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[roosterforme]

Go Big or Go Home | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Once your husband gets going, it's hard to reel him in again. Now that you've told everyone that you're pregnant, you realize he's always going to go a little over the top for you and the baby. But you let him get away with it, because nothing feels quite as important as the love he has for you.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, slight angst, pregnancy topics

Length: 2000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

You sat in a lounge chair on your back patio, sipping some Gatorade in your oversized sunglasses and watching your sweaty husband doing yard work. He started out an hour ago with a shirt on, but he discarded that in favor of showing off his glistening torso for your entertainment. At least that's what you told yourself. 

"Roo! Come take a break!"

Bradley turned and looked at you as he wiped his brow with his forearm. "Sweetheart. No breaks. I want to get as much done as I can around here now so you don't have to worry about it later."

You sighed. He was going to wear himself out with projects leading up to his deployment. You loved that he wanted to leave you without a dripping faucet in the kitchen and without weeds in the backyard, but sending him off away in a few days if he wasn't well rested was going to spell disaster.

"If I need something done while you're away, I'll call Jake or Cam."

Bradley scoffed but dropped the rake he was using and headed your way in his low slung jeans. "I can't let another man do my yard work. That absolutely goes against guy code." He started to lean down for a kiss, and he smelled so good, you moaned before he even touched you. "Hey now," he said with a smirk, pausing a few inches from your lips. "I have an idea."

"Tell me," you whined.

His smirk grew. "Something that might successfully lure me away from my projects?"

"Yes, we can fuck," you told him immediately, but instead of kissing your lips, he chuckled and dropped to his knees next to your lounger and ran his nose along your shirt. 

"Hold that thought, because we will be doing that later." He nudged the shirt fabric up until his lips met the bare skin of your belly, kissing his new favorite spot on your body. "Hey, little Nugget," he whispered, and your heart melted as you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair. "Think Mommy will go for our scheme?"

You laughed. "You're scheming with the baby? Already?"

"Oh yeah," he told you with a serious nod. "Here's what we're gonna do."

"This should be good," you muttered as he kissed you one more time before pulling your shirt back down.

"How about instead of chores, we spend the rest of the day shopping for baby stuff?"

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You were just barely into your second trimester, and it felt early to be buying too many things at this point, but the eager look on Bradley's face had you agreeing. "I'll let you pick out one thing."

His eyes lit up, and you should have known what was coming. "Let's make it five things."

"Bradley," you groaned, and he started kissing your lips in earnest until you giggled. "Fine! Three things! Final offer!"

"Sold."

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"I love this store," Bradley said as he held your hand and walked around the enormous baby depot.

"You've only been here one time!" you reminded him. "And we were shopping for a gift for someone else's baby."

He recalled that day perfectly. It was when you and he both admitted you wanted kids, and he hadn't stopped thinking about expanding his family with you since then. "I still love it," he said, pulling you toward the baby clothes. He desperately wanted to buy his child their first outfit, but he didn't know what would be suitable. Something told him he'd know what he wanted when he saw it.

The main issue he was having right now was your libido. He'd skipped a shower in favor of coming right here, and somehow you seemed even worse than usual. Even more wound up. "You smell so good," you whispered, pressing yourself against him as soon as he stopped to look around. Even as he throbbed for you, he told himself he needed to stay on task.

"Baby Girl, I will let you do anything you want to me," he swore, and your eyes glittered. "Later. After I pick out my three things for the Nugget."

"Well, hurry up," you whispered, running your fingers low on his abs while he looked at some onesies. "I'm horny."

He kissed the top of your head and guided you along. "I know you are. I won't leave you hanging." And he wouldn't. He'd be gone soon, sent away to some undisclosed location for some undisclosed amount of time where he'd have no access to you or the Nugget. He'd give you everything you wanted and needed right now, but this little shopping trip was something for him. He needed this. There was always the fear in the back of his mind that he might not return. 

"These are cute sunglasses," you mused, still running one hand along his body. "Little aviators."

Bradley felt like his insides were going to melt as you held up the tiniest pair of sunglasses he'd ever seen in his life. "Holy shit," he muttered when you handed them to him. "These are fucking adorable, Sweetheart. Good find. Our baby is going to look so damn cool."

"What did I tell you about swearing so much?" you said as you rubbed your face on his shirt. Bradley knew you were a ticking time bomb at the moment. He needed to make his selections and get you out before you started to whine for him.

"I'll fucking behave," he replied, making you laugh. And that was when he saw it. The perfect onesie. His child needed to have it. He made a beeline toward the shelf and snatched it up as you followed behind him.

"That's cute!" you said, running your fingers along the airplane and the clouds that spelled out Aim for the Sky. The clothing sizes went by months, which was very confusing to him. Surely the baby wouldn't be growing that fast? Needing new clothing every few weeks?

"Just to be sure," he muttered, grabbing the onesie in several sizes. "Okay, that's item number one of three."

"Technically that looks like four items to me, Bradley. Why are you getting so many onesies?"

"In case the Nugget grows at super speeds. I'm going to want to take a million photos of this outfit."

When he gave you his saddest eyes, you groaned and said, "Fine. Nugget's first outfit has been acquired. Pick two more items, and we can go home and get in bed."

With a grin, he started to lead you around the store. He wanted to get the baby a toy, but he wasn't sure which would be the best. Jake had been telling him about everything he wanted to buy for Jeremiah, and some of it sounded fun, but once again, he wanted the Nugget to have something unique. One of a kind. Only the best shit for his kid.

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed, thrusting the onesies and aviators into your hands and running to the end of the aisle. "That's it!" He was hitting the enormous box with his palm over and over again. "Look at this! It's perfect!"

"Roo, it's five hundred bucks, and the baby won't even be able to use it for a few years," you warned, but it was too late. He was already sliding the box from the shelf and carrying it to the front of the store. "Bradley!"

"It's one of my three items! Now help guide me. This thing is massive."

With great joy, he paid for the orange Bronco Power Wheels and carried the box out to his full sized blue Bronco and fit it in the back while you held the bag containing the onesies and sunglasses. "I am so afraid to ask what your third item is going to be," you said as he struggled to make the box fit. But he had an idea. He'd had an idea for ages. It was part of the reason he had been trying to clean up the backyard a little bit more and even out the soil next to the shed.

When he closed the tailgate, he kissed your forehead gently. "There's nothing to be afraid of," he said calmly as he buckled you in the passenger seat and leaned down to kiss your belly. "The Nugget and I know exactly what to get."

You rolled your eyes and then asked what he was scheming up now. You asked the entire way home what he was going to buy, and he was only able to finally distract you once he had his clothes off in the bedroom. "Don't worry about it, Baby Girl. Worry about the fact that you won't be able to walk straight in half an hour."

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Bradley never told you what else he was going to buy, but later that night, you had the suspicion that it had already been purchased. You spent the evening with him out in the garage, sitting on his bench press and eating a bag of pretzels while he put the Power Wheels together on a tarp on the floor. 

"Can't leave the baby out," he muttered as he screwed the doors on. "Now we all have our own Bronco."

He looked adorable, his hair messy from how you'd had your fingers tangled in it, and the eager look on his face was something you'd desperately miss when he was gone. "The box says ages three to seven," you reminded him before you bit into a pretzel, but he just grunted in response. "And what if the Nugget doesn't like Broncos?" you asked just to tease him, earning a glare in response.

"The baby will have impeccable taste," he muttered, turning the page in the instruction booklet. "Broncos and hot sauce and airplanes."

You waited a few seconds until he looked very distracted, and then you softly asked, "What's the third thing you bought?"

He hummed as he located the set of screws he would need for the hood. "You'll see soon enough. It's being delivered tomorrow."

Tomorrow was Monday. He was leaving on Wednesday. "It's not something big that will need to be assembled like the Power Wheels, right?" He had the guiltiest expression on his face as he turned to look up at you. "Right?" you repeated. "Bradley!"

You got your answer the following morning when you were squeezing into your new uniform pants which were a size larger than your old ones. You were dreading the thought of having to start wearing a maternity uniform to work and went with new pants to buy yourself some time. You froze with your zipper halfway pulled up and called out to Bradley in the kitchen. "What's that sound?"

"Uh... it's the third thing for the Nugget being delivered," he replied, and you immediately headed for your front door and the repetitive beeping sound coming from outside. "Don't freak out," he said as he came up behind you as you wrenched the front door open. 

Bradley had already seemingly moved both Broncos to the street in anticipation of the forklift that was moving wooden pallets wrapped up in plastic onto the driveway. "Do I even want to know?" you whispered as the forklift backed up to scoop another pallet off of the truck that was parked in the middle of your street. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and let his hands rest on your bloated belly while he nuzzled your ear. "It's a thirty-seven piece jungle gym playset for the backyard."

"A thirty-seven piece...."

"The Nugget and I both really wanted it."

You pinched the bridge of your nose as your dog plopped down next to your feet, and the three of you watched the forklift make several more trips up the driveway. "Don't you dare try to buy anything else right now. Do you understand me?"

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Nothing says 'Bradley's child' quite like baby's first Bronco. And he's so precious, he's already built the thing. He's been daydreaming about the playset for long enough that it was bound to happen, too. Let's send him on this deployment and get him back home to his wifey and his Nugget. Stay tuned for more! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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You never thought you’d be able to say this, but you’re officially a Jujutsu High student. 

It feels stranger than you can even put into words. The fact that right now, you’re living under the same roof as Itadori, Fushiguro, and technically even Gojo… in many ways, it’s a dream come true. 

As long as you don't think about the scary parts, that is.

You've finished unpacking and your dorm is now completely set up. Unlike Itadori, you didn't bring any industrial-size posters, and truth be told, you hardly have any attachment to your belongings since you've barely been in this world for a few weeks. There's a bunch of stuff you wish you could've brought along with you from the real world, but there's not much you can do about that at this point. 

I wonder if I'll ever find a way back to my old world.

Realistically, you know it's probably a lost cause. But maybe there is some kind of condition that needs to be met. Maybe if you see the story all the way to its conclusion, and once Itadori can finally rest easy, maybe your job will be over, and you'll be allowed to go home. 

Still, you know better than to hold out hope for a miracle. Your number one priority is to adapt to your new environment and survive. 

You’re sure you'll have plenty of time for an existential crisis along the way. 

It's nighttime now, and you’re just about ready to go to sleep. You finish all your preparations and change into your pajamas, but before you actually tuck in for the night, you can't help but creep out of your room and steal a peek down the hallway. 

“Itadori’s lights are still on,” you mumble. 

You know it's probably not polite to disturb him at this hour, but you decide you'd like to say goodnight and wish him sweet dreams. Gojo already told you earlier that tomorrow, you'll be picking up the last remaining first-year student—which is none other than Kugisaki Nobara, of course. 

Tomorrow is going to be pretty eventful, and you're bound to encounter some curses too, from what you recall. Just the thought of it makes your stomach clench. It won't be smooth sailing from here on out. 

Maybe that's why you want to enjoy the last bit of normalcy, while you still can. 

You knock on Itadori’s door as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake Fushiguro. At first you think he might not have heard you, so you raise your hand and prepare to knock again, but soon enough you hear the sound of his feet padding across the floors, and the door opens.

Itadori blinks, and it doesn't take long for him to sport a grin. “Oh, hey, [Name]! What's up?”

“I noticed you were still awake, so I just stopped by to say goodnight. I hope I'm not bothering you.”

“Not at all! To be honest, I'm a little too energized to go to bed right now anyway. Did you want to come in and talk for a little while?”

Hanging out in a cute boy's dorm room after hours?

Uh… hell yes.

“Thank you,” you say, smiling shyly as you step inside. His dorm layout is mostly unchanged from what you saw earlier. Like you, he didn’t really pack a whole lot. His Jennifer Lawrence posters are probably his most prized possessions, from what you can tell. 

“Can’t sleep either?” Itadori asks, lifting a brow. 

“I guess not. This is a lot to take in. I’m still in the process of adjusting.” 

Perhaps that might come across as a bit insensitive. He’s stuck dealing with Sukuna, after all. There are few things that can top becoming a vessel for the ever-powerful, malevolent King of Curses.

Well, other than traversing worlds, of course. 

It looks like you’ve got him beat in that regard. 

