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thedvilsinthedetails · 11 months ago

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rosekiller band au microfic pt2

yayyy part 2 is here! (Again if there’s any typos lmk ty)

(also yeah I changed their ages slightly, the skittles r now 23 not 25 what r u gonna do about it?)

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Evan woke up the next morning to the harsh bleep of his phone that always managed to elicit pure terror in his body. He groaned and rolled out of bed. He’d forgotten to turn off the alarm and of course he was awake at six in the fucking morning on a Saturday.

He threw on a dressing gown over his tank top and plaid pyjama bottoms, slipped into his fluffy slippers and trudged to the kitchen for some coffee.

Once he got to the kitchen he saw Dorcas was already sat at the little island she passed him a warm cup of coffee as soon as he sat down. Dorcas had always been the earliest riser of the band, always eager to get ready quickly and get the hell out of the house, he supposed that’s what growing up as the eldest sister to four brothers did to you.

“Heard your alarm go off, figured you’d forgot to turn it off.”

“Dorcas you lifesaver. And I mean seriously a lifesaver, I might have murdered someone without this coffee.”

Dorcas laughed.

“Who?”

Evan rubbed his eyes.

“Barty probably. He’s fucking annoying.”

“Any excuse to get up close to him then more like.”

Evan’s head snapped up.

“What?”

Dorcas rolled her eyes.

“Please you’re shit at hiding it.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout Cas.”

Evan mumbled, taking a long drink from his mug.

“Please, save the crap. If you don’t have a crush on him, why do you get so worked up by people calling you a couple. It consumes your every waking thought, now why is that? Tell me.”

“Ughhh I don’t want to think about it.”

He groaned and stared into the brown murky depths of the mug he was cradling close to him.

Dorcas softened.

“Look, Marls and Barty are really close, our next tour stop is London which means she’ll obviously drop by rehearsals. I can get her to ask him if he-“

“He doesn’t.”

Evan ran his thumb over a tiny chip in the ceramic. It was a mug Barty had painted around four years ago, Dora had decided for her sixteenth she wanted to go to a pottery painting place like when they were little. Barty was- honestly pretty shit at painting. The background was covered in vast uneven strokes of black. He’d tried to paint a white ferret on it - ‘Ev this one is for you, if you were any animal I’d say you’d be a ferret.’ - thing is it looked more like a snake with legs that was also, well, a zombie. It was Evan’s most prized possession. He’d be taking it to the grave. He turned it to look inside the handle. Barty had been too lazy to paint that part so instead he’d just written crudely with the brush - ‘B + E forever bitches!’. His eyes crinkled fondly as he read it.

“I just need to get over it.”

His expression hardened and he looked up at Dorcas again.

“Get over what?”

They both turned to find Barty in the doorway. His hair was sticking up in all directions. Fuzzy spikes of green and black. He stretched his arms all the way up as he yawned, flexing his wrist so his ‘SKITTLES’ tattoo was on full display. He had one of Evan’s jumpers on over his pyjama top. Evan really wanted to reach out and hold. Why’d he have to go and look so soft? Wasn’t fucking fair.

“Nothing Jr.”

Barty nodded in response as he padded over and sat himself in the chair next to Evan.

“Why’re you even awake?”

Dorcas asked.

Barty dropped his head down onto the island counter dramatically.

“Forgot to turn off my alarm.”

Dorcas laughed out loud, fully threw her head back and everything.

“Two birds of a fucking stupid feather you two are.”

She got up and put her mug in the sink before heading out of the kitchen. Barty turned his head up to look at Evan as soon as she was gone.

“You don’t have to tell me anything Evan, but if you want to you can. You know that right?”

Barty lifted his head and propped it up on his hand as Evan nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah I know Barty.”

“Good.”

Barty shuffled his chair closer before dropping his head onto Evan’s shoulder and falling quiet. It was instinctual, the way Evan brought his arms up around him. After a few moments he looked down though, Barty was suspiciously silent.

“Bee?”

He whispered.

“M’awake. You’re just comfy Ev. You’re really good at hugs.”

Might be ‘cause I was built to hold you.

Damn that’s a fucking stupid thing to say. Fuck I’ve turned into Reg whenever he’s around James.

Yeah Evan needed to get over this like fucking yesterday.

•••

Barty breathed in deeply, face buried in the crux of Evan’s neck. He couldn’t help it really. Evan smelled like home. Probably a creepy thing to say, oh well wasn’t like he said it out loud. Evan was home though, plain and simple.

He didn’t want to move, probably ever. Still eventually as the rest of the group came pattering into the kitchen and things got livelier he had to shift away.

•••

They got on the train at noon, ready to head to London. Evan took the window seat watching as the city turned to rolling hills turned to city again. Barty kept sneaking glances over at him, wasn’t really sure what he was looking for honestly but-

“What?”

Evan asked finally, tone irritated.

“Nothing, just bored.”

“Oh um-“

Evan glanced around, he and Barty were in a two seater while the rest of the band sat around the table in front of them, chatting animatedly.

“S’fine Ev, not anything you can do about it, I’m gonna be bored till we get off this bloody train. Fucking buzzing.”

“Excited for tomorrow then yeah?”

Barty turned to him with shining eyes.

“D’you remember when we were eighteen? First time at the O2 for a concert? Fuck d’you remember seeing it like that, covered in all the lights ‘n shit. Eventim Apollo doesn’t even compare.”

Evan chuckled. They’d gone to the O2 for the first time June 2019 to see a concert when Evan was still in his backstreet boys phase, something no one was allowed to talk about now under any circumstances.

“D’you remember what you said to me?”

•••

“Look at that stage Ev. Imagine playing there. For all these people.”

Evan turned to Barty and ruffled his hair.

“One day Bee, we’ll be playing here. I promise you yeah? We’ll be playing here and it’ll all the fucking sold out.”

“You think?”

•••

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

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AHHH I HOPE U LIKED ITTTT (idk when part 3 will be coming but hopefully soon <333333)

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freesia-writes · 9 months ago

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Chapter 2: School

Enjoy a riveting tale of romance, suspense, adventure, and self-discovery as Hunter finds his path after the events of TBB. Rated PG-13 for some mild suspense, suggestive talk, alcohol and drug use, and adult themes. Banner and dividers by @pinkiemme ~ Master List ~ Previous Chapter

Chapter 2: School (Word Count: 2.7k)

Hunter winced, one hand on his shoulder as he moved his arm in a circle, trying to work out the sore spot from the morning’s wrestle with an angry bruallki that had apparently only feigned death from his shot. He’d had time to hunt, spend a few hours in his shop, and get cleaned up before heading up the hill to Omega’s school. It was a plain rectangular building on top of a grassy plain that housed students from the youngest grade levels up to young adults within its brick walls, but the island wasn’t too populated so the classes usually consisted of about 10 to 15 students each. He opened the door to the office, shifting his bag on his other shoulder as the attendance clerk looked up at him brightly.

After checking in, Hunter was free to walk the halls in search of Omega, who was late in meeting him at their usual spot in front of the school. It wasn’t unheard of — she was usually either caught up in conversation with one of the staff members she’d taken a liking to or lost in thought from diving into one of her assignments as soon as she could. True to form, Hunter soon found her in the back of the administrative wing, in a little corner office that was full of dark wooden furniture. There were a few small, warm lamps, and there was Omega, relaxing in a cozy chair in front of a plain desk with a chiseled nameplate sitting on its corner: Lyra Vetana, Records Clerk.

The woman behind the desk looked to be a bit older than him, or what Hunter assumed it looked like for nat-borns, with long brown hair that was mostly straight, a somewhat angular jaw, and smile lines around her mouth and eyes. She was currently nodding slowly at whatever Omega was sharing, and as Hunter approached, he caught her attention, her gaze soon followed by Omega’s, who piped up immediately.

“Oh hey Hunter! Sorry I’m late. Lyra was just sharing about what past students have done during their apprenticeship year. She’s got a bunch of great ideas!”

“Yeah?” Hunter answered, shifting his focus to Lyra, who shook her head with a small smile.

“Just what the kids have come up with,” she corrected, straightening a random pile of papers off to the side. “But I apologize for holding you up.” Her voice was smooth, with just a little bit of husky texture that made it imperfectly pleasant, and it matched her humble and unassuming demeanor. Hunter could see why Omega appreciated her company; she had a steady, soothing presence, although it seemed somewhat flat.

“It’s alright, just got some work to do before dinner,” Omega reassured her, rising to her feet and pulling her backpack out of the chair beside her. “Which I bet is steak again, right?” She aimed the question at Hunter, who exhaled through his nose as he tilted his head at her.

“Look, you should be happy that I can cook anything at all, you know…”

“I’m just kidding,” Omega said, patting his shoulder as though she were the parent. “You’re doing great, and you’ve come so far!” Hunter resisted the urge to roll his eyes, although her words carried some weight, and he caught what looked like a condescending smile on Lyra’s face.

“I make salad too…” he grumbled, and Lyra turned a laugh into a cough so quickly it made him second guess what he’d heard, squinting at her as she turned to move that same stack of papers all of a sudden.

“Shoot! I need my interview journal; I left it in my locker. Be right back, and then we can go!” Omega announced, trotting out the door to leave Hunter standing awkwardly in front of where Lyra was seated at her desk. But then he realized a potential solution to an argument he’d had that morning with Omega.

“Hey, quick question…” he began, looking over his shoulder before dropping into one of the chairs in front of Lyra’s desk. “I… ah… Omega’s very special, and… I know it’s real safe here and all, but… We’re still new, and I just want to make sure… she’s alright… you know. And I know she comes to talk to you often, and you have been here at the school for a while…” He rummaged in his small sling bag for a moment, finding it hard to meet Lyra’s curious gaze.

He found what he was looking for and held it up for her to see. It looked like it could have been a large button from a piece of clothing, but upon closer inspection one could see that it was a different kind of button — a small metal cylinder that could be flipped open with a raised round part to press inside. “Would you do me a favor and hang onto this? It’s… it’s an emergency beacon, and if anything ever happens, you press it and we can be here immediately. Omega refused to keep it on her, but… I just…”

Lyra regarded it, and him, with an unreadable expression, brow furrowing for a moment before relaxing. She held out her hand, inviting Hunter to give it to her, but he paused.

“Look, I know it seems paranoid, or overly protective, but there’s a lot that I just can’t explain, and I know you’ll probably never have to use it, but it would just make me feel better if—“

“I get it,” Lyra interrupted reassuringly, giving him a small, serious nod as she beckoned for him to place it in her palm. He felt a disproportionate cascade of relief; maybe he’d built this up more than necessary in his head, but he appreciated knowing there were extra safety measures in place. “I don’t see her all the time, but if there’s ever an emergency, I’ll let you and her mom know.”

“No mom,” Hunter shook his head, “Just me.”

“Oh, sorry— you said ‘we’ could be here right away, so I just thought—“

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “Me and our brothers.”

“Got it,” Lyra said quietly, closing her fingers around both the button and a million unasked questions.

“Thanks,” Hunter said, nodding in finality before rising to his feet. He leaned out the doorway, peering down the hall and still finding no sign of Omega, then returned to his post just inside the door, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. He was still getting used to the social situations outside of war, and truth be told, he sometimes missed the rushed simplicity of mission after life-threatening mission. Casting a glance back to Lyra, he was somewhat relieved to find that she’d pulled some other files out of a folder and was tapping away at her keyboard. He couldn’t get a read on her… was she dismissive? Standoffish? Content? Or just didn’t feel the need to force conversation?

“So ah, what is it you do here again?” he asked, the words flowing without his permission. He cringed inwardly, hating the complexity of civilian life at times, but Lyra paused her typing and met his gaze with a patient warmth that lessened his anxious overthinking.

“I’m a records clerk, which means I have the great esteem and honor of filing away every transcript, work study application, apprenticeship offer, accommodations meeting notes, and so on. Basically, if it happens here, I record it here. And if people need any data from the archives, I’m the one to find it for them,” she answered, poking fun at the seeming unimportance of her job without the full cynicism of one who legitimately resented their duties.

“Sounds peaceful,” was all that Hunter could think to say, and his estimation was met with a slow nod.

“It is,” Lyra agreed, the faintest smile touching her thoughtful expression. “And you? What keeps you busy on the island?”

“I’m a hunter, ironically enough,” he answered, smirking dryly. “And a butcher. I have a meat shop down in The Cobbles,” he continued, referring to the part of town just above the beaches that was the notorious center for businesses, restaurants, galleries, and city government offices.

“Ahh,” came the enlightened realization. “Yes. I’ve heard of it from other staff members here.” Hunter wondered what else she’d heard, but judging by any response he could sense, there was nothing more to it. “Not a lot of imports on the island, so everything you sell is from here?”

“Freshly blasted daily,” Hunter said with a mock chipperness that made them both snort. There was something about her that he couldn’t quite figure out, whether she was genuinely enjoying the conversation or just tolerating it, whether she had more to say or was simply killing the time they were forced to interact. But he supposed it didn’t matter much, and as they fell silent again, Hunter could hear familiar footsteps approaching.

