#I had fun writing this one

[miss0atae]

Random Thoughts about High School Frenemy (EP 1 – 8) : Let Free the curse of Siamwit School

It's been 8 episodes that I've watched HSF and there is something that I found very interesting in the story and I've been thinking about it since episode 5. However, I needed some time to think about how I would be talking about it. This series lives rent free in my mind at the moment and there are so many things to say. This time I want to talk about the feud in Siamwit School between Udon Phithak campus and Thep Burapha. It's probably something the viewers of the OG version already experienced so I hope they won't mind that I'm talking about it because I've discovered the story through HSF and I haven't watched the OG version (not planning to watch it yet too because I want to experience HSF without knowing anything else prior).

The animosity between the two campus started 16 years ago before the story of Shin and Saint. Louis, a student from Udon Phithak was bullying other students from Thep Burapha. They were the victims of extortion. This student was stopped by Sung, who was a student at that time from Thep Burapha. He stopped the extortion by being more violent to Louis and his followers. Soon, Louis was bullied by students from Thep Burapha. It was revenge for them, as he was the one who bullied them before or made them feeling insecure. The viciousness of their actions started to be impossible for him to bear and he committed suicide by jumping of a building. From this point, the hatred between the two campus started and never stopped. In the present time, Shin is the leader of the Udon Phithak's campus and Ken is supposed to be the leader of the Thep Burapha's campus, before the school administrator Paphada decides to merge the two campus together. Most of the students or teachers can't exactly remember well how the conflict started. They know that one student died and that the conflict never stopped from this point, but who were the real protagonists of it, they don't remember. In the present, Sung is a teacher who is working with Class 2 where you can find Shin, Ken, Saint and different students from either Udon Phithak or Thep Burapha.

I think there is a parallel between Sung's past and Shin and Saint's lives. Sung was a hot-headed student from Thep Burapha. He probably thought at that time that he was saving his fellow students and his violence was justified because Louis was also very violent towards others. Maybe he thought it was justice. The consequences of his actions only became real when he witnessed the suicide of Louis. We don't know yet what happened, but from this time he probably rethought his life. In the flashback, we saw that Sung never really back down from fighting against Louis or other students from Udon Phithak. He was apparently a good fighter. However, when Sung met Jeng to plead for his students' safety, he tells Jeng that he is “a peaceful man” and that he has other means to act that doesn't require violence or fighting. Sung from the past would probably have fought with Jeng and his gang to obtain what he wanted. The Sung for the present probably doesn't want to repeat the same mistake from the past. He still feels guilty as it is shown in his conversation with another teacher from the school. I wonder if Sung agreed to teach to Class 2 because he saw himself in them and knowing the terrible consequence of hatred, he may want to end this before history repeats itself. I just wonder why he thinks his way is better than Jan. I feel like the students bonded more with Jan than Sung, but I may be wrong because it's true they remain on the defensive with every teacher.

Shin, just like Sung, started to become the leader of his campus, when he defended Chatjen the same way Sung defended his fellow student. Someone was extorting money, and they stopped them by saying they are their friend. In both ways, they wanted to fight to make sure their friends/ fellow students would be free from their bully. When you watch the series, they almost say the same thing. I still think it's a pity that Sung never really try to reach out to Saint or Shin because he must know what it feels. When Sung wants to help the students, it's never by talking to them or trying to convince them. It's mostly the job of Jan even though she was never in the same situation. It's like she gets the role of caring, while he gets the role of protecting them from behind. I hope he will have in the next episodes the possibility to show them how he relates easily to what they are living because of his past. I get that he would prefer that it stays in the past because he is ashamed of what happened. In this end, Louis died because of him and Jom who was the bully in Shin's time, also died. If Louis died as a direct consequence of Sung's actions, Jom died from an accident that wasn't related to Shin. We can also point that Louis got bullied by the rest of the students, but in Shin's time, Jom just loose his title of leader of the Udon Phithak campus. That's the first difference between Shin and Sung. I also think that Sung was more prouder than Shin when he was the leader.