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Itadori sighs, plopping down on his bed. He pauses, then smiles as he pats the spot next to him. “Did you want to sit, too? The bed’s probably more comfortable than the crappy desk chair.” 

Damn. Itadori Yuji just invited you into his bed. Not literally, but still. 

You’re grinning like a goddamn fool.

“Th-Thanks,” you stammer. You sit down next to him, reminding yourself to be cool, to be normal (yes, you can do that sometimes), and by some miracle, you manage to reign in your erratic heartbeat. 

Itadori looks over at you. “Hey, [Name]. You can be honest. Now that I’m that Sukuna’s vessel… does it make you a little nervous? Being around me?” 

No. I’m more nervous about the fact that I’m in bed with you. 

“Why would I be nervous?” you reply.

“Earlier, Gojo made it sound like he was really dangerous. This is obviously all new to me, but I think it’s finally starting to sink in. That he’s hurt a lot of people until now. You were friends with me before all this happened, so I can’t help but wonder if you feel uncomfortable now. Because things are different. And I definitely wouldn’t blame you for feeling that way.”

“But you can suppress Sukuna. Because you’re strong. I’ve always known you were strong. Not only that, but you would never hurt anyone. So, please don’t worry,” you smile gently. “There’s no way I’d ever feel uncomfortable around you.”

Itadori’s eyes widen, and his expression seems to brighten a bit as well. Maybe he needed to hear those words. As cheerful and upbeat as he always tries to be… you can only imagine how afraid and frustrated he feels right now. His body isn’t even entirely his own anymore. He shouldn’t have to worry about losing his friends too. 

You’ve already decided that you’ll stay by his side, no matter what happens. 

“Thanks, [Name],” Itadori chuckles. “I feel like you always know exactly how to cheer me up. I’m glad I have you here with me. It really helps.” 

“I can’t promise that I’ll be as strong as you are, but I can promise that I’ll do whatever it takes to make things even just a little bit easier for you.”

Right. You can’t promise anything. Even with a bit of knowledge on your side, there’s no guarantee things will go to plan—as evidenced by the fact that they already haven’t. 

But at least you can try. 

And you’re damn well going to try your hardest.

“Hm, I’m still not sleepy,” Itadori admits. “Oh, but I’m not keeping you awake, am I? If you’re tired, don’t stay up too late because of me.” 

You shake your head. “No, I don’t feel like going to bed yet either. You brought your laptop, right? Do you want to maybe watch something for a little bit? Maybe some kind of Jennifer Lawrence YooTube compilation?” 

“No way,” Itadori blinks, and he proceeds to stare at you in awe. “[Name], do you… like Jennifer Lawrence too?” 

“Yeah, I’ve seen a bunch of her movies. And she’s funny in a lot of interviews. Plus, she’s pretty.” 

Itadori continues staring at you with his mouth agape, and for a split second, he wonders if you might be his soulmate. 

“Yeah, let’s do it! One Jennifer Lawrence compilation coming right up!” 

It doesn’t take long for you two to get sucked into the black hole known as the internet, and you both lie in bed, flat on your stomachs, with Itadori’s laptop facing towards you. Every so often, you shuffle around and reposition yourself, bumping up against Itadori’s body in the process. By mistake, though—totally by mistake. Totally. 

Long story short, you eventually lose track of time, and it turns out that you’re being a lot louder than you thought, because Fushiguro eventually bursts into the room. 

“Will you two keep it down already?!” he fumes. “I’m actually trying to get some sleep!” 

You and Itadori turn around, and it allows Fushiguro to get a proper look at what’s currently blown up on the laptop’s screen. Namely, a collection of pictures, each featuring a half-naked Jennifer Lawrence. 

The Oogle search bar reads: jennifer lawrence bikini hot. 

“I-It’s not what it looks like,” you desperately insist, but of course, your efforts are in vain.

Fushiguro is already closing the door, and the last thing you see is that trademark disgusted expression of his. 

This time, you can’t really blame him. 

“...hey. I said, hey. Wake up, already. We’re going to be late.”

Your eyelids slowly lift, heavy from morning haze, and it takes a little while for your blurry vision to clear. 

When it finally does, you find Fushiguro staring down at you with his arms crossed—looking somewhat like a disapproving mother when their child oversleeps for school.

“G’morning,” you mumble groggily. A quick glance down at your slightly damp pillow tells you that you were drooling in your sleep, and you hurry to wipe your face and fix your bedhead, mortified to have been seen in such a disheveled state. 

Fushiguro sighs. “I’m sorry for barging into your room like this, but you really need to start getting ready. I had to go wake up Itadori earlier, too. Being late on your very first day of school sets a terrible precedent, doesn’t it?”

“Sorry. I’m… not really a morning person.” 

“I figured as much,” he sighs again. There’s a pause, and his gaze briefly flickers down to the front of your pajama shirt. One of the buttons must have come undone in your sleep, and the fabric is hanging off your shoulder a bit, revealing perhaps a bit too much cleavage. 

It only takes a second for Fushiguro’s face to turn bright red. 

“A-Anyway, just hurry up,” he splutters, quickly turning away from you. “We seriously need to get a move on. I left your new uniform by the door.”

Fushiguro leaves in a hurry, nearly tripping over his feet in the process. You feel a bit embarrassed that he had to see you looking all sloppy like this, but it certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’s judged you. 

Pressed for time, you finish getting ready as quickly as possible, but you make a point of stopping to look back at your reflection in the windows. Now that you’re all decked out in the Jujutsu High uniform… it feels even more real. You struggle to reel in your excitement, but ultimately fail, and out in the hallway, Fushiguro can hear you happily giggling to yourself. 

“So ridiculous,” he scowls.

Yet again, he can’t fully bring himself to admit that you’re absurdly cute. In kind of a stupid way, but still.

Eventually, you and Itadori both finish getting ready, and the three of you head down to Harajuku Station, where you’ll be picking up the last addition to your group, Nobara. Itadori buys some popsicles while you wait for Gojo to show up (Fushiguro refuses to have one, of course), and you suck on the iced treat while glancing all around, eagerly searching for a short-haired brunette. 

“I still feel like four people is way too little for a first-year class,” Itadori absently remarks. 

“Other than [Name], have you ever met anyone who could see curses?” Fushiguro points out.

“Well… I guess not.” 

“That’s just how much of a rarity jujutsu sorcerers are.” 

You bite into the last chunk of your popsicle, briefly shuddering from how cold it feels against your teeth. Right as you’re finishing it off, you hear a familiar voice, and you turn your head towards the station’s entrance. 

“Sorry for the wait,” Gojo greets, lifting his hand in the air. He tilts his head as he walks over towards the three of you. “Oh. Looks like the uniforms made it on time. How are they? Comfortable?” 

“Mine’s a perfect fit,” Itadori nods. “My uniform looks different from Fushiguro’s, though. It’s got a hood, for one.”

“You can put in requests to have your uniforms customized,” Gojo explains. 

“I’m pretty sure I never requested that.” 

“That’s because I did it for you, of course!” Gojo proudly sticks his thumb in the air, and his grin gets even wider when he turns towards you. “Yours too, [Name]. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, but I did my best to come up with a cute design. How is it? In my opinion, it suits you really well.”

“Does that mean you’re also calling me cute?” you gape incredulously. 

“Sure, sure,” Gojo laughs. “You look super cute. I guess I’ve really got an eye for this kind of thing, huh?”

You press your palms to your flushed cheeks and somehow manage to bite back a squeal. Meanwhile, Fushiguro’s expression turns to his disgust yet again. It’s practically a superpower at this point.

“Sleazeball,” Fushiguro mutters. 

“Who, me?” Gojo points. “What’d I even do?”

“You started hitting on a high-schooler.” 

“Hey, now. I was just complimenting one of my students. I’m being a supportive teacher. You know, positive reinforcement and all that.” 

You nod enthusiastically. “The positive reinforcement is definitely working. Keep it up, sensei. I can feel myself getting stronger already.”

Fushiguro shakes his head in disbelief. 

“You’re all a bunch of idiots.”

Since Nobara specifically requested that you meet up in Harajuku, there are plenty of shops to hit while you wait for her to show up. Itadori holds your hand as he excitedly leads you through the crowds. Fushiguro refuses to partake in anything fun, of course, so you and Itadori treat yourself to yummy crêpes, needlessly complicated drinks, and try on silly accessories like comically oversized sunglasses and animal ears.

“Itadori, you’ve got some whipped cream on your cheek,” you say. 

“Huh? Oh, shoot. I didn't even realize.” Itadori pauses, then leans closer to you and smiles. “Would you mind getting it for me?” 

“S-Sure,” you reply, and even though the gesture is innocent enough, your face feels ridiculously hot as you gently swipe your finger across his cheek, picking up the leftover whipped cream. The deranged part of you briefly considers licking the cream off your finger, in true clichéd anime fashion, but you ultimately wipe your finger with a napkin, proud of yourself for not giving in to your fangirl urges. 

Fushiguro grimaces. “They’re basically just on a date. And we’re being forced to watch. Also, why didn’t she just use the napkin to wipe his cheek in the first place? I swear she’s got a few screws loose.” 

“Ah, young love,” Gojo muses. 

You finish off the last of your treats then throw away your garbage, and apparently, just in time to watch a familiar scene unfold. 

“Excuse me, do you have a moment?” a suited man asks, smiling politely as he approaches a woman walking on the street. “You see, I’m looking to scout potential models. Here’s my business card. Would you be interested, by any chance?” 

“I’m busy right now,” the woman curtly replies, clearly not willing to give him the time of day. 

“Please, just hear me out. Even a short chat would be more than enough—”

“Hey, you.” 

The man is roughly grabbed by the shoulder and pulled back, and he turns, coming face to face with the girl you’ve been waiting for this whole time. 

“Forget about that woman. What about me?” Nobara asks, with the sort of confidence you can only dream of having. 

Panic immediately seeps into the man’s expression, but naturally, Nobara doesn’t let up. 

“For the modeling gig, duh,” she continues. “I’m asking what you think about me. I’m pretty, aren’t I?” 

“Oh, um… e-excuse me, but I’ve got some urgent matters to attend to, so if you don’t mind, I’ll just be on my way…” 

He tries to escape, but she forcefully pulls him back again, and her tone of voice becomes significantly more confrontational than it was just a few moments ago. 

“What the hell, man? Don’t run from me. If you’re got something to say, then come right out and say it!” 

“We’re about to go talk to her?” Itadori blinks. “That’s kind of embarrassing, not gonna lie.” 

“You of all people shouldn’t be talking,” Fushiguro mutters. 

“Hey, hey, over here!” Gojo calls out, waving his arms so that Nobara spots him. She turns around and catches a glimpse of you through the crowd, giving that poor man the chance to finally run away. 

Nobara approaches the group, one hand resting squarely upon her hips. “So, you’re the other first-years. I’m Kugisaki Nobara. You should feel honored to be able to spend time with me.” 

She’s very self-assured, no doubt about it. Well, you already knew as much from watching the anime, but actually meeting her is a whole different story. You almost feel a little bit intimidated by the sheer magnitude of her presence. Some might go as far as to call her arrogant, but you know that deep down, she cares deeply for her friends and is willing to risk her life for them.

“I’m Itadori Yuji,” Itadori introduces with a grin. “I’m from Sendai.” 

“Fushiguro Megumi,” the other boy says—and that’s it. Full stop. 

Nobara narrows her eyes as she looks them over. Even without her saying it aloud, you already know exactly what’s going through her head right now. Based on first impressions alone, she thinks Itadori is dorky and unsophisticated. The type who ‘definitely ate his own boogers as a kid’, to quote her word-for-word. As for Fushiguro, she seems to think that he’s stuck up and considers himself superior to others, based on how blunt and unenthusiastic his response was. 

Anyways, since she judged them so harshly, right from the beginning, you fear to imagine what she must think of you. 

“I’m [Last Name] [Name],” you introduce, bowing politely and offering a small smile. “It’s really nice to meet you. I’m from Sendai too. Itadori and I went to the same high school. It was only for a little while, but we kind of know each other from before. Also… I think you could definitely do it. The modeling gig, I mean. That guy from earlier was clearly blind.” 