“Well, I appreciate you being here for Omega… and all the other kids,” he said quietly, and he caught a wistfulness on her face before it disappeared instantly. Lyra smiled and nodded demurely, brightening up when she saw Omega in the doorway.

“Ready?” the girl asked Hunter, beaming back and forth between him and Lyra.

“Ready,” he echoed, giving Lyra a polite dip of the head before taking his leave.

The house that Hunter and Omega shared was not far from Tech and Phee’s, sitting on the side of the hills that stretched up from the beaches in rugged terrain peppered with large boulders and cliffs. The island had an interesting layout – large, flat beaches wrapping around the entire coast, then The Cobbles, an aptly-named cobblestoned street with storefronts spaced out neatly on both sides, punctuated by a few older residences, a small garden, and some town governance buildings. The entire island was fairly cut off from most everything else in the galaxy, with very few trade connections, resulting in a harmonious self-sufficiency where each person specialized and contributed to the overall good through commerce or direct trade. The business area was the one main street that stretched in a gentle upward slope from the beach to the cliffs, where it stopped abruptly.

The island topography continued to rise from there, slowly but steadily, with houses peppered across the hills above The Cobbles. There were trees and meadows scattered across the land, and the majority of the population lived on the western side of the island in small homes or flat, layered apartment buildings that were spread out above the business district. The apartment complexes huddled together around the Town Square, a large, open area full of string lights, street vendors, food carts, and an endless array of farmer’s markets, cultural events, musical performances, and so on. Single-family homes were spaced out more along the walking paths that snaked up and down the island, nestled among trees and hills.

A few were tucked further into The Forest, which covered the eastern side of the island in a rugged, dense landscape full of trees and rivers. It was virtually unpopulated save for the houses on its western edge. Near the top of the island, above the layers of homes, lay a large, grassy meadow that stretched out in soothingly gentle slopes. A few ranches had settled around it, utilizing the perfect supply of everything they needed to raise agriculture, and off to one corner of the space sat the school. The highest point of the island was a small mountain upon which they’d built an observatory, although it was chronically out of order. Life on Xylo was a cozy, quiet way, punctuated with whatever creativity the locals could concoct. There were a few other populated islands on the planet as well, each having its own specialty and unique feel.

Hunter brushed his hands on his apron, the soothing bumps of embroidery warming his heart as he remembered Omega’s beaming face when she’d gifted it to him. It was the initial product of her first job shadow, and she’d chosen a plain gray fabric on which to hand-sew her best attempt at two large 9s in Aurebesh as well as a rudimentary copy of Hunter’s half-skull tattoo.

The meat sizzled in the pan as he turned it, spattering hot grease in response to his prodding. He’d added some herbs this time, filling the entire house with the mouthwatering scent of perfectly-balanced flavors. Omega was chopping vegetables on the wood block next to him, chattering happily about the amazing variety of local produce that was supposed to be available at the next farmer’s market.

It had been a hard decision when they settled on the island of whether to live together as they always had or to try to branch out into their own spaces. Phee had commandeered Tech into a home of their own, Echo was interested in the communal setup of one of the small neighborhoods, and Crosshair had found a peaceful home with Batcher in the same area, leaving Wrecker and Hunter staring awkwardly at each other. It had worked out quite well, however, as Hunter had found a cozy house in a small clearing surrounded by trees that also included a comically small additional unit across the tiny meadow that was a perfect fit for Wrecker in every way except his size. But the brawny clone had a knack for construction and had single-handedly remodeled the entire thing to be more suitable. The main dwelling on the property was a typical “cabin in the woods”, and with a few modifications had become a soothing place of respite for both Hunter and Omega, whose small bedrooms branched off the main room that boasted a large fireplace and plenty of wood-hewn furniture.

“This is my new favorite,” Omega said, as they dug into their dinner.

“The bacon-wrapped sirloin was the best so far,” Wrecker mumbled through a mouthful. He had a knack for showing up right at dinnertime, and his presence always filled the room with even more warmth and joviality. That, paired with the fact that he almost always trundled in with his latest catch over his shoulder, had solidified his place at the table above and beyond the fact that he was family.

“This sauce on that steak would be fun to try,” Hunter mused.

“Oh! I’ve got a trip coming up!” Omega announced, pushing her food to the side of her mouth and waving her fork excitedly.

“Yeah?” Hunter asked, tilting his head curiously. “For what?”

“Madame Dreyfus is going to take me on a purchasing run where she selects all of her base fabrics and shows me what to look for. Then she’ll show me which types are most conducive to different colors and types of dyes.”

“Sounds fun!” Wrecker exclaimed, attempting to counterbalance the trepidation he could hear in Hunter’s voice.

“Mhm,” Hunter conceded, “Where does she go for that?”

“One of the other islands; I forget the name,” Omega answered.

“Plata?” Wrecker asked, grinning at Hunter’s sharp look in his direction. He was referring to the second largest island on the planet, notorious for its vibrant nightlife and “you only live once” sort of atmosphere.

“No,” Omega laughed, “One of the agricultural ones.”

“Oh. Sounds good,” Hunter said slowly. “Just you and her?”

“Us, two seamstresses, and their students!”

“I don’t know,” Wrecker said in hesitant, drawn-out syllables that made both Hunter and Omega look at him quizzically, but the thinly-veiled mischief in his eyes gave him away immediately. “I’m not sure Hunter can manage without you. How long will you be gone?” His attempt at consternation was met with a delighted giggle from the girl, who tilted her head at Hunter with a playful, motherly expression.

“You’ll have to keep an eye on him for me, Wreck,” she replied in her chipper voice. “The trip is three days long! And this whole year includes trips with our mentors, so he’s gonna have to get used to it!”

“Aaawwww, Hunter,” Wrecker fawned, “What are you gonna do?”

“I guess I’ll find a way to survive,” Hunter stated dramatically, the gleam in his eye belying his own intent. Omega’s chuckle was drowned in the boom of Wrecker’s laugh, and the three of them finished their dinners in good spirits.

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zoesblogsposts · 1 year ago

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

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lulu2992 · 1 year ago

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From the Inquisitor to the Baptist: The Evolution of John Seed

When Far Cry 5 came out, on March 27, 2018, players got to finally meet John Seed “in person” and see his final design. That said, it’s still possible to stumble upon early versions of him in the game and its files.

All the sources and references indicated by the superscript numbers will be given in the last post.

Part 2: Physical appearance, clothes, and tattoos (Far Cry 5)

Here is John Seed, the Baptist, as he appears in Far Cry 5 most of the time:

His coat is now decorated with planes, but it still has scales on the buttons. He has a two-tone blue shirt, a vest (it seems, heavily inspired by a piece from the D&G Spring/Summer 2010 menswear collection²⁷), dark grey jeans with a brown belt and an “EG” belt buckle, dark grey, laced, probably leather boots, a watch, an Eden’s Gate earring, blue sunglasses (on his head), his bunker key around his neck, a SLOTH scar on his chest, and a lot of tattoos²⁸:

Among them, in addition to the ones previously mentioned in Part 1 (the letters and symbols on his fingers, the goat, the snake, the flames, the scales, and the angelic figure with the dove in the wreath), we find:

On his right arm,

a nautical star (can represent guidance) and diamonds/jewels (can represent beauty and power)

the number seven in tally marks (also tattooed on his left little finger), probably for the seven deadly sins

a fly (can represent determination)

a sword/dagger (can represent protection or sacrifice)

an anchor (can represent God and groundedness) with another snake and pair of scales

a crescent moon (can represent purity or transition, a new beginning)

a peacock feather (the peacock is used to symbolize Pride)

the word SLOTH crossed out

a flaming horseshoe, possibly to symbolize the Horsemen (and fire) of the Apocalypse.

On his left arm,

a revolver, maybe the last vestige of the gun he was holding in the first promotional pictures and in Absolution

an eagle, which looks like it’s about to catch the snake, maybe to symbolize Eden’s Gate (the cult used to be represented by an eagle, as seen in the early piece of concept art of the Seed family¹), “killing” sins (here, Envy)

an ax (can represent strength and fearlessness)

the plane pattern that is now also on his coat

a religious cross

a chair and the words “SIT DOWN & WE TALK”, most likely a reference to the fact he’s the Project’s Confessor

a holy figure with a sickle attached to their hand and what looks like sprigs of wheat, the latter probably symbolizing the Reaping and the fact John is in charge of it

another cross with “EG” in the middle, as well as the Greek letters alpha (A) and omega (ω), “the beginning and the end” in the Book of Revelation in the Bible

a bird, maybe a swallow (can represent freedom and resilience).

Most of his tattoos seem to be religious symbols, but depending on who you ask, tattoos can have very different, sometimes deeply personal meanings, so it’s difficult to know exactly what they’re supposed to represent. Some of the significations I’ve just mentioned in the list are very generic and can be found on many websites.

The crossed-out word SLOTH is particularly interesting to me because John has a similar scar on his chest, and “Acedia” (Sloth) is missing from the list tattooed on his left hand. It seems he really hates this sin²⁹…

But funnily enough, in the game, John doesn’t always look like this.

In the bedroom of the Holmes Residence, on Joseph’s Island, there are pictures of the Seed family on the wall, and John appears in two of them³⁰:

In the first one, he’s wearing his sunglasses, and his coat appears to have EG logos on it instead of planes. In the other picture, his coat might also be the “old” one, but it’s hard to tell.

In the family portrait, also visible in the Holmes Residence³¹, it’s his early character model (no glasses, no tattoos, “EG” pattern on the coat), the one we see in the Prima Games guide, who is in the picture. His siblings look slightly different as well.

In Dutch’s bunker, there also are pictures (and short descriptions) of the Father and his Heralds. Once again, it’s John’s early model who seems to be in the photo³².

In the “Power of Yes” poster, he’s wearing his sunglasses³²:

On the “We love you and we will take you” billboards³², John’s picture is a mixture of several designs. His coat is the final one, with planes, but his face appears to belong to his early model because his sunglasses are nowhere to be found and I think his beard looks slightly longer. He has the SLOTH scar and bunker key, but the letters on his fingers are S, G, and G for Sloth and Gluttony/Greed. The tattoo on his hand is hard to see, but it doesn’t seem to be the nautical star and diamonds.

In the menu, more specifically in the Journal, where missions are listed, we can once again see John’s early model (no glasses, no tattoos), like in this image that illustrates the mission “The Confession”³³:

I’ve previously mentioned an early version of the “You have been Marked” broadcast (in IGN’s video²¹), but an even earlier version of it can be seen in Far Cry Arcade. If you add the “Counter Cafeteria” (Far Cry 5 > Objects > Residential > Kitchen) to your map in the Arcade Editor, you can see this³⁴:

The Eden’s Gate cross that appears at the beginning is also a very early design, the one featured in what could be the first artwork of the Seed family¹.

A picture of John’s old 3D model was also in the deleted in-game encyclopedia (still partially available in the files)³⁵. His sunglasses, key, scar, and tattoos are missing, and he has the EG coat.

In the loading screens for the Holland Valley region, although John looks a little more realistic than his in-game model, his design appears to be the same³⁶:

As for his in-game portrait and character icon, they feature his final design as well:

But there also exists a very early version of this portrait in the files. John appears to be the character on the left, once again wearing sunglasses³⁷:

But surprisingly, the release of Far Cry 5 didn’t mark the end of the changes regarding John’s appearance. After the game came out, his model was slightly altered one last time.

If you ever took a close look at his shoes in the first few months that followed the release of Far Cry 5, you may have noticed that there was blood on them. This blood stain is also visible in the “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” official artwork²³:

But when I looked at his shoes again in the Arcade Editor five months later, the blood was mysteriously gone…

I have no idea why it was removed, but I like that it was because John’s evolution, from the game’s earliest stages of development to its final version, was not just physical; his personality, methods, and morals were also modified. The blood disappearing from his shoes is a subtle and maybe meaningless change, but I think it perfectly illustrates how his violence was gradually toned down during the development of Far Cry 5.

To be continued…

#far cry 5 #john seed #joseph seed #jacob seed #faith seed

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aaronstveit · 1 year ago

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read in 2024!

it's that time again! i loved doing reading threads in 2022 and 2023 so i will definitely be carrying on the tradition this year. as always, you can find me on goodreads and storygraph, and you're always welcome to message me about books!

