#PERIOD HAHAHAHAHAHA

[dindjarindiaries]

DID YOU SEE WHAT BRANDON POSTED LOL

SLAYIN DJARIN

This is the slay

[doodlenbugs]

The Inverted Tickle Trap

I’m finally back with a full fic AAAAAA It��s still just a little short but I’m happy with it. Sorry if I’m a little rusty, it’s been a while! Hope you all enjoy, drabble requests are still open after this :)

Summary: Dream gets himself stuck upside down in his own trap. George and Sapnap find this quite entertaining. 

Words: 1k

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Dream swung himself by his legs, his sword merely grazing his fingertips as it taunted him on the ground below. He was embarrassed, and even more so irritated at his negligence at setting up this trap, especially since he managed to get himself stuck in it. What was originally meant for George and Sapnap during training was now wrapped tightly around his ankle and dangling him mere feet from the ground. 

He was held up by spiderwebs, which while normally he never thinks twice about when destroying them with his sword, were now way too strong all on their own. How is it that the webs could hold up his entire weight, even with his struggling? He supposed that’s why he chose them in the first place, perfect for trapping his two best friends. It wasn’t as funny now that it was him. 

“Dream? Where the hell are you? We’re supposed to start training soon!” The sound of George’s voice resonated through the forest. Okay now it was definitely not funny anymore. 

“I’m not here!” Dream answered back, voice slightly strained. He heard two sets of footprints make their way towards him and he realized that meant Sapnap was here too. Damn it! This was so embarrassing. 

“Pfft- Dream?” This time it was Sapnap’s voice, just like he guessed. Dream looked over to the side in order not to look at his friends walking towards him. 

“Look.. I, I don’t wanna talk about it. Just get me down.” “Was this supposed to be for us?!” George exclaimed and Dream scowled. There went all his plans down the drain.

“Look can you guys just…let me down? I won’t use this during an actual manhunt. It’s ruined anyways. And then we never have to talk about this moment ever again” Dream swung himself left and right to show just how stuck he was, as if it wasn’t obvious already.

George giggled, “There’s no way we’re not discussing this later haha. How did this even happen?!” He maneuvered around Dream to try and assess the situation from behind. While doing so, he gently, or as gently as he could with all the trees around, grabbed a hold of the speedrunner’s waist. To all three of their surprise, the trapped man yelped quietly, and tried to wiggle George’s hands off. Dream went very still then, hoping maybe if he just didn’t move the others wouldn’t comment on what just happened. It was too bad he couldn’t see well enough above him to notice the large and knowing smirks on his two best friend’s faces. 

Sapnap spoke up first, “There is no way you got yourself into this predicament as ticklish as you are Dream, honestly,” he scoffed playfully. George was already excitingly poking around Dream’s sides. 

“Nohoho guys, wait seriously? Juhuhust gehet me dohown!” Dream begged, but Sapnap only added to the pokes. He grabbed Dream’s sides as well and turned him around to face him. Dream giggled dizzily at the sudden movement. His eyes could only meet Sapnap’s waist. He looked down to try and see his friend’s face. “Nohohoho hehehehe.” He laughed, a small hint of excitement in his voice. Both George and Sapnap of course picked up on this. 

“I said no hahaha!” Dream’s pleas fell to deaf ears when finally George decided to dig in. He wiggled his fingers up and down his sides and underneath his ribs, all of which were at perfect height for George’s mean fingers. 

“Wait for me dude what the hell!” Sapnap instead went for Deram’s hips. He used his thumbs at first, making quick little circles around where he could feel the bones. But eventually he grew tired of that and resorted to pinching above, below, and right in the dips of his hips to get the best reactions. 

Dream reacted accordingly too. He swung his arms in different directions to try and reach any of the hands currently torturing his nerves. Being upside down already made it hard to differentiate left from right or up from down, not to mention how dizzy he was getting. 

“Guys PLehehehease! Thihis is unfahahahair!” As he whined, George decided to cease his friend's flailing arms by targeting his armpits. “GEOrge! Hahahaha!” 

“What was that? Hm?” Sapnap giggled as he continued tickling his poor friend’s hips. Dream arched his back as best he could but it was just no use. He was stuck there, dangling, only able to plead with his tormentors. Eventually he just allowed his arms to dangle. It just took too much energy to lift them, and he was losing energy fast. Even with the fingers torturing the nerves under his arms, he just couldn’t get them up.

“HEHEhehehhe guhuhuhHUYS!” Dream shook his head. With all the movement his shirt had fallen down, exposing his entire mid drift. Dream screamed when George excitedly began raking his nails up and down his bare sides. With this, tears finally hit Dream’s eyes and he cackled and squirmed. “WHY AHAHAHAHAHA!” 

“Because you’re just so adorable! And besides this was originally gonna be a trap for us. Don’t George and I deserve some revenge?”

“IHIHIHI- IhihiIHI dihihihin’t eheheheven trahahahap yohohohou!”

“Yeah well you were going to! It’s the thought that counts.” George piped up. He was still running his nails up and down. Every once in a while he’d reach around to tickle Dream’s bare tummy, scratching around his belly button. This was Dream’s limit. 

“OKAHAHAHAY IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Sapnap sighed and stopped his tickling. “Alright George come on let’s cut him loose.” George in turn just pouted, giving Dream’s stomach a last few squeezes before ceasing. Dream breathed deeply and continued to giggle. He was so dizzy and all over the place it felt like. The blood had rushed to his head with all the squirming. 

He felt George wrap his arms around him in a tight hug and then heard the sound of a sword cutting web. He fell, but not far, the arms around him keeping him from hitting the ground head first. He was laid gently on the ground where he continued to laugh softly.

“Yohou guys suhuck.”

“Yeah whatever you deserved it,” George ruffled Dream’s hair. “At the very least you deserve it for being so ticklish,” “Shuhuhuhut!”

They postponed their manhunt training for later in the day. Dream needed time to brainstorm a different trap now anyways. No way was he going to make the same mistake again.

[theguardianace]

aceyyy idk if u’ve seen but i started watching haikyuu (finished s1 today!) and ive been waiting to tell you personally that i completely understand your suga obsession he is so raghdjdhfk so microwaveable. so kind and supportive and reads the team so well and everyone lights up when he’s around like holy shit. ur gray guy is awesome

ISNT HE JUST THE GUY EVER?!?!??!?! man i need to rewatch it....... do it for suga

[freebooter4ever]

"it was just an unusual night. I scored two goals and then all of a sudden i was in the mood to score more." - fed*rov after scoring 5 goals in one game

[2truehearts]

okay but why does it lowkey hurt lol

[my-castles-crumbling]

Had a guy tell me today ”Period pain is needed to keep women as humble as they deserve”

bro how do you even react to that😭😭

HAHAHAHAHAHA omg okay have you seen that guy on tiktok, I think his name is Kyle Prue? he has a list of ways to piss off men? Please use one of them on this man. One that pops to mind is telling a man he gives ___ energy and pick a really tiny, nonthreatening animal. Like "Oh, that's an interesting thought. Hey has anyone ever told you you give off chipmunk energy? Like you ARE a chipmunk. It's a whole vibe." and watch him combust. Because we all know men like that think they give off lion vibes you know?

