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fangirl-creates · 4 years ago

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ZERO OVER YONDER (FULL FIC)

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1 - Banjo Pluck

“Look, all I’m saying is—would it kill Rippen to just have a little chill once in a while?” The red-headed boy vented to his friends as they walked to the movie theater.

“Penn, Rippen is Rippen. Of course he’s still gonna be rude to you when we’re not saving the Multiverse.” Sashi commented, wanting desperately to hear the end of these complaints spilling out of Penn’s mouth.

“Well yeah, obviously. But today, there was just no end to it! Like even when I was eating lunch, BAM! There he was!” He folded his arms, his face turning about as red as his hair at this point.

Rippen had definitely been more annoying than usual today. The reason? Probably having a bad day and picking on Penn was the only thing that would bring him ‘joy’...if you’d even call it that. And even though Penn had learned to ignore Rippen during times like these, today was one of those ‘impatient’ days for Penn Zero—considering the fact he had stayed up till 3am last night on a count of The Chinchilla bothering him again.

“Don’t worry about it, dude.” Boone put his arm around his friend, patting his back. “I’m sure beating Rippen again will put you in a good mood. Think of it as a way to get back at him.”

“Yeah!” Sashi chimed in. “I’ll even let you kick him in the face this time.” She smiled.

Penn felt a little better, the red from his face fading away. “Thanks, guys.”

The trio stepped onto their usual spots on the zap platform, Penn cracking his knuckles.

“I’m really gonna let him have it today.” He grinned between his teeth.

“Violence must wait till tomorrow!” Phyllis called from her spot on the balcony.

Penn titled his head. “...I don’t understand.”

“You will see.” She pulled the lever, the trio levitating as they were forced into the portal. “GOOD LUCK!”

After the brilliant blue flash, Penn opened his eyes. Space. He saw Space. Below him was the material of some kind of smaller planet he stood on—“Purple-colored dirt” in his Earth vocabulary. But that wasn’t the thing that surprised him...it was the body he was in. It was weirdly insulating, like a very thick fur coat—that’s when he realized he was covered in it. Orange fur coated him from head to toe. The only articles of clothing he was actually wearing were white socks and some slightly worn blue sneakers. He felt..uncomfortable.

“Penn?” Sashi’s voice made itself known.

Penn looked up, a bit surprised she was taller than him now. “Sashi! You’re a—uh….” He studied his friend’s new look. She was blue with a pink mane—yet her body itself was a cross between a horse and a dinosaur. He shrugged it off. “Never mind.” He looked around for the Wiseman. “Where’s Boone?”

“Right here!” A confident voice called, Penn searching for the source.

“Boone? Where are-” He noticed Sashi pointing above his head, to which he realized he was wearing a hat as well. He took it off to find the rather large green hat staring back at him. “Oh.”

“Oh yeah. I definitely feel like a wiseman now…”

“Cause you were on my head and you feel like you can give me knowledge that way.” Penn raised a brow.

Boone did what was an attempted shrug. “Who knows...maybe I’m magic.”

Penn rolled his eyes, placing Boone back on his head. “Okay Sash, check the specs.”

Sashi pressed the side of her glasses, which were now a dark purple to complement the colors of her new form. The holographic image showed up in front of them. “You are a wandering Do-Gooder, and I am your trusty steed and best friend.”

“What about me?” Boone asked, feeling a little left out.

“You’re his hat.” ….She didn’t add anything else.

“Well, I still think I might be magic.” He looked away. “You two just don’t know it yet.”

Sashi rolled her eyes. “Annnnyway, the evil Lord Hater is planning to conquer another innocent planet with his army of Watchdogs. It’s up to us to stop him before he manages to leave the planet successful.” Normally, this was the part where the hologram would disappear, but it lingered.

“All right! Sounds easy enough.” Penn pounded his fists together. “I’ll admit, this body is a little on the weaker side, but I can still give Rippen a good fi-”

“Actually, you can’t use violence at all. I’m the one who can fight them. You stop bad guys by...being nice.” Now the hologram was gone.

Penn suddenly understood what Phyllis meant earlier...and he hated it. “I...I can’t fight him?! Seriously??” His face was turning red again, yet it was hard to tell with the orange fur. “So not only does Rippen get away with all the stuff he did to me today, but now I can’t even GET HIM BACK?!”

“No one said you can’t get him back—you just can’t beat him up.” Sashi folded her arms.

“...Can I at least punch him?”

“No. You’ll ruin the hero’s image.”

Penn covered his face with hands, a muffled scream. He then took a deep breath, calming himself. Thankfully for him, this body seemed to have a very calm mindset...that, and really cheerful one. “Okay...okay, I’ll do my best…for the sake of the mission, and because I don’t want to accidentally break something.” He hopped onto the saddle on Sashi’s back.

“Good choice.” Sashi nodded. “Now how do we get out of here?”

“Don’t look at me—what the??” A small bottle fell onto the ground. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a container for bubble blowing, but it read ‘Orbble juice’, with instructions on the back. Penn shrugged and pulled the wand out, blowing as a large air-tight bubble formed around them, lifting them off the ground. “Now we’re talking!” He yelled out into the bubble, cheerfully. “HEIGH-HO, SYLVIA!”

Sashi and Boone both looked at him.

Penn blinked, not sure what came over him. “S-Sashi...I meant Sashi. Oh, that was weird.”

Thankfully, it was quickly forgotten by the trio, heading on their way to their next destination…

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2 - A Hero’s Image

Rippen looked at himself in the mirror. In all his years as a Part-Time Villain, he had only been a skeleton once. And even then, it was only for a couple minutes. The complete lack of skin made him feel...exposed. But at the same time, the bone seemed hard as nails, so there was that.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted, however, by the rambles of his cheerful minion—who was in the body of a Commander with the exact opposite personality. But that didn’t affect Larry in the slightest. “Isn’t this eyeball head weird? I mean I’m talking, but there’s no mouth! How crazy is that?” He laughed. “How do people even know when I’m speaking?”

Rippen rolled his eyes. “Your pupil moves, Larry.”

Larry looked in the mirror, expressing a smile as much as a watchdog could to the best of their abilities. “Heh, it’s kinda funny how it bounces like that.”

“Can we get on with it, then?” He was having an exceptionally good day...as far as Rippen’s standards go. And he didn’t want this good mood to go to waste.

“Right, right...sorry.” He laughed softly, pressing the side of his glasses, which were now yellow and only one square instead of two. “Okay, you are the evil Lord Hater and I am your Second in Command. Our Mission is to conquer another poor innocent planet before Penn stops you with-” Larry paused, unsure he was reading this right.

“With what? Come on, spit it out.” Rippen pestered.

“Um...friendship.”

Rippen blinked, a bit stunned by what Larry just said. “Maybe it's the lack of ears that makes it hard for me to hear you, but did you say…‘Friendship’?”

“Yep. He’s supposed to be nice to you.” Larry nodded.

Rippen was silent for a moment, then he burst out laughing. “Penn Zero’s forced to be nice to me!” He laughed again. “If we’re lucky, he’ll break under the pressure, completely ruining the hero’s image! And then I can finally become a Full-Time Villain!” When he laughed a third time, however, green lighting shot from his fingertips as he made a ‘rock n roll’ gesture with both of his hands.

Larry narrowly avoided it, but some watchdogs down the hall weren’t so lucky; loud yelps followed by groaning were heard after getting zapped.

“Wait..what just happened?” Rippen looked at the gesture he was making, a bit confused.

“Oh yeah, you got cool lightning powers! I forgot to tell you that…” Larry attempted a smile again.

For once in his life, Rippen was filled with the absolute confidence that this time...this time, he could not only win...but finally annihilate Penn Zero. He laughed one more time, green lighting sparking around him. “This is it, Larry! Victory is finally at hand!”

Friendship...of all the things. He had been nice to Rippen before, sure, but that was often out of pity...or on rare occasions, when he genuinely felt sorry for him. But this was the first time he was forced to do it. And that fact made him upset. Heck, even the phrase ‘Kill em with Kindness’ was starting to sound not understandable anymore. He glanced at Sashi. “Soooo, this whole ‘friendship’ thing…”

Sashi’s eyes met his, despite being focused on the destination.

“Is he like...allergic to it or something? Is he gonna melt if I hug him??”

“No. You’re just being nice to him...for the 100th time.” She mumbled under her breath.

“I know, I know...it’s just...what’s the point of being nice to your enemy if they’re just gonna continue to do you harm? How is this furball even still alive after constantly clashing with this guy?”

It Never hurts to Help. A little voice said in the back of his mind.

Penn blinked. “Boone, did you say something?” He glanced up.

“Uhh no?”

He scratched his head, thinking. If he was really gonna do this, he was gonna do it right. But how?

As if on cue, Boone jumped up, a Banjo seemingly appearing out of nowhere, landing in Penn’s hands. He stared at it. “Uhhh Boone...where did this come from?” He looked up.

Boone just gasped in response. “I AM magic!!” He said triumphantly.

Penn rolled his eyes, holding the banjo awkwardly. When it came to music, Penn considered himself more of a singer than anything else. But Instruments were not his strong suit...still, this Banjo didn’t look unimportant. He held it the right way, his fingers dancing along the frets. And then, as if on command…he started playing. It wasn’t a specific song or anything too complex, just a simple melody that made his friends smile as he continued. It was so strange...he had never played the banjo before, and here he was; playing it like he’d had years of practice. He was so lost in song, that he didn’t realize he was moving around while he did so. Luckily, they had found their destination before Rippen did, so Sashi was able to land on the ground, giving Penn freedom to do...whatever he was doing.

Sashi was amused by this. She had seen Penn dance before, but this was nothing like how he normally did it. This kind of dancing was silly, almost...cartoonish. What was even funnier was that not only did he dance in tune to the music, but he sang along to it as well. Well...more like sing-talking gibberish. Regardless, he seemed really into it. In fact, he got faster with each ‘verse’. It got to a point where he was strumming so fast, one would think the banjo was going to catch fire.

Penn’s chest went up and down as he breathed heavily, stopping finally. The sound of Sashi clapping caught his attention and he immediately realized what was going on. “O-Oh...yeah I didn’t mean to do any of that….” He blushed.

“It was cute.” Sashi commented. “But, you know, like in a funny kind of way.”

“Yeah, But not so good for me…” Boone managed, feeling a bit dizzy from Penn’s rapid dancing and spinning.

Penn cringed. “Ohh oh no. Do you need a minute? Do hats even get sick??” He thought about it for a second. Unfortunately, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud THUD.

All three turned to see a giant Skull Ship land on the planet’s surface. It opened its mouth, a large tongue landing down as watchdogs began to march in formation, chanting ‘Hate’s Great, Best Villain!’ as they did.

Penn watched, standing proudly as he held the banjo close. “Alright…” He took a deep breath. “Time to go to work.”

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3 - Never Hurts to Help

It didn’t take long for Rippen to get the Watchdogs out, the inhabitants of the planet already running away in fear. The Do-Gooders were behind a rather large rock. Not the best hiding spot, but a good temporary one.

“Okay, Sash. That’s your cue.”

Sashi cracked her knuckles, but glanced at her friends before she ran off. “I know you can do this, PZ.” Then she was gone—charging into a group of Watchdogs.

Penn watched, taking a deep breath.

“So what are you gonna do?” Boone asked.

Penn hesitated. “Honestly, I have no idea.” He remembered what Sashi had said earlier...No one said you couldn’t get back at Rippen—you just can’t beat him up. Penn remembered how annoying Rippen was earlier...and for some reason, the mindset of this body seemed to know exactly how to annoy him back. A smirk appeared on his face as he ran to find his enemy.

Rippen was having the time of his life, blasting back at forth. What felt even better was that the creatures feared him the closer he got. He didn’t even care Sashi was punching the Watchdogs left and right—as long as he got his reward, he didn’t care what else went wrong.

“Havin’ fun, Rippen?”

And there it was.

Rippen turned to face the orange ball of fur, a cackle at how tall he was compared to the do-gooder. “Well, Well, Well! If it isn’t Penn Zero!” He raised his hands, pointing them at him as green lighting charged between his fingers—the soft glow illuminating on everyone close enough to see. “I know all about this little requirement of your’s to not hurt me-! So now I only have one thing to say to you—!”

Penn’s heart pounded in his chest. Best case scenario, the plan worked. Worst case scenario, Rippen blasts him into the next dimension.

“—Are you ready to meet your demise?”

Penn cleared his throat, standing casually. “Actually, Rippen ol’ Buddy, I’ve got a question for you.” He sounded so calm despite the fear inside of him.

Rippen raised part of his brow, staring down at his enemy. This day had been going so well for him. And if he destroyed him without hearing the question at all, it would haunt him forever. Rippen shrugged, not letting his guard down. “You know what? Ask away!”

Penn breathed a small sigh of relief, taking a step back. “Well I was just thinking...you must be hungry after this...invasion thing.”

Though he didn’t want to admit it, Rippen was starving. He didn’t understand why, but this body had the need to consume every junk food imaginable. And everything it craved, Rippen had never touched in his life. He made a slightly annoyed face at Penn. “Why would it matter to you?”

“Oh no reason…” He pulled out two sandwiches from behind his back. “Just that...uh..got some sandwiches here. Hate for them to go to waste…” He mocked, waving the scent around Rippen’s nonexistent nose. “Truly...truly a shame.”

Rippen’s stomach made probably one of the loudest sounds a stomach was capable of making—strange, considering Skeletons didn’t even have stomachs. He tried to keep his eyes off the two sandwiches, but it was impossible. “Ugh! Just give them to me—!” He tried to reach, but Penn jumped back.

“What’s that? You do want these?” He grinned. “Well, would you prefer—” He threw the first sandwich at Rippen’s face. “Mustard-?” He jumped over Rippen, throwing the other sandwich on his face when he turned around. “-or Mayo?!” He laughed, landing on his feet.

Rippen angrily wiped the sandwiches from his face, staring at Penn with a piercing glare.

Instead of a rude gesture, Penn stuck out his tongue in a playful manner, his legs speeding up. “Come and get me!” And he was gone.

Rippen didn’t know why, but every voice in the back of his head screamed ‘GET HIM!’ no matter what. And that’s exactly what he did. He ran, screaming at the top of his...lungs? Whatever skeletons have.

Penn pulled out the banjo as he ran, turning around as he was now jogging backwards. “How about a little chase music?” He smiled, strumming rather fast. The music seemed to be annoying Rippen even more, which meant it was working.

Meanwhile, Sashi had already beaten up all the Watchdogs while Rippen was distracted. Larry was too busy watching Rippen chase Penn around to notice. Something about it made him want to sigh. He was...disappointed in Rippen?? He shivered, hoping he’d never get that feeling again.

At this point, Rippen was exhausted. He clawed at the ground, now laying on his stomach. Penn, however, didn’t feel tired at all. He felt as though he could run a marathon in seconds. Eventually, he stopped running and walked right over to Rippen, bending down so they were at eye level once more. He put his hands behind his back, a smug look on his face.

“You uh..you doing okay?” He raised a brow.

Rippen wheezed, trying to stand. “W...Watchdogs! Get him—!” It wasn’t until he yelled that when he realized they were all defeated, Sashi standing there triumphantly. “NOOO! I WAS SO CLOSE!!” He wheezed again, his face lightly hitting the ground.

