#My G key decided to not exist

[wolgerrswritings]

WHAT sort of dinner now?

[hbyrde36]

STWG Daily Prompt 3/9/24

Written for the @strangerthingswritersguild

Prompt: Bite

Rating: G | WC: 867

Emotional hurt/comfort, Steve Harrington's parents being the worst, the best uncle Wayne Munson, supportive boyfriend Eddie Munson, the party loves Steve Harrington

Steve had given up on his dad long ago, he was never going to be the kind of man Richard Harrington had always wanted his sons to grow up and be, but he’d held out hope for his mom—hope that someday she would learn to love him the way she loved his brother.

More than ten years between them, and the fact that the Harrington’s had moved to Hawkins only after Christopher had graduated high school and gone off to college, meant no one really knew Steve had a sibling. 

The party, Robin, Eddie—especially Eddie because how could they have been dating for over a year now and him somehow still not know about this—were all stunned to learn of the existence of another young Harrington.

He hadn’t meant to tell them at all, but then Christopher and their parents made a surprise visit home so that his brother could take possession of their grandmother’s ring and pop the question to his girlfriend of a whopping 9 months. Less time than he and Eddie had been seeing each other and didn’t that get under Steve's skin to know he’d never get to propose to his boyfriend with a family heirloom, not only because gay marriage wasn’t legal, but because his parents would never dream of handing down a piece of jewelry to their least favorite son.  

Steve wound up having to make the rounds, letting everyone know movie night was canceled because his brother was in town. Naturally they all wanted explanations for why this was the first they were learning of this mysterious person, and by the time he got to Eddie’s place, Steve was a mess. 

Years of mistreatment and neglect bubbled to the surface, and not just the big things but the little sniping comments, the small injustices—inequities between the way Mr. and Mrs. Harrington spoke of their older son vs their younger—hurt feelings that he’d pushed all the way down in order to function, in order to put a fucking smile on his face and hide the fact that he was damaged goods who not even a mother could love. 

It all came spilling out of him on Eddie’s bedroom floor as his boyfriend held him, rocked him, was his rock, tethering him to the earth.

When it was all over and Steve was calm, Eddie asked him why he still spoke to them, why he still lived in their house when he and Wayne had both–on separate occasions–invited him to live with them instead.

“They’re my family.” Steve said, shrugging. “I don’t have a choice.” 

“Of course you do, Stevie. You always have a choice. If you were to decide right here and now that you never wanted to see or speak to them again, you are allowed to do that. You hold all the power here. I’ll support you in whatever you decide, but I have to say in my humble opinion, they never deserved you.”

Steve took the night to think about it, though in the instant Eddie had said the words, given Steve the power to take control of his own life, he’d known what he was going to do. It was his life, he could do with it as he wished. He was already doing that with almost every other part of it, so why was he still letting his mom and dad hold any power over him? Why did he subject himself to their passive aggressive comments and disappointed glares?

In the end he never went back, not even to get his stuff. Wayne and Eddie did it for him, leaving behind his keys and his beloved car. 

A small price to pay for freedom. 

He called the next day and left a final message on the answering machine. 

“Please leave your message after the beep.”

“Hey mom. You’re the hardest one to say goodbye to, the last member of this family I held out hope for so you’ll have to forgive me for not doing this in person. My car keys are on the table by the front door. I know the BMW is in dad’s name and I know he wouldn’t want me keeping it under the circumstances.”

“I am no longer a Harrington. I’m sure you won’t mind because you barely thought of me as one to begin with but it’s official now. I’m moving on, and moving in with my boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend, because I am nothing if not a consistent disappointment.”

“It took me longer to see it with you because I've witnessed the way you care for the people around you, most of them anyway, and what you’ve done for this community.”

“You are a good person, except when you’re not. And you were a great mom, just not to me.”

There was no bite in his words, just a sad truth finally spoken aloud.

Steve hung up the phone feeling lighter than he ever had in his whole life, and sat down to dinner with the people who really loved him. His found family, who’d all dropped whatever they were doing at a moments notice to throw him an impromptu moving-in party at his new home with Eddie and Wayne. 

Thanks to my beloved @penny00dreadful for having a look over this 🥰

[ssivinee]

✧Picture Perfect✧

BEBE! Bada Lee x Model! F Reader: Bada is scheduled to send a choreography demo in 2 days, and with the members of Bebe by her side, they've been preparing for the filming day. You decide to stop by their studio to give your little sister and her friends some food, but get more than just a thank you.

Word Count: 5k

Note: First fic, and it's Bada??? Was gonna wait to post this but I got way too excited. Half-proofread.

Character Vision Board

It was 5 p.m. in the JustJerk dance studio, and Team Bebe's Lee Trio spent the whole day brainstorming ideas for their upcoming project. Well it was mainly Bada doing all the work as she was the lead choreographer. She had just been given the opportunity to work on Rover by Kai, which she gladly accepted.

By now, Bada had been Kai's favorite choreographer, as she slowly becoming an in-house choreogrpaher for multiple SM groups. The two loved working with each other, and when Bada worked with him, she always had Lusher and Tatter by her side. As Bada was Kai's main girl, Tatter and Lusher were Bada's.

Yet somehow, after knowing them for so many years, Bada was surprised to hear about Tatter's unkept secret.

"You have a sister?" Bada questions, almost yelling, as she paces around the studio. The younger girls eye her. They look at each other in concern and a glint of mischief.

"Yup, and unnie is your age," Tatter says as she sends messages to her older sister, sending her directions to their bulding and the room.

"Why do you seem so worried, unnie?" Lusher teases, and Bada raises her arms in defeat, "I'm meeting your older sister, who I didn’t even know existed, for the first time, and I look like a mess right now." She sulks, and the two giggle.

Bada, noticing Lusher's lack of reaction, points at the girl accusingly, "You knew she had a sister?!" The brunette shrugs nonchalantly, "I met her a few times already. The other day, I saw her at the mall, and she bought me this stuffed animal key chain. She's basically my girlfriend now." Lusher grabs her keys, showing them off to the two.

Bada's eyes widen at the statement, walking up to the younger to inspect the key chain. It was a stuffed Pororo head, and she couldn't help but smile at the resemblance of the chain to her fellow dancer.

Tatter rolls her eyes hard, smacking Lusher's forehead lightly. "You and your delusions about my unnie."

"A girl can dream," Lusher says, lying on the floor as she scrolls through her phone.

The door then opened and revealed a tall woman who held a bag of food in her hand. She looked as if she had just gotten off the runway.

If Bada was worried about looking like a mess due to her dancing, she had other problems now. Her face couldn’t hide the stunned look that formed.

The smile on your face had the studio's energy go in reverse. Upon seeing the woman, Bada's usual gaze turned into puppy eyes, looking ever so helpless.

She knew to expect someone pretty since Tatter was stunning, but she didn't expect this. You looked like a goddess, as a specific energy radiated off you, and Bada couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Tatter jumps up, seeing her older sister, and pulls her towards the two. "Yah, yah, you're gonna pull my arm off," you joke to your sister, swatting her arm away. Your eyes meet a familiar pair on the floor, and you crouch beside the younger girl, patting her head.

"Lusher, how have you been?"

"I've been good unnie, just tired." Bada watches your interaction with smiling eyes as she sees the pout form on your lips. You give Lusher a warm and long hug as she sighs, relaxing into your body.

Tatter takes the bag out of your hand and begins pulling you again, but this time towards Bada.

"Y/n unnie, meet Bada unnie. Bada unnie, meet Y/n unnie." The blond introduced you two frantically, and you chuckled at your sister's high energy despite knowing she’d been dancing all day. Bada's eyes meet yours, and you can feel a sense of warmth engulfing you.

"Bada-nim, I've heard a lot about you," you give her a gentle handshake, and the tall dancer wanted to melt right on the spot. Your hands felt soft and warm despite the weather outside having a cold breeze.

She only jokes, "Hopefully, only good things," trying to cover up her nerves. "Of course, thank you for taking care of my sister," you tell her genuinely. Your statement makes Bada feel fulfilled for some reason.

"We should eat now?" You question the three, and the two younger ones just cheer, both racing to the fried chicken you brought for them.

This causes the two girls to sit together and chat, so you and Bada have no choice but to get to know each other. You deemed it to be a good thing, though. You'd finally meet the woman your little sister admired so much, almost to the point that she couldn't shut up about the sisterly love they had for each other.

"So Bada-nim-"

She cuts you off, "Please just call me Bada." You nod at the sincerity of her voice, and you smile, seeing her face show anything but. Her eyes held a sense of nervousness behind them as she fiddled with her fingers.

"So Bada, how long have you been dancing for?"

"God, for as long as I can remember. I'd say I started around 9 years ago."

You looked confused as you chewed on some chicken, "Only 9? Seems like you've been doing this for longer." Bada's brow raises in interest, "You've seen how I dance?"

"Who hasn't? It also doesn't help that Tatter shoves your videos in my face after every filming."

Your sister hears you and gives the two older ones an innocent smile, and you threatened her by pretending to hit her. "So you know about me, but I don't know anything about you."

"Well, have the pleasure of getting to know me, Bada," you kid, but she looks at you in sincerity. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a model under YG KPLUS," you say as you sip on the water. Bada's eyes widen, but she then chuckles, "That would make a lot of sense."

"How about hobbies?" She asks, and you glance at her, seeing she pays so much attention to you as you speak. You try to cover up your flustered state by eating more chicken, "I like to read and paint as well."

"Oh, and dance." You say it as if you forget, despite ironically being in a dance studio.

That almost set Bada off into space. You had a sense of humor, seemed intelligent, genuine, caring, had a pretty smile, AND you like to dance? Let's remember the fact that you are gorgeous as well.

In Bada's eyes, you had it all.

"Would you wanna try what we're working on?" Bada asks, and Lusher's eyes linger on the two. It was an unspoken rule amongst dancers to refrain from talking about a piece you working on as it has to do with an unreleased song by an artist. Yet her stern teacher was willing to break that rule just for you.

"Don't you think Bada unnie is acting weird around your sister?" Lusher whispers to the blond as the two watch the model and oldest dancer stretching in the center as they talk. "What do you mean?"

"I mean-" Lusher can't finish her sentence as Bada begins teaching you by counts.

Bada's gaze never left your body as you executed every move she showed you. Your outfit exuded idol energy, and your height enhanced the power you added to each movement. Her ears listening to your heeled boots clacking with almost every step.

She then presents the fast-paced portion of the dance, hitting every move with a manly sense of feeling. This was supposed to be the most challenging part of the song, yet you copied it perfectly in one go.

"Do you get your skills from your unnie, Taeyoung-ah?" Bada jokes at the younger girl, even using her real name, who can only respond with a faked, irritated face.

She turns on the music and counts the both of you in, and you go off. Even with solid hits and many dynamic changes, your body flowed elegantly, taking a more fluid approach with every movement.

Bada can't even be upset at the style you chose to stick with. It suited you the most.

"OMG, Unnie!" Tatter squeals as you finish, pleased at the results you showed after learning the choreo of the final chorus in less than 10 minutes.

"I knew you could dance, but I didn't think you'd get it that fast, unnie," Lusher tells you, and you begin feeling shy.

"Hey, I might not do it for a living like you guys, but I love to dance too."

"Do you dance often?" Bada asks, and you nod, "Yeah, I usually dance at YGX with Lee Jung in my free time since it's convenient."

Bada looks at you, a bit offended. "You've been dancing with Lee Jung and not with us?" She gestures to the three of them with her hand, and you giggle at her action. "As I said, the KPLUS building is 30 minutes away from here, so just going to their studio saves me more time."

"Come here from now on," you're taken aback a little, Bada's tone more demanding. You look at your sister, who gives you furious, encouraging nods as Lusher gives you a double thumbs up.

You smile, turning to Bada, who looks pleased even if you haven't answered. With an eye roll and a tiny chuckle, "Fine."

You had an off day on Friday and decided to stop by the JustJerk Academy. As your sister told you about one of the classes today, your mood instantly boots, wanting to feel the freedom of dancing again. Styling yourself in a more comfortable baggy look, you enter the building, seeing a few faces you recognize from Street Man Fighter.

The one you were closest to, J-ho, sees and greets you with wide eyes. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" You hug him as his friends look your way. "I decided to take a class here today. Tatter wouldn't shut up about it all week." You tell them, and your eyes meet the two others.

J-ho realizes you're meeting them for the first time and brings you over to the two. "Y/n, meet Howl and Young-j. Guys, this is Y/n. She's Tatter's older sister." You shake their hands, and Young-j gasps, "That's why you looked so familiar," you giggle at the over-exaggeration.

"I thought you usually dance over at YGX?" You shrugged in response, "A certain someone wanted me to come here from now on."

"Tatter?" You shake your head at your sister's name. "Lusher?" You shake your head again, and the guys begin wondering curiously, but Howl's eyes look at you suspicously, eliminating all other choices, "Bada?"

"Ding ding ding!" You exclaim, and Young-j looks over, surprised. "Bada inviting someone to her class? That's not something you hear every day."

This piques your interest, "Why not?"

J-ho looks at the window door where the lesson would be held, "She usually doesn't invite people. We kinda just show up every now and then." You nod at the new information.

"Well, let me head in before my sister bombs my phone with messages."

They wave you off, and as you enter, your eyes meet multiple students ranging from many ages. You are astonished by the variety of people in the room. Many foreigners, teens, and adults joined Bada's class, demonstrating the woman's immense popularity.

Seeing Tatter and Lusher in the corner, you mingle your way over. The blonde's eyes expand, and you giggle at her jittery reaction. You loved how your sister got excited, as you were usually too busy to hang out with her despite living in the same apartment. The two girls hug you, and Lusher stays by your side, leaning her head on your arm due to the height difference.

