#becuase i have a lot of feelings about the sun family

[zhoudadudugongjin]

Lady Wu and Sun Quan - because I love their relationship 💖

[paeliae-occasionally]

Writerly Questionnaire!

Thanks for the tags @the-golden-comet and @saturnine-saturneight!

About You

When did you start writing?

Well I have a set of boxes in my room and each one contains a different story or world I daydreamed, planned out and wrote. Lots of them have bad early maps and actually some interesting concepts. The first box was from when I was around 7.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

No, not really. Other than the physics and historical non-fiction books I enjoy, I read a lot of fantasy and write fantasy.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

Hmm… I haven’t really been compared to anyone else as of yet. I am aiming for the convincing magical aspects of Brandon Sanderson with the wonder and worldbuilding of laini taylor and susannah Clarke. This is wildly ambitious at the moment, but I am willing to do lots of practice.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

I usually am the most productive on the notes app on my phone at like 8:10 in the morning before my classes at a desk somewhere. I then send that sessions writing to my laptop for me to review and adjust things.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

I daydream a lot. Although for practical writing stuff I like to find like 3-5 scenes in published books which are similar in tone or pacing to the scene I am trying to write and I look at their sentence structure, what type of description they use, what they focus on in the scene, etc. That helps me get a sense of where to start and I build from there.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

I guess. I grew up in England and wales, but my family travelled a lot when I was younger, for example we drove all the way to Italy from England once. I think that, and my extensive research, has given me some insight into multiple different cultures, however none of my stories have ever been set on earth, so this only loosely applies.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

No… I would never do that… *looks at my one problematic but trying to improve character, then glances over to their mandatory emotional support*

*Avoids the gaze of the morally grey character sitting next to them.*

No but why does every story I write end up with at least two from this trio.

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Don’t make me choose! I love Apollo because he is an incredible person and my comfort character. I love marsh because he is so remorseless and fun to write, becuase his morals are so internally consistent and logical, yet completely contradict assumed morality. I love Xaeren because he is so witty and sarcastic, but also is deeply driven to do what he thinks is right.

Ok, but after all of this, my favourite character is going to have to be Olsaan. He is the god of death, and I love him because he is the idea of divinity so perfectly condensed. He is inevitable. His patience is eternal, he is as old as time and willing to wait until the sun explodes for you to pass, becuase in the end, it is the same outcome as if you had died today. All souls pass to him and he feels no need to rush them. Everyone will arrive home in the end.

It is so fun to write him at first as a caring human person, but then slowly revealing that he, however kind he is, he will never be close to mortal.

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

Apollo. He is just so lovely. We could talk for hours about magic and do scientific research together. It would be incredibly fun.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Probably the Avandil family. They are a runic family like the Ponturesi, but instead of doing the mix of mental manipulation and also just physically keeping them against their will and hurting the runics, they instead use only manipulation techniques and break children’s minds rather than their bodies. While runics can physically recover from the Ponturesi, almost all of the Avandil kids can never exist in society again without the command of the Avandil, because their minds are so fractured.

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

Ok. I made up Paeliae because I had written so much history about the dissolution, and I needed someone to show it. I made him a politician and interested in immortality and sayleren so he would be closely involved in that plotline when the gods attack sayleren. Then the rest of his personality developed in interactions I imagined with other people who would exist at the time.

Character creation for me tends to start with either a particular event or concept I want them to show, or a particularly vivid daydream, then I give them other people to show different facets of their personality, then I give them flaws and morals. That’s it.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Yeah, the clever sarcastic main. It comes up along because I enjoy writing it, but I am always careful to diversify them by giving them entirely contradictory morals and justifications. They have different lines that they won’t cross and different life experiences, just an overlap in tone sometimes.

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)

Depends. They are all in the same world so they should probably all be one style, but I imagine the Apollo and Tyro WIP as real people, but the marsh and Paeliae WIPs as good quality realistic animations.

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

To get some of these ideas out of my head. It’s getting a little full in there and they just need to go somewhere. I suppose the technical term would be creative outlet.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Anything about good action or descriptions is always motivating, because I consider those to be my weakest areas. Don’t get me wrong, I also really appreciate anything about dialogue and worldbuilding, but the others are particularly motivating because it means that I am improving.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

I want people to like my worldbuilding. There is a whole lot of it. I also think I build quite interesting characters and dynamics. I don’t really want to be thought of as one type of author. Just a hobby writer who is learning and will get there one day.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Worldbuilding and Dialogue.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

Dialogue.

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

Hmm. I don’t like it. I don’t like reading my own work back, it always feels so awkward. I can appreciate when I get a good line or a nice flow in a particular scene, but those moments always feel rare.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Yes. I wrote for years before I showed it to anyone. While I love sharing my work and getting input, I write mainly for myself, and not to popularise it. I would miss all of you though <3

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence

Both. I feel like the writing I consider good quality is something that I, and others can enjoy reading, and this is often hard and not fun to write but i do it anyway because I comes out better.

On the other hand, the themes I put into my stories are always things that interest me, for example the concept of immortality and the implications of that on a society, or the logical moral justification for mass murder. So themes that I enjoy, but the structure and actual writing is written for enjoyment while reading.

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[mxuki]

Is encanto really as good as everyone thinks?

-SPOILERS FOR ENCANTO AND UP-

i know it may seem like im a bit late to the party but the truth is when i saw encanto first getting popular it felt strange.

it felt like i watched a completely different movie ngl and i kept my mouth shut back then because i didnt wanna ruin the fun for everyone else lol

but tbh im pissed off at disney and i cant keep my mouth shut for any longer now.

let me just, get to the point-

Encanto is a terrible movie that fails at the fundamentals of story telling

you see, if u manage to see through the tears and actually pay attention to the plot of the film, it is so b a d

now i'll give them credit where credit is due, they had a really interesting concept and very good ideas

but they executed it so poorly its laughable.

you see, this film isnt a film

its a cash grab on the name of nostalgia and emotions

idk abt other peope but to me, encanto felt very empty. From the way i see it, disney just wanted to make the next frozen with touchy feely themes about family and love and healing and runions but it sort of failed.

the characters in encanto seem extremely shallow. the "development" they get (.i.e. isabella, luisa, abuela etc) dosn't really feel like true development. it seemed extremely artificial and almost felt like an act disney was putting on to fool everyone else into thinking that they're actually good in writing characters. i mean sure, they have distinct personality traits, trauma, backstories and everything a character needs to have depth but what undermines this imo is the plot.

now idk if i just have a taste for suspenseful thriller movies or something but i enjoy a nice touchy feely movie alright (for instance Up) but encanto really lacked the substance it needed for it to truely shine.

Im gonna use Up as an example to explain what i mean

in the beginning of up, in the very first few minutes carl and ellie's characters have light years more personality then mirabel or luisa for example. The plot itself enhances it.

In the beginning of up, its very clear that carl is intorverted and uncertain, he wants more from life. he wants to go on adventures but he needs someone to be there for him. he needs someone to provide certainty and comfort even in chaos.

and ellie does exactly that. Her very first impression on carl and the audience makes it clear that she's very much into adventure and is the sun to carl's moon.

now what about isabella and mirabel?

they uh

have sister....problems...

and...

......

isabellla is a people pleaser i guess?

and what does the plot do to enchance this?

they make the dinner go wrong becuase of bruno's rats and mirabel gets blamed for it so isabella doubles down on her inner flaws???

like i get what they were trying to do with mira and isa's characters and what theme they were going for but it just fell really flat. the writing really failed in making me care about them or their issues. they seem like caricatures of real people who probably exist but they seem very one dimensional and flat.

honestly i think encanto would've been a lot better if it was a show as that would give the writers more time to flesh out these characters and make them loveable.

And this brings me to the most saddening part of this whole thing....

Disney dosn't care

they dont care that their ip would've benefited from being a show instead of a film, or that the final product is trash. All the care about is make touchy feely movies with the same theme and the same messed up message about love and boundaries over and over again with the same highly merchandisable characters that'll have the dolls and dresses flying off of the shelves because that's what it ultimately comes down to.

They don't care because they don't have to

Its simple really. they dont care because they're so absurdly big that it dosnt matter if they keep making terrible movie after terrible movie, uninspired sequel after uninspired sequel (lookin at u, frozen 2) because so many people are attached to the walt disney brand that they'll watch it regardless and buy the terrible quality merch without a second thought for their kids to play with so they can grow up and do the same thing to their kids.

Its tragic that this is what the beautiful medium of animation and film has come down to.

[ardn631-isobelchilberto-2024]

Week 8 - Hinami Photos

Questions asked before shoot:

What is your name, age, occupation?

Hinami Nishi, 20, University student bachelor of science (Statistics and Geographic information) and Uniguide leader.

How would you, as you are now, describe yourself?

Someone who likes to work on yourself and put yourself first. Engage with a lot of people and gain new skills. Caring focuses both on herself and her friends. She keeps a minimal number of friends becuase knows herself quite well.

How do you want to be photographed?

As long as it's not in front of people she doesn't know, in particular crowds.

What has been the biggest change going into your twenties?

Her job as a Uniguide leader, a big responsibility and new learnings.

What are some challenges you face going into your twenties?

Being a third year at uni, figuring out what you're going to do next/career path. If she can find a career she is passionate about.

What have been highlights going into your twenties?

Spending time with my friends and family. Doing challenging new things.

What do you aspire to do in your twenties?

Searching for a sense of security, wants to find stability in the challenges she faces right now.

For me: Who is this person?

One of my closest friends, kind and considerate of others, open-minded, driven!

About the Shoot:

For this week, I photographed my friend Hinami. She is a kind and considerate person, open-minded, and has a calming and warm presence. I took photos in two locations. The first was outside our local library near our houses, where we spent a lot of time together. The second was at her house inside her room. I wanted to get some of her outside her comfort zone vs inside her comfort zone.

We made sure, though, to avoid big crowds as she said she wasn't comfortable with this. I also made sure to photograph her as she is, as shown by her warm and inviting personality in the shots. Or her relaxed, comforting nature in her home.

Outside, I was playing with the sun through the trees. While inside, it streamed into the room through the window and door with shadows in the room behind. I took inspiration from Vermeer lighting and some of the artist models I used, like Caroline Mackintosh, who used a dappling effect on her models.

I also took inspiration from the three photography projects I've looked at after week 7. For the ideas behind this photoshoot. Of a women's way of portraying their body and how they connect with themselves and their environment going into adulthood. For example, Rachel King's project captured her friends in an environment they felt comfortable in, so it felt candid and intimate. I felt it was interesting to look at both her comfort zone and the outside to see how she portrayed herself.

Favourites:

The first two photos are set outside our local library. I like how they play with a dappling effect and the contrast of intense shadows and highlights. The green alongside this creates a lush contrast to the images. I like how these show her personality in a way that one would see her outside and about.

The final three are set in her room. I chose the first two because even though the first image doesn't have her in it, it reflects her and who she is as a person. I also plan to put this with the second image side by side in my photo book. I really like the second image, as it's personal and intimate. She feels relaxed and laid back, in direct contrast to when she was outside. I also like the framing via the door, the light coming from the front and the shadows in the back. The final is reflective and a good closing image for her section. I like the highlights and shadows in it, as well as the lighting on her face from the sun. The teddy bear is an ode back to childhood showing a slight bridge between now and then.

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Deliverance Chapter Three

Masterlist

Summary: That time has come to sort through the artefacts that have been sent to earth with you, and Clark finds he is less and less impressed with how krypton was governed.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Fluff,Angst, A/B/O, Mating mentioned, Heats mentioned, Swearing

Wordcount: 14000+

A/N; so this chapter is mostly information and backstory. I rewrote kryptons history becuase... I wanted to? Yeah any way i hope you all enjoy even it it drags.

Taglist: in reblogs

The days that followed were strange, you had gotten used to earth and its strangeness. You were also spending as much time outside as you could, soaking up the sun rays and laying in the grass, sometimes walking through the fields. Martha even had you helping her with some flowerbeds 'weeding' humans were funny creatures. The white and pink flowers were acceptable but the little fluffy yellow ones and tiny blue ones were not? They were 'weeds' and had to be pulled from the ground. Martha had given you a strange look when you asked to keep them but got you a little trough all the same and helped you plant your weeds. They lived on your windowsill and you watered them every morning. Clark found it cute and even added some to it wanting to help.

You felt much better now and your breathing had settled. It was bliss residing with your alpha. You'd learned that he had a job as a reporter- a news writer. Those things weren't really mentioned at home which surprized you when you realised just how important they were and how much time it took up. And speaking of importance, you got your papers! Your official human documentation. A certificate of birth, because humans rewarded their young with paper on their birth you found it funny but your new family had been adamant you were given this reward for being birthed. You also got a number for social security recognition, a schooling achievement diploma? And a passport? So you could fly? Which didn't make much sense to you when you could do that anyway... Or would be able to once you were completely acclimatised to this planet. It had been Clark's friends- A bat who arranged it all, which was nice... If not odd you thought a bat was a winged mammal but perhaps there was a different bat hybrid you wasn't aware of. You were now unofficially, official in your human life.

When Clark was away you missed him, but didn't? Martha kept you busy, filling in the holes of your earthly education. You found her to be a sweet and funny woman, she was wholesome and kind. Never once shying away from you like you had expected. You lived with her for the moment a spare room in the farm house had been converted for you. For some reason she would not let you stay in the same room as your mate, she said it was a human thing. Not that, it stopped Clark from sneaking in at night and curling up in the bed with you soothing you and kissing you. He would always chuckle with you stating 'he wasn't human so its okay' whilst snuggling you sweetly scenting and murring at you until you fell asleep. You never felt safer then in the arms of your alpha, snuggling tight against him pressing kisses to his chest and rubbing your cheek on the curls that covered it, digging your nose into them and sniffing, breathing him in falling asleep.

Your bond was growing stronger and stronger as the days past, even if you only managed a few hours at night and in the morning with him. Clark had to explain some strange things, for some reason you were both to wear a ring? When humans found their mates they gave each other rings and wore them on the left ring fingers it meant they were mates? Married? Martha had been a little upset over it at first but Clark said it was best to do it this way, you could have your wedding later, for now he will wait. Martha had been persistent but in the end gave up, it was hard for her to face the reality that her son was not human and he was trying his best.

You were happier then you thought you'd be on a alien world, you'd acclimatised for the most part and found your own earthling way. Even if Martha and Clark found it strange you refused to eat anything brown or plain. Or meat.

The concept of eating animals was very disturbing for you. On krypton animals were not eaten, well not animals like on earth. Kryptonian's ate what earthlings would call insects, non sentient beings. But then again the insects here were... Tiny, surprizingly so. But Clark had taken it in his stride, if you didn't want to eat meat he wasn't going to force you... But he made you eat lots of what he called your 'leafy greens'... Which didn't make sense to you because many of the leafy greens should just be called greens because brocca-broccile- baby trees! Didn't have leaves neither did the little green balls! P's? You think he called them p's. Just when you began to loose hope for delicious sustenance he surprized you. Mangoes. You loved mangoes and grapes and apples! Fruit any fruit. Martha and your mate had taken you to a human grocery store and you'd been drawn to the fruit section.

You walked into the store clutching at Clark's arm terrified, it was the first time being out and mingling with other humans. Once inside you looked about seeing a few humans scattered about the isles and relaxed. A wave of smells hit your senses making you cough.

"Breath, breath through it love... That's it good girl, good omega. Now hold on to me or the cart and stay with ma and me" Clark said rubbing your back leading you behind Martha walking past some special buys. After a few short minuets you relaxed and released Clark looking watching as the other humans walked about some with children some teenagers and even a few alone. The children drew your attention. Boys. Real little boys. Flesh and blood male children in little hats and shorts- clothing with cartoon race cars on them. You froze looking in awe. Felt the stutter.

"love?" he asked feeling you halt and tense. He instantly looked up and was on alert every bone in his body itching to protect you. To destroy what had spooked his tiny mate. He looked around for the danger but there was none, just a mother and her sons further down the isle.

"Look... Boys, young boys" you uttered slowly looking to the children holding a brightly coloured packet up to what you presumed was his mother pleading for the packet. The woman smiled and nodded letting them throw the packet into the cart and they continued down the isle.

"Yes love. I forget you've never seen a young boy have you" he hummed wrapping his arms around you from behind kissing the top of your head. You melted into him and shook your head still watching as the humans rounded the corner at the end of the shop.

"what do you think?" Clark whispered sweetly, amused and struck by the way you'd reacted to such a simple sight. A mother and sons, he forgot you'd never seen a boy before. He had been the last one on krypton.

"They... He was beautiful." you uttered slowly blinking still registering the image of a real live breathing male child.

"Ours will be better~ perfectly formed kryptonians a whole swarm" he said making you feel light and carefree, the thought of a litter- a true litter of your own pups made you quiver in anticipation.

"You-you'll give me pups?" you said softly trembling from head to toe. Clark hadn't made any inclination to wanting pups or to take your bond any further then the sweet caresses and cuddles he'd been gifting you. You'd not once spoke of anything beyond getting you settled into human life. Clark grinned awkwardly and nodded, he wasn't used to children being called pups and such, he was still coming to terms with the? Miscommunication between worlds and terminology.

"I will try my hardest, sons and daughters" he chuckled squeezing you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your head nuzzling your hair watching as the family disappeared. His heart swelled. A family, a real family. Children of his own in your little belly, with out fear of them being too much for you to handle. He could relax knowing you could handle their tiny kicks and nudges. You could survive a pregnancy and birth him healthy full term children. He had so many niggling little fears over trying to create himself a family with a human. Humans were weak, fragile, but with you? With you he could be exactly what he was. A kryptonian. A god among men. It was refreshing having someone he could truly relax around.

"Promise?" Came the tiny voice, breathless and pleading, huge doe like eyes blinking at him hopefully glazed in tears. He could feel the tremors through your bond, like someone twanging an elastic band, the vibrations of relief and excitement reaching him, tugging and pulling. It was as if you had feared he wouldn't give you children. And finally he had confirmed it.

