#DONT LOOK AT THE NAVIGATOR I GET NERVOUS IF I TRY TO DRAW ON THE WHOLE CANVAS

[crowkip]

sleepy jason for today

[scribz-ag24]

your grovyle and dusknoir pieces matter so much to me because you capture the very essence of how much the green gecko bastard and his 7.11ft tall ass ghost-guy-that-was-sent-to-kill-him-but-whoops-something-happened matter to each other and just how they change the other while still being all awkward at certain times because they are in a situation that involves feelings in which they are both not used to (grovyles emotional tendencies where he pushed down things and thoughts that would otherwise doom the mission he was on and dusknoir just being completely foreign to them because he strives from a world where kindness and love is seen as a vulnerability so he just strayed far from things that will inevitably stab him in the back) and how they try to navigate it while having to bear the annoyances of the other but still viewing them in high regard nonetheless. i dont go here too much but i figured i may as well say it because i think you're cool and because you draw those two annoying little studs so well. have a good day scribz

Waaaa thank you!! I appreciate you stop by here to be so lovely! This made my entire week 🥹🥹 I always love to see you when you tag, youre so thorough in everh post you reblog, it's a delight to see ^^

They are sooo important to each other, I don't think we appreciate enough how pivotal they are to each other's development, especially grovyle to dusknoir's. Still cant believe the ghost's parting word and thought was a a most thankful message to his old enemy, thanking him for giving his life meaning, for helping him not regret having truly *lived*, not just survived. I wish Dusknoir got some more dialogue after coming back to life, but those being his last words, in addition to him constantly referencing grovyle's speech, just goes to show how far he's internalized grovyle's words.

And the way Grovyle genuinely sees and reaches towards Dusknoir's inner goodness, *while* he's actively being betrayed, is beyond words. Grovyle loves his friends deeply and by this point he's clearly gone far enough to consider Dusknoir close to that status. Maybe Dusknoir protecting him from a blow hit too close to home and changed the dynamic in his eyes from "temporal ally" to just "ally". It can't be a coincidence that Grovyle opens up and explains his motives and ideas after Dusknoir takes the attack for him.

You just can't get one without the other in my mind, it's how they contrast and mirror each other, it's how the game switches the tables and flips their alignment so seamlessly. The thief-captor dynamic turning on its head once you see their true colors. How dusknoir appears more mature and put together thanks to his charm and social skills, only for him to end up learning and looking up to Grovyle, whose more developed life philosophy and selfless objective end up convincing Dusknoie to fight for something beyond himself.

Special Episode 5 is one of rhe best pmd chapters/story out there, and it's the most basic premise of Grovyle and Dusknoir working together. The writers developed them so well in conjuction that they can't be separated in my head.

But even then their contrasting personalities makes them so fun to put them into situations, despite the ares wjere they might overlap. they're both great but they belong together. And celebi just adds even more flavour to the mix by adding someone so radically different from them in her view and approach to things (seeing as shes one of the onlu characters explicitly in love, maybe even in priorities outside world-ending cataclysms xD). Future trio in post-canon is simply too rich, even the crumbs from PSMD links them together and that's enough for me.

(And also just in general the vibes are so good, we make fun of dusknoie for the "looking nervous having your back exposed to me" but grovyle's "you cling to me beyond expectation" and "i surrender, do with me as you will". BESIDES ALREADY THINKING ABOUR DUSKNOIR WAY MOEE THAN ANYONE ELSE.

he goes up to partner during the sunrise and goes "thinking about dusknoir?" whilw it turns out partner is thinking of how much they love the beach and their friend 😭😭 and then grovyle says in his letter "hey watch out for dusknoir bc he WILL BE BACK I KNOW HIM" and hero and partner jusr go "oh yeah that guy. remember that guy??" like THEY DONT REMEMBER WHO TRIED TO KILL THEM A DAY AGO?? 😭😭 why they dgaf lmao)

So yeah. I care about them a normal amount xD.

[lord-multifandom-murder]

Silence is golden (Fred Weasley x reader)

A/N: This came to me in a 'poof' moment.....and technically I haven't been writing Fred content so I guess I should make up for it.

Summary: You're quite a quiet person, and almost a wallflower. Little did anyone know, you were extremely mischievous underneath that quiet surface. Fred finds this out after your friends get bullied.

Warnings: I suppose none, per usual.

Requests are OPEN!!

Since you were extremely quiet, no one ever expected you to play pranks. They always suspected it was the twins, Fred and George Weasley.

The perfect cover.

Fred and George always thought it was strange. Weren't they the only troublemakers in Hogwarts? Or was there someone else who did it in the shadows?

To be honest, George was more laid-back on the matter, but Fred was more bothered by it. It could damage their reputation as pranksters. Seeing that it wasn't them, and that these pranks were rather way out of their league.

Interestingly enough, that person always left a mark. It was rather odd, because no one in their right mind would do that, except for this daring maverick. It was always the same thing, a drawing of an 'X' wherever the prank was set up.

They were well-thought of, and almost nothing was left by the person who did them. Well, little did anyone know, it was you. You were quiet, yes, which made it easier to do things since no one bothered you. Since you were silent half the time, no one really bothered to wonder what you were thinking about.

Now, except for Fred.

He had noticed you sitting underneath a tree in the courtyard, deep in thought. It wasn't strange to find you alone even though you had friends, but Fred being Fred, came over to bother you. Mainly because he wanted to ask you on a date, really.

No one ever would have thought he would've fallen for the silent bookworm, Y/N Y/L/N, who was so quiet sometimes if you were standing right behind someone, they wouldn't know until they turned around and jumped in fright.

Fred had witnessed some of those exchanges, really. And he thought they were actually very hilarious.

"Hello there, Y/N," he smiles. You look up to see him standing in front of you, casting a shadow over. "Hello, Fred. What're you doing alone on this fine day?" you ask, quirking your eyebrow.

Fred looked surprised that you knew it was him, because him and George were always easily mistaken for each other; it was sometimes good, and sometimes bad. You could tell it was him because little did he know, you were around him more often than he would notice.

Rather if it was a prank, or just sitting nearby him in the Great Hall, after making a few observations, you could roughly guess who was who most of the time, which got easier after a while. And technically because you had a secret crush on the extroverted redhead.

You smirked amusedly at his face. "Think, Weasley. I wondered why you haven't placed a finger on that 'quiet person' stereotype yet."

Fred chuckled and sat next to you, leaving a slight distance between you to be polite. "I was just wondering if you weren't like the other quiet kids I see around here."

You smile. "It's nice to see that you don't judge a book by it's cover Fred. I admire that about you."

Did I ever mention that you were rather blunt with your words?

Fred blushed slightly but didn't say anything. You smile and mirror his behaviour. "Say, could you help me with some Charms homework? I heard you're very good, considering I always hear Flitwick bragging about you in-between classes."

"Sure, d'you wanna go to the library? It's more quiet there so I can focus," you say, ready to stand up. Fred suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you down. "Sorry, but uh....I'm actually busy at the moment but maybe we can meet tomorrow in the library? After lunch? I'm not in a hurry to turn this in."

"Okay then, after lunch," you repeat. Fred smiled and got up, brushing his trousers. "Well, it was nice talking to you Y/N, but I have an appointment with my dear twin brother."

"Bye, then. Oh, say hello to George for me!" you say with a playful smile.

"Don't worry, I won't forget!" he calls back, jogging off. You smile quietly even though you were screaming internally, and went back to thinking.

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The next day, you were walking to lunch with Neville and Ron. He was helping to tutor the both of you since you weren't doing very well at the subject.

You met with Harry and Hermione and they greeted you as you sat down. Hermione gave you a kind smile and started asking you a bit about what Neville taught you and Ron about. Neville eagerly entered the conversation as you ate and discussed about the proper way to manage a Fanged Geranium.

"What're you doing here, Longbottom? Shouldn't you be in the greenhouses playing with dirt?" a snide voice sounded. Hermione grimaced as Malfoy walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"Shove off, Malfoy. It's none of your business," Ron grumbled, stabbing his Shepherd's Pie rather violently.

"Manners, Weasley. Honestly, Longbottom. Why are you ever here? You can barely do magic. You're worse than that Mudblood Granger."

You stood up abruptly, turning around to glare at Malfoy.

"Oho, Y/L/N! What're you going to say? Share your thoughts! Oh wait, you can't because you barely talk!"

"That's enough, Malfoy!" Hermione snaps angrily. "Shut it, Granger. Go on, Y/L/N. Do you even know words?"

You sigh, and nod. But that's all you do. Malfoy tried to bother you again to say something, mocking your chosen silence. You huff and turn around again, holding a fork at him, surprising everyone. You motion for him to move back to his table.

Surprisingly, he complies and slouches away. Fred watches you with awe as you sit down calmly, as if nothing happened, with people gawking at you. "Silent, but deadly," he thinks to himself, as he watches Hermione scold you for brandishing a fork at Malfoy, while Harry and Ron were chuckling amongst themselves about how funny his face was.

As you made your way to the entrance of the Great Hall, you feel someone tap your shoulder. You look around to see Fred grinning. "That was pretty cool, what you did back there," he remarked. You smile. "Thanks, I've been meaning to do that for awhile."

Fred smiles again. "He's a right git. He deserved that."

"So I assume we're going to the library?" you ask, strolling out with Fred. "I see you remembered our little study date, eh?" he grins.

"I don't remember calling this a study date," you say, looking at him. Fred groaned inwardly. "I-I didn't mean-"

"Nevermind, it's fine. I dont mind if we thought of this as a study date," you say, trying to cover up your blunt mistake, feeling bad for making Fred nervous.

He shrugs. "It's fine," he says. "Let's go on our study date, then." he decides with a playful smile.

Once you reach the library, you bring him to your favourite place, which was a tiny secluded haven. Little did Fred know, you were there half the time when you were formulating a new prank.

You had your secret stash of books there, filled with all sorts of stuff. Strategies, inventions and ideas. But, Fred needn't know that. It's Charms he needs.

So, you sat next to him, Fred happily finding comfort in a squishy armchair he claimed just seconds ago. So, on went the lesson.