[rnp5324]

Tell me about your wolverine headcanons NOW 🙏🔥💥

HEE HEE HEE....HAHAHAHAHAHA I've got plenty (Some of these apply to my Logan too) ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ 1. Due to his time under Weapon X, Logan still contains some robotic mannerisms, especially when scanning for nearby threats. I like to imagine his face becoming stiff and expressionless, while his head rotates like a wall mounted security camera; He does it unconsciously. 2. He likes to cuss people out in different languages under his breath. I mean, the man knows like what, 18? He'll find one that somebody doesn't know in case they hear him. I also envision him using his knowledge for different code words he'd teach his teammates to give them special commands, def stems from his military work. 3. Logan likes to listen to Oldies, and Rock/Metal. It's an...interesting blend. Depends on his mood, really. He doesn't mind a nice classical jazz to wind down after a long days of work o spending time with his partners, otherwise Metal has been a healthier way to vent out his frustrations. 4. Absolutely has some animalistic quirks. Like, he purrs when he's close to his partner. He growls, snarls, roars, the whole package. He shakes like a wet dog. He cocks his head to his shoulder when he's confused about something (also like a dog (I have a bias)). He absolutely runs on all 4s in battles/climbing. Yes, he bites, and not in the hickey way. If you ask him to bite your neck, he will take a chunk with him. 5. Despite being totally left brained, he knows how to do calligraphy for meditation (something he picked up more frequently from Kikyo). He can also be kinda poetic when he feels like it, his penmanship is surprisingly good and he can write in cursive when he's focused. He's not wrong when he says he's an art teacher!! 6. Logan's sense of humor can get really grotesque. This is most likely due to his desensitization towards violence, which unfortunately, freaks most people out. A chunk of his humor is usually derived at his own expense. 7. He's always known he's Bi, he just doesn't bother telling anyone about it unless they ask. Logan thinks in the grand scheme of things, saving the world from threats is more important than who he shares a room with. 8. I made a poll about this, but I believe Logan has some type of Neurodivergence (I have AUDHD lemme cook). He def struggles with PTSD from, well, a lot of things in his life. I also like to think he has some sort of ADHD? Not just for having hyperfixations for Japan, Military machinery/weapons, animals, etc., but also the mood swing aspect of it too; Maybe it's just me, but I find Logan's angry impulse kinda relatable to my experiences? Also how he frequently forgets things. Just like me fr.... 9. Logan's body is able to insulate himself from extremely cold weather, due to his Mutation being based off of a Wolverine. This...also makes him hot easily during the warmer months of the year, and he much prefers the cold. He'll ask storm for a little snow cloud over his head every once and awhile. 10. Being so old, Logan uses a wide variety of slang from all sorts of time periods, which he has to explain to his teammates a lot so it can get pretty annoying. This also extends to his game, his old time flirts can be kind of confusing to their meaning, therefor not landing too well most of the time. 11. Despite being a grouchy old man, he is an anxious sweetheart!! Logan will pour his heart out on the people he loves, but the anxiety comes with how almost all of his relationships historically end in either tragedy or in a horrific fallout, meaning he's rather hesitant to getting into a relationship right away.

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TYSM for the ask!! ^^ omg I wish people would send me more of these, I absolutely love doing them!!!

[bqstqnbruin]

Just Friends - Part 7

Happy Friday before Christmas and Hanukkah to those who celebrate!

Read the previous part here!

Warnings: hahahahahaha (and swearing)

WC: 3305

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“What are you doing this weekend?” Javier bursts into Emeline’s classroom, causing her to nearly drop the beakers she was trying to put away. 

The last period of the week had just let out, the teachers trapped in the building until their contract hours were up even though the only thing they wanted was to go home. She needed something to do, and what better task than cleaning her lab in a futile attempt to make her next week that much easier for herself?

Thanksgiving had just passed, leading the students to be more feral than normal for who knows what reason, their energy unfortunately renewed after their long break, the teachers more agitated than normal because of the students, and admin more oblivious to all of this than normal because that’s what they did best at times like these. 

“Hibernating,” Emeline deadpans, looking around her classroom. Her energy was depleting fast, the motivation to clean already gone.

Javier laughs. “Nothing fun planned?” 

Emeline shakes her head, walking back over to her desk to start to pack up her bag. “After this week? Do you know how much glassware my kids broke?”

“Over or under a thousand dollars?”

Emeline thinks for a second. “I would love to believe it’s under,” she groans, sitting down at her desk. “Do we think Anderson would approve it if I bought more beakers?”

The two exchange a look before both saying, “No.”

“I’ll buy them for you,” he tells her, taking out his phone. But, come on, you can’t be doing nothing this weekend. Fran and Maddy have nothing planned?”

“Fran I think is already on her way home to see her brother for something and Maddy is probably going to be out with John all weekend that he’s not doing his own job. Plus, I one hundred percent have a hot date.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, my bed and the fictional men in the books that I read are going to be very happy together.”

Javier opens and closes his mouth while he tries to find the words. “Sometimes it’s better to lie to people.” 

“Lying involves way more energy than I have. Anyway, why do you care? You’ve never asked me about my weekend plans.”

“That’s not true.”

“What did I do last weekend?”

Javier stares at her for a second, the smirk on Emeline’s face growing because she knew she was right. “Whatever. You probably did the same thing you’re planning on doing this weekend, apparently. There’s a new place in the city that I want to try and no one else wants to go with me.”

“So?”

“Do you want to go?”

“I love being the last choice. It’s every girl's dream.”

“I’ll pay.”

“I love getting free food, it’s every girl’s dream,” she said, in the same sarcastic tone as before despite the fact that she meant it this time. She looked around her classroom, the chairs in disarray and her back lab counters covered in things she should have put away earlier in the week. “God, I really should put all this stuff away, first.”

Javier looks to the back of her classroom. “It’s a Monday problem now, come on.” 

“Hey, there’s an arm in this sleeve,” Emeline protests as Javier grabs her by the coat, dragging her along to the T stop right near their school. This seemed suspicious, given that he was putting her on the red line to go out to what she for some reason assumed was a dinner despite the fact that it was barely four pm. “Are we going for a senior citizen discount here?”

“It gets really busy, really fast,” Javier claims, not looking up from his phone. He was getting text after text from a bunch of different unsaved numbers, Emeline knowing he would never not save it once he knew who it was. But why was he smiling? “Even if we get there at 4:30 like Maps is saying we will, we’re going to have to wait at least an hour and a half or longer before we can sit.”

“Reservations aren’t a thing?” she asks dryly. The last thing she wanted to do after a long week was wait a long time to get food. Lunch was at eleven am, dinner time was supposed to start right when she got home, which seemed to be getting later and later as the semester wore on.

“They don’t take them, and I didn’t even know you would say yes if I wanted to put our names in.”

Emeline laughs. “See, that’s where you’re different from everyone else in my life. They would just put our names down and then use that as a reason why we would have to go, no choice given.” 

“Even Jeremy is like that?”

Emeline looks at him, Javier still glued to his phone and whatever looked to be a group chat that was going off on his screen. Was Jeremy like that? “Jeremy would have asked me two weeks in advance and then confirmed three times day of to make sure I still wanted to go. He wouldn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to.” She wasn’t even sure if that was true. But it seemed like it would be. 

“Look at you blushing,” Javier teases her, Emeline not even realizing the heat in her face was visible to him. “So you’re not still seeing that Kaylen guy?”

“Um, no actually, I’m not,” she tells him, not even bothering to correct him. “After seven years, we’re not together anymore.” 

Javier’s face drops. “Oh, Em, I’m sorry.”

Emeline shrugs, like the last seven years she had been with him were nothing, like she was trying to tell herself, it was just a blip in her own timeline. “It’s fine. It happened last week. I haven’t even told Fran and Maddy yet.”

“Well that explains it.” 

“Explains what?”

“You’ve been off all week.”

Emeline thinks back, trying to figure out if he was right. She didn’t have time to show emotion in her classroom; everything was about the students. If she was having a bad day, she had to pretend like she wasn’t because her students needed her to not have a bad day. She had to go on like everything was normal, like she hadn’t just ended something with someone who was in her life when it felt like it all came crashing down. She went on like she always did. “I have not.”