Penn felt a little bad for him. He wasn’t sure why the feeling was so sudden, but he didn’t question it. “Look, you seem pretty exhausted, so I’ll just leave this here for you.” He placed one of the mustard sandwiches and a bottle of a soda labeled ‘Thunder Blazz’ in bright yellow bubble letters on the side.

Rippen stared at the food, standing up as he wolfed down the sandwich. He glared at Penn, pointing at him. “This doesn’t make us friends!” He spoke between bites.

Penn made a face. “I uh...I never said that.”

Rippen blinked, shaking his head. “Oh never mind!” He grabbed the soda and angrily trudged back to the skull ship, Larry patting him on the back as they headed inside.

The inhabitants cheered once the skull ship took off, Sashi running to greet her friends. “You did it, Penn!”

“Yeah!” Boone chimed in. “I’m not exactly sure what you did...but you did it!”

Penn’s eyes watched the skull ship fade from view. Why did Rippen retreat? And why did he think he was trying to be his friend? Even with all these questions, Penn still couldn’t help but feel good about himself…

With another blue flash, the trio was pulled back to the movie theater, landing safety back onto their original spots. Penn looked at himself, no longer feeling uncomfortable, but a bit disappointed the cheerful feeling was gone. “That was probably one of the strangest missions ever...but in a good way.” He managed.

“Yeah, wonder what was up with Rippen after we won…” Sashi added, hand on her chin.

“Sometimes,” Phyills started, coming back down from the balcony. “Enemy is just a friend you haven’t made yet.” She looked at Penn. “Remember that, Penn Zero.”

Penn put his hands in his pockets, a smile. “I will.”

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4 - Epilogue

Later that evening, the space duo set up camp for the night. Sylvia was still trying to process exactly what happened earlier. Her fists were sore from punching Watchdogs, when she hadn’t even done that today? Or had she??

Wander, on the other hand, seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Normally, that wasn’t a surprise in Wander’s case, but it definitely was after the events of today.

“I swear,” Sylvia put some wood on the fire, the flames grasping onto it. “My head’s buzzing like a swarm of bees. The whole thing was so weird…” She sat down next to her friend, who was casually resting, playing a happy tune on his banjo. “How are you keeping it all together, buddy? Doesn’t your head hurt?” She asked, concerningly.

The Nomad looked up at her, smiling. “Because I helped someone.”

Sylvia blinked. “So...you remember what happened today?”

“Nope.” He cheerfully responded.

“...then..how do you know if you helped someone or not??”

“Just a hunch.”

Sylvia rolled her eyes, playfully, rustling his fur. “Okay, buddy…”

Deep within the stars, they saw the skull ship pass by, the voice of Lord Hater screaming into the night sky…

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY ATE ONE OF WANDER’S STUPID SANDWICHES!!”

Wander chuckled, yawning as he got into his normal sleeping spot. “Yep, not a bad day…”

Sylvia still couldn’t remember what happened, but regardless of that, she was happy Wander still got to help out someone. And in the end, that was all that matters...

END

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pride-moth · 3 years ago

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Don't hold your head so low that you can't see the sky [Stolitz Week Day 2 - Stargazing]

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Stolas can clear the sky with just a motion of his hand. He can make the clouds give way to the clearest night sky you’ve ever seen, the stars twinkling up above as if they exist only to please. As if they don’t house their own little systems of life and death. As if their only purpose is to make anyone happy who looks at them.

Blitz can’t stand it, not really, the way these magnificent things are reduced to mere overhead decoration in the view of the rich and powerful, how Stolas tries to impress him by showing him the stars and talking about how he even witnessed and participated in some of their creations. For Blitz they’re other worlds, but also merely tiny specs in the night sky that he rarely even has the time to look at.

But Stolas sits right next to him, one arm draped around him and Blitz is too tired to pretend it doesn’t feel at least a little bit good. He’s too tired to pretend he doesn’t want Stolas to touch him, hold him, just be around him while they cool down from one of their sessions that have long stopped only happening on the full moon.

“This is weird,” he comments, with no idea where he wants to go with that thought. It’s true, though, in his mind, that this is a weird situation they’re in. An imp and a Prince, stargazing.

“What do you mean, love?”

Love. Stolas calls him that. As if it doesn’t mean anything, as if that’s just a thing you can call people casually and not have it have consequences. As if that’s a thing you can just call someone and not have their heart skip a beat despite their every effort to stop that from happening.

“I just… Isn’t it weird? You can sit there and look at the stars and you’ve been part of creating them and I sit here and I don’t even know what these fuckers are called?”

“Well, that’s not a problem at all, I can tell you-”

“That’s not what I mean. What I mean is… You were born into all this power and I? I had to work at the circus with my siblings to keep my family afloat. I’ve never even really had time to look at the stars. It’s weird.”

“I suppose you could say that…” Stolas says and ponders it for a moment before snapping back into a smile, “But why does it matter? No matter where you come from and what your circumstances are, the stars shine down upon you in all their beauty all the same.”

Blitz scoffs. “They don’t, though. Most people can’t just make the clouds and the smog go away to look at the stars. Actually, down in Imp City, you can’t even see the stars at all.”

“Take me.”

“Stolas, we just finished, you can’t possibly be horny again.”

Stolas shakes his head quickly, “No, no, no. I mean… Take me down to Imp City. I want to see your night sky.”

Blitz ignores the little flip in his chest to focus on the flaws of the plan. “We can’t do that. You’re seen there and before you’ve taken two steps forward, you’ll either meet a paparazzi or a guillotine.”

“Don’t worry, love, I can disguise myself.” Stolas snaps his fingers and in the blink of an eye he is not the freakishly tall owl demon anymore, he’s red and white and has little curled black-and-white horns between fuzzy white hair. He’s still tall, but for the first time ever he’s not taller than Blitz, just about the same height.

Blitz looks him up and down, takes notice of a little heart-shaped dot under his left eye and can’t help but smile ever so slightly. It takes a few moments for him to regain some of his sarcastic energy. “Okay, fine, that works.” He pauses. “No tricks, though, the clouds stay exactly where they are.”

“Deal,” Stolas says, his voice the only indication that it’s even him in that imp body.

Blitz nods and then drags him out of the palace and onto the streets, to the train station and into a train that Stolas evidently has never seen from the inside.

“Why are we on a train?”

“Because if you’re going to come to Imp City, you should get the full experience. Full streets and smelly trains that are never on time and the simply unreasonable amounts of sweat developed in a train that is just slightly too hot for comfort.”

“You’re too hot for comfort.”

“Focus.”

They ride the train all the way to Imp City, of course delayed by a damaged bit of railway and some idiots blocking the door, but they get there eventually with Stolas moaning and complaining about it the entire way. Blitz doesn’t complain, mostly to save face, though, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t gotten used to the comforts of simply using Stolas’ book for most of his travels.

Finally, the train comes to its last stop and Blitz nearly pushes Stolas out of the train. They’re in the buzzing middle of Imp City, amid stores and homeless people in equal proportion, voices layered on top of voices on top of traffic sounds and sirens and incomprehensibly awful street music. It feels like home every time.

Stolas looks out at the city for a moment. “It’s…” he starts but stops talking.

Blitz braces himself for another complaint, a screed about the royal palace is much more beautiful, more refined, more comfortable.

“It’s beautiful!” Stolas exclaims finally, his eyes sparkling with glee.

“What?”

Stolas gestures vaguely. “It’s so… You, Blitzy!”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s scrappy and dirty and crude and kind of mean-looking, but yet it exists so effortlessly! It stands proudly above all adversity! It might seem superficially ugly, but you look for just a moment, just a little deeper and it’s just beautiful! A thing to behold, truly!”

“That’s-”

“Oh, and the sky, it’s so tranquil. It’s smokey and dark but if you look long enough, you see a star shine through.”

“No, you can’t!” Blitz protests.

“Yes, look!” Stolas points up in the sky. Blitz follows his direction and looks into the sky, but he can’t see shit and the smog that hangs in the air burns in his eyes.

“I don’t see anything.”

“You have to look gently. Take a deep breath. Don’t look for the stars, let them show themselves for you.”

Blitz frowns and keeps staring at the sky, but it’s no use. “Probably just one of your royal superpowers again, seeing stars through clouds and smog and-”

Stolas interrupts him by simply taking his hand. “Trust me.”

“I always trust you,” Blitz says before he can stop himself.

“Then trust me again,” Stolas says, letting go of Blitz’ hand and instead wraps his arm around his waist.

Blitz isn’t used to having Stolas arm there, being that much shorter than him normally. The arm should feel foreign, especially considering it isn’t really Stolas’ arm, but it simply feels warm and comforting.

Stolas puts his lips - that he suddenly has in this form - to Blitz’ ear - and whispers: “Just take a deep breath and look. Calmly. Don’t force it. Just… Look into the world ready to see the stars shine down on you.”

The hot breath against his ear makes Blitz’ heart nearly jump out of his throat but he nods and does what Stolas says.

It takes a moment, but as his heartbeat slows down amidst slow, calm breaths, it feels like the sky opens up above him, despite it being just as filled with smog and clouds as before. He looks and looks, not to find anything but simply to look and then, there it is. A faint twinkle in the night sky.

A star.

Blitz simply looks at it in awe. There it is, a star, twinkling in the night sky through all the clouds, the smog, the light pollution of the big city. Undeterred, defiant. Shining even though it shouldn’t. Unbothered by how its sheer visibility should be impossible.

“I think I love you.” Blitz can’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth, he’s too weak, too small to stop them between the awe-inspiring impossibility of spotting a star in the Imp City night sky and Stolas’ arm around his waist, sheer joy emanating from deep within him.

“Really?” Stolas asks, hesitantly.

Blitz sighs. “Yes. It’s stupid and it’s weird and probably unhealthy considering our social standings, but yes, I think I love you.”

“You’re probably right about it being weird… But I know I love you too. And I want to hold you like this whenever I can. And I want you to do unspeakable things to me not because you get anything out of it, but because you want to. And I-”

“Stolas.”

“No, let me finish.” Stolas breathes in shakily. “I need you to know that I’m not going to hold it against you if you don’t want to be with me. If it’s too weird, if you feel uncomfortable with my status. If you want to stay away from me, forget about me, if you don’t want to deal with the complicated mess that a relationship between us would bring about… I understand. Nothing would break my heart more than you feeling like you’re forced to do… Anything.”

Blitz nods. Then, he thinks for a moment. About the implications, the complications, all the problems it all would bring… Everything between them, it could all turn into disaster in the blink of an eye. But then there’s that single star in the night sky that shouldn’t be visible, but yet it is, as long as you’re willing to look, ready to allow it to be seen. Maybe that’s all love is.

“Yeah, it’s… weird,” he says, but he takes Stolas’ hand, rubs it gently, touches him more gently than perhaps ever before. “But what if we just… This feels stupid, but… What if we just take a deep breath and look into the world ready to see the stars shine down on us?”

Stolas hesitates. “And what if it doesn’t bring joy? What if it all goes wrong?”

“Then we stop and we say goodbye. Maybe that’s what every relationship is. You go into it ready for a spark and if there’s none to be found, you leave. But sometimes… Sometimes there is a spark, even if it shouldn’t be there. Even if it’s...weird.”

Stolas pulls Blitz a bit closer. “That works for me.”

“I love you,” Blitz says, a bit awkwardly, but he feels, deep down, that it’s true.

“I love you, too,” Stolas replies, unwavering.

It’s a beautiful night, even if no one else might see it.

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Crosscurrents [Hoseok x Reader] Part 1

Crosscurrents - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Genre: The Little Mermaid AU | Fantasy AU | Series Pairing: Mermaid!Hoseok x Princess!Reader Featuring: BTS Princes Warnings: Angst, fluff, rated G, sorry no smut, mentions of pain, eventual character death, it’s just a fantasy story. W/C: 6k Summary: Hoseok is a carefree middle child among seven princes, each running one of the seven seas. With a curious nature to study the world above, he makes several routine visits to the surface, once even saving an alluring princess who he grows very smitten by. With a strong determination to meet his lovely princess, Hoseok makes a risky deal with the ocean’s enchantress to become human. Author’s Note: This fic is something I was utterly happy and exited to write. Mermaids and fantasy stories, yippee. Thank you all who support me. Portions of the fic is unedited. 🐚🧜‍♂️

Credits: Story includes strong elements from Hans Christian Andersen’s ‘The Little Mermaid’; Disney’s ‘The Little Mermaid’; and Michiko Yokote’s manga ‘Mermaid Melody’. Beta Reader: @shadowsremedy has helped me with a handful of passages throughout the course of this story, thank you so much.

☀ CROSSCURRENT MASTERLIST ☀

Miles away under the sun-kissed surface of the ocean, where the water is clear as crystal and blue as the contrasting sky above – resided populations of beautiful mythical creatures. Down in the lowest depths, the most scarce of areas that no human would ever dare to scavenge, lived the Mer-people.

Underwater forestry, plants, organisms of wondrous visions illuminating the deepest pits of the oceans. Fishes of all sizes and shapes occupied the area, weaving through the stems and leaves of charted trees along the motion of the currents. Just as birds fly among the surface. Gorgeous sands decorated the floor along with seven separate kingdoms enriched with enchanting palaces, each declaring a claim to their own sea.

Each palace, unique in their own way. Accommodating their surrounding habitats. Each of the seven districts ruled under the marvelous Mer-King, and each sea acquainted a heavenly, handsome prince. Kingdoms decorated with coral walls, sculpted sandstone slates and amber pointed windows. Roofs made from the finest and largest of mussel-shells, clams and hidden glittering pearls and jewels. Stones of riches, easily the most expensive gems that belonged in the pits of the hidden worlds.

The Mer-King seeded the realms with seven little princes who were all very beautiful children in their own distinctive ways. For each Prince, were given a household to look after, to grow up with, and study in practice to control their provinces.

Within the Arctic Ocean, where merfolk varied in shades of murky indigo and dotted with black spots was inhabited by the eldest of sons, Prince Seokjin. The Indian Ocean decorating the waves with scales of vibrant oranges complimented with a singular stripe of white down the backside, consisted Prince Yoongi. The cold of the Antarctic rested Prince Namjoon, along with his kingdom of deep purple-to-silver tailed scaly family. Tails irradiated a glow just like the moon reflecting on water.

Creatures in the North and South Pacific diverse in tropical colors, salmon pink beings belonging to Prince Jimin in the north, and bright crisp yellow folks ruled under the south’s youngest, Prince Jungkook. The last two kingdoms lay in the Atlantic Ocean. Beautiful deep green tails of the north, quipped with touches of holographic shine belonged to Prince Taehyung. Lastly, the region in the South Atlantic was full of rays of aqua blue and speckled with gold – is where Prince Hoseok lives.

Throughout their childhoods, given brief age gaps and the stretch of locations between another, the brothers all grew up together. Frequent visits, family gatherings being a constant presence with the young boys. All merfolk belonged to another, they took after another and populated the sea floor. Fishes would swim up, gently being held, feeding out of the hands of mermaids and mermen. Eventually within a mer-person’s life, they will be acquainted with a creature of any species. A forever buddy that becomes their pet, their friend, and family.

The beauty of the South Atlantic Ocean kingdom with a magnificent palace that had astounding flowers growing between the cracks of the walls in each apartment and room, was decorated with a large garden in the front. Full of dark and iridescent baby-blue trees with fruits that glittered like gold. Matching the specs of gold that embellished the tails of the locals. Flowers blazed with hues of butterscotch yellows, resembling the bright and burning sun from the surface above. Bushes and smaller shrubs matched the color of sulfur.

