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While looking up fanfics that would quallify for a good mission I stumbled across one called Britannia Which is a 54 chapter suefic involving a country whose meant to be a child of Arthur(aph UK/England) while dating Alfred(Aph US/America) who got adopted by Arthur at one point and technically is her brother.

It's bad and when I get permission chances are this will end up being a multipart mission. However the thing that stood out to me was the castle that the sue has for her home. It's a castle which is completely ruby colored and apparently is made of either glass or a glass like material. Which somehow was kept hidden from her despite it taking years to build.
At first I misread it as a castle made entirely of rubies.

And I wonder,what other strange materials have gary stus,mary sues,and airy oohs used for buildings in fanfics? So,what kind of architectural nightmares have you all seen?

Blue yesterday
Now dark and grey
So dreary and sad
And yet, makes me glad
I enjoy the sound of rain.

I'd like to propose now that Fantastic Beasts minis be mini-Aragogs that can only move in circles.

Anyway, now that that's out of the way...

Nifflers! Nifflers are adorable and I want thirty of them!

I swear I saw an Erumpent at one point, that big rhino-thing with the glowing horn. (I can't see Matt's links, sadly, so I don't know which one he's talking about.)

I'm not really one for speculation, but "We've lived in the shadows for too long" sounds like there might be resentment at the strict boundaries between magic and mundane. Hmmmm. I'm still hoping for a political thriller.

All right, let's do this again! Just moments ago, the Ellen Show posted the final trailer for the upcoming Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them film, so let's start with our analysis!

As always, here's the trailer -> [CLICK]

And now, I shall erect a small Spoiler Wall!

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And let's begin!

[00:13] Opening shot of New York City, with the Goldstein Sisters (Tina and Queenie; Newt's future wife and her sister, if anyone forgot) listening to monster growls spreading across the city. My guess is this is before they meet Newt and before he explains what happened.

[00:20] This is President Pickles, obviously, questioning Tina. So a full day has passed since Newt's case malfunctioned and the creatures escaped.

[00:29] Newt Scamander is a Time Lord.

[00:32] Always a pleasure doing business with a Goblin owner of a Wizarding Speakeasy.

[00:39] The MACUSA Clock - very reminiscent of the Weasley Family Clock.

[00:42] Here come dat Niffler oh hey waddup.

[00:45] "We don't like things loose." has more than one meaning when we consider Supreme Leader Pickles's policies.

[00:47] Closer look at what I am almost sure is an Occamy egg. Seeing that we get an Occamy later in the movie, these guys must grow pretty darn fast.

[01:00] First glimpse at Newt's TARDIS case. Looks like an office and a lab.

[01:02] WHAT IS THAT?! A big rhino-squid-porcupine?! Okay... seriously though, I have two picks. It's either A) a Graphorn, or B) an Erumpent. Both were confirmed to appear in the movies here.

[01:03] A little pink owl sneaks from behind the rhino family. This is most likely a Fwooper.

[01:05] Now this is a really nice shot. I don't know if those are creatures or statues that dot this hill, but it's confirmed that a Mooncalf will appear so... maybe?

[01:07] Newt and Jacob chillin' with Bowtruckles. I think this, as well as the hill before, is still the world inside Newt's TARDIS suitcase.

[01:09] Blink and you'll miss the Occamy hatching at the bottom.

[01:10] This is a very spiky puff-lion. My first guess was a Manticore, but now I'm gonna change it to Nundu. We're getting a freakin' Nundu!

[01:20] Ah, here we go. This is Mary Lou Barebone, or American!Umbridge. She leads the New Salem witch hunters. She also apparently descends from Bartholomew Barebone, the Scourer from the 18th century crisis.

[01:25] Credence Barebone, Mary Lou's adopted son, and apparently a very important figure in Harry Potter canon. Talking with President Pickles's right-hand man, eh?

[01:40] Enter mah boy, the Thunderbird!

[01:45] I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS!!!

[01:55] That's an Occamy, but is that the Occamy from the egg before?

[02:01] Okay, changing my mind... THIS has to be an Erumpent.

[02:04] The aftermath of the Thunderbird encounter?

[02:06] Eeeeey, mah boi Niffler! :P

[02:10] "I won't let another one die." Knowing Newt he's most likely talking about a creature, but do tell, I'm intrigued.

[02:12] I was kinda expecting Graves to pull something like this. Now, this is most likely out-of-context, but I don't see it as anything else than a rebellion against Pickles.

[02:25] Now THESE I really hope are Lethifolds! I've been promised a Lethifold and I will get it!




So yeah, those are my observations. Let the discussion begin!

I tried to write a ditty or
A little more to compensate
For Tesla's lack of rhyming skill.
But finding still my skill not great
I chose instead to cross it out,
And turn about and make my mark
By channeling a hobbit theme;
And like a dream, oh! what a lark!
I found it (slightly!) possible,
Not horrible, or not too bad;
I feel I could write much, much more...
I'll stop before I make you sad. :)

hS

iff yu had reed Prize Mission you wuold know FOOL WELL taht Gasparde is a grill.

