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avida-heidia-5 · 11 months ago

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While we wait for the 2024 Formula 1 season to arrive, I thought I’d entertain myself by playing a little tag game I’ve just created. Feel free to participate if you have the time to do it. 😊

🏎️💨 THE FORMULA 1 TAG GAME! 🏎️💨:

1. Who or what got you into F1?

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

(This is all the questions I could come up with, I’m afraid! My brain is absolutely worn to a frazzle! 😮‍💨)

Now tag as many people as you like! I tag the following peeps: @kaossbells, @argentinagp, @hurricane-heatt, @skitskatdacat63, @racingliners, @formulaes5, @princemick, @4xmulti21champion, @schumigrace, @hungriestheidi, @ellalovesvettel, @twinkodium, and @wanderingblindly. Feel free to participate if you would like to. No pressure! 😊

If I haven’t tagged you in this but you want to participate, you have my permission. Go absolutely wild!

Now here are my answers below the cut! Warning: I can be a touch rambly!

1. Who or what got you into F1?

My parents introduced me to F1 in 2004 when I was around 4 or 5 years old. I vividly remember watching pretty much the whole of the 2005 season on the telly and how amazing a lot of the races were back then. 😍 Since then, we’ve been keeping up with watching races, following the news, and visiting Silverstone for Free Practice sessions and fun events like the Classic Weekend and the Lap Of Lights whenever possible.

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

I was drawn to Kimi Räikkönen when I was young because I found him attractive. 😳 This was before I knew anything about F1. 😅 Once I got into the habit of watching the sport regularly, I was happily cheering him on. That McLaren was a BEAST…when it was reliable. 😬

I didn’t know much about Kimi’s story back then. As I grew older though, I did some research on him and came to understand why fans love him so much. He kept a cool head during qualifying and race days (He’s called The Iceman for a reason!) and I just love his personality in general: Quiet, composed, honest, and straightforward. And who could forget the memes that spawned during Kimi’s return to F1?

Even though Kimi’s retired from the sport (seemingly for good 😢), I still love and support him with all my heart, whatever he gets up to. 💙❄️

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

Sebastian Vettel. Oooooh Sebastian Vettel! Where do I even start? 🥰

I have an insane adoration for this man, even more than Kimi admittedly. Seb is just…on another level to me. 😍😍😍

He’s the sweetest, most loveliest man on the planet. He’s kind, generous, talented, and cultured. He’s also an environmentalist, and I fully support his journey to try and make our planet a greener, tidier, happier, and healthier place. 🌎🌱 I’m always fascinated with what he has to say; whether it’s something positive or negative. He has a ridiculous knowledge of everything related to F1 and our environment, and I love him even more for it.

Seb is also retired from F1 and I still miss him dearly, but that doesn’t stop me from loving and supporting this man. I adore him to absolute BITS! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber have an interesting dynamic to me. I’ve enjoyed seeing their relationship develop and fall apart and repair themselves back together on track, from when the two were teammates at Red Bull all the way up to today. It’s good that they can laugh about their mishaps and misfortunes afterwards. I don’t know, these two just fascinate me. 💜

Other favourite driver pairings include (in no particular order): Seb and Kimi, Seb and Charles Leclerc, Fernando Alonso and Giancarlo Fisichella, Fernando Alonso and Lance Stroll, Lando Norris and Carlos Sainz Jr., Lando Norris and Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz Jr., and FINALLY, Alex Albon and Logan Sargeant.

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

We’re happy to support any team, but we’re primarily McLaren supporters in this household. 🧡 As for drivers, my mum loves Jenson Button and my dad is a Nigel Mansell and Fernando Alonso supporter. My sister just recently started getting into F1 and she supports Lando Norris. We never have any complaints or disputes over our choices, which is nice. 😊

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

There’s quite a lot of races I’ve enjoyed watching over the years. I don’t like the current races that much; I’m more of a 2000’s & 2010’s grid enjoyer. My favourite race of all time has got to be the 2012 Brazilian GP. It was the most nail-biting race I have ever watched! I was on the edge of my seat the whole time! 😱 To me, nothing can top it!

However, the race that stood out to me the most – and the race that firmly cemented my enjoyment for the sport – was the 2005 Japanese Grand Prix. Kimi was a BEAST in that McLaren! From starting dead last on the grid to snatching victory on the final lap. What a show he put on! 🤩👏🏻

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

Spa-Francorchamps will forever be my favourite circuit. It’s home to one of the most iconic battles in history. (“BUT HERE COMES SEBASTIAN VETTEL!!!!”) Plus the foresty backdrop is absolutely stunning. 😍 One of my dream goals is to visit this iconic circuit and watch a race in person one day. 🙏🏻

I also love Silverstone, Hockenheim, Monza, Sepang, Interlagos, and the Nürburgring.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

No, I’ve never been to a race before. Not yet, at least. I would really love to go to one with my family and friends though. 🤩🙏🏻

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

Unfortunately, as of writing, no. We’ve taken many pictures of drivers, but I’ve yet to actually come face-to-face with them and take their autographs and have pictures with them. 🙁 One day, I’m hoping this will all come true. 🤞🏻

My parents briefly talked to Esteban Ocon when he was a reserve driver. (They don’t know which team he was in at the time and I don’t know either. This was around 2015, if that helps. 🤷🏻‍♀️) My mum was extremely lucky to talk to and get an autograph from Jenson Button’s dad John when he was alive. I believe this was around the time before Jenson won the World Championship. They’ve yet to get Jenson’s autograph. Again, one day! 🤞🏻

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

I don’t have many favourite cars, and I’m not a car nerd like my dad is. However, the McLaren MP4/20 is a certified favourite of mine. The black and white West McLaren livery in general looked very smart. I’m happy it lasted a very long time from 1997 to 2005. 😍 I wish they brought those colours back in modern races, like for special occasions or something. 😭

I also love the blue and yellow Mild Seven Renault livery from 2005, followed by McLaren’s delightfully retro Gulf livery from 2021, and Hungry Heidi herself: the Red Bull RB9 from 2013.

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

Robert Kubica. This man went from having his horrific accident during the 2007 Canadian GP to winning the race a year later at the same circuit. What a legend! 🤍

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

Let’s start with my favourite hilarious quote: Kimi’s got hundreds of iconic moments during his time in F1. I actually use his infamous quote “Just leave me alone! I know what I’m doing!” quite often in normal conversations, so…I’ll go with that! 🤣🤣🤣

As for inspirational quotes, hmmm, that’s a lot harder. The one that came to my head first was Daniel Ricciardo’s “Enjoy the butterflies” quote. I also love Sebastian Vettel’s “You can’t always be the best, but you can do your best.” and his retirement speech, among others. If I had to choose one….uhhhhh, let’s go with Daniel! I love them all equally though. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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noturnurse · 10 months ago

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oc abc meme but i spell out anakin instead and you don't have to do the double letters twice (:

ABCs of your OCs

a list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - You didn't specify which muse so you get fhaj'ha and also you didn't specify any numbers for each letter so you get ALL of them

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Reading. For the majority of her schooling years who read way above her age level, and she also has enhanced speed, hearing and flexibility

2. what activities have they participated in?

dance, choir and first aid classes

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Dancing and singing, she's been taking lesson since she was 9, being multilingual, writing and gymnastics

4. what things are they bad at?

visual arts, making friends, the cold and sports

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Well known talent? Her medical abilities and knowledge, but her sibling will say its her dancing skills.

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality?

Bisexual and Polyamorous

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

She thought she was straight until she was like 20 when she went to a bar for the first time and a drunk girl said she was the most gorgeous angel in the universe, kissed her on the mouth, left and changed her entire world view.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

Once her twice, but more in the way that she was like " wow tits are such a hassle i bet it would be easier without them " way then anything else

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Her parent's are okay with it, their fine as long as she has kids at some point. Her sibling is ecstatic for her as they are now the LGBT due

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

20 years

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

Yes. She was in a pretty dark place during her teen's schooling years, but that's in the past

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

Yes. Very much. Often. It's usually for good reason but even then, she's responsible enough to not go around killing off people that piss her off past the usual limit

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Pong krell. also that robotic son of a bitch who's name she doesn't care to learn

4. who would miss them if they died?

Her sibling's, her ... neighbor? coworkers? she hopes her coworkers and patients. She doesn't really. Have friends.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Her old school rivals probably

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do?

Sky diving, any snow sport and activity, sex work, stand up

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

She want's to ride a rancor (like boba fett does in said show).

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

like spiders. are you crazy? are you insane? do you need help??

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

was the only one who dressed up for the space equivalent of Halloween at work once and she never recovered

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

sing publicly as an adult. She got shoved on stage as a distraction during an under cover mission.

#ABC's | MEME.#[ connected comms — asks. ]#[ important facts — fhaj'ha / headcanons. ]#long post #i hope you know i genuinly snorted when i read out the ask you friend are hilarious and i am easily amused

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becomehaikyuu · 2 years ago

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Haikyuu Chapter 3: Single-Celled Organisms

REFLECTION:

Hinata and Kageyama beg like the babies they are to be let back in. Meanwhile, Setter Twink (already forgot his name) asks Daichi if he's confident about his decision considering that they're both rather talented and that a team is something that's formed gradually over time. Sawamura points that they can't practice when they're fighting like toddlers and he doesn't intend to boot them, they just need time in time-out to think about stuff. Kageyama tries to fib his way back in, saying that he can work with Hinata all of a sudden. Sawamura gives him the Daddy Stare and asks him what he really thinks. Kageyama cracks and admits he can't work with Hinata as he is now. Sawamura sweetly thanks him for being honest and then asks him how he expects to play an entire game by himself. Back to the outside with ye!

(Artist rendition of Hinata (left) and Kageyama (right))

Kageyama is gobsmacked by how these fools won't let him participate in their club activities even though he can obviously make them better. He then comes up with a plan to challenge them to a two vs. two match to win their way back in while proving that he can be a team player (without having to actually do that last part, obviously). Hinata tells him that his match with Kageyama was the first actual volleyball match he ever had. He then tells Kageyama that he can't surpass him if he's not in the club so even though they hate each other, they must unite for the sake of their dreams!

Inside, the three senpais have already guessed what they're going to do. So they're not surprised when they hear Hinata's and Kageyama's piss-poor attempt at a synchronized challenge declaration. Sawamura accepts ON THE CONDITION that if the match will be 3 vs. 3 with Tanaka joining on their side AND that if they lose, Kageyama won't be allowed to be setter. That's it. No one will be booted out. Kageyama just won't be allowed to be setter as long as the third years are there. Plus, if Kageyama can't put the team before himself, he's not even qualified to be a setter so it's all good, right? Kageyama takes this condition in the most normal matter possible---

Kageyama hollers that he has to be a setter. Sawamura calmly counters that it's not a problem if he wins. The match is set (heh) for Saturday morning. Inside, Sawamura shows his Daddy Mastermind skills when he reveals that he deliberately gave the two an experienced third wheel to lure them into a false sense of security. Setter Twink asks why Sawamura is being so hard on those two. He answers

INTERMISSION

Hinata asks why Kageyama is so dead set (heh heh) on being the setter when being the spiker is objectively much cooler. Kageyama reacts in a calm and rational mann---

Anyway, Kageyama explains that the setter is practically the leader of the team and obviously, the leader is the coolest position (Leonardo and Cyclops, you have just been vindicated). He gives an explanation on how a skilled setter is the one that makes a spiker useful in the first place. That matter settled, that leaves the problem of where to practice. Tanaka comes by and "sneakily" informs the two that practice begins at 7 AM...so they just need to be in before then. Both declare they will be there at 5 because anyone in the world who has ever professionally pursued a sport is completely insane.

END OF INTERMISSION

the two are insanely talented for first-years and, god willing, if a talented setter and a talented spiker knows how to work together, they will have unleashed a force to be reckoned with on other teams.

The first training arc! Can't wait to see how those two kill each other before their first match.

Chapter rating: 9/10

#haikyuu!!#single celled organisms #review

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lorenzobane · 3 years ago

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Harebrained Scheme

AN: Written for @trektober-challenge first installment- namely Prime Directive, but more specifically inspired by some of @fractal-baby discussion about Spock’s absolutely insane plans. It was written pretty quick and definitely playing fast and loose with timelines, but set after ST:ID but before ST: Beyond. Can be read as pre-Spirk, but the major relationship is Jim & Sarek chatting.

Can be found on AO3 here

Being kidnapped and held with his First Officer’s father was never exactly the plan for Jim. There are, in fact, a lot of people Jim would rather be kidnapped with. Namely, the aforementioned First Officer Spock.

But as it stands--

“We have been held here for approximately 2.3 hours,” Sarek says after a moment of silence.

Jim nods, “don’t panic.”

Sarek gives him a look that plainly says Vulcans don’t panic. “I am simply stating a fact of our capture.”

“Yes, sir,” Jim says patiently. “I’m aware of how long it has been.”

“The temperature is several degrees below Vulcan standard,” Sarek pointed out.

“I am aware of that as well,” because Jim was. Whoever their enemies were, they knew who they had kidnapped. The temperature is holding steady at a place where Jim is uncomfortable but is draining Sarek.

Sarek says nothing and continues to observe the cell around them calmly. Jim has been pacing since he woke up about an hour ago. It’s a plain white room with no windows and no doors as far as he can tell. He’s tried clawing at just about every inch of the sterile space, and as far as he can tell, nothing gives.

“What are the walls made of?” Kirk mutters to himself. They don’t feel like metal or even plastic- they radiate the coolness as if they’re some type of natural product, but the way the room is sealed tells him some kind of technology is involved.

Sarek cuts into Jim’s thinking with a, “I believe these are made of Betazoid limestone.”

“What makes you say that?” Jim asks. With Spock, he’ll usually prattle for a few minutes, discussing density and texture before giving him an answer as straightforward as his father.

Sarek looks at him in surprise, “you are not able to tell?”

Jim resists the urge to reply with sarcasm. Sarek isn’t Spock, which is plainly apparent in every interaction they have. Though Spock always seems extremely calm and balanced to Jim, being around his father makes Jim aware of how much more emotion and variation Spock regularly expresses.

“No,” Jim says. “I haven’t spent much time on Betazoid.”

Sarek nods, “I was briefly an Ambassador there in my son’s youth. He was very fond of the rock and found its cool texture pleasing.”

“I thought it would be illogical to find a rock pleasing,” Jim replies without thinking.

Sarek is quiet for a moment before responding with, “yes, indeed it was. However, as my wife put it to me then, there is nothing illogical about curiosity. The desire to explore. I am not sure I agree with her, but I have never been successful in curbing my son of any habit he does not wish to break.”

“He can be stubborn,” Jim replies with amusement.

A mild understatement if Jim has ever said one. Though he is always respectful and never veers into full-on insubordination, Jim now understands what Pike meant when he referred to Spock fondly as an ‘extremely independent First Officer.’ Jim doesn’t mind it, maybe even loves it- the way Spock is relentless when he is convinced of the correct course of action. The argumentative (logically debated, in Spock’s words) messages and memos coming at all hours until Jim either gives in or says the phrase, “drop it, that’s an order.”