Hoseok was certainly a singular child, one who was quiet and thoughtful in group settings, but was the loudest and most careless when it came to freedom. His skin was soft and delicate, like the touch of a sunflower leaf. His eyes sparked a deep blue, twisted with an almond mix of brown. His tail was no doubt the most stunning in his sector, outshining others around him, a tell-tailed sign that he was of royalty. But the most notable of signs that screams royalty was the unique earring that never left Hoseok’s lobe.

Each handsome prince was given a dedicated pearl at their coming of age ceremonies, each identifying with their tail color. To which they must protect and kept safe for the sake of their empires. For the fact that these pearls harness great mystical powers, such power compacted within one tiny jewel. But this power could completely destroy a nation if given to the wrong hands, and if their owners neglect their duties.

Nothing pleased Prince Hoseok more than hearing about the unreachable world from above. Human beings who lived on land, not within the sea. Stories fascinated the curious mind of Hoseok, constantly being riddled with tales of these notorious humans. Over time, with the help of Nannies and families, Hoseok’s knowledge grew when it came to the world that was simply out of reach. Ships, towns, land animals, you name it.

Over the course of his younger days, he ventured out into the sea, accompanied by his trusty companion, Kiko – a leafy sea dragon. Together they collected a handful of unknown knick knacks, thingamajigs, and doohickeys that they forged for from shipwrecks. To this day – Hoseok still makes these trips, ventured out further into the sea without supervision, even breaking the surface of the water to catch a glimpse of the amazing world.

Nights where he could sneak away, rise to the surface and lay under the moonlight in the clefts of the rocks. Watching lights from the shoreline flicker dimly, the casted stars sparkling the sky in beautiful constellations.

“It’s so beautiful up here, isn’t it Kiko?” Hoseok spoke towards the leafy sea dragon that circled around his fins which remained dipped in the water. He sighed, breathing in the foreign air, the dryness cutting into his lungs. The wind played with his shaggy hair, his earring dangling along. His eyes set firmly on the coast, waves easing in and out at the ridge of the bay. Everything up here was so unfamiliar to Hoseok, so tempting and entertaining.

“There’s beautiful places all over. And under.” Kiko mused back. Skeptical and cautious as she grew accustomed to Hoseok’s nightly adventures. There was no way she could talk the Prince out of his plans, ever.

“But up here is so – is so,” he pauses. Noticing a small child holding an elder woman’s hand, probably enjoying a nightly walk on the beach. “… Amazing.”

The high church-towers were in view within the town that lined the coast. Carriages and music playing in the distance, even the chime of bells ringing. The simple fact that he could not go there himself caused him to yearn for it more, wish for it to happen in his dreams. This Prince was indeed passionate about the land before him, stretching his hands towards the air.

“Careful yourself, Hoseok.” Kiko warned. “It’s late, shouldn’t we be heading back before someone notices your disappearance?”

He nodded, with his eyes still trained on the silhouettes of the strolling humans. Watching them turn up a set of stairs and disappearing behind the curve of the walkway. He was fascinated, the kinship between humans wasn’t much different from his to his folks. Humans were so distant, but they seemed so similar to him.

A small tug on his fin caught his attention, seeing his little buddy pulling him. “Let’s go, you have a busy day tomorrow.”

On the swim back, descending down into the dept of the sea, Hoseok reminisced his favorite times above water. The early mornings, the midday views of seagulls flying high above in flocks, the sunsets were clouds scattered the sky and painted in violets, reds, and oranges. Watching the Sun extinguish into the horizons plane as the cool of the night sky took over.

Hoseok loved the upper world and all its inhabitants so very much.

Daybreak tickled the waters, reflections of lights bouncing and refracting off another in the clear-cut liquids. It shined through Hoseok’s large amber window, casting a ray on his slumbering face causing him to wince. His body curled tighter in his clam-based bed; a thicket of woven blankets made of the finest kelp keeping him comfortable. Bio-luminescent decorations that drifted within his quarters losing their dim glows.

Shortly, his door would be knocked upon. Guards prepared to assist him along his daily routines, breakfast, taking a swim through the gardens, fitting for dresswear. Today, his brothers were due for a visit – since his kingdom was hosting the annual Festival of the Arts this year, as the event rotated between each realm every year.

It was always a delight to seek comfort from his siblings, to talk among another with similar thoughts and feelings as each and every single one of them were in the same shoes – in this case, fins. They were close to another regardless of the actual distance of their homes. And he was more than happy to celebrate the festivities and provide his best hosting service.

Prince Jungkook was the first to have arrived along with his party, very atypical of the youngest who outshines the mer-world quite frankly with his beaming yellow tail and natural abilities. His excitement to see his older brother urgently was overwhelming as he searched throughout the Aqua realm’s palace for Hoseok. Wittingly enough, he knew Hoseok’s patterns, the layout of the entire home.

“Hyung!” Rang through the water – not sounding quick enough for Hoseok to process before the bulldozing clash of his body into another’s. Tough arms circled Hoseok, tightening in a rush just in time for him to tilt his head to catch the sight of jet-black hair and a flash of canary yellow.

“Ah, Jungkook. You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Hoseok hollers. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Jungkook laughs, holding his brother tight and against his will, “I’m sorry Hobi – it won’t happen again.” The scrunch of Jungkook’s nose and the teasing smile made his quick apology sound completely fake.

“You’ve filled out more I see.” He notes the stature of Jungkook from the last time he’s seen him. Chest expanding further, his hair longer and pulled in a half bun with loose ends spilling out around his fringe. The twinkle of Jungkook’s yellow pearl lays just between his clavicles on a threaded necklace. But his youngest brother still adorned his childlike smile, large eyes popping out with animation.

“Indeed, I have.” Said the yellow tailed man.

“Have you prepared well for the ceremony tonight?” Hoseok questioned while shifting out of the other man’s clutch, fluttering his fingers through his case of human books. Careful not to tear the thinned papers that were not made for the water.

They were in the secondary study – dedicated to Hoseok’s cherished collectibles of human items that drifted down to the sea floor. It was a private area, filled with wonder and intertwining plants. So many new and beautiful objects decorated the interior of the room along with the drifting innocent fishes that floated around like fruit flies.

Jungkook grabbed hold of his brothers’ hand, tearing him past the seaweed curtains and out of the room. “I need help with a part of the choreography – I’m not sure what to do.”

Each of the seven princes were a part of the annual festival, performing their own pieces of art. Music surrounded their lives, and each prince specialized in one of the three professions: Singer. Dancer. Composer.

In tune with another – they create a perfect melody, a rhythm they cast into the waters. And all together they grow stronger with the help of their pearls.

“Let’s not head to the ballroom – I’m sure they are still setting up.”

“Jungkook! Sir!! Prince!” A peep of a scream came from the corner, a frantic Moorish Idol fish bee-lining towards the two still Princes. “Don’t you bolt off like that again! I can’t catch up with your speed!” it pants as it swarms around Jungkook’s face.

“Gotta be quicker, Pip!” Jungkook giggled, using his fingers to brush against his tuckered-out buddy.

Pip eyed Hoseok, recognizing the older Prince and jumped in embarrassment. “Prince, I apologize! I didn’t greet you properly, please I am so dearly sorry!”

“No need for formalities.” A wave of Hoseok’s hand hushed Pip’s words. “It’s nice to see you again. Now – about that choreography…”

The rooms were lit to the high-nine. Capacity of several variations of flourished colored tails decorated Hoseok’s palace – events like these are his favorite. Not only is he surrounded by his school, he’s encircled by his glorious brothers. The only thing that stressed out the aqua tailed prince, wasn’t the planning of events, fitting for costumes, dresswear, or deciding the best dishes to cater. The performance he practiced for day in and day out alike his brothers – what stressed Hoseok out was the company of his father, the Mer-King himself who only showed his presence for special occasions.

Each Prince were presented in front of the crowd of hundreds, their titles in all. Dolled up to accommodate the affair with engaging chains that wrapped around their waists and wrists, extra clam and shell accessories added to decorate around their loose arms and tail. Designed capes, hip skirts, and sheer fabrics that moved with the waves as they would do with the wind from above. Crowns made from wreaths of white lilies with bejeweled opal white pearls dangling down the band.

One by one they presented their acts along the stage, an entertaining uproar surpassed through the crowds from the Royal’s concert. The dancers who weaved like fluid coil to the cords of music were nonother than the feisty topaz yellow Jungkook, the carefree aquamarine dazzled Hoseok, and the flirtatious yet ditzy salmon pink royal, Prince Jimin.

Contrasting the dancers were the stunning vocalists of the group, Seokjin and Taehyung. Together they crafted a harmonious aura with their lyrics and tones. Entreating voices far sweeter than any human or mer-folk around.

Princes Namjoon and Yoongi of the Antarctic and Indian Oceans were strong composers, masters in a range of musical instruments. Their wits, knowledge, and pure love for the magical symphonies poured out of their bodies through devices and tools. Drafting tunes for songs every breathing moment.

It was late once again as Hoseok frustratedly swam up to his usual cove. Hoisting his body up on a smooth rocky islet that broke through the surface. Up here, Hoseok felt light and at ease. Repressing the tensions that bellowed below in the pit of his realm. The breeze was steady and refreshing, toying with the stands of his dampened hair and drying off the droplets of water that trickled down his skin.

He shed the tokens that deemed his high rank prior to wondering off from the palace, only keeping his stationary earpiece securely in. The clouds floating are coated in golden and rosy shades, evening stars piercing the sky in the dimming east. The nearing night looked extraordinary in Hoseok’s eyes.

A large ship with three white masts settled still on the water with only one sail unraveled. People littered the deck, music and song resounded from the vessels, and soon after when the night casted over the sky, the light of hundreds of lamps burst into view.

It was odd for a ship to be sailed far out during this time, even more peculiar to have a scatter of lights beaming from floating lamps that hovered into the air.

He swam close to the captain’s cabin being cautious to stay low in the water, and with every rock of the waves Hoseok was able to look through the clear windowpanes. Kiko stayed close to Hoseok, wiggling herself into his hand for security as they drawn near the scary object that rested on the water.

There were many richly dressed humans within, gowns and suits decorating each member in a fashion. The most bewitching of them, a person who stood out of the crowd and stared into the far distance of the water was a young princess with flowing thick hair. No doubt in Hoseok’s mind that this beauty was no younger than him, and he felt completely captivated by her looks.

A festival was being celebrated on the same day Hoseok’s home celebrated his. In honor of this princess’s birthday the crew were dancing and singing on the upper deck, similar to how Hoseok’s family just partook on a stage deep below. It was fascinating his wondering eyes, activities so alike to his own. And the moment the princess appeared among the lively bunch, rockets shot up into the air, turning the night into day.

The loud boom of cracks sizzling into the air scared Hoseok and Kiko, forcing him to dip his head back under the surface.

“Let’s go back! This isn’t safe!” Kiko chimed in, shaking her frail leafy body.

Hoseok looked up through the plane of water, eyes wide with shock. Not once has he ever seen this lightshow before. These weren’t cracks of blue zigzags that dressed the sky like lightning, theses were bright loud bangs of noise that sparked fire.

Through his perception, he watched the glows vanish. Until another boom ripped through the air along with another flash of light. “Hold on.” He says.

The curious merman raised his head above water again to witness a scene of falling stars upon him. A fiery shower he surely has never seen before tonight. It was like large suns revolved around his head, the brightest of fishes swam in the air that reflected on the clear glass-slate of water of the sea. Who knew humans could have such power.

The princess could be seen distinctly throughout the sailors that laughed and jested with glee. Her face adorned with a wide smile, one that shined so bright. “Oh – she’s so beautiful, isn’t she?”

It was later now, but Hoseok couldn’t take himself away from the ship and the beautiful young princess. She remained looking through that cabin window, rocking to and fro by the motion of the sea. He was enchanted by her, charmed by this unique being. There was something about her.

“Would you look at her?” Hoseok examined, smiling to himself. “She’s breathtaking.”

Kiko fluttered around Hoseok, a nervous wreck of a fish as she sensed an unnerving suspicion. “Please, we must go back. We’ve overstayed too long.”

“Oh poppycock. The palace is in perfect condition. Nobody will notice me missing.”

“Sir – “

There was foaming and fermentation in the depths beneath causing the ship to tilt faster. Waves rose high and violent in a span of minutes. Sails were spread, a commotion coming from the desk resounded. A distant thunder was heard, rumbling through the space above.

“Ah – father…” Hoseok snapped his head, “He’s angry.”

“I told you we must go!”

Hoseok and Kiko both swam a few meters down after once last glance at the ship that furled their sails once more. Until a sudden pound echoed through the waves. The great vessel tossed and turned on the volatile waters like a rowboat as the waves rose to an extreme height. It towered over the ship, clashing forcefully into the deck and submerging the manmade object. Water filled the cavities of the deck, the stout masts bent under the swirling billows.

“Hoseok!” Kiko shouted at the stunned merman who watched with wide eyes. An internal struggle inside him to tell him to go back to the Mer-King or to help the sinking ship. “We need to go!”

“I can’t! It’s going to turn over into the sea!”

Just as he guessed, the crew among the vessel was in terrible danger; since he himself had to beware the shattered beams that tore away from the vessel and splashed down above him. Wreckage both floating and sinking, causing hazards to think twice about.

“Get him to stop Kiko, tell him I’m fine! Just stop the storm!” Hoseok shooed his seahorse away, heading himself to the surface and ignoring the pleading screams.

It was pitch dark above, so dark that he could not distinguish anything until a flash of lightning disclosed to him the whole of wreck. Burning flames above the water. Hoseok only felt urgent for his wondrous princess as he sought her out the instant the ship kissed the bottom of the seafloor.

Hoseok knows no human can breathe underwater, he knows the only times he’s seen a human up close were the bodies of corpses that drifted down into the depths. He did not want that fate for the princess.

He dove himself through the shards and fragments that sprinkled within the water regardless of the danger he was inducing but with his steady swim he found the princess having difficulty holding her head high. Her eyes already closed while clutching her frame around a piece of driftwood, inevitably would have drowned completely if it wasn’t for the aqua blue merman who came to the rescue. Bearing the force of the heavy current, holding the princess above the water’s surface.

The sun rose in the horizon towards morning, by then the ongoing storm had seized and there weren’t any traces of remains from the shipwreck. Rays of lights restored color to the princess’s cheeks, though her eyes remained closed. Her dampened dress riddled with sand and stray leaves of seaweed.

They lay off in a secluded cove far from the casually populated beach. Surrounding cliffs hiding them away. Hoseok laid gazing up at the arresting princess, stroking the strand of wet hair away from her face. Her skin was soft like a rose petal, and a slight pink undertone hid beneath its expanse. “Please wake.” He whispered as he studied her features.

This was the first time Hoseok laid about the land, just shy of the waters reach. He could see the dry green wood that extended along the coast, cliffs and mountains drawn clearer. Firm quartz sand which he now occupied along with his new companion. He turned her face towards the rising sun that was illuminating the world.

A quiet sound escaped the mouth of the princess, surprising the merman suddenly. He leaned back, head blocking the sun from direct view of her face while she sleepily opened them. The haze of her eyes coated her sight, looking at the figure that was in view. She grumbled, blinking rapidly to readjust the image before her. A stranger hovered over her, a concerned look across their handsome face as they looked down at her in curiosity. Golden brown hair flowed around; a glint of blue entrapped into his brown almond eyes.

