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sl-newsie · 2 years ago

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!” I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

#descendants carlos #disney descendants #jay descendants #mal descendants #evie descendants #carlos de vil #carlos de vil x reader #ben descendants #audrey descendants #disney #descendants #descendants x reader #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson #binx hocus pocus

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basu-shokikita · 2 years ago

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Kloktober 2023 Day 5

Abigail Appreciation Day

I think we can all agree that Abigail could've been developed more in the show. One thing I really appreciate, though, is that she seemed to be a sort of protective/comforting presence for Toki in Doomstar of Requiem so I wanted to develop a bit on that for today's entry. I really appreciate that she was there for Toki, when no one else was. In my head, the two of them remain in contact for years to come.

Here's to you, Abigail!

Abigail pet Toki’s hair softly, fingers running across the silky strands. His head was resting on her lap, a gesture that would seem too intimate for most people, yet felt natural for them after what they had gone through.

She couldn’t remember much of what happened, besides the fact that she had weirdly protective urges for Toki. A few times, she had awoken in a panic, wondering where Toki was. She couldn’t explain what it was, just that she feared for his safety, more than hers, somehow. Something about Toki seemed so vulnerable, so innocent, so in-need of help.

Or maybe that was her way of coping with whatever she had gone through.

“So, ams you and Nathans togethers-togethers now?” Toki asked.

She chuckled awkwardly. “Not really. It’s…complicated.” The last thing she wanted to think about was her situation with Nathan.

“Aw.” He sounded disappointed.

“Why?”

“I thought it would be cools if we could pals around from nows on.” He said.

Abigail smiled sadly at him, still petting his head.

The truth is, she didn’t really feel like seeing anyone from Dethklok besides Toki ever since they got back. She was grateful that they had saved her, of course, but the last thing she wanted was to keep seeing the guys that…well. It wasn’t their fault, she knew that. She did. The fact was, though, that she was a collateral in the situation. All the trauma, that she couldn’t even remember, was because she happened to be there. At the wrong place, at the wrong time.

It wasn’t their fault, it really wasn’t. But she couldn’t risk being in that position again. She couldn’t afford it. Even if…Magnus was presumably dead. Who knew what else…It’s not like she wanted to leave them on their own, but…

Let’s be honest, they had way more protection than a measly walking casualty like her ever would and not even a million promises from Charles would change that. He would not hesitate to throw her to the wolves if it came down to her or Dethklok. And it’s not like she could blame him, it was his job after all. But she had to look out for herself.

It did hurt his heart to leave Toki, though. She felt like he was the only chance she had at ever putting the pieces together on what happened and, if she could be so lucky, start healing.

“It ams so weird not rememberings.” Toki said. “Does you remembers?”

“Not really.” Abigail shook her head. “Just…flashes…that I can’t seem to explain anyway.”

“I remembers…” Toki turned up, his gaze on the ceiling. “I remembers thinking of thems. Of da band.” A smile slowly crept up on his face. “Of when dey accepteds me…and I founds a home…and brothers whats loveds me..” He had a faraway stare, like he was somewhere else now. “Playings with Skwisgaar…we was in the skies like two gods…” He beamed at something Abigail couldn’t see. “It was da greatest days of my life…” Slowly, the smile fell off his face and he glanced at her. “Ams that weird?”

“No.” She squeezed his shoulder gently in reassurance. “I’m glad you had good memories to rely on. That’s important.”

“Yeah…” Toki’s eyes wandered. “It ams funnies. I was a bit sicks of everythings before. Nethans and Pickle dramas…I was still mads at Skwisgaar…I was distants from da bands…even Rockzo’s was annoyings me…” He blinked. “But nows ams realizing…I was stupids. It was stupids. My lives ams greats!” Toki raised his arms to the ceiling. “And I loves them! They ams my families. I loves Skwisgaar even if he ams a dildos sometimes.” He couldn’t help simpering. “And Moidaface, and Nethans and Pickle. Alls of thems…For a moments I forgots they ams my brothers. Buts no mores of that!” He nodded to himself, determined. “Alls remind them everydays that I loves them. That way I won’t forgets either.”

Abigail chuckled. How was she supposed not to care about Toki? He was so easy to grow fond of. “You do that, Toki.” She ruffled his hair affectionately.

They remained in silence. After a while, Abigail looked at her watch. She should get going soon.

“Ams you leaving?” Toki asked apprehensively.

“Yeah, I should.” She said. “I booked an appointment with a therapist. Are you seeing someone?”

“Umm…noes…” Toki averted his gaze and Abigail could tell he was less than comfortable. “Shoulds I?”

“When you feel ready for it, yeah.” She replied, taking care not to sound forceful about it.

“Okays.” Toki accepted, ready to change the subject. After a pause, though, he asked. “Do you thinks one day we’lls be okays?”

Abigail swallowed, unsure of the answer herself. Her hand gently cupped the side of Toki’s face. “I hope so, Toki.” She looked outside the window, the red sunset spreading into the horizon. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. “I really do.”

#kloktober2023 #kloktober #metalocalypse #abigail remeltindtdrinc #toki wartooth #my writing #no beta we die like men etc

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yournaothings · 7 months ago

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Living the Dream: Wake Up

@bored-animator Another update ;3

Norah finally wakes up.

We meet her attacker at last.

Sorry for the long pause! I've been pretty busy lately, been struggling with stuff, and of course my internet went down. D: I'm back now, thank you all for being patient. <3

Super nervous as to what you all think of this one. I hope you like it! I'm so sorry if it seems rushed.

This is one scene I've had playing in my head for weeks. I'm happy to finally get to it, but things are starting to heat up!

Characters and their Creators: Killer Sans: Rahafwabas Dust Sans: Ask-Dusttale Horror Sans: Sour-Apple-Studios Nightmare Sans: Jokublog XTale Sans(Cross): Jael Peñaloza/Jakei

Ink Sans: Comyet Underswap Sans (Blue) and Underswap Papyrus (Stretch): popcornpr1nce Dream Sans: Jokublog Shattered Dream: galacii Fresh Sans : Crayon Queen Core!Frisk: DokuDoki

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The day dragged on, it seemed and it only made everyone around him anxious. It made Dream feel so sick, but he carried on with his duties, trying his best to brighten everyone’s day up a little. He knew why the staff of the shop was so anxious, and he reassured them that there was no reason for it.

Everything would be fine, they only need to be patient.

Dream understood how hard it was for them; their friend had been in this coma for so long and a bit of hope had sparked within them the moment Dream agreed to help. Dream found out that the small family discussed the topic of closing the shop in favor of caring for Norah- Maria chose to keep the shop open for the day, stating that this wasn’t an emergency. “It would be selfish to stay closed when many folks are in need of their groceries.”

It impressed Dream when Maria knew when the shop was going to be busy; it made sense after all, seeing how long she had been running the shop. A lot of folks depended on the small shop and would be caught in a pickle if they weren’t able to get what was needed. Still, he could feel the anxiety within her own soul; she was just as wound up as everyone else was.

The bell chimed as the last customer walked out and Lily was quick enough to flip the sign to ‘closed’. She busied herself with the chore of cleaning the store, while Maria worked on counting the till and finishing up paperwork.

Kai had already left for his second job a few hours ago and would meet everyone at the hospital later. Dream switched the radio to an upbeat song, then started to help Lily with cleaning the store up. The songs that played helped lighten the atmosphere; Dream helped a little too when he started to hum a familiar song. He could see the tension in Lily’s body relax and her smile returned.

It was unusual to be this quiet, but Dream knew the women had a lot on their minds. Dream would have been just as stressed, but he only felt a peace course through his body and soul. He had the confidence that he would help Norah wake up and heal her body from whatever had made her sick.

Once the chores were done and the money counted, Maria closed everything up and shut off the lights, as well as gently guiding Dream and Lily out of the store. They climbed into the car, waiting for Maria to start it and drive away.

Dream watched Maria grip the steering wheel as her uneasiness reflected on her face. She must have noticed him studying her; she smiled softly, uneasily and released a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry, Dream. You must have been so uncomfortable all day.” Dream offered a sympathetic smile. “Do not worry about me, Maria. I understand and I am used to it. Just try to relax, everything will be fine.”

Maria’s brows dipped down as she glanced at him worriedly. “What if you can’t save her?”

You can’t save anyone. Stop now before you ruin everything.

He forced the negative thoughts down and he gave Maria a determined look. “Then I’ll try again. I won’t give up on Norah.” She needs my help and I won’t abandon her now.

“What do you plan to do?” It was Lily who asked, Dream glanced at her through the rearview mirror and smiled. “I plan to wake her up. From there, I will heal her body so she won’t be ill any longer.” Lily’s face pinched; “That sounds too easy.” She said, disbelief in her tone. Dream hummed in agreement. “It does, but I know I can do it.” Lily visibly relaxed at that, yet he could still feel her doubt. “I hope so, Dream. For both Norah’s and Felix.”

The rest of the ride to the hospital was silent aside from the radio playing. Dream let himself relax, pulling the positivity from around him. The two women were still feeling apprehensive about what was to come and it only made Dream feel sick. They tried not to, but he understood. This was something serious, and they were trusting him even though they had only met him a few weeks ago.

Maria pulled into a parking spot and Dream peered up at the hospital, already feeling the negativity of all who were sick and dying inside. He had to focus on his positivity. He siphoned in all the happiness and peace from around him, building up his strength.

Stepping out of the car, Dream stretched his bones before following the two women into the hospital. Because Norah was in her coma, she was on the Intensive Care Unit, which in this hospital was on the second floor. Once the doors to the elevator opened on the second floor, Dream inhaled deeply, already hearing Norah’s soul call out for help. She was close.

They had to check in, let the nurses know they were in to visit, before Maria led her small group into Norah’s hospital room…

The darkness dripped all around the room, it was negativity for sure. It threatened to suffocate Dream as he drew in closer to the hospital bed where the young woman laid, looking peaceful in her sleep. But, he knew better, she was tormented within her dreams. Within her mind, where she was kept prisoner.

Dark tendrils of negativity gripped around her soul, making her flinch at the pain. The darkness knew Dream was near.

“Let’s begin with opening the blinds.” Dream began as he walked over to the windows and raised the blinds to let in the sunlight. “Oh,” Dream paused when he heard a new voice behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see one of the nurses standing in the entryway; she looked nervous. “The doctor said to keep those closed during the day.”

Dream looked confused. “I do not understand. She needs sunlight, it will help, I am sure of it.” The nurse continued to shuffle nervously. “Ah, he did not give an explanation other than the patient needed rest.” Dream raised a bone brow and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I will not close them. This room shouldn’t be dark. It’s no wonder why her brother is always so sad. Darkness welcomes the sad and depressed. We should be happy and relieved that Norah is still alive.”

The nurse paused as she regarded Dream’s speech, and a small smile lifted at the corners of her lips. “I-I agree. Then, I will not trouble you with the blinds any longer. Please, if you need anything let me know.” She explained, smiling to all three before walking out.

Dream turned away from the now opened windows, the sunlight pouring in and chasing away the darkness. “No wonder she wasn’t getting any better. She was being bathed in the dark.” He told Maria and Lily. He quietly walked over to Norah’s bedside and studied her. She looked thin and sickly. The doctor, whoever he was, wasn’t doing a very good job at trying to keep her nourished.

“How much longer before Felix and Kai arrive?” Dream suddenly asks, his focus still on Norah. “They should both be here within twenty minutes.” Maria replied and Dream nodded. “We will wait for them. Felix should be here when she wakes up.”

Felix was the first to burst into the room. He was in a panic, afraid of… Well, just about anything! More harm falling onto his sister. Norah possibly woke up and he wasn’t there.

Her passing…

But, he was relieved to see Dream sitting beside Norah’s bedside, patiently waiting for the two men to arrive. Kai walked in after, politely shutting the door and closing the privacy curtain in case the nurses decided to come in and stop Dream.

“You haven’t started yet?” Felix asked, sounding relieved. “I haven’t.” Dream confirms gently. “Are you ready for me to start?” Felix relaxes his tense shoulders and nods, his focus on his malnourished sister. “Yes, you can start.” With a nod, Dream stood quietly and raised his hand to hover over Norah’s body.

“I am going to remove her soul from her body. Do not panic, she will be safe. I want to see what damage has been done to her.” Dream explains. “After I have finished checking her soul and I believe she is safe, I will wake her up. Please do not hover or try to interrupt me, it may cause more damage to Norah.”

“Will it hurt her?” Felix asks, his voice small and unsure. He was so afraid. His sister had been through enough. She was his only family (aside from Lily) left. He couldn’t lose her. “I will make sure she remains safe, Felix.” Dream said as he turned to look at him with a resolute expression. “This will not hurt her, I assure you.”

Felix exhaled quietly, his eyes falling to watch Norah’s face, to watch for any sign of pain or discomfort. Fear filled the room too quickly- Dream began, cupped the air and when he pulled up, Norah’s green soul appeared over her body.