Which, at the very least, shuts him up for a shift or two.

“Do you believe they will be able to find us?”

Jim shrugs, his communicator is still on his person, and he tries it every few minutes, but he keeps getting static. “None of my messages are going through, but as you mentioned, your son is very stubborn and an extraordinary Starfleet officer. If anyone could rescue us, it would be him.”

Sarek nods again, and they sit in silence while Jim continues to search every square inch of space. It doesn’t make sense- unless their captors beamed them into the room, there is no way for them to have entered without a door of any kind.

“My son,” Sarek says, somewhat awkwardly pulling Jim out of his observation of the walls once more. “How is he-- I mean to say, I recognize as one of the very few Vulcans at Starfleet, and now as an endangered species, it may be challenging for him.”

Jim kindly doesn’t say that Sarek didn’t actually ask a question and responds with, “the crew loves him. He fits in great and has a surprising number of friends. The kids in the Science department all think he’s some type of rock star. The amount of transfer requests I get specifically for his division is getting out of hand.”

“Rock star?” Sarek repeats back.

“A term for an old Terran classical musician who was known for extreme popularity,” Jim responds with some curiosity. Spock is exceptionally familiar with Terran classical music and had known precisely what Jim had meant when he used similar phrasing. Still, Jim supposes that perhaps he picked it up in his many years on earth.

“I am gratified to hear this,” Sarek replies, somewhat slowly. Jim jerks up, alarmed, when he realizes that it appears that each blink is getting slower and slower as if he were fighting falling asleep. “He has so few affiliates on Vulcan.”

“Really?” Jim asks, surprised.

For all Spock can be logical, sarcastic, and moralistic to the point of exhaustion, he’s also a kind friend, a shockingly understanding commanding officer, and a good sport about most things. He even participates in some ship-wide events, like the talent show where he played some genuinely excellent Vulcan lute.

And purely for Jim’s amusement, played a lute version of a truly ancient Terran classic that Jim has a soft spot for, Wildest Dreams.

“He… Was an unusually brilliant student,” Sarek says, still slow as if fighting for words. Jim realizes with an urgency that he should probably try to keep Sarek talking to keep him awake.

“Vulcans didn’t like brilliant students?” Jim asks with amusement. The idea of Spock being a nerd among nerds is somewhat hilarious.

“No, they did not like an unusually brilliant half-human,” Sarek replies, his voice for the first time that Jim has ever known him touching with a hint of sadness. “And he was… Willful. Unusually brilliant, and ferociously unselfconscious about his mother.”

Jim laughs a little at that, rubbing his neck unconsciously, “yes, I definitely learned the hard way that you shouldn’t insult his mother.”

“As did many,” Sarek says, his eyes closed. “He had a violent physical altercation when he was eleven for a similar reason. It was that disrespect of his mother that ultimately caused him to turn away from the Vulcan Science Academy.”

“He didn’t go to VSA because they insulted his mother?” Jim asked, surprised. “Why would they insult Amanda anyway?”

Sarek takes a sharp breath at the casual use of his wife’s name, and Jim feels terrible. After months of playing chess with Spock, they had begun discussing their childhood and Spock often spoke of his mother glowingly. He had insisted that they use her name to honor her memory.

“They referred to her blood as a disadvantage. I knew the moment they said it; he would never accept a place that looks down on humans. He could be illogically loyal.”

“His illogical loyal behavior saved you on Vulcan, and it saved earth,” Jim replies, his voice sharper than he intends it to be.

Sarek opens his eyes at that, slowly and blearily, “I did not mean that negatively. I have come to find that many of the traits I viewed as… Aberration in him, in his youth, has come to define his tremendous successes.”

Jim doesn’t say, though he dearly wants to, that viewing his child’s personality as an aberration at any point is pretty illogical. Still, Spock is a subject that Sarek is willing to stay awake and speak about, so Jim asks, “like what?”

“Well,” Sarek says wryly, “his disregard for rules he simply disagrees with. It is, presumably, the reason that he works so well with you and your idiosyncratic leadership style.”

“I would not say that Spock isn’t interested in the rules,” Jim replies with surprise, the betrayal of Spock’s report after they saved him from a volcano still kind of stings.

“He follows the rules he believes in avidly, that is true,” Sarek says, his voice does hold amusement now. “But he regularly ignores them if he wishes to. I presume you are referring to his report after the events of Nibiru?”

Jim jerked in surprise, “how did you know--?”

“My son and I have been keeping close correspondence after the destruction of Vulcan and the loss of his mother. We are attempting to… work through the strain our relationship was put under while I worked through my disappointment that he did not go to the Vulcan Science Academy.”

“Isn’t disappointment illogical too?” Jim asks. It is hard for him to hear the casual way Sarek describes his feelings towards Spock when Jim truly and completely believes that his First Officer is one of the finest beings he has ever encountered.

Sarek makes a noise of agreement, “you are correct. Vulcans may take a vow to control our emotions, and we certainly may attempt to utilize logic in most decision-making. Still, there is no doubt that our species can be vulnerable to prideful behavior.”

Jim, having beaten Spock at chess a few times, can attest to that.

“What did he say about Nibiru?” Jim asks, curious now as to how Spock described the events to his father.

“I believe,” Sarek says again, his voice rich with amusement now, “that you saw yourself as the rule breaker in this scenario. However, after listening to his entire recounting, I must ask you- whose idea was it to freeze the volcano?”

Jim looked at Sarek blankly, “Spock’s. He had been reviewing the geothermal events on the plant. He calculated the likelihood of explosion was incredibly likely, so he asked if he could try one of his experiments to save the planet.”

“You realize that the plan itself, from its initial conception, violated the Prime Directive, do you not, Mr. Kirk?”

Jim looked at Sarek blankly, “what?”

“It is against the Prime Directive to interfere with a planet’s destiny in any way. Then, the matter of his cold fusion device. An entirely novel invention that had gone through no formal testing, no review process… He simply believed it would work, conducted experiments in his free time, and wanted to use it. And had a captain who trusted him.”

Jim blinks again at Sarek. “But… But…”

Sarek leaned his head back, “do not feel bad. He was somewhat infamous for this when he was a boy. His capacity to convince his instructors that his personal pet projects were highly logical and beneficial regardless of external forces was… Remarkable. And in you, I think he has finally found a place where his prodigious intellect is not being checked by constant regulation.”

“Spock always follows regulation,” Jim defends on instinct, his mind reeling.

“He always follows the ones he believes deserve to be followed,” Sarek corrected. “He has always had a somewhat unusual penchant for attempting novel actions without the traditional Vulcan tendency of deep contemplation.”

Oh, the thought hit Jim suddenly. Spock is a Vulcan bad boy. Jim doesn’t know why he finds that so shocking; Spock does, after all, go along with a majority of his plans and even comes up with half of them. Even more damning, if Spock did not agree with a course of action, it relatively rarely ends up occurring.

Which means… Spock is actually as goddamn reckless as he is.

Jim isn’t sure how he feels about this revelation.

“He... He tricked me!” Jim cries out eventually, unable to contain it.

“But as I have said,” Sarek adds, his voice is shallow and slow now, “I have come to realize… These qualities, his capacity for creativity, and quick thinking have allowed him to become the most remarkable of us.”

“I’m glad that you could see what we have always seen,” Jim says, though he’s more using the royal “we.”

It took him considerably longer to see what was right there in front of him, but once he had, it made sense to Jim that Spock had been a popular professor, First Officer, and Advisor in his time at Starfleet.

“I was unwilling to admit it, but I was worried when he chose Starfleet. So far from his people, alone and living in an abundance of difference. Vulcans can be quite homogeneous.”

“Infinite diversity in infinite combinations,” Jim quoted from Spock’s eternal sermons.

“Ironic that it is a Vulcan philosophy when so many of us view the world so similarly,” Sarek said, inclining his head slightly. “However, in a land of difference, he was able to find a space for himself that he was unable to find with his people. He always did appreciate adventure, read illogical books with his mother like Alice in Wonderland and Sherlock Holmes. Even Shakespeare which his instructors on Vulcan never enjoyed.”

Jim raised his eyebrows again. Spock often quoted fanciful literary classics in trying situations. Still, it never entirely occurred to him how oddly poetic and even artistic that would have made him in a different place.

“I hope he knows that I hold him in high regard,” Sarek says after a moment, and his eyes drift shut again, his breathing going slow.

“No,” Jim leaps up. “No, you can’t. I can not be responsible for the death of two of Spock’s parents.”

“Captain Kirk,” Sarek says with exhaustion, “do not worry. I can place my body into a healing trance that will allow me to remain stable for an extended period of time if need be. The Betazoid limestone will make us challenging to track and as such--”

Just then, there is a loud thudding noise on the wall to their right, like something heavy just rammed into it at full speed.

A thudding again, and then Sarek shudders awake, “Spock?”

Jim doesn’t hear anything but Sarek does because he turns to Jim and says, “please move 3.87 feet to your left.”

Three seconds later, a thud outside the wall gives way to what appears to be an ancient wrecking ball.

“What is that?”

“I think it is your crew, Captain,” Sarek says.

Another beat and a large stone crash through the wall using a device that is an ancient Terran wrecking ball.

“Captain,” Spock said calmly through the hole he just blasted through the wall. “I see you’re unharmed. Father, it is gratifying to see you safe as well.”

“Glad you got to us in time; we were running out of gossip about you,” Jim says with a smirk as he slowly starts to try to clamber through the slightly too small hole.

“Please refrain from joking,” Spock says, guiding his father through the hole much more gracefully.

“Who’s joking?” Jim replies.

Spock looks to his father with an eyebrow up, and Sarek responds, “while I would not term it “gossip,” the captain is correct, and our mutual affiliation with you helped pass a majority of the time.”

Jim nearly cackles at the brief look of horror that passed over Spock’s face when he replies with a steady, “indeed.”

Jim smirks and is silent while Spock focuses on calling the Enterprise to beam up.

And much later, when Spock asks him what they discussed while Spock and Jim played their usual game of chess, Jim can be entirely honest when he says, “your many admirable qualities.”

It’s definitely worth the way Spock’s ears turn a light green.

#trektober2021 #star trek #aos star trek #aos spock #spock #AOS Kirk #james t kirk #ambassador sarek #i intended this to be pre-spirk #but can be read as gen

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hockeylvr59 · 5 years ago

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It Started with a DM || Jake Debrusk

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Just another little something that demanded to be written. I was honestly debating on whether or not to write it and then JD went live today and obviously it was a sign.

Warnings: features quarantine as a setting, some cursing.

Word Count: 3,828

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Being quarantined alone was well, to put it simply, lonely. As a freelance photographer, you were for the most part out of work. You didn’t have a significant other to keep you company, there wasn’t space at your parents’ for you to go home, and your apartment didn’t allow pets. On top of all of that, sports were canceled. Specifically hockey.

The combination of all of this left an empty hole in your heart and lots of time on your hands. Missing hockey was the whole reason you started watching twitch streams. If you couldn’t have hockey at least you could have hockey players playing video games. You’d started with Zach Hyman and Mitch Marner because Toronto was on a shortlist of teams you were fairly indifferent about. But after a week or so you found yourself watching David Pastrnak because he was on almost daily around dinnertime and it gave you something to listen to while you cooked. Watching Pasta’s streams had led to your introduction to Jake Debrusk and it was silly how the sound of his voice and his laugh brought a smile to your face. It was even sillier because you were absolutely not a Boston fan. Especially not after they knocked your Hurricanes out of the playoffs last season.

Still, each time that your phone received a notification that Jake had come online you immediately stopped whatever you were doing to watch. You weren’t part of the group that regularly played with him and Pasta, nor did you even really participate in the chats, you just watched. And for a couple hours each time, you felt a little less alone. For weeks this continued, with you only popping in to chat to wish Jake’s sister a happy birthday when he let her take over his stream for a little bit. To be honest you were just grateful for something to do. Never did you expect to log on one day to find a whisper sitting in your inbox.

Jdebrusk: Hey. Saw you’ve watched quite a few of my streams. Just wanted to reach out and say thanks.

You weren’t shocked by the fact that he could see a list of viewers, you kind of expected that. What shocked you was the fact that he actually cared enough to reach out to some stranger who he had never actually interacted with before. You weren’t sure what had pushed you to respond, maybe it was the Southern friendliness or maybe it was something else but after typing and deleting a response multiple times you finally pressed send and then immediately closed your browser in a failed attempt to not freak out.

Yourusername: Pretty sure I should be thanking you for sharing your time with us and making things a little easier.

____

With no one you followed coming online to stream for a few days, you didn’t even check the site to see if Jake had responded. But when you next logged on and saw a message notification once again you found yourself getting nervous for no reason as you opened it.

Jdebrusk: Well you’re welcome. Feel free to join in the chat anytime. Streaming has helped keep my family from driving me insane.

Yourusername: I’m more of a lurker. It’s just easier. And family can be a lot but be grateful you aren’t just staring at 4 walls every day.

Stepping away from your computer you grabbed your camera and attempted to go for a walk to take some aesthetic shots. As you slipped your memory card into the computer a while later, you noticed another notification.

Jdebrusk: Fair enough. You quarantining alone?

Yourusername: yep. But I guess it could be worse. I could live where it’s snowing in May.

Jdebrusk: Can I ask where you’re at?

For a split second you debated giving up this information but it didn’t seem like giving away your state could hurt.

Yourusername: North Carolina.

Jdebrusk: Nice! Cool state. Been there a few times.

Yourusername: I’m aware. No need to rub in sweeping my team, Debrusk.

Jdebrusk: And she’s got a sense of humor ladies and gentlemen. Well, or he...I guess I don’t even know that. AWKWARD.

Yourusername: She works.

Jdebrusk: Cool cool. So a hurricanes fan huh?

Yourusername: Yeah. My family would probably disown me if they knew I was talking to a Bruin.

Jdebrusk: Yowza.

Yourusername: So if anyone asks I’m only here for Rocky appearances. ;)

Jdebrusk: She’s only here for my cat. Got it.

You couldn’t explain why talking with Jake felt so easy but it did. When he came on to stream next you chirped him through whispers the entire time and seeing his reaction in real-time as he read them had you giggling uncontrollably. By the time he got off, you were just waiting for his comments to come streaming your way. Instead of some long-winded rant brushing off all your jabs you just got a single comment in response.

Jdebrusk: It’s not fair that you can chirp me and I don’t know anything about you.

Yourusername: What do you want to know?

Jdebrusk: I mean your name would be a good start. Age might also be important...you’re not like 12 right?

Yourusername: Would I be quarantining alone if I was 12? I’m 24. Y/N.

Jdebrusk: right. Right. Y/N from Carolina. Who likes cats. Got it. Are you a student or…?

Yourusername: Freelance Photographer.

Jdebrusk: Alright. Nice. Do you do like weddings or nature stuff or what?

Yourusername: A little bit of everything. @wildflowerphotography is my company name if you want to go on insta and see some of my work.

