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honeygrahambitch · 2 months

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"No witnesses then?" Will asked as he entered Jack's office with Hannibal closely behind him.

Jack looked defeated. The whiskey bottle on his desk was the proof. He was probably waiting to call it a day and drown his frustration into a glass of whiskey.

"There is a witness. We brought him in but by the time we will interrogate him, our serial killer will have committed three other crimes."

"May I ask why we are not interrogating him now?" Hannibal asked.

"We need a translator. He doesn't speak English. Took the Bureau a few hours only to find one and he can make it here in a few days."

"What does he speak then? There's a high chance Hannibal speaks it." Will commented.

"I don't speak every language on earth, darling."

"I don't speak Lithuanian."

"Lithuanian?" Jack inquired.

"Aren't you Lithuanian, doctor?" Will asked.

"I am but I haven't spoken it in years. I doubt I can be of any help."

"So be it, then."

"Doctor." Jack started. Will and Hannibal recognized Jack's persuasive voice and Will immediately regretted opening his mouth. There was no way out now. "It would be of great help if we got the physical features of our killer. I am only asking you to try. It's the only way I will be able to sleep at night."

Hannibal looked at Will, then at Jack.

Jack and Will watched Hannibal from behind the glass of the interrogation room.

Hannibal spoke fluently with only few hesitations. There was something else that Will couldn't point towards. He felt bad about making Hannibal help with the case. When he had said he couldn't speak Lithuanian, Will knew he wasn't being modest about his skills. He had said that just because he hadn't wanted to speak Lithuanian.

Will detected some sort of awkwardness from Hannibal in the first few minutes but he masked it well. The discussion went smoothly.

Jack was nodding pleased.

"And he was saying he can't do it." Jack commented, paying so much attention to what was happening in front of them that one could think he was understanding every word. "We might catch this one by tonight, Will."

"Hopefully."

And they did. A bit later than what Jack had expected but Hannibal's report had been of great use.

"You caught him." Will said as the doctor was pouring him a glass of wine.

"You and Jack did."

"We wouldn't have without your help. It made a difference."

Hannibal said nothing, which was unusual and which reminded Will of his earlier eerie feeling.

"I'm sorry about making you do it. I figured you weren't comfortable."

"You didn't make me do anything. You know how persuasive Jack can get."

"How was it?" He wasn't sure wether Hannibal would want to talk about it.

"Quite an experience, I'd say. Words I have not pronounced in years. I might have made a lot of mistakes. Good thing you and Jack couldn't tell."

"It was more than a skill issue. Words have their way of taking you to certain places. And his accent was extremely authentic."

Will smiled softly. "I am sure your Lithuanian skills are better than mine."

Hannibal brought his glass of wine to his lips and smelled it thoughtfully.

"It took you down the halls of your memory palace."

"And it opened some locked doors."

"Did you manage to close them back already?"

"Not yet. I might linger in there for a while."

Will grabbed his fork and played with the sushi roll that was resting on his plate.

"It's something he said before leaving the interrogation room. He asked me why I can speak Lithuanian. I told him that I am, in fact, Lithuanian. He was very surprised by that. He said I didn't sound Lithuanian at all." Hannibal explained and took a sip from his glass.

"You don't have to keep to yourself." He said, sensing the amount of thoughts running through Hannibal's mind. "What else bothers you?"

"How did that make you feel?" Will asked genuinely curious and was relieved to see Hannibal cracking a smile. He knew Will hated that question.

"For a second it made me question what I am. The place you are born in doesn't define that. Nor does your family, be it dead or alive."

"Then nature and nurture have no power on the individual?"

"I wouldn't choose either. I would have said that they both have a role in defining who we are."

"Implying that you no longer believe that?"

"I kept reflecting on this subject while I was cooking. I didn't come to a satisfying answer. Then you knocked."

"And?"

"And here I was going to say something inappropriate. I can't now that you made this confession."

"And I found all the answers I needed. I see myself in you. And that is more than what Lithuania will ever mean to me. And more than what nature and nurture can explain."

"What was it?"

"Today I learnt that listening to you speaking Lithuanian does certain things to me."

Hannibal put down his fork and knife, his lips slightly parted. He didn't try to hide his surprise.

"Well." He said thoughtfully. "I had made up my mind I would never use it again after today. But this changes everything."

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal fanfiction

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You're oblivious and Jinshi's an idiot | The Apothecary Diaries | Jinshi x reader

cw - gn but you're in the rear palace and maidservant is used a few times in reference to you and your job, brief mention of nail picking

You calmly sit beside the purple haired eunuch, feeling a little anxious at placing yourself in such a position. Sitting beside someone of higher rank is criminal, so nonchalantly taking up the same space as they are. Anxiously tapping your fingers against your thighs, hands resting politely in your lap and head turned down, you await his next words.

"You won't turn to me?" He seems slightly teasing, but you're too nervous to check.

Jinshi rests his elbow on top of the no doubt expensive wooden table, chin pillowed by his palm and keeping his head up. His second arm moves forward, hand lifting close to you. With careful movements, Jinshi's pointer finger brushes back a strand of loose hair, finger pad trailing down your jaw until it stops on your chin.

Still, you say nothing, body still and turned down. His pointer finger curls as it slides below your chin, pulling you to the side to look at him. An amused smile is on his lips - he was definitely teasing a moment ago - and a glimmer of affection softens his eyes. "You agreed to dinner, did you not?" He leans toward you ever so slightly, a barely imperceptible change.

"Yes, Master Jinshi," you reply obediently. Perhaps Maomao was busy with lady-in-waiting duties, you had originally thought, assuming that you were called in as a poison taster.

The lean toward you is much more apparent this time, Jinshi letting out a sigh just before doing it. He's a mere few inches from your shoulder, hand dropping from your face to grip the edge of your chair closest to him. "Then I don't understand why you seem so reserved. You're usually much more open and energetic with me."

Your lips part, about to reply with the first thought on your mind, before quickly closing your mouth. One, two, three seconds pass as you think of how to traverse the situation you've found yourself in.

"My apologies, sir,” you choose to reply, “I shouldn't have behaved so inappropriately before.” Each word is chosen with intention as you reply steadily. Is that why you've been called here? For your lax behavior around the rear palace manager?

Yes, you weren't great at maintaining a professional facade while with Jinshi. He could be childish and annoying, that's true, but more than anything you just enjoyed playing with his self-assured and flirtatious persona whenever possible. Light teasing tended to leave him speechless and you adored watching the gears turn in his brain. With certainty, you can say you’re the only maidservant to ever give back the same energy he put out.

Jinshi pulls back, staring at you with a frown as he sits properly in his seat. "That's not what you were going to say."

"No," you agree.

The frown turns to a more pronounced pout, bottom lip jutting out and eyes narrowing. He's acting childish again, something that usually makes you smile (knowing you’ve successfully pushed his buttons) but only serves to make you more nervous as you anxiously pinch the fabric of your attire between your fingers. It's a nervous habit you picked up after trying to stop yourself from picking at your fingernails, each of which is low and choppy even if you've been quite a few months free of the practice.

"What had you wanted to say?" He implores. It's cute, honestly - watching Jinshi stare at you so pleadingly as he tries to keep his voice steady. You glance around, wondering where Gaoshun has been this whole time.

"I want for nothing, Master," you reply uncharacteristically of yourself, the words sounding rehearsed even though you hadn't been expecting this exchange at all.

Join me for dinner, he'd ordered curtly. No other information, merely requesting your presence for the night before leaving. He'd seemed to be in a rush, slightly flustered as he disappeared - likely late for some work he was most assuredly pushing off at the time. You barely finished nodding before he fled the parlor you'd met him in.

"What if I ordered you to tell me?"

"Will you?"

Of course not, Jinshi wants to say, the thought manifesting as a solemn sigh as he looks away. His eyes focus on the large wooden doors ahead, hands tugging at the ends of his hair as he tries to understand where he went wrong. There was no bad blood between you two he had believed - no arguments or chastising or even the slightest criticism or critique.

“Do you even have to ask?" He ends up murmuring lowly. The purple haired man blinks slowly a few times before hearing you sigh to his right. Creaks fill the room as you undoubtedly reposition yourself on the chair he'd pulled over for you to sit in, the sound followed by you clearing your throat.

"What was it you had said? I'm normally more open with you? I was merely going to point out that I'm not normally sitting or standing so closely,” you decide to answer. "I'm never right beside you like this. Our current position only serves to remind me of my rank and where I stand in comparison. I have no right to be here; It's not right for me to be at the same side of the table as you. To be called here for business and then disrespect— "

"Business?" Jinshi cuts you off, eyebrows furrowing as he turns to you with a sincere frown. "Is that why you think I called you here?"

Nervousness shoots up your spine and crawls around your skin as you suddenly feel ruffled. Being made to look a fool isn't something you're unacquainted with being a maidservant, but for some reason, being doled out the same treatment by Jinshi specifically left you feeling embarrassed and flustered. You try to wrack your brain for not only a proper response, but a smart or witty one - yet nothing comes to mind. Without thinking, your fingers come together as you begin picking at the edges of your fingernails. Your sharp tongue has turned limp, feeling heavy in your mouth as you struggle to reply.

It seemed like all Jinshi could do now was frown, the slight flicker of his lips further down causing your breath to hitch. "I'm sorry. It seems I hadn't made my intentions clear," Jinshi pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling annoyed with himself more than anything.

Your sandbag tongue pushes your jaw down, mouth parting as you're about to tell him it's fine - even though you still aren't sure what's happening. Before you can, Jinshi continues: "How would you suggest I ask for someone's hand? I had thought my courting was obvious prior, but now I'm not so sure..."

Courting? In what world had the beautiful eunuch, heartthrob of the rear palace, been courting anyone let alone you? Dozens of admirers, even ones sworn to the emperor, had been clawing each other left and right for a sprinkle of his attention. You'd been able to cozy up to his side as a friend and useful asset inside the rear palace walls, but you never expressed the same adoration and devotion that other palace residents have.

At risk of sounding a little self-centered, you just need to clarify, "You don't mean my hand, surely..?"

Jinshi looks appalled, mouth agape and eyes wide. "Have I been that inconspicuous with my courting? I could've sworn the whole inner court could tell!" He lets out a groan, face falling onto the table in front of him. A loud bang sounds as his forehead lands on the wood harshly.

Have you been that obtuse? Combing through your mind, you recall each time you'd seen Jinshi while out and about, trying to discern if he'd honestly been too discreet or if you'd just managed to write it off. And... nothing comes to mind. Gaoshun had shown more interest in you than Jinshi had, the former always checking up on you and making sure you were alright. His presence held that of a father figure.

Speaking of, where had he run off to? It's rare for you to be completely alone with Jinshi, today marking the first of this occasion. And based on how this is turning out, likely the last as well.

Jinshi flops his head to the side, gazing up at you from the table. "Gaoshun said you took to the gifts I had him deliver," he says childishly, voice soft through his pursed lips as he pouts. "I tried not to express favoritism, as I know you don't enjoy attention from the other maidservants and court ladies and their needless prying, so I had him drop off small snacks in my stead."