Her soul was tainted with a darkness that swirled within her soul. They were like chains, binding her and imprisoning her. Dream’s eyes narrowed in wonder and upset; this was familiar to him, but he didn’t feel Nightmare’s presence. In fact, this darkness that bound Norah’s soul felt strange. It was different than Nightmare’s corruption.

With his magic, he worked at the corruption, struggling to remove it from her soul. The more he fought with it, the more strange and unfamiliar it became. He hadn’t witnessed anything like this before. He didn’t want to shove too much of his magic into her soul and make her worse, so he took his time.

“What is on her soul?” Lily asked gently. She had found her place beside Felix, her hand in his and squeezed his in a form of comfort. “I believe it is corruption. I’ve seen something like this before, but this one is different.” Dream explained, but kept his eyes focused on Norah’s soul. “It’s strong magic.” He muttered, but they heard it.

“Was it the doctor?” Felix asked, his voice dropping in anger- Dream sent him a look of warning. “I know you’re angry, Felix, but please. That form of negativity will only make this worse.”

Felix bit his lip and glanced away, his hand squeezing Lily’s back. She did her best to soothe him. Maria stepped closer, watching Dream work at breaking the dark spell. He was careful, like a surgeon’s focus on making the proper incisions during surgery. Dream’s focus remained on Norah’s soul as he weaved his magic through the soul and broke each link of magic chains.

During this, Maria took note of how the room brightened; not by the sunlight, but from Dream’s aura. His body glowed with bright positivity, that made him look ethereal. That image alone convinced her that Dream was an angel sent to them from the Stars above. A monster of miracles, brought to them in their time of need.

The admiration from Maria filled Dream’s soul and with the helpful positivity, the last of the dark magic broke from Norah’s soul, filling her with nothing but Dream’s positive magic. With a soft, relieved sigh, Dream gently guided the soul back into Norah’s body. “When I wake her up, do not hover. She may react poorly. Give her space until she is ready.” Dream warned, he didn’t wait for their agreement, and reached up to Norah’s head and used his magic, pulling her from the heavy blanket of sleep…

Norah’s usual beautiful brown eyes were darker than normal thanks to the deep sleep that she was under. Her pupils constricted at the bright light of the sunlight and the skeleton monster above her, causing her to squint before blinking a few times. She moaned softly, her voice scratchy as she tried to speak, her throat sore from being asleep for so long. “Where-?”

“N-Norah?” Felix asked as he cautiously stepped closer to her bedside, taking the place where the skeleton monster once stood. The monster backed away slowly, but stayed close; for what reason, she wasn’t sure of. He watched Felix closely, and she wondered if it was another trick from the doctor.

Maria was quick to leave the room, requesting for some fresh ice water for Norah, as well as explaining that Norah was awake.

“Fe-ix” She managed to get out and tried to clear her throat. “Norah, oh Stars, you’re awake!” He cried, tears instantly falling from his eyes. He leaned down to hug her, crying into her shoulder as she weakly hugged him back. She cried too, her tears mixing into his hair as she trembled and cried. The monster who stepped aside smiled, catching Norah’s attention.

His smile was so bright, serene, and charming. Nothing like the monster who put her under a spell and fed off of her emotions. This one, standing in her hospital room looked exactly like the one who she saw in her dreams. “You came after all?” She managed to get out, her voice scratchy and broken.

“I did.” He said and his smile widened. Maria hurried in with a nurse who carried in a paper cup of ice chips. The nurse politely asked Felix to move away so she could check Norah’s vitals. He chose to sit beside the bed, his hand holding Norah’s as the nurse did their job. After getting cleared to have the ice, they helped sit Norah up in bed and she weakly crunched on the ice; the cold water soothing her throat.

“Are you alright?”

“I feel okay… How long was I asleep for?”

“Months. Do you remember what happened?”

“I think so? I remember being held by strange wiggling black appendages before I was knocked out. Oh, wait. The doctor- whe- where is he?”

Norah looked around the room, nervously before resting her tired eyes on Dream. He noticed how she studied him with distrust. “You… You’re not the doctor, right? He can disguise himself.”

The room fell silent, the four humans had to take a moment for that to settle in their minds. Dream tensed, he looked so worried now. “I am not the doctor, Norah. But, the way you describe him… Tell me, have you seen his face?” Norah nodded, and she gestures towards him. “He looks just like you, but with black goo.”

Felix was up on his feet in an instant, his anger returning fast. “You’re the attacker?!” Dream raised his hands to try and calm Felix down. He was so confused; the only one he knew with black goo was his brother. But, he supposed there could be a possibility someone could shapeshift. But with black goo?

“I am not the doctor.” He repeated to Felix. “I do not have the corruption she is talking about either.” He turned his attention to Norah then. “Did he tell you his name?” Norah shook her head at that. She paused and closed her eyes as a dizzy spell hit her after such a small motion. “When he is a doctor, he looks like a normal monster. But, when no one is around, he is back to his black goo body with those tendrils behind him. He wears a crown on his head, or… Not a crown, but a circlet? It looks like two hands reaching for each other in the center- ah, like this.”

Norah demonstrates what she was meaning by bringing her hands together, one with the palm turned up and the other with the palm turned down, both in a cupping motion as if they were about to grab onto each other.

Dream’s face paled, he knew what she was talking about. It was the same as his own- did someone take it after he left? Were they playing a prank or were they trying to sabotage him?

“His one good eye was golden, like yours. But, he holds no compassion, no happiness in that eye. He said that my ancestors had hurt his family long ago and that I had to pay for their crimes.”

“What the fuck-?!” Felix shouted, Maria snapped at him to not shout or curse in the hospital. However, everything around Dream seemed to fade away as he thought over what Norah said.

How could that be? Nightmare wouldn’t do that, right? There was no one else in this multiverse who looked like him or his brother.

Right?

What if there was? Blue and Ink… They are different versions of the classic skeleton known as Sans. Is it possible that there are different versions of Nightmare and I?

“Well, this is quite the surprise.”

Everyone in the room turned their attention to the entryway where the doctor stood. His false smile stretched across his lips as he studied the room. “What a relief, you are awake, Norah-”

“Enough pretending, you prick.” Felix snapped, his anger targeted at the doctor now. “We know you’re the one who hurt Norah. Drop the fucking act.” His tone dripped with venom, he sounded ready to fight. To tear the asshole into pieces.

“I see.” The doctor said gently, his smile falling for a moment, before he grinned cruelly. “What a relief. This play-pretend was getting old.” The six of them watched in horror as the disguise fell away to reveal a skeleton monster; his black goo, the corruption dripped off of his body and the tentacles at his back swayed like a cat’s tail would.

Just as Norah said, the monster looked exactly like Dream, but with the corruption covering his entire body. Dream noted how the damaged eye socket was opposite of his brother’s. “Who are you?” Dream demanded, stepping in between the monster and the small family. He balled his fists at his sides- he wasn’t all alarmed when his weapons didn’t materialize in his grasp. He left them behind, after all.

“Dream~” The monster purred, his grin widening. “I was surprised you showed up here. At first, I thought you came to stop me, but when I noticed the depression and sadness, I knew you were simply following the same path I did.”

“What are you talking about? How do you know about me? Explain yourself!” Dream demanded, panic settling in his soul that he refused to show. However, this monster before him seemed to know exactly what he was hiding. “Do you not get it, yet?” The monster laughed. “I am you. My name is Dream- well, no. See, I used to be like you. Until my last fight with my corrupted brother. After he accused me of not knowing his pain, I ate the black apple, and my soul shattered; I became corrupted myself while my brother was back to normal.

“So, yes. I am Dream, but I go by a different name now; I am called Shattered Dream.”

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Something was wrong and Nightmare needed to know what it was.

It was a simple mission to feed off of the negativity that was growing within the multiverse, and to his luck, his boys caught up with Ink and Blue.

“It’s quite unusual for you both to be out here. Where is my brother? I can tell he’s done something foolish.”

Blue and Ink looked at each other, but kept their teeth tightly sealed. “You won’t get anything from us!” Blue exclaimed, stubbornly. “That’s right!” Nightmare rolled his eyelight. He was in no mood for their games. “What has my idiot brother done this time, tell me this instant!” He snapped at them, threatening them with his tentacles, sharpened at the ends and pointed at the two skeletons.

“We’re not telling you!” Blue repeated again. “Yeah! We don’t even know where he is anyway!” The silly, forgetful skeleton explained. “Ink!” Blue snapped in disbelief at his friend. “Nightmare wasn’t supposed to know that!” Ink looked confused, his eye lights flashing different colors and shapes. “Oh, he wasn’t?” Blue sighed, and if he wasn’t tied up right now, he’d slap his hand over his face.

“Holy shit, Dream Boy is gone?” Killer asked in disbelief. “Did he really run away?” Cross asked and he pulled his phone out to check over his latest messages with his best friend Epic. Nightmare glared at Cross; “What do you mean by that, Cross?”

Cross, realizing his mistake, made himself as small as he could before Nightmare’s rising rage. “Do you mean to tell me that you kept this from me?!” Cross stuttered as he tried to get himself out of trouble with Nightmare. “I-I didn’t realize it was true, boss!” Nightmare groaned and pinched the bridge of his nasal bone. “Idiots, all of you.” He muttered to himself.

The sound of Error’s glitching portal opened behind him, further irritating the Guardian of Negativity. “T-There y-y-you are-e.” Error spoke, his glitches were grating on Nightmare’s already thinning patience. “I-I-I found-d-d D-Dream-m.”

The group of skeletons perked up, Blue and Ink looking happy. Ink burst from his bindings somehow. “That’s great, Error! Where is he?”

Nightmare watched Error’s expression twist in unease and he threw his thumb back at the portal behind him. “H-He’s on th-he other si-ide of the m-multivers-s-se. Nightm-mare, you b-better com-me see this-s too-o.”

Error wasn’t one to let monsters and humans come into his space, but he let this one slide. Once everyone had entered, and Error smacking both Ink and Killer for trying to mess with his things, he opened a window to show the AU where Dream was “hiding” out at.

“I-I thought may-ybe he was-s on vac-c-cation. B-B-But he’s be-e-een here for we-e-eeks.” Error started to explain. “I-I-I thought he wa-a-as going after you-u-u, Night-tmare, but lo-o-ok.”

Nightmare watched closely as Error finished searching for Dream again, only to find him in a hospital. He stood between a group of humans and-

“Holy shit!”

“It’s another Nightmare!”

“Cool!”

Nightmare frowned, his eye socket narrowing into a small glare. “That is not me, you idiots.” Error turned to look back at Nightmare with a frown. “Th-he ano-anomaly’s name is-s Shattered Dream.” Ink snapped his fingers suddenly as if remembering something. “Oh yeah! There was an AU where Dream ate Nightmare’s apple and he became the new Nightmare!”

“What is Dream doing there with him?” Nightmare asked, frowning deeply. A different kind of anger is consuming him now. A sense to go and protect his brother joined the anger, but Nightmare wasn’t about to unpack that.

“Th-The sick hu-uman pis-s-sed the an-nomaly off, app-parrently. Dre-e-am sa-aved her, and now is-s facing-g-g hi-im.”

“That idiot.” Nightmare grumbled under his breath. He had this feeling that Dream would be no match for this version of himself. Facing an enemy, Dream always don his usual attire, circlet, and weapons. Something was wrong.

“We need to go to him, then!” Blue explained and suddenly pulled out of his inventory, Dream’s weapons and circlet. “He does not have his weapons!” Nightmare rolled his eyelight. He knew it. “Error, take us there this instant-”

Error interrupted Nightmare with a laugh and shook his head. “I-I’m not doi-ing anything of-f the sort-t. N-Not without pay-yment!” Nightmare’s eyelight rolled once again, and he released a heavy sigh. “You will get your chocolate bars. Now, take me to Dream, this instant!” Error acted like he was thinking about it, Nightmare’s anger began to rile up once more. The moment Nightmare’s tentacles sharpened, Error gave in. “Fi-ine.”

The window disappeared and a portal took it’s place. Nightmare didn’t have to give any commands, he knew his boys would follow him through. Blue and Ink were quick to follow after Nightmare, Cross hurrying after to catch up to his boss. Killer, Dust, and Horror followed right after at a more leisurely pace.

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Hi!! I’m a Therian who is questioning fairykin. Do you have any signs I may be one? I feel really connected to them and nature. (I always just assumed it was bc of my theriantropy). I’m apart of the so called “fairy-tok” and the more I’ve gotten into it the more really felt connected to fairies. Walking on my toes to feel as if I’m frying, having dreams where I can fly, feeling right when I’m wearing wings, pretending to do magic as it feels like I should be able to. It all feels right but I’m not sure? What things would you recommend me to look for to know I’m a fairy kin?

hi hi friend! this...ended up longer than expected apologies in advance (^_^")

well for starters, anyone who knows me or who has been in my discord will know that I am very against "deciding" someone else's kintype for them or the idea that you have to have exact specific experiences to identify as anything. So the only person who can find this out for you is yourself BUT! I will share some thoughts that could help you and others with similar feelings.

