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wasted-women · 11 months ago

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ROUND 1 BRACKET LISTINGS

Welcome to Round 1 of the Wasted Woman Poll, the tournament to see which fridged woman deserved better!

Thank you everyone for your patience for Round 1 to begin. Now that the semester is over, I finished the list of match-ups for the Round 1 bracket.

There were 89 contestants for this tournament. Anyone familiar with tournaments knows that it doing a 89-contestant, single-elimination tournament would be annoying. Rather than cutting out 25 contestants to make it a 64-contestant tournament, I opted to use the format of a 64-contestant tournament, just with some of the poll in Round 1 (a majority of them, actually) being three-way polls with a single winner rather than solely two-way polls. So out of the 89 contestants going into Round 1, only 32 will go on to Round 2. Many of the listings in Round 1 will be characters from the same series going against each other, so that the future rounds will be more varied.

The tournament will be split into 4 sets of 8 polls each, with every poll running for a whole link. Below the cut will be the list of match-ups for each set and when the polls will premiere.

If there are any mistakes at all (spelling, if a character appears twice, if the media someone is listed under is incorrect, etc.) please let me know! I did double-check it, but I'm only human so errors do happen.

ROUND 1A (Will be queued to be posted on Tuesday, December 26th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Jiang Yanli (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Wen Qing (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Qin Su (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Trisha Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies) vs. Madam Lan (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa v3) vs. Kuina Shimotsuki (One Piece) vs. Akane Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph)

Maiya Hisau (Fate/Zero) vs. Four Masamune (Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam) vs. Safu (No. 6)

Sherry Polnareff (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders) vs. Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Maria Robotnik (Sonic) vs. Captain Molly (Sonic X)

Serena, Rin, and Ruri Kurosaki (Yu-Gi-Oh!! Arc V) vs. Cyndia Crawford (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters) vs. Amber (Pokemon)

Rachel Bronev (Professor Layton) vs. Anna Irving (Tales of Symphonia) vs. Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)

ROUND 1B (Will be queued to be posted on Thursday, December 28th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Storm (Warriors: Dawn of the Clans) vs. Bumble (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats) vs. Bright Stream (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats)

Spottedleaf (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins) vs. Brindleface (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins)

Sky Young (Arcane: League of Legends) vs. Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY) vs. Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Lisa Tepes (Castlevania: Symphony of the Night) vs. Sara Trantoul (Castlevania: Lament of Innocence) vs. Julia Belmont (Castlevania: Nocturne)

Beru Lars (Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope) vs. Padme Amidala (Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith) vs. Satine Kryze (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) vs. Tasha Yar (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Bill Potts (Doctor Who) vs. Freya (BBC Merlin) vs. Mary Watson (BBC Sherlock)

Jessica Moore (Supernatural) vs. Mary Winchester (Supernatural) vs. Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

ROUND 1C (Will be queued to be posted on Saturday, December 30th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Allison Argent (Teen Wolf) vs. Jenny Calendar (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Amber Volakis (House M.D.)

Lady Marian (Robin Hood 2006) vs. Irene Adler (Sherlock Homes: A Game of Shadows) vs. Belle Gold (Once Upon a Time)

Tara Maclay (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Mako Mori (Pacific Rim) vs. Daenerys Targareon (Game of Thrones)

Cordelia Chase (Angel) vs. Darla (Angel) vs. Winifried "Fred" Burkle (Angel)

Julia Johnson (Walker) vs. Andrea Cantillo (Breaking Bad) vs. Lyanna Stark (Game of Thrones)

Kathy Stabler (Law and Order) vs. Joss Carter (Person of Interest) vs. Shannon Diaz (9-1-1)

Eo (Red Rising) vs. Evi Kholin (The Stormlight Archive) vs. Teresa Moreno (Sharpe)

Julia McCullough & Sarah Borden (The Prestige) vs. Rachel Dawes (The Dark Knight)

ROUND 1D (Will be queued to be posted on Monday, January 1st between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Laurel Lance (Arrow) vs. Vanessa Carlysle (Deadpool 2) vs. Eudora Patch (The Umbrella Academy)

Gamora (Avengers: Infinity War) vs. Natalia Romanoff / Black Widow (Avengers: Endgame) vs. Jane Foster (Thor: Love and Thunder)

Magda (X-Men: Apocalypse) vs. Frigga (Thor) vs. May Parker (Spider-Man: No Way Home)

Jean Grey (X-Men comics) vs. Jean Grey (X-Men: The Last Stand)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man comics) vs. Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man 2)

Karen Page (Daredevil comics) vs. Holly Granger / Hawk (Teen Titans comics) vs. Mary-Jo Altman (Young Avengers comics)

Martha Wayne (Batman comics) vs. Sarah Essen Gordon (Batman comics) vs. Stephanie Brown (Batman comics)

Alexandra DeWitt (Green Lantern comics) vs. Sue Dibny (Justice League: Identity Crisis) vs. Lois Lane (Injustice: Gods Among Us)

#wasted women poll #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #round 1

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deijiyong · 11 months ago

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2015 March 19th - The day you miss Changkyun the most

It’s a cloudy Thursday morning

On top of your allergies acting up, you’re miserable

You wish you had someone to hang out with

Your mind keeps bringing up Changkyun the day of graduation

How he was probably sad when you didn’t show up that night

Yet he never mentioned it

You both haven’t had much time to reach out to each other

The time zone had made it hard on you both to stay in touch

The last time you talked to him was a week after school started

He had already made friends because of course, he had

He wasn’t like you

Even with your poor mood, you were doing amazing in your classes

Because of course, you were - it was the one thing you were good at

Studying

You were moping as you grabbed an iced americano and made your way back towards the girls’ dorm

Are you that girl that lives in 5E?

Your head shoots up hearing your dorm number

There’s a boy just next to you, coffee in hand with short brown spiky hair and a lax smile that hides his tired eyes

The nervous flips in your stomach start-up, making you clutch your coffee tightly

Jisoo in 5B is my friend

She said there was a girl that was having troubles making friends

YN, right?

You open your mouth, trying to speak, but your throat feels tight

He gives you a smile, a real one this time

I’m Taeyong

I’m in 1C in the mixed dorm

Don’t hesitate to come to find me, okay?

You watch him as a group of guys beckon him away, calling his name as if to get it stuck in your head

It was weird for someone to come up to your first

Girls in your dorm, sure, but a guy? Someone who was friends with someone in the girls’ dorm? Not even like a boyfriend? Who was this guy?

You find him looking back and you turn away from him, fast to make your escape back into the girls’ dorm to work on your Korean Language homework

Your room door is cracked as you work on all the stuff that’s due within the next two weeks

Jisoo, Taeyong’s friend in 5B, her name comes up a few times

Apparently she and Taeyong are part of the group of students that are known as part of the group of ‘wannabe idols’ students

Most of those students are talked badly about, from what you remember when girls around you would gossip in class

Taeyong and Jisoo seem to be the exceptions

Both were already taken on by Top 3 companies which put them on a higher ground than most of that group of students

The fact that they seemed to be friendlier than most of the ‘wannabe idols’ is probably what held them on a pedestal

You don’t have much time to think on this when Jiyeon’s face takes over your iPad, smiling and waving to get your attention

BABY!!

Ji, hey!

I haven’t heard from you since graduation

How are your classes going?

Jooheon said that him and Changkyun are doing good - Can you believe that?

Them doing good without us?

(frowning) baby, did you have another fight with Jooheon?

(sniffles) I keep seeing him tagged in other girls’ instagram posts

He’s out partying while I’m here missing him

Does that seem fair??

Did you ask him about it?

Maybe he was just blowing off steam

That’s what he said!

How can you take his side?

Don’t you miss Kyun?

I miss all of you, Ji

I miss my friends

I miss you too :(

How are your classes going?

How’s community college?

My classes are okay

Newbie classes seem pretty lenient

Have you made any friends?

No :(

It’s still hard

Someone tried talking to me today and I felt sick

I’m sorry baby

I wish I was there so I could help

Jiyeon hangs up to run to her class

It’s late for you, so you shower and head to bed

#monsta x fanfic #monsta x fanfiction #mx fanfic #mx fanfiction #changkyun fanfic #changkyun fanfiction #i.m fanfic #i.m fanfiction #changkyun x reader #i.m x reader #nct taeyong #beside u (ck ff)

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workingforitallthetime · 2 years ago

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who do you think is leaving/going pro after this season on the michigan hockey team? hearing the announcers talk about how frank might come back next year because of his injury made me think about the rest of the roster

I'm assuming Adam and Luke are for sure done after this year, but what about Mackie, Dylan, Rutger, Seamus, Gavin, etc.?

They really need to give Naruto the full gig so he can recruit better and this keep can keep being good

good news, anon: chris peters and corey pronman agree that there's "a good chance" adam stays at umich for another year. you can listen to their full convo starting at about 1:12:00 here, but they opined that the major factors influencing this will be what team he's drafted by and how the rest of his season goes.

i am mentally preparing myself for the worst case draft scenario for adam, and am therefore heartened by what i've read about how chicago likes to let their prospects marinate at lower levels longer than some other organizations do. the only bottom feeder i'd be really worried about the 2OA ping pong balls falling for would be columbus, since their prospect system is already stacked so they've got no incentive to hang out being bad for another year, and they've got a yawning void at 1C all ready for adam to step into (one factor that made matty's transition to seattle so successful.)

i also think it's encouraging that adam is getting advice from the same place as matty and owen and luke and quinn, who are all also late birthdays who seem happy to have played a second year of college hockey. also, adam has a track record of making the decisions that make him happy even if they are not a traditional hockey path.

...on the other hand, adam is a better player than matty and owen and luke, and he's having a better freshman season than any of them had. (but on the other other hand, that season is also demonstrating that he's got some maturing to do.) anyway the point is, we have reasons to hope!

otherwise:

luke and erik are gone for sure. i know erik's already communicated that and i think luke has too.

seamus, gavin, and frankie are almost certainly staying. they are all on the smaller side; second-rounders (seamus and, probably, gavin) aren't usually one-and-done anyway; and i assume chicago is going to be patient with frankie.

i would be kind of surprised if eddy or dylan left, since mid- to late-round draft picks usually spend 3-4 years in college. i'd put truss in this category too... even if vancouver's willing to sign him this spring, he seems like the type to go the nick blankenburg path and finish his senior year with the C.

mackie and rutger are the other two who wouldn't surprise me if they left. scouting reports always say that rutger's Big Body (TM) already wouldn't look out of place in an NHL locker room. however, fellow mid-first round power forward matt boldy did two years of college, so i live in hope. mackie's draft status and college performance are probably closer to two-and-done thom and brendan, but i personally headcanon that the two of them left after two years not for hockey reasons but because they refused to do any more homework. going pro might interfere with mackie's napping schedule so maybe he'll stick around a little longer.

to your other point: fuck yes they need to give naur a contract. i got all emotional last night about him jumping up and down with his assistant coaches when they won the game. coaches don't do that! they nod approvingly and walk off the ice! please hire him so he doesn't have to worry that the board of regents is going to kick him off the island if he loses to michigan state!

#usual caveat that i have no privileged insight here #i just read a lot of prospect coverage and synthesize my own opinions accordingly #note: although CBJ worries me the most w/r/t one-and-done #it is still a highly desirable adam destination for me #because adam/nick would be SUCH a great ship #my uninformed yet strident hockey opinions

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 1 year ago

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Master - Chapter 1c

*Warning - Adult Content*

I look around at the surrounding luxurious vehicles as I pulled into the painfully familiar property, undesirable memories beginning to ascend confirming that we were undoubtedly in the right place.

Getting through security without trouble, I park near the exit wanting to leave within a moment's notice.

We took our time walking in.

It'd take a couple of weeks for Malcolm to transfer his shares and possessions into the cash which was handled today, so I was his living piggybank for now.

Once we'd been enlisted, we made our way into the large exhibition hall.

Eyes quickly drifted towards the two of us, hushed whispers quickly morphing to silence as we passed.

It was no secret who we were and after not being spotted in such a long time, I almost couldn't blame the hundreds who sat silently and watched us in awe.

It would be something they may boast about the next day, seeing 'The First' with their own eyes and with the fifth made.

The space in all its size and high ceiling deeply resembled a theatre, with several rows all circling the grand center stage which several spotlights shone down on.

I follow Malcolm to our seats near the front.

My stomach begged to empty itself at the number of vampires that filled the room.

For as long as time, vampires had an intransigent lifestyle.

One which deemed them masters and humans, slaves.

They bought and auctioned off people to be their servants, tools... toys.

They used them because they had the means to.

It was a common practice, engraved so deeply in the bones of our society that it was impossible to erase.

I've tried.

So I shift uncomfortably in my seat as the lights dimmed, leaving only the center stage as the light source.

It remained quiet, eyes focused on us until the sound of crisp, rushed steps filled the large space.

Leading to a thin elongated man walking to the stage, a vampire I recognized to be one of Diablos' workers.

I'd expected him to have been killed by now.

‘Bummer.’

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen," he greets prestigiously with a large smile. "Thank you all for joining us. It promises to be a special night with exotic treasures."

‘People. They're people.’

"I hope you all are ready," he continues as he lets his thin, fingers curl around the microphone. "There are twenty categories tonight, each better than the last. So without further ado, let the bidding begin."

Applauds follow as the man steps aside and the stage shifts slightly, allowing ten young humans to appear from beneath the one clear middle.

All in cages, stark naked, with tears lacing their faces.

I look away from the site.

I could break this all apart, let the humans go and find a witch to rid their minds of all these awful memories.

But then tomorrow, there would be another auction in another theatre like this.

I could tear that down as well but they'd just find another and another.

It would grow with another branch, making two instead of one, both much safer this time.

Anything I did would just hurt more in the future, I'd come to learn that.

The bidding starts and I watch one by one as they are each sold off in the blink of an eye.

And that's exactly how the night continues, alongside my ignorant pleas with Malcolm to just pick one so we could rid this disgusting space.

But he refused to, claiming quite adamantly that he had to pick the right one.

We were at category nineteen now and everyone was on the edge of their seats, anticipation a blinding mistress to the greedy.

"Now, for one of the best categories of the night. I present category nineteen," the host exclaims with excitement which only further encourages these vermin’s excitement.

This time only four people emerged from beneath the stage.

Each possessing breathtaking beauty that held the audience's tongues but one of which held their stares.

A thin young elf, his white cloud-like skin glowing brightly against the violent stage lights.

With pointed ears that tipped their way out of his cascading, ice-blonde locks that trailed down the length of his naked body.

Unlike the others that passed throughout the night, he didn't cry, he didn't try to hide his body.

He stood tall instead, showing both his impressive height as well as his unwavering confidence and bared his fangs at the lot of us.

I smiled.

‘He was defiant.’