"I promise little omega, as soon as I'm able you will be round and heavy~" watching as your eye grew wide and you purred at him rubbing your cheek to his as he craned down to kiss you, then scented him under his jaw. With an adorable flush and melodious gasp you pulled back looking around worried someone would know you'd scented your alpha.

"shh remember humans don't understand, they don't know what you did sweet pea" he uttered trying to sooth you. You had explained that scenting was seen as very private. It was... Like mating- the prequel to meeting, scenting was strengthening your bond and extremely intimate. To be caught doing it out side? It was very frowned upon, on krypton you'd get less disapproval if he fucked you out in the open!

"do not call me a p.. They are wretched things!... Call me... Something yummy" you complained not yet being aware that a sweet pea was a flower... And he wasn't calling you and actual pea.

"I apologise... You can be my little cookie?" he chuckled slowly it wasn't that he was laughing at you but he found it endearing how straight forward you were. If you didn't like something you told him out right. It was a nice change, you didn't seem to understand the whole human political correctness and subtlety. Your reasoning with Clark was that you could both feel the others feelings through the bond, so what was the point in lying. That would just complicate things. And he couldn't argue with your logic.

"what is a cookie?" you asked tipping your head to the side curiously. He did burst out laughing at that and shook his head squeezing you tight. Tighter then any human could handle, but that was part of the beauty in your relationship. You wasn't human, wasn't breakable. He could fully relax and touch you without fear of harming you. You were impenetrable... Well in that sense anyway~

"Something very sweet and delicious I promise~" he said kissing your head once more and ushered you down the isle slowly trying to find his mother, but still let you look around. You were curious and wanted to explore your new home planet and he wont ruin your first venture.

"Clark? Clark come and help me- I cant reach the milk! Its at the back again!" Martha said quietly you smiled. It took a lot of coaxing but you had indeed tried what Clark had explained as 'cow juice' and had developed a taste for it. So Martha had promised you milk every day if you liked. Which you did like. A lot. Clark pressed another kiss to you and walked off towards the milk refrigerators expecting you to follow.

You made to follow but a sweet scent hit you and you stopped mid step. It was wonderful and ripe, sweet and succulent. You pivoted and followed without much thought. Your feet found there way twisting around the display of 'leafy greens' to a bright colourful isle. You salivated at the smells. There were so many intoxicating scents you didn't know what to look at first.

You pressed a hand on a small net package full of strange green fuzzy balls. Kiwi's? You read and scrunched your face up at the peculiar name. Then plucked the bag up and held it to your nose sniffing. They smelled divine, like a type of food from home. Okriin a small sour sweet treat given to children on their birthing date. You sniffed again and almost cried. It was so similar but so different sweeter and fuller in the scent. You cautiously sniffed again and closed your eyes before tentativly prodding it with your tongue wanting to see if it tasted the same.

"y/n? Y/n?!- oh god there you are? What are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack" Clark said racing towards you his mother behind him with the cart. He slid to a stop and blinked at you. As you scrunched up your nose.

"The texture of these are... Not very nice?" you said naively moving for the fruit again sticking your tongue out once more trying to discern if it was edible like this. Clark moved quickly gasping holding your hands that had the.. Kiwi's in it.

"no, no.. No we- you don't eat them like that... You peel them and eat the inside, and we don't lick things in the shop okay?" he explained with a teasing to his voice. Martha chuckled into her chest she couldn't help it, you were extremely cute.

"But? Then how do you know if you like it if you don't taste?" You frowned as Martha stifled a laugh. But she quickly curbed herself when you looked serious and a little upset. You didn't find it funny food was serious and had always been rationed, you were allowed only the portion you needed to stay healthy back home. Nothing more unless you could grow it.

"You buy it and eat it at home, then we can come and get more" Clark said drawing your attention once more. Your frown deepened. More? You could come back? That didn't sound right... or fair, Martha normally made one trip a week on the same day... wasn't that her alotted time for food shopping? Or was it by choice?

"More? But isn't there rules on how many trips a household makes?" You asked genuinely confused looking from your mate to his mother then back again. They both looked a little shocked by the idea of not being allowed to get food when they needed to. Martha even looked sad, shaking her head looking down.

"No love, there isn't... is there on kry-back home?" Clark asked, he almost sounded offended by the thought of being told when you can and cant go shopping.

"Yes. We have fifteen minuets for every member of your house hold that your shopping for and an alotted time every two weeks to pick up your rations" you said without batting an eyelash. Clark drew a deep breath, he had to admit he didn't like what he was hearing about your shared home planet. He found himself more and more relieved you were here with him and not in that? Authoritarian place.

"Did you lick anything else?" He said trying to move away from the topic, he was trying to get you used to this planet and this was your first time out and about in town. He wanted to move on, to let you be free and explore... preferably with him beside you.

"...If I do can we take it home?" You said tipping your head to him with a cheek grin. He chuckled and rounded you placing an arm around your waist and pokeing under your ribs in a freshly discovered tickle spot making you giggle.

"Silly thing you don't have to lick things for us to buy them, I suppose you liked the smell huh?" He enquired nodding to the Kiwis still clutched protectively in your hands.

"Yes it.. Its like something from home- a treat we had on our birthing day..." you nodded looking down plucking at the bright orange netting that kept four of the fuzzy fruit together.

"Then we shall get two packets love" he said plucking another pack of kiwis and placing them in the cart, he then looked to you as you scanned the isle still indulging in the amazing mix of smells and colours.

"Pick out a few more things to try, the mangoes are nice and juicy I think you'd like them." He said motioning to the colourful sweet smelling displays.

"R-really I can pick some?" You asked nervously twiddling your fingers and pulling onto the sleeves of your top.

"Yes love we don't ration here you can pick a few things to try, just promise me you wont lick any of it... at least not until we get to the car"  he said grinning as you nodded enthusiastically looking around suddenly full of childish glee. God help him when you try some candy, he has the feeling you'll have a sweet tooth.

"I promise!" You said happily and ran off to some of the other fruit that smelt divine and quickly picked a few.

Once you got home you watched Clark and Martha make a small platter of fruit for you. And you'd fallen inlove! Mangoes and pears were your favourite,  you didn't like grapefruit and should have listened when they told you not to eat a lemon... lemons were for juicing and flavouring other food, not for eating.

You smiled as you mulled over the day, that was the first day you saw the civilisation of your new home. Humans were free and unorganised. Chaotic but at the same time had made their own way to navigate the chaos of their world and one another. They were very similar to your kind. But it was hard, frightening! Suddenly you could do what you wanted when you wanted. Krypton in its desperation had taken many choices away, even the basic ones. Like how much food you could have per household, how many times you could visit the shopping districts or medical bays. You had laws on how much water you used, who could go where and when. and suddenly all that structure- all those rules were gone. You were to do as you pleased?

It was a frightening concept.

You padded across the small space to the barn with tentative steps, quivering knees. Clark was behind you a few feet trying to give you space, yet at the same time he was pressing himself though the bond. Warm and comforting reassuring you. He had learned in the past week that he could send messages through the bond. Almost whispers it was weird you didn't hear anything but you could feel his words, feel his probing. His soul was apart of you and your soul apart of him now. And you could communicate in such a deep way it- you almost felt as if you were one being.

Today you had decided to go through the ships cargo hold and start removing some things up to your room. It had been something you put off but it was time to begin answering more questions, time to give our alpha his heirlooms and books. Your job now was to help him learn all about krypton and its past.

Clark darted forward opening the doors to the barn letting you and Martha in. You'd decided to let Martha help, she deserved it she was your surrogate mother now after all. Last week she'd started asking you to call her Ma too.

You moved towards the tarp covering the ship and pulled at it making the crinkling plastic fall the  inched forward pressing a hand to the door to the pod. You froze, flashes of the moment you'd been wrestled into the pod crossed your mind. The fear and agony of knowing you were going to be there end. Kill your parents. But it was to late, it had been too late then and it was too late now.

"Omega? Are you alright?" Clark said standing behind you curling one arm around your frame, the thick forearm resting over your tummy at your waist.

"Yes, its... The last time saw this was when" you trailed softly, you knew he could feel the fear and despair as you replayed those final moments with your family over and over. You hand been strong enough to hold on to your mother or father. You hadn't had enough grip to pull them into the ship with you, and your lack of strength cost them their lives.

Clark murred into your shoulder, his other hand stretching out smoothing his palm over yours pinning it you the surface of the door. He could taste the anxiety, the overwhelming frantic terror that had overcome you as your bond soured your memories haunted you. In the night you'd cry out for them and jolt awake sobbing your heart out. But you'd never spoke about what ha actually happened.

"D-do you want to talk about it?" He said quietly pressing his chest to your back needing to touch his sweet omega, the overwhelming drive to comfort you was almost painful.

"I don't think it would help... I shouldn't feel bad, its what i had been commissioned for. We all new our purpose" Clark paused. What? You had barely spoke about krypton, but from what you had mentioned he had a very... unimpressed view of it. The world sounded totalitarian and harsh everyone leading a hard life of duty. But he had never pushed you, he could tell you still mourned the planet despite its shortcomings.

"C-commissioned? Purpose? What do you mean?" Martha muttered moving closer to you both. She too was curious, her and Clark never thought they would have this chance, that they could learn everything about the planet of his birth or his race. But you were it. Their answers a living breathing kryptonian that had resided on krypton! You knew everything they wanted to know and probably more. They had been trying to hold back their questions it would seem that you may finally be up to answering them.

"Krypton is... Was like... North Korea? The one shut off from the world? But... stranger, its hard to explain without knowing our history we had our reasons and failures" you trailed off, you was unsure where to start, the troubled past of your race was woven into its present, well not present as today but... the final era of krypton. Everything leading up to the day you were shipped off from the planet. There were complications, twists and turns that you might not be able to explain properly.

"Please, I'd like to know" his voice was small and sweet, almost naïve in a sense. You got the feeling of a curious desperation from your bond. It made you grin, he was trying so hard to hold back for your sake, he truly was the perfect mate both considerate and loving, there was a gentleness about him that many alphas are said to have lacked. It must come from being raised on this planet, growing up around being so much weaker then he is that has moulded him to hold such a sweet sense of  nurturing. After all your mate was the golden son, a living breathing god on earth.

"I know... come I have books and artefacts in the cargo hold, I will give them to you and you can read" you said with a shy smile, you warm giddy feelings traveling along you bond making him murr once more managing to hit the all important melodious sound that was the unique soul song you'd both began naturally harmonizing. You stood and pulled from Clark and walking a small way down the ship. You pulled a hidden hatch open jerking a lever up and then pulled and twisted before releasing. You were quite impressed at how easily you'd done it. The suns rays had made you immensely strong already. Soon your be flying hopefully!

Clark hovered over you, making sure to stand in between the ship and his mother. A large gust of air and a whirring sound resounded and you stepped back. There were several clunk's and metallic creaks then the whole side of the craft pealed away like a set of curtains a thick corsetina of metal revealed a large cargo hold the three of you could just fit in.

There were shelves and cases piled high inside. All of krypton's most valuable artefacts, your whole history in the small stalagmite keys. Just like the one Clark had been sent to earth with. But these held information, schematics of incredible tech, medicines and encyclopaedia's. Not only about krypton but other planets and races that could cause a threat.

The there were the texts for your pups. The very same you had used to study as a child. You tip toed inside looking around feeling your heart break. This was all that was left of a whole civilization. A case of ceremonial robes, some crown jewels. Seeds for a few important plants- even a small rack with some mature plants that were being grown in a small self sustained pod. It was a true treasure trove.

"Wow this is? Incredible"

"Everything in here is... significant to our kind- here these are the books to start with they will tell you what krypton went through... a child's guide to our history" you said scooping up the books you'd studied and handed them to Clark. He moved slowly taking them from you running his fingers over the image on the book.

You walked off around a small shelf trying to find your chest- the things your parents had been allowed to pack for you. You had to find it and get over those emotional tugging in your chest. You had a lot to explain and had to have a clear head on your shoulders.

Martha stood close by the exit as she watched the two of you potter about the ship. It was both frightening and exhilarating for her. She was glad they had thought about all this, about giving both you and Clark things to remember krypton by. She moved to step behind Clark peeking at the book he was flicking through and was surprized to find she could read it. Everything was in perfect English.

"This is? Are they all in English?" She asked turning to you who was still wandering around becoming upset clearly looking for something in particular.

"Yes, they needed to make sure kal-clark would be able to read it" you said comeing around the other side of the shelves and stood beside them both. Clark turned around eyeing the book seeing what looked like propaganda filling the pages. It was disconcerting he was slowly becoming aware that krypton was not the magical place he had envisioned but a very draconian type of civilization. He didn't want to read pages of scripted drivel. He wanted the truth. He closed the book and eyed you then held to book out to you.

"I'd like to learn from you... if its not to much to ask love? These books will paint a rosey picture, I want to know the reality what people actually thought of our planet" he said still offering you the book. You held your breath debating for a moment, but finally breathed out a sigh and took the book from him. Agreeing.

You moved to the side of the ship and sat down letting your feet rest on the steps. Clark and Martha followed your lead taking seats beside you.

You kept quiet for a moment pondering over what was most important to start with. Your evolution. Then your genealogy, the great mistake and population crisis and the laziness that followed. The selfishness and finally his own story, the story of the golden sons escape and the new age. The final short 31 year age. And your delivery.

You opened the page showing some images of the first ever 'proper kryptonians' and held it open letting both Martha and Clark lean over to see. It was like a family story time.

"Okay... So kryptonians evolved just like humans did millions of years ago.  But unlike humans we kept more of our animal like instincts, we retained pack mentality" you said pointing out the different images of the evolution.

"Alpha and omega's?" Clark asked curiously as his eyes scanned the page. There was a list for each. Alpha were bigger and stronger, more dominant and protective, fierce and very potent. They were more economic and able to draw more power from little radiation. Omega petite, defensive, skittish and shy. Nurturing and extremely fertile. Submissive.

"Yes and betas they aren't an extreme like omega and alpha. They are more balanced but much less fertile. We have one mate, one soul bond once its made you cant deny it, but its also a problem." You flipped a few pages to the mate bond section where there were a few images of couples and some more little bullet points. Of which you covertly covered, they didn't need to know about sex or knots or heat yet... you would explain to Clark later... alone.

You flushed unable to stop your mind wandering. Images of you finally bonding with Clark, the undulating hips and breathy moans resounding in your ears. All leading to a great finale of his bite, his canines would prick your skin clamping down not only marking you but to hold you still as his cock swelled and pressed your walls tight trapping you to his huge frame. It was said to be painful and euphoric the feeling of absolute unity. Apparantly omegas can panic when their alpha knots them for the first time, the bite would make you freeze and still for him enough to fully penetrate you. He'd knot you for a long while tying you to him both mind body and soul as he saturated your insides claiming your body for himself.  You swallowed, nervously. You couldn't wait to finally be claimed, but you were also nervous. He was large even for an alpha and there was no doubt in your minds he was well proportioned.  

Clark noticed you begin to blush and squirm, your scent changing becoming both sweeter and musky he leant over you trying to peek at what you were hiding. He snuck a hand around behind you and tried pulling on your elbow to see what your were trying to hide.

"Oh no come on love what are you hiding there?" He teased and pulled tugging you closer making you whine and pull back.

"No that's nothing just its err our sex education and we don't need to go into that yet!" At the mention of sex Clark stiffened and released your elbow but remained wrapped around you.

"Oh right well then.. we know all about that so there no need to... explore that topic" Clark said flushing brightly but you paused... should you tell him?

"Well err you... you will have to there are.. some difference to having sex with... others then your mate, things are... different when your body knows it can impregnate its partner. So you need to err... I've got books for you to read in private" you flustered flicking your eyes quickly from Martha to your mate trying hard not to imagine him but ass naked stroking his cock readying himself to mount you. Clark didn't seem to realise you were becoming nervous and quickly spoke up slightly confused by the way you'd worded your statement. But then again he found a lot of the things you said strange. You wored things differently, and sometimes used the wrong words altogether! As much as krypton prepared you it sort of hadn't? Your English was good but... Not completely accurate.

"Different when you can impregnate? What's that supposed to mean, I've had sex... It was normal human sex" you whined and lowered your head feeling a little upset. Your mate almost sounded offended, like you'd undermined him or doubted his ability... You felt a little shamed over it, you hadn't intended to insult him. You turned to him your panic of displeasing him washed away your nerves of having the sex talk. You rested a hand on his thigh squeezing it before beginning  to explain that you wasn't belittling him it was just genetics.

"You cannot conceive with anyone other then your soul mate... It just doesn't happen. Is impossible, we were taught that its because your genes are only compatible with that of your mate, your other half. Pairings aren't always omega and alpha either, they can be anyone with anyone, but most alphas have an omega" you said trying not to go into detail but Clark merly blinked at you nodding wanting you to continue as he soaked up every word.

"And there are... Things that... Happen during sex with your soul mate, your err... Anatomy changes... And err expands? I suppose? Our bodies do what they must to... To try and... Conceive.." you finally stuttered through the images your mind conjured. Mind drifting to all the uncomfortable classes full of giggling girls and unamused teachers explaining knotting and ejaculation with a huge image of a penis on the board... You flushed word on the school playground used to be the size of a balled fist was the size of your mates knot. You swallowed eyeing Clarks hands, though not balled up he had then curled up loosely. You clenched, for some reason the thought of him being such a large male made you very ,very excited and anxious. The larger a male the more chance there was at having a successful mating because he would be deeper and nothing would escape. Fuck.

You shook your head swallowing dryly. Now was not the time, thoughts like that were dangerous and could trigger a heat, something you didn't want to happen until he was aware of what was to come. You wanted him to be fully aware of heats, ruts knotting the full process before in sighting anything. He was still immensely stringer than you, if he were to have you now and panic whislt knotting he could pull free and tear you. And you didn't want that.