“You made the girls run four miles as a cool down yesterday.”

“They have to run between three and five every game.” 

“We’re not even in season.” 

“So I pushed them a little harder, that doesn’t mean I’ve been off.” 

“They were in full gear.”

“And?”

“You ran with them.” 

“I was setting an example as their coach. If I can’t do it, how do I expect them to do it?”

“Why haven’t you told Fran and Maddy?” Javier asks, giving up as he drags her into the train she didn’t even realize had pulled up in front of them. They managed to find two seats, their bags in their laps as people squished in all around them. “You tell them everything.”

“It happened while we were up in Vermont and then they left for Thanksgiving.” 

“And you didn’t have time to tell them in the last week?”

“I would get home and just go to bed.” 

“That’s what happens when you run four miles as a cool down,” Javier teases, nudging her shoulder with his. “You’re worried about something. You would have told them if you weren’t afraid.”

Emeline glares at him. “What are you talking about?” 

Javier laughs, looking back down at his phone, the unknown numbers in the group chat sending message after message. “You would have told them if you weren’t afraid,” he repeats. “You aren’t afraid of what they’ll do to him, because I know you don’t have it in you to care because I know they’ll threaten to kill him but they’ll never actually go through with it because neither of them could survive in jail. You’re afraid they’re going to bring up you liking Jeremy as the reason why you broke up with him, whether it’s true or not.”

“It’s not true.”

“You can tell me that, but did you fight to stay with Kenny? Did you fight him when you broke up? Because I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t have initiated it if it meant that it was going to hurt him.” 

Emeline stares at her bag, noticing every out of place piece of thread on the Vera Bradley bag her grandmother bought her when she started at Boston College. The bag was old by fashion standards, looking like it had taken a beating the last how many years she had owned it. The straps were ripping, the zipper was close to its last leg. The fabric on the bottom of the bag had worn away from it constantly being kicked out of the way by either a student or herself when they needed to come ask her something at her desk. It was one of the last things her grandmother gave her. “Keelan broke up with me. But I didn’t fight him. I just told him I didn’t care anymore.” 

“Well, forget about him,” Javier says, getting up and dragging her yet again towards this unknown restaurant he never told her the name of. The cold air outside hit her face much harder than she expected, the chill of November turning into December somehow catching her off guard despite being from Massachusetts. “We’re going to have fun tonight. So much fun, in fact, that the name Cameron will be the last thing from your mind.”

Emeline finally lets out a laugh. “Well, considering that wasn’t his name, it shouldn’t be that hard.” Javier leads her down the street, a part of Boston that Emeline barely ever went to. She was sure that the Garden was somewhere close to them, practically forcing her mind to wander to Jeremy. 

Jeremy is the same as Keelan was when they first got together. The difference was that Jeremy hasn’t stopped acting like he cares for Emeline, like she lit up the room for him whenever she was around. Jeremy was the one to check on her no matter what, he was the one who could tell when she was feeling off for one reason or another, he was the one who knew and could anticipate everything about her. He definitely was falling in love with her. She could see it in everything he did.

Keelan hadn’t acted like that since they got together.  

“Can I ask you something, and promise you won’t get mad?” Javier asks, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“We both know if you have to say that then I will definitely be getting mad at you.” 

“Did you really love Kingston? More than you love Jeremy?”

“Woah, wait,” Emeline stops, Javier nearly falling over at the sudden change in momentum. “I never said I love Jeremy.” 

“Emeline,” Javier lets out, shaking his head. “You light up whenever someone mentions his name. Your students have been talking about how much you talk about hockey now in your class, way more than you ever talked about lacrosse despite the fact that you told me that was what helped you get through college and high school. Your phone background for the last month has been a picture of the two of you sitting on a couch together, mid-laugh, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t look at someone I don’t love the way you are looking at each other.” 

Emeline looks down at her feet, pulling her bag close to her body. “I did love Keelan. I think I loved him until I met Jeremy.” She could feel her face getting hot despite the wind hitting it, sniffling and finally letting the tears that had been stinging her eyes fall down her cheeks. What if she was just miss reading things with Jeremy? What if he wasn’t falling in love with her? “What if I messed everything up with Keelan for a guy who won’t ever love me back?” 

“If he knows what’s good for him, he probably loved you the moment he saw you.” The two of them just stand on the sidewalk for a moment, ignoring the snides of the people who were dodging them. “Do you still want to go to this tonight?”

She shakes her head, trying her best to blink away the hot that she knew were about to fall if she dwelled on this any more.. “We can go. I think it’ll be good. Take my mind off whatever Inferno-like journey is about to go on.”

Javier gives a hesitant laugh with her. “You should have been an English teacher.”

“Have you seen me try to write an essay?”

Javier takes her hand again, leading her down the street. What would happen if she and Jeremy had started dating? She had insisted for so long that the feelings she had for him were friendly at best, nothing more. But they weren’t. She wasn’t sure they ever were.

“We’re here.” Javier stops so abruptly, Emeline nearly knocks him off his feet. There were no signs anywhere, just a building.

“Is this where you take your murder victims or something? This isn’t a restaurant.” 

“Stop reading murder mystery books,” Javier laughs, pulling her inside. 

Javier leads her up a set of stairs, the entire inside of the building pitch black. He opens a door, leading her into a room, which is again, pitch black. Emeline couldn’t even see her hands in front of her face if she tried. “If you kill me, I’m going to come back and haunt you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you, Em,” she hears, not Javier’s voice. 

Before she could say anything, the lights turn on, what sounded like a hundred voices yelling, ‘Surprise’ at her. Emeline gasps, her hands flying to cover her mouth. “What the hell?”

Fran, Maddy, and Johnny stand in front of a crowd of her friends; people from high school who she hadn’t seen in years, classmates from college, her teammates, guys from the men’s team, various other random people that she swore she knew from years past that Fran and Maddy had kept in touch with, Johnny and Jeremy’s teammates and their partners they just met last week. 

“What is this?” she says, Javier hugging her from behind.

“Happy birthday.”

“I’m offended that you thought we would kill you here of all places,” Fran says, her and Maddy squeezing her tight for a hug as Javier takes her work bag from her. 

“If anything, we would do it where no one would find you until you started to smell.” 

“I’ve never had a surprise party,” Emeline says, looking at everything in awe. The space was lit up with fairy lights strung up everywhere, clear balloons filled with confetti in various shades of green, her favorite color, floating everywhere. There was a ‘Happy 25th Birthday Emeline,’ sign in the back, with an easel that said ‘Leave your favorite memory with Em’ on the table right below it, already covered with things from all her friends that were there. The food tables were off to the side, the walls decorated with pictures of her and her friends. She could make out pictures with her dad and grandmother from when she was little, pictures of her, Fran and Maddy when they first met at their summer camp before starting as freshmen, the picture of her and Jeremy that was the aforementioned lock screen on her phone. “Did you guys do all this?”

Fran, Javier, and Maddy all shake their heads. “We just did the guest list,” Maddy admits, “And Javier was in charge of getting you here from work.”

Emeline shakes her head, confused. “Then who did all this?” The only other person who knew she never had a surprise party was Keelan. It couldn’t have been him. He wouldn’t break up with her and throw her a party a week later, would he? 

“I did,” she hears, watching Jeremy come out from the crowd of people in front of her. She should be cringing at how dramatic and corny it was of him to do that, but she felt her heart race instead. Of course, he would do this for her. “Happy birthday, Emeline.”