"Him," Malcolm whispers from beside me drawing my eyes away from the being.

"You've got to be mad," I hiss back as the bidding for the others began.

Elves were probably the strongest supernatural creatures.

With heights that started at six feet and strength that rivaled that of an Alpha Wolf, they made a formidable opponent.

Rare to see as they lived in their own realm, they become something of a myth for those without a never-ending clock.

They hated all others which weren't themselves and made vicious warriors.

It was astounding that they managed to capture one but the moment he was let out of the cage, his new owner would undoubtedly find their throat slit.

"He's beautiful," Malcolm replies, his eyes never once leaving the Elf.

"He's a he, Malcolm. You're straight," I say as if informing a child of their name.

"Not anymore," he says with a smile.

"He's also an Elf. Elves hate Vampires," I continue but he brushes me off as the bidding begins for the Elf.

"Starting at three thousand dollars.."

"One million," Malcolm shouts standing to his feet making my eyes widen considerably as he pants with excitement. "One million of whatever the currency is. One million of it," he repeats like a fool.

The elf stared at him as if recognizing him as the idiot I knew him to be.

"Going once, twice.....sold."

The cage was carried backstage and Malcolm retook his seat.

"You're a fucking idiot," I growl once his eyes finally find mine again. "A stupid piece of fried horse shit."

"What?" he asks innocently.

"Nobody else wanted a fucking Elf, you idiot. You could've gotten him for three thousand or probably, for free. Not one million dollars," I hiss angrily as the bidding continues for the last category.

"I'm lucky I got him for one million, he's worth so much more," he sighs as if lovestruck making me roll my eyes.

"Whatever, let's just go," I grunt pulling him to his feet.

We make our way back to the entrance we came through, needing only collect Malcolm's new slave before I could retire in my usual, comforting solace.

Except, it was the last bidding for the night and the crowd was wilder than before.

I look down at the Vampires as I made my way up the steps, all their fangs were down and their eyes bloodshot with lust.

They toppled over one another with their verbal bids, shouting loudly and desperately for the last candidate.

Their eagerness prompting me to seek a glimpse of who they were so desperately fighting for.

I couldn't breathe.

The air was thin and refused to feed itself to me, my stomach in binding knots as my eyes took in the most beautiful creature I'd ever laid my eyes on.

My chest contracts as my attention focuses on the small, sickly thin boy in the cage who's large hazel eyes danced around the audience nervously.

He was gorgeous.

Despite the way his bones hugged his skin and how pale he was, he was undeniably gorgeous.

Stunning a way nothing had any right to be.

So beautiful, my mind blanked as I stared at him.

I take a sheepish step forward as my body sizzled at the sight of him.

Sparks igniting through me uncontrollably as I search his features.

He had short, black hair which stuck to his face with sweat and dirt, his skin pale with malnourishment but didn't harbor a single blemish.

A look of innocence filling his frightened eyes as he curled into himself.

Every inch of him made every fiber in me scream to connect the two of us.

"Four million going once.."

I zoned back in at the sound of the bidding closing.

"Twice..."

"Stop," I roar making all the chaos dissipate within a single moment.

The fangs instantly retract as the vampires still, the reckoning power I'd left untouched for centuries creaking to life with a newfound purpose to it’s name.

They shivered, trembled with fear and blatant weakness.

The few eyes that could, turned to witness the strength that had grown to be folklore but all I saw was the honey, brown eyes which found me.

Tears flooding from them stopping momentarily as he looked at me.

I could feel my heart creak to life with a phantom beat as his eyes stayed glued to mine.

"I-I'm sorry Sir but t-this is an auction," the worker stutters making my eyes cut across to him, he'd seen me enough times for him to know I wouldn't hesitate to kill him.

"I'm taking him," I say calmly as I make my way back down the stairs.

"B-But M-Master D-Diablos....Y-You c-can't just t-take....." his words fumble off when my eyes meet him once more.

"I can and I will," I reply easily, my eyes never once leaving the boy's. "Diablos can tell me himself if he has a problem with that."

"B-But," he stumbles, looking around to a docile audience who wasn't foolish enough to argue against me.

They just watched, felt my power suffocating them into a state of submission they detested enough to be quiet, as I climb up on the stage.

I barely register the worker running off the stage as I stand before the precious boy.

I break the lock that held the cage with ease before opening the cage door.

The boy looks up at me with wide curious eyes, hazel eyes that shone with such life... such light.

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benevolentbirdgal · 4 years ago

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A guide to 13 Jewish holidays / Jewish Writing Advice

Depending on how you want to count, there are theoretically 47 Jewish holidays, assuming you count all minor, major, and modern celebrations, both minor and major fasts, special shabbats, and each Rosh Chodesh (new month) individually. Since that post would be A) neverending, B) probably not useful in its entirety here, and C) really not applicable to most Jews you meet or write, I’m going to tell you about 13 celebrations (12 holidays plus the category of Rosh Chodesh and the category of special Shabbats), which will be plenty long enough. Maybe I’ll write a super-niche passionate post about the minor fasts or modern holidays later, but today is not that day.

Usual disclaimers: I’m one me. The Jewish community is 14 million and super diverse. These are broad strokes and local tradition may vary. I operate from an American context and communal gathering/food sharing practices come from the Before Times (in some cases, the long before now times).

I’m going to go in the order of the Jewish calendar, instead of likelihood of celebration, and note the most popular ones as I go. Three general notes as well: I will be using the most common transliteration/translation of the Hebrew names, Jewish holidays (and days in general) start at sunset and operate on a separate calendar that fluctuates relative to the secular Gregorian calendar. The Hebrew dates are listed with the months they generally fall in on the Gregorian calendar. Holidays marked with an * will likely merit their own list at some point.

Additionally, how long many holidays last also varies depending on location. For some holidays (NOT fasts), diaspora (outside Israel) Jews celebrate an extra day for Jewish-diaspora-is-complicated-story-for-another-time reasons. I will note these holidays.

*Rosh HaShanah (Tishrei 1, September-October): Jewish new year (well, one of four, but for the purposes of our discussion today, the Jewish new year). 1a. Typically celebrated by synagogue attendance, consumption of foods that are sweet and/or round (or have heads, like fish heads). Longer services than normal Saturday morning services but not by much, even when combined with regular Shabbat services. Big time to gather with families for a large meal. 1b. Lots of blowing of shofars at specific times, shofars, which are cleaned and sometimes painted ceremonial ram’s horns (we’re operating on 1200 B.C.E. tech here). Some of us are very good at blowing the shofar. Some of us are assuredly not. 1c. One of the most common holidays to celebrate, part of the “High Holidays.” If your character is remotely observant or has a very Jewish family, they celebrate this holiday. 1d. One day in Israel, two in the diaspora.

Yom Kippur (Tishrei 10, September-October): The second holiday in the “High Holidays.” Yom Kippur is ten days after Rosh HaShanah, known as the “Days of Awe” (or the “Days of Repentance”). The Days of Awe, outside of orthodoxy and people who do prayers every day, aren’t really celebrated outside of asking people for forgiveness and tashlich (throwing away sins by yeeting small pieces of bread or other small foodstuffs into a pond). 2a. Yom Kippur is a 25 hour fast. Fasting on Yom Kippur means the following: No food. No water. Medication is typically okay (and most denominations are 100% okay with food/water necessary to accompany medication). No sex. This is usually extended to no sexual contact in general. No wearing of leather. You’ll see a lot of sneakers on Yom Kippur. No perfumes or lotions. Bathing/washing. This one is the one most people ditch. 2b. Jewish “adults” who are not health-impaired are expected to fast. Pregnant women, sick people, and the elderly explicitly get a choice and most of the former two do not fast. Lots of old folks do and have very strong opinions about it (I fast, but have gotten second-hand awkward watching a healthy 23-year-old explain why they aren’t doing so to an 89 year old survivor who is). There are young/healthy/not pregnant people who choose not to fast, but this is generally frowned upon. 2c. One day holiday regardless of location. Starts at beginning of sunset one day and ends at complete darkness (ideally with three stars in the sky) the next. Fasts are typically broken as a group over a large meal. 2d. It’s very likely that your Jewish character “celebrates” Yom Kippur and whether they fast or not is likely a point of contention with their family. 2e. There are a bunch of different services and they are usually heinously long. 2f. Shofars are also super important here. 2g. Wearing white is traditional in many communities. 2h. Napping is a popular way to pass the time, especially among less traditionally observant Jews.

*Sukkot (Tishrei 15-22, September-October): The Festival of Booths, basically the Jewish Harvest Festival. 3a. Fairly common to celebrate but not as much as the High Holidays, Passover, or Hannukah. 3b. Celebrated by building a Sukkah, which is an at-least-three-sided TEMPORARY structure with a natural roof (corn, leaves, bamboo) that you can see the stars through. People will eat and sleep in the Sukkah, and go “Sukkah hopping” to visit other families’ Sukkahs. 3c. In addition to regular guests, there is kabbalah and traditional mysticism that the a different guest from Jewish history will join you in the Sukkah each night, known as the Ushpizin. The Ushpizin Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses, Aaron, Joseph and David) are all male, and in the 20th century some Jews began the custom of honoring Ushpizot (female guests as well, adding Sarah, Miriam, Deborah, Hannah, Abigail, Hulda, and Esther (although some obscure lists of Ushpizot date back to the 15th century). 3d. Your Jewish character may not have a Sukkah. Their temple will have a communal one. 3e. It is customary to shake a lulav and etrog, also known as the four species. Three leaves and a citrus from specific plants are held together and shook in all six directions after the recitation of a prayer. I like to call this shake-the-plant, but it actually has a ton of different spiritual meanings traditionally ascribed to it. There is also a processional in synagogue with the lulav and etrog.

Shmeni Atzeret (Tishrei 22, September-October): In Israel, the one day after Sukkot and in the diaspora the last day of Sukkot and the day after. There are some extra prayers and it marks a seasonal shift in prayers pertaining to rain. Unless your character is particularly religious/observant, they aren’t going to do anything extra. This holiday’s functions were mostly relevant during the Temple Periods in ancient Israel.

*Simchat Torah (Tishrei 23, September-October): Simchat Torah celebrates the restarting of the Torah-reading cycle and overlaps with the second day of Shmeni Atzeret where there is a second day. Unlike in some other faiths where the congregation or leader generally chooses the text of the day, Jewish congregations are bound by the Parsha (portion) of the week for formal services/readings (as opposed to other forms of study). The 54 parshas are read over the course of the Jewish year, and the resetting of that cycle is Simchat Torah. In synagogues during services readings from from Torahs, which are large, heavy, physical scrolls. This is relevant during Simchat Torah particularly. 5a. Two days in the diaspora, one day in Israel. Intermediate level popularity. 5b. Seven hakafot (professionals) are performed by dancing around the synagogue while members alternate carrying the Torah. This is considered an honor. Simchat Torah is usually the only day all the Torahs are brought out (or at least the ones that are in good enough shape to be carried). Dancing is mixed outside of orthodoxy and separated within orthodoxy. Only Jewish adults are permitted to carry the Torah. Outside of orthodoxy this includes both men and women. Within some orthodox congregations, women-only circles will also include Torahs in their dancing. 5c. There are also smaller not-Torah-but-still-Holy scrolls and Torah-shaped-stuffies that children will sometimes carry and dance with. 5d. After the dancing, the final parsha is read aloud. This is the only time we read Torah at night (from the physical object Torah - we read books of the Torah in other forms at any hour). The scroll is then rolled back all the way to the first reading. Reading the first or last reading is a great honor.

*Hanukkah (Kislev 25 - Tevet 2, November-December): Hannukah celebrates the victory of the Maccabees over the political and cultural oppression of the ancient Greeks in the 160s B.C.E. After the victory of the priestly-class-turned-warrior-bros over their oppressors, the Maccabees found the Temple seriously wrecked, both on a physical and spiritual level. They wanted to rededicate the temple, but only found one itty-bitty little jar of oil for the Menorah (seven-branched candelabra in the Temple), enough for one day. They figured it was better than nothing, and immediately sent out for more oil, which took eight days. That was the miracle of the lights, and where the Hanukiyah (eight-branched variant of the Menorah) comes from since the oil for one day lasted eight. 6a. Hanukkah is an immensely popular eight day festival. 6b. Religiously, Hanukkah actually isn’t super important. Religiously-significant practices for the holiday are lighting a Hannukiyah, telling the story of Hanukkah, and eating greasy foods. 6c. There are approximately a shabillion ways to spell Hanukkah, it’s not just you. There are actually only two acceptable (really only one 100%) Hebrew spellings but transliteration is a bitch sometimes. 6d. Although not “Jewish Christmas” gifts on Hanukkah are a thing because of the proximity to Christmas. Hanukkah gifts as they now are are really a 1950s-forward thing because Jewish kids were starting to have Christian friends en-masse who were getting Christmas gifts at the same time a lot of the U.S. was experiencing an economic boom. Purim is actually the traditional gifting holiday. 6e. Related: Hanukkah parties are very popular, but much more cultural than religious. 6f. Dreidels have a weird AF history and their dubious origins (and half-dozen possible theories) truly merit their own post. In the U.S. they are played with chocolate coins or other not-money, elsewhere children frequently use their local equivalent of pennies instead.

Tu Bishvat (Shevat 15, February-March): The Jewish new year/birthday of the trees. Functions like a Jewish Earth day - planting trees is popular. Fresh fruits are consumed in celebration of what trees give us. Some more religious families also do a ceremonial meal, a Tu Bishvat seder, but most Jews don’t.

*Purim (Adar 14, February-March): Purim, an immensely popular holiday celebrates the survival of the Jews during the first exile period in the ancient kingdom of Persia. The text celebrates the strength of our community and the chutzpah of a Jewish woman, and is usually celebrated in practice like Jewish Halloween. 8a. The story really merits its own post, but the short of it is because shenanigans, antisemites, and booze-hound kings a Jewish lady named Hadassah became queen (hiding her Jewish identity and taking the Esther to do so), the king’s head advisor Haman wanted to kill-the-Jews-tm, Esther was able to prevent it by convincing the king that the Jews should be able to fight back, the Jews did so and won, Haman was executed, and Esther’s cousin/bestie Mordechai became the new advisor. [really, the full story is Hollywood-level drama, another post to come.] 8b. Communities gather together to do communal readings of the book of Esther (in Hebrew or the lingua franca), it’s only about 10 chapters and takes an hour or two. The megillah is read once in the night and once in the day. Technically there are several megillahs for different books/holidays, but Jews are usually referring to Megalilat Esther (the book of Esther) when they say the megillah, definitely so on Purim. 8c. Costumes are donned by adults and children alike, both inspired by the story and otherwise. This is in honor of the hiddenness in the story (with both Esther and some other stuff we don’t have time for today). Synagogues often hold costume contests as a small break between chapters. 8d. Readings get ROWDY. It’s customary to boo and make noise using little noisemakers when Haman’s name is said aloud, as with the names of his also Jew-hating sons (which are traditionally said in one breath). There are also certain lines of the megillah read out loud together. 8e. It is a mizvah to give gifts (typically of food) to friends as well as to charity on Purim (two separate mitzvahs). 8f. It’s also a mitzvah to have a big special meal. 8g. It’s a common misconception that it’s a mitzvah to get so lit on Purim you can’t tell the difference between Haman the wicked and Mordechai the blessed. It’s not a Mitzvah, but there is some commentary in the Talmud saying that, so while not a commandment, “get lit to honor the party king goy who vouched for us and also because Jewish history requires drinking sometimes” is a historically-rooted take. Consequently, it’s very popular to drink a lot on Purim. 8h. Purim is, for all of the above, immensely popular with both children and adults despite being dark AF. 8i. Purim is the last holiday in the Torah itself (Hannukah is after). 8j. Purim is a one-day holiday unless you’re in a walled city (long story).