For starters, what experiences would equate one person to be a kin of something could be entirely opposite to another's experiences of the exact same kintype. even more so with fairies with how broad of a concept we are. The 'little humanoid figure with wings' concept of a fairy for example (of which i am one also) is very unique to folkore of only the last couple hundred years or so and modern media (tho i believe modern media counts as just modern folklore. pixie hollow fairies are as valid as the sidhe.) But it means one persons "fairy wings and flying" fairy would be another's "troll tail and three fingers on each hand" fairy. Just something to keep in mind in regards to "signs" and why its very much up to your own personal interpretations and feelings.

However that isnt to say that comparing experiences can't be useful and it can certainly be joyous. I've def had some people open up to the idea of possibly being fairykin without ever them considering it before bc they described some experience i was like 'oh thats similar to how i feel as a fairy' and they go 'REALLY!?' bc many folks just don't know that much abt fairies or some other reason. But again its more about finding connection less than finding 'signs'.

Secondly it never hurts to just dive into some research. Learn about all the different kinds of fair folk throughout history and cultures. Different fairy media as well if you're more modern inclined (Brian Froud is a big influence on me). Fairies are very very broad and it may help to try find different ideas and concepts you're drawn to and help you specify ur feelings, tho def not necessary.

And thirdly, my advice to anyone questioning a kin (even tho i need to start taking this advice myself XD). Just try it! Just call yourself that even if you arent 100% sure yet, plop the label on urself for a while and if it it sticks? great! if it doesnt? oh well! now you know! It's really the easiest approach. Because theres literally no harm in being wrong here. it can feel a bit embarrassing or weird after but its hurts noone, truly.

hope this ramble made any sense at all lol. again i have strong feelings about trying to confirm kins using other people or looking for specific "signs" because theres really no sign other than "i feel this". At the most it gets tricky when knowing you feel a way towards a 'type but not the exact relationship (ie where i am with homo-cladotherian rn, not sure if its kin or hearted or a more complex relationship) and that one is a pickle but again just rly smth only u can figure out with lots of time and introspection. It's not a race.

I can't remember who said this, but I once heard "Your kintype is an identity, not a diagnosis." and it very strongly aligns with how i feel about approaching this kinda thing.

#reply #otherkin #fairykin #faekin #otherkin questioning #otherkin questions #sorry for being rambly unfortunately its just part of my nature #if i had more time i would have written a shorter letter etc. etc.#but yeah hope it makes sense and its smth that might help others not feel the need to constantly seek out a 'diagnosis' approach #as opposed to trusting their gut #but also i hope i dont come of as dismissive bc i do understand these feelings quite well #i just find relying on others experiences to be the same as you (again esp when it comes to fairy) could just lead to more confusion #than answers #meditation is good too probs coulda put that somewhere in there but alas it was getting so long already

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wooahaes · 2 years ago

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a minor cold

pairing: non-idol!hyunsuk x gn!reader

genre: fluff & comfort.

word count: 0.8k

warnings: food mentions. readers slightly sick (and being babied by hyunsuk).

daisy's notes: he is just so. <3 he is just so sweet

Hyunsuk was probably the softest boyfriend in the entire world, and the way he’d dropped everything to take care of you because you had a cold was proof of that.

Despite your insistence that you would be fine, Hyunsuk had insisted on coming over. He was only going to play video games with Yoshi later, and the two of them could do that pretty much any day. He’d come into your apartment bearing everything that he needed to take care of you: cold medicine (because you told him you were out), the ingredients for soup that he’d make after he checked on you, his hoodie for you to hold onto, a box of tea that he read was supposed to be good for you, and a bottle of honey (despite you telling him you owned one). While you sprawled out on your couch, eyes shut and listening to your boyfriend as he moved to and fro, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was doting on you for a reason. It was just a cold, after all. Sure, you felt like shit, and you’d whined about how much your head was starting to hurt, but you could take care of yourself just fine.

Still, you liked to hear him as he moved around your apartment, humming along to whatever he was playing on his phone. You’d heard it pause for a minute, though, and the sound of his phone ringing since it’d been put on speaker. Before you knew it, the person on the other end picked up.

“I was looking at the recipe you sent me…” You could hear Hyunsuk said, humming to himself for a minute. “I wanted to ask what this meant…”

A moment later, you heard his mom replying. Something about the tender way he spoke about you was enough to make you bury your face in your hands, too embarrassed at how loving he was being now. There was no shortage of love with him, of course, but the fact he’d asked his mom for this recipe? And the warm way he spoke about you, updating her on your health (yes, he made sure you took medicine, you’re just resting now because you had a headache—otherwise he’d let her say hi, he promised)... It was all too much for you to handle on top of everything else you were feeling.

Someone once told you that Hyunsuk was a little bit intimidating in the way he dressed and carried himself. Yet he’d always been the most loving toward his friends, and doted on you whenever given the chance to. Eventually, you could hear the sound of his footsteps drawing nearer as he nudged for you to sit up. He was holding your favorite mug, passing it to you.

“I looked up the best tea to help with your sore throat,” he said. “And I put honey in it—That should help, right?”

Oh, the things you would do for him if anyone hurt him. Hyunsuk might look like he’d bite, but you were pretty damn sure people should be more scared of you. You were the fiercely protective one in your relationship, the “he asked for no pickles,” person. You accepted the mug from him with a quiet thanks, pausing for just a moment to look at your boyfriend again. “It’s just a slight cold, babe.”

He waved it off. “I’m taking care of you today,” he said. “I’m still making the soup, but it should be done soon, and—”

“What about Yoshi?” You frowned a little. “You said you two were going to game… I hate that you had to cancel because of me.”

He took your face into his hands, lightly squishing your cheeks. “You’re my baby,” he said with a giggle, “so today I’ve gotta take care of my baby. Yoshi and I can play some other day. You’d do the same for me, right?”

You had done the same for him. He came down with the flu, and you had showed up to his apartment, masked up, and kept your distance while taking care of him. Outside of class and work, you pretty much spent every spare moment making sure he got better and that his roommate, the aforementioned Yoshi, didn’t get sick (lest you have to take care of him too). You settled to take a sip of the tea instead, only stopping Hyunsuk a moment before he could leave.

“Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, pouting a little over what you wanted. He couldn’t kiss you without potentially getting sick, but… You tapped at your cheek, closer to your ear to hopefully avoid getting him sick.

He chuckled, leaning in to press a quick peck against your skin. “Rest up,” he said. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

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Once Upon a Time on The Razor Crest

Summary: Din thinks things over.

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I apologize for the delay, got sidetracked yesterday and still needed to do some editing.

I hope you are all having a lovely weekend.

Love oo.

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: Discussions of hiding, running away from a bad situation, trust issues, parental concerns, not feeling worthy, feelings of doubt, fluff. I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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THE RAZOR CREST SEVEN

CHAPTER TEN

Din didn’t know if he wanted to smack Cobb upside his head, or praise him for providing support to those who were trying to escape a bad situation. However, he kept think about his words, “She’s going to do just fine. I think you two are going to get along, just make sure to rein in that charming horrible bedside manner, and you should be fine.”

“How do you know?”

“Hmmm?” Cobb asked as he bit into the sandwich he made.

“How do you know she’ll be fine?”

“Well I may have just met her, but Fennec spent a lot of time talking to her. Helping her to get her, and she came highly recommended by her” Cobb quirked his eyebrow, as he finished chewing his sandwich. “You got any dijon mustard?”

“Check the fridge door, bottom shelf.”

“Ah!” Cobb shouted when he found the bottle he was looking for, and adjusting his sandwich. “Anyway yeah, so Fennec said she trusted her, and you know Fennec she doesn’t trust anyone.”

“Fennec?”

“Yes. Fennec.”

Din pinched the bridge of his nose, somehow the sensation that he just took on more than he should’ve filled him, “Cobb, what did you get me into?”

“Nothing. Just maybe pull you out of rut. Listen you said you needed help, and she’s capable, smart, and she needs a place to lay low. Fennec didn’t tell me everything, but from what I hear it’s pretty bad. And anyway, you need help, right? Someone who understands how to keep to themselves and not ask a lot of questions? She kind of fits the bill, no? So then, win-win”

“Who are you Peli?”

Cobb huffed out a laugh, “Spend enough time around her eventually, that’ll happen. Anyway, is it not a win-win?” He asks, as he wipes the mustard that dribbled from his mouth. Cobb simply shrugged as he gave him a look, it was a look Cobb had perfected over years since he’d been friends with the stubborn man before him. A look that told Din, he needed to stop having such a pickle up his butt.

“Fine. Okay.”

Cobb patted his shoulder as he stepped out of the kitchen once he finished his sandwich, “You know Ann’s not all that bad, she seems sweet. Easy on the eyes, and has a very enjoyable laugh.”

“Great, I’ll tell her you said that”

Cobb’s smile etched across his face, “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Only thing you’re doing is making it easier for me, when I try to woo her”

“Woo? What are you a hundred?”

“No, I’m a gentleman, and that’s what gentlemen do” Cobb donned his hat, tipping it to his best friend as he strode out of the house, to help Ann with her bag.

Din stood in the kitchen looking at Camilla’s picture, it was taken when she was seven months pregnant with Grogu. It was a time when they both were happy, as a world of possibilities were open before them. His finger trailed over her face, he missed her smile, the way she looked at him full of love and kindness; as though she could see right through him and knew what he was thinking.

There was a warmth her presence filled in the house, it was something he missed.

Now that it was just him and Grogu he tried to make the house as warm as she used to, but it wasn’t the same.

They were getting by, it helped that Grogu didn’t really have memories of Camilla, but he still felt he was lacking in every way that mattered for his son. He tried harder than most probably had, and it still didn’t feel right.

And now, he had a new farmhand, who was looking for a place to lay low, what could possibly go wrong?

Din looked at the watch, it was almost time for Grogu to be home, he headed towards the end of the driveway. He stood waiting for the bus. As soon as the bus stopped Grogu jumped off the bus and ran up the path as fast as his legs could carry him to the ranch as his school work flapped in the wind, Din stood with wide arms, ready to pick up his six-year-old.

“Patu!”

“Hey buddy, how was school?” Din held Grogu close to his chest, as Grogu’s arms wrapped around his neck.

“Good. Look” he pulled back, his hand still clutching on to his school work, as he showed it in front of his dad’s face.

Din couldn’t make it out properly as it flapped in the wind, he held on to one side pulling it back away from his face so he could see it clearly, his eyes began to water at the artwork. It was a drawing of what looked like their ranch, with what he assumed were animals, possibly representing the horses, and in front were two figures holding hands. “Isn’t that us, bud?”

“You, me, Tak and Mis” Grogu pointed out each figure naming them.

“I love it. You did so good buddy!” Din gave him a hug, pressing him closer to his shoulder. “I’m going to hang this in my office right now. Is that okay?” Grogu simply nodded as he rested his head on his dad’s shoulder, Din shifted till he carried him in one hand and Grogu’s backpack in the other.

Grogu’s artwork was still in his little hands clutching it for his father.

Din started walking back to the house, taking a detour by way of the nuna pens. It was one of Grogu’s favourite things to do. He let Grogu down, letting him have a moment to say hi to all of the nunas and chicks in there, after which Grogu ran over to spend time with the horses and Bessie.

It was almost an hour later when they began heading inside, Din was a little nervous to see Grogu’s reaction to Ann, it wasn’t so much that they never had workers before, but they never had a female worker. As he looked at Grogu’s happy innocent face, a sense of dread filled him. Maybe this was a bad idea.

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hoshibatake · 10 months ago

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Sunflower Live - Chapter 5

Previous chapter

Rooftop

Makoto: (Whoa, there isn’t a cloud in the sky today…☆)

Makoto: (The sun is pretty bright, but the nice breeze makes it so that it doesn’t feel too hot. Coming to the rooftop was probably a good choice.)

Makoto: (Heheh. The AC was blasting in the AV room, so instead of just cool it was almost cold in there. Outside is the perfect place to warm up a little〜♪)

Makoto: (Let’s see… There’s a bench in the shade over there. I bet I’ll be able to look at my phone there without worrying about screen reflections.)

Makoto: (Since the Sunflower Live will be held at the coast, it’ll probably resemble a summer festival. I’ll just do some research about that type of event!)

Makoto: 〜♪

Izumi: Yuu-kun!♪

Makoto: Gaah!?

Izumi: Ufufu, such a cute scream. You don’t need to be so alarmed. I just wanted to look at your face for a bit.

Makoto: No, no. Anyone would be alarmed if someone suddenly just grabbed their face at point blank range like that!

Makoto: What are you even doing here, Izumi-san…? I hope you didn’t come all the way up here because you saw me from below.

Izumi: I sure did♪ I was just about to go home, but then I saw you on the rooftop, so I came running as fast as I could.

Izumi: It must be fate that we’re meeting here like this. You don’t seem to be doing anything important, so let’s go home together♪

Makoto: Hey! Why does lying to me come as easy to you as breathing*? It wasn’t even a coincidence, because you intentionally came here!