Nobara blinks, visibly surprised, and suddenly, her haughty expression does a full one-eighty. 

“Aw, you really think so?” she grins, latching onto your arm and pulling you into a hug. “Right? That’s what I’m saying! I swear most people can’t recognize talent even when it’s staring them right in the face. Thank god there’s another girl in the group. I don’t know what I’d do if it was just me stuck with those stinky boys.” 

“She just randomly called us stinky,” Itadori gapes. “But… we don’t even smell bad. Right, Fushiguro? Right?” 

Unsurprisingly, Fushiguro ignores him. 

“Are we going somewhere from here?” he asks. 

Gojo chuckles. “I’m glad you asked. Well, since I’ve finally got all of my students together, and it just so happens that most of you are from the countryside… there’s really only one thing to do. We’re obviously going to go sightseeing in Tokyo!” 

Cue a wave of excited cheers from both Itadori and Nobara. They’re dancing around Gojo and yelling out all the different places they’d like to see. In this world, you started off in the countryside, yes, but back in the real world, you’ve lived in big cities pretty much your whole life. There’s not really much appeal here. 

Besides, you already know that Gojo’s letting them get their hopes up for nothing. 

“I will now announce our destination,” Gojo says, and you watch as Itadori and Nobara both drop to their knees in subservience. “We will be visiting none other than… Roppongi!” 

The pair of fools stare back at each other, eyes all glossy, wide, and hopeful. Poor things. They’re in for one hell of a disappointment. 

You pout. “Sensei, are we really going sightseeing? Are we actually going to get to do fun things?” 

“What do you mean?” Gojo hums, feigning ignorance, of course. “What else is there to do but let loose and have fun? Look at how excited your classmates are!” 

“Uh-huh…” 

For obvious reasons, you don’t trust a word he says, and when you arrive in front of the abandoned building that’s teeming with cursed energy, Itadori and Nobara can only wail in desperation. 

“I knew it,” you say, pouting again. “Sensei, you’re a liar. I saw this coming from a mile away.” 

Even though I technically used cheats, but still. 

Gojo crosses his hand over his heart and pretends to look hurt. “You wound me, [Name]. Weren’t you just saying the other day that you trust me completely? I didn’t expect you to doubt my intentions.” 

“I can just tell,” you shrug. “Good luck lying to me. I’m pretty sure I’ll know.” 

“Hm. Is that so?” 

Gojo’s lips pull into a smile. You’re incredibly perceptive, it seems. Fushiguro’s known him for a long time, so it’s no wonder he’s not surprised with this outcome, but he was expecting you to be convinced, just like how Itadori and Nobara were. 

Perhaps he’s reading into things too much, but he wonders if this perceptiveness of yours has anything to do with how you knew Itadori was supposed to eat Sukuna’s finger. How you had full confidence that he’d survive. Maybe this is just a stretch, and it might just be that he’s not as good of a liar as he thought he was, but still. 

He’s got his eye on you, and from now on, he won’t let you out of his sight. 

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New Voice Messages (Part Two)

Solomon

"I know you're probably busy helping the brothers, so I completely understand you not answering right away. I've thought about it, and I realized Thirteen does have a point about me not keeping my past a secret from you. It's just that previously, trying to recall those memories brings about a lot of pain, making me inconsolable for several days. *sighs* But I'd much rather you hear it directly from me than from Barbatos or Thirteen. I'll share as much as I can, but please be understanding if I don't tell you everything in one go."

"I was born in a country where magic was thought to be sinister and wrong. It was something to be reviled. All it took was the slightest rumor, and anyone involved was branded a heretic, locked up, and executed. So, needless to say, my parents freaked out when I was born with magical abilities. My entire family would face consequences if word got out, so they told everyone that I had a serious illness and kept me from coming into contact with anyone inside the house. The safest room in the house was the basement, so that became my room for many years. Thirteen actually discovered me in there. She tried comforting me, but since she was wearing traditional reaper attire, her words didn't do much to comfort me."

"Sorry. Needed a moment to recollect myself. I'm okay now. Anyway, as I was growing up, I tried really hard to suppress my own power. But then one day I just couldn't anymore. *pauses* The real reason why I can't go back to my hometown is because it doesn't exist anymore. I destroyed it when I lost control over my magic. The land itself is cursed now. Anyone that steps foot on it is sure to meet a quick, gruesome death. I didn't realize what had happened until I was surrounded by rubble and dead bodies. I ended up collapsing to the ground and sobbing. I knew it wouldn't undo all the destruction, but what else could I do? Barbatos eventually came and took me away to Thirteen's cave, where he made me the guardian of the Fountain of Knowledge and branded me the Witty Sorcerer."

"That's about the general gist of my past. There are some specific details that I don't feel comfortable sharing right now. *pauses again* You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger. I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did, MC. If you're not careful, you'll become more dangerous than I ever was at that point in my life. You might actually be able to destroy entire realms, not just one or two towns. Don't let anyone manipulate you into making that decision, not even our angels and demons. You're not a puppet. You have the right to forge your own path and decide your future."

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[heian-era-housewife]

more realistic smut please (I'm begging)

Idk why but somehow it was more erotic may God help me with this need TO FUCK THESE MEN

No need to beg! There are more on the way 😁 The big all-in-one post took me out though, so I'll be doing individual releases this time around.

Anon, I feel ya. I'm so down bad for these guys it's not even funny. 😩

Please enjoy some Choso in the meantime and thanks so much for reading!

~Yuri

Synopsis | Choso learns that not everything on the internet can be trusted. But he can always trust in you ♡

Content | mdni, Choso x fem!reader

This is part 2 of a "realistic" smut series. Read part 1 here!

Choso is ready. He's done his research. He's come prepared. Armed with new knowledge and bolstered by fresh confidence, he wants nothing more than to show you what he's learned and put the memory of your most recent amorous encounter behind you both. That's why he flashes you a clever grin as he pulls out not one, but two condoms to set on your bedside table.

"Ooh, someone's been thinking ahead!" You praise him, taking notice. "Always good to have a backup."

"I didn't want a repeat of last time," he recalls, one bashfull hand rubbing the back of his neck. "So, I did some reading up on my own this time."

"Impressive!" You coo.

With a coy smile, he slides on the first condom, watching as you give your hips a little wiggle of anticipation. Ready to impress, he reaches for the second.

"Wait, Cho, what are you doing...?"

"I told you," he smirks. "I don't want a repeat of last time, so I'll be wearing two. They call it 'double bagging.'"

"Oh...Cho, that's not ummm..." you squirm, trying to find the right words.

"What's wrong?"

"That's actually not the best idea, despite what some people might think. They're actually more likely to rip or come off..." your voice trails away watching as his face falls. "It's not your fault, though!" You hasten to reassure him. "The internet is full of misinformation. I'd love to hear what else you've learned!" Face brightening, Choso scooches forward eargerly for his chance at redemption.

"Let's see..." he recollects. "Size isn't as big a deal as people make it."

"Good! I'm glad you understand that," you encourage.

"Oh! And communication is really important!"

"Absolutely! You can always be open and honest with me, Cho!"

"I know," he says. "That's why I haven't been faking any of my orgasms!"

"Oh, wow I-" It's all you can do not to burst out laughing. "I figured as much."

"Speaking of fake, I never realized porn could be so misleading!"

"Yeah...unfortunately it's full of misconceptions and myths," you agree.

"Yeah! Like the g-spot!"

"Oh. Actually, that one's real," you can't help but laugh this time. "It's just really hard to find. We'll work on it."

"Ughhh!" He cries in frustration, falling back against the bed. "How does anyone figure this all out?!"

"Time and patience. Lots of practice," you say with a wink. "And you don't have to rely on the internet alone. You can always come to me with questions, you know."

"There is something I wanted to ask you!" He remembers, sitting up. "What's a MILF?"

"A MILF?!" You repeat in surprise.

"Yeah! I keep getting these advertisements. Whatever it is, there are dozens in our area!"

MDNI banner by @cafekitsune ♡

[lumpyspaceprincess05]

The world is my oyster

Pairing: Jayden Shiba x gn!reader

Word Count: 1,864

Warning(s): depictions of violence, angst, mentions of death, no use of yn, not proof-read

Summary: As everyone comes to terms with the revelation that there is a new ranger, Jayden and Ji are forced to confront a portion of their past they thought had been long forgotten.

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The living room was completely silent when Mentor Ji had finished telling the rangers of the origin of the orange ranger, where the power had been since they first left the battle and how it returned to the Shiba house a little over a decade ago.

Mike grumbled as he finally took a seat, Kevin settling down beside him.

"It must've been really hard. The responsibility must have really weighed down on them, and the guilt-carrying a generational burden like that–" Mike interrupted Mia.

"That still doesn't explain why they're fighting on the enemy's side."

"Do you have any idea why, Ji?" Emily spoke up.

Mentor shook his head. It was clear to the rangers that he wasn't able to think clearly in that moment. He was disappointed in himself. He failed to protect you and your family back then, and now he was struggling in his duty to the rangers now.

Mia moved to sit beside him before placing her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

Kevin spoke up, gaining everyone's attention as he stood abruptly. "They're probably being influenced by a nighlock, right? I mean–they didn't even react when they saw Jayden."

"What if it's not them? I mean-It's been years since they've gone missing...what if it's someone else?" Emily presented a possible theory. Each ranger considered this might be the case, but she had been the first to say it out loud.

The front door swung open as Jayden finally returned inside, wiping off the sweat he had worked up with his towel before letting it fall around his shoulders. They all gave him sympathetic looks. Clenching his jaw momentarily, he turned his head away and spoke.

"There's no doubt in my mind that it's them. Their fighting techniques are too familiar..." Jayden trailed off as he recalled the countless hours the both of you spent honing your skills.

Mentor Ji finally stood up and cleared his throat. He was fighting back tears, the tremble in his voice clear.

"I'll do some reading to find out information about the nighlock we're up against. If you'll excuse me." He quickly rushed off to his room.

"Should someone check to make sure that he's okay?"

"I think we should give him some time alone." Everyone agreed.

An awkward silence then enveloped the room. It was mostly clear that everyone wanted to know about you; how you and Jayden met, the kind of relationship the both of you shared, and most importantly...what you were like. It had been a few months since the team formed and in that time there had not been any mention of you, even by accident.

There hadn't even been any pictures of you anywhere in the house, yet there had been multiple of the rangers scattered in the common areas.

They silently turned to Mike, knowing that he was the bravest among all of them when it came to talking to Jayden. He shook his head in protest. Even he knew that it was a very sensitive topic, and right now, it was unclear how their leader would react.

Jayden picked up on the silent conversation between his team, leading him to break the silence.

"It would be best to deal with the situation at hand first. We must not let our emotions get in the way of our mission." He said simply before making his way to his room. He had successfully avoided the conversation entirely.

Emily let out a breath she didn't even realise she had been holding. "That was intense."

"I'm going to get started on lunch." Mia broke away to the kitchen, this time, no one seemed to pay her much attention.

Kevin turned to the bookshelf beside him, noticing that the book Mentor needed had been left behind. Sighing, he grabbed it and opened it up on the table, and with Mike and Emily's help, quickly skimmed it to see if they could find anything useful.

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3 YEARS AGO - The night of your disappearance

Jayden flinched when the front door collided against the wall harshly. He had been sitting on the small stair in front of the door, his arms wrapped around his knees to secure them against his chest.

After revealing that you had run off, Mentor quickly made a few phone calls, checking on the boy every few minutes but still leaving him to his thoughts.

Jayden had hoped that you would change your mind before getting too far, but the more time passed, the less hopeful he became.

Your father rushed in through the door, the sound of his crutches hitting harshly against the wooden floorboards creating an echo through the house.

"Ji!" The man called out angrily.

Sensing the anger in his voice, Jayden quickly wiped his stray tears and sniffled, before rushing to his room. In that moment, the only thing he could do was hide under the covers and conceal the small noises that came from him.

He didn't want anyone to worry about him right now. If they worried about him, then it would distract everyone away from finding you and getting you home safely.

Ji quickly rushed to where your father stood his ground in the foyer.

"You promised you'd keep them safe, Ji." His voice quivered as he put even more pressure on his crutch, the pain shooting up his leg.