I feel this proud makes him closer to Saint from the past. When Saint was younger, he was the leader of his own gang and he was proudly nicknamed “Tsunami” because when he was going after someone, no one could beat him. His use of violence could be compared to the one Sung used in the past. They were both leader of their own “gang” and they both rely a lot on their strength to establish themselves. They both used too much of their violence and in the end they both felt bad because of the terrible consequence it had: Sung witness the suicide of Louis and understood that he went too far, while Saint fought his best friend, injured him and lost his friendship. They both lives in the present with the guilt of what they've done. Sung decided to become a teacher and probably help students to avoid having the same fate as Louis. As for Saint, he wants to be what Shin wants. Saint will only heal if Shin is also healing. His remorse, just like Sung, are true and they are both willing to work on whatever they need to, to be able to heal from this and maybe earn the needed forgiveness. I also feel Sung should have been more open with Saint when he tried to convince him to get back to school. That would have been a great time to connect to him. I don't know exactly, but I feel it was a missed opportunity.

The curse of Siamwit School is rooted in violence, guilt and death (real and figurative). To be able to break from this curse, the healing journey won’t be easy, but it will be interesting to watch.

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

My esteemed Shay and Arno mutual!!!

Just read your post and I must ask you for a lovely fic of our beloved Irish lad Shay with his lady love Constance. I haven't read any of them since your OC is recent. I would love to read a one-shot from them and with your writing I'm 💯 sure it will be a beautiful work.

Thank you so much!!! Sending you good vibes, a hug and a truckload of coffee to fuel the muses! 🫂

Hello, hello, my mysterious mutual! Thank you so much for dropping this in my inbox, and for giving me a chance to write and share something for Shay and Constance! ^_^ (Seeing this message made me realize that while I've been working on their story behind-the-scenes, I've never actually posted any writings for them. lol) The vibes, hug, and enormous amount of coffee is also appreciated; thank you! I hope you enjoy this little fic! <3

A/N: Given that it's been so darn hot here lately, and after seeing something about oyster shells being used as 1700s Christmas decor, I just HAD to set this in the wintertime! Also, this takes place at a point in my AU where Shay is starting to develop a crush on Constance, and they're finally starting to get along properly. (Also, also, "Craven's Crossing" is the name of Constance's farm.)

December, 1756 The Beach at Craven's Crossing

"Have you found enough shells yet?" Shay called out to Constance, his teeth chattering as the wind off of the water was starting to pick up, chilling the air even more.

Winter had come - the time to decorate for the upcoming Christmas season - and with that, came for searching for oyster shells on a snow-dusted beach for Constance's wreaths.

Shay agreed to help as a favor to Colonel Monro, whom Shay recently learned had a special affinity for the young woman - though whether the affection was one of one friend towards another or a suitor seeking a bride, he wasn't sure.

The current hunt soon came to a halt when Constance called to Shay to come look at the nearly open oyster she found, which contained a familiar bauble inside - a newly-formed pearl.

"What are you going to do with it?" Shay asked, his curiosity now peaked and the cold forgotten.

She tilted her head, considering, before an idea lit up in her green-gray eyes. "Well, you've been such a help to me today..." she grinned as she held the pearl out to him, "...so, for you; for Christmastide."

"So, I'm your servant now?" Shay chuckled; "besides, it's too early for that."

His laughter soon died down and once more, there was a few silent moments of reflection, before Constance humbly asked, "how about a peace offering, then?"

Shay nodded - but when felt Constance's fingertips press into his gloved palm, he again remembered Monro...and as Shay returned her soft smile, he hoped, to his own surprise, that any feelings the Colonel had for her was nothing more than friendly.