(TN: Not 100% sure about this translation. The Japanese said “iki wo suru you ni uso wo tsuku”, which sounds like some kind of proverb or expression, but I couldn’t find more info about it, so I kept it literal.)

Makoto: I’m busy with the preparations for our next concert, so I don’t have time to go with you right now. If that’s all you wanted, could you go get lost or something?

Izumi: You’re probably in a bad mood because of this heat, which is why you’re being this rude to me, right?

Izumi: People say “good manners make for good relationships”, but I’m a kind onii-chan, so I’ll overlook your rudeness♪

Makoto: Well, you’re not my older brother*.

(TN: While Izumi uses “onii-chan”, Makoto uses the word “ani” here. It’s a pretty neutral way of saying “older brother”)

Makoto: I’m sorry for being rude, though. But I am actually busy with the preparations for a concert, so I don’t have time to entertain you.

Izumi: You say that, but you’re just playing with your phone. What are you even looking at?

Makoto: I’m looking for information on what kind of merchandise sells well at a summer festival.

Izumi: Summer festival? Hmm? Are you planning to attend a summer festival with your clique?

Makoto: Hm〜 They’re holding an event called the Sunflower Live on the local beach at the end of the month. Trickstar is going to participate.

Makoto: We’re going to set up a booth and sell merchandise while we’re at it, too… And after dividing the tasks among ourselves, Subaru and I ended up taking on the responsibility for coming up with ideas for merch to sell.

Izumi: Hmm. My adorable little brother is in a pickle, so as his onii-chan, I can’t very well leave him to his own devices. Alright, I’ll help you♪

Makoto: No, thanks, I’m fine on my own! If I accept your help, I’m afraid of what you’ll be expecting in return!

Izumi: I won’t expect anything in return, don’t worry. I simply want to help you out of the kindness of my heart.

Makoto: Urgh〜 You might say that, but I don’t trust you at all. Although I feel like you would actually be helpful, because you seem like the kind of person who’s up to date on trends.

Makoto: …Do you promise not to ask anything in return?

Makoto: You won’t demand that I call you “onii-chan” or that I say “I love you”, or something?

Izumi: I-I won’t. I felt my conviction waver for just a second there, but I said I wouldn’t ask for anything in return, so I actually won’t.

Makoto: Alright. In that case… Izumi-san, could you take a look at this? I’ve narrowed it down to three options. Which one do you think would sell the best?

Izumi: A drink bottle, a smartphone case or a mug… They’re all safe bets, so I don’t think any of them won’t sell well, but…

Izumi: …the Sunflower Live is something akin to a summer festival, right?

Izumi: Aren’t T-shirts and towels the kinds of things they usually sell at summer festivals?

Makoto: Oh, I see. …Hmm, yes. We could order custom T-shirts.

Makoto: Still, even if we decide to order custom T-shirts, there’s various printing methods. Which do we pick? I guess it’d be nice if it’s a cheap method.

Makoto: All we’d be doing is putting a print on a T-shirt, so I doubt it makes much of a difference anyway.

Izumi: Yuu-kun, you know what they say: “You get what you pay for.” A cheap method may not agree with the type of fabric being used, and the colors might end up looking completely different from what you were expecting.

Izumi: You should read the instructions properly.

Izumi: Plus, if you buy cheap T-shirts, the fabric might be so thin the shirts end up being translucent. You need to know the minimum thickness you want.

Makoto: Oh, right. I was just thinking about keeping the costs down, but it’s better to invest a little bit in a higher quality product.

Makoto: Oh, this looks a bit better. The fabric’s durability and the printing method are better, so the price is a bit higher as well, but if you order a whole bunch, you get a discount.

Makoto: I guess I’ll just ask for a quote from this company for this fabric type and this printing method. Should I use the same approach when I’m looking at the towels?

Makoto: Izumi-san, it’d help me out a bunch if you’d be willing to give advice about those as well♪

Next chapter

#ensemble stars #story translation #makoto yuuki #izumi sena

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falloutschpallout · 11 months ago

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Good morning Staff and Students reminder we have an assembly in the gymnasium at 10 welcoming our new counselor Ms. Shultz. Please come give her a big bandit welcome!”

He had been watching her for weeks. For the last month of summer she would come in almost every day and spend a few odd hours decorating her room, printing sheets and getting coffee with the other staff members. It was no secret to any of them that she was attractive. He had seen some of them giving her backside glances. Mr. South even made a few comments to the Principal about her full figure. ‘Such a brute’ Mr. Martin thought. He fantasized about an alternate world where it was 1958 again and he could take her to a Diner, maybe fix his hair a certain way- “Hey uh Mr. M…” It was Wally catching him in his trance “Are you gonna eye fuck that blonde all day or are we gonna start?” Rhonda crossed her arms and looked annoyed “Rhonda! We don’t use those words in our meetings.!” He snapped.

Wally hid his giggle behind his hand “I think he likes her.” He rolled his eyes “What a ridiculous thought, shes alive and besides,much too younger for me OR you Wally.” Everett always has opinions about the subjects getting distracted by the living, he couldn’t be caught watching Ms. Shultz again. After their usual exchanges about their haunts her could be left alone in Ms. Shultz office, sometimes he would watch her in the bathroom, but only on days he is desperate to see her.

He followed her to her chair and he sat across from her to observe her as usual.

He pondered about her love life. Wondering if her mind and body got appreciated by anyo- “I can see you Mr. Martin.” He was stunned, how could this be? Was this really happenin- “I know all about you.” She looked up from her paperwork and lock her blue eyes with his dark ones.

“I’m sorry…” was all he could muster out. He wondered if she could have seen him this whole time. He recalled in his head a particularly embarrassing moment when she wore tight jeans that slid down her back side, for a whole afternoon her smooth crack could be seen as she hunched over in her chair, he couldn’t help himself at the sight of it and slowly silentest his arousal by palming over his member in his pants. “Sorry for masturbating to me checking my emails?” There was a slyness about her that he couldn’t place. “You haven’t felt the touch of a women in over 60 years, I can’t blame you sir.” Mid sentence she began packing her bag and preparing to leave. “Wait, Ms. Shultz allow me to explain!” He would have said anything to get his dignity back. “I will be back tonight to discuss boundaries with you and the others” She slammed the wooden door behind her.

He was lost in his thoughts scrambling to fix this. He had failed his own doctrine now his whole experiment is compromised.

He got on the intercom and commended all that had attended the meetings meet him im the gymnasium. Once there he sat everyone down and stood up, “let me be a lesson to you all, let me be an example. I didn’t follow my own teaches and now Im in a bit of a pickle.” He rubbed sweat off of his forehead and noticed the kids on the edge of their seats, Rhonda actually made a facial expression for once. “As it turns out that new Counselor can see us, all of us.” He heard murmurs and muffled ‘what?’s “She spoke to me directly and said we would all have a chat about boundaries, she noticed me getting a little attached…” before he could finish Rhonda interrupted “SO YOU DO LIKE HER?” She stood and so did the others

“I cant believe this! I let you convince me to not check anyone out and focus on me, this whole time you have been thirsty for some random counselor!” Wally sounded hurt, He had a crush the year he died, she was a senior and the few months that she remained at the school Mr. Martin and banned all contact with her, watching listening or otherwise. He felt immense guilt for not being able to control his own urges with another women whom he had no connection to in life.

“Wally I understand you are upset but I made a mistake I should have controlled myself and avoided her…”

“Fuck you man!” Wally threw a chair and left the gym in a hurry. The rest of this kids were soon to follow.

He retired to the fallout shelter and recorded the day events in his notebooks. After which he sat and deadpanned at the wall suddenly the door swung open by a phantom wind. He arose and investigated “Hello?” He called out into the dark basement, a shadowy figure approached him, it was Ms. Shultz in a transparent silky garment. Her breast barely covered and her hair was down and her glasses were off. She gave him a sultry glance “Mr. Martin… I thought this is what you wanted…” She stepped closer ans he took a step back and he lost his footing and fell on the cot “What are you doing here? in that?” then unexpectedly she grabbed him by the shoulder. “How are you-“ He was cut off by a warm and passionate kids that left him weak. “Its called astral projection. My body is at home asleep.” She ran her finger up his arm giving him shivers. “What do you want from me?“ She placed her finger to his mouth “Im not seducing you for information, is it so hard to believe that I just want you?” She had him pinned,

“Yes actually, I have never received this kind of attention before, living or not” Everett adjusted his glasses in a polite attempt to distance himself so he could think straight .

#school spirits #Mr. Martin #drabble #Writing #orginal character #orginal female character

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yagirljosieohyeah · 2 years ago

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Hello! I saw you write for Demon Slayer, if it's possible, may I request some headcanons of the hashiras seeing reader as an older sibling figure?? Please and thank you! ^^

congrats on being my first request of course it’s no problem I wasn’t sure how you wanted it done so I did head cannons for each one and then at the end is a little mini scene with all of them. I didn’t specify readers age and I used they/them pronouns. If you see anything that you don’t like let me know and I’ll fix it.

tw: mention of injury but nothing to detailed or major (it’s like patching up an injury but I know people on the internet can be sensitive)

GIYŪ TOMIOKA

I think that he would be pretty reluctant to the idea of opening up to an older sister figure and it would take a lot of time to get him to trust you

however once you do he’s definitely going to be with you as much as possible

he’s lost a lot so now having someone he’s trying to be careful not to lose you

if you were to hang out with him it would consist of the two of you doing your own thing in the same room as each other

After missions he would definitely have you patch him up if needed (I doubt he would really trust anyone else to do it)

definitely says mean things as a joke but with how nonchalant his voice is it can be hard to tell if it’s a joke

if you were to ever consider giving up being a Hashira I think he would be angry because in his eyes you are a symbol of strength and you giving up makes him think you’re weak

eye contact I don’t know why I just feel like he’s the kind of person to constantly try and make eye contact with you

KYŌJURŌ RENGOKU

you would definitely have a lot of fun being his older sibling figure

Tons of compliments because he thinks you’re just great and he wants you to know it

definitely wary at first of being too attached to you because he doesn’t want the pain of losing you

Would support you if you decided you didn’t want to be a Hashira and would help you achieve your goal

constantly pushing you to do your best

You are the brains of every operation

he’s the little brother who stands just outside your door and says “I’m not in your room” when you tell him to get out

TENGEN UZUI

omg the most chaotic duo ever to exist because even if you’re chill he’s not so you won’t get or be either

you have to try really hard to keep him chill

a bit of a selfish sibling on the surface but is really caring deep down

you have to be friends with his wives you don’t get a choice

they all definitely love you too and like to hang out with you when he’s away

over all he’s giving that one meme that’s like

Uzui: “Can I have some of your fries”

You: “sure, can I have some of your burger”

uzui: “no”

Random person: “well that rude”

Uzui: “my burger has pickles on it she’s allergic to pickles do you want her to die”

SHINOBU KOCHŌ

I don’t think she’d want you around at first simply because I think that the person she’s always seen Kanae as her sister even in death

it will take a very long time so you’d start as friends but I think she’s slowly begin to give in to you taking care of her

like after missions if she comes home with a bloody scratch she goes to you to patch it up even though she knows she could do it herself

you are also now Kanao Tsuyuri’s older sibling to

you are going to be hearing a lot about Giyū being a freak and a loner

If you ever get sick she will try to make medicine for you

And if she gets sick she’ll refuse help at first until you force her

MUICHIRŌ TOKITŌ

A total air head and super forgetful

you’re going to have to remind him of everything he has to get done

there will be a lot of you taking care of him since he forgets when he has things to get done

He often acts like he doesn’t care but see down he does

when injured or sick he would avoid getting help

he would see it as not a big deal

however if you noticed and said something I think he would accept your help

generally pretty quiet I suppose

Deep down he’s got a lot of rage so I think he might snap at you occasionally.

(Sorry this one’s so short I don’t know much about him)

OBANI IGURO

Honestly a total ass but it makes sense with everything he went through

he is very petty and will try to get revenge for every little thing

he definitely Calls you weak sometimes or mocks you

you’re the only person he would ever allow to change the bandages on his face

only you would be allowed to see the scars

he would probably give his life for you

please help him talk to Mitsuri he needs it

not a great brother over all but I think he has some highlights

MITSURI KANROJI

stop I can see it now it would be such a cute family dynamic

she would want to make flower crowns with/for you

pretty quick to open up to the idea of an older sibling figure

please help her even though she’s a love Hashira she has no idea how to talk to Obani

she would make you food, definitely

I feel like she would enjoy going on walks to clear her mind of all the bad thoughts that come with being a demon slayer

she’s a hugger I know it

she laughs at all your jokes

if she’s sick she will whine that she’s dying and needs you to take care of her

if she gets hurt she will whine that she’s dying and needs you to take care of her

literally the best sister you could ever have

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

This ball of rage would be so overprotective

he would rarely let you take care of him because he didn’t want to be seen as weak

is always trying to push you to be stronger because he doesn’t like to hang around weak people

will go with you as back up on your missions

if anything ever happened to you because of a demon he would lose his shit

you have to stop him when he stabs nezuko cause he won’t listen to the others

he’s fun but very intense 8/10 on the brother scale

GYŌMEI HIMEJIME

He’s so emotional like he would be very sensitive to how you were feeling

if something is bothering you we’ll now it’s bothering him

would definitely be fine with you bandaging him up when he needs it

he would teach you all the things he knows even if you’re older than him

you’re his eyes

he gives you little trinkets

I think you are the type of siblings who can have a whole conversation without saying a word

EVERYONE TOGETHER

ANGST

what we’re you supposed to do the demon had obviously made a plan before coming here. You watched as he calculated exactly when to launch his attack on the others. You couldn’t let that happen they were your family and you would do anything for them. So before he got a chance you full force slammed your shoulder into his side knocking him over. Raising your sword you plunged it into his head before pulling it out. Just as you were about to sever his head something pierced through the front of your uniform into your uniform. With a barely contained scream you looked down and saw it was a large stone. The one he had been fighting with. With whatever strength you still had you sliced off his head. Just as he began to disappear you collapsed.