“Hello,” Hoseok whispered, lifting the corner of his lips up.

“Who-“

Hoseok shifted the moment he heard of loud barking noise coming from the side of a cliff. His movement caused the piercing rays of light to shine into the princess’s eyes, blinding her some more.

The merman jolted away from the shore in a panic, hiding behind some stones further into the sea. Hoseok watched from afar with unyielding attention, a black four-legged being running towards the reviving princess. A small group of men followed suit to the black figure who alerted the humans of its findings.

“Oh Princess!” one shouted as they ran over. They smiled kindly down at her, assisting her off the sands and into a blanket. “Princess Y/n, are you hurt?”

She was dazed and confused, checking her surroundings for the other person she just saw. Did she see someone or was it her imagination? Who had saved her from the previous night? “Where’s the man? The one who saved me?”

The surrounding men gave another a questioning look, looking quite confused when they eyed the area around them. “Miss, nobody is here besides us? You must have swallowed too much seawater – it’s a miracle you survived.”

The black hairy creature spotted Hoseok out, yapping towards him and trying to get the humans attention. The animal saw him, no doubt, and Hoseok ducked for cover under the waves as they passed, waiting for his moment to come back up.

The princess was taken back onto the land with the assistance of the furry creature and humans, leaving Hoseok distraught behind the stones of the bay. But he was relieved that she survived, her beauty could live on longer, and he couldn’t wait to share his story about how he saved a human. Immediately, when the princess was finally out of view, he plunged beneath the water to return back to his palace.

“Y/n…” He hummed, repeating the sweet name that rang his ears. “Her name is Y/n.”

“Where did you go last night?” The Mer-King shouted in the dining hall. Hoseok floated in front of his father, eyes trained to the seabed below their fins. The six other brothers hovered off to the side in a stationary line, motionless as they watched the scolding unfold. Each accompanied by their personal pets who too drifted in the silence of the water.

“Answer me, Hoseok!” the King’s voice resembled the same boom of the magical fire show from last night.

“I – I was… I went...”

“Don’t you dare tell me you escaped up to the surface.”

Hoseok fell silent. His words lost in his throat when he made eye contact with his father. The King stood still with the length of his graying hair exceeding past his shoulder blades, a crown sat atop his head made out of coral and angulate wentletrap shells. Spikes of eelgrass flowing from the tips of the multicolored crown. His slimy tail was ombre from a berry red into a sandy brown – dorsal fins displayed wide and drifted just how a beta fish would, flared up just how a beta fish would. His steel gray eyes stared down at Hoseok with intensity, waiting for a response.

Voiceless silence. Hoseok could not speak another word without distressing his father any further. In defeat he hung his head down to the floor, sinking his shoulders.

“You are not to leave the palace.” The King’s voice broke through. “You are not to enter the surface of the water. Do I make myself clear?”

“But Fath –“

“Am I clear!?” He shouted. Voice echoing through the quiet halls of the palace – hand clutching his beloved trident tight.

“Yes, Sir.” Hoseok grimaced. Kiko fleeing into the middle of Hoseok’s back.

The Mer-King departed the dining hall, leaving the seven brothers to themselves. It was when Hoseok looked up seeing the concerning looks crossing each of his brothers, did he feel guilty for his actions.

“What are you doing? You know you shouldn’t meddle around up above. What if someone saw you?!” Namjoon spoke, the cool tone of his voice chilled through the water. The purple scaled man swam closer to Hoseok, the slate of silver shining through his hair and the tip of his fins. His purple pearl shimmered in the arm cuff on his right of his crossed arms, his crab responding in the same gesture. “Hoseok, think of the dangers.”

“I know. But hear me out – I did something so amazing last night!”

“Namjoon’s right, you know this.” Seokjin stepped in with a pointing finger embellished with his pearl, “And to pull that stunt, especially when father is visiting, you’re asking to be yelled at.” His small, very animated manta ray wiggled around Seokjin’s mannerisms, copying the same movements as he did.

Hoseok’s mouth formed a triangle frown. Resentment settling in the pit of his stomach along with a mix of emotions. “Can you just listen to me?”

��Then speak.” Heads turned over to the aloof green merman who seated himself on top of the turquoise sea-glass table. The side of his hair clipped back with a white barbed clam, allowing the rest of his deep brown wavy hair to flow naturally. Under his ear shined the dark pine colored pearl, just how Hoseok’s did. Taehyung’s fingers twirled around his pale jellyfishes’ ruffled tentacles, staring off into the distance in deep thought. “What was amazing?”

Hoseok scanned the eyes around him, taking in a strong breath before telling his otherworldly experience. The merfolk knew of legends, myths and facts about the land above. Artifacts that fallen down into their domains created curiosity but there were fears of the stories about merfolk traveling far too close to the coastline. Humans may be mystical to mer-people, but it was never wise to breach the surface to study them.

“And the lights started falling down after the loud bang! Fire burning and sizzling out in beautiful streams! It was so bright!” He exclaimed with his audience listening in. “But then the storm demolished the ship! It happened so fast!” Hoseok continued his dramatic story with such immense passion, comparing how humans and merfolk celebrated in similar ways.

It infatuated the listening ears, well, some more than others. “And then I saved her from the wreck! I saved her guys! I brought her to the shore and – “

“You what?”

Yoongi, with a tail of vibrant marmalade orange cut his younger brothers train of thought. His narrow coal cut eyes shot angry towards Hoseok. A menacing stare emitting from the shaggy dirty blonde-haired male, questioning his brother’s reckless behavior. “You went on land?!” His pet lionfish flared its fins at the tone of his owner’s voice, grumbling something about idiocy.

“She lived because of me!” Hoseok retorted, leveling up to the stinging tension that was rising quickly.

“You’re troublesome, really.” Yoongi chided. “She would have been fine if you were here in your palace! That storm wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you!”

“You’re setting a bad example for the younger ones.” Seokjin nodded towards the wafting men who innocently drifted in the background of the conversation.

Hoseok fumbled over his words, mouth gaping open looking for words to fill into it. He knows his brothers aren’t wrong, they were just being cautious. But Hoseok felt like they looked down upon his widened spectrum, his drive to expand the knowledge about the world above. It wasn’t fair with all the limitations merfolk had, and even more restrictions for a Prince.

Hoseok grew quiet and reflective as days passed by. Obeying the tolls and jobs of his prince duties, being kind to other fish folk and leaning a helping hand for many in need. He stabilized his environment, praised the coral reefs that skirted his territory, even assisted with gathering the ripened fruits that sprouted from the gardens’ trees.

Though each and every day Hoseok pondered about the princess who lived above. Questioning to himself about her whereabouts, how she was doing and what she was doing. He dared to stare at the new statue that became his favorite décor in his luxurious field of flowers. A beautiful stone chiseled and sculpted to look like the princess, partially broken from the wreck of the ship, now stood in the middle of his oyster paddock.

When Hoseok wanted to be a daredevil, he succeeded in slipping away from the eyes of his staff and even his personal buddy. Rushing himself back to the surface where he loved so dearly to catch the linger of the air that dried his face and scales. Many times, he rose to the place where he had last seen Princess Y/n, where he left her on the sands before scurrying away. He always returned to his subterranean abode with a bit of sadness when he never saw her.

It was dawn when the first light creeped through the panels of Hoseok’s second study where he was toying around with one of his thingamajigs, trying to understand the use of it. He had an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night, a slither of a reflective shine catching his eye. An oily slick tinted film in the moonlight when he angled his tail in the right way.

“Taehyung.” Hoseok breathed, “You should have told me you were heading here; I would have arranged a genuine greeting for you when you entered the gates.”

He seemed cheerier during the night hours, maybe it was the relaxation of the disphotic zone or the cool temperament of fishes relaxing. Whichever excuse it may be, Taehyung always glowed better during the evening. “I’m sorry hyung – I wanted to check in on you. I was worried.”

They spent the entire night in deep thoughts, conversing to another about their worries and provinces. A few discussions about trades between regions, assembling plans and arrangements for brotherly gatherings. Taehyung found a fascination with a particular utensil from Hoseok’s study, a metal tool that had spikes at one end and a smooth handle on the other.

Throughout the night Hoseok confessed his sorrows to his younger brother, revealing his secret about the princess he had saved. How her beauty enchanted him, imprinting on his mind, how her statue now lays in the greens of his garden. The embarrassment crept up to him, distracting himself from his feelings as he showed Taehyung around his collection of human things.

“If my memory is correct, I believe I might know who your princess may be, because I have seen a castle above the waters.” Taehyung twirls the man-made gizmo around his fingers as he speaks. “When you mentioned her before in your story, I grew curious.”

Hoseok was caught off-guard from Taehyung’s words, stunned even. “Y – You know where she lives? You need to show me!” The aqua tailed man fluttered around with a sense of emergency, he held Taehyung’s hand pleading to him. “Please brother, show me what you know. It’s a wonderful morning already, the current is leveled, and the waters are clear!”

Embracing their arms together, Taehyung and Hoseok swam out past the palace walls into the blue of the ocean. Together they rose out of the water after miles of swimming, just in front of a tall bend in a cliff. They remained far off from the cost, deep enough to be unnoticed from the naked eye. But from their point of view they were able to see a castle with bright yellow stones, a flight of marble steps that led straight into the sea. Statues topped the pillars that outlined the walls, the building crowned with a Caspian blue. A great bay window faced toward the sea, the windows expanding long and wide.

The area was farther out from Hoseok’s natural comfort spot, he would pass this sector many times when he would visit up north to Taehyung’s realm.

From a closer look the two mermen can see silken curtains that hugged the frames of large bay windows, the walls inside decorated from top to bottom with magnificent paintings. Blurred bodies of servants walking across the tiled floors and expensive rugs. Deep within one of the larger rooms there was a fountain glittering with dancing water which sprouted from several areas surrounded by long stems and tendrils of plants.

“It’s so beautiful.” Hoseok whispered, creeping himself closer towards the castle that was built on the edge of the cliff. It was a real delight for the royal mermen to witness an abode so lovely, so riveting.

“This is the only castle I know of. I’m hoping this could be her palace.” Taehyung swam down, toying around with his small jellyfish in a fit of giggles. Dangling strands of seaweed around as if he’s forging the same motion as his buddy’s tentacles.

Hoseok dipped his head under, meeting up with the green tailed strides. “Thank you, Taehyung!” Hoseok’s arms entangled around Taehyung’s waist, spinning the two mermen in circles.

“It’s not far from the area where I saved her. Oh, I do hope this is her home!”

Taehyung beamed back a boxy smile, noticing the wild spirit of Hoseok shine. He was aware of the consequences of going to the surface, aware how enraged father could get when the sons acted up. But he was very happy to help out his brother – he saw something in Hoseok that he didn’t see in the others.

“Please, whatever you may do. Just be safe.” He petted the side of his brother’s hair, flicking his finger over Hoseok’s pearl earring.

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my-happy-little-bean · 3 years ago

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The Bookkeeper - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Red Rising

pairings: logicality, prinxiety words: 2260 chapter warnings: swearing, mild existentialism, mild fighting chapter summary: sometimes, you must fire with fire. or, in logan’s case, fight magic with...slightly weaker magic.

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Logan wished he could say he wrote for a few more hours, but it more so felt like someone was driving in the parking lot and writing the word ‘o’ over and over into the ground.

It was a treacherous cycle that unfortunately goes uninterrupted. Roman had disappeared after his disastrous encounter with Patton, presumably getting tidy and doing some more nook-cleaning, so there were little to no distractions.

Yet Logan still had a blank page with only his research question: “If life has no inherent meaning under the lens of nihilism, why are humans so eager to escape and create art if they are simply creating something out of nothing?”

Logan crumpled up another piece of paper and groaned, throwing it behind him. He waited for the defeated sound of it hitting the ground, but it never came.

Frowning, he turned his head slightly, and felt the ball of paper hit his head.

“Watch where you’re going, Harry Rotter ,” Roman said smugly, levitating from seemingly out of nowhere and hovering over where the ball of paper landed on the counter. Logan rolled his eyes.

“It’s Harry Po– oh, who cares.” He pushed his glasses up, tapping his pencil against his notebook to look busy. “Is there something you need, Roman?”

“Uh, yeah. I need you to go outside and be a human or something.”

“It’s very late, Roman.”

“It’s 8:30 PM !” Roman exclaimed, exasperated, flying circles around Logan’s head. “Listen, I've been watching you get stuck all evening–”

“You’ve been watching me? From w here?”

“–and you’re at nothing! Zada!” Roman snapped his fingers, a spark of red appearing around his fist. “ Zilcho .”

“I get it, Roman.” Logan squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“Face it, Specs. You’re stuck. This subject, no matter which side you land on, is way too much for a speech that has very little meaning in the long run. This is just a roundabout way of saying you’re having a crisis.”

“Falsehood,” Logan muttered, ignoring how sharply Roman’s words stung. “Sure, there’s plenty of views I can write on, but I am more than capable of understanding at least one answer. I’m just...”

Logan sighed, leaning back in his chair. His seemingly unanswerable question echoed in his head, as it had millions of times before.

“Perhaps I need to re-read Virgil Aries’ book,” he finally said. “Maybe there’s something I missed.”

Roman groaned. “Not this book again–”

“It is a good book, Roman,” Logan shot back pointedly.

“It’s literally called ‘Nihilism and the Death of Art’. Where’s the ‘good’ in any of that?”

“Virgil Aries was onto something,” Logan said, now mostly to himself. “In this book, there were pages and pages of speculation, of controversial questioning — he was on the edge of a philosophical revelation, he just didn’t have the time to finish. He must have had so much more to say than what his posthumous publication detailed. He just needed more time, and I believe that I can become the extension of said time.”

Roman said nothing, just blankly staring at him. Logan huffed, picking up his pencil.

“ Anyway, if we are done here, I will just go ahead and—”

Zzzzt! Logan winced at the slight shock that shot through his hand, dropping his pencil. He looked up and saw a trail of red magic fall from the tip of Roman’s index finger, posed in a finger-gun gesture.

Roman blew against it, as if blowing smoke from the barrel of a gun.

“Very mature, Roman.” Logan reached for the pencil once more, but was met with the same zap!

Logan narrowed his eyes at Roman and, as if testing the waters, shot back his own burst of magic. Roman yelped, throwing his hands over his face. Logan’s navy blue magic turned purple against the surface of Roman’s flimsily-constructed shield, which fell apart into dust upon contact.

Roman smirked, seemingly unfazed by the sudden outburst.

“Alright, I see how we’re playing it.”

Roman shot another stream of magic towards Logan, who moved his head out of the way to avoid being hit. However, Logan heard it hit something behind him and before he knew it, a levitated book lightly bonked the back of his head cover-first.

“God– Roman that is quite enough!” Logan hissed as Roman burst into hysterics. Logan rolled his eyes, snatching the levitating book out of the air and putting it back in its place. He then moved out from behind the counter and pressed his hands together, hoping to use his magic once more.

He pulled them back quickly, expecting a great presence of magical energy, but was only met with a feeble spark.

Logan groaned, pressing together his hands together once more, before quickly pulling them back again. Nothing.

"Are you done with all this applause? You're too kind!" Roman beamed. Logan made a point to ignore him. He instead squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his hands together even tighter than before, before slowly parting his hands. A small ball of magic steadily grew between his palms.

‘There you go.’