You check around, not seeing the tall teacher, and wonder, "She's not here yet?"

"J-ho and the guys are waiting for her so they can join us today."

"Oh, that's why oppa was outside?" They both nod. "Well, what song are we doing today?"

"Bada unnie is teaching Shirt by SZA again," Lusher grumbles, and Tatter only laughs at her partner. You look at the girl with a fond smile, "Does she teach it often?"

Tatter acknowledges, "Yeah, it's one of her most popular choreographies. It's basically high in demand amongst students."

As you three begin to stretch and chat, Bada walks in a few moments later with her phone, water, and the JustJerk boys following behind her. She was fitted with one of her iconic jerseys, some black cargo pants, and a basic black cap.

During your time modeling, you've met many attractive people ranging from the short, petite, girly women to the tall, elegant, sophisticated types. Yet Bada was seemingly different to you.

Women in Korea typically liked the cute or sexy feminine aesthetic, but the tall dancer was on the opposite spectrum of that. You'd expect to not be fond of her style due to the clothes you modeled for, but you can't help but find Bada irresistible, likely due to her height.

Mind you, the two of you had the same stature.

When Bada's eyes meet yours, her face looks satisfied. "Y/n, I'm glad you decided to join us and not Lee Jung this time," she quips. You decide to tease her, "Well, I was just thinking how someone might get mad at me if I didn't."

"I don't think I'd be mad," Bada ponders but then smirks, "Maybe jealous." You smack her arm lightly and giggle. This woman knew how to make a woman feel wanted, and god, was she good at it.

"We'll start attendance in 10 minutes, so make sure you're all warmed up by then." The latter announces, and everyone gets to stretch. "You think you'll be ready for this?" She asks in a jesting manner. "I'm born ready, Bada." You say in the same tone, but it holds more sincerity. This excites Bada, who wants to see you dance again like last week.

The class began, and it was the most fun you felt. Bada made her classes feel liberating; you wouldn't have it any other way for dance. Your eyes never left her body, always following and copying every movement she did without hesitation.

Everyone begins to notice your presence once you start practicing in the mirror near the edge of the room. Some even recognized your face, causing everyone to whisper amongst one another. You had connected everything Bada had taught and spaced into your own world. Tatter looks at you, admiring your passion, and Lusher looks at you with a simple smile.

On the other side of the room, Bada tried to help dancers who asked, but her vision always traveled to you. She focused on how you marked your movements and positions, using little energy. You gave off perfectionist energy, and Bada could tell as she was one herself.

This causes Bada to contemplate. She wanted to dance with you, but she also wanted to watch as you go full out. After thinking for a while, she decides to film by herself, then let you, Tatter, and Lusher film as the last group.

"You okay with that?" She asks you, and you become eager. "Of course. I haven't danced with my sister in a long time," you say as Tatter stays by your side, hugging your waist ever so tightly.

"Alright. Everyone, we'll begin filming soon! After my take, I'll call some people for groups."

Everyone takes their places in the back of the room, and you, your sister, Lusher, and the JustJerk boys stay more on the sidelines, wanting to watch the front view of Bada's expertise.

Once the music turns on, Bada grooves until the bass hits, and the music begins taking control of the dancer. The control and power this woman had on her body amazed you. Her lines and angles were crisp. The small jolts that led to fluid movements caused an impressed smile to form on your face.

As she ends the piece, she points at you with heavy breaths, your face now flustered by her gesture. Luckily the lights in the academy were dim, or else Tatter and Lusher would be on your ass about it right now.

If Bada wanted to play that game, you'd oblige. Nearing the end of filming, you three were now up, and needless to say, Bada was waiting for this the entire time. You were in the center due to your height.

As the music begins, Tatter hypes you up a little before getting into the groove, and you weren't one to disappoint a crowd, ever. You hit the moves exactly and start to enjoy the spotlight a bit more.

Blood stain on my shirt, new bitch on my nerves.

When that line comes in, you feel up your body more than Bada initially teaches, and the crowd cheers at the new flavor you added. The choreo looks more sensual in the direction you take. Your sassiness, attitude, and vibe made Bada look affectionately at you as she squatted on the ground, watching you three.

Bada felt a little guilty, yet her gaze never left your body despite her dancers being right beside you. You extended your body in ways the tall dancer couldn't comprehend, seemingly like you had prior ballet training. Now she wondered why you were a model if you were this amazing at dancing. But once she looks at your face, she realizes why you may have made that choice.

Let you all in my mental, got me looking too desperate Damn, you ain't deserve.

Your body turns, preparing to move your hips. You smirk over at Bada, who has all her attention on you. Your gaze uttered pure seduction as your hips hit every tick of the song. You drag your thumb and drag it to your waist and feel your midriff up.

Everyone cheers at your sexy ending, and you bow, beginning to feel the aftermath of the dance. Bada's claps grow intense as she smiles at the three of you. Having no restraint, she hugs you tightly, and you let out an airy laugh, adoring the reaction.

The next few weeks followed, and you had been returning to the JustJerk studio almost every Friday. It made Bada look forward to the end of her week as the two of you had gotten closer.

In the second week, Bada began filming with Tatter and Lusher in her group and you. You diversified the style of dance the group brought in every video, and the people loved it. The views began to gradually increase as your appearances became more regular.

You entered the studio on a random Tuesday morning, expecting to be along for the day. Wanting to feel the freedom of dancing by yourself. Connecting your phone to the speaker, your body grooved to the shuffled songs, mainly freestyling. Bada, on the other hand, came into the studio, planning to work on some new choreography until she read that one of the studios was being used.

She was puzzled, aware that no one had a schedule that included classes on a Tuesday. Out of curiosity, she peeks her head at the window and sees your familiar figure. Bada opens the door a little to hear the song you are currently dancing to, and her ears begin to be filled with L.A. Love by Fergie and YG.

You swayed, not using your usual style, and Bada became more intrigued by you. She had only ever seen the elegant and sexy side of you, but you showed many more aspects of hip-hop, and Bada's slight smirk unconsciously widens. You were just capable of everything, huh?

Your body flinches at the claps, and you rest a hand on your beating chest, shocked at Bada's company. "Dude, you almost gave me a heart attack."

She comes in and sets her stuff down in the front. "So you had that in you, and you weren't gonna even show it?" You chuckled heavily, still feeling tired from the freestyle. "It's not a style I'm super confident in performing," and Bada's jaw slacks at your statement.

"Not confident? Impossible," her face shows the confusion that wavers in her statement.

"Come on," she lends a handout, and you accept it, but you grow bewildered as she pulls you into the other room with your guy's items in hand. "What are you gonna do with me?"

Bada's thoughts spiral at the question, knowing you didn't mean it in that way. "I want you to help me for the next class."

"How so?"

"Let's make some choreo together." She simply states as she stretches on the floor. Now your eyes widen, "Bada, I've never taught a class before, let alone make a dance," the anxiety growing in your voice. "If you can dance as well as you do, you can do it. Besides, you're not alone here. You have me." She gives you the cutest smile ever, and you just want to squeeze her cheeks but refrain to avoid embarrassment for the both of you.

She puts on the song, and you hear BILLIE EILISH by Armani White. Your face immediately brightened at the music, and you began grooving, moving into the freestyle. Bada secretly films you, leaving her phone on the floor in your direction. She then joins you, the two of you moving differently, but it works too well. Your duo dynamic seemed to get stronger as the song repeated repeatedly.

Bada could control your body while you could play with hers. Using the usage of your baggy shirts, the two of you touch each other up more than ever. Once 30 minutes go by, Bada stops the filming, and you gasp lightly. "You were recording the entire time?"

"It'll help the ideas come in. Watch." She gestures you over on the floor, and you two begin to watch as you sit beside each other. As it gets to the point where you two become touchy, both of you develop red in color. You peek over at the girl, not realizing the close proximity of your faces, and your breath hitches. Bada's eyes meet yours, and you know you can hear each other's hearts pounding against your chests.

Bada leans closer, but before she gets even close enough, loud music plays from the speaker, scaring the both of you away from each other. Almost feeling as if the two of you had just got caught. Two flustered dancers occupied the room, and Bada coughed, breaking up the slightly awkward silence.

"We should use a lot of the moves from the final dance," you nod, not even having recovered from the previous interaction. The two of you began working, and by the end of the day, you had a successful dance for Friday's class.

Both of you began packing your bags, and Bada looked at you, "You wanna get something to eat? I'll pay?"

"Free food? Count me in," Bada chuckles at your enthusiasm. The two of you stop by a cafe near the studio. It was puppy-themed, and your eyes twinkled at the cuteness of the space. You two sit, order, and eat as Bada makes conversation.

"I just need to ask why you decided to be a model instead of a dancer."

You laugh at her face as she asks you with soft eyes and a mouth filled with bread. "Well, I was scouted by YG about 6 years ago, and it was supposed to be a part-time gig for the most part, but by my first years, I was too deep in to back out. I started getting contracts from other companies, so I decided to stick with it. Dancing became just a hobby for me at that point."

You thought more deeply before elaborating, "Don't get me wrong, I loved dancing with all my heart and soul. I took so many classes when I was younger. My mom signed Taeyoung up for jazz while I mainly focused on ballet, but everything happened, so I stopped."

Your voice began to fade, feeling the heaviness of the confession for the first time. You had a particular passion and drive for dancing when you were younger. Yet when you were given greater opportunities, that love began to wither to the back of your mind. This sense of disappointment in yourself started weighing on you, but being the optimist you are, you shake your head at the thoughts.

"After 4 years of no dancing, I met Lee Jung, and she invited me to their studio at one point. I fell back in love as soon as I stepped foot in that studio. It just felt like home for me."

Bada beams at you, understanding the feeling, but her heart goes haywire again at your words. "I also want to thank you, you know? I don't know what it is, but dancing with you makes me feel..."

You couldn't put it into words and absent-mindedly look at her. "It makes me feel like the old me." Bada's heart swells at the thought you felt grateful for her. That statement made Bada's year.

"Well, let's keep doing great things together," The both of you grin at her words.

And the two of you did just that. Your presence in the dance studio was so constant that you strayed away from modeling a little. You and the tall dancer made more dances together, and you even started teaching some of the classes with Bada by your side.

After multiple classes, you two would hang out almost like you couldn't live without each other's company. You watched movies, went shopping, and went to an arcade with Bada. The both of you loving the friendship that had formed. You even took Bada to a picnic at the park, where you guys ate snacks and painted on mini canvases.

Safe to say, the two were in love after knowing the other for about 3 months.

The latest piece was what changed the course of your relationship. You guys decided to do a duo choreography, but the song is what set off everything.

PILLOWTALK by Zayn.

The preparation for the song was filled with pure sexual tension and heated moments. It got to the point where you thought it may be too much, especially for some students, but Bada shuns away the thoughts, saying, "They're gonna love it, don't worry."

It was finally the day to teach, and the two of you were nervous yet not openly exhibiting it. Your sister and Lusher were aware of the dynamic between you, too, seeing the loving and caring eyes you had for each other, but as neither of you did anything about it, they didn't say anything either.

Though, this week, Tatter was suspicious of how you acted. You showed much more compassion, lovingness, and happiness. Not that this was anything new from you, but Tatter couldn't shake that it was more prominent and likely due to Bada.

The class went smoothly, other than people gasping or being in awe of the move you two developed together.

Everyone felt the intimacy you two radiated.

"I feel like we're interrupting their moment," Tatter jokes to Lusher, but the two were happy at the relationship you two had established right now, even if it wasn't to the point the two wanted for the both of you.

When filming for JustJerk's channel began, it felt like the room was set ablaze. You rested your hands on Bada's abs while she rested her arm around your waist. Both of you wearing crop tops, so there was nothing but skin-to-skin contact. Your warm bodies mixed with one another, both hands not leaving each other's body at any point of the choreo. When you two end, the pose had your arms wrapped around Bada's neck, her hands gripping your waist, foreheads resting on each other.

In that instant, it felt as if you two were the only people in the room, but the moment was interrupted by everyone's claps and cheers. You two bow with hand in hand.

You, Lusher, Tatter, and Bada were left in the studio at the end of class. The younger girls were already done packing and were about to go until the blond and brunette duo pulled their leader to the corner of the room.

"Bada, you need to ask out my sister, please," Bada takes a step back in surprise as her eyes look over to you, who lay on the floor just scrolling through Tiktok. "Seriously, unnie, you two not dating is killing us two," Lusher adds, and Bada lets out an airy laugh.

She looks over at you again, smiling as she sees your cheesing grin from the video you watched. "Fine," she mumbles to the younger girls, shooing them away secretly.

"Y/n unnie, we'll be heading out now," the two wave off, and as the door closes, Bada approaches you, helping you up from the floor.

"You wanna head out to get some food? I found a new place about 20 minutes away," You speak up, but Bada doesn't respond. "Y/n?"

You look at her, worried at her serious tone, "What happened? Are you okay?" You hold her arms in concern, but Bada pouts. "I'm not."

Your puppy eyes form, and you grow even more uneasy. "Why, what happened? Why are you so sad?"

Bada's head looks down, but she forces herself to grab your hands, "I think I'm in love with you," she whispers, and your heart feels like it's beating at 100 miles per hour. Your faces were almost as close as your ending pose for the dance, and your breath got shaky.

Fuck, was all you thought, and you pulled her in for a kiss. It felt as if every emotion and feeling you both had came crashing down.

Bada is surprised but falls into it slowly, resting her hands on your waist. Your vanilla-tasting lips had Bada hooked as she drowned in your scent. Your warm hands are left on her face as you pull away. "I'm in love with you too," you whisper, and Bada smiles.

This was the happiest moment you both wished for, and it finally happened.