“hey guys” Mitsuri said softly her eyes slowly filling with tears. Looking over the other hashiras saw your limp body. With eyes wide Shinobu ran towards you as quickly as she could before dropping to her knees. Mitsuri followed closely behind followed by the others. Placing her ear to your chest she heard nothing. She pulled away before shaking her head and staring down at your Giyū turned walking away he couldn’t look. Gyōmei’s tears fell more rapidly than usual as he clasped his hands praying for your safe travel to the world above. Sanemi looked at where the demons face was still disintegrating and he stabbed it over and over. Obani and Muichiro both stood there eyes totally blank and hearts broken. After everything you had done to protect them they had been to weak to protect you when you needed them.

I feel really bad that this took so long. I got pretty sick a few days ago so I’m not doing my best: Sorry if this was bad it’s been a while since I’ve seen demon slayer so I don’t remember everything about the characters. Thanks for your request and I hope you have a wonderful day.

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k1ckback · 2 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if I could get hunter x male reader who's got autism? If not, hunter x male reader where they're enemies but they get caught in a trap and the only way to get out safely is to dance in a specific way. (I've been listening to Underground by Cody fry on repeat and it's what gave me the idea 😅)

Yeah of course!

Hunter x Male! Autistic Reader

(I wrote this with a reader in mind but didn’t really fixate on gendered terms so this can be read as a GN Reader too)

(I also love Cody Fry dude, if you haven’t heard his other songs you should listen I’m sure you’d love them. Some of them are covers but honestly I think he outdoes himself with most of his music)

- not to push my agenda on here, but hunter’s also most likely on the spectrum, he just didn’t get the advantage of growing up in a place where diagnosis was an option. so when you first tell him about it prepare for lots of questions. it isn’t to overwhelm you (but if it does he will totally back off and give you some space) he’s just trying to make sure he knows everything he can.

- asks around (specifically luz as she has her own experience with diagnosis) and finds a few books on it, though he’s especially excited to learn from you (especially if this means that he can help you cope with any symptoms better)

- when he finds out about any interests of yours, he’s so beyond happy to see you excited about something, he wants to hear all about it, all your favorite facts, what first got you into it. (if this is also overwhelming he’ll opt to infodump about his interests instead) - definitely gets you tiny gifts related to your interests or hyperfixations, (or will make them depending on if it’s a common interest or not) though as much as he loves to see your reactions to them, he’ll occasionally leave them in your room just so you can react without worrying about masking. (he stresses out quite a bit himself when gifted something and having to immediately react in front of others) - similar to how he made his costume from cosmic frontier, if you want a halloween costume related to your interest this boy will put everything he has into making it for you. anything to see your joy. - that being said if anyone were to ever make fun of your excitement for these interests, they’ll have an angry hunter to deal with

- if you get overstimulated? he’s the best at finding hiding places. big closets, quiet gardens, places only the two of you frequent? his absolute favorite. he’ll hold you if you’re not uncomfortable with it, and if not he’ll sit beside offering verbal comfort (to his best capability) “it’s alright, I promise, i’m right here.”

- doesn’t realize it but he tends to mimic your stims, so if you don’t point this out to him someone in the group probably will. it’s both a case of mirroring and finding out stim’s he also likes. though has some of his own as well (chewing on things he’s holding, clapping, hand flaps) flapjack and him tend to flap together though.

- he did pick up a stim where he sang the burger king whopper song because he heard it in commercials too many times.

- if you have any sensory issues with food, he’ll be sure to advocate for them the best he can, whether this means helping you make safe foods or just reminding anyone making the food of these struggles. very “excuse me, they asked for no pickles” energy.

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cevansbrat0007 · 3 years ago

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The TikTok Terror Rises Again

Summary: The TikTok Terror is back with some new pranks for her poor men. Pray for them. Chris Evans x Black!Reader x Anthony Mackie

*Warnings: Shenanigans, Fluff, Some Smut, MFM, Angry Chris and Anthony, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Petnames, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks to @ljej95 for one of the suggestions included in this fic! As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

“So you thought it was funny to take a good 10 years off our lives?” Your Honeybear is pissed.

“I almost had a fucking stroke.” And so is your Dumpling. He hops off the counter to shut the oven door.

“Yeah? And I’m pretty sure I have a concussion.” Poor, poor Honeybear.

“Oh, Sweet Dumpling.” He glares at you. “I’m pretty sure you forgot to baste the roast.” You bat your eyes at him.

“Get. Her.” He growls.

You take off running, laughing when Anthony slips and falls as he tries to give chase. You make it to your office and lock the door, Still giggling, you use the adrenaline coursing through you to position your rather heavy desk against the door.

Looks like you’d be sleeping in here tonight. You grab a blanket and some snacks that you’d stowed away and curl up on your couch. Guess it was time to see what’s new on Kindle.

—

TikTok Prank #11: The Pickle Jar Hack

“Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like it’s just kind of…mocking us now?” Sebastian asks as he glares down at the source of his irritation.

“Mmhm.” Anthony grunts in response. “No, no. I feel it too. Like, if it was 6” and a man, I’d have to take him out back and give ‘em the business.”

“Well it’s not going to win, I can tell you that much.” Chris asserts with a growl as he picks up the pickle jar. “Gentleman, to the garage.”

You struggle not to laugh, but you could’ve sworn Chris had said that last line almost the same way he would say “Avengers Assemble”. Anthony, Chris, and Sebas had been trying to open the jar of pickles you’d placed in front of them for the better part of the last 20 minutes. “Guys, it’s okay. I really don’t need pickles that badly. Really it’s -”

“No!” Anthony barks as they head out to the garage. “It’s the principle of the thing. And if my baby wants pickles, my baby gets pickles.”

“Damn right she does.” Chris grumbles as he stomps out the door. “C’mon Seb.” And out they go.

It’s only when you hear the door shut that you allow yourself to give in to the giggles bubbling up in your chest. They had been so sweet when you’d approached them and said you’d needed help opening that damned jar. You’d seemed so frustrated, and of course you knew they wouldn’t hesitate to show off their strength. It was a man thing, you know?

But what they didn’t know, and what you had purposely neglected to tell them, was that you had already managed to open the jar on your own. And then you’d super glued it shut again. Nice and tight.

You fish out another jar of pickles from your secret hiding spot, along with a fork, and happily begin munching away. God, how you loved them. Your mother had eaten them all day long when she was pregnant with you and once you’d emerged from the womb, you had never been able to get enough. We’re talking Dill, Kosher, Garlic, Zesty Garlic…you could go through a jar on your own in like a day.

Allowing yourself one last spear, you return the jar to its home and wait. 15 minutes later, your favorite men and their friend return looking somehow both sheepish and triumphant.

“Well, Y/N.” Anthony coughs. “After employing the use of a couple tools, some mental prowess, and a little bit of elbow grease, we managed to get it open.”

“My heroes.” You bat your lashes at them. Their chests puff out a little at your praise.

“You know, uh, I’m actually the one who finally got it open.” Sebastian is proud to tell you. Chris and Anthony turn to scowl at him. “It was a group effort.” Your boys mumble.

You go to hug Sebastian first, which clearly irritates the others. He wraps his arms around you and then stiffens. He sniffs the air. “I’m sorry, but do you…do you smell like pickles?”

“What?” You cry out in indignation and back away, but not before grabbing the jar from him. “Of course I don’t!” Anthony and Chris’ heads swing to you. “She smells like pickles?”

“She does.” Sebas confirms, crossing his arms over his impressive chest. “See, this right here is the reason I have trust issues.”

Chris crooks his index finger at you. “C’mere, Y/N. Let me smell you.” You balk at that. No way, dude...

“First of all, I gotta tell you that that is such a weird thing to say. Also, no.” You reach for the glass of water sitting nearby, which only seems to arouse further suspicion. “If you must know, I took a couple shots of apple cider vinegar while you were out there. For the health benefits.” You shrug. “The smell is just probably in your nose or something.”

“Right.” Sebas mutters. “In my nose. Y/N, I think I speak for all of us when I say, you are so fucking lucky we love you.”

Anthony lets out a low whistle. “Don’t worry Sexy Sebas. We’ll deal with our girl tonight, and if necessary, you’ll get your apology tomorrow.”

“Yes you will.” Chris confirms. “Enjoy your pickles, sweetheart. Hope it was worth it.” And with that they head outside, mumbling things about women being bizarre as hell. Oh well.

More pickles for you!

—

TikTok Prank #12: Pretend To Throw Out Your Man’s Prized Possession(s)

“Oh good god!” Chris screams from the top of the stairs as you are helping Anthony run lines for his next role. “Guys, we’ve been robbed!” Both men had just returned home from separate promotional tours. Anthony on Tuesday and Chris on Wednesday. You both immediately perk up at the sound of the panicked man’s voice.

“We’ve been what?!” Anthony’s wide eyes stray to yours. “What?” He breathes.

“I - I…” You stumble as you meet his gaze. “No - no we weren’t…I would have known…”

“And you would have said something, right?” You aggressively nod your head as Chris races down the stairs.

“Dumpling, baby, there’s no way we could have been robbed.” You coo softly as you get up from your seat to stroke your thumbs over the apples of his reddened cheeks. He pulls your hands away to face Anthony.

“Mack, you don’t get it. I went to add my latest pair of designer shoes to my collection, and every pair was gone.” He’s breathing hard now, his breath coming in quick hot bursts. “I’m not talking one or two! When I say every fucking pair, I mean every fucking pair!”

“What are you talking about, man?” Your other boyfriend asks as he tries to process what his best friend is saying. “Y/N has been here the whole time. If there was a break-in then she would have known. She would have called the police and then us, way before now.” He looks to you for confirmation. “Right?” He tries again when you don’t respond quick enough.

“Come see for yourself then, Mack. I swear to god that I’m not making this shit up!”

“Um, okay…about the shoes…” You nervously twirl your thumbs as you look away. Silently you turn and head up the stairs, knowing they’ll follow. After a moment, you reach your bedroom where Chris’ sneaker collection had once lived. It also held Anthony’s expensive ass watch collection as well. But you weren’t brave enough to ever try anything with those.

As you expected, they are hot on your heels. You stop when you reach your room, the tense silence hanging thick in the air. “So about the shoes…”

“Yeah, tell me all about my goddamned shoes, Y/N.” He folds his arms over his chest, as does the other man standing next to him. Neither one of them look even the slightest bit happy with you, and there’s a part of you that knows things are only going to get worse before they get better.

“I may have…sold them while you were gone.” Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes close as you brace for the tidal wave that is Chris. Instead your ears are met with the sound of strained laughter. You open your eyes to see the man in question looking at you in disbelief as he laughs. The only real indication that it’s not any kind of a good laugh is the one lone tear that trails down his cheek as he does it. Anthony rests a comforting hand on his back.

Chris had snapped.

“Sweet girl…” Anthony is clearly digging deep for patience as he watches his friend sink to the ground, awash with grief. “Why? Just give me one good reason as to why you would have done that?” His voice is hard, which has you anxiously bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Well, because he had said he wanted to do some spring cleaning and make some space. So I did that. But I didn’t just want to throw them out, so I sold them.” Chris looks ready to have an aneurysm. “But we made good money off it. $10,000, in fact!”

“$10,000?” He whispers to Anthony. “She sold my babies for $10k.” Aw, shit. Is he hyperventilating now? “Y/N, that was a $100,000 fucking shoe collection! For fucks sake!” He lays down on the floor. Your other boyfriend goes to sit next to him.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” Anthony grits out. “You know how much we both love you, but right now I think you should leave. Just go downstairs or something until I can get him together.”

“But I -”

“GO!” They both point at the door. If you didn’t know what was really going on, their response would have made you cry. A lot.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” The sniffle you let out as you turn to leave is very real. “But before I do -” They both turn to glare at you so fast as if daring you to continue. “Come with me. What I have to show you might make you, both of you, a little less upset.”

You boys continue to glare at you. “Honeybear, help him up and then come on. And after, if you want, I’ll go. I’ll even leave the house and get a hotel.”