And on went your plan for revenge on Malfoy.

After helping him with most of his homework, you excused yourself and went to sit a little further away at a desk while he finished up his essay.

You pulled a book out and started to read. Fred looked up at you as you read and blushed, remembering how cute you were when you focused. "Mind finishing your work before you admire me?" you ask, not taking your eyes of your book.

Fred chuckled. "I'm finished," he says. You close your book and move towards him, taking his parchment and reading it through to check for any mistakes. "Well, it seems that we're finished here," you say, giving the paper back to him and going to your desk to keep your book.

Fred smiled and stood up. "Well, I'm glad that you decided to help me. I wouldn't have been able to even pass this up without your help!" he says, while zipping his bag.

"I'm glad that you came to me for help, actually. Not many people thought that I would want to, since I don't talk much," you say.

"But you've talked plenty before!" Fred exclaims.

"'Course I have. Only when people initiate the conversation first. And only if I want to talk to them."

"Then I consider myself lucky that you wanted to talk to me," Fred jokes, laughing with you. You smile quietly before Fred leaves, when you said that you had work of your own to finish before going back to your Common Room.

Work, that is, for a prank to pull on a certain blonde brat.

Fred walks back in a daze, with a stupid smile on his face. When he went into the boys' dorms and sat on his bed, he shoved his face in to the pillow and hugged it hard. George and Lee who were playing a round of Exploding Snap watched with smirks on their faces.

"I assume your little study date with Y/N went well?" George asked with raised eyebrows.

"Very well," Fred answered happily.

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That night, he couldn't sleep. It was silly, the fact that he had fallen so hard for you that he was kept awake just by the mere thought of you. Yet, he wasn't complaining.

He sighed and sat up. "Oh, what's the use?" he grumbles to himself. He stood up and padded quietly to the door. When he opened it and sneaked down the stairs, he decided to go and have a nice cup of hot chocolate.

While he was navigating through the corridors, he heard footsteps. Quick and light, he noticed a shadow darting in the neighbouring corridor. He hurried over, and his eyes widened in surprise to find someone he wasn't expecting to see late at night. That certain someone who kept him up for the same reason.

You.

You had a bag slung over your shoulder, walking as quietly as possible. Fred looked down and noticed you weren't wearing shoes at all. He then saw you hurry down a flight of stairs, and through a secret passage that he never knew existed.

He quickly followed you, wondering what you were up to. He then noticed that you were heading in the direction of the Great Hall. He followed you curiously, watching you sneak through the giant doors towards the Slytherin Table.

He followed after you, but then accidentally stubbed his toe on the bench leg, causing him to hiss out a curse. He saw you lift your head, and then hide under the table. He limped padded towards you and rapped the table.

Underneath, you were hyperventilating. Shit, you thought. I didn't see anyone!

But then you heard Fred's hushed voice. "Y/N, is that you?" he whispers urgently. You peek your head out from underneath the table and looked up to see a bewildered Fred peering down at you.

".....yea?" you ask timidly, not sure of what to say to him. This was a rather awkward exchange.

"What're you doing here? And why do you have a marker-wait....," Fred asked, suddenly realising something. "Were you the one playing all those pranks?" he asks, surprised.

"What if I am?" you defend. Fred looked under the table to see a little contraption sticking out from underneath. He takes note of a little red 'X' beneath the table. "So you are," he notes.

"Please don't tell anyone! I'm sorry!" you blurt out. "Sorry? For what? And why in Merlin's name would I tell anyone?" Fred asks.

"I'm sorry that everytime I play a prank I let the blame fall on you! I just thought it was fun, playing tricks secretly," you mumble.

"Hey, it's fine! So, you ARE that famous secret prankster! Me and George have been dying to find out who it was! Your pranks are ingenious!" Fred exclaims.

You blush. "Thanks," you say. "I guess it helps that you're quiet sometimes, no one bothers you much," you say.

Fred looks at you in awe. "And I thought that you couldn't get anymore amazing," he says. "What?" you ask, confused.

Oh well, it's now or never.

"Well, Y/N, I've liked you for a while now, and I was wondering if you.....wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me on the weekend?" he asks shyly.

You weren't expecting this.

"Sorry-I-you don't have to if you want, I just-," Fred stammered.

Suddenly, you jump on him and hug him tight. "You're serious?" you ask, your voice slightly muffled.

"Yes?" he answered uncertainly, looking down at you. He was then taken by surprise when you kissed him. It was rather quick, but when you broke apart, both of you were blushing.

"I'd love to," you whisper with a shy smile.

"W-wait, really?" Fred asks.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Y-yea, especially before you kissed me," he says.

"Idiot," you snort, leaning in again, but this time kissing him slowly, his arms slowly winding around you and savouring the moment.

"I'd love to," you repeat. Fred's face breaks into a wide grin and spins you around, causing you to shriek with laughter.

"Shhh! Aren't you supposed to stay quiet?" Fred snickers. "Blame the one who caused me to make the noise!" you shoot back.

Both of you laugh amongst yourselves before sneaking back to your dorms.

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"So you're telling me that Y/N is the person who's been pulling all those pranks?!" George exclaims at breakfast, after Fred regaled his night time wander with him.

"Yes! And don't tell anyone! If they ask, just say that we don't know," Fred hisses.

George raised his eyebrows. "Don't you dare, or I'll hex you into next week," Fred threatens, brandishing his wand at his twin.

"I get the message. No one's gonna believe me anyways," George says, before diving into his breakfast. Fred looks around to see you stroll into the hall and he waves you over excitedly. You smile and walk over.

"Morning, beautiful," Fred greets, kissing your cheek and surprising people nearby.

"Hold on......since when were you and Y/N dating?!" Ron asks.

"Since just now," Fred retaliates, sticking his tongue out at his younger brother. "Are your feet cold?" he whispers to you.

"No? Why would my feet be cold?" you question.

"You were walking around barefoot last night! Your pretty feet must've been freezing!"

"I had my reasons for not wearing anything," you say mysteriously. "Oh? Do tell," Fred says.

"Shoes make too much noise. It would attract attention easily, what's to say no one'll hear me clacking around in the middle of the night?"

"Unless you stub your toe on something, the pain's a bitch," Fred grumbles, still salty about stubbing his toe last night since he was just wearing socks.

You snort, but is quickly drowned out by a loud yell coming from the Slytherin Table.

Everyone turns around and roars with laughter when they see Malfoy head-to-toe in some Colour-Changing Ink.

Fred noticed that Malfoy was sitting in the same place where he found the little device. His point was proven when a Slytherin cried out, "Hey! There's an 'X' on the floor!"

He looks at you with a wide grin. "So THAT'S why you snuck out! You're lucky no one caught you!"

Fred watches you in awe as you ask Hermione to pass the marmalade calmly while everyone was howling with laughter at Malfoy.

You smirk, leaning over to say to him quietly, "Told you, Weasley. Silence is golden."

[vemuabhi]

Love me again

Pairing : Sanji X Fem! Reader

Requested by pandawondergirl (wattpad)

Warnings : Angst, hurt, comfort then happy ending

Word count : 2.4K

A/N : According to KST, its Jhope’s birthday! Happy birthday Jhope my sunshine! Cmon guys listen to Daydream for happy vibes (Clickable)

I hope you like the story!

"Y/N! Can you come here for a sec dear", called Sanji as you instantly went towards him, leaving the game in between.

"Damn... Y/N not again!", said Ussop as you just gave him an apologetic look. Luffy and Chopper, just smiled at you when you went into the kitchen.

You saw that the blond was making pastries. You stood beside him and looked at him. He smiled at you and lifted his spoon up, with the small treat with it.

"Say ah~", he said making you blush. You had a crush on the blond for a long time. Maybe from the day you joined the crew. He was so elegant, handsome and very polite. You always had a spot for gentlemen like him. As he instructed, you opened your mouth. He placed the piece of pastry in your mouth and pulled the empty spoon back. "So, how is it?", he asked.

"Its... its really amazing! The way it just melts in your mouth and the sweetness is just perfect", you complimented.

"Awww thanks a lot dear. So... do you think Nami san will like it?", he asked.

Yes you liked him, but... it was one sided. He liked Nami. And most of the times he asked you for help. So, you continued to help him.

"Sanji, trust me. She will be totally be mesmerised by it", you answer honestly as you place your hand on his shoulder and looked into his eye.

"Thanks dear. You always help me", with that he smiled widely at you.

Everytime you helped him, he would give you the most dazzling smile you'd crave for. That smile of his... it was everything you could ask for. Atleast this emotion and smile were true between you two. Atleast he didn't give anyone this smile other than you.

You watched him as he swooned over to the navigator and gave her the pastry. She smiled as she ate it and he melted at that sight.

Oh only if he looked at you. Only if he noticed you. Only if he liked you back... you knew it wasn’t the case and were also thinking of giving up. But, when ever you tried, he needed you and you couldn't help but be there for him. Couldn't stop helping him to make Nami fall in love.

You knew, Nami wouldn't like him in a romantic way. She just saw him as a friend. You didn't hate Nami. You couldn't even. She was amazing.

Once when you all were on Sabaody, the way he swooned over every single girl, made you feel even more jealous. ‘Maybe I need to confess’, you thought. But the way he just made you a nervous mess every time, you even tried to talk to him, made you to go for a second option. 

You took a paper and wrote all your feelings down on it. It definitely made you a bit confident to give it, rather than to say it to him. You gently placed it in his pocket, where he usually keeps his cigarette because you knew he’d definitely look at it, if you kept it there. You then continued to watch him if he shows any reaction of that small love letter of yours and waited and waited. 

You all ate your food and then you saw Sanji... literally crushed that love letter of yours and threw it. Your heart was broken at his reaction. The worst you imagined was, he gently rejecting you. but... this... you never expected. Tears welled up in your eyes and you went to the restroom and cried for a while. You were never the type to cry in front of others. Oh little did you know that it was a nasty drawing handed to him. So he crushed it and threw it way. “No snacks”, he said as Luffy and Ussop stopped to laugh and whined. ‘No more. Ill stop these feelings’, you thought and went towards the table. 