Check, Please! Book 1: #Hockey by Ngozi Ukazu* (★★★★★)

Check, Please! Book 2: Sticks and Stones by Ngozi Ukazu* (★★★★★)

Check, Please! Chirpbook by Ngozi Ukazu* (★★★★★)

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (★★★★★)

The Bad Ones by Melissa Albert** (★★★★☆)

Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng (★★★★★)

None of This Is True by Lisa Jewell (★★★☆☆)

Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert (★★★☆☆)

The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels by Janice Hallett (★★★★☆)

Dream Work by Mary Oliver (★★★★☆)

Everyone on This Train Is a Suspect by Benjamin Stevenson (★★★★☆)

Cain’s Jawbone by E. Powys Mathers

The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang (★★★★★)

You’ve Been Summoned by Lindsey Lamar** (★★☆☆☆)

The Seven Ages by Louise Glück (★★★★☆)

The Last Girl Left by A.M. Strong & Sonya Sargent** (★★★☆☆)

The Dragon Republic by R.F. Kuang (★★★★★)

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

Normal People by Sally Rooney (★★★★★)

How to Solve Your Own Murder by Kristen Perrin** (★★★☆☆)

She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen (★★☆☆☆)

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins (★★★☆☆)

The Drowning Faith by R.F. Kuang (★★★★★)

Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner (★★★★★)

The Burning God by R.F. Kuang (★★★★★)

King Lear by William Shakespeare (★★★★☆)

All These Sunken Souls by assorted authors, edited by Circe Moskowitz (★★★★☆)

The Big Four by Agatha Christie (★★★☆☆)

The Avant-Guards, Vol. 1 by Carly Usdin, Noah Hayes (★★★★☆)

That Was Then, This Is Now by S.E. Hinton (★★☆☆☆)

The Avant-Guards, Vol. 2 by Carly Usdin, Noah Hayes (★★★★☆)

Jurassic Park by Michael (★★★☆☆)

The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis (★★★☆☆)

Les Misérables by Victor Hugo (★★★★★)

Violeta by Isabel Allende (★★★☆☆)

Wrong Place Wrong Time by Gillian McAllister (★★★★☆)

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis (★★★★☆)

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel (★★★★☆)

The Color Purple by Alice Walker (★★★★★)

The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes (★★★★★)

Third Girl by Agatha Christie (★★★☆☆)

The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis (★★★☆☆)

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (★★★★★)

In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado (★★★★★)

Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis (★★★☆☆)

I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman, translated by Ros Schwartz (★★★★★)

Persuasion by Jane Austen (★★★★★)

V for Vendetta by Alan Moore & David Lloyd (★★★★☆)

What Lies in the Woods by Kate Alice Marshall (★★★☆☆)

We Could Have Been Friends, My Father and I: A Palestinian Memoir by Raja Shehadeh

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie* (★★★★★)

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn (★★★★☆)

The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin* (★★★★★)

Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi (★★★★☆)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (★★★★☆)

An Education in Malice by S.T. Gibson (★★★☆☆)

The Nothing Man by Catherine Ryan Howard (★★★★☆)

You Shouldn’t Have Come Here by Jeneva Rose (★☆☆☆☆)

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (★★★★☆)

First Lie Wins by Ashley Elston (★★★★☆)

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis (★★★★☆)

The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien* (★★★★★)

The Iliad by Homer, translated by Emily Wilson

Everyone This Christmas Has a Secret by Benjamin Stevenson (★★★★☆)

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn by Betty Smith (★★★★★)

4:50 From Paddington by Agatha Christie (★★★★☆)

Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan (★★★★☆)

From Turtle Island to Gaza by David Groulx (★★★★★)

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern (★★★★★)

Cryptid Club by Sarah Andersen

The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis (★★★☆☆)

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (★★★★☆)

Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat by Bill Watterson (★★★★★)

The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis (★☆☆☆☆)

An asterisk (*) indicates a reread. A double asterisk (**) indicates an ARC.

#talking to strangers #reading thread

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biscuitblinkeu · 2 years ago

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1 + 1 = 2 [13]

Chaennie x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3072

Warning: Making Out?

1 (angel) + 1 (demon) = 2

…………………………………………………………………….

“What? What about my eyes?” Confused, the angel asks. Is Jennie implying something is wrong with her eyes too?

The eyes staring back at her, eyes that were now a radiant blue, were Jennie’s own feline-like ones. “Jennie, your eyes are glowing blue.”

“Are they?” Jennie fumbles around the kitchen for a reflective surface, and when she finds one, she uses it like a mirror. “Holy shit.” She says, because Chaeyoung was right.

“They look exactly like yours are looking right now, Rosie.” She says nonchalantly, and Chaeyoung practically snatches the metal bowl out of her hands, looking at her own reflection.

The situation is getting stranger and stranger.

“I'm sure it’ll go away,” the angel dismisses, “but let’s talk?”

“Oh. Well, okay.” Jennie sits herself down at the island chairs, Chaeyoung taking the seat across from her. Jennie doesn’t know if they should be ignoring the fact that their eyes are blue, but she’ll ignore the warm hum buzzing through her body, and the thoughts of you.

Chaeyoung looks at her expectantly, and Jennie bites her lip looking around the room before meeting blue eyes. “Sharing is caring.” The reaper blurts. “Right?”

“It is, in some cases. Where are you going with this, Jen?”

“You said, and I quote, ‘What’s mine is yours’ to me before, does that saying of yours still apply?”

Chaeyoung remembers the time she said that, and it will always apply. She nods. “Yes, always.” She can’t help but become nervous about where this is going.

Jennie wonders if she should just say it. Just tell her best friend she likes you— likes her human. How would Chaeyoung react though? She’s possessive over you, always claiming you verbally (*cough* maybe physically). But Jennie wants to say that too. She wants you too.

Jennie squeezes her eyes shut. Then, there it is again— that want— all aimed towards you. She can feel her heart beating in her ears. It’s a strong urge to kiss you again. She wants your lips on hers, on her skin. She wants you to make her feel— “Jennie?” Chaeyoung is looking at her with concern. What was wrong with her today?

“I like (Y/n).” Jennie winces as the words leave her lips, and she looks to her hands in fear of seeing Chaeyoung’s reaction. For a while, there’s nothing. Just silence. No response from Chaeyoung except a slight crease between her eyebrows.

“Okay,” Chaeyoung finally speaks, and it comes out soft, like an exhale. “I suppose that makes sense.” She crosses her arms, studying Jennie. “What do you want to do then?”

Always the straightforward one. She’s not mad though, so Jennie allows herself to relax a bit. “I don’t know…would you share her? Can I be affectionate to her too?”

…

You wake up at the feeling of a light fluttering across your neck and a heavy weight on your chest. You open your eyes to dark brown hair buried in the crook of your neck. “Jen?” You murmur sleepily. “What are you doing? Is the food done?” Jennie shifts just enough to look up at you with blue eyes through her white tipped lashes, and you realize she’s laying on top of you. “Yes it is. Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

“It's okay, it was time I got up anyway,” you say, smiling in reassurance. “Jen, your eyes are blue.” You pointed out as you pulled yourself up, whereas Jennie straddles your lap now.

“It’ll go away,” she informed.

“Oh okay. Let’s go eat?” You say, smiling at the feline-eyed reaper.

“Can we wait a little bit? I've been waiting for you to wake up so I could kiss you again.” The corners of her lips quirk into an impish smile and you gawk.

“K-Kiss me again?”

“Yes,” she confirms. She plays with the fabric of your shirt, twisting and pinching it between her fingers as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, staring at your lips. “…I talked to Chaeyoung, she doesn’t mind all that much. I just have to follow the rules.” (Like you do with Chaeyoung for your contract with the angel, Jennie must follow Chaeyoung’s rules.) “In the end it depends on what you want though; If you want me,” she says, hands sliding up the back of your neck and curling around it.

Your heart is racing, pounding in your ears at the look she’s giving you. You're rendered speechless, you can only nod in approval, giving Jennie permission to kiss you.

Jennie presses her lips against yours, her thumbs grazing your jaw. You melt into the kiss and you pull her close. Her fingers curl in the soft hair at the nape of your neck while yours slide up her thighs. When you part for air you can’t help the smile that grows on your face and you bite your lip to stop it from turning into that cheesy grin of yours. Jennie has a smile of her own as well. “Kiss me again?” She whispers. And you do.

This time the kiss was hot; feverish; desperate in manner because Jennie could not get enough. She was sucking, biting, teasing with her tongue flickering at the seam of your mouth. You allowed Jennie to push her tongue in your mouth, completely surrendering to the sensations you felt. You threaded your fingers between her soft hair and gently closed your hands into a fist, tugging slightly, and the sensation prompted Jennie to whimper into your lips. It was a sound you were desperate to hear again, and when you finally did you groaned.

You both part for air, smiling at each other like idiots. Jennie nuzzles her face in the crook of your neck for a few moments, placing light kisses there. She pulls away when she realizes you must be hungry since she made you wait, only to see the marks on your neck because unbeknownst to you, the concealer has faded away.

“Do they hurt?” She asked with furrowed brows.

“What?” You said breathlessly. Jennie doesn’t answer, instead you feel a warm fingertip tracing your lower throat area and clavicles: where your angel had fun marking you.

Ah.

You’re aware of the vague stinging sensation in those areas. “It’s bearable.” She hums in response. And leaning forward, Jennie places kisses down the column of your throat and the base of your neck, naughty hands trail along your waist tracing miscannelous shapes.

“You’ll be mine too, won’t you?” She purrs against your skin, her voice a low hum.

“Of course.”

…

Unsurprisingly you fell asleep after eating, much to Chaeyoung and Jennie’s amusement. You were carried up to your room by Chaeyoung, who went back downstairs to Jennie.

The reaper was grinning like a fool, and as Chaeyoung would say, she was too happy. The angel wasn’t exactly thrilled at having to share you, but if that is what you want then so be it.

Jennie left that night, and Chaeyoung put the leftovers in the fridge before sneaking in your bed, positioning you to lay on her chest.

When you wake up you can already hear all the angels' voices from downstairs. You cover your head with the pillow.

You may have fallen asleep yesterday, earlier today, and again now, but that doesn’t mean you can’t sleep more… But you have to wake up and go to the banquet. Which you’re regretting.

You don’t respond to arms picking you up as you were carried or moved somewhere— too tired to respond.

“Pour water on her.” A voice suggests, and you jolt up with wide eyes. You move away as much as you can in the arms of whoever has you, away from where the voice came.

Then you hear a laugh, being Jisoo’s, whose eyes are wet with how hard she’s laughing. You narrow your eyes at her and scowl. You don’t find that funny at all.

“She doesn’t even have water, it’s fine.” Chaeyoung says from behind you, and you realize you're in her arms.

You look at her; her hair is messed up and slightly fuzzy with a behead, she looks just as dazed as you.

“Forget about that, both of you get dressed. We only have an hour to get ready,” Seulgi said.

“Right…” Chaeyoung mumbled before letting go of you. She pulls your hand in front of you, holding them out flat. “Here.” Then she snaps her fingers, and an outfit falls into your hands. Not even a minute later you’re being rushed into the bathroom.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Chaeyoung hears Lisa’s teasing voice as she shuts the floor for you. She rolls her eyes and walks past her to the other room on the side of the hall.

Now left to your own devices, you realize you didn’t get to greet the other angels. But, ignoring that, you unfold the clothes and hold them out in front of you.

They’re beautiful— and they’re the best designs of clothing you’ve ever seen. The clothes feel incredibly soft and expensive. You can’t imagine how much this would cost if it was sold in the human world.

About ten minutes later you walk out the room. Immediately, there’s an exaggerated gasp, you expected it was from Chaeyoung or Lisa but you’re met with Naeyeon. The bunny-toothed angel is covering her mouth, eyes wide with awe.

“Chaeyoung look! Look!” The angel runs to the other door down the hall, banging on it hard.

You’re thinking about stopping her because it sounds like the door will break with any more force until Chaeyoung opens it. Your angel shoves her aside playfully, trying to move her so she can get a better look at you. Once she does she’s shocked.

“Wow…” Chaeyoung muttered, utterly speechless at how you looked. You wore a white dress, the fabric was ruched and it had a high leg slit. You also had white heels with straps that ran halfway up your lower leg. After you put it on, you had definitely stared at yourself in the mirror— you looked like an angel. The dress looked like a goddess would wear it. It looked amazing on you.

She’ll have to thank Jennie later for helping her pick this one. The thought of pulling you back into the room and having her way with you filled her mind. But she didn’t entertain the thought.

After a while, Chaeyoung noticed you were pacing out. “What is it?” She asks as she walks over and places a hand on your hair, combing through it lightly to not mess it up. She doesn’t like when you space out.

After a couple more calls, you answered. “Nothing, I was just thinking.” You said, the back of your neck hot. Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow.

She cocked an eyebrow, “Thinking about what?” Possessiveness was evident in her tone, and you take a few seconds before answering just to tease her.

“You,” you answered, forcing it to come out naturally. “You look great.” And that wasn’t a made up comment this time, it was sincere, because in all seriousness Chaeyoung looked great, beautiful, ethereal.

The angel had a stunning white off the shoulder gown, which had a trail behind it. Around her neck she wore a white diamond necklace, accented with gold and the Park Family crest. (Her dress: Tiffany and Co Botanical exhibition in Tokyo.) It was an outfit you thought was better than everyone else’s— or maybe that’s favoritism. Everyone looked great.