Aslo Argent Suicide was tehre too.

im ur bigest fan, gassie!

*Gloomps*

gassiiiiiiiiiiie!!

T'subconscious was astoundin', lass, I jus' cannae help but b'drawn t'the severe overloadin' of dirty socks - an' as much as I love it, I cannae find a connection wit' a dirty-socked lad, as you wrote.

Im sooooo excited for the next chaptr! Seriously you don't even know. Thanks for translating the abreviations, its really helpful to me especially.

Keep up the good work

A/n: HI! I'm taking over the story and i promise it's gonna be awesome. I'm just taking over where DiskWater (hi babe!!) left off and I'm gonna keep what she wrote of course but I'm also putting my own twist on it!! Hope you like it!!!

Right, so this chapters in third person because it's different characters but keep am eye out for the end ;) don't worry there's lots of first person (aka or favorite pov characters!!!) coming up. This chapters different to set the scene but yeah just read to the end! Can't wait to write more!!! And of course……… Don't forget to review!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 4

The Guarddsman was lying down, trying to recover from his stomach wound. He had put the bloodstained cards away by now, and was vaguely thinking about getting the watch out...but nah. He kind of wanted a sandwich, and, well, tht was more important. So he got up and hobbled toward the kitchen.

He didn’t really feel bad that Gaspard had had to go interview Tacitus Dives in his stead, because, really, the lad could stand to get out a bit more. And anyway, the Guardsman hated dealing with Dives. They never had gotten along, and he always felt the young CEO was hiding something…

Anyway. Sandwich.

*********
In another part of HQ the Aviator was looking at her couch and frowning. It wasn’t like the couch had anything wrong with it; the real problem was that she wanted to sit down, but--and this was the important part--the couch was already taken. By her partner as his girlfriend.

They were cuddling (because Zeb was a cuddly sort and Dawn was very into cuddling) and it was really very cute (a/n THEYRE SO PERFECT TOGTHER IXIMAZ AND DAWNFIRE IF UR READING THIS TAKE NOTES) but the Aviator also really, really wanted to sit down…

She was about to say something, but then Zeb activated the disguise generator and turned into a human. He gave Dawn a slightly nervous smile; Dawn smiled back, and leaned in to kiss him.

The Aviator made a face and went into her TARDIS. She might as well; her eyes and mind would be saved, and there was the Gala to get ready for, after all…

*****
He really should call his sister, the Guardsman thought. She’d been bugging him about getting ready in time for the Gala that was coming up, asking who he was going to take along as a date. He’d been thinking maybe Naya; he didn’t like her like that, or anything, but it was a lot easier than figuring out who else he could go with. And besides, Naya was great. She was sarcastic, funny, and...well, he had no idea what she looked like, but that was fine. It’d work.

And maybe taking her would finally prompt his sister into making a movel…

~FLASHBACK~~

(okay so this is basically based on Cale Seche, because that should have gone so differently seriously. What were they thinking?! It would’ve been so much better like this!!))

The Reader scrambled to her feet when she felt a familiar presence approach her and Rina. Could it be—?

No. No, her brother was long gone. Her mind must be playing tricks on her.

And then three people rounded the corner and she froze.

“E-Emiranlanoamar?”

The tall black man stopped walking and blinked at her. “Xandria? The Reader--that’s you?”

The quarian beside him frowned, not that anyone could tell. “Who’s Xandria?”

“I am.” The Reader took a hesitant stepp forward, her eyes fixed on the Guardsman. “Emiran...I thought you were dead. Permanently so.”

“What about you?” The Guardsman waved the hand that wasn’t holding something. “You left the Academy and just vanished. Papa said you’d argued—”

“We did, but that’s not important.” The Reader took another step, beginning to tear up. “Emiran...Emiran, you’re alive.”

“And you didn’t call.” The Guardsman put his toolbox down with a thud and crossed his arms. “Why didn’t you call, Xandria?”

The Reader blinked at him, and wiped away a tear. “I was a little busy, Emiranlanoamar.”

The Guardsman gave her his best sad face. “I was lonely, Xandria. I had no one to talk to, and none of our other siblings were even still around except for Bibi, and you know what she’s like--all work, no fun—”

He was cut off by a hug from his sister: the first in centuries (or millennia, depending on the personal timestream). “Shut up, Emiran. Just shut up and hug me for once.”

Emiran blinked away his own tears and obeyed, hugging her tightly.

It's alright, he told her mind-to-mind. We're all safe now. It's going to be alright.

*****
They found out later that Bibi--the oldest, originally--had stayed on Gallifrey and might actually be dead. But everyone else had made it to HQ long before they did, and there were many reunions to attend. Of course, some of their siblins were a bit full of themselves, but they were always that way (except for the Notary) so Emiran and the Reader didn’t mind. The Reader was also the baby of the family, even before the Time War and everyone going traveling, so everyone was glad to see her. There were many hugs, some tears, and even the Notary clung to her fit a little while before she went back to bring herself--but everyone knew she cared.