*Passover (Nissan 15-22, March-April): Arguably the most important holiday, theologically. Passover celebrates the Exodus from Egypt. 9a. Families gather for Seders on the first night (Israel) and second night (Diaspora). The holiday is 7/8 days long and one of the most common to celebrate. In normal years it’s common for families to travel to have large gatherings together. 9b. In addition to regular kosher laws, “chametz” (basically leavened bread and bread-like things and most foods that bring joy). There are five grains that can make chametz, wheat, rye, barley, oats, and spelt. Some communities historically forbade other foods that could be mistaken for chametz, like the Ashkenazi forbiddance of kitanyot (legumes, rice, corn, certain seeds), although that was revoked/voted on to be not an official custom by nonorthodox denominations in the late 20th and early 21st centuries. 9c. Seders are ceremonial meals with 15 steps, including the actual meal itself. The quickest Seders run maybe an hour plus the meal. The longest can run upwards of 6-8, depending on the denomination, family, and customs. It almost goes without saying that there’s a lot of food and wine involved. 9d. In addition to be prohibited for consumption, Chametz cannot be possessed or consumed on Passover, so Jews clean out their houses of Chametz, and temporarily sell it to a gentile friend or family member for the duration of the holiday. 9e. Passover-specific hanger is very real, especially after the post-Seder food-coma wears off. Especially if you already have dietary restrictions and can’t just do a meat-fast. 9f. During the Seder, the story of Passover is gradually told from Moses to the plagues to the Exodus itself. It is a fairly interactive telling/ceremony and the specific rituals to different parts of the Seder merit their own post. 9g. Synagogues also hold Seders, but at-home ones are very common. Whose home to go to for the Seder is often a very political choice.

Lag BaOmer (Iyyar 18 for Ashkenazi, Iyyar 19 for Sephardi, May): The counting of the Omer is from the second day of Passover to Shavout. Passover is the leave from Egypt, Shavout is the getting of the Torah, the Omer is the in-between time. There are a bunch of restrictions during the Omer for long-story reasons, but haircuts, shaving, listening to instrumental music, weddings, parties, and dinners with dancing are forbidden during the Omer. Lag BaOmer, the 33rd day of this count, is the exception. 10a. Consequently, for Jews who are abstaining from the aforementioned things, Lag BaOmer is popular to do those things. 10b. Many Jewish schools and synagogues will have counting activities for kids and prizes if they can count all the way to Shavuot on their sticker chart or equivalent. 10c. One day regardless of location. 10d. Bonfires are a super popular activity, usually accompanied by feasts. 10e. Not as popular as some others.

Shavout (Sivan 6, May-June): Shavout celebrates the day Moses came down with the Torah and when the ancient Israelites in the desert formally chose to enter their covenant with God at Mount Sinai. It was also celebrated as an additional harvest festival in ancient times. 11a. Two days in the diaspora, one day in Israel. 11b. The “dairy holiday” because the Jews didn’t have any kosher meat and had just received the laws, including kosher. 12c. The book of Ruth is read on Shavout. There are several possible explanations, but the most popular is that she choose to be Jewish, just as the Jews did at Sinai. 12d. Torah studying all-nighters are traditional. 12e. Not as popular as some other holidays.

Rosh Chodesh (varies, 1st of every Hebrew month): There are 12 Hebrew months, except for leap years which have a second Adar. The first day of each month is known as Rosh Chodesh. It is unlikely your Jewish character does anything for it, unless they’re very religious, work at a synagogue, happen to be at shul anyways for another reason, or go to a Jewish school. If any of those are true, their prayers will have extra prayers (especially on Shabbat or another holiday). 12a. Rosh Chodeshes are traditionally women’s time/a moment set aside to honor women.

Special Shabbats (varies): There are eight special Shabbats scattered around the year right before or after a big holiday. Services are longer and special prayers are added, but unless your character goes to shul or is in another circumstance where they pray consistently, they likely won’t know/care/notice.

Some of these topics are also totally their own posts, but this is a general overview of the most important/common holidays and already super long!

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superworldunkown · 4 years ago

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Can you give me a hand?

I was so inspired by @miinagilberts cute little TikTok with MHA hand holding and Bakugou’s was very on brand. So, I took the idea of handholding, and ran with it

Summary: sweaty handholding by day keeps the night terrors away.

While your quirk was powerful and had its perks, it had one terrible drawback. Night terrors. Even the slightest use would cause your dreams to spiral into twisted images, and sleep was rare. That’s why you didn’t want to be a hero, or use it at all for that matter.

But, the more dangerous the world became, the more a quirk like yours was needed. Plus, you ended up having a small crush on a aspiring hero who seemed to be drawn to others with strong quirks so, what’s a few sleepless nights to impress a boy....oh to be 16 and foolish.

When Class 1-C began training with Class 1-A, you were put in positions where you could use your quirk and be of help to the hero course students. Putting your feelings aside, it felt good to be of help, and to have a quirk people called ‘cool’ or ‘powerful’ even. However with each training you’d end up awakening to your own screams or be so exhausted the following day you could barely focus. Everyone knew it when you’d join Mina and her friends for lunch with bags under your eyes that rivaled Aizawa.

“Geez! Are you sure you want to train with us today Y/N? I can tell Mr. Aizawa that you’re sick and I’ll get Momo to bring you some tea.” Kirishima was so wonderful.

“You look terrible.” Bakugou was...Bakguou.

“I’m fine. Perks of the quirk.” You groaned while cracking open a can of heavily caffeinated soda.

“I’ll add eye masks to our study session tonight!” Mina chimed in.

It was nice hanging out with the hero students, they inspired you to use your quirk, even though it had drawbacks. You helped people, even if you weren’t in hero training.

But, who knew the calloused, veiny, explosive hands of your crush rival would soon become the pacifier of your darkest dreams.

You never intended to hold hands with him. It was actually a pleasant accident. One day on a bus ride home after an exhausting day of training, you awoke from dream... a dream? No fucking way.

You lazily blinked your eyes a few times while looking around, “...that’s weird.”

“Hah?” Bakugou’s gruff voice filled your ears. The boy sat next to you, your bodies pressed close together, much to Bakuou’s liking annoyance.

“I didn’t have a night terror...I actually dreamt for once. And it was great!” You glanced down at your hand that was touching against Bakugou’s. No fucking way?

“I gotta say, I think you have a magic touch. I should nap next to you all the time.”

Of course, your sarcasm is what did the trick, and Bakugou immediately recoiled his hand and crossed his arms with a huff. His ears slowly becoming red, “Idiot, these hands’ll murder you next time you touch em!”

Shortly after the first experience there was that time that class 1A and 1C got together to watch movies. It was the teachers way of ‘integrating the classes for better team unity’, or whatever. Rings were starting to form under your eyes as you sat next to Mina with your blanket wrapped around you. And the movie genre tonight was perfect - horror! That way if you fell asleep and your night terrors left you screaming, you could blame it on the film.

As the movie carried on, you felt yourself fighting sleep. Your eyelids taking their time to reopen with each blink. It wasn’t until you heard an irritated sigh and your hand being snatched did you fully jolt awake, staring confused daggers towards the blondes direction.

“Just close your damn eyes already.”

“I thought your hands are only for murdering?”

You glanced down at your blanket that oh so conveniently covered their hand holding.

Even in the dark you could feel the heat brewing in the tips of his ears. But, your eyes softened, and eventually closed. Even though it was twenty minutes, it felt like a lifetime. And, despite Bakugou waking you up by violently retracting his hand from your grasp the moment the lights were turned on, the evening was almost perfect.

One night he called your phone, which was quite surprising because he was 100% that guy who barely responded to your texts, or verbal conversations for that matter.

“Huh?”

“Did I stutter?” He hated repeating himself, “You’re staying over tonight.”

“Bakugou, I don’t understand-”

“Stupid teacher giving us joint grades, I’m not letting your stupid quirk get me anything lower than a 110%! So get your shit and be here by 8!”

He hung up before you could even protest. And you knew he’d be the type to come find you if you didn’t comply. You began to think he was beginning to enjoy the idea of his hands being the one thing to help you sleep. You didn’t mind, if a good night sleep was at the cost of stroking his ego, so be it. The two of you laid as far apart as humanly possible, touching only at the fingertips. And when you awoke in the morning with your foreheads touching and limbs tangled over each other, the both of you silently agreed to never speak of it. But the sleep was wonderful.

And, despite the fact Aizawa didn’t offer extra credit, you did pass your spring semester with a combined score of 108%.

The next time you held his hand was summer; the two of you and the rest of the first years were on a simple rescue mission that turned into a bit of a stakeout. You had been keeping watch for most of the night, and now it was time to switch shifts, and low and behold the explosion hero in training himself was next on duty.

The two of you sat back to back, your eyes becoming heavy with fatigue from using your quirk, his arms bruised from the use of his own. You knew the moment you closed your eyes you’d be plagued by the most terrible things, and you had almost thought you were dreaming when your fingers gingerly touched over his hands and he didn’t move.

“I wont drool on you.” You spoke softly, “promise.”

“You always drool.” He responded eyes facing forward. You couldn’t see Him but you could feel the smirk that was growing across his face. But, when his shoulder slouched ever so slightly, giving you the perfect position to lean your head back, you smiled and rested your eyes.

You weren’t sure what time or day it was the next time he held your hand. Actually you didn’t even know where you were; the last time you had any sort of sense you were watching several pieces of debris fall around you. But now, the walls were in place, and the room was pristine white. Your body ached in the hospital bed you were resting on.

And when you tried to maneuver yourself upright, you found your hand tightly stuck in place underneath Bakugou’s cheek. The boy was leaned over your hospital bed from the adjacent chair, sleeping peacefully at your side, his arms folded on top of one another in a makeshift pillow. A red eye slowly opened, widening a bit at your awakened face,

“I knew you were nearby, I was having the best dream.”

He rolled his eye and slowly closed it, grumbling something before settling back into his own slumber. You kept your hand beneath his, it wasn’t looking like he was going to give it back anytime soon.

One Saturday on a day off from classes the group decided to travel into the city to do some shopping. Everyone needed a bit of ‘normal teenage things’ after the hellish months of villain attacks and finals. As you all were walking along the sidewalk admiring the view or deep in conversation, Bakugou reached for your hand.

“What?” You joked while staring at him, “Tying to put me to sleep or something?”

“Hah, I can’t hold your fucking hand when you’re awake?” Despite his harsh tone, you could sense the timidness behind his words. He stared at the group before asking, in a much softer tone, “Wanna grab food er somethin’?”

Your gave him a gentle squeeze, “Katsuki, I’ve been dreaming about this moment all year.”

And the two of you broke apart from the group down a different road, hand in hand.

#bakugou katsuki #mha #bakugou fanfiction #bakugo #bakugou headcanons #hand holding #bnha

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girlactionfigure · 4 years ago

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The Heroic Pilot

Stayed cool under pressure

Captain Reginald Levy was piloting Sabena Flight 571 when it was hijacked by terrorists in 1972. His extraordinary calmness and courage under pressure saved the lives of his passengers.

Reginald was born in Portsmouth, England and served in the Royal Air Force during World War II. He survived intense enemy fire while bombing Hamburg and Berlin. He was awarded a Distinguished Flying Cross for his heroism.

After the war, Reginald kept flying, first with AirIndia and later with Sabena, a Belgian airline. May 8, 1972 was Reginald’s 50th birthday and he wanted to do something special. He was scheduled to fly from Brussels to Lod airport in Israel, with a stop in Vienna, and he invited his wife Dora to join the flight and they’d have a special dinner in Tel Aviv, a foodie mecca then and now.

There were 90 passengers on Sabena flight 571 and the beginning of the flight was uneventful. Dora was enjoying the perks of first class and the airline was cruising at 30,000 feet when the unthinkable happened. Twenty minutes after taking off from Vienna, Palestinian terrorists wearing stocking masks broke into the cockpit with firearms and a grenade. In the main cabin, two female terrorists with explosive belts told the passengers they’d blow up the whole plane if their demands were not met. They went row by row through the plane to identify Jewish passengers, then separated the Jews and sent them to huddle together in the back of the plane.

In the cockpit, one terrorist put a gun to Reginald’s neck while the other held a grenade to the co-pilot’s face. Reginald had a dry sense of humor (he was Jewish and British) and refused to panic. He made an announcement over the intercom which was startling in its calmness. “As you can see,” Reginald told the passengers, “we have friends aboard.”

The terrorists, part of the Black September group, threatened to blow up the plane unless 317 Palestinian prisoners were released from Israeli jails. Amazingly, even with a gun to his head, Reginald was able to send a coded message to Israel flight control letting them know what was going on. He also got word to the flight crew not to let anybody know his wife was on board.

In Israel, defense minister Moshe Dayan kicked into high gear. It was arranged that the plane would land at a remote airfield in the dead of night while negotiators communicated with the terrorists. Once the plane landed, Israeli and Belgian authorities disagreed about the next step. The Belgians, desperate to save the passengers, wanted to offer a large ransom to the terrorists but Moshe Dayan absolutely vetoed the capitulation. As the plane sat on the tarmac, two saboteurs sent by Dayan secretly snuck under the plane, disabled the plane’s hydraulics and deflated the tires.

Once the hijackers realized the plane was disabled, they announced they were going to blow everybody up and started kissing each other goodbye. Reginald calmly reassured them that the prisoners would be released. He de-escalated the situation and spent the entire night talking with the hijackers, desperately trying to keep them engaged and prevent them from using any of their weapons. He later remembered, “I talked about everything under the sun, from navigation to sex.”

The next morning, the hijackers sent Reginald into the airport terminal with samples of their explosives to prove their deadly intent. He gave Dayan detailed descriptions of where the hijackers were on the plane, and where the black purses with the bombs were. Reginald went back into the plane and informed the hijackers that Dayan had agreed to free the prisoners. He said some mechanics were going to look at the engine and that once the plane was fixed, they were free to fly to Cairo.