A/n: This is my first fic, and it was super nerve-wracking to post this, but this was the first fic I was ready to release.

I have so many drafts, some of which aren't Bada either, but we'll see if I ever release anymore.

I'll also be posting. I have some mood boards for each OC, which I got inspiration from @1luvkarina. It tells a lot more about the character that you guys may not be able to get from the story.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed it!

-sivine

[vhstown]

miles g morales ★ general headcanons

warnings: sort of angsty, mentions of his dad's death, money being tight and such 😞

a/n: hi my little piranhas im feeding you today say AHHHHHHHH.... all my random non-relationship miles g thoughts dumped into one! he has 6 lines but less is more right 😁 im okay i promi

Let me just geek out about his non-existent gear functions for a moment 😞 Miles is all about little modifications and improvement so when he messes around with his uncle's gear he decides to make some adjustments to the design and also the functionality. Has his own spin to all of his gear cause a part of him really wants to be like the superheroes he sees in comics with their own sort of persona. But of course it has to be functional so...!

All of his gear is coordinated and he has a mode where he can turn off all the lights for stealth and such! The lights are actually off most of the time but he puts them on to show off mostly or make himself known when he's bored of waiting.

A really cool function would be if he could redirect or offset his lights so when he's fighting in complete darkness he can easily confuse his enemies. Tends to scope out places and mess around with the power supplies — uses the occasional smoke bomb too. He's in his element in dark, maze-like places, which essentially makes Brooklyn his concrete playground.

Scarily good at lockpicking. Has broken into his own house multiple times from forgetting his keys. He can open most doors with simple tools and disable electronic locks with a little work.

Can I just mention his shoes as well... they're like the jumpy shoes from Subway Surfers you can't prove me wrong until the next movie comes out like— Okay no but seriously I imagine he can stick to surfaces and things and maybe they can propell him upwards? You see those glowing lights idk figure it out 😞

Also somebody (I have no idea who but here's the link to the original post) had a headcanon that he'd have a high auditory intelligence, so for a while, he spends time developing a voice modulator. He likely has one anyway to keep his identity a secret, but what he really wants to do is is create a device that can replicate other people's voices.

Because he's good with sound and physics he makes it work in no less than a few weeks. The first voice he tries is his uncle's and he says a bunch of dumbass stuff. (Aaron is a little annoyed but more proud of his nephew than anything.) Eventually it gets to the point where he can calibrate it with a couple clicks since he has such a good ear for frequencies and the like that deceiving villains is no trouble at all.

I think Aaron and Miles would still have that cool uncle and nephew relationship but its also a mentor and student one. While Miles is good at the tech stuff I think he's a pretty lousy fighter at the beginning and Aaron has to teach him a LOT.

Uncle Aaron probably used to fight for sport back in the day (boxing mayhaps? 😁) so a lot of Miles' technique stems from MMA due to its versatility (anything hand-to-hand at least.) Even then, most of the problem is being able to think quick and act quicker, so Miles goes through lots of practical training (so he's being chased by the Sinister Six from day one 😭) It's well worth it though because without the Spider-powers he has a lot of catching up to do.

While training with Aaron he's exposed to a lot of his old records and develops a taste for jazz. He comes to associate certain manoeuvres with the way the music goes, so he tends to hum to himself while casually knocking the wind out of people. His uncle finds it just a little creepy, but again, he's glad to see Miles coming along.

In fact, Aaron is relieved. His nephew had been reserved and was pretty much holed up in his own room for weeks after his dad passed. Of course the passing of Jefferson was hard on Aaron, but Miles has it even harder. Eventually, they decide to paint the mural together, and Miles lets Aaron know what's on his mind. He's always been close to his uncle but especially then spending time roaming the streets, painting, boxing and listening to old records was his lifeline.

Miles figures out his uncle is the Prowler before Aaron even lets him in on it. After seeing how determined his nephew his is, that's when it all started.

But with everything going on in his vigilante life, his normal life is something he has has to be careful not to fall behind on. At the age where college applications are coming up, Miles is driven to the bone with school, despite not actually being there half the time. Still, he's somehow averaging As and the occasional B, easily the top of his class in AP Physics and Calc.

He doesn't try to talk to people in school like he might've before, but he's not antisocial by any means (sometimes his bluntness is mistaken for talking back though 💀)

He's also the type of dude to do homework as soon as the teacher hands it out, because he knows he will not have time later (and to avoid all the night-before crises of freshman year.)

Rio is being pulled thin too, always covering shifts for her colleagues at the hospital just so she can have a little extra pay. She's been saving for Miles' birthday since his last one, always checks his clothes for holes or if they still fit, and makes sure there's something in the microwave if she can't be there for dinner. Rio makes sure he always has everything he needs, even while paying bills and rent. They're not struggling too much, but it's not like they can do whatever they want.

Despite that, they're managing; what she doesn't know is that the sigh of relief she breathes every month is because of him. Miles always makes sure to take care of his belongings, put in any cash he makes from his "part time job" into her account, just doing whatever he can to help. Also, he's become more and more protective of his mom, and he always takes the opportunity to do errands for her, especially when it's getting dark outside.

Miles is actually more paranoid than her when it comes to saving. Even when it's winter, and she tells him to turn on the heating whenever, you best believe he's throwing on his jacket in his own room and firming the cold. It's entirely unnecessary of course, but he can't shake the guilt when he feels the only reason his mom works so hard is because of him. They've moved twice already and there's no way they're moving again, so if the landlord gives them trouble he'll just give them hell (let's just hope it won't come to that.)

Miles learnt how to treat his own injuries from Rio. She taught him basic first aid at the very least, and on a couple of occasions he's tried to learn things himself with the clunky old first aid kit at home. Rio never asks why the stitch on one of their pillows is done with dental floss, and looks strangely like that of a suture (a very bad one at that.)

His Spanish also improved a lot too. After his dad's passing, he met a lot of relatives from his mom's side that he doesn't remember ever seeing before, but it encourages him to learn how to speak better. Long gone are the days of silently observing family drama over the phone — he has to keep up now, and he'll defend his mom cada día de la semana (even if she's somewhat embarrassed by it.) Essentially he's at that level of fluency where he can be rude without being rude 😭 (just saying some of the things his relatives say are NOT helpful.)

With all of this going on in his life, it's no surprise that sleep doesn't come easy. Or maybe it is, considering how much he works his body. Either way, he's left staring at the ceiling or curled up on his side most nights, the untouched toys and collectibles in his room to keep him company. Miles used to sleep at 8pm on the dot and wake up at 6; that was when things were good, and he didn't have his whole universe on his shoulders. All his bed is now is a place to collapse, and close his eyes until it's light outside. Most days, he's exhausted — bone-tired — but the most he gets is a light, forced, uncomfortable sleep. It's one in which he wakes up more tired than he was the night before, but he presses on, getting exercise in during the morning and trying to make breakfast for his mom because he knows a slice of toast is the most she'd bother to have.

And despite all that's changed since his dad has passed, Miles is still a kid. He has a thousand pictures from the time he went to Comic-con, a sketchbook full of drawings he never finishes, meticulously-organised playlists, college applications — all in the midst of a city that's falling apart at the seams as much as he is.

But he's okay, for now. As much as he can be.

"Keep your head up, son."

It's what his dad would've wanted, at the very least.

@phoenixinthefiles @qiupachups

hey 😊 "where's ain't no love part thre—" (GLASS SHATTERING NOISE) (CAT MRYEOWING) (BABY CRYING) (POLICE SIRENS) (WEE WOO WEE WOO)

forget miles IM being pulled thin ... half of this may or may not be projection... schrödingers headcanons anyone 😞 anyways ive been like busy. so . SOON! (lying in 4K)

reblogs appreciated!!! 😘 FIND MY MASTERLIST HERE and urrrr my 42 x reader headcanons here if you're interested ?

[ndjournal]

hey, hey i would like to submit a kind of success story!

so my dog literally disappeared after 4pm and i noticed that after 7pm cause a i haven't seen her since

i desperately started to look for her EVERYWHERE i literally looked even in the cameras because i was afraid that someone kidnapped her, we posted pictures of "Missing Dog" on the internet, all of our neighbors were trying to find her too cause everybody loves her (she'd seriously very cute and sweet!) and i was almost getting in their house to search for her, but my mom said it would be rude to act like this. i didn't care at all, but i still didn't actually do it

even with all my efforts i still couldn't find her: so i remembered that one success stories from a sophie's anon where she said her cat was missing and she was desperate to "apply" and make her cat appears, but then she remembered WHO was trying and desperate and let go. After that the cat appeared safe and sound

i tried to do the same, let go of the idea that i was worried or missing her and just accept that, yes she was lost and there was nothing i (ego) could do. i let my mind think the worst things, even that someone would use her as a commerce to make lots of puppies to sell (😣😣😣) or that she was dead (she was actually a little cause of something she ate the day before) and went fat to die (some animals do this when they know there're going to die)

unfortunately it didn't work and she was still missing

i decided to go to bed and sleep cause it was late and there were no news about her

i went to sleep with that bad feeling of lost, but i knew that it wasn't me cause the real me don't have anything, only the ego has this "property" sense and then at 1:28 am i woke up from a dream where my dog was actually here and her "missing" was the dream haha

i woke up SUPER relieved, but i noticed it was a dream Where i was dreaming that it was a dream (does it make sense?) so i was consumed by some bitter feeling

the moment it happened i literally said NO! This is a dream, that was reality, it's all one anyways ill choose what i want and i swear to god the moment i said that my 2 year old nephew came here (he lives in the apt next door) screaming all over the place in the middle of the night saying that he found her with that baby accent

i got up bed desperately and realized that she was

NEVER lost, but actually hidden between the sofa (poor girl, it must've been painful)

i am trying to find something that was the key point for it to happen, but i don't really know i guess i just thought that if life is a dream and even though it may seem very real, it's still a dream and i can control it so i decided to fix that situation, but i also let go of control cause i knew ego couldn't do anything

i got mixed feelings cause i was letting go of the situation, but then thoughts would appear and i would react accordingly. maybe there is more, but i don’t know i am still processing this im so happy she’s here!!!!

I'm glad, thanks for sharing! Linking the post you mentioned here. This excerpt might be helpful for you:

The easiest creations or shifts for me happen when I just decide on something as a fact then just let it go and forget about it. There was no analysis, no rumination, no second guessing or questioning on it. It's easiest to do this for things that you have no attachments. It's not until I am reminded of that decision by the actual manifestation that I realize how effortless it all was, yet it can be so hard for things where there is pre-existing conditioning in the mind related to the choice one wants to make (when one entirely drops identification with the mind, this will no longer matter).

Another thing you can try to practice is having trust in Self/Universe/God more when you let go, rather than letting your mind run wild with all these negative scenarios, you can let go with the trust and faith that everything is being taken care of and there's nothing to worry about. That way you can actually truly let go, rather than flip flop back to worrying, reacting to negative thoughts and being attached to the situation (this is what the excerpt would call as 'changing your mind' like you did where you at first let go and then went back to worrying about it, meaning you hadn't truly let go). Try practicing this for your next creations! :)

[vintagevixyxol]

An alphabet of old language in the “Dark rise” by C.S.Pacat

Or something like this…

Disclaimer: I am new in this fandom, so I will be really sorry if the same work already exists. I did not want to duplicate someone`s work. Also, please, correct me if I miss something or make mistakes!

And remember: it`s just a theory.

"There is no sense in strange inscriptions", I thought, when I saw it in books for the first time. However, last evening I decided to compare translations with pictures in the book and found out that this language was not as hard for reading as I considered. I`d like to share my ideas about this topic and, if it would be interesting, to discuss some moments, which I can`t explain right now.

Some rules:

The main axiom is that one letter in English is one letter in this language.

“Tails” of vowels are pointing upward in every case.

“Tails” of consonants are pointing downward in most situations. (not always)

All letters add up in a line. (Part of the ship, part of the crew).

A dash line helps with selecting letters and words, but not always.

Full analysis will be only about the first example.

The key: “Rassalon the First Lion”. (Chapter 10)

This phrase is the best start for a work, because there are a plenty of repeating letters in words. Аll what I need is to find similar elements and to highlight them different colors.

Step 1 — selecting similar letters

"Rassalon..." and other words

We have double S in “RaSSalon”, so it is easy to notice similar details in the beginning. S also in the “FirSt”.

Double S are between two A, so they might stand in the edges.

R is left alone in the beginning, but it will be in “FiRst”.

L — "Lion"

O—"LiOn"

N — “LioN”

"...the First Lion"

T — in “The” and “FirsT”

i — in “First” and “Lion”

!(why “i” is small I will explain later)!

Step 2 — non-repeating letters

New letters: H, e (!!) and F.

An analysis of other phrases

“He is coming” (Chapter 11)

New letters: C, M and G.

And "e", but I will tell about it later.

“I cannot return when I am called to fight So I will have a child” (Chapter 2)

New letters: U, W, D, V and I(!)

I and i are different. Why? In my opinion, it might be because “I” is a pronoun in this case.

“Enter only those who can” (Chapter 15)

New letters: Y, E, e.

E and e are different. Perhaps, it is because “E” in the beginning?

“The horn all seek and never find” (Chapter 15)

New letter: K.

The conclusion

the illustration of the alphabet

I`m very grateful to my sister, who painted all illustrations for my article.

The investigation amused me a lot even if the alphabet is incomplete. Information isn`t enough at this moment, so I hope the second part of book will give new letters and new rules of old language. This is the new reason why I am exited of waiting for the “Dark heir”. I hope, dear reader, you share my delight of this discover.

For enthusiasts I`ll leave examples, which I created myself, below.

For others — thanks a lot for your attention!