“Good.” Is what she responded with, her eyes practically glued to your outfit. She took one last up and down look to admire everything before grabbing your hand and leading you downstairs where everyone waited.

When you and Chaeyoung went downstairs, Lisa, Jisoo, Seulgi, and everyone else was down there, including a new face.

Right when Yeji caught a glimpse of you, the brown-haired angel ran over to you, smiling brightly. You could see the Light Fury features Chaeyoujf was talking about come to surface as the girl smiled at you, her cat-like eyes disappearing into crescents.

“Hello! My name is Hwang Yeji. You can call me Yeji, it’s nice to meet you.” The angel was practically bouncing with excitement when she introduced herself, Nayeon putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her.

“Hello, I’m (Y/n) (Y/ln) but you already know that. It’s nice to meet you too.” You said. And now that you were introduced, Jennie came up to you, crushing you in a hug.

“I know we saw each other yesterday but it was too long.” She sighed dramatically and you hugged her back the best you could with the crushing hug. A few seconds later Jennie was peeled off by Chaeyoung, who was worried if you could breathe.

Before Jennie could whine about it you were interrupted by a loud clap, being Seulgi’s. “Listen up everyone,” she spoke in a commanding, smooth voice, “the banquet starts at 8:30pm, and as you know it is 8:12 right now.”

We are all on the job, tasked with watching (Y/n). Does everyone understand?” Seulgi looked at Jisoo and the raven glowered. She knows that look. That look means ‘you play around too much.’

“Yes, we know. I will watch her if she’s in my care, don’t worry.” Jisoo muttered with a roll of her eyes. Everyone else nodded in agreement. They wouldn’t let you out of their sight.

“Alright. Would you all like to go in early? We have eighteen minutes till it starts.” Seulgi suggested and everyone shook their heads in disagreement rather quickly.

Going to the banquet early was known as a death wish. Most of the angels go early and it’s annoying to say hello and give greetings to all of them. It’s exactly like being at a family dinner or gathering, having to say hello to everyone that arrives in fear of being called disrespectful. But if they came at just the right time or a bit later they could avoid greetings altogether.

“Okay?… Let’s just sit tight for now then.” She should’ve expected that answer. After Seulgi was done, everyone went back to doing their own thing.

Lisa was playing the game along with Jennie and Yeji, and Nayeon had been pulled in Jisoo’s embrace and they watched the other two play. Seulgi was reading a book to pass time. Chaeyoung was around you, as always, watching you pull your phone out.

“Is that Milo?” Chaeyoung asked as she saw you pull up his messages. “Yeah,” you answered. “I wanna check how he’s doing.” You were still worried about him.

{

SmartAss: How are you doing?

Sent.

Miloooo: I'm doing alright, my head just hurts. Everything is aching, and I'm exhausted from yesterday for some reason, but I think it's from soccer practice. Other than that I'm okay! What about you? You've been skipping school a lot in the afternoon.

Miloooo: What happened to being a perfect student? Hahaha

SmartAss: I still am.

Miloooo: Barely! (ㅎ.ㅎ)

SmartAss: I've just been busy these days, and I have been completing my missing work, therefore I am a perfect student. I hope you feel better though :)

Miloooo: Aw. Thank you, love ;)

}

You were about to type another response until Charyoung spoke up, her tone filled with bitterness. “Love?” You heard her mutter, and if you looked behind you were sure you’d see her scowling. “Are you his love?” She asked with a frown, taking your phone from you.

“No it’s just a nickname Milo calls me when I’m being nice. He has a girlfriend.” You said and leaned back in your chair as far as you could, hitting Chaeyoung behind on purpose. You shot your hand up in a swift motion upon seeing the angel typing a response, intending to snatch the phone away.She just raised her arm higher in response. “Why so eager?” She taunted before telling the send button. Maybe she did it out of irritation or jealousy even. Maybe it wasn’t and she just wanted to toy you with you. She handed the phone back to you and you were scared of what she had sent.

{

SmartAss: Shouldn't you call your girlfriend love?

}

You sighed in relief, happy Chaeyoung didn’t send something stupid. Chaeyoung pulls your chair close, setting her head on your shoulder as she waits for Milo to respond. “Happy?” You hear her say and you nod.

{

Miloooo: True, True. She is my only Love.

SmartAss: Exactly.

SmartAss: It was nice talking to you today, I’ll talk to you later or at school next week. I have somewhere to go right now.

Miloooo: Alright, with Jennie I'm suspecting? Or Chaeyoung? Both, maybe? They're always with you so it makes me wonder… ;)))

SmartAss: Mhm, correct, Have a great rest of your day.

Miloooo: Correct about what? Chaeyoung? Jennie?

Miloooo: Give me answers woman!

Read.

}

“Was that the friend who almost died?” Jennie said nosily after you out your phone down. You didn’t notice she was behind you, giving her a chance to see the texts. She got her answer when you nodded. “Interesting,” Jennie voiced. “But we have to leave now.” She said, already dragging you to the middle of the room where everyone was huddled up. Chaeyoung followed.

"Give me your hand," Chaeyoung said, and you gave it to her to hold, Jennie took your other hand. You all were in a circle, hands clasped together. "I know this looks stupid but this is the easiest way to teleport us all at the same time," Seulgi explained sheepishly.

More teleporting?

Before you could comment on it, a space warp rippled through the room, stopping your voice from coming out and making you unable to breathe properly. The suffocating feeling left as fast as it came as you arrived in a hallway, limbs all still intact. Once it was completely over your legs gave out, causing you to fall. You expected to hit the floor but someone's arms caught you, being Jisoo, who had a taunting smile on her face.

"Be more careful human." The angel said with a pejorative tone, and lifted you back onto your feet. "Thank you.." You said to Jisoo before walking over to Jennie and Chaeyoung.

"Alright, who wants to watch (Y/n) first?' Seulgi said, and you feel like a little child in this situation. She was sure nobody besides Chaeyoung and Jennie was gonna raise their hand but everyone did.

Would you like to continue?

#biscuitblinkeu #blackpink x reader #fanfic #blackpink #fem reader #chaennie x reader #chaennie x fem!reader #rosé x reader #rosé x fem!reader #jennie x fem!reader #jennie x reader #park chaeyoung x reader #somethingpeculiar.biscuit

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ampresandian · 11 months ago

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My (unofficial) PJO season 2 episode 5 script part 3/4 (part 1 | part 2)

I think towards the end of this section my lack of screenwriting experience becomes more apparent but I had a vision and tried to paint the picture probably a little too much so sorry if you're an actor/screenwriter and it looks/reads weird.

Images of script and copied text (bc I'm lazy and don't want to write out alt text) under the cut, just in case I didn't tag enough spoiler warning or people aren't interested <3

Annabeth Tries to Swim Home

MATCH CUT TO: INT. DARK VICTORIAN HOUSE – NIGHT.

Continuation of first scene/flashback. YOUNG ANNABETH is still running down the hallway, but seems more determined.

Thunder shakes the windows as she runs down a staircase. She turns a corner into a sitting room. The chairs are upturned, feathers coming out of the pillows all over the floor. A draft comes in from the dark fireplace, whistling with the storm.

Annabeth stops in the middle of the room, facing the three doors that she has to choose from. They look the same.

Hearing heavy footsteps, she opens the leftmost door, closing it quickly behind her. Breathing heavily, she presses her back to the door.

Looking around the room, Annabeth finds herself in an orangery, the glass pelted by rain. Two of the large windows were cracked, spiderwebs expanding from old sites of impact. A few dead fruit trees sit in one corner.

Through the cracks and the rain, Annabeth can see a light coming from a window several rooms down on the first floor of the house. Creeping closer, she presses her hand to the glass as she watches the light.

In another room, Annabeth can see the CYCLOPS, but not much of the room. He lifts his arm, raising THALIA into view from the window. She struggles, and he looks to be laughing. He sets her back down, bending down himself as well (to tie her up, off screen).

Turning from the window, Annabeth looks determined.

YOUNG ANNABETH: (quietly) Hang on, Thalia. I’m coming.

She leaves the orangery from the second door, leading to a less Victorian hallway, one that would have been a servants’ corridor a few centuries ago. The walls look to be made of clay, and the floor is uneven in places. She nearly trips.

Annabeth creeps through an open door, entering a dark room with a long table and walls lined with cupboards. China is smashed on the floor, half the cupboard doors open and hanging by hinges all along the room. Ahead, there’s an open door, light spilling through.

Annabeth approaches, looking through to see a large room that used to be a kitchen, a large broken stove and Victorian era cookware off to one side. In the middle of the room is a raging fire. There are bones all over the floor.

Near the stove sit THALIA, LUKE, and GROVER, tied up. Luke has a large gash at his hairline, but they seem mostly unharmed. Annabeth follows their eyes to see the large Cyclops in the middle of the room, near the fire. He is already looking at her, grinning.

CUT TO: EXT. QUEEN ANNE’S REVENGE – DAY

PERCY is on deck, steering the ship through the sea. ANNABETH appears behind him, coming up from the cabin below.

PERCY: (turning to look at her) Hey. How did you sleep?

ANNABETH: Fine. I-- (pointing) Percy. Look.

In the distance, a lush island can be seen, meadows and forest on one side, cliffs and beach on the other.

ANNABETH (CONT): Are we...?

PERCY: (nodding) 30, 31, 75, 12. That’s it.

They look out at the island, closer now. Annabeth points towards a large tree.

ANNABETH: The Fleece.

PERCY: What’s protecting it? There’s no way it’s as easy as just going up there and taking it.

ANNABETH: There should be... Jason had to fight a dragon in the story. It should have a guardian of some sort.

As they watch, one of the large sheep visible on the island breathes fire, setting the grass in front of it aflame. The fire quickly dies, leaving brown grass that turns back to green and vibrant as they watch.

ANNABETH (CONT): The Fleece must keep the island unburned.

PERCY: So when we take it, it’ll just burn?

ANNABETH: (gasping) Percy, look!

On the beach is a small boat, just like the one they escaped the CSS Birmingham on.

PERCY: That’s the other lifeboat. You don’t think...

ANNABETH: (grim) We’ll never be able to get through those sheep. Sail around to the cliffs.

CUT TO: EXT. POLYPHEMUS’ ISLAND – DAY.

Cliffs and sea sparkle in frame. The Queen Anne’s Revenge sails into view around the cliffs, stopping at the base of them. Percy and Annabeth are on deck looking up at the cliffs, a little apprehensive.

ANNABETH: Come on. It’ll be just like the climbing wall back at camp.

PERCY: That’s what I’m worried about.

Annabeth glares at him. Percy readies himself.

PERCY (CONT): Okay. Let’s go.

Percy moves towards the cliffs, as if to start climbing.

ANNABETH: I’m going first.

PERCY: What? Why?

Annabeth rolls her eyes and begins climbing. Percy makes a sarcastic gesture and follows.

Percy and Annabeth climb the cliffs, steadily making their way up. Percy mostly follows the path Annabeth takes.

ANNABETH: Watch out here.

Percy chooses a slightly different path at her warning.

Suddenly, Percy’s hand slips. He dangles from the cliff by one hand. With the sideways motion, RIPTIDE falls out of his pocket, landing in the sea below. Percy looks down before refocusing on the cliff, finding another handhold.

ANNABETH (CONT): Are you okay?

PERCY: (looking down) Yeah. Let’s go.

ANNABETH: What was that?

PERCY: Nothing. It’ll come back. (turning back to the cliff) Let’s go.

They continue climbing, starting back up a little slower than they were before.

Nearly at the top, Annabeth’s foot slips.

ANNABETH: Oh!

She flounders before finding a foothold on Percy’s head. She rebalances.

PERCY: Ah!

Percy tries to remain still, supporting her in spite of his surprise. Annabeth moves her foot back to the cliff.

ANNABETH: Sorry.

PERCY: It’s okay.

ANNABETH: Sorry.

Annabeth reaches the top of the cliff, pulling herself over. She turns back and helps Percy up too. Percy goes to speak, but Annabeth puts her hand over his mouth to stop him.

They move to the edge of the ledge they are on, peering down into a cavern below. Through the crack, they can see POLYPHEMUS, GROVER in his wedding dress, a large fire in the middle of the floor, and CLARISSE, tied up.

CLARISSE: (struggling) Give me back my sword and I’ll fight you!

POLYPHEMUS: Well, bride? Should we eat her now, or save her for wedding feast tonight?

Grover flounders, nearly tripping over his dress.

CLARISSE: Bride? Do you mean Grover?

ANNABETH: (whisper) Shut up, Clarisse.

POLYPHEMUS: What is a ‘Grover?’

CLARISSE: The satyr? He’s right there.

GROVER: Oh, dear, her poor brain is boiling, you have to--

CLARISSE: In the wedding dress!