"soo i get a... Super erection or something?" he said with a huge smile both teasing and boasting, sitting up straighter unknowingly posturing, preening like a little peacock as humans would say. You made to reply flushing a deeper red, beginning to feel a tad dizzy with all this blood rushing to your head. But luckily Martha interrupted and waved her hands making a slicing motion trying to literally cut the conversation short.

"Right okay! Enough of all that" she said managing to move your arms that were still covering the very crude generic drawings of an alphas cock, you moved letting the human turn the page which lead to the next stage of your peoples history.

"But Ma?!" Clark complained eyes loosing their amused shimmer only for him to pout at the human clearly upset that he wont be having a full sex talk with you. And you couldn't be more thankfull because you only had books and a school sex education to go by, you'd never actually seen a real one before, so didn't really have any grounds to be teaching anyone anything about them. Least of all your much older, more experiance alpha mate.

"But nothing Clark, she said she has a book so you can read the damn book! There will be no hanky panky anytime soon do you understand me?" she scolded in a final motherly tone making you giggle into your hand. Your alpha was very cute when he pouted, blue eyes wide and a perfect downturned frown on his lips, the pink bottom lip pressed forward in a sweet gesture. How the perfectly masculine sharp angular male could be both stunning and adorable was beyond you. But he was just perfect.

"Yes Ma" he sighed looking more and more disheartened but then nudged your side and sent you a wink before raising his brows suggestively. You squeaked and looked to the book in your lap once more feeling your ears go red under his provocative gaze. He huffed a quiet chuckle and purred low in his chest. You felt it the warm yet prickly sensation of your mate. Is was playfull, like when someone lightly ghosts a finger over your inner arm? A slight tickling sensation that made your skin goose bump and tingle. You knew this feeling well, you had been pleased to know your alpha wasn't all work and no play. He was actually a very fun loving man, he liked teasing you playfully and always managed to make you laugh or blush. He enjoyed you being both happy and flushed they seemed to be his favoured reactions and he would go out of his way to cause them.

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Martha had said he just seemed happier, younger like a little teenager again. But this time without all the angst. Like you had somehow drawn away the worries he had. Apparantly as he took the mantle of superman he had lost himself along the way. He wasn't cruel or mean but he was stressed. Martha had said he was beginning to question himself, ask if it was worth it, if anything was worth it anymore. He took on more and more responsibility and was working himself into the ground. But now he wasn't?

He had you to come home too, he had something more to fight for. She said Clark saw you as his reward in a sense. You were his future, the life he had always wanted but could never hope for. Martha said you'd saved him. You wasn't sure if you really believed her, how could you save him when all you have done is sleep and refuse to eat anything other then fruit.

"Clark you might be more convincing if you wiped that smirk off your face... I'm serious, let y/n settle before risking any children okay?" the woman deadpanned making him shrug and chuckle at her.

"Aw that's no fun I already promised. Didn't I sweetheart?" he teased still eyeing you managing to ignore his mothers scathing look as he tried to get you to look at him again. And like an idiot you did spare him a quick glance, well you thought it was quick but somehow he managed to wink at you again blowing you an over exaggerated kiss.

"Clark Joseph Kent!" Martha snipped quickly a much firmer warning in place making him sigh and roll his eyes at his mothers use of his full name. He could see her point but he had to admit he was a little put out with her.. His mother had an issue with your age, even though your twenty two in earth terms you still did look the part of a teen all be it a nineteen year old, but teen none the less. She was uncomfortable with the idea of him bedding you and wanted you both to wait. But Clark didn't have an issue with it, you were his omega. He was your alpha and neither you or he were humans. So why live your lives by human rules? Besides the paperwork was all set up. Legally your not a minor here you just look young, many women did.

"Yes, yes fine, no sex yet jeez" he acquiesced giving in for the moment not needing another lecture. As much as he loved his mother; and he truly did. But his sex life was none of her business and he will fuck you when you were ready and willing and there was nothing that will get in the way of that. Not even the woman who raised him.

"Glad to hear it son. Oh don't give me that look you know it makes sense... Now dear why don't you continue, both Clark and i would love to here about your history" Martha scolded then rolled her eyes at her supposed 'adult' son who was pouting. You smiled uneasy but nodded. You learned quickly that Martha ruled the roost, but it was still strange for you to watch. You'd been raised to see Kal as a god- a saviour and your races true hope. Watching the man you'd all but worshipped be scolded by a human was... confusing. But you just let it be, you were realising humans were much more complicated then you were lead to belive.

"yes of course..." you paused clearing your throat quickly looking at the open page then flipped it seeing the next images. The ships, and graph of births declining... the population crisis, the beginning of the mighty kryptonians demise.

"When our people began scouting the galaxy less and less found their soulmates because we were soo scattered and so pairings dropped and so did births which began effecting economy and age gap parings suffered because their mates werent being born. Suddenly things took a nose dive mates weren't being born families were suddenly being cut short and many bloodlines died off... Over sixty percent of noble houses were wiped out in three decades, suicides were on the rise there was no point to life if you couldn't be happy or have a family" you explained flipping another page letting the both of them get their fill. Both pages were full of house crests and a little information on what each one represented, what their houses did for krypton notable mentions and such.

You flipped again this time showing images of the amniotic chambers. Huge glass towers that grew 'artificial' kryptonians. It was a leap forward in science. They had learned to play god, create life without any comprises. Your own eyes scanned the image a small foetus in a sack and a few around it larger and more developed. It was how your own life began.

"We turned our attention to a amniotic chambers, scientists and doctors could suddenly make anyone children! Mates or not. There was a huge baby boom but, it did nothing for the planet or its people" you explained slowly even saying it sounded strange now that you were older, but then again you'd been taught that this had been wrong. This it was the mistake that had started krypton's downfall. You'd been raised in the old ways, with old values.

"Over time it was seen as primitive to actually seek out your mate and birth a child naturally even having sex became pointless. Why go through that pain when you could have one made and delivered to you when its born?"

"So they were farming babies?" Martha asked incredulously unable to fathom such a thing. It was far fetched, the idea to make fake children? To be able to have a child without carrying them or birthing them but they were your own flesh and blood?

"Yes Ma, but more then that... when we turned our back on natural birth and mates we lost a lot of ourselves and had to use a codex to give the new generations traits and keep some semblance of our race instincts... but even that became political all birthed children had to become more beneficial to society. Loyal, strong, intelligent, beautiful, compassionate, nurturing. And at the same time you could choose the look of your child, their sex, their presentation." You explained voice getting smaller as you spoke it was uncomfortable to talk about parents could determine everything about you. Your sex, pigmentation personality, hell your parents could choose specific moles and birthmarks of they wanted a late 'morphing' session a few weeks before you were born.

"Presentation?" Martha frowned not fully understanding. You nodded to her sparing a glance before quickly looking away. It was strange explaining anything that remotely eluded to pairings and mating with her. She was a human and didn't understand. You found it unnerving, everyone just knew these things back home.

She didn't understand it and sometimes it frustrated her making her snip at you and Clark. She didn't mean to but it was just hard for her to fathom a race evolving and still retain some animal primitive instincts. Humans didn't keep much of theirs, the only ones you were aware of was their self preservation- their undeniable need to stay alive for as long as possible apart from that? They had escaped everything else. The bottom line was humans didn't have soul mates and Kryptonians did, and no matter how much the woman wished Clark was a human, he wasn't and he never would be. Martha had been able to ignore it on a day to day basis. To all intents and purposes when Clark wasn't in his suit she could pretend he was normal. Until you came along.

Not that you think she didn't like you, because she loved you, you were sure of it. It was just, sometimes Martha had to look away as you and Clark bonded. She didn't see mates, she saw her adult son fawning over a love struck teen.

"Will they be alpha, beta, omega or a new non-type" you hummed quietly trying not to dwell on the subject not wanting to upset her. Martha drew in a deep breath and nodded to you soaking up the information. You could see she was trying, she wanted to understand it was difficult for her.

"So if I wanted a blue eyed blonde boy I just had to say?" She said veering off topic slightly wanting to move on swiftly but didn't want to out right say 'lets talk about something else'

"Sort off, eyes can only be dark. Blue, green, pink, grey and amber eyes were traits only found in true borns, these traits died out. Everyone had a dark brown or black eyes occasionally you could have a very dark blue or green but bearly noticeable"  you brushed over the topic as quickly as you could whislt still giving a few extra details. Clark grinned at you and made a passing comment of 'that's why my eyes fascinated you soo much?' Both he and Martha chuckled as the comment made you flush and nod slightly. It was true, you'd been enamoured with his eyes never having seen blue before... and they were soo blue it was like looking into the purest cleanest pools of water your ever seen! Gorgeous and vibrant. it had been a little ongoing tease of Clarks commenting that you were 'staring again' when ever he caught you gazeing at his azure crystal clear eyes.

"Krypton was quickly overpopulated and began draining our planets resources quicker, then they looked to the core... the beating heart of the planet" you said turning the page adamant you were not going to be caught up eyeing him again for the hundredth time today.

"And they drained it?" Clark said leaning mover your shoulder looking at the diagram of krypton that briefly explained how the core was depleted and what a calamity it was.

"Yes. It took a millennia but we bled our planet dry... It became a dry desolate place but had huge glistening cities! Technology you could only dream of! Krypton was the envy of many other planets, our military might alone ended wars in days..." Clark frowned. Military? So not only did krypton become a harsh dictatorship they had been going to war? Enough that they were a feared adversary?

You winced as Clarks face darkened at the mention of war. He didn't like fighting and killing but krypton? In its hay day was the front runner. Its military protected the planet but also dominated. It you wanted to win a war it was the kryptonians you wanted on your team, your soldiers were bred for war, just like the omegas were bred for breeding. Clark growled, eyes skimming the page that praised and boasted about the great many wars that they had won, the enemies they had crushed. You swallowed and flipped a few pages quickly skipping the small chapter on the military past.

You skimmed the next page quickly, there were no images on the next few pages. You paused remembering when you'd first worked studied this chapter. You'd been around eight years old, sitting in Mrs Nirn's class chewing your pen as you read ahead zoning out.

You had wanted to understand why things were so different from what your parents upbringing had been. You wanted to know why there were no little boys in your class, why were the lights off? Why couldn't you have a little sister like your father? Everytime you asked an adult they always vaguely mentioned 'things aren't how they were before' but no one had ever answered your follow up questions 'before what? What happened?'  And this was the chapter that explained everything, that shed light on your peoples recent history.

"Love? Mate are you okay?" Clark asked worriedly watching as you seemed to drift off into your own little world. You jumped and faced him as his warm palm met with your back, slow soothing circles rubbing your tense form slowly. You smiled uneasily and nodded to him before taking a deep breath. He had to know, it was your duty to teach him what happened. It was your place to enlighten him on his own importance, he had a right to know how he got to earth.

"W-We began racing towards calamity there was huge protests, people realised we were not going to last and there would be no escape. But the government decided to call a meeting over it- Jor El decided to plead the council to stop the mining but he was ignored the meeting was just for show a ruse to try and quell the masses... Then Lara began pleading with them to think of the consequences" you said quickly finding your voice again recounting the events that began his own story, the role his parents had played in the prolonged survival of the planet and that ultimately lead you to him.

"My parents?" He said slowly recognising their names once more. You nodded glancing to Martha, you didn't really want to keep bringing up your alphas birth parents in front of the woman you didn't want her to get upset or think she was any less significant. Lara may have birthed your mate. But Martha had raised him, shaped him into the glorious gentle and caring male that he was. Martha seemed to know you were worrying over upsetting her and smiled encouragingly before  placing a reassuring hand on your back below Clarks patting you sweetly.

"I'd like to know too dear, I want to know about the people who gave me my son" she cooed slowly making you bite your lip and take a deep breath muttering a meek 'okay if your sure' under your breath.

"They were strong and kind, serious though and realistic. They both avidly protested about the continued abuse of the planet and warned about the imminent destruction of krypton... it wasn't until to coup that anyone new why."

"Why? What was the reason?" Clark said eagerly paying you his full attention. He was both excited and anxious about learning of his actual parents, everything he thought about krypton seemed to be wrong. On a whole he'd convinced himself that his home planet was almost a mythical place that was good and pure perfect! But it was the complete opposite, he didn't want his fantasy of perfect parents to be shattered too. And there was always the fear he'd been abandoned simply because he was an unwanted child or defective in some way.

"She was pregnant with the first natural son of krypton. They didn't want you to be born just to die after a few weeks of life. You were born in your family home. No doctors or machinery, nothing but your mother and father." Clark let out a breath soaking in the information. Zod was right. Jor was telling the truth? He truly was the first natural born kryptonian? It was there in black and white! Not hear say! He didn't have much time to relish in the relief as you continued quickly.

"A few days after your birth Zod made his move to attack the council, his move was partly spurred on by the civil unrest and protests all over the planet." Another few pages were turned as you bypassed all the nitty gritty details of the coup and violence, the protests  and downfall of many proud houses dragged out of their homes, the riots and looting as the military began fighting internally and the police force all but abandoned their duty.

"My birthday?" Clark said lightly dragging his fingers over an image of himself. A still taken from the footage of his birth, he was in a small oval crib with a blanket over his waist and lower half. Beside him was Lara and Jor watching over him. And at the top of the page a date. Both in kryptonian and earths calendar.

"May? I was born in May? Ma look!" He said sniffing quietly looking at the page in awe. That was him, his parents! They were there! He gazed at the image excitedly, he never new his real birthdate, his parents had guessed but here it was. The exact date! His actual real birthday. He wasn't an Aries. He was a Taurus. He never believed in star signs but, somehow he felt better knowing.

"I see that son, you were perfect and so tiny~" she said slightly tearful herself. This was bittersweet, she had to listen and watch as her son, the boy she raised found out the truth of how he came to her. She didn't doubt he loved her but she was always frightened of him leaving her behind in a way, the terror of him forgetting her and choosing someone else replacing her was almost too much. But at the same time Martha owed a lot to the couple that had entrusted her with their son, she would be lying if she wasn't curious about them and the reason Clark was here.

"Your father in an effort to protect you entered the amniotic chamber and stole the codex. He was hunted for it but by the time anyone could intervene or arrest him it was to late. He had sealed the codex inside of his son. He was the final kryptonian so should be able to carry all traits." You explained turning the next page seeing the image of the chamber Jor ha infiltrated. The codex sitting proudly in place.

"He.. he risked his life? To save me?" Clark breathed out barely whispering the words as he leant forward clasping his hands together tightly. You faltered and looked to him shocked, he hadn't known? You all new that Kal was sent to earth with a stalagmite key with his fathers conscious, had Clark not managed to activate it? Here were ships all over this planet, kryptonians had tried to settle here but... For some reason they just couldn't seem to survive for long. No one knows why, connection was lost.

"He... Gave his life to save you. Zod was the one who caught onto your fathers plan and... He confronted him and your mother. Tried to kill you, your existence; the proof of a natural born was... it would have destroyed his cause... it would have proved him wrong" you uttered slowly unsure how you could tell him the truth without upsetting him, it was a delicate matter. Clark ushered you closer managing to tuck you under his arm holding you as close as he could to his side, then began murring out at you as he felt the nerves, the tangled feelings of fear , grief regret and sorrow. Each one coiling around the other making for an uncertain overbearing pull.

You didn't mean to but you were tugging the bond, looking for approval. Nervously searching for some inclination that he was alright. Prodding at him tentatively trying to peak at his feelings. But you were still uncertain of how to do it without being pushy? On krypton it was said to be unseemly to pry at your mate, normally things flowed freely to forcefully take a look deeper into your mate was... rude and could be construed as not trusting your mate.

Clark didn't know that though. Was it bad? Cruel of you to omit that little social detail so he wouldn't be annoyed at you for it? Was it manipulating? Clark hummed leaning his head ontop of yours, resting his cheek on your crown and placed a sweet kiss to your hair.

"I know... I- he told me on the ship when I found out about krypton... when he told me of mates" he said calmly. You released a low whine nodding to him purring up at him as your shoulders relaxed, slumping once more in relief. You'd been wound up over that. It wasn't like his father would be alive now anyway, but telling him of his families demise wasn't really something you took pleasure in.

"O-oh.. okay well then...err your father was a warrior and fought him, he gave your mother enough time for her to launch your ship. Zod finally over came your father but it was too late, you were almost out of the atmosphere." You swallowed steeling yourself as you continued your tale, recounting the incredible events that had taken place, changing history and the fate of your race.

"Zod instructed all his units to shoot you down, but your mother had used a incredibly illegal amount of resources to make sure your ship's boosters and armed defences were at peak and you made it out"

"So That's really how I left? During all that? I thought Jor had dramatized it... but he hadn't and.." Clark trailed off in thought. He was telling the truth he had been a little sceptical, he couldn't help it he had over thought it afterwards. Managing to think himself into doubting Jor's story picking at it, almost convincing himself the story was a little too convenient.

"It got worse, zod and his men were sent to the phantom zone and your mother was tried for treason. But everything stopped when the footage came through." Martha who had remained quiet listening to you patiently taking in the new information.

"Of what?"

"Clarks birth, it was the first time in centuries anyone had managed to naturally birth a son, a true born son. It was big news and that when the council began to listen, really listen" you shrugged unsure how to explain the magnitude of what Clarks birth actually meant. Unless you were a krypton native you just didn't get it. You  finally closed the book and held it in your lap eyeing both Clark and Martha.

"Then the laws changed krypton accepted its fate, it would die. But not without hope for its race to continue. And that's how we ended up as we were... the draconian backwards planet." You didn't go into detail, over the past few weeks you'd let things slip. Martha and Clark both shared a look. You were almost ashamed of your home. The differences between the totalitarian measures your people resorted to were frowned upon in this country. You felt stupid in a sense. You knew it was only natural to be slightly out of touch on this new home but? You just hadn't realised how much. The freedom and basic human right's you'd been denied! You were taught to belive in Kal. He was effectively used as propaganda, as a reward. If your good and obedient he will accept you. If not? Then you will fail both him and your race.  