My examples for translations :)

The first example for practice

The second example for practice

The third example for practice

One hilarious fact, before I end

English is not my native language, so I read “Dark rise” in the first time in my language. And I have two different paper editions 2021 and 2022 years.

I decided to compare pictures in books and…

There are SAME ILLUSTRATIONS every time, when there must be inscriptions in old language. If there is a short phrase, they cut THIS ILLUSTRATION and left only the begining of it. In other words, it is one illustration throughout two books.

I could understand if they did it only in the edition by 2021 year, but they did not! As well it doesn`t fit in my theory, because most of letters are different than previous ones.

Now I have some questions for other fans:

Was this illustration in the first edition?

Do you meet it in other translations? (or is it the joke of my translation?)

What is the key, if somebody know?

I tried to translate it as I did it before, but it was the mess. Therefore, I am open to new ideas.

(it is a scan from my paper book)

Thanks for reading! P.S. If you decide to share my work, please specify my authorship.

[russolover]

Lessi blurb request!!! Lessis reaction to discovering that you wear glasses plssss

During Highschool you could never decide whether you wanted to be a professional football player or get into business. The possibility of the first one happening seemed like none existent to you but that changed when you got your first call up. From there on you made quite the reputation for yourself.

While maintaining that reputation you kept on doing an online business course to fulfil your other dream. Today was one of those days where your beautiful girlfriend was off for training and you spent the day studying for one of your final exams. As you concentrated on the material while adjusting your glasses you could hear some keys falling onto the floor.

You immediately knew it was your clumsy lover who walked into the flat very excited to see you. Once you were in sight she stopped in her tracks immediately hearing how she took a sharp breath in.

„how was training my love?“

You asked as she was still glued onto her spot her cheeks turning into a light red colour.

„g-good baby“

„less are you okay?“

You chuckled at her behaviour being oblivious to the fact that this was the first time she had seen you with glasses on. It’s not that you avoided it but you only needed them when you were studying, the rest of the time you were going for contact lenses.

„I didn’t know you had glasses“

She replied sitting on the table where you did your work on earlier. She kept examining your face with a light smirk while you just looked at her confused.

„I prefer wearing contact lenses, what’s going on with you?“

You laughed at how flustered she got once you took a sip of water and some of it prickled down your chin.

„baby you should wear them more often”

She said as she pulled you closer by your chain and pressing her lips onto yours.

[wooleeza]

7 Seeds Stage Review

Note: Spoilers ahead for both the manga and stage!

Background

When I learnt that Nakada Hiroki was going to be involved in the 7Seeds Stage: Spring Chapter in the role of Mozu, I began searching for information online. (I always make it a point to find out as much as I can about his roles prior to the stage.) There were a few resources, but they seemed rather vague to me, so I decided that the best course of action would be to read the manga itself. As a person who is not (gasp!) an avid manga reader, 178 chapters certainly was a daunting prospect to me, and the art style wasn’t the easiest to decipher, but the storyline after the first arc was compelling enough to keep me going after I got through the initial Summer B arc and reached the Spring chapters, which is where the bulk of this play is premised upon.

I actually enjoyed the manga for its complexities - the huge cast of characters across the five teams was confusing at first, but as I followed the different viewpoints, I came to appreciate the subtleties woven into every character’s motivations. I read the manga over the course of two or three weeks, and it is definitely worth a re-read just to properly appreciate the development of both the characters and the worldview created by Tamura-sensei. Since I read the manga at a relatively fast pace in order to complete it in time for watching the stage, I watched the anime too in order to refresh my memory of several key scenes. I can certainly understand the disappointment the manga fans felt at the subpar quality of the anime, but it was helpful in the sense that it covered most of the key action sequences (minus the subtleties of character motivations, unfortunately.)

Impressions of Mozu (pre-butai)

This man is a hard character, in every sense of the word. He exists very much in the background across all the arcs in the manga, but his hand in the way the events play out is very much present. He is a character that doesn’t give leeway to anyone, himself most of all. He sees it as a necessity for survival in a world that doesn’t give way to anything that doesn’t pass the test. He has lived his entire life upon a knife’s edge, and has a mastery over his skills and surroundings alike. For him, trials are routine, and his stoic demeanour arises from his ability to completely detach himself from any situation so as to view it from its most objective angle. This is consistent with a character for whom survival has become an everyday necessity.

To be honest, I was very surprised at the casting decision for Nakada Hiroki to play him. Hiroki-kun has a wide repertoire as an actor, but most times, he is given roles that induce sympathy from the audience. Having read the manga in its entirety, I felt that he would have been much better suited to play Aramaki-san, a beautiful and relatively mature character who has known many losses in his life, and a shoo-in for audience sympathy. On the other hand, Mozu-san is a character that is as far from sympathetic as we can get, so I was very curious about what Nishida-san’s vision for this stage was, and why he picked Hiroki-kun to portray Mozu. Hiroki-kun also said during one of his monthly livestreams that Nishida-san is a director whom he likes a lot, so I was naturally very intrigued by their collaboration this time. As much as I had my doubts, I felt that it was safe to trust in Nishida-san’s vision, and that he probably could see something that wasn’t immediately apparent to me as an average member of the audience.

The stage

The stage has a minimalist set, with movable steps and ramps that the cast members interact with and set up as they progress through the scenes. To some degree, it is fitting for a post-apocalyptic setting - the new world is what the characters on stage make of it, and for the most part, the audience’s imagination fills in the gaps. The story follows the initial journey of the Spring team quite closely, extending some scenes and stretching out the action in a way that still feels true to the manga. Mozu-san, however, makes his appearance relatively quickly after the initial scene, establishing himself and two other researchers as the key personnel behind the 7Seeds project, and together, they provide much of the exposition for the sake of the audience. Their conversations inform us of the existence of other plans such as the building of shelters in the hope that one (or more) of these plans will work when D-Day arrives. The revelation of Mozu as the shinigami of the group also takes place relatively quickly. It takes away the suspense and mystery that was originally found in the manga with regards to his character arc, but it does make things easier to follow for the first-time viewer. There are also other iykyk references (energy bars, for example) that would appeal to fans of the series, but these are not so obscure as to completely alienate an audience member who may not be familiar with the work. 

My only gripe is that the costuming looks cheap and the portrayal of the dogs, beasts and insects resembles that of a low-budget school play. It is understandable that these would be very difficult to achieve in a stage setting, but I wish they had been able to create more realistic costumes and action sequences. It took away from an otherwise very well-crafted and directed play.

Mozu-san’s portrayal

While I have every confidence that Hiroki-kun can pull off any role he’s cast in, I had some serious doubts about how he would be able to portray Mozu-san, especially when footage of the photoshoot was first released. The images then, which looked soft and sensual, did not match up with my mental impression of the stoic and hardened Mozu-san. Still, I had to believe that Nishida-san had a vision of Mozu-san’s stage portrayal that only Hiroki-kun could match. 

When I finally got to watch the stage performance, I was relieved to see that his portrayal matched the expectations I had of this character, though I wouldn’t go so far as to say that he exceeded my expectations. His Mozu-san is still a hardened survivalist, but the paternal aspect of him which exhibits care for Hana is also presented onstage. It is easy to see why, in the later chapters of the manga, Hana refers to him as Me-chan – the -chan suffix denotes closeness in their relationship. He also reveals an unexpectedly compassionate side of Mozu-san in one of the final exposition scenes, when he gives the researcher he has worked closely with and his family a chance to go into one of the shelters. Hiroki-kun negotiates a fine balance well, between the objective and pragmatic genius visionary and a person who deep down inside does have a heart for his fellow researchers. He casts Mozu-san in a more human light, and that is something I have always appreciated about Hiroki-kun’s acting.

Final thoughts

I’m happy to report that the play stayed faithful to many aspects of the manga, and it met my expectations for the most part. The costuming and action sequences are somewhat regrettable in some parts, but if you are able to look past these, it is a well-crafted and well-balanced play. The anime glossed over many details in its rush to move from one action scene to another, but the play took its time to develop the characters and explore their interactions with one another. Even Yanagi-san was sympathetically portrayed, and I believe that most manga fans would appreciate the care that has gone into the making of this stage.

Overall, I think that the stage is worth watching, perhaps twice over just to fully appreciate all the nuances and subtleties it includes. It’s not an outstanding play by any means, but it makes a good beginning, and there is a strong chance that we can look forward to the future productions featuring the Summer and Autumn teams as well. Nishida-san has created quite a beautiful worldview, and things can only look up from here. 

If you would like to catch the stage (no subs available, sorry!), viewing tickets for the archive can still be purchased at https://l-tike.zaiko.io/e/7seeds. It is available for viewing up till Sunday, 05 January, 2359h JST.

If you are interested to know more about Mozu-san's actor, Nakada Hiroki, please click on the hyperlink of his name.

[sailorplanet1997]

i don't have the book but this YouTube have it covered up and woah what a interesting story (i must say so myself) i hope someday they're making the movie version of it i don't mind if her friends barely appear for once because the story takes place on the mainland and it's based on the canceled 7th Tinkerbell movie the Tinker academy really suit Tinkerbell and i think most of us can agree because she want to learn something new but everybody (except maybe Terence) are skeptical about Tinkerbell learning new things and we all know Tinkerbell will do ridiculous things and break the rules to make herself feel better and bring others in danger atleast she can't cause disasters in pixie hollow, instead it's on the mainland with other Tinker fairies she get to meet and based on what its shared, they are all mainland fairies, i think shopping fairies are mentioned and a fairy (forgot the name) losing her voice reminds me of Ariel from the little mermaid and Musa from Winx Club because they have the music element and i'm guessing this new fairy who lost her voice is kind of like a music fairy, apparently shadow fairies and dreamer fairies exist too apparently fairies on the mainland use pixie dust for other things instead of flying, most of them doesn't like neverland fairies except for a few and woah it has a King who also happens to be a TINKER FAIRY?!?! holy cow and apparently he knows Queen Clarion and Lord Milori and it seems like they all know Tinker fairies aren't allowed to go on the mainland but Tinkerbell tells them things have changed since she's born i wonder if Tinkerbell brings new friends to pixie hollow since she was making a few apparently Tinkerbell is trapped in some sort of jail untill the King and the others saves her while they got the key Tinkerbell was looking for if Disney decides to continues with the Tinkerbell movies, i hope for sure they are making the movies version of this before the book came out i saw a few videos based on the scrapped movie that was supposed to take place after "The Legend Of The Neverbeast" i hope they keeps a few of them atleast, like Fairy Mary who got accepted to go to the Tinker academy but once Tinkerbell was born she changed her mind and stayed in pixie hollow, the flashback of Tinkerbell being born with its brightest talent (even brighter then Vidia) okay i was curious about The Secret Of The Wings with its history about Queen Clarion and Lord Milori but now i'm even more curious about their past with the King getting involved when pixie hollow was very young, i mean what happened they all decided to split up? we know so little about the warm and the cold season but we don't know a single thing about the mainland fairies little did i know though since the first movie came out, there must be fairies around who never reached pixie hollow but instead arrived to where they all are and like something prevents them from having their talent untill the necklace is broken (we have a villain who's a dust-keeper fairy on the mainland which happens to be the mainland fairy who like try to ruin Tink's life, Maddox was his name?) i visited the wiki fandom and it seems to me like each of Tink's friends appeared briefly EXCEPT TERENCE?!?! (i looked at the cast roles but other then Clank and Bobble all the others only appeared briefly in which i don't mind for a change) he's one of Tink's best friend, they are infact each others best fairy friends, they exclude him again and in the cast Fairy Mary and Queen Clarion aren't even there but i think they should appear in the book even if it's just briefly, at the start and the end of the book i hope they do a little change to also make Fairy Mary, Queen Clarion and Terence appear once Disney decides to create the movie version of it (Zarina and Periwinkle appears in the cast)

my theory on the mainland fairies are they like started good untill things got out of hand stuff on the mainland clashed with the stuff on the neverland and with the things getting out of hand they decides they should never ever visit each others places (kinda like "The Secret Of The Wings" how they should never ever sees each other again after Lord Milori broke his wing so the 2 worlds get seperated but that's untill Tinkerbell crossing the border have changed everything)

[borrowedtimeandspace]

I Knew That I Was Blind

AU: The Donna Trilogy | If I Could Turn Back Time

Note: A brief check-in with the Noble-Temple household!