You all then got into the mess, with Kizaru and Kuma sent you all flying to different islands. Sanji who was sent to Okama island, was stressed so he placed his hand in his pocket to take a new cigarette but he noticed a paper which was carefully folded slipped out of his pocket. He bent down and gently picked it up. Then suddenly, the Okama people attacked him. So he had no choice but to place it in his pocket and run away. 

You started to train with the people on the island and had only two thoughts in mind. ‘To get stronger for Luffy and to get rid of these feelings for Sanji’. On the other hand, Sanji read your letter and had tears in his eyes. ‘Y..Y/N loves me?!’, he thought as he read the letter again and again to make sure he didn’t imagine anything. He was overwhelmed with happiness, never in his life he thought he could have a person love him. But, there you were, in every step when together, trying to make him happy. He realised how he also liked you but never knew about his own feelings. 

3D2Y

You came to the island of Sabaody after 2 years to meet your crew. You were more stronger, more confident and even developed your haki skills and were so exited to train with Zoro. While you were going towards the island not long after you heard someone familiar.

“VIVA SABAODY!!! I NEED LADYYY!!!”, he shouted.

Way too close to your heart that you didn’t even had to turn around to look at him. Even after 2 years, just his voice, made your heart beat faster. ‘What the hell?! I thought I was over him’, you thought and paced faster. You didnt turn around, just kept walking. Away from that voice. away from him. You knew this was a futile effort because you were of the same crew. But your heart just couldn’t bare it. But, you couldn’t win against his speed. He noticed you. He noticed you even when you changed. You were more mature and more stronger. But he noticed you. 

“Y/N!! Y/N! is that you?!”, he was shouting as he headed towards you practically ran towards you. Just in a couple of seconds, there he stood infront of you. With his ever charming smile. He looked at you and then fainted with nosebleed. His behaviour was still the same, but this is the first time he ever got a nosebleed seeing you. ‘Only because of some small changes, nothing more’, you thought. You had no option but to carry him to the Shakki san’s bar. You crouched down and placed your arm behind his shoulder and carefully lifted him up with using your devilfruit powers. No matter how much you tried to avoid, your mind kept telling you, how his fluffy hair grew, how he changed his hair to view his other eye, and how... how you still had feelings for him even when you denied. ‘Damn my stupid heart’, you cursed as you reached the bar. You let him be there and left.

After a while, Sanji slowly opened his eyes slowly and got up. He then remembered the encounter with you.

“Y/N!”, he exclaimed as he looked around the bar, only for Shakki san to chuckle and pat his head.

“She brought you here when you were unconscious and left”, she said. He got up right away and thanked Shakki san and left the bar. He went towards the shops to buy food and controlled himself so much not to just stand there talking with the ladies. He wanted to make the best food for the three of you... especially, for you.

He bought food and came over to the ship, only to be fainted with nosebleed right after seeing you and the other two ladies. He woke up after a while and sunny started the journey to the mermaid island. He then without wasting time, came towards you and took your hand in his as he walked away from the chaotic group.

‘Why the hell am I not pushing him away?’, you thought as he brought you to kitchen and stood before you. He took a deep breath and asked, “Y/N, do you... do you like..”, he practiced this for two years and now he became a nervous wreck. You wanted to be cold towards him. You didn’t want these feelings for him. So you said, “Hurry up will ya! I don’t have time”. His face was stunned. He looked at you with a very hurt expression. You were hurt. You didnt like the way you talked to him.

“Ah, I.. I’m sorry, its just that, I wanted to ask you that, is it true that, you..like me?”, he asked.

You sighed and replied, “I.. I used to like you Sanji and yes it was the truth. But I don’t anymore.”

He was shocked. His visible eye was open wide. He didn’t expect this answer from you. He thought you two would date. Now here you were, saying you liked him but you don’t feel the same for him now.

“But... may I ask, why? Did you like anyone else during this time?”, he asked you. 

“No, no one. Its just that, I liked you so much but,” you couldn’t stop, you werent nervous. You wanted to tell him how much you were hurt so you continued, “I was heart broken, when you rejected my confession then-”

“WOAH WOAH! Rejected your confession?! When did I ever do that?”, he questioned with the most serious and confused look.

“You did. You crumbled my love letter infront of my eyes. I never thought you would be the type to just plain stamp on my feelings. Especially you Sanji, you dont even know how much hurt I was when I saw that”, you said as you looked into his eyes. 

“Y/N, what are you even talking about? I wouldn’t do that. You should know it more than anyone else on this ship”, he said as he sighed and placed his hand in his pocket. He took out a pink envelope and gave it to you. You took it and opened the envelope. It had the same folded white paper in it. You teared up as you saw that paper. 

“I saw your letter, when I was thrown away on an island. I wanted to contact you asap, but I didn’t knew where you were”, he said as he came closer to you and gently wiped your tears away. He continued, “Y/N, I’ve kept this letter for all this time and I’ll continue to keep it with me. It’s the first time a person ever said that they like me. And, more over its from an amazing person like you. Did you think, I’d reject you?”

You sobbed even more and leaned your head on his chest. He slowly placed one of his hand on your shoulder and with the other he patted your head soothingly. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry Sanji. I should’ve known. I misunderstood you. Forgive me.”, you said still didnt looked at him. He said, “Its fine. Dont cry. Y/N, I’ve been waiting to ask this, Will you go out with me?”

You stopped crying as he said it. You lifted your head and looked at him. He was serious. He didn’t have any heart eyes or nosebleed.

“Are you... sure?”, you asked. He smiled and said yes. You giggled and nodded. As soon as you nodded he couldn’t control his emotions and hugged you tight as he lifted you up. 

“THANKYOU SO MUCH!”, he screamed as you chuckled. With still you in his arms, he left the kitchen and you both were met with the whole crew staring at you two. He let you down and placed his arm around your shoulder.

“WE ARE DATING!”, he announced making the complete crew jump in joy. Even when Luffy and Chopper didn’t understand what it was but still were happy anyway.

Days went by and you all achieved your goals. You both faced so many troubles, had many memorable moments. The way Sanji dotted on you made you to become happier than ever, because that was what you wanted from him, because he was your prince. You loving and caring for him, made him even more crazy for you, because that was what he wanted the most in his life, and you were the angel of his heart. Once you found a paper on your desk, which said meet me at the beach. You followed the path of rose petals and ofcourse, no one but Sanji would do this.He is cheesy AF, bt you love it though. There you saw, Sanji with a bouquet of red roses. ‘How did he arrange all of this’, you thought as you looked at the beach. He arranged a candle light date. He gave you the bouquet and escorted you to the place. You sat on your chair and he knelt down before you. He held your hand in his and said, “Y/N, you make me so happy every single day. You made me a better person. Time with you is the most precious of all. So, would you give me the honour of standing next to you for the rest.”, he took out a small dark blue box and opened it and continued, “Will you become the Queen of my All blue for life, will you marry me”, he ended as you started to cry.

“Yes, my King of All Blue”, you said as you sobbed and he placed the ring on your finger. You both got up and kissed. Then all your friends came towards you two and congratulated you two. Luffy hugged you two as he nibbled on the food, Sanji made for you.

You couldn’t help but be overwhelmed. He was your prince, now he was becoming your King. You couldnt be anymore happier than this.

After disbanding from crew, you both went to Barratie, for some days to meet Sanji’s family. As soon as you were introduced as his fiance, everyone was stunned. They all celebrated this by making a huge party and you felt blessed for all this. For Sanji, for his family and for everything else.

XOXOXOXOXO

I hope you liked it! Please forgive me for any mistakes.

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Thanks for Reading!

[chrishoughton]

Chris, don't you ever feel deppressed?

I'm depressed right now, and I feel like I don't belong in the world.

Dont get me wrong, I Love Big City Greens, but I'm just struggling with life rn.

I'd hope to one day Hug The Greens :)

Can't wait for that Karaoke episode!

Hey anon- Sorry to hear you’re feeling depressed. You’re not alone- US depression rates have tippled during the pandemic. And I believe I heard a statistic that 1 in 3 people are struggling with anxiety (pre-covid, that stat was 1 in 10). 

It makes sense. We’re social creatures and the isolation we’ve all experienced over the past year(!) is a real shock to our systems. I’m 32 and have a lot of experience dealing with my own personal anxiety, depression, and OCD but this long-term isolation and uncertainty has forced me to adapt and find new ways to handle my emotions and mental state. I’m still struggling but I’m also navigating these difficult waters with patience and lots of self-acceptance of my limitations. 

Getting to the root of what is causing these difficult emotions is especially crucial to do if you start having life-ending thoughts. I’ve come to learn that suicidal thoughts are usually a response from your brain and nervous system trying to tell you that something is WRONG. You may need to change your circumstances OR increase your skillset to deal with the stressors of your current circumstance.

I say all of this in response to you mentioning you don’t feel like you belong in this world. I wish I could reach through the screen and give you a hug. I’m so sorry you feel this way. I invite you to write these feelings down. Draw them. Write music about these feelings, however ugly/scary they may be. Get these feelings OUT of you so that you can observe them and try to learn from them. Don’t judge them and also be comforted by the fact that these emotions are not YOU. They are a part of you, but only a part.

Education about depression and our nervous systems has really helped me understand my own feelings. That’s partly why therapy is so helpful because you’ll learn so much about how your mind works. Here’s another post where I’ve written about depression. It includes some links to resources you may find helpful. 

Be kind to yourself. Don’t look too far ahead. Take one day at a time.

[illfoandillfie]

oooo first time i’m doing this :) can i get a general reading?

thanks for your patience honey! Here’s your reading

~Readings are closed, I’m just finishing off a few from the last batch so please don’t send any more~

tarot: page of swords, 4 of pentacles, 7 of cups, 10 of cups, 2 of cups, 8 of swords, the fool. 