[fort-cozy-mcblanket]

I'm so excited to post my latest fic. I'm still waiting to hear back from Stark on it, but hopefully it will be up soon. In the meantime, here are your hints:

it is from the WIP list

it is not the fic Stark called me sick over

it will be posted as a new chapter of Uncommon Examples

Get hype!

[gotaletter]

poor, poor james. is it not enough to be haunted by his demons? the entity's own personal champion has come to claim him as well. frank stone reaches out and snags a fistful of james' jacket, hauling him away from the generator with a single rough motion, down to the musty floor. the beast's unblinking gaze stares on, relentless, a ragged breath leaving him before a snarl gurgles out.

James has only whispers of this killer.

He hasn't been in the fog for that long, a year or so at most, but the name Frank Stone is one said like one talks about the monsters in their closet. Sunderland has met the Boogeyman; he's a man in a pale white mask and worn out coveralls. The man- no, the creature that looms over him as his engine grease covered hands paw at the floor beneath him was far worse. This was the proto killer.

The Champion.

James can feel his heart beating against his throat like a canary trapped in a coal mine. He goes to scream. He goes to yell. He goes to say something but only finds that nothing more than a mere wheeze leaks out of him. Try as he might be can't call out for the help of his fellow survivors, and instead begins to regret ever working on this generator in the remote section of the trial. He thought he was being safe.

Sunderland scrambles. His motions become frantic as he desperately tries to peel himself off the floor and get as far away from Stone as possible. He slips once, almost colliding his jaw with the grime slicked tiles beneath him before his boots scuff and carry himself into a run.

@lncarnon

[aimportantdragoncollector]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One, Sensei | All For One & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sensei | All For One & Yoichi | First One For All User Characters: Sensei | All For One, Midoriya Izuku, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Garaki Kyuudai | Ujiko Daruma, Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia), Third One For All User (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Multiverse, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Actor Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe - Actors, Good Person Sensei | All For One, But also, Creepy Sensei | All For One, Happy Midoriya Izuku, Actor Bakugou Katsuki, Unapologetic Crack Series: Part 88 of Dad for One oneshots and twoshots Summary:

All for One gets swapped with the actor who plays him in another universe. Chaos ensues.

[nancyheart11]

Chapter 2! pure fluff with a side of adorable Wind(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[normally-o-a-k]

Spoilers for s2 ep 34

Guess who posted the remaining chapters in a batch? It was meeee because I have no self controlll! Enjoy and happy Saturday!

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

Owlcatober 2023 + Boss Battle

Hello again! Here is my prompt submission for #28 - Boss Battle Game: Pathfinder Kingmaker Characters: Nok Nok, Hyland, Baroness Nona Currminder Rating: G Wordcount: 1,776 Summary: After recruiting Nok-Nok at the goblin village, Baroness Nona Currminder finds herself overwhelmed by the goblin's antics. Things escalate when Nona's beloved animal companion, Avchak, gets dragged into the mix. Warning for being a silly fic and for humans being rude to Nok-Nok. You can read it here on AO3 as well!

The knock on her bedroom door comes heavy and swift. Nona Currminder raises her head at the sound. Waiting to see if it goes away, she flips a page in the book she is struggling to read. The letters still do not translate themselves easily to her mind. Once it comes again, more urgently, she sighs and sets the book down on her bed. There had been horribly little down time since the Baroness and her companions had settled the matter of Lamashtu and the goblin village. Books were not something she could spend time on anymore.

“Your Grace… you will want to see this.”

It is Hyland’s voice, rife with concern. The human’s face is equally lined with concern once she opens the door to look up at him.

“What is it,” she asks, unable to hide the annoyance in her voice.

“Well… erm.. I… it… it is your bear, Your Grace.”

“Avchak? Is she alright? You haven’t fed her anything bad for her have you? I told you she’s not supposed to have pastries!”

With a wince, Hyland shakes his head, “No! No! It’s going to eat the goblin!”