Once again no actual g/t in here yet, which makes this a bit weird to tag since it's part of a g/t story overall, but... idk

~~~

July, 2009

“Oh, you are kidding me…” groaned Donna Noble.

She stared daggers at the particular floorboard vexing her. There was a larger than usual gap between it and the adjacent one, due to what she could only assume was a knothole in the wood that was mostly cut out but still left a small divot in the board that never got filled. It hadn't been noticeable enough to be bothersome before, but now it was the bane of Donna's existence.

It didn't even matter why she'd been fiddling with her key ring. The important thing was that her new car key had flown out of her grasp, and of bloody course it happened to slide right into that gap in the floorboards.

Ordinarily, Donna would be flat on her stomach peering into that gap with a flashlight, trying to spot where exactly the key had ended up before she tried to retrieve it. Given her now rather prominent baby bump, that wasn't going to happen.

Donna could barely manage to crouch down near the board without upsetting her back. She patted blindly along the small gap under the shelf that partially covered the offending floorboards, on the off chance that the key had simply landed there and Donna only thought it had gone into the floor.

No such luck. All she found down there was dust, and from her awkward crouch there was no chance of spotting the key through the cracks if she tried. 

Finally, she just decided: to hell with it!

She straightened up with a grunt of effort, then marched her way into the kitchen. There she dug through drawers until she found what she needed.

It was certainly a bizarre sight for Shaun Temple to behold as he came cheerfully down the stairs and rounded the corner to announce to his wife that he was ready to go. His bright smile faltered when he saw Donna waddle-marching her way toward the shelf, brandishing a long flathead screwdriver.

“What're you doing with that, darling?” he asked trepidatiously. 

“Dropped my flippin’ key,” huffed Donna as she grabbed hold of the sides of the shelf. “It's gone between the floorboards, so I'm gonna get it back.”

Shaun rushed to her side, gently putting his hands over hers. “Whoa, whoa, hang on!”

That earned Shaun a razor-sharp stare, one that he expected. Donna could be stubborn at the best of times, and her pregnancy hadn't slowed that down one bit. And he wouldn't have her any other way. So he simply offered her a smile and offered, “You shouldn't be liftin’ that. Here, let me, I'll get it for you.”

Reluctantly, Donna allowed her husband to take the screwdriver while she sat down in a nearby chair for an actually much-needed rest of her sore feet. She watched him like a hawk as he slowly shifted the shelf away from the wall, careful not to knock any of its contents over in the process. He was just crouching down to start fiddling with the floorboard when he paused.

“Oh.”

Donna frowned. “Oh?”

Shaun turned back to her and held up her now-slightly-dusty key. “It was right here.”

“What??” squacked Donna, quickly finding herself on her feet in her indignance. “I saw it go through the boards!”

Shaun shrugged. “Looked like it was just sat near the wall. Must've slid way back in the shadows.” 

It took Donna a moment to shake off the confusion that washed over her, only snapping back to reality when Shaun happily passed the freshly dusted off key back to her. He'd replaced the shelf by then, and made his way to the kitchen to replace the screwdriver now that it wasn't needed.

Donna couldn't be sure if it was because she was actively trying to replay the moment she'd dropped the key to be absolutely sure that she hadn't seen wrong, but the slightest noise happened to catch her ear. It was barely there, it was so quiet, and she couldn't explain how exactly it sounded like scampering to her ear, but it did somehow.

She didn't see anything when she glanced around, but it didn't raise any concern about pests. Actually, she could feel a strange sense of…wistfulness washing over her.

“Right, now! Ready to go?”

Shaun's neverending enthusiasm drew her out of that odd feeling, and she shrugged it off as a bizarre bout of pregnancy brain.

“Yeah. Yeah, let's go.”

[lucky-clover-gazette]

The Big Picture

Vio & Shadow-focused Four Swords Manga Adaptation | Rated G

Chapter 5: Realm Overworld

Vio groans, twirling his pen in his hand. He should have looted a pencil instead—or anything, really, with an eraser. He needs to focus on what matters, what is certain, what will actually help him and the others accomplish their goal.

- Is my existence inherently less divine than that of Link Prime? Do I exist in accordance with the Goddess’s will, or in spite of it? Am I only meant to be temporary? If Link didn’t like fish but I like fish, is there a chance I might like other foods he didn’t like? - When can I meet a horse?

Read the chapter on ao3 (ideal) or under the cut:

MARCH

Vio likes this part of being a person. Leaning up against a tree, he smiles to himself as he flips through the pages of a book. It’s a strangely topical resource, looted from a Castle Town bookshop during the group’s brief travel preparations. In addition to this volume, Vio had also helped himself to a blank journal, a beginner’s guide to dark magic (don’t worry about it), and a vampire romance novel.

This particular passage discusses Force Gems, a sort of magical currency that can power up the Four Swords. Just as the Blue Maiden had said, they seem to be the key to defeating Shadow Link and rescuing Princess Zelda. It’s still slightly unclear to Vio how exactly one generates and collects the Force Gems, but he supposes a practical study might make things more obvious.

“Bring it on, Blue!” shouts Green, mid-spar. He and Blue face off in a nearby clearing, bathed in sunlight. Compared to those two, Vio has found that he much prefers the shade—yet another difference between him and the original Link. Vio reminds himself to record that later in his journal.

“Here I come, Green,” counters Blue with a growl. Vio watches the two clash, making sure not to seem too interested. The blades of the Four Swords release tiny triangles each time they make contact. Blue and Green count together as they generate Force.

“Five!” Green exclaims with a competitive green. “Can you beat that?”

“I’ve got 40... 42.”

Vio manages to contain his scoff.

“But doing this is a pain,” says Blue, dropping his sword into the grass. “Isn’t there a way we can recharge these things faster?”

Vio glances down and flips a page, as if only just tuning in now. “Well,” he says, “this book does mention Force Gems.”

Blue raises an eyebrow, while Green rests against his sword. “Is that the one you stole from Castle Town?”

“It’s not stealing if the shop owners abandoned their post. Also, I’m the Hero of Hyrule.”

“We’re the heroes of Hyrule,” Green gently corrects.

“And this book is essential to our success,” counters Vio. “If it makes you feel better, I swear to return it once the kingdom is saved.”

Not for the first time, he feels a very specific pang of dread. Once the kingdom is saved, there won’t be a reason for any of them to exist. Vio understands this, logically, but still doesn’t know how to reconcile it with his present existence.

“Just tell us what your stupid book says,” says Blue, recapturing Vio’s attention. His mind does seem to wander far more frequently than Link’s—another observation for the journal.

“They’re condensed nuggets of life energy found in certain places,” Vio summarizes, dumbing down the far more elaborate text. Yet another thing the four don’t seem to have in common: reading comprehension.

“That’s much better than sparring,” says Green, more to the reflection in his sword than to anyone else. “Maybe we can find some, together.”

Meanwhile, Blue decides to heckle Vio. “You can’t read that any faster?”

Vio deliberately slows down. “It takes time to really learn anything. Try some patience.”

“Patience takes too long! I want to fight Shadow Link now!”

“And promptly lose again?” Vio scoffs, shutting his book. “Please.” He stands, ignoring Blue as he fumes, and joins Green and Red for dinner.

Vio has to admit, Red did a great job setting up camp. He pitched the tents with no complaint or issue, caught fresh fish from a nearby stream, and managed to skewer and roast them over a campfire. Even Blue seems to relax slightly as he sits down on a rock.

Red adds some final seasoning (also looted) with a smile. “I sparked the fire up with my Four Sword!”

Blue smirks. “Did it make a Force Gem?”

“I don’t think so.” Red turns to Vio, eyes wide. “Should it have?”

“You’re fine, Red. Blue’s just antagonizing you.”

“Oh! That’s fun!”

Blue bites the head off of his fish, clearly displeased with the reaction.

“Well, I’m glad you all can take it easy,” Green sighs, examining his blade for what feels like the millionth time. “I know we can’t rush things, but we have to repower our swords before the darkness gets too strong.”

Vio pictures Shadow Link, working with even more power than he’d possessed during their last encounter. Not only would that spell certain death for the heroes, but he’d probably also be super annoying about it.

“We can’t do it all tonight, ” says Red, offering Green a skewer. “So sit down, and let’s eat!”

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Shadow watches the heroes from a safe distance, cloaked in the post-sunset twilight. Three of them turn in for the night, heading to their conveniently color-coded tents, leaving the purple one to keep watch. Based on observation, this hero prefers to work independently than collaborate with the others. It makes sense that he’d volunteer to stay out here alone, writing in a journal and completely missing Shadow’s nearby presence.

With the purple hero distracted, this seems like as good a time as any for Shadow to put his plan into motion. From the outcropping where he stands, he motions to an inconspicuous rock by the heroes’ dying campfire. At his call, the rock cracks open like a geode—but instead of a crystal inside, there’s a bloodshot eyeball.

Not a top-tier lackey, Shadow is aware. But hinoxes and dragons would be far less subtle, and his current goal is to remain undetected. And there’s only so much Shadow can pick up from a distance—having a spy, capable of relaying the heroes’ quieter conversations, has been both useful and entertaining.

The rock-creature Arrghus rolls its way over to Shadow, still failing to capture the purple hero’s attention. At the edge of the elevated outcropping, it launches itself into the air and lands directly on Shadow’s shoulder.

Shadow grins, his arms crossed over his chest. “The four fools won’t quit, huh?”

“Nope! Nope!” says Arghus, through no mouth Shadow can see.

“Did you hear where exactly they’re going?” Shadow asks, slightly insecure that he himself hasn’t been able to acquire that information. This path technically spans across the entire Overworld, so they could plan to leave it anywhere.

“The Village of the Blue Maiden!” chirps Arrghus. Ah.

Fondly, Shadow holds the small creature. It seems to enjoy pats, and Shadow enjoys having something to do with his hands.

He could definitely go without the giggling, though.

“Well done, my pet,” Shadow coos, tickling Arrghus beneath the eyeball. Yeah, still weird.

Out of the corner of his eye, Shadow watches the purple hero turn a page. His bangs fall over his face as he scribbles determinedly. “The heroes seem surprisingly well-educated on the nature of Force Gems.”

“Yep! Yep!”

Shadow’s expression sours. “Well, then. We’ll just have to smash them to bits before they restore the Four Sword.”

The purple hero chuckles to himself. Shadow wonders, only for a second, what he could have possibly found so funny.

“Now off you go,” Shadow says, drawing back his hand. He throws Arrghus towards the camp, watching it bounce off walls of rock on its way down. “Remember to keep an eye on them!”

Shadow laughs at his own pun. Now, that’s hilarious. There’s no way those stuck-up heroes are having more fun than he is.

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Link Vio’s Field Guide Day 7 of Individual Existence Research - Means of acquiring Force Gems: combat, overworld exploration (more TBD) Observations - Light exposure preferences: Partial shade for R, full sunlight for G&B, full shade for V. If memory serves, Prime preferred partial, but unsure - V’s attention span is highly selective, stronger regarding topics of interest and weaker otherwise (compared to Prime, others unsure). Later: cross-reference with diagnostic criteria for attention deficit disorders - Prime did not enjoy seafood. This evening RBGV had lovely fish skewers Inquiries - Why is it called the Village of the Blue Maiden, when the Blue Maiden resides in Hyrule Castle? - Is it stealing if I’m we’re I’m the hero? - Could Prime be charged for V’s crimes? -What will happen to RBGV after the Princess is saved? -Can Prime and RBGV exist simultane -What is the point of

Vio groans, twirling his pen in his hand. He should have looted a pencil instead—or anything, really, with an eraser. He needs to focus on what matters, what is certain, what will actually help him and the others accomplish their goal.

- Is my existence inherently less divine than that of Link Prime? Do I exist in accordance with the Goddess’s will, or in spite of it? Am I only meant to be temporary? If Link didn’t like fish but I like fish, is there a chance I might like other foods he didn’t like? - When can I meet a horse?

Vio turns the page. Clearly, his mind is not in a productive place. It has been a long week of travel, with very little time alone to reflect. He might as well allow his mind to wander, just for a while.

Entry: Day 7 “If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” A quote from one of the books I acquired in Castle Town. Like many other words on many other pages, the sentiment feels relevant to my unique predicament. While I have been cut from the same cloth as my fellow travelers, I can’t shake the feeling that the pattern from which I have been crafted is profoundly different, perhaps even defective. Of course, we all might feel that way, and just not discuss it. There is much we refuse to discuss, we the four heroes created from one, whose existence may be as temporary as the Four Swords we now seek to recharge. If I may pose a dangerous question: what would happen if we failed in our endeavors? Surely, the Princess would perish. Hyrule would suffer, blanketed in darkness. The Wind Mage and the hero’s demon shadow would see to our deaths to ensure the security of their victory. There is no survival in the case of my survival, so it’s simply not worth further consideration. So I really, really must stop considering. A distraction may be helpful. Now that I understand the nature of the Force Gems, I would benefit from another topic to research. I suppose it would be advantageous to better understand our enemies—the structure of their ranks, the exact powers they do and do not possess, why and how exactly the demon hero came into existence. I could certainly sink my teeth into those mysteries, leaving less time to spiral into existential dread. Also—and I apologize, Goddess, if this very thought defies your will—a better understanding of our enemy might just lead to a comprehensible reality in which we four heroes can survive. A hypothetical reality, of course. I wouldn’t delude myself into believing that I

Vio’s writing hand freezes. Something has shifted, in his surroundings… something small, but audible nonetheless. The breeze displacing forest brush, or a squirrel crossing the clearing where they’ve set up camp. For a second, Vio fears that his thoughts had offended the Goddess—but surely, a deity wouldn’t be so fragile.

It was a natural occurrence. Vio should get back to writing.

On a lighter note, today I met a raccoon. Red named it “Stripes,” because it had stripes.

Vio chuckles at the memory. Then, he sighs.

I am lonely. The others attempt to include me, and we obviously share plenty of qualities, but there still remains a new and unexamined part of my personhood that feels profoundly out of place. One week into my existence, I have realized that I would like others to regard me just as I have learned to regard myself—not entirely detached from the hero, but as one who may simply step to a different drum.