Polyphemus turns to Grover and pulls off the wedding veil, revealing his horns. Grover exclaims.

POLYPHEMUS: I don’t see so well. Not since Nobody stabbed me in eye. But you. Are no lady Cyclops!

Grover cries out as Polyphemus swipes at him.

GROVER: Oh, stop! Don’t eat me raw!

POLYPHEMUS: (pausing, holding up a boulder) Eat you raw?

GROVER: Oh, no, I’ll taste awful! I have a recipe! I’ll taste much better grilled, with mango chutney!

POLYPHEMUS: Mango chutney?

GROVER: Yes, yes. You have mangos right out there, in the forest. I’ll just wait here. You go gather them.

Polyphemus considers, before turning to Clarisse.

POLYPHEMUS: Grilled satyr. You are one too?

CLARISSE: No, you overgrown pile of dung! I am the daughter of Ares! Untie me so I can rip your arms off!

POLYPHEMUS: Rip my arms off.

CLARISSE: And stuff them down your throat! Let me down!

POLYPHEMUS: You got spunk. Have to graze sheepies now. Wedding after, with grilled satyr for the feast!

GROVER: You’re... Still getting married?

Polyphemus looks at Clarisse.

PERCY: (quietly, from above) Ew.

Polyphemus gathers his sheep, throwing the door to the cave open as Clarisse understands.

CLARISSE: Oh, no, you cannot be serious. Absolutely--

POLYPHEMUS: I come back at sundown for the big event!

He seals the cave, mumbling about mangos as he walks down the mountain with his sheep.

ANNABETH: (exchanging a glance with Percy) Come on. I have a plan.

(PART 4)

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kenzie-co · 16 days ago

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Aesthetic Writer Challenge

@ts4challengehub

RULES:

-can only use one colour aesthetic or pallette (black is allowed as accent colour)

- They must live in a small aesthetic city apartment (max lot size 30x30) using your chosen colour aesthetic

-They must follow the Aesthetic of their genre of novels

-City life and get famous recommended

-Chingyu's 100 traits bundle recommend

Gen 1 Gentle Romance

- Their colours are soft and warm or neutral colours (ex, shades of pink and white, Shades of light/warm browns/tans and off white, shades of yellows (esp pale yellow) and white, etc)

-They must start off with 50 dollars (not including the money it took to make the apartment) and only have the following things in their apartment

1. Kitchen: A fully made kitchen (however, a stove, a sink, a coffee or tea maker and a fridge are the only appliances. Cupboards/cabinets, counters and a small island with 2 stools are allowed. But nothing can be on the counters besides the coffee or tea maker) and a garbage can

2. Living room: Either a chair or a couch, fireplace, small accent table, a rug, 2 floor plants and 2 wall arts (No tv! No, not even a picture frame one)

3. Bedroom: A small bed, a small dresser, a small bedside table, a rug, 1-2 plants, and 2 peices of wall art

4. Bathroom: Rug, bath and/or shower, a toilet, toilet paper, a sink, a bathrob or towel, a plant (small mirror is allowed)

5. Work area: A small desk, a small chair, a laptop, headphones, book cases, a desk plant, a floor plant, 2 pictures or wall art

6. Extras: A bike, a waterbottle and flowers/outside garden or flowers on windows

-Must have the traits: gentle (or something similar like kind, good, etc), either artsy or talented, and introvert

-Must have Bestselling Author aspiration

-Must like writing, Singer Songwriter music, conversation topic about stories and dislike cruel/mean things

-Must make money through writing and/or painting only, and can only add things to your home as you gain money through books and paintings (No money cheats at all!)

-Must find or have a toxic partner which they write about and get their big break (only after the big break are they able to leave the toxic relationship)

-Must find a new sweet romance partner but have a very slow relationship due to trauma (the partner must either be geeky and nice, sweet and nice or romantic and gentle.) Their partner supports their budding popularity as an author

-Must have 1-3 kids (at least one girl)

-Must complete aspirations and milestones before moving to next generation.

Gen 2 Wild Romance

-Colours are dark and sexy (shades of dark/statement red and black, eccentric blues and black, dark greens and browns or black, etc)

-They Must move into their own apt (30x30 max) (it must be wild, styling, sexy and loads of bold colours and patterns) in high school

- They start with 50k (no money cheats!)

-Must have book cases, desk and computer with headphones

-Must have traits: Outgoing (crazy or wild can be used too), Fidel, Sexy (or something similar)

-Must have Bestselling Author aspiration

-Must like writing, Singer Songwriter music, conversation topic about stories and flirting

-Must make money through writing and/or mixology only, and can only add things to your home as you gain money through books an drinks (No money cheats at all!)

-Must be wild in romance. Going to clubs, one night stands, breaking hearts, never keeping a partner for long

- Must have a teen pregnancy and keep child

-Must have a partner they truly come to love at the time of pregnancy who loves children and the wild life, but leaves after finding out the child isn't theirs

-Must then raise child as a single broken-hearted parent until the child is 13 (they marry someone that is good for their child but they don't love)

Gen 3 Crime

-They must have a messy aesthetic that doesn't match (weird colour matches, weird styles, things no one else would wear)

-Must start off with 500k simoleons

-They must have the traits: genius, evil, and glutton

-Must have the Best Selling Author aspiration

-They must like mischief

-They get good grades but bullies push them to drop out

-They must be obsessed with being good enough

-They must be anorexic and bulimic

-They must get hung up in the wrong crowds and hooked on drugs/alcohol

-Must commit crimes (stealing, underage drinking)

-They must become a famous author whose rich, but this comes crashing down after an unwanted baby out of wedlock

-They must try to get an abortion but word spreads and they instantly start losing fame and followers

-They must get lost in alcohol and be an alcoholic, hating their kid

-They must stop playing bills and live "in poverty"

-They must die of overdose or drowning when their child is six

-Their child must be put into an orphanage and all their money and assets are taken (not that their is much)

Gen 4 Tearjerker

- Their colours are blacks and greys with a smidge of blue (they are goth or emo)

-Must start off in an orphanage with no money after having their inheritance (including their house) snatched up unfairly by greedy relatives

-Must be traumatized by the death of their parent

-Must have the traits: depressed (or anything similar ex gloomy), loner, and insane

-Must have Bestselling Author aspiration

-Anything that can go wrong, does go wrong!

-They must flunk out of high school

-They Must move into an apt (they thought it was a good deal but it was run down and trashed, barely liveable)

-They must start their career, but struggle

-They must find out they have a disease (terminal)

-They must try to find a nice partner, but is unwanted by everyone

-They must finally find fame and a lovely partner right before their death (their partner is devastated and their work triples in value)

#sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #ts4 simblr #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy

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tracybirds · 1 year ago

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I know I said this yesterday but it's beginning to feel like Christmas for real with my Sydney family having arrived! I was SO happy to see them last night and we're hanging out all day today and I haven't seen them since before covid so this is the most special thing!! Thank you to @gumnut-logic for reading through the first part of it, although I must admit to running wild this morning with the last part so any weirdness there you can blame squarely on me haha <3

[Day 1] | [Day 2] | [Day 3 - you are here]

Five Days Where Christmas Didn't Seem To Go As Planned

Day Three

Gordon shoved Alan’s shoulder roughly as he walked past, causing Alan to yelp as he overbalanced, nearly falling out of the chair.

“Gordon, play nicely,” said Virgil, frowning.

Typically, Gordon ignored him, tapping his brother’s cheek.

Alan groaned. It had been a long night, called out in the early evening only to return home as the sun peeked over the horizon once more.

“It’s comfy here,” he muttered, turning to nestle his cheek into the curved edge of the chair.

“Yeah, sure bud,” said Gordon, rolling his eyes. “Come on, let’s go Al, those showers have our names on ‘em.”

Virgil yawned.

“I can carry you if you like,” he offered, perfectly earnest.

Alan’s eyes flew open. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he grumbled. “Kayo laughed at me for a week the last time, don’t you dare pick me up.”

He dragged himself across the cockpit, staring blankly into thin air in a daze. Preoccupied with the thought of a hot shower and a morning nap with the sea breeze flowing through with windows, he hardly noticed the figure waiting for them impatiently as the hydraulic lift lowered them into the hangar.

“Scott?” asked Virgil, and Alan snapped back to attention. He’d expected Scott to vanish long before Two made it back to Tracy Island, with no issues that arose during the mission and debrief scheduled for later that day.

Freshly focused, Alan could tell that something wasn’t right, enough that Scott had waited for them and was now speaking urgently to them all. Alan blinked, trying to shape the sounds into words, and it was only when he yawned widely and his ear popped that things fell into place.

“I just needed to head you off before you head upstairs,” said Scott, looking mildly disgusted. “I got out of the elevator and had to come straight back down, it was only luck that she didn’t spot me.”

“Well, we’re all experts in hiding from Grandma and her baking now,” said Gordon, grinning. “Hey Virg, let’s go crash in Brains’ rooms, he’s been wanting to marathon those old school scifi-horrors.” He wriggled his fingers at Virgil. “Oooh, I’m a space alien here to take over your mind. Go forth, do my laundry for a week.”

“He’ll uninvite you if you’re going to be annoying about it,” said Virgil, with a long-suffering sigh. “Thanks for the warning, Scott. We’ll stay low for a few hours.”

Alan, meanwhile, was thinking hard.

He swayed a little, fighting the temptation to close his eyes, searching every scrap of memory, because something about what Scott was describing sounded uncomfortably close to home.

“Grandma’s been baking?”

Scott and Virgil exchanged a glance.

“Keep up, Al,” said Gordon impatiently.

Only Alan had one piece of information that his brothers didn’t.

When the siren had gone off and they’d gathered in the living room, Alan had been baking cookies for Christmas. He’d meant for it to be a surprise.

And he’d turned the oven off, he was sure of it, even through a distorted haze of exhaustion, he could remember the temperature dial spinning under his fingers before he raced upstairs, but maybe it hadn’t gone all the way and even as they’d flown out, his cookies were slowly starting to brown, then blacken into a crisp.

He could have burnt the house down.

He sat down suddenly, right there on the floor.

“Alan!” cried three voices, and he batted them away.

“You’ve gone white as a sheet,” said Virgil, frowning as he crouched next to him. He reached out a hand, feeling for his forehead and Alan rolled his eyes.

“Get off me, I’m just tired,” he said, feeling slightly sick. He couldn’t let them find out, he needed to get out of here.

“Look, Grandma won’t ambush me like this, she’ll just want me in bed. Which is where I want to be too, so if you guys want to hide away instead, be my guest.”

He wasn’t even lying, and he rubbed at the grit forming in his eyes, allowing a yawn to take over his entire body.

“I’ll take you,” said Scott reluctantly, and Alan felt a twinge of irritation twitching below his eye.

“You don’t need to escort me,” he snapped, getting back to his feet. “I can manage it.”

He scowled at each of them, putting as much fierceness into the glare as he could.

For a second, he thought Scott and Virgil would continue to argue, but Gordon leapt in before they had the chance.

“You guys promised you’d treat him like an adult when he’s wearing the uniform,” he reminded them. “Are either of you going to start volunteering to be supervised in the shower and tucked in tight? I’ll do it, I don’t care.”

Alan shot Gordon a grateful look.

“I’m going to bed then,” said Alan, and he spun on his heel and walked slowly and calmly towards the elevator door.

That is to say, he bolted.

When the doors next opened, Alan found Scott hadn’t been kidding about the smell, the smoke still evident despite the air being cleared.

He ran down the steps two at a time, holding his breath as he skidded into the kitchen.

Kayo looked up from the magazine she’d been reading and put it aside.

“So,” she said. “These are yours. I’m assuming they’re not chocolate.”

She swung around a plate of dark brown cookies, burnt black where the butter had melted onto the tray while baking.

Alan collapsed onto the barstool next to her.

“Is it bad?”

Kayo shrugged. “They’re just burnt. Nothing major.” She grinned, her eyes sharp and mischievous. “I saw Scott making his escape earlier. Did he come down to warn you all away?”

Alan could only nod miserably.

“Do you think it’s genetic?” he asked. “I just wanted to do something nice.”

“The only thing you did wrong was not pull the tray from the oven when you turned it off,” Kayo said cheerfully. She chose one of the cookies and neatly broke it in half. “See? They’re not burnt burnt, they’re just a tad overdone. I spotted them when Grandma was preheating the oven earlier and rescued them for you.”

Alan lifted his head, hope stirring in his chest. “So, the smoke?”

“Oh, that was all Grandma.” She bit into the end of the cookie and pulled a face. “These aren’t that great either, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, thanks,” said Alan, feeling stung. He yawned. “I suppose we should just chuck them then.”

“We can probably save them for something,” said Kayo. “Make them into ornaments or something.”

She jostled his shoulder. “What’s up though, Al? You didn’t come racing up here because of bad biscuits.”