"The council watched you used as much energy as it could spare to watch you grow. Then you presented! Alpha, just as we'd hoped. Overnight everything changed again, we had hope and direction. Children were commissioned once more females only, and only women that have a recessive omega gene were allowed to have a child..." you reiterated the fact that females were the only gender allowed to be created. It was the most important rule of your people in the end. Only a female omega could replenish a race.

"But couldn't you make them omega? You said you could choose things like that?" Martha asked frowning not following. You cursed and shook your head you knew you'd confuse them somehow by leaving something out. It was difficult trying to remember all the details about the last chaotic years of krypton.

"No, with the codex gone we couldn't control the genes as much, we could force the child to be female but that was about it. They tried but it was hard creating a definite omega no one could really tell until we presented many were betas or the non type there were very few of us. It was just pot luck." And it was pot luck, out of one hundred girls only fifteen to seventeen would be omega. If the percentage were over that in a generation then it was seen as a 'bumper crop'

"We were made and raised to be your omega. Every one of us was taught about earthling ways. Taught about how to birth and raise pups."

"You were raised to be my mate?" Clark said frowning. He found it strange. You bit your lip chewing on it. You debated on how much he really needed to know, because  honestly now you were here? And experienced earth first hand, now you'd met and spent time with your alpha. You understood how... creepy it would be? But then again if you lied he could realise you had when he reads more of the books here. You drew another breath releasing your lip from between your teeth and hissed quietly deciding it would be best to tell him.

"Yes. Our whole education was based on you and was meant to prepare us for life on earth. You have to understand, you were worshipped like a god. You had the abilities of our earliest ancestors." You began trying to dull down the in depth education you'd received about his upbringing and family. Yet still make him understand just how ingrained he was in your upbringing.

"You are? The epitome of the perfect kryptonian,  proof of how great we once were! Your the perfect male. Being your omega was-is the greatest honour any kryptonian could have. And the only way to survive, only Kal's omega would have the last of the cores power used on her to move her off planet. Her saftey was the most important thing" you explained finally petting him see just how incredibly precious he was. His eyes grew wide as he truly began to understand. This wasn't all talk, and you hadn't been joking when you called him the golden son god among men. That's what you all believed. He was worshipped. It was a sobering thought.

Clark tightened his hold of you hand trembling, palm a little sweaty against your hip. He made to speak but didn't seem to be able to find any words. He couldn't make a sound. It was too surreal for him. Some called him a god here, but he was able to just brush it off, ignore it as an exaggeration. But on krypton? They had meant it. Literally.

"So every girl was raised to... Become Clark's wife? To have children? That's it? No ambitions of your own just... grow up and have babies?" Martha uttered quietly but there was an underlying sadness, she seemed to be offended for you. Which you found peculiar, here the lines of gender were blurred. Krypton raised females to breed, then once they present they were taught other skills to be useful and pay their way.

"Yes. It was... Just how things were, we were taught how to raise children and what to expect with Kal... taught to cook and earthling ways to an extent mainly laws and language but mostly our education was about history and child rearing." You said of handedly trying not to incite anger from the woman. You knew it was hard for her to imagine your homeland. It was harsh and soo different from here. There were regimes like krypton on this planet but they were seen as hostiles and stood against everything this country stood for.

"How did they know? I mean with you? How did they know your were mine"  Clark said quickly managing to intercept what he believed to be a long rant from his mother. She had already made up her mind about krypton, she hadn't said it but she didn't need to her face said it all.

"Your mark apparently we share a mark which is unique to our bond and yours had activated. The council called all the omegas that had presented and searched for your mark. I was the one to have it. I was your mate" you said vaguely to be honest you didn't even understand it properly yet, it was one of the things you were hoping to find out looking through these books.

"And then after finding it they sent you here?" Clark uttered quietly. He was soo wrapped up in loving you, understanding these instincts and just basking in your presence. That he hadn't really stopped to think about the actual journey, surely it had been your choice? Especially when the cost was soo great. But there was a foreboding in your demeanour it left a heavy cold feeling in his gut.

"Yes. My parents- they had five minuets to say good bye and load me into the ship. The council didn't want to cause a panic and wait, I was wrestled into the ship by my father" you spoke weakly. You hadn't thought much about it, you had nightmares. But that was it, you tried avoiding it, blanking it out... not unlike the adults as you were growing up. In your head there was here and now on earth with your alpha and then before. Before became the codename for life on krypton. Before meant your parents, the rules, pain and fear! Before meant anxiety and death.

And now? Now was the time to let them know. Sure they understood the logistics. You were sent here to your mate. But they didn't know the actual story- the chain of events that lead to your arrival. And for the first time since getting here you needed to get it off your chest. Let it out and be done with this chapter finally let go of the fear and guilt you'd bottled up.

"I was terrified, and I fought but? Not hard enough I couldn't hold on to them either of them! The told me that they loved me and everything would be okay but it wasn't- I was about to kill them... I just" your bottom lip wobbled and your voice came out  strained, you fought to get the next words out. Clark murred and tried to comfort you, feeling the fear and anxiety. The guilt and devastation in your bond was... it sickened him feeling such sorrow. But it did no good, he tugged you up and sat you on his lap curling around you, holding you to his chest desperately wanting to sooth you. Ever ounce of him was trembling the need to cheer you up and tend to you was astounding.

But even through all that need and instinct, he knew he couldn't. You were mourning, not only you parents but your race, way of life, your home, your planet! It would be a heavy blow to anyone least of all his delicate young omega. He didn't speak, he didn't want to interrupt, you needed to get this out. He needed to know what happened so he could help you.

"Then my dad... He was the one to strap me i-in... he was the strongest there... the others couldn't have held me down long enough. The ship closed... locked and that was it I was off to earth." Silence reigned as your new family took in what you'd said. They hadn't realised how you'd come here... Clark thought you came willingly, happily boarded the ship to get here. He hadn't even considered your fear and the weight on your shoulders.

"I felt it. The planet die. All the teachers said that you'd be asleep before it happened but I wasn't. It was the loudest and most frightening thing I'd ever heard. It rocked the ship, then the debris... it was like a monsoon, a deafening rain storm of rocks the earth and foundation of krypton itself." Your took a deep breath leaning against Clark pressing your back into him twisting your head slightly resting on his shoulder trying to tuck your face into his neck. Seeking him as your only comfort. .

Clark was finding it heard to hear. He was ecstatic you were here, he didn't care the cost. Now he felt like a bastard. He couldn't imagine hearing and entire planet die. And entire race. You must have felt so scared and alone. He wasn't sure he could handle that type of trauma. Its one thing to be alone hoping you had a homeland. Knowing for certain? That was another thing entirely. Martha hummed watching as Clark got upset and scooted closer placing her hand on your knee while throwing her arm around Clarks back rubbing slowly.

"I p-panicked and tried to change direction, tried rerouting the ships pre-set destination... But it couldn't find krypton. The planet just? Wasn't there anymore, it was so surreal. Instead it continued on to earth, and the onboard computer said I was too panicked to travel at hyper speed so it put me to sleep... the next thing I remember is waking up here... it felt like minuets but had been six months." You ended. It didn't seem right, such a long historic tale ending with you walking up on an alien planet.

All those failures and mistakes rolling one after the other after the other. All the power hungry fools and scientific breakthroughs for nothing. In the end your race had come full circle. An alpha and his omega. Two intertwined souls. The very last paired kryptonians. It was almost ironic, for all the advances and medical wonders in the end nature triumphed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry that you had to face that alone... if I'd known I would have come and got you, I would have never let krypton die-" Clark started apologising holding you tighter dipping his head to yours resting his nose on your hair breathing you in swaying you sweetly.

"No. Krypton had to. We couldn't risk another Zod on your new planet. Your abilities in an evil power hungry kryptonian? It would have been chaos. We knew that we had to start fresh but cohabit a planet. Not rule it. That's why we needed kryptonians to be birthed here." You cut him off quickly. He didn't have to feel responsible,  krypton made their bed and they could lie in it. They strayed too far and had failed, destroyed themselves.

"Zod came. He tried to take over but I... I killed him, id found a ship and my father explained a few things to me, told me about my mate that would be sent to me I looked for you in zods men. But he laughed saying id never find you- the final straw that made me kill him was when he laughed saying you were dead." Clark hissed voice becoming dark as he remembered Zod. The cruelty the man had, the utter madness was something that ha7nted him. He feared that was the true nature of kryptonians, that one day he would become another Zod.

"You did the right thing. Zod was corrupt. The codex can sometimes corrupt a child and feed them too much. His loyalty and strength were... maddening. He was meant to be a soldier he wanted to be a dictator, even on krypton. That's what the coup was about. He was trying to overthrow a high ruling government" you said before slowly untangling yourself from your mate. He released you, hands still hovering as you stood and brushed yourself off. You sniffled and wiped your eyes before excusing yourself scaling the small steps of the ship. Clark made to follow you as you disappeared into the ship needing a few moments alone. Martha held him shaking her head understanding you needed a little breathing room.

You couldn't help it, the feelings came back, the terror and anxiety panic and self loathing. It was nauseating, you'd not really managed to come to terms with the deaths of your family, deaths that you caused. You'd managed to ignore it? Being in a completely new environment you'd almost convinced yourself you were on a trip, a holiday and that your parents were at home safe and sound. It probably wasn't healthy but its what had managed to get you through all this. But saying it outloud? Recounting it had brought everything to life.

You huffed rubbing your eyes as they teared up, seeing all this in here was hitting home. The priceless artefacts and wealth of knowledge surrounding you only solidifying the fact krypton was gone. That it was your duty to keep all this heritage alive. Your job to birth a race and find a way to integrate into this alien world. It was a terrifying prospect, soo much responsibility for a single young female. And you had to bare it alone along side the guilt of being your planets demise.

You quickly wiped at your face sniffling as you felt Clarks approach. Ducking down you looked into the satchel that you recognised as your fathers old pack. You jumped as Clark crouched behind you pressing two heavy hands on your shoulders massaging them before dragging you back to him. You sighed hanging your head as he plastered you to his front,  strong arms slowly winding around your waist.

"Its not your fault, you couldn't have saved them." He said softly pressing a chaste kiss to your neck breathing you in, scenting you. It was something else that was strange at first but Clark had mastered quickly. He noticed that if he gave in to some of these... instincts he could calm you down. Scenting you, coupled with touching you coddling and holding you close seemed to be the most effective way to sooth you when things began to get too much. When you got overwhelmed, but he held back in front of his mother. She was still uneasy about the age difference.

"I could have fought harder-" you whined feeling yourself tremble, the severity of what happened the reality of it crushing you. You began huffing, taking deeper breaths holding them trying to fight the fear and sobs. You couldn't afford this self pity you had a job. A duty to your people and you cant fail! You wont because then it was for nothing-

"Omega." Clarks voice grunted, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was strange, he sounded firm and stern. A real alpha reprimanding, commanding you. You shivered. It was both frightening and sexy. Perfect. You peered back at him, a few tears escaping followed by a single mewl as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

"Nothing you said would have stopped them. Nothing. From everything you've told me, the one thing that stands out is krypton did as it pleased. A tiny thing like you never would have stood a chance" he cooed down at you somehow maintaining his authority but in a gentler way. The light growl almost soothed you, it sounded like his murr but deeper and had more conviction.

"I... I know but it... It wasn't meant to be me. Wasn't meant to happen, they always said it was the end but?" You tried to get out the feelings but for some reason you couldn't put words to them. It came in waves, as ecstatic as you were to be here with your mate, relish in the presence of your incredible alpha. You also wanted your parents, your home and all the things you'd been brought up with. You were selfish, you'd wanted it all.

"No one ever really believes a world can end love" he breathed out slowly. Still pressing close to you sniffing and kissing at you, tucking his hands below your tshirt rubbing the warm palms on your flat tummy making you relax.

"So what's this then?" Clark said motioning to the satchel you were fiddling with. You cast a glance to him and smiled sadly.

"My dads... they were allowed to pack things before we got tested... just incase and...They didn't have long to gather things- god I hope there's a photo! And my-" you were cut off as he chuckled and moved closer hooking a finger around the opening tugging it lightly.

"Jurashnir stuffie?" He said making you flush and gape. You were surprised he even remembered. But it warmed your heart that he did remember such a small detail, a passing comment really. It showed he really did listen and take in what you said, even if it was silly anxious prattle.

"Yes that" you hummed face glowing in a sweet blush. And began pulling the bag open fully digging you hand inside.

"I hope she packed it too" Clark chuckled holding the bag open wider so you could see more of the things inside. You already recognized some things, your mothers perfume she used on the rarest of occasions. Your fathers military id pin some clothing and jewellery that they treasured the hair ornaments your mother wore on their ceremonial binding. Then there was the all important photo, you closed your eyes glimpsing the image. No, it was too soon for that, you couldn't look at their smiling faces yet, not after killing them.

Then you felt it. Your stuffie the one that had been with you since you were brought home as a new babe. You yanked it out eyes watering as you pulled out the toy. Clark eyed it with a smile, it was like a chinchilla small round and cute, huge eyes and adorable. You held it close overwhelmed by it, which was stupid, it was a bloody toy, but brought so much comfort. You nuzzled it, rubbing the tiny ear between your fingers like you had thousands of times before.

"I- sorry it..." you breathed out quickly pulling the toy to your lap twiddling the fur on it humming. Your cheeks glowed feeling embarrassed from being so childish, getting so caught up in having your treasured toy with you.

"No. Don't apologise" your alpha was quick to argue with a wide grin eyeing the toy himself with a relieved expression.

"I'm glad you have something from home to comfort you" and he did. He wanted to help make you more at home here, and if a little stuffie did that he wont complain. It will have pride of place on the bed both here and when you finally return to Metropolis with him.

You smiled slowly bringing to toy to your chest clutching it close with one hand almost afraid of releasing it now you'd been reunited. You handt realised just how much it meant to you until you face not having him. Your other hand felt around inside the bag and come across a small book. You frowned and pulled it out then flushed seeing what it was. Who had popped that in your bag?! Surely not your parents, there must be a mistake.

You flipped it open and froze seeing your fathers broken English scribbled on the inner cover. A note to Kal.

'This help read. Kal be happy with mate, love her make family' you drew a deep breath and smiled nodding understanding what he meant. Be happy with each other, become a family.

"Ah and Clark... here this is our erm... my dad left this to you mating book... it has everything you need to know about... that" you uttered handing him the book. He froze not expecting to have anything from your parents. He looked over the words and smiled. It was your fathers blessing something he thought he'd go without. Before you could stop him he was flicking through the book scanning the pages and flushing slightly before laughing boisterously drawing his mother into the ship finally giving into her curiosity.

"Well I'll be damned you actually gave me a guide book for sex! Does it have pictures?~" he smirked closing the book and levelling you with a playful stare. You shrunk back squeezing the stuffie in your arms feeling embarrassed pursing  your lips cutely.

"Oh god I don't err? Look just read it okay! Alone!" You growled at him as he still laughed finding it amusing just how flustered you got. He winked at you before quirking a brow at you then peered at the book once more.

"Oh so it does have pictures! Hmm? Must be my lucky day being given free porn"  he exclaimed teasing you happy that you'd seemed to cheer up, even if you were now a little sheepish.

"I-its not porn! Its realistic sex education!" You said flapping at him well aware of the critical look Martha was casting you both.

"Well sweet heart trust me when I say I don't need much tutoring... actually I do... I need lots! But I'm better at practical~ perhaps you could squeeze in a little one on one session?" He purred leaning closer pushing his chest against you humming biting his lip nuzzling you. You shuddered and stuttered tripping over your words. It was at that moment Martha jumped into action.

"OKAY! Right that's enough lessons for one day Casanova, we can leave that conversation there" she huffed standing behind him placing her hands on her hips taking a stern stance.

"What? But ma i was just about-"

"Oh i know very well what you were just about to do son! Behave. And be glad she gave you a raunchy book." The human countered none to impressed with the way Clark seemed to be turning into a cheeky horndog.

"Its just sex education... not raunchy" you muttered quietly hanging your head with a sigh still glowing brightly at the fact everyone seemed to think you'd given him porn.

"I believe you sweety... Come on Clark lets get a move on, we will sort one shelf today then we can relax in the garden" she assured you before ordering Clark nudging him with a foot making him pout.

"But ma?" He whined suddenly transforming from eager alpha to leading child that made you giggle. He really was cute, cuter then you'd thought he'd be.

"No buts. You want to take this stuff to your little club house today don't you?" She snipped prodding him harder with her foot with a smirk.

"Fortress Ma. Its a fortress" Clark huffed rolling his eyes sending you a wink only to yip as Martha toe punched him a little harder in warning.

"Mm hmm call it what you want, when a son builds himself a hidden little mancave and only lets certain friends in, its a clubhouse. No matter how big or high-tech it is" she drolled making you chuckled at the two. It was nice having the motherly woman around even if she was struggling with the new situation you and her son were in.

"Its not a... whatever, come on you lets sort through this shelf first" Clark finally caved and stood helping you up deciding to pick his battles... he had to keep his mother sweet if he was going to convince her that you could move in with him, be it his room here or his appartment in Metropolis.

[alittlereclusive]

Alright;

1. The big three things for me are my sensory issues, special interests and my art. I have quite severe sound sensitivity and lots of loud noises overwhelm me very easily, which is awful so I prefer to avoid other people as much as I can. In terms of special interests I'm currently big into dark souls and warhammer 40k and I've also been interested in yugioh and doctor who for my whole life, but those come and go. When I'm big into an interest it's often the only thing I think about for hours on end, I'm mostly able to work around them but sometimes it impedes my ability to do uni work. As for art, I write (and I'm currently doing a degree in it) and a lot of what I write about relates to my experience as an autistic person. My characters tend to be fish-out-of-water types and I often use my writing to explore my personal issues with masking, identity and my uh... suffice to say, complicated relationship with my family.