No reply followed and you tried not to dwell on it. Instead you poured a glass of wine, lit a few candles, and settled into your bathtub, trying to relax for bed. Still nagging thoughts lingered in your brain. Was sharing your company page too much? He probably wasn’t asking for you to promote yourself, he was just being polite right? Though you hated yourself for letting it bother you, you were the type of person who overthought everything...which thinking about it was probably why you were still single.

Your anxious thoughts lingered and you tossed and turned all night before finally pulling yourself out of bed the next morning. It was only as you dug through your company dms, responding to a few potential clients that wanted you to take socially distant photos for them that you stumbled upon a familiar username.

Jdebrusk: You took all of those? Holy shit that’s talent.

The timestamp showed the message was sent only twenty minutes after you gave him the username and you sighed to yourself before chuckling at the fact that Jake was too lazy to switch back to twitch to respond.

Wildflowerphotography: Thanks. I’m really proud of them all.

It was still early in the morning so there was no way he was awake with the two hour time difference so after making yourself some breakfast you took another short walk, trying anything to get your mind off of the loneliness that felt worse today than most days. Your mood had definitely been a rollercoaster recently with higher peaks and lower lows than normal. It was something you were trying to manage the best you could but sometimes it was just hard.

With the rest of your afternoon spent binging a random tv show you didn’t even look at your phone until dinner time, but waiting for you was another dm from the Canadian hockey player.

Jdebrusk: You should be.

Jdebrusk: So listen...this is probably weird but can I get your number so I can stop wading through a bunch of dms and whispers I don’t care about and just talk to you?

It was a fair question but to be blunt, today was probably the worst day for him to ask because your anxiety-riddled brain kept wanting to know why he even cared about talking to you. You didn’t know what he was looking for from all of this but your mind immediately assumed the worst. So instead of just being open with him, you blew him off, completely ignoring his message. And when he logged onto twitch next, though you wanted to watch, you forced yourself to avoid that as well.

Three days passed before another message appeared.

Jdebrusk: You okay? You didn’t watch the last stream. I’m sorry if I fucked up. I’ll back off if you want...I just want to know that you’re okay.

The concern he was expressing was honestly something you didn’t expect and you found yourself crying as you read it over and over. Jake was nothing but a joyous person and the last thing you wanted was to bring him down with the mess of your own mind.

Wildflowerphotography: you didn’t fuck up. I just...this is all on me okay.

With your phone left open to your message string with him you watched as little dots appeared before vanishing repeatedly. Eventually a new message appeared simply containing a string of numbers composing a phone number. Jake was putting the ball in your court and a few minutes later the part of you that was aching to hear his voice won the mental war and you found yourself dialing the number.

“Y/N?” Jake questioned the second he answered and a shaky sob slipped from your throat at the sound of him speaking your name for the first time. “What’s going on?” He murmured and by his tone you could tell he was both confused and concerned. You wanted to speak, wanted to pretend everything was fine but you’d already gone over the edge and it was too late for that now. Another sob spilled through your body and you faintly heard Jake mumble a curse. “Do you want me to just talk to you? I’ll just keep talking okay and you can hang up if you want.” He offered. And talk he did, you weren’t even sure what he was telling you, you were more focused on the grounding sound of his voice itself rather than the content of the words he was speaking. Eventually your breathing steadied out and the elephant sitting on your chest lessened allowing you to murmur his name.

The second he heard your voice he paused mid-story.

“Thank you.” You whispered into the phone.

“Are you okay?” He inquired, his voice tentative like he was worried anything he said would push you back over the edge.

“Better.” You admitted. “Not great but better.”

“I’ll take better.” He insisted. “It’s nice to actually hear your voice.” He added, causing your cheeks to flame up unconsciously. You opened your mouth to apologize again for your breakdown only to be stopped as he insisted you not do so. “But really...are you okay?” He repeated his question and you sighed.

“It’s been a rough few days mentally for me.” You admitted. “But I will be okay.” You added.

“Okay enough to stop ignoring me?” He teased and when you let out another shaky breath he backtracked. “It’s okay, I get it. I was just worried. You don’t have to talk to me ever again if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to.” You breathed. “Talk to you that is.” As if he sensed you had more to say, Jake remained quiet, only the sound of his breathing coming through the phone.

“I guess...you should probably know that I tend to overthink things. I want to talk to you. Hearing your voice makes my entire day. I just...I guess I’m just confused on why you want to talk to me. What your intentions are, etc. And you...you don’t have to answer that just...that’s where my head is at.”

Jake was silent for a minute before his voice reached back through the phone.

“I’ll be honest, I don’t know what this is either. But I’m intrigued by you and I guess my intention is just to get to know you better if you’ll let me.” Jake’s honesty was refreshing and you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “And if I can make your day just by talking...well that’s a pretty sweet bonus.”

______

Quarantine continued to drag on, paused only by some carefully planned photo sessions with your distance lenses getting extra abuse. You continued talking to Jake, mostly through text but with the occasional phone call. He’d whine about the crap he was getting from his sister when he’d disappear to talk to you but he’d insist that it was worth it in the next breath. Between the streams, the phone calls, the texts and the memes he’d send you, suddenly you felt a lot less alone, at least emotionally.

A month since your first phone call had passed before Jake sent you a text that made your heart stop.

JD: So how come I send you pictures all the time and yet I still don’t know what you look like?

For weeks he had been sending you photos of him snuggling with Rocky or hanging with Jordyn and there had even been a shirtless workout pic or two which had left you debating whether a cold shower was appropriate. At the same time, you hadn’t worked up the courage to send him any photos in return other than ones you took of nature on your walks or snippets from photoshoots you’d done. Trying to downplay it all you sent back a teasing response.

YN: What can I say I’m a behind the lens person.

JD: Y/N...c’mon I just wanna see how beautiful you are.

Leaving him on ‘read’ you sighed and bit your lip not sure how to respond. You were afraid if he knew what you looked like that he wouldn’t want to talk to you anymore and you weren’t sure what you’d do if you lost something that had sort of become a saving grace in this crazy time.

JD: Is this one of those insecurity things? Is that why I haven’t seen you yet?

It was starting to amaze you how well Jake could read you. It had been a long time since anyone was able to see through the walls you put up, see behind the camera that you hid behind, but it had only been a month or so and already Jake was starting to read the silences between the words.

JD: Do you want me to get Jordyn to pump you up? A picture isn’t going to change what I think of you…

YN: You don’t know that.

JD: C’mon YN give me a little more credit than that. You know I’m not that shallow. I like you okay. I like the woman that chirps me. I like the woman that listens to me and always knows what to say. I like the woman that sees me as Jake and not Boston Bruin Jake Debrusk. And since none of that is based on your physical appearance I’m going to like you no matter what you look like.

YN: Promise?

JD: Yeah Y/N, I promise.

Scrolling through your camera roll you attempted to decide on which of the few photos of yourself made you look at least somewhat pretty before biting the bullet and attaching it to the text conversation. The moment you hit send you winced and your anxiety didn’t ebb until your phone rang in your hand.

“You’re stunning.” Jake’s voice breathed lowly the second the line connected. “Just as beautiful outside as you are inside which I wasn’t sure was even possible.” By now you knew when Jake was trying to play something up versus when he was being genuine and his voice now was 100% the latter. But taking compliments about your body was never something you’d been good at so you didn’t know what to say in response.

“I hope you believe me.” He added. “I knew you wouldn’t believe a text even if I sent it 100 times so I hope you can believe me, hearing me say it.”

“I...thanks Jake.” You finally mumbled. You did believe that he was being honest, he had no reason not to be with you living thousands of miles apart, but at the same time, you still felt uneasy about it for reasons you’d never fully be able to explain.

___

Tearing down the last barrier of anonymity seemed to open up a new world between you and Jake. If it was even possible you communicated more frequently, adding facetime calls to your usual methods. Seeing the way he looked at you while you talked sent heat flooding through your body and you quickly came to the realization that you were falling hard for him.

That knowledge was terrifying and once again you wanted to pull away, protect yourself from getting hurt. But then Jordyn stole her brother’s phone and called you, raving about how when all of this was over you had to agree to meet her brother in person because she had never seen him like this over anyone. Talking with Jordyn reminded you that Jake didn’t have to go to all of this work, didn’t have to deal with your crazy emotions if he didn’t think you were worth the time and effort. It may be a pandemic but surely there were women in Edmonton willing to break social distancing rules if it meant scoring someone as wonderful as Jake. But yet each and every night he was on the phone with you, taking the time to get to know all of the things that make you tick, your likes and dislikes, your hopes and dreams.

And it wasn’t just Jordyn that knew about you. You’d been on the phone with Jake when both of his parents came outside and when he’d asked them to come back in a minute because he was talking to you, they just called out your name in greeting and waved.

“Your parents know my name?” You’d asked and Jake ducked his head shyly before replying. “I mean yeah…” He stated. “My mom can’t wait to meet you.” You were sure from Jake’s point of view that it was probably comical how wide your eyes went at his statement.

“Jake what...what is this...are we just friends or…?” It wasn’t a question that you ever anticipated asking but it was out there now. From the other side of the screen, you watched Jake adjust his ball cap over his overly long hair.

“Fuck...Y/N…” Jake started and you opened your mouth to assure him that friends was fine, that it was what you wanted too because if you didn’t put your heart out there than you couldn’t get hurt. Before you could speak though Jake continued. “No...we’re not just friends. I think you know that as well as I do.” He admitted. “I don’t know exactly what we are. I...I was hoping to meet you in person when I asked if you wanted to be my girlfriend. I know...I know that none of this is ideal because even when this is over there’s going to be the whole long-distance thing but...I can’t deny that I have feelings for you y/n. I don’t want to deny it.”

“I don’t want to deny it either.” You said softly, fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean...if you’re willing to put up with my emotional baggage…” You shrugged.

“You have feelings for me too?” Jake questioned, his normal confidence suppressed. “I have no problems supporting you through dealing with your baggage if you’re willing to do the same with mine. I know I’ve fucked up in the past as a boyfriend and I don’t want to do that to you.”

“I think I’m kinda sorta falling for you.” You stated anxiously, unable to meet Jake’s gaze through the screen until he breathed your name.

“So can we agree we’re something more than friends and that we’ll figure out the details as part of returning to the new normal?”

“Yeah...we can agree to that.” You nodded.

_______

The new normal had finally arrived and that meant that you were going to see Jake in person for the first time. The two of you had been “more than friends” for what felt like forever now but had realistically been a few months but with each passing day you knew you wanted more. You still didn’t know how it would all work with him playing in Boston and you owning a company in North Carolina but you were ready to figure it out together if it meant that you could finally have him for real.

Jake’s plane was scheduled to land in ten minutes and you were running so far behind. Your senior picture photoshoot had run over and traffic was a mess. You’d texted Jake apologizing but upon getting your text he’d quickly waved your concerns off declaring that he’d just get an uber and meet you at your apartment. It would be a better first meeting anyway because you wouldn’t be time-restricted by parking or pick up zone rules.

When you finally pulled into your parking lot you checked your phone to see if Jake had arrived yet. It wasn’t until you reached the front steps of your building that you noticed someone sitting there, bags beside them. He looked up at the same time that your brain processed that it was him and he was really there and tears instantly prickled in your eyes. As you rushed to close the distance, Jake stood to catch you as you threw yourself at him.

No words needed to be said as you tugged his mouth down to your own, kissing him for the very first time. It was nothing like you had expected but at the same time it was everything and at that moment you knew that this was it, you were in love. It had been such a long wait, but the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, his lips against yours was well worth it. It was cheesy but you knew that the physical chemistry was only this strong because you already knew each other inside and out and now that he was here, now that he was finally yours, things could only get better.

Being with Jake despite the distance wouldn’t be easy but now that you knew the way he felt, the way he tasted, the scent of his cologne, you were willing to do whatever it took to make it. If you could fall in love during a global pandemic, you could do anything and it would make a great story to tell the grandkids one day about how they only came to exist because of a direct message on a streaming site while the world was quarantined.

#jake debrusk #jake debrusk imagine #boston bruins #boston bruins imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #bbruins #030 #tw: quarantine

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divine-draws · 5 years ago

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okay i had a whole google doc that i wrote a buncha shit but imma try to CONDENSE it and make my ideas more clear bc there was some wishy washy in there. BUT dabihawks ice skating au bc im gay for that shit. all of it under the cut bc this shit is gunna get LONG. buckle in fuckers. ALSO FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ABOUT this i will be happy to answer shit :3c

SO fair warning before we begin. i know shit about ice sports. im like 1) not THAT educated nor have i legit participated though ive always wanted to and 2) this is just self indulgent so like if i dont get shit right or whatever dont come at me bro. im here to have FUN and live a bit vicariously. also as for location of all this shit i dont know and dont care and am american so my perspective on things are skewed. anyway cw: abuse mention

so dabi (touya) is a previous figure skater

he’s a figure skating prodigy

enji was a pro hockey player (id say figure skating but this man was BUILT like a brick shithouse idk man) has a lot of championships under his belt but doesnt even begin to touch the legacy of his one sided rival yagi toshinori

him and rei meet and marry at a young age. she like.. actually liked him then?? shit was kinda okay but things kinda.... got bad quick. the abuse etc was ... yeah. she ends up having dabi and fuyumi (they’re twins babeyy) at a young age too and kinda doesnt feel like she can get out of her horrible marriage

we wont dwell too much on the bad part of all of this though. anyway rei was a figure skater

p well known and known for her fucking GRACE god she moved so well on the ice.

she was so beautiful and spoke through her movements and enji loved that... and so as a hockey player and with a (now previous) figure skater wife he was like aight my kids WILL take up an ice sport and be the FUCKING BEST

dabi isnt made for hockey. enji tries to get him into it but it’s... nah... fuyumi isnt the best with figure skating. she’s good!! and her and dabi do some pair skating when they’re younger but it’s.. hm. dabi is the one with the clear talent here. (fuyumi is a beast on the ice when it comes to hockey though. will dominate. but she kinda... didnt really continue with it)

enji isnt PLEASED that his son isnt gunna be a hockey player but he still values figure skating and will fucking make sure he’s the BEST at it. and so the brutal training starts. he gets some good coaches and also takes up the coaching mantle

the thing is.. rei was amazing as a skater but her body just... wasnt really made for all of that??? and dabi unfortunately kinda inherited that. his body hates the impacts and such. he’s amazing at figure skating. he has a grace similar to his mothers but there’s something more fierce to him.

and honestly !!! he gets far!!

also natsuo comes around. he’s a bit too clumsy for either sport and resents the fact that him and fuyumi are neglected by their father. he also loves touya and gets so pissed seeing his brother so hurt

and shouto is born and this kid was made to be on the ice. he’s skating from the moment he can fucking stand on his own.

obvs enji’s attention is split but it’s mainly on touya who is winning championships and GOING places but it’s still not good enough

anyway idk how far he goes?? but it’s the biggest competition yet and on ice mid routine he lands wrong

one thing leads to the next and he’s pretty much medically retired from a young age. he can skate. he can still kinda preform but he cant do what he used to at ALL and he cant keep up with the brutal pace enji sets. there’s a lot of trying to push him still and it’s just.. not happening

for all it’s worth dabi is kinda glad he isnt doing it anymore. but he fears for his babies brother. shouto is a natural and while yes being a professional athlete of any sort is brutal on your body, his body is a lot more capable

but like touya before, shouto is pushed to his absolute limits. bleeding and injuries and puking his guts out from being pushed too far

there’s a lotta resentment but he still pushes through w skating.

