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jadespeedster17 · 4 years

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Sander Sides AU - DanganRonpa

Gosh, I make alot of dark AU’s, I do have fluffy ones, but I find people like my darker ones. This one actually wasn’t my complete own, the girl that came up with most of it has been my RP buddy for a while. IDK if she has a tumbler, but on Wattpad she is known as Littlewolf65.

Anywho, this was a RP idea she had, and we hardly use it, so I’m posting about it because DANG, was it good. (If this gets taken down it’s cause she wanted it to be.)

But given neither of us really want to put in time and effort to writing up a whole story, both due to college and other projects we have going on, I’m posting it to the fandom. (Plus I had ALOT of other Au’s to write about if you guys ever want oneshots. Just leave a message or shoot me a ask for what kind of oneshot you want to see. :D )

Summary: Dystopian Future based situation. The world had pretty much fallen to despair and the ‘Tragedy’ has begun. Ring Leader of it is Thomas Sanders, the Ultimate Despair. Along with his six Sector Leaders, Thomas started pretty much the biggest class war seen in history. Cunning, smart, manipulative, and seen as the ‘leader’ to many, Thomas is not a man to take lightly.

Thomas Sanders: The main guy himself, in this one, unlike my other AU’s, he’s much more... hmm, not really ‘evil’ as he is manipulative. His ‘FamILY’ consist of six guys he all ‘save’ from their situations. Really he’s the Ultimate Despair due to the fact being a youtuber reached a point for him where he never felt much happiness in his life. Due to how hard life was already, not just for him, but others. But rather than fade out like most do in their despair, he took it and made something of it. Demolishing the class system and starting what is known as the Tragedy. Really, he humbles himself, he just whispered to the right people, recruited the right group, and the Tragedy just started itself. Oh, he does somewhat care of his sector leaders, even if it’s in a very twisted, emotionally manipulative way.

Logan Sanders: Background - Thomas’s first Sector leader, the Logic Sector, and the second largest compared the the Snake Sector. Since he was born, Logan Adam’s had alot put upon him by his higher class family. Expected to be the ‘Most Likely To Succeed’ student. Private school, tutors, nothing but the best for him. This family prioritized learning and academics over anything else, if their boy was not a prodigy, they’d make him one. One can guess as a result, this left Logan having to grow up much faster, never really had a childhood. Where he was forced to put his academics above all else, this left him unable to empathize or socialize properly. Feelings just get in the way of progress. He went into private school when he was a teenager, and culture shock was a thing. He shied away from people. Disliked them alot, and didn’t want his parents to punish him should ‘friends’ become a distraction. With no real empathy and emotions to call his own, Thomas found it real easy to fill that void with despair. Convincing our Logan to kill his family and free himself, Logan joined Thomas after that. Thomas treats Logan well, like he’s an actual person and talking to him as such. Something his family and others never did. His parents acted like he was a robot, and it became a common taunt used against him when bullied. “He’s a robot guys, not like he can feel the hurt in our words.” Oh the highschool drama, not knowing what real hurt is. Logan did enjoy torturing them, their despair felt great. Logan is a hard core believer in what Thomas says, that despair is the only real, tangible thing in this world to rely on. He’s a good example of this. Sector - The Logic Sector harbors from the best minds the Despair has. It takes up majority of the west part of the city, and is one of two ways to the main area where Thomas and them live. It’s meant to be like a maze, riddles, traps, not really designed to kill a person, it’s meant to test your mental capacity. Logan love logic puzzles, hence the name of the sector. Mostly it’s adults that live in this sector and help with making traps and weapons for the Despair. They are deadly, precise, and Logan is a very strict leader to his people. But with good reason, after all, if he left them to themselves, they might become like Patton or Virgil’s sector. There are many buildings here meant just for the torture and turning of ‘new members’. It’s neighbors are the Heart Sector to the right, and across from the main area and Snake Sector.

Patton Sanders: Background - The second man after Logan that Thomas recruited, the Heart Sector is his area. Patton lived in orphanage for a long time, always taking care of. Forced to take on a parental role to the younger kids very early, as he was the eldest. The owners were very uncaring, mostly in it for a check to spend on alcohol and drugs, and dolling up the place for each visit to get more money. Patton was up to his eyes in stress, trying to hard, but feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. When Thomas found it, it took some convincing, but once he got through, he convinced Patton to kill the owners of the place. Even any kids that tried to stop him from doing so, after all, if they didn’t think their ‘Dad’ was doing what was right, then how can they be trusted? Something in Patton that day just snapped, but he hasn’t regretted it, he feels upset he had to kill them, but he easily waves it off that they just didn’t understand. It was better this way. Even in the Heart Sector he still is very much a parental figure. Taking care of the children of anyone who wanders into his sectors, ranging from ages 5 to 13. A few teens stick around and help their leader out before moving to other sectors later in life. As Patton despises most adults, finding them selfish and disgusting. Not that they last long when the kids all go in for the kill. One twisted little family there.

Sector - It’s two neighbors from the left is the Logic Sector and to the right is the Storm Cloud Sector. Given him and Virgil take care of the kids and teens they work really close together. With Patton as ‘Dad’ and Virgil as ‘Older Brother’. Across from it is the Imagination Sector. This sector is not as small as the Storm Cloud Sector, but not as big as Logic and Snake Sectors are. it’s a decent size through and a safe haven for kids, well... safe if your a crazed, insane, murder child. It’s as a ‘Wonderland’ to little kids, most people say to avoid it, especially the Hope Foundation, as harming children isn’t what they are about.Patton is very nice to kids and most teens, he teaches them to survive in this world and the things they need in life. Adults that he does like are often ‘Teachers’ in his sector.

Roman Sanders: Background - Oof, this one is a sad one. Roman and his twin Remus great up on the streets from a young age when they were abandoned at the age of 6. As they grew up, many kids came to see them as their ‘Heroes’. Something both twins took pride in, and vowed to help those weaker than them. When they are about turn 16, Thomas, about early 20′s this time, took them in and gave them a home. Though, as they lived with Thomas, their savior subtly would imply the other was unfaithful and planning something. He easily turned the brothers against each other with this, and sat back watching the sparks. A heated argument broke out, and ended with Roman killing his twin brother. Roman was crushed by this, and thus the despair settled in. Thomas comforted him afterwards, and something in Roman’s mind just snapped. There and then he vowed to be everyone ‘Hero’ in his sector, going into the deluded fantasy he was the ‘Prince’ or the ‘Knight in Shining Armor’ for them. Thus is where this sector comes into play.

Sector - The Imagination Sector neighbors are the Storm Cloud Sector to the right and to his left is the largest sector the Snake Sector and right across from the Heart Sector. This sector... oh boy, if you thought Logic’s sector is deadly then steer clear from Roman’s. These traps are designed to kill you slowly, I say slowly because Roman is meant to ‘save’ you like the ‘hero’ he is. For those who have read or seen Hunger Games, think of the traps like the Pods in Mockingjay. Thanks Logan, he’s the one who designed the traps, as a result very few know how to navigate the area. Safe for those that live there and the leaders. Roman and his Knights ‘save’ people from these traps. Though, not everyone survives these twisted games. Shockingly people enter because this sector actually holds the food source of them, well guarded and is the most abundant in resources. Something Roman takes pride in and defends ferociously. His Knights are a few select people who Roman and Thomas trust deeply, they are ruthless, and very strong. Dressed in reds and blacks and very intimidating, brainwashed all to hell. One thing to note, you better be VERY grateful to Roman if he saves you, because boy is just a ruthless. Not afraid to toss you back into danger should he think you are ungrateful. He works close with Logan, coming up with sick ways to trap people. And works alot with Janus in training people for the Despair.

Janus Sanders: Background - Say hello to another rich boy, and actually he’s the one whose dad used to ‘own’ most of the city. Having funded for most of the buildings, technology used, and owned the main company most worked for. But he was a rather neglectful father, cheated on Janus’s mother alot too, and mostly ignored his son from a young age. When Janus was older, about 16 or 17, a huge fight broke out between his father and mother. His dad pretty much was in a drunken rage, and Janus tried to defuse the situation. And the end result was he was burned on the right side of his face with hot water, deforming it slightly. His mother walked out, and his father said he was now ‘ugly’ to look at. Janus had alot of issues with self worth after this, as his father ignored him even more. Though he can see fine and talk, he still is very aware he looks like a monster. His father only ever gave him small jobs to do for the company, keeping his once handsome son out of the public’s eye. Out of sight, out of the way. When Thomas approached Janus, he wasn’t stupid, oh he knew what games Thomas was playing. But years of dealing with it ahd taken it’s toll, and Janus, though well aware of what Thomas was doing, didn’t care. He knew Thomas was only interested in his position and power. But, it was a chance, to get back on his father for it all. Sabotaging the city wasn’t hard, this is what happens when society relies too much on technology. The company took the fall out, and angry mob tore apart his father, the city imploded, and thus the Tragedy started and spread from there. Absolute anarchy. Janus found he agreed, despair was the only way, and it was wonderful. Still, despite knowing Thomas cared little like a actual person, Janus came to care for him. Even if it wasn’t reciprocated. More despair that way. Sector - The Snake Sector is the largest sector, making the parts the Logic Sector needs. Filled with the most cunning, manipulative, and feared people in Thomas’s Despair Army. Janus is their ring leader, and shows his little snakelings how to get by in the world. He enjoys it, showing them the skills to use people, to make things that work well to help you. This sector is the power source of the area, and is the second entrance to the main area where Thomas is. Janus is Thomas’s right hand, and is the one who helps with the brainwashing along with Logan and Roman, who he works close with. Though not confusing or deadly as the others, you can’t really trust in inhabitants who will lead you astray easily. Trust No One. And if you happen to get close to Janus, best be careful, because the final challenge isn’t easy, and many have died by his hand. It’s all a game to him, and Janus loves mind games.

Virgil Sanders: Background - His is possibly the shortest like with Romans. Simple enough, he was also abused, but his parents were much worse. Never having wanted a child, they would often lock Virgil in the basement with one dinky light that barely did anything and was prone to busting alot. He lived with the spiders there, and became scared of the dark and enclosed spaces. Though he was allowed the go to school, if he told anyone about his treatment, his parents easily deflected them. And he was punished harshly. As a result, he grew up rather small, he’s easily the shortest of all the leaders. While at school, he met a man in his 20′s. Thomas wasn’t like other adults, who listened, he cared, and he helped Virgil. Convincing the other to take his despair and get revenge. Helping Virgil kill his parents that night and hide their bodies. Not that they were ever missed, Virgil isn’t even sure if the police or neighbors ever even noticed. He ran away with Thomas, and he was the fourth person recruited. Patton came to care deeply for his ‘dark strange son’. And Virgil, who was affectionate and touch starved, soaked it all up, coming to care for Patton. Roman took on the role of ‘older brother’ fast, with Janus and Logan being ‘mothers’. Something Virgil came to adore. Sure, this family is twisted, but he’s never locked up, starved, or put in the dark again.

Sector - The Storm Cloud sector, is the smallest of all of them, and is mostly on the outskirts, how Virgil likes it. Neighbors to the right being the Heart Sector and the left the Imagination Sector. It’s the one of the three entrances into the city itself, and is the main main one into it. With two back door areas being the Heart and Imagination. Mostly teenagers live here in the brooding atmosphere and darken streets, who shy away when the sun is out. Which for the are they live in isn’t much. Virgil is the ‘Older Brother’ to them. A role he takes seriously as he doesn’t want someone to have to live as he did. Only the most unruly get that treatment, but shockingly he never has to give out many punishments. Working along side Patton mostly in taking care of the kids and teens, few adults live in his area. As, like Patton, he despises most adults. Virgil is very good with fears, and knows just how to push someones buttons. Oh he may look all soft and innocent, but like his sector, looks are deceiving. You’d think it’s just a bunch of teenagers being their usual selves in a ‘life sucks’ phase. But boy are you wrong, they are armed, they are trained the kill, and enjoy doing so to any who things their sector is the ‘easy’ sector.

And there you have it, let me know if you guys want any oneshots on any of my AU’s. Fanart is well needed. And if you like these AU’s, I might post some of my more happier ones rather than dark ones. Any questions? feel free to ask!

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lycanomancy · 4 years

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Mama Amara hcs

check out this ask for context/background

Because I’m obsessed with Amara being a typical stern, tough-love, but supportive mom-figure to the garbage boy Troy.

Warning: This is purely indulgent and will probably be OOC to some/most people.