“To our friend Emeline,” Johnny yells, Emeline not even noticing that everyone had glasses passed out to them while she was lost looking at Jeremy. She could feel her heart starting to race just looking at him, barely caring that everyone who meant something to her was staring at her. 

Everyone raises their glasses, one of her own finding its way to her hands without her looking away from Jeremy. 

“To Emeline.” 

Everyone floods her before she can process what was going on, wishing her happy birthday and trying to get in a minimal conversation with her as Fran, Maddy, Javier, and Johnny didn’t leave her side. The entire time, she focused on Jeremy standing off to the side, swirling his drink in his glass while he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. 

The party finally officially starts, the music loud, her friends dancing, eating, and laughing. Emeline finally goes over to Jeremy, taking his hand and dragging him out to the hallway she had come in from. 

“You did this?”

Jeremy looks down at his feet, his cheeks turning red. “Of course.”

“But, why?” Emeline lets out, feeling her heart race. 

“Emeline, you know I would do anything for you.” Emeline could feel her heart swell. God, she did have feelings for him. Fran and Javier might be right that she was in love with him. She wanted to love him. She just didn’t know if she did; her feelings for him were different than what she felt for Keelan. She felt better about Jeremy. She felt safer with him around, more at ease. She wanted to see him whenever she could, wanted to talk to him to hear his voice. 

She wanted to kiss him right there. She stepped closer to him, Jeremy reaching out to take her hand in his. Emeline starts to lean forward, her mind not registering Jeremy doing the same because her heart was beating so loud that even she was sure he could hear it. He had to want to kiss her, too, right?

“Em,” Fran interrupts, Emeline disconnecting from Jeremy and nearly jumping into the wall behind her. “Come back here!” 

Jeremy lets out a nervous laugh, looking back down at his feet. “Let’s go. It’s your party, you should be in there.”

Emeline takes his hand back in hers, feeling him give her a gentle squeeze. They walk back in, Jeremy leading her. He stops, dropping her hand immediately, Emeline moving around him to see why he stopped.

Her heart dropped. 

“Keelan?” Emeline walks up to him, not expecting to see him, but not wanting to either. “What are you doing here? How did you know about this?”

“Fran and Maddy invited me.” Emeline looks over at her roommates, their confused looks reminding her that they had no idea what happened the week before. “I had to come to my girlfriend's birthday.” 

“Can we go talk somewhere else?” Emeline whispers. 

“In a bit. First, I have to do this, especially in front of all our friends.” Keelan reaches into his pocket, getting down on one knee and making Emeline feel like she was about to vomit at the thought that he was friends with people in this room too and what she was sure he was about to do. “Emeline Odette Pritchard, will you marry me?” 

[katerinaaqu]

I gotta research more about the mycaeans soon because its so so interesting!

If you'd be willing

Do you have some funfacts about them?

Or some comparisons (cultural, technological, artistic wise) between Homeric greece and mycaean greece?

If you want to ramble

Ohh yet another good one! Of course I am willing! What a question! Hehe Let's see what I remember as well from my times at studies! Hahahaha I love the ending though "If you want to rumble" Hahahahaha! As you see no problem with that dear! If it is rumble you want, rumble I shall deliver! Hahahahahaha!

Well unfortunately a great deal of information on the mycenaean greek society comes from some very good educated guesses based on the findings than anything else. Unfortunately even if Linear B, arguably the first known and confirmed form of archaic Greek, is valuable, we still do not have a large corpus or variety of texts. Most of the texts that are plenty even if fragmentary are mainly logistics from what we call "transactions with the palace or megaron" than actual sources of literature, laws or society and most of them were saved by luck. For ecample the extended corpus of Linear B plates found in the so-called "Nestor's Palace" in Pylos were saved only because the palace burnt, thus baking the raw clay and making the text readable nowadays. The texts however reveal valuable information on city names and goods being exchanged from one palace to another as well as names of people, official titles and gods' names! So we can tell one similarity we have is that in mycenaean times many of the gods known throughout the years of greek evolution were already known such as Zeus, Hera, Dionysus, Athena etc.

So religiously speaking they believed in the same pantheon (even if we do not have ALL the names of every god worshiped in later years the number of god names saved on the tablets can make us see that they have the same religion and culture on that part, although the worshipping practices are hard to pintpoint. The texts do mention that some offerings are made to the gods but the way they are done is subject of research. From the tablets we also know that the title of Priest and Priestess did exist so we are not, probably, speaking on a theocracy where the king is also an exlusive priest (although Homer seems to be touching the subject, making kings offer sacrifices, see for example Odysseus, and yet none of the kings also claim themselves a priest. In fact they get advised by priests)

For the political system we still make hypothesis on how it works. It seems like every major city has a region of influence around it and that transactions or taking care of the earth was regulated by the central palace or anactoron (thus the term anactorial system). It seems that the central palace was also the center of gathering goods from around the area for we have tablets that explicitly speak on transfers of goods from and to the palace outside. Of course the hypothesis that this is some sort of central palace being the residence of a king is purely hypothetical and based on the richness of its construction and its complexity rather than real evidence although the term "wanax" or "άναξ" aka "king" appears in the tablets but the hypothesis is very strong. We also see from examples such as Tyrinis a very strong connection with Anatolia and exchange of culture, for example we see the triangular arches

(image generated by me in one of my projects)

You can see examples here from Mycenae Hattusa and Tyrinis. The cultural and architectural exchanges reached their peak at about the middle of this period. Artistically speaking the Mycenaeans follow the traditions of the Minoans and we see exceptional artworks happening. For example we follow the tradition of siglia rings engraved in stone and gold and if I may some of them are of exceptional beauty for example the ring at the tomb of "Griffin's Warrior" in Pylos that dates exactly to the passage between the one civilization and the other.

In art we also see very beautiful war or hunting themes in pottery art or even in weaponry. Some researchers compared it to Minoan times and claimed that it is "less sophisticated" but quite honest some of the samples are also very well preserved even if more simple to their execution

Technologically I think the Mycenaeans were far more advanced than what people give them credit for. For example greeks are always known for their hydraulic "machines" among others but how many people know really that they managed to drain the entire lake Kopais, around the fortification of Gla like 3000 years ago? The Greeks took advantage of undergdound tunnels that naturally existed and managed to make the water escape thus creating grounds for growing crops. Kopais lake was at some point re-filled with water and in modern days people tried to re-drain it without a result and they discovered the mycenaean draining system which was still functional and to this day the lake Kopais remains drained and used for growing crops

(photo taken by me a few years ago)

For some reason at the end of bronze age internal conflicts, outside attacks as well as the Doric Greek Tribes coming from the north, created a hostile environment which led possibly to wars and conflict that eventually is estimated to have led to the fall of Palatal system. We do see for example the existence of fortifications such as Gla in the middle of nowhere which probably served as refuge for those who were getting attacked and for better supervision of the area.

(photo taken by me in the same location)

This eventually led to the beginning of the Iron Age and Homer's era with the rise of City State eventually at the Archaic Years. I believe we can talk on a small change to the situation in Homer's time although the City State form of government doesn't seem crystalized at his time we do see some of it in his epics so maybe we can talk on this change on the political spectrum with also the stopping of existence of palatial system and starting to shift to other forms of government (eventually to the upcoming centuries the kingdoms will almost cease to exist with some exceptions such as the kingdoms at upper Thessaly, Macedonia, Epirus and Sicily. Sparta is also an exception for they keep their kings but the main power is held by the elders)

We do not have much evidence on Homer's time either given how little written evidence is being saved. But we do get the shift in written language from Linear B to the Greek alphabet (adapted from the Phoenician one) which is the Alphabet we use to this day. One of the most ancient samples of it is the so-called "Nestor's Cup" which dates in the 8th century BC and includes one of the first samples of Greek Alphabetical scripture. Technologically speaking of course we have the extensive use of Iron and steel that wasn't a thing before as much and potentially we have more the use of tools for geometric shapes.