Ji sighed before walking over to your father to help him to the living room. He harshly pulled away, and made his own way. His steps were frantic and heavy, a sign of his own exhaustion, worry, and frustration.

He pushed the crutches aside, heaving as he let his body fall slowly to the cushion.

"How could you? I trusted you." Your father turned his gaze to meet his friends', but just as quickly, he looked away.

A lump formed in his throat. He just couldn't get the words out.

He balled up his fists in frustration.

Naturally, he would be the one to receive all the blame for anything that happened to you and Jayden because he had been entrusted with that responsibility.

But this?

This was unforgivable.

He had been so distracted by the phone call he shared with the rangers, that he hadn't even considered that you would run off. He should've known that...

"The others will be there soon enough to help Cyan and your wife, we just have to trust them." He mustered up the courage to meet your father's gaze. He didn't have the slightest idea what you had planned to do once you arrived on the battle field, so he refrained from giving any updates regarding you.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and held it against his ear. After prompting the person on the other end to continue, he occasionally hummed in response.

Your father ran his hand through his hair as he grew increasingly frustrated. He came to terms with the fact that the both of them wouldn't get anywhere with everything that was happening, so he mentally decided to take things into his own hands, even if it killed him. He wasn't going to lose his family tonight. Not now. Not ever.

Just as he moved to grab his crutch, Mentor's grip on his phone loosened, until it crashed to the ground. Your father turned to him, asking him what happened. The look on his face told your father everything he needed to know. He crashed to his knees and wailed loudly.

Jayden cupped his hands over his ears even more tightly as more and more tears fell.

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He cupped his head in his hands as all the memories he had kept hidden away from himself of that night, raced back in his mind. It had been easy to keep his emotions in check, because he had always believed that Jayden's mattered more.

He remembered the phone call he had received in the middle of the night from the former blue ranger telling him that your mother and brother had not survived the battle. He remembered how he left the Shiba house in a hurry. He remembered the white cloths that had covered the bodies signifying their end.

They did look for you, but you were nowhere to be found.

Your father hadn't given up yet.

For the next few months, he repeatedly went to the places he knew you had loved hoping you had sought refuge, too afraid to come home. He just hoped that he would see you again, letting you know it was safe to come home–that he wasn't angry that you ran into the battlefield unprepared.

After distancing himself from his former life as a ranger and everyone associated with it, he secluded himself in his home, too exhausted at the lack of progress.

At the beginning, he imagined that burying his wife and his oldest son would the hardest thing he would ever do in his life–it was, until the thought that you were somewhere out there, alive and alone, consumed him.

How was he supposed to move on with his life with the thought gnawing at the back of his head?

Mentor calmed himself and without delay, he approached his nightstand and dug up the old phone he had stored away. Turning it on, he dialed the familiar number, waiting as the phone rang.

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Jayden sauntered back into his room after taking a hot shower. Droplets of water gathered at the tips of his hair, catching them with his towel as he rubbed it against his hair.

This was absolutely needed. His muscles had been feeling a bit tense with the increase in battles, and additional training. However, today had him exerting himself even more than he normally would.

His eyes trailed to his desk, the drawer he had opened countless times before now weighed heavily on him. It had been easy to let go when there had been no mention of you, but now...

He hesitantly pulled on the handle and rummaged behind a small stack of books and other niknaks he struggled to get rid of. He sucked in a short breath as his finger tips made contact with the small, rectangular box.

It was hard for him to recall when he had last looked inside at its contents. After months of desperately waiting for any information regarding your whereabouts, and being disappointed each time the older rangers gave him pitying looks, he had considered giving the ring away. Someone probably could've put it to good use anyway.

He changed his mind immediately after, never entertaining the idea again.

Now, it had found its home in his drawer, collecting dust as the years went by.

He didn't even know what to make of it anymore after overhearing what the others had discussed right before he walked in. That was just one more possibility he had to prepare himself for.

For now, all he would focus on was recovering both the missing samuraizer and zord. He tossed the box back into the drawer before closing it harshly, and made his way back to the living room to help with whatever the others needed him to.

Part 3

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[tiredbogwitch]

Naruto characters in SVSSS because I circled back and am stuck again in crossover brainrot:

I personally think every ninja in the cast is a shoe in for Bai Zhan peak, but that's boring so I'll try not to put them there unless I genuinely think there's no other options.

Team 7 in SVSSS

Sakura:

Head disciple of Qian Cao

Bai Zhan disciples come to harass her on a weekly basis (LQG does not endorse this, but does not care to stop them)

Could've probably gone elsewhere, but was curious about medical practices in a new world

Apple of MQF's eye

No one has the guts to accuse her of being a demon even though she has that weird little purple mark on her forehead

LQG punching air because one of the physically strongest recruits they've ever had is on the MEDICINE PEAK

Sakura does not know what the Hippocratic oath is

Repair requests for Qian Cao are billed to An Ding weekly

SQH wants Sakura and the Bai Zhan disciples dead

Sakura now regularly visits Bai Zhan to let off steam + keep unruly bloodthirsty kids off her peak

Is only mildly curious about swords. Not particularly interested in flying.

When asked, she says she can get around just fine

Then demonstrates by jumping and fucking DISAPPEARING???

She finally gets her sword

It's not a sword.

It's a fucking flail.

The demon allegations finally come in after she uses her stored qi and the purple mark fucking GROWS

No one says anything to her face because she threw a tree with her bare hands once

Naruto:

Heavily dependent on which version of him reincarnates. Kid Naruto is Bai Zhan no doubt, older Naruto (in a kids body) is probably Qiong Ding.

YQY would meet the most charismatic fucking kid with ancient eyes and weird whisker marks and decide he's exactly what Qiong Ding needs

Would be terribly surprised to discover he's actually brought back quite the troublemaker

But it's so harmless and fun and Naruto's smile is so damn big and his laugh is so infectious that YQY can't even get mad at him for real, he's too damn fond

Kid Naruto would find out that ninjas cultivators can fucking LIVE FOREVER here and FLY and fight monsters and be heroes and decide that's exactly what he's gonna do

He's got no idea if he even has spiritual energy but he's not gonna let that stop him

He marches up to Bai Zhan and demands a place, because it's this or he goes back to the slums and has to be alone again, and he refuses to be alone in two lifetimes

Bai Zhan!Naruto is LQG's favorite student. Do NOT tell Naruto.

Surprisingly, regardless of the version of Naruto that winds up here, he's the only one without any demon allegations

It's the charisma

Talk no jutsu is apparently effective even in a world without jutsu

Probably talk no jutsus SJ into not pushing Binghe into the abyss

Befriends baby Binghe day 1, true lonely orphan magnet

Sasuke is NOT impressed by Naruto picking up ANOTHER emo orphan (there can be Only One)

No one is sure what to make of his blonde ass hair. SQH does not recall a single blonde character but no one says anything because he's just such a sweetheart

And then it's because they're too scared when he reinvents the rasengan. And the shadow clones.

Kurama's a demon of some kind here, probably still connected to him in some capacity. It might leave Naruto able to do some adapted version of the nine tails transformation

Basically he protagonists so hard all over the place that he derails the plot without knowing there is one, but that's okay, because Binghe has a friend now

Sasuke:

Also depends on which version this is. Adult Sasuke? The right situation could take him anywhere. Maybe even Huanhua. Baby or teen Sasuke would either attempt to go rogue (and fail) or wind up at Bai Zhan, but that's boring and predictable.

Under the correct conditions, I can imagine Sasuke as the new menace of Qing Jing peak.

He'd terrorize his poor martial siblings with his attitude and general existence

Angry baby/teen Sasuke is essentially a less outwardly put-together Shen Qingqiu. In other words, a fucking disaster

Seeing the two together is like a bomb waiting to go off. They're too alike. Unstoppable force vs. immovable object

Either they'd get along or they'd immediately become sworn enemies. No in between.

Unsurprisingly, this actually makes Yue Qingyuan love him. It's like having two Xiao Jiu's, which is the only thing better than one Xiao Jiu.

Adult Sasuke could swing Qing Jing too, but it would probably be less entertaining tbh.

A very funny if unlikely idea is (adult) Sasuke on Qiong Ding

Because this man is nothing if not dedicated to being Naruto's #1 wife hater

Would primarily get in because he and Naruto have effectively bonded like stray cats that cannot be adopted separately (and YQY loves to self-project)

Neither of them are head disciple because that would end in bloodshed.

Dysfunctional together, non-functioning alone, it's a miracle they manage to do anything effectively at all. But surprisingly they always get the job done

Adult or teen Sasuke could also end up at Huanhua, either on accident or entirely on purpose to avoid Naruto

Would clock the OPM as a freak day one

Demon allegations abound after the reveal of his sharingan

Many speculate that he's responsible for OPM's untimely disappearance, which conveniently happened the second Sasuke got promoted to head disciple

Unfortunately, there's no evidence either way. Huanhua's official public statement of "no body, no crime," did nothing to quell these rumors.

This continues to feed the conspiracy that he clapped OPM

No matter the iteration, he'll likely beef with Binghe. This cultivation world simply isn't big enough for the both of them

[stormyandodd]

Thoughts on Hooky-Marionetta. Some spoilers!

I know it probaly won't happen, but I would love to see the characters from Hooky interact with the characters from Marionetta. There are so many possibilities, but the ones I'd enjoy the most are:

Since Dani and Nico are spreading the word and building new bridges between people and witches, I'd love to see them interact with the members of the circus during this time in the story, but I'd especially like to see them interact with Sahed, Rainah and Julia.

I'd also be curious to see Dorian and Sahed interact, since, if I can recall correctly, Dorian had a lot of inner conflict about how he felt about non-magic users, and he had a lot of trouble making friends outside the people from home, which reminds me a little of Sahed in this way. Things weren't so black and white in regards to racial relations in Hooky, both did terrible things and sought revenge against the other, perpetuating a loop of voilence. I t's been a while since I read the series, but I'm making my way back through. Anyway, this is just all to say I remember it being really hard on Dorian to realize that yes, there are terrible non-magic users, but there are also terrible witches, and you really have to judge each person individually and not hold them accountable for the sins of others. You catch more flies with honey than with vinagar, so to say. Maybe knowing Dorian was coming from a somewhat similar place would help Sahed learn how to convince the other circus members to see the plight of his people.

I would love for Julia to get to talk to Monica and Will. I think there's a lot they could share with her that would help. Monica had prejudice against the witches initially, and she overcame it, even becoming a witch herself. Will grew up with suffocating expectations and sense of duty, both to his father and kingdom. They both know what expecting an arranged marriage is like. They know what it's like to fall in love with someone who would be very difficult to be with due to the social tensions and wars being fought between their races.

On a lighter topic, I think Monica would totally get into the shipping! I remember her trying to be her friends wing-woman, and her advice always seemed to fall flat, if not cause disaster (the love potion, telling Nico to button his shirt). She would definitely get into all kinds of romantic high jinks. Her and William's marriage situation also might give Julia a heart attack.

I'll bet Kamille would love to go adventuring with Mark and Aisha.

These are just my personal thoughts and opinions. These are just a few that have crossed my mind. There would be lighter interactions too, I think, but these are the ones that my brain has been latching onto. I'd be interested in hearing anyone else's if they felt like sharing!

If I need to mark this spoiler, let me know, I am new.

[carionto]

A Proper Welcoming Party - P3

Part 1 and 2

Two more discharges from the Main Defense Railgun to make a final point, then, once the Vice Admiral Krastina's ship, Darting Juniper, jumped in a couple of minutes after the last of the pirate ships had engaged their hyperdrives for an emergency jump, Bertha's Bosom docked back to the Heart of Liquid Stone to resume loading cargo. The Vice Admiral hailed the mining station:

"We heard your distress call and arrived as quickly as able. Seems like the show's over though?"

"Yeah, after the call we did a more thorough scan of their ships and realized they were no more than tin cans. The freight transport ship, Bertha over here, took a few shots, to a bit of a shock honest - completely atomized them, you can still see the trail even. Then they all fled in random directions."

"Understood. I'll sound a general alarm for the entire system. It'll at least be good to have everyone put what we drill all the time into action, even if the threat is less than the fake "Not-a-drill" drills us military crews go through."