Satisfied, Vio shuts his journal. He surveys the dark forest clearing, so he can at least claim to the next person on watch that he’s been doing his job.

His eyes lock onto a nearby rocky outcropping, more a cliff than anything. For a second, he thinks he may see a figure up there, but then it disappears.

Probably a raccoon, Vio tell himself, reaching into his pack for some light reading. He withdraws the vampire novel, which he had hastily selected based on its dark aesthetic and the handsome young man on the cover. There’s a woman there, too, held tight in the vampire’s arms. She looks kind of like Zelda, Vio supposes. He appreciates her hair.

Had Link ever held Zelda like this? Vio honestly can’t quite remember. Even if the original hero had gone through the physical motions of holding the princess, any accompanying warm feelings are now unreachable. Not for the first time, Vio wonders why that could possibly be, and whether the others have lost those feelings too.

Oh, well, thinks Vio. Nothing I need to worry about right now.

He opens the book and his mind wanders elsewhere.

[3terna15unshin3]

Then Because She Goes

Cry, I wake up, love you, love you

★ Chapter 6 of 15, 4794 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: none

<< 5

29 December, 2018

Matty didn’t rush out in the morning. He flipped the kettle on instead, hoping the loud whistle when it started boiling would draw Este’s attention. Opening and closing all of the cupboards in her kitchen to search for what he needed to actually make up the tea, he eventually had mugs placed on the counter in front of him with bags in each.

When the tell tale sound of the kettle had been a few seconds in the past, the doorknob to her room finally twisted and revealed an exhausted Este. Her hair sat in a tousled bun at the nape of her neck, with the layered pieces loose and swinging next to her jaw. Both of them wore what they were clothed in the night before.

“Ibuprofen?” She posed.

“Yes, please.”

She pulled the medication out of a drawer and thanked Matty for brewing her tea, each of them swallowing one tablet each. They chatted about how Este counted the four times she had to get up to go to the toilet, how Matty didn’t notice even once, and how they both felt far too old to be hungover on a Saturday morning.

It was barely morning anymore, with the clock reading 11:14am. Este used her palms to lift her butt onto the island and sit there to face Matty.

He leaned against the counter, mug in hand. “Don’t you have to be off to work for one o’clock?”

Shaking her head no, Este responded. “Nope, not today. Thank god.” She inspected the boxes sitting next to her, deciding that pizza would be a good enough breakfast. They both began taking bites of the cold food from the night before, talking lazily.

The front door to the flat opened suddenly, Cate appearing behind it. Before looking up and while hanging Este’s car keys on the hooks jutting out of the wall, she called out, “Esteeee! I just picked up my car from the garage and G came with to drive yours back over. It’s in the lot. You’re an angel for letting me take it,”

Turning around to face the kitchen, she finally caught sight of Matty. Not expecting to see him there, a small gasp escaped. Seeing the two of them in the messy kitchen, looking like they’ve only just woken up, forced Cate’s mind to jump to an extreme conclusion. What happened last night? She wondered, secretly hoping they’d hooked up. “Matty.” She sputtered. “What are you doing here?”

“Lovely to see you as well, Cate.” joked Matty. “In Manchester or in your flat?”

“Both.”

He laughed, rubbing his hands together over the now empty box where their breakfast had sat to get the pizza crumbs off of them. “Just hung out last night and had a little too much wine and weed. So Este let me stay over.” Matty explained simply. Cate nodded her head in understanding, the idea of him and Este getting wine drunk together sounding rather sweet.

“Yeah, and my gift for letting you borrow my car was that bottle of red you had in the cabinet, right?” suggested Este. “Because we may or may not have drank it all.”

-

13 January, 2019

matty

Sun, 13 Jan at 9:37 AM

Congrats on the Brits noms xx very deserved!

She sent Matty a message after setting the news on Twitter that Sunday morning. Este and Cate were relaxing at home, sat in front of their laptops at the dining room table. Best Group and Best Album were huge categories, so she felt proud, in a way, to know that they were good people and deserving of the recognition.

“Speaking of Matty,” started Cate after Este read the news out to her from across the table, “I saw that they have a show here, next week. 24th at the AO. We should go, I think there’s still tickets.”

Clicking a few times with her trackpad, Este read her Google calendar to find that she’d be working that evening. “I work that Thursday,” she revealed.

Cate rolled her eyes. “Oliver exists for a reason, you know! Wouldn’t hurt to ask him to cover—especially since you rarely do.” She argued. “Come on, I want to go! Pryzm was so fun and only like 10 songs long, I bet the full set will be even better.”

Este took a bite of her toast and Marmite, eventually being convinced by her flatmate. After a couple of texts were sent over to Sam and Oliver, she deleted the event in her GCal that read ‘work 1-8’, and Cate opened Ticketmaster.

The seat availability was pretty sparse, as it was only a week and a half before the concert. The two of them found a pair of seats near the back of the first bowl for a reasonable price, agreeing that they were close enough and would have adequate dancing space.

When pulling out her credit card to process the payment, Cate said, “Just remembered that this bloke was getting crossed in our flat like two weeks ago. Could’ve just texted and asked for some free ones.”

They both laughed, before Este realised that she was serious. “Are you joking? That would be humiliating,”

The redhead raised her hands in defence. “Hey, I was just saying.” She responded, before following through with purchasing the tickets. Este’s eyes diverted to a notification popping up at the bottom of her laptop screen.

matty

Sun, 13 Jan at 10:11 AM

Thanks E!

Very sweet of you x

She liked that Matty called her E despite her never mentioning the nickname to him before.

-

23 January, 2019

“Yeah, just a few deliveries today. Be prepared to sign for some parcels around half past three,” warned Sam, ready to take off, his work day coming to a close.

Este shot him a thumbs up with her right hand. Unboxing items and processing them into their inventory system was a fun task and made time go by pretty fast, so she was looking forward to it.

Her boss finally made his way out, after saying goodbye, leaving Este to some peace as the store emptied. But, not long after Sam left, she heard the door pushed open by a girl. Young, maybe eighteen or nineteen. She headed straight for Este.

“Afternoon,” started Este. “Looking for anything in particular?”

The girl nodded. “Yeah, actually. I’m in town for The 1975 show tomorrow and I read an article a while back saying that this is Matty Healy’s favourite spot in Manchester—I was just wondering if you’ve met him, or know what books he’s into. I sort of wanted to pick up something I know he’s read.”

Este was surprised at the mention of his name, and quite frankly, shocked that a fan would go out of their way to buy something just because he had read it; let alone admitting it to a stranger in a book shop. Matty never mentioned that he named Greenhouse as his ‘favourite spot’ in Manchester, so Este didn’t know whether to be flattered or confused.

She also considered lying about knowing him, a sudden feeling of dread creeping up her chest. How much information was too much? “How exciting! I’m going to the show as well,” Este decided to share. “And we have met. But I’m not sure if we have any stock of the couple of books I’m aware that he’s read.”

Telling the girl to follow her to the Philosophy section, she looked under S. Luckily, Este found exactly what she was aiming to suggest, but part of her was slightly annoyed that she may sell their only copy of On Beauty and Being Just before getting to read it herself.

“He’s very into non-fiction, from what I can tell. I remember him mentioning this one, so I think he’s read it.”

Este stopped herself from being too descriptive, as from the small talk she had with the girl progressed, she could sense a lack of interest in the actual content of the novel. It seemed like she was buying it more as a souvenir to remember her trip out for the show with, which was fair to Este. A sale was a sale.

“Thank you for helping me out. I might try and get him to sign it if I manage to catch the tour bus after the show,” The girl said, handing her a note and a couple of coins after Este told her the total.

“Of course,” As she opened the register to put the cash in, a couple of buzzes came from her phone that laid on the counter beside the till. Este saw Matty’s name flash on her screen. Of course he’s texting me now, when my phone is directly in a fan’s view. She thought, immediately pushing on the power button to make it disappear and hoping the girl didn’t catch sight of it.

No change was needed to be given, so as soon as Este shut the register, the girl picked up the thin essay and turned to walk out the door, politely sending another ‘thank you’ back. “Good luck, I hope you get the autograph!” said Este enthusiastically.

Coincidentally, before the door could even shut, the postman caught it and slipped inside. He carried a fairly large box, and a clipboard in hand. They chatted casually before she picked up a pen and scribbled out her signature.

One by one, she removed the books and processed them as usual. A few of them seemed fairly new, catching Este’s attention, so she sat and read the blurbs on the back covers for a couple of minutes. Her ‘to be read’ list was slowly building as more and more novels she pulled out of the box sparked her interest.

Now done with the delivery, she finally decided to open Matty’s text, curious as to what it was about, and worried that his ears were burning. If was sort of spooky that he texted her right as Este was talking about him.

matty

Wed, 23 Jan at 15:09 PM

Apologies for the last minute text but we’re playing at the AO tomorrow & I would love it if u were there :)

No party this time unfortunately since we’re off to Sheffield right after so idk if i’ll be able to see you but I want to know what you think of the new show

Lmk and I can grab some tickets, bring Cate too and her girlfriend if she wants!

Wed, 23 Jan at 15:58 PM

Mate i’m not going to lie to you, me and Cate bought tickets last week… lol

Este wtf

Are you serious

yes

Why would you buy tickets knowing I could just give you some

Idk maybe to just ambiguously support my famous rockstar friend ????

But no don’t worry about it me and Cate will be dancing up in sec 114 with the tickets we bought with our hard earned cash :P

And you didn’t bother texting me? So that I could be prepared and at least wear a good outfit ??

You texted me the day before the concert anyway like ur just late tbh

Should’ve done it sooner

Ugh I know

If you bought tickets to my show tmrw then I should be allowed to buy an invite to your nan’s party

Can that be our deal

Shut up about that already ur being delusional

I’m honestly tired of you not taking this seriously bc I am literally being real Este

Give me the details i’m gonna be there

You realise it’s not like a lowkey thing, there’s going to be probably like 200 people in a big hall

Yea so

201 including me

Just seems like a weird place for Matty Healy of The 1975 to show up

God never call me that again thats heinous

I hope u know I’m not letting down

Este gave in and just accepted the reality that Matty really did want to come to the party. It didn’t make sense to her, now that she didn’t think it was just an in-joke between the two of them where he teased her about knowing her nan; it seemed like he might actually show. She didn’t understand his motive.

You are so annoying

Saturday 9th Feb 6:30pm at Dartmouth House

Dress formal pls. and dont be late

For Lola then duh

Thank you for buying tickets to the show tho really you didn’t have to

I’m glad you’ll be there

Of course x

Wouldn’t miss it

I’ll try and spot you from the stage :)

-

24 January, 2019

They loved playing in Manchester, with plenty of familiar faces in the crowd; so there was a looseness and confidence to their performance. Opening with Give Yourself A Try made Cate and Este’s blood rush with excitement, surrendering their bodies to the persistent beats. Matty jumped around in his blue jumpsuit energetically.

As the band made their way through the setlist and the energy slowed down, with An Encounter twinkling in the background, Matty said a few words to introduce the next song. “We wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t for shit like the reaction to this song we’re about to play. This song is for you guys—we love you so much and this is always going to be your song. I want you to sing it as hard as you can.”

Robbers began playing and the whole arena erupted with awe. The band watched as every lyric of the clearly beloved track was sung back to them with passion. A sea of hands reaching up in the air with a not-so-quiet desperation could be seen across the standing room as Manchester declared their adoration for The 1975. It was indescribably palpable.

While Matty lived that reality every night, and would for the next year—performing live across the world—Este was surprised at how much being in that stadium moved her. Although having been to many concerts before, she didn’t feel like they had the same intense effect that was the spectacle of hearing thousands of people screaming the lyrics to Robbers in unison. She and Cate didn’t have the words memorised, so they silently observed the sweaty bodies beneath them and swayed with their arms wrapped around each other’s sides. Este placed a hand over her heart instinctually, soaking up the radiating emotions.

Track by track, the energy coming up and down and back up again, the night came to a close with Sex. What a show, thought Este. She’d jokingly called him a rockstar before, with little genuineness behind it, but now she felt like it could be true. After a last bow and thanks, the stage emptied and the house lights came on. They didn’t waste any time before making their way out of the AO, the thousands of fans flooding out at the same time. Imagining the traffic they’d catch when trying to leave the arena car park gave Este a headache, but their downtown flat wasn’t far enough for it to be an issue.

Their unspoken elation encouraged Este to thank Cate for convincing them to buy tickets. Sure, Matty ended up inviting them to come anyway, but she didn’t admit that to her. Este could tell—though denying it internally—that Cate was onto her developing crush on the frontman in blue, especially after that Saturday morning with Matty in the kitchen.

She bombarded Este with questions after he took off, begging for juicy details even though there weren’t any. Describing their bubble tea and pizza date(?) and its surprisingly tender moments left Cate giddy. Este would never hear the end of it if she revealed the fact that Matty reached out to invite them.

His mind wandered a couple times during the show, remembering the number 114 to try and catch Este in the crowd. He didn’t have any luck, considering the massive size of the AO and sporadic stage lighting coming from the huge screens behind him.

That night was their second-to-last show before they began travelling non stop, so he was disappointed that the bus would be taking off pretty much immediately after it ended. Matty wished they could stay for a night out before driving over to Sheffield, but something logistical about their stopping schedule prevented that from being possible. Instead, he sat in the common area on the bus and smoked alongside George as they drove off. A joint was gripped between Matty’s fingertips, with George sat beside him, and a window cracked above them.

Typing away on his phone, he began thanking all of the people he knew were there for coming out to see them. The usual, generic messages were sent to most, and responses came in quickly. Matty hadn’t gotten to Este yet, but saw a message come in from her first. Ditching the rest of replies he received, he opened hers right away.

Este

Thur, 24 Jan at 23:47 PM

You lads put on a showwwwww x