Artistically speaking we have samples of little statuettes and vases that mostly depict geometric shapes (thus giving the name to the period as "Geometric Period". We have also some of the early samples of chariot depictions in this geometric style and in fact I have heard some researchers associate this art with a narrative, potentiall even quoting the homeric poems that possibly gained popularity such as this famous sample):

Another thing that needs to be said is that at the 8th century BC we also have the beginning of an event we follow to this day, the Olympic Games which according to the scriptures that we have is placed to 776 BC

I believe this is a very crude separation but if there is more you would like to know I would be happy to respond!

[your-local-grinning-cat]

*hugs you, purring, smiling brightly*

No purroblem! 💜😸

Just to preface this, I'm fine and everything is okay, my curiosity is what motivates this.

If someone made me cry and you found out about it..what would you do?

(I will counter this with a much more light-hearted ask in the future >wo)

Well, first things first, I take care of you. You’re crying. Ĭ̸̝̱̰̿̉ ̶̘̓̄͠d̷̯̣̩̙͋ǫ̷̻̗̓ͅn̴̪̂̾’̴̡̹̞̓̊t̵͇̯̾̕ ̵̩̄́l̵̢͍̞̯̂i̶͖̇̔̕̕k̵͙̅̎ě̸̥̘͙͜ ̶̤̝̗̇t̶͖͇̺̟͑h̴̛̯̥̥̾̐̑a̴̧̡̲̅t̴͚̳͍̣͑.̶̮̰̀̉ So I’m going to take you deep into the Tulgey Wood and do whatever I need to do so that you feel better. Whatever that may be. Plushies to cuddle? A weighted blanket? A million pillows? Hot chocolate? Alcohol? Sweet food? Junk food? Funny movies? Romcoms? A little froggie on top of your head as a hat?

A̵͖̪͝ ̷̳̒f̸̢̣̭͙̤̻̄̇͒͊͝͝r̶̝̤̙̦̝͒̈́̂̉̀́ọ̸͔͇͙͚̰͂̀n̴̞̩̼̰̻̍̀̾͝͝ṭ̶̨̮̠̃́̅͊̕ ̸̢̻͉͒̿r̸̝͗̀̈́̄͒͜͜o̸̡͔̫̗͊w̴͍̄̒̐̌̚ ̴̨̨͚͂s̶̻̳̖̬̻̎̒̀̕͘ȩ̸̜̼̗̱̐̓ȁ̸͉̲̙͔̻͆t̵͔̰̮̫̃̊ ̴̨̡̱̝̖̗̀͆t̶̮̺̪͑ǫ̸̹̦́͑͘͝ ̷̜̏̉̂̅̓̆w̸̧̥̳̤͎͇̆͋̽͑̊ḫ̶͎̩͖̿̊͆̔͛͠a̸̹̤̺̅̕ͅṱ̶͖̈́̀͋ ̴͎͎͆̅͠ć̷̗̄̕̕o̴̢̭͎͔͓̔̎̀͝m̴̥͍͊̑͗̕ẻ̴̙͖̃̕s̸̥͎̎̽̔̃̌͒ͅ ̸̙̹̝͍͙͉̍̎͐͒̋̅n̷̛͔̳͉͚̆͋e̷̼̭̬̠͌̄̀͛͘ẋ̷͇̲t̶̢̺͓̖́̄͛͌͛?̷͉̦̹̔͂

You want it, you got it.

Then, in return for taking care of you ever-so-sweetly, I’m going to ask for something in return. Usually, I wouldn’t make anything in a friendship feel like an equal exchange, but, and you’ll have to forgive me for this, I’m not budging on this part. You have accepted my care. I’m only asking for the e̴̥͋x̵̩͠a̸̘̍c̸̰̈ẗ̴̙́ ̴̦͘d̵̪͘e̴̙̒t̵̼̃ä̴̯́i̶̺̋l̸̬̉ś̸ͅ ̴̩̇ó̶͎f̸͔̃ ̵̫̍w̶̏ͅh̷̼͋ä̸̜t̴̰͛ ̸̱́l̷͓̐ë̸̙́a̶̩͒d̶̝͒ ̸̱̊y̶̨̅ô̷̬ṷ̵̎ ̴̬͗ṭ̸̆ȍ̷̹ ̶̘̋ç̴͆o̴̩̿m̶͔̓e̴̗̾ ̵̼̑c̵̟͆r̵̩͊ỵ̴̒ị̴̐ṇ̶͐g̴̰͘ ̶̞͂t̴̬̐ò̷̝ ̷͕̎m̷̮͛e̵̱͝.̵͎̀ ̸̦̊

Ë̴̡̜̬̱̙̯̞̻̰͚͔́̊̾̒̎̑̏s̴̳̼͎̫̣̤̘͉̻̬̰̘̝̊̂̎̔́̽͛͆̒̒͋̒́͌̚͠͝p̶͖̘̺̠̘̣͓̙̞̟̍̏̂̽̅͠é̷̡̨̠͓̥͚͎̱̗̠̖̰̰̗̱̯͍͇͉͠c̴͔̙̥̖̀̓͛̌͗̏̚i̶͚͕̼̙͇̪͒̈́̽̓̊̈́̍̊̚͜ą̷̒̓l̵͖̯̦̩͖̗̪̯̭̺̭̺̆͛̆̒̽̃̐̈́͂̇̊͒̅̚͠l̵̛̦̩̹̣̤̞͇͇̞̙̭̗̭̇͋̂͌͊̀̽͒̈̋̑̒̉̉̇́̕͘ͅy̵̧̧͚̘̗̯͕̩͈̙͙̭̝̣̞͖͇̘̺̩̆͂̎ ̷̨̧̢̗͉̬̺̻͕͚̭̜̹̜̬̫̞͎̟͈͋͑̓̍̾̚ḏ̵̡̨̢̱̜̘̗̞̺̯̳̱̖͉͇̅͂̀̎͋̓͜͠ę̷͍̼̼̼̥͍͚͚̻̞͝ṭ̵̼̙̗̘͐̂̍̓́̈́̀̔̐̌̒̂̀̂̕͜͝ͅa̸͎̩̺̬̼̘̰̻̗̫̔̽̈͋̄̽̔͊̐͛͆̀̓͒̆ͅì̷̡͙̙̪͔͋̀̒̇̈́̾̆͆̆͆̀̃͜͠͝͝͝l̶̮̠̰͍̱͔̲̖̠̭̯̾̏̓̌̌͒̀̈̓̃̆̀̆̒̆̚̕̚͘ͅs̸͙̟̣͉̃̈́̎͌̿́̔͊͋̌͘̕͝ ̸̧̤̱̞͉͉̳̦̣̭̭̲͈͕͕͊̀̾̅̅͘͝ͅͅl̶̦̾̿̈́͐̉͗̃͘į̴̨͇̠͖̮̭̼͔̮͈̦̹͌̓͊̈́k̴̪̪̝͂͑́̈́́̉͆̌͑͝è̸͕̟̱͔͚̹̞̩̙̂̑͑̽͆̂̀͒̍̓͑̄͂͌̍ ̷̨̡̧̳̮̙̺̠̙̩̰͍̭̺̣͊́̇͊̿͂̀̋̉̽̐̔͘̚͠N̸̡̛̮̦̬̬̱̺̞̣͙̯͚̤͚̫̞͔͎͓͆̍͐̿̍͂͠͝A̴̜̠͇͓͙̫̣͉͆̎͝M̷̢̧̛͚̞̤̺̙͇͉͔̺͇̗̠̝̜͉͇͌̽̔E̴̩̖̱̪̱͙̟̞̣̻͋͛́̍̐͆͛̆́ͅS̶̛̛̛̖̘͉͙͈̘̤̗̻̳̳̦̬̦̹͓̙̓̀̆̌̌͂̍̏̈̈́̐͑́̎͘͜͠.̴̘͙̺̤̯̬̯͖̳̖̰͉̙̻̳̬̭̫̎̎͒͐́͗̈́̏̆̀̓͗͐̚͠

If one of the things you wanted was a front row seat, I will gladly provide you a TV as I go off. But even that will be edited, I’m afraid. My magic just doesn’t work well with technology sometimes - the more power being used, the harder it is for cameras to stay rolling. But that’s okay - you probably don’t actually want to see everything anyway. Don’t worry too much though - I do go to RSA after all! It’s not like I’m going to kill them.