2. FUCK shops. Seriously. Shoot them all into the fucking sun for all I care. I need food to live? Don't care! They're so overwhelming and there's always *people* there. An extremely physically unpleasant experience and I hate that I have to go to one every time I need something. Another thing is, the world generally is very noisy, roadsides are the worst because cars and I also find driving very overwhelming + cars are expensive so I can't avoid them if I want to get anywhere.

3. I don't feel particularly comfortable putting down hard definitions of the "fundamentals of autism" becuase there's just so much in there, but I think the experience of it is probably something like this; feeling like you're living in a world that you were never intended to live in and like no one around you understands that.

Calling all autistic/ND tumblr users! So, I’m researching autism and I need your help. I want to know what being autistic means to you. Like, in your opinion, what does it mean in practice for your life.

-How does it make your life different than neurotypical lives, if at all?

-What are life’s biggest challenges for you?

-What are the basic fundamentals of being autistic? How would you yourself define it?

You can answer all these questions, or just one, or tell me other stuff! I want to learn from you. Feel free to reblog this post and reply in the tags, or respond directly, or whatever! 😊

[starryfreckles]

Flavie and Ayumi Live (26 mai 2020 on YouTube francetv slash) 

Translation/Summary -

(I apologise in advance for the typos. i didnt really read this over tbh)

Interviewer: Where are you at the moment?

Flav: I’m at home, in my room

Ayumi: I’m at my country house in my room. [Her friend joined her there when deconfinement happen and now they’re living their best life. There’s sun and everything is good]

Flav is chilling “la vida loca” she says

Is it not too frustrating to live this 6th season in confinement and SKAM France has a reputation of having very involved fans and with the screenings?

A: Yes, its very frustrating but then again it’s something that I haven’t really lived the projections with the fans so I dont know what it does. But just the feedback of social media is incredible. Its a good preview at what can happen in a live screening.

F: Yea I agree. It is frustrating but seeing everyone on social media is kind of reassuring and comforting and like Ayumi said, we dont know that [the screenings] so its not that frustrating.

what kind of reactions have you guys had on social media?

[flav and ayumi arguing who goes first. Its the cutest thing ever. Flav always wants ayumi to go first]

A: Just love and positivity. On my end is really incredible. I thank everyone. It’s really just incredible.

F: Its so wonderful. At night, I really try to read all the dms on instagram and even if I cant respond to everyone, know that I read everything and I translate everything that isn’t in French. If I  were to reply to everyone, it would take a long time so that’s not possible. I dont speak all the languages of the world so I copy and paste is translate to understand.

-video cuts out-

I: we were talking about fan reactions so let’s continue. Have you gotten any that made you surprised, laugh, smile, made you emotional, etc?

A: what is beautiful is that ive gotten many messages from girls and boys who said that they had similar a similar relationship to Lola and Maya in the sense that one helps the other more because of addiction problems. And that’s always nice to hear that they just wanted to thank skam for writing and portraying this kind of story. And of course the reaction of la mif. It’s true the character Jo has been loved by fans. She is so funny and so great and she’s [actress who plays jo, louise] really like that in real life. Like literally from A to Z

Flav agrees.

A: “Louise just played Louise” and it’s just so funny. And everyone online says they want to be friends with jo becuase she made this joke pr did that but she’s really like that.

F: she’s always joking

A: and she just comes up with stuff on the spot

I: we really just can’t wait to see La Mif reunite and see how they are in real life because they are just awesome on screen.

Flav and ayumi agree

I: Maya’s arrival to the season that was a little intense, let’s not lie, is like a ray of light. What does that do to you for having that role of the character who brings light and wonder? (This is kinda hard to translate)

A: its incredible to bring that kind of message, like you said, this light. She is totally this kind of girl that I would love to be friend with. It’s hard to explain. It’s just so beautiful. Maybe flav has something to say.

F: it’s true that you and La Mif brought a light for everyone. Even me when I see my family and close ones they say that they are so funny and new and that they felt my pain [as lola] even if its a show and its feels weird to see you like that because you’re close to us but seeing them [lola + la mif] is a good mix. And ayumi you bring so much like when your face lights up when Lola comes up the stairs its incredible.

A: its a chemical reaction. Its incredible. But flav I saw you on screen and everything that you brought, what David saw. And we lived it but for us it seems natural and on screen and rediscovered the characters and the chemistry at the same time as everyone else.

Flav and Ayumi saying that they havent seen the whole thing before hand and are constantly check their phone for new clips. They have the notifications for the YouTube channel.

F: we at least have the hours for the clips AT LEASTT and thankfully

A: which flav sent me because I didnt have them and she left me panicked for 2 weeks and then she finally sent them over.

F: its great. They’re on my fridge and I cross off each day with my parents and we are one it. My dad everyday is like there’s a clip. So funny.

I: Just so we’re on the same page, there’s a clip today right?

I: [fan question] what do you love the most and the least in the character you play?

A: flav please start

F: I love her “who the fuck are you talking to me like that” and her fuck you attitude. I love that she shows off that nothing moves her but deep down not really, like everyone I guess. I love that about her and she’s so natural. I love her, I really love her. Something negative. That’s hard.

I: you are a very happy, bubbly person. Is there not her depressed, dark side that bothers you?

F: well lola is just full of emotions where we’re going to see everything. But really what I dont like is her fashion sense.

A: im dead. But I was going to say the same thing

F: maya’s fashion sense? You are crazy. And also girl it’s your clothes they used as costumes

A: no no but people have made edits with you know the big pink coat or my outfit at the supermarket and its there that I realised how ridiculous even if they not really.

F: well I think theyre great. Love the pink coat

A: ill send it to you with fedex. I dont have it but ill send it to you.

F: when we were doing costume fittings I told the costume designer that it was simple and that I would be stealing all of these looks. Im going to take a suitcase, im going to take ayumi’s clothes, put them in my suitcase and go back to Vance with them. And I took nothing from lola by the way. She just doesn’t have a style. She doesn’t neglect herself but its her I dont care attitude, again.

A; I love maya’s engagement and her will towards everything and everyone. Shes a teenager but that’s beautiful to be engaged in many causes. She just really wants everyone, her friends, to be well and happy. But otherwise things I dont like outside of her clothes I dont know. Clothes is like the best answer

F: you forgot about her makeup. The makeup artist did her eyeliner and dots under the eyes and I was there like do the same thing with me!

A: that is really the best thing in all of humanity. It was so cool.

F: honestly. The makeup artist gave everything on you but on me she went in the morning like poof poof ‘well that’s it honey, there’s nothing else I can do for you’

A: you forgot the drama hair!

F: oh my god. She would pour oils and everything you want on my head. “You could like cook French fries”

A: flavie says that but you know she can wear whatever she wants and still look good

F: awe I love you

I: Did the age difference between you hinder your ability to be friends?

A: no not at all. What do you think flav?

F: not at all. Im just the baby of the group, im the youngest but we all so dumb together that we don’t realise

A: exactly. We all act like we’re 7

F: all of us together is horrible. The whole mif. Intolerable.

I: how was youre guy’s first meet?

F: ok let me tell you from my point of view because its quite funny.

A: she was so annoying. She looked at me all weird. she was not cool No that’s not true at all. She was adorable. Trop cute

F: I arrive to the production offices and im with David signing contracts and he says don’t move I have a surprise. And im like oh no what has he brought me a croissant or something and he brings back ayumi. So we start talking for like 10 minutes and I did not who she was actually. And I was like who tf is this. I did not know. And im one point im like so she’s the one who plays Maya? It was so funny. It was cool. And then he brought Maxence

A: from my point of view, flavie was so shy and locked off. And I knew who she was and I was honoured and thrill. She was so small and closed off. But honestly NOT AT ALL. i quickly understood the next day that flavie is a bomb! You understand ?

F: at first maybe you were like “I just want to protect this little thing.”

I: so what was the first scene that you guys filmed together?

Ayumi makes it clear that it’s a scene that hasn’t been released yet. And Flavie can’t remember what it is.

A: flav, you are putting our whole relationship in question!

F: I just dont know!

A: ok but the second scene we did together was the scene of Saturday morning after the first urban party

F: OHHH you right! I remember now!

I: but that’s a great scene that fans loved because of the chemistry and people loved it. How did you create that complexity? Was it the writing or did you try to meet up on your own?

F: honestly, not that much because the problem is that I live in Vance. We really tried to see each other but trains made it difficult to see each other just us two, but it still worked somehow. We worked a lot with David but not so much just us too and yet we still manage to create something really strong and powerful.

A: in between scenes we also just talked all the freaking time. And by the time David said action, it was like we just finishing our conversation in the scene.

F: every morning we were always happy to see each other and we didn’t see each other that much but that honestly wasn’t a problem at all.

I: in the YouTube comments, everyone is slightly making fun of flavie for living so “far”

A: [also starts making fun of flavie] oh yea yea basically 45 minutes.

F: BY TRAIN! By car its like 2 hours and a half, so sorry.

A: you don’t even have a driver license! So you have to take the train!

F: alright I almost have my drivers license! Soon supposedly! And don’t worry ill come pick you up in my ride!

Ayumi makes more fun of Flavie for her hours of driving and her basically driving illegally (in France you can only drive at 18 and flav is 17)

I: what was the most difficult scene to film for you?

F: well im not gonna answer. I can’t answer

A: honestly I dont have any. Oh wait yes yes yes! I just remembered. Flav you do know! It’s the scene where I tell you that ive missed you.

F: oh right! You were sick right!

A: yea I had shrimp for lunch. Bad shrimp and in the scene im in process of dying. I have never been in more pain and discomfort.

F: and I was like why is she angry at me? What did I do?

A: and flav is like are you okay and thank god you were there flav because she was telling me breathe and take it slow. It was the difficult

F: for me the most difficult that we’ve seen is was hard because of weather conditions. It was so cold on the whole set but it was the one where we were around the fire and jo sees eliott for the first time, the first urbex party. We were getting fire embers in our eyes so we were all crying and complaining. It was awful. Louise was actually crying so so hard.

A: it was so funny. Louise was actually crying and was joking at the same time whilst crying. We were laughing so hard.

The say that night was still a lot of fun and then they all went to Quentin’s apartment [actor who plays sekou] and the ambiance on set is better than on screen. It was a lot of fun

A: la mif always has a great time, messing around

F: David would say “FOCUS FOCUS”

I: it was mid November, and we all know skam france shooting is very intense and fast. So David was like a police officers. We cant wait to see the behind the scenes. David in the comments says thank you to all the extras who were there until 4am

F:  oh yea honestly. Thank you– just thank you

A: oh yea flav thanks for that. Its great.

I: we know there’s a clip today with a reunion. And fans are expecting a kiss. Are we getting that moment today?

(Silence)

A: listen if there is a kiss, it will happen at a perfect moment

I: there is a lot of pressure on this kiss becuase there are so many people from the LGBTQ+ community who are saying that this kind of relationship is rarely seen on screen. Do you feel the need to do good?

F: its so well written and directed that we do want to do really well. Ok your turn

A: the want to do good, of crows but its already something we want to do. We are not forcing ourselves, because its already there.

They say that its sad for the time being that they have to continue to fight for rights in the LGBTQ community and Ayumi says that with SKAM its all going to change. They always get lovely messages thanking them.

They talk about the ship name and how fans have decided that is going to be Mayla. Ayumi is happy that its Mayla. Flav wanted Loyla. Ayumi says it was their first “fight” and they weren’t agreeing. Even la mif voted on the ship. It was heavily debated.

I: Are we right to have so much faith in Mayla or are you going to break our hearts?

F: for that you’ll have to keep watching

A: well said flav

F: l’amour gange toujours

I: what is next for you two?

F: not much. Im seeing friends at a distant. Stay safe. I was starting to miss my social life. Not going out too much because I really dont want to get “this vicious/awful thing” so yea “la vida loca”

F: project wise everything is on pause but im on a good path. Crossing my fingers. If it happens it happens. Its destiny

A: its destiny. Same thing. There was a movie that stopped before quarantine and won’t start again but there are castings. Until filming starts again, we are all waiting.

I: it’s funny, everything something is said, it gets translated in the comments in five or six languages. Have you taken something from your character and have you left them something?

A: her joy to live at everything. And give her my body to just exist

F: what I took, well nothing. I gave her 7kg more. Well actually I took from her 7kg. That’s it!

I: who forgets their lines the most?

F: ME! But you too kinda. You just talk SOOO fast you start to stutter

A: I talk too fast and then I stutter and it was so cold that that doesn’t help. So in front of flavie, she really made fun of me.

F: I didnt always forget but sometimes when its really long I forgot.

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Hey! I just read a couple of your drabbles and I LOVE THEM!💙💙

So if you don't mind, could you please do a Harringrove drabble/ficlet based on either of the two (or a mix of both, if you can) Twenty One Pilots songs "Tear in My Heart" and/or "Smithereens"?

Because, for me, Tear in My Heart is very Billy and Smithereens is very Steve👉👈

Thank you!!💜

Ok so love this and you have an amazing mind, just so you know.

This is like a 2 in 1 fic post so :))))

So smithereens and steve work so well together, like

“I go step to a dude much bigger than me/ for you I know that I would get messed up, weigh 153/ For you I would get beat to smithereens”

Like this is just Steve's personality. He got into a fight every season and barely ever wins without intervention. And like i could see him just being so overcome with emotions that he just does what he knows, which is self destruct.

Like with his fight with Jonathan, he almost accepts that Nancy was too good for him and thinks that he might as well take other people with him.

Then with Tommy in the parking lot, it’s not really a fight, but it shows that he has a conscience and fixes his mistakes.

Then with his fight with Billy, he only tries to protect the kids, even if he’s losing miserably.

I could 100% see steve having snuck into billy’s room during the night once (before he really knew about neil), not to do anything nefarious, but just that he had a really bad nightmare, because there was a small power outage, and billy is really good at helping him sleep afterwards.

And let's just say that Billy's alarm clock (which is always set for 5:30am, half an hour before Neil wakes up just to give him peace of mind) doesn’t go off because of the power outage.

And Neil comes to wake up Billy for school because he hasn’t woken up yet, and sees Billy spooning Steve and both boys are snoring and pressing bare chest to bareback, and so deep asleep that Neil lets them sleep, letting them wake up on their own.

And they do. Billy wakes up around 8am, feeling insanely well rested. He smiles and squeezes Steve before turning to sit up from his bed to look at his alarm clock, that’s blinking on and off and reads 3:18am, but the sun’s up and… the house is quiet.

Billy feels the dread settle deep in his chest, and swears he could cry if he were .000000001% more worried.

He hears the creaking of work boots walking around the house and knows, just from the tension lingering in the air, that it’s just an angry Neil pacing in the kitchen/ dining room and waiting for Billy to wake up.

He doesn’t know whether to wake Steve up and tell him to escape out of the window and run or just let him lay there anyway, it’s obvious that Neil already saw.

He let’s Steve sleep and throws a shirt on and slowly walks out of the room into the pits of hell, seeing Neil turn to him with an angry face a brighter shade of red than a firetruck.

As slurs are screamed and Billy is thrown into the walls and has family tchotchkes launched at his face, Steve wakes up after a particularly painful shove makes the wall shake, pushing a single picture frame fall off the wall on the other side.

Steve shoots up after that loud bang and hears a wail and muffled yelling before something else hits the wall. He grabs his shirt and puts it on as he walks out the bedroom door, seeing glass shattered on the hardwood leading to the family room, but what he sees around the corner is so much worse.

Billy’s bleeding in about twenty different spots, body curled in a ball in the corner of the kitchen, Neil standing over him, but turning to Steve with a grin.

Steve feels his blood boil as dots connect and loose ends are tied up, making the connection between Billy's bad nights and the new bruises he’ll sport under his shirt. The way he tries to hide it when he flinches at loud, authoritative men who are bigger than him. Why he told Steve to never call his house and why he is the way he is.

So Steve doesn’t think for another second before launching himself at Neil, slamming him into the floor, but that’s about as much as he wins that fight, because Neil is slamming him back and beating him the same way he did his son.

And billy, let’s admit it, is probably much stronger and a better fighter than his dad, but it’s so hard to fight back against an abuser that has controlled your life for so long. Even when you know you could win and that they deserve it, neil hargrove is still his dad and he could never get it into his head to hit him back.

But Steve was trying too hard to take him down because he was doing the wrong thing and losing terribly, never having won a fight once in his damn life.

Billy’s sitting up against the wall, ribs in excruciating pain and vision blurry, but he sees Steve getting up and kicking Neil once before backing up, and Billy sees his camaro keys in the dish by the front door.

So he stands up as fast as he can, ignoring the dizziness as if that would make it go away, grabs steve’s arm and shoots to the door, grabbing the camaro keys and shooting outside

He takes the driver’s seat, despite his dizzying head, just knew that he’d have to drive for a few miles then they could reevaluate, and Steve was clumsily getting into the passenger side.

Billy had only just started the car when Neil came rushing out the door, screaming threats and slurs as if that would make them stop their escape.

The camaro backed out of the driveway and shot down cherry lane in record time, going to the center of town, the least likely place Neil would cause a scene.

It isn’t until Billy puts the car in park that he can bear to look at steve.

He’s got a bloody nose and his shirt sleeve is torn off, hair disheveled from both sleep and the fight.

But billy looks so much worse.

He’s still hunched to the left from his ribs, he’s got tons of cuts along his arms, legs, and face from, what steve suspects, the broken glass on the floor. He’s also got this wild-animal-look in his eyes. One that screams, I escaped alive, but at what cost?

“Bill-”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Why-- I’m sorry are you asking me why I attacked your dad when he was kicking you while you were, literally, on the floor?”

“Ye--no, I-- but you got hurt, why’d you do that?”

“Billy, what did you expect me to do?” a shrug is all he gets in response--”If you saw my dad doing that to me, can you honestly expect yourself to stand there and watch it happen, or walk away and let it happen?”

Billy turns to face the grocery store--Melvad’s-- that they were parked in front of.