I see a potential for a relationship here. It could be romantic but doesn’t have to be. If there’s someone you’d like to be friends with or someone you’ve been considering asking out this may relate to them specifically but it could also be that someone will come into your life soon or a more general desire rather than a specific one. There is also an interpretation of these cards that relates to self love and a relationship with yourself which is worth mentioning. I feel it most strongly in those first 4 cards rather than the last 3 but I figured I should mentioning it just in case. I’ll talk a little more about what those messages are as I go through the card but take whatever resonates. Obviously I dont know your situation. The relationship with another person meaning did jump out at me first and feels a bit stronger but if you’re aro and/or ace or just not looking for connections with others at the moment, the self love related messages might be more important. Again, take what resonates and leave the rest. I try to be specific with these things but I’m not a confident enough reader to pick which will be more relevant, particularly since you’re on anon and that can make it harder to know if i’m on the right track. 

So, the page of swords is the first card here. He represents curiosity and restlessness as well as mental energy. This page can sometimes relate to observing someone and a secretive nature which is why I suggested it could be someone you have your eye on either to date or just befriend. 

Now, the page could be representing yourself and in that case the curiosity and excitement or nervous energy suggested by the card could relate to your own feelings. But it may also be representing another person and, I think it’s more likely to be this interpretation based on the other cards. Either way there’s a sense that connecting with this page will bring you happiness. The 10 of cups is a card of fulfilment and dreams coming true so if there is someone you’ve been thinking about connecting with, taking steps to make that connection real will lead to a success and joy. Of course, if the page is you it could be speaking of self love and finding joy and peace within yourself. 

The 4 of pentacles is about protecting what is yours and pulling in what you want to claim. And it’s being clarified by the 2 of cups which is about partnership and unity and connection. Again, there is a way to interpret these as self love and taking care of yourself. The 4 of pentacles can be read as selfishness and hoarding but the more positive interpretation reminds me of the messages you hear in airplane safety instructions - put on your own mask before helping others. These cards could be reminding you to take care of yourself or to put yourself first every now and then if it’s something you struggle with. But, the 2 of cups is generally more about teamwork and partnership with another person. Together these cards could be indicating a feeling of insecurity in yourself and a desire to have someone with which to share your world. It could also relate to feeling jealous of anyone this page of swords gets close to out of a desire for them to be close to you. 

Finally we have the 7 of cups being clarified by the 8 of swords and the fool. Like I said earlier, these are harder to fit into the self love interpretation which is why i’ve emphasised the relationship aspects of each card. 

The seven of cups has 2 main meanings. It can relate to choices or to dreams/fantasies. Fantasising about someone, daydreaming about being in a relationship or friendship, can feel safer than the reality of chasing that relationship. But these cards want you to step out of your comfort zone and go after that connection you want so badly. The 8 of swords is about being held back or feeling trapped by yourself. It speaks of anxieties and self-doubt keeping you from changing your situation and the fool has the opposite sort of energy. the fool is about taking a leap and not worrying about what could go wrong. He symbolises a new beginning and having the courage to go for what you want. So all together these cards are saying that if you don’t just go for it, take the plunge and introduce yourself, then you will always be stuck with just your daydreams and you won’t actually experience the real thing. You need to let go of your fears and trust that it’ll go well. 

You got 3 moonology oracle cards: Full Moon In Gemini (The answers you need are coming) + Full Moon In Cancer (A personal issue reaches resolution) + New Moon in Aquarius (Bring love into the situation). 

So in the guidebook for the moonology deck it gives a detailed rundown of each card’s main meanings as well as a few smaller additional meanings and one of those for full moon in gemini is “someone is trying to flirt with you - have you noticed?” IT might be that the page of swords has noticed you and is thinking about being with you. Or, if you’ve had your eye on someone, the meaning could be flipped and be about you flirting with them. Either way, whatever question you are grappling with here or having trouble vocalising may be answered soon. Gemini is related to communication so it’s possible this card is tying to that fool/8 of swords energy and encouraging you to communicate what you want. 

We have a similar sort of “everything will be fine” energy of completion with the full moon in cancer. This situation is drawing to a close and opening up a new door for you. The Moon-Cancer combination can cause heightened emotions which makes sense since we had 3 cups tarot cards above and the suit of cups is closely tied to emotions. One interesting little thing is that in the guidebook it warns not to get “too clingy” and the 4 of pentacles card can be read as a clingy person or relationship. This could relate to those potential feelings of jealousy I mentioned and not letting them get the best of you. 

The New Moon in Aquarius card is about moving forward and not looking back. It’s got a similar energy to The Fool and warns that change is coming towards you but whether you get it will depend on whether you believe you can have it. You can bring that love and connection you’re dreaming of towards you but you have to believe you deserve it and block out any self-doubts before you can take the leap. 

Your green witch oracle card is Cauliflower (Transition)

Change is definitely coming towards you. This is the time to let go of whatever your holding onto and whatever is holding you back. 

From the prisim oracle we have Stop and Protection. 

Stop can be a sign to pause for a moment, reflect and collect your thoughts or take a break if you need it. It may also indicate a good time to think about what is stopping or blocking you from achieving what you want and how you can overcome those obstacles. 

Protection is about feeling personally save and protected as you navigate through life. It asks you to find balance between pushing yourself through situations that made you anxious or nervous which also finding ways to make yourself feel secure. Again, it’s very much tied to that idea of moving forward and allowing yourself to try new things and go after your dreams but also it’s about figuring out how to look after yourself as you step out of your comfort zone, be it through constant positive affirmations or turning to others for support, 

Finally your ice cream oracle is Maple (Kindness/Friendship/Support) 

This could connect with the previous Protection card and indicate that friends can help you make your move or take action to make this connection a reality. It could also be indicating that kindness is necessary both to the person you’re connecting with and to yourself. 

[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

All The Stars (Part 5)

Summary: Nova is trying to get use to Hogwarts

Tagging: @melyaliz @coffee-randomness @thespacebuns

Read Earlier Parts Here

Nova's first week at Hogwarts was interesting to say the least. On her first day Nova got to meet Adelines brother, Henry, who was starting his first year at Hogwarts. Nova herself never had any siblings so it was fun seeing them interact.

Henry was a giant ball of energy, curious of everything and ready for his first day. Adeline was a quiet thing, she seemed a bit nervous and always tried to keep a close eye on her brother. They always dropped him off at his classes first before they took off to their own. Nova couldn't help but notice though that Adelina seemed to take paths that were almost empty, and that Pam seemed to follow them from a distance. Curiousity got the better of Nova and after two days she decided to ask.

"Adeline would you mind showing me where the library is?" Nova asked as she grabbed one of her notebooks.

They hadn't really been assigned anything yet that required a trip to the library but Nova was itching to explore the castle. But she needed to test the waters first. Adeline seemed to share a glance with Pam from a distance but still she got up and joined Nova.

"Of course." She said as they made their way out.

Nova began drawing in her notebook as they walked slowly looking up so see what details she could scribble down for later.

"What are you drawing?" Adelina asked, trying to make sense of all the lines in the notebook.

"I'm trying to get a better layout of the castle. I hear Hogwarts is full of secrets and I want to try to find as many as I can." Nova said never looking up from her book.

"You're going to want to watch out for Filch then." Adeline said, shuddering. "He's mean and Mrs. Norris is unlike any cat I've ever seen."

Nova nodded she had heard about that pair and was waiting for her surprise to come in to see if she could get around them. Just then Nova frowned as she looked at her notes carefully, now was the time to ask.

"Adeline is there a reason you tend to take the passages least used?"

Adelina seemed stunned but she quickly shook her head and continued on her way.

"It's faster to get to certain places." Adeline casually said though Nova stared at her in disbelief.

"Even when there's hardly anyone roaming the halls after school hours?" Nova pressed.

Adeline seemed to contemplate her next words. Every now and again she would glance behind them. Finally she stopped and sat down near a statue. Nova decided to sit down on the floor, her legs crossed and her notebook closed so she could focus more on Adeline.

"I'm guessing that even though you grew up in the muggle world your father still taught you about the wizarding world." Adeline scoffed at her own comment. "Of course he did, you were homeschooled right."

Nova waited as Adeline took a deep breath.

"I didn't know anything about magic until they came to my house and delivered my letter. Suddenly all the weird things that would happen around my brother and I made sense. Suddenly I was in a world that wouldn't look at me as if I was a freak…" Adeline paused, her eyes focused on the ground.

"I was excited when I came to Hogwarts. The ministry person did a fantastic job on focusing on all the good things about this world, they failed to mention the bad. It wasn't till I got sorted into Slytherin and started my classes that I found out. All the other classes hate Slytherin because it's the house that produces the most dark wizards. Many Slytherins apparently joined Voldemort during the first war. So anyone who wasn't a slytherin avoided me or called me names. But then some of the slytherins specifically the pureblood slytherins started calling me a mudblood."

Nova's hand clenched at the word and tried her best to stay calm.

"So everyone either hates me for being a slytherin or for being a muggle. The bullying got so bad I decided to avoid people as much as possible. Pam figured it out however, she's tougher than I am. She fights back but she decided to put her focus on protecting me instead. Any other muggle born slytherins tend to stay to themselves not knowing who to trust."

Nova nodded taking in what she just learned. She herself had noticed that certain people tended to avoid her in the two days she had been here, particularly a certain hufflepuff.

"Is that why Pam is following us right now?" Nova asked a loud thud rang out in the hall and Pam peaked out rubbing her head.

"How did you know I was here?" She demanded.

"Like Adeline said, you follow her everywhere. It wasn't that hard to guess. How's your head?"

"Fine." Pam grumbled as she approached the two girls.

"I never understood the rivalry of the houses." Nova admitted. "Especially the hostility towards Slytherin. My father was a slytherin and he fought with the order, left his family too. You should be proud to be a slytherin and a muggle. Honestly purebloods should be the ones looked down on, I don't see what's so special about being inbreds."

Adeline let out a horrified gasp but Pam snickered and nodded her head in approval.

"Okay you seem good." Pam said through snickers.

Nova smiled at her new friends and together they began navigating the castle with Nova and Pam keeping an eye out for anyone who would dare mess with them. They also attempted to get close to any other muggle borns, but as Adeline had pointed out many had trust issues. Still Nova always made it clear was there for anyone though it seemed like it was just going to be her and the two girls.