(side note but there DEF is some todomido/tododeku w hockey player izuku who ends up being coached by THE yagi toshinori and who helps shouto out w making shit his own)

anyway so in the end dabi ends up working at a rink tho lol

it’s p much owned by shigarai and run by the lov (who in this au end up making their own little ragtag unofficial local hockey team p much and play games against other teams like them)

despite his father’s whole career, dabi does enjoy playing hockey with these dipshits

but yeah he enjoys his time working at the rink, fucking around and sleeping in random places and sometimes running the zamboni

he’s also best frenemies with shigaraki. they get along and both deal with a shitty upbringing and despite some slight animosity they both would kill if someone fucked w the other

(also at some point dabi DEF teaches some little kid classes lol)

also dabi does sometimes skate his own routines from time to time. only when he’s alone really. though fuyumi has a pass to be there though he will gripe still

SO HAWKS AM I RIGHT??

now there is a couple ways to go with this and somewhere in me there is an au with hockey player hawks who takes skating lessons from figure skater dabi BUT

i think for this au we’ll just say he was a figure skater from the get go

i think he WANTED to do hockey as a kid. like shouto he’s also a fucking natural and was skating as soon as he could fucking stand and walk. and he looked up to enji and kinda wanted to take up hockey but

listen,,, trans hawks. who wanted to be like todoroki enji and be a pro hockey player. shit just.. didnt work like that though and besides he’s a tiny dude and god he’d be fucking obliterated

he kinda is self taught and the ice is his escape from his shitty home life

idk how this works but listen gotta tie in the commission somehow???

he’s scouted or whatever for figure skating at a very young age and his mom is happy to take the heavy scholarships and happy to sign him over to skate for these ppl and have them push him to be The Best

and this kid is FAST. he’s fast and is insane with his jumps and stg it almost looks like he’s FLYING (which gets him the nickname hawks)

the coaches are brutal and shit sucks and a lot of the time it kinda sucks the life out of the sport but he still enjoys it

he has a love for outfits that legit have flare to them (also im thinking of johnny weir’s one outfit w the feathers but yknow instead of white they are RED) and while he does do routines to boring ass music he mainly likes doing shit different (also dabi was p much forced the whole time to do shit to that boring ass music but on his own he’d use his own music taste to skate to)

and he’s good!! he GOES places. he’s like makes it to the olympics at a young age and is one of THE youngest gold medalists for figure skating

im sure somewhere along the line him and dabi DID meet. it was at some competition and hawks was VIBRATING bc there’s ENJI and he wants and autograph and oH GOD IS THAT HIS SON??? he’s HOT. (and at this time dabi still had his red hair and like no piercings and what little ones he had they were out but this dumbass will not recognize him later on)

but god he needs to chill TF out or he will fuck up in the competition

he hears about dabi’s whole accident and like feels for him but again it’s not like they were friends. there was more of a slight rivalry and they barely spoke if they did

but so idk like.. between seasons hawks finds himself going like nearly every day to this rink.. aka shigaraki’s rink (also sidenote but lbr it’s really run by shirakumo who kinda has to fucking herd the cats w this group)

as frenemies dabi and shigaraki share their distaste for some of these pro athletes (tho some get a pass) and kinda complain about hawks a bit tho like..... shigaraki cant complain TOO much bc of the money from hawks renting out the rink for a few hours almost every day

dabi is too gay for this shit when he actually sees hawks in action. rip him

tbh they dont really interact tho (besides dabi telling him to gtfo the rink or he’ll run him over with the zamboni) until one day that hawks catches dabi skating

he was done and should have been gone but he forgot something on the bleachers and then he sees dabi and.. oh boy he’s GAY AF

and also dabi is RLLY GOOD???

and so hawks makes a FOOL of himself and startles the poor guy and p much presses all the wrong buttons w asking why he doesnt compete or something

and i mean im sure they had some SLIGHT progress w talking before. nothing significant but god the walls go RIGHT THE FUCK UP and dabi is pissed

tbh dabi was gunna get to the point where he LEGIT talked to him and maybe lowkey asked him out (he says this but shigaraki calls his bluff) and now there is no way. he storms off and tries to avoid him so hard

and hawks tries to corner him a bit but after some time he does manage to corner him and be like pls just let me take you out to dinner to make up for that shit????

aaand dabi accepts bc listen okay he cant say no to free food ??? like he’s kinda pissy w this guy but also.. listen he has EYES

anywayyy p much this just leads to them dating

hawks DEF looks him up and watches all the vids of him and like the idiot he is realizes that he met him before ( “oh my GOD i know you” “uh… we’re dating i hope u know me?????” “nO I MEAN WE MET AT (insert comp)”)

but before that dabi did like tell him some shit. mainly about like how he used to skate blah blah and the whole thing that ended all of that

he doesnt really delve too deep into like his shitty childhood until well later

idk what leads to it but the convo finally comes up and it’s so draining for dabi and hawks is horrified and ready to fight his dad (“listen i just sharpened my skates i’ll just-”)

anyway some side things bc this is long and i will answer questions on this tho

rumi is a women’s pro hockey player and fuyumi who actually follows hockey and shit has the BIGGEST crush on her (they end up together)

also natsuo comes to see one of the leagues games (he hasnt really seen them play tbh?? he hears about it from dabi but he lives like at least a few hours away on campus and is going for med school so rip him) and like he meets shigaraki and anyway dabi is losing his FUCKING MIND bc his best frenemy/boss and his younger brother are FLIRTING. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM???

dabi and hawks are really gay together and have skated together by this point and made out on ice a few times and shigaraki was miserable and is like “NOW U KNOW!!” and dabi is pissed bc “yEAH BUT THAT”S MY LITTLE BROTHER??? IT”S NOt thE SAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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make-me-imagine · 4 years ago

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congrats on 5.5k!! you're insanely talented and I'm so happy you're getting the recognition you deserve 🥺🥺 could i join in the ship requests too?

I'm a rather small sized (like, 154cm & ~40kg kind of small) Asian female from a South East Asia country and i prefer men, especially men who are taller and Age Gaps™ 🥴 I'm not sure how much you know about/believe in astrology but I'm a Libra sun, Taurus rising and Capricorn moon so you can do what you want with that 😂

I'm an INTP/INFP (I've gotten both an equal number of times from sites OTHER than 16 personality, tho I personally vibe with INTP just a teeny smidge more) if you do MBTI ✌🏼 I LOVE to read, especially fanfiction lmao, and i also write! I really love listening to music + watching shows/movies too! My favourite shows are all mystery/crime based LOL and I am working towards becoming a criminal psychologist/forensic pathologist/forensic scientist in future! (heavily inspired by Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Detective Conan and the like so 😂) I have a really vivid and good imagination please i can spend DAYS just daydreaming and imagining scenarios that I never finish writing about & generally this is how all my work is never finished loll

I'm the eldest sibling at home, and my parents haven't always been around so I've been rather used to stepping up and taking care of myself (+ my sibling, like helping them with homework and all). Some people say I'm a natural born leader? idk bc I often step up to be the leader in group work & I'll often be the one to initiate things & all. I'm a rather big procrastinator though LOLL so you'll often catch me rushing my assignments & final projects & rushing my revision for exams + finals like, 2 days before the actual exam 💀 which often leads to me becoming more stressed out & breaking down more often than i actually should so 🥲 I'm trying to quit this bad habit though

I love cuddles and hugs please I will KILL for cuddles and hugs from my back by a tall character pls it just feels so safe and comforting to be spooned too 🥺🥺 sometimes when I'm too absorbed in work or something (which happens too often for it to be healthy) I might just forget to eat/sleep entirely AND also my sleep routine isn't the best. like i will literally fall asleep at 9pm, wake up in the middle of the night on my own at like, 1am, then usually I'll be rushing homework at this time, then maybe sleep again for a short while from 4ish? till when i have to get up for school/work at 5:30/6am 💀 there's been days where i literally looked so sick from the lack of sleep where my tutor once stopped the class to ask me if I was okay and if i was going to faint LMAO 😔 i feel like I'm a night owl??? but then also i have no problem getting up super early in the morning so?? but i really feel most at home and really enjoy the 3am nights 😌

i am also the class clown lol but it's bc i just make sarcastic comments and all and my friends think they're funny???? but also i enjoy making people laugh bc sometimes i find it interesting to try and see what kind of things make my friends laugh so it's lowkey an experiment? or like something i want to achieve? at this point. I'm fluent in English and Chinese/Mandarin and I'm learning Italian so I roughly know some basics, and I really enjoyed History, which I took last year but dropped this year. (I'm taking English Literature with Biology + Chemistry this year and they're all great, except I'm literally dying from the workload aaahhh 💀)

I'm kinda clumsy and Not Good™ at most sports, maybe passably okay for badminton but I'm really not that athletic and really not very keen on exercising either 😔 I'm quite creative and good with public speaking/creative writing/impromptu performance/speech though I'd say! I'm also in my school's drama club 😎 though I'm more of a backstage lights & sounds kind of person. I'm right handed (with a really neat handwriting, as I've been told many, many, many times) and I wear thin frame spectacles which I sometimes will fall asleep in & I'm so clumsy/careless that I'm actually really afraid I'd break them (it's happened before 😭)

I'm a really good planner? like i can do up a great and detailed schedule/plan for revision and all but i will NOT stick to what i plan 😭😭 i love to snack!!!! on chips + gummies especially, and my diet is quite unhealthy lmao i literally don't eat vegetables At All™ & i don't really eat meat that much too?? lmaoo please i can go for days without having a single proper meal & just survive on snacking on potato chips + soft drinks 💀 i am a very picky eater though so really me not finding food i like/am able to stomach is also really kind of my fault 🤡

while i really vibe with and love the dark academia aesthetic, i also do video/MOBA games, like i play games like Mobile Legends & all. I'm someone who knows most, if not all the lastest trends (like tiktok, memes etc) but i won't actively participate in them? i just kind of like to know things, like Knowledge is Power you know (I'm a Slytherin, in case you're wondering, though I've gotten Ravenclaw so often it's a close tie sometimes)

okay i feel like that's enough details about me? feels like I've told you nothing that's useful oh well LOL... I'd really love a ship for Criminal Minds and Marvel? if that's possible please? in case you missed it, i prefer men! (I'm a questioning bi, with a strong preference for men) for the hc prompt "what you do on your first date" or maybe "how you met + first impressions"?

thank you so much for being so kind and willing to do this ship requests thing!! I'm sure you're spending TONS of time and effort on this and aahhh i feel bad for typing so long paragraphs now (as you may have noticed i have a tendency to ramble on if not stopped because i am just really Socially Awkward ™ sometimes 💀 and have really bad (social) anxiety too) and i really think you're super amazing for doing this??? I'm so sorry if this took up too much of your time aaahhhhh thank you so so so much 🥺😭😭 really the biggest of congratulations to you for your 5.5k??? you really do deserve every single follower & i am SO insanely happy for you 🤩❤️

- 🌙🏒 anon

Don’t worry, you definitely provided enough information lmao.

And thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it.

I hope you like the ships I made for you

They are under the cut:

Criminal Minds:

I ship you with Hotch.

You get the age-gap here lol. He would be a bit hesitant due to the age gap at first, but he would get over it because he can not resist. He does not seem like the type of cuddles, and especially does not take part in PDA. But when you are alone he would love holding you and spooning, especially after a long day of work. Aaron would be attracted to your uniqueness as well as your intelligence and aesthetic, finding it to be very “you”.

How you met + his first impressions:

You met when you were transferred to the BAU as the new Forensic Pathologist.

Hotch thought you were very interesting when you first met and was definitely intrigued by you.

He thought you fit in fairly well and would get along with the others (which you do).

He appreciates a sarcastic sense of humor, so he would dig that as well.

Hotch could tell you had a form of anxiety and wold be patient around you when you first met so that you could open up to him at your own pace.

What you do on your first date:

He takes you to a hockey game.

He is not the sportiest person but he has had an interest in hockey for a while, sometimes watching it on tv.

When he learned that you liked it, he decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to invite you on a date as well as to see his first game.

After the game, you walked around town for a bit, getting some late night food and talking or a long time.

This allowed you to open up to him quite a bit and you grew more comfortable around him as well, which he is very happy about.

Best Friend:

Your best friend is JJ. She thinks you are really cool and unique and nice. She has the type of personality that is easy t get along with and open up too, so you bonded with her quicker than the others. I also feel like she is into hockey as well, so she appreciates your love for it as well.

Marvel:

I ship you with Sam.

I think Sam is a good fit for you. He is into sports, and digs your aesthetic. He is easy to get along with and very funny. He thinks your line of work is very interesting and loves to listen to you talk about it. Sam also really enjoys crime shows ans thrillers so he is always excited to meet someone who enjoys them as well.

How you met + his first impressions:

You met through Nat, who you had met through SHIELD years before.

You happened to be at the compound with Nat when Sam was there and she introduced you.

He immediately thought you were pretty and very interesting.

Sam could tell you were shy, but that did not stop him from flirting.

Though he also made some jokes and was easy going as to not scare you off.

He made sure to ask Nat about you once you left and managed to convince her to give him your contact info.

What you did on your first date:

He took you to the movies first, to watch the most recent crime thriller that came out.

After the movie you went to a nearby park and walked around, talking about the movie and other crime/horror related stuff.

You got food at a food truck and sat by the fountain together.

He was appalled when you told him that you didn’t eat that often (if came a part of your relationship later on that he would try to cook you meals that you’d like just so you WOULD EAT).

You ended up spending hours together, and it felt like no time at all.

So you were definitely up for another date with him, which he of course asked you about.

Best-Friend:

Natasha. She was the first one you met, and slowly introduced you to the others. She thought you were really cool when you first met and was surprised at how well you go along. That is sometimes hard for her to do, so once you became friends she never took that for granted. She and Sam would gang up on you when you weren’t eating btw.

xxaaron

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Title: I loved your colours (before I loved you) Artist: @calliartss Rating: Explicit (Chapter 10 only) Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood & Clary Fray, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood Word Count: ~95k Summary: Magnus Bane is a journalist who's always dreamed of modelling for Lightwood Fashions. When the CEO Alec Lightwood starts looking for new models for their spring collection, he jumps on the occasion.

In the meantime, Alec Lightwood is struggling with the idea of finally announcing his role as co-designer. When Magnus Bane strolls into his life, Alec is torn between keeping his secret or throwing all caution to the wind.

This fic was created for the Malec Discord Mini Bang 2020.

Chapter 7: Nice to have a friend

If Magnus had thought audition day had been chaotic, it had nothing on the first photoshoot of the season.

Alec and Isabelle had warned him, of course, that the first event for a specific collection was always stressful for everyone involved, surpassed only by the final event – in this case, the March fashion show – but he hadn’t expected… this.