“It’s all weaving together in my head. All the bruises, the jumpiness, how you like to control things, it all makes sense, but what doesn’t make sense is why you wouldn’t just tell me, Bill,”

“And what exactly would you have been able to do about it, huh? You gonna take care of the situation or some shit, Steve? Trust me, I’m used to it and--”

“But you shouldn’t have to be ‘used to it,’ Bill, that’s abuse, and you don’t deserve that shit, not ever,”

Their conversation is halted by a tap on the glass by Steve's window, and the boys turn to see Joyce Byers looking more motherly than ever.

Steve rolled the window down.

“The hell happened to you boys?” she asked but corrected herself with a shake of her head, “Doesn’t matter, just come in to clean up, we’ve got bandages and antiseptic, free of charge,”

Billy wiped away the tears he didn’t know had formed and nodded to her, “We’ll be out in a minute, Mrs. Byers.”

“Joyce, please,” she demanded softly.

“Joyce, of course,” Billy offered a subdued smile.

She walked off and Steve rolled the window back up.

“Thank you,” Billy spoke quietly after a moment. “I’m glad he didn’t hurt you worse,”

“Billy, for you I would get beat to smithereens,”

“Well of course you would, you weigh like 100 pounds, not like you could put up much of a fight,”

“Hey! I gave him a black eye, thank you very much!”

“Oh, well, my bad, baby, then maybe you weigh 150, huh?”

Steve grumbled from the passenger seat, “153,”

Billy chuckled and grabbed Steve's hand over the console, locking eyes and smiling at each other, enjoying their small moment.

“We should probably get in there before Joyce comes out herself?” Steve sighed as he moved to take his hand out of Billy's.

“One more minute, please,”

Steve just tightened his grip on Billy's hand and moved towards the center of the car to rest his head on Billy's shoulder, Billy's head falling onto his.

-

Billy and Tear In My Heart thooooooooo

Like it fits him so well, again this is amazing.

I also see billy as a resident hater of america and it’s fucking government becuase, well, they have a history between his myriad of speeding tickets and, oh what was it, oh yes, the tentacle monster that impaled and possessed him.

And in California, there’s no cold weather where he lives, so there’s not exactly potholes to avoid.

The first time he drives into the cooler states and has to avoid potholes, he decides that his car deserves a vacation after this.

But the potholes become the biggest issue after he and Steve start dating.

He’s absolutely enamoured by this boy, because who wouldn’t be. He respects Billy's limits and can hold his own in arguments, and they fit together like missing pieces of a puzzle.

Steve has changed Billy, not that he’d admit it, but he’s softer now and all of his sharp edges have been baby-proofed. They’re still there and dangerous, but they’re more difficult to be stabbed by.

All the cracks in his heart have been filled with gold, like Kintsugi (a Japanese technique of repairing broken pottery with gold).

And Billy can complain and complain about Steve's clinginess, about his intrusion into his life, and his persistence to stay, but deep inside Billy's never felt more loved or cared for in his life.

But these damn potholes might just make him lose it.

Because billy is anything but a bad driver, he can control the car even when it’s going 45 over the speed limit, but now that steve falls asleep after their movie dates or when they’re coming back from barbeques with the party, Joyce, and Hopper, he’s driving the speed limit.

Which is just appalling.

But some of these potholes are so deep you could dive into them and not hit the bottom.

Like what the fuck, Indiana?

And, one time, Max is with them after a barbeque when Steve falls asleep and Billy slows the car down to what feels like snail speed, but is just the speed limit.

“Why are we going so slow?” Max asked as she leaned forward from the backseat to whisper to billy.

“Steve’s sleepin’,” he said, as if it was the obvious reason.

“You’re whipped,”

“Shut up, Shitbird,”

Max leans back into her seat with a grin on her face at the absolute mush her big, tough brother has turned into for Steve Harrington.

[notphilosopherstudentblog-moved]

another unnecessary dream smp (but not really) mock trial post

last post here

mock trial is not much better, but in honor of the war I did not watch and the SMP I no longer understand, here is pt. 2 of the mock trial post that no one asked for. also, if you want definitions for mock trial words, go to the last post :)

*warning: long post*

Wilbur

wilbur is feral

wilbur is scary

tall white man who is super into roleplay?

I Am Terrified

This man would make me cry on the stand if he crossed me

he scores well as witness and attorney simply because he goes so hard on the roleplay 

he slips into character easily, it’s scary

he gets a lot of mock trial confessions about him because he is Hot 

but he is also loud

he is no longer allowed to play an expert witness because last time he did, he asked to be voir dire’d

and phil went “No more”

he is not very good at memorizing case points

like he remembers the most pointless shit but not the actual theme of his case (which is like the most important part)

he once got points taken off because the judge thought his British accent was fake and he laughed so hard he cried

the entire tournament found out because he was yelling to Phil about it and now if you gets points taken off for an accent, it’s called a “Wilbur”

overall, I give him a 6/10 for hot but scawy

Phil

phil is a mock trial alumnus who came back to coach

and he regrets it so much

the funniest thing is that he doesn’t do it for a job

he does not get paid

he honestly should for the shit he has to put up with

he really has adopted Wilbur, Tommy, and Technoblade

his wife comes into practices sometimes just for fun

I feel like they met at a mock trial tournament 

and that she’s the better mock trial attorney

but they’re both good

there’s really nothing to say about phil other than that, similar to his minecraft hardcore series, he failed mock trial for a dumbass reason

like at his last tournament, he got 19 attorney awards and he needed 20 to qualify for the awards ceremony

and everyone was sad for him

but it’s okay, he has a job as a lawyer now and he’s doing well :) 

and he volunteers to help the children in mock trial bc he’s just good like that

Tommy

as much as I love tommy

and I really do I love him 

he is moderately okay at mock trial

he is a child and he looks like a child

and that is an inconvenience

but not as much of an inconvenience as his pure loudness

he cannot emphasize the correct words

and he stutters a lot 

not a bad thing, but mock trial judges are dicks and will take off for that

as if it’s not a legitimate disability (not saying tommy has a disability or anything, just that mock trial judges are dicks)

can you tell I am salty?

he does not score well with judges but he has been formally adopted by every team

no one can take it seriously when he walks into the courtroom in his suit (which doesn’t fit) and his tie

omfg he once got called a miniature schlatt and he made it his instagram bio for a month straight

he does not like doing research for, or memorizing, cases

he just REALLY likes presenting them

it’s not his fault that he does not score well :(

Technoblade

techno does not score well, but for the opposite reason 

he is super monotone and judges HATE that shit

for like no reason, honest to god

mock trial judges wake up and choose violence

anyway he’s like obnoxiously good at writing cases

like really good

but he cannot present them for shit

he does not have the inflection to be able to give a speech

and he speaks too slowly for a direct or cross

he is not good at roleplaying so he can’t play a witness

he’s on the roster and will sub in for attorney if needed (and he will do very well)

but he prefers to be in the back and just chill

he gives tommy pointers

you know that he wrote a case because they will quote sun tzu, but slightly wrong

and in wildly incorrect scenarios

he knows what the quote is and how to use it correctly

but he just thinks it’s funny

(because it is)

Tubbo

I love tubbo as a concept

I know that he would go headfirst into whatever he gave him becuase he is just that type of person

he is also universally adopted by every mock trial team

his witnesses can go one of two ways

absolutely adorable, sweet, super baby the entire time

or 100% feral, no holds barred, will kill your family

he doesn’t usually win witness awards because he doesn’t always remember exactly what he’s supposed to say or what he is supposed to emphasize

but he is number one in everyone’s hearts

attorney tubbo is okay

he’s not super super great

but he’s sufficient

(this is me projecting)

he is very good and I love him and he is very wholesome

he and tommy go as a pair

where there is one, there is also the other

should I make another post for the others like Niki, Fundy, Eret, etc.? I wanted to include someone else, but my heart isn’t really into it rn

please let me know if you’re actually enjoying these, I crave interaction

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A My Hero Academia Fanfic idea the I will never do anything with. Basically my version of the Mermaid AU (if you like the ideas feel free to use them!)

-Bakugo/Kirishima and Sero/Denki

-Kirishima and Denki are mermaids and obviously live in the sea.

- I don't know much mermaid lore but I think it would be cool if mermaids comes from different sea animals.

- example: Kirishima is bigger, stronger and has his sharp teeth because his family is connected to sharks. (I still think he would have a standard mermaid tail but idk). Denki would have lineage with electric eels and would be able to produce his own electricity the same way (again, do to time/evolution he has a normal mermaid tail).

- because Kiri is part of the shark lineage he is royalty or something while Denki is his trusted friend/advisor.

- obviously mermaids have magic but again, magic abilities varies. (Denkis electircity is a biological trait not magic trait).

-Kirishima is royalty and has magic but most spells or enchantments are banned/forbidden because a lot has to do with enteracting/fighting humans.

-Kirishima knows some spells to control the tide and can communicate with all the creatures in the sea.

-Denki is a secret book worm and reads all about spells, human history, and anything else he can get his hands on. He isn't the best at using magic but he mastered commincation spells so he can talk with anything, even humans.

-interactions with humans are forbidden. Even sirens have stopped luring sailors to death. After many ancient wars, mermaids found it is best to separate themselves from the world of humans and have gone into hiding.

-Their is only one reason a mermaid can go on land and that's the royal tradition/right of passage.

-Kirishima is now of age and must be transformed into a human for a week and live amongst them.

-its suppose to teach him how humans are cruel and won't hesitate to harm him/his kind but things don't go as plan.

-Bakugo and Sero both work at a sea and wildlife rehabilitation center near the shore where Kirishimas clan lives.

-Bakugo is a veterinarian of sorts and takes cares of the animals overall health and well being so they can be released back to the wild.

-Sero is a researcher that studies the animals behaviors, eating habits, etc.

-they bregugingly became good friends after so many years working together and also being roommates.

-after work one day Bakugo finds a passed out Kirishima on the edge of the beach.

-as someone with medical knowledge he can't just leave him there to die, so he kinda ends up taking him in.

-after finding out this guy is an idiot and dosen't know anything about the world around him, he can't let the oblivious foreigner get himself killed until they can figure out how to send him home.

-Sero and Bakugo take him in and try to education him the best they can on what should be common knowledge ("YES YOU HAVE TO WEAR PANTS YOU DIPSHIT AND NO YOU CAN'T EAT THAT MEAT RAW!!").

-Kirishima just tries to learn, make to the end of the week without dying, and fighting his feelings for the loud blonde that saved him.

-"arn't humans suppose to be bad".

-Along the way Kiri slips up and tells them that hes a mermaid. (Maybe they caught him talking to the animals at their work? Idk).

-Sero immediately believe Kirishima but Bakugo is harder to convince.

-but eventually he come around to the idea after some demonstrations of his power?

-The week ends with all of them at the beach Bakugo found Kirishima the first day and together they wait for the sun to go down and Kiri to go change back and leave the human world (and Bakugo forever).

-but that dosen't happen. Actually nothing happens. Kiri is still human and has legs instead of fins well after the sun disappeared.

-after arguing and asking if Kiri got the days mixed up. (He didn't forget what day Bakugo!) They go to the rehibilition center to try and figure whats happening.

-the moment Kiri got close the tanks of fish they all rapidly start trying to communicate with him.

-a lot of injured fish/sea creature have been taken in the last few days after Kiri's arrival.

-apparently they thought Kiri was dead! Everyone think he died on the surface.

-the fish don't know much but they know a dark presence has evaded the kingdom and is taking the throne in his absence.

-Kirishima is full on panicking! He needs to get back home and fight for his people but he can't because for some reason he is still human!

-If only he could contact his friend and ask him whats going on!!

-Sero out of all people, says he might be able to help in this situation.

- Turns out for a YEAR he has been having secret meet ups with Denki at a run down peir near their apartment complex.

-the first time they met Sero thought he was so high he imagined it, but kept coming back to see if it was real and for some reason Denki did as well.

-Sero has been asking question about Denki's life for his research and in return Sero answers Denki's questions about humans.

-Denki is super excited to see that Kirishima in alive and quickly fills him in on what going down.

-apparently the sea witch that did the transformation spell works for a group of villians (League of villians) that are trying to take over the kingdom. They made the spell permanente NOT temporary!

-Kiri is shocked and dosen't know how to handle the situation. Denki says that they haven't gained full control of the kingdom yet but if they want to win this war he needs to return and let his people now he is okay.

-with that said, they devise a plan. Sero and Bakugo will get a boat from their work for a week of "research" and to realese some animals back to their home and Denki would periodically check in with them to inform them of whats happening in the kingdom along with bringing any ancient text that he thinks could help Kiri transform back.

-The only problem with this plan is that someone overheard them...

-Things are slow on their boat trip. Kirishima reading ancient spell books, Sero watching the monitor for any fish that swim by them, Bakugo cooking or comforting Kiri about the situation.

-The only thing that breaks up their boring days is Denki coming back with his updates.

-Denki is being the true MVP of the trip bring back books, magical pendants, food, ingredients needed for spells or anything else the request.

-Sero never hesitates to praise him for a job well done and Denki can't help but blush every time.

-Kiri comes across a few temporary solution for his problem but nothing permanent and he's starting to feel the time crunch with every update from Denki (He knows he won't be able to make these trips soon due to the enemies closing in and he needs to hurry!).

-Kiri can also tell the his magic is lessen in his human form so he dosen't know if he could even pull off any of the bigger enchantments.

-Of course things don't go as plan becuase one night while denki is swimming around the boat talking to Sero and Kiri about mermaids/life while Bakugo slept downstairs, disaster strikes!

-Denki is being captured while the boat is being boarded. They are surronded!

-Not by Mermaids though, but by the head researcher from their work place. (Overhaul maybe?).

-He has been watching Sero closely and knew he surrounded a connection with a creature many thought didn't exist. He waited for the perfect time to strike and take his prize.

-Denki is freaking out for obvious reasons while Sero desperately tries to reach out and help him.

-Luckly, they don't know Kiri is also a mermaid and tie him up to the boat along with Bakugo and Sero.

-Denki is in a small tank and dosen't really have room to move around. Sero, Bakugo, and Kirishima are tied up on the deck of the boat next to Denki's tank.

-slowly they are being transported back to the rehabilitation center to start conducting research on Denki (maybe torture him or sell him for profit?).

-they have to act fast if they want to get out of this alive.

-Denki and Kiri silently communicate in mermish and form a plan to get Kiri, Sero, and Bakugo to safety.

-Sero dosen't want to go through with the plan and instead chooses to stay with Denki to make sure he stays safe.

-When ready, Denki starts using his strong fin to bash against the glass of the tank to cause a distraction.

-his movements are so powerful that the glass starts to crack a bit.

-this gets the guards attention and soon several of them have there hands in the tank trying to get him to stop moving.

-when the guards started to move towards denki, Kiri and Bakugo start cutting their bindings with a shark tooth Kirishima had on his necklace.

-once Kiri and Bakugo arn't attached to the boat they look at denki for the signal to jump over board.

-Denki thrashes hard to get as many of the gaurds near him. And once he does he lets of a electric shock that stuns most of the guard.

-Kirishima and Bakugo dive overboard in that same moment.

-in the water Kiri is silent, almost concentrating while Bakugo is panicking. He needs air! But if they go up for some they we surely be caught.

-In that moment Kiri kisses him and then he can breath. But his mouth his closed. How?

-Bakugo now has gills. Kiri said he has found temporary solutions.

-Kiri and Bakugo smile at eachother in varying degrees of thankfulness and smugness and start towards the shore.

-Back at the boat, Overhaul uses his gloved hand to grab denkis head and smashes it against the glass. Effectively stopping him from electicuting his crew and shutting him up.

-Sero can't do anything but stare and swear that he is getting Denki out of this situation not matter what.

-Bakugo and Kirishima swim to shore and bunker down in Bakugo's family Beach house. (Overhaul has records and knows their apartment adress).

-They are tried, hunger, scaried and any other bad emotion you can think of. But they do have each other.

-Bakugo tells Kiri that Sero is smart and will make sure he and Denki will be safe.

-Kiri thanks him for everything. For saving him, helping him, and just being their.

-And in the silence of the night they fall asleep in eachothers arms.

-Back at the research center: Overhaul is passed the two liabilities got away but is more then happy with the finally capturing Denki.

-Denki is put into a big holding tank to so he has some room to move. Sero is tied up in a chair in the same room.

-Denki pretends that he can't speak their language and can't answer any of Overhaul's questions.

-Overhaul is annoyed with the lack of cooperation is is about to do something drastic when Sero speaks up.

-He says in exchange for not hurting Denki, he will give Overhaul all the research he has collected over the year of know Denki.

-after arguing that it will save him time to go into his apartment and read what he found then start from scratch.

-The research is in a shoe box under his bed that has his weed supplies inside. But thats just a cover for the fake bottom in the box that hides the real goods. Papers and memorabilia all about Denki.

-Overhaul finally agrees and leaves the two for now, but Sero knows that this peace treaty won't last long.

-Once one Sero apologizes to Denki for getting him in this situation in the first place and that he had no idea he was being followed.

-Denki can't really speak human languages while underwater so he quickly shakes his head and shuts Sero down on that train of thought.

-through sign language (that they both learned so the could talk to eachother before Denki figured out how to speak their language verbally) Denki tells him not to worry. He knows that Sero is the a good person and won't try to harm him in any way. He trust him.

-Sero uses this time to tell Denki that he some how become his whole world. His little ray of sunshine he gets all to himself and he will be damned if some is going to take it away from him.

-I don't know how they get out of the rehibilitation center but they do with the help of Bakugo and Kirishima.

-They basically haul Denki over there shoulders and into Bakugos truck where the quickly drive the the beach house and drop him in the pool before he dries out and dies.

-The pool has been switch to sea water with the help of Kiri's magic abilities over the water.

-Once they are all together again they try and plan their next plan of attack.

-Denki dosen't think the can waste any more time and have to go to the kingdom to stop the Villians from take over the entire sea.