Trying to get her professors to let her use muggle supplies ended up less of a hassle than she thought it would be. Professor Magonagall had been a little hesitant at first however she did like how Nova tended to color code her charts. But other than that almost every other teacher didn’t seem to mind and soon Nova noticed other muggle students using their own muggle supplies. However one teacher that seemed to keep putting up the most resistance was Professor Snape.

“I thought I said to take out parchment and quills not whatever this is.” Snape said looking over Novas supplies.

“Its the same principle.” Nova said showing him the tip of her fountain pen. She knew this one was going to be a tough one she had asked around about all the teachers.

Snape was also her head of house though she hardly ever saw him, he was rumored to always favor their house. Currently that didn't seem to be the case.

“The supply list calls for parchment and quills.” Snape said as if making this final.

“The notebook is a form of parchment and I am still using the correct ink in my pen.” Nova countered, a pair of red headed twins that were sitting across from her looked at them in amusement.

“Miss Vinci while you are in this class I suggest you follow all the rules and that applies to the adequate supplies for this school.” Snape said sternly.

Nova glared at Snape as she pulled out her wand, his eyes raised in disbelief but instead she tapped her pen and muttered a spell making the pen turn into a quill.

“Better?” Nova asked, finally Pam and the twins burst into laughter.

“5 points from Gryffindor.” Snape said through clenched teeth, making Nova look at him with wide eyes.

“You can't do that.” She protested, if anything he should be taking points away from their house.

“10 points then.” Snape hissed, oh so that’s how this was going to be, fine.

Nova stayed quiet as she tried to focus on her work. They had started working on a potion and Nova decided it was best to wear her safety gear. She slipped on her gloves and snapped her goggles into place. She knew people were staring at her but still she pressed on adding to her potion as instructed.

“What is all this?” Snape asked completely unamused by what she was wearing.

“Its called safety gear.” Nova said looking over her cauldron to make sure it was turning the right shade.

“And why are you wearing it?”

“The name clearly states its purpose.” Nova said looking up at him.

“Did I ask you to put anything on?” Snape asked and Nova could tell she was definitely testing his patience.

“Given the type of potion you are making us do I’m surprised you didn't.” Nova continued.

“Are you that far behind from being homeschooled that you fear your well being from your own work.” Snape remarked, oh so this is how he was going to be.

“On the contrary.” Nova said her eyes narrowing. “I know what to do, still accidents can happen. If anything I just doubt your healing abilities and though I can be taken to the hospital wing I would like to avoid excruciating pain in my eyes and hands.”

Snapes nostrils flared and again Pam and the twins snickered while Adeline stared at her horrified.

“Detention Weasley.” Snape snapped, making Nova's jaw drop.

She wanted to protest but she knew it was futile, she’d figure out a way around all this.

“Hey Vinci right?” One of the twins asked as they caught up to her.

“Yes?” Nova asked, noticing Pam tense, she put a hand on her arm to calm her.

“We were wondering.” The other continued.

“Our father he loves all this muggle stuff you think you could give us some things to send to him?” The first said, Nova tried to remember where she had heard the name Weasley before.

“Your father works for the ministry right?” Nova asked as she remembered her father speak of an Arthur Weasley would he be their father.

“Yes.” They both said, making Nova nod.

“I could tell my father to give him some of my old things. He works for the ministry too, and would probably be faster.” Nova said smiling politely at the two boys.

“Sounds great, Fred and George Weasley by the way.” Fred said, holding his hand out.

“Fred and George got it.” Nova said looking between the two as she shook his hand. “Sorry about the dentition.”

“Eh dont worry about it.” George said.

“Hasn’t been the first time.”

“Definitely won't be the last.”

“Still its not fair he’s just a bitter old git.” Nova mumbled. “He cant get away with it.”

“Sounds like you have an idea brewing.” George said smiling.

“Possibly.” Nova smiled back. “I’ll definitely let you know what I come up with.”

The twins were a fun lot, Nova began to notice them more when she would roam the halls with Pam and Adeline. Helping keep an eye out for each other whenever Filch was close. The twins were impressed that Nova was able to evade Mrs. Norris so easily until they realized she just dropped off cat treats in order to keep her busy. Nova gave them half of her supply after that.

However as the week continued and they began entering their weekend Nova kept noticing that a certain Hufflepuff was still ignoring her. The Slytherins shared a couple classes with the Hufflepuffs yet Cedric always seemed to sit as far away from her as possible. In the end the only other friend the girls had managed to make besides the Weasleys was Jaime, the Hufflepuff girl that rode in the train with Nova on her way to Hogwarts. Jaime a Hufflepuff through and through never spoke as to why Cedric avoided her so much but Nova had a pretty good idea.

She was finally able to confront him during the weekend. Adeline had insisted Pam needed to work on her homework since apparently Pam had a track record of always holding off till the last second to do her work. Nova had been caught up and figured it be easier to explore the castle if she was alone, as much as she enjoyed the two girls company she needed some time to herself.

Nova's map of the castle was far from complete and she took her time going down the halls as she sketched into her notebook. She looked up to double check where she was going when she saw him. He froze as he saw her and he seemed to be contemplating which way he should take off. Nova however shut her notebook shut rather harshly and approached him quickly.

"Cedric." She said fiercely as she stopped in front of him. "Is there a reason you are avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you." He said though his expression said differently.

"Oh really?" Nova narrowed her eyes at him. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and finally broke.

“You’re a slytherin.” He said simply

“And you're a Hufflepuff so what?” Nova asked, crossing her arms.

“Do you have any idea how many dark wizards have come from slytherin house?” Cedric asked as if that would clear everything up.

“And what about the slytherins that aren’t dark wizards?” Nova countered. “What about the Slytherins that are muggle borns? The slytherins that grew up knowing noting about the Wizarding world until they came here? The slytherins that were suddenly turned down by those who were suppose to be accepting of them? And what about the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and Gryffindors who maybe weren’t as bad as death eaters but are still not good? I doubt all of you are saints too. And for the record your house doesn’t matter in the real world, you really think your job applications will ask what house you attended in Hogwarts? I really doubt my NASA one will.”

“You’re what?” Cedric suddenly asked, very confused cause he was sure he had never heard of that department before.

“National Aeronautics and Space Administration, it's the American muggle space program but that’s beside the point. The point is slytherin isn’t a bad house and not everyone is automatically a death eater or evil, hell not all of us are even bloody pure bloods. I thought Hufflepuff would be more accepting, guess that means you aren’t what your house says you are.” Nova huffed and turned away however she didn't feel as good as she though she would have after having that conversation.

“You know the more you stare at food the longer its going to stay there.” Pam said, breaking through Novas thoughts.

“Guess I’m not that hungry.” Nova grumbled still having been in a bad mood when she woke up the next day.

She had told the girls what had happened and though they had been a nice comfort Nova couldn’t here’ll but be a little homesick. Maybe she could ask her mother to send some cookies. She felt Pam stiffen beside her and looked up to see Cedric standing next to her.

“I figured maybe we need a restart. Hi I’m Cedric.” He said smiling softly at her and holding his hand out.

“I’m Nova.” She said, hesitantly shaking his hand. “These are my friend Pam and Adeline.”

Cedric smiled a little brighter and Nova felt her resolve slowly melt away, curse this Hufflepuff.

[tumblunni]

Ok this is gonna sound weird but can you help me figure out how to self care

I've been practising trying to get over my social anxiety using Pokemon Go, cos like its an easy sociallu un-embarassing distraction when im nervous in crowds. I mean i used to just pretend to look at my phone before, and before that i owned a watch entirely to pretend to look at it, lol! Plus pokemon go has a map built in so it helps me navigate new places with minimal panic about getting lost. Anxiety + bad geographical sense = even more anxiety!

So anyway I've been trying to force myself to go on walks through The Anxiety Land more often, and gameifying it even more seems to help? Giving myself 'points' for doing various stuff to fight this anxiety. One for every day I make the same walk around this lil neighbourhood circuit, and a bonus point for each km i walk beyond the bare minimum. Pokego is useful for this too cos my shiny magikarp gets a candy precisely every kilometre! And then i think maybe a bonus ten points if i keep up a streak of going on a walk every single day for a week, month, etc? I dunno!

I also dunno really what sort of incentive to give myself for getting all these points. What am i even gonna get if i reach a milestone? I dont really know how to 'treat yo self',theres not much that i can do to make a day special or anything. And most universally agreed upon 'special days' are stuff thatd be more of another challenge to me- vacationing in a new place or going to cinema or bowling or getting hair styled. Why is scary socialness everywhere!!! And then just buying myself something isnt really gonna work cos i mean.. Nothing stopping me from buying whatever i want whenever i can afford it. Thats just what adulthood is. So i'd have to stop giving myself treats in order to give myseld treats, and thats not exactly an incentive! Plus i already have a problem with denying myseld those kinds of day to day treats, and defining stuff as "treats" when it really shouldnt be, cos thats what being poor does to you even when you get more money to live on. I mean i barely ever buy new clothes! I still only have one pair of shoes and theyre starting to leak at the bottom. And i went without a bed for the first few years i lived here cos 'i can make do on the floor and save some money'. And i ended up getting such a crick in my neck that it hurt sooooo much more after i started sleeping on tje new and good bed and correcting my posture. And man now i can actually stand up straight again!! I was guzma'd!! Actually man that would make sense that team skull isnt just slouchy cos theyre trying to be cool, but also cos theyre all homeless kids with a history of floor sleepin. No wonder theres that one grunt you find flopped over three beds at once in the ultimate snooze! Oh man imagine guzma takin the new recruits mattress shopping and everyone is like YO THIS IS DOPE LOOK AT THE MEMORY FOAM

Anyway i went offtopic lol

So can you guys help me figure out what kind of 'gift' i can give myself if i meet my anti anxiety exercise goals?