“She had better get a -” Chris interrupts.

“Stop, man. Our girl is not leaving this house.” They both get up and let you lead them down the hall to a different room. You enter and then open a closet door before flipping on the light…

Surprising them both with a renovated and very generously expanded closet that contains all of the missing shoes. Every. Single. Pair. Anthony pulls you back against his big chest as Chris brushes by you with an excited screech. “They’re all here, Mack! All of ‘em. Right here!”

“I had the work done while you guys were gone.” You mumble, staring at the floor.

“Y/N, baby…” Anthony leans down to whisper: “why do you always like to play such dangerous games with us?” He nibbles the shell of your ear.

“Thank you for the gift, sweet girl.” Chris murmurs from his place on the floor as he admires his collection. “But I’m going to warn you that as soon as I get the feelings back in my legs again, you need to be afraid. Very afraid.” The dark sincerity in his voice has you choking on air.

Meanwhile, Anthony’s arms remain firmly wrapped around your middle. “I’ve got her right here, homie. So take your time, because our baby’s not going anywhere.” His hand slips down your pants and into your panties, his fingers lightly swirling over your clit. He keeps going the longer Chris gazes at his shoes, his rhythm picking up, making you keen.

“Can you at least allow me a head start for my good deed?” You whimper. Kind of pathetically.

“No, Y/N. You’re staying right here. I’ll hold you all night long if I have to.”

—

TikTok Prank #13: Tell Your Man That You’re Meeting Up with Your Ex

You’re sitting on the couch in the living room with Chris. He’s on one and you’re on the other, with some random CNN special quietly playing in the background. Your man is reading the latest issue of Time Magazine, while you’re busy wasting time on your phone.

After a while, you let out a sigh. You can feel him look up at you, but you choose to keep your eyes on your phone. When you don’t say anything more, he goes back to reading. A few minutes later, you sigh again and mumble “okay, okay, Eric, fine”.

Chris perks up again, his head tilting to the side. Eric? He thinks to himself. Wasn’t that the name of…no it can’t be. There’s no way you would even think of talking to him.

You fling an arm over your head and stretch. “Hey Dumpling? I gotta head over to my ex’s for a minute.” Flashing him an “it is what is” style grin you go to get up off the couch.

“Excuse me.” He hisses. “Where do you think you’re going?” The look on his face lets you know that if he has any say about it, Eric’s house is the last place you’ll be going.

“It’s no big deal, baby.” You try to reassure him. “He just told me he found some of my stuff and wants me to come pick it up. I said I would because I want it back.” Chris throws his magazine to the floor as he stands up.

“What kind of shit could you possibly need from him after two and a half years?” Yeah, he’s pissed. And confused.

“Um, he told me found some of my books, a few pictures, a couple hoodies. Yeah, I definitely want those back - the books and the hoodies I mean.” To say Chris is anything but flabbergasted is putting it mildly.

“Oh fuck this game.” He mutters. “Anthony!” He bellows. “Anthony, get down here!”

“Dumpling, wait - please.” Chris holds up his hand at you.

“No, you wanna go to Eric’s place? Then I guess we’re all going to Eric’s place. I don’t even get why you want some fucking hoodies you haven’t missed or worried about in almost three years.” He’s in full rant mode now. “You don’t even wear the ones you have, you always steal ours and –.” Chris pauses. You can see the wheels turning in his head, right as Anthony comes down the stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants.

Damn is he fine. Both your men were.

“What, man?” He asks, clearly irritated. “I’m trying to get dressed.”

“Well then hurry up, because apparently the three of us are taking a trip.” He glares at you. “To Eric’s house.” Anthony looks at him as if he’s hit his head. “And just who the fuck is Eric, and why do we have to go there?”

You open up your mouth to respond, Chris isn’t having it. “Why, that’s Y/N’s ex. Apparently he’s been texting her.” Anthony’s full lips twist into a perplexed scowl. “He wants her to pick up some of her stuff after almost three years. Some books and some hoodies. Which she wants.”

Oy. Now they’re doing that thing where they talk about you as if you’re not here.

“And why the hell would she want those? It’s not like she even wears the ones she has. She’s always wearing ours and -” Now the gears are spinning overtime in his brain too.

Biting your thumb you try to interject, but they just keep going. “Chris, you and I both know we’re not letting our girl go to some deadbeat’s house to pick up some stupid fucking hoodies that she might’ve gotten from another man.”

“You’re right, Mackie.” They turn their heated gaze to you. “If our girl wants to wear a hoodie, she’s happy to raid one from either of our closets. She can even double up for all I care.”

“True enough. Because she knows that we were never a fan of the way he treated her in the first place.” Anthony crouches in front of you before gripping your chin in his hand. “And our sweet girl knows that if I saw him, I’d have to pop him in his mouth, and then it’d have to be something.”

Chris smirks at his words. “We both know that little bitch wouldn’t do shit.” He responds in reference to your ex.

“Right.” Anthony leans in to kiss your nose. “Which is why Y/N knows she’s not going over there. And if she can’t say “no”, then we’ll happily do it for her.” You’ve been so focused on your Honeybear that you’ve failed to notice that Chris is now hunched down next to you as well.

“Do you need to give me your phone, baby girl?” Anthony coos softly, which is in sharp contrast to the fire in his eyes. “Do you need us to tell that little sad sac that you have all the hoodies you’ll ever need?”

“No.” You whisper softly. “I - I got it. I’ll just block him. I don’t need those hoodies that bad.” You chuckle nervously.

“There we go.” Chris purrs. “See, Mack? I knew she could be a good girl. It just takes a little coaxing.” Anthony slowly lets go of your chin.

“Thank you.” He grunts. “Now can I please finish dressing without any more interruptions? I’m looking at you, baby.” You quickly nod your head. “I’ll bring you one of my hoodies when I come back down. Little brat.

—

TikTok Prank #14: Hide Under the Bed

Since you enjoyed scaring your boys so much the first time, you figure it’s worth another go round. Tonight you tell them that you’re going out with your friend, Serena. Which you are. You just plan to arrive home earlier than they expect. Which you do.

You know from the numerous, mildly tipsy texts that you’ve been receiving from them that they’re on their way home. Good. They’ve been teasing you all night, sending you message after message detailing how they plan to take you apart, work you over, and then put you back together again.

Knowing they’re due to arrive at any moment, you make your way upstairs. Stripping down to your black panties, pink cami, and black bra, you climb under the bed. It’s a tight fit for sure, but you’re committed to your cause.

You lie in wait, only perking up when you hear Chris and Anthony make their way into the house from the garage. The sound of their raucous laughter warms your heart. You positively adored your men, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t love fucking with them. So you stay hidden. You’d made sure to silence and hide your phone in your underwear drawer, so even if they called you, they wouldn’t know you were already home.

It takes a little while, but eventually you hear their heavy footfalls coming up the stairs.They begin talking softly when they enter the room.

“Aye Chris, what time is Y/N coming back? I want our girl home, man.”

You hear Chris sigh. “I don’t know, but hopefully soon. Give me a little more time to sober up and we’ll go get her.”

Anthony lets out a giggle. It’s manly, but it’s still a giggle nonetheless. “She’s gonna be so mad if we do that.”

“Yeah, but I kinda like it when she’s mad. She’s such a little handful.” The warmth in his voice has you positively melting.

“Mmhm, but then we get to settle her down. Trying to get our feisty wildcat to purr like the little kitten we both know she is…man...”

“But you gotta love the fact that she only purrs for us.” Chris’ voice is positively dripping with pure male satisfaction.

“I really want to make her purr right now.”

“Then let’s call a Lyft and go get our lady. Imagine how much fun we’ll have wrestling her into the backseat.” They both chuckle at that.

And that’s when you realize that you’ve been so caught up in their conversation that you’d forgotten you had a job to do. Taking a deep breath, you take your fist and bang it against the wall, causing a loud “thump”. Both men go quiet.

“That was the house settling, right?” Anthony breathes out, suddenly sounding nervous. “Please tell me that that was the house settling.”

“Uh, yeah. Of course it was, man. In fact, it sounded like it came from this wall over here.” Their socked feet move closer to your hiding spot under the bed. Not being able to resist, you slowly reach out to tickle their ankles.

“OH SHIT!” Anthony and Chris both squeak, yes squeak, at the same time, before suddenly leaping onto the bed and out of sight.

“Something touched me, bro.” Chris wheezes, clearly trying to catch his breath.

“Must have been a draft…” Anthony whispers, sounding rattled.

“Yeah, yeah. Except, the ceiling fan isn’t on and none of the windows are open.” They’re both breathing hard and on full alert. You pick that moment to bash one fist against the boxspring, while banging the other against the wall.

“FUCK THIS!” Chris all but bellows. But Anthony, well, your sweet Honeybear has had enough. From his position on the bed you hear him shout: “I don’t know who or what the fuck is in here, but our girl is coming home soon, which means me and my boy here are going to have to fuck you up!”

You hear Chris’ sharp intake of breath. “That’s right, Casper! So - so come on out and take your ass whooping like a man!”

You cover your mouth, torn between feelings of pride and straight up laughter. They were so cute that you decide it’s finally time to reveal yourself.

“You really want to fight me, boys?” You giggle from underneath the bed. “I mean, I’ll take you on. But can I at least stretch first?” You’re actually surprised when you hear them laugh. You’re talking about deep, gut-busting laughter coming straight from your men.

They climb off the bed and kneel on the floor to peek at you. “You are in so much trouble, sweet girl. Get your ass out from under there.” They help tug you out, still laughing. Anthony kisses your forehead. “You just took another five years off our lives, honey. That puts you at fifteen.”

Chris’ hands go to tickle your waist. “Mackie’s right. Now how do you plan to make things up to us before we expire?”

You drop down to your knees in front of them, hands going to the fastenings on their pants. “Hmm, I think I can come up with a few things.” You shoot them a mischievous as you take them into your mouth, one after the other. Over and over again

—

TikTok Prank #15: Get Your Man’s Reaction to the Infamous TikTok Leggings

Today you were going on a morning run. Your men were still sleeping, which gives you time to quickly tug on your new pair of those leggings everyone had been raving about on TikTok. You follow it up with donning a black sports bra and a baggy t-shirt, just before Anthony starts to wake.

“Mm…Y/N?” He murmurs sleepily, his hand reaching out in search of your warmth. Your men were so cute when they woke up. “Where you goin’ baby?”

“Just on a run, honey. Go back to sleep.”

“Skip it and come back to bed. Need you to keep me warm…”

“Shhh.” You whisper, not wanting to risk him waking Chris. You brush a quick kiss over his forehead. “Sleep, big man. I’ll be back soon.” You watch as his eyes flutter closed. Adorable.

Lacing up your shoes, you head downstairs to grab your phone, headphones, arm band, and a spray bottle before heading out through the garage. You pause at your car, opening the trunk where you deposit your t-shirt and grab another package. And then you were off.

Your run lasts about five minutes - just long enough for you to turn the corner and make it to your friend Rachel’s house. She greets you at the door with a mimosa.

….

After about an hour you say your goodbyes and take off for home. You knew your men would be awake by now. But before you leave, you take your spray bottle full of water and wet yourself down so it looks like you’ve really worked up a sweat.

As you near the house, you notice Anthony is outside talking to a neighbor. He notices your approach before your boyfriend does. “Good morning, Liam!” You wave at him. Anthony turns around and stops in his tracks, momentarily stunned, his smile frozen on his face as he takes in your attire. You sidle up next to them.

“Hey there, good lookin’!” You chirp, rising on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. You chuckle inwardly when you feel Liam’s gaze stray to your ass. “I just had the best run, but I am absolutely parched. See you guys later.”

You turn to walk inside, taking note of Anthony’s strangled gasp when he gets a load of your booty. Too bad you couldn’t shake it right now, but you make sure your hips sway with every step you take.

Two minutes later, you hear Anthony behind you. “Baby, I’m so glad you had a good run but…” You reach into the refrigerator for a bottle of water. “But what, honey?” He hops up and down just a little with restless energy.

“I was just thinking that maybe you should workout inside from now on.” Your only response is a raised brow, lips coming together in a firm line. “You know we’ve got that whole home gym downstairs that we barely even use.” Huh?

“Oh? Could’ve sworn you and Dumpling used it all the time.” He struggles to answer just as Chris walks in.

The other man immediately takes you in his arms. “Good morning, sweetness.” He growls into your neck. “Missed you in bed.”

“Oof!” You growl playfully. “Get off silly. I’m pretty gross right now. All this sweat and stuff…eww!”

“Aww, stop it, Y/N. You are the furthest thing from gross.” What you don’t know is that Anthony is behind you, motioning for Chris to look down. And when he finally does, he is mesmerized by the sight of your ass. “Damn.” He mouths at Anthony.

“I was just telling our girl here about the home gym downstairs.” He aggressively mimes for Chris to understand, which he quickly does.

“He’s right, he did. But I didn’t forget it was there. You boys use it all the time. And I like to run. Outside.”