-So they say fuck it! They have a mermaid that can electricute people, a broken mermaid that can control the see, a guy with a rich parents that have a equipped fishing boat, and a guy that navigate the sea (bring the weed). They decide to storm the castle tomorrow morning.

-Kirishima decided to sleep out side next to the pool so Kaminari isn't alone while Bakugo and Sero sleep inside.

-Sero and Bakugo take this time to reflect how their life got so weird and how they wouldn't want it any other way if it meant meeting the two that are lightly sleeping outside.

-I don't know what happens in between but I know that for the ending battle is going to be during a huge storm on the ocean.

-chaos is happening all around. Bakugo trying to harpoon the league of villians, Sero trying to keep them all afloat, denki and Kirishima and somewhere in the water trying to fight their attackers off.

-Kirishima got sharks evolved (uses them to get around the water faster) and the royal guards to help fight or something.

-Sero and Bakugo feel kinda useless above water but its fine their safe.

-Until the battle with the league gets disrupted by Overhaul that wants to capture as many mermaids as he can.

-mow everyone is evolved and its getting messy. Who fights who?

- Toga from the league get above water and begins drowning all the humans with her song.

-Men are going overboard on Overhauls ship while Bakugo and Sero try to jam their ear plugs deeper into your ears.

-At some point Sero get knocked over and hits his head so that his ear plug comes off and he hears Togas song.

-He immediately goes overboard and is going to drown if it wasn't for Denki trying to keep his head above water.

-With as much concentration as Denki can muster, he begins chanting a spell of protection that he hopes to Posedion works.

-For once it works. Sero becomes immune to all mermaic magic that isn't denkis own. Sero is safe.

-The spell does leave a white scare like mark of a lighting bolt on his shoulder.

-With Denkis new found confidence in his magic, he goes to Kirshima with an idea.

-I don't know what the idea is BUT it ends with Kirishima a mermaid again the league defeated, dragging Overhaul to the bottom of the ocean.

-the storm clears up. Its sunny.

-After the battle, the group head back to shore. Sero needs to got the the hospital for almost drowning and Bakugo has some cuts that should be looked at as well.

-Nethier group wants to leave they all know they have to go separate way. One to land and the other towards the see.

-They say their goodbyes but they can all tell that more needed to be said.

-2 months have passed since Bakugo and Sero have seen Kirishima and Denki. They have been kept busy at work with promotions (Overhaul can't go to work any more) and the weird storm causing many injured sea creature be put into their care (Does that shark have burn marks?).

-Sero still goes the the old dock in hopes of Denki returning. He understand after that close call not wanting to risk being seen again but he hopes. Bakugo starts joining him on his outings.

-One day after a long day of work, Bakugo sees a familiar head of red hair he always teased used to tease. (Stupid Ariel looking asshole).

-Its Kirishima. He has legs. His running towards him.

-Without hesitation Bakugo launches at Kirishima and kiss him, fish breath be damned.

-He has so many questions can't bring himself to care in that moment.

-Sero who, you know, works and has the same schudule as Bakugo sees the entire interaction and can't help but smile at the scene in front of him.

-He hugs Kiri and asks how is he possibly here right now.

-Kirishima begins a long winded explanation of how he wanted to visit sooner but with the entier kingdom in chaos and the scare of humans knowing they existed cause a lot of clean up for Him and Denki.

-He also says that with better access to the ancient writing and council he was able to find and old tale of mermaid living freely between the land above and below water. He said that it should be ability that all mermaids should posses but was lost to time as the law decreed them not stay away humans.

-technically that law is still in effect and thats why Kirishima is here (plus you know, Bakugo). If he can compile enough evidence to show that not all humans are bad and they should be able to interact with them more. He could come and see Bakugo whenever he wants!

-The excitement that come from Kiri's explenation effects even Bakugo and he can't help but smile. He is going to shove so much evidence down their throats they won't know what hit them!

-After their moment Sero finally speaks up and asks if Denki is okay and if he stayed behind to look after the kingdom in his abstance. Subconsciously running the spot on his shoulder denki marked him.

-That only makes Kirishima smile more and tells him thats the other reason it took so long for him to come here. And promptly told them to follow him.

-Confused the two follow him down the block as Kiri continues to talk about how Denki is shit at magic but tried his hardest and wouldn't let him come up here alone.

-Sero and Bakugo were confused as to what he meant by that until they round the corner and see Denki holding of the sidewalk railing for dear life. All the while cursing Kiri for leaving him and however thought knees were a good idea.

-Sero couldn't help the smile on his face as he called Denkis name and he turned to look at him.

-Denki tried to walk towards him but tripped half way their. Luckily Sero was their to catch him into a big bear hug. Telling him how much he missed him.

-Denki says he missed him more. Denki steps back and tries to stand on his tip toes. He his balance is off and Sero catches him trying to figure out what he's trying to do.

-Once Denki finally understand how to work his calf muscles he leans onto his tip toes and kisses Sero on the lips.

-Sero smiles his biggest smile every and then help Denki walk with Bakugo and Kirishima to their apartment.

AND THATS ALL I HAVE! this was way longer and more detailed then I thought it would be. I only meant for this to be a small little thing and not the entire plot for a fic but I guess I couldn't stop. I even came back to add to this post! I have a problem.

Again, feel free to use any part of this or the entire thing for your own creative purposes! I would love to see if someone actually decided to use any of this for their own work!

[electrika]

zutara rant

ya know after rewatching atla as an ✨adult✨ (well i’m 19 so barely) i have to say i really don’t understand why aang and katara got together in the end...

just hear me out!!!! (btw this is very long, I apologize)

when i was younger i really disliked katara as a character for some reason. really I think it was just internalized misogyny. but ultimately, i didn’t want her and aang together because i thought he deserved better, meaning someone who liked him as much as he liked them.

now i think katara is such as badass and i love her so much. you can be a strong and be femenine at the same time, those traits can coexist and i totally see that now. but ya know, that was my childish reasoning behind being anti-kataang, because i hated katara and wanted better for aang.

as a child i was also anti-zutara, i genuinely liked the zuko and mai pairing, though i really just wanted zuko for myself lol. (and my peanut sized child brain never considered mlm, so zukka wasn’t even on the table, i’m sorry)

but now i think zutara makes the most sense and here’s why:

even from the beginning with book one there’s connections between zuko and katara

“you rise with the moon, i rise with the sun”

katara’s necklace in the water bending scroll episode and the one where zuko tracks them with june’s shirshu

there’s also so much red and blue symbolism with the blue spirit and the painted lady (opposite colors/nations helping what the hate most. for zuko its freeing aang from zhao, for katara its helping the fire nation people.)

zuko learning to redirect lightning which is a move derived directly from water bending

talking about losing their mother in the crystal catacombs

etc.

by book 3, katara has zero romantic interest in aang. sure they kissed at the invasion and it was cute, but when he tries to kiss her again (during the ember island players episode) she was not into it at all. she backs away immediately and said she was “confused” but i think she only said that to spare his feelings.  and in my opinion it’s also because of zuko. katara had JUST made up with zuko the episode before and it’s clear he really understood her. 

a lot of people have been pointing out how katara says to aang and sokka that they don’t understand why she wants revenge on the guy who killed her mother, and yeah its pretty messed up for her to say that to them. especially becuase her and sokka have the same mother and aang’s whole race was wiped off the face of the planet, BUT she grieves differently. sokka even says he doesn’t really remember their mom, he thinks of katara. so the void he may have had for their mom was filled by her. for aang, he had the teachings of the monks about peace and forgiveness, and he had sokka and katara to support him. 

katara didn’t have that experience. she was the last person to see her mother alive. i can imagine that she probably felt tremendous guilt for it and for the fact that her mother died protecting her. on top of that, her dad left to fight in the war, and she was left as caretaker at such a young age. katara was forced to grow up very quickly. 

zuko’s path is kinda similar. his mom left, sacrificed herself for him, and then his father banished him and gave him an impossible task to complete, forcing him to grow up almost instantly. that’s a pretty similar arc in my opinion. so in the souther raiders episode zuko totally understands katara’s need for revenge. i think thats why they understand each other very well.

in the episodes after the souther raiders zuko and katara are so close. he makes a point to sit next to her during the play, they're also very close in proximity when looking for aang before the comet. she’s there to support him when he seen his uncle again, and when he challenges azula to the agni kai for the throne. why did the strongest water bender on earth go with zuko to reclaim the fire nation throne when aang and the rest of the gaang went to fight the fire lord and his army?! (for plot reasons it’s so katara can heal him from the lightning when he essentially took a bullet for her. but wouldn't she be more helpful destroying a navy fleet or their ground troops???) but even so, just being there with zuko instead of aang is a big deal!

another point i have, is that aang HAD to let katara go in order to go into the avatar state. there was a whole episode on it and that’s WHY he died! so him letting her go forces the story to move along. it doesn’t mean they no longer have a connection, but i think with all the mothering and mentoring katara did for him that a romantic relationship between them doesn’t make sense in the end.

also maiko is just not a very healthy relationship. in the fire nation it seemed like they were each others “safe place” away from azul and their respective families. but in the end zuko didn’t trust mai (i think because of her apathy) and she didn’t like his temper which they argued about in the beach episode. she did save him at the boiling rock and while i don’t doubt they care for each other, i don’t think it’s in a romantic type of way. i don’t think either of them knew what love was in their childhood so they assumed it must have been romantic when in reality they just cared deeply for each other (and also i think mai and tylee are gay for each other soooo...)

another similarity between zuko and katara is how they are treated as benders. zuko was always being compared to azula who was quite literally a prodigy. he wasn’t necessarily bad at fire bending but since azula was so amazing he looked weak in comparison but he totally could hold his own with zhao during their agni kai (just like when katara fought master paku). katara was also considered weak. the whole first season until the north pole, she struggles to bend her element. but all she needed was a good teacher. and especially after she met hama and seemed to unlock something in herself, her skills were unmatched. similarly, once zuko found the correct “fuel” for his fire bending and learned to bend it using techniques from other elements, he was definitely a force to be reckoned with. (not to mention he also completely masters wielding dual swords too.) by the end of the show they are both masters of their element. zuko learned from the sun warriors and katara learned from the northern masters (but i’d say it had more to do with hama).

katara and zuko are just too similar and mirror each other too much for their characters to not have a romantic relationship.

i truly think that making kataang canon was a last minute decision because zutara makes the most sense for the sake of the story.

[honey-subs]

hi! this is something i’ve never told anyone bc i know its privilege and i know its nothing compared to what other people go through, but i’d like to share... so basically, im a poc, east asian. i’m very pale(for yall makeup folks, fenty 100 is about right albeit a bit orangey). while pale skin is glorified in east asia, or at least where my family stems from, i live in the states in which sun-kissed skin is the standard of beauty. accordingly, i’ve tried tanning outdoors but i just burn...

*they included a part two and three* and i’m really insecure about it. recently i’ve fallen into a desire to truly love and appreciate myself, but i find it difficult to love my skin because it’s a sign of “privilege” in colorism and yet the opposite of what beauty standards call for. i feel like if i love myself all including my skin it would make me someone who loves my skin BECAUSE its pale. rather, i feel like i can never say i love myself because i fear that’s what people will think...

i’m onot an attractive person by asian or american standards other than my skin which applies to asian standards so i’m honestly just hesitant to be confident... short, kinda chubby, no ass or boobs, glasses, braces, etc.

hello there! please don’t be insecure (i’m the last person to be saying this considering how insecure i am, but still!) i’m glad you’ve wanted to begin loving yourself, because it should be a privilege to everyone that they should themselves and the skin they’re in. you should 100% percent love the skin you’re in, and fuck everyone who wants to make it seem like you shouldn’t.

loving yourself is a very difficult process, and it’s hard to achieve. if you love yourself, you should include loving yourself which means ALL of you, including your skin color. as long as you know that you’re not putting yourself above anyone based on your skin color, then you have every right to love yourself because you’re pale. it’s the skin you’re in, and you can’t change it, so work to love it.

please, don’t care what anyone else has to think because you’re not them, and they’re not you. do you, ma’am. you’re the only you in this world, and you should treat yourself because of that. american standards are all fucked up anyway. if you have a big butt, people think it’s surgery, if you don’t, people criticize you for being flat. if you have big boobs, people think it’s surgery, if you don’t people ridicule you for being flat. being short is cute! chubby is also fucking gorgeous!

i have glasses myself, so i feel you on that struggle, but i’ve learned to actually like my glasses, and you look really smart with glasses (which by experience helps you with a lot of things) and you see better than a lot of people. braces are absolutely 100% pretty! they help out your teeth, and if you’re getting them off soon, then great! if you’re not, then also great because that gives you longer time to learn how to love them!

the point of this is, it’s your job as a person of the world to love yourself. it’s okay if you have trouble or struggle with it, becuase not everyone is born confident. you can’t change it so learn to love it! write down everything you love about yourself and go from there! and like i said, america’s standards are absolute garbage and nothing to go off of.

BE YOU, UNAPOLOGETICALLY, AMAZINGLY, AWESOMELY, SUPERCALLIFRAGILISTICEXPIALADOCIOUSLY, YOU!

(the only way i began to even start truly being confident in myself is faking it. it’s hard at first, but the more you pretend your confident, the more you become so.)

(i really hope this helped even a little bit because i am terrible at explaining things.)

[vangohs]

soft boyfriends wangning, who’re the subject of the school. people always praise the compatible couple, both quiet and unobtrusive, whilst lan zhan is more strict and perfectionist, wen ning is friendlier and softer. they’re the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes. so equally measured, no one can notice the distinct feeling of hollowness that threatens to eat them both up. then, out of nowhere a transfer student appears at gusu, he’s rambunctious, vivacious, noisy! everything lan zhan and wen ning are not, yet they cannot help but be enraptured by him. still, in the eyes of the proud, elite students of gusu, wei ying is nothing but a stain in their pristine building, nobody can believe that he’d been raised alongside the hardworking jiang cheng and the lovely jiang yanli. he is the epitome of a delinquent in their eyes, tattoos, piercings, an impish glint in his silver eyes. he’s everything they’ve been taught to fear. everything lan zhan had been taught was wrong, everything wen ning tried to evade. sadly, it seems that wei ying seems fond of teasing them, this angers lan zhan at first, believing that wei ying was simply mocking both wen ning and him, it makes him lash out at him, no one ever having brought out this part of him, I’m the contrary wen ning grows fond of the delinquent, wei ying listens to what he has to say, takes his

thoughts into consideration, actually cares about what he has to say, no one but lan zhan had ever done that before. they both gradually begin to realize they have feelings for the boy who smiles as though he’s competing with the sun. it causes a strain in their once perfect relationship, they’re both afraid of change. both afraid of what the other will think of this new development.

at the same time, wei ying had grown feelings for both the boys, he’s never been one to panic over things but he knows he’s screwed, liking not one, but two boys who he knows will never look his way. who’ll never look at him like they look at each other, it’s fine, wei ying’s fine, he’s used to burying his feelings and thoughts. besides, he knows what they think about him, lan zhan thinks he’s shameless, and pathetic, and whilst wen ning’s never been rude to him, he knows that to him, he’s odd and frightening, they’re not wrong, he is frightening. besides, lan qiren and wen qing have made their thoughts on wei ying clear. they won’t approve of him (no one ever does).

wen ning and lan zhan come to a realization that if they don’t air out their thoughts to each other, misunderstandings will occur. they take their time and talk about their feelings and wei ying. after a while and a couple of tears from wen ning, they come to a conclusive agreement that they both have feelings for wei ying, and want to attempt to pursue him. together as a couple, they want to add wei ying to them, becuase he seems to be the missing piece, one that will fill that hollowness and feeling of unease they’ve had for awhile.

meanwhile, wen chao, wen ning’s cousin accuses wei ying of cheating on his entrance exam and having gotten into gusu through unlawful means. this is a devastating hit to wei ying and one to his family, the jiang’s but he knows that no matter what he says, no one will believe him, they focus more on his appearance than his intellect. he tries to turn to wen ning and lan zhan, people he believes know the real him and will vouch for him, but despite their feelings for wei ying, their initial stereotype of him wins out, they turn away and state that ‘they don’t know’ in a way, destroying any chance of wei ying gaining any semblance of creditably. both are upset at what they’ve done, but they must stick to their morals, regardless of their feelings, if wei ying did cheat, he should be punished, if he didn’t then he’ll be fine. they don’t understand that their actions have utterly made wei ying distraught, they don’t see that regardless of the truth, they’ll blame wei ying just to get rid of him.

the jiang’s are angry at the accusations, jiang cheng and jiang yanli more so, both resent lan zhan and wen ning for not having stuck up for wei ying when he’d called on them ‘a-ying doesn’t ask for help, so for him to have called on you, must’ve mean he valued your opinion and thoughts a lot, thank you for destroying that for him.’ jiang yanli spits out venomously as the siblings go after their brother whose left the building after the confrontation.

the case never goes to trial, wei ying leave the school on his own accord, and decided that in order for things to smooth out for his family, he’ll stay with his elusive uncle, xiao xingcheng and his partner song lan, with their two adoptive children a-qing and xue yang.

both jiang children stay, but treat their peers with passive-aggressive mannerisms. both feeling wronged on their brother’s behalf. before the school year ends, it comes to everyone’s attention that wen chao lies about the whole affair, and in fact he cheated on his entrance exams. wen ning and lan zhan feel horrible for having even doubted wei ying, and after the jiang siblings made it clear that wei ying had thought highly of them. the school board attempts to apologize to the jiang’s ‘next time, don’t allow appearances to sway you judgement, it’s not the clothes that make an individual, but their actions’

the school invited wei ying back, but he hesitates on the offer, whose to say it won’t happen again, a baseless accusations simply becuase of his appearance. he decides to wait till his junior year to return, gusu is still a prestigious school and whose facilities are top notch in the area he wishes to study in.

when he comes back, people talk. he doesn’t interact with anyone, and is quiet most of the time, only ever speaking to his closest friends and siblings. he definitely avoids both wen ning and lan zhan.

wangning’s love is back, but to make up to him, will take time, it doesn’t matter. now that he’s back, they’ll do everything to at least get wei ying to look their way again.

cue a lot of soft wangning moments. also a lot of surprising wei ying with their confidence and advances towards him.

i’m so sorry this is so long but i had a plot bunni and i couldn’t let it go, uwu. i love making my lovelys suffer, i’m so sorry boo’s...