“I kinda did,” said Alan. “I dunno, I thought maybe a fire had started. Like if something went wrong here, it’d be all my fault.” He yawned again. “I guess that seems silly.”

Kayo slung an arm around him, pulling him into a hug.

“We can handle your mistakes, Alan. Best part of being one of the youngest is everyone else has already made them and they’ll help you out. It’s not all on you.”

“Does that mean the others have all nearly burnt the house down?”

She grinned down at him. “Oh, the stories I could tell if I weren’t sworn to secrecy.”

Alan grinned back, a spark of mischief shaking off the bleariness momentarily. “I can keep a secret. Was it Virgil? John?”

“You’re getting nothing out of me,” said Kayo with a laugh. “Go to bed, Alan. We’ll fix these when you can sit in that chair without falling onto your face.”

He slipped down from the stool and stumbled, the sway of exhaustion rushing up to meet him once more.

“I might need a little help,” he admitted. “Promise you won’t tell Scott?”

Kayo mimed locking her lips and smiled at him, fond and warm.

“I promise.”

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danceswithsporks · 2 years ago

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Warm- Part 2

Part 1 of 6 in the Complete Series!

Part 1 Part 3

Tech x Reader

Warnings: Talk of home destruction, that’s about it.

About: The times come for Tech to finally get some good tea..and maybe a something sweet as well.

Warm, the exact temperature that Tech enjoyed his tea at. Too cold and it lost its flavor, too hot and it was undrinkable. His lips pursed as he gently sipped the Oolong tea you’d made for him. The raspberry and rose flavors tickled his tongue in a rather nice way. You’d recommended it to him, you’d recommended quite a bit to him since that day.

Brown eyes watched as you flitted back and forth across the patio. How you seemed to float, no not float, dance your way through the tables and chairs. Tables and chairs were packed to the brim with other customers, mainly men. The tea shop had reopened ten rotations prior and on that day Tech had realized just how popular you seemed to be. Men seemed to frequent your tea shop just to observe you, their tea going untouched in the process.

The first day had been interesting to see. One after the other the men would call you to their table for a refill or to order something to eat. You’d smile brightly at them before retrieving their items. The entire time you’d been watched by every other male in the shop. If you noticed then you didn’t let on. You never stayed at one table for longer than you had to. The only time you’d stopped for more than a few seconds, was for him.

A gentle smile rested on your lips as you carefully brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and explained the menu to him. Your soft finger ran across the illuminated screen of the menu. “ You can pick your base tea here and then…” With a tap of your finger, the screen slid to the side, revealing countless fruits and flowers that could be added. “Here you can pick what flavors you want to be added. We carry just about all types. Though my father has been talking with a farmer on a different island who grows tea leaves. So we may be getting some new flavors in soon.”

“Fascinating.” He’d replied. Tech enjoyed a nice cup of tea after a long mission. But with such little space on the Marauder, he was only allotted just enough space for one type. Flat black tea. “Which would you recommend?”

His question had taken you by surprise. Not surprised that you were being asked your opinion, all of the men asked your opinion, but that he had asked. Someone like him, who traveled the galaxy and went to far-off planets. Who no doubt had sampled cuisine from all types of cultures. Once again you felt your heart flutter like a butterfly was nestled comfortably inside it. “It’s so nice today, perhaps a cool-me-down tea?”

Tech raised an eyebrow at you, confused by the name of the drink. “Is it chilled? I am not the biggest fan of chilled tea.” From his experience, tea was bland and tasteless when it was cold. Far too many times had he forgotten his tea on the console of his cockpit, just to return to an ice-cold drink. One of the problems with having such a busy mind, once something was out of sight it was out of mind. He watched as you tilted your head forward and giggled softly.

“It’s not chilled.” You smiled as you tapped the menu screen and a description was brought up. It explained the temperature that the drink was brewed and how long it steeped. “It's a green tea with lemon verbena, licorice, and peppermint in it. So it’s refreshing and relaxing. Kind of like when people drink water with cucumbers or lemon in it.”

“I have never understood the appeal of water with fruits or vegetables floating in it.” Tech continued to look through the menu, impressed by how in-depth it went. It seemed a considerable amount of thought had gone into its creation. Looking up at you he took a moment to study your features. How your hair fell around your shoulders, the way your eyelashes fluttered as you laughed at the children running by. Your plump lips curved upward in a beautiful smile and he was reminded of the kiss under the water. It seemed so long ago now, though it had only been 7 rotations prior. Your lips moved as you said something and he realized he’d been staring at you. Unaware of what you said, he simply nodded.

Whenever he said something like that it always made you smile. You’d seen him around a lot while your family rebuilt. So much had been lost during the tsunami. It had taken a day for the waters to recede and when it did your home had almost been destroyed. So you and your family had camped beneath the large tree at the top of the island for another day. With the help of the Batch, that was what they called themselves, your home had been fixed quickly.

Tech had stopped by once after your home had been finished, ready to take your father up on his offer for tea. You’d turned him away quickly, citing that you didn’t have anything besides black tea and you wanted his first tea from you to be perfect. He’d seemed to be surprised by that, even stating that black tea would be fine. You’d put your foot down that it wasn’t. Now here you were, two weeks later and his first tea from you. “Next time I’ll make you some and you’ll see, it’s very nice on the longer days. For now, how about that tea and some macarons?” It took him a moment to answer you and you worried you’d said something wrong. But then he nodded and your heart fluttered once more. “Ok. That’ll be out soon, Tech.”

Something in his eye twinkled as you said his name and you felt your breath catch. One of the things you’d thoroughly enjoyed about seeing him so often was his eyes. Eyes that his brothers and sister had. But his eyes made you feel warm in a way you couldn’t describe. You’d asked your father what it felt like to like someone, to have…a crush.

“When I met your mother, she was working in your grandfather's pastry stall. She was beautiful, with eyes that pulled you in and made you feel safe and a smile that lit up the darkest nights.” A sigh came from your father as he stared out at the ocean.

“Did Mom feel the same way about you?” You loved hearing stories about your parents' younger years. To you, they were the perfect couple, married thirty long years with hardly ever an argument. They always seemed so madly in love, even during the dark times.

Your father shook his head with a deep chuckle. “Hardly. Took me asking her out four times before she finally agreed. When I asked her why it took so long, she stated it was my beard. She didn’t like it.”

Seeing as your father had worn a beard your entire life, you felt something changed. As if sensing your inquiry, your father continued. “Ended up shaving it off right before our first date. She hated me without it even more. Said that she felt cold the first time we kissed. After that I never shaved again, just took better care of it. By the time we got married a year later, it had grown back and she loved it.”

“But why?” It didn’t make that much sense to you. “Your beard tickles me. Is that what she meant?”

“You’ll understand more when you meet the right person. But your mother said it made her feel safe, happy, and warm. Just like her smile did for me.” He hoped you’d experience that one day. The warmth someone made you feel inside. How they seemed to make everything better, even in the darkest of times.

Maybe this was what he’d meant? How Tech made you feel warm inside whenever he said your name or looked at you. You’d only seen a small smile here and there, but you adored it. It was that smile you thought about as you made his tea. Then you made it again, and once more. It had to be perfect, his first tea made by you and you’d be damned if it wasn’t just right. You searched through countless macarons in search of the perfect ones. No flattened tops or uneven bottoms. One had too little filing and the other had too much. Maybe he’d like the nut one? Or maybe the berry one? After more time than it should have taken, you finally found the perfect ones and arranged them on a tray for him.

Stepping out of the kitchen, you realized it had gotten quite a bit more packed. No matter, you’d just be extra careful making your way over to him.

Tech had been so lost in his datapad that he hadn’t even noticed the shop had become busier until the sound died down. It was like every person there was waiting for you to show up. He watched you balance the tray perfectly as you wiggled through the crowds. Just barely missing bumping into a table here, and ducking under someone’s hand there. The way you’d done it made him think you’d done this your entire life. You’d been doing beautifully until you tripped over someone’s satchel on the ground. Reacting far faster than he thought he could, he caught you.

The satchel had caught you by surprise. Usually, you’d recover perfectly but you’d been so entranced with how Tech was looking at you that you’d stumbled a bit too much. All the hard work you’d done to have his tea perfect and find the perfect macarons was about to go out the window. But then you felt familiar arms around you once more. Here he was again, saving you. The tea sloshed just a bit and you let out a sad sigh. “Damn”

“You seem to have a tendency to stumble. Perhaps you are suffering from an inner ear infection?” They tended to make people lose their balance. Your swear didn’t go unnoticed by him and looking down at the spilled tea Tech smirked. Helping you stand up, Tech took the tray and placed it down. What was that saying? No point in crying over spilled milk? “It seems the tea missed the macarons.” Looking back at you, he reached up and brushed some hair out of your face. “Are you ok?”

Stars, here he was again. Looking at you like you were a fragile doll. Your cheeks felt on fire as he brushed the hair from your face. Could he see how red they were? “I’m ok.” Not really but you couldn’t exactly tell him that your heart was beating as fast as a speeder or that his hand near your face was so warm that you wanted to bury your face into it.

There was that feeling in his heart again. Like some kind of animal was making a break for it inside his stomach. What was it about this situation that was giving him that reaction? The weather was perfect, the air smelled fine, and he hadn't eaten anything out of the ordinary. What was different? Was it the red creeping across your cheeks? Or how your chest seemed to be raising and lowering faster than normal. Your cheek was so warm, something inside of him was making him want to hold it.

You chewed your lip carefully before clearing your throat. “Your tea will be getting cold.”

Tech swallowed at the site of you chewing your bottom lip. “I should drink it then.” Forcing himself to pull away from you, he instead found the teacup.

You should step away from him, and get back to your duties. No doubt the tables around you needed refills and you’d made a bit of a mess in the kitchen that needed cleaning up. “I’ll leave you to it then. Thank you…for saving me again, Tech.”

Turning to make your escape you found your older brother walking towards you. “Sorry, I was about to head back.”

He waved his hand at you as he cleared a recently vacated table. “Dad said to take your break now.” Had he been sent to keep an eye on you two? Perhaps. But he’d do it from a distance and honesty? He didn’t expect Tech to try anything, unlike the other men around you.

“Oh.” Well, that was nice of your father. “I’ll go ahead and grab something from the kitchen then.”

Tech sipped his tea carefully and hummed at the surprisingly delicious taste. Against the warm breeze coming from the ocean it cooled in a comfortable way he hadn’t expected. “You are welcome to join me for your break.” It seemed his mouth was once again speaking for him before his brain could stop it.

“That sounds wonderful.” Why must your mouth speak for you so often? You were about to apologize and state that you’d be fine eating in the kitchen when Tech smiled. It was brief, but it was there and oh, there was that warm feeling again. How could you possibly change your mind now? “I’ll go grab my tea and be back?”

“I got it. You relax.” Your brother moved faster than you’d honestly ever seen him move. Before you could say something he was gone. Looking back to Tech you found that he’d cleared the space next to him and was waiting for you to sit. Smiling softly, you took the seat. “Thank you.” You really should look into expanding your vocabulary with him.

You two sat next to each other in relative silence as you watched the sun begin to set. Your favorite time of the day. When the gradient of colors was so beautiful it was hard to find words for it. Your tea was delivered quickly and it didn’t go unnoticed that your two older brothers were now coincidentally cleaning tables near you. “Sorry about them. They can be a bit nosey.”

For the first time in a long time, Tech didn’t look at his datapad as he enjoyed the silence between you two. How you smiled as you sipped your tea and watched the sun go down. To him the colors were the same as many other planets, it was what the colors did to you that made him stop and appreciate it for once. Your eyes shined with the reflection of the setting light and he was able to truly appreciate the color of them. He’d noticed your eyes the day of the tsunami, but for some reason, at this moment they looked…brilliant.

He heard you apologize and with a chuckle he tilted his head to the right. “It seems our siblings share a common trait.”

Your eyes looked around in the direction that he’d motioned but you couldn’t see anything odd. Nor could you see his siblings. “They’re watching us?”

Tech nodded before pulling his datapad over and pulling up an image of Pabu. “Right about here.” He pointed to a few trees across the way. “I believe Omega is currently utilizing the upgraded binoculars I made her to spy on me.”

“You made her binoculars?” He could do everything, couldn’t he? When he nodded you sighed. “That’s amazing. I’m horrible with that kind of stuff.”

An eyebrow was raised as Tech took a bite of one of the macarons. A berry compote-filled one. Delicious. “Is that so? Your menu had me thinking otherwise.”

“I’m embarrassed to say how long that took me to figure out.” You fidgeted with your hands in your lap. The embarrassment made your cheeks warm up. “At one point I was finally done with it after hours of messing with it, and my datapad died. I lost all that hard work.” An annoyed sigh left your lips as you thought about that night. You’d nearly thrown your datapad out the window.

For once Tech was able to thoroughly think before speaking. “If you are interested, I could teach you a bit about this stuff.” He watched as your eyes lit up with pure excitement. Oh wow, he liked that. How fascinating.