“But baby…” Chris murmurs as he releases you. “We could work out together.” You take another pull of your water bottle. “Me and Mack could lift, you know? Curl some weights. And you…you could run on the treadmill.” You blink up at him, the look on your face letting him know that you are so not convinced.

“That’s right!” Anthony chimes in. “It’d be a whole little family affair.”

You turn your nose up at that suggestion. “Nah, running on a treadmill makes me feel like a hamster. Plus you guys make way too much noise when you workout. All that grunting and groaning…it’s too distracting.” You turn to head upstairs, giving both your men a good look at your legging-clad backside. You giggle softly when you hear their twin moans.

“Y/N, baby, but when you run outside you’ve got to think about cars…” Anthony growls as he jogs behind you.

“Thanks for the concern, Honeybear. But I run on the sidewalk, not in the street.”

And then comes Chris. “What about wild animals? Have you considered those?”

“Yep, he’s right, Y/N. We’re talking about stray dogs and cats…”

“Thanks for the concern, boys, but I’ll be fine. And you already know if I see either one, I will try to bring them home myself. So I’ll the one responsible for that battle.” You reach your bedroom and let out a sigh. Of course they’re still with you.

“But then you’ve got to think about coyotes! They are taking over!” Anthony exclaims.

“He’s right. I just watched a whole special on it.” That makes you roll your eyes.

“Coyotes? In the daytime? In this neighborhood? Okay.” You proceed to start getting undressed. “You know boys, typically I’d invite you to shower with me, but you’re both being weird so…” You take off your sports bra, letting your breasts go free.

“Guys.” You whip around to face them. “You’ve never been this odd about my runs before. Does this have something to do with my leggings? Do you…not…like them?” Both Anthony and Chris immediately focus on your chest. You cross your arms, inadvertently pushing them up even higher. You then watch as their heads simultaneously tilt to the side.

“They’re the breast.” Chris coughs. “I mean the best!”

“Baby, we love your leggings. It’s something about that ass that has us all twisted up.” Anthony breathes as his large, rough hand goes to rub at his hardening cock.

Paying them no mind, you yank your remaining clothing off your body and pad to the shower. “Well, gentleman, I’m about to shower. If either one of you can manage to untwist yourselves while the water heats up, then feel free to join me. If not, well…your loss.” With that you blow them both a kiss and stride into the bathroom.

“But if we untwist, then can we at least talk about the importance of stranger danger?” One of them cries out.

END

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izicodes · 2 years ago

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Ok hello again Xia! i was looking for some advice! as something i realized when going back to coding was that theres so many routes and resources to start from, i dont know where to go. ive been considering a freecodecamp certificate, and i found out about The Odin Project, i also bought an udemy course. all on web dev. and i an following some challenges in frontendmentor, so after all the time without coding suddenly im tad indesicive on the best path. im in a uncomfortable spot where im not a beginner but im advanced. what would you suggest?

Hiya again! Hope you’re well!!

Now that is a pickle you are in! You could say with coding/programming, having an abundance of resources around you can be a con as well, it’s overwhelming a bit! I’ve literally been in your situation before!

At the beginning, I mainly used Udemy courses and Freecodecamp’s YouTube channel (not their actual site). This is when I was learning HTML, CSS and JavaScript.

See, I’m more of a visual learner, I like seeing things be done rather than read them so the video courses really helped me. I would have the video courses, whether YouTube or Udemy, on one window and I’ll have my code editor up as well and I’d go through the lessons bit by bit.

Anytime I was stuck I would use W3Schools, MDN Docs or any pdf books on the language (if you need the link to find the books, dm me and I’ll share with you (that goes for anyone as well only because… I can’t find the link rn 😂)).

Personally I haven’t used The Odin Project to the max ONLY BECAUSE I just dropped it at the time to focus on C# and forgot to go back 😅 But I have heard really go things from their courses.

My real advice 👩🏽‍💻

Know the type of learner you are: does reading and making projects help? Or do you need an instructor from the video courses to help you?

Stick with the Udemy courses (especially you paid for them) but make sure it’s a really good that you bought

Any major milestone in your learning, build a project. Does not have to be massive, just so you worked with the new concept you’ve learnt hands-on

Building projects is the best way to learn overall. Learn the basics and build projects, the new stuff will come as you build. E.g. you built a basic form page but oh! You want to learn some JavaScript to make alerts and pop-ups for any errors the user makes! You start to learn the JavaScript to do that and so on…

Challenges are best when you know the basics of everything - Basic HTML and CSS and maybe some basic JavaScript, if the challenges includes it

Example route to follow: Udemy courses > YouTube Videos > Build projects > Stuck? W3Schools and/or MDN Docs > Extra learning? Read the books > BUILD PROJECTS > keep building projects

Need a roadmap to follow, to get an idea of what is needed of a Web Developer? Here’s a link to one >> [LINK]

I hope this helps! Still stuck? Dm and we can work together on getting you sorted~! Good luck with your studies! 🥰🙌🏾❤️

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en-hale-archives · 4 years ago

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Me with You ~~

pairing ⑅ bestfriend!Jake x fem!reader

genre ⑅ friends to lovers, fluff, slow dancing, suggestive/smut

words/read time ⑅ 3.9k/12-19 mins

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, light cussing

synopsis ⑅ Jake is back in his hometown to spend time with his closest friend. During some fun and frivolous dancing, things start to heat up...

author's note ⑅ I’m really proud of how this story turned out. I'm not a huge fan of second person, so I wrote in first, but if anyone asks, I can copy and post again in second person. It's more fluff than anything, but it does get a bit steamier towards the end, so I’m just going to go ahead and put a warning.

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When the back door finally slammed shut and the cacophony of barks faded down the street, I could finally let out my sigh of relief that I had been holding in since this morning. I tapped on my phone. How many days had we been watching Mrs. Chen’s pets? And just how was I able to put up with hours of barking, the smell of fresh turd lying across the lawn, and dog walks till dark? Including their rigorous feeding times and bathroom breaks -- I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet.

I had so much planned the minute they left my house, but instead, the sudden silence felt all too relaxing and I laid my head against the cold countertop. I could finally stop stressing, stop thinking, and stop worrying about reprimanding for chewing on my shoes or peeing in the house or the continued barking that never ended. I was free. I felt like I could’ve stayed laid on the countertop forever, drowning in the evening sun. Who knew watching five dogs would take such a burden out of a person. Jake and I had taken on the job of dog sitting for Mrs. Chen while she visited some family in Tokyo. We both switched off every other day; some of the dogs at my house and the others at his; until we realized it would be easier if he just spent the few days at my house as we co-doggy sat. He got up bright and early to take them on their walks while I prepared their highly detailed and specific meals. Then from there, we spent the rest of the day making sure they didn’t run off somewhere or cause too much destruction in the house. But alas, Mrs. Chen came back early from her getaway and picked up Toby, Caleb, Khao, Sofia, and Pickle on her way home. Although I was exhausted from watching 3-foot dogs all day, the pay was amazing for me, and it would help tremendously for all the online classes I was going to be taking next semester.

The warmth of the sun cast a comforting trance over my heavy eyelids, and soon enough I was fast asleep, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the soft sound of nothing surrounding me.

By the time I had fluttered my eyes open, I had realized I was now seated in my dining chair and a large black jacket was placed over my shoulders. I sat up and let out a yawn, wincing at the bright light coming from the tv and shaking my now numb arm awake. I must have been sleeping for a while because the evening sun had turned to pitch of black. The moonlight beamed through the window and danced along with the sways of the large oak tree out front. I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator in which I grabbed two water bottles and some leftover pasta.

I was sure that Jake hadn’t eaten since lunch, seeing as he only ate if someone sat food in front of his face. I dragged my feet up the stairs until I heard the slamming of a book and the fast typing of a keyboard come from the living room. I turned and looked behind me. Jake had settled his things on the coffee table and floor, large books, folders, and several amounts of crumpled up pieces of paper found their way around Jake, himself slouched up against the edge of the couch. He had changed clothes since the last time I had seen him, he now wore a plain blue shirt with grey sweats, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked hard on whatever he was getting at.

“Oh yes, I was starving!” Propping himself up on the couch, he took the plate of pasta. I placed the waters on the coffee table and settled comfortably on the couch beside him.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anybody sleep standing up before. Look,” Jake took his phone off the charger. “I got a picture.” He pushed the screen in my face, and of course, there was my unconscious body laying on the counter, mouth open and all. I playfully pushed it back his way as his face lit up with a smile I was all too familiar with.

“What are you doing down here so late, it’s almost 12 in the morning,” I asked. Jake’s smile disappeared when he was reminded of the work he had been doing seconds before.

He let out a large huff of air. “Trying to get some words on paper but instead it turned into a paper massacre,” he jokingly replied, “sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, taking a swig of water. I was going to ask if he wanted to watch a late-night movie, or pull an all-nighter and talk endlessly until the sun rose, but I could tell by each passing second that Jake was worried about this, and he wanted the time he had now over the summer to work on his music. I wished I was motivated to work on my own music, but unlike Jake, I wasn’t in a globally popular boy band. My complicated best friend for over 10 years had been working his butt off since middle school. It was his annual time to sit back and relax while he had the time to, but instead, he chose to use that time to help watch a bunch of dogs with his hometown bestie. God, I loved him.

Jake pulled himself off the couch and right back onto the floor, leaving the rest of the pasta to me. He picked up his pen again and started scribbling down words as quickly as he could, trying hard not to forget the lyrics that had floated into his head. Until he stopped, closing his eyes for just a split second, and let out a powerful sigh. Crumpling up the sheet, he stacks it on top of the others in frustration and started frantically tapping his pencil against the table.

“Maybe it’s best to just try again in the morning,” I advised, taking a small bite of the pasta that was left by my side.

“How come I’m having such a hard time with this?” He gazed up at me frantically for a clue, as if I had the answer to fix a problem as big and as important as his was. I looked at his doleful eyes and the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. I couldn’t help but think, because I made you sit up and watch a bunch of dogs with me.

“Do you want me to see if I could come up with something?”

“If you want. But, hold on, I think my thoughts are coming back up.” He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I tried my best to keep occupied by watching videos on my phone, but I found myself suddenly bored out of my mind. I laid out on my back and picked up one of Jake’s folders. Briefly looking through it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the amount of fan art and letters, praising him and the other members. Followed with that were just more and more engene stuff, full of nothing but kind words and heartfelt messages. Part of me wished that I was able to travel with Jake and see the world like he was. How fun would it be to meet people that praised you? And how cool would it be to see that you had fans? I couldn’t help but plaster on a huge smile as I skimmed through some of the notes until I finally came to one with familiar handwriting.

Remember Me were the words written on the top of the paper in bold and bright colors. But the message written underneath is what caught my attention:

To the person that makes me the luckiest guy in the world, this song is for you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but please just remember me -- it was Jake’s handwriting.

I didn’t feel like I was breaking any crime reading his stuff until this moment, but curiosity killed the cat, and right now I didn’t mind being a feline. I checked to make sure Jake was still busy, and he was, almost like he had teleported into his own world. I quietly turned back to the sheet and started reading. It was about a girl, presumably his crush I’m sure. She was someone important to him, someone who made him love so much that it hurt. But this was far from a happy song, in fact, it was terribly heartbreaking. She didn’t understand his love, she wasn’t able to interpret it like he wanted her to. But he confesses that he was scared of what telling her would do, worried that she wouldn’t feel the same. So instead, it was like he was apologizing, and asking that she forgive him for not being brave enough to tell her, and if he did ever get the courage to, for her to remember him even if she wasn’t able to love him like he wanted her to.

The song ends like how the title began, and I find myself flabbergasted at the beautiful mixes of rhymes and metaphors that read like a poem. This was the first of Jake’s songs that made me feel this way, like I had just finished watching a tragedy movie with Ryan Renolds starring. I blink back the tears that I didn’t realize were forming. How come he never told me this? We never kept secrets from each other, like ever. It never mattered the subject or the severity, we had always promised that we would be open and honest with each other. I wish I would’ve known this sooner, maybe I could’ve saved him from feeling this way. And what girl could it possibly be? I knew for sure I was the only girl he was presumably close to; but was there someone else?

I glanced down at Jake, who was still in a focused state of mind with the pencil in his mouth and mumbling lyrics softly under his breath. I tried picturing my bubbly Jake writing these agonizing words and miserably failed.

Jake looked up at me as if he could feel my gaze on the back of his head. “I think I’ve found the chorus, but it’s the rest of the song I’m not able to get, and how come it’s so hard to find another word that rhymes with severe? Beer? Sphere? Revere? Appear? Gosh, rhyming sucks some serious ass!”

“This song is beautiful.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“This song I found in your folder.” I glanced back at it in my hand. “Remember Me.”

Jake’s gaze leaped from my eyes to the sheet, and I felt his body tense. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I was just going through one of your folders. Did you accidentally get it mixed up in your fan folder? Cause this is -”

“Did you read it?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, and it’s perfect.”