Goblin? What goblin? Nona purses her lips as she tries to remember if she knew any goblins. Then with a sickening feeling, she remembers: Nok-Nok. The little goblin had taken great interest in Avchak. While the others rode horses, Nok-Nok had tried to clamber onto Avchak. This had led to the bear growling and throwing Nok-Nok off with such force that Nona had worried his spine had snapped. Luckily he had jumped right back up and continued his pestering. Whatever was going on, it had to be between those two.

“...Alright. I’ll handle it. You won’t be able to stop her,” Nona states matter of factly. If her companion was in a blind, animalistic rage, there was nothing any bystander could do. As a druid, her ability to tap into Avchak’s emotions should aid her. If it didn’t… well… Nok-Nok would probably turn into goblin steak and she would be very sad to see that. Even if the little guy was sometimes too energetic for her tastes, she still enjoyed having him around. It was like having a little brother.

Nona quickly grabs her gear and heads out the door past Hyland. The human follows her through the hall, hot on her tail. As they get closer to the outdoors, the sound of yelling and cursing increases. Nona groans at the sound. If all of Tuskdale thought Avchak was just a wild beast, she might have to leave her poor friend outside of the walls for a while. The thought of not having a big, furry lump to cuddle at night is disheartening. Regongar might be a big lump to cuddle, but furry he was not.

In the field by the castle, Avchak has Nok-Nok by the collar of his jerkin. The great bear shakes the goblin roughly, whipping him back and forth like a dog’s toy. A gaggle of guards surround the two, halberds and spears held nervously in human hands. Not a one seems brave enough to approach. Nor do they seem brave enough to flee and risk their baroness’ wrath. Instead they stand in limbo as Avchak throws her weight around.

“Avchak, drop,” Nona yells in halfling. The bear starts to shake Nok-Nok harder. Nok-Nok’s curses come as a jumble of unintelligible words and screeches. Risking getting hit by one of Nok-Nok’s flailing limbs, Nona steps toward the side of the bear’s head with hands outstretched. She purses her lips and raises her eyebrows, pointing to the ground in a short, jerky movement.

“Sidekick! HeEeEeElLlLP!”

Drawing itself to its full height, Avchak towers over Nona. Stories are written about clashes like this between the tiny and the massive. Nona growls with frustration. The bear clearly doesn’t want to give up its prey. In her pocket sits one last, natural weapon. She slowly backs up, maintaining eye contact with the beast, and reaches in.

“No leave! Leave NOT helping!”

“Hold on, Nok-Nok!”

The guards scurry out of her way as if afraid she might call down an unholy inferno on them all. Hyland only gives her a questioning look before he too, removes himself from the range of her ire. One of Nok-Nok’s foot wrappings flies off as if it is attempting to alleviate the tension. She ignores it and pulls the jerky she had been saving as a snack out of her pocket. From the way the wind bends around Tuskdale, she is certain the jerky’s earthy smell hits Avchak’s nose directly. A bear’s stomach is usually one of its greatest weaknesses.

Glowing like amber in the light, Avchak’s eyes immediately fixate on the jerky in her hand. Time ticks by slowly as both parties consider their next action. A guard coughs, breaking the standstill. Avchak’s paw swings forward lightning-fast and knocks the jerky out of her hand. A rumble comes from deep within the bear’s gullet. Where Avchak hit her stings and Nona pulls her hand back, sticking a sore knuckle into her mouth. What in all the planes did Nok-Nok do? The jerky falls into the dirt.

“Are you being serious right now,” Nona asks the bear in halfling. She raises her shoulders and hands in a questioning, unbelieving look.

“Should we strike the beast, Your Grace,” Hyland asks her, his hand going to the pommel of his sword.

“No! No! Let us… retreat for a moment.”

She leads them away from the struggling Nok-Nok to where she knows her bear will not be able to hear them. A plan formulates in her mind. One that relies on the speed of her men and the natural, not druid-addled instincts of a bear. With the guards standing around her, Nona explains that she will distract Avchak with one of her spells and that when she does so, she will need the men to jump in and grab the goblin. Immediately the plan is unpopular.