He hadn’t expected people running everywhere, barking out orders and moving the models around like they were pieces of furniture. He hadn’t expected Alec and Clary to be running the place like two insane captains who knew where everything was supposed to go but hadn’t told the rest of the team about their plan. He hadn’t expected Raphael, of all people, to be fidgeting restlessly as though this was the biggest event of his life.

Thankfully, he had Isabelle by his side to metaphorically hold his hand and check up on him every few minutes, keeping him as sane as he could possibly be in the midst of the floor’s disorder.

“And this happens every time?” He asked, his eyebrows raising incredulously when Isabelle, Meliorn, and Aline all nodded simultaneously. “Shouldn’t they have gotten used to the flow by now? I mean, Alexander has been in charge for quite a few years, and Clarissa has been there just as long, so I assumed…”

“That they’d be more put together?” Isabelle snorted. “Yeah, no. Look, the shoots always go well. They know what they’re doing, even when it looks like they’re panicking and the results are always amazing. Raphael will pull it together in about thirty minutes, and then we’ll be ready to start the real show.”

“The real show?” Emily asked softly. The poor girl looked like she was seconds away from bolting out of the room, only held back by the tight grip Andrew had on her hand.

“The collection reveal,” Kaelie answered blithely, rolling her eyes at the two younger models. “The pieces aren’t all ready, but this is usually the moment when Clary does her little presentation and tells us about what we’re expected to wear, who’ll be featuring on the covers…”

“I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t my favourite part of the process,” Isabelle grinned at Magnus excitedly. “My brother and Clary are always so mysterious when it comes to the collection, and they refuse to give me hints or sneak peeks, so I always love this big revelation moment. Clary is… Really talented.”

“Oh, I know,” Magnus smirked, nudging his friend in the ribs. “Although I’m sure she has quite a few talents she’d only want to show you. How are things going between the two of you?”

“What- Who told you there was something going on there?” Isabelle asked innocently, although her flushed cheeks betrayed her more than anything. “Was it Alec? Because you really shouldn’t trust everything he tells you, even if the two of you are dating and smitten and all of that.��

“Actually, Clary might have let something slip about a potential first date,” Magnus lied – he had heard about it from Alec. But Alec had heard about it from Clary, so he supposed it was close enough to the truth and less likely to freak Isabelle out. “Not that I’m surprised, since there were literal sparks flying between the two of you when you dropped by my office the other week. I’m glad you figured things out.”

“There’s no telling if this is going to work,” Isabelle mumbled. “I mean, we’re- she’s- there’s a lot of history between us, and I’m a little worried that things aren’t going to work because of it. But don’t you worry your pretty face over my love life; you have your own thing going on with my brother, and I hear it’s going quite well.”

“Yeah,” Magnus smiled softly, thinking about how good his second date with Alec had been. “Yeah, it is. By the way, can I say I’m impressed at how involved your brother is in all of this? I’ve talked to him about it a few times, but it’s rare to see a CEO actually participate in events like this one with such passion and interest. It makes him even more attractive.”

“First of all, please don’t talk about how attractive you find my brother when you have that hungry look on your face,” Isabelle grimaced. “And secondly, he just really cares about this place, and he wants to do right by Clary. Since her secret partner wants to remain secret, she needs someone else to help her out, and Alec jumped on the opportunity to spend more time with his best friend.”

“He still intimidates the hell out of me,” Andrew cut in, blushing lightly when Isabelle and Magnus turned to stare at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the two of you were talking right in front of us, so…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Magnus grinned. “So, Alexander intimidates you, does he?”

“He’s achieved a lot for someone so young,” Andrew shrugged, glancing over at Emily and smiling when the girl nodded along to his words. “It’s impressive, and I feel like he’s miles ahead of us even though we’re all around the same age.”

“Don’t let his fancy façade fool you,” Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Alec is great, and I’m very proud of him for taking care of this company so well, but he’s just another guy. He gets nervous before dates, struggles to dress himself in the morning, and keeps his dark secrets hidden deep in the recesses of his mind.”

“And he cries, just like the rest of us,” Meliorn added, raising his voice and winking at Alec when the man narrowed his eyes at their little group. “Nothing to be intimidated by.”

Before Andrew or Emily could get another word in, someone across the room cleared their voice loudly, waving at Clary as she jumped on top of a desk and clapped her hands once, grinning at the gathered crowd. The manic look she had sported earlier had dimmed a little, and she looked a lot more like the designer Magnus had gotten to know over the past month or so.

“Right, everyone! Thank you all for showing up on time,” she started. “I know this time of the year is always a little overwhelming for everyone involved, but I appreciate everyone who made this easier on us by doing what they were told. As you all know, our wonderful Raphael Santiago is holding the first photoshoot of the year today with our ten selected models, and we need this to go as smoothly as possible!”

As she went over the schedule for the day, repeating things Magnus had already been told ten times in the last hour, the journalist tuned her out. Alexander had just stepped back into his line of sight, and Magnus took a moment to appreciate how good he looked.

The one thing he hated about dating Alec was how busy they both were. They worked in the same building, had enough friends in common that they should have been able to go out as a group, and even had to work together with the fashion team. And yet, outside of their two dates, Magnus had only managed to see the other man three times. It was torturous, and it made moments like these even harder for Magnus.

His boyfriend – because that was what he was, as of four days earlier – was right there, close enough that Magnus would only have to take a few steps forward to be by his side, but they hadn’t even talked once today. He didn’t blame Alexander, of course, but it made him wish he didn’t have to handle all the paperwork that came with being Head Editor, and that Alec wasn’t so good at his job.

For once in his life he had something great, something worth keeping, and he somehow managed to see Alec less than he had seen Lorenzo back when he worked at Fade Media.

“You look like you’re about to either murder him or jump him,” Aline whispered directly into his ear, startling Magnus into almost knocking a mannequin over. “Someone’s jumpy. So, are things not going well between Alec and you?”

“Things are going wonderfully,” Magnus hissed back at the woman. The two of them hadn’t talked much, but she was apparently a close friend of Alec’s, and Magnus wasn’t opposed to getting to know her some more. “We call each other every night, and we try to see each other as often as possible, but it’s just…”

“It’s just that you’re both workaholics with about zero free time on your hands?” Aline chuckled. “Yeah, Alec’s been complaining about the same thing. And look, I’m no dating expert, but I’ve been in a pretty good relationship for the past few years, and I’m pretty sure talking to Alec would solve almost all your issues.”

“We don’t have issues,” Magnus rolled his eyes. They didn’t, not really, but the pace at which they were going was a lot slower than what Magnus had anticipated. “But you may have a point. Now, I think Clary is going to talk about the collection, and I really don’t want to miss this.”

He had been waiting to get a preview of the collection ever since he had been hired – maybe even before that – and all thoughts of Alexander flew out of his mind as soon as Clary brought out the few outfits that were ready to be worn.

When the team had announced that the collection would be different, Magnus had been both surprised and a little apprehensive. He had always been one for trying new things, but he hadn’t been sure why Clary and her partner had decided to change something that was working so well already. Now, though…

Looking at the few colourful pieces Clary was smiling at proudly, he realised they knew exactly what they were doing.

There were ten outfits on display, one for each of the models, and Magnus immediately knew which one was meant for him. The loose, long-sleeved blue, green, and gold shirt shimmered in the sunlight, matching the black slack pants. The pants were lined in colourful threads that were visible just under the surface perfectly complimenting the top. Magnus couldn’t keep his eyes off it.

Next to him, Isabelle was staring at the matching peacock-looking dress with awe in her eyes, and Magnus squeezed her hand in a silent show of comradery. Alec had once told him that Clary was the one who took care of the women’s line, and he wondered if Isabelle realised every dress was probably Clary’s way of declaring her love to the brunette.

“They’re stunning,” Diana breathed out, eyeing her own purple and blue gown with something like admiration in her eyes.

“We have a total of five photoshoots planned,” Clary drew everyone’s attention back to herself. “Three for high fashion, and two for slightly more casual wear. We’ll be alternating, so don’t expect all of our clothes to look like this. We know the colours are a little more prominent than usual, but rest assured that the darker and subtler shades will be coming soon. We just wanted to get the more extravagant clothes out of the way first, although some of them will have to wait a while longer. Anyways, you can come to me if you have any questions about what you’ll be wearing. Raphael, be in the studio in 5; Helen, check over the models one last time just to make sure the measurements are fine; models, we’ll be starting with Meliorn and Kaelie; everyone else, you know what you’re doing!”

Magnus could only blink as the entire floor was set into motion once more. He didn’t even protest as he was pushed towards his outfit, too busy staring at it greedily to think about the way he was being manhandled.

As he slipped the clothes on, he was suddenly struck by the fact that he had done it. He was a model for Lightwood Fashions, wearing an outfit created by his favourite designers and feeling lighter than he ever had when he worked under Lorenzo.

His fingers trembled as he smoothed over his shirt, the golden tones standing out starkly against the blue and greens every time he moved. Just as he was starting to doubt what he was doing, wondering if he would ever be good enough to wear LF clothes for a photoshoot, a pair of warm hands settled around his waist.

“Hey there,” Alec smiled at him, twisting Magnus around and kissing his cheek in greeting. “You look beautiful. You also look a little nervous, so I thought I’d try to- Well, I thought I’d come and see if there’s anything I can do to help. I know the first photoshoot is always the most nerve-wrecking, but you’re going to be amazing. I’ve never met anyone who’s as suited for this job as you are.”

“I heard that!” Isabelle exclaimed, glaring at her brother from her position a few feet away.

“Thank you, Alexander,” Magnus said warmly, leaning into his boyfriend’s touch. “Shouldn’t you be in there, cheering Kaelie and Meliorn on or making sure everything is going smoothly or something?”

“Raphael handles that,” Alec snorted. “I love the man, but he can be downright vicious when someone gets in his way during a shoot. I hope you’re ready to meet the dark side of your friend, because photographer Raphael is really something else.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Magnus asked, laughing when Alec shrugged unrepentantly. “Thank you for the warning, darling. So, what do you think of the collection? I’m assuming Clary showed it to you before, and I know you said you were excited, but do you really think this is going to be the best collection yet?”

“I hope so,” Alec answered. “And I think the collection is… nice. I mean, I saw Clary and her partner slave over it, so I always assumed it was going to be great. However, nothing quite beats seeing the outfits directly on the models, especially when the designers had someone in mind all along.”

“Ah yes, Isabelle,” Magnus grinned.

“What do- Oh, yeah, yeah, Isabelle,” Alec stammered, looking over at his sister and rolling his eyes as the young woman twirled around in her dress, laughing delightedly when the light reflected off the gold just as it did on Magnus’ shirt. “Yeah, Clary really outdid herself. Although really, her favourite ones are always the red outfits. That’s when she goes all out to make sure Isabelle looks perfect.”

“Why the peacock colours, then?” Magnus inquired curiously. “If she prefers Isabelle in red…”

“Well, she does have a partner,” Alec pointed out, chuckling when Magnus turned to stare at him innocently. “Nice try, but you’re not getting anything out of me, especially not today. We need everything to go perfectly, and that won’t happen if you’re pestering me for information on her secret partner or if you’re gushing about finally solving the mystery of their identity.”

“I thought you were here to distract me from the impending photoshoot,” Magnus sighed. “You know, I’m going to get their name out of you eventually, even if it takes me months.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Alec huffed, his gaze both fond and a little nervous. “But until then, your only job is to look pretty for the cameras, make sure Raphael doesn’t rip you apart with his words, and have amazing chemistry with my little sister. Seriously though, you look beautiful, and I’m sure you’re going to be perfect in there.”

“Thank y-”

“Magnus, Isabelle, get in here now!” Raphael yelled from his studio door, smiling brittlely at Kaelie and Meliorn as they stepped out of the room. “We don’t have all day!”

Magnus sent a panicked look in Alexander’s direction but his boyfriend was grinning at him mischievously and gently pushing him towards Raphael, so he grumbled and grabbed Isabelle’s arm as he headed for the studio.

The last thing he heard before Raphael shut the door behind them was Alec’s wicked laughter.

***

“You’re not welcome on this side of the booth, Santiago!” Magnus exclaimed as his friend moved towards them, drinks in hand. “Seriously, you can be Cat’s responsibility tonight; I don’t even want to look at you. You should take that time to think about everything you’ve done wrong.”

“It’s my job, Magnus,” Raphael rolled his eyes, although he dutifully took the spot next to Catarina instead of his usual seat next to Magnus. “I’m sorry I had to snap at you a little bit, but you’re a beginner model and there was no way we were going to get things done on time if I had been your friend rather than your photographer. Besides, Isabelle found it hilarious.”

“Of course she did,” Magnus huffed. “She wasn’t the one being reprimanded every time she so much as tilted her head the wrong way. Be honest, were you being harder on me because you’re my friend, or were you just being your usual delightful self?”

“I was harder on you because Isabelle is a better model,” Raphael drawled, smirking when Magnus glared at him viciously. “Look, Magnus, you’re a handsome guy and the pictures turned out great, but you needed a little guidance and that’s what I’m there to do.”

“With great power comes great responsibility,” Catarina nodded sagely, high-fiving Raphael underneath the table and ignoring Magnus’ disgruntled scoff. “Oh, cheer up, Mags! You’re going to be on the front cover of your own magazine, and everyone is going to adore you. So what if Raphael was a little harsh with you? It’s not like you weren’t expecting it.”

Sometimes, Magnus really hated having a friend who was always right. He had been warned repeatedly about Raphael’s behaviour in the studio; both my Raphael himself and by the fashion team. It was his fault for thinking that being friends with the man would grant him immunity or something of the sort.

“Those photos had better be perfect, Santiago,” he grumbled, taking a sip of his drink and letting the alcohol burn down his throat pleasantly. “And has anyone heard from Ragnor? I swear that cabbage arrives late on purpose.”

“He likes his dramatic entrances,” Catarina shrugged. “Besides, you know he’s busy with work; he’s probably just stuck in traffic somewhere on the other side of town. We might as well enjoy our last moments of peace before he comes in and starts talking our ears off with work-talk.”

“I though we banned work-talk from the table,” Magnus frowned. They had had this exact conversation at least twenty times in the past year, and the result was always the same; they would follow the rules for a few weeks, forget about the rule, and get into an argument about their jobs before reinstating the rather smart rule.

“And you already broke it once tonight,” Cat pointed out, staring between him and Raphael exasperatedly. “I’ll even let you start your fight up again at some point if you let Ragnor bitch about his colleagues for a little while. He doesn’t get out of the office enough, and you know he gets all offended when we tell him to stop talking about work, so…”

“Fine,” Raphael mumbled. “But don’t you dare complain when he starts going on a rant about Dot, because you brought this upon yourself.”

“I won’t say a word,” Catarina zipped her mouth shut. “And on that note, how about we stop talking about your photoshoot and start discussing something a little more important. Say… Your goddaughter, for example. It’s been two and a half weeks Magnus.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Magnus winced. He had been meaning to get better now that he had a new job, but he had greatly overestimated his scheduling abilities. “I’m trying to get more free time, but everything is crazy at wo-”

“I know,” Cat cut him off. “You’ve told me about it at least thirty times this week, mostly when you were complaining about not being able to see your pretty boy as much as you want to. But, as you should also know by now, Madzie can only take the work excuse for so long before she starts thinking that you’re deliberately blowing us off. She misses you, Magnus.”