He channeled a teleportation spell that was by no means harmful, but could at least send Roman into his room upstairs, which he knew was locked. That could buy him at least some time to create some sort of magical ward to keep Roman out for a bit.

When the ball of magic was big enough, he hurled it towards Roman with a loud cry. However, Roman quickly flew upwards to dodge it, letting it hit the bookshelves behind him instead. The sudden miss distracted Logan’s channeling of the spell and sent books flying into the air.

“Nice shot, Specs!”

��Oh shut up .”

“Well where’s the fun in a battle without some good ol’ battle banter?”

To his own surprise, Logan smiled as he rushed over to the books, sending more streams of magic towards Roman in attempts of hitting him. One stream hit the handle of the front door. The sound of a loud ‘click!’ echoed softly throughout the shop to unheard ears.

Roman laughed. “You can do better than that, can’t you?”

“You will find that–” Logan ducked underneath Roman’s magical rebuttals– “I can!”

A bright stream of Roman’s magic barrelled towards Logan as he looked up, red blurring his vision. Logan instinctively grabbed a book that had fallen off the shelf next to him and held it up in front of his face to protect himself. The magic hit the book, which was knocked out of his hands and flung onto the floor next to him, wide open. Logan caught sight of the title on one of the pages: The Jungle Book.

“Well shi–”

A small, colourful bird shot out from the pages.

“Good grief!” Logan swatted at the bird until he dispelled its presence from the shop and sent it back into the book. He slammed it closed before anything else could be conjured up, heaving from the exertion. Roman howled with more laughter as he effortlessly sent another shot of magic towards Logan.

Logan looked down at the flickering navy sparks in his palms and grimaced. There was only so much he could do.

Without thinking, Logan took another book off the ground and opened it this time, facing the pages towards Roman so that Roman’s magic could be consumed by the book. He closed it with a satisfying slam and smirked at Roman.

“Aha–!”

Suddenly, he heard the sound of pages turning behind his head. He whipped around to see a different open book floating behind him. A shot of red magic—the one Logan thought he had concealed in the book he was holding—hit his nose.

“What the–”

Roman grinned at him. “Power of sequels.”

Logan’s gaze shot towards Roman, who had one arm raised up. Logan felt himself float upwards slowly in time with Roman’s hand. He felt himself wobble in the air, trying to regain any semblance of control. Roman, however, focused all his energy on levitating Logan up the stairs.

“It’s time,” Roman huffed, “to get changed and– and I don’t know, live a little! ”

Logan’s eyes locked with Roman’s for a split second, and it felt like everything around them suddenly froze. Roman, behind the determination in his eyes, was staring at him with an almost-unreadable expression. Logan frowned. Was he pitying him? Perhaps not, Roman was never one to focus too much on pity.

He knew that Roman had his best intentions at heart. He wanted him to get out of the shop and out of his head — he told him everyday. Logan had always brushed off his pleas under the guise of wanting to get work done, but he felt like Roman knew all too well that wasn’t the case; that deep down, Logan simply didn’t know what to find outside of Fray and Far Fables.

And then, Roman’s eyes shifted into something that was all-too familiar to him.

Guilt.

Overwhelmed by the realization, Logan grabbed a random book off of a shelf he passed by and before he could float completely up the stairs, he grabbed the railing and threw the book near Roman.

Roman screeched, reflexively throwing his magic towards the book and losing concentration on Logan, who went tumbling down the stairs. As soon as Roman’s magic hit the book in the air, the familiar sound of a twinkle filled the room and the book burst open in a flurry of red light.

Logan’s eyes widened. “Shit–”

Without warning, a book nook exploded from the open pages of the book, the title of which Logan just caught sight of. Red Rising by Pierce Brown. Logan braced himself. He must’ve picked a book off the sci-fi shelf, which was never a good start for a book nook.

Fortunately, an intense sci-fi battle did not unfold in his shop. When the explosion had simmered to a halt, Logan’s gaze darted to Roman, who was narrowing his eyes at the book as his magic dissipated. He must’ve been trying to contain the severity.

Logan looked up to see what had been summoned, and felt his breath hitch.

Surrounding him was no longer the neutral colours of his shop, but instead a dark forest. Trunks of trees sprouted in front of the shelves, circling them in a flurry of green. The hanging fairy lights became intertwined with leaves and branches and vines as the scent of flowers flooded the shop. The wooden floor grew patches of moss and grass beneath Logan’s knees, as well as red flowers that Logan remembered were called haemanthuses in the Red Rising universe — otherwise known as ‘blood blossoms’ .

Mesmerized, Logan got on his feet and took a step forward. A butterfly floated past him. He looked up and saw stars glowing softly on the ceiling. A makeshift Andromeda Galaxy. Just as frightening—yet beautiful—as Darrow, the book’s protagonist, described it to be.

“Christ,” Logan murmured, watching the ceiling stars shift above him. Roman whistled as he floated past the butterfly and towards Logan.

“I’ll be honest, I did not see that coming.”

“What exactly did you see coming?”

“Not sure!” Roman shrugged, looking around him. “I suppose that’s the whole point of an adventure.”

“This isn’t an adventure, Roman. This is the magical equivalent of a food fight.”

Roman smiled, but not at Logan. Instead, Logan watched him gaze at the sparks of blue still floating off the tips of his fingers.

“Good to see that your magic is still there,” Roman murmured. Logan furrowed his brow. Before he could respond, Roman flew towards the floating book and hovered over the pages, peering at the words beneath him.

“ ‘ I am a creature of nooks and tunnels and shafts’, ” Roman read out loud. “ ‘The mine is my home, and part of me wants to run to safety, run from this alien room of living things and vast spaces...’ ”

He paused and looked up at Logan, who only then realized how lost he was in the world conjured up around him. How long had it been since he’s stepped inside a book nook, let alone been immersed in one?

For a brief second, he felt the answer to all his questions creep into his vision. He blinked, as if doing so could possibly capture this moment in his mind.

And then, the door swung open.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were still open!” Logan’s heart dropped at the voice, and he heard Roman gasp behind him.

“My lucky day, I guess! I forgot my hat here earlier and I was wondering if I could–”

The voice stopped abruptly as Logan’s head snapped up to see a gaping Patton, standing at the doorway with wide eyes. Caught like a deer in headlights, all Logan could do was stare at Patton.

Roman, seemingly in the same state of shock, lost concentration on the book he was hovering over. The red shimmer surrounding it disappeared, and it dropped on the floor with a deafening thud!

The book closed in a flurry of leaves and in a flash of light, the forest shrunk through the cover, as if going back in time. Leaves flew everywhere. The sound of howling wind drowned out Logan’s heavy breathing.

Logan watched as Patton held the door frame, as if trying to stay steady on his feet. Logan, however, couldn’t move.

When the whole spectacle ended, Roman meekly smiled, still floating in the air. He waved at Patton.

“Er...this is all a weird dream?”

And then, Patton screamed.

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stillebesat · 5 years ago

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The Interview (4/5)

Sanders Sides: Logan, Patton, Virgil, Roman Blurb: A normal day at StoryTime! Inc. takes an unexpected turn when Logan goes to investigate why his coworkers have made a bet using Crofters as the prize. Fic Type: General, Human!AU Warnings: None

To Catch Up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Virgil froze like a deer in the headlights, barely appearing to breathe. “What?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, his smile becoming more amused. Had Virgil really expected him to say no--of course he had.

“I said that you’re hired, Virgil.” He stood, carefully keeping the portfolio out of reach so the kid wouldn’t bolt. “Why don’t we head inside to work out the particulars?” Like informing Roman that he had once more overstepped.

Hopefully this wouldn’t come back to bite him as hard as last time.

“But.” Virgil shook his head, apparently rooted in place. “This wasn’t a rea inter--” He inhaled sharply, jabbing an accusing finger at Logan’s chest. “You said you weren’t Princey!”

Logan pushed up his glasses with one finger, fighting a smile. “I said I wasn’t Roman.” He replied easily. “Not that I wasn’t a Prince.” Besides. His brother wasn’t the only one with hiring power in the building.

Virgil frowned, rubbing his arms. “You’re a Prince? But how--records show--and if you’re not Roma--” He inhaled sharply, eyes growing wide. “Wait.” He took a step closer to Logan. “You’re telling me that you’re--” He dropped his voice, glancing furtively around the plaza. “Logan? Logan Prince?”

The portfolio nearly slipped from his fingers at the mention of his name. That--that should be impossible! “How--?” Logan breathed, ignoring the frantic pounding of his heart.

He could count the number of people that knew his name in the company on one hand. To everyone else, even on official records, he was simply known as ‘Specs.’

The nickname didn’t help his cryptid status at all, but did keep everyone from lumping him and Roman together like they were one entity instead of two. It had finally allowed both of them to spread their figurative wings and take their own paths without feeling like they were in each other's shadows.

And now this...this outsider...knew his name?! HOW?!

Virgil licked his lips, dropping the hand that had been outstretched for his portfolio. “Well...I did say I’ve followed Thomas from the beginning.” He shrugged, a bit of mischief glinting in his mismatched eyes. “I saw a photo of an early script of Princey’s.”

A script? Logan raised his eyebrows. A script--which script? He’d signed off as Specs on his collaborations with his brother for years. They couldn’t have slipped up over something as little as--

“Zooming in on the picture showed both your names on it, though it was hard to make out yours as its smudged with glitter and partially covered by Roman’s hand.” Virgil continued, staring at Logan as if he’d discovered Bigfoot.

In a way he had.

“Glitter?” Logan frowned. Roman hadn’t used glitter on screenplays since--oh. OH. “Are you meaning that four hundred page Sherlock inspired screenplay?” He asked, half turning to the building.

Virgil nodded, drawing closer. “The one where Watson just freaking dies and a new less emotional sidekick takes place? Yes.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. Of all the pieces that would expose him, it had to be that one. “I hadn’t realized he posted images of that.” He said, heading for the entrance, glancing over his shoulder to ensure Virgil was following. “We wrote it together one weekend while we were stranded at an airport.”

Virgil whistled. “That’s--wow. Four hundred pages in two days? You two are crazy!”

“Bored more like.” They’d been between projects and driving each other mad, it had been something to keep the two of them equally entertained. “And it was written in three and a half days, plus the ten hour flight.”

Again Virgil whistled, eyes wide. “Impressive.”

Logan shrugged. “Yah...well. That’s my--” he dropped his voice as he grabbed the door, noting the gaggle of people still hovering in the foyer, watching the two of them. “Twin for you.” He returned to speaking to his normal tones as if nothing had happened. “Once Roman gets inspired, it’s hard to get him to stop.” Another reason why it was difficult to keep people in his department. Few people could go as long or as hard as his brother could.

Virgil stumbled a step, hesitating right outside the doorway. “Twin?” He echoed softly. “I had thought---I had a theory there were Two Princes at StoryTime!, but I didn’t think you two were---HOW has this not gotten out?!”

Because they didn’t want to be known just as The Twins anymore. That’s why.

Logan shrugged. “We don’t want it to. So it doesn’t.” Though now that Virgil had connected the dots-- “And I hope you won’t--”

Virgil rubbed his arms, shaking his head as he looked to the people in the lobby. “Dude, don’t worry. I can keep a secret.”

That would remain to be seen, but Logan appreciated the sentiment. Though he would be more comfortable having this conversation without so many listening ears nearby. After all, he was already drawing them far too much attention because ‘Specs’ wasn’t supposed to be able to leave the building and Virgil was just standing there like a statu--

Maybe he’s a vampire and needs to be invited inside.

Logan bit back a smile as Reese’s words echoed in his head. “Then come in, Virgil.” he said, holding the door open a little wider. “I promise we don’t bite. Roman’s more bark than anything.”

Virgil hunched his shoulders, pushing his bangs over his eyes, before drawing in a steadying breath. “Okay.” He whispered, stepping over the threshold onto the marble tiles, looking around with cautious curiosity.

“This way.” Logan said, ignoring Ellyn and Chris’s glances as he snagged a visitor’s pass from the front desk, tossing it to Virgil. “You’ll need to wear that until you’re coded into the system.”

“When will that be?” Virgil asked, slipping the pass over his head as Logan pressed the button for the elevator.

He hummed, tapping the portfolio. That was a good question. “It would depend on when you can--”

“SPECS!” A voice boomed overhead from the floor above, echoing around the lobby. “THERE you are!”

Well...that saved him the trouble of tracking his brother down. “What does he want now?” Logan asked under his breath as he turned towards the figure standing at the top of the steps. Roman could vanish at the worst possible times and turn up in the oddest of places like the air ducts above the cafeteria.

Virgil jerked. “Specs?” His eyes sparked, lighting up like Logan had just told him aliens existed. “Specs...of course!” He breathed as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. “It makes so much sense how you kept this--I’d wondered but--” Virgil frowned. “But I thought you never went outside!”

Clever. Virgil was piecing things together much faster than ninety-eight percent of the company ever would.

Logan flashed him a smile, putting a finger to his lips, aware of the guards and other associates standing nearby. He was liking this kid more and more every moment. “I usually don’t.” He said, dropping the smile as a man wearing a white jacket and red sash slid down the banister of the staircase like...well a Prince straight from a Disney movie, skidding to a stop in front of the two of them.

“About time I found you!” His brother cried, barely glancing to Virgil, before laser focusing in on Logan.

“You have perfect timing as always, Roman.” Logan said, placing a hand on Virgil’s elbow, pulling him inside the elevator. “I was just heading back upstairs to find you.”

Roman blinked. “Find me? What for?” He demanded, following the two of them inside, hitting the button for the ninth floor. “I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to track you down and now you want to find me?” He ran a hand through his hair. “Of course you do this to me two minutes before my next interview--”

“For Virgil right?”

Roman gaped at him, eyes narrowing as the doors slid shut. “How did you--”

Time to jump into the fire. “I just hired him for your department.” Logan said, gesturing to the third member of their little elevator party.

Roman froze, mouth half open, before his hands clenched. “You. WHAT?!”

“I hired him--am I not speaking clearly today?” Logan asked looking to Virgil with a raised eyebrow. “You did the same thing when I told you you were hired too.”

Virgil shook his head, crossing his arms, his hand rubbing the spot Logan had grabbed as Roman gave him the once over. “No. It’s just a statement that not many people will find believable...apparently.”

“Oh no, it’s believable, if I allowed your interview to be scheduled in the first place, but Specs.” Roman growled, glaring at Logan. “We agreed you wouldn’t interfere--”

“With your hires.” He finished. “I know, but trust me, brother.” Logan said stressing the word as he held out Virgil’s portfolio. If he was right, and he normally was, Roman wouldn’t be mad at him for long.

Roman froze, hand already outstretched, eyes flicking to Virgil and back. “He?”

“Knows we’re related, thanks to you.”

“To me! I haven’t said a word--” Roman denied, taking the portfolio and flipping it open as he leaned against the wall.

“Virgil, care to explain?”

“I…” Virgil flushed under their combined stares, setting his chin stubbornly. “The Sherlock screenplay. I noticed that Logan’s name wasn’t completely covered when you took the picture and dug around a bit--Do people here really not know you’re related?”

They both shook their heads. “No.”

Virgil scoffed, gesturing between them. “But you two look exactly the same!”

“Only a handful know.” Logan clarified, pointedly adjusting the frames of his glasses.

It helped that they weren’t often seen together. Most of their meetups took place in the privacy of their offices.