A glimmer shines in your eyes as it finally clicks together. Gaoshun had always been so discreet passing you small snacks every few days. You honestly hadn't thought too much of it outside of thanking him gently, having assumed the older man merely feared for your health on hotter days. It's likely he mentioned at some point that they're from Jinshi and you had simply missed it. Or maybe you were expected to just know..?

Jinshi grumbles, a low hum sounding more like a whine than a groan, before he sits upright in his chair once again. "So, do you not like me?" He asks timidly.

"No," you reply easily. His face falls at this, causing you to backtrack. "I-I mean no I do not not like you. I'm- I'm saying I like you!.. I mean, we're friends, right?"

He pouts childishly, turning away from you with a hmph! "You know that's not what I mean!" The purple haired man's arms are crossed and nose stuck up, body language as dramatic as can be.

Of course you know what he means, yet you can't help but feel unsure anyway. There's no way the Jinshi likes you - a simple laundry attendant who picks on him sometimes. Many girls throw themselves at his feet, so why would he settle for you?

"I think I'm just a little confused," you carefully pick your words. Besides, he's your employer; Is it wise for you to encourage his delusions? There's no way the two of you could have an actual relationship. "You seem to be implying you like me, and I'm unsure if that's your intention." Once more, you shift anxiously in your seat.

The eunuch groans loudly, clearly frustrated with your incessant dismissal of his feelings. "That is my intention, yes. You're welcome to say you don't feel the same, if that's how you feel. However, I'd still like the chance to court you and try and change your mind, if you're comfortable with it."

Flustered and overwhelmed, you shake your head. "Is this appropriate? Can someone in your position court a person so drastically beneath them? What if I fall out of line, wouldn't you still have to correct me?"

A smile tugs at Jinshi's lips for a mere moment before he turns away. "I'm not courting you as the manager of the rear palace. I'd like to court you as a friend, someone you've spent time with absent of titles. I'm not your immediate superior, anyway - those directly above you can issue orders as they see fit, though you've never been the type to step out of line. And, we both know you have only a few months left on your contract. I'm hoping to pin you down before you leave the palace and another man gets to you first."

Now it's your turn to pout, your own lips pursed and eyes narrow as you stare at him. "You enjoy making things difficult," you start. “I can't believe you're doing all this to me. On top of that, you of all people know I do enjoy testing these metaphorical lines,” the last sentence punctuated with a huff.

It's true; that's how Jinshi grew to enjoy your presence. During his time knowing you, you had never been afraid to give back the same energy you received, playing along with Jinshi regardless of positions. However, you've always had a keen sense for what is or isn't allowed around whom - knowing to act like the perfect maidservant around the eunuchs directly responsible for your field of servitude, but understanding even without much prior knowledge that Jinshi is the type to let you get away with a little more.

"Then let's test this one. Let's see if we can push the 'metaphorical line' of our relationship, from professional to romantic," Jinshi's eyes glimmer with hope, a confident grin on his face at what he deemed a perfect segue.

After an annoyed grumble full of incoherent words under your breath, you turn to him with an exasperated sigh. "Fine. I'll allow you to court me - or continue to, rather - during these few months. And once I've fulfilled my contract and am able to return home, we can discuss the idea of potentially changing the status of our relationship."

As you spoke, Jinshi couldn't stop himself from bouncing ever so slightly up and down on his seat, excited beyond all measure. His hand reaches out to you and you flinch, pulling back before he can.

"And only then, Master Jinshi," you add.

He can't even find it in him to be sad, too excited that you've promised him a chance. “Yes, perfect, it’s a deal. Easiest deal I've made in my life. Could I get it in writing?" He begins to ramble on, allowing you to zone out and watch for a moment.

In an attempt to shut him up, you hold out your hand and place it over his mouth. Jinshi has never portrayed himself as someone who detests his own voice, but this was more than you'd ever heard from the man. With a gentle grip, he peels your hand from his mouth via your wrist, holding it tenderly for a moment before placing the tiniest kiss to the skin. Feeling flushed and mind short circuiting, you find yourself frozen in your seat once again. Did he just..?

The large wooden doors suddenly open, Gaoshun finally appearing. He's standing behind Suiren, the two both holding trays containing food. You can barely think, lips parting as you try to come up with a response. Right, you need to—

With Jinshi's hold on your hand, you can't quite hide your face with your sleeves as is custom, instead forced to sit awkwardly with your head bowed as he holds your palm near his face. Does this man know no shame? Your one sleeve is nervously covering the bottom half of your face, hoping for a shred of decency, while Jinshi casually chats with the two as though nothing had happened, is happening. Of course, Suiren and Gaoshun know better than to ask why.

Without a word from you, the two slip out of the office once again, leaving you alone with Jinshi. Your head finally lifts up, noticing the dish in front of the two of you as Jinshi gently drops your hand.

"Like it? Gaoshun had mentioned you'd been particularly happy when he dropped this off to you. I figured that must make it your favorite."

And he's right. You stare down at your favorite meal; The last time you'd gotten a taste was when Gaoshun had secretly passed you a few bites what was now a few weeks ago.

With a small smile, you turn to look at Jinshi. "It is. Thank you."

#the apothecary diaries #kusuriya no hitorigoto #apothecary diaries #the apothecary diaries x reader #apothecary diaries x reader #jinshi #jinshi apothecary diaries #jinshi x reader #nearly 2600 words 💀#this jinshi obsession is not going away any time soon

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 year

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Okay every time I read one of your celtophobia posts I am filled with immediate and incandescent rage, enough to propulse the responsible idiots into space but not to bring them back again. I'm really sorry about the """""lecturer"""""" you had to sit through this morning, and any other instances that happen. Hugs.

That said, I am very worried of doing the same thing and want to make my utmost sure I don't, so I thought it'd be okay to ask someone from a language that has to fight for space for politeness tricks. Apologies if this is not okay!

Context: I'm from continental Europe, which means English is my second language (I speak three languages and a half ish, the half is in process, because #languagenerd). I'm moving to Ireland come September, and I'm absolutely terrified of offending the good Irish people when I don't know how to pronounce their names, surnames, street names, or anything else; or, worse, try and end up butchering them in the manner of the British.

Dilemma: How can I ask for help when pronouncing things in a delicate way? I was thinking of signing up to Irish courses once I'm there, but for now I'm panicking about the actual move so I can't get a head start with that because my brain space is limited, and other than watching YouTube videos with the most common Irish names/words ahead of arriving, I honestly don't know. I want to be culturally sensitive and make sure they feel respected and not Colonised, Part Three Hundred, but also they shouldn't have to bear the weight of my lack of cultural knowledge and Teach Me? Idk. Just thoughts.

Good question! I suppose it's a two-part procedure:

Step 1: Learn a pronunciation guide. By that I just mean get to grips with the alphabet, common phonemes, etc and how those are said. With something like Welsh it's super easy (because phonetic), something like English it's super hard (because not phonetic); Irish is a bit more complex than Welsh, but still more phonetic than English. You might not be able to get to a "perfect every time" place, but you can get yourself to a "right most times" place.

Step 2: If you encounter a name you aren't 100% sure of, offer your best educated guess when asking. This shows that you have done the work, you are making a genuine attempt, but you still have the humility to ask to make sure.

When I say "best educated guess", I mean it's clear that you're guessing based on a working knowledge of the language rules in question. In Welsh, for example, if someone asks me how to pronounce "Cymru", there is a world of difference between someone saying "Sim-roo" (based on English pronunciation rules transposed onto Welsh) and "Kim-ree" (based on Welsh pronunciation rules, they just forgot which pronunciation of 'y' to use for the syllable it's in.) If someone says to me "How do you say that? Sim-roo?" then I know they haven't attempted any prior learning (though points for being interested enough to ask.) But if they say "Am I right in thinking it's Kim-ree?" then I know they've made the effort themselves, they've done the work, they just have a carry error that's skewed the answer.

Plus, you may well be right! And will be right more and more often the longer you're in Ireland.

If it helps, there's an Irish pronunciation guide here that's pretty good (or was back when I used it), and teanglann.ie is a pretty good resource for this, as it's a dictionary that lets you hear the words aloud and explains grammatical uses. (Irish people please feel free to add any other resources to the notes if you feel so inclined!)

As a final note, mind, given that you don't have time atm to dedicate brain space to this, speaking as a Welsh person I would be absolutely fine with someone saying to me "Sorry, I haven't had chance to learn yet, how do I say this?", or some variant thereof. Or, frankly, anything that's just... a polite request, and not laughing about it. I would take a thousand instances of "How do I say that? Sim-roo?" over even one "I don't know how to say that, haha" because the former is still caring enough to ask. So don't panic! A polite request will see you right.

#asks #wales!#closed for cleaning on mondays #linguistics

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drea-ms · 8 months

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UNSPOKEN WORDS AND THEIR LETTERS (i love you.)

げとうすぐる. Communication wasn't the best thing for you, but for the ones you love and cared for? You'd write and talk about for hours, maybe years

warnings. ANGST!!! erm suicide mentions. plot twist 😨. haibara isnt dead. shitty communication skills between sugu n yn. long. not proofread. inspired by somethin stupid by frank sinatra. grammar mistakes. a lot of stuff goes down. it will probably will next chapter too..... dunno what to add here.... also if you want listen to somethin stupid by frank sinatra!!!

back. masterlist. next.

You left him a voicemail that day, Words slurred, sore throat, the worst he's ever heard from you. Geto Suguru hates how too late it was for him and you.

Maybe this was the gods way of giving him karma.

He turns in his phone, goes to his voice mailbox.

"You have one message. To listen to this message press one. To delete this message press tw—"

"Um—Hey. I-I know now's not the best time to call you, you're probably busy and still mad at me. I don't understand why though. Why are you mad at me? Why is it that you have to find a way to blame me to make yourself feel better?" you paused, swallowing the pain that lies within your throat, he hates how he knows what you're feeling right now.

You sniffed and coughed before continuing, "Um—I'm sorry, for everything really. Now that I look back at everything, it was stupid of us to argue, I guess some people realize stuff really late, I really hope you listen to this message Sugu." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why is he feeling tears coming from his eyes, why does that nickname harm him a lot? Why do you have this effect on him?

You laugh with tears falling from your eyes, and Suguru wishes he was there to wipe them away. "Even if you don't, even if you don't ever see this message, I'm just glad I recorded it" you smiled, has the sunset ever looked as beautiful as it did right now? Do you think Suguru is watching the same sunset as you? You continue, "Hey, You remember when Satoru, dragged us out in the rain? we got all wet and later got sick. I think we were in our second year. Shoko got mad at us after and had to take care of us, Do you—" you choke up on your words before steadily repeat yourself, "Do you think, that whenever I look tired one day, will you drag me out to jump in the rain again?" The voicemail finished. The automatic voice came up,

"To hear this message again, press three, to save it press four, to delet—" he presses four, now crying his eyes out in the middle of his room. Geto Suguru truly was an idiot. It was finally night time.

When the news of the beloved [lastname] [firstname] was pronounced dead was a shock to everyone. What truly was more shocking was the fact that she left letters to everyone, one each, two to Geto Suguru. Each letter contained the same thing, to have fun, to not blame themselves and to live their best life. Why was his so different than the others? Why did he get two instead of one?