If you try to convince me to not go after the… D̶̹̠͈̤̼͎̻͓̹̗̮̺̠̳̙͎̜̋Ȩ̶̝͔̮͇̱̫̯͈̲͔̣̞̱̌̈́͝͠T̷̡̨̧̛̥̫͕̜̗̝̳͓͓͈̩̉͆̋̇̓̈́̄̿̕͝A̶̧̟̝̱̹̞̞̦̭̜̲̅̾̊̏̓̓͌̔̈̎̐̕͜͜͝Į̷̨̰̞͇̪̖̲̼̞͎̭̘͈̖̐͜ͅL̴̛̟̳̓͊̀̓͗̍̕͜͝S̷̘͍̜͎̹̻̜̟̻̮̖̟͔̹̋͗͊́̏̆̔̒̉̽͜͠… whether I listen will depend on what they did. I may listen to you and let them go for now. Or I may simply smile at you, cuddle with you, purr lightly, hum a lullaby until you give into the siren song of sleep… then slip out of your impromptu comfort nest and go after them in the darkness of the night while you sleep dreamlessly and safely in my Wood.

Cats, no matter how supposedly domesticated, are predators, hunters, at heart.

Ą̶̤̮̬̯̹̝͙͎̪̰̟̅͐̆̿͌̔̊̔͒̒̃͗̈́̑̕͜͠n̵̡̖̫͔͎̲̼̼̩̩̍͛́̀͋̐́̈́d̴̪̜̱̫͎͙̻̗̬͍̹̄͂̀̎̂͑̀̽̚͝ ̵̛̳͌͋̂͗͛́͋̊͑Ĩ̴̪̠̞͉̞̞͕̈͆ͅ ̵̹̗̣͆̍̉̈̒a̸̡̺̭̩̣͈̯̯̾̂̑̑͠m̷̢̛͍͖͇͔̲̯̦̌͂̏͘ ̶͚̫͂̋͌̕͜ṫ̴̥̋̌͂̽͒h̵̛̫͍̹͙̤̪̓̾͘è̴̲͇̹͊̑̐ ̵̢̮̓̍̊̅̋̿Ć̵̢̗̘̜͓̫̥͊͌͋̌̏̇̿͘ḩ̶͇̥̲̗͎̭̋̉̍̂̑̋̚̚͜e̴̢̖̙̩̽̿s̶̢͇̤̺̘̯̬̘̠̋̎h̷̰̽̕i̷̫̊̔͌̉̓r̸̢̬̗͚͉̳͎͌͗̒̎̄̏͒e̶̛̻̪̹̖̮͖̋̓̍̽̉́ ̴̧̨̼̝̦̮̫̯̫̈́̍͌̒̍̈́̅͘C̶̡̛̠͚͓͎̈́̑̃͊́̏̕ͅą̶̖̘̱̖̫͒̈͘ẗ̴̨̠͙̳́̈̅̂͂̚͝.̸̧̨̧̤̖̹̘͌́̿̈́͠

I̵̟̮͍̰̝͌ ̷̧̺̪̙̾̂̉̕n̴̗̼̿̈́̉̿̎̄ē̵̠̦̤̘̻̑́͐̈́v̶̘̳͈́̅͊̎̍͠e̴̡̿̓͋r̴��̟̳̭̘͋͑̚ ̸̙̞̋̈d̶͎̦̩̥̣̀́͑̄̚̚i̶̢̮̻͂̈́͂̕ͅd̴͈̜̩͐͐̾̃̊͝ͅ ̸͓̟̱͊̀̍̈́͌̒͜ͅp̷̨̗̩̪͛́̓͘̕r̷̠̜͉͉̪͑̽́̋̎ơ̵͓̝̗̯̏̓̃́̄͜m̶̮̜͎͚͔̈́͛̀̚i̵̦̲͙͉̱͒̽͜s̸̡̢̺̙͚͐ę̸̫͓́ ̵̙̞͍̮̲̒ẏ̵̞̦͖͙̒̃͛̚o̴͈̩̅̀͛̀͘͝ȗ̸͍͉̦̟̗͎̓͋̑ ̸̹̤̞̟̃͂̓̒ạ̴̡̛͎͊̿͛ṋ̷͊͊̿y̵̨̘̩̣͗̃ẗ̸̺̦͎̩̫́̍̆̍͝h̷̜̹̘̄̇́̇i̵̟̿ͅͅn̸̮͔̤͗ͅg̸̺̍͋,̶͇̤͇̀ ̴̟̣̈́̒͘D̸̟͍̖͕̎ͅa̵̪̎̎͊͌r̴̪̒̑́̚͜l̶̬̹̔̀̔̃͆i̴͔̺͗̈̈́͠n̴͔͇̋͒͝.̶̦̞̻͛͊

B̵̢͆ů̶͚t̵̻͊ ̷͚̑I̶̮͝ ̸̬͗w̴̨͝i̴̜̓l̸̬͒l̴̗͌ ̸̯̾h̸͎̕a̷͙̐p̴̪͊p̸͉̕ḯ̶̯l̷̥̅ỳ̴̪ ̸̺̓p̸̪̿r̶̫͌õ̶̠m̵͈̄ḭ̸̂s̸͖̋ȩ̷̃ ̸̢͠y̴͈̑o̸̘̔u̵̦͘ ̷̬̅t̸̼̕ẖ̵̀ā̸̮t̶̜͒ ̷̪͂t̷̨̄h̵͙̚e̷̙̓y̸̳͒ ̷̮̀w̵̛̲i̶̢̊l̷͚̔l̷͓͠ ̶̰̋ñ̵̥e̵̫͝v̸̜̒ḙ̸̔ŗ̴͌ ̸͎̃b̵̡̈́o̸̮͂t̴̨͑h̸̙̒ë̵̠́r̴͖̓ ̵̥̒y̵̼̎ǫ̵͋ü̵̖ ̷̦̈́a̸̡̓g̴͍͠a̴̟͛i̴͉̚n̴͇̂.̵̹͠ ̶̬͝

But this is all hypothetical, because you are just asking and are not actually hurt and crying and just pretending to be fine…

Correct? :)

[soleil-in-the-sky]

Are you trying to give your OCs something to wear but feel that all you do has no style? Have you scoured the internet for clothing design tutorials and still cant come up with anything you like? Many years ago, I had this problem. I now know that while I knew the basics of clothing design, I did not know how to IMPLEMENT them because I had zero fashion vocabulary! I finally solved this by creating........

My clothing design inspiration board! It has a bunch of different types of clothes, accessories, patterns, and the like!

As a bonus, below the read more are some clothing/costume design advice primarily for character design purposes!