Worth the 45 quid???

No actually bc why was I Couldn’t Be More In Love not on the setlist

Actually quite mad about it

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He rolled his eyes reading her critique and decided against sending words back. Posing with his middle finger up and a frown on his face to swear at her, Matty sent a selfie back in lieu of a message.

Este laughed at the nature of the attachment as it popped up in her notifications. It was funny, but she also found herself thinking of how fit he looked. He had clearly just showered with a couple of wet curls lying against his forehead. Or was it sweat? She couldn’t tell.

His phone was held up high, allowing it to capture his leg bent up by his chest. The bottom of his t-shirt crumpled up and exposed a tiny gap of tattooed skin above the waistband of his trousers. Instinctively, she took a screenshot.

After their brief conversation about everything Este loved about the show and what Matty loved about performing it, she scrolled through the photos she took during the set and found the few good ones to post on Instagram. Cate had used the back camera on her phone, turned on themselves and with the flash on, to take a blurry photo of her and Este dancing with smiles on their faces and messy hair. It embodied the spirit of the night well, so she chose it as her cover.

Following it were a few shots of the stage, and with his permission, she ended the post with the screenshot of her and Matty’s conversation that included her comment about I Couldn’t Be More In Love and his moody selfie. Este tagged him and the rest of the band in it (who had followed her and Cate after meeting them in Kingston), pressing the ‘Post’ button, her caption reading:

este.manansala: do NOT go to a @the1975 show. all they’ll do is play a really fantastic set but then not play your favourite song and the frontman will swear at you via selfie when u complain about it

She was apprehensive to be so bold about knowing Matty, but she didn’t think her couple of hundred followers on the social media site would care too much. It made her feel better that he encouraged her to post it, claiming that the photo was ‘sexy’ (Matty’s words, not hers), so she went for it despite her fears. Este figured it wouldn’t reach very many people.

But, followed with a stream of notifications, she saw that he reposted it to his story, the last slide specifically. Matty typed “Can’t please em all” in the bottom right corner with a couple of sarcastically sad emojis next to it. He followed it by commenting “Must be mistaken, I would never flip off a woman” beneath her post, too. Random follows and likes started to pour in slowly.

I guess it was right to feel apprehensive, thought Este.

-

3 February, 2019

matty

Sun, 3 Feb at 18:29 PM

Hey are you free rn????

Or working :(

No work today! Just at home

You in town ?

No i’m at home too

But can I call you ? I’m just trying to pick out an outfit for Saturday and I need ur opinion lol

Ooooo sure

ring me x

Este was in the middle of making dinner for herself, so she propped her phone up on a loaf of bread sitting on the counter to prepare for his call. To her surprise, a FaceTime came through; so she checked her appearance in the front camera before pressing the green button to answer it.

He had his phone propped up just like her, but was in his bedroom. At least, that’s what it looked like to Este. A smile lit up Matty’s face as the connection functioned and the call started. “Heyyyy! You alright?”

She returned the grin, watching Matty crouch in front of his camera to be eye-level with it. “I’m well, thanks! You’re up to no good, I’m assuming?”

“Yes, I’m going through a wardrobe crisis. In need of some help.” He admitted. “Feel like I’m watching Masterchef or something, with this view of your kitchen.”

Este had turned her phone towards the stove so that she could stir the sizzling food in her pan while still in view on his screen—before he pointed it out. “A girl has got to make dinner, okay? I’m multitasking here,”

Matty stayed crouching near the camera as they caught up quickly, and then eventually, he explained his dilemma to her. “Alright, so my first issue—how formal are we talking? Like I have a suit jacket and tie that might be good but is that too much?”

Holding up a few blazer and tie options up to the camera, Este could see the growing pile of clothes on his bed. It really did seem like a crisis. Fuck. He’s actually coming.

“Might blend in with the servers if you show up in a tie and suit jacket, to be quite honest.” she said.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered to himself. Going back through the pile, they continued weeding out his options. “Okay, so these are a no. No, definitely no, too blue, no, no. This is ugly,” listed Matty as he held them up and observed Este’s reactions as she threw out her rapid-fire opinions.

“What colour are you thinking?” wondered Este, turning off her stove and plating up her dinner. She carried her dish over to the table, taking her phone with her, and standing it up using a vase that usually sat as a centrepiece.

He shrugged off the white button up he’d been wearing underneath all of the jackets he had been trying on, revealing his bare upper body. Este broke the focus she had on the meal in front of her to gaze at him—but he began giving her a response—so she snapped out of it quickly.

“Depends. What will you be wearing?” Matty started, bringing his attention back to her and coming closer in frame. “I want to make sure that we’d look good together, you know?”

Este blushed at his comment. He wanted to match. Hiding her emotions, she tried to explain her outfit for Saturday. “Well, the colour for a 50th anniversary is gold. So my dress is all black, with like, gold chain-ish style straps. Kind of? That was a rubbish way to describe it to be honest, but black and gold, basically.”

“Should I do black and gold as well, then?” Pacing around his space some more, as he watched Este shovel more of her dinner into her mouth, Matty collected another couple of garments to show her. “I have this black shirt that sort of sparkles gold in the light. Could be a look, maybe.”

He slipped it on, only buttoning the bottom few buttons and leaving the top ones undone. The tattoo in the centre of his chest peaked between the gap of cloth. Not bothering to tuck it into his trousers properly, the outfit barely felt proper; but Este understood his vision. And it looked good on him.

“That top looks great.” she said bluntly, scared of gushing too hard about his appearance.

Matty thanked her, a pair of trousers lighting up in his mind to pair with it. He bent down to grab them off his bedroom floor, shifting the camera so he could get them on without being rude. “I think the top may be a bit see-through, though. Is that too risqué for this type of thing?”

When he was finished getting the bottoms on and tucking the shirt into it, he set up his phone to allow him to back away and fully be in frame. A full body shot. Before backing up, Matty flicked on the lamp behind his phone, helping light up the outfit and letting Este have a look.

The shirt sat loosely on his pale skin, especially near the few buttons he had left open. With the improved lighting, Este could see all of the ink on his torso, but not very clearly, and saw the thin stripes of gold speckles illuminate when caught in the light correctly. It was still tasteful, in her opinion; going well with the high-waisted, straight trousers hanging from his hips. “I’m into the all black. Looks chic, not too risqué.”

“But can you see my nipples through the shirt? I’m nervous that you can and that I’ll have to meet your family while actively knowing that my nipples are visible. Which sounds like a nightmare,”

They laughed together as Matty came close to the camera and shifted his upper body back and forth to analyse the sheerness of his top at all angles. “Babe, I think you’re fine.” Este giggled. “It looks really good on you, honestly. You should wear it. You look fit.”

He continued posing playfully for her before they worked out shoe options. Settling on a boring pair of black dress shoes (after Este vetoed a pair of flashy snake-skin boots), she ended up convincing Matty to add a gold chain to the ensemble, claiming that accessorising was necessary. He agreed.

After spouting some more nonsense back and forth, Matty eventually asked to see her dress. Este hid behind wanting it to stay a surprise, but was really just too nervous to show him. She assured him that the gold shining from his top and hanging around his neck would complement the straps on her dress and hardware on her heels; satisfying Matty enough for him to drop his original request.

It neared eight in the evening. “Alright. Thank you for your help, it is much appreciated. If I didn’t call you I probably would’ve shown up in a full on tuxedo to try and make a good first impression.”

“Well, I’m glad you did, then.” replied Este. “I still can’t believe you’re actually coming. Wanker.”

They bickered for a few more minutes before saying a final farewell. “Ok, I’ll let you go now. Text me please.” instructed Matty.

“Will do. Goodnight, Matty.”

Este hung up and cleaned up her mess from dinner. As her dishes clanged in the sink, Cate emerged from her room. “Was that Matty? On FaceTime?” she asked.

“Yeah, sorry if I was being loud. Was just helping him pick out an outfit for Saturday.” Este explained.

Cate exhaled and gave an understanding nod. “Is it any good?”

A smile crept up onto her face. “Yeah, actually. Really good.”

Discussing the details of what Este helped Matty put together, Cate was impressed by what her flatmate described. They were both excited to see what might emerge from the party—with him mixed into a sea of normal and slightly obnoxious Filipinos.

The two of them tidied up their common space before saying a quick ‘goodnight’ to one another and breaking off into their rooms to wind down on their own. When Este opened up her phone to do her usual scrolling before bed, she saw a text that she had missed from Matty.

matty

Sun, 3 Feb at 20:11 PM

Lmk if u need a place to stay this weekend x

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[the-lunar-library]

TO THE RAVENS

Genesius, a respected Roman soldier. Born in Carthage with Aithiopian roots, he's come to have many misgivings with his role in the imperial army, but he serves as a chance to gain full citizenship. Analytical, cautious, and agnostic, he knows Alexandros is no prophet. He wishes Akantha weren't caught up in Alexandros' plot – but it's the strength of those feelings that keeps him from stopping her.

Click through to learn more about the conflicted soldier with the nice smile.

Genesius was another character who came along very early in the process, though for the longest time he had no name. I wanted an outsider perspective on Alexandros' cult, and I think he's very important as a narrative counter-point to Alexandros; Genesius is someone who's skeptical without being condescending, who has a lot of humor while still being thoughtful and full of common-sense, who's proven himself fiercely on the field of battle, but who actually retreats from personal confrontation.

I also wanted a character who was somewhat based on Lucian himself, my historical source for the cult that inspired this novel. Now, Genesius isn't a point-by-point stand-in for Lucian – Lucian was Syrian, not Carthaginian-Aithiopian, and Lucian was (possibly) a government official under Rome rather than a soldier in its army. But at times I toyed with making Genesius a traveling rhetorician, as Lucian was. Like Lucian, Genesius was born in a Roman colony, attempted to make a go of things as a sculptor, and was sufficiently educated to have a great deal of Greek and Roman literature, as well as Greek rhetoric, at his fingertips. And, most tellingly, he's a religious skeptic with a strong sense of the absurd, though an agnostic rather than an atheist and altogether humbler about it than Lucian was. Fans of Lucian will also note a few more key similarities to Lucian as the novel progresses.

Genesius is interesting to me because he exists halfway in a number of spaces. As a soldier, he carries some Roman privileges and authority, but isn't yet a citizen. He has no choice but to remain enlisted despite having a debilitating injury to his right arm. His life isn't at all his own, but he has the freedom to come and go throughout the city, having the trust of some influential people without much direct power of his own. He realizes Alexandros is a fraud, but doesn't overtly oppose him, which increasingly becomes a point of conflict in his own heart.

For some reason, naming him was really difficult. I never considered naming him Lucian or any variant of it. I thought about using Nekas (Greek, “a heap of slain”) as a professional nickname for him, an appellation speaking to his fighting ability, but which he personally dislikes, but I decided against it. I liked Celsus as a name; Celsus the Epicurean (not the more famous Celsus) was another skeptic and a correspondent of Lucian's. In English, I hear it with a soft c, which I like, but in Latin it would either be a k or ch sound, which I didn't like so much. One name that hung on for a while in the notes, if not definitely decided upon in my own mind, was Zopyron. Which is a really dorky name. But it means “spark”, combing zoe (“life”) and pyr (“fire”), and I thought that was really neat. But he escaped that clunker of a name.

One day in frustration, I told my mom I was having difficulty naming the third most important character in the book. She has some grounding in Greek and Latin names, and she lightly tossed off “Genesius!” And there it was, the shaft of celestial light, the singing of angels. It fit immediately. It's a good name. There's a lot of syllables, but they bounce rather than clunk. I pronounce it with a soft g, which probably isn't correct, but at this point I don't care. The only difficulty is making sure not to type Genesuis or Genesis.

Anyway, there's Genesius for you. I love him. I think he's a great character, and I always looked forward to his scenes.

[bersergner-blog]

Practice 1_4.3 - Post-Mortem

3D

Stadium

First I dove back into Maya and put together this very rough Stadium. I never ended up connecting the Play area with the Stadium outer as I decided to go into a different direction.

Armour

I then threw together some basic Pauldrons as I thought it would save me time drawing them consistently from different angles, but I also didn't end up using these designs.

Gun

I also had this idea for a Quad Barrelled shotgun but didn't end up having enough time to finish. While I didn't end up using any of these designs it did help me get back into practicing 3D and dusting off my Maya skills.

Characters

Since part of the appeal of the Arena Shooter is the vast and interesting skins to play as I really wanted to get the diversity of the future across.

I set out to getting a lot of ideas blocked out for different looks that could represent different nations. For example the Imperium have designs inspired by classic medieval knights (B & I), the Tribes have bone and fur inspired outfits (A & F), the Bandits have mercenary and biker inspired outfits (C & J), Bio Mechanical armour types such as (K & L) attach and exist in harmony with the host, the Necris are undead cultists and wear all sorts of strange Gear (G & D), There are also Rebels (H & E) as well as robots (M & others not pictured until the final image, as I was running short on time). I wish I would have had more time to develope these characters further as some do feel a little half baked and generic in the final image.

Composition

Initially my plan was to do two separate images for the coloured and the black & white submissions. The coloured one would be a piece of Key Art showing a 'Match in progress'. After getting feedback from my Tutor we agreed that an engaging image for the black and white would be gladiators entering the arena. So I put some basic compositions together, working as I went and cutting planning shorter than usual as I knew I had just about enough time for what I'd planned.

I then worked out how my characters would feature in the composition, adjusted it, added my light source and set to designing the characters as I filled them in.