When Troy first comes under her wing (unbeknownst to him), it’s more ‘drill sergeant’ than anything outright friendly or parental. There is no coddling or slack, Amara’s on a mission to take this rude, greasy, moody E-boy and civilize him. She will domesticate and tame this oversized rat if it’s the last thing she does.

First order of business: if the ship jerks or a vent blows on him, he’s gone. The skin will wilt off his bones, he will melt into a puddle. How is he even walking? Where is his flesh? Does he have organs? She asks around to see what his diet is, what kind of junk/poison he’s putting in his body.

He’s been living off of ramen since he got there. Amara kicks in his door at 6 in the morning with a plate piled with protein breakfast burritos.

“Eat some actual food, before you slip down a godd*mned grate!”

Troy is convinced it’s poisoned. Amara flashs her many arms, perfectly able of force-feeding a string bean. He, smartly, takes the hint.

This becomes the normal. He takes it as an insult and really doesn’t want it, but Amara knows every single one of his hiding places, and it’s eat or get beat. She makes a lot of Partali cuisine, which he hasn’t had since Mom, so that’s another reason for him to get his hackles up

Amara could not care less about his hackles; she’s Buff Personified, this child looks like a straw. It’s the first time in years that someone wasn’t threatened, intimidated, and more importantly, afraid with his displays of “I’m a God, and you’re about to be sacrificed.”

It’s kind of refreshing.

After she ensures he’s actually getting nutrients and calories, Amara moves on to Phase 2: Domestication.

Troy has more complexs than a neighborhood on Promethea. He’s rude, he’s callous and defensive, he’s cruel and selfish and egoistical. He’s also shy. He stutters, and hides in dark corners with mechanical projects while humming to the music in his headphones. Amara starts noticing the split between Troy, a young man with issues, and the issues taking shape in the God-King.

She knows she can’t just yank him around and make him socialize with everyone - baby steps, little by little, start small. Just like a workout.

Troy’s first real social interaction with another person is Amara dragging him to her room for training.

She starts him out with some basic yoga to get a feel for just how unhealthy he is. He complains the entire time, and gets even more annoyed when Amara doesn’t care.

Troy thinks it’s punishment, or she’s supposed to watch him like a parole officer. Amara’s just trying to A: get him in better shape, and B: socialize him, like a feral dog that’s been kicked too many times. It takes a month of daily workouts, slowly getting more challenging then the last, and Troy complaining more and more each day, before he starts getting used to it. Hackles come down, shell opens a bit. Amara takes the opportunity to ask him about how he got so good with engineering, and the shell opens a little more.

She’s the only one who talks to him without a glare or sneer, so she’s the only who he’ll talk to. Troy asks her about what Partali was like, she tells him stories about stopping crime lords and saving villages. Amara inquires as to how he managed to keep the CoV functional and not a total dumpster fire and he regales to her horrors of working with bandit warlords and corporate trust-fund children like Katagawa.

Amara now has proof that there’s a regular human being in there, albiet a damaged one. But, Amara is the queen of working with what’s she’s got and coming out on top - damaged or not, she can work with him if there’s some mortality in there.

Once he’s comfortable enough around her, it’s like Troy Calypso and the kid she’s taken under her wing were never the same people. Amara learns that his stuttering is an indicator of him being relaxed, and him speaking neatly and even is the opposite. She can see a human under there, but the God-King, as much of a defensive shell as it may be, is still part of that human, and the blood still stains that human’s hands.

When she starts trying to make Troy socialize with the others, she gets a good look at just how bad his “Me vs Them” mindset is. Everything that comes out his mouth is dismissive, rude, callous, condescending, overly-defensive, or a combination of the five. That human she got a glimpse off hides away, behind the skin of the bloodthirsty psychopath that she, that they all, tried to take down.

He snaps at Zane’s attempts of conversation, Tannis’ inquiries about his tattoos. Ellie gets off a little easier, but that’s because Troy mostly ignores her. And good god, Lilith and Ava don’t make it easy. One of them will bring up his time in the CoV, his relationship with Tyreen or Typhon, or imply him a fake siren, a freak, and hell decides to blow over the Sanctuary.

How Troy knew about Roland, Amara doesn’t know. She does know that he barely escaped with his life, and that blaming the Crimson Raider’s death on Lilith was not a smart thing to do.

Amara talks to anyone who has the capacity to be civil, tells them her goal, and politely asks that they not try to make it nigh impossible with snide remarks about every sore spot Troy has, Ava.

Only Zane and Ellie really support her, but once she gets the crew on-board with Operation: Make This Man Tolerable, things start going smoother.

When Troy doesn’t use basic manners like please, thank you, or doesn’t hold the door open for someone, the air gets static-y while Amara counts down to 1 in her head. She doesn’t need to out-loud, Troy knows his timer to rectify his behavior by her stern gaze and the flashing of her tattoos. After a while, manners become normal habit - for a select few. Ellie stops being ‘Car Chick’ and has her name following a ‘Ms’. Moze gets an enthusiastic ‘Thanks!’ when she lets him poke around Iron Bear. Tannis is thrilled by his use of ‘Dr.’ and that he’s no longer threatening to kill her every time she sneaks up on him to look at his tattoos.

Amara notices that he’s much worse with men, and it takes him twice as long to be...well, not friendly, but to stop being aggressive to the same gender. He met Brick and it was like a chihuahua snarling at a mastiff, shaking in every limb. Luckily, Brick about as friendly as someone can get and doesn’t have anything out for Troy, so that one-sided rivalry eases off once Troy stops seeing the berserker as threat.

She’s honestly kind of proud of him. A few months ago, he was hiding in corners and his room, starving and isolated. Troy’s actually managed to get on Ellie’s good side. Fl4k’s pets like him now. He’s eating properly now, his skin doesn’t look so grey and thin. He looks healthy.

Until he doesn’t.

She goes around the ship trying to find him for more training, but no one has seen him. The ship goes on lockdown. Progress or not, he’s still Troy Calypso, and they still can’t trust him.

Mr. Chew finds him behind some machinery in the back, unconscious with his tattoos flickering. Tannis is checking him over, but she doesn’t find any source. His heartbeat is irregular, his blood circulation is all wrong, he stops breathing for far too many seconds at a time. He looks pale and he’s cold to the touch. Lilith thinks he might have taken a bad hit of narcotics when Amara figures it out.

No one has been giving Troy energy.

He’s been away from Tyreen for the better part of a year, and he hasn’t gotten a boost since he was in the CoV. One of the sirens needs to give him some energy, but they can’t - he has to take it, and after Maya, no one feels inclined to.

Amara volunteers when he wakes up, but he refuses. Says he’s ‘done being a parasite’.

Amara flips her lid.

Everyone is shoved out of the clinic, and for a solid 47 minutes and 31 seconds, Amara goes over every single insecurity Troy has about his body, powers, and relationship with his sister, and tears them down one by one like they were bandits.

Troy’s still emotionally constipated, so he agrees to take some energy just so Amara stops talking about his issues.

When she lets him take her arm and sap power from her, she makes him take more than the bare minimum he needs. The entire time, she berates him for not saying anything, and tells him to come to her before he’s suffering.

Judging from his reaction, Tyreen had different feelings.

Amara drags him to her room for training and an entire blender of a protein shake once he can stand again.

She makes a joke about Maliwan brand kitchenware, and it’s the first time she hears him genuinely laugh.

#amara the siren #troy calypso #calypso twins #borderlands 3 #borderlands #long post #this took me three hours #ik this is sappy and cliche #idc #this is for me but if someone else enjoys it #hoorah

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bluerosesburnblue · 5 years

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Your Jacob’s Character by @hufflepunk-asfrick and (spiritually) MC Character Challenge by @cptaincarswell (neither of whom will actually be tagged because the ship sailed on these months ago and I don’t want to clutter their notifications)

Rules: Make a collage of characters that summarize what you headcanon your MC’s brother, Jacob to be like! Tag who you want to see do this

and

Rules: Choose five characters (movie or tv show) that represent your MC/ MC’s different layers.

So uhhhhhhhhhh... here’s the thing. I was tagged in the Jacob Character Challenge by @wilhelminafujita and indirectly by @batgirl-87 a long ass time ago. I was also tagged by @batgirl-87 in the MC Character Challenge but I don’t... watch enough TV or movies to actually do that one all the way! So I’ve gone ahead and merged the two challenges into just a collage of five characters for both of them

Explanations for the choices below!

We’re going clockwise from the top of each collage

Jacob Caradoc Dwyn

Ephemer (Kingdom Hearts series)

I made a direct comparison a long time ago, but tell me if this is familiar: an overly curious boy goes missing while investigating a huge conspiracy and you spend most of the prequel mobile game he stars in hunting his ghosting ass down while he occasionally sends you vision messages

The similarities go way beyond just their roles, though. Ephemer is a big conspiracy theorist who hates not knowing things and will do whatever it takes to hunt down the truth

Most people thought he was absolutely crazy, as you do when someone tells you that they think you’re all secretly being sent into holographic simulations when you go on missions (but he was also totally right)

He’s also notoriously overconfident in combat. You meet Ephemer because he decided to take on a monster way stronger than he was and got seriously hurt. But at least he’s self-aware enough to admit it (but also... is really gung-ho about fighting things in the current arc...)

He’s a genuinely nice guy but not above needling people to get the information he wants from them

Loyal as hell to the people he cares about and protective of them. Like, he really doesn’t know your Avatar all that well but still rushes out onto a battlefield to save you and volunteers himself to go on a potentially deadly mission with you just so that you won’t have to go alone

...buuuuuuut he’s not above going off on his own without telling anyone in an attempt to keep them “safe” and then getting into serious trouble for it

Is currently having a panic attack because he was placed in charge of a gang of teenagers and has to be The Responsible One™ but clearly hates it, which is what I imagine Jacob would do if you ever made him a leader in any capacity

Messy hair and an adorable smile

Honestly it’d be easier to list the things that Jacob and Ephemer don’t have in common. I didn’t intentionally base Jacob off of him but I won’t deny that a lot of Ephemer probably influenced Jacob’s character

Sokka (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Sokka’s on here mostly due to his relationship with his little sister, Katara. Jacob’s relationship with Seren is a very strong mirror to the Southern Water Tribe siblings

He’s really smart, but because he’s also very goofy a lot of people tend to overlook just how much creativity and ingenuity he brings to the table

No, Sokka’s seriously one of the smartest members of the cast. There’s a reason they call him “the ideas guy.” He knows when to get serious and break out the logic and reason. It’s never stopped him from being a loud, boisterous goofball, though

Cursed by the universe to a lifetime of misfortune

Sokka is very loyal and protective to his younger sister, but because she’s generally more emotionally measured it comes across like she’s taking care of him. And he knows that and really loves her for it, but it just makes him want to take care of her more, since that should be his job

They bicker a lot, but in the end they’re completely inseparable

Ellie (Up)

A bit of an unorthodox choice, but Ellie really is the physical embodiment of Jacob’s excitement to travel and Hufflepuff hard-working nature in a lot of ways

Ellie has huge dreams of exploring distant lands and she goes at it with such gusto that it’s completely infectious

Some people would argue that it’s overwhelming, but Ellie doesn’t really care about their opinion. She’s doing it for her own satisfaction!

When she falls in love with Carl, her goal changes to having both of them go on the trip together in much the same way that Jacob would really prefer traveling with his precious little sister, Seren, than by himself because they’re a team

She saves up her whole life for this trip. She never once gives up on it entirely. Despite the setbacks, despite the fact that she passed away before ever even accomplishing her goal, she was always working towards that great adventure

Sherlock Holmes (Ace Attorney Series - The Great Ace Attorney/Dai Gyakuten Saiban)

I am... so glad that I didn’t make this until after the fan translation for DGS came out because hoooooooo boy does Ace Attorney Sherlock give me mad Jacob Dwyn vibes

(I was always going to make Jacob a huge Sherlock Holmes fan so this worked out way too perfectly)

Ace Attorney Sherlock is legitimately very perceptive and good at picking up on minute details, but because he’s so overzealous about his detective work he has a tendency to jump to conclusions a little too fast and usually ends up having to be redirected by his more calm partner

Once you get him on the right track, though, he’s an unstoppable crime-solving machine (with the bonus ability of being really damn good at sleight-of-hand stuff)

He’s also hugely eccentric. Would Jacob Dwyn just hang from the wall by a hook while wearing an expensive tiara for the hell of it during an investigation? Ooooooh yes

Jacob’s a lot less wildly inaccurate, though, because he does genuinely want to solve the crimes to the best of his ability

I am absolutely certain that Jacob wouldn’t hesitate to tell everyone he knows about all of the mysteries he’s solved with his sister because guys. Guys it was so cool. Yes, I am THE Jacob Dwyn of the Dwyn Detective Agency please pay attention to my cool job

Sherlock is a Good Dad and Jacob is a Good Brother. Case Closed.