He knows the reason why, he just want to hear it from you.

The first letter read;

My dearest, Suguru,

I'm not good with writing my own feelings down, so writing this is already hard as it is. But, when you do get this letter, it means that something happened to me, or maybe I just never gave it to you and hid it or threw it away. Only time will tell.

Anyways, back to the reason I'm writing this letter. I don't think I've had enough time to tell you about my feelings. In the short time I have met you, I think I've fallen in love with you. Not in a just a crush type of way, in a way were if one were to ask me to write something about you they would get paragraph after paragraph of how I feel about you. Did you know that I would sketch you whenever I'm bored? I would draw you and somehow put you in any of my paintings, you remind me of so many things, yet i couldn't find the perfect time to finish painting you.

I think I've always loved you, I'm not sure when those feelings started, but, I knew from the way i tried to make myself more likeable to you. I would always practice every to find some clever lines to make the meaning come true, though i would always mess it up. I wanted to know whether you liked me too. And I think on that night, the one where we snuck out and headed to the bridge was the right time, your cologne (the one that smelt like mint & citrus and your cigarette smell) filled my head, I thought the stars went red and the night turned bluer than usable. I was confident to tell you my feelings, but I thought I would spoil the moment by saying something stupid like "I love you."

maybe we our communication skills aren't the best,

maybe we'll find each other in another life.

I love you.

[nickname]

I love you.

she loves me.

she loved me.

Geto suguru remembers that night, the almost confession and how you looked. He thought you looked wonderful, a painting yet to be painted due to the amount time and work it would've taken. He also remembered that there was music playing, you've always like oldies, something about them maybe you like them. Maybe you're right, maybe the lack in communication skills was bad for the both of you.

So Suguru, ever so the stoic one, breaks in your room, with the extra key you gave him and sleeps in your bed for the first time in days.

"How long do you intend on hiding her, Yu?"A blonde, tall guy asked, "I, I don't know what you're taking about Kento-kun. Hiding who?"the shorter male asked, nervously looking anywhere but the blonde, Haibara Yu knew if word were to come out about you, he would be in trouble. "[Name]'s not dead is she? What—" he gets pulled into a empty classroom with the brunette, "Keep quiet, Kento. If word comes out and finds out to the higher ups that the child they been so afraid of is isn't dead, then everybody's gone." he said, whisper yelling at Kento. The blonde, surprised that his senior (the only one he respected really) was still alive, and the only person who was keeping her safe in hiding was the ever so sweet Haibara Yu. Now that Kento thinks about it, Yu is right, If word does come out and your alive and Yu has been hiding you, the higher up will have no chance but to execute the two of you.

"Who else knows of this?" is the only thing that comes out the blondes mouth, worried about who might know,

"Right now? Me and You. Just don't say anything and keeping pretending she's dead, it's better that way." the brunette says, the serious tone in his voice never fading.

The shorter haired boy walked away from the blonde, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Nanami Kento wasn't an idiot, he found the situation a bit werid, he kinda knew about you (you told him minor details.) and he knew who reckless you were, so you doing this was off. He exits the room, heading to his own.

"Do you know how many times I almost slipped the secret??? wayyy to many to count!" Yu says, pouting on his side of the phone call, it was midnight and everyone else was sleeping so he was trying to keep quiet.

"You know Yu, you really didn't have to do all of this." a female voice say, her voice deep and soft, smiling on her side of the call, sure she was in Seoul currently, but the time difference was the same, she knew how much the students needed sleep, she, herself was one too. "I feel greatful that you're helping me, Thank you."she said, looking out at the balcony, the night sky was shining brighter than before,

"It's no problem, [nickname]." he said, looking out by the window, a smile on his face, "You know, He's been acting werid since—" "I know, I think he read the letter, I don't know about the number, haven't gotten a call from him, maybe he didn't read it.""Maybe." he mumbled, a nervous smile on his face,

"Anyways, I have to go Yu. I'll talk to you when I can," you said, hanging up after saying your goodbyes.

Maybe, this was what you needed, Maybe not. Who cares. At least your dead.

VAL SPEAKS ?!!?? dawg this was supposed to be ready by last week and my tumblr was kicking me in the ASSSSS bro i couldn't move shit n all, but!!!! i finished it, and i'm almost done with the series!!!! can't wait to finish this and do midterms.... sorry it looks shit,,, was on a rush to finish this....

TAGS — @sad-darksoul

tags are open!!!

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happyk44 · 2 months

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Jason: WHERE IS CORAL?! I NEED TO BLOW OFF SOME STEAM!

Hazel untucked her scarf from around her neck. Her shoulders stayed warm while her neck and lower jaw cooled in the low warmth of the shop inside. She settled down across from Jason. He was still picking at the inside of his palms. His eyes didn't meet hers. Instead they were drawn from person to person, both in and outside the store.

She could see the mental calculations he was making, the little judgments he was giving them all. There were a handful of signs strewn across the walls. Did he study them? Or was it something more innate, like when they would crossed state lines and he made Dakota throw out his bag of weed because it was suddenly illegal?

Normally he didn't care. Things like that, little tiny stupid things, didn't matter to him, even if social and legal laws declared otherwise. But the more it piled on, the strain, the weight of it - like Atlas and the world. He'd get jumpy about correctness. Twitchier than normal. Make them stand at a crosswalk until the light turned green even if no cars were coming. Fisted his hands so tight she was sure he'd cut off circulation just because someone missed the trashcan and didn't double back to try again.

It would shift to other things. His tics became more pronounced, he'd get snappier, would meet people's eyes less and less and less. And, like now, would start to tear at his own skin - unwilling to hurt others over things so minor it left no choice but to hurt himself.

She took out the brand new gloves she just got from the little store across the street. When she took his hands, he didn't react. Still passing his gaze from person to person. Idle judgements over whatever miniscule law they were breaking - whether legal, social, or his own little rules. She wiped down his bloody palms and slipped the gloves on quickly. Maybe not the best idea to stick fuzzy fabric over an open wound but better than it become a gaping hole rather than a shallow picked grave.

"Jason." He twitched, but his eyes stayed locked on a little girl loudly scraping her knife against her plate. His fingers jumped in tandem with each scrape. "Jason."

He dragged his focus to her face, then down to the table, to their held hands. His fingers curled around hers. No meeting her eyes. Impossible. He was too predatory for that right now. Just barely hanging onto the bits and pieces of himself that knew better than to bite every person who so much as breathed in a way he didn't agree with.

She ran her thumbs soothingly over the back of his hands. "Hold your breath for a bit."

A subtle breeze tugged at the nape of her neck. It twisted into the baby hairs along her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps down to her collarbone. The little kid at the table next of them yanked their jacket in closer.

Slowly, the breeze stilled as his chest stopped moving. She gave his hand a couple more gentle strokes before releasing him and grabbing her now cooled coffee. It was milkier than it had been when she left. Taking a sip revealed it was sweeter too. Jason's teeth grit so hard, the veins along his throat popped.

She rolled her eyes. "I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking it," he grumbled.

"You don't know my thoughts."

He huffed. His shoulders rolled back, lifting up to his ears. Not that it was hard given how much he was hunching forward, pulling in and in and in. A wolf protecting his belly.

The gruff of his voice curdled thick as it hit the air. "Guess in the dark."

She sipped at her coffee. "My dad drinks it black. And with, like, a million coffee grounds." Jason's eye twitched. "Apparently he hates sleep. Or just Somnus, I haven't figured it out yet."

Jason's shoulders rolled even higher. A shallow exhale fell a hushed stream of "Steady drip, three seconds, two sugars, stir twice." He tilted his head back and stared at the cieling. "Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink."

She threw a sugar packet at him and he went silent. It took him a few seconds before he lowered his head back to a normal rest position. His jawline was shaky. No eye contact - just point blank range at the table, like he was afraid if he blinked his self-control and composure would shatter.

Jason had a far greater willpower than he gave himself credit for at moments like these. He'd always turn on himself before he turned on innocent strangers for the small things they did wrong.

"She's gonna be here soon," Hazel offered. She clacked her nails against the side of her cup. "We could howl?"

"I'm not howling in here." Fast. Monotone.

There were benefits to growing up under heavy scrutiny - black, girl, cursed. All the possible judgements of strangers mattered naught to her. People expected the worst and sometimes got weird but not harmful. Like when she'd wander into shops with Frank draped across her shoulders, talking their snack options aloud to him and waiting for him to shake a scaly head "yes" or "no" in response.

He couldn't always read very well with animal eyes.

Jason was different. His judgements were always positive. In a way, it seemed worse. Everyone always expecting the absolute best, never able to relax, always afraid of falling. At least when she came home from hearing whispers on the street, she could shake it off and unwind.

She wasn't entirely sure Jason had ever fully unwound in his life. Built tight and taut like a lone piece of cord holding everything down in hurricane. Everything rested on him not to destroy it all.

Time tacked on, quiet, stressed. Jason was catatonic. His breathing so shallow, the only reason she knew he was still alive was that he hadn't keeled over yet. Souls were still difficult for her. Living ones most especially. But she fought through the strain and kept a steady hand on his electric yellow soul fighting for sanity beneath his skin. The surface of it was muddled with anguish, distress, and rage. The rest was buried, too far for her to enter right now. Especially considering he was wound up tighter than a yo-yo.

Behind her the bell on the door rang for a third time. Jason's eyes snapped to attention. They tracked the person all the way to the table. Still he barely moved an inch as Coral came to sit next to Hazel.

She didn't address either of them. Just said, "Move" in that empty voice of hers and plonked down when Hazel did.

Jason twitched at Coral's blunt rudeness. But Hazel didn't take offense. Before she might've gotten annoyed, but now it was just Coral. She wasn't rude or cruel on purpose. She was just being herself.

"It's good to say please," Hazel said as she pulled her coffee over to her.

Coral blinked. "Oh. Right." She tilted her head at Hazel. "Do I have to say it now? You already moved."

"Nah." Hazel waved her off even as Jason twitched again. "Just remember for the future."

Coral nodded, once, a fluid bob of her head, like water sloshing back and forth. Jason's eyes were still stuck on her. Desperate electric blue under blonde lashes. A twist of lightning blipped across his cheek. Coral turned to face him. Both their faces were unreadable, but the tone between them was obvious - Coral, untethered, unbothered; Jason, a starved animal ready to eat.

Finally Jason exhaled, straightened up, and settled back. Regal, strong. No weakness. "Food?"

"She'll eat later," Hazel cut in. "You need to fight first." She held up one finger, tilted her head back and downed the rest of her coffee in one go. She coughed as her head dropped. "Ugh. Alright. Let's go."

Coral slid off the booth bench. Hazel slid after her. Jason reached for her hand before he stood up.

"Did he fix it again?" Coral asked as they walked to the door.

"No," Jason lied.

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Of course, he did. He's a nuisance."

"Coffee isn't-" Jason cut himself off and squeezed her hand instead. His gaze pointedly shifted away. His jaw tightened.

"It's fine," Hazel said.

As they waited at the crosswalk, Coral glanced back at them over her shoulder. "I saw an empty parking lot on my way here. It's behind a motel. We could kill each other there."