These are (sorta) recreations of notes—made for the general ideas section—which are currently impossible to find (though the advice below has more thoughts.) never mind guys i found them so now this post is gonna be a bit disjointed cause im just gonna slap in any unique advice from there. on top of the fact this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 thousand years. so, if this is hard to understand tell me and i will make a new version with a more unified and serious writing style.

first two-and-a-half advice were written yesterday who knows how long ago on pinterest, thats why they sound so informal. actually the whole post is so informal wow

Varied wardrobe:

[Title: Varied wardrobe]. If you have the time, give your characters different outfits! That can tell us so much more! (Not part of OG notes, but giving OCs different outfits for different situations can reveal stuff about different sides or layers of their personalities/headspaces! You can also just give them a wardrobe of different clothes. Either way, you can have different outfits have similar silhouettes and/or shapes, or have them be completely different, which could be used for a purpose like what I talked about above.)

Layers:

[Title: Layers]. Layers........... layeersssss....... yes.......... uhhh, yea I love layers (this is def not what i sounded like in the OG note) So layers! They make your outfits more interesting! They're really cool and, in my opinion, they make outfits feel more real. Also they give you an excuse to go crazy go stupid with clothing designs hahahahahaha brb im gonna go put 5 shirts on my OC plus 50 scarves and 2 hats (DEF not what I said in the OG notes its been a while and i have a lot more thoughts about this now)

ok and some thoughts from the original notes: Layering can tell us a lot about your character. You can even merge different clothing items! Think about it: short sleeves on long sleeves can make for a unique touch on an otherwise boring shirt. Go ham on the combinations!

Research (this one's important):

[Title: Research (this one's important)]. Research is cool! Look at all those buttons [, click: here: for link], no wonder there was a button shortage. Also obviously you have to research stuff before writing about another culture otherwise its gonna be some inaccurate crap. a well researched portrayal will be way more interesting and research (at least for me) can be rewarding in general. But you can also do research on time periods, jobs, and more! Research can be intimidating, but sometimes, you just gotta do it. And as I said about well-researched portrayals being more interesting, researching can give you ideas you would've never thought about [, click: here: for link to source]. Told ya research makes stuff more interesting. (really realizing these are more than just recaps, wow. im even citing crap.) So yeah, research is important for many aspects of storytelling, including costuming, and even if it's scary, your future self will thank you.

Imagery:

[Title: Imagery]. This is where you unleash your inner English teacher. You slap some object's shape, pattern, image, etc. somewhere to represent something. It could represent some deep-seated secret of the character, but it doesn't even have to be deep. It may just be a simple reference to a personality trait. Where you put the symbolism can also mean different things, like for example, hearts on a character are usually positive symbolism, but a heart on the sole of a shoe can, if you so desire, mean the character crushes others dreams.

Clothing variations:

[Title: Clothing variations]. Just look at this [, click: here: for link to an image of variations of vests]. Details. You can change them. All the details. Play around with them. Go even further, change the details no one notices. Have you ever seen a denim shirt? No? Make it happen. Make all those weird things happen. Yeah, that's it really.

Details:

[Title: Details]. (literally just copy-pasting the original note apart from maybe one awkward word replaced) Simple details like buttons, hemlines, lace or pleats can make your outfit feel all the more real. The possibilities are endless for such small add-ons.

Don't limit yourself to one type of anything, it's why I made this board! (Other than my own lack of ideas.) For example, learning to draw pockets is cool and all, but are you sure that's all you can do? I have a whole section for them!

So yeah that's it. I am tired and this post is very disjointed.

[matchagyudon]

The Great War in the Land of Hearts

Keisuke Baji くっそお、あの鬼教師 明日1時間目から小テストってなんだよ！ Damn, that teacher is a demon. The hell’re you doing, giving us a pop quiz during first period tomorrow!

Keisuke Baji はぁ・・・これ以上留年するわけにはいかねぇからな テスト範囲、勉強するしかねぇな Haaah… I can’t repeat another year anymore… I guess I got no choice but to study for it.

Keisuke Baji 教科書持って帰ってきてたよな〜 ん？なんだ、カバンに本が入ってる・・・『不思議の国のアリス』？ I left my textbook at home, didn’t I… Hm? What’s this book doing in my bag… “Alice in Wonderland”?

Keisuke Baji オレのじゃねぇし多分ガッコーのだよな… 明日戻しに行くか This ain’t mine, probably the school’s… I’ll give it back tomorrow.

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Keisuke Baji … ん… まぶしい朝？オレ途中で寝ちまったのか？ … Ugh… Why is it so bright? Did I pass out on the way home?

Keisuke Baji はあ！？どこだここ・・・寝てる間に移動し��のか・・・！？ The hell!? Where is this… Was I sleepwalking…!?

Keisuke Baji ん？なんか体もちっさくねぇか？ 髪も・・つーかなんだこの帽子！？ 格好も！！ Huh? Why is my body so small? Somethin’ on my head… what’s with this hat!? And my outfit!!

Keisuke Baji 意味がわかんねぇー I dunno what’s goin’ on--

Keisuke Baji なんか腹減ったな この辺のキノコたべれっかな Damn, I’m feelin’ kinda hungry. Guess I’ll eat this weird-lookin’ mushroom.

Keisuke Baji ーパク Chomp.

Keisuke Baji う～ん・・・味はイマイチ Mmmm… Kinda tastes weird.

Takashi Mitsuya オマエ！！！ 今、そこのキノコを食べたのか！？ Hey, you!!! Did you eat that mushroom just now!?

Keisuke Baji ん？そうだけど 誰だテメェ Huh? Yeah, but who the hell are you?

Takashi Mitsuya そいつは毒キノコだ 食べると笑いが止まらなくなる！！ That mushroom’s poisonous, If you eat it, you won’t be able to stop laughing!!

Keisuke Baji 毒キノコ～？ うんなわけ•••••• A poisonous mushroom? You’re shittin me….

Keisuke Baji アハハハハハハハ！！！ なん、ハハ、笑いがアハハハ、とまんねぇ！！アハ！ Hahahahahaha!!! What-- haha-- I can’t stop-- hahaha-- laughing!! Haha!

Takashi Mitsuya ちょっと、待て解毒剤持ってるから・・・・・.. これだ、ほら飲め Hold on, I’ve got an antitode here… Here, drink up.

Keisuke Baji ーゴクリ Gulp

Keisuke Baji ハァ～！！！！ 止まった～～ Haaah!!! It stopped~

Keisuke Baji サンキューな！助かったぜ Thanks man! You saved me there.

Takashi Mitsuya いいさ、これからは無闇やたらとキノコを食うんじゃねぇぞ From now on, you shouldn’t eat weird mushrooms.

Keisuke Baji そうするわ You got it.

Spades Soldier なんか笑い声が聞こえると思って来て みたら… I thought I heard someone laughing…

Spades Soldier テメェーら、オレらスペード団のシマで何やってんだ？ What are you guys doing on Spade territory?

Takashi Mitsuya チッ、スペード団か今は会いたくなかったな Tch, damn Spades, I didn’t wanna get involved with them.

Keisuke Baji なんだ？オマエの敵か？ What, these guys your enemies?

Takashi Mitsuya 敵…まぁそんなところだな この辺を荒らしまわってるタチの悪い 奴らでさ Enemies… Yeah, I guess it’s something like that. These guys are up to no good, makin’ a mess of things around here.

Takashi Mitsuya 危ねぇからオマエは下がってろ They’re dangerous, so you better stay back.

Keisuke Baji 相手、3人もいるじゃねぇか There’s 3 of them, though?