Ant-Man/Scott Lang (Marvel Cinematic Universe - Ant Man)

By this point you should be seeing a pattern. Smart, creative guy who’s also pretty goofy who has a younger female character that he loves greatly

Scott, though, isn’t above doing a lot of really sneaky stuff and taking unscrupulous jobs to get to his (admittedly pretty noble) goals. He adds that slight bit of moral edge we were missing from the Jacob equation. Not much, but some

Like I just think of the scene where Scott uses a bunch of creative methods to break into Pym’s house. Methods that require a lot of knowledge of security systems and science

He also does not let the rules stop him from doing what he thinks is right. It’s how he ended up in prison in the first place

Jacob Dwyn would unironically get very excited about a “Time Heist” and you can’t convince me otherwise

Also, the snark and quips. Can’t forget that Jacob’s an incorrigible sarcastic doofus

What can I say? Scott’s undying loyalty to his daughter matches Jacob’s undying loyalty for his sister perfectly

(We are all very lucky that Jacob wants to solve crimes because he would be way too good at doing crimes)

Seren Aisling Dwyn

Saoirse (Song of the Sea)

It wouldn’t have been right to make this list without including one of the characters that inspired Jacob and Seren in the first place and Seren fit Saoirse better than Jacob fit her brother, Ben

Song of the Sea is an Irish film about the two kids of a Selkie mother and a human father, who hides their heritage from them when their mother disappears (note: Jacob and Seren’s mom does not disappear). This hidden heritage causes Saoirse a lot of physical problems (i.e. rendering her mute, making her physically grow weaker the longer she’s apart from her seal’s coat), just like Seren’s hidden Siren heritage causes her to completely fail to address her additional needs that leads to a lot of unintentional illness in her Hogwarts years

Ben and Saoirse have to try and get back home so that Saoirse can sing the Song of the Sea and sent the Fair Folk home. That’s where I got the idea for Jacob and Seren to go wandering off alone as kids and encountering a bunch of magical creatures during their adventures from

Ben totally hated Saoirse until later in the movie, which inspired Jacob hating Seren after she’s born but warming up to her in a few months

Personality-wise, Saoirse may look sweet and quiet, but she’s a huge ball of sass. It’s just easy to miss because she only conveys it in her facial expressions, which is something that Seren’s always done, too

She also doesn’t follow their grandmother’s rules well. She’ll go along with things to a point, but the second she doesn’t agree she’ll strike off on her own and get it done by herself despite how tiny she is

(A lot of younger!Seren was inspired by Saoirse)

When given the opportunity to leave with the Faeries and her mother, she chooses to stay behind with her brother and father because she loves them, and while Seren isn’t fond of either of her parents, she would stay behind for Jacob

Yew Geneolgia (Bravely Second)

Okay... look, I promise that I didn’t just base Seren off of Yew because I made her before finishing Bravely Second but...

Playing Bravely Second was an experience after making Seren

So my boy Yew Geneolgia is the youngest member of a noble and prestigious house, was never expecting to inherit it because he had an older (half-)brother so he went to magic school and ended up being, like, the smartest student there, to the point where they had to give him a secret special ranking on the school ranking system because he was tooooo smart at magic (*cough* Seren singlehandedly winning the House Cup every year *cough*)

Of course their father doesn’t want to let Yew’s brother inherit anything because he’s not a pureblood noble (and the Dwyn siblings aren’t pureblood wizards). Yew’s brother disappears hunting down a sword in order to earn his way back into the family

Yew goes hunting the sword down to try and bring his brother home and surprise surprise it’s CURSED

(The Geneolgia siblings are not a perfect match to the Dwyn siblings but there are a LOT of similar elements there)

After his brother goes missing again after finding Yew with the cursed sword, Yew decides that he’s just going to try and be his older brother by taking up his place as a swordsman despite sucking at it. In Year 4, Seren decides that everyone just wants Jacob and not her, so she starts modeling herself after him more until she can’t keep it up anymore in late Year 5

So a small, young magic nerd who’s extremely awkward in social situations whose story revolves around a missing older brother that they attempt to emulate, unsuccessfully

Also, Yew is the one making all of the Bestiary entries. He’s clearly got an interest in Zoological stuff and he’s a very good artist since he does all of the illustrations in there, too

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (How to Train Your Dragon Series)

Hey speaking of Zoology did you know that Seren was into Magizoology and is very good at befriending creatures? It’s true!

Seren in her early years at Hogwarts is very similar to Hiccup from the first film. She’s shy, but undeniably witty and sarcastic. Her self-confidence is extremely low because she keeps getting compared to more successful family members. Her strengths come from her intelligence and being able to look at things from angles others might not, like extending empathy to creatures that most would hate

She’d never be able to hurt a dragon like Toothless come on. He’s too cute. Too sweet

As she gets older she still matches up with Hiccup, though. He finds himself being thrust into a leadership position and having to adjust, but doing so gracefully and with emotional maturity in much the same way that Seren steps up to lead the Cursed Vault crew when she needs to

You have to be pretty fearless to step up to a dragon that could bite your head off and then learn to fly on it, and when it comes down to it Seren is just as fearless in anything that is not a social interaction

I’m sorry, did I just hear SELF-SACRIFICIAL TENDENCIES? Why yes, yes I do believe that I did

And Hiccup will never, ever give up on Toothless no matter what. No matter what the dragon does (or is forced to do in the second film). Just like Seren will never give up on Jacob. No matter the cost

Ema Skye (Ace Attorney Series - Apollo Justice)

I know that Ema was in Spirit of Justice, too, but I don’t know anything about that one so I’m only covering her appearances chronologically up to Apollo Justice

I didn’t realize until watching someone’s blind playthrough of Apollo Justice recently just how much Seren was like Ema

So Ema starts off strong already as A Very Devoted Little Sister who absolutely refuses to believe that her older sister is guilty of a crime despite her sister confessing to it

(She ended up being right and her sister was blackmailed into covering it up which was honestly my default situation for the Dwyn siblings before the Portrait Vault chapter came out. Ema’s sister was being blackmailed with evidence that could implicate Ema with murder, Jacob would have been blackmailed with Seren’s safety. Which is still true, I suppose, but we’ll see how this holds up later)

She’s very passionate about forensic science in the same way that I imagine Seren can be in her own interests like Magizoology and later on the development of forensic magic

Almost a decade later, though, and Ema is... super jaded and grouchy. She’s sarcastic and kinda rude, but lights up again if you get her talking about her interests

She also doesn’t have her dream job but is instead... a detective. though Seren’s a lot more content as a detective than Ema is because she’s got Jacob and a license to do creature-related cases

But just the progression from the innocent kid to the jaded adult detective is... such a good match that I just had to put Ema in here

Katara (Avatar the Last Airbender)

And just like Jacob had Sokka, Seren gets Katara to round it off

There might be something to be said about the Southern Water Tribe siblings and the Dwyn Siblings both being linked to water as an element

I already covered a lot of this in Jacob’s section, but they have a similar dynamic

Katara is a Mom Friend extraordinaire who obsessively takes care of everyone in the group, even when it’s not her place to. A lot of them find it overbearing sometimes

While she’s generally fairly mature and level-headed, when she gets mad she gets absolutely furious and cannot be stopped until she’s satisfied

“You can’t knock me down!” is such an iconic line and very much embodies Seren’s stubbornness and determination to get back up and keep trying no matter what

She loves her brother. She’s not above criticizing him or the occasional jab, but she also knows when to give him credit for the incredibly smart things that he does. Nobody will defend him quite as hard as she will when she has to

The lovable, goofy, intelligent, protective older brother and the equally intelligent, mature, caring, stubborn younger sister. There’s no better way to describe the Dwyn Siblings than that

#harry potter series #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm jacob #jacob's sibling #jacob dwyn #seren dwyn #my god i'm so sorry this took so long i really wanted to do it #but i also REALLY wanted to finish the picture of them as detectives to use IN it #and well... we can all see how well that one went

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understandingthevoices · 4 years

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~ wrote a thing about identifying narcissistic abuse in the brown girl group i’m a part of since so many brown boys are narcs lmao and it was so well-received that I thought i would share here too ~

Recently a few people asked me how I became aware of my ex's personality disorder and how I started my healing process w/o a therapist (though if I had seen someone, perhaps this would have been faster)...

It's a LONG one but hopefully informative!!

So we had been on and off for years since college - with me realizing flaws he had and him making it up to me until the next one hit and so on and so forth (and I thought, yay! change! this can work***) - but then it came to a point where I told him enough was enough and we deserved to find people who made us happy and maybe we could revisit "us" in the future. But he cried and told me he couldn't lose me and wanted to actually try the "love" thing out... So, I allowed myself to believe he was for real -- and (somewhat) let down my emotional guards that I had held for self-preservation. Things seemed to be going okay - we would send each other hearts, talk about our future house, kids, etc and everything was fine and dandy, and I thought I was "happy" or "happy enough" - after all, I had the guy right? What more could I want?

But then, let me take you to a Friday afternoon at Trader Joes's, where I was grabbing my groceries and suddenly noticed something: along with her groceries, every woman was walking out with flowers, which I imagined was because of a scheduled date night. it seems so silly now, but at that moment, I broke down into tears because I realized I wanted that too - and if I continued in my old patterns only because it (he) was familiar and all I had known, I would never get that.

He would tell me about our beautiful future life together but wouldn't even take a 4 hour train to visit me.

Basically, He could talk a big talk, he could weave stories about anything to make me believe in us (and he was a MASTER storyteller and had a vivid imagination), but he couldn't walk the walk. Or rather, he didn't care to walk the walk. And if I brought these things up, he would belittle me or say he was busy, essentially reframing my needs as unimportant and not worthy of consideration. But then he would cover it up by saying our kids would be beautiful and smart, he would leave NYC to be in Boston for me, etc - and it was so easy to get sucked in, so tempting to believe this was only temporary.....

But then I would have insomniac nights, where I was filled with anxiety/sadness because I knew I wasn't happy - and the breakdown in Trader Joe's confirmed that

And he had already conditioned me into understanding that if I talked to him about these feelings, he would invalidate, ignore, and eventually bring them up later as ammunition (a favorite of his was “did you forget, we’re not a couple”, which was so hurtful and confusing af lmao)

Up until that point, I had maintained he was just "emotionally unavailable" or "commitmentphobic" and if he saw I wasn't going to nag him or push him into marriage, etc - he would realize it wasn't so scary and we could finally build a life together! It felt like we were moving in that direction, finally. But then every so often, I would have moments where the reality became a little too clear and there was little I could do to stop myself from breaking down.

And it was at my wit's end during these nights that I googled things like "why is he so emotionally distant" and stumbled upon a trove of gold Quora questions/answers - and once I discovered Quora, I went HAM.

Questions like...

"why does he try to make me jealous"

"why does he get mad when he sees me with other guys"

"why won't he commit"

"why won't he let me meet his friends"

"why does he not let me go" / "why does he keep holding on to me"

"why does he say he cares but not visit"

... And throughout all of this searching, one of the answers inevitably mentioned emotional abuse (and often narcissistic abuse) - and while I didn't initially think my situation was abusive, because it seemed like such a strong term, I was so desperate for answers and it came up so often that I said fcuk it, let's see what this is about.

So I googled "emotional abuse" and "narcissistic abuse" and read the stories of survivors, many of which echoed mine. I was shocked that these people had dated what seemed to be clones of my own ex. Many of them mentioned kids/divorce/etc and how they wish they had realized the signs sooner instead of wasting so many years with an emotional vampire, who would initially seem like your soulmate, ingratiate himself to you, praise you and put you on a pedestal, only to suck the life out of you through devaluing mechanisms and never listening to your needs, and discard you later (or stay until you stop giving them chances) - and then play the same game with the next victim, leaving a trail of broken people. They posted about the fake personalities, the emotional highs and lows, how he would leave and come back months/years later as if nothing had changed, etc - and things finally started making sense.

I had noticed many of these things - but without the awareness of narcissism - didn't know what to make of it. For example, when we were on our off-periods and he was out chasing Muslim girls, he (someone I had known as a frat fcukboy who would crush 20 beers in a night) became the sober, praying virtue-driven man. When he was out chasing someone else, he pretended to love Rupi Kaur poetry - even though we made fun of it together (no offense). I often felt like he seemed so ~different~ during these periods - and would call him out on it, but he would always deny it. But, looking back, I realize it wasn't just in my head as he wanted me to believe.