Her face was too neutral for such a statement. Hazel almost wanted to laugh.

Jason didn't answer so Hazel did for him. "Yeah." She swept her thumb over the back of his hand as his muscles tensed when a little kid ran through the crosswalk, the light still red. "Sounds good."

#seawavesglideacrossthesand #happy's asks #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #jason grace #hazel levesque #daughters of neptune

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reinekinthos · 10 months

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fine milkers — about sirius, obsessing over her moony's tits (pt.2) pt.1 here

lesbian wolfstar | hogwarts | getting together | it will definitely get explicit.

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“She's so beautiful Jamie, her hair smells like… apples. How can her hair smell like apples?”

Sirius might as well have hearts beating out of her eyes. Jamie lifts hers to the ceiling in a silent prayer for fortitude as her best friend keeps talking. “Her tits... they are so—“ big. Sirius doesn't finish her sentence. Instead, she makes a vague vulgar hand gesture around her chest, as if she is holding onto two Bludgers.

Jamie wrinkles her nose but can’t help but laugh. Remus' breasts are huge, and Sirius has wanted to get her mouth on them for a long time now. This is not new information.

Sirius wails.

“Don't laugh at me!” Sirius leans over the table, smacking the side of Jamie’s head. “How could you be so cruel to your best friend? Have some sympathy— I'm in love with a straight girl!”

Jamie outright cackles at this. “You daft pillock.”

Sirius is not a daft pillock, thank you very much. Jamie Potter's just a bitch.

“What about Moony makes you think “this is a heterosexual woman”? Are you blind?”

Sirius narrows her eyes into a disdainful stance. “What are you talking about?”

Jamie shrugs. “Moony is a lesbian. Everybody knows. Probably even McGonagall,” she pretends to think for a second. “Kreacher too.”

Sirius makes a face. “How would Krea—Moony is not into women. If she was, Binns would have looked for a Sirius Lupin when he called the roll earlier.”

“You are so embarrassing,” Jamie informs her. “It’s been years, just ask her if she wants to shag already.”

Sirius kicks her.

It is not just a physical thing. Sirius loves Remus. Loves her patience. Her maturity. Her unperturbed calm. Her unwitting eroticism. Her unearthly, lunar beauty. Her secret, hidden pain. She loves Remus. She wants Remus.

Sexually, obviously. But there's… a strong romantic component to that want, too. She wants to date her. To take her to Hogsmeade and hold her hand. To stargaze together. To blow her a kiss from the pitch after a successful Quidditch match. To cuddle her. To fall asleep in her arms.

It's not just about wanting to shove her up against a wall and get a hand inside her knickers.

“Okay, fine, ask for her hand in marriage already!”

When Jamie opens her mouth to add something, Sirius can only imagine it will be another lie, Binns scoffs from the other side of the room and Sirius doesn't have the strength to pretend to not be guilty.

The professor, with an irritated expression on his face, swings his arm to point in their direction and says, “what are you doing there in the last row, laughing?”

He pronounces the word “laughing” with the same tone someone else might use to say “torturing half—bloods” or “summoning evil spirits”.

Since Sirius can't be bothered to answer, it's Jamie who stands up to speak. “Well, Professor, it’s true that we were laughing. You should know that we were laughing because, in fact, we found the subject we were discussing amusing, but there was nothing life-threatening or legally actionable in our amusement, I assure you...”

Sirius can see three rows ahead Remus slapping herself in mortification.

James is still talking. “… Now, it’s clear to me as to anyone else that has been laughing loudly and uninterruptedly for the entire class period that this might suggest that we were being inattentive, or insolent, or even cheerfully moronic, but I myself find that a bit of drollery in this austere context does the heart good and therefore, necessarily, only deepens the joy of learning. As for the relationship between laughter and the Second Goblin Revolution…”

He doesn’t let Jamie complete her thought. Binns barks: “Cut it out, Potter!” and luckily the bell rings.

Remus waits for them leaning against the wall outside the class with her trademark expression of disapproval. It makes her look like a disappointed mum.

Sirius giggles at the thought. If Remus was a lesbian, they would be already married and Remus would be pregnant with their third child — Sir Padfoot III Lupin Black.

“Had fun?” she asks when Sirius approaches her and presses her forearm against the wall above Remus' head. Remus' hair is in a high bun with a few pieces framing her face delicately. So pretty, Sirius thinks, absolutely besotted.

Too bad Remus is probably thinking that she is a buffoon.

“Not really,” Sirius says, trying not to blush at the way Remus peers up at her through her thick, dark lashes. Sirius plays absentmindedly with a tear in her skirt. “We were talking about you.”

“About me?” Remus gives her a sidelong glance, and Sirius giggles.

Remus' lip twitches at the sound. Sirius reaches out to poke her waist playfully before settling back onto her previous position; as they lounge lazily in the hallway the students split up towards their next classes. Sirius watches Jamie wink at her suggestively as she leaves for practice with Mary and Marlene.

Sirius hums, barely acknowledging Jamie's antics to not encourage her. “Prongs think you’re a lesbian. Don’t worry, I told her you aren’t.”

Remus stills and Sirius looks around to see if someone casted a freezing charm. “Why would I worry?” she shifts, turning her head towards Sirius and staring curiously.

“I know you’re not homophobic or anything, I didn’t mean it like that,” Sirius rushes to assure.

Remus looks conflicted for a moment. “No, I mean,” she says slowly. “Why would I worry? It’s true.”

Sirius lets out an awkward laugh before the meaning of her words actually hit her and she freezes as she is.

“Huh?” she asks dumbly.

“I am a lesbian,” Remus says slowly again, like when she had to explain to Sirius how muggle currency works.

“What?”

“I’m a lesbian,” Remus repeats. No one moves. “I don’t hide it.” The way she says it makes it sound like she thinks she's quite obvious about it.

Her eyes remain on Sirius' frozen face until they hear a student scream somewhere behind them.

The student can die, for all Sirius cares right now.

“I— I didn’t know?” she stares silently at Remus wondering what she's thinking. Her ears have gone pink and her chest goes up and down gently with her breaths. Sirius has to force herself not to stare at her tits.

Suddenly she feels like their entire friendship has changed, she sees everything through a different lens. It all has a different context now.

A lesbian? Remus is a lesbian? Sirius could have been worshiping her body this entire time, but she hadn’t been? Granted, being a lesbian didn’t mean Remus reciprocated her feelings, but still!

She could have been seducing Remus this entire time and what was she doing? Calling her tits fine milkers?!

“I—I thought you knew and that you have been just teasing me about it,” Remus says.

Sirius shakes her head but says nothing.

Remus sighs. “Listen, it changes nothing. I know you were just joking— it’s not like I've ever taken it seriously...”

It changes everything.

“… Or taken you seriously.”

Sirius can’t think of a good reason they’re not scissoring instead of having this conversation. She exhales sharply.

Finally Remus smiles tentatively and says: “Alright, I’m glad we had this talk.”

Sirius feels a bit like she’s floating but she nods nevertheless.

She covers her eyes with one hand as Remus leaves. She thinks of her challenging look as she repeated “I am a lesbian” as if she was waiting for Sirius to do something about it.

Well, Sirius feels the inexplicable urge to do something about it; to grab Remus’ hand, drag her in their dorm room, throw her down onto the floor and eat her alive.

Sirius swallows, her eyes huge.

She wants to yell it at Remus right now, hey guess what, I love you, but she can’t do it yet. Can’t do it like this, as Remus is walking away down the hallway and they can clearly hear a Gryffindor shooting hexes at Snape. Jamie, probably.

She rubs at her eyes, lets the warm feeling in her chest pool outward. Yeah, she knows what she has to do.

Despite making a life-altering decision, nothing much changes over the next few days. Sirius goes to class as normal, but she feels a lot farther from the emotional mess she’s been before.

Something different has begun sparking in her chest after an undetermined period of time. It takes awhile for her to pinpoint what it is, and when she does, she blushes like a stupid.

It’s excitement.

There’s nothing wrong with being excited.

She’s looking forward to declaring her undying love to Remus, and that’s normal. Well, not entirely normal; Sirius envisioned a few concessions that she will never recount, even under threat of death, but still. It’s mostly normal.

What do people do to show their affection? Sirius is tempted to search for answers in the library, but she doesn’t think her pride would ever recover.

She’s a simple woman. Remus knows this. And there’s no way she would be able to misinterpret the gesture of Sirius showing up with chocolate.

When she goes to Jamie for advice, her best friend laughs in her face, reminding her that she has been gifting Remus chocolate since they were eleven. It won’t take her anywhere.

Sirius wants to do something nice. A little bit romantic, maybe, if she dares to use the word. Something to show Remus how much she cares.

Jamie is more practical, seduce her, she tells her. “She already knows that you love her. You transform into a dog for her. What’s missing is seduction.”

Seduction?

Seduction.

#wolfstar #lesbian wolfstar #sapphic #sirius black #fem sirius black #fem remus lupin #reinekinthos writing #remus x sirius #marauders

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Ficfinder finds: The Lemonade Leak

Chapter 15: The Bearer

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Plot: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Plot is three out of five!! This chapter is basically the calm before the storm. The preparation time before everything goes down."

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Suspense/Mystery is three out of five!! The main part of the suspense in this chapter, is waiting to see what's going to happen in the next chapter."

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Angst/Hurt is two out of five!! This chapter has a smaller amount of angst in it. All the angsts that does happen, is verbal and emotional. All the physical angst, is saved for the next chapter."

Fluff/Comfort: 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is zero out of five! No comfort to be found in this chapter!!"

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is three out of five!! This chapter felt like the calm before the storm. But not a good kind of calm, but rather the kind of calm that's cold and stagnant."

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"Drama/Tension Level is four out of five!! Oh man, despite this chapter being the calm before the storm, the conversations between Leo and Draxum are completely FILLED with drama and tension!"

Triggers: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Triggers for this chapter are one out of five. Minimal triggers for this chapter. Mostly talk of a difficult childhood, and of course a planned attack on a sibling."

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Reading) is five out of five!! I enjoyed seeing how Leo and Draxum communicated. Its a different writing style than say Leo and Raph, or Leo and Mikey. It was interesting and fun to pick up!"

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"Legibility (Audio) is five out of five! The writing style just translates so well into audio book form!!"

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"Length is three out of five!! Chapter 15 of The Lemonade Leak takes about 13-14 minutes to listen to!!"

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Leo rested his arm on the bone of his knee. “Nah,” he said. “Honestly, I’d fill a room with anesthetic gas and teleport it in there. But Donnie can hold his breath for over three hours. And that’s too long.” If you want any chance against something with Donnie’s mind, don’t ever let it think.

Spiny softshell turtles can hold their breath for an hour, so I’m assuming that Donnie’s ability to hold his breath for longer came from his super soldier abilities. Since their status as a mutant makes them insanely strong, I’m assuming that carries over to more than just muscle strength.