Jake glanced at me for a split second before turning back around, obviously uncomfortable. “I was watching one of those Kdramas you love so much and it inspired me. Could you help me rhyme with severe now?”

I knew Jake like the back of my hand, so I knew continuing on with this conversation would get him upset if he’s clearly avoiding it. But, I wasn’t going to just let him off that quickly. “Jake, come on, you can tell me anything. Who is this about?”

Jake looked back at me with a hint of something in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before, and something I wasn't able to decipher. “Nobody, I was just feeling really inspired, that's it.” His tone had switched from calm to agitated.

I give him my I’m-not-stupid look and he comes back with his own you’re-being-delusional stare. “It’s seriously nobody, truthfully and honestly.”

“Okay, okay I’ll back off.” I could tell he was starting to get defensive, and when he got like that, it took him at least a few hours before returning to normal. I watched Jake's Adam's apple move up and down, a way in which I could tell he knew I was not convinced in the slightest. “Well, sometimes we go through things that can remind us of situations like that, but not necessarily in that same exact context, you know? It has to be amplified for that audience appeal.”

“Okay...but have you ever felt this way before? Not exactly like how it’s written, but maybe somewhere along these lines?”

I thought I was going to get another vague answer, or worse, an aggravated one. But instead Jake looked down at his pencil as he tapped it along his wrist. “...maybe, but I think everyone can connect to the words in some way. I mean, everyone feels some kind of heartbreak in their life, right?” Jake's answer was still pretty vague, but at least I was able to get something out of him.

“Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, like, anything ever because you know that you’ll never actually have to feel this way, right?” I said, maybe too much in a hurry.

“Of course I know that.” He replied, giving one of his awkward grins.

“And if anyone has made you feel this way, then you know you can tell me that too cause there a sucker to lose out on a perfect person like you.” I teased in a sing-song way, poking his shoulder hard. Jake chuckled and poked me back.

A weird silence grew in the room, and Jake went back to trying to find rhyming words. I tried getting back on my phone, but I knew I needed to say something to let go of the tenseness in the air.

“Hey, crystal clear rhymes!”

He leaned his head back and looked up at me. “Nevermind, I give up for tonight.”

I could see the stress that played on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake pulled his knees up to his chest and spoke. “This was going to go on our album comeback that needs to be finished in the next four months. By the time I think of something, it'll be too late and I’ll have to wait until the next four months. But by then, I'll have forgotten. This always happens and I have no idea how the hell to fix it.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or just a bit of comfort.

“Did you try asking the other guys to see if they had any ideas?”

“Yeah, but they’re working on their own parts, I can’t ask them to do this too.”

“I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you asked,” I assured him.

“I know they would, but I just don’t want to. I always ask them for help, I thought being away from the studio and being back home would help my brainstorming abilities.” He gave a weary chuckle that almost sounded like a groan.

“Well, maybe tomorrow will come with better results.” I did my best to give him some motivation, but I could tell I was failing miserably at that too.

Jake watched as a car zoomed past the window, a low bass sounding off as it zoomed away. “I bet it’s easier to just listen to music than to try and come up with it. I remember when I would just blare NCT all day long and jam out in my room. It seemed so much easier back then to come up with stuff than it does now. I miss it.” He took a slight pause before continuing. “ Did you know that song you read was the easiest thing I have written in my life? I remember writing too. I just had this super weird feeling in my chest one day so I basically locked myself in my room and took maybe two hours and just wrote a bunch of words down and connected them to sound like a song. For once my mind had just gone blank and I couldn’t stop thinking and feeling that song, like I knew what it was supposed to sound like, I knew what the lyrics were supposed to mean. I just knew everything. And I miss that feeling, that feeling of like- '' He broke off his sentence when he looked back up to my eyes. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to me. He swallowed hard and looked back at the pencil still in hand.

“Well, I'm sorry you don’t feel free anymore. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel like that again-”

“No, please don’t feel like that. It’s just something that had just recently started happening, something I really just can’t fix…” His voice gets softer and softer the more he spoke.

“Have you spoken to your manager about it?” I asked. “He’s super nice from what I understand. And he’ll probably have better answers than your friend who can barely play the piano, let alone produce an entire song.”

Jake laughed before I had the chance to. “ See, now you're underestimating yourself. Remember that song from freshman year? The one about-- what was his name, Josh?” Jake teased. I grabbed a pillow and slammed it into the back of his head. “Oh my gosh, I thought we promised we’d never bring it up again!”

Jake chuckled and laid his arm on the couch completely turning towards me. “How about we sneak out and go get ice cream and try to not wake up your mom in the process?”

I suddenly jumped to my feet when I have the perfect idea on how to cheer up the gloomy Mr. Shim. “Or, we could do something even better!”

“Urgh!” Jake groaned.

I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to the speaker. I was going to turn on his hit song Drunk-Dazed as a joke, but Jake needed this break from his career, so instead, I crunk up Beyonce as loud as it could go without disturbing my mom who slept upstairs. I turn back to Jake and reach out for his hands, already moving my hips to the music.

He shook his head and threw it back onto the couch as if throwing a temper tantrum. “I literally dance for a living.”

“Okay but this will be different, I promise.” I grabbed the piles of papers on the ground and threw them in the trash, I then pushed the coffee table near the wall and piled his folders and books neatly on top.

“Come on, cowboy!” I grabbed his hands and helped him up. He was reluctant to get up, but he threw one last groan before standing on his feet.

“This will get the brain juices flowing again!” I told him. I go back to my phone and switch it to one of my favorite Beyonce songs that she covered, At Last.

I sang dramatically to get Jake to smile, and luckily, it worked. I placed both my hands over his shoulders and swayed us back and forth, still miming the song as overly exaggerated as I could. Jake still couldn’t help but smile, and it didn’t take him long to join me in the rhythm and sway naturally with me. I learned at our middle school dance that Jake had perfect rhythm. He was able to impress the rest of the crowd when he busted out moves from BTS. Everyone was impressed, including me.

Now we were on a steady roll. I accidentally stepped on his feet a few times, but it was fine seeing as I was wearing foam flip-flops and he was barefooted. After a while, the song switched and played another of my favorites that didn’t match our style of dance, but we still moved slowly to the beat. Jake tried twirling me, but since I have two left feet, I almost ended up hitting the wall each time and Jake laughed loud at my clumsiness. The moonlight from the kitchen had now switched to the window in the living room. It gleamed through and glistened on Jake like a spotlight, just like the ones on the stage did for him. In a split second, I was reminded that he wouldn’t be here forever, just like he wasn’t here for the past year. I tried to not let it settle on my face that I was scared to see him go again, so I played up on the fun we were having now. Jake looked like he was at ease; finally, since he’d been here, he looked genuinely happy and I wasn’t going to ruin that.

After another handful of songs full of laughs and giggles, we were soon sweating and taking deeper breaths than normal. Each song was different from the one before, but it didn’t stop us from sticking to our style of dance. Even with the simplicity of the moves and the slowness of the steps, I had to take a minute to relax. I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my entire body on his. I could feel Jake’s own sweat seeping through his shirt, But I didn’t mind the wetness that was now attached to my cheek. I thought he would act awkward and ask for me to pull away, but instead, he gripped tighter on my hips and started slowly moving me side to side. I let out a long overdue sigh, trying my best to match the steady breathing of Jake’s with my own. It was actually therapeutic: hearing his heartbeat in one ear and the softness of the music in the other.

I tried to continue our steady breathing together, but his had picked up a bit, almost out of nowhere. I felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, and it made my entire body tingle in a way it never had before. After this sudden feeling, I realized just how close we really were. His leg hair tickled my legs, I could feel the bone of his foot connecting to mine, I could feel his thin waist against mine as well. I felt like I needed to back up, but instead, I couldn’t and continued to sway softly against him. A few seconds later, Jake’s hands rose a little higher, planting themselves on my waist and tightening their grip as if they were trying to pull me closer than we already were.

The sensation hadn’t stopped though, it clung to my body like my damp shorts did on my thighs. Sooner or later I felt pressure on the lower part of my stomach and thought for sure that Jake was messing around and wasn’t feeling what I was, which indicated that I needed to pull back before this feeling became too much.

This is so embarrassing. I thought. How could I let myself feel like this? How was this in any way okay? I finally pulled back, the sensation becoming too unbearable, and glanced up at his face. His pupils were large in a way I hadn’t seen before. His mouth was slightly open and a drop of sweat slowly traced down his forehead, onto his nose. That pressure I was feeling on my stomach had now doubled in force, and Jake's face had switched from calm and subtle, to alarmed and panicked...

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(part 2 possibly...?)

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the-swedes-knees · 4 years ago

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Time in A Bottle (Agent Mobius x Reader)

Summary: Everyone has a guilty pleasure. For Mobius, it's a slice of pie in a very specific slice of time.

Word Count: 1.8k

Located in the middle of Downtown, bordering on the corner of old-time druggies and newly gentrified condos was a moderate sized building with an exorbitant monthly rent.

It was a theme restaurant, if the theme was 'we opened in 1953 and we'll be damned if we change the decor'- done up in chrome and frosted glass windows that clashed against the surrounding brick and mortar. The neon sign bearing the establishment's name had burnt out years ago, but it wasn't the type of place one would seek out.

Unless you were Mobius, that is.

[09:45:00]

Technically, he shouldn't be here.

His unit was nearly a mile out, or, more accurately, they would be within the hour. Dates like this, where a simple flap of a fat pigeon's wing could ripple into Nexus event after Nexus event had a name. A proper designation in their severity and frequency of necessary resets.

But he just always referred to them as 'a real pickle'.

You glance up at the front door as the brass bell affixed to the frame jingles loudly. The man that enters looks around the place before making eye contact with you and smiles. He points to the empty bar and you nod your head.

Once you finish refilling the other customer's drink, you see that he's made himself comfortable in the middle stool.

"Hey there." You greet from the opposite side of the counter. He offers a sheepish greeting in response as you set a water down in front of him, balancing a plastic straw on the rim of the glass. "Can I start you off with some coffee? Just made a fresh pot."

"That'd be great, thanks."

You place the mug and matching saucer in front of him and pour. For a moment you look up at him, and he's smiling a very genuine smile- something very rare these days.

As soon as it's full to the brim you're reaching under the counter and grabbing a clean glass sugar pourer, placing it right next to his cup.

"How'd you know?"

"Customer service intuition, I guess." He thanks you before unfurling the napkin containing his flatware. Like someone with real proper manners, he drapes the napkin over one of his legs before stirring an ample amount of sugar into his drink.

You can't help but notice just how much he fits in to the whole aesthetic with his well fitted brown suit and slim tie. New York offered a multiplicity of personalities, and you'd become quite numb to anything and everything that would walk through that door.

Yet, someone about this man was intriguing, familiar in a way. Like in the past life he was a PI that you hired to confirm your husband's affair.

Both a confidant, and a stranger.

"Feel free to take your time, but, do you know what you'd like?" You note his closed menu pushed to the side. He raises his eyebrows and nods while mid-sip, and you pull out a notepad and pen from your apron.

"Sure do, could I get two slices?" He points the vintage rotating pie cooler to your left and specifies his selection.

Easy enough. You put two generous slices onto separate plates, and he declines your offer of whipped cream or ice cream on top.

"Good choice, this one's my favorite."

"You don't say." The knowing twinkle in his eye wasn't noticed as you busied yourself with refilling his coffee. He holds his hands up in mock defeat and sighs. "Well, I guess you'll have to join me." The ceramic scraped against the quartz tabletop as he pushed one of the plates across the bar, directly opposite himself.

"I'm on the clock-"

"Don't worry, another customer doesn't come in for-" He pauses to flex his arm, riding his jacket sleeve up just enough to check his wristwatch. "12 minutes and 43 seconds."

[09:52:16]

"Am I supposed to trust you on that?" You raise an eyebrow, and his only response is a slight head tilt and pushing the second slice a nudge closer to you.

It wasn't every day courteous men offered you a break in the form of your favorite desert. Your face screwed up in contemplation as you looked at the only other two patrons in the diner before giving in and grabbing a second set of flatware. "Well, it is slow-"

"For a Friday?" He has another bite before setting down his fork and dabbing at his face with his napkin.

"Is it Friday already?" You sigh, bent over the counter to take a bite of the pie. Delicious as ever. "Hardly feels like it, all the days are melding together."

"I think this one will stand out."

"What is the date, anyway?"

"May 4th." You make a hum of acknowledgement and he gives you a lopsided grin. "2012, incase you forgot the year too."

"I'll mark it in my calendar," You laugh, using your hand to cover your mouth as you continue to chew. "'The Day I Met-'"

"Mobius." He introduces himself, extending his hand over the counter and you shake it. His grip is firm, authoritative. Before you can reply with your own name, he refers to you by it while maintaining perfect eye contact.

You can't explain why, but it feels so right when he says it. Like it was perfectly made to be pronounced in his charming Texan drawl with just the faintest hint of gravel.

While you're fixed in a stunned silence his eyes deliberately dart to the lapel of your uniform. You follow his gaze and laugh at yourself for neglecting that you were indeed wearing a