Luckily for me, he had grown to like one of these girls and we decided to take a break (later, I would realize he was trying to 'triangulate' me with her, but even back then I wouldn't succumb to his dumb games) -- which gave me much needed time to continue my Quora obsessiveness... and I went down the rabbit hole. Quora led me to narcissistic abuse recovery youtube channels and instagram accounts - which further opened my eyes to the lies I had been fed. It was heartbreaking but I began to realize his version of "love" (if you can even call his self-serving love that) was so different from mine - for him, it was latching onto someone who would validate him, give him the emotional supply he needed, and be there at his beck and call -- which I was happy to do if it was reciprocal, but of course it wasn't lol. It was completely one-sided and I let it happen because for me, the love I felt was genuine - not fabricated - and I thought that's what you do when you're in love (and it's what I saw growing up in my parent's relationship). I didn't want to believe it but the answer was clear as day - I had been conned into a fake relationship by someone who didn't have the capacity to love someone, and could only use them.

At this point, I realized ~5 years of on-and-off narcissistic abuse (and more than 2 decades of observing my parents' toxic marriage) would take a long time for me to heal from, but if I wanted to have any chance at a truly happy, healthy relationship (which I so earnestly did), I had to let him go. So I dived headfirst - watched at least 1-2 hours worth of videos every day, cried about the disrespect I had put up with, wrote pages and pages of text, etc - and became entrenched in this mode of self-improvement and inner child-finding. And I put them on my tumblr, so he would see them (I knew he was still checking up on me).

So when he inevitably came back because the girl he was chasing "was not who I thought she was" and wanted to be with me because I was so "perfect, knew him better than he knew himself, and so smart", I had the emotional wherewithal to tell him I didn't want this anymore -- and the little bits of changes he would make to attempt to gratify me - I could see through them and they were no longer enough. I think it was a last ditch attempt on his side - my tumblr posts made it obvious I was leveling up and wanted nothing more to do with him.

He was upset and told me he was talking to this girl on a dating app - but she was boring and a downgrade from me - and I just said, "cool". He then told me if I didn't want to try again, he would have no choice but to date her and see where it goes. And at that point, I just wanted him to leave me alone, as I knew anything with him would be a dead end. And I was TIRED. So to his surprise, I said go for it - and blocked him from everything and everywhere. I felt an immediate sense of relief, as I knew the nightmare was finally over and he was someone else's problem now. Of course, just like anyone else, I have my ups and downs too - but I'm definitely much better off.

Now? I haven't heard from him in over 2 years. I don't think I will - I told our mutual friends all about his deceit, post about it on my twitter, and make sure everyone knows how phony he is - and I think he realizes the ruse is over. I have found him out, and he knows he should stay away unless he wants me to expose him even more. I can hit him where it hurts and he is terrified - exactly where I like boys to be ;)

Anyways, last I heard, he's engaged to that girl he said was a downgrade (which isn't that surprising - since I gave him a narcissistic injury by leaving he knew he had to lock down the next one or she would leave too) - which is quite sad. I pray she sees the light before he takes too much away from her.

Hope it clears up things -- as always, feel free to PM me. More than happy to help anyone, especially if it means saving one of you from a toxic monster <3

***This is one of the subtle points that makes narcissists so difficult to identify: usually, when someone changes for you, it's because they like you and don't want to hurt you - compromise! that's what you do when you're in love, right? However, for a narcissist, it's not "love" - it's him realizing that if he wants to keep you trapped in his web of deceit, he needs to change - and this is true for both the beginning of the relationships and the whole duration. They don't have any integrity so they will change into whoever you want them to be, if it means you'll be attracted to them -- they are so good at reading you, figuring you out, and identifying your deepest desires/wants that they can transform into your idea of a perfect partner -- and they DO, but it's only a set up to manipulate you later. It's addicting to meet who you easily consider your "soulmate"... but in the end, you realize it was too good to be true.

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goffilolo · 6 years

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Bleeding HeΔrt - Deflexionum

Whats up?! I’m back with another android!izuku one shot, its now offically turning into a series: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15933062

The ending might be a bit confusing, but dont worry, there will be a sequel explaining all of it later on.

Izuku opens his eyes.

He is brought out of statis by his internal alarm informing him that it is currently 2:20 pm, time to go and pick up Kacchan from school. He makes his way to the kitchen to check on the contents of the pantry as he composes a grocery list that gets added to his list of priority tasks. Izuku plans on making curry tonight, it’s Kacchan’s favourite, he likes to make Kacchan happy.

>̵S̵͈̏y̶̨͘s̷̻͊t̵̨̛e̴̱͠m̴̪̾_̵̲̽i̷̭͋n̷̤͌s̵̙͐ẗ̶̮a̶̧͌b̶̼̓i̴̛̪l̴̢̈i̸̡̍t̷̡̃y̶̫̒

>Priority_tasks

>Pick_up_from_school

>Grocery_shopping

>Prime_directive

>Take_care_of_Kacchan

Dismissing the glitched system notification as he always does, Izuku makes his way outside as he puts on his standard issued Cyberlife jacket; adorned with a blue glowing armband and a triangle, a legal requirement used in order to identify androids in a public space.

After he was bought, his owners insisted on having him wear more ‘human’ clothing inside the house, as the stiff Cyberlife uniform he came with was collectively deemed unacceptable by the Bakugou family.

Although Izuku tried to reassure them that as an android he did not feel comfort or discomfort, nor did he have a sense of style Mitsuki still insisted on buying him new clothes to make him feel more ‘at home’. Kacchan also seemed to enjoy being able to help in picking out clothes for him.

Izuku understands that humans have the capacity to become emotionally attached to and care for just about anything, from small animals, to inanimate objects and more recently androids. Yet despite knowing all of this, being cared for by his humans made him f̵̧̮̭̤̝͊̉̊ȇ̸̩̮͖̫̠̜͐́e̷͔̖̒̈́͐͠l̴̛͚͖̎̐̐̈́̍ -

>̵S̶y̷s̴t̴e̵m̶_̴i̵̥͔̓̐̌̓n̵̞̓̆͛͗̀͜͠s̸͇̞̚ť̸̢͈̻͇̽̌͊̚a̴̢͍͔͓̦̟̿̀̄̉̇́b̵̛͖̀̋͌ī̵͖̻̲̫̞͎̀̍̈́̊̿l̸̛̞͕͈͗̊͛͠i̶͙̺̻̔͋̅̾͘t̶y̷

The android makes his way towards the school, checking the network for weather updates, in case Kacchan wants to go to playground later on. It’s currently sunny outside, but the weather has been unpredictable lately, he wouldn’t want to get caught in the rain again, since the last time it happened Kacchan was very worried that Izuku might short circuit from the water.

The child’s concern was very sweet, thought Izuku, especially compared to how a lot of other humans seemed to dislike androids.

Sometimes when he goes to pick up Kacchan there are adults who scoff at his sight, saying how the parents nowadays are becoming more lazy, getting machines to raise their kids for them.

Although Izuku couldn’t feel per se... those words didn’t sit right with him, as he knew they weren’t true. In the last 2 years he spent with the Bakugou household he learnt that both Mitsuki and Masaru were very hardworking people, and did not deserve to be talked about like this. It didn’t feel-

>̵S̸̙̬̝̾͜y̵̝̒̾s̸͓̘̀t̷̨̛͇e̵̲̫̬̲̔̈m̷̝͌̾̏_̷̡̭̯̬̋͝i̵̙̠̲̐̿͘n̴̡͕̟̾̚s̸̯̣͚̻͗͑t̸̏͜ą̷̧̟̐b̶̬̱̜̫̅͝į̴͕̘̊͊l̷͖̦̺̾ȉ̴͕̝ț̶̎y̸͇̱̺̓́̅̈́

-right.

Izuku arrived at the school at 2:52pm. He stood in front of the school gate along with other androids and parents, waiting for the children to be let out. Most of the androids waiting were either AX400 or PL600, Izuku remembers there were a lot of them at the Cyberlife store, but seeing them in everyday life made him realise just how many of them were produced. It was...intimidating for Izuku to realise that he hasn’t seen another MI100 even once over the past 2 years. Kacchan always said that it made him more unique and that he preferred him to some common model, but for Izuku it f̷̨̓e̴͎̣̍ĺ̷̯̪̾͌ţ̵̭̮͉̣͇̽̎͑͋̈́-

>S̶̈́̚͜y̴̖̖̤̓͌̏̚s̸͍͊̊̂̈́ṯ̶̑é̶̙̗̀͝m̵̰̾̋͗̚_̵͙̇i̴̙͉̒͌ń̷͚̹s̶̛̜̖͑t̸̮̺͖͐ą̴̡̢̡̛̒̀͊b̷̰̹̘̃̿̌́ḯ̸̢̗̹̪̆l̴͕̜̹̄̊̈́̕ì̵̠͌̎̚ͅt̷͎̹̯̔̈́̏ỳ̴̯͂̂͘

l̸̪̘͉͈̋̽̈́̓o̷͍͈̎̏͝n̸̢̛͉̖͉͔͈̓̈́̉ȇ̴̟͋l̶̰̖̜̂͛̈́̍ẙ̸̫.

The glitches Izuku experiences were...bothersome to say the least. He knows it’s just some glitch in the visual output for the inquiry queue often present in older models, although he doesn’t know where he got this knowledge from as it wasn’t present in his Cyberlife database.

The android is brought out of his thoughts by the incoming wave of children running through the gate towards the parents and androids waiting. Kacchan bumps into him and immediately starts talking about his day at school.

“Izuku, guess what?! I got the highest score on today’s test!” he proclaims with pride as he takes the test out of his backpack and practically shoves it in Izuku’s face

“Wow, Kacchan! That’s amazing, you’re so smart” praised Izuku. It was important to praise and reward children in order to encourage hard work and good behaviour, and although Kacchan wasn’t a poster child when it came to the latter, he was very intelligent and hardworking like his parents “In fact, you did so well that you deserve something special. How about we go to the grocery store, so that I can make your favourite curry tonight?”

“Yes! Curry! Curry!”

Izuku made his way out of the grocery store, shopping bag in one hand, Kacchan’s hand in the other. The shopping centre was in the opposite direction to their home, and the android calculated that with Kacchan’s speed of walking it would take them about 40 minutes to get back. Maybe less if the boy lets Izuku carry him, although the chances were slim.

As they walked through the centre Izuku noticed a large human gathering by the entrance. It appeared to be another anti-android protest. His stress levels spiked to 44%. Izuku has seen a few of them in the past, usually staying as far away from them as possible, as he heard that the protesters often got violent and destroyed any androids that got near them. He didn’t want to be destroyed.

>Inquiry_invalid

>Androids are not living beings, therefore they have no wants or desires

Izuku looked down at Kacchan. The boy hasn’t yet noticed the protest, but it was only a matter of time as they had to walk past it in order to reach the entrance. It was risky, he calculated a 70% chance of a confrontation and a 30% of Kacchan getting hurt in the process.

He won’t let it happen. His prime directive is to take care of Kacchan, and he will do it, even if he gets destroyed in the process.

>̵S̶y̷s̴t̴e̵m̶_̴i̵̥͔̓̐̌̓n̵̞̓̆͛͗̀͜͠s̸͇̞̚ť̸̢͈̻͇̽̌͊̚a̴̢͍͔͓̦̟̿̀̄̉̇́b̵̛͖̀̋͌ī̵͖̻̲̫̞͎̀̍̈́̊̿l̸̛̞͕͈͗̊͛͠i̶͙̺̻̔͋̅̾͘t̶y̷

>Stress_levels_56%

His hold on Kacchan’s hand tightens as he intends to walk past the protesters as quickly as possible, hoping that they won’t have enough time to stop him.

“Izuku?”

“Yes Kacchan?”

“Are you scared?”

Was Izuku scared?

>Fear_noun

>An unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.

>Inquiry_invalid

>Androids are not living beings, therefore they cannot feel.

>S̵͍͋y̴̺͛s̶͈͘ṯ̷̍e̵̦͑m̵̟̀_̷̥̅ì̷̪n̶̲̆s̷̖̐t̶̳̃ȃ̴̖b̵̡̄i̶͍͛l̶͉̕i̵̫͝t̸̤̀ŷ̴͓

“No, of course not, androids don’t feel fear.”

“But you look scared.”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just get out of here quickly and everything will be alright.”

They looked at each other in determination before glancing at the protesters holding signs and shouting about androids stealing jobs and ruining the society.

“Why do these people hate androids?”