“I was gonna,” Leo said. “Methane is allergic to impact heat and chem reactions. Meaning here, it can’t use most of Donnie’s mystic artillery without blowing itself up. The problem is, Donnie’s a genius. He never had to fight in a place exactly like this.” Under scorching summer heat, in a pit of gas and goo. “But I’d give his mind some twenty seconds until it invents artillery that’s not operating on fire hazards. And as Donnie would say, Ifso facto-“ “I’m relatively certain Three would pronounce it correctly.” “Ifso facto,” Leo said firmly, “We have to be fast. Five seconds max.”

The phrase Leo is referring to, is Ipso Facto which means “by that very fact or act." the enemy of one's enemy may be ipso facto a friend.

“Adopted,” Draxum snarled. “One and Three had to sleep in the- All of you slept in the cold! While your immune system was still developing! Of course it stunted your growth. Do you have any idea of how…” Draxum’s eyes darted over him. “You need warmth to reach maturity!”

I love how Draxum keeps warring between being upset that the boys as children were mistreated, versus that his ‘weapons’ didn’t reach full potential. Basically, he’s saying all of them were stunted. That despite being insanely strong right now. The boys could have been stronger.

Leo crossed his arms. “Cause my dad loves us,” he said. “All of us. Even m- y dummy twin.” “He stole you!” Draxum’s voice deepened, cracking its own vowels under the force. “I could’ve provided you with food and clothes and just imagine where ‘your twin’ could be now if he had gotten an education! If I had given you a true objective! I could’ve given you everything- I could’ve- I…” Draxum fell silent. He cleared his throat.

I find it interesting how Draxum follows along with Leo’s logic, and instead reverts the conversation to Donnie’s wellbeing. Leo doesn’t care how he was raised, as long as it made Donnie happy. So the idea of Donnie having a poor childhood, really plays on his emotions, and on the triggers and itches in his head.

Something sharp twisted in his guts. Donnie would’ve been forced to follow you. You could’ve done whatever you wanted with him – all of them. Leo scratched at his scarred neck and meant every word as he said. “Yeah, no offense, but I would’ve had to orphan us.”

Draxum’s words are clearly affecting Leo. Once upon a time, his words would have triggered the follower response in Leo. However, as Leo has built a leader identity for himself, he was able to fight against Draxum, arguing with him, leader to leader.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #tmntficfinder #ficfinder #ficfinder finds: the lemonade leak #the lemonade leak #rottmnt post invasion #tmnt fanfiction #disaster twins

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squad-724 · 3 months

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Hope you don't mind me sending another ask, but if there's anything about the Centaur Wild West au you'd be willing to share, I'd love to hear it :)))

For the designs, you can jump here

And there's a snippet too:

Marcus, known in the town as Ninety-nine, woke up to the ranch soaked in water after yesterday's storm. His animals, a small herd of sheep, a few goats, and all the chickens, took shelter in the new barn, the old one was filled with holes and not good at insulating heat. A few minutes after the sun rose he let them all out, before taking his cane to check what was damaged and needed to be repaired or replaced after the storm. He doubted he was going to afford all of it, but not replacing a faulty water pump meant death for his stock. Lost in his thoughts he missed the traces left in the mud before the old barn. Three sets of hooves and four wheels. Blind to the danger inside the building he opened the front doors. For a moment, he stood there just to comprehend what he was seeing. In the center of the barn, away from the walls that were still wet and cold, were three taurs, one of a horse, one of an elk, and one of something wooly, a sheep or llama perhaps. There was also a wooden wagon, to which the centaur was still wearing a harness. All of them were thin, painfully thin, with pronounced ribs and hips with skin stretched over them. Their fur was matted and dull, human skin covered in sunburns. Unkempt hooves, overgrown hair, and scars; those taurs were runaways. And for some reason, they hid in 99’s old barn. It took the elktaur only a few heartbeats to be back on his legs, even if those trembled after the sudden movement. The rancher's blood ran cold when the young man pointed at him with a crudely made pistol. The rest noticed 99 only a few seconds later, centaur trying to bolt but getting himself wrapped in the wagon harness, and the third one’s legs buckling under him as soon as he stood up. Poor boys. 99 slowly raised his hand, feeling how his worn-out shoulders protested about that movement. “Easy,” he whispered, not breaking eye contact with the elktaur. He knew escapees were desperate, ready to kill anyone who seemed like a threat. Even if the pistol was ugly, he didn't doubt it worked.

Wild West + centaur au; the Batchers are taurs of different species that ran away from their owner and found safety on 99's farm. Years later, the old man saw a little centaur foal being dragged behind a group of zygerrians, and informed his adoptive sons about it. The next day the wagon, far away from the town, was found with all its occupants dead and the foal missing. I think you know who did that.

Unfortunately, some trackers recognized that the attackers weren't on horses and other animals; they WERE those, at least halfway. Which resulted in some hunters finding Wrecker, Tech, and Omega during a trot, Wrecker was captured while Tech carried injured Omega back to their farm.

Crosshair immediately ran to the town, but he was just late to see the train that had his biggest brother trapped in one of the wagons ride away-

The story would be the batch chasing after it, trying to find where it took their brother, and finding some friends and foes along the way.

If anyone's interested I would absolutely love to make a few more drawings for it

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #snippet #ask game

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aboutcustardcreams · 4 months

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The monster within you

[ z. s & c. g ]

part two

three

You stumble over your feet, an awkward smile graces upon your lips, as you're met with a stranger instead of the pizza delivery guy as you had hoped.

"Uhm, hello! Can I help you?", you ask, leaning against the doorframe.

The stranger smiles politely back at you, "Maybe I can help you," he confesses, and you look up at him curiously. He drifts his eyes towards the briefcase that he is holding, as to prompt you to do the same.

"I'm afraid I don't understand," you trail off.

"Would you be so kind to let me in so I can explain?"

He didn't look perilous, just weird. You take a quick look behind you, Zelda and Cordelia are still in the room upstairs, probably believing the pizza has arrived. Eventually, you think five minutes won't hurt, so you motion with your hand for him to come inside.

"I felt drawn to this house and its energy the moment I saw it," he looks around, placing the briefcase on the kitchen's counter, without moving too far from it. Your eyes dart towards it, and you can't help wondering what's inside. Narrowing your eyes, you lean forward, "what do you mean?"

"I believe the relic brought me to you."

Your eyes snap open, in confusion, "the relic?", you repeat, feeling a little dumb.

A little smirk plays out on the man's face as his fingers tap over the surface of the leather briefcase, "something that might interest you, witch," he states, before opening it. Inside, you can't tell there is something you recognize. It seems to be a simple piece of cloth, folded in two, of a bleached yellowish fabric, probably due to its age. However, as your hand reaches out to touch it, you feel a strange energy tingling your fingers.

"What is this?", you ask, only to remember a second after that he called you witch, "wait, how do you know that I am a—?", however, you don't even finish your thought, considering the relic he was carrying was surely linked to a source of magic. He must be magic himself, or something of the sort.

He chuckles, then quickly apologizes, "I understand your confusion. I should have introduced myself beforehand, anyway I'm not a mortal, but a globetrotter of all realms, no more no less you need to know," he says, as if that clarifies all your doubts, "I found this during one of my strolls."

You nod at that, giving yourself time to assimilate things. Was he a servant of Hell? Or just a traveler? And why, you thought, his eyes looked like a living windstorm? He didn't tell you a name or anything, but he probably won't give you one.

"That's... cool, I guess," you shrug, "although, it's still not clear to me as to why you're here."

"You see, I'm drawn to whoever has some unfinished businesses or doubts about themselves, any chances that could be you?", the way he asks that question makes you believe he already had an answer. It's more of a question to you, rather than for him.

"I'm afraid I don't quite follow," your eyes squint a bit, as you tilt your head to the side, truly confused.

He tries then with a different approach, "Do you know who you are?"

You can't help the scoff that comes out of you. He was indeed a peculiar one.

"Last time I checked I was a witch, Celeste Payton," you feel weird the moment you pronounce your name and can't exactly venture a guess as to why. Maybe it's the way he looks at you, as if he knew more, better or even differently.

He clicks his tongue, "Right, except that's not your real name."

Your frown deepens, and so does your disbelief, "And you would know because...", you awkwardly point at him up and down with your hand, "you're a globetrotter or whatever?"

"Kind of," he shrugs, then leans further close to you, with the relic in his hands, "aren't you curious to discover who your biological parents truly are? You might eventually find the truth about yourself. Everyone has a purpose, but you can't fully grasp yours if you don't start from the beginning, can you?", when his eyes dive into yours, you grasp something more than a simple shadow of gray. You've never seen something like that before, you can almost hear a sound if you focus enough. Like a woosh, if that makes any sense. A tornado moving in his eyes.

You pause for a moment to think. "I guess that has crossed my mind once or twice," you say stiffly, suddenly feeling vulnerable for obvious reasons, "I was given up as baby with no name, or anything that could help me trace back to them, so I presume whoever my parents are, don't really want to be found."

The man hums and hints of a smile that carries a shadow of amusement, or so you think, "I highly doubt that," he says, leaving you blinking in confusion, "I mean, unless they are dead, which can be a possibility too," you feel your heart drop for some reason. It's weird considering you've never met them. Plus, you shouldn't feel attached to someone that gave you away, right?

"No worries, I can help you with that too," he admits, in a softer tone, "all you need to do is cover your eyes with it, and let the sight come to you."

You let out a brief, sarcastic chuckle, "seems to be my lucky day, innit?", your attempt at humor provokes pity in the man's eyes.

The corner of his mouth twists into a plain smile, "you see, this belonged to a witch, whose name was Lucia. Does it ring a bell?", you shake your head while he places the relic in your hands, "Not only was she a witch, but also a blessed soul by the False God."

"How is that even possible?", you shake your head, hardly believing what he is telling you now.

He proceeds on telling you the story of Lucia, a young witch who was called by the Dark Lord to fulfil one of his wishes. She was plagued by nightmares when she refused to listen to his order. Eventually the nightmares followed her in the light of the day, to the point that life had become a torment to her: whatever she looked she was plagued by horrors and pain. So, she clawed her eyes out in desperation and with that gesture, she stopped seeing the Dark Lord, wherever she turned. She didn't dream anymore, but it was no problem to her because she could finally rest. And that eyepatch is what she used to cover her empty orbs. That's until the False God showed up to her feeling merciful. He blessed her with the sight, not in the narrow sense of the term, but as a gift that helped her see things nobody else could. The relic still guards that power now; a sight in all its forms.

You feel at a loss of words, now even more intrigued by that thing.

"What happens when I put it on?"

"Many things," he states simply. You feel your stomach twist in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable way. He seems to notice the grimace upon your face and a small chuckle comes out of him in response, "There's no need to be afraid. This is only a holder of truth..."

"Can it hurt me?" you whisper softly.

"It depends on what's your life story. There's no guarantee that it's a nice one, but it shouldn't be enough reason to hold back," he admits truthfully.

"There is more, though. You shouldn't keep it on for more than one minute per time," he warns you solemnly, never leaving your face.

"What happens after that?", you ask in a hesitant tone.

"You don't want to find out," he cackles slightly and darkly, but there is no amusement in his tone.