Onboard the plane, the heat was stifling, and Reginald persuaded the terrorists to crack open the emergency doors. Meanwhile, two trucks arrived carrying 18 “mechanics” in white overalls. In fact, these men were members of the elite Sayeret Matkal commando unit, led by Major Ehud Barak. They climbed onto the wings and burst onto the plane. With the information Reginald had given them, the commandos killed both male terrorists less than 10 seconds after entering the plane. There was return fire from the terrorists, which wounded six passengers (sadly, one of them later died.) One of the commandos was injured as well – Benjamin Netanyahu, the current prime minister of Israel. Within a minute both female hijackers were neutralized.

Throughout the ordeal, Reginald was determined that the hijackers shouldn’t know that the woman in 1C was his wife, so he and Dora were not able to communicate with each other at all. They did have a belated birthday dinner in Tel Aviv the next night – with Prime Minister Golda Meir.

After the hijacking, members of Black September threatened Reginald and his family, and he had to leave the UK for several years, moving to South Africa. Eventually he returned to England to retire. Reginald Levy died in Dover in 2005 at age 88.

For saving the passengers of Sabena flight 571, we honor Reginald Levy as this week’s Thursday Hero.

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cheeriecherry · 4 years ago

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The Dogma Of Childhood Friends [2/4]

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Part 2/4

It’s been months since you and Hitoshi last spoke. In the beginning, you’d chalked it up to him being disappointed about the hero course, and not knowing how to react. You’d seen him in the hallways at school, and tried to talk to him.

You know, to extend the metaphorical olive branch.

But every time you were left hanging, with him pushing past you, turning away, or just flat out ignoring you.

It crossed your mind that he might be jealous, but you discarded the thought as quickly as it came. Hitoshi wasn’t that kind of person, and even if he was, it wasn’t enough to warrant his actions.

And, somehow, said actions only worsened when the students moved into the dorms. Any time you’d see your best friend -in the hallways, on campus- he’d turn on his heel and start walking in another direction. Despite him being your oldest friend, he was making it very easy to be annoyed with him.

It was to the point where even your classmates started noticing.

“So,” Mina began one morning, sidling up to your desk, “what’s with you and the purple haired guy?”

“Huh?” Maybe if you played dumb, she’d leave it alone.

Uraraka turned around in her seat and regarded you with a smile. “I think she means Shinsou,” she clarified, “and I’ve been wondering the same thing! He avoids you like the plague. Were you guys rivals in middle school, or something?”

You fidget with one of your pencils. You supposed it wasn’t really a secret, what had happened. You weren’t ashamed or scared to tell anyone. They’d just...never asked? Maybe.

“Well…” and yet saying it out loud was still difficult.

“We’ve...actually been best friends since we were little. Our classmates used to pick on him because of his quirk, y’know? I stood up for him, the day we met, and it turned out that we had a lot in common. The rest is history.”

Mina cooed softly beside you, her eyes alight with mischief. “That’s adorable!”

“But it doesn’t explain why he ignores you,” Uraraka pointed out.

You sighed.

“Fine, fine. We applied to Yuuei together, hoping to get into the hero course. When he found out I was in 1A, and he was in the general studies department...he kinda just...stopped talking to me.”

Your two friends stare at you, the beginnings of anger blossoming on their faces.

“I still send him texts from time to time,to let him know what’s going on, but he never replies. Always leaves me on read.” You had hoped to placate the situation, but your words only seemed to make it worse.

Mina stands up tall, and crosses her arms. “You still consider him your best friend?! Why?”

You shrug. “Of course. Whatever he’s going through, whatever he’s feeling, I’m not giving up on him so easily. He’sprobably got it in his stupid purple head that he’s not good enough for me, or something. I won’t let our friendship die just because he’s being a dumbass about it.”

Uraraka looks sad beside you. “That doesn’t make it okay for him to treat you the way he is.”

“I know,” you say, “and I won’t pretend it doesn’t, like, hurt or anything, but friendships can be complicated. Especially when negative feelings come into play…”

Mina looks like she has a whole lot to say, but is cut off by Mr. Aizawa sauntering into the classroom, so she takes her seat instead.

Halfway through the lesson, Uraraka passes a note back to you;

‘If you still care about him, make a gesture that will mean a lot to him. Maybe he feels bad for what he’s done, and doesn’t know how to apologize.’

A grand gesture, huh?

You think on it for the rest of class. You’ll have to consult Mina on it later.

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‘Later’ turned out to never come.

After classes had finished for the day, you’d rushed back to the dorms to prepare the idea you’d had during English. It was a little corny, but you’d decided that a small gift and an uplifting note would be perfect for Hitoshi. It was unassuming and personal, but more than a few simple texts.

You doubted he’d accept it from you directly, though, even if you could manage to hunt him down. No, instead you waited until most of the other students had gone to bed, and then sneaked out to drop the parcel on the 1C dorms doorstep. Addressed to ‘Shinsou’, of course.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you realized your mistake.

“Y/N, did you hear?!” Mina practically dove on you the moment you entered the classroom. “That Shinsou guy has a secret admirer! Someone left a present for him in the dead of night, and one of his classmates found it this morning!”

You felt like your stomach had been filled with rocks.

“Mina…” you groaned, “that was me!”

“You have a crush on him?!”

“No!” you retaliated, voice squeakier than you would have liked it to be. No, there was no way you had a crush on him. Not a chance.

Unless.

No. No way.

You realize Mina is staring at you curiously, so you make haste and explain the genius plan you’d had last night. The peace offering gift, the uplifting note, the midnight drop off.

“I guess I forgot to sign my name on the note…”

Uraraka pats your shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, maybe it’s better this way. Shinsou might be more likely to accept your gifts if he doesn’t know they’re from you.”

You hide your face in your arms, sinking deeper into your seat. “That completely defeats the point, though. He’s supposed to know they’re from me. What if…”

...what if he thinks they’re from someone else? What if he wants them to be from someone else?

You couldn’t place why the thought left such a sour taste in your mouth. The thought of him wanting someone else, someone besides you…

“Oh my god!” you groaned, gripping at your hair and tugging. “Mina, you’re right! I like him! As more than a friend!”

Both girls attempt to soothe you, trying their best to calm your overwhelmed nerves.

There was no way you could do this.You had to keep giving him gifts, had to keep showing you cared! But now, the thought of him finding out you were behind everything? You could practically see the look of utter disappointment on his face, having expected the trinkets and letters to have been from a pretty classmate, instead.

Not you. Never you.

“Everyone, take your seats, and open your textbooks to page thirty.”

You glance up just in time to see Mr. Aizawa bumble into the room, and begrudgingly do as you’re told.

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You decide to actually consult your friends that evening, instead of going ham with a plan you thought was good. You were bent on making sure you didn’t make any more dumb mistakes with the next gift to Hitoshi.

“I gave him licorice snaps shaped like cats yesterday, so I was thinking tonight I might go with something cute? I found a cat figurine dressed as All Might the other day, so I had to buy it. He might get a laugh out of it.”

On the floor beside you, Momo smooths the pleats in her skirt. “I think that’s a sweet idea. It’s small and simple, but I bet he’ll smile when he sees it.”

“You should do it,Y/N!”

“Yeah!”

You nod as the girls around you cheer you on. “Alright! I’ll do it! And this time, I’ll make sure to leave the note anonymous on purpose!”

The four of you giggle a bit.

It takes about twenty minutes to find the necessary wrappings for the gift, and another ten for you to decide what to write in the note.

“I don’t really want to be over the top,” you say, “he’s not on for dramatics, but he likes honesty.”

Mina reads over the several discarded notes on the floor, wincing at how choppy and blocky they were. “Why don’t you go with something personal that he’s done for you, or something about how he makes you feel?”

You chew on the end of your pen. “That could work. How about this: You’ve inspired me every day to work hard in achieving my goals. I know that one day, you and I will be great heroes!”

The pink haired girl quickly snatches the note out of your hand, folding the paper into a heart and depositing it in the gift box. “It’s perfect,” she assures, “raw and to the point, as a love note should be.”

You feel your face heat up at that, but say nothing to disregard her.

“All right, I’m going to go drop this off, but if anyone asks, I’m just getting some air.”

----

Over the next week, you continue to drop off little presents in front of Hitoshi’s dorm. Every night, it was harder and harder to get the parcel into place, the students of 1C staking out the doorway until the wee hours of the morning.

It was when you almost got caught that you realized you couldn’t keep this up. Which eventually found you at your desk on friday evening, writing your final letter.

‘Thank you for being a good sport about all this, it’s been fun to show you even a fraction of my appreciation for you. But I’m not ready to tell you who I am yet, and it’s been difficult to sneak around (though I guess it was good practice for stealth missions, huh?). Even though my gifts will stop, know that there is someone out there who loves you as you are, and admires so many things about you. By the way, congrats on officially getting into the hero course next year!’

You carefully fold the piece of paper and slide it into an envelope. Hopefully it’ll be easier to stash away than a whole gift would. You at least hoped it didn’t get overlooked.

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The following Monday, you wake up late. Having worried all weekend about whether or not your letter was received, you’d not slept particularly well.

Thankfully, you arrived to class before the final bell, but you were certainly frazzled by the time you stepped into the classroom.

Immediately, all eyes were on you.

“What?” you ask, “I’m not late, so don’t scold me.”

A couple of the girls break out in giggles. “That’s not it at all!”

“I guess Shinsou’s secret admirer gave other people ideas!”

“Y/N has a secret admirer now too!”

You felt your face heat up, pure disbelief bubbling up in your chest.

“What?!” you exclaim, louder than intended. You all but run to your desk, almost tripping over Uraraka’s bag. Sure enough, there, on the small tabletop, is a small box with your name on it, wrapped in a pastel version of your favourite colour.

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #reader insert #bnha x reader #bnha #mha x reader #mha #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x you #hitoshi x you #shinsou hitoshi x you #childhood friends au

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joochansimp · 4 years ago

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Wanted | Chapter 1

> synopsis: a ‘vampire knight’ inspired fic in which the human reader goes to a prestigious university, home to both humans and vampires. she catches the attention of a group of vampires and chaos ensues. > genre: fantasy, angst, fluff, uni, very crack & au. also very indulgent lol > pairing: readerxjuyeon, readerxrowoon, readerxseonghwa, readerxjaehyun (it is complicated... KJSDHFKSJ) (also more pairings/characters might be added later) > warnings: descriptions of blood, mild wounds, memory loss, manipulative behaviour sometimes. > words: 3.5k

You took a deep breath as you entered the building that would be your home for the next seven years of your life. Your stomach was filled with excited jitters, though a part of you was anxious. You didn’t really know what you were in for—everything you knew about Sagong Academy, and many other private academies of the sort, was that it was prestigious and that a lot of freshly graduated highschoolers from all over the world wanted to get in. You also knew that it was dangerous. How could it not be when the school was home to vampires?

You hadn’t met a lot of vampires in your life. Statistically, most vampires got turned between the age of 18 and 30, so you had never gone to school with one. There wasn’t a way of telling whether someone was a vampire or not, since they were able to walk around in the sunlight and physically looked the same as humans if they chose to, so unless they openly showed their nature, they were disguised.

When you stepped into the school building, however, you realised it was going to be very easy to keep the humans and vampires apart.

‘’You must be one of the first years,’’ a cheerful boy beamed at you as he walked over, holding out a folder. You nodded and took it, already taken aback by his demanding presence. He was wearing an all-white uniform: neat dress pants that were cuffed at the bottom, a white dress shirt, a white blazer and white shoes. The only things that weren’t white were his tie and some lined details on his uniform, which were a soft, warm orange. The girl next to him was wearing a uniform that was mostly the dark grey color of the boy’s tie, with a grey skirt, shirt, blazer and shoes, including the lined details that mimicked the boy’s uniform. Her stockings were the only fully white items, each having two orange lines at the top.

‘’I’m Changmin, second year student representative of the human house. This is Gahyeon, she’s the second year representative of the vampire house. If you have any questions, we’re the ones you can talk to. What is your name?’’ he asked, looking down at a clipboard as he waited for your answer.

‘’Y/N,’’ you told him, quickly getting used to his fast paced and quirky presence.

‘’Ah, right here,’’ he said with a smile as he crossed your name off of the list.

‘’You’ve been paired up with Lee Jeno, table fifteen in the auditorium,’’ he said, pointing his pen to the left.

‘’Thank you,’’ you smiled at him, then made your way to the auditorium. You already knew the school was wealthy, but seeing the grand building in all its glory, both on the outside and inside, made it all the more real. Golden details on the walls and furniture, marble floors, and the three story high ceiling in the auditorium all showed off how exclusive the school was.

Rows and rows of tables were situated in the large room, and you walked around as you looked at the golden rimmed disks with numbers on the tables. At table number fifteen a dark haired boy sat, who was looking around, looking like he was carrying around about the same amount of nerves as you were. You walked over and cleared your throat, and as you caught his attention he got up from his seat.

‘’Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m supposed to sit at this table with you,’’ you introduce yourself, bowing at the boy. He quickly got up and bowed back, a friendly smile on his face.

‘’Nice to meet you, I’m Jeno,’’ he replied, sitting back down, and you sit next to him.

‘’This place sure is big, isn’t it?’’ he said as you both looked around the room.

‘’Definitely,’’ you agreed, your gaze falling on the back of the room, where a low stage was situated. Some people, whom you assumed were teachers, were standing on it, talking to each other as they waited for all the first years to arrive. You weren’t much of a talker and it seemed like Jeno wasn’t either, which suited you just fine. You preferred to get adjusted to a place and new people before completely opening yourself up, so you took this time to take a good look at the people around you. They were all either wealthy, or scholarship students like yourself, you assumed.

At exactly 9:00 the doors to the auditorium closed, and the staff gathered on the stage. You recognised Changmin and Gahyeon among them. A man stepped up to the microphone, which stood in the center of the stage, and the sound of people talking died down.

‘’Welcome to Sagong Academy. On behalf of the staff, we hope that you will find your stay here educational, enlightening and comfortable. If you have any questions after today’s introductory gathering, please do not hesitate to ask our student representatives,’’ the man said, motioning to a group of six students, including Changmin and Gahyeon. ‘’During your first lessons tomorrow, you will be introduced to them on a more personal level.’’

The speech was long, though anything but boring. Classes were divided between day and night. Vampires didn’t really need to stay inside during the day, but their nightly lifestyle was what worked and what was most convenient. The day and night classes would be mixed during breakfast and dinner—as vampires did in fact eat ‘’regular’’ food next to drinking blood—and during leisure time. During lunch however, night class students would be catching sleep, whereas when you went to bed at night, that’s when the night students would have their classes and their respective lunch. More small details about how things went around the academy were told, until the principal started to call out students’ names, and the dorms they would be staying in.