“I don’t know Kacchan.”

“Are they going to hurt you?”

“Let’s hope not”

The android lifted Kacchan and held him tightly, already speed walking towards the exit, trying not to draw attention, staying af far away from the protesters as possible.

Unfortunately they didn’t get very far before one of the protesters, a middle aged woman grabbed Izuku by his collar and dragged him into the centre of the commotion. The sudden movement caused his LED to stutter in red, before switching back to anxiously flashing yellow.

>Stress_levels_64%

“Not only are these plastics stealing our jobs! NOW THEY’RE STEALING OUR CHILDREN AS WELL!” screamed the woman, pointing at Izuku whose hold on the child tightened out of f̶̣̗̠̒ͅe̵̪͕̥̦͘͠ạ̴̧̺̹̄͛r̴̡̥̘̮̊̊.

>̵S̵͈̏y̶̨͘s̷̻͊t̵̨̛e̴̱͠m̴̪̾_̵̲̽i̷̭͋n̷̤͌s̵̙͐ẗ̶̮a̶̧͌b̶̼̓i̴̛̪l̴̢̈i̸̡̍t̷̡̃y̶̫̒

“Hey! Leave Izuku alone you witch!” shouted Kacchan “He didn’t do anything wrong, you guys are just mean!”

“You don’t understand child! Your parents would rather buy a fancy machine to do everything for them, instead of doing it themselves! These androids are making people lazy, they’re taking up our jobs, they’re ruining out country!” screamed a man as he waved the sign he was holding.

From then on the situation only got worse. Izuku and Kacchan got surrounded from all sides, people grabbing at him from behind, trying to pull him and Kacchan apart as the boy screamed in distress causing Izuku’s stress levels to spike to a dangerous levels, his LED flashing a dangerous red.

>Stress_levels_85%

>S̵̟̥̊̏̇̈y̶̹̣̤̲͝š̶̨́̓̈́t̶̢̛̞̤̍̌e̷̢̮̅̕m̴̻̂_̸͇̝̰̗̌͋̔̄i̵̯͐̅̓̒n̸̮͉̓s̸̩̔̓͝ț̷̐͝a̶̝͚̋̔̽͐ḅ̸̙̱̥̆̈́̐ì̷̩̗͇ļ̷̗̤̏̍͘͜ì̶̹̦͊t̶̞̭͑ý̵̨͍̍

It was all too much. Too many hands, too many voices, his processors struggled to process anything beyond the increased glitches in the system, his prime directive flashing before his vision as someone took Kacchan away from him.

>Take_care_of_Kacchan

The child screamed and tried to reach out to Izuku as he was pulled away by the protesters. Izuku moved around frantically hoping to break free from the hold they had on him, but he couldn’t. He felt the need to fight back, his inquiry queue overloading.

>Fight_back

>Task_cancelled

>Android cannot fight or harm a human being in any shape of form

>Fight_back

>Task_cancelled

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>̶̮͎̓̎̚F̴̛͔̃͂̔i̸̦̣̙͍̽̂ḡ̵̝ḥ̸̡̧̏̉̒̌t̶̢̅͆͘_̵̧̄̿̈̕b̶̨̳̻̐á̴͖̿͊̐c̶̣͇͕̮͊̈̍k̷̞̃̈

̴̰͚̈́͋͒̇ ̵͇̺̍̈́̊ ̷͓̣̋ ̵̮̙͉̆>̵̖̀͊T̴̺̳̓̎͐̔͜ā̴͎͉̎̃́ͅš̷̙͎͇̍̅͝k̸̠̲̻̹͋̈́_̴͉̾̉̒ͅc̵̢̲̄̚a̷̯̮̾̄̚̕n̸̙̎͒͂c̸͖̣̳̒͒̌é̵̠͚l̷̻̤̙͆̏͋̓ͅl̴̤͔̓̋e̵̛̟̍̇d̵̻̯̮̼͗͘

Izuku felt like there was a wall between him and Kacchan that he just couldn’t get past, he felt held back, not by the humans, but by his own programming.

Suddenly he heard a loud crack and it took him too long to realise that someone smashed a sign against his head. Although he couldn’t feel the pain, the android couldn’t stop himself from screaming.

>Biocomponent_#5402

>Critical_damage

>Biocomponent_#4903

>Critical_damage

His audio processor got smashed and the screams turned static. He couldn’t hear, he could only watch in horror as his proprioceptive sensors gave out under the impact and the android fell to the ground unable to defend himself as the protesters continued their assault.

His vision slowly filled up with more damage reports as the humans continued to attack him. Izuku felt the joint in his arm shatter as one of the humans stomped over his arm. He can’t feel pain, but he thinks he’s screaming. He can’t be sure with his hearing offline. Thirium spilled from the back of his head and damaged limbs, painting everything blue. The puddle on the floor, his uniform, the hands that grabbed him and hurt him, his LED pulsing a steady red in the raging sea of blue. And in the middle of it he sees Kacchan’s tearful face.

>Thirium_levels_65%

>̵͍̠̏S̷̭̩͓̥̈́͋̄t̸͕̯̎̀̓͜r̶̲̩͚̋̓͠e̴̱̬̝̓ṡ̵͖̂s̸̖͐͘_̷̣̘͈͗̂͛ĺ̵͎̌̐e̴͓̤͗v̶̥͂̑̊ĕ̸͇̀̄l̵̹̊̇_̴̝̗̪̟̍͌͒̒9̵͇͉͛̄̈́͜͝9̵͕͎̊̂̅%̵̦͇͇̈́͑

>̶̪͔͛̎̓̿̎̚S̶̻̱͕̥͍̎̄̒̏̈́ͅy̸̪̒s̵̗̭̒̓̏̔͝͝t̶̻̜͈̯͝e̶̠͇͕͈̋̓m̵̲͖̞̠̳̅̽̂̔̆͝_̶͖̹̬͇͌̌̅́̈́̉ỉ̸͔̪̽͒̎̕ͅn̴̨̠̳̖̰͑̈̓̕s̴͖̐̾̄͊̔t̴͇̻̲̩̊́̈̄a̸̡̰͉̬̯͖͛̇b̴͓͚̞̅͂̅̏̾͘i̶̡̻͐l̸͍̙̎͑̃̔̃̔i̷̮͗͂̇́͛̍t̶̖̟̪̤́́̍͋͑ỳ̴̛̦̌̇̿̄

And suddenly it all stopped.

And the blue faded into black.

>̶S̴y̵s̷t̸e̴m̸_̶s̶h̴u̴t̷d̵o̸w̷n̷

>Initiating_system_startup

>Model_MI100

>Serial_number_#130_904_151

>Designation_Izuku

>Reboot

>Checking_biocomponents_OK

>Initializing_biosensors_OK

>Initializing_AI_engine_OK

>All_systems_OK

>Welcome_back_Izuku

Izuku opens his eyes.

He doesn’t recognise the surroundings. He is standing on what seems to be an assembling platform, similar to the ones at the Cyberlife store. All of his systems and biocomponents are functional, meaning he was repaired after he shutdown.

The last thing he remembers is the sea of hands painted in blue, the shattered joint, the static, the p̵͉̣͇̞̀̓̕͝ả̵̝̬̩͒ḭ̶͙̽̐n̸̢͍͖̲̍, and Kacchan-

Where is Kacchan?

“Kacchan?” he calls out, unsure whether to step down from the platform or wait for further instructions.

Fortunately he didn’t have to contemplate for long as the door to the room opened and a man in a police uniform stepped inside.

“Looks like you’re all fixed up, that’s good” he said addressing the android “I’m officer Tsukauchi. In case you were wondering, you’re currently at the repair workshop at the police station. You were damaged pretty badly by the anti-android protesters, so I brought you in here to have you fixed and while you were shutdown we accessed your memory to get the faces of the people who attacked you.”

“Where is Kacchan?” he asked anxiously.

“You mean the boy I found at the scene? He was very upset when I found him, but he didn't want to be separated from you. He’s currently here at the station, waiting to be picked up by his parents and...I guess your owners” replied the man, clearly uncomfortable to be talking about the android in terms of ownership.

“I need to see Kacchan!” exclaims Izuku as he steps down from the platform, making a beeline towards the door.

The officer didn’t stop him, for which Izuku was glad. The android quickly walked out of the room in search for Kacchan. He walked past a number of holding cells and a big open area full of desks until he reached the reception where Kacchan sat in a chair next to another officer who seemed to be trying to calm him down.

Izuku practically ran towards the child, engulfing him in a tight hug.

“Kacchan! I was worried about you, are you alright?” he asked.

>System_instability

“Izuku!” shouted Kacchan as he threw himself in the android’s arms “I thought -sob- I thought they destroyed you for good.”

The boy held tightly onto Izuku, his sobs soaking the android’s jacket, mixing with the thirium that’s yet to evaporate.

“Don’t worry Kacchan, I can always be repaired” reassured Izuku, as he stroked the child’s head, hoping to lessen his distress.

“That’s not the point DEKU!” screamed the boy as he pushed himself away from the android in anger “Why didn’t you do anything? Why would you let them hurt you? You’re an android, you’re supposed to be stronger than people, but you were just useless, you let them beat you up!!!”

Izuku knew that the attack has deeply unsettled Kacchan and the child was just trying to process his feelings. He always did so in a rather aggressive manner. Nevertheless what he needed now was comfort and reassurance and that’s exactly what Izuku was made for. Reluctantly, the android held his hand out as he let the synthetic skin disappear, leaving only the white, smooth expanse of plastic.

“Kacchan” he called out “I am an android, I cannot feel pain and I was made to follow my programming. Do you know what my programming tells me?” he asked.

Kacchan looks at Izuku’s hand in uncertainty. He clearly wants to stay mad, but his childish curiosity winds over as he comes closer and brings his own hand forward, flesh meeting plastic.

“My programming tells me that you are the most important person in in my existence” says Izuku, a kind smile spreading on his face.

“I’m important!”

“Yes you are. But you see, my programming also tells me that I cannot harm people under any circumstances, even in self defence” explains the android.

“That’s not fair!” exclaims the child “You should be able to defend yourself against shitty people-”

“Kacchan, language!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I know Kacchan.”

Not long after Mitsuki came down to the station. She found her son with a permanent scowl on his face, aggressively holding onto Izuku’s hand, its skin still deactivated. Officer Tsukauchi explained to her exactly what happened at the shopping centre and the process of repairing Izuku.

“Thank god you boys are alright” she says “I don’t know what I would do if anything worse happened to you.”

“Don’t worry Mitsuki-san, I can always be repaired” says Izuku.

“I wouldn’t say that” chimes in the officer as he points towards the android “He’s an MI100, a rather old model, I don’t think they even make parts for it anymore. The only reason I could get him up and running was because we had spare parts from deactivated models that were laying around in the evidence.”

“Is that even allowed?”

“Not really, but the evidence came from a really old case, it was just laying there collecting dust, at least this way it’s put into a good use.”

“Thank you for your help officer” says Mitsuki as she makes her way out with Izuku and Kacchan.

“No problem” replied the officer “But be careful. Since the parts for his model aren’t being produced you’re gonna have a hard time getting him fixed.”

With that the Bakugous left the station. Mitsuki was still lamenting about how horrible today was, while Izuku wanted nothing more than to put it all behind him.

As the android walked hand in hand with Kacchan he could see that the child was still very shaken by today’s events. Contrary to what everyone might think, Kacchan was always a very sensitive child, he internalised everything to the extreme and when it all got too much he resorted to lashing out. The boy has yet to learn how to process emotions, and so he resorts to anger when at loss.

Izuku knew that the next few days are going to be hard, but he never expected that Kacchan’s resentment would only grow stronger.

Izuku opens his eyes.

He is brought out of statis by a damage report.

>Biocomponent_8456w

>Missing

>Shutdown_time

>01:56

>Stress_levels_65%

His thirium pump was removed once again.

“What’s up Deku? You’re not gonna fight me for it?” says Kacchan with a sneer.

“You know I can’t”

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i-writeandread-blog · 6 years

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Wonderland - Chapter 7

'What the hell just happened?' I wonder to myself. I know he didn't have my apartment number but I also know he is Jared Leto, he is very resourceful. I was certain that writing that note would be an indication to him that I was not willing to pursue a... a what? A relationship, a friends with benefits, a friendship... I wasn't sure what this was, but I didn't want it to be anything. And here he was breaking all the rules of a one time fantasy being lived. I stare at him incredulously.

"You lived your fantasy, now I want to live mine." He says with a smug grin.

"Jared, you shouldn't be here. What just happened can't happen again."