“I miss her too,” he sighed.

As much as Magnus wanted to promise her that he would do better, that he would find the time to see Madzie during the week and make it up to her… he couldn’t. He barely had the time to sleep now that the spring collection was well underway and the models were solicited at every corner. On top of that, the media team had to cover the articles relating to the fashion team’s progress, which meant even more work for him.

Magnus was only awake thanks to copious amounts of coffee and the reminder that he had chosen this for himself. He had been the one to decide to take the Head Editor position on top of the modelling one – hell, he was the one who had pushed for it – and he knew he couldn’t screw either of them up, not even for Madzie. Maybe that made him a bad godfather, but he was truly trying his best.

“What am I supposed to tell her, Magnus?” Catarina shook her head at him sadly. “When you worked for Fade Media, I could at least make her feel better by telling her that you would much rather be with her than working for that lizard, but now… Now you’re happy, you’re thriving, and you’re doing it without her. I get that you love your new job, and I couldn’t be more delighted for you, but Madzie needs you. Please, just a few hours sometime in the upcoming week. It doesn’t even have to be half a day.”

Magnus opened his mouth to tell her this week really wasn’t the greatest time, but then a thought hit him. He hadn’t exactly been hiding Alexander from his friends; they knew he was dating the young CEO and had all asked him plenty of invasive question, but he also hadn’t introduced them to him.

It mostly had to do with how busy Alec was, even more so than Magnus, but he also hadn’t been sure that introducing Catarina and Alexander to each other was a good idea. They were terrifyingly similar at times, and Magnus wasn’t sure he would be able to survive a combined onslaught from two of his favourite people in the world.

However, Catarina had a point; he needed to spend time with Madzie. On the other hand, he also needed to spent time with Alexander, and his wonderful boyfriend had managed to get them both some time off for a date that week. They hadn’t decided on anything quite yet, which meant…

“Alec and I could spend some time with her on Thursday,” he blurted out, grimacing at the incredulous stare Raphael sent his way. “We have a few hours off work thanks to Alec’s connections to the CEO – and by CEO I mean his mother, not him – and I’m not sure when I’ll be able to take more, so… I know you haven’t met him yet, but he’s a great guy.”

“He really is,” Raphael added, somehow sounding both genuine and like it was the last thing he had wanted to say out loud. “Lightwood is a trustworthy guy, and he’s great with kids. I’m sure Madzie would love him.”

“You’re sure Madzie would love who?”

Magnus perked up unconsciously at the sound of Ragnor’s voice. It had been far too long since he had last seen his oldest friend, and he hadn’t realised how much he had missed the man until he slid into the seat next to Magnus and ruffled his hair fondly.

No matter how much he hated the way Ragnor still tended to treat him like a child, he had to admit there was something reassuring in how familiar the gesture was. After having dealt with new experiences and new people non-stop for the past month, it was nice to be surrounded by the people he loved most, spending a night in the same bar they had frequented since they were 21 and barely old enough to drink.

“We were talking about Magnus’ new boyfriend,” Catarina grinned. “And how he’s apparently great with kids. Although that’s according to Raphael, so who knows how true that piece of information is.”

“Ah yes, the infamous Alexander Lightwood,” Ragnor hummed, making Magnus turn towards his two other friends with betrayal written all over his face. “Were they not meant to tell me? Were you going to keep him a secret from your oldest friend? You wound me, Magnus.”

“I wanted to tell you myself,” he said, punctuating his words with a sharp glare towards Raphael and Catarina. “Which one of you caved first? Or did you not even try to keep it a secret? You know, I do occasionally like talking to Ragnor about important things in my life without having someone else blurt the whole thing out unashamedly.”

Really, it was no secret that Catarina was the one who had told Ragnor about Magnus’ relationship, but they all liked to maintain a semblance of surprise when the woman cracked and apologised for her actions. Her inability to lie and hide things was her biggest flaw, and Magnus should have known better than to trust her with something like his boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” she exclaimed less than a minute later, batting her eyelashes at Magnus apologetically. “I know I should have let you have your moment, but I mean Alexander Lightwood. There aren’t a lot of people out there who could rival you in charm and beauty, but Lightwood is definitely right up there on the list. Besides, I didn’t know how long it would be until we saw Ragnor again, and I didn’t think it was fair to keep him in the dark.”

“Ragnor, my sweet cabbage, would it have hurt your feelings if you had only found out about Alexander tonight?” Magnus asked, crossing his arms over his chest and not looking away from Catarina as their friend answered in the negative. “And this, Catarina, is why I won’t tell you about my proposal beforehand. At least when I break news, I do it in a fantastic way. I bet you told Ragnor over the phone.”

“She told me over the phone,” Ragnor confirmed, winking at Catarina when she grumbled at him mutinously. “But for what it’s worth, I’m happy for you. I’ll want to meet this young millionaire soon, but Catarina seems to think he brings you joy, so congratulations on finally finding your soulmate.”

“He’s not my- I mean, there’s no telling yet if he’s the right one for me,” Magnus said as nonchalantly as possible, even though his heart was beating wildly at the thought of spending the rest of his life with Alexander. “We’ve only been on two dates, and we’re taking things slow, and we still have plenty of time before we talk about the future of our relationship.”

“You’re taking things slow?” Raphael’s eyebrows flew up as he spoke. “You and Alec are two of the most impatient people I have ever met; how on earth are you taking things slow? The guy’s such a romantic, I thought he would have already asked you to move in by now. Besides, don’t you see each other every day at work?”

“Not every day,” Magnus shrugged, trying – and failing – to keep the bitterness out of his tone. “Sometimes it feels like fate is mocking us. It put this perfect man right in front of me, a man who actually likes me back, and now it keeps putting obstacles in our path and making it impossible for us to meet up.”

“And by fate, I’m sure you mean the LF Spring Collection,” Raphael snorted. “The company is never busier than in the two months leading up to a release. It’s like clockwork, really. January, April, July, and October are the emptiest months of the year. The fashion team works on designs, but other than that events are pretty rare. February, May, August, and November are on the complete opposite side of the spectrum; the collection is in the works, the designers are trying to finish it on time, the entire team is busy setting things up for the release… A nightmare, I tell you. And the release months are usually a nice in between. So just wait another month and you’ll have Alec all to yourself.”

“There’s no way I’m signing up to be a model for the summer collection,” Magnus groaned. “Alec can turn his hopeful eyes on me all he wants, but I’m not putting myself through that two times in a row. He’ll have to find himself another model to pose with Isabelle.”

“If you don’t want to do it again, he won’t push,” Raphael pointed out smartly. “You know he would never force anyone to do something they don’t like.”

“Sounds like a good guy,” Ragnor piped up, smiling fondly at Magnus and Raphael. “I’m glad the two of you have him in your life, although I wish you would have introduced him to us earlier, Raphael, then maybe Magnus could have been happy years ago.”

“But he would have ruined their perfect fairy tale meeting,” Catarina smirked. “I mean, Magnus did some very dubious things to get to where he is right now, but he’s modelling for Alec’s company and basically running the entire Lightwood media team. That probably wouldn’t have happened if Raphael had dragged him along to a work event when he first started out as the Lightwoods’ photographer.”

“Dubious things…?”

“We don’t need to talk about that,” Magnus chuckled nervously as matching devious glints entered Raphael and Catarina’s eyes. “Really, we should talk about something else, like why Alexander and I are taking things slow and what I can do to make things move along just a little bit faster.”

“Talk to him,” Raphael deadpanned. “Problem solved.”

“Kiss him,” Catarina added. “Wait, you have kissed him, right?”

“Who do you take me for, Cat? Of course I’ve kissed him.” Magnus huffed, deflating when his best friend only stared at him, unconvinced.. “Alright fine, so what if I didn’t kiss him? We’re taking things slow! I was going to kiss him after our first date, but it didn’t seem right. Besides, what do you want me to do? Make out with him in front of all his colleagues? That’s a terrible idea, and it’s not happening. What if we get carried away?”

“And what if you do?” Ragnor snorted. “It’s not like you’ve ever been against trying new things. God, imagine the possibilities… In his office, in your office, in the elevator, in the closet or wherever else they keep the clothes, in Raphael’s studio-”

“Absolutely not,” Raphael cut the older man off. “Don’t even think about it, Bane. There are cameras in there, and I will know if you snuck inside to have sex with my boss. Now, as riveting as this conversation about your painfully non-existent sex life is, I really think Ragnor should get the full story of how you obtained your job as Lightwood Media’s Head Editor.”

“We really don’t need to-”

“Oh no, please, I want to hear this,” Ragnor smiled wickedly, leaning back in his seat and gesturing for Raphael to go on.

Magnus groaned loudly and slammed his head onto the table, wondering if there was even a chance that his friends would ever forget about this particularly unbrilliant idea. If the way Catarina was already laughing silently was anything to go by, he didn’t think so.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #fanfic #my writing

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omniversalobservations · 4 years ago

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How the MUGEN community built the ultimate fighting game crossover

The question, "Who would win in a fight?" is the root of many fierce debates throughout the history of pop culture. The notion of pitting characters from different properties and different media against one another is exciting to discuss. And when it comes to letting fans live out these arguments, there are few better outlets than fighting games.

Even within a genre known for character-merging crossovers, there's one two-decade-old game that reigns supreme when it comes to pitting a wide variety of characters against one another. That program is MUGEN, derived from the Japanese word for "infinite," which is an appropriate name for a program that provides near limitless potential for players to create new fighting games and characters.

MUGEN began life just before the turn of the century as a PC-based side-scrolling shoot-'em-up title, created by a small company called Elecbyte. The team was originally experimenting with creating an engine to handle the rigors of so-called shmup games but found that it just wasn't living up to what they had hoped to create. Taking inspiration from a PC Korean Street Fighter 2 hack known as SFIBM, Elecbyte decided to change course from a shooter to a 2D fighting game engine.

The first public MS-DOS beta release of MUGEN came on July 27, 1999. This early release differed from most fighting games, though, by offering only one "official" character, Kung Fu Man, and a single stage. Everything else, from additional characters to even title-screen art, would have to be supplied by the users themselves, most often through files shared via Internet communities. For the first time, fans of fighting games weren't just allowed but expected to create their own fighters and matchups.

Though you don't need programming knowledge to create a MUGEN character, the process can still be time-intensive, especially if you're creating your custom art. Over the years, fighter-creation software like 2005's Fighter Factory has popped up to help facilitate this process. These third-party programs allow creators to import either their own hand-drawn sprites or images ripped from existing sprite-based games (making good use of the various sprite sheets that littered the Internet even since the late '90s). With art in hand, Fighter Factory let users tweak values, line up the sprites for animations, and make everything feel just right before exporting the generated files to create fully animated MUGEN characters.

Players have also tasked themselves with MUGEN's core logic and gameplay. In the early years, the AI for MUGEN's computer-controlled opponents was rather simple, akin to a new player just button-mashing different commands at random without any coherent strategy. In the decades since the game's launch, the community has dived deeper into the program's potential, programming more robust and intricate behaviors for the AI and leading to far more exciting and difficult matches with the computer.

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While the fan community has kept MUGEN thriving over the years, the game's original creators have had a much spottier history with their creation.

MUGEN saw regular updates from 1999 until April 2002, when Elecbyte released a new version of the game's Linux build to fans. At the time, though, no one suspected that this release would be the last that Elecbyte would put out for seven years. Elecbyte's website shut down for good in 2003, disappearing without a word and leaving the game's nascent community in the dark.

The abrupt halting of MUGEN updates was especially upsetting to fans who had been waiting for a Windows version of the game to go along with the 2001 Linux port. Elecbyte's existing work on just such a Windows port would eventually reach the community, though, when a suspected private beta of the WinMUGEN project was leaked in 2004.

This beta version, rumored to have been originally offered only to a select number of private donors, was quite restrictive compared to previous MUGEN editions. The character selection was locked to only two slots, and some of the usual game modes were unavailable. But it didn't take long for the community to develop hacks that fixed the bugs and missing features in the WinMUGEN beta. An enhanced hacked version, going by WinMUGEN Plus, arrived in July 2007. Crucially, this version updated the circa-1999 original with the ability to use higher-resolution stages and assets.

Then, as suddenly as it disappeared, Elecbyte made its surprise return in 2009 with a fresh new website and a new build of its MUGEN engine, known merely as MUGEN 1.0 RC1 (standing for Release Client 1).

On a new developer blog on the revamped site, the team members said that their lives had simply split off into different directions before the 2003 shutdown. The original developers added that they held no ill will toward those who had developed new hacks and versions of WinMUGEN in the intervening time. In fact, according to the team, they took it as a clear sign that the users wanted new features in the engine.

In the years that followed, Elecbyte would provide eight different RC revisions of the MUGEN engine, as well as new and consistent updates to its developer blog. On January 18, 2011, after eight different RC revisions, Elecbyte officially released Version 1.0 of MUGEN.

The MUGEN community now had an engine with backward compatibility, new resolution options (HD included), an auto-scaling camera, support for new file formats, and improved AI. A public beta for version 1.1 would be released two years later, which saw a complete overhaul for the engine, adding compatibility with more complex art assets to be used and a frequently requested sprite zooming feature.

The last official post made by Elecbyte, posted on February 26, 2014, alluded to another MUGEN beta release slated for the next few months.

But this release would never come to be. As in 2003, Elecbyte disappeared again, leaving the community confused and curious. Elecbyte's website was shut down completely sometime between August 2015 and April 2016, and it currently only shows an "Access forbidden" screen.

While some MUGEN fans unite to build their dream fighting games, others build on that work to stage computer-controlled matches for the benefit of streaming audiences.

Scrolling Twitch these days, you're bound to see an image of Tom Hanks with Goku in the background, MUGEN's signature thumbnail. The majority of MUGEN viewers will all be found in a single channel, SaltyBet, which has turned the spectacle of MUGEN into an online virtual gambling powerhouse. Taking advantage of MUGEN's CPU vs. CPU feature, SaltyBet viewers can wager fake currency on which fighter they think will win the round.

Fighters can include anyone or anything, from characters in popular fighting games like Guilty Gear or Street Fighter to anime heroes and hand-drawn stick figures. The stream is live around the clock with hundreds of viewers tuning in regardless of the time of day.

Like any sports-betting setup, each round has odds that will affect your overall payout should you win. But while initial odds for traditional sports are based on previous performance, both fighters in a SaltyBet match start with even odds. As participants put their fake money behind one character or the other, the odds will shift in response.

When two of these utterly unbalanced, incredibly overpowered characters are paired off against one another, who will come out on top is anybody's guess. Longtime viewers may have a slight advantage if they may have a better idea of the competitors' movesets, but who will win mostly comes down to luck.

For many members of the SaltyBet community, the main appeal doesn't come from the simulated gambling anyway. Instead, many come just for the ridiculous matchups and the sense of community. "I enjoy the crossover of characters from many different franchises, especially those I grew up with." Twitch user Lestaroth told Ars. "Even unexpected characters. And then, it's all in good spirit—you never hear people insulting each other and so on."