‘’If you would please follow the student representatives to the dorms. Classes start tomorrow morning at 8:00. Once again, welcome to Sagong Academy.’’

Everyone started clapping, then the murmur of excited students took over. You got up at the same time as Jeno did and you made your way to the groups that were forming.

‘’I’ll see you around,’’ Jeno said to you, to which you smiled in reply and nodded.

‘’Yes, seeya.’’

You walked to the girl who was holding a card that said ‘’1C’’ on it, which was the dorm number that the principal had mentioned when he called your name. You joined the group of girls and waited until the student representative started to walk out of the auditorium. Your group followed, the exited murmurs still hovering in the air, as you walked through the building to the west wing. The girls around you were talking way too excitedly to pay any attention to you, which, once again, suited you just fine.

You arrived at the dorm with the 9 other girls in your group, and gathered around the student representative.

‘’My name is Yoohyeon and I’m a fourth year student of the vampire house,’’ the student representative introduced herself.

‘’You’ll share this dorm room among the ten of you, the main common room out there is used by all human students, though you are allowed to spend your free time anywhere else in the building, except for the vampire dorm rooms. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.’’

She continued talking about practical things, like the school uniforms—which were apparently waiting for you on your bed, and information about classes. Your attention really got caught when she started talking about the feeding procedure.

‘’We have to what now?’’ one of the girls piped up.

‘’Donate your blood,’’ Jayeon repeated without blinking. ‘’Humans donate their blood to the vampire students, no less than once a month, no more than two times a week. Only closely monitored and safe amounts at a time, of course. You can decide how many times you want to do it. If you have medical issues, arrangements can be made, of course. You can speak to the school nurse about that.’’

You had heard about donating blood, though a part of you always thought it was just a rumor. Having it confirmed like this made you even more nervous than you already were. The other girls once again broke into excited whispers, and after Yoohyeon took her leave, you picked a bed and unpacked your luggage. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to not feel too homesick. The next few years sure were going to be interesting.

‘’Ah, fresh blood.’’

Juyeon joined Rowoon by the window, both young males now looking down at the groups of first year humans spreading around the courtyard. It was rare to see vampires out and about during the day, simply because most didn’t like to surround themselves with potential triggers. And also because many felt like they were above humans.

‘’Anyone caught your attention yet?’’

‘’Not really. We’ll see, though, once donations start. Think you’ll become a regular this year?’’ Rowoon asked him in return.

‘’Nah, I’m sticking to synthetic for now,’’ Juyeon shook his head. ‘’You know I’m not good at selfcontrol.’’

Rowoon just chuckled softly in return. He remembered all too well how Juyeon had nearly sucked a poor girl dry during one of his first donation sessions. After that the school nurse urged him to switch to synthetic blood for the time being, so he could get used to blood before he learned to control his thirst. Most vampires learned within a few months of transitioning how to resist taking more blood than they needed, but some required a little (or a lot) more time and effort than that.

‘’Well I’m not sticking to synthetic—I can’t wait to try out the newcomers,’’ San smirked as he joined the two older students by the window.

‘’You know it’s going to be at least a few weeks before you get to feed from the vein, right?’’ Rowoon arched an eyebrow at the newborn vampire.

‘’Sure, but it’ll fly by,’’ he said optimistically.

They turned as the door to their common room opened and one of the student representatives entered the room.

‘’Ah, Jaehyun. How was the introduction?’’ Rowoon asked, now walking away from the window.

‘’Interesting. I spotted a few potential recruits, but we’ll have to see,’’ he said with a light shrug.

‘’How about donors? Any with good scents?’’ San pressed, clearly still in the first phase of vampirism, when the hunger was at its peak.

‘’A couple exceptional ones,’’ Jaehyun confirmed with a nod. ‘’I’m sure there will be an argument or two about who gets to request who during donations.’’

Though not usual, it was possible for vampires to request specific humans for blood donations. Since different vampires had different tastes and every human student had to donate blood, there was always plenty of blood for all vampires, but some of the night class students had developed preferences. As some students chose to become vampires after their first year, like San had, some vampires had to make do with the remaining humans and newcomers.

‘’Will your fourth year finally be there year where you drink human blood, too?’’ San asked Jaehyun.

‘’No human blood for me,’’ Jaehyun replied with a shake of his head.

‘’Why not, you were the only one who didn’t struggle when that human girl got a bloody nose in the courtyard last school year,’’ San inquired.

‘’That’s exactly why; I don’t need to satisfy my craving. Synthetic blood works for me and I prefer not to tempt myself when I don’t have to.’’

‘’So mature of you,’’ Seonghwa noted, who had been leaning against one of the many windows in the room, listening to the conversation. Jaehyun chuckled softly at his remark, knowing that the blonde vampire was just teasing him, which was confirmed by the smile on Seonghwa’s lips.

‘’You should try it some time, you might like it.’’

‘’I highly doubt that,’’ Seonghwa said, turning up his nose at the idea of giving up real human blood to the synthetic crap that Jaehyun and Juyeon drank.

‘’Anyway, if you want to get rest before classes tonight, this is the moment,’’ Rowoon announced as he walked to the room of his dorm. Though vampires didn’t really need to sleep, or eat regular food for that matter, both of these things helped with suppressing their ultimate craving for human blood, so most vampires spent a few hours a day resting in bed at least.

‘’I should. See you guys tonight,’’ Juyeon said, following Rowoon to the spiral staircase that led up to the different dorm rooms..

‘’Boring,’’ San sighed, flopping down on the black leather couch in the middle of the sitting area.

‘’Don’t be a baby. Things will soon get interesting around here,’’ Seonghwa said with a wink, before averting his gaze to the courtyard. Very interesting.

‘’Welcome to your first class at Sagong Academy. I am your homeroom teacher, as well as your Ethics teacher, Mrs. Byeon. Please do not hesitate to ask any questions, should you have any.’’

‘’When will we start having to give blood donations?’’ someone asked immediately. You could see that Mrs. Byeon was ticked off by the sudden question, even though she just said questions were welcome, from the slight clench of her jaw.

‘’Actually, your first ones will be made today. You’ll be escorted to the donation wing by one of the student representatives assigned to this class shortly.’’

Even though the subject had been touched upon several times now, nobody had explained how the blood donations actually worked. Did you simply have to sit in a chair while a nurse stuck a needle in your arm so a vampire could suck the blood out of you with a straw?

You shook your head, trying to practically shake the image out of your head, as it made your skin crawl.

When Changmin entered the class with his signature smile on his face, Mrs. Byeon dismissed the class. You grabbed your bag and got up, following the second year student with the rest of your classmates. It was nice walking around the building, as it helped you get to know the place better, though you were sure that you would get lost at some point. You noticed that not only did the human students’ uniforms differ from the vampire uniforms, yours being white and theirs grey, but the lined details came in different colors too.

“They represent what year you’re in. Mine are orange, for second years. Yours are red, which means first years. Third years are yellow, fourth years green, and so forth, all up until the seventh year,” Changmin explained, looking back over his shoulder after you had asked him about it.

‘’Here we are,’’ Changmin said, entering a large room. In the middle of the room stood a large desk, behind which three school nurses were working. Throughout the room were white leather couches with soft looking pillows, some of which were occupied by other human students. Along the left wall of the room were five doors, all of which were closed, and all with a bright red light bulb above them.

‘’Those are the rooms in which the donations take place. If the light bulb is on, it means that the room is being used. The nurses will tell you when it’s time for you to enter a room. You can choose to keep the light on or off inside the room, depending on what makes you the most comfortable. A vampire will bite your neck—don’t worry, their teeth are so sharp you’ll hardly feel anything—and with the use of a blood pressure monitor the school nurse will be able to keep track of your health. Though don’t worry, vampires know exactly when to stop and most choose to do so before it gets unpleasant.’’

You wondered why he would include that last bit of information, as it instantly made you nervous, but you realised that he probably had to mention it as a disclaimer.

‘’The most important thing is to relax. You’ll get used to it, and after a while it’s nothing to be nervous about at all.’’

As you waited, you watched some of the students coming out of the donation rooms. They looked fine, as far as you could tell. They all had a small band aid stuck to their neck, and the nurses handed each of them either a piece of fruit or a cookie, to get their blood sugar level up again.

Seeing the students act so ordinary after giving blood, you felt a little bit calmer. There was nothing to worry about, surely if this was a normal thing here at school, accidents were unusual. Right?

You were about to tap Changmin on the shoulder to ask whether a student had ever died during a donation session, when one of the nurses called your name.

‘’Door number two, please,’’ she smiled, motioning to the second door on the left. You gulped and got up, smoothing out your white skirt, and made your way to the door. You opened it and slowly stepped inside. The room was smaller than you expected, though not any less beautiful that the other areas you had been to so far. There was another door on the wall across from you, the doorframe and knob the same shining gold as everywhere else in the building. In the middle of the square room was a comfortable looking stool with a rich red cushion on it. A small table on the side held a small bottle of water, a few band aids, a wristband of some sort and what seemed to be an instruction card on it. You stepped up to the table and picked up the card.

Please drink at least a small amount of water before donating.

Please place the wristband around your wrist firmly, though not so firm that it cuts off your circulation. The light on the wristband should be green.

When you are ready, please press the red button next to the door frame.

Please take a seat on the stool (facing the door you entered through) and await instructions.

You put the card down and took the bottle of water. You weren’t sure what a few sips of water would do for the blood donating experience, but it helped a little bit to calm your nerves. You took a few gulps, then put the bottle down again and took the wristband. You put it around your wrist, then tightened it so that it sat comfortably against your skin. After a few seconds a small green light on the wristband lit up. So far so good.

You looked at the red button next to the door you entered through, and hesitantly pressed it. You then stepped to the stool and climbed up on it, sitting with your back towards the other door. You took a deep breath and waited for the instructions.

‘’Please choose: lights, on or off,’’ a slightly robotic voice asked you. You hesitated. You weren’t afraid of the dark—you were actually pretty comfortable in it. Though did you really want an unknown vampire feeding from you for the first time in the dark?

‘’Please choose: lights, on or off,’’ the voice asked you again.

What was worse, being fed on by someone while being able to see their face, or not?

‘’Off,’’ you decided, still unsure of your decision. Right now, you’d rather not be confronted with the face of the person who would have your life in their hands for the next few minutes, and having to face them afterwards around school. Especially since you didn’t know whether you would freak out or not. What if it hurt and you screamed? What if they didn’t stop when you started to get dizzy?

The light turned off and you nearly held your breath awaiting what would happen next. A small amount of light entered the room as the door behind you opened and someone entered. The door closed again and you were engulfed in darkness. You expected someone to greet you, or at least say something to indicate that they were there, but it remained quiet. Your body tensed and your heartbeat quickened. They surely wouldn’t just bite you out of the blue, would they? Not only would that be rude, but it would undoubtedly ruin the whole experience for you, scaring you for each and every following time you had to donate—

Your train of thoughts got cut off when you felt someone brush your hair to the side, gently pushing it over your left shoulder, exposing the right side of your neck. You shivered lightly at the sudden touch, even though it was ever so soft. You could feel the person behind you inch closer and… you could have sworn that they sniffed at you.

The tip of their nose brushed lightly against your exposed skin, making you shiver once again. Your heart was beating rapidly and they had hardly even touched you yet.

‘’Hmm…’’ the person hummed softly, the first thing they had said to you at all, if you could even call it ‘saying’ anything.

‘’Nice to meet you, princess.’’

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workingforitallthetime · 3 years ago

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If one were interested in learning more about the USNTDP boys, where would that person turn? Are there any primers, seminal texts, etc you recommend? Thank you!!

oh boy oh boy oh boy! a chance to compile so many links that i have been helplessly texting my pals for the last eight months as i fell all the way down this rabbit hole!

first, let's define our terms. by "the USNTDP boys," i assume we are referring to the core members of the USNTDP class of 2019, most of whom were drafted in the first round in 2019 and also formed the core of the 2021 team usa world juniors gold medal squad. theirs is considered to be the best class the NTDP has ever produced, and also a uniquely close and fun group.

to my knowledge there is no single picture of all eight key dudes in this pack. this one comes close, or this one. or this video, which captures the group dynamic as well as anything. also, the night of their draft they had a karaoke party and wore each other's jerseys. (god, look at trevor and cole and jack's expressions in that first pic, just daring you to question them.)

if you want to get more of a feel for the group dynamic, just read their commentary on pretty much any one of their instagram posts. this podcast, in which the interviewers ask cole, turcs, and trevor to describe each of their teammates in one word, is also seminal. for example:

interviewer: matt boldy? trevor: quirky. interviewer: he said you were dumb. trevor: ok, i'm gonna say he's a little chubby then.

here's a quick summary and some links for everybody. i'm gonna focus on material that is relevant to the group dynamic, so this should not be considered a comprehensive primer on any of these individuals. but please know i am happy to expound further on anything mentioned below.

trevor zegras: westchester county prep school rich kid, drafted ninth overall by the ducks, one-and-done at boston university. trevor is cocky, charismatic, and creative. his prep school coach called him dennis the menace. he is incapable of sitting still. he looks like an absolute idiot at all times, and he is fully aware of that and does not mind it a bit. he is my favorite.

cole caufield: wisconsin native, drafted 15th by the habs, spent two years at wisconsin. absolutely shattered the NTDP record for career goals. you are probably aware of his pretty impressive rookie showing in the playoffs. he is always smiling and he has the kind of confidence you can only get away with if you're short. asked to describe cole, the only word matt boldy could think of is cute.

alex turcotte: suburban chicago kid, drafted fifth overall by the kings, one-and-done at wisconsin. nothing ever seems to go right for turcs. he was drafted higher than everyone else except jack but stalled in the AHL while they all made their NHL debuts. he was the 1C of the future, and then the kings drafted quinton byfield a year later. he was supposedly the next best center after jack, and then trevor outshone him at world juniors. fiercely competitive and maybe even more driven than most to play through injury. was in charge of the aux cord in the ntdp locker room.

spencer knight: connecticut native, drafted 13th by the florida panthers, spent two years at boston college. he's your typical goalie, weird and hyper-focused, like carter hart if carter hart was an east coast prep school bro. trevor and spencer went to avon old farms together before the ntdp.

matt boldy: another boston-area boy, drafted 12th by the wild, spent two years at boston college. boldy is the serious, quirky one. he and cole got very into bowling. the running joke is that he has a dad bod. trevor adores him.

cam york: socal roller boy, drafted 14th by the flyers, played two years at michigan. these dudes all voted cam to be their captain. turcs is awed by his hockey smarts. extremely into fishing, seems even more bro-y than the rest of them. has ginger hair that stands straight up every time he tries to grow it out, and thighs that i spend a completely normal amount of time thinking about.

patrick moynihan: boston-area native, drafted in the sixth round by the devils, currently of providence college. pat is important because he is everybody's favorite. here is a video of jack convincing the devils to draft pat. the naked fondness on his face should be illegal.

jack hughes: thanks to jack going 1OA, you can google plenty of material about him, so i'm not gonna bother to summarize. jack was the only one of these guys to skip college entirely, and maybe he shouldn't have. of relevance to the group dynamic, turcs lived with him during the program. hosted a gathering at the hughes summer compound in august 2020 that should feature in every team usa fic ever.

go forth down that rabbit hole, anon, and come back here and suffer with me anytime.