Ehhhh i dunno maybe i'll just commission someone to draw one of my dumb ocs. But i'm always too nervous to commission anyone so yeah thatd just be anotjer anxiety boss battle.. *sigh*

Anywya probably i should give myself bonus points whenever i encounter Extra Anxiouses during my walk. Probably. I dunno. Should i give myseld points for that time i helped the homeless.lady and didnt embarass myself? Or should i just start counting from today cos thats when i got the idea? Ehhhh

[syharper]

the universe aligns with you

@syjaewon:

there’s a nook in the navigational room, a small collection of cushions that pretend to be a couch sometimes, slid onto a wide pane, the thick window opening up a view out into open space, unending darkness and bright spots, and this is where jaewon sometimes curls up to talk over the comm with people, hana before she came aboard, vera when she was still alive, saito answering his calls only sometimes. he sits here when he knows he can’t sleep, when he knows his bed holds more ghosts than dreams, more curses than rest, when the days and nights melt into each other and he’s desperate for a respite.

this is where he calls henry most of the time, a conversation he’d always rather have in private, something selfish and embarrassed eating at the center of him whenever it comes to the male he’s known for six years, the fact that despite how vehemently he’d wanted to reject the offer made before, he does still call his ex-mechanic, he does still message him and reach out to him. in the absence of vera, talking to henry has become important.

when he answers though, jaewon never knows what to say, how to begin, having never been much of a manners kind of guy, never been much of a formalities kind of guy, polite, useless words sticking in his throat, especially now that he’s calling henry with someone else in the room, their gaze pinned to his form. his eyes dart over quickly to harper, who stands off to the side, worried this is going to be worse than he could even imagine, but thankfully however, henry already knows how tongue-tied jaewon can get.

“how’s our baby?” is the first question, which thankfully irritates jaewon out of his nervousness.

“serenity is fine for the most part. we just lost another engineer though.”

“audrey’s gone?” henry frowns into the comm and there’s something different about him, something more relaxed than jaewon has become used to seeing him lately, a tenseness in his shoulders absent today, his eyes softer, his demeanor less frazzled. must be a good day.

“no no, she’s still here. we’re heading into the core though, so i dont think we’ll be picking anybody up anytime soon.”

“is the radiator still making that noise?”

“yeah, she said she did what you suggested and it only made things worse.”

a sharp, short sigh. “then she did it wrong.”

“i’ll pass that along.”

“just tell her to switch the off-frame to manual and bypass the hyperchordial connectors– they’re mostly useless anyway.”

jaewon’s face slacks into a deadpan. “should i be writing this down?”

“yeah actually, but only if you want your ship to stay up in the air.” a beat passes while jaewon rolls his eyes slightly and looks out the window, hearing henry chuckle at his own jab, and for a moment it’s almost like nothing’s changed, no amount of distance or stars separate the two of them, henry still in the engine room, still nagging him, still teasing him.

but then of course, jaewon’s eyes flit down to the screen again before looking back over at harper, self-consciousness burning against his ribcage once more. “there’s someone here for you. someone who wants to talk to you.”

“what for?” henry’s eyebrow lifts.

“you’re smart, you’ll figure it out.” jaewon shifts, putting the console down and getting out of the makeshift seat, making way for harper to assume the position he’d held, physically and metaphorically as well; a sibling for henry. not that she didn’t have that title long before jaewon ever tried for it, but as he watches the two of them make their first connection in years, he realizes how out of place he really is, how he’d never fit that mold in the first place, never would, never could, just before turning and slipping out of the room.

it’s crazy how, even when you can’t remember someone’s voice and it’s been over a decade, the second you hear it again, you recognise it as if you heard it just yesterday. suddenly all her memories of times on beaumonde with her little brother have sound again, recognisable sound, and the lump in her throat is bigger than anything she has ever thought even remotely possible.

and her eyes are glued to jaewon, to the way he’s focused on the comm, looking a little tense but still dutifully replying to henry’s question; the ship clearly still the biggest connection between the two, right after each other. and harper can only stand there and take it all in, the thing they have going on between them. it’s almost creepy, how she can suddenly recognise whatever she has been holding in her chest for the captain as being almost exactly that which now hangs in between her little brother and jaewon.

the banter is so familiar, so like the way henry always used to communicate with their dad, sometimes even with her too, and to hear his voice, those familiar tilts, that familiar way he speaks of machinery and engineers. she sees a different side to jaewon today, something a little softer around the edges, a little more whole - or maybe she’s just imagining things. but as she watches the short conversation exchanged between the both of them, she finds herself feeling mellow herself, a warmth in her chest for the sight of these two men, her muscles relaxed despite how nervous she feels about actually having to talk to henry herself.

and then jaewon glances over at her again, and harper sees the tension return, sees the way he draws himself back together from what he was with henry to what he is with other people, with his crew, with humanity. she expects the way he introduces the fact that someone else wants to talk to henry, but it still doesn’t make her any less nervous about the actual contact. it’s been over a decade, there’s no saying if henry even wants to know her. let alone have a conversation with her. but jaewon gets up and harper feels obliged to step forward.

with the effort the captain has done for her to start this call, she can’t just walk out. she’s bigger than that. she’s stronger than that. she’s a goddamn assassin, she can stand face to face with the worst people and pull a knife on them like it’s no big deal. if she can’t handle a tiny little video call with her estranged brother, then what is her worth really?

her heart still beats in her throat when she walks up to the pillow seat, hands trembling ever so slightly when she picks up the communicator.

and there he is.

his eyes are looking at the screen of his own comm, flickering over it, taking in her face that has appeared there now. it’s not long before a frown slowly creases his forehead, confusion over her appearance settling in. he doesn’t know her, after all. her face has been altered just so that nobody from back home would recognise her - at least not at first glance. so she can’t hold it against him that he has no idea who she is, because it’s not his fault that she is not who she used to be.

he hasn’t changed at all, though. as if any second he could break out into that goofy grin of his and say something stupid ending in ‘jiejie’ that will make her want to throw him off the deep end although she never would. he’s matured, of course, but his face is still so very him that harper needs a long moment of just staring to take it all in, to truly process that henry is alive and on the other side of the comm in her hand.

“i’m sorry, am i supposed to know you?” he asks, blunt and to the point, as if unaware of how those words could hurt someone - or maybe as if he doesn’t care whether they do. she can’t help but smile, even though somehow there are tears in her eyes as well, too many emotions coursing through her in this very moment.

“well, i had some changes done, but…” she doesn’t finish her sentence. can’t. not with the way henry’s face suddenly grows pale, eyes widening right before he seemingly drops the comm in his own hands, then barely manages to catch it before it hits the ground. and then he’s just staring at the screen again for a solid moment, but harper doesn’t need him to say anything to know he recognised her voice the same way she recognised his. his mouth opens to speak, but no sound comes out yet, and so harper explains before he needs to ask.

“it was my fault, didi,” she says, and she watches the way henry’s expression goes slack, wonders how quickly she will lose her brother again after finding him now that he’s going to hear the truth about everything; their parents, their home, their demise. “i was involved in a revolution and i pissed off the wrong people. they… i mean…” she pauses, blanches, realises she’s never said it aloud to anyone in the entire verse. it’s harder than she thought it would be.

“that’s.. it’s… my fault, jie?” it’s almost a question, and she sees how henry tests the name on his tongue, but it feels all too familiar for her. like being thrown back into the past, like suddenly finding her feet rooted on beaumondian soil again. she can’t help but smile, even though his words make no sense to her. “i was making them ships to attack the corporation with. i was doing shit…” henry trails off, glances over to the side as if unsure how to voice out his own truths. harper knows all too well how that feels.

“i know, henry,” she therefore says, and his gaze instantly returns to her at the sound of his name. “i know what you were doing. but it wasn’t your fault. this wasn’t your fault. it was mine.” she watches the way a deep frown slowly creases his forehead, before he shakes his head.

“whatever, whit, it’s been over a decade. does it really matter whose fault it is they bombed our house? they did it, and that’s all there’s to it.” there’s a lethal edge to his voice as he finishes that sentence, and harper feels the hairs in her neck temporarily rise, before she manages to reassure herself that this is her brother and he won’t just try to attack her. he can’t, even, because they’re only video calling and not actually physically near to each other.

“but what happened, jie? i thought i saw you die…”

she tells him, then, with one last look around the room to make sure no one else is there, and that the door is closed. she sits in the seat made of pillows where plenty a conversation has been held before this one, and she tells her brother everything he needs to know. she tells him of the revolution, of the ships. she tells him of the people who rescued her, and the people who took her in. she tells him of persephone, of the people who helped her. she tells him of the boy she met in the streets of the city, and how she wanted to take revenge.

and that’s the moment where she stops talking. because how do you tell your little brother, the one you know has always looked up to you, that your entire life is now based around the fact that you’re trying to murder as many members of the blue sun corporation before it kills you? she still remembers kinam’s response to his precious whitney turning into a mercenary, so how can she tell henry that his beloved jiejie has become an assassin? 

but she realises that if there is one person in her life that she needs to tell the truth to, then it’s her little brother. the one person in the entire verse who deserves to know the truth no matter the danger it puts him in. because if you can’t be honest with family, then who can you be honest with, right? so she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and confesses the truth. how they changed her face, how they trained her, and how she now kills people on command, all so she could have the skills and freedom necessary to work on her own revenge.

and as she speaks her truths, harper prepares herself for the disgust. or the anger. or something much worse; disappointment. but there is no long silence, no surprise, not even a hitch in his voice when henry speaks again.

“we all do what we must,” he tells her easily, but no matter how little trouble he seems to have with saying it, she knows he’s serious from the way he’s looking at the screen when she opens her eyes again. “we all have our own demons to live with, jie. as long as you’re tearing them down without letting it tear you down, you do what you must.”

it’s funny how easily the walls she’s put around her emotions can crumble down when faced with the absolute acceptance that has always been a fact in her family after so many years without it. tears well up in her eyes, hands trembling heavily as she tries to keep a proper hold on the comm, biting her lower lip to stop herself from actually sobbing. henry’s face merely shifts into a soft, somehow warm smile.