Longtime SaltyBet Twitch viewer ARobotFromTheFuture1 expanded on the same sentiment. "I have to say [one] appeal to it is the insane matches that can happen as well as the matches that get you to the edge of your seat," he said. "I really enjoy the dedication the MUGEN community has even to this day making great and goofy characters."

Despite years of neglect from its original creators, a wealth of talent and creativity has carried the dream that MUGEN represented in its first beta 21 years ago. Authors have taken up the reins to work out solutions to circumvent restrictions and released patches of their own to address bugs and issues left over.

Whether you are an artist, coder, player, or watcher, this near-unlimited potential that MUGEN began will keep evolving and growing for years to come. Even if Elecbyte never returns, what it created back in 1999 lives up to the "infinite" name the company gave it.

Source: Ars Technica

(image via YouTube)

#unofficial #SpongeBob #Mickey Mouse #Final Fantasy #Dragon Ball Z #M.U.G.E.N

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Which of the captains look the prettiest/handsomest in drag? (JUSHIROJUSIROJUSHIRO)

Um… abso-lutely Jushiro!! Fun question! I could actually see quite a few of the guys being insanely pretty and the girls being very handsome! Yikes, if they had a competition, I would not want to be a judge… But as luck would have it, the WSA decided to host a competition to benefit the Seireitei’s Orphaned Children Fund. You can decide who wins, like I said, I can’t judge ;)

‘Mandatory Disclaimer’ I promised Nanao to pass on: ‘Awards presented in no way indicate a contestant’s final standing in the competition. Actual placement of the contestants is final and indisputable by participants.’

Soi-Fon:

*She was a surprise entry, but a very well executed one. Hair slicked back and drawn-on stubble, she went the sporty route in a full football kit. Soi-Fon shocked everyone with some spot-on skills for the talent portion (prompting Renji to challenge her to a game afterwards). Awarded: ‘Most Talented’ which someone during the night (Shinji) changed to ‘Best Balls’ and that was the title that stuck.

Rose:

*He spent the most time on his hair, making sure it was perfectly styled, only bothering to apply a light touch of makeup - he knew he didn’t really need it anyway. He ended up going a little hard with the whole ‘hair flip’ thing and nearly toppled off his heels, but he made a surprisingly graceful save and played it off. Awarded: ‘Most Luscious Locks’

Byakuya:

*Agreed (begrudgingly) to participate at Rukia’s pleading. But only because it benefitted children of the Seireitei. He tried to disguise himself well enough no one knew it was him, but he wore a beautiful (and expensive) kimono and pretty much gave himself away. Of course, the air of indifference he exuded really pushed the total look over the top. Come to think of it, that was probably how everyone guessed it was him. Awarded: ‘Most Elegant’

Toshiro:

*It is truly a wonder what some eyeliner can do. Everyone agreed that Toshiro was attractive enough to begin with (despite his frosty exterior). But the nice smokey eye he sported at the competition in combination with the way the lights caught them and made them flicker just so… No one really paid much attention to the rest of his appearance. Awarded: ‘Prettiest Peepers’

Jushiro:

*Keyone put in some serious work getting Jushiro ready, with constant (completely unhelpful) critiques from Sentaro. In the end, Rukia ended up stepping in to make sure their Captain was his usual beautiful self. He practically glowed under the stage lights and took everyone’s breath away. Awarded: ‘Best Legs’ after the judges got a view thanks to the thigh-high slit in his dress.

Shinji:

*Shinji was quite the sight to see. He already had the hair going for him - just long enough to aid the illusion of a feminine appearance. But he is rail thin. It took him half the day to work on padding his ass and thighs, then applying his fake boobs to give him the appearance of cleavage. He may have enjoyed a snickering fondling of his falsies before applying them but he won’t admit it. Awarded: ‘Best Smile’ - his red lipstick really made that toothy grin pop to perfection.

Yumichika:

*I mean really. Yumichika is the one person who’s life obsession is beauty. When the news was out that there was a Seireitei drag competition, Yumichika would stop at nothing to win. He spent all day on his makeup, and you can bet he looked flaw-less. Awarded: ‘Gives Good Face (Best Makeup)’ he was thoroughly disappointed. Yumichika expected ‘Most Beautiful’.

Rukia:

*Rukia pulled off a smokey grey western-style mens suit to perfection. It contrasted nicely with her violet eyes. She even managed to strut her stuff in perfect imitation of a man’s walk and body language (she copied Renji’s mannerisms to a T. His cheeks were as red as his hair). Awarded: ‘Best Boy (Most Accurate Portrayal’)

Honorable Mentions (aka: Who Tried and Failed - hard):

Shunsui:

*He was a little too invested in picking out his clothing and failed to leave enough time to cover his stubble when he was doing his makeup. His 5 O’Clock shadow was visible to half the audience. But his dress was pretty, so that’s something?

Kensei:

*He actually managed to use enough tape to get some impressive cleavage. Though he has the typical male problem of no hips, he surprised some of the crowd with a remarkably nice ass. However, since he refused to wear a dress with sleeves (he actually just couldn’t find one that fit), his massive biceps were a huge distraction to the audience - particularly the women.

Kenpachi:

*He was the other shocking entry of the night, convinced to take part by Yachiru. She even adorned his hair with her bone clip. However, there wasn’t enough makeup in the Seireitei to soften Kenpachi’s badass appearance. He ended up making a pretty scary looking woman, and the fact that he threatened to fight anyone who laughed (the sake flowed pretty liberally at the after-party) didn’t soften his appearance.

Rangiku:

*She ended up using so many layers of wrappings to try taming her impressive breasts, she ended up passing out backstage. The sad fact is, it was mostly for nothing. Rangiku learned another example of how her boobs simply cannot be contained.

~Overall, it was a nice night out and they raised more than their goal for the Seireitei’s Orphaned Children Fund. Mysterious, unnamed donations were largely to thank for that. Byakuya, Rukia, and Jushiro were the biggest donors though they wouldn’t admit it and refused to take any credit.

~Lisa ran off with one of Shinji’s falsies leaving him lopsided for the rest of the night.

~More than a few of the contestants were hit on by sake-inebriated members of the Gotei 13 before the night was over. Tetsuzaemon took a particular liking to Jushiro and Yumichika, before Renji took his glasses off and reminded him who they were.

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lovewhatyoudodolan · 7 years ago

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Perfect Score || Ethan Dolan

Prompt: You are an up and coming snowboarder and are participating in the winter X-Games for the first time. While there you run into the half-pipe star you idolize.

Word Count: 2,761

A/N: I’m so sad the Winter Olympics is over. I literally screamed when Shaun White took home the gold again. 🤗

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While I was growing up, my family thought I was insane for being so interested in such a dangerous sport. ‘Why don’t you just dance or play a normal sport like your classmates?’ is what I commonly heard when we had family gatherings, but I never paid them any mind.

None of them had ever experienced the exhilarating feeling I get when I perfect a new trick or reach the end of a half-pipe. You feel invincible, like nothing in the world can harm you. Snowboarding may not be for everyone, but it’s definitely for me.

I grew up on the sunny beaches of southern Florida, so my interest in snowboarding was very unexpected. My parents were extremely against the idea of their only daughter being interested in such a dangerous sport, but after spending most of my elementary school years begging them to take me to the slopes they began warming up to the idea.

My first time on a board was insane. The most vivid memory being that my father had to chase after me when I decided to sneak off and try one of the harder mountain courses at the resort. This was where everyone began saying I had ‘natural talent’ when it came to boarding. From that day on, everything progressed so rapidly that even I could barely keep up.

When I came to the realization that I wanted to start competing in small competitions, my parents were completely for it. Throughout 2008, I was blowing everyone out of the water. Most people my age were preforming simple tricks like Ollie’s while I was doing backside 360’s off ramps.

However, things came to a halt after December 31, 2009. My long time idol and the person I was rooting for to win the 2010 Vancouver Olympic Winter Games, Kevin Pearce, had a career ending fatal crash and it begin putting things into perspective for me.

Was I positive I wanted to risk my life for this? I loved the sport with all my life and spent the last three years of my life training in order to compete in my first X-Games by 2014, and never did I think about the possible injuries that could occur.

For a year I put my board away. My coach was furious, not wanting me to give up on my dreams because of one freak incident. From there I focused more on my school work, trying to ignore the itching feeling my body had to get back out there.

What ended up changing my mind was a boy my age that I saw competing in the 2011 Winter X-Games. An eleven year old boy was competing with big names, and I didn’t know how to process the face. He was phenomenal, crushing the half-pipe like he owned it. When my father caught me watching the games, he knew it was game over.

The following day, I called up my coach and we were training every day after school until I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. Accidents occurred, bones broke, but nothing overly terrible happened. My confidence was back, and I was once again at the top of my game.

I still remember the feeling I got the first time I ever landed a Frontside Double Cork 1080 on the half-pipe at sixteen, and it returns every time I land a trick. Every run I went into whether it was for practice or competition I gave my all, and I wouldn’t be standing where I am right now if I hadn’t.

One earbud was hanging out of my ear as I clutched my board due to nervousness. Today would mark a new goal of mine that was officially met, and I didn’t know how to process what was happening. “Hello X-Games…”

The words tumbled effortlessly off my lips as I stared up at the superpipe that I’d be competing on in less than a day. It was a dream come true, but at the same time it was the scariest thing I had ever seen. Was I actually ready for this level?

A hand fell on my shoulder and when I turned around my best friend and coach was smiling down at me, “Don’t think too much. You’re going to be great.”

“I sure as hell hope so,” I sigh and glance back at the icy pipe, “I’ve been training far too long to just embarrass myself in front of the world.”

“Just don’t think like that,” She replied with a large smile on her face, “You’ve been working your ass off and could do your routine with your eyes shut at this point.”

I turned around to reply, but my breath hitched in my throat when a familiar face appeared in my vision. Ethan Dolan, snowboarding prodigy and the reason I got back to what I love. Of all things, I wasn’t expecting to see him at the X-Games this year.

“I’ll leave you to it,” My coach shot me a wink before walking towards the lodge where the competitors would be staying throughout our time here. Ethan was talking with some interviewer looking rather distraught as I made my way towards him.

What could I say to him? I scratched the back of my neck nervously waiting for the interview to be over. “So what are your plans for this year’s X-Games?”

“Just to grow I guess,” Ethan replied while shifting his weight from side to side, “I had a nasty accident a few months ago so I wasn’t able to train for the Olympic qualifier, and I thought this would be the best place to start competing again.”

The interviewer nods, “I remember seeing the footage.” He was about to continue when he caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye, “Who might you be?”

My breath caught in my throat when Ethan’s eyes locked with mine, giving me a once over. “Oh I’m Y/n Y/l/n. I’m also competing, but I saw Ethan and was just waiting for the interview to be over.” It was obvious I was nervous by the tone of my voice, “I can always find you later though…”

“You’re y/n y/l/n?” The interviewer’s eyes widened as he completely turned towards me, “I’ve been waiting for you to show up!”

I bite my lip and take a step away from the man, “I think the lady would rather get settled in before she gets any interviews today.” He takes a step towards me, holding his hand out for me to grab. “She’ll be around.” The man seemed annoyed with the boy as he led me towards the lodge, “You don’t want to get mixed up in all that until you absolutely have to. Who are you anyways?”

“I’m just a competitor,” I shrug as he drops my hand, “Honestly I only came over to say thank you.”

His eyebrows scrunch together at my words, “Thank me for what exactly? I don’t think we’ve ever met before have we?”

“No we haven’t,” I chuckle and glance around him at the snow covered ground, “But you’re the reason I took up snowboarding again. I saw you competing in the X-Games in 2011.”

Ethan’s big brown eyes stared into mine, and I swore I could see specks of green surrounding his pupils. “You seem more like the Shaun White type of fan.” I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be offended by his words or not, “But then again your board says differently.” He nods towards my ‘I ride for Kevin’ sticker. “You’re a fan?”

“He was my idol while growing up,” I nod as a frown forms on my face at the memory, “When he had his accident I quit boarding altogether out of fear. My family didn’t want me doing it in the first place, and his accident brought everything into perspective.”

Ethan nods and pulls the wooden door to the lodge open, “And my first X-Games appearance made you want to start again?”

“Yeah,” I smile as he holds the door open for me to walk in, “You’re the same age as me and it hit home when I saw someone my age competing in the games. This had been my dream for so long.”

“Ethan!” A guy who looked similar to the brunette in front of me pulled our attention away from one another, “We have to go bro!”

He nods before turning his attention back to me, “I’ll be sure to watch your run then. Good luck tomorrow.”

“Ditto,” A sincere smile forms on my face as the shaggy haired brunette ran off, leaving me alone in the middle of the lounge looking like an idiot.

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I sucked in a deep breath, pulling my goggles down and my bandana over my face. This was my test run of the pipe and my nerves were all over the place. “Hey you’ve got this! Everyone’s down there rooting for you, so just get out there and do your thing.” My coach said into my ear before I bent down to tighten my bindings.

“Let’s do this,” I jump up a few times before beginning my decent towards the pipe. All I could hear throughout my run was the crowd screaming and I was at a loss for words as I completed my switch backside 900. The routine was over, and I hadn’t cracked under pressure.

My arms shot into the air out of excitement and the crowd screamed along as I came to a stop. “Nice run rookie,” Ethan’s voice caught my attention as I slid my goggles off my eyes to look at him, “Maybe you do have what it takes.”

The boy winked at me before beginning his long hike to the top of the superpipe. The Men’s event was taking place first which gave me time to relax before my run, but also to watch Ethan’s run. The first time through, Ethan came in third due to a hiccup towards the end of his run where he lost his composure and couldn’t grab his board during his Cab 720.

As the competitors continued through, the crowd grew anxious over Ethan’s next run. It was obvious many were here to watch the professionals’ comeback, and as of right now he wasn’t preforming at his best.

The announcer began talking about Ethan and when he came into vision, I got to my feet. “Let’s go Ethan!” Even if his eyes were covered, I knew he heard when his head snapped around towards the crowd. After my words, everyone began chanting and I knew it was the boost of confidence he needed.

He quickly fall into the pipe, gaining more air than the previous ride as he did a method. My jaw was dropped as he performed back to back 1080’s, going into a Frontside 360 in order to end with a double cork 1080. It was obvious he won as his arms shot into the air and he quickly undid his bindings, throwing his board.

The crowd quickly rushed towards where Ethan was patiently waiting for his score, but rather than following I head towards the top of the mountain in order to prepare for my first scored run.

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So much was running through my mind as I tightened the bindings on my board. Something felt off, and I knew this wasn’t going to be a good run. Without a second of hesitation though, I began my decent towards the pipe. The moment flew by as I did a simple Alley-oop to lead into a McTwist, but as I came down my heart dropped in realization that I was too far from the lip of the pipe.

I shifted around in panic before throwing my arms around my head and face in hopes of preventing damage, and when I hit the hard ramp the wind was knocked out of me. The crowd was silent as I laid there trying to catch my breath, “Y/n!” Ethan’s voice ran through my head as I slowly began to push my body up to look at him, “Holy shit are you okay?”