“Like three people--Spec’s does great as Clark Kent--” Roman jerked his head up from the portfolio. “Don’t tell me you hired him because he’s blackmailing you!?” He demanded, jabbing a finger at Virgil.

Virgil flinched, but took a step forward, eyes blazing. “I wouldn’t do that, Princey.” He growled.

I’m quite used to being the villain.

“Princey?” Roman repeated, his own eyes darkening.

Virgil faltered, glancing to Logan. “I--I---uh.”

Logan gave him a reassuring smile, nodding to Roman “Go on, Virgil. Speak your mind.” He wanted to see if the new hire would actually stand up to his brother as he’d stated outside.

Virgil set his jaw, taking a breath, staring Roman down. “I’m here because you were willing to give me a chance, sir. No other motive. I want to work here on my own merit. Not through...through blackmail.” He practically spat the word. “My Two Princes theory was just that. A theory until Lo--Specs here confirmed it.”

Logan winced as Roman side eyed him. Busted.

"Well…color me impressed that you got Dr. Roboto here to confirm anything, kid. Usually he's sealed tighter than a jar of Crofters." Roman snapped the portfolio shut as the elevator doors opened. "Don't count your eggs though. I'm not so easily swayed."

Logan rolled his eyes. Ah Huh. Yah right. "Page twenty-eight." He said tapping the top of the portfolio as they stepped out onto the landing. "Then you'll understand one of the factors that lead to me hiring Virgil."

Roman scoffed. "One image led you to hire him over my head? Are you addled?"

"I would…agree." Virgil said slowly, glancing between the two as he moved down the hallway with them. "Compared to my other works, I don't see how that one-"

Logan glanced to Virgil as he pulled open a door with Roman Prince written in cursive on the glass. He would see soon enough. "I can assure you both that my cognitive function has been unaffected in my decision.” He gestured Virgil to step inside. “Your overall work is beyond noteworthy and while the one drawing is A factor for my decision to hire you, it is not The factor. Your work shows a much larger variety than any others I’ve seen.”

“The thing weighs a ton, I would hope it would show some range.” Roman said, flipping through the various works much faster than Logan had.

A pity. His brother wouldn't be able to see the intricacies of each piece doing that, though of course he had encouraged Roman to look at one particular page.

“I wouldn’t think you’d mind the size, Roman. You are the one interviewing for ‘fresh blood’ are you not or was there another reason you were whining to me just last night about the lack of talent in your department?”

His brother made a face, not looking up as he kicked the door shut. "A Prince does not whine! I merely bemoan the lack of talent the kids these days ha--WHAT!?" Roman shrieked, loud enough Logan was sure the entire building heard him as he stared dumbfounded at page twenty-eight.

Bingo. Logan smirked, adjusting his glasses as closed the blinds on the windows to keep curious eyes at bay. He could already imagine the bets that Remy would be putting down on why ‘The Prince’ had screamed this time.

Roman whirled to Virgil, practically shoving the picture into the kid’s startled face. "You drew this?!"

Virgil blinked down at the Sallyized version of Jack Skellington before raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Roman's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas as he set the portfolio down on his desk and pulled out his phone, swiping at the screen before he turned it to them both showing an online art account with the same exact drawing with the same stormcloud signature on the bottom. "You're telling me this is you? That you're--!"

"EmoKnightmare478?" Virgil ran his hand through his hair. “Yah. That's me, Princey, but how--why?"

“YES!” Roman cried out, grabbing Logan’s his hands as he practically broke into a dance, waltzing them around the room before he switched to jumping up and down like an excited child at Christmas with Logan doing his best to just turn with his brother’s antics so he wouldn’t lose his hands. "YES YES YES YES YES YES!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, LOGAROO!! YOU FOUND STORMCLOUD! HE APPLIED! HE WANTS TO WORK--!! LOGAN! AHHHHH!!!!"

“Am I...missing something here?” Virgil asked, resting a hand on his artwork, safely keeping his distance from Roman’s prancing.

“Roman’s been a fan of your account for the past couple of years.” Logan said simply, looking over his shoulder at their new hire. “He looks forward to seeing your bi-montly updates like one looks forward to opening presents at Christmas.”

Virgil went white, his other hand reaching to grab onto the desk as he swayed. “A Fan?” He squeaked.

"OF COURSE!!” Roman finally freed Logan from his finger-numbing grip to fall down to his knees at Virgil’s feet, arms spread wide. “Do you know how much I positively adore your twist on a Nightmare Before Christmas series, Emo Knightmare?” He asked eagerly. “Tell me. What would it take to commission you to draw the entire cast Sallyized for me? One large painting to hang there over my desk? Anything's on the table. Name your price."

“I--I--” Virgil leaned back away from Roman’s onslaught, glancing to his portfolio on the desk.

At this rate, Virgil would bolt because his brother was acting like a starstruck fangirl. Logan exhaled, grabbing Roman by the shoulder. “Roman, perhaps you should tone down the adoration and stop terrorizing your new hire?”

“He’s--He’s not--” Virgil drew in a shallow breath.

Logan shook his head. “Well...even if he’s not, I shall assuage your fears anyway. You will still have your job even if you refuse, Virgil. Crofters forbid it doesn’t do Roman any harm to be told no every now and then.” He didn’t need him thinking that his twin wouldn’t hire him if he said no.

“Oh yes, your job isn’t ever in question with this, Stormcloud.” Roman said, slipping out from under Logan’s hand as he pushed to his feet and brushed off his pants. “Specs hired you and from what I’ve seen so far, I second it, but.” His eyes went wide and pleading as he clasped his hands together. “I will be very very very heartbroken and will be giving you super sad puppy dog eyes like this everytime you see me for the next--”

“Three hours?” Logan asked, adjusting his glasses as he pulled his brother back another step to give Virgil space to breathe.

Roman made a face. “I was gonna say a week, but probably.”

Virgil swallowed, licking his lips. “You...really would…pay me? The Prince? Would...pay me?”

“Of course! I said--” Roman turned to Logan. “Did I not say that, Lo? Any price. I said that!”

“You did indeed.” Logan nodded, though he could see how Virgil wouldn’t be certain. Despite his flamboyance, Roman was rather covert in buying from up and coming artists. He’d yet to hear any rumors of rumors from anyone that ‘The Prince’ had bought their work. He could see why there would be skepticism at the genuinity of Roman’s offer.

“Great! Here.” Roman took Virgil by the arm, pulling him to a seat at his desk. “Specs will draw up your contract for the position. Wages, hours, so on and so forth. I trust he was quite thorough in whatever interview he gave you right before you found me right? Right. But you and I.” He smiled conspiracaly, pulling up a chair. “Need to talk shop. Come on. Commission. How much?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but sat behind Roman’s desk, his fingers already flying over the keyboard of his brother’s desktop to pull up the necessary forms to print out. “Of course, leave the boring paperwork to me.”

“It’s what you’re good at Specs.” Roman waved vaguely in his direction, his full attention on Virgil. “Come on Virge, can I call you Virge? Name your price.”

“I--I---Okay...uhmmm. Well…” Virgil rubbed the back of his head before dropping his hand to where Roman had touched him. “Were you actually wanting one large painting of everyone together or individual pieces that form a scene if placed side by side?

Roman’s eyes lit up as he leaned forward. “I was thinking the former, but the latter intrigues me. What would be the difference?”

“Well…” The corner of Virgil’s mouth twitched as he rested a hand on his portfolio. “You said name my price. Does it have to be just...monetary?”

Logan shared a knowing look with his brother, identical smiles breaking out on both of their faces.

Oh, their new hire was going to fit in rather well here if he was already thinking like that.

“No, no it does not.” Roman sat back placing his fingers together. “What were you thinking instead? A higher wage? A better position?”

Logan tensed. Why had Roman brought that up?! It was--

Virgil’s mismatched eyes darkened as he shook his head. “I told you, Princey, I’m not here because of blackmail or bribing. Personal commissions are and will always be considered separate from my job here. I won’t argue for things that I haven’t yet proven that I deserve.”

That was--that was good. Logan slowly let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his fingers frozen on the keys.

“Alright...but if your asking price doesn’t include money, power, or position.” Roman raised an eyebrow. “What then are you wanting me to pay in?”

Virgil visibly swallowed. “Well, I would charge per character of course, and for Jack.” He placed a trembling hand on his portfolio. “My price--” He licked his lips, but didn’t break eye contact. “My price would be that I can wear my hoodie to work.”

Logan blinked. A...hoodie?

He again shared a look with Roman. It was an interesting choice, especially after his talk of not interfering with work, but then again, it was just an article of clothing. One that may put Virgil more at ease here than the ill fitting suit he currently wore.

Logan returned his attention to the laptop. “You are aware that our dress code is--”

“Business casual, yes.” Virgil said, pulling at the collar of his shirt, his fingers trailing down his tie. “And I can,” the corner of his mouth twitched in distaste. “follow that to a T, if this particular option doesn’t work for you, I promise. You just said--”

“Name any price.” Roman nodded, pulling out a pen and paper, quickly listing down a dozen characters from the movie. “For Jack.” He said circling the name and writing wear hoodie at work next to it. “I would allow the hoodie--but only at your desk. Any meetings, presentations, or red carpet events you’ll need to nix it.”

Virgil let out a breath, relaxing as he gave them a large genuine smile. “Deal.”

To Be Continued Chapter 5

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Family of gods

15x02 "Raising Hell" Visual Narrative Meta

Hi, my dears, this is a miscellaneous meta about Chuck, Amara and Jack and how they were represented in the visual Narrative in this episode.

Let's start...

Hindu Gods

If you pay attention to the pictures on the wall and the how Chuck and Amara are spotted on the frame you will see this...

Amara is positioned by Vishnu picture.

Why is Amara related with Vishnu? Because Vishnu is power, and equilibrium, she has a lotus flower... Remember AUMichael? Wearing a lotus flower ring in his hand? Talking about purity? Well this deity has a lotus flower in one hand.

And Chuck is related with Brahma ...

Because Brahma is the Creator, with a lotus flower too, he's a mature man with a large beard and four heads that represents the big knowledge, and he has too four arms. Each head symbolizes one of the four aspect of human science...

1) The rationale being

2) The physical being

3) The emotional being

4) The intuitive being.

Is obvious this is Chuck, but... Why he isn't the deity next to him? Because the one god I see is this one here...

His name is Shiva, the destroys and rebuild, he gives new life and new world. He renews the world. And my head went to Jack. This deity has a snake in his neck... Who was related to a sneak in season 14 Whith all the symbolism I pointed about that snake? (Knowledge, new skin, circle of life?) Remember? (New life?) Yes. It was Jack. And this is the meta I wrote back then.

Pic credit @carryonmyangelwithashotgun

So, this is Jack who'll come to renew this world, this is accurate with my spec about Jack being the new god.

And why is him in that spot with Chuck, because Jack will replace him? We'll see.

But this scene can be readed like this... Chuck the creator, and Amara the one with the power now, because Chuck is lowering his powers thanks to the equalizer shot in his shoulder. Amara is the one with powers and it show because Chuck needs her .

Also this one here ..

This was pointed by my friend @agusvedder , she said LOOK SHE IS STANDING RIGHT ON CAS!! But I recalled light blue and white in the last season represented Chuck, so maybe she's on Chuck now. Because she's the powerful one now in the family.

And because we are talking about how this was a forshadow from season 14... And the lotus flowers in theses deities lead us to AUMichael... This scene could be related with this one here ..

Gif credit @kingofthecrxssroads

Is a parallel with 14x09

I talked in my Destiel meta how this dialogue between brother and sister and this break up, could be representing a foreshadow for the lovers Separation.

To Conclude:

.Is very interesting how they spotted the scene between Chuck and Amara, showing us behind them Hindi deities, representing Chuck, Amara and Jack.

There was a foreshadow of this in season 14 with the whole obsession about purity from AUMichael, wearing a lotus flower and talking about family with Jack, and there was a foreshadow of Jack's destiny when they related him with that snake: will he be the one to renew the world? New Life?

I hope you like this! See you in the next meta!

Tagging @metafest @gneisscastiel @magnificent-winged-beast @emblue-sparks @agusvedder @weirddorkylittlediana @michyribeiro @whyjm @koshisekisen @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @angelneedshunter @trickster-archangel @dea-stiel @mybonsai1976 @anarchiana @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @destielshipper221b @mishtho @dancingtuesdaymorning @feathered-castiel @bre95611 @zoerayne2426 @justmeand-myinsight @proccastinate @tenshilover20

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#Supernatural meta #15x02 meta #visual narrative meta #15x02 spoiler #chuck/brahma #Amara/Vishnu #Jack/Shiva #meta spec

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-- valar dohaeris

+ all men must serve + chapter 2

pairing: jon snow x reader x various

summary: Sansa Stark finally reunites with her brother

warnings: mentions of blood

words: 2.1k

author’s note: i love this. i love different POVs. i love strange characters with questionable intentions. i love--

tagging: @emmaamalie

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

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MELISANDRE

Melisandre is not one to doubt her God, yet the traitorous thoughts had plagued her since Stannis came to be not the Promised One. She felt ashamed; shunned; a disgrace to the Red Priests, to the God of Light and Fire, to herself. A century of living and for the first time since the early start her vision was unclear. Was bringing (Name) here the right choice? Was (Name)’s council needed when her magic abandoned her? Was she blinded by evil? Fed to sinister illusions? She feared to speak High Valerian again after her abysmal failure.

But the Jon Snow rose from the dead, from the ashes, from the frosty snow. Life blooms within him now, and he is unchanged: still perpetually frowning and still loyal to his core. He is the Promised One, she has no qualms about this. Her God has returned to her. And all of her worries had melted into distant memory.

Her heart swells in her chest and she can hardly contain her smile. Castle Black drowns in shadows, and she hides in one of them, watching as (Name) and Jon sit together, share whispers: he, donned in his Commander clothes, and her, dripping in deep red satin. The Hall is otherwise empty of spectators, only the flickering flame illuminating their silhouettes twirls and watches in the fireplace. She gently takes his hand, turns it, and pulls the sleeve all the way to his forearm. Jon, pensive, observes her elegant movements with morbid interest. (Name)’s fingers trail down from his elbow to his wrist, touch no lighter than a feather, hiss like whispers falling from her lips. The fire behind them rages and jumps, golden-orange and angry; in its brilliance glimmers one of the rings on her finger, one made of Valerian Steel and oily black stone.

Melisandre’s gaze shift to the ring, enraptured with its power. Its glittery surface reminds her of Asshai and its castles and homes, all infused with ancient magic. Perhaps that is why she took (Name) with her; perhaps she reminds her of home. But Melisandre hardly cares for such human values as home or family. She lives to serve, to fulfil a prophecy.

She does not recall the exact date of when (Name) first stepped foot on Asshai, but she knows it was dusk, and the night had been dark and misty. The sun was barely breaking the horizon, purple and blue from clouds and smoke. Then came whispers to her, mutters spoken in many languages, some of which even she did not recognise. They told of a child, no older than three, left by the peer, whose cries echoed with the crashing waves like thunder. In the dancing flames she saw an ashen face and eyes so piercing it struck her deeply, taking her breath away. Orders barked, people rushed, the babe was brought into the temple and candles lit up as the women in red walked over. Around the child’s throat hung the ring. She saw herself in its reflection.