Takashi Mitsuya このくらいちょうどいいハンデだ It’s just the perfect handicap for them.

Keisuke Baji ハハ、そうかよ Haha, is that so.

Keisuke Baji けど、さっきの礼もあるしな見てるだけってのも性に合わねぇオレも一緒に戦うぜ！！ But, I’ve still gotta thank you, so I ain’t just gonna sit here and watch-- I’ll fight with ya!!

Takashi Mitsuya オマエ、やるな！ Great job man!

Keisuke Baji そっちこそ、なかなかやるじゃねーか！ Same to you, you’re pretty good yourself!

Spades Soldier ・・・・・・勝った気になってんじゃねぇぞ …….. You haven’t won yet.

Keisuke Baji あぁ？ まだやられ足りなかったか？ Haaah? What, you still haven’t gotten your ass beat enough?

Takashi Mitsuya オイ、あそこ見る！ どうやら仲間を呼んでたみたいだ Hey, look over there! Looks like they’ve called over their buddies here.

Keisuke Baji チッ、いつの間に・・・ 2人相手に何人味方んでんだよ Tch, when did they… How many people do they need to fight the two of us…

Spades Soldier 形勢逆転ってな！！！ もうテメェらは終わりだ！！！ Now the tables have turned!!! This is the end for you guys!!!

??? オラッ！！ Oraaaaa!!

Spades Soldier ガハッ！！！ Gahhh!!!

Manjiro Sano よっ、助太刀するぜ！ Yo, help is here!

Keisuke Baji 誰だオマエ Who is this guy?

Takashi Mitsuya マイキー！ Mikey!

Keisuke Baji マイキー？ オマエの仲間か？ Mikey? This your friend?

Ken Ryuguji Can’t we chitchat later?

Haruki Hayashida まずはこいつら倒すのが先だろ We’ve gotta take down these guys first.

Keisuke Baji そうだな！！ Yeah!! …

Keisuke Baji オマエら強ぇーな あっという間に全滅じゃねぇーか You guys are pretty strong. They were all wiped out in an instand.

Haruki Hayashida 当たり前だろ オレらハート団がこんな奴らに負けるかよ！！ Of course, there’s no way the Hearts are gonna lose to a bunch of losers like them!!

Keisuke Baji ハート団？ Hearts?

Ken Ryuguji なぁ三ツ谷、こいつ誰だよ Hey Mitsuya, who’s this?

Takashi Mitsuya あぁ、スペード団に遭遇したところ一緒に戦ってくれてさ Ah, I ran into him here on the Spades territory, and we ended up fighting together.

Takashi Mitsuya マイキー、こいつスゲー強いよ Mikey, this guy’s strong, y’know.

Manjiro Sano オマエ、名前は？ You, what’s your name?

Keisuke Baji 場地圭介だ It’s Keisuke Baji.

Manjiro Sano 場地 オマエ、ハート団に入れよ Baji… Join the Hearts.

Keisuke Baji はあ！？入れって急に言われても・・・てか、ハート団って何なんだよ Haah!? You want me to join just like that… but hold on, who even are you guys?

Haruki Hayashida オマエ、ハート団を知らねぇのか！？ 無敵のマイキー率いるハート団だぜ！? You don’t know who the Hearts are!? Don’t you know the Invincible Mikey leads the Hearts?!

Keisuke Baji 聞いたことねぇな Never heard of you.

Ken Ryuguji さっき戦ってたスペード団 あいつらのせいで、困ってる奴が多いんだ The guys we just fought, the Spades, those are the ones causing a bunch of troubles around here.

Ken Ryuguji そのスペード団をぶっ潰すために結成したのがハート団だ And the Hearts were created to take down the Spades.

Keisuke Baji なるほどな I see now.

Manjiro Sano どう？入る気になった？ オマエなら歓迎する So? You gonna join us? You’re welcome here.

Keisuke Baji 歓迎するって・・.. 今日会ったばっかでいいのかよ Welcome, huh… Even though we just met today?

Manjiro Sano 一緒に戦えばなんとなくわかるだろ オマエは…..なんか面白そうだ！ You’ll see what I mean if you fight with us. After all… you’re kind of an interesting person!

Keisuke Baji なんだよそれ What is that supposed to mean…

Keisuke Baji まあ、別に目的もないし入るとするか、ハート団に Well, I guess I’m not really doing anything, so I’ll join you guys.

Manjiro Sano じゃあ、新メンバーも入ったことださっそく行くとするか Since we’ve got our newbie, let’s get going!

Manjiro Sano スペード団、ぶっ潰しに！ Let’s go beat those sorry Spades’ asses!

Draken, Mitsuya, Pah-Chin おー！ Hell yeah!

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[sillygoofyqueer]

projecting all my past and future period cramps onto jun wu

HAHAHAHAHAHA, I'll join you in that - let him feel the force of a gut punch every time he tries to so much as breathe, let alone move.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Gale Cleven strikes me as the sorta man who gives you a minute to realize he can see into your soul but then this look comes across his face where you can see him choosing not to comment so he says something asinine like “save me a turnip” in a tone of voice that practically says “it’s called a period Lu, for gods sake honey” and then he moves on, smirk in place, and it’s both reassuring and teasing all at once and it’s hard to write that out but I can hear him so clearly in my head it’s just how it goes

HELLO?! HELLO!! read this to me at my funeral pls.

Oh stop it hahahahahaha

[novaae]

hahahahahaha blue period is so funny its such a relief high school artists juggling dreams and reality dont exist irl lmaoooo

[coffee-or-murder]

Character Ask Game: For Lemon: Objects (16), Food and Drink (3, 16), Community and Relationships (11), Mind Body and Soul (20), Hobbies and Activities (7)

For Lemon:  📦16. Is your character willing to ask for things? Hahahahahaha no. Jokes aside there is a very specific category of things Lemon is comfortable outright asking for, and most of them involve it affecting someone else and not herself. For example she could ask Cael for spare bandages to help patch up another party member, but she couldn’t ask for them for herself. As long as the item is to help someone else she can do it. If it’s just for Herself though she’s significantly less likely to ask at all. We’ll have to see how her reincarnation affects that going forward ;D

🍽️3. Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try? Bugs. Any of them, but especially the squishy ones or the ones with long legs. Freaks her right the fuck out. She refuses to eat a spider at all. Period. She’ll starve or wait until she can switch her spells out to make food instead thank you very much.  

🍽️16. Is there a food texture your character doesn't like? Honestly? Not really. She’s not the biggest fan of grainy textures, but texture overall doesn’t bother her much in the long run! Texture for sure impacts the experience of eating, but it certainly won’t totally ruin it for her if the taste is still good!

🤝11. Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured? Yes and no. Yes because she’s sure some family and Nick and maybe Isgrac would be worried for a bit if it was a Really Bad Injury, but mostly no because…she’s a healer? Most of her injuries she can fix herself (I say, as she’s currently dead because she didn’t have the correct spell ready to stop her from poofing from mummy rot, but this is Lemon’s Thoughts not mine wheeze), so in her mind she assumes most people would just….tell her to heal herself? She’s never really been fussed over like that since she got her healing magic, especially since with her family at least she would just heal herself before they could see she was injured to start with.

💓20. Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome? Bugs are yet again on the answer list lol. She so badly wants to get over her fear of spiders at least. Even if she can’t get over any other bug she wants to get over the spider fear because it’s been a problem with some of their jobs before, and she doesn’t want to be a burden >>’ 

🎲 7. What is a talent that your character is proud of? This requires Lemon to think well of herself, which is a big ask BUT I think she’s pretty proud of her cooking and baking skills. She doesn’t really see herself as being Talented as much as she sees herself as a hard worker though.