His eyes were wide as I slid my goggles off and brushed the snow off my body, “Yeah.”

“Miss do you need medical attention?” I thought about it for a second before shaking my head no. There were no signs of a concussion and blood was not present, so I was good to go.

“You should get your head checked,” Ethan encouraged. A look of worry crossed his face as he slowly helped me to my feet, “Just to make sure.”

“I’m fine Ethan,” I sigh and shake my body a bit to try to rid myself of the shaking, “I need to finish my runs.”

As I try to slide down the flat bottom in order to make way for the next competitor, but Ethan grabbed my arm to keep my in place. “Please get checked. If not for you then for me?”

“You worried about me Dolan?” I raise an eyebrow at the brown eyed boy. It was obvious he was at a loss for words as his jaw clenched, “I’ll go after I win.” With that I pull my arm away and slide away from the boy.

Confusion washed over me as I sat at the top waiting for my next run to begin. Everyone’s eyes were on me, waiting for something bad to happen after my fall but I did my best to ignore their looks. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize Ethan was once again standing in front of me with a determined look on his face.

“What are you-” I couldn’t even react when the boys lips smashed against mine. Where the hell did this come from? We just met yesterday, and now he’s kissing me. His lips were soft and applying just the right pressure as his hand softly cupped my cheek to keep me in place.

When he pulled away I was at a loss for words, “Go kick some ass. We’ll talk after.” My name was called once again, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from the brunette boy in front of me, “Go y/n.” He chuckled, shaking his head before walking back towards the stands to watch.

I took a deep breath as I wait for the judges to signal that they were ready. Everyone’s eyes were on me to see how I would recover from that fall, and I had just the ride idea up my sleeve. My goggles were pulled down and bandana was covering my face as I began my decent towards the halfpipe.

As I caught air I quickly shifted into a Method before reaching the lip to drop into the pipe once again. From there I proceeded to perform a 1080, followed by a Cab 1080 and when I landed clean, I knew this run was mine. I finished with a Frontside 900 and a McTwist before heading for the end with a giddy smile on my face.

Screams were the only thing audible as I undid my bindings, and in that moment I knew I won gold.

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The lounge was empty as I sat sipping my warm hot chocolate. I hadn’t seen Ethan around since the kiss, and I was wondering if it was just a heat of the moment thing. Maybe he was embarrassed about it now. A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back, but I was startled when someone took a seat next to me.

“You did great out there!” A goofy smile was on the boy’s face as he stared me down. What was I supposed to say to him now? “I know you probably feel weird, but it kind of just happened. If you don’t want me to be around you now that’s completely fine, but I’d like to get to know you more.”

Your eyes scanned over him as you sat in silence thinking about his words. Ethan was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants along with a random black t-shit causing his hair to seem darker than usual. He was damn attractive, and it would be a pity to let this moment disappear. “How about we get a late night snack and talk?”

“That would be great actually,” He slowly pushed his tall frame to a standing position before reaching down to help me up as well. I may have just met the boy, but with how similar our interests are, something great could come out of this.

For some reason I got really into the Love Interests backstory, but I hope you enjoyed it! Thinking about writing a part two.

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fragglestickcar101 · 7 years ago

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Vegas Golden Knights are the New Mighty Ducks

Sports fans rejoice, for there is something miraculous occurring in the National Hockey League that will make you believe in miracles all over again. It’s just too bad that this miracle is occurring in the NHL or else it’d be all over every sports news channel and people would actually be paying attention to it. The Vegas Golden Knights, an expansion team playing in their first year, is currently second in the entire league in points, right behind the young and talented preseason favorite Tampa Bay Lightning. Lets put this into a perspective that an average sports fan can understand. This Golden Knights team is the real life, grown up reincarnation of the Mighty Ducks….Emilio and all.

There are so many reasons this team should be a giant steaming pile of dukey but are instead duel slapping every NHL squad and then blasting a bullet through their dense skulls. This team was built not only from a few draft picks and several signed free agents, but from the expansion draft where every team in the league had to give an unprotected player from their team to the Knights. Besides two flamed out big names like Marc-Andre Fleury and James Neal, the Knights were given middle of the pack players with no star power to their names whatsoever. And to add insult to injury, they were sent to a city that hadn’t had a “professional” sports team since the Las Vegas Outlaws of the godforsakenly dreadful XFL in 2001 played at shithole Sam Boyd Stadium. A city consumed by homelessness, illegal betting that gets people killed and where the saying “tits in your face, this is the place” is the unofficial town motto.

It is a town where the integrity of every sport is compromised by greed, like boxing and UFC. The only connection between hockey and those two fighting sports are the massive amounts of traumatic head injuries participants of their respective sport endure. Lets also not forget that the second the Oakland Raiders found out they were moving there in 3 years they went from Super Bowl contenders to a bunch of West Coast pansies who wouldn’t even be allowed to sniff Tom Brady’s jock strap for good luck. If anything though the Raiders terrible fans might fit in with the class of people in Vegas.

And don’t even think that they have any type of fan support in Sin City. An average NHL fan is usually Canadian/ Northern American/ fanatical by nature/ pale as hell. How the hell are they gonna survive in a city located in the desert where the average “sports fan” sits in a cube inside a casino all day betting on the games for their own benefit. Most likely the people coming to a Golden Knights game are a bunch of shit-hammered goons celebrating their friends bachelor/bachelorette party or some slimy mobster or bookie looking to get a pro-athlete on their payroll.

And the fact that they are an expansion team, based on historical facts, means they should suck major ass for at least 3 to 4 years. Look at the records of the Carolina Panthers, Jacksonville Jaguars and even the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in the first couple years of their franchise after their expansion into the league. What did the Golden Knights say to all this:

They could care less if they were coming to a sleazy ass town with zero fan support. They go out night after night, take on teams that have been around for more then a century with players who have practiced and played with each other for several seasons, whoop their asses and then party afterwards at high end strip joints until the sun rises over the carcass filled vast desert. Oddsmakers had the Knights anywhere from 100-1 to 300-1 odds to win the Stanley Cup this year. They now sit at around 8-1 odds and aren’t slowing down for anyone. Oh yeah, those two guys who were given away to the Knights like leftover pizza to the birds, James Neal and Marc-Andre Fleury…they both made the All-Star team.

It’s almost as if the Browns went from this 2017 0-16 season and went on to end the 2018 season right behind the Patriots record wise…….if you can even fathom the insanity of that possibility.

Somewhere, far away from the black hole that is Las Vegas, there is a snowy, blue collar, small town bar where heroes Charlie Conway, Adam Banks, Fulton Read, Lester Averman, Coach Emilio and the rest of the legendary Mighty Ducks squad are raising their chalices to this resilient Vegas Golden Knights squad.

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sylvaniaschoolofmagic · 7 years ago

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The Pickup Game

[Now that its wintertime, Sonic doesn’t have flying lessons anymore. He still wants to fly, though...]

If there was one thing Sonic couldn’t get enough of at Sylvania, it was Quidditch. He watched every match with gusto, even ones where Gryffindor wasn’t playing, just eager to see the high-flying, fast-paced action. Sometimes, when he was in the Gryffindor common room and avoiding his homework, he would look out the window to see the Quidditch pitch in the distance, and he would watch the Gryffindor team practice and run drills. By the end of the first semester, the hedgehog had a minor obsession with the sport. It wasn’t exactly hard to blame him; he loved the speed and the high stakes, and flying was about the only form of magic he had showed any sort of natural talent in. He would love to play, even casually, if he were given the chance.

But alas, flying lessons ended after the first semester, and the school’s brooms were all kept under tight lock and key. For an individual student to use one, they had to have a legitimate reason to need it, and they had to get a permission slip signed. Apparently some pranksters in the past had abused their broom privileges, so nowadays they were harder to get your hands on as a result. Too hard for Sonic’s tastes. He didn’t think that ‘practice and fun’ qualified as legitimate reasons to need a broom, so he was sort of out of luck in that department. And even if he had the money to spend on his own broom, first years weren’t allowed to have their own brooms on campus, which was just seven different layers of bogus.

So, to sate his Quidditch itch, he watched a lot of the house team practices from afar. It was cold out, but the snow had mostly melted, so he could be outside at night without it being unbearable. He had a tree picked out on the campus grounds that provided a good view of the pitch, without being close enough that he would get caught and be accused of spying (he wasn’t, but if the Gryffindor team captain ever wanted to know what plays the Slytherins practiced, he probably could’ve told them). It wasn’t his favorite tree, definitely not the comfiest in the world, but it was one of the best seats in the house. It was also high up enough that it was hard for other, less nimble students to reach, so Sonic never had to be concerned about someone finding him and intruding on his space.

At least, until Rouge found him and flew right up to the branch he was perched on without a problem.

Sonic was sent into a wild scramble, clinging to the thick branch as Rouge landed noiselessly next to him. She sat down daintily, legs crossed and her hands resting on the branch to help her balance. Sonic, next to her, was lying on his stomach, arms and legs wrapped around the branch in a deathgrip.

“Rouge! Don’t just sneak up on a guy like that!” the hedgehog hissed, his too-big quills puffed up from surprise, making the rest of him just look even smaller.

“Sorry, I’ll knock next time I see you brooding in a tree,” she hummed, seemingly not caring that much that she spooked him. Sonic had realized that she could be fairly sneaky when she wanted to, so it was possible that she was used to this.

“Brooding? Who do I look like, Shadow?” Sonic scoffed. “Nah. I’m watchin’ the Ravenclaw team practice.” He pushed himself back up so he had a better view, now straddling the tree branch instead of hugging it with his whole body.

“... You’re a Gryffindor though. You that desperate for something to do, or…?”

“Nope. Just like Quidditch,” the hedgehog shrugged.

Rouge hummed again, and crossed her legs the other way, seemingly in thought. She followed his gaze, looking out at the Quidditch pitch. It was a nice sight, the long shadows from the just-starting-to-set sun falling across the pitch and all the players. They were all flying in formation, passing the quaffle back and forth between them at random intervals.

“It’s a great sport,” she said after a few moments of deliberation, and Sonic could just hear the smile in her voice. “You thinking of trying out next year?”

The hedgehog sighed, his quills deflating. “I’d love to, but… I don’t think I’d do all that great. I’ve never played, and I know a bunch of the wizard-born kids here grew up playing and watching it. I mean, I’ll still probably try out anyway, but... “

“Your hopes aren’t too high,” Rouge finished for him.

“Pretty much.”

“Hmm… How good are you at flying?” She turned her head to look at him, and Sonic glanced back at her, trying to keep one eye on her and one on the Quidditch pitch.

“Flying’s the one thing I can do without screwing it up. I’m one of the best in my class.”

“Ooh, very nice.” She looked down below them, checking to make sure no one else was approaching the tree before she spoke again. “You should come to the Quidditch pitch tomorrow night, around one in the morning. Join our pickup game.”

Sonic nodded before his brain could even fully process the statement. He had a bad habit of just agreeing, especially when he heard the word “Quidditch,” so when Rouge started talking again he had to play mental catch-up.

“--just me and a couple other kids, we generally try and keep them small since we have to sneak out at night for it. But that shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?” Rouge asked, and her pause while waiting for an answer let Sonic grab on to what she was talking about.

“... Pick-up game? So we all just play for fun? But what about getting the brooms and the balls and stuff?”

Rouge winked then, her wings stretching out as she got ready to go back down to the ground. “You let us worry about that. You just show up, Mr. Future Quidditch Star.” She slid off the tree branch and landed softly on the grass below. “Be there or be square!”

“Is that still a thing people say?” Sonic called down to her.

“Shut up! I’ll see you tomorrow!” she yelled back, giving a short wave as she walked away, winter cloak billowing behind her as she headed back up towards the castle.

Sonic waved, even though she was turned away from him. Well, now he had something to do tomorrow night, even if it was at an insanely late hour, at least for him. He was eleven. He could count the number of times he’d stayed up til midnight (excluding New Years) on one hand. But… Quidditch. And he had a lot of homework to do, with plenty of transfiguration to practice and inevitably fail at. But… Quidditch.

Okay, he’d go to check it out. And maybe to ride a broom around for a little bit, to get a feel for it again. Maybe throw the quaffle back and forth with someone just for a minute… Potentially try his hand at seeking…. Okay, maybe not seeking because this was going to be late at night, but he could definitely try beating. Just for a bit though! He needed to sleep! He’d just play a little bit, and then go to sleep.

…

Alright so long story short, he played Quidditch all night and went to class completely dead on his feet the next morning. He’d had almost no trouble sneaking out, running before anyone could even see him, and he had made his way to the Quidditch pitch with no trouble. There he found Rouge, who greeted him, Scout, who was in the process of breaking into the Quidditch shed, and a couple other kids who he’d seen around but didn’t really know. Once the brooms and balls were retrieved (Sonic asked Scout how she broke into the highly secured Quidditch shed, and she responded, “I’m a magic ninja, of course I can break into a shed”), they all split up into teams and started flying. They all had Lumos charms on while they flew, so they could make out where they all were, and one of the older students managed to put a spell on the balls so they glowed too. Sonic was the seeker on Rouge’s team, and maybe it was because the snitch was faintly glowing, but he did a pretty good job at finding it, he thought. He didn’t manage to catch it in time, but he saw it before the other team’s seeker, which still made him feel pretty good. The cold air dragged on his broom a bit more than he was used to, and the other seeker was a fourth year with more practice than him.

The game only lasted about a half hour, so after they finished, they hung around on their brooms and tossed the quaffle back and forth. They were close enough together that they could all talk, and most of them seemed to know each other, so conversation about the house Quidditch teams eventually started. Sonic, tired and surrounded by kids he didn’t know too well, listened more than participated in the conversation at first. He commented whenever Scout and Rouge talked, nodding along and building off their ideas. After a bit, he picked up the names of the other kids-- most of which he couldn’t remember by the next morning, but he could ask Rouge later-- and started opening up a little more. He was the only first year muggleborn there, so he wound up having plenty of Quidditch questions, mostly about obscure rules, different plays and maneuvers, and professional teams. There was a lot he had learned just from watching other people play, but apparently there was a lot more to the sport that he hadn’t gotten yet.

“Do you know how many weird rules are in Quidditch? Too many,” he mumbled to Knuckles at breakfast the next morning, as he poured milk into his glass and orange juice into his bowl of cereal. “There’s a rule against releasing 100 vampire bats from your robe. Specifically 100. I can’t even begin to describe how stupid that is.”

“You don’t have to describe it. That sounds pretty stupid,” Knuckles said in that blunt Knuckles way of his. “You know, there’s also a school rule about sleeping in class. How do you plan on--” He gave Sonic a gentle slap to get him to open his eyes and lift up his head, which had started to droop-- “How do you plan on staying awake?”

“Grit. Determination. Coffee.” The hedgehog reached across the table to the pot of coffee, usually only touched by the sixth and seventh years, and poured a hefty portion into his already-almost-full glass of milk. Knuckles shook his head, got up, and left the table. It was too early for this nonsense.

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