#the appropriate shipping alignments of the above are as follows:#trevor/cole #(they are the shining stars and they deserve the best which is each other)#cam/jack #(a story in three haunting instagram pics)#pat/turcs #(everybody's favorite and nobody's favorite)#you could probably ship boldy/knighter if you tried but it's ok to just have a couple of wild cards in the deck

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moos-cow · 4 years ago

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Gemini

Chapter 2

“Mmm,” Amaya roughly groaned from under a breath as her eyes slowly opened, blinking to clear the hazy vision around her. She tried to push herself up to sit, but the soreness in her arms made getting up too difficult. She fell back down on the cushions with a soft thud.

Well, shit.

“Hey,” A gentle voice called as a hand rested on her shoulder. “Take it easy.”

She turned to the side to see the Jack of Spades seated beside her, free of his jacket and humongous sword. “Where… Where am I?”

“You’re at the Black Army Headquarters.”

The what?

She tried to sit back up once again with a little help from Luka. The sudden movement caused her head to throb. She winced and pressed a hand against her temple, feeling a slight discomfort on the back of her hand-- an IV line was injected into her.

Her brows creased into a frown, trying to recall the earlier events, "What happened?"

"You suddenly collapsed this morning."

This morni- Right. after that magic show with the Red Army at the Town Square.

“What time is it?”

“Just past 1 in the morning.”

“God-” she was at a loss for words. She slowly looked around the dimly lit room. From the medical equipment visible, she could tell that she was at the infirmary. Aside from Luka, the Queen of Spades was also with them there, sound asleep on the sofa by the door with her olive jacket wrapped around his arm.

“Good. You’re up.” A familiar red-head marched in with a handful of supplies and set them down on the consultation table. The Seven of Hearts. He wasn’t wearing his red and white uniform tonight, just plain casual clothes.

Amaya's frown deepened as she glanced at Luka in confusion, and he replied in earnest, “He’s a doctor. Cradle’s best.”

“But he’s-”

“-A doctor, not a soldier.” Kyle cut her off, clearly uninterested in arguing with a new patient. Sirius had called him in earlier at the request of the Black Army doctor, who unfortunately, wasn’t as well versed as Kyle with the complications of natural magic in humans.

“So. How are you feeling?” the doctor asks, making his way to her side to do a routinary check of her vital signs and IV drops with a clipboard and pad in hand.

“Fine, I guess. Exhausted. My head hurts.”

“That’s expected.” he brushed off while writing down notes on the pad.

“Expected?” she asks, watching his careful movements as he deftly pulled out the needle from her hand and immediately covered it with a small bandage.

"One of the side effects of using magic is fatigue. It can literally drain the life out of you if you’re not careful enough. Better remember that.”

“Here.” Kyle handed her a small bottle of pills, a couple of sachets, and a prescription paper, "Get some rest, dissolve this in water for hydration, and take one pill as needed if your head gets in the way. Other than that, you’re good to go.”

“Thanks... doc.”

“‘Kyle’ will do. I’ll be at the pub if you’ll need me.” he waves off to both Luka and Amaya, closing the door behind him as he leaves the room.

She blankly stared at her hands for some time, inspecting as if it were something new. Pondering on Kyle’s statement, questions quickly filled her mind-- there was so much she didn't know, so much she didn't understand. She’d never been thrown into a situation as bad as this one. No resources. No intel. She was in one of the Headquarters, but she wasn’t sure if she was taken as a prisoner or not. She could ask, but--

"Hey," Her thoughts were broken as soon as Luka called her. "I’ll fix you up something to eat. Do you have any preferences?"

It took her a while before his words sunk and registered in her head. Not that she was expecting an interrogation now that she’s awake but--

"Oh no, don't bother." She slipped her legs out of the blanket, trying to keep the struggle of getting out of bed at the minimum "Please, you've already done more than enough."

A deep voice called out from across the room, startling her and stopping her in her tracks. "Better eat, little lady. You’ve been out the whole day."

Sirius got up from the sofa and collapsed, face down, on the bed next to hers. “I’ll have whatever she’s having.”

She shrugged in defeat. There wasn’t any use in declining now. Aside from the three orders of iced coffee she drank throughout the day, she hadn't had much of a decent meal since breakfast. “Anything that isn’t spicy?”

Luka left with a nod, leaving her to the silence of the infirmary.

She stood up from the bed and tried to walk around on her own-- gauging if she could make a run for it or not. Her legs slightly shook, and her knees felt like they'd unbuckle at a simple misstep. For the first time in a long time, walking felt like an absolute chore and her legs screamed a resounding no.

After a few laps around the room, Amaya crash-landed on the sofa just as Luka came in with some sandwiches and drinks on a tray. He looked at her with confused widened eyes, a striking golden-amber color just like Jonah’s.

“I can walk now,” she muttered and chuckled away at her own mischief.

Luka handed her a sandwich before turning to wake Sirius up from his slumber, alternating between shaking him on the shoulder and poking him on the face. As amusing as the scene was, it took a while before the Queen of Spades got up to join in their past-midnight snack.

“So what’s in this?” She turned to Luka and opened the sandwich just a bit to inspect.

“Try to make a wild guess, little lady,” Sirius spoke through bites.

One bite, and her face lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning. “Oh, this is good!” she covered her mouth with a free hand, speaking through a mouthful of food. “Okay. Let’s see… egg, mayonnaise, green onion, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, and something I can’t put my finger on.”

“Mustard” Luka answered with a soft smile.

“Mustard? The yellow thing?” She tilted her head to the side, earning a questioning look from the two. “I’ve never eaten mustard before.”

“There’s always a first time for everything.” Sirius chuckled.

“Yeah, guess there is.” her smile unconsciously faded as she played with the sandwich in hand, pressing the edges together in a poor attempt to seal the bread. Her mind started to wander off again.

The weight of a hand fell on her shoulder. "Hey," Sirius called out, pulling her away from her thoughts "Don't worry. We'll make sure you find your way home."

"Thanks." she forced back a smile as she took another bite of the sandwich. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all?

As initiated by Sirius, food became the sole topic of conversation during their small meal; from sharing their likes to dislikes, she learned that their food in Cradle wasn’t far off from what she had in the Land of Reason-- albeit mostly of western cuisine, she haphazardly made a light promise to share some of the recipes she knew from back home to the two.

Time passed by quicker than expected, and soon her watch started to sound. A soft beeping alarm, informing her of the new hour. “Ah, its 2 already.”

She tore open one of the sachets Kyle had given her earlier and dissolved its powdery contents into her glass of water before downing it in one go. Its faint apple scent contradicted its terrible gummy taste.

“Ah, have any of you seen my bag by any chance?” Onyx rapidly eyes scanned the infirmary just as they began to dish out the plates; she needed something to wash away the taste of the medicine, and her wafer what just what she had in mind. “I had it with me in the carriage this morning.”

“It’s in your room,” Luka replied, filling her glass with some water-- but that didn’t really help at all.

“My room? I have a room? Why do I have a room?”

“Save your questions for tomorrow, little lady. Now, you two go and rest. I’ll clean up here.” Sirius took the dishes from Luka and Amaya and practically shoved them out the infirmary.

Shoes and jacket in hand, Luka slowly paced beside her as he quietly walked her to her room. He asked her to leave it unlocked, just in case she collapsed again and needed to be reached immediately.

The room was beautifully simple, hotel-like to say the least. White and turquoise complemented the contemporary Victorian furnishings; fresh flowers in pretty vases were just by the window and center table; and, a complete set of toiletries were placed on the dresser next to the bathroom attached to the room.

Mouth stuffed with wafer, Amaya undressed and headed for the bathroom. The full body mirror inside immediately graced her with a full view of her slightly scathed body. Despite the sweetness in her mouth, her face contorted in disgust, eyes drawn to the area of her latest injuries-- two wounds to the left of her torso. Both patched with waterproof bandages.

How can you manage to take so many?

A few minutes passed and the gentle scent of lavender filled the air; she took a long and relaxing dip in the warm water of the tub, relieving her body of the tension and fatigue endured from the long night before.

She let out an exasperatedly long sigh as she sunk deeper. The night hadn’t ended how she expected it to end, and that confused her. She was thankful for their care, but a part of her-- that gut feeling called out to her.

What would they want in return?

30 days.

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beautifuljetblackheart · 4 years ago

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Fight - Sam Holland

A/N: I am back... I had a BIG writers block and COVID really fucked me up, but hopefully I actually update more stories. This was a request from a while ago, I am sorry that it took a while to get it done Summary: Sam was away for about a month and after a while of not hearing from him you began to worry, especially when a big event was coming up and you wanted him there. Warnings: None, just an argument Words: 1894

I played with my thumbs as I waited until it struck seven. The studio had chosen my pictures to present, I looked around to see if Sam had shown up, but nothing, maybe he would show up late. I really want him to show up since he wasn’t able to attend the last two days and today was the last day. Besides that they will leave the pictures up for another week and take them down.

As I presented each picture and what is the meaning behind it. Every chance I got I would search for Sam but nothing. I kept sending him messages if he was going to be dropping by anytime soon but nothing. He hasn't been texting me for almost two weeks. Maybe he lost his phone and forgot my phone number.

A few friends of mine showed up and congratulated me for being lucky to have my pictures shown in the studio. Nikki showed up with Paddy, Tuwaine showed up with Harrison and Tom, the three guys approached me, “these pictures are amazing!” Tuwaine smiled and hugged me

“Thanks, I’m happy you guys came by for my last introduction”

“Is Sam here?” Tom questioned

“No, has he not returned from the trip?”

“Yeah, he got here two days ago,” my heart sunk down

“What? He- got here two days ago?” I started to feel embarrassed, my own boyfriend not telling me he was already here

“He didn’t tell you,” I shook my head no. I felt water filling up my eyes

“I thought he lost his phone because he hasn’t answered any of my text”

“I can call him,” I shook my head again. Does he have his phone?

“No, it's whatever. He wants to be like that let him,” I walked away and to the back room and started to cry. How can he do this to me? Does he want to finish things? Did he find someone else? Why didn’t he just tell me he wanted to end things. I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I took deep breaths before I could walk out of the bathroom. When I got out I walked towards my pictures, “Y/N,” I turned to the side and saw a guy smiling, I would be lying if I said he wasn’t good looking, “I hope those are tears of happiness”

“I wish I could say that,” I let out a forced chuckle, god I hate myself right now

“I really liked your introduction and what the meaning behind each picture meant to you. The stories were quite interesting”

“Thank you”

“I would like to buy five of your pictures,” I was surprised

“You, would? Sorry, yeah, of course, I’ll bring the papers over, I’ll be right back,” I started to walk away but ran into a person, “sorry,” I walked to the back and grabbed the paperwork and went back out to the guy.

“I’m Ivan Goodsman, these pictures will be a good collection for my wife. She loves pictures. She loves to know what the mood was and why you took it, a picture can tell you a million words,” I gave him a nod

“I can also email you why I took it in case she actually wants to know”

“That will be perfect,” he handed me the papers back and I wrote down on top of each paper

“2B, 7B, 1C, 4C, and 5C”

“Those are actually my favorite, anyways, I’ll have them sent to the address you write down. You can do the payment either when they arrive or pay now”

“I’ll pay now”

“Cool,” the guy pulled out his checkbook and started to write down the amount. He ripped the check out of the book and handed it to me. “Thank you Mr.Goodsman,” I smiled

“Call me Ivan, I hope to see more of your work”

“Thank you for buying,” he smiled and walked away. I can’t wait to tell- no,I can be petty too. I let out a deep breath and continued walking around. By the end of the night I didn’t see Sam. I went back to my apartment, I took my shoes off and sat on the couch. I grabbed my phone and dialed Harry, as he shared the same interest.

“Hello”

“Hey Harry”

“Dude I saw that you sold some pictures that’s amazing! Who bought it?”

“A guy name Ivan Goodsman”

“Goodsman? As in the Ivan Goodsman? Holy shit they are very well known”

“He told me that his wife enjoyed looking at the pictures because they have many different meanings and stuff”

“Their kids are talented. One is in the soccer team, one is a good golf player, the other one is a popular well known photographer and the last one is a designer”

“Wow. Talented people”

“The mother, she’s also a designer, photography pictures help her get inspired. Maybe her next collection will be inspired by you. The father, he’s the manager of a hotel or something, I don’t know much of him”

“Holy crap”

“Lucky you”

“Anyways, Tom mentioned that Sam arrived a few days ago”

“Oh, yeah”

“I just need to talk to him, can I stop by?”

“He is going to hate me for this but at this moment I don’t care. Come on over,” my heart started to race, I was somewhat hoping he would’ve said no but it’s now or never. I grabbed the keys and out the door I went.

I stood in front of the Holland's house, I rang the doorbell hearing Tessa barking. The door went wide open and I saw Nikki, she smiled widely as she stepped aside, “Harry told me that you met Ivan Goodsman, how was that?”

“He’s an attractive man”

“Common Nikki she came to see Sam, stop hogging her, that was a very beautiful collection,” Dom went next to Nikki

“Thank you, is Sam in his room?”

“Yes, go right up,” I excused myself and went upstairs to Sam’s room, I let out a sigh and knocked on the door hearing a faint ‘come in,’ I opened the door and stepped inside. Sam’s back was facing me probably on his computer.

“Hi,” he turned around, finally seeing him after three weeks

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” I looked at him confused

“What am I doing here? Seeing my boyfriend that I haven’t seen in three weeks and Tom told me you arrived two days ago. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you lose your phone?

“I needed time to think”

“Sam, what is going on. You have been avoiding me for almost two weeks, you couldn’t send me a message telling me that you arrived or that you needed time to think. You went awol on me, are you mad at me?” I tried staying calm but I was getting furious towards him.