END FLASHBAT!!

Esclava House, New Caledonia, at 08:13 on Friday the 13yh of September 2016 HST

Madam Penny had been in already to tell me that breakfast was served (and once more to say it was getting cold--she left in a hurry after I glared at her) but I couldn't stop pacing, couldn't get him out of my mind. That boy. Gaspard. I wanted him. Bad.

I shook the thought away, but it came right back, the way it kept doing all night. I couldn't concentrate. It was going to drive me--

I shook my head again. Think, Tacitus. Put your brilliant mind to use for once. I had to see him again, but how to arrange it…

I need to see him. Need to see if I can find out what he looks like wrapped in a fancy silk robe--dark, maybe dark blue--and sitting on my bed. I need--

It hit me suddenly. The Gala! If I could get him to the gala I could see him. He'd even be dressed up--

I smacked those thoughts away. How to get him to the Gala… there has to be a way. Had to be a way to get him there so I can impress him even more, and maybe get him where I've been wanting him since about two seconds after he literally feel into my office.

I'll figure it out. I'm not Tacitus Dives, heir to a fortune and self-made man of mystery for nothing.

Maybe my sister can help.

Maybe. Maybe she knows a connection that I don't.

I nodded: it's settled. I took out my portable console and sent s message directly to Harris my second in command. Contact the PI (privatate investigator). Tell him to start looking into a Gaspard de Grasse. And get me an appointment with my sister.

Harris' reply came almost immediately. He's a good assistant. Straight, and sometimes a bit unreliable and accident prone, but he's worth putting up with. second bits going to be tough. are you sure you want to see her? last time didnt go will.

For a moment I went into my other form, so I could snarl soundlessly with greater effect. Then I changed back and wrote: I'm sue. Get it done, Harris! PS: you meant ‘well’, I'm sure. This is why we need the new spell checker I've got R&D (research and development) working on right now: it'll catch more errors than anything else available. It'll make agents’ jobs easier!

He wrote back: you dont need to sell me on it tacitus. im running the project. haha!

I shook my head and finally went to eat breakfast. That Harris. Maybe I should look for a replacement--someone who didn't disrespect me…

No. They'd take too long to train, and Harris almost always followed through. It wasn't worth the energy it would take to replace him.

I looked down at my breakfast: bacon and eggs with a side of Sour Poffins. For a moment I was reminded of my ex--sweet creature, that one, my very first--but I shook the thought away and began to eat. I'd need my strength--especially if Harris made the meeting with my sister for today.

Wouldn't that be a breeze.

I'm not CIS, I'm personally more of an Republic guy. Though the CIS did have some pretty cool battle droids—

What? Isn't this about Star Wars? You know, the Confederacy of Independent Systems? No?

In fact it's a great way to flesh out agent concepts.

(\* unless the RP is explicitly canon, but I'm not sure that's happened in a while)

Share your email, old chap, if you'd like to proceed with the 'You're not funny' punching.

Simply wondering how the RP system works. Do you need to have "The Permission" to RP?

Is this another one of those Karaoke Night posts? I'm curious as to what's going on.

I'll leave Hop's Introduction Story and their First Mission for you, Tess.

I have not! I'll have to ask him about it some time! And yeah Matt's a really friendly person. ^w^

There once were some people online
Reading PPC posts to pass time
And now that we're here
I'm afraid and I fear
I can't think of another good rhyme

To be honest too many people let 12,or maybe it was it 13 I don't remember, year old me run around with a terrible New Orleans o...il someone did a criticism for your oc thread in which someone told me about how it wasn't okay. New Orleans is at least 60% black and the birthplace of a genre of music that was created by black people. I was running around with a weeb creation that didn't even make sense clothes wise.
If it wasn't for that I wouldn't of been able to toss the gary stu away and create a new one which I've built on to this day.

Hell if it wasn't for wanting to constantly research to improve my ocs I wouldn't have discovered amazing things about the two cities I loved or gotten the old books that told me tales of things like the south's leaders running to Mexico or the Baton Rouge Bus Boycott. Which just strengthened my love for the ocs I was making already.

If it wasn't for doing the research on them I wouldn't be able to have started research to make all my newer ocs good or at least decent. Hell at this point researching for my ocs is part of the fun!


Bad writing and poor research that is a big issue with all Suvians,they are meant to be one way but the writing tells a much different story. Blood Raining Night's protag for example,we're meant to take her seriously has a threat and side with her but the writing in both the fanfic and fanime portrays her as a bully whose willing to work with a criminal organization.

Hell improvement in character designs was part of the reason nearly everyone in the hetalia fandom was so excited for the new art style for the anime,the nations would finally get more correct skin tones that matched their canon skintones instead of highlighter pink to pale. The nations looked more like the nations they actually were meant to represent. Research and improving characters doesn't harm anything and in fact could make people much happier.

Now the sun had set
And the birds have gone to sleep
Autumn comes closer