"Still, Darting Juniper, we know there are some dumb enough out there to try. Next ones might be flying aluminium cans!"

Joked the station manager, Garrison Bronhjaven. The Vice Admiral, while chuckling internally, gave an expected serious military response, then after a few hours of no new reports, resumed her regular patrol and monitoring duties.

This incident will be recalled unflatteringly as "That time Bertha smacked a pirate fleet with her Bosom out of Sol."

...

Big Thrasher was alone.

He punched in the coordinates himself, but forgot his physique was above standard console size and fat-thumbed a really random patch of completely empty space.

Navigation computers get scrambled after an emergency jump as they require precise input and reference data for both the start and end locations to maintain knowledge of where in space a ship is. Doing so takes time as the computers need to access and cross-reference their current location with that in the database, and then calculate for time, distance, and spatial distortion to know where each of the relevant landmark objects will be upon arrival.

With an emergency jump, you just punch in a direction and go for however long the current energy reserves in the drive will last. There is a minor delay to let the computer adjust enough to not head straight for any known celestial object, but other than that, seconds compared to the minutes you don't have in an emergency.

Another double-edged sword to this - emergency mode raises the power use limits of a hyperdrive to be above energy generation, allowing you to travel much faster at the cost of not being able to stop until the drive is completely empty. Then to get the drive working again takes anywhere between a few hours and several days as you need to charge it to full before you can turn it back on. And then even more time to integrate all the navigational data back into the hyperdrive so that it can actually go anywhere.

In short, Big Thrasher will have quite a lot of time to think about the choices he made in his life to get to where he is right now.

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I'm kinda averse to killing off characters in my writings, so I think I've accidentally created a recurring comedy villain here. Also, technology details, was not what I intended to write about, it just sort of happened, the words come out and I just go with it and use them however seems fitting. Don't mistake all these details and additions and explanations for a plan - I don't know what is going to happen or what I'm building towards, if anything. But when/if I do figure it out, I will make all of this connect and make enough sense. Hopefully.

[maratherat]

Wildflowers, a RDR story - 0.3 - Business

Series Masterlist

-Valentine, New Hanover, November 1898-

I am finally done with my tarot card collection. I need to make sure to meet Madam Nazar as soon as I can to get paid for this exhausting job.

Recently, I've taken on several roles, including that of a collector. Along my travels across the states, I've unearthed many fascinating artifacts, and a lovely woman named Madam Nazar compensates well for these treasures. I'm also juggling a job as a naturalist, which entails studying animals to understand their behaviors and lifestyles better. This role can sometimes be dangerous, especially when it comes to interacting with fierce creatures.

Currently, I'm on my way to meet Cripps, who sent me a letter a couple of days ago inviting me to meet near the general store in Valentine. He emphasized the importance of this meeting, hinting that he has a "new idea" to discuss.

As I approach the general store, I spot the old man stepping out, accompanied by a young man carrying a heavy bag of supplies. "Oh, you made it! Follow me," Cripps exclaims upon noticing me. "Now, as I mentioned in my letter, we are going into business! I've been breaking down animals since I was knee-high to a splinter, and I worked as a tanner up in Wisconsin back in the sixties. It's a very long story," he adds, as I glance back at the young man, who seems to be losing patience.

"So, I've got three words for you: Cripps Trading Company." He exclaims with enthusiasm. "Pristine pelts and animal parts, for bulk sale. Now, I know there's a market out there. All I need is a partner. So, I'm thinking you could source the materials: skins, plumes, horns, and the like..." His proposal hangs in the air, and my uncomfortable thoughts drift to the implications of his suggestion. "So I'm supposed to kill the animals? Great, Harriet's going to hate me," I mutter under my breath, recalling the passionate animal rights advocate I know.

"Exactly! I'll process them and prepare them for sale, and then you can head out and make the sales yourself. Heck, we might even enjoy some good meals out of this venture!" Cripps continues, his excitement showing. Just then, the young man behind him drops the heavy bag with a huff, clearly wanting to redirect our conversation. "Why are you still here, Willis?" Cripps asks, almost oblivious to the young man's discomfort.

"Your provisions, Mr. Cripps," Willis replies, gesturing at the bag, clearly stating why he's still waiting. "Oh right!" Cripps responds, dismissing the concern. "Pack the rest on there, will you?" He gestures towards his horse before turning back to me.

"Now, with every opportunity comes a risk. Competitors, thieves, and me potentially losing interest in this whole idea... but if we combine our talents, we'll be unstoppable." He hands Willis a penny for his trouble, to which the young man sighs in disappointment, clearly dissatisfied with his pay. I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, feeling a mixture of apprehension and intrigue as we potentially embark on this new adventure. "And when we're rich, you'll thank me, saying, 'Cripps, you handsome genius!'" The excitement in Cripps's voice is evident as he mounts his horse, a gleam of ambition in his eye. He seems ready to charge off at any moment, fresh plans swirling in his mind. "I highly doubt that," I mutter under my breath, skepticism clouding my thoughts.

"So, are you in?" he asks, his enthusiasm unabated. 'Eh, what the hell?' I think, weighing the prospects. "Sure, I'll do it," I reply, deciding to take the plunge. "Good! You won't regret this. I already own a small wagon and most of what we'll need in terms of initial supplies. If you can grab that and bring it back to camp, we'll get everything set up. This is gonna be fun!" he says, urging his horse into a trot as he sets off from town. "See you later!" I call after him.

Feeling a mix of anticipation and fatigue, I head over to the saloon, craving a well-deserved drink. The establishment is fairly empty at this hour, casting a subdued atmosphere over the place. To my surprise, my friend Sam is behind the bar today. "Hey!" I call out, trying to catch his attention. "I'll take a whiskey, please." I slide a penny onto the bar, watching as he finishes cleaning a plate.

"I'll give you your usual, then?" he asks lightly, glancing up at me.

"Sure," I reply with a sigh, taking a seat at the wooden bar.

"Tough day? You look like shit," he remarks, his tone edged with concern.

"Yeah, I feel like shit too," I chuckle, resting my head on my hand as I try to shake off the weariness. Sam moves around, preparing a plate of fried chicken, the scent wafting through the air, making my stomach flutter but not with hunger. He sets the plate in front of me, the aroma usually inviting, now making me feel nauseous.

"You know what? Actually, I'm not hungry," I say, gently pushing the plate away.

"I made you a meal, and you don't want it? How ungrateful! I'll eat it myself then," he declares, not wasting a moment in grabbing the plate back and devouring the crispy pieces of chicken. "I fucking love fried chicken, man..." he mutters contentedly, clearly lost in his own enjoyment.

I can't help but chuckle at his antics.

Lately, we've teamed up to help Mrs. LeClerk avenge her husband's death. While Sam has been working as a bartender in Valentine, I've been busy collecting valuables, studying animals, hunting bounties, and now apparently starting a trading company.

"I've got another meeting in Emerald Ranch, and I don't think I can do it, it's too much," I sigh, feeling the weight of my various tasks. Sam raises an eyebrow at me, amusement written across his face. "You know, no one is forcing you to juggle all those jobs," he says, speaking with his mouth full.

I rise from my stool, adjusting my hat as I prepare to leave. "I know, but I need the money, and it feels good when people appreciate the work I do," I shrug. "I'll catch you later, partner." I wave at Sam, who nods in response.

As I make my way to Emerald Ranch, Scrawny Nag plods alongside me, his gait unsteady. Yes, I decided to name my horse Scrawny Nag; it just fits him. A letter had arrived recently, asking me to meet a certain Maggie Fike at Emerald Ranch, without offering much detail, except that it involves moonshine. I briefly wavered on whether to ignore the request, but the lure of making some money—and alcohol, was too tempting to resist.

When I arrive at the abandoned, rundown house at Emerald Ranch, I dismount and take a moment to gather myself before heading toward it. The wooden structure looks weathered, its paint peeling, hinting at years of neglect but still standing firm against the elements. With a deep breath, I approach, ready to see what awaits inside.

I slowly push the door open, scanning my surroundings; this could end very badly. As I step inside the dimly lit house, the air feels still, carrying a slight mustiness that hints at abandonment. The interior is sparsely furnished, with worn-out chairs and a table covered in a thin layer of dust, giving the place an eerie atmosphere. A few faded pictures hang on the walls, their subjects unrecognizable behind the grime. I cautiously take a few steps further when a voice cuts through the silence: "You must be Cripps' friend?"

I turn to see a woman standing there, her presence striking yet unsettling. Half of her face is scarred by burns, giving her a fierce appearance that commands attention. I nod in acknowledgment, slightly taken aback by her directness. "I'll try not to hold that against you. The name's Maggie. Thanks for coming!" she says, stepping closer, her voice strong despite the scars.

Just then, the same door I entered swings open abruptly, and I turn to see Cripps walking in, his jovial energy filling the room. "She's back!" he exclaims excitedly, grinning widely.

"Cripps? Did you know I was coming here?" I ask, recognizing the same man I encountered earlier that day.

"Maybe—" His words are abruptly cut off when Maggie pulls up her cane, which actually seems to be a riffle, and fires a shot at Cripps' feet. He jumps back, eyes wide with surprise.

"What the hell?" he screams, his cheerful demeanor vanishing in an instant.

"Damn, I missed it, didn't I?" Maggie replies, annoyance creeping into her voice. "Don't come in like a bull through the fence next time, you old fool! Your friend here managed to get it right," she points at me, her expression softening slightly.

"'Lightning' Maggie Fike! We all thought you were dead!" Cripps approaches her, the tone turning nostalgic.

"Yeah? Well, so did I!" she snaps back, her frustration evident.

"I guess you'll be wanting a drink?" she adds, a hint of humor returning.

"I know I will," I respond, eager for a break from the tension.

"Come on, give me a hand," Maggie urges Cripps, who turns to me with an amused smirk. "Biggest mistake of my life was not marrying this woman when I had the chance," he admits, his tone playful. I chuckle at that, enjoying their banter.

"Yeah, you always had a colorful memory of things," Maggie scoffs, handing us each empty glasses. "As you can see, I've hit my prime."

"Well, I heard what happened with Hixon, that evil son of a bitch. Where you been all this time?" Cripps pours us drinks, which I quickly grab, feeling the warmth of the moonshine already.

"Recovering, lying low. Could hardly get out of bed for six months," Maggie sighs, the weight of her past evident in her eyes.

"And your nephew?" Cripps asks, genuine concern in his voice. I lean in, eager to catch up on their shared history.

"Lem? Still in jail, as far as I know," she responds, her expression a mix of resignation and irritation.

"Eh... seen Danny-Lee yet?" I zone out slightly, the details of their conversation blending together in my mind, but I catch snippets of their connection and concern.

"Oh yeah, I've seen him. He's cooking for the Braithwaites now. Guess me and him are done," she says, taking a sip of her drink as if washing away memories.

"Well, there's always Marcel. Heard he's not working for LeClerk anymore. The feller's a windbag, but he knows his way around a still," Cripps adds, his tone shifting back to familiarity.

"Yeah... maybe. Feels like it would be easier for everyone if I just stayed gone. But life ain't about being easy; I'm taking back what's mine. I just need legs and muscles," Maggie replies, her voice rising in intensity, anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Well, you'll get that with this one. I promise you," Cripps says, pointing at me, suddenly making me feel self-conscious under their strong gazes.

"The two of us have a nice little business going," he exaggerates.

"Cripps, you're pushing it a little too far..." I warn him, trying to deflect the attention as the weight of their expectations begins to settle heavily on my shoulders.

"Well, as long as you know it won't be pretty. I don't do pretty anymore," Maggie states firmly, her expression serious. She leans forward slightly, her scarred face lit by the dim light in the room. "First things first, I need a cookhouse with a good basement. I reckon I could get one of my old spots up and running. The bastards seized them all after the raid... You buy me one of those back, and you'll have a fair investment. I'll teach you everything I know, so what do you say?" She slides a worn map of her former cookhouses across the table, the creases and smudges telling stories of past ventures.

I decide it's best if I choose a cookhouse near Emerald Ranch, "Sure, I'll do it," I reply, shaking her hand with a firm grip, a sense of determination settling in.

"Alright, partners it is," she confirms, her tone confident . "Meet me back there when you can, and we'll figure out what else we need once we're set up." With that, Maggie stands up and strides purposefully toward the door, her movements confident despite the scars that mark her path.