“I just need time to think and figure things out okay, I don’t need to tell you what I’m doing every single time”

“I’m not asking you to, all I wanted you to do was to tell me that you were doing okay and that you arrived home safely”

“Well I arrived safely home”

“I know. Your brother told me and thanks for coming to my opening. Your family was there, even Tuwaine and Harrison, but you weren’t. I wanted you there, since my parents weren’t able to make it”

“Opening for what?” I scoffed

“My gallery, I texted you two weeks before my presentation and you said that you will make it for the last day, I even texted you if you were on your way, thanks for showing up”

“I needed to think okay, what part do you not understand”

“I understand, I just don’t understand why you couldn’t tell me. Just forget about it. I’m going home,” I opened the door and walked downstairs saying a quick goodbye before leaving. Does this mean that we are done? I went back home. I didn’t know what to do or think.

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I woke up on the couch, I looked at my phone to check the time and hoping Sam would’ve texted me. The only notification I had was an email on Spotify’s newest music release. I guess this means it is over between us. I grabbed my sweater and saw the check, maybe a trip to the bank will be good for me. I got ready and off I went.

After a walk to the bank I walked to the store to buy ice cream, I grabbed my favorite ice cream and headed to the check out. When I was paying I saw the one person I wasn’t expecting to see, Sam smiling with his ex girlfriend, Erica. I grabbed my ice cream and quickly left, the way back home I felt tears streaming down my face.

I ate my ice cream in silence, the tv was off my phone was on do not disturb mode. Half way through my ice cream there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door, it was Sam holding flowers. He had a sad face on. “What do you want Sam”

“Can we talk,” I stepped aside. He handed me the flowers and we walked to the living room and set the flowers on the coffee table.

“Y/N, I am sorry. I know what I did was wrong. I was just stressed out and we didn’t have enough time to be on our phones. I know it’s not an excuse. I saw a picture of you and a guy together and you seemed so happy”

“What guy, I haven’t been out. I’ve been working on my pictures for a month”

“I don’t know, someone sent me a picture of you and a guy,” Sam showed me a picture

“I don’t even know who that guy is, and that dress, I haven’t worn that dress for a year. I would never cheat on you”

“I am sorry. My mom came to my room after you left. She knew something was wrong. She told me how you've been working extra hard to have your pictures up and going over on what you would be saying. This morning I stopped by the studio and saw the pictures. I am proud of you and I am so sorry”

“I saw you and Erica at the store”

“I ran into her, she asked how you were doing and I told her that you were doing great since you presented your pictures and had a well known guy buy a few pictures from you. I was smiling because I was happy that you achieved a goal that you’ve had for so long. I honestly believe she was the one that sent me that photo. Y/N, please forgive me,” I let out a sigh.

“You saw my pictures?”

“Yes, they were amazing. My mom even showed me a video she took and showed it to me”

“Okay, I forgive you, but next time you are gone for a month and don’t text me back we are done. Got it?”

“Loud and clear, can we cuddle because I really missed you,” I kissed him and got up, “are we moving this to your room?”

“I am putting my ice cream in the freezer, but let’s go take a nap in my room”

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If you could create an AU which incorporated all four Charmed sisters, how would the story go? And how would it affect their powers?

Hi! Sorry it took me a week to answer yourquestion. And sorry about this, but while I was writing the answer, my handsslipped on the keyboard and I accidentallywrote a ramble that has 3K words… Oops?

TL;DR: Most of the show’s plots would be pretty muchthe same if I was too lazy to do more than incorporate the fourth sister intoeach episode—or very different if I was self-indulgent and decided to fixeverything I don’t like about the show while I’m at it. :D The girls wouldeither grow up together, or they’d learn about Paige’s existence as adults (Ithink the best time for this would either be the pilot episode or P3 H2O).Paige would be the only one who might have different powers (lots of optionshere), Prue, Piper and Phoebe would have the same ones.

Truth be told, this is not a topic I’ve thoughtabout too much before. Currently, most of my fanfic-daydreaming revolves arounda different fandom. At the height of my love for Charmed, most of myfanfic-daydreams focused on either A) my own season 9, or B) anythingChris-centric (had a huge crush on him back in the day).

Now here’s the thing: my season 9 was actuallya Power of Four story, but I’m reluctant to call it an AU because I was tryingto make it canon-complaint (albeit with a twist). It’s a sequel, not a rewrite.To be clear, when I say this story is canon-compliant, I’m only talking aboutthe show, not the comics. I actually started writing it a year before the firstCharmed comic was published. I never finished writing it, though. Iwrote three episodes and then abandoned it. :D

Although I didn’t really get around toexploring this in the fanfic, I still remember how I planned on explaining whythe Charmed Ones became the Power of Four rather than the Power of Three.Here’s where the canon-twisting comes in. Let me tell you the story I had inmind:

In AllHalliwell’s Eve, when Cole and the Charmed Ones time-traveled to the 1600s,they unintentionally altered history without realizing it (butterfly effect andall that). After they returned to the present, Angels of Destiny sensed thedisturbance, and they foresaw a powerful evil rising to power and taking overthe world in just a few years. Because this was not meant to happen and wentagainst the grand design they were protecting, they decided to interfere—bygiving the Charmed Ones, the most powerful good witches ever, even more powerso that they could defeat this evil being. How did they give them more power?By turning the Power of Three™ into the Power of Four™. But because P4 wassomething that also went against the grand design, turning P3 into it wasn’tthat simple. They had to work step by step:

Step 1: Magically create* Paige, a love childof Patty and Sam. Give her a telekinetic power like Prue has (albeit with aWhitelighter-y spin) so that she can replace the oldest and most powerfulsister of the trio.

Step 2: Make sure that Prue dies and that Piperand Phoebe meet Paige, creating a new version of P3.

Step 3: Wait a few years to give the new trioenough time to really consolidate this new Power of Three and reach the strengthand bond level that the first trio had.

Step 4: Make sure that Prue is revived. SincePiper and Phoebe now have an equally strong bond with Prue as well as Paige,the two P3s merge and become P4.

Step 5: Wait another couple of years to give P4a chance to consolidate, to give Prue and Paige a chance to form the samestrong bond they have with Piper and Phoebe.

Step 6: Now is the time when the evil tries totake over the world. Make sure the Power of Four™ find out about it, then stepaside and let them handle it.

Step 7: Congratulations! The over-powered P4managed to defeat the evil. Though the existence of P4 does go against thegrand design, it is not as bad as it would have been had the evil won, so justshrug that off and live with it. Things may not be exactly as meant to, but hey, good enough. Go back to wherever it isthat Angels of Destiny live, and relax. Your job is done.

* My original idea for how the Angels ofDestiny created Paige was that they time-traveled to November 1976. There they performedsome kind of magic that caused Patty to conceive a baby the next time she andSam… you know. I called this canon-compliant because everything we saw on theshow really did happen, the twist is just that the reason it happened is becausethe Angels altered history. I have to admit, though, now that I’m thinkingabout this, I can’t figure out why they would bother with a convoluted planlike this if they could have just time-traveled to the 1600s instead andchanged the thing that started the butterfly effect. I don’t remember if I hadthis thought-out back then or not, though I’m guessing I didn’t.

An alternative way of creating Paige that Ithought of now: the Angels of Destiny pulled a “last Thursdayism” on Paige.When you’re playing The Sims 2, you can’t turn back time, but you can alwayscreate a new sim, an adult sim, and that sim will have memories even thoughthey’re brand new in the game. The Angels of Destiny couldn’t time-travel, butthey could create Paige. So they did,and they gave her and the people she would’ve had relationships with fakememories as if she were alive the whole time and not a brand new person.

Backstory

Leaving aside the sequel, if I were to rewritethe show with the Power of Four™, if I were to make an AU that starts from thebeginning, how would the story of the show go? Let’s talk about how the wholething would begin, how P4 would get established. Like I said, I haven’t giventhis much thought before, so allow me to brainstorm here and see what I cancome up with.

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Version 1: Witch/Whitelighter relationshipsare not forbidden. Patty and Sam don’t have to hide their relationship, so theyget married and Sam becomes the step-father of Prue, Piper and Phoebe. ThenPatty gets pregnant and gives birth to Paige, who they don’t have to give away,so they raise the four girls together. Of course, not too long after Paige’sbirth, Patty dies.

Version 1A: After Patty’s death, Sam clips hiswings but stays with the family. He raises the girls along with Penny. Ofcourse, since the girls had their powers bound and Patty and Penny decided tohide magic from them until they are old enough, the girls don’t know that Samis a former Whitelighter. When their powers are unbound after Penny’s death in1998, Sam tells them the truth and becomes their guide as they learn tonavigate their lives as witches.

Version 1B: After Patty’s death, Sam ends uppulling a Victor and abandons the girls (poor Prue gets double Daddy issues).He tries to watch over them from afar, but doesn’t get too involved in theirlives, making only scarce guest appearances on the show like Victor does.

Version 1C: Sam dies with Patty. Or at somepoint after Patty, who cares? The point is he’s gone, the girls are raised solelyby Penny and there is only one Victor on the show.

Either way, in this version, all four girlsgrow up together. When Phoebe finds the Book in the attic in the first episode,they all get their powers together. They are all in the story from thebeginning to the end.

*****

Version 2:Witch/Whitelighter relationships areforbidden, but Patty decides to keep the baby anyway. She knows the Elders aredumb and useless, so she doesn’t worry about anything happening to Paige. If the Elders ever notice that Patty’spregnant or has a newborn, she just tells them the baby is Victor’s (says theyhad a one-night-stand or something), and they fall for it, so no problemo.

In this version, the girls grow up together aswell, just like in version 1, but there is one difference: Paige doesn’t knowthat Victor is not her father, doesn’t know that she’s only a half-sister ofPrue, Piper and Phoebe.

Version 2A:Paige doesn’t develop Whitelighter powers at the beginning, she only has awitch power. She starts developing Whitelighter powers later on and is veryconfused by it, until…

Version 2B:Paige has Whitelighter powers from the beginning, but none of the sisters haveany idea what a Whitelighter is at that time.

Version 2Ba: Later,the sisters meet Leo. They discover that he is something called a Whitelighterand that he has the same powers that Paige has. They’re all very confused byit, until…

Version 2Bb:Leo enters the story later on (or never?), or he enters early but the sisters don’tfind out that he’s a Whitelighter until later on. The Charmed Ones are notaware that Whitelighters are a thing until…

…the sisters learn about Sam, Patty’s Whitelighterfrom before she died. This is where Paige discovers that Victor is not herbiological father, and that she is her sisters’ half-sister. Cue some Paigeangst here.

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Version 3:Patty and Sam give Paige up for adoption like they did in canon. In the firstepisode of the show, Prue, Piper and Phoebe meet Paige, who has discovered thattheir mother was her biological mother. It’s like in the reboot, when Mel andMaggie met Macy in the first episode. Of course, Prue, Piper and Phoebe arereluctant to believe Paige at first, but later that night Phoebe finds the Bookof Shadows in the attic. She reads aloud a spell to unbind the powers of the“four sisters,” and she reads about Melinda Warren’s “Power of Four” prophecy.When all four of them start performing magical tricks the next day, Prue, Piperand Phoebe realize Paige might have been right. Cue them getting to know eachother and forming the P4 together.

*****

Version 4: Pattyand Sam give Paige up for adoption like they did in canon. Prue, Piper andPhoebe do not meet Paige right from the beginning. All the spells thatmentioned “three” in canon don’t mention any number in this version. MelindaWarren’s prophecy was some vague crap about three sisters (each with one of herthree powers) finding the light and together becoming the strongest witchesever. As it later turns out, this “light” is the half-WhitelighterPaige. But the sisters don’t know that yet at the beginning of the story.

At the beginning, the sisters feel that they’renot reaching their full potential. The spells meant to be cast by the CharmedOnes together aren’t fully effective. For instance, Charmed vanquishing spellsonly wound the demons; this is enough to let the sisters finish the demons offotherwise (like, with athames and offensive potions and stuff), but still, thespells are not strong enough to actually vanquish the demons as they’re meantto. However, the girls attribute this purely to the fact that they are new atthe craft. They figure they’ll get better in time, as they learn to controltheir powers better and get more practice.

Then surprise! Later on (I think the best timefor this would be the episode P3 H2O—ornot quite P3 H2O ’cause I didn’t likethat episode, but instead some good episode that also introduces Sam, Patty’sformer Whitelighter and lover), they discover that their mother had a baby withher Whitelighter, who she had to give up for adoption because it was aforbidden baby. This baby, now a young adult, is a fourth sister, who’s ahalf-Whitelighter. Prue, Piper and Phoebe look for her and find Paige Matthews.When Paige joins them, they can suddenly perform much more powerful magic thanbefore. Vanquishing spells actually kill the demons, etc. The Charmed Ones nowrealize what the prophecy really meant.

*****

Version 5:Patty and Sam give Paige up for adoption like they did in canon. Similarly to version4, Prue, Piper and Phoebe do not meet Paige right from the beginning. However,they don’t lack full power here, because in this version the Charmed Ones onlyhave the Power of Three. The Power of Four does not and cannot exist. MelindaWarren’s prophecy wasn’t vague, the P3 spells all work as intended, etc.

When the Charmed Ones learn about Paige in P3 H2O, she doesn’t add to the group andsuddenly make them stronger. Instead, what they discover is that Paige has theability to replace any of the sisters in the Power of Three. You can read moreabout how this works below, in the section Powers: version 4.

*****

Okay, I think that’s all the ideas I can comeup with now. If I were to choose just one of these versions… I don’t know, Imight go with Version 3, or maybe Version 1C.

Story

Now we’ve established how the story wouldstart—but how would the story go?

All right, if P3→P4 were the only change madeto the series, I imagine the story would go pretty much the same way, exceptthere’d be four sisters reciting spells together rather than three. :DObviously, one sister dying and getting replaced wouldn’t happen in thisversion, but I feel like in most plots there wouldn’t be a problem withincorporating the fourth sister into them, and it wouldn’t be necessary tochange them too much.

Of course, you could change how the storylineswould play out if you wanted to. For instance, when Cole becomes the Source inseason 4, I feel like Prue would also notice that he was acting weird, maybeeven sooner than Paige did. So then Prue and Paige could team up, and togetherthey could find some concrete evidence, which would convince Piper and Phoebethat Cole was evil (again). Then they could either A) vanquish Cole sooner,before Phoebe has a chance to get pregnant and join him as the Queen of theUnderworld, or B) save Cole before it’s too late, turning him into a mortal (again).

But I don’t think it would be necessary to makechanges like these. The storylines could play out more or less in the same way.For instance, Piper and Phoebe disregarded Prue’s concerns in season 3—whywouldn’t they do it again in season 4? I do think that, with Prue being alivethe whole time, Piper would keep more of her early-seasons personality lateron. Which means that when Phoebe becomes Queen of the Underworld, Prue wouldmore likely take the role that Piper played in that episode. Piper herselfcould be more of a hopeful peacemaker with Paige—or she could do her own thing,she could get tired of playing the peacemaker and try to stay on the sidelinesof this conflict, be all “I’m tired of getting stuck in the middle of your crapmy whole life, leave me out of this.” But this wouldn’t affect the storyline’sturn-out much. In the end, Phoebe would still vanquish Cole and he would comeback and they would vanquish him again and all that.