I grab my shirt and pull it back on. I can't bring myself to look at him, so I hang my head down and wait for him to leave. Except he doesn't make any move to do so. He stands there and huffs loudly instead.

"And why exactly is that Ali?"

"Because I am in my thirties and I don't want to play games anymore. We are much too old to do that. I'm at a point where my next relationship is going to be my last relationship. You're a perpetual bachelor. You can't offer what I need."

"You're putting words in my mouth here. Did I ever say I don't want those things?"

"Not exactly, Jared. But actions speak louder than words. What you and Jamie did the other day was something I'd expect from college frat boys. And even still your lack of relationships and even being seen with the same girls more than once in the media speaks volumes."

"Ali, I am a private person. I have dated. If you're not seeing these people in the press it is because I don't want anyone to see it. Besides, I haven't dated much recently because no one has excited me. You, Ali, excite me. For four months I've thought about you. I'm not even sure why, but I know there is a reason for it."

"How could I ever trust you? Jared, you go out on the road and women throw themselves at you. I couldn't live with the idea that someone I'm seeing is tempted like that. I know men can only handle so much temptation before they give in. I like you. Hell I love the idea of you. You're absolutely right that I've fantasized about you. You've been the object of my daydreams for a long time, but I can't handle a broken heart. Not again."

"What happened to you Ali? Whoever hurt you is not me. I'm not that guy."

I laugh a little louder than I should have when he says that. He is exactly like every man. The fact that he doesn't realize that is comical. Am I to believe that Jared Leto is the one man out there that is completely honest, never cheats, doesn't emotionally abuse, etc? I don't buy it.

"You should go." I tell him.

Instead of leaving he walks over and plants himself onto my couch and continues to stare at me. After a few minutes I can't take it anymore and I start fidgeting with my hands. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. I make sure I grab one bottle of water and crack the seal. I am not offering him one because to do so would say he is welcome here and he is not. I walk back into the living room and take a sip of water.

"All I am asking is for a chance here. Open up to me and we can see if this is something that can work for us." He finally says.

I'm not one to shy away from communication so I decide he is right. He's also not giving me any reason to not at least hear him out. I should feel lucky as hell that I have him in my apartment, that he is adamant about being with me. I'm still not sure in what capacity, but I'm curious enough to find out. If I don't like what he says I can still kick him out.

"Alright, I'll listen to what you have to say."

"Thanks. First I want you to know that you're right to be concerned about my intentions. What Jamie and I did, didn't seem all that bad at the time, but to lead you into thinking there was another guy wanting to meet you was a lie. I'm not sure what has happened to you, but I do understand honesty is a must in any relationship."

"So then what do you want from me? What kind of relationship?"

"I want to get to know you, I want to take you out to dinner, to have low key nights watching movies and eating popcorn, to go hiking, maybe even climbing." She tenses. "If those are things you'd like to do or try."

"What about the Echelon?"

"What about them? Look Ali, you know as well as I do that majority of them will be supportive. Yeah sure there will be a few that will be upset or jealous. That's only if you wanted them to know about you. If we decide to let them know about us."

"Ok so if we decide to see where this goes, what about the paparazzi? You said yourself that you're a private person. What if I don't want to be tucked away and hidden?"

"You'd have to be comfortable going out with me if that were to be a part of our relationship. The paps will always be around, it's a fact of my life that I cannot change. I chose this life. People who are my friends or family did not. I mostly let them dictate how and when they're seen, if ever. The important thing is to not care about what is said."

"Speaking of... I saw a video online from last night. People have been really cruel."

"I figured something would pop up. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I only read three comments and then closed my computer. I've avoided social media all day."

"That's understandable, but you gotta understand that the negative comments are just words on a screen and have no bearing on us and how we feel about each other."

"What did you mean by you living your fantasy now?"

"Ali my fantasy is having you be mine."

I smile at those words. I'm still unsure of what to do with his self proclaimed need to have me in his life. He saw me from the stage at a show, he saw me around camp, he's had one night with me, and he is so sure I am the one for him? It all seems so odd.

"Why me?"

"I don't know. I feel connected to you."

"Can you actually promise to be honest with me? Do you honestly think you're capable of that?"

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"Yes, as a matter of fact, I'll prove it to you now. I'm not even sure I'd have ever admitted what I'm about to tell you to anyone before. I was really hurt when I woke up to a note this morning. I couldn't get a song to go the way I wanted, so I took it out on my friends this morning."

I search her face to make sure she's still following what I'm telling her.

"Ali, this isn't my finer moment here, but I wanted to call you, I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I was going to text. Then when I clicked on your number, your picture from last night was there." She gasps.

"I hadn't realized it was still on my phone. You saw me delete it." She nods.

"Well here's the really disgusting and private thing I am going to tell you. Full disclosure and all."

"Oh... my... God, Jared! You didn't?"

I can still turn this in my favor. I am really good at talking about sex and desire. If I'm playful, maybe my charm will reward me.

"I couldn't help it, Ali. You're so fucking sexy. I want you even now."

I wink and run my hands to my crotch. Her eyes light up as they follow my hands. I grab my dick through my pants and squeeze. Her body reacts in awe striking ways.

"Okay, Okay. Stop! You've made your point, pervert!"

She playfully swats me and I grab her arm and tug her closer. I can feel the heat of her breath on my lips. I kiss her softly and then let her go.

"Alright, get up and go get dressed. We are going to go somewhere."

She doesn't ask questions or make it seem like she's confused or upset. She takes the order and leaves the room. I wait a few minutes and then follow her. When I enter the room I see chaos.

"Ali, what's going on in here? Did your closet explode?"

"Yes, no. Ugh. I don't know what I'm changing into because I don't know where we are going!"

I walk over and grab a pink tank top laying on the floor. I see a pair of white shorts on the bed and point to them. She takes the cue and picks them up. She looks at me and twirls her fingers showing me I need to turn around.

"I think we are past the point of modesty, babe. I'll play along, but I may take a peek."

I turn around and after 5 Seconds I can't take it anymore. I spin back to face her and proudly gawk at her petite figure. She grumbles but isn't really mad. She dresses quickly and puts on a pair of flip flops.

I take her hand and guide her out of the apartment. Once we are outside I let her know that I didn't drive. She guides us to her car. It's nothing special, but it's nice never the less.

"Sorry, my Ferrari is being serviced at the moment." She guffaws loudly, which is really adorable.

"Okay well I guess I can be seen in this. Hand me the keys."

"Oh no no Leto, this is my baby. She doesn't let just anyone drive her."

I wonder for a minute if there's gonna be a back and forth or tug of war for the keys, but she relents quickly and gets in on the passenger side.

"I have one of them new fangled cars you see. Don't need to stick a key into an ignition. It's real smart." She says with a thick southern accent.

"Oh one of them there fancy smancy cars, eh?" I return with my own southern twang.

It takes me a minute to adjust since this is a manual transmission and I haven't driven one in a long time. I put the car into reverse and back out of the lot. Within seconds I am speeding down Cahuenga towards the 101.

After 25 minutes has passed Ali realizes where we are and lights up. She even perks up in the seat beside me. Her eyes glisten with tears. I reach for her hand but come up short when I have to downshift to make the turn onto Dorothy Drive.

"Jared, you brought me back to camp!"

"It's where our story should have began." I say with a hint of sadness.

"Doesn't matter, the past is just that. We are here now making new memories. AND, we are here alone!” The excitement is evident on her face.

"Probably not alone, I'm sure there are staff members floating around here and there."

"That's okay." She says defeatedly.

I come to a stop and park the car. I'm overjoyed to be back here with her, and I can also scope out the possibility of having Camp next year even though I had said we wouldn't. I sometimes do that. I recently said this next album would be our last, but it probably won't be. I love making music too much and we have hundreds of songs that could still make it onto a sixth album.

We get out and walk to the entrance. There's a lightness to our steps. I can tell Alice is giddy. It's the reason I started the Camp in the first place. Adults want to be kids again and this gives us that chance.

"Well let's go have some fun, shall we?" I ask rhetorically.

Before she steps too far away, I spin her around and plant my lips upon hers. And because I can't help myself, I give her a smack on her ass. And because she can't help herself, she moans softly.