“What if it bites us, Your Grace,” one of the guards asks, face a wrinkle of worry.

“Is… is that blasted goblin really worth it,” asks another, shifting from foot to foot.

“What if the bear is right about that little freak?”

Nona rolls her eyes. She should have known they wouldn’t make it easy. Many of the guards are new to the role. The shimmer of their armor in the afternoon light is enough to tell her that.

“Look - if I am to protect this kingdom, I need as many companions as I can get. I know he is abrasive, but he is damned good with those knives. We have to save him and that’s final.”

With that, Nona immediately starts to stomp back toward Avchak and Nok-Nok. She does not look to see if they are following. The bear has brought itself back down onto its haunches. Nok-Nok kicks hard at Avchak’s broad chest, feet disappearing into the clump of thick fur there. Nona brings herself to stand before Avchak, hands outstretched before her with fingers splayed. She narrows her eyes and calls upon the magic that bubbles within her gut. Please… something bright and loud… please.

A loud pop claps between her hands. Bright, vibrant light explodes before the bear’s face. Flare. One of the first cantrips she had ever mastered. Avchak roars, jumping to its full height once more. The guards follow her orders and leap forward, hands stretching out for Nok-Nok. One gets a fist to the jaw. Another receives a flying foot to their stomach, knocking them back. Feeling the goblin being pulled, Avchak takes a step backward. Nok-Nok now hangs suspended like a bridge between the bear and the guards who stare up at Avchak with wide eyes. Without thinking, Nona slams her hands together again and wishes for the world to stop. The magic rips through her like a torrent. It slams into Avchak and encircles the bear with a sickly green glow.

Hold Animal as a spell was typically taboo to her. Dominating the wills of other beings disgusted her. And yet here she was, casting the spell on her own companion as if Avchak was nothing more than an ant on the side of a forest path. All parties stare at one another, unsure of what to do. Then Nok-Nok’s wriggling increases in violence causing the guards to rip him out of Avchak’s maw. The little goblin falls with a great thud.

Nona walks over to where Nok-Nok’s foot wrapping lays on the ground. She picks it up gingerly and turns to Nok-Nok, holding it out. He immediately grabs it and returns it to his foot. Then he looks back up at Nona, mouth thin in a wide frown.

“Ought to give big beastie a nok on snout!

“Do that and you’ll be right back in that big beastie’s maw, Nok-Nok.”

“Big beastie stupid! Great Lamashtu protect Nok-Nok!”

She shakes her head and rubs between her eyebrows. Something told her Nok-Nok could very well be the death of her one day. She spares a glance for Avchak. The bear remains frozen in place, muzzle stuck in a stiff grimace. If she didn’t free her companion soon from the spell, she might be the next one in Avchak’s dinner bowl.

“What did you even do to my bear,” she asks.

“Nok-Nok do nothing!”

She raises an eyebrow and places both hands on her hips. There was no way Nok-Nok was getting out of this without some sort of explanation.

“Oh really now? So Avchak just snatched you up to play with? There was no reason at all,” her voice drips acid. Nok-Nok gives her a sheepish look. In response, Nona taps her foot impatiently.

“Nok-Nok… maybe try see what beastie eating…”

“Seriously, Nok-Nok? You should know better than to mess with an animal that is eating! Gee… Just… Just go do something else. I might let Avchak eat you if you stick around.”

The goblin scampers off, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. Nona quickly dismisses the guards who return to their posts. All that remains is her frozen friend. She approaches slowly, keeping her eyes on Avchak’s. Then with a flick of her wrist, Nona dismisses the spell. The ground shakes as Avchak falls to their paws. The bear casts a suspicious glare at her.

“Hey! I’m sorry. I had no idea Nok-Nok wanted to mess around with you that bad. Would a shank of lamb make you feel better, old friend?”