“did you think i was going to hate you for it? i’ve killed people too, whit. i’ve… for years i thought you were one of them. for years i thought my entire family died because of me.” he smiles without mirth and she feels empty inside as she watches her precious little brother suddenly look so tired. “i wanted revenge too, but i’m not as capable as you. i’m an engineer, not a warrior. you know that.” he shrugs, and she almost envies the ease with which he seems to leave it all behind him with that one simple movement. “so i didn’t do anything about it, and eventually the urge to take revenge kind of eroded away, i guess.” his smile shifts then, actual warmth in it again, but this time not for her. his eyes dart off to something she can’t see. “and then i found something else to fill my heart with.”

she blinks, surprised for a moment. suddenly faced with the reality that her little brother is a grown man, that there might actually be someone in his life. she remembers the captain’s comment about serenity’s pilot disappearing at the same time as henry left. she remembers the looks henry used to give one of the girls he worked with. she remembers a lot of things, just didn’t think they’d all come together to this very moment. so she smiles as well, then gently takes a better hold of the comm. “tell me.”

and so he does.

he speaks of getting off beaumonde. of taking a ride aboard a slave trader to get away. of setting foot on persephone all the same. of freeing slaves, of stealing ships. he tells her of being a captain, being a warrior, and harper can see it all, even if she could never imagine her little brother doing any of those things. but the man looking at her through the comm, that one is capable of these things. and harper can only feel prouder with ever passing minute, just looking at the man on her screen. the man her little brother has turned into.

he tells her of serenity then, of vera who took him in despite his ragged appearance. he tells her of the ship, of how the hum of its engine captured his heart and wouldn’t let him give up because he had to make sure she could keep flying. he tells her of jaewon, a boy with fire in his eyes and steel in his heart. a boy who couldn’t stand henry even the slightest, but who somehow still took him along when he stole the ship. he tells her of the years as serenity’s head engineer, of the times he’d barely saved her from destruction.

he tells her of a boy turned captain, of a ragtag band of individuals turned crew. he tells her of ephraim, the cook who became his best friend. he tells her of kafka, the beaumondian boy destined to annoy the heck out of him. he tells her of mina, a sister he never thought he could have again. he tells her of minsu, a partner in crime. he tells her of all the people that became the family he lost, that helped him fill the void he’d been trapped in, that made life a little more bearable.

then he tells her of yihan. she hears it the second he speaks the man’s name. the way his voice changes, the way his eyes shift temporarily over to whatever it is out of screen. he smiles at her then, a little sheepish suddenly, then shrugs. she doesn’t need to hear him say it to know what he is trying to tell her. 

“i’m glad you have someone,” she says softly, thumb stroking over the screen of her communicator as if somehow she could truly touch her brother like that. “it’s good you’re not alone. that you haven’t been alone.” she smiles back at him, gentle, tentative. “it’s good you found a family, too.” she nods her head once, then glances shortly over at the door herself.

“i did, jie,” henry says, and her eyes automatically return to the screen. “and now that you’re there, i need you to take care of them.” his eyes focus directly into the camera then, and suddenly harper finds in herself what it means to be family again. she sees it in his eyes, in the way he is eyeing her, looking right beyond her masks and straight into her very core. “if you need to move on to reach your goal, you should. but as long as you’re on that ship, you keep them safe.”

silence.

she looks at her brother���s eyes on the screen, really takes him in as he keeps looking right at the camera, as if he somehow knows that she’s trying to find something there and doesn’t want to lose this almost eye-contact just yet. then his mouth opens and, he takes a breath to speak again.

“promise me, whit. promise me you’ll protect them. i need you to promise me.”

i need you to promise me.

she’s ten. henry is standing opposite of her with the colourful insect still in his hands. ‘promise me that if i let it go, it’ll survive. i need you to promise me.’

she’s thirteen. henry is holding on to her hand, looking at the destruction left behind by the earthquake. 'but it’s going to be okay again, right? i need you to promise me.’

she’s sixteen. henry stands opposite of her with his hands in his sides, frown creasing his forehead. ‘promise me you’re not going to do anything stupid. i need you to promise me, jie.’

she’s twenty-one. henry’s expression is a perfect depiction of agony as he looks at her in the haze of a burning city. ‘promise me they’ll be avenged. i need you to promise me, whit.’

her name is whitney. she is an older sister first, and no time nor space is ever going to change that. she is whitney lau and when her brother needs her, she goes through fire and doom, she faces storms and destruction. she never, ever lets him down.

“i promise, hen.”

the eye contact breaks as henry looks down at his screen again rather than the camera and she lets her own eyes wander over his features one more time. when she suddenly realises there are tears trailing down her cheeks, she quickly clears her throat and lifts a hand to wipe them away. to her relief, her brother doesn’t comment on it and merely nods at her once.

“take care of our brother too, jie.”

she smiles then, can’t help but chuckle a little too.

“it’s not like he needs someone to fight his battles for him,” she says with a little shrug and henry laughs in clear amusement. soon, she nods her head anyway. “but i’ll be by his side if he needs me.” she takes a breath, pauses, then sighs lightly. “you didn’t have to tell me for me to do that, really.”

they share a grin, and for a short moment, whitney enjoys the feeling of being like this with her brother again, of sharing something as simple as their usual camaraderie. then henry’s eyes shift away again and she know before he speaks what he’s going to say.

“i’m gonna have to go for now, jie. we’re kind of in the middle of some shit here so i need to be all hands on deck. i’ll talk to you again soon, though.” he shoots her another grin, this one entirely like the goofy grins her memories are filled with and she can’t help but grin back, laughing simply because of how full she feels currently. how at peace.

“alright, didi. go invent a metal cure for mortality. i’ll talk to you soon.”

he gives her a thumbs up. a few moments later the screen goes dark and the connection is cut off. the pleasant warmth in her chest lasts for a couple more minutes, but when she finally looks away from the screen, suddenly everything seems a little lonelier than it did before. and harper sinks back into her skin the second she gets up, like waking from a dream you wish could have lasted forever.

but reality kicks in sooner or later. and so she leaves the navigation room behind her, taking with her the reassurance at least that her little brother is currently alive and well - no matter what happened in between.

and the suddenly very pressing issue of her messed up loyalties.

[taciteaneremite]

LITTLE: -Shes up at the PILOT SEAT right now. The course is pretty clear but she'd rather not leave it all to the autopilot... maybe she's just not completely comfortable with letting it go for too long or without her supervision anymore. The ship is kinda cramped, and she took some of their extra room to fill up with EVEN MORE SUPPLIES so they can get a much bigger delivery done, but that leaves them with a little bit of a squeeze. She's nursing an energy drink as she watches SPACE PARTICLES go by at zooming speeds.-

COLT: -navigates through all this STUFF to get to the cock pit. he pauses in the doorway for a second before clearing his throat.- 

COLT: Hey there. You've been at this for a while...

LITTLE: w3l w3r3 4LMOST h4lfw4y

LITTLE: w3r3 go1n !

LITTLE: 4lso no on3s tr13d to shot us y3t >:p

COLT: ... Is that an immediate concern? -leans over her shoulder-

LITTLE: do YOU l1k3 g3t1ng shot 4t sm4rt guy ? ? ?

COLT: Not particularly... 

COLT: But I think we'd be alright even if you rested for a lil while.

LITTLE: -She pushes the controls forward and climbs up onto the chair, leaning over the back to sniff at him.- s4ys th3 sw1s ch3s3 m4n ONC3 h3 g3ts shot f1fty t1m3s

COLT: ... -holds her face- We ain't gonna get shot.

LITTLE: BY M3T3OR G4NGS

COLT: -squishes her cheeks- Nah...

LITTLE: BY TH3 4CTU4L M3T3ORS

COLT: ... The meteors are gonna shoot us.

LITTLE: Y3S

LITTLE: dont you know how sp4c3 works >:o

COLT: Gosh... Guess I don't know as much as I thought I did... 

COLT: Or maybe you're bein' a lil paranoid?

LITTLE: 1 4m not !

LITTLE: 1m just c4r3ful !

LITTLE: L1K3 4LW4YSLITTLE: 1m b31ng r3spons1bl3 4bout

LITTLE: br1g4nds 4nd stuf

COLT: Mrgg... 

COLT: Reckon there ain't nothin' wrong with that. -kisses her forehead- But if you're gonna be cautious, then maybe we should make a pit stop or two?

LITTLE: -SIGHS A LITTLE- w3l l l 

LITTLE: 1 could prob4bly pul ov3r 

LITTLE: for 4 L1L wh1l3

COLT: -smiles- Alright. Good.

LITTLE: your3 not g3t1ng 4l cop3d up 4r3 you >:? 

LITTLE: 1 m34n th1s 41nt my f1rst rod3o but youv3 only b3n on th3 B1G sh1ps

COLT: Nah... It doesn't really bother me. 

COLT: -pets her hair a little before drawing away-I just wanna make sure you get some rest.

LITTLE: -She grumbles as she starts to climb off the chair and grab onto him.- w1l you just LITTLE: m4k3 sur3 th3 4utop1lot st4ys on tr4ck th3n 

LITTLE: 1 m34n just 1N c4s3

COLT: -strokes her hair more while she's in his proximity again to comfort her- Of course I will.

LITTLE: ok13 

LITTLE: 1ts my f1rst t1m3 fly1ng s1nc3 LITTLE: you know

COLT: I know... 

COLT: But you got me as your co-pilot this time. I'll look out for you. -leans down to smooch her head again-

LITTLE: -coos a little as she lays against him- 1f w3 d1dnt h4v3 work 1d br1ng you to on3 of the r34ly pr3ty pl4n3ts 

LITTLE: d3w 4nd gl4s 4nd qu4rtz 4nd m3lody

LITTLE: 1ts CR4ZY how th1s stuf 3x1sts

COLT: -hums- Maybe on the way back home we can stop someplace nice for a day...

LITTLE: ok13 

 LITTLE: but 1ts gon4 b3 4 surpr1s3 >:o

COLT: That's the kinda surprise I don't mind. -smiles, then gives her back a pat- Now get some rest, darlin'.