"Can I offer you a ride, Miss Fike?" Cripps asks, his attempt to convince her seeming genuine as he gestures to his horse.

"I suppose so!" she sighs, her tone lightening a bit as she relents. I finish my drink and follow them outside, the cool air greeting me as I step into the fading sunlight. I bid them farewell, watching as they head off, chattering away.

As I turn to make my way back to my camp, I can't help but reflect on the multitude of roles I've taken on. Bounty hunter, moonshiner, trader, naturalist, collector, hitman, outlaw... That's quite a few titles if you ask me. Each one carries its own weight and set of expectations, and I wonder how long I can juggle them all before something slips through the cracks. The anticipation of my new partnership with Maggie stirs a sense of excitement, mingled with the anxiety of the challenges that lie ahead.

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Sam belongs to @sam-vdl , all RDR characters belong to rockstar games.

[mrsfrederickchilton]

FREDERICK. Chapter 11

I never would have thought.

Dr. Chilton expected to hear anything but a psychopathic killer playing the piano in a way that literally drove you crazy. You knew he wouldn't understand. It was obvious from his face. You gave him a brief summary of the memories that came flooding back to you, omitting the most important things, what words cannot convey. The things that bloomed and died inside. The things that would remain only for you. Forever.

You blew your nose into a paper handkerchief and, balling it up, carefully placed it on the edge of Dr. Chilton's desk. There was no wastebasket in sight. Besides, you wanted to do something that could count in your favor. For example, smear his polished table with snot. You weren't going to cry, and you were angry that Dr. Chilton a) forced you to do it with his questions and b) saw it.

But this didn't bother him at all, he quickly threw the crumpled piece of paper into the basket under the table and pulled out a new handkerchief from the package.

“Here, take it,” he said, handing it to you. “It might come in handy”.

You gritted your teeth, but took the handkerchief.

Because he was right. What you were remembering now, you had been trying not to remember for the last two years. What you were remembering now was getting the better of you. It was making you vulnerable. That was how you wanted to appear to Dr. Chilton, but not really. But your brain and your body decided for you.

Dr. Chilton's legs were no longer up on the desk, he had sat up straight the moment he noticed the tears streaming down your face. He hadn't interrupted your silence while you were collecting your thoughts and recalling your memories. For that, oddly enough, you were grateful. An asshole like him could have been tugging at you, urging you to turn your soul inside out. You also sat down as usual, when you blew your nose into his paper handkerchief. Now you sat in silence across from each other, and it seemed to you that the silence in the office was becoming cottony. A little more, and it would strangle you. It will surround you from all sides.

“When did you find out that he was a murderer?” Dr. Chilton finally asked, also feeling a little uncomfortable with your wadded up silence. He twirled a pen in his hands, looking from it to you. “That night when he rejected you?”

Rejected. You almost laughed. Not rejected, but tried to protect. From himself. As best he could. Although you didn't find it funny at the time. That evening your chest was opened and your heart was pulled out right with the vessels, flooding everything with blood.

***

“I don't want to see you anymore.”

Free fall.

“Get out.”

Into an endless black hole.

He walked out of the kitchen, leaving you floundering in the dark waters of rising bitterness. For the first time in your life, you fell in love in a way that few people are capable of, you were sure of it. And you were sure it was mutual, and now you were drowning in the price of that certainty.

Something was wrong, but you couldn’t figure out what, and he wasn’t going to explain.

It's not about you. It's just me.

How trivial.

Never come here again.

As if you could bring yourself to get up and leave, to begin with.

Don't look for meetings with me.

As if you were a stupid mistress demanding a divorce. You hadn’t even slept together yet. Apparently, that was for the best.

Something fell in the next room, and you flinched. What was he doing?

It wasn’t really any of your business, apparently. You sipped your gin and tonic and winced. It was already warm. But you needed it, so you refilled the glass from the bottle (glass clinking against glass) and decided to cool it down the fastest way possible.

“I asked you to leave,” came a voice from the room.

Asked? Usually a request doesn't sound like “get out.”

“I'll take some ice and leave,” you said loudly (and, you hoped, proudly) over your shoulder. Not waiting for an answer, you got up from the table and went to the fridge. Just a few cubes, a few sips of tonic, and a million lost lives that you could have lived differently.

Oh, you didn't even know how right you were.

You touched the cold white plastic of the freezer. You heard hurried footsteps behind you.

“No!” His voice was scary, unrecognizable. Combining horror and rage. Capable of stopping everything in the world.

But it was too late.

When you met him, you realized that your life had just begun. He became your world so quickly that you couldn't imagine how you lived before.

When you opened the freezer, you realized that your life was over. He had taken your entire world away from you.

You saw what he had so hastily hidden from you.

You saw what he had so successfully hidden from everyone all this time.

You saw what you wished you had never seen.

A dark, frosted, lonely human arm.

Next chapter (Chapter 12)

Masterlist

[grimatruth]

L'Arachel knows she absolutely cannot enter the next round of fighting without first making a visit to her accidentally felled opponent. She greets him with a sheepish smile. "Greetings once again. How are your wounds? As you might have seen I am quite adept at healing, so if you need anything to be tended to, you need only ask."

She lets out a small sigh, which is still quite melodramatic when coming from her. "I really do apologize for ruining your duel. Once all these battles finish, I absolutely must make it up to you in some way, whether buying the two of you dinner, or getting you a lovely little trinket, or whatever else one might do."

A glint in her eyes as she recalls the battle. "That being said, you have given me much to think about in terms of glitter as a tool for combat! I know quite a few monsters that would be very susceptible to it." The thought of a Mogall being struck by such a bedazzling attack is quite a fun one for L'Arachel indeed.

"ah, hello there." morgan is slightly less animated now, enjoyed the peace and rest in the med tent. there was noise from the hustle of medics and newly injured eagles, but it wasn't enough to dampen his relaxation. of course, his idea of relaxation was mulling over new ideas and strategies for next years battle. perhaps one that didn't involve the use of glitter, better for everyone involved that way. "nothing to worry about here, i'll be up and about in no time."

maybe... they were handing out free juice and treats here, and morgan wasn't exactly willing to give that up just yet.

"ah," jumped to a start by her words, the lad ponders how best to approach such an apology. it had been a darn shame things were cut short, and yes that arrow through the leg was certainly painful... but, well, it was pretty funny! it's not like cynthia wouldn't weasel her way into his schedule should she really want a duel. and morgan, as bad at saying no as ever, would accept despite his misgivings. maybe after all this time, combat really was the best way he could communicate with his friends. oh well, at least she was having fun.

"no apologies needed! i mean, really, you did me a favor. you think your arrow hurt..." morgan shuddered, several ideas of how he would have ended up if cynthia had reached him first. "anyway, i appreciate the consideration you did give us during the battle. besides, i can't be upset with someone who's doing their best to keep cynthia on her feet. she's a rowdy one, so you really have to keep an eye on her. if you can keep that up, we'll be square!"

"augh, please don't remind me, miss!" some of his energy coming back now, he rubbed his eyes as if muscle memory. when he had claimed it funny that his enemy had such an adverse reaction to his strategy, naga had surely been listening. what a cruel prank to play, that his own offense would work against him in the very same way. he might have been healed to whole health, but there was nothing magic could do about the sting in his eyes that still lingered. "if you do want to try it out, might i suggest some glasses... or goggles. maybe a helmet of some kind." really, the stuff had been more trouble than it was worth.

@far-from-common

[gay-jesus-probably]

So like, last night I stumbled upon your discussions of why a lot of TOTK’s whole… everything is messed up, and it had me thinking about it so much I had troubled sleeping afterwards. So uh, thanks for that lol (/lh). In all seriousness, your takes on how imperialist Hyrule is in this game, how much less like unique cultures the various towns feel like, Ganondorf being both completely flat and also seemingly not meant to be, and how weird it is that Zelda is back in power really put into words a lot of thoughts that had been nagging at me as I’ve been playing. Like, the amount to which the writing has suffered from BOTW is staggering when you actually lay out the problems. Out of curiosity, do you have any idea what the fuck happened? Like did the writing team change? The game had so much potential, as seen by the numerous fan theories/AUs etc. So what went wrong?

Honestly? I have no idea. I'm not usually that big on behind the scenes stuff anyways, and I'll be real here, I went into this game pretty much 100% blind - I didn't even watch any of the trailers, I knew NOTHING about TOTK except from a few details I absorbed from hearing other people talk about online (basically, I knew Ganondorf was going to show up as a talking corpse, Link would lose an arm, and the Master Sword would get rekt).

I rarely buy games as soon as they come out anyways tbh; I can only think of three games that I've actually gone out of my way to get as soon as possible after their release, and that was the 3DS remakes of Superstar Saga and Bowsers Inside Story (two of my favourite games ever, and Superstar Saga having literally been my first RPG), and I picked up the Mario 3D All Stars collection on launch day as a favour to my older sibling (who was stuck at work), and got one for myself in the process. The only reason I bought TOTK like a week after its release was because one of our dogs was literally days away from having a puppy, and so I knew that the next few weeks of my life would be entirely dedicated to keeping the other two dogs busy, assisting mom with the newborn puppy, and just generally being on call to provide literally anything mom needed as soon as she needed it. Which meant a lot of sitting around waiting to be required, and I'd need something to do that I could easily pause at a moments notice. So... new video game seemed a good way to fill the hang time.

And it was a good call, like I said, I've been having loads of fun with this game. There's a reason I've almost got 300 hours of gameplay, and it's not (just) because I haven't had anything better to do in between taking care of dog stuff (though that number is somewhat inflated due to me leaving it open and paused for hours at a time while busy with dog stuff). It's just that the story is a fucking mess.

As for what happened with the story... I have no idea. I've seen some people suggest that they might have been planning something a little more ambitious, and then technical limitations forced them to walk it back, so the story had to be hastily reworked to match. And I've heard that the abilities in TOTK were just ideas they had for BOTW that they couldn't fit in, which honestly I can see - the abilities are cool and all, but let's be real here, they aren't nearly as distinct as the BOTW runes. Magnesis, Cryonis, Stasis and Remote Bombs were unique powers with different uses in different areas; now the powerset is just Recall, Get Around Slightly Faster, Ultrahand, Ultrahand But In Your Inventory, and Ultrahand But Faster. But I don't know if that's actually the case.

But honestly, I really don't know why the writing is so awful. To be fair, some of it is definitely just the English translation team shitting the bed - like come on, they didn't need to have Sidon and Yona repeatedly exchange the exact same line about how he's scared she'll die like Mipha. They could have at least changed the fucking wording to make it sound more natural. And I know that other translation teams managed to inject some more nuance into the story - the French translation actually managed to call Rauru on his imperialist bullshit! For the throne room scene, they had Ganon refer to Rauru with 'vous', the formal form of 'you', but Rauru refers to Ganon with 'tu', the informal form of 'you'. 'Tu' is for use in casual settings or between friends, and if someone is using 'vous' for you, referring to them with 'tu' is a MASSIVE insult; it's very condescending, and implies that you have literally no respect for that person whatsoever, but they should continue treating you as a figure of great authority. To sort of translate that into an English equivalent, it'd be like if Ganon walked into that scene using formal language and referring to Rauru as a fellow King, and Rauru responded by treating Ganon like a small, dumb child. Hugely insulting. Also the vous/tu disparity has a History with French colonialism, so that adds some implications as to what Hyrule's really doing with their 'allies'. And in the scene where Ganon takes the secret stone, the French translation has him say Rauru tried to force him to submit, which is an outright accusation of imperialism (as opposed to the English saying Rauru wanted to control Ganon, which suggests the problem was Rauru thinking he could find a peaceful solution instead of just executing a foreign leader for thought crimes)

So the english translation definitely had the room to put some more nuance into things if the team had wanted to; honestly I kind of wish I knew Japanese so I could compare it to the original script and see if any of the problems I've been bitching about were part of the script from the start, or if the English translators were just particularly bad. But Nintendo is a very conservative company, and Japan is a very conservative country with a serious nationalism problem, so I kind of doubt it, especially since the game portrays Hyrule pretty much the exact same way that Japan is portrayed in propaganda justifying their own imperialism. That... does not suggest the English team went apeshit. That suggests that the awful shit was in the script from the start, and the English team was just totally on board with it.