[thefirstcourtesan]

The Royal Recap: A Tale of Two Houses, Chapter 1

Hello all! It’s time for my thoughts and reactions to the first two chapters of The Royal Masquerade. Most weeks I will have this out earlier than Friday, but as many of you know, I was way from Friday to Wednesday and am playing catch up.

I loved The Crown and the Flame. Loved it so much. I do like the Royal Romance, but it was the TC&TF connection that has me so excited about this book, a return to teh world of teh Five Kingdoms and the first Choices characters I ever fell in love with. I play wth two devices so my recaps note that. I don’t search out other playthroughs though, this is just based on my own play and reaction. I will point out connections to other books and my random thoughts and so on. I also don’t necessarily go chronologically, if a point comes up twice, I will discuss it all at once.

So with that settled, let’s start!

The book tells us that our story is taking place in 1600 A.D in the Kingdom of Cordonia, so 400 years before modern events and a later comment about it being 300 years since humans had magic makes me think it is probably roughly 400 years since the events of TC&TF, putting us at the mid-point between the two lores. More on that later.

But first, we have to choose what we look like! 5 faces and 3 of them are from OH. Oh hello again, I think we are all sick of you. One is from ACOR and the 5th is new. I have to choose two, so I chose the ACOR face and the new one. We also have to choose a name and a house. Here are the choices for house:

I am a little salty that we couldn’t choose to be a Nevrakis 😂 as that was my number one hope for this book. Oh well. I guess I’ll choose from these three.

I chose House Rosario on one playthrough and House Everhart on the other. Meet my MCs, Lady Viola of House Rosario and Lady Livia of House Everhart:

Both names were chosen for a reason, one as a nod to one of my favorite Shakespeare plays (and a fitting one I think) and the other a reference to my own fanfic canon.

Now, to the story, we start while dancing with a mysterious stranger. The game asks us if we are interested in men, women, or both. We will see later that this choice impacts the gender of the LIs, which is a neat way of blending the sexuality choice of TE with the LI gender choice of Perfect Match/High School Story: Class Act/Platinum.

I chose interested in men on one device (Livia) and both on the other (Viola). Interesting note, I got blonde male Hunter as my dance partner in both, though he is obviously not identified yet. There is some flirting and they lean in for a kiss and then... We are rudely interrupted.

Turns out it was just a dream and we are brought to the present and the library where the MC works under the stern Head Librarian Kana. We learn that we were raised in a respected family, but given to the library. Given the nasty atttude of our aunts when we meet them, I am going to guess that happened when our parents died. But for now, back to the drudgery of writing up manuscripts on soil samples.

We are interrupted again, but this time not by Master Kana, instead it is a pretty noblewoman, who we quickly learn is our big sister Annalise. She quickly tells us that she is here to whisk us away from the library and sneak us into the Royal masquerade ball! Alright, sis, I already love you. I love her even more when she firmly puts Kana in his place before whisking us away.

She takes us home to the family estate and we reveal we have been away from some time. As soon as we get inside, we are introduce to our aunts Zya and Elise. Zya is terrible and sour and hates us, she is the one who reveals that the MC is an “adopted stray” and I am sure she is the one who gave the MC to the library. Elise doesn’t seem as bad.

Annalisa has no patience for Zya’s nonsense and also reminds her that she is the head of the family and that she wants the MC by her side. You rock Annalisa and I love you already! Zya backs down and Annalisa whisks is away to get ready for the ball.

Upstairs we meet Vasco, an older gentleman who seems to work for the family and is the last member of the household (at least for now) and we are presented with a magic mirror. Side note, I love this, becuase I have always had strong Snow White vibes from TRR and my MC Eleanor and the magic mirror just ads to that and I love it.

We learn that there are a few magical objects left in the world and that only the noble families posses them and that Queen Kendra has gifted this mirror to our house! We also learn the names of the other royal houses: Vescovi, Fierro, Beaumont, and Nevrakis. At some point I am going to sit down and figure out how they match up to the family’s of the Five Kingdoms and modern day Cordonia. So far the only consistent between the three Books is our beloved Nevrakis family.

So this magic item makes clothes appear out of nowhere (for diamonds of course), I guess this is what you do when you don’t have boutiques in every noble residence 😂. We get our first diamond dress option and it is the same one we were wearing in the dream at the beginning. TRR did this too, let us wear a dress in teh flashforward at the beginning of the book and then make us pay for it later. At least this time it is a dream. If we don’t like that dress, we are given a free black dress provided by Vasco.

The free dress is actually very nice. The diamond dress is too, but it is so close to Aster colours and that is the house I didn’t choose so that annoys me a little. But I do love the jewelled belt and I have always adored that shade of blue (it was the color of my bridesmaid dresses). Interesting, the free dress is very similar to Vasco’s outfit and I don’t think that is a coincidence. I ended up choosing the diamond dress for Livia and the free one for Viola.

After we choose our outfit, we talk a little bit with Annalisa and Vasco. Annalisa promises to free the MC from the drudgery of the library and we learn that our house is about to be announced as the newest noble house. Apparently our parents made lots of money and Annalisa has charmed the queen and the result is that we are being granted official status and the power and influence that goes with it.

We travel to the ball and then we are introduced to Queen Kendra, though we don’t realize that is who it is at first. Kendra is very friendly to the MC and they have a brief chat about art and then we are whisked inside because there are other nobles waiting to greet Kendra.

The MC eagerly eats some bread (because they are starving her at the library) and Annalisa generteases her about it, before departing to find a bed mate for the night. Between Annalisa and Hunter (as we will soon see), we get the impression that Cordonian court is very sexually liberal, which is awesome. I am putting PB on notice that I expect my MC to be able to indulge as well, no waiting a whole book for a kiss.

The MC heads to the food table (good plan) but is distracted by a gorgeous person in a sun mask who is being fawned over by noblewomen. However, despite their admirers, we are the one who catches their eye and we get the chance to choose their appearance (and gender, if you picked you are interested in both). I picked Asian male for Viola and white male for Livia. (Note- From this point on, I will be referring to them as male because both mine are).

This mysterious noble in the sun mask is the same one from our dream (we’ll potentially 😂) and he flirts with us, ignoring his fawning audience in favour of us and he asks us to dance, telling us to meet him on the dance floor at the beginning of the next song. But before we can, it is time to meet our next LI.

We have attracted the attention of a mysterious person in a moon mask, who seems to realize that we don’t belong. We get the chance to customize their appareance and I chose the black male for Viola and I chose the Hispanic/Mediterranean (I don’t know what race they are supposed to be) male for Livia. (note- Like with Hunter, from this point forward I will be referring to them as male).

He asks us for our invitation, but we deflect him and there is a chance for some flirting before he asks us to dance. We now choose who to dance with. Livia chooses to dance with the man in moon mask and Viola with the man in the sun mask.

Both men take being rejected well and then we begin dancing with our chosen partner. The conversation is similar but not the same. The man in the sun mask is smoother, more flirtatious while the man in the moon mask is a little more reserved, as if he is unaccustomed to this kind of thing. The man in the sun mask lifts the MC, while the man in the moon mask dips her.

I really like this scene and how it differs between the two men to accommodate their personalities, because it lets you get a feel for them. Both want to know who the MC is, but they approach it differently, with the man in the sun mask desperately curious and the man in the moon mask more suspicious/intrigued and more direct.

The dance ends and the man in the moon mask comments he still knows little about the MC, while their is a crowd ready to pounce on the man in the sun mask who is unwilling to let hte MC go just yet. Both men suggest that the MC join them on the balcony to continue their dance and we have our first diamond scene!

Again, the diamond scene is similar, but not identical. Again, the man in the sun mask is very comfortable and very charming, while the man in the moon mask is more reserved but very observant. In both cases, you dance and then the masked man tries to guess your identity. The man in the sun man guesses foreign noble (though if you tell him the truth, he is not surprised) while the man in the moon mask accurately guesses who you are. Then it is your chance to guess who he is, if you choose “noble from important house”, the man in the sun mask agrees and the man in the moon mask demurs, but both refuse to name their house, saying it changes how people see them.

The two of you admire the view from the balcony, his hand covering yours, and then it is time for you to remove your masks. Both men seem to be quite impressed by the MC’s appearance and in both cases, they are about to kiss her when they are interrupted by Vasco (who I am so suspicious of, dude is up to something).

Apparently, Annalissa is about to give the Queen the wrong invitation. So we say goodbye to our mystery man, though we do get a name. You can choose their name, though the defaults are Hunter and Kayden. I kept Hunter (becuase I am sure it is a nod to Dominic Hunter) but changed Kayden to Dante on both devices and will be referring to him as such.

We hurry to the throne room, but find two dead guards and get there just as an assassin plunges a knife into Queen Kendra! The Queen advises for us to flee with her dying breath and the assassin threatens us. The assassin reminds me of the shadows from TC&TF and that makes me wonder who sent them, a foreign power or someone within Cordonia? Right now, we have bigger worries, because our sweet sister is lying unconscious on the floor!

And end chapter one.

I thought this was a great start, it introduced the world and set the tone of one of glitz and glamour but also secrets and a darker side. I feel like that may be what this book is about, about everything that lurks Heath the glittering surface of court and I am here for it.

Also, visually this is such a beautiful book. The background, the characters, the gowns, everything is so beautiful. I love period pieces and I am already drawn into the world that they have built and I am so excited to be exploring this portion of Corodnian history!

[suhnnyskiess]

Life is really complicated sometimes. With recent events going around (health crisis, human rights activism, feminist activism too, etc) Idk i feel with a whole lot of mixed feelings.

When i was still in school (15-16 y/o at best) i was SO blinded by my privilege lmao, i used to believe everyone grew up in a big house with TV and cable, WiFi and had takeout at least once a week. I am not ashamed of who i was, because it was part of me and i can’t just pretend it did not exist, but i gre out of that pahse and now as a 19 y/o going on 20 i feel really confused. I’m sorry if i make typos, this is a self indulgent post bc i never post stuff here and its too long to be a tweet lmao.

For example, Capitalism. 

In school i finally paid some attention in my hs senior year and i grew aware of how awful the system we live in is. Which now makes me have mixed feelings with the music i lisent to, like take KPOP idols for example, the kpop industry is such a wasteful in materials and non sustainable for the planet its such a peak of capitalism and how they exploit their idols just because most of them genuinly want to make music so they go and sell their souls to the capitalism world we live in. Which makes me sometimes feel bad about supporting them, becuase me supporting them (by buying things that are one use only for example: posters, stickers, photocards, etc)

So i always end up rethinking if i should really be supporting them, bc if i do it means i support the system when in reality i just want to support them alone bc i like them as artist, i like the persona they portray (bc lets be real Korea would never let them be as truthfull as they want to be) 

Korea is such a conservative country i can’t believe i wanted to study there, i would just be stared @ by old ladies bc i’m brown and latina. Like Korea is so full of male chauvinism and so homophobic too like ??? Capitalism gave birth to male chauvisnm and you cant change my mind.  Which leads to the next point.

Feminist movement

I actually am thankfull of paying attetion in my senior year, learned so much more of the feminist movement and even started to actually speak up sometimes. So, having to deconstruct myself these past years haven’t been easy but i’m still conflicted.

I have friends that are way into the privilege bubble or in their micro male chauvinism bubble, bc they sometimes make some “jokes” about womans bodies or how girls “are such aslut for doing ____” and i’m still scared to speak up.

Shouldn’t i be able to speak up? Knowing what they are saying is wrong? Because the times i have done it they always and up with the “You take everything so seriously” or how can we forget the “You can’t take a joke” 

Luckly, my closest friends were never that kind of way, but some of them still live in their bubble and i try to leave hints like “Hi ur dad is a jack ass, you should know that” with a lowkey tone because i do understand they grew up in adifferent enviroment BUT thats not an excuse to be a jackass lmao we are in the 21th century FFS

Racism/Clasism

Technically speaking my country is not neccesarry into the criteria of racism (completly) because what i see more here is the clacism. 

People feel entitled to be superior to tohers just bc their families live in the richer areas or have more money than others or whatever.

I feel kinda sad i wanted to fit in in that kind of world when i was a kid, i saw many others with new phones or brand new clothes and i wanted that so bad, i was so envious for material objects lmao clown

Ofc now i am ware that no matter where i come from and what i have im not either superior nor inferior to anyone, bc we all are equal.

MY POINT HERE IS THAT, even in 2020 i see many being classist, saying white wome are prettier (becuase if you are tan it means you work in the sun, you are poor) or how someone “Could never use public transportation bc its disgusting” (and yes i heard that from a classmate) and it makes me think y’know, how many people are out there being judged just bc of their income, their job, their neighborhood, etc. Its just DUMB

In conclusion:

I’m still lost and i never know what should i believe in or even if the things i believe in are okay or things i support, we all are equal, we all deserve the same things and please remember that.

[ancanosaur]

Shirai ryu headcanons

Becuase i love Hanzo and he loves his clan and i think about these things a lot. Gonna be some subscorp in here bois

Much like Kuai does for the Lin kuei. Hanzo takes in orphans, the homeless, and misfits into his clan with open arms. He also takes in those with disabilities, becuase "useless" isnt apart of his vocabulary and everyone deserves a place and a family. Those that do have disabilities within the clan will be given duties that fit with their needs but not to belittle them. Everyone's job benefits the clan in one way or another.

Hanzo loves children. He may come off and hot tempered and like an old grouch. But he will never raise his voice if young one's are around. The children of the clan really like their master Hanzo amd think he's just a big teddy bear. They also like to sit in his lap and hang around him to keep warm, they dont understand why he's so warm and why snow just doesnt stick to him so they always say it's becuase he has such a warm heart and Hanzo cant help but smile.

He always wants to meet the newest members born into his clan. Babies arent born into the clan as often as it was in the original Shirai ryu. So Hanzo is always happy to hear a couple is expecting. Babies love Hanzo just as much as Hanzo loves babies. Once again, the man is a walking heat blanket and even when being handed a wailing infant it will soon quiet down in his warm arms. It makes him happy, but theres always that small tug at his heart at the reminder of his own child.

Takeda always helps around and is practically second in camand without the title. He loves wrestling with the younger members and comforts those who have lost thier parents, being that he can relate so much to them. And he tells them that as long as you love someone and remember them, they never truly die.

Hanzo also loves to see Kenshi and Takeda growing close. He's greatful to see the young man no longer despise his father and that they have become a family. Takeda comes to him one day to give him a small reminder that he'll always be like a father to him and that he's beyond greatful for him, for raising him and teaching him. Hanzo smiles softly and shakes his head. Takeda has always been so soft hearted and knew just what to say to the ex wraith.

Takeda also needs to stop wiggling his brows like a child whenever Grandmaster Subzero comes for visits! It is strickly business and talk of their clams working together, Takeda!

Kuai admires the surrounding lands around the temple, much different than his own. The green rolling hills of Japan truly are a sight. And maybe Hanzo takes way too much notice in how the warm sun reflects into Kuai's ice blue eyes making them seem a warmer hue of blue.

One meeting they have, sitting in the courtyard on a cool spring afternoon, Hanzo takes notice of a few of his younger students practicing their spying skills on the two ninja. "I believe we are being watched." Kuai says with a gentle smile as he sips his tea. One of the children decides hidding is over rated and walks out of the thick brush and comes up to Kuai. "You're the man that makes ice come from his hands!" The young girl says. "Yuna, do not be rude, speak properly to Grandmater-" Hanzo huffs only to hear Kuai give a deep, warm chuckle. "The word is Cryomamcer, my dear." He says, cupping his hands togeather, making crystals from around his finger tips as he forms a small rose from ice. "Woah~" the young girl says, mouth agape as she is joined by the other two children who look just as amazed. Kuai hands the icey rose to the young girl with bright red hair. "But it'll melt!" She protests as her tiny hands hold the smoking cold rose. "It will not, young one. It's a different kind of ice." He smiles at the chilren. Hanzo in the meanwhile is feeling his chest swell with affection for the grandmaster at how gentle and good with children he is. Only to be interrupted by one of the children asking if he can do that with fire. "Yes, Hanzo." Kuai shoots him a devilish yet handsome smile. "Can you?" Bastard.

Hanzo will sometimes play match maker in small ways. If he notices one of his clan members having feelings towards another he will team them up together for simple missions, and training exercises. Life is short and harsh, so love is something he wishes everyone to experience at least once in their lifetime. "His birthday is on the 20th and he favors the color red." He tells one of his guards as he has caught him eyeing up one of the other ninjas a few times. The guard looks at Hanzo with surprise in his eyes only to be met with a small smile from his master. He gives a small bow. "Thank you, master Hanzo." The young man says gratefully.

Theres a shiba inu that lives at the temple. One of the teen students picked it up during a mission and at first Hanzo was against it, saying that dogs can be messy and you muat care for them carefully, but with a few "pleeeease Master Hanzo? Pleeease?" He soon gave in. It is a cute dog. One of the chilren made the comment that it looks like Hanzo, making him shake his head but smile. They named the dog Hanz and he even has his own Shirai ryu vest, yellow with the symbol on his back and everything. The dog sleeps with the chilren in their quarters, wich Hanzo cant lie about how cute it is to open their door only to see them all piled up in one bed with Hanz in the middle. It's painfully cute.

Hanzo and Kuai will let their clan memebers spend time together, training and matches for the older students as the youngers simply play together. The two of them greatly enjoy seeing yellow and blue mix and mingle together. At peace.

I think about these types of things way too much lmao. Please forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes.

-Onyx♤