I could see it going either way, different orthe same. So now the question is this: if I’m creating this AU, do I want to tryand keep the show as it is, keep all the same storylines, with the only big differencebeing that all four sisters are there at all times (which would be the easierway to do this)—or do I want to take this opportunity to self-indulge and putin the work and change every single thing I don’t like about the show while I’mat it? :D I love Charmed, it’s been one of my favorite TV shows for thelast 15 years or so, but let’s be real, it ain’t perfect.

One thing I’d like to address before I move on tothe final section, the powers, is the question of Prue’s love life. If shedoesn’t die mere two years after Andy, that means something has to change.Obviously, Prue can’t end up marrying anyone other than Andy, which means thatA) Andy wouldn’t die in this story, B) Andy would die but would later bebrought back to life, or C) Prue would take a vow of celibacy and prove thatyou don’t need romance in your life to be fulfilled. Well, I feel like C) wouldbe out of character for her, so I guess it’s either A) or B). Either one worksfor me, just as long as the two of them get their happily ever after togetherand get married and have babies and stuff. :)

Powers

Now, in terms of powers, I see fourpossibilities.

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Version 1: (This option applies to Backstory: version1, 2 and 4.) All the sisters have the same powers they had on the show. TheCharmed Ones were prophesized to be siblings who are descendants of MelindaWarren and who, as a group, have each of Melinda’s three powers. P4 meet thecriteria, which makes them the Charmed Ones.

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Version 2: (This option applies to Backstory: version1, 2 and 3.) Melinda had four powers, not three. The Charmed Ones wereprophesized to be four sisters with the Power of Four. Paige, as the fourthsister, has the fourth power that Melinda had. This fourth power could reallybe anything: invisibility, telepathy, icy breath (like Prue’s past life), youname it. There’s countless possibilities here.

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Version 3: (This option applies to Backstory: version1, 2B and 4.) Paige only has Whitelighter powers. Of course, she is ahalf-witch, she is part of the Power of Four™, she can cast spells with hersisters and stuff, but she didn’t inherit any of the three Warren powers thather sisters have. She doesn’t mind, though, ’cause she has enough powers as aWhitelighter.

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Version 4: (This option applies to Backstory: version1, 2 and 5.) The prophesized sisterhood is a trio, not a quartet. There canonly be the Power of Three, not the Power of Four. Paige is an extra fourthsister. If she were to recite a spell along with Prue, Piper and Phoebe, theeffect would be exactly the same as it would be if only Prue, Piper and Phoebesaid it. Paige can’t add to the Power of Three—but she can intercept it andform the Power of Three with any two of her sisters.

In this version, Paige possesses all threeWarren powers: telekinesis, freezing, and negligib— I mean, premonitions.However, she can’t use them whenever she wants to. She also has Whitelighterpowers, which she can use at any time, but the Warren powers she can only useunder certain conditions. To give an example of the conditions I have in mind:

Let’s say Paige wants to use telekinesis. Inorder to do that, the distance between Prue and all three of her sisters has tobe bigger than the distance between Paige and Piper/Phoebe. Plus, it can’t justbe a centimeter bigger (that would be a total chaos), it has to be at least, say,100 meters bigger, or something like that, IDK. Therefore, if all four sistersare in a room together, Paige can only use her Whitelighter powers and shecan’t cast any Power of Three spells. If Prue goes on a vacation to anothercountry and Piper, Phoebe and Paige stay in San Francisco, Paige can usetelekinesis and cast P3 spells to her heart’s desire.

One more condition could be that, since thePower of Three was meant for Prue, Paige can only use telekinesis if Prue isn’tusing it at the same time, regardless of the distance. If Prue on her vacationdecided to move a bottle of water to herself from across the room, Paige wouldnot be able to use telekinesis in that moment. Alternatively, it could be thatthis condition doesn’t apply, but what happens is that Prue loses her powerwhen Paige is tapping into her place in the Power of Three. If Prue is away ona vacation, she can’t move the bottle of water across the room magically; shehas to get up and walk for it like a normal person.

These rules also apply with freezing/premonitions,wherein Paige replaces Piper/Phoebe in the Power of Three.

An exception to these rules would be unrelatedpower losses. If, say, a demon took away Prue’s powers through apower-stripping potion, Paige would be able to use telekinesis even if she werestanding right next to Prue. However, if two or all three of her sisters losetheir powers, Paige can’t use any of her witchy abilities. She can only betapping into the Power of Three from one side at a time, not two or all three.

Does this make any sense? I hope so, but I’mnot sure.

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Anyway, I’m done rambling now. Sorry for allthis. I’ll try to answer questions more concisely next time.

#ask #Charmed #Prue Halliwell #Piper Halliwell #Phoebe Halliwell #Paige Matthews #The Charmed Ones #P4

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A Hero is Called

Summary: Clementine is nervous for college but within the first few days she realizes there will be a lot more to worry about then just the classes.

Notes: This is the start of our Persona AU (based on the Persona video games)! It’s gonna be a BIG one and we’re super excited to share it with you guys!

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Clementine sat down on the floor, her back against the wall, looking down at the green backpack in her lap. She had already double checked to make sure she had everything for her first day at Ericson University, but it couldn’t hurt to check again. She opened up her bag looking thoroughly at the contents. Her text books were all there taking up the majority of the space, leaving just enough room for her notebook and purple pencil case. She looked at the side of her backpack which held her water bottle. Lastly she checked her front pouch which held her wallet, flipping it open to check to see if her school ID was there. After that was confirmed she took a deep breath, zipping up her bag and placing it at the side of her bed before proceeding to get ready to sleep.

I’m sure it will go well, she reassured herself as she got under her covers, glancing up at the clock which read eleven twenty. She always got nervous before going to a new school and it seemed that college would be no different. She stared up at the ceiling, thoughts swimming through her head before her eyelids began to droop, sleep overtaking her.

An odd feeling twisted through her stomach; her eyelids fluttering open. Her golden brown eyes looked around, confused by her surroundings. Somehow she had ended up in a courtroom, a sight she wasn’t unfamiliar with. Except she had never seen a blue tinted one before. The light shining through the window danced on the floor before her. The room was empty, the table where the prosecutor would be, the row in which the jury would sit, even the seats behind her.

How the hell did I end up here?

“Ah.” A high voice sounded out in front of her, causing her to look up at the judge’s bench. An old man in a black suit sat there with a large unnerving smile on his face. His nose was abnormally large as his hands rested underneath it, covered in white gloves. Time didn’t seem to be kind to him; the top of his head was bald, the gray hair only growing part ways down. Next to him was a gavel frozen in the air, hovering over the stand. Behind him displayed a statue of Lady Justice, her arms appearing on both sides of him. Her right arm reached out holding a scale that stayed in perfect balance while her left hand held a sword by her side.

He slowly displayed his hand, his head moving slightly to the side. “Welcome to the Velvet Room.”

Clementine looked up at him, even more confused by the situation. Wasn’t this a courtroom?

“My name is Igor.” His grin stayed, causing Clementine to shift awkwardly in her seat. “I’m delighted to make your acquaintance.” The man stared into Clementine's eyes. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a guest like you.”

This can’t be real. I must be dreaming.

“This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter.”

He didn’t seem to let her fully process what was happening as he continued.

“Only those who have signed a contract can enter here.”

“Contract?” Clementine’s voice cracked, trying to recall if she had signed anything that could have put her in this situation.

“In the upcoming days, you may find yourself entering a contract of sorts which will allow you to come back here.” His voice sounded mysterious as if he had countless secrets hidden away.

Her head was spinning.

“Oh. Forgive me, I forgot to introduce my attendee, James.” He motioned over towards Clementine’s side. Her eyes followed his hand. The chair scratched against the floor as she flinched. How did she not notice that someone had been beside her this whole time? The boy in a blue suit who stood there seemed to be around her age. His eyes studied her face.

“Hello.” He whispered, giving a quick bow.

Igor gave a small chuckle. “The path you tread will be one full of turmoil and endless struggle, but in doing so you will secure your future.”

“My path?” None of this was making any sense.

A sudden ringing caused Clementine’s attention to turn away from her thoughts.

“We shall attend to the details another time.” Igor’s hands were placed under his chin. “Until then…”

His voice faded out, the room quickly disappearing as Clementine’s sight filled with the color blue. Letting out a gasp, she shot up from herbed. Her head rested against her knees as she tried to process what that was all about.

“Clementine. Are you up yet?” A voice called out from downstairs.

“Yeah. Just give me a minute and I’ll be right down!” She responded before shuffling around the room, preparing for her first day. As she got the bottom of the staircase, the smell of pancakes hit her, causing her to smile. Lee stood by a griddle flipping pancakes. He looked up as he heard Clementine make her way to the table.

“How did you sleep?” He asked with a warm smile.

“Not so great. I think I’m just nervous.” She gave a half-hearted smile, grabbing a few pancakes before sitting down. Her brother AJ sat across from her scarfing down what was surely not his first plate of pancakes.

“It’s okay to feel nervous.” Lee replied, flipping another pancake. “I’m sure you’ll have a great first day though.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Clementine responded, placing some butter and syrup on her pancakes. She slowly ate them, trying to calm down the nerves inside her enough to enjoy the special breakfast. Her eyes looked over at the clock, widening when she realized what time it was. “Oh shit! I gotta go.” She swung her backpack on her back, double checking things once again.

“Swear.” AJ said, his mouth full of pancakes.

Clementine let out a groan, placing a dollar bill in the jar. “Sorry. Bye Lee, bye AJ, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye!” AJ waved, pancake chunks falling out of his mouth.

“Have a good day.” Lee said, waving the spatula.

Clementine gave a quick wave and smiled before turning to leave. Luckily she didn’t live far from campus so it only took her around ten minutes to arrive at the front entrance. The word Ericson shone in gold letters on the front gate. She slid her backpack off, digging through it to find the campus map. I have class in building E. Which should be over there. She looked over at the left side of campus. She still had time; she should be able to make it. It was cutting it pretty close but she was successful, sitting in the chair right when the bell rang signaling the start of class.

“Hello, class. Welcome to Philosophy 101.” The professor's voice seemed warm and friendly. He was a bit of a plumper man in a red turtleneck and his hair was nearly all gone.“My name is Professor Bailey, but you can call me Walter.” He leaned against his desk that stood by the whiteboard. “Now I know all of you might not be that excited to be stuck in a philosophy class, but what I hope to show you all this year is how fascinating and interesting it can be…”

His words start to fade from there, Clementine’s body feeling exhausted after a bad night's sleep. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get herself to concentrate on the lecture. Her mind was too consumed by the place in her dreams. The Velvet Room and Igor. He said it was between dream and reality. So was it real?

Her attention shifted from those thoughts as she had a feeling that someone was staring at her. She looked around the room, pausing on a boy with dreadlocks. His freckled face was covered with a goofy grin. He gave a quick wave which Clementine returned before he went back to his notes, hoping the professor didn’t catch him not paying attention. Clementine tried to do the same, writing down the few sentences that got through to her until the bell rang.

“Alright, class. I’ll see you on Wednesday. And be sure to do the assignment.”

A blonde girl quickly stood up from her seat. Grabbing her beat-up backpack, she made her way to the exit, bumping into Clementine. “Shit. Sorry.” She mumbled. Her striking pale green eyes looked over at Clementine for a second. Her gaze soon returned to the floor as she left the classroom.

“First days are always boring.”

Clementine looked over to see the dreadlocked boy. He stood proudly beside her, his green shirt complementing his dark skin beautifully. He gave a smile. “I’m Louis.”

“Clementine.”

“I saw that philosophy class completely held your attention.” He said sarcastically with a playful smile.

Clementine let out a sigh. “Yeah. I did a great job taking notes.” She gestured to her notes which consisted of a couple sentences.

“Nervous about the first day of classes?”

“I guess you could say that.” She responded, packing up her backpack.

“Well, what class do you have next?”

“English 1C.”

“With Professor Smith?”

Clementine looked at her schedule. “Yep.”

Louis gave a huge smile. “I happen to have that class next too. Why don’t we walk over together?”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Then onward to Building C!” Louis dramatically pointed before leading the way. Clementine quickly caught up, walking beside him.

“So what’s your major?” Louis asked, trying to start up some small talk.

“Undecided. I’m hoping I’ll find the answer to that question soon.”

Louis nodded.

“What about you?”

“Major in business. Minor in music.” Clementine noticed his smile appear towards the end of that sentence. She wondered whether to ask about it or not but figured it wasn’t her place.

“What sort of music do you like?” She asked, the two of them pausing to let some other students walk by.

“I like a lot of them, but if I had to choose my favorite it has to be classical. Mozart, Bach, Beethoven the list can go on and on. All of them geniuses at their craft.” His eyes shone as he spoke about it. Clementine gave a small smile. It was nice to hear someone talk about what they were passionate about. Before she knew it they had made it to the classroom. As it turned out, she and Louis had a pretty similar schedule which was nice. It made the week easier with each day bringing up more and more facts about the other.

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“It’s finally Friday!” Louis exclaimed, stretching his arms up in the air. A yawn quickly escaped from his mouth.

“Yeah. Almost done with the first week of classes.” Clementine replied, shifting the backpack on her back.

Louis pulled out his phone. “Shit, it’s already that time?”

“We better get to class.”

“Oh hey, it’s Violet!” Louis waved at the blonde girl who paused at his sentence.

“Who are you?” She asked with slight annoyance in her voice.

“It’s Louis. We’re in philosophy class together. We’ve talked twice.”

“Oh, right.” She looked over at Clementine.

“Oh, that’s Clementine.” Louis commented.

“I remember you.” She crossed her arms. “If you guys don’t hurry, you’re going to be late.” She paused, looking at the ground before looking back at them. “I know a shortcut. I can show you if you want.”

“That would be great.” Clementine smiled, causing Violet to look away. She led the two through the campus.

“How do you know the campus so well?” Louis asked with curiosity.”

“I’m a sophomore.” Violet replied before turning into the alley. The two were right behind her.

“Then why-“ Louis’ sentence was cut off as he bumped into Violet who stood frozen. He let out a pained hiss.

“Louis, you okay?” Clem asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m fine. My nose on the other hand, not so much.”

“What the fuck is that?” Violet’s voice drew the others' attention back to the alley. Both of them paused when they saw the sight that caused Violet to freeze. In the middle of the alley was a giant, jagged rift in the air. A ghastly blue light swirled, shining through it. Whispers that sounded hauntingly sad came from its depths.

The three stood unsure what to do as the unnerving whispers continued.

#I am thou thou art I au #twdg #fanfic #twdg clementine #twdg violet #twdg louis

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