You nod and rests composed, despite not being calm at all. Feeling conflicted, you start nibbling on your bottom lip, torn about what to do. Your mind is telling you to kick this man out of the house, but your heart is telling you the opposite, begging you to find the answers you never really searched for. You feel your heart leap into your throat. You can't ignore the fact that your partners will surely kill you if you don't talk to them about this before making any decision.

"I need to think about it," you then realize it shouldn't be a decision to be taken lightly.

"No pressure, witchy. I can leave it here, as a gift."

Why? Why was he willing to do such a thing for you? What's in it for him?

"Why are you doing this?", you whisper.

"No reason. I simply go around helping people that might need me."

One of the biggest lessons Zelda taught you comes to your ears, in her voice. Everything has a price. Nobody is genuinely kind to you, or does something for you without thinking of a way to benefit from it.

"Celeste, are you coming?" speaking of the devil...

You make a startled noise at her voice coming to your ears and feel like a child that has been busted doing something they shouldn't have.

You hesitate, then shout back, "Yes, one second!", then you turn towards the man who's already walking himself towards the door. You take a sigh of relief, glad that he had read your mind, "I'll come back in three days."

You nod quietly, mouthing a feeble thank you in his direction. He gives you another smile of courtesy, before walking down the stairs of the porch, smashing right in front of the pizza delivery guy that is coming right towards you. Well, he didn't exactly smash against him, more like he passed through him, vanishing then in thin air, as if the mad had been made of dust.

Your mouth falls agape, as you blink slowly, almost in trance. You take the pizza box almost by inertia, and thank the boy without really looking at him. You tell him to keep the change and he flees back to his scooter, happy to have earned a tip of over fifteen dollars.

"Woah, slow down, sweetheart, what got you so excited?", Cordelia chuckles lightly. She places both hands on your shoulders, offering you a squeeze.

You had just climbed the stairs in less than four seconds, instead of transmuting, so you take a moment to collect your breath.

"Where's the pizza?", Zelda asks you.

Realization hits you, "Oh, it's downstairs," you mutter apologetically, "But I've got news, great ones. A globetrotter showed up at the door and gave me this," their gaze drift towards the piece of cloth in your hand. They had mistaken it for a mere napkin. Holding it carefully, as if your life depends on it, you continue, "he said it could help me learning about my heritage, by putting it on."

"Where does it come from?", Zelda steps closer, suspiciously.

"Between realms," you state vaguely, and you can tell your answer doesn't really suffice. Shrugging, you look down at it, tracing your fingertips over the partially consumed fabric, "it guards an enormous power and gives sight to those in need to see."

Both witches stay quiet for a moment, trying to make some sense to what you've just said. There is a hidden meaning behind your words, that's clear. You spot Cordelia gnawing at her lip, "are you sure it's safe?", she questions as she takes in you.

You sigh, "I suppose, yeah," you say with a crinkled nose. Of course, you couldn't be one hundred per cent sure, but as the man told you, you couldn't let a fear hold you back from the truth.

"No," Zelda says, voice firm and unwavering.

You squint your eyes, turning towards Zelda, "No?"

Cordelia runs a hand through her hair, "Oh, unholy Lilith," she sighs.

Zelda arches an eyebrow in your direction, her perfectly red lips curve in a grimace, "I'm sorry, didn't you hear me the first time?", she questions, in a mockery tone.

A wave of disappointment washes over you, "Come on, Zelds, I'm not in the mood for games."

The redhead's responding chuckle is sarcastic.

Cordelia doesn't fail to notice the way your fingertips tremble as you hold the relic in your hands.

"Neither am I," Zelda quickly retorts, "it's a bad idea on so many levels," she continues, and that only fuels the exasperation already rising in you.

"But why?", you let out a confused sigh, "Lucia was blessed with the sight, and this relic guards its power."

At the mention of the witch's name, Zelda's eyes grow bigger, "I beg your pardon? Lucia as in Saint Lucia?"

You bite your tongue and say nothing. You silence answers her question and her disbelief duplicates.

"Did you hear her, darling?", she eyes Cordelia and tilts her head, "Our little witch, here, thinks it's a good idea to use a Christian relic to fulfill her purpose!" she almost yells, anger and disbelief gnawing at each word.

You roll your eyes and snort, and before you can add anything she continues, "What's next? Have a taste of Christ's body and say Amen?"

Cordelia's lip quivers a bit. She has to turn away for a second to hide the amused smile that is curving her mouth upwards.

"Do I need to remind you Lucia was also a witch?", sure to prove your point, you stand tall with conviction.

"A traitor of the Church of Night, yes," she points out.

It was rich coming from her, considering all the times she and her family went against the Dark Lord.

"The man didn't mention what Lucia refused to do for Lucifer's sake, but you very well know what He is— was capable of, so I don't blame her."

Zelda and Cordelia exchange a both frustrated and concerned look.

The Supreme, then, comes behind you, "I mean, she does has a point," that comment causes your smile to reach your ears and eyes.

Zelda groans, and feels a sort of dejavu as she witnesses that scene. It almost felt like one of those times, where Lilith and Sabrina teamed up against her.

"If only we gave it a chance..."

Zelda runs a hand through her hair. A whirlwind of thoughts races through her mind, in each of them she sees how it could go tremendously bad for you.

"It could be my sole possibility to know who I really am," your voice sounds more like a plea now. You search for her eyes, but Zelda doesn't look at you, "Please," you scoot close to her eyeing her with doe eyes, hoping it would work.

"Stop pouting like that, you're not a child."

Zelda is a strong, tough woman. A lioness in every sense of the term, however, when it comes to keep you, Cordelia or her family safe, whatever the cost, the lioness can turn into a much ferocious beast. But there's another side belonging to her, a softer one, definitely weaker than she would like to admit. On the outside, she portrays strenght, but on the inside, she resembles the bravery of a newborn kitten.

"Maybe we should do some research first, to be sure we aren't dealing with anything life threatening," Cordelia interjects carefully.

You look at her with hope in your eyes. The redhead, instead, shoots her a glance of pure horror, as if the Supreme had just grown a second head, "I'm sorry are you agreeing to this?" There is something about that piece of cloth that doesn't feel right. It's paradoxical that in need to see, one needs to go blind. Not in the strict sense of the term, however, in the world of magic one can never know.

Cordelia merely rolls her eyes, "Celeste won't be facing this alone. She has us, and if she really wants answers, then we should be supportive, don't you think?"

"You should very well know that everything has a price. And more often than not, the sacrifice isn't worth the outcome."

"How can you say that?", you huff, frowning at her, "This is something that doesn't even concern you. It's about my family."

Zelda tilts her head slowly and dangerously, "What pish posh are you saying? How does it not concern me, exactly? You're my family, Celeste," she snaps with a hint of irritation in her tone.

You stand there awkwardly, feeling dumb.

You hear Cordelia sigh from behind you, and despite not being fond of the plan herself, she knows she can't keep you from it.

"Can we talk about this without fighting?"

"For all we know once you put that blindfold, you turn blind," the redhead mutters under her breath.

Fear fills the Supreme's eyes, heart pounds and stomach churns at the possibility of Zelda being right. She, herself, turned blind once and it hadn't been pleasant, not in the slightest.

You, on the other hand, let out an exasperated chuckle, "it's a piece of cloth, not a goddamn dagger."

"A piece of cloth that can help you see things, but at what price?", she argues but it fails on deaf ears and she knows it.

You cross your arms defensively, "Let me find out."

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "it's all about you, isn't it?", voice rising as she speaks, "You and your selfish purposes," you open your mouth to respond, but you are not sure what to say, not immediately at least.

"Love, whatever are you talking about?", the Supreme interjects, brows knitted in a frown.

You lower your gaze to the floor, a single tear finds its way down your cheek, but you're quick to wipe it, "so this is what you think? That I'm selfish?", your voice comes out shy and weak.

Zelda's eyes look mortified once she goes back looking at you. She reaches out a hand to grasp yours, but you take a prompt step back. She, then, takes in a shaky sigh, "No, no. Of course not. I'm sorry, Celeste," she stutters, and she normally never does, "I don't know why I said that."

You swallow hard, "it's okay," you mutter after a pause. When you avert your gaze, she spots shiny tears glistening in your eyes and her heart drops in her stomach. "Celeste, all I'm trying to do is protect you," she mutters apologetically, "If something was to happen..."

You sigh, "Nothing is gonna happen. He told me."

"And you trust him more than me?", she interrupts you, patience as thin as a hair, "I thought you wiser than that."

Feeling heat creeping at your face, you blurt out, "and I thought you had a little more faith in me."

"Faith, you say?", Zelda eyes grow wider, cheeks flushing bright red, "The same faith I gave you when you were clearly unwell, but denied till you lost consciousness?"

Your mouth drops in shock. "That was different, and you know it!"

Cordelia comes around to your side, "Girls," she soothes, but in vain.

"Was it really?", Zelda insists, "Hell, sometimes you're... mindless."

"Zelda, enough" the Supreme admonishes, reaching out to grasp her forearm.

The redhead clenches her jaw in response.

"We should be able to talk things out without accusing each other in the process," she adds by putting emphasis on each word, talking as it she is dealing with two unruly children rather than her girlfriends.

Zelda scoffs at that, "I'm merely stating facts."

You shake your head in disbelief "How can you speak to me like that?" There is hurt in your voice.

"She doesn't mean it," Cordelia insists, flashing a glare towards the redhead.

"You will get yourself killed," she insists, helplessly.

"Okay, now you stop it," the Supreme's patience was reaching its peak, and you could see it, "This behavior of yours isn't helping at all."

"It's okay, Dee," you mutter calmly, that tone of voice surprises both witches. "I was nice enough to inform you about what I've been given, but, breaking news, I don't need your permission to do anything," your eyes flash in a way that have never done before.

Zelda feels a shiver run through her spine, "Darling..."

"Don't darling me," you snap in a hiss, "I'm done with this conversation," you turn around towards the door, feeling the need to unwind a bit, "I'll sit on the porch for a while," you whisper to them.

Zelda's words suddenly echo in your mind, making you feel more guilty than ever. Maybe she was right, when she said you were selfish. It burned you more than you'd like to admit. Were you really that bad when all you wanted was to find the truth about your biological parents?

Cordelia swallows thickly. Reluctantly, she accepts your need of space, "If you need us..."

"I know, thanks Dee," you answer softly, and she winces at the sight of the little tears in your eyes.

Zelda comes to stand next the two of you. Before you can lean, her hand cups your cheek, and you let her, leaning into her touch, suddenly craving for it. "Celeste, I...", she tries, but you quickly hush her, "I know," her eyes speak louder than her voice, sometimes.

Zelda hums silently and lets a few tears run down her cheeks, freely. You lean further to place a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. A watery smile is what follows on her face.

"I won't do anything without you two present, so no worries."

"How comforting," the redhead mutters sarcastically, causing both you and Cordelia to chuckle.

You take a couple of steps backwards, then turn around and exit the room. The relic still in your hands, however, you meant it. You wouldn't use it without them.

Cordelia turns around to meet Zelda's gaze. She reaches out to cling to her cheetah blouse, burying her face in her chest. Zelda's hands wrap around the Supreme's waist, then buries her nose in her golden locks, to inhale her sweet scent.