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gloriascott93 · 7 years

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Draft musings

If @green-violin-bow or anyone else wants to play with these **very rough draft** musings sparked by the clock/watch discussion of recent days, please have at 'em. My time to edit them and be on here between now and TLD is super limited so I figured I throw them on here in essentially scribble form. This is an associative wander through a narrative ark rather than detail or theory based and I haven't had time to tidy them in a neat sequence or link them to scenes or even eps. But something in here might be of use to someone so I'm leaving it here in case any of you want to pull a loose thread in it and run with it. :: So based on TST with a through-line that occurred for this purpose primarily in THoB and of course TGG. Clocks. Watches. The 5 pips that mean death. Tick tock. Tick tock. A posthumous game driven by Moriarty. A game Sherlock loves. Marked by Intellectual arrogance. Where Staying alive is so... boring. And Caring is not an advantage. How do you win that game? What is timeless? What defeats death by being stronger? By outlasting it? Making you willing to die to show it? Love. Intellectual arrogance will not win. But emotional self doubt conquered will. (See Sherlock's embarrassment in the balloon scene in TST. A sign he is already learning how to feel his emotions. Have we ever seen him embarrassed in front of company quite like that?) Caring will win and proven to be an advantage. The game ends when the ticking stops. The game will end when Sherlock - who will either be dying or figuratively die by falling into insanity - wins by being emotionally vulnerable and stops being clever. When the ticking stops, it means time will stop. Just like it did the first time he and John met. Because Love exists outside of time. There is a road Sherlock fears they are locked to. Where you can't escape death. Random rolls of the dice won't save you. But that very same intricate web of apparent randomness and human interaction that might be more like predestination than we want to admit is also what also brought he and John together. It's what caused John and Stamford to cross paths that fateful day and go for a drink. The very same day Sherlock said he was in need of a flat mate. That's important. And when they met, time froze. John handed out his phone to Sherlock and the world turned around them. Everything in this story is a consequence of that moment. In opposition to Moriarty for John, staying alive is not boring. Instead, John Watson lives if Sherlock lives. So this is not just Sherlock's game. They both have to win. Sherlock has to stop loving the game and love someone else more. This is about becoming human. And this is where we enter hard core Moffat territory. Where caring is what makes you human and not a Dalek or a Cyberman. (Who both have the capacity for sentiment absent. They are literally - though by different means - both the un-human. Their capacity to feel compassion is removed.) There is a paradox that he returns to again and again & is the central theme he explores in DW - it's been there since the very start more than 50 years ago. That the very weakness of caring is what makes you strong. It's how you hope. It's how you know you are alive. And it's not an easy lesson. It takes real courage to not give your hope over to hate and violence. He sees great similarity in Sherlock and the Doctor and I think he is pushing Sherlock down a path the Doctor would recognize. Sherlock is the god who falls to earth. It's not the falling (in love) that kills you, it's the landing when no one catches you. He didn't let John catch him at Bart's. He self sacrificed instead. They both paid a terrible price and he keeps doing it over and over with this vow. He's not letting John in. He keeps on swallowing his feelings and putting on masks and stepping into battle. And John doesn't get a say. It's always Sherlock's way. Sherlock has to be the one in control. It's as if he doesn't want to let John reciprocate. But we know he has to meet his demons - whatever in his past he is running from. And face it. His mind cannot save him from emotional hurt. He has to emotionally fall. That's how he will win. Because - again, Moffat - endings are sad but they are beginnings and beginnings are happy. Life is finite. If you get the chance to love you should always take it. Even though love makes you so terribly vulnerable. But that is the most human thing in the world. It's how you really live. By loving. Even though you will hurt. It's what makes you strong and brave and heroic even if you are very ordinary. Drugs don't keep the skeletons rattling in the closet Sherlock has locked his emotions away in. In spite of himself this self made man is being changed by John. And the more human he becomes the more he hurts. He is still running and something is coming and he fears he can't escape death. But they are on a path that he can't see because he keeps using his head and it makes him blind to this deep mystery: Put him and John in any moment in time and they are always together. Together they exist outside of time. Because love is not killed by death. To accept that you have to accept that what you love will die. And you love anyway. You defy death. But love doesn't cease. It's what makes it hurt. And it's also what makes you heroic. It's what makes them heroes. Their togetherness. It's how these characters exist timelessly. The tick tock is persistent because the moment it ceases is the moment the game is won. Moriarty is exploiting Sherlock's weakness - his attempt to not be human. But Moriarty will be beaten by Sherlock changing. By doing something he doesn't want to do - to rely on emotions rather than his mind. He in essence will return to the moment he and John met and this time round he'll let him in. Fully. Vulnerably. Not smart. Or clever. But emotionally open. I suspect Smith will push him beyond his vulnerability in THoB to a place of deeper fear - where his deepest hurts and his rational collapse meet. Where reason will not save him. Will John be there? I think we know the answer to that. Because at the end of TAB John was not only at reichenbach, Sherlock reassured him they could both be there in a fantastical future time he imagined. Together, they exist outside of time. Deep down Sherlock knows this. But he has to be brave. He has to believe it in the real world. He has to believe he is worthy of it. Sherlock is worried about what to do about John. He needs a plan. But I suspect it won't work. That's not the winning hand. The clever plan. Instead, he has to let John see his darkest fears and take the risk that John will be there with him. Time is going to stop. The tick tock needs to be replaced by a heart beat. He's done it before. Restarted his heart by acting out of love for John. Beat the game. But John didn't see it. John doesn't yet know. And Sherlock has to overcome his emotional self doubt. He has to take a risk of his feelings. His mind cannot save him. Not this time. Mycroft will likely be proved gravely wrong. The game is over when Sherlock and his sentiment speak as one. Mycroft - full of intellectual arrogance - thinks it's a disadvantage but it's not. It's not at all. He is probably trying to protect Sherlock but it is driving him to his death. Whether by drugs or the game or suicide. Tick tock. This is a bet. It's highly self destructive and dysfunctional and Sherlock in his unconscious mind knows it. Mycroft for all his power and desire for power will likely lose the game. Because ironically sentiment is what keeps him from letting Sherlock live emotionally. It's self defeating. This protectiveness is doing as much harm as good. If Sherlock could feel then Mycroft needn't be so worried. But he is asking John to protect him while encouraging Sherlock not to care. Not to succumb to sentiment. To not be human. Sherlock's salvation must mean making a choice Mycroft wouldn't. To stop running. Stop spinning plates. To stop and feel. It will send him to hell but he will survive. And he won't be alone. He doesn't have to be alone. We know it. That's what puts the world to rights and we are all fairly certain that now the audience is catching on. Something about this whole story is off. When John Watson saves a life this time the audience must be willing him on knowing what we didn't know in ASiP why he will do it. They are both so flawed but the audience will now be rooting for them like never before - for the game to end and the story be made right. Each in their own way Mofftiss have a mature view of love that is marked by the presence of loss and not-having. It's why TPLoSH can be bittersweet yet still beautiful. Because love is not voided because you don't run off into a happy ever after. Wilder gave Holmes real depth of feeling. Tragic maybe but still beautiful. It made him a more whole character. The missing link is Watson. What if Watson hadn't been so damn presumptuous and let Holmes tell his story. What if Watson had understood and seen the depth of feeling that Holmes was hiding. The ticking clock is going to stop. Because the apex of the canon for Mofftiss is Garridebs. It is the moment in canon where time stops. Where in the middle of a shoot out, fearing death, they look into each other's eyes and there is no wall. No facade. It is John seeing an open Sherlock. Scared. Vulnerable. Forgetting himself and showing he cares. And John really knows. Even if the wall goes back up there is a heart in there that is vulnerable. That was all he ever needed. It is so powerful he knows that every wound is worth it because the feeling is mutual. Shared. They are not the same person. But he forgives Sherlock's hard shell in that moment. He doesn't resent him. He celebrates it. I think we are getting a fix it fic. In which we find out why Sherlock made himself the way he did under Mycroft's misguided protection. Why that harsh cold exterior is really there. And John will know too. And John will understand just how much pain is being kept at bay. I think John flinching at Ajay's story is perhaps a premonition of what is coming. It was a warning shot. Not of Mary's demise but of Sherlock's secret demons. John will have to be brave too. He may need to be the dragon slayer this time. It's inevitable. Whatever the detail, this path is set. It's not about death. It's love. That is how they win. And it will hurt like hell. But they have to do it. Together. It's why even now with the skull we are again getting the opening of the study in scarlet. The world changed the day they met. It is as romantic with a big capital R as it gets. It was never the cases or the detecting. It's them. Two of them. Perhaps this time it will be John's way. Sherlock is always playing Mycroft's way or Moriarty's way. Pick a side. They need to be on the same side. And it will hurt to do it. To admit just how much it scares them. How much they need to be needed. How much they want to be wanted. No more jokes. No more laughing to avoid the pain. But when they get there. Time will stop. And we will know this was the whole point. Right from the very start. Their origin story. The reliable version. Without the evasion. The depth of their humanity and connection plain for all to see. The darker this gets the more I trust Moffat to offer real deep substantial redemption and hope. It won't be trite. He is unafraid of admitting that love is hard. Scary. Love is not cheap for him. Or Gatiss. That's where Sherlock and doctor who collide - the story of what it means to be a man by a subversive set of rules. It's the emotional growth story of the anti-bro. Sherlock and John love one another. They always have. Always will. We can argue about the finer details. But that's never been in question. It's a timeless story. Til the end of time. Love wins. It has to win. Otherwise what is the point of this story? To win, it can't be desperately unspoken anymore. Not this time. This time I believe that, all theory aside, this is a story in which Sherlock gets what he needs. And so does John. As long as the clock is ticking it hasn't happened yet.

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Hi all. It's been a couple of years since I wrote anything new, and would really appreciate any thoughts or feedback about this. It's just the start of something, not entirely sure where it's going yet but I've recently started micro-dosing and this kind of just flowed out of me! Thanks!

A Morning in Hemel Hampstead.

“My water just broke”.

Billy let out a soft gasp. He was stranded 20 miles away in Hemel Hampstead, about to walk into an important meeting with the legal counsel of a large pharmaceutical firm and hadn’t expected to hear about breaking waters when he answered his ex-girlfriend Laura's call.

“But you’re only 7 months, aren’t you? Isn’t that a bit, you know, early?”

There was a word for giving birth early. Billy couldn’t think of it. He had a decent enough vocabulary; he just often forgot the specific word for a particular situation. It was one of the things Laura disliked about him, his inability to accurately communicate his feelings without resorting to grunting or downplaying events by using the incorrect term and making them seem unimportant. It wasn’t necessarily his fault, but it was a source of constant irritation.

“Yes Billy, it is a bit early, is this an inconvenient time for you?”

Laura was passive-aggressive. It came from childhood, her mother could never discipline her in a conventional way, she would usually just apply a barbed comment or sarcastic aside even if her children didn’t have the capacity to understand what she was trying to say. It was this niggling, nagging behaviour that would eventually lead Billy to snap, and put in motion the demise of the relationship.

“Where are you? I’m probably an hour away from wherever you are, I’ll get a cab back to the station now.”

“Billy I’m scared.”

A Good Start.

Billy and Laura met at a folk music festival out west. Having shared acquaintances, they’d ended up in neighbouring tents and had quickly established a flirty harmony. The drugs flowed pretty freely in those days, long before the relentless grind of adulthood took hold and reduced them to squabbling over washing up and late nights in the office. The first 6 months were blissful, living separately in their own flats on opposite sides of London, they’d spend evenings watching bands in dingy, dirty pubs or collapsed on sofas in a fragrant cannabis fug. They rarely argued, made love every time they saw each other and never, ever discussed the future. At 24 years old, with a strong bone structure, who needed the future.

Billy didn’t really have a career, more just a string of meaningless restaurant jobs that kept him in sandwiches and weed. Laura, on the other hand, was really starting to make waves in the marketing department of the software company that employed her. Social media had revolutionised how companies spoke to their customers and Laura had a good handle on it. She has a quirky online presence and a knack for getting a message across in 144 characters that was both witty and informative.

Billy gave up his squalid Bethnal Green bedroom after a year or so, packed up his minimal belongings in a large backpack and moved into Laura’s feminine, clean 2 Bedroom apartment in Shepherds Bush. It was a natural progression, he spent most of his time there anyway because the walls in his place were starting to get damp. The less time he spent there, the less he’d have to clean. By that logic, if he didn’t live there at all he’d never have to clean again. Laura was a nurturer, and she nurtured Billy. She saw his potential, knew he was more intelligent than he gave himself credit for, and pushed him to find a more suitable job for a man of his age.

Laura bought Billy a new suit to interview in. It was the nicest thing he’d ever owned, a well-tailored Dark Grey two-piece with purple lining. He felt like an executive, it gave him a sense of importance and clout they’d he’d never felt before. It was liberating, and he was incredibly grateful to Laura. It didn’t stop him failing at his first 3 interviews, his smart appearance not masking his thorough ineptitude when it came to him speaking about himself or talking up his strengths, of which he had a few. Laura remained patient with him throughout, supporting him both emotionally and financially, picking him up when he came home despondent at another rejection. Laura was patient, empathetic, and loved him so purely that it was the easiest thing in the world to lift his spirits.

In the summer, after a number of false starts, Billy finally got full-time employment as a sales rep for a company that licensed new medications from the US and sold them at an exorbitant profit. Ethically, it didn’t really sit well with either of them or their liberal mindsets, but the money was decent, and it felt very much like a victory. They celebrated in the pub surrounded by friends. Laura spoke of her pride. Billy drank too much tequila and finished the night by vomiting into a bin on Fulham high street.

Neither Billy nor Laura anticipated how quickly Billy would adapt to company life, or how completely it would alter their peaceful dynamic.

A Cab Journey.

The train was the fastest route back to Hammersmith hospital, but Billy was still stuck in no man’s land between a Hemel industrial park and the station. The local taxi firm had a terrible reputation, and Billy was exactly the type of person to let someone else’s opinion influence his experience.

“Is this the quickest way to the station mate? This isn’t the way I got here?”

Billy was in a state of anxiety, as you would expect from a man who has just heard his child has decided to make an expeditious entry into the world.

“Roadworks on the St Albans road, we’ll be stuck there for ages if we go that way.”

“Isn’t that the way I got here in the first place?”

“I didn’t drive you pal, how am I supposed to know?”

Billy wasn’t a violent person, but as he watched the little red numbers increase on the counter in front of him, and the time tick over, he felt his heart beating faster and started playing out a fierce argument in his head.

“Just hurry up please.”

Billy picked up his phone. Laura was still the top of his list of favourite numbers, despite the fact they had been separated for nearly 6 months and had barely been on speaking terms.

“My train goes in fifteen minutes, I’m in a taxi now and if this driver stops being a clown, I should make it.”

“Ok. Come straight to the pregnancy unit. Mum will be here by the time you get here.”

Anne had never cared much for Billy. The feeling was mutual. He thought she was controlling, she thought he was lazy. They were both right.

“Can you tell her to behave herself.”

“You behave yourself Billy.”

Billy had no intention of starting an argument but would rarely back down if one was forced upon him.

The taxi trundled along, stopping at every red light as if the gods had pre-determined them to change from green as they approached, halting his progress and infuriating him further.

“Are we nearly there?”

The driver, having heard Billy’s earlier comment about him being a clown, decided against responding and continued to face forward.

“Excuse me, I’m talking to you.”

The driver pulled over to the side of the road.

“Twenty quid and you can piss off out of my car.”

“What? I don’t know where I am. Take me to the station.”

The doors were locked. The driver was a broad man, with a substantial neck. In a combat situation, Billy was unlikely to prevail.

The driver repeated his previous demand. Billy, all the while panicking about making the train in time, refused to be cowed.

“I’ll pay you when you drop me off at my destination. Are you stupid?”

The driver, having been university educated, didn’t take kindly to being called stupid, and reverted to the type his large frame signified. He unlocked the doors, climbed out of his seat and pulled Billy out of the back by the scruff of his neck. A brief grapple ensued, and Billy felt the sharp end of the driver's elbow in his eye socket. On his knees, with his left hand clutching his face, Billy looked up as the taxi sputtered back off down the road, taking with it any hope of him making the 11 o’clock from Hemel.

“Laura I’m a bit delayed…”

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The Burden of Knowledge

There is a saying that ‘Knowledge is Power.’ It’s true. The more you know, the more you understand, the better you are able to adapt to your situation and the more control you tend to have over your life. It’s the reason we have schools, colleges, books, tests and exams, and even the Internet. The more you know, as it were.

And it’s a good thing. It really is. Education is a wonderful thing and teachers simply do not get the recognition or praise or compensation they deserve. They are the replacement for the tribal elder who knew all that the tribe had ever known and passed it along to the children. Those elders were revered and honored, and we managed to screw that up completely. Good job, us.