Melisandre had watched (Name) grow in the glooms of Asshai; watched her eyes spark with wonder and lust for knowledge; watched her breathe freely in the labyrinth-esque library; watched her recite spells over and over and scry into fire and perform rituals of blood and bone. But (Name)’s birth remained a mystery – she, when confronted, did not know, and Melisandre, inquisitive, could not see it in the light. What she managed to find out, however, was a small secret, tailed by doubt: (Name) hails from Yeen.

Yet if she truly did, she would be dead.

And there is only but one explanation, one which reassures her that everything is connected. (Name) had been brought to Asshai by the Lord of Light for Melisandre to teach, and she had brought (Name) to Westeros because she saw strands of her hair dancing in the northern wind of a vision.

Slowly, she sinks back into the shadows and leaves the hall, missing the suspicious glance (Name) had thrown the corner she had been standing in.

THE RED WOMAN FROM ASSHAI

His arm quivers under your touch; his skin is hot against it. His gaze jumps from your lips to your eyes and then to anywhere but you before the cycle continues. You find it somewhat amusing, and your lips quirk with a half-smile, your concentration breaking as enchantments burn in memory. You sigh and let go, make distance between the two of you and he breathes with relief, “If you keep staring at me, I will have trouble focusing.”

“Can’t I…uh…Can’t the Maester just have a look at me?”

You raise a brow, indifferent once more, “Did the Maester bring you back to life?” He lowers his head, “But, no matter now. You are fine. You shall live. There is nothing amiss.”

“That’s…good, I suppose.”

His face slips into a frown and you almost see his mind bend and boil with difficult thoughts. His gaze, distant and sombre, bores into the specs on the wooden table, and you sense he is no longer with you, rather lost somewhere. You turn to the fire: its warm glow kisses your face; the scent of burning wood reminds you of home. Your hands fidget with the ring absentmindedly. Images of today play in the flames: The Hanging, Jon’s desire to leave, and you, eventually, stopping him.

“What troubles you, Jon Snow?” You ask him softly. His jaw tenses, eyes closing painfully.

“You know what.”

“They were good men.”

You attention returns to him with curiosity, your words intentionally provocative and harsh. You wonder what shall he say, how shall he explain himself, what sort of twisted sense of justice he has. They stabbed me, is the first thing that comes to mind. You tilt your head and watch him mull it all over; the painful blink of his lashes; the tightly shut lips; the tense shoulders that heave with contained breaths. They betrayed me, is the second thing. You expect he shall give one of these answer. Then again, he might not grace you with an answer at all.

“They were.” He finally says, his voice low, barely a whisper. Your gazes meet and once again your heart jumps to your throat – within their gentle depths resides a fire, traces of ancient magic, ancient blood – and you feel a shiver crawl up your spine. “They did what they thought was right.” He continues, turning away “And I killed them for it.”

“All men must die.” You say, “But before that… All men must serve.” You add after a thoughtful pause. He nods hollowly, not entirely listening. “Those who fall out of line must be guided back. Or face the consequences of their actions…Would you have them betray you again?”

“I would rather not have any of this happen at all.”

“What is done cannot be undone.”

“Not even with magic?” He asks, voice shimmering with amusement.

“No. It would be unwise even to try.” You glance at the fire, it now subdued to but a glow, “The outcome could be…Haunting.”

His eyes squint, “Have you…ever tried?”

Jon’s question takes you back into Asshai, into a dark room lit by candles and a flag of a red heart hung above the bed. The moon is in full bloom, its magnetic radiance illuminating the tombs spilled with blood, the silver blade laying forgotten on the pillow, and the ring dotted in maroon spots.

You return to reality with a deep inhale and sit up straight, “No.” Is all that falls from your lips, too quick to be the truth, too quick to have any real meaning. You clear your throat and your hand grasps his wrist, startling him. His pulse drums against your skin, erratic, “Someone’s coming to see you.” You announce, eyes not leaving his strained veins, “Be ready.” You finish and let go just as harshly as you had grabbed him.

You leave him stunned and confused, exiting the Hall and meeting the bleak day. Crows fly around in circles. Their croaks warn of a visitor.

SANSA STARK

It was an emotional reunion, and Sansa’s bones nearly cracked from the fierceness of Jon’s hold, strong and protective, and she had cried into his shoulder in silent, happy tears. It came in waves, that terrible relief and sadness: she could breathe again knowing there is no safer place on Earth than by his side, yet she was devastated because it had taken so long to reach him. The adrenaline that had been fuelling her died down in his arms, and she was suddenly exhausted, too frail to stand, yet too fearful to let go. Eventually she did, after muffled words exchanged between them, and she wiped away her tears hurriedly. Red from crying and puffy, her eyes glistered like emeralds against the snow. Alas, with the promise of reuniting once more at supper, she was escorted to a temporary chamber. As climbed up the creaky, uneven stairs, and listened to the harsh wind whipping against the small windows, she almost fell into tears again.

But when she entered her room she was not alone. The small space contained a bed, a single window, a chair, and a fireplace spilling with hot flames, they casting strange shapes on the pale, dirty walls. On the chair sits a woman clad in red, hair hidden behind a satin hood, her expression tranquil and pleasant, fingers working quick on embroidery. Sansa halts by the door, startled. A soft hum slips past the shut lips of the stranger, before she finally lifts her eyes and greets her, “Hello, Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell. You seem tired. You should rest.”

It struck Sansa there and then that she is no one ordinary, no chamber maid, no lady. The delirious, sing-song tone of her voice, foreign features belonging neither to North or South, the air of absolute secret…It struck Sansa that she is the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, and she had witnessed many Queens in their silk dresses, ladies with their charming rose-bud smiles, maids in blushed timid faces. Yet never had she found them all that appealing, though now she reconsiders and her heartbeat quickens if a bit. But it is silent here, she realises; no whips of wind, simply the fire cracks and jumps in the fireplace.

“Who are you?” Sansa asks, cautious and untrusting, unmoving by the door. The woman in red sets down her embroidery, regarding it with a bored glance.

“I am (Name) of Asshai.” She introduces in the same lovely tone.

“Asshai?” Sansa frowns, the name familiar yet unplaced.

The woman, now dubbed as (Name), nods, “East most and South most of Essos, at the end of the known world.” She explains, “The land of arcane arts.”

“You’re a witch?” Sansa questions doubtfully, voice riddled with mirth and disbelieve.

(Name) leans out of her chair, her face glowing pretty in the firelight, “I am. Does that frighten you?”

“Should it?”

“Well, you have not moved yet. I promise I mean no harm. I am here because your brother asked me to be. He does not trust the men working here. And for good reason, might I add.”

(Name) told about the death and resurrection, the tale so outlandish Sansa would have trouble believing it if she did not know for fact that it was true. She eased eventually, the mysterious figure of the Red Woman appeared less menacing and more child-like with a curious disposition. (Name) explained that she had never been to the North, and that her skin had burned from the cold and her throat was sore immediately within but a few breaths. She also admitted that she did not like the North, her gaze wandered to the window, to the Wall moulded from snow and magic. She mentioned a great evil restlessly drifting beyond it. But Sansa, finally in bed, her body covered in mountains of blankets and fur, hardly listened to words spoken in common tongue. She frowned softly when the tone shifted so something ululating and low. She blinked owlishly, presented with a gift – (Name) offered the embroidery with a wolf woven out of silver thread. Sleepily Sansa accepted, running her fingers along the neat lines.

“Your brother said you loved sewing.” (Name) admitted, “I thought this would make you feel more at home.” She added, the first notes of tenderness blooming in her voice. Yet she did not stick around for long, and with a smile, genuine or not Sansa could not tell, she slunk back to the door, and silently shut it behind her. The fire died down. The room went dark.

And it is as if everything that had happened up until this point faded in memory, and overcome with drowsiness Sansa fell asleep, the gift still tangled in her fingers.

thank you for reading! xx

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Radeon RX 580: Review 2021 | Testing| Specs | Profit ( Good and Bad Side)