“Are you sure? I know how busy you are, and I’d hate to intrude.” Every fiber of your being hoped he wouldn’t rescind his offer.

“As it stands, the tremor and tsunami sensors have been successfully upgraded. Power has been restored to the rest of the island and all boats have been equipped with depth sensors that will give us passive information on the tectonic plates that surround the island. I am a free man as it stands.” The movement of your brothers near you two didn’t go unnoticed by Tech, he was trained to notice the smallest details after all. It seemed they were waiting for you before they’d make a move.

The way he said ‘free man’ gave you the tingles all over. Swallowing you nodded as your bottom lip found its way between your teeth once more. “Then I’d like that a lot. How about after we close? Or is that too late?”

There it was again, that way you pulled your teeth into your bottom lip. How the corner of your lips pulled into a soft smile and your cheeks reddened. It made his chest feel warm once more and Tech realized he enjoyed that feeling. “After you close would work perfectly. I tend to stay up later than most so you do not need to worry.”

“Great. I’ll bring the tea.” You and Tech seemed to stare at each other for a while. A smile pulled at the corner of his lip and it was enough to make your cheeks burn.

It was your middle brother who broke the silence between you two. Whether you were happy or not that he did was hard to tell. “Hey, Dad needs your help with the next batch of macs.”

Nodding, you stood up and smiled back at Tech. “I’ll see you tonight then.”

Tech watched as you picked up both empty cups and made your way back to the kitchen. A fresh cup was delivered to him moments later, and a small bag of macarons wrapped perfectly for Omega as well. Her name was scrawled across the packaging in a flowy handwriting that reminded him of ocean waves. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to reach out and run his fingers across the dried ink, but he did. In a way, it was like touching a piece of you. The feeling of his heart racing once more made him finish his drink quickly. It was time he had a conversation with Hunter.

-*-

Hunter tried to process what Tech was saying to him. Somehow, in all the chaos of the last few months, he had become the one with the most experience with women on the ship. As such, Tech of all people was now information-dumping everything he’d been going through with you. Like how his heart seemed to have issues whenever you were around. How he felt warmer near you, comfortable. Tech described how you bit your lower lip earlier and both times he felt like something was fluttering in his stomach.

“Perhaps the perfume that she wears is causing an unintentional reaction?” Though when he tried to research his reactions he was unable to find anything useful.

Oh, how Hunter wished Echo or Cross were here to give advice. “It sounds like you like her, Tech.”

“Of course I like her. I would not bother entertaining someone in my free time if I did not like her.” This wasn’t new information to him. Even he could have deduced this much.

He was really going to have to break it down even more? Letting out a long sigh, Hunter figured out how he wanted to phrase all of this. “I mean more than an acquaintance. More in a romantic way.”

Oh, he liked you in a romantic way. It was an interesting thought. He’d been with women before but never for more than a night. An actual romantic relationship was a new concept to him. “What do you propose I do? Do you suppose she feels the same?”

Did you feel the same? Hunter couldn’t believe how naive his brother was. “You said she got excited when you offered to teach her more about tech?”

“Yes, as well as her heart rate increased by 32 percent. Her cheeks turned a shade of red and she bit her lip.” Armed with the new insight that he may be romantically interested in you, he now saw those actions differently.

“She likes ya, Tech. Just go with the flow and see where things lead.” His words fell on deaf ears as Tech was already lost in thought in all the little things you’d done earlier. Hunter smirked as he walked by Tech and patted his shoulder. Knowing his intellectual brother, the clone would now drown himself in research about dating and romantic relationships.

-*-

After that, you two fell into a happy routine. He’d visit while you worked and would take whatever tea you’d recommend. It was always something new paired with some kind of new pastry. Then he would pick you up after your shop closed and walk with you over to the sea wall where you’d listen to him explain whatever tech he was working with that day. You didn’t mean to but you’d hang on to every word he said, listening but never fully understanding what he was talking about.

Watching him get excited about whatever project he was working on or whatever he was teaching you about made your heart happy. During these times you'd truly get to see that smile of his. You hoped that it was because of you, but a part of you understood that it could simply be the joy of talking about his hobby. It didn’t matter either way though. He was enjoying himself.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Tech that you hung on his every word. That you tried your best to take diligent notes but always seemed to drift off. Perhaps you were a hands-on learner like himself? So he tried that route with you. Instead of lecturing you he pulled out some of his projects and showed them to you. Allowing you to physically touch them and take them apart. It seemed like you understood things a bit better. But on the ninth day, he realized you were staring.

“What is it? Do I have something on my face?” Reaching up he adjusted his goggles, concerned that part of his dinner was on his cheek or something.

With a smile on your lips, you shook your head carefully. “Just…you really like this kind of stuff, huh?”

Something he’d noticed over the early days of your lessons together was that he quite enjoyed your smile. According to Hunter, the feeling he was experiencing was called butterflies in his stomach. Unable to hide the warmth growing on his cheek, Tech cleared his throat and looked back at his project. “Of course. It is my area of expertise. I find it…calming.”

Were his cheeks actually red because of you? It felt like your heart was flipping. “I find the ocean calming. The way the waves roll and lap at the rocks. I could fall asleep to it.”

“Is that so? I do not notice it. Kamino is an aquatic planet. Covered in oceans.” He liked learning more about you during these little meetings of yours.

Sighing you looked out at the ocean, its waves lapping near your feet. “I grew up on a desert planet in the outer rim. Was there until the wars.”

“Your brother mentioned being saved by clones before?” That hadn’t gone unnoticed by him that first meeting.

Of course, he’d heard that. With a nod you let your hand rest in your lap. “A warlord used to own our planet. Made the men work in the mines. The woman took care of the cooking, cleaning…entertainment.” You tried not to remember that part. “Then they came, white and pink armor glistening in the sun. Took them three days to run the Separatists out. I felt so safe with them around.” Looking up at the sun, you sighed. “Didn’t last long. The Separatists came back and bombed our planet. I tripped while running with my parents. Seems I’m good at that.”

Brown eyes watched as you told him your history. All your little expressions didn’t go unnoticed by him. How your lips parted as your breathing increased or how your fingers began to tap against the white stone of the seawall you were sitting on. You released a shuddered breath as you continued, lost in your memories. Something told him to comfort you and Hunter's words rang in his head. Reaching over, he carefully wrapped his hand around yours, stopping your fingers from tapping, you didn’t seem to notice.

“One of them picked me up and carried me in his arms like I weighed nothing. I never learned his name, but I’d seen him around the town. He told me we’d be ok and that he’d find me after.” Mindlessly, you raised your free hand to your cheek. Still able to feel the warmth of the clone's fingers. “Do you know if anyone from that unit survived?”

Pink and white? Tech ran through the different unit colors in his mind. Vaguely he could remember a few of them around Kamino right before he and his brothers were sent into the field. Though he couldn’t remember seeing them after the batch had passed their assessments. Which meant only one thing, total unit destruction. “I have no knowledge of a unit with that color coordination. Most likely it means they were placed into an undercover unit. Not uncommon.” Anyone else he would have told them the truth, but you? He just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t break your fragile heart with the knowledge that they were completely destroyed.

Turning your head, you smiled half-heartedly. “That’s good.” Looking back at the water, you hoped the clone that had given you his glove had survived and was safe out there, and hadn’t gotten into too much trouble for missing his glove.

Tech watched as you got lost in your thoughts once more. The breeze from the ocean blew your hair away from your face and he watched as your eyes closed to the feeling. The setting sun illuminated your lips and Tech felt another urge surge inside him. For once his nerves actually got to him as he squeezed your hand gently. “I am sorry to ask this, but would you be willing to assist me in a small experiment?”

“What kind of experiment, Tech?” You now noticed his hand holding yours and your heart began to race once again.

“I would like to investigate a theory of mine. Would you be willing to close your eyes?” Were his palms sweaty? They felt like they were becoming sweaty. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

If it was anyone else you’d say no. If it was your brothers you’d say hell no. But Tech made you feel safe…warm. So you obliged him. Swallowing, you adjusted how you were sitting to look at him before closing your eyes.

Never letting go of your hand, Tech carefully raised his other one to your cheek. His hand hovered for a moment before moving that final centimeter to rest on your warm skin. You let out a shaky breath as soon as he touched you and it gave him the confidence he needed. Carefully, he moved his thumb over your bottom lip and watched as you parted them.

“Tech? Are you going to kiss me?”

Tech's thumb hovered over your lip as he realized you were now looking at him. Your eyes were filled with hope and desire. For once his breath caught in his throat. “If you would allow me.”

You nodded slowly, never moving your eyes from his. “Don’t worry, you won’t offend me.”

A small chuckle came from Tech as he slowly leaned in to kiss you. Last time he’d done this in a hurry, trying to get you to open your mouth for the rebreather. Now this time, this time he wanted to take it slow, see if the energy he’d felt from you before was because of you or the adrenaline of almost drowning.

Your lips parted slightly in anticipation as your eyes closed. You’d hoped he’d kiss you again, you’d felt like the two of you were becoming closer. Everything around the two of you seemed to stop as you waited for the feeling of his lips on yours once more.

So close, your lips were just a breath away.

*Pling. Pling. Pling.*

Tech sighed softly as his datapad rang. No one ever called him unless it was important. “I’m sorry. It is important.”

Opening your eyes slowly, you nodded as he answered the datapad.

“Echo? What a surprise.” Tech raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear from the clone so soon.

Echo looked over his shoulder as Howzer and his men walked by with Senator Chuchi. “Wish I could say it was for a catch-up talk.”

Next to him, you shifted slightly. His hand was still holding yours, not yet ready to leave the warmth it gave him. “You require our assistance?”

“Yeah, need ya to take a look at some intel I gathered.” Echo needed to know where that transport was taking Howzer and his men. Hopefully, it would lead to others.

Sighing softly, Tech knew this would take some time. “Let me call you back in a moment, Echo.”

Echo was surprised that Tech was actually making him wait to discuss what needed to come next. But it was Tech and so he figured it was for a good reason. “Yeah. This line is secure. Call me back here.”

“I am sorry.” Tech placed the datapad down before looking at you. “It seems I am needed.”

“Don’t worry. I understand.” Picking up your datapad, you turned and placed your feet on the cobbled stone path behind you. “Same time tomorrow?”

Tech watched as you stood. Lifting your hand to his lip he placed a gentle kiss against your warm skin. It wasn’t the kiss he wanted to give you. But the feeling that he’d gotten from being interrupted had answered the questions he had been trying to figure out. He irrevocably and undeniably liked you romantically. “Same time tomorrow.”

Your cheeks flared at his kiss. Smiling, you waved to him before turning and heading back to your house.

His brown eyes watched as you vanished up the hill towards your house. He’d kiss you properly soon. For now, he needed to help his brother.

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waternstreams · 5 months ago

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Does Zephyr have a elemental power?

If do what is it?

And how powerful is it?

What abilities does it give Zephyr?

FYI... I ramble a lot so prepare to read a whole bunch xD

Zephyr is the Elemental Master of crystallization. If you watched ninjago crystalized take the overlord/crystal king's power....ya know the crystallization part. That is practically Zephyr's power.

She has pretty strong powers just doesn't know a lot about them...or what she is capable of...nor does she enjoy them. Zephyr has a fear of becoming a monster...or someone she doesn't recognize... (once she gets older the fear becomes less and she just doesn't give a crap...trys to live a normal life after being taken away from one... THAT IS LORE FOR LATER BTW xD) so she doesn't use em a lot because of her fear of becoming corrupt...her powers also slowly changed her natural brown hair into pink and purple colors.

To answer your other question Zephyr's powers like I said are very similar to the crystal king's.. but there are differences in the two's powers...

Zephyr's can't give something power with a crystal she creates or make em stronger unlike the crystal king does with harumi in crystalized.

But yes Zephyr can make many objects and things out of crystals... Weapons, shields, a chair.... etc. But the more power she uses the more it corrupts her.

We can also see throughout ninjago crystalized the overlord using the crystals he makes to infect people making multiple people look like these mindless zombies throughout the second part of the season.... well Zephyr could technically do that if she tried hard enough she probally won't ever unless she actually needs to haves to.... heck she doesn't even know that it is possible with her powers. And mabey 2 people at most.

Also in ninjago crystalized we can see the crystal king use that crystal thing to move that floating island...I will call that telekinesis but through crystals. Zephyr can do that as well just I don't think she could ever move something as big as a floating island...

Also last things that is a difference this is to help you visualize the power difference and is overlapping another thing i said, is when the overlord/crystal king crystalizes things (according to the wiki page) he just straight up controls whatever it is and gets the powers attached to that person or thing or whatever as well...now the overlord took over a whole bunch of terrain and lots of people and if Zephyr were to try and succeed in doing something remotely close to this... she wouldn't get to far... too much corruption for her...will hurt her and this is something that would take a lot of power for her cause she ain't the overlord.