As for the writing teams... I mean, to be fair it's been like seven years, of course the writing team isn't the exact same as BOTW. But honestly, the main issue is just that they've recycled a lot of old problems from the Zelda games, and somehow stripped them of what little nuance they had before. Like, Ganondorf trying to take over Hyrule because Evil has been an issue since Ocarina of Time (which this game was clearly heavily pulling from), but even though OoT never told us he had a deeper motive, the worldbuilding still showed exactly why he would have such an issue with Hyrule. We knew there had been a bloody civil war only about a decade before Ganon's takeover, we knew that the Gerudo were treated with disdain by Hyrule, and we saw that Hyrule's alliances with the Gorons and Zora were pretty flimsy, and neither race felt like Hyrule actually gave a damn about them. But most importantly of all, OoT gave us the Shadow Temple, a horrific prison meant to inflict unspeakable torture on its captives... all on orders from the Hylian royal family. Hyrule's hands were never clean. We weren't supposed to side with Ganon in OoT, but we were shown a long list of reasons for why he was so pissed off.

Someone else said that TOTK feels like a retelling of OoT that's just pro-Hyrule propaganda, and that's a pretty good summary. I don't know what the fuck Nintendo was thinking, but honestly it kind of seems like they're trying to stick to the formula of Zelda games at all costs, while also making the entire game just a huge 'gotcha' to all the fans that have spent the last 25 years seeing Ganondorf as a sympathetic character with depth and reasonable motivations. I find it ironic that they decided to include the Wind Waker boomerang and shield in the game, considering that the whole game feels like an attempt to get everyone to forget Wind Waker ever happened. That's still the most human we've ever gotten to see Ganondorf - he didn't have many lines in that game, but the ones he did have mattered. At the end of the day, WW Ganondorf wanted to have a better life for his people, and he knew Hyrule would never let that happen. But now apparently Ganon just wants to dropkick puppies into woodchippers, and he doesn't give the slightest hint of a fuck about trying to wipe out the Gerudo people entirely by attacking them with an endless sandstorm plus zombie apocalypse. His only character trait is Evil.

If I want to get really cynical for a minute here, I think it's basically just a cash grab. If your game prompts a moral debate, then it can offend people, which means they won't want to give you money for it. But if it's a simple black and white conflict with no nuance, the fans will love all the right characters in the right way, and everyone will love hyrule and want to see more of it! It's like the fucking MCU; they're not willing to tell a fresh story, or make any serious commentary. They just want something safe and formulaic that has been statistically proven to make money. Fucking cowards.

[the-kr8tor]

Okay warnings to the people when you post this bc it has spoilers for the new chapter of dbas, thats my warning bc i need to talk about it

…Specifically this

Like… THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT MJ IN THIS ARENT THEY? AND THE GUY TRIES MAKING IT SEEM LIKE WE ARE A TRAITOR AND THEN MIELS SAYS NOT TO USE THAT WORD. THEN EVEN LATER WE HAVE A CONVO WITH HOBIE AND THE POOR BABY TENSES UP WHEN THE WORD IS BROUGH UP LIKE?! MJ BETRAYED THEM SHE HAD TO, AND THE TRINKETS AND SHIT IN THE ROOM WE ARE IN HAS TO BE MJS ROOM BC WE KNOW HOBIE HAS TRUST ISSUES AND SHES PROBABLY THE REASON WHY. AND THE CAPTIVE SAYING THAT ONLY PROVES IT EVEN MORE WITH THE ‘REPLACEMENT’ AND THE DAY HES TALKING ABOUT IS PROBABLY THE DAY HOBIE FOUND OUT MJ WAS A TRAITOR AND SHIT WENT DOWN THAT DAY.

I do love how hobie jokes with us but i hated being called out as reader, like sir stop reading me and how about i read you. But the stuff with readers mother though or the motherly figure she had, with like the necklace as well and all that. I feel like hobie might be hiding it or something, i dont know like when it had the necklace it felt weird… fishy. Like. I dont know how to describe it but it makes me so sad when like grabbing for the necklace and not having it there (ive felt that)

And the fact that r is slowly losing memories of the motherly person because of some greedy mfs. Like my heart broke reading that where its so hard to recall memories and all that because i genuinely actually struggle with my memory and it makes it so horrible having loved someone and slowly forgetting them, their voice, their face, what they taught you, and ect.

I could go on an even more/longer tangent but i cant remember things word for word or cant remember things after hours of not seeing it and after naps. Today im a little dazed. But i still love and appreciate your series and im so excited for it

I will be heartbroken if reader ends up leaving the ship because i swear to god, because i know everyone on that ship loves and needs reader, especially for wounds and shit like that. Hobies gonna need reader, they all need reader so like. Stay on the ship reader youll have a sense of comfort and youll have the family you lost because of greed and your own trauma. Come on reader, plus you got loads of books‼️‼️ Plus bonus you get a hot captain and amazing crewmates. I need to like, stop this tangent.

I love your writing, you are my favorite author, and i cant wait for everything. Everything from you makes me extremely happy and im very happy that me going on rants like this to you can make you motivated to right, because i do pay attention to our other convos.

SPOILER WARNING ⚠️

AHHHHHH!!! You have no idea how this made my day!!! Thank you for telling me your thoughts!

I can't deny nor confirm 🤭🤭🤭

Hobie was roasting the shit out of R 🤣🤣 She needs to roast him back tbh

I have a problem with memory too 😭 like it's not even cute anymore 😔 like I have to occasionally read my old works just to remember it again and I always go "I wrote this? Damn what a banger" 🤣

Hey, we'll see in the next chapter if she stays!! I'm actually so excited for that one because [redacted] and then they [redacted] oh it'll be so fun to write!!

🥹🥹🥹 Thank you! You calling me an author made me tear up 😭 I try my best at writing since I strive to continue on improving with every work I put out so that one day I'll be confident enough to write that one novel idea that I have! Interactions like these make me so happy and motivated to just keep on writing so thank you, my love! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

[kidge-planet]

Kidge summer event

Day 23 : hangout

Characters: Pidge/Katie holt , Keith Kogane

Pairing: pidge and keith : kidge

post Season8

A/N: This is the next part part of a fix that I wrote on Wattpad. If you want to read it, click here <----------------------------

If for any reason you don't read it, here is a recap :)!

Every years, the paladins had a meeting on New Altea. Last year, Keith missed it because of a long mission for the blade that lasted almost a year... In the meantime, he hadn't seen his friends in real life... Or actually, he hadn't seen pidge in a while. She was so busy lately... So When Keith saw her, she was gorgeous, more then he recalled... Basically he asked her if she wanted to hang out ............ ( Forgot to say that they kissed REALLY quickly)

Yup, I said quicklest. Well, it wasn't very quick... ANYWAYS, here is the part where they hang out!!

Keith arrived in front of Pidge's appartement, nervous. It was the big day! It wasn't a date, was it?...

After a long hesitation, he knocked at the door...

After a moment, he heard the sound of the key in the lock and then the door opened:

She was in... Pyjamas?...

"Hey, are you ready?"

Keith asked, awkwardly smiling at her.

"Not really... You know me, I was engrossed in my work and... Well... I didn't see the time..."

She said, embarrassed but slightly amused.

"Ho... It's ok, we're not in a rush."

He shook his head.

"Yeah, well, I still need to shower... You should come in."

She pushed her self aside for Keith to come in.

Once he walked in, he saw that her appartement was a little messy...

Yup, it's her appartement.

"Ok, make yourself confortable, I'll be right back!"

She rushed into a room that might be her bathroom.

He took a look around... Energy drinks... Pile of retro games... a Garrison jacket.

Ho, pictures!

Keith took a look at them.

There was pic of the team. He was on some of them. Some pictures have even been taken into space, when they were still paladins! Maybe when he was away with his mother and the blade...

He kept looking at the pictures and froze at one of them.

"Griffin?!"

In the same time, pudge arrived in the living room.

"I'm ready! Let's go!"

He turned towards her and immediately forgot about the picture he just saw.

She looked GORGEOUS.

She had on a red dressé that looked perfect on her. it stoped to her knees.

( like that one )

He haires were tied with a red ribbon and resting on her shoulder.

As for her face, you could see that she had a light make up. Unusual to see her wear some, but he hadn't seen her in years... Last time he saw her, she wore some too.. maybe she started make up? It's not a bad thing, he just thought that she didn't need it.

"You look... Very cute!..."

He stood.

"thanks!.."

They then stayed silent for a while, getting the situation weird.

"So, huh... Let's go?"

"Sure, Yeah. Let's go."

At these words, they headed outside and took Keith's motorcycle to go down town.

At this point, the both of them were wondering the same thing: Why was it so awkward?! They kissed last time! Well, it was quick... But still!

They arrived in town and Keith helped her to get down the motorcycle.

"SOOOO, what do you want to do?.."

Keith asked.

"Ho, huh... I didn't really thought... How about we check the stores? Or maybe you are hungry?"

She answered, while looking around her and fidgeting with her fingers.

She looked so cute... He blushed slightly.

"stores sounds good!"

Keith answered.

"Ok then! ANDIAMO(let's go, in Italian)!"

She grabbed his arm and dragged him into every stores that seemed nice to them.

The day passed and the sun started to settle. They sat in front of the beach that was no far from the town with ice creams.

"It was very nice, thanks for today, Keith." She smiled at him. A smile that was more beautiful that a billion sunsets.

"of course, anytime! I had an amazing day too!"

They Were sat so close that their shoulder were almost touching. They could feel each other's warmth.

"Also, thanks for that amazing bracelet! It's so adorable!"

He had bought her a small green bracelet.

"It was just very pretty... Like you. You needed it."

She blushed slightly before to laugh.

"You are being cheesy!"

He smiled at her. Her laugh was feeling the air and it was a beautiful melody that he could listen to every days. If only he could.

"I'm just saying facts. True facts."

She looked back at him, her expression and her gaze softening.

"You are being so adorable, Keith."

"you think?.."

"totally."

They became silent again, staring in each other's eyes. The silence wasn't awkward anymore, it became a confortable silence, a love language that only them could understand...

"So... I had a question."

Keith sighed.he had that in mind all day, he needed to ask now.

"yup?"

"well, when I was at your place, I saw a pic of you and James. He was kissing your cheek. I just wanted to know if... You two had something going on?.."

She somehow choked on her ice cream.

"WHAT?! NO! no! Absolutely not! His a coworker, nothing more."

"coworkers doesn't kiss each other..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"well, a friend. You know, like... Lance and Hunk, they kiss me too.. on the cheeks or forehead ! Of course..."

He sighed.

"So, did our kiss meant anything to you?.."

She looked up at him with a confused expression.

"of course it did. It meant so much. I never kissed someone like you..."

"someone like me?.."

"someone I really liked..."

He froze.

"you... Hold on. What?"

"I huh... I guess I like you.. a lot."

Keith's eyes were sparkling.

"you do?.. Ho, huh. I like you too... But not friendly. You get my drift?.."

She giggled and pulled him into a kiss. It was longer then the first one... Sweeter, better... Burning with passion.

As their lips were pulling apart, their heart were racing.

They stared at each other.

"So... That makes us a thing?"

He asked.

"I guess."

She smiled.

It was in front of this sunset, in this beautiful beach, that their love took another level.

That they started to share something new.

Bonus:

Keith: If we are a thing, you'll have to stop letting guys kiss you...

Pidge:

Keith: ok, Hunk and Lance are fine. I trust them and I know you guys are best friends..plus, hunk has Shay and Lance Allura... they also know I'll kill them if they tried anything else...

But! Only cheeks and forehead! And no other guys!

Pidge: yes, captain.

A/N: Favorite fic I wrote yet...

[rosalinewintrell]

The Letter

You guys! It's Wednesday! I forgot what day it was! This isn't my favorite chapter, and I know it reflects in my writing, but I just couldn't figure out a way to cut it and make the next little arc make sense. There is a possibility I'll revise it in the future.

I hope you enjoy!