The bear seems to grin, baring its teeth at her. Taking it as such, Nona smiles back.

“Alright. Let’s get to the kitchen.”

[wild-pineapple-butt]

🐷 Junk food you can never get enough of

Get to know Rishi ||| Accepting @kamikakefell

🐷 Junk food you can never get enough of Gods. There is so much junk food out there that I don't think I could ever live without. Holy crap. Cheeseburgers? A juicy beef patty, with caramelized onions and crisp fresh lettuce and sweet juicy tomatoes, topped with a tangy ketchup and mustard, all encapsulated on a toasty fluffy bun? Freshly fried and seasoned to perfection, utterly crispy chicken tendies? With a sweet chili dipping sauce on the side that just helps mitigate some of that fattiness but also adds another level of flavor to those already delicious morsels of fried chicken?? Salty and savory fried onion rings with a side of ranch? Salt and vinegar kettle cooked chips?? Ugh. I'm making myself drool.

In short. I can't choose. Please excuse my disgusting exorbitant description of food. I'm passionate about it.

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[yuukirita]

Look what chapters out- number seven. We get some more happy busy Bee. And STEVE is BACK.

[ayahimes]

❝ teach my hands every curve of your body. ❞

𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 . they're spoken attentively , curiosity laced in each syllable . the low tenor of his voice is a sound lost of the gentle patter of rain outside . somehow they always meet like this , beneath the guise of moonlight and storm . a breath catches in the back of her throat , her fingers interlocking with his . he allows her the lead as she lifts his hands to her own , lips brushing over his knuckles before her gaze moves to his , ❛ do you wish to master me as well ? ❜ her question is a mild tease but genuine in its curiosity . he was a master in his craft . his skill with a sword was unmatched , his brute strength a devastation to his enemies . though she had not seen such things herself she'd heard the stories . yet , as he lies beneath her with his fingers locked in hers , he is gentle . he carries the weight of death , of a solitude that has spanned too long , but like this with her is at his kindest .

hands slip from his grasp and rest over the top of his chest , marred skin rigid beneath her fingertips . ayaka feels his touch move to her sides , the entirety of his hands practically spanning her waist . she feels weightless when she's with him . ruination and destruction lie before her but quelled by ice ; a winter's night subdues him , frigid touch calming the tempest inside . ❛ what else is there to teach you ? ❜ she asks him softly . there had already been many nights where he'd taken the liberty to memorize her . the tantric dance of their bodies was a heated pleasure which they'd become lost to . however , she knows that there was not enough time in the world to memorize all of him . one day he would leave her and all she would have were the fragmented pieces of himself he'd left behind .

slowly , near torturously , she feels his thumb circle over her stomach . her porcelain skin is like snowfall in his grasp and like snow itself she melts from the warmth of him upon her . a dusting of rose flushes her skin and she feels the pleasure of the simplest touch extend across her like wildfire . it's his brand upon her , an invisible mark that will remain long after this is over . ❛ let this be our final lesson , ❜ she says , her voice a whisper as she leans down to inch her face closer to his . there is a beat that passes between them as she memorizes the way he looks at her           hungry , lustful , possessive . it's a look that should scare her and yet she revels in it . lips brush against his before she speaks , the warmth of her breath vetted on his skin . ❛ what you want is what i want . what desires you have are my own . i love you even though it will hurt me but i am too selfish to give you up . ❜ she kisses him sweetly , softly . it's a fleeting thing as she pulls away to look at him once again . ❛ let us both be greedy tonight . ❜

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[demaparbat-hp]

Imperfect Canvass

Read on AO3.

It's easy to forget, there, in Caldera. So they do everything in their power to remember. . The Blue Spirit and the Painted Ghost meet in the city each night, two souls in eternal search for repentance. Katara tries to find a way to kill the war, whatever it takes. Zuko, the Perfect Prince, offers her the only pieces of him that remain.

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!