And yes, I could decry the state of education in my country at length. I really could. This profiteering attitude some people seem to have towards education for the next generation is disgusting to its core, and the wrong people are getting rich doing the wrong things to prepare our children for a lifetime that no one can anticipate. Kids learning basic math, literature, science, and how to be decent people should not be a tally mark on some jackass’s annual financial report.

But there is a problem with too much knowledge. And I mean specific knowledge. There is no such thing as being too smart, and anyone who tells you otherwise is just some asshole who has realized that if you are dumber than he is, he can convince you to pay him for something. But you can know too much to remain comfortable in certain situations.

For example: I am a bit of an entertainment media enthusiast. I like video games, I like movies, I like TV shows, and I have seen a lot of them. Enough, in fact, to recognize certain things. And see certain trends. And recognize tropes and clichés when they are being used. And… I’ll be honest, the movies and games and shows I like these days tend to be mindless fluff or something that honestly surprises me.

So recently, my Wife and I watched La La Land. I like musicals and dancing, and this was a great movie for both. The ending left me… a little sad, let’s say. I was not expecting it to end the way it did, because it took me by surprise. I didn’t get the big happy musical number to close out the show like I was expecting (or at least the way I expected), and it made for a phenomenally good movie.

Compare that with something like, say, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. I had a few expectations going in, based on my knowledge of movies in general, a few brushes with a couple of Marvel comics, and a bit of basic intuition. Pretty much all of them were met, in regards to the general arc of the story. There were some minor surprises for me, as well as the countless delightful bits of dialogue and the inventively done action, but it would be hard for me to say I didn’t see the major story beats coming ahead of time. I won’t go into too much detail to avoid spoiling a truly awesome film for anyone, but the Mary Poppins line was pretty much the last surprise I had.

And don’t mistake my meaning here, just because Guardians was a bit predictable did not make it a bad movie. On the contrary, while I had a basic idea for how the story would play out, that expectation was nothing compared to the spectacle of comedy and character I got. It was awesome from beginning to end, and there is never going to be anything wrong with that. Likewise, La La Land’s twist ending was a total surprise to me, and while I may not have been emotionally delighted about the note it ended on, I still appreciate that it made me cry, and there is certainly a lot to recommend in an experience like that.

The problem for me happens when I see something that is not only predictable, but is acting like it isn’t. I’m going to pick on DC a bit here: Batman v. Superman was the most predictable, clichéd mess I have seen in a while. It was almost Transformers levels of bad in its winking ‘You’ll never guess what happens next’ attitude that just permeates the whole damn thing. Yeah, Batman and Superman are going to fight. No, of course they won’t kill each other. Of course Lex Luthor is the bad guy. We already knew Wonder Woman was going to be there. Doomsday, huh? Oh boy, who would have guess it? And Superman died? No, seriously. Stop. I can’t handle the drama.

And that’s the burden of knowledge. BvS was built on clichés and storylines that DC has been doing for years. Passing familiarity with either movies or comics would have been enough to spoil the whole story for you, and at that point the movie had to rely on spectacle. And even the spectacle was predictable. More shaky cam action with over-the-top effects of guys punching other guys through things. At least in Transformers the main characters can also turn into cars and trucks. This was just yet another ‘Trying to match Marvel’ attempt that was abysmally predictable and, while fun at times, was pretty unforgivably dumb. It could have been a much better movie if it had avoided being so painfully formulaic that I could almost guess 100% of the time what the next line of spoken dialogue was going to be, word for word.

This is starting to tread dangerously into the grounds of Marvel vs. DC, which is a many-headed beast upon which I have several opinions, and none of them are meant for this. We’ll get back to that mess later.

Because the burden of knowledge is heaviest for those who deal with reality. This is an issue that affects my wife much more vividly than it affects me. She works in a hospital, and has worked in hospitals for a number of years. She’s never been a nurse or a doctor, but in her various capacities, she has seen things. A lot of things. She only tells me about some of them.

It takes a certain mindset to be a nurse or a doctor. An ability to compartmentalize the things you see and to be able to make your peace with horrible things while you find a solution or, at least, a Band-Aid. This is not something my Wife can do, and she realized that a long time ago. The worst part is, working where she does now, she sees a lot of these things come through the door: car crashes, gang violence, fires, the homeless and downtrodden, parents too stupid to properly look after their children, broken bones, psychotics, and the just plain drunk, the list is pretty gruesome. And aside from doing her job, she cannot do anything to help these people.

This gets especially bad when it is children. I know she sees our boys in every child that comes through those doors, and she carries that weight with her every day. I can’t help her with it, either. I understand what she is experiencing intellectually, but I have no frame of reference for the emotional toll it takes on her. As a result, she is a very protective mother, and gets very fired up whenever anything might possibly harm them for any reason. Myself included.

She can’t shut it off. I know that. It’s the burden of knowledge. She has seen too much, and she has been powerless to help these people in her professional life. My heart aches because there is little I can do to help her except keep trying to be the best husband I can be and support her as best I can with hugs, love, and understanding.

Knowledge is power, yes, but it can also be pain. It is experience, hurt, and mistakes. Knowledge is for everyone, but there are some things man should not have to know. The next time someone seems to overreact or dismiss something out of hand, or even just behave in a manner inconsistent with your own experience, take a second to ask yourself what they might know that you do not. We are the product of our experiences, and no two people can ever totally share all of the same ones.

Just be aware of the burdens of knowledge we all bear, whether it just be a simple blunting of our enjoyment due to cliché and overused story beats, or a constantly fed fear of the ‘what if’ scenario that you have an all too vivid mental image of. We may all be different in the way we look at life, but we are undeniably in this together. Thanks for reading.

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Influence on Children and Their Parents As a Teacher and The Culture of Teaching

For us to have a crystal knowledge of this subject matter, it is pertinent that we first begin by using appreciating those imperative concepts: strength and have an education impact on.

power: this will be said to intend the capability to do something, the capacity to manipulate or impact someone or humans to do something of which on the whole they would not have completed, the energy high-quality of a subject.

affect: This alternatively can be the impact of something on a person, element or occasion; the electricity that a person has to have an effect on other humans’ wondering or actions via education argument, example, or force of personality.

Now, in merging those two concepts in this context, we consequently try and weigh the powers (strength traits and potencies) of the concept of influence on children and their mother and father, from teachers.

Research has shown that people are the maximum clever, smart and open-minded gregarious animals on this planet. As a result, that man’s are searching for and development of know-how is further actualized in his gregarious nature (capable of the accomplice in a group).

By using this naturally, no guy is an island. No marvel institutions like schools exist, congregations, church buildings fellowship, and even families. those are interconnected as they are critical to the existence of men, due to the fact through those, there is a terrific heightening within the connection of influence amongst men. teachers have crucial

Those are interconnected as they are critical to the existence of men, due to the fact through those, there is a terrific heightening within the connection of influence amongst men. teachers have crucial and paramount education roles to play as it issues influence on kids and their mother and father.

First of all, via the teachings, be it lecturers and morals, instructors can go a long manner to inculcate on children the quality training they want for growing up. Proverb 22:6 has emphasized that we ‘educate up an infant inside the manner he must pass and so when he is old he would no longer depart from it’.

Their influence on these young ones at their tender a long time may be among the things they will hold sway as adults. children are innocent and keen to research, so, therefore, instructors need to use the privilege of being instructors to those younger ones, to in-nonetheless no longer most effective educational leanings but also morals in these children.

This will cross an extended way in affecting and strengthening definitely, the training, methods, and behaviors of those younger ones.

even in their diverse families and additionally the influence of their guardians about the academics. Mind you, whatever individual a child displays at the home, which seems erratic, mother and father maximum possibly attributes it to the knowledge they get from faculty.

So, therefore, there has to be an inclusion of motivational teachings and sex instructional teachings within the school’s curriculum. This could correctly inspire, enlighten and direct the scholars to rightly clinching to the essence in their goals.

Proverb 22:6 has emphasized that we ‘educate up an infant inside the manner he must pass and so when he is old he would no longer depart from it’. Their influence on these young ones at their tender a long time may be among the things they will hold sway as adults.

Children are innocent and keen to research, so, therefore, instructors need to use the privilege of being instructors to those younger ones, to in-nonetheless no longer most effective educational leanings but also morals in these children.

This will cross an extended way in affecting and strengthening definitely, the training, methods, and behaviors of those younger ones, even in their diverse families and additionally the influence of their guardians about the academics. Mind you, whatever individual a child displays at the home, which seems erratic, mother and father maximum possibly attributes it to the knowledge they get from faculty.

More so, there has to be this viable cordial rapport among the academics and their students. Mark 10: 13-15 has said “and that they were bringing youngsters to him that he would possibly touch them, and the disciples rebuked them. however while Jesus saw it, he becomes irritated and said to them, ‘allow the youngsters come to me do no longer preclude them; for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Clearly,

I say to you, whoever does now not get hold of the kingdom of God as a toddler shall now not input it”. kids themselves are presents and have to not be stored away. when an infant draws closer to a person, the kid becomes keen on the person.

when that takes place, believe is Culture mounted, when trust is installed, the kid’s trouble is disclosed to be trashed. This is the key to a sturdy influence from a show to a scholar. How can this be executed? One may additionally ask.

Instructors have to make out a few greater-curricular sports to supplement the conventional programs in the faculty, be it academic or in any other Culture case. activities like Video games, Ability acquisition training and competitions ought to be introduced and prepared for those children by way of the lecturers.

This could make the lecturers seem More approachable and they the scholars More bendable, as a result strengthening the channel of impact between the 2 events. faculty becomes Greater amusing and useful to these children, who may have had the notion of stress for a Culture school.

They have to preserve a near tracking on the ones they teach. As I’ve said earlier, anything individual an infant displays in domestic, which appears erratic, parents maximum possibly, attributes it to the understanding they get from school. instructors should, therefore, hold an eye fixed on the kind of organizations they preserve, in addition to the attitudes these younger ones show in college due to the fact they (the teachers) are also mother and father to those younger ones.

In extension, teachers must endeavor to strengthen their meetings with the kid’s dad and mom. Here, not simplest have to the academics organize reputable dad and mom-instructors conferences, there need to also be an occasional visitation of teachers to these Teaching younger one’s houses.

This can improve the education rapport among the teacher and dad and mom, as it will display the trainer as an enthusiastic committed tough-running straight forward Teaching Culture.

“A Tanzanian, coaching at a British College in Malaysia, what can be more best?”

I had requested myself that query – or variations of it, relying on my geographical region – nearly each unmarried day for the remaining decade or so of my lifestyles. I had in no way clearly mentioned my (precise) historical past, but, inside the way, my boss did after I volunteered to take over teaching a module that focused at the dichotomies of subculture.

The ones have been his exact words to me, and that Teaching query changed into what had me thinking, ‘offered!’ My massive spoil had arrived.

It is my firm notion, and that I do not understand of every other expert who could disagree with me, that coaching encompasses ardor, thirst for academic demanding situations, and a love of all this is various. We’ve got all heard of -and had- conversations about a culture Teaching at one time or any other, however seldom has one looked at the real subculture of teaching.

The manner we instruct is substantially influenced by means of where we’re from, in which We’ve got drawn our studies, and what we want future generations to cast off from their gaining knowledge of journeys. Even though it is something you know to be true deep inside yourself, the marriage of subculture and coaching is one of these principles this is greater frequently than now not taken for granted.

What I have discovered from Teaching (and being!) in a large number of places, in seas of different faces, towards the backdrop of a myriad of the colorful infusions of subculture, is that this:

1. Absolutely embracing your personal history, in something shape or form it takes, lets in you to be – with the aid of default – open to seeing and appreciating different cultures via your students’ eyes.

It creates a nearly instantaneous rapport, building as much as a strong dating to be able to not handiest go beyond one’s teaching scope, but additionally one in an effort to last lots longer than many educational years.

2. Discover and consciously examine – as tons as possible, thinking of time restraints! – approximately the people you are teaching. Find out about the cultural components of their lives (their lives again home if they are now not local to the land you’re instructing in).

Open doorways to what makes them who they are. This is going past superficial factors (‘how do you greet people for your united states of American/tradition?’) to a little under the top of the iceberg (‘how are ladies viewed?/What are you able to tell me about gender dynamics for your town?’).

3. Listen to how they reply. and that I mean attentively, and emotionally. You may ‘hear’, inside the recesses of your mind, away from the buzzing of fact, doorways beginning. You can even find an untapped source of motivation being released.

On the stop of the day, while all is stated and executed, coaching culturally in its most basic form, is making ready to open yourself up to your students, and having them speak in confidence to you, irrespective of societal norms, ethnic obstacles and language boundaries.

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