LITTLE: ok4 4 4y 

LITTLE: 1f you s3 on3 of thos3 sp4c3 d1n3rs pul ov3r

COLT: I'll be sure to. -also because he's into the whole diner aesthetic. honestly he digs this whole space trucking thing...- 

COLT: -tilts her head up to give her one more kiss, this time on the lips-

-------- 

It's one of those ports that the old ship would never really get the chance to stop at because the old ship is roughly the same size as this port-- built into an asteroid like all good shady truck stops in the middle of the milky way, with a few artificial gravity probes and force fields to keep an atmosphere POSSIBLE. When they land it's probably close to three in the morning by their time, but it's a decent enough place to eat while the ship refills it's solar batteries.-

LITTLE: -YAWNS as she plods down the ship's ramp, sniffing the air and glancing around. Some glowing neon signs advertise a burger joint, but there is a space Dunkin' donuts (meaning they're probably in the Space Northeast) and a watering hole with some vague, shady, vaguely shady types drinking.-

LITTLE: H4Y 

LITTLE: W3R3 H3R3

LITTLE: -KNOCKS HER STICK ON THE SIDE OF THE SHIP-

COLT: -he's dozing by that point, jostled awake suddenly by the thunk of wood to metal. gathering himself up, he ambles to meet her outside, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.- 

COLT: -then he glances around- Gosh... Ain't seen many ports like this before. -it's so back water... he loves it-

LITTLE: h3 h3 h3 LITTLE: th3r3s l1k3 4 M1L1ON 

LITTLE: -There's a very small atrium. A kiosk selling communicator cases and sunglasses, a closed candy desk with one of those sliding cages on it... little things like that, mainly.- 

LITTLE: -Grabs his arm and leans all up ons, no less.- w3 should buy som3 cr4p >:o

COLT: Yeah. Ok. -walking past the kiosk, he instinctively reaches for sunglasses...- 

COLT: -picks up a big red pair and places them carefully on her face.-

LITTLE: -SQUINTS- 

 LITTLE: 1 LOK L1K3 MY MOM

LITTLE: >80

LITTLE: -She grabs a com case that appears to be decorated with lisa Frank style horses in a sparkly valley.- so YOU got4 g3t th1s on3 now 1f your3 gon4 b3 m4k1ng m3 lok l1k3 4 hundr3d y34r old l4dy

COLT: That's just fine. 

COLT: I like it. It ain't exactly my aesthetic but close enough. :P

LITTLE: 1TS PR4NC1NG PON13S SO 

LITTLE: -She is gonna dig some more through what they've got. She enjoys stickers and decals in particular, grabbing up a BUNCH of those. As she busily does this, a pair of trolls wander out of the bar nearby-- a couple of scarred-up Seadwellers, one male and one female. One has a very prominent gun holster at his hip. They seem to be muttering something to each other, half drunk, as one points in the vague direction of the kiosk.-

COLT: -while he's content to watch little peruse, he's always been wary of his surroundings... so of course he picks up on the seadwellers staring in their general direction. he isn't one to jump to conclusions but he also can't help his natural inclination to stare back at people judgmentally. after eyeballing the pair for a second, he turns his attention back towards little, putting his arm around her shoulders.-

LITTLE: -She peeks in that direction too... And there is certainly a change in her direction. The second his arm is around her shoulder she is tugging at him.- 

LITTLE: H3Y YOU KNOW WH4T 1 4M 

LITTLE: HUNGRY 

LITTLE: 1 N3D TO BURG 

LITTLE: LETS BURG

COLT: Alright. -he won't question it... but he might squint once more in their direction before shuffling with her to the burger place.-

[ They DO look suspicious... And little is definitely nervous. ]

LITTLE: -But she drags him PRETTY Hard and Plops into a seat, lifting a menu and practically burying her face in it, as though to hide.-

COLT: -doof. he nestles into his own seat, and now that they at least have some distance from the others, he peers over at her with concern.- Is everythin' ok...?

LITTLE: M4YB3 

LITTLE: WHO W4NTS TO KNOW

COLT: ... Please. 

COLT: Quit hollerin' and tell me what you're all worked up about... 

COLT: Do you know those two out there? -frowns, glancing in that direction-

LITTLE: -sweats as they peek in the window...- 1 h1r3d 3m 

LITTLE: th3yr3 k1nd4 dr1ft3rs

LITTLE: >:x

LITTLE: 4 wh1l3 4go 1 m34n to h3lp m3 h4ul cr4p 

LITTLE: 1 m4y h4v3 d1tch3d th3m wh3n th3y st4rt3d g3t1ng cr3py

COLT: -so they ARE the creepy trolls she had been traveling with... he squints MORE.- Mmmg... -rumbles- 

COLT: Well they better drift on outta here.

LITTLE: OK w41t 1 h4v3 4n 1d34

LITTLE: ord3r two hot bl4ck cof3s ok

COLT: -now he's eyeing her curiously- Alright... -he does it without any further question, when their waiter comes back around soon after-

LITTLE: -sniffs the coffee as it arrives...-

LITTLE: ok13 so wh4t w3 do 1s w3 t4k3 th1s 4nd th3n w3 throw 1t 4t th31r dumb f4c3s

LITTLE: th4ts th3 pl4n >:o

COLT: -LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA- I mighta known. 

COLT: -and yet... he doesn't seem to be objecting... the look on his face is one of deep consideration-

LITTLE: -WOW HES REALLY CONSIDERING IT- 1 w4s 4lso th1nk1ng th4t w3 dr1nk th3 cof3s 4nd cl1mb out th3 b4throm w1ndow

COLT: ... That's probably smarter. -he almost had a lapse in judgement there... almost-

LITTLE: 4nd TH3N w3 g3t n3w cof3s to throw 1n th31r f4c3s 1f th3yr3 h4ng1ng to clos3 to th3 sh1p >:o >:o >:o

COLT: That sounds reasonable. 

COLT: ... But only under these circumstances. I think I oughta emphasis that...

LITTLE: - LEANS TOWARDS HIM- th4t ? ? ?

COLT: That... you shouldn't make a habit of throwing coffee on people. :P

LITTLE: HORS3 4PL3SLITTLE: 3V3RYTH1NG 1S 4 W34PON

LITTLE: 3SP3C14LY hot 4c1ds

LITTLE: wh1ch cof3 1snt but st1l

LITTLE: ...4r3 th3y st1l w4tch1ng? ? ?-they do not appear to be, but little regardless isn't looking-

COLT:  They don't seem to be. -keeps an eye on them anyway while giving her shoulder a comforting rub- 

COLT: We can probably sneak past 'em... But do you wanna grab some food before we skedaddle?

LITTLE: mph h h  1 gu3s 

LITTLE: but m4k3 1t to go 

LITTLE: w3l 34t 1n th3 sh1p. . .  -The two of them appear to have wandered off, for now.-

COLT: Alrighty. -hrms when he sees they've disappeared. they better stay disappeared... I tell you hwhat.- 

COLT: -once their food is ordered and boxed up for them, colt takes it upon himself to escort them out of the burger place, sticking close and squared up protectively. it's not like he actually wants to fight anybody, but the last thing he wants is for little to feel unsafe.-

LITTLE: -They make their way out a bit-- and the two of them are arguing, as usual, out in front of their ship.-  >:T 

LITTLE: (ok13 just run ov3r 4nd shov3 3m ov3r 4nd w3l t4k3 of l1k3 R1GHT NOW)

COLT: (I don't wanna instigate nothin'... But if they try to come at us, that's a different story...) 

COLT: -he's staring entirely too much even as he starts to guide them back to their ship. looking like this: >:B very threatening.-

THE DEUCE: -TURN AROUND SUDDENLY- 

LITTLE: >:T -they are approaching- 

LITTLE: -right up to the ramp..- 

THE DEUCE: I KNEW IT WAS YOU! 

LITTLE: ! 

LITTLE: -she just.  RUNS AHEAD AND SHOVES.  The two of them stumble over each other as she scampers up the ship.- 

LITTLE: SUCK 4 D1CK DUMB SH1TS ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

LITTLE: COM3 ON!

COLT: -oh geez... there she goes. she's spooked. he scrambles after, but not without POINTING at the two trolls.- You best keep away if you know what's good for ya. 

COLT: -AND THEN HE ALSO SCAMPERS.-

LITTLE: -ALREADY IN THE SEAT TAKING OFF... they only charged about HALFWAY but she's not looking back to see their reactions.-

LITTLE: >:T

LITTLE: W3L GOD

COLT: -wobbles into the cockpit while they take off, leaning over her seat.- Oof-- 

COLT: ... We sure showed them.

LITTLE: . . . 

LITTLE: wh4t k1nd4 burg3 d1d you gr4b

COLT: -produces the burg and hands it to her- Barbecue bacon cheeseburger.

LITTLE: >:o -SHE CONSUME-

COLT: -right out of his hand I hope-

LITTLE: -DONT LOSE ANY FINGERS COLT-

COLT: -it's a miracle he hasn't already...- 

COLT: -once she's got her meal in her clutches, he settles in to sit and eat as well. he's quiet for a good long moment, trying to vocalize his concerns.- 

COLT: Hey, Lil-- Ah... You don't think... they'd follow us?

LITTLE: pf 1 duno 

LITTLE: th3y d1dnt h4v3 th31r own sh1p 

LITTLE: th3y pr3ty much l1v3 1n pl4c3s l1k3 th4t

COLT: Oh, good... 

COLT: Then... We should probably make another stop soon. -leans over at her- We didn't get much fuel.

LITTLE: ...1 gu3s 

LITTLE: -SNARFS THE WHOLE BURGER-

LITTLE: bluh 

LITTLE: of 4L pl4c3s

COLT: ... I know. -tilts his head to bump against hers while he's near- I'm sorry.

LITTLE: -baps his face with a greasy hand- 1ts not l1k3 1ts your f4ult 1 just 

LITTLE: guh 

LITTLE: 1 h4t3 r3m1nd3rs

COLT: -his beard is not a NAPKIN. and no baps can stop him from kissing at her.- Then let's forget about it. 

COLT: We can put this on auto pilot for a lil while longer, can't we? 

COLT: You should come hang out with me in the back...

LITTLE: -Sniffs once and glances at the screen... and nods.- y3 OK

LITTLE: -She puts in some inputs to set their course and climbs up out of the chair, grabbing onto his arm.-

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TITS

sorry

Got a lil excited

sleepy jason for today