A few weeks later, Garreth and Rosaline were in potions together, though they sat at separate stations now. Things had remained comfortable between them, even if some of Garreth’s longing looks were more than simply friendly. He seemed to be keeping his word, about taking a step back, for now.

It saddened Rosaline a little. She had truly enjoyed Garreth’s company and his easy manner, but it seemed like this distance was something he wanted, or needed, in order to prove something to himself, and far be it from Rosaline to try and stand in his way. They were still friends, of course, it was hard to stop being Garreth’s friend once you began after all, but she couldn’t say she didn’t miss the closeness they had shared for a little while.

And now, to make things even more complicated, she had received a letter from her grandfather regarding Garreth’s concerns over the stock at J. Pippins Potions it read:

Dear Rosaline,

Thank you for alerting me to the questionable quality of the School’s closest potions shop—J. Pippins you said? I recall the name, but I remember it being such a well-run shop I never thought to inspect it before deciding to move you to Hogwarts.

I sent a proxy to look over the place last week and they indeed reported that the quality and quantity of the shop’s inventory was quite lacking. It is of great importance that we remedy this as quickly—and cordially—as possible. That being said, I am planning on moving the Family to the Ainsworth Estate for the Christmas Holidays so we might all go and see about this issue ourselves.

Before we do so, however, I would like to meet the young man who alerted you to the issue. I believe you said his name was Garreth Weasley? They are a good family; I am not surprised one of their ilk discovered what was going on.

Please prepare your friend to meet with your grandmother and I over Christmas break, along with one of his parents. It wouldn’t do to interview the boy without some support after all. I will send another owl once I have more details regarding our travel.

With Love,

GrandPapa

The letter had arrived two days prior, another containing her Grandparents’ travel had just arrived that morning and now Rosaline had no reason to put off telling Garreth. She wasn’t worried about his reaction, but she also didn’t want to interrupt his own plans for the Christmas break. She agonized over what she would say to him the entire class, her eyes glancing towards him as he concentrated on his own notes. She was lucky they were taking theory notes today. She might’ve blown something up otherwise.

She was able to catch him before he left the room, stopping him with a quick tap to his shoulder. “Garreth, could I have a moment?”

“Of course, Rosaline,” the Gryffindor said brightly, “Anything for you. Walk with me?”

She explained things as best she could as they walked, trying to stay quiet as they walked through the halls. She wasn’t discussing anything remotely secretive, but she still didn’t want people to know about her business. She was a private person by nature, and that was only compounded by her family’s political fame. “They’d like to speak with you and one of your parents around Christmas, if they could. If it won’t interrupt your holiday, of course.”

Garreth shook his head with his normal nonchalance despite the news, simply shrugging and looking down at her with a smile. “I’ll send a letter to my parents tonight, but it shouldn’t be an issue. I stay here Christmas usually anyway.”

“And…your parents won’t mind travelling?” Rosaline inquired. She really was concerned about upsetting Garreth or his family.

“Nah, especially if only one needs to make the trip. My Pops will probably come so Ma can stay with Emmeline—my sister.”

“You…really aren’t upset by this? At all?” She asked.

Garreth shook his head and shrugged. “What’s there to be upset about? If anything, I am absolutely ecstatic! I mean, your grandfather is a legendary Potioneer. I’m lucky to breath the same air as him, let alone speak to him personally.”

Rosaline chuckled and shook her head. She knew that Garreth looked up to grandfather, it wasn’t a surprise given the boy’s own passion towards the subject, and, in a way, that made the boy’s idolization of her grandfather less irritating. Most people admired him for his political status, Garreth admired him for his skill and ability. It certainly made their conversations about him more interesting.

“I hope he lives up to the legend.”

Garreth scoffed and stopped in front of the entrance to his next class. “If he’s anything like you, I know he will.”

And here they were again, in one of those moments where Garreth gazed down at her, such longing and affection shining in his eyes, smile wide and soft as he regarded her.

“Well,” Rosaline said, glancing over Garreth’s shoulder to see the room behind him filling with more students. “I suppose this is where I leave you.” She smiled softly.

“Oh, right,” Garreth said, shoulders drooping just a little. “I’ll catch you later, Rosaline!” He recovered quickly and his smile brightened as he turned with a wave.

“Bye,” Rosaline whispered, hand raised in farewell.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary541

3/24-25/25

monday - tuesday

messing with a song.

i was going through a bunch of songs, just now. trying to find one to work on more, get lyrics or something down for, and then it made me think, some of these are too long... some don't have enough blast beats... i need more songs. but i have like 75 things basically and a bunch functionally do have blasts or whatever but i get in my own head and when a song is over a minute i wonder if i'm wasting time or something. it's not really some kind of efficiency thing, some stuff does need repetition/time to breathe, and those songs that are a little longer i don't think need editing, but it is this sense that i'm doing something kind of pointless if it goes on in a certain way. i like songs that have like, well it's obvious, i post music here all the time, i like songs that are basically songs, you know. but i want really sharp fragments that feel insane or something, textural shards you roll around in briefly, onto the next garden of thorns, etcetera. but it's maybe good to have this impulse. not that it'll make me write more but maybe it'll make me look at some things i've made and try to fiddle with them a little more or something. or maybe i'll write some hideous new little things. it'd be funny to get a song that's 20 seconds down. everything i do is always at 50 seconds. any shorter, it's harder to get me to be okay with only having 2 riffs or something in a song. but maybe i should hold myself to that, as an exercise at least. i can't do that tonight, because my friend's coming over tomorrow and staying up late with music is a recipe for making me wanna kill myself sometimes.

but the stuff today i feel good about, i'm kind of surprised by what i got out of the last one i just did, i added an intro riff so it's easier to come with the rest of the song when i do vocals. some other things improved. i got to that idea with the fast fourier transform thing... that's what it's called right... i think so, i got to messing with that for the guitar synths and i'm shocked it's worked as well as it has, totally strange thing it can do but it does make them sound better in ways, it adds a bit of, i dunno, it's this super strange character in the back of the sound almost, but not really even, it's a complicated feeling thing. it adds some like, squealing almost, but not really squealing, it's a bit like a frequency range can be pared down to artifact-y streams almost but the transients come through perfectly, and it's not so jittery. it's like it bleeds into a million colors, a tiny section of sound, and then when run in parallel to other things, there's a really useful emphasizing almost, and shifting as well, it shifts some parts around that are a little ugly to me. some sounds need total redesigning, but this can help with ones where there's something distantly plastic/ off but it's not overwhelming, or it can just add some texture in a really strange way. idk. it's not something i've really heard before i think. it's also not so obvious but maybe i should mess with using it in a really obvious way.

other stuff today... well not that much honestly. i was doing some reading though, ed zitron's most recent thing, which led me to another thing which led me to:

this is really really good, to put it plainly. his blog generally seems really good and i need to read through more of it.

it sort of recalls this, to me:

mostly in how they both point at the political functions of the technology but also the fact that maybe getting in the weeds of what it truly (maybe best to put truly in scare quotes) is, offers no benefit to actually getting at the techniques at work. i do think there's some necessity to articulate that these technologies might be, new feels like too positive a word, just that they're certainly active things, and i think we can see that with the masses of information and trash websites and images that are being vomited out by people trying to get ad money and things, even then the political dimension remains apparent and it also becomes evident that this is a technique/technology of power, in a foucauldian sense, where what it attenuates is very particularly behaviors and what seems possible.

here is a good quote from ali:

One might inspect handguns and stun guns, come to the conclusion that these are two totally different technologies because they don’t operate on the same technical principles at all, and embarrassingly overlook that they’re obviously both tools police use to maim and kill people. You don’t need to deconstruct a handgun and a stun gun to understand their adjacent, often overlapping, roles in policing. Fixating on the firing mechanisms can apparently desensitize someone to the political neighborhood these technologies share, and make a person a very unreliable ally in an ongoing collective struggle to abolishing policing.

and then another:

This framework (Defining AI along political and ideological language) sensitizes us to “small” systems that cause tremendous harm because of the settings in which they’re placed and the authority people place upon them; and it inoculates us against fixations on things like regulating systems just because they happened to use 10^26 floating point calculations in training - an arbitrary threshold, denoting nothing in particular, beneath which actors could (and do) cause monumental harms already, today.

this quote is quite helpful when thinking about these systems, just that often the discourse is led to places where people are told to observe and sort of pay special mind to the minutiae of the operations taking place and so on, that it's happening at all, when people rant about overheating tokens and things... the whole optimistic angle on ai feels really hung up on the particulars in that sense and they miss the forest for the trees because the assumption is that this is the future, when in truth it's been the last however long, the assumptions in the technology are the same as the empire and the same as what makes 'humanity' up. i know i harp on that constantly but it really does irritate me to see people use these neural networks and llm things as expressions of posthuman thought or posthuman potential, when they are data collecting nonsense machines at their least impactful, which means, generally they are polluting our access to information, enforcing cultural standards via assumption repeated from a place that we have culturally made seem objective, forgetting that it is us on the other side of that machine, its probabilities derived from our patterns, and the monologic and super-continuous system which is probably hostile to the discontinuous fashion we seem to operate in. hostile not in the magic-y sci fi way, just in the makes us feel crazy way.

i was thinking about all of this earlier, or the hellscape we're in, there's that technology connections video, i didn't watch all of it, he just said something interesting, that people forget that they can go research things on their own, basically, a kind of learned helplessness re: information retrieval. i think this is basically true, at least, it frequently feels that way but maybe not. i was thinking though, about if we see that skill mobilized in different ways, if it's true that it's forgotten or if there's just a different way information retrieval and collection are used by people generally, and it came to me that everyone seems like such a cop, stuff like kiwifarms and so on, that whole culture, which isn't normal but what is more normal are like, people fighting eachother online and collecting massive amounts of personal information because they don't like... idk, the same kpop group sometimes, other times they have a fetish, other times they really are despicable people, but the mass hunting and traversing names and things to find who someone actually is, this seems especially tuned. another thing is how i hear young people get when they really want to torture people through the internet, which is somehow sending people insane gore and worse, i hear zoomers will just jump straight to that sometimes. so there's this capacity online, for these things, which are i think enforced/enjoyed by the algorithm, generally because it creates new content on these platforms, rather than leading out, is one way of imagining it. i had another reason but it's becoming opaque now. unfortunate. i think the other was something along the lines of the general reactionary nature fostered by these websites as they are, their natural functioning, and that the ability to express superiority/be something cop-like, or maybe something like a muckraker, is a position to work from online that also makes you seem like someone worth interacting with in some way. loudly having positions and engaging in these tactics/techniques. idk. like i said it's opaque. i should be clear also, i don't think this is generally localized to like, young people, it seems like everybody, this is why i think it's a platform thing, it's everyone who gets like that.

those are my smart thoughts... today... not that i'm any smart.

i listened to this record today:

something completely different from usual. really nice stuff though, makes me think i should probably work in some other random music into rotation. this beat's really pretty, it makes me think of that one washed out song. the chillwave classic.

gettin' down is much better though. it's mostly that one sample, that delayed string thing, in both songs, it sounds really alike i wonder if it's from a shared library or something. i like how the first rapper says cappuccino, as well.

here's another classic:

crazy video. kind of genius.

this channel kind of rocks. here's a random new screamo band, this person recorded:

they seem kind of good. not very metalcore-y. just rocking and screaming. #cool.

oh i got awful news today, also, about this asian supermarket that we'd go to a lot, it's right by us, i could walk to it. maybe right by it is an overstatement. close enough to walk but it's a medium walk. right by suggests a short walk. it's a medium long walk i guess. but not long long. it's closing, though, however long the walk is. so my gf is going tomorrow with her mom to get stuff on clearance, stuff i cook with usually. i am really sad, though. there's another one near us as well, i never looked around enough in there to see if it has everything i need though, we'd just go to 99 ranch instead, because it did have some specific stuff my gf liked. i'm sad... realizing my giant green teas might be harder to get now. really a lot of stuff might be harder to get. or it might not be. we will see. hopefully the other place is good. it's fucked up but the two asian groceries here seem like the only places to get decent produce in this area. there's another supermarket, just a normal one, i swear last time we were in there, which was forever ago, they had like no vegetables, i swear......

no texture stuff today, tragically. i need to get on top of that... i really like doing it, but it is 3 am now, i just need to sleep,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!