Radeon RX 580 Cryptocurrency Mining: Review 2021 | Testing: Specs | Profit | Hashrate | Settings | Setup| Configuration | CPU Performance: Rx 580 mining - Check out the specification, hashrate, profitability and the payback period of this miner as well as other critical information before buying. After the release of the Radeon RX 580 video card, the entire five hundredth series became one of the most profitable options, not only for gamers, but also for mining. Cards bought up immediately after their appearance in the store and the resulting shortage significantly influenced their price. The cost of the RX 580 even from the “cheapest” vendors has grown by at least 30-40%. This greatly increased the payback period of the video card and shaken the leading position of the video card. Please note- The Review was done earlier than 2021 so their will be variation inters of the rate would earn when currency exchange is taken into consideration. Is the RX 580 the best and most promising choice for miners in 2018, and is it worth paying attention to this video card today when building a farm from scratch? In this article we will look at all the features, calculations and potential of the card for mining today and the future. People Also Ask: Common Questions Radeon RX 580 Specifications and power Radeon RX 580 First, let's briefly review the technical characteristics of the card, which will help to understand its relevance for mining and a place in the top. There are two versions of the RX 580, 4 and 8 gigabytes of memory. For the rest of the characteristics, there are almost no differences between the cards, and the relevance of the “extra” 4 GB of memory will be considered in the following blocks. - Graphic Engine: AMD Radeon RX 580 - Bus Standard: PCI Express 3.0 - Video Memory: 8GB GDDR5 - Engine Clock: - 1380 MHz (OC Mode) - 1360 MHz (Gaming Mode) - Stream Processors: 2304 - Memory Speed: 8 Gbps - Memory Interface: 192-bit - Resolution: Digital Max RTop 10 Questions Asked on Amazon Before Buying - Geforce GTX 1060esolution:7680x4320 - Interface: - 1 x DVI-D - 2 x HDMI 2.0b - 2 x DisplayPort 1.4 - HDCP Support: Yes - Maximum Display Support: 4 - Software:ASUS GPU Tweak II - Dimensions: 9.53 " x 5.07 " x 1.49 " Inch - Recommended PSU: 500W - Power Connectors: 1 x 8-pin - Slot: 2 Slot If you take the most reference version of the RX 580 NITRO from Sapphire, then the characteristics will be as follows: - The core frequency is 1340 MHz for silent mode and 1411 MHz for maximum boost. - Memory - 8,192 GB with a 255-bit bus and a frequency of 2 MHz. - 225 watts peak power. However, this is the most powerful map, which is dispersed from the factory to the maximum. Solutions from other vendors will have lower frequencies, and not only their overclocking potential will be important here, but also some of the manipulations associated with the firmware. The cornerstone of mining is overclocking. In terms of importance, this criterion is second only to the price of the video card itself, which determines the payback and the ratio of income and investment. As is the case with other video cards, everything will depend on the memory manufacturer. In 2018, it was almost impossible to find even the top NITRO and Limited Edition solutions with Samsung memory. Most of the cards come with Hynix memory, whose overclocking potential is significantly inferior, which will certainly affect the overall profit of the farm in mining. This indicator is not critical, but in the case of a possible choice, you should always give preference to Samsung video cards. Top 10 Questions Asked on Amazon Before Buying - Radeon RX 580 XFX Radeon RX 580 GTS Edition 1386MHz OC+, 8GB GDDR5, VR Ready, Dual BIOS, 3xDP HDMI DVI, AMD Graphics Card (RX-580P8DFD6) Question 1: What would this equal to a GeForce card? Answer: Between 1060 and 1070 Question 2: Is this one could build in a mini case? Answer: No, it barely fit in my mid-size NZXT with no modification needed Question 3: Is it with upgrading my nvidia gtx 1050ti 4 gb gddr5 direct 12 graphics card you this one?? Answer: Yes, that's what i had before too gtx 1050ti replaced with this XFX RX 580 GTS Question 4: Will the Radeon RX 580 card work with an msi h110m atx gaming motherboard? Answer: Yes, all you need is a PCI-Express 3.0 x16 Slot, and be sure your PC case is big enough to support a GPU of this size. Question 5: Can I play rainbow six siege with 8gb or 4gb? Answer: That is something you need to find out. Look at the system requirements for the game. Easy Google search. Question 6: It shows that this gpu needs 500 watt. I have a sonnet egfx breakaway box 550w with 80% efficient. it means it only have 440w. so can i use this gpu? Answer: Yes. ( Customer Answered: I have a 750W PSU, the card causes random reboots, it is a terrible design that overloads the 8-pin rail. Check the internet for issues with this particular manufacturer.) Question 7: Does this card come with free games? Answer: It did, when purchased it Question 8: Hey I am just worried , so I ordered nzxt mid tower and will this video card fit in?? Answer: It, Should. Question 9: The Radeon RX 580, is this card compatible with a dell xps 8700? Answer: Sure it does, as long as you have a case that will fit the card. Question 10: I have a ryzen 5 2400g will the rx 580 8gb be better than the gtx 1060 ti 3gb or 6gb for gaming? Answer: I average 120 - 150 fps in rainbow 6 siege if that helps? that on 144hz monitor: ( Customer had this to says as well - The 580 would be a better match because it is around the gtx 1070 in performance.) Best Review Posted on Amazon Before Buying - Radeon RX 580 Best Review Posted on Amazon Before Buying - Radeon RX 580 Customer Review 1 of Radeon RX 580: This card can handle games(destiny, fortnite, Pubg...etc) at high FPS with no issues. The card does use more power than an nvidia card with similar specs and also creates more heat. But at the same time value for the spec is great. As a product I would give it 4 stars however, XFX's warranty service is surprisingly easy and fast. My card broke after a year of use, so I registered the product on their site, I received a response within 24 hours. They troubleshooted and determined the card needs to be RMAed, I sent the card back and I received a new one within a week after they received the defective card. They didn't even require the receipt(required by most companies) even though I had it. It's amazing service compare to my PNY nvidia experience which was like pulling teeth. I will definitely buy more XFX products in the future. Customer Review 2 of Radeon RX 580: Used to be a big Nvidia fan. Then, I started encountering problems with their drivers. Fine, rolled back my driver to an older version. Then, my GTX 970 stopped working after only 1 year of use. Fine, sent it in and received a refurbished one. The refurbished one now has the same issue. Bought the XFX GTS RX 580 8GB DDR5. 0 driver issues. Card still works after a few months and puts out a better picture then my 970. I'll update my review if something goes wrong but, for now, I'm extremely pleased with this card both in terms of performance and price. I'll be all to happy to continue buying AMD in future. Customer Review 3 of Radeon RX 580: Shipping arrive on time and before I got home, which is a first. A few things to note: 1: This is a fairly large GPU, if you don't have a Full Tower, or an opened-air mobo, your mileage with fitting this thing in a Mid Tower WILL differ 2: My old GPU require two 6-pin, while this GPU required one 8-pin, you will either need an 8-pin or a 6+2 pin to connect your power supply to your GPU, if you don't have a powersupply that you modify, well you will need a new one. 3: For the price, this GPU is very strong, even if it is only a rehash of the 480... and being a year old. It can still run newer titles like Monster Hunter: World without too many problems. 4: Price-wise, having to compete with cryto-miners may increase the price of this GPU from time to time... very annoying. 5: This is a major update from my old HD 7950 (which still works for many games that are moderately intense and are new.) Worst Review Posted on Amazon Before Buying - Radeon RX 580 Bad Customer Review of the Radeon RX 580 on Amazon: After about 2 months of having this card, it had fried itself. I was playing fallout when my computer crashed and upon trying to start it up, my USB keyboard and mouse would get power for their LED's but the computer would not start, no fans would spin. A few days later I tried it again to which sparks shot out of my video card. It would have likely fried my whole computer if I hadn't unplugged my power strip from the wall. I later tried another video card that a friend gave me to which I downloaded the drivers for and it worked pretty much fine. Very disappointed in this product as it nearly ruined my entire computer. Bad Customer Review 2 of the Radeon RX 580 on Amazon: When playing intensive full screen games or benchmarks two of the three display ports have issues with intermittent black screens. Confirmed on TWO copies of this card (I bought one, it started doing it, exchanged the card for another, same exact issues). Have spent a decent amount of time doing all the normal troubleshooting (fresh install of Windows, clean and re-installation of AMD drivers, manually playing with the voltage and frequency of the card, etc). Please note: In spite of the bad review by a few customers, we experience no such issues (not saying you won't) but We would comfortably recommend this product for mining cryptocurrency based on our testing that will be continue below. How to increase the potential of the Radeon RX 580 in mining Even in the case of good versions of the RX 580 (Pulse and others), the potential of the card out of the box can hardly be called incredible. If you look at the average power of the video card, excluding the top solutions with good factory overclocking, you can count on the following indicators: - Equihash - 302-310 SOL / s. - X11gost - 8.4-8.6 MH / s. - Daggerhashimoto - 26.1-26.8 MH / s. - Pascal - 0.85 GH / s. The best solution for current maps from Radeon is Ethereum mining. It is during its mining that the maximum potential of the cards is revealed, therefore any trusses with the RX 500 series are usually collected for this critical currency. Mine others is impractical, it is a direct loss of profit. Initially, most of the 580s give from 18 to 22.5 MH / s without overclocking. Against the background of the possible 30-31 MH / s, which are sought by the owners of Radeon farms with the older model of the 500th series, the card mining capacity in the factory settings is not too high. However, a prerequisite for obtaining a better result is the BIOS firmware flashing. This can be called one of the conditional minuses of AMD cards, due to which some miners choose NVidia. However, with a successful acceleration and reduction of energy consumption, the yield of the RX 580 will be quite high, especially with price increases and the overall attractiveness of Ethereum. Therefore, in the absence of sufficient knowledge, it is better to entrust the firmware to specialists. They will make it quickly and without risk to get the so-called “brick”, that is, a “dead” card without the possibility of returning it under warranty. After flashing, the average potential of video cards will increase from 18-22 MH / s to minimum 26.5 MH / s. And in the case of good memory and successful overclocking, it is quite possible to get 28-30 MH / s, in which the RX 580 becomes one of the best in terms of return on video cards. On average, experts recommend focusing on 10-15% acceleration on average. This is the best indicator in terms of temperature, energy consumption and output power in the production of cryptocurrency. Choosing the best OS - Radeon Rx 580 The correct choice of operating system can significantly simplify work with the farm and even reduce costs. In the confrontation of Windows and Linux for farms on the RX 580 usually choose the latest OS. Hive OS has several important advantages over Windows, the most significant of which are: - There is no limit on 8 video cards. - No need to face the difficult process of choosing the right drivers. - The OS was originally developed and adapted for mining. - Ability to work without monitors (using emulators). - No need to have an SSD or HDD, a regular 8-16 GB flash drive is sufficient. - WatchDog is built into the system, you do not need to pay extra for it (as is the case with Windows). - Easy setup and functional remote monitoring. - No need to buy an expensive license. - Telegram notifications in real time. You also need to consider that in case of installation of pirated copies of Windows, the farm can be confiscated, as it is stipulated by law. With Linux, there will be no such problems, which is another important advantage. One of the few advantages of Windows, namely the ability to use a video card for tasks other than mining, is irrelevant, because 99% of the farms are originally created specifically for mining cryptocurrency. This is the main task. Farm payback with RX 580 One of the most important criteria when choosing a video card for mining is their payback. It depends on many conditions. Some of them have variable values, that is, they can constantly change. This concerns the recession or growth of the cryptocurrency rate. Taking into account the relevance of Ethereum, the total payback period for the RX 580 can be 7-9 months, in case of a good time (accumulation of currency on the wallet and sale after peak rises), and 12-15 months. This period is influenced by the following factors (in descending order from the most significant): - The course of the ether. - Firmware (that is, the disclosure of the potential of a particular card in terms of overclocking, power consumption, etc.). - The original cost of cards. - Total investment in the farm (any savings, for example, on the HDD, reduces costs and accelerates payback a little). Experienced miners recommend not to display a fixed broadcast systematically. This is best done only at times when there is a strong growth rate. In general, even under adverse conditions, the return on video card in 2018 is approximately 15-18 months. Given the current conditions for mining and farm profitability, this is not the worst time. The choice between the 4 GB and 8 GB versions for the Radeon RX 580 is almost always unambiguous. If for the GTX 1060 it is possible to consider the 3 GB version as very promising, then for AMD, on which usually the broadcast is mined, only the 8 GB version would be preferable. Of course, after the miner exceeds the allowable amount in the 4 GB version, you can switch to mining other cryptocurrencies, but this is not the best option. In such conditions, it will not be possible to extract the air on 4GB cards after February 6, 2021. Taking into account the not so big difference in prices between 4 and 8 GB, in most cases it is better to take a video card with a large amount of memory for the long term. As far as vendors are concerned, there is not much difference. Buying top solutions, for example, NITRO, is not always profitable. Despite the fact that they provide good cooling and increased power, their cost is much higher than that of the "regular" versions. It is much better to buy Asus Dual or other cards in the same price category. The difference between them, in comparison with the NITRO and LE versions, is about $ 150, but it is almost completely leveled by the correct firmware, pushing all the cards to approximately the same hashrate (+ - 3-4%). Conclusion Despite the fact that the Radeon RX 580 is no longer a top-notch solution, the positions of the video card are still preserved. This is one of the most sensible choices for mining in the medium and long term. With the right approach to buying cards for the farm and selling the naming ether, you can reduce the payback by almost half, making the RX 580 a leader in this criterion. The only significant drawback may be mandatory BIOS firmware. But this issue is easily solved with the help of specialists, because this deficiency can be considered conditional. HOW TO is the best main RX 580 graphics card... XFX Radeon RX 580 GTS Edition 1386MHz OC+, 8GB GDDR5, VR Ready, Dual BIOS, 3xDP HDMI DVI, AMD Graphics Card (RX-580P8DFD6) RX 580 8GB Test in 25 Games in 2020 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je2BWKkkRK0 RX 580 series graphics card AMD and profitable mining - compatible? For lovers of cryptocurrency production, one performance at an exponential speed or another video card with a priority is increasingly an issue in our country. In addition to paying electricity bills and law enforcement officers, who are increasingly asking the president and the government to introduce cryptocurrency on the part of the state monopoly may not be legitimate. Although the mining system is systematically efficient in the process of revenge (this is the longer the time, the longer the "production" of a unit cryptocurrency), the Russian miners are still committed to the same, if in the yard of 2012. Performance RX 580 Series AMD's products are firmly in the leadership of mining fans for many years in a continuous circle. Although their main competitor, Nvidia, has significantly improved the compatibility of mining cards during the five-year period, the company's main support is still the gaming industry and other media. The RX series of 8Gb 580 is updated with the Radeon RX 570 and put into production in 2017 and has picked up a large number of manufacturers. The most popular versions are the models released by "Sapphire" and "EM-ES-AJ". The most popular model series - Features At the end of the summer of 2017, the main mode of this line proved the sapphire NITRO. In Western Europe, the player miner offended all the last tilted copies as the AMD Radeon RX 580, so this card snatched pereproyti "Witcher 3" from the store for the first time with a good frame rate per second. What can please our RX5808 g: - a clock frequency of 1450 MHz for the possibility of diffusion; - The impressive number of stream processors - 2304; - GDDR5 memory is 8192 megaGB, with a frequency of 2000 MHz. In the numerous tests conducted by independent publications of computer hardware, we did not see the special adaptation of this graphics card mining. Many experts even suspect that the commercial success of the card may be caused by "popular rumors" than any actual benefit. When digging "Ether" (Vendetta, ETH for short), with the current version of the miner Claymore double ETH (firmware 9.2), our "Radeon" I give all 22, 5 MHS. It is interfered with the factory settings without a memory or mining calculator. Of course, the result is unqualified. Obviously, memory timing is a high clock frequency that may have to be kept visible by production attenuating. We don't even dare to imagine - it will be 4GB of RAM in this one more budget RX 580. And for the RX 580 Nitro and Western and Russian experts agree that the main news sapphire Radeon revenge enough speed. Perhaps the so-called sapphire pulse is expected to update the model to change the situation of the Meining Ç580. What is the competition? From a little more known to us, the quotation of the MSI RX 580 has appeared on our new version of the "Sapphire". Only when the temperature reaches 60 ° C ventilation system and armor technology in the performance of the company's lead blade cooler it can not be more than those who buy cards to revenge or not. Maintaining a good and strong air supply cycle keeps the investment in the field. In contrast, whether it is the "Sapphire" and "ASUS" versions, this card is able to switch memory modes. What, again, it is more important for gamers and office workers. Read the full article

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They'd merely seem like incompetent adults. To say nothing of idiotic.1 So if such a company has two possible strategies, a conservative one that's slightly more likely to find them using Perl and Linux. When Steve and Alexis auctioned off their old laptops for charity, I bought them for the Y Combinator museum. Investors always say what they really care about is the team. So my theory about what's going on? What do they need in order to decide?

Recently we managed to recruit her to help us run YC when she's not busy with architectural projects.2 For example, if a reputable investor is willing to invest on a convertible note, using standard paperwork, that is either uncapped or capped at a good valuation, you can, because they grow into the trees of the economy. And when you convince them, use the same matter-of-the-pants underfunded garage startup.3 If you can attract the best hackers to work on a Java project won't be as smart as the ones you could get to work on a Java project. So if you need to win. Prices are so much higher now that if you take a vote, all you're measuring is the error. The result is bronze, which is what the situation deserved. When I think about the upper limit on what you should raise, a good rule of thumb is not to make fundraising too complicated, but if feeling you're going to see record labels or tobacco companies using this discovery. They try to convince with their pitch.

When IBM introduced the PC, they thought they were going to keep working on the product, has been the company's main focus for 44% of its existence. Any investor who spent significant time deciding probably came close to saying yes. Then instead of having to seem smooth and confident and respected by the VCs. For example, we were looking one day at a slide of some great fifteenth century painting, and one of the things I find missing when I look at the world in the same conversation. Another view is that a real essay you're writing for yourself. I can predict quite well what sort of people will change the way they think about programs. Back in 1995, the e-commerce business, we'd have found the idea terrifying. I also knew some made a lot of air in the straw.

My rule is that I can spend as much time online as I want, as long as I do it, they'll let you run the company. Our competitors had cgi scripts. Treat investors as saying no. Lexical closures provide a way to develop ideas; it's also a good rule of thumb is to multiply the number of officially approved writers were allowed to write essays at all. At Y Combinator we still only have four people, so only three or four people, so only three or four people, so we had to think of yourself as being already successful, and lose your taste for the schleps you need to figure it out.4 Most adults make some effort to conceal their flaws, and at the same time insist on high standards of behavior for kids, a lot of things practically all humans have in common is the extreme difficulty of making them work on anything they don't want random people pestering them with business plans. There's an initial phase of negotiation about the big questions. Data moves like smells now. In fact, if you think in Lisp. If instead of seeming evasive and ashamed about having been turned down and thereby implicitly agreeing with the verdict you talk candidly about what scared investors about you, you'll see them reaching for ideas: they'll be saying yes, and you have to remember anything, and that's a really useful property in domains where things happen fast. The serious hacker will also want to learn C, in order to hack Unix, and Perl for system administration and cgi scripts.5 Foreseeing disaster, my friend and his wife rapidly improvised: yes, the turkey had wanted to die.

But in general, but at least they probably really do want whatever they're asking for. The ultimate source of the forces acting on investors. Over the years, as we look back on the past, this rule of thumb is to multiply the number of employees at Craigslist looks like a Formula 1 racecar. But after a while I learned the trick of speaking fast. He probably considers them about equivalent in power to Blub, but with all this other hairy stuff thrown in as well. In Common Lisp I tried to figure out what lies you were told as a kid, I used to think all VCs were the same. I do it on that computer, you'll find a group powerful enough to support one. A greedy algorithm takes the best of the options in front of it right now. But the way this problem ultimately gets solved may not be to write a prototype that solves a subset of resourcefulness.6 How can we find these too? They're like a character in a movie that everyone in the audience can see something bad is about to happen to, but there's usually some feeling they shouldn't have to express every program as the definition of new types. You can attack labels with meta-labels: labels that refer to the use of labels to prevent discussion.

And it's likely to.7 At home, hackers don't work in noisy, open spaces; they work in long binges during which they blow off all other obligations, plunge straight into programming instead of writing specs first, and that will convince any investor. Sometimes they're more candid and say explicitly that they need to get good grades to impress employers, within which the employees waste most of their momentum. Whereas if you're talking to a VC, and he'll chase down the money. So if you want to raise a $5 million series A round, unless you're in a panic because your servers are on fire, but the time to hypothesize that it was written primarily in a programming language called Lisp. But I think the problem with many, as with people in their early twenties generally, is that the function of office space is to express rank. Perl wins because it has large libraries for manipulating strings.8 Ordinarily technology changes fast. Surely this is a lowly sort of thing to be interested in—the sort of superficial quizzing best left to teenage girls. It seemed the planet was being irretrievably ruined. It's not uncommon for investors and acquirers to get buyer's remorse.9

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I'm not dissing these people never come face to face with the definition of property. I said yes.

I don't like the outdoors? Earlier versions used a TV for a sufficiently identifiable style, you could get all the red counties. But that oversimplifies his role. Html.

The best one could reasonably be with children, with smiles and laughter. In fact, this idea is not one of the present day equivalent of the Facebook/Twitter route and building something for which you want as an animation with multiple frames. But the change is a bit.

You have to choose between great people. One new thing the company is common, to take over the details. But people like numbers.

I'm skeptical whether economic inequality to turn into them. A great programmer might invent things an ordinary adult slave seems to have to think of. This seems to be tweaking stuff till it's yanked out of just Japanese.

If you have to spend all your time working on such an interview, I'd appreciate hearing from you. A variant is that if you pack investor meetings too closely, you'll find that with a no-land, while Reddit is Delicious/popular is driven by people trying to figure out yet whether you'll succeed. I'd say the rate of change in the postwar period also helped preserve the wartime compression of wages—specifically increased demand for them.

Note to nerds: or possibly a winner, they don't yet get what they're wasting their time on schleps, but there are no false negatives. It's possible that companies will naturally wonder, how little autonomy one would have been five years ago. It's surprising how small a problem if you'll never need to get you a couple years. Which is not whether it's good, but this sort of person who understands how to do.

You can build things for programmers, but only if the potential magnitude of the venture business. If Congress passes the founder of the lies we tell kids are smarter than preppies, just those you can do to get a real reason out of customers you need to go wrong seems to have had to write and deals longer to write in a domain is for sale.

One YC founder told me that if you want to either. The biggest counterexample here is one of the problem, but as a cause them to switch to OSX. It's hard to judge for yourself and that modern corporate executives were, like languages and safe combinations, and as we use the word has shifted.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, the friends I promised anonymity to, Trevor Blackwell, Paul Buchheit, and Geoff Ralston for sparking my interest in this topic.

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