"What did I do to deserve you two in my life?" she later wonders out loud, briefly rolling her eyes.

Cordelia's response is a quiet chuckle, "I could ask myself the same thing," she responds, snuggling in Zelda's embrace.

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A/n: alright so for the record, I changed the story of Saint Lucia to make it better adapt to my story. I apologize if there are some mistakes here and there, I couldn’t bring myself to reread because I was too eager to click the ‘publish’ button 🙌🏻

How many like me? Hope you’re enjoying the ride 😌

What do you think it will happen?

What’s your guess?

xoxo

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Imagine there was a law once a year you had to kill someone else to survive and not be able to be killed that year. As a problem to overpopulation.

I hate the "Is the cup half full or half empty" thing. It doesn't help to see if I'm pessimistic or optimistic. Seeing as my view depends on how the glass was set up. If the water was poured first, it is half full. If the glass was filled completely with water, then half of it got dumped out, it is half empty. How can you say "Oh it's half empty" or "oh it's half full". Also both of those are technically correct, so why is this even a thing? You literally can't tell anything from this and I hate it.

I don't think anyone is dumb. Everyone learns differently. Just because the person is not understanding the concept, doesn't mean they are stupid or slow. That means it is not being taught in their learning style. There are like 7 different learning styles, and I know for a fact there are almost no schools that try to teach people using all of them. It's not your fault for not understanding something, sometimes it's not even the person teaching you fault. Sometimes the wording is just confusing in your brain or you need longer to process and make connections. I just hate whenever someone uses dumb as an insult. It doesn't make sense and yes there are some topics I would be "Dumb" to, but that's just because I haven't tried to learn them.

Silent letters in English are so dumb. Or words that are just not spelled like they are pronounced. Like what's the point? It just makes everything more confusing for everyone. And also the different spelling for every day thing from like British English to American English to Australian English. Like Gray? I honestly don't know how to spell it correctly where I'm from. I change the spelling every time I spell Grey. It's so dumb.

Did you know ADHD meds don't work if you have certain foods after or before you take them. Mostly foods or things with vitamin C. Just a thought.

I have no clue why I wrote this. I had ten thousand other things I could be doing. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my random thoughts and I'm sure glad for the ask anonymously feature in tumbler!

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees.

Gray with an A is how you spell it in the USA. It has the A for America. Grey is the British spelling.

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alright i don't tend to post stuff if it's not already part of an existing thread cause i don't believe people would care but i promised @demifiendcruithne i would write this up as a separate thing if anyone asked about it, and well @pteren did so here we are.

if you come across this and don't like math, this is your cue to move on to the next thing on your dash.

the context is that for pteren's month-long physical challenge i decided to also find some fun properties for each daily number of reps i do. and for 37 there were three such properties:

if you take any 3-digit number that is divisible by 37, and you shuffle its digits one space to the left (so e.g. 148 → 481), you'll get another number divisible by 37 (yes shuffling them to the right also works but it's the same as going left twice so it's just one of those cases that matters)

if you take any number divisible by 37 and insert into it a string of three of the same digit (so e.g. 148 → 147778, or 166648), you'll get another number divisible by 37

if you take any number divisible by 37, reverse it, and add a zero between every digit (so e.g. 148 → 80401 or 1147 → 7040101), you guessed it, you'll get another number divisible by 37

so i said there's already enough math i'm putting into the physical challenge thread so if anyone's interested in how to prove something like that, i'd put it into a separate post. so here we are. this is what i got myself into.

note: there will be quite a lot of images here. all of them, every single one, will have some math formulae and nothing else, cause it'll be much easier to read if that math will be neatly formatted and such using latex (the math kind, not the kinky kind) rather than somewhat put into plaintext of a text post. all those images will have added alt text but i have no idea how to best do image descriptions for that, so i'm kinda winging it. i know i said i doubt people would read this, but i'm still not gonna half-ass trying to maintain accessibility.

in fact there are enough images that i need to split it into the main post and a rb with the second half cause the limit is apparently 30. if for some unholy reason you came across this before i paste in and format the second half, and for some even more unholy reason you decide it's something you want to rb, please just wait until i add the second half. if there was a way to make a draft and an immediate rb of said draft, i would've done it.

also note: i'll be using the letter i as the index in a sequence. there will be no imaginary unit mentioned anywhere or needed for anything. there's no calculus either, the most complex arithmetic involved is knowing that if you multiply two powers of the same base, you get the sum of the exponents (2^5 x 2^2 = 32 x 4 = 128 = 2^7). and even better than that, basically every single number featured and labeled with a letter will be a positive whole number. we're not even going into fractions here.

also also note: i'm not gonna try to be 100% rigorous here. that's for academia, i was just bored with hellsite access.

so, given this includes some fuckery on the digits of a number, i think best to start by something we don't consciously think about too often: what does it mean for a number to look some way in base 10? let's take, say, number 1438:

1438 = 1 x 10^3 + 4 x 10^2 + 3 x 10^1 + 8 x 10^0

almost exactly the same way we'd pronounce this in english, it's one thousand (10 to the third power), four hundreds (10 to the second power), three tens (10 to the first power), and eight ones (10 to the zeroth power - anything other than 0 raised to 0th power gives 1. we are not getting into why not 0 here).

so in general we can write what this means, symbolically:

where x_0 is the ones digit, x_1 is the tens, and so on, which can also fancily be written using the sigma notation which if you have any programming experience, is basically just how in math you'd write a for loop: for i that goes from 0 to k (including k), where k is any natural number you feel like, add together the digit at the i-th position times 10 to the i-th power.

kinda seems like overcomplicating it, but this can be applied to any number base other than 10 (and the capital sigma notation helps avoid writing too much because laziness is the source of inventions).

many people will already have known all this, but it's still useful foundation to lay down before we start fiddling with the digits, so we are actually aware of what we're doing. now we can move on to the first thing to prove.

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a) the first thing was that if we take a 3-digit number that is divisible by 37, such as 148 (it's 4 x 37), and we shuffle the digits one space to the left, wrapping back to the ones space, what we get is another number divisible by 37, such as 481 (it's 13 x 37. leet).

so let's write down some general number we're starting from.

i called this number a_s because it's the number we start with for proof a). subscript s for start, n for new.

x_2, x_1, and x_0 are just the digits in the hundreds, tens, and ones places. this starting number is a multiple of 37, so it's 37 times some natural number n. we don't really need to know or care what n is, only that it's a whole number. it's all whole number turtles all the way down.

how would we then write a_n, the new number we create from our shenanigans?

should make sense. we move the tens digit to hundreds, ones to tens, and hundreds to ones. cool. but how do we go about proving it's divisible by 37? we can't really reason much about what we have there so far, so we should try to rearrange it so we can find several parts in there that each is divisible by 37 - a multiple of some number plus another multiple of it gives you yet another multiple of that number, like 30+70=100, 30 is 6x5, 70 is 14x5, and 100 is (6+14) x 5, so 20x5. and same if we were to subtract them. so lets pull a fast one on that number and add and subtract the same thing to it.

(at this point i must also note that the interface for making a new post is incredibly stupid for short wide images where the cancel button is overlapping the button where you go to add image description. hellsite, pay your qa department more)

we added and subtracted 1000 times x_2 so we still have the same number. what was that for? if you look at the first three terms, they are in descending order in both which digit it is, and what power of 10 they're multiplied by, which looks just like our original number, but all times 10. meanwhile, the other two terms both have x_2 on them. so we can extract the common factors there.

in the parentheses of the first part we have that original number a_s, so this whole first half is divisible by 37, cause that was our premise. the other half is some single-digit number x_2, multiplied by 1000-1. so by 999. well, it just so happens that 999 is a multiple of 37, being 9x111, and 111 is 3x37. so we have

so here's the secret: this is not really a property of 37.

it's a property of 111. the reason it works for 37 is exactly because 111 is a multiple of 37, so when it works for 111, 37 just tags along for the ride. in fact you might note that it works the same for the other divisor of 111, 3. as you may know, a number is divisible by 3 if (when written in base-10) the sum of its digits is divisible by 3. when we shuffle the digits around, the sum doesn't change, so the new number is still divisible by 3.

and you can show the same way that the other two properties work for 3 just as well as they do for 37. if we reverse the digits and sprinkle some zeroes in, the sum stays the same, so new number is still a multiple of 3. if we insert three of the same digit somewhere in the middle, we're adding 3 times something into the sum, so the new sum is still divisible by 3. sneaky.

but let's show that the other two properties work for 37. spoiler alert: 111 is the key player in those as well.

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b) if you take a multiple of 37, and insert a string of three of the same digit somewhere in the middle, the new number will also be a multiple of 37.

new year, new me, new starting number, just that it oddly looks exactly the same. except this time we are not restricted to just 3 digits of the starting number, so we need to consider any number of digits, so the laziness notation comes in

so how would we write the new number?

so i don't know if there is a proper notation but i went for square brackets here to mean "i'm not multiplying those together, those are just digits arranged from highest power to lowest". so we have the original digits going up from index 0 (right to left cause that's how we write numbers), and then three of this new digit y plopped in the middle, displacing the l-th digit and each next one up to index k three spaces to the left.

next we can write this as a sum as before, but because there's more terms it'll be useful to immediately split it into smaller, more manageable pieces.

because we added the three extra digits, everything to the left was effectively multiplied by a thousand, so the powers of ten there each grew by 3, while everything to the right is unchanged. so, as before, if we can show that each of these three pieces independently is divisible by 37, we'll have succeeded. and we'll start with the inserted part, b_insert, cause it's the simplest and i imagine some of yall already see where it's going.

that one was simple, it was straight out 111 times that digit y times some power of ten. so that's one place where 111 showed up. now, we can probably somehow get the original number somewhere out of the remaining two pieces to leave us with just one last bit to prove, if the previous proof is any indication. b_rest looks like it'd be useful but it's missing some terms, so let's look at b_front. there we'd have a neat match if not for all the powers of 10 being 3 bigger than the corresponding index. so, let's extract the common factor from all those.

now the stuff in parentheses is what we'd need to add to b_rest to complete the original number. it's just that there's a thousand of it, when we need just one. so let's separate one from the thousand and-

oh hey, and what we're left with is 999 times something, which we already know is a multiple of 37. let's call it 37 times m where m is stuff in brackets times the pieces of 999 after we pulled 37 out of it. cause we don't need to write it any more than that if we already know it's good. "i don't care" is a very powerful statement to use in math.

and now we can put those back together again.

and as a final cherry on top,

yay. so, just one left. should be smooth sailing, right?

yeah to be honest for this next one i needed some time to get one specific insight, and the road there lead through first proving something simpler, which is quite an effective problem solving approach. let's go through it and see.