I wanted to add elements in the four intersections of the rule of thirds but also keep the eye drawn to the center. So I created this whacky sort of triangle/rule of thirds composition. I'd seen vertical, horizontal and diagonal compositions but never a specifically triangular one, so I was excited to see if I could pull it off. I used some gears in the foreground to 'cut off' the bottom sides of the image as there were lines leading the viewer's attention off-image so I wanted to hem them in.

I tried and retried the lighting a few times, adding darker shadows here and there and changing the hue, as well as reworking the colour scheme of the background to a royal blue and gold which worked really well with the purple and orange lighting. I also added cinders in the foreground with varying degrees of gaussian blur to add some visual flair as well as fully designing the background in it's full edgy 90's Arena Shooter glory.

Finally I tweaked some lighting, added extra shadows, lightened the background for more depth and added some fiery haze behind the pyramid in the front to help the main subjects pop. I'm quite proud of the resulting composition although a day or two more of fine-tuning could have helped it really come together.

Final Pieces

As I had run out of time by this point I was unable to finish the second image and simply chose to flatten and convert this image to black and white but it actually makes the value shine even better than the colour image. Which I was not expecting.

All in all, I was very happy with how this project turned out.

[pbaintthetb]

Burya Role Reversal au- full DGS/GAA2 spoilers

Aight, so now that I've finally finished the game I thought I might note down some of my thoughts of key points that would happen in this theoretical role reversal au, armed with the knowledge of what Kaz's goddamn secret was

Cut for length and/or spoilers for both games

Ryunosuke dies- so the first difference is that after Ryunosuke eats all the chicken legs there is a chicken shortage for dinner. Kazuma eagerly signs up to not have chicken for dinner as a confirmed chicken hater, and thus is the one to eat the drugged portion whereas Ryunosuke is awake to see Pavlova and get murdered

Ryunosuke is a stowaway, while being in a first class cabin does suggest the occupant is aware of his prescence maybe it was also a coincidence. Or perhaps Ryuonsuke actually met his sticky end in the corridor. Regardless the crew decides the neatest end to cover up the murder of a man who isn't even supposed to exist is actually to just dispose of the evidence rather than set up a frame job. Ryunosuke's corpse is thrown overboard* Sholmes, being the only other person who knew Ryunosuke was there, eventually helps Kazuma prove it

*undecided if in this role reversla Ryunosuke is actually dead, because regardless if youre dead when you get chucked into the ocean it's unlikley to end well. However if this is also a fake death as in canon then a few options, one, Sholmes sets up the lie (unlikely he doesn't ahve the same motivation as canon) OR a series of unlikely lucky coincidences, i.e. they're not that far from HK coastal water and a fishing boat happens to be there pretty much as Ryunosuke drops and somehow falling into the freezing ocean from height actually just gives him the shock to regain conciousness instead of, idk, breaking his ribs, accidentally breathing in water and drowning

Sholmes, knowing of both Kazuma and Susato and having been unsuccessful in suggesting Kazuma should return to Japan as a result of his friend's untimely death is very, very, eager to keep an eye on them both. Aside from the assasination threat they are the child and ward of a dear friend and Sholmes is quite worried that Kazuma is going to spin out because he's not doing so well

Kazuma never stops wearing his headband in this, it's the closest thing he's got to a memento of Ryunosuke, after all. Well, other than copies of their identical uniforms. No armband or katana inheritance here

Post McGilded Stronghart makes subtle noises aboout Kazuma killing Gregson already. Kazuma, who in his mind has so very little left to lose now (rip Susato), points out that he came to England to learn get revenge on Van Zieks and the point of the visiting students is to get sent back once done. Stronghart angrily concedes to let Kazuma attend precisely three trials before he needs to do his duty... or face a sticky end of his own

Now this is a problem with timeline in a ryunosuke lives because it implies Ryuonsuke somehow gets to england like, nearly a year before kaz does, but I like the idea that in this au Ryunosuke doesn't wind up under Van Zieks like Kazuma does, but with no memory and a fondness for literature and the english language winds up with Natsume (in his second trial) goes off looking for a lawyer for him,,, and finds Kazuma and Susato

Around the time of the Eggert Benedict trial Ryunosuke eventually (accidenally) wanders his way off to Stronghart- he is curious about British law after alll, and winds up being co-counsel for Kazuma (perhaps after Susato leaves?). A development Ryunosuke is thrilled about and Kazuma is horrified by. Especially when Stronghart comes to personall tell Kazuma actually, 3 trials is not enough, why doesn't he defend a few more :-)

Kazuma cracks and confesses to Sholmes after the eggert trial, he would tell Ryunosuke but he just got him back and doesn't want to lose his trust so soon. Sholmes bundles Gregson off ASAP, Susato is recalled to Japan

See after the Eggert Benedict Trial Kazuma's grace period is up and he's meant to start assasinating so there is a gap in trials... unfortunately Gregson has gone awol (huh how funny). Still Stronghart has leverage and Kazuma is still in a very sticky position

In the gap Kazuma is desperately trying to get Ryunosuke to return to Japan (without telling him why), Ryunosuke refuses- he may not know what's going on but Kazuma is his best friend and he made a promise. Simultaneously Sholmes is trying to get Kazuma to return to Japan (telling him why) Kazuma refuses. (He hasn't done what he came here to do yet.) Sholmes is this close to drugging him and stuffing him on a steamship, but somehow he suspects Kazuma would find a way to come back and at least Sholmes can keep an eye on him this way.

Anyway those are some of my ideas, I'm torn about a. if ryunosuke is alive and b. like while i really do like the idea of meeting him via natsume, it also is kinda too ealry so idk. Also this whole thing was actually originally meant to be about how I felt Kazuma would deal with Ryunosuke's death way worse than the other way around becuase a. he's so angry b. ryunosuke dying is much more his fault than kazuma dying being ryuonsuke's fault and c. he's so much more isolated in it becuae susato doesne't know ryuonsuke so they can't grieve together and stuff?

I also originally considered kazuma not being intersted in 1-5 but i love gaaac 1 gina so much so, BUT kazuma in this au kind of gives up on trust but that's when ryunosuke is dead. Anyway i had a lot of fun thoughts about kazuma nad gina interacting in 1-5 where Kazuma refuses to trust people nor accept anybody's trust. But if Ryuonsuke is alive.... Similiarly, the lack of interest wasbecause initially before I knew much about spoilers Kazuma was honestly just moping and working on his plan (to take down van zieks) and like didnt actually care about trials. But now where the only way he's pushing back his assasination mission by doing trials he might care more. My first thought was he holds off on trials becuase 3 isn't many... but Stronghart probably wouldn't like that. So now we have kazuma strongarmed into trials for people he might genuienly feel bad for (gina). Also gina's complete lack of trust in people and systems could mesh really intrestingy with this jaded Kazuma

Alternatively, Ryunosuke does come back in 2-3,, not 1-4/2-2 and perhaps the only thing he does remember is this guy with a katana and billowing headbands who constantly talked about reforming courts or... tldr amnesiac Ryuonsuke makes his way to Stronghart trying to chase his memories. Stronghart is like the cat who got the cream (it's not hard to see Kazuma has been spinning out about something and now this guy shows up who dresses the same...) So stronghart lets Kazuma have an extra trial, perhaps, just to push leverage

either that or around 2-3 kazuma figures out gregson had something to do with his father's death/snaps a little further and calls gregson back to london to ask about it on the pretext of thsi case. (Sholmes is... uh not happy, to put it lightly, when he finds out)

anway great thoughts

[maguro13-2]

Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.18 ~

"On the Final Fortress Deck..."

Kamek : Last chance, wise guy! So what? I did disguise myself as that crazy stalker to Kimial. That's a load off my back. But you think you can match the great Kamek? Just what where did you think that you would get the crazy idea?

Inky Jr : Easy for you to say. You thought that a one eye cloud can bring the power of storms, but I have the power to control Zeus! (throws eletrical zaps at Kamek) HAHA!!!

Kamek : YAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Inky Jr : Any last words before I'll smash your guts out.?

Kamek : Okay, I confess! I disguised myself as the Meister Ox Ford to get that witch's attention. I just wanted her to know if she's still under the influence of Shinra Kusakabe!

(the group arrives)

[Mystery G - Sota Fujimori]

Winry : Hey, umm, what's going on here? Hey, that magician over there must've been the Ox Ford meister we've been looking for. So he's fake news.

Lan-Fan : It appears that one of the meisters have turned out to be a fake just to leak into information about the Kusakabe legacy.

Inky Jr : You there. Are you a friend to mother? Winry Rockbell is it?

Winry Rockbell : Yeah that's me? And you must be Inky Albarn's son.

Inky Jr : Hmmm...That is correct. I just knew that I would easily finding out that the brats of Nevada were under the influence of that foolish boy that calls him Kusakabe. But it's certainly influence from the devil himself. But I'm gonna sink that in just to let you know. Whether you are on the Devil's side or not?

Winry Rockbell : So what if that someone is on the Devil's side or not? Perhaps this is Real World AU, remember? Kimial might not be on the Devil's side.

Inky Jr : So this is what the friends of mother to carry out the likes from the devil's like him. But I can't let his influence to spread the lying to the world from his face! But to prove that you are not friends with those brats, I'm gonna let you decide to have a challenge to fight. It may be challenging for you to fight with a demon like me.

Winry Rockbell : Don't worry, guys. I got this fight. (takes off sandals) Alright, demon. I'll give you fight when there is a fight. I'm going out all on style.

Inky Jr : Bwahahahaha! Let's see what you got from a girl in craftsmanship like you

[ Osc-Sync Carnival - Hidenori Shoji]

Winry Rockbell : Alright, I won't back down now. I'll do martial arts and a little wrench would help me to beat you!

Inky Jr. : En Garde!

(battle beings)

Inky Jr : Your skills are much of a fight to put into all to that action!

Winry : Heh! You're welcome! I'm a proud girl that knows about Craftsmanship and you got craftsman skill on your own. You know how make weapons that is steel and powerful!

Inky Jr : Same to you! But can you even quite pack a punch to yourself?

Winry : Heh! I can use any skills I want! I know martial arts and that's what I need to make myself stronger. That's all nothing but practice!

Inky Jr : Precisely! Seems like you got a long way ahead of yourself.

Winry : But it's not like that I will not let Real World AU suffer the same fate like what it did in the 1930s! That's a long way before we existed!

Inky Jr : True. Which is why I lay dormant for my slumber. And if this world does not meet it's end within the next years, it shall fade away along with the planet.

Winry : Trust me. I know we heroes won't fail us! This time, someone will save Real World AU and we can do it without the DWMA!

Inky Jr : Correct! But the DWMA is nothing more than an excursion. The foundation of Soul World shall fall to it's knees where it all began from the Ohkuboverse 1000 years ago. Think you could lend me a hand and save this world from it's crippling fate?

Winry : we'll do!

(battle ends)

Inky Jr. : Interesting. I might give you credit for that one. So, even light and darkness are the two greater forces, hope or despair, it shall be the only keys between the two forces that are still on the balance. But all of them needs to keep everything order, or this planet will be in an era of gloom and doom. (Kamek gets up to respond)

Kamek : Lousy disguise of a meister. I can't even stand these brats. How could I not been so careless all of a sudden. I just wanted to get that witch's attention!

Inky Jr : Oh look. The little pipsqueak is still on his feet. But I'm the only one that would never deal a magical runt like him. So, Winry, why don't you and friends go take of care of this weasel and give him a good beating? I got other things to do around the planet's globe.

Winry : You think so? Sure, we'll give him a beat down.

Inky Jr : [before entering the door] See ya, Fullmetal Mechanic. (closes door before it disappears)

Lan-Fan : Hey, wait a minute! What about your mother!? Guess we have no choice to but to teach this guy a lesson.

Kamek : Huh? Hey, you inky twit! Come back! No fair! Why I ought to...! I just wanted to get Kimial Diehl's attention to me! The only reason I disguised myself as that bald-headed meister because I only want to know about her if she's still under the influence of Shinra Kusakabe! But now my plans have been foiled by the likes of demons! I don't know why are demons always keeps getting in my way and I don't even care anymore! But now, thanks to you, you have really started to make me furiously raged! And now, I'm about to get real serious! IT'S TIME FOR ME TO TAKE OUT THE TRAAAASH!!!

??? : Volt Teccer!

Kamek : What!? *ELECTRICITY CRACKING* Where is this electricity coming from!?

*DBZ SFX : STRONG KICK!*

Kamek : WHY MEEEEEEEE!?! *DING!*

Mei-Chang : What the heck was that!? Is that Pikachu foreshadowing Final Smashes?

Riza Hawkeye : No, that's not Pikachu.

Lan-Fan : Then who is that?

Pulseman : Veil!

Veil : Long time no see, Pulseman!

Pulseman : Veil! Did you know what really killed the "Real" Harvar D Eclair?

Veil : Isn't it obvious, the one who really electrocuted Harvar D Eclair was nothing more than electricity itself. It has appeared that It was I who easily destroyed that Shikimaru-cyclops wannabe! He said that he looks like Shikimaru, but it realizes that I thought it was shikimaru or the Cyclops. Turns out it was just another french guy looking alike him. So I gave him a Thunder Cloud item from kart racing and got himself killed with eletricity! Or perhaps that it was a Blue Shell that killed.

Pulseman : Alright. veil! You asked for it!

[Metamorphoser - Junichi Masuda]

(the battle begins)

Winry : So the one that got Harvar D Eclair was a simple eletrcicity or a Blue Shell?

Lan-Fan : So that's why Kimial was never heard from those guys.

Mei-Chang : What a shocking coincidence!

Riza Hawkeye : Now I remember where the pieces are coming together. It was a Mario Kart item that he opened for kart racing, which he released it by mistake and killed him.

Lan-Fan : Needless to say, but it's wrong to judge one's actions than that. It was not murder or curiosity that killed the cat. It was a catastrophic accident that he pulled.

Winry : Let's hope so. Whether it's thunder cloud or Blue shells, that's the ultimate way of what really killed Harvar D Eclair. Kart racing was his latest demise in an accident.

Pulseman : And now you're finished!

Veil : Wow! (before vanishing) Impossible! I never back down from a fight!

Beatrice : Great job!

(battle ends)

Lan-Fan : Incredible! So my eyes were right. I can't believe that Harvar D Eclair manage to kill himself leading him to his accidental demise. It was that Blue Tortoise shell that curiosity killed the cat. How did a person die like that in a kart racing accident?

Winry : Yeah, I guess that Kimial Diehl was never really interested in boys. Right now we're more worried into that son of the Ink Demon Queen Inky Albarn. What's his angle about that? It's quite obvious to see what he has for us in store. *GASP!* Look out! (the group avoids)

Lan-Fan : I guess there's one more thing for that!

~ Act 18 : Entities of the Storm ~