(The crystal king has more advanced, stronger powers then what Zephyr has they are just very similar and yee)

Long story short Zephyr's abilities-

•crystallization of things... obviously lol (but doesn't really control anything the crystals cover/touch... cause I feel like that is a different power she hasn't even tapped to yet)

•telekinesis through crystals (only small or mabey some medium size things... don't ask her to move a house...she has sorta tapped into this)

•Crystal creation (making things out of crystals... weapons....sheilds...etc.)

•floating... (yes my girl can also float... not fly..but float! Like afew feet of the ground...)

Also unlike the overlord, Vengestone will stop her powers... but not as much as it would stop other Elemental masters... yee hee powers are yee umm she is still very powerful if she uses her powers to her full potential and correctly 👍👍

If you got this far...great job for surviving my rambling xD 👏👏👏👏👏 Anyway thx for this ask and I hope you have an amazing day/night. thx for reading

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assassinschaoticcreed · 9 months ago

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What's Evie's cover up or normal job? And does she live alone or with someone? She's my fav!

in my AU she is a kindergarten teacher.

her and Jacob lived together for awhile but then Jacob moved in with the boys, and Evie bought herself a house.

Evie has a house with 4 bedrooms 3 bathrooms, when you walk in the door you're directly in the corridor. from the corridor there are 2 staircases, one that leads downstairs and the other leads upstairs to the main floor. on the main floor is the living room that goes into the dining room (open floor plan) and the kitchen is attached to the dining room. her kitchen has an island big enough where half of it can be used as extra space for eating at it has 2 barstool like chairs, she has stainless steel fridge, microwave and dishwasher. her counter tops are granite, and the design is a dark gray with some silver swirled into it, and her cabinets are white. her living room has a very cozy feel to it with warm tans, browns and cream colors to it. she has a sectional couch the the L shape is on the right side, a recliner and a love seat. she has hardwood floors with a few rugs and a coffee table (solid dark oak). and then theres a hallway that leads to the bedrooms, for the 4 bedrooms; master bedroom is her bedroom, the smallest extra room is her office and the other 2 rooms are guest/spare bedrooms. 1 bathroom is connected to her room, there's one on the main floor and one in the basement. her basement is finished and is more of a little hang out spot for her and Jacob (and the boys when he feels like bringing them with, or shockingly Evie invites them over). I feel like Evie would want leather furniture especially since Jacon doesn't listen to her when she says no eating in the living room, it's another reason she has hardwood floors, easy clean up. the dining room has a table that fits 6 people, table matches the kitchen, grays & whites. she has paintings throughout the house since she really only has a few pictures of family and the rest are her and Jacob. 2 stall heated garage, she has a little bunker that directly under the garage that is used for not only shelter from storms, but also for the assassins if need be. her extra bedrooms are simple colors; one is a pale green that gives off peaceful vibes and the other is a dark tan color that gives off warmth and home like feel to it. they both have a queen size bed with a few pieces of furniture in them, desk & chair, love seat or recliner and a TV. (and some pictures/paintings) her room has a queen size bed, and it has an elegant feel to it, she likes renaissance type furniture like Arno & Ezio, desk & chair and a TV. she is very organized, so she has those little plastic divider things in her bathroom cabinets. everything has a place, and it stays that way. (unless Jacob purposely moves them around and then there's hell to pay). overall I would LOVE to live in Evies house.

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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep03 “A Friend In Deed” Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Lots of funny moments, another woman from the past falls in love with Marty, and I go on ramblings about Tiffany Tannen and my dislike of Cartoon Marty.

Season 2 of the animated series is really making use of green screens, huh? In episode one, Doc was stranded on an island, then he was in outer space in episode two, and now he's at the "Hill Valley Beach and Synchronized Swimming Center." He's wearing a funky outfit and using a metal detector to search for money in the sand.

Is this the first time we're seeing Doc in shorts?? I can't recall, but it might be.

He tells us that he's found 85¢ so far and that it's only cost him $200 in equipment to do so. Oh, Doc. You are one of a kind.

He leads us into a story of another situation that involved buried valuables. And instead of the story beginning like it typically does with, "It all started when my sons..." or "It all started when Marty...", this story begins with Biff. And that lets us know right off the bat that it's all downhill from here, lol.

Cue the cartoon!

We begin at the Tannen residence (always a treat to hear Tom Wilson's voice), where Biff has decided that what his family needs is a swimming pool. Yes, his family. And who do we meet? His son!

I've always been intrigued by what adult Biff's family situation was like. I know that an early draft of the film had George buying the peanut brittle from Biff's young daughter and that the BTTF card game and the Citizen Brown comics mention Biff's teenage daughter Tiffany Tannen. (She was also supposed to have a role in the video game, but her character was cut and "combined" with the alternate version of Jennifer.) This is the concept art for her.

There's also speculation that Tiff might be included in the "Continuum Conundrum" series from the IDW comics. In the story, which takes place in the months following Marty's return home after part III, there's mention of Jennifer's friend group, which includes someone named "Tiffany." Some fans headcanon that this is a referring to Tiff Tannen. I don't really have an opinion on the theory one way or another, but it would be SUPER interesting if one of Jennifer Parker's best friends in the Lone Pine Timeline is Biff's daughter.

I would LOVE to see fanfics that include her or even focus on her. There's so much potential! You could have her resemble what she was supposed to be in the game—all rough around the edges and 100% a Tannen—or completely rework her to be a genuinely nice person. Maybe she actively rejects the Tannen reputation. Maybe she's a sweet person, but people are wary of her and judge her based on her appearance or her name. Maybe she is friends with Jen and thinks Marty is a neat guy. So much someone can do.

I digress.

In typical Biff fashion, he's going to make his young son dig the hole for a pool while he sits around in a lounge chair. Father of the year. Also, we haven't seen a whole lot of Biff so far in this series, so I haven't had anything to say about him, but it's clear he's not the meek version of Biff we have at the end of the first film. Cartoon Biff acts very much like he was never taken down a notch or had anything happen to humble him. So...I wonder what the story is there.

(Side note to also mention that we haven't seen—or even heard of—George and Lorraine. Marty's just always at Doc's house, with no information on parents or siblings. I wouldn't be surprised if a young kid watching this in 1992 without having seen the movies simply thought that Marty was part of Doc's family.)

While digging, Little Biff (referred to as Junior) unearths a piece of paper. We don't know what it is, but Biff gets a smile on his face as he reads it, so it can't be good. We cut immediately to the Parker family ranch!

Jen's family owns a ranch! I love it!

Marty is there having lunch with Jen and her grandparents, but it is NOT going well. Because Cartoon Marty is nearly unrecognizable from his Movie Counterpart, he's being an immature, disrespectful doofus around Jen's relatives. He places a whoopee cushion on Jennifer's grandmother's seat, then puts a fake ice cube with a spider "frozen" in it into her drink. And he just sits there hysterically laughing even though nobody else thinks it's funny. Jennifer's grandfather in particular becomes angered by Marty's incessant pranking.

Grandpa Parker, considering pummeling Marty.

And I know I've mentioned many times about how much I dislike the choices made with Marty's character, but. Seriously, what happened here? WHO made these choices and why didn't Bob Gale stop them? This might as well have been a completely different character, that's how unlike Marty he is. He's self-centered a lot of the time. He's dishonest (there was a whole episode where he just piles on lie after lie). He's cocky and inconsiderate and ridiculously immature. He is NOT my Marty McFly.

See the boy on the left? Love the boy on the left. Fantastic little dude. Five out of five stars. See the boy on the right? Don't like him all that much. Many things wrong. Sad.

It bums me out that they took such a great, loveable guy and ripped all his great traits to shreds, leaving us with whatever it is Cartoon Marty's got going on. I don't even know. Guy's got issues.

Time to reel my focus back in. Just as Grandpa Parker seems poised to give Marty a serious talking to, Biff shows up wit the police. Marty asks Jennifer why her grandparents would invite Biff because, "He's a jerk with a bad sense of humor."

"Look who's talking," Jen's grandfather replies.

Go. Grandpa. Parker.

When Grandpa Parker orders Biff off his land, Biff informs him that it's HIS land. The piece of paper he found in his yard was a deed to the Parker property dated 1875 and signed by one of Jen's relatives, as well as Biff's great-great-granduncle.

Biff tells the Parkers that he's going to turn the ranch into a toxic waste dump and miniature golf course, which is both horrible and very funny. Quite in-character for Biff Tannen. As he prepares to order the house to be demolished, Jennifer calls to Marty for help, but he's taken off on his hoverboard. Assuming that he's doing it to run away from the trouble, Jennifer proclaims, "There's nothing worse than a chicken." The actual, literal chicken standing beside her gets very insulted and walks away, lol.

We then go to the Brown home, where Verne is impatiently waiting to eat. Jules is making him pancakes on a ridiculous specialized griddle he invented because Jules is extra like that.

Marty bursts into the kitchen, yelling that he needs to borrow the DeLorean to help Jen's family. Jules informs him that the car isn't there—Doc and Clara have taken it to go see Hamlet, performed by the original cast—but that he can use the train. Marty and the boys take off for 1875.

Once there, Marty immediately sets his sights on warning Jennifer's relatives about the ranch. However, he's interrupted before he can do so, on account of another woman spies Marty and immediately has a crush on him (naturally). I should have been keeping count of how many episodes include someone laying eyes on Marty and falling in love with him.

But wait. Wait. You NEED to know how the scene starts off. The woman walks straight up to Marty and goes, "Howdy, handsome!" followed immediately by this:

Verne: "Handsome? Get real."

Jules: "Get glasses!"

Had to stop it right there because I was laughing. Jules and Verne think Marty is ugly CONFIRMED.

Anyway, the woman ends up being Hepzibah Tannen, sister of Thaddeus Tannen (whose name was on the deed). And Hepzibah is head-over-heels for Marty. At one point, Marty ends up at her house, and Thaddeus is not thrilled to meet him. Before he can toss him out, Hepzibah picks Marty up, holds him close, and shouts at her brother, "Give me that! It's mine!"

Ridiculous.

Since his sister is so in love, Thaddeus agrees to let Marty join his gang. Thaddeus teaches Marty how to box and how to steal things from people (Marty immediately returns the items when Thaddeus isn't looking. +1 point for Cartoon Marty). Marty also continues his practical jokes by giving Thaddeus gum that turns your mouth black. Thaddeus isn't happy. This is necessary info to understand part of the next scene.

Back on the Parker ranch, where Jules and Verne have become farmhands, they come across these posters.

Several things to note here. 1. "DEAD OR UNALIVE" 2. Marty's gum gave Thaddeus a nickname. 3. Marty is only "sort of wanted" 4. Thaddeus evidently decked Marty for playing a prank on him.

Later on at the Tannen home, Thaddus suggests Marty and Hepzibah get married. This is followed by some very funny dialogue.

I'm definitely finding the humor to be better in the second season. I've laughed out loud several times since I started it.

The next day, Thaddeus and one of his other gang members go off to get Marty and Hepzibah a wedding present. Marty manages to sneak away from his "engagement picnic" to intercept Thaddeus, who is in the process of stealing the ranch from Mr. Parker. He has Mrs. Parker tied to the railroad tracks, and the only way he'll let her loose is if the deed to the ranch is signed over. This is his wedding present to his sister and Marty.

Which. Doesn't really make sense? I mean, it makes sense here, but then what motivated him to steal it originally, before Marty time traveled? Maybe Hepzibah had fallen for a different guy? Or Thaddeus simply wanted the ranch just because? Idk.

When Thaddeus goes to sign the deed, Marty lends him a pen (which is another prank, hehe. The pen has ink that eventually fades away.) Thaddeus then refuses to untie Mrs. Parker, so Marty refuses to go back home with him. Thaddeus leaves, Marty, Jules, and Verne save Mrs. Parker, and all is well. Marty assures the Parkers that their ranch is safe, and he hops on the time-train with the boys.

Marty returns to the present-day ranch, stops the bulldozer, and shows everyone the deed, which now has no signatures. Biff gets a citation for disturbing the peace, and Marty is back in Jennifer's good graces. The end!

Back at the beach, Real Doc digs up an antique fountain pen, accidentally squirts himself in the eye with the ink, and then leads us into the experiment portion of the show, where we're taught how to make invisible ink. We then return to Doc, who finds something else with his metal detector: the keys to the DeLorean that he'd lost the week prior. Yep. Doc had been searching the sand all that time for his car keys. Goofy guy.

Fun episode. I always enjoy when they're Marty, Jules, and Verne-centered, and this was a funny one as well. It was neat having an episode with so much Tom Wilson! (he voiced Biff and Thaddeus)

Wow, this post was a long one. I did go on a few side-tangents, haha. To those who read this whole thing: thanks for sticking with me. I'm so glad there are people who enjoy reading these silly episode commentary posts!

Join me next time to see Marty accidentally join the army in 1944.

#back to the future #bttf #bttf: the animated series

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