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c) if you take a number that's a multiple of 37, reverse the order of digits, and then put a zero between every two digits, you get another multiple of 37.

so a good place to start will be once again defining what we mean in math symbols, cause while we can put it into words and write an example, those math symbols have been quite useful in solving this.

nothing new here but this time i also wrote the sequence of digits cause it'll be useful in building up the new number. so we flip the order and then add zeros.

so reading this from the right, in the ones place we have x_k. then we skip tens. then in the hundreds we have x_k-1. we skip thousands, and in ten thousands we have x_k-2. that's 10^0, 10^2, 10^4, and so on that have a digit from the original sequence - the even powers of ten. the number of original digits didn't change, but we doubled each power of ten used, so the highest power should be 2k.

yeah it got a bit more complicated, with the indices all the other way, and the exponents doubled, nice mess we got ourselves into. if you can already see where the proof is going, that's great. quoting Grant Sanderson of youtube channel 3blue1brown, pause and ponder. if you don't, fret not, it took me a while too. so how about for now we ignore this bigger problem and solve a much simpler case.

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d2) same as point c, but we're looking at two-digit starting numbers. there is no point d1, i gave it a 2 cause 2 digits.

there are only two numbers that are 2-digit and are multiples of 37 - 37 itself and 74, so we could just plop 703 and 407 into a calculator and see what they divide into, but we should do it in a general way like we did before. we're already deep into the math, might as well

so, we swap the digits, double the exponents, and add a 0 in the middle just for now to remember it was there.

last time we were in a situation like this (back in case a) we added and subtracted one of the digits times 1000. let's do it again.

looks familiar. let's extract 10^2 from the first two terms and -x_1 from the other two.

yep, that worked, and we got the original number and 111 in there. that's promising. let's try three digits.

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d3) same as d2 but the starting number has 3 digits

okay, so last time, and back in case a, we were able to restore the original number in the correct ordering of digits by adding and subtracting one term, and we did that in d2 as well. here we'd need to add and subtract two terms each. you know, worth a shot.

so we can do that, and the stuff we subtract each can pair with one of the remaining terms. let's do the usual and see what we're left with

so we got two of those as freebies, what about the last one? 10^6 is one million, so the brackets equal 999,999. is this a multiple of 999? why yes, it is, and the comma used to bunch digits of large numbers into groups of three helps us notice. and, well, so does saying the number out loud. 999 thousand, 999.

alright, i think we're warmed up enough to get back to our general case

which as i mentioned before i need to split into a separate followup post. 2/10 literally unplayable. i know there is the option "post privately" and there is the queue and schedule, but i'm sure as hell not gonna experiment when if something goes wrong i need to either redo the whole thing or have to wait to add the second half or whatever, i just want to drop it and move on.

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Are there any other underrated\underused characters that you think about?? Ur moodboard posts have me by the neck LOL love ur barty stuff btw :DD

Oh boy is there lmaooo. Thank you so much!! Have some more moodboards for the occasion!!

I've got a few underrated/underused characters that I looove, most of them which this side of the fandom tends to dislike I'm afraid vjfnbjgnb. I'm a sucker for Peter and then I love the versions of Edmund (Avery Jr), Aurora, Charity and Igor that I've done vjnfbjgb. They do exist just a bit in my head tho I'm gonna be honest. I'd love to do a seabunny (Igor/Charity) fic someday cause I just love them!!! I also just love writing Aurora but idk if she'll ever end up in a fic of mine, she just doesn't mingle with the characters I usually write.

I don't know what to say about Aurora, there's so much. I love her,, my lovely autistic lady. Her special interest is telescopes even though she knows a tonne about stars as well. She loves cats, she's an only child (if you don't count the cat her parents essentially treat like a second child), she's Muslim, she's half Egyptian on her dad's side and half Sierra Leonean on her mum's side!! She makes pros and cons lists before doing anything, she's blunt, she loves deeply!!! She's besties with Charity and Wilhelm (though the latter is just,, it's complicated and one-sided and oh that man 110% haunts her). I enjoy starrynight (Aurora/Severus) a surprising amount but this is 100% a pansexual woman who'd be open to anyone. There's just something about these two and their parallel play kind of dates and their understanding of each other fjnvjfnbjg

Peter!!! I'm still not over the thought of suburban dad Peter with a wife who finds the rest of the marauders endearing but incredibly annoying. Peter who drives a sky blue Prius when he takes his son to soccer practice and his daughter to ballet like??? I love it. He's half Danish on his mum's side and half British on his dad's side. One of his favourite things to do when meeting new people is trying to get them to pronounce Danish words. He slept with a stuffed animal for many years. He started losing his hair early and it's one of his biggest insecurities. Plays Santa for the kids around Christmas because Remus lost his Santa privileges after he was seen snogging Sirius with the suit on. The kind of guy who'll wear something until you physically can't anymore. Needs vocal appreciation!!! Oh Peter they could never make me hate you

If I could add more pictures I would but Tumblr is homophobic clearly. I never see anyone talking about Igor and I just!!! Like come on guys, the potential. Not just on his own but also with like seabunny!!! Like where on the scale of shitty person was he in the beginning of the war vs after he spent more time with Charity who was eager to share all her muggle knowledge etc. They died within a year of each other!!! Also!!! With how isolated Durmstrang is I have this headcanon that Igor's afraid of birds. When I say it like that it makes no sense but!! In the wizarding world owls are the main way to communicate so if you can't use an owl for whatever reason it can be quite isolating and thus it all works with how he's managed to isolate the school vfjnbjgnbjgn can you tell I think about this in like a super deep way? He's the youngest in the family and the only boy with three sisters. He was a mama's boy and he used to sneak down creaky stairs to crawl into her bed. He's incredibly nonchalant when it comes to most things. I think he spent his last year at Hogwarts on an exchange program since it's alluded that he's got some sort of memory at Hogwarts and I doubt it's from his time as headmaster.

ANYWAY jvfnbjgnbjg this became such a rant not even about every character njfnbjgbng but yeah here are my thoughts and some more mood boards

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"They're alive, they're awake, while the rest of the world is asleep ... Below the mine shaft roads, it will all unfold..." (x)

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New Criminal Experience chapter today!

Chapter 3 - “Spotted”

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Start from Chapter 1

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Mumbo and Impulse arrive in Evernight City... If they manage to shove past BigB and the rest of the raiding party at the gate, it'll be a night of drinks and fine dining for them! Impulse deserves something nice for being such a lovely escort this week, I reckon.

Of course, it's never that simple... is it?

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Spotted

Three evenings later…

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Sunset lasts forever in the empty Between dimension. It paints the pink sky all rose petal-red. The desert flatness made it worse, though they're starting to tip into valley land now. That will block most of the sun. Impulse calls the biome a "dry valley," specifically. This isn't Mumbo's first trip to Evernight, but he lets Impulse ramble on about nature and rocks and snow… and it does take his mind (however briefly) off the fact that one of the llamas meandering behind him is full grown while the other is stumbling along on baby feet, her scarlet blanket much too big for her.

"What about this one?" he asks Impulse at one point, indicating the narrow valley they're walking through now. "Dragon-made or wither-made, do you reckon?"

All the land is brown and gray. In some places, the ground scoops so dramatically, Mumbo's certain he wouldn't believe Impulse even if the guy does insist their path was carved by dragon paws. Most of the rocks are pointy, but they're following a thin, semi-trodden path that's at least easier on the llamas' pads. The valley's origins may be a mystery, but the path certainly isn't. This came from other wandering traders. Certainly not Evernight's teleporting natives. When Mumbo pricks his ears, he can hear the distant sounds of minecart wheels in a shaft deep underground. The echo is familiar. It's half-tempting to take a detour and look for redstone dust to collect. Especially if no one out here's using it.

But then… If it were easy to access, other wandering traders would have pinched it long ago. Mumbo resigns himself to keeping on the path with llama reins in hand, hearing out Impulse's every rambled story. In response to his question, Impulse turns a full circle. He starts walking backwards for a few seconds with hands tucked away in his overall pockets. Mumbo waits to see if he'll trip on his tail. Impulse tilts his head. Maybe he too is listening to the echo of the empty world around them. The valley breathes in sunset quiet, apart from the occasional bounce of a rock skittering downhill (tipped by prowling mobs). Down south, the creepers are built like leopards with lithe bodies, pale colors, and fat snowshoe paws. Gleaming eyes size them up. Still, they make no move to approach. Mumbo watches one lick its haunch while an enormous vulture shuffles its wings overhead.

"Technically the valley's natural, actually," Impulse finally says.

"How can you tell, mate?"

Impulse lifts one arm to point. "Old ripple marks way up there. See 'em? There used to be a river running through this place. My guess is the Ender Dragon used commands to drain the water from every chunk in a certain radius around the city. For her kids' sake, I guess. Or half her kids? I actually don't know if endermite hybrids can swim." Then he crouches down and picks up a black and white stone. "I mean, yeah… Some of these rocks are pointy, but you can tell a lot of them had their edges smoothed away across the centuries. That's running water doing its thing."

"I suppose that makes sense… Reckon a boat ride there would've been nice, though."

"Mmhm." Impulse bounces the pretty stone. "How do you say 'stone' in Illager?"

"ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹リᒷ"

"Geez. I don't think I could pronounce that if I tried."

"What's your native tongue?" He never did ask. It didn't seem the right time to bring it up after Impulse stared so uncomfortably at his to-do list weeks ago.

"Ooh…" He toys with the rock, sliding it between his fingers, and shrugs. "Technically I was raised to speak Ender, but we phantoms accent it with chirps and whistles. You know how we get about contact calls."

"Ah. Ender… Yeah, I can't speak a word of that."

"Really?" Impulse looks back. "So you can't understand dragons? Or does the Wander Dragon speak Illager?"

"Nope. My mum's never been one to coddle her offspring and she's too proud to stoop that far. If we expect to get anywhere in this world, we learn from others or pick it up while traveling ourselves. I'm sure someone in Little Sun could've taught me, but there are just so many languages out there, I didn't know where to start."

Impulse pats his shoulder in sympathy. "Well, I know you've been to Evernight before, but if you need any help understanding the locals, I'll be right with you. They use teleporting as a punctuation mark. Even Skizz laughs at my accent because I substitute wing flaps in for that… but I know enough to get by."

They lapse into quiet again, at least content with it this time around. Mumbo is tired and sore. Impulse is hungry and cold. This late in their travels, his thermos of souls is dry as the valley around them. He keeps glancing sideways. Mumbo catches him lick his lips and clear his throat more than once. That is…

… It's a bad, bad combination of 'tired and hungry' when one of you's a wandering trader on a mission 11, nearly 12 days from your species' spawn temple and the other in the pair is a phantom hybrid. But thus far, Impulse hasn't mentioned it. He keeps a polite distance, walking in front. The speckled rock disappears in his pocket. Like some sort of habit, though, he keeps twisting and untwisting the cap of his empty thermos. It bounces in his hands.

Oh dear…

Eventually, the man will have to eat. Not even soup will take the edge off phantom hunger for that long. Mumbo paints on a smile anyway, forcing it out when Impulse turns. "Almost there," he says, like a sinking ship. It's all been heat and sand and mesa blocks for ages, until the biome shifted and blanketed them with nothing beyond dry rocks and patches of never-melting snow. After a moment's pause, Impulse inclines his head.

"Uh, yeah! Yeah, we're almost there, dude. I think we'll see the first buildings around the next bend. I can fly up and take a look if we want." His eyes glint gray in the rosy sunlight, sparking with glints of green every couple seconds. "You feelin' homesick yet?"

That's not… him looking for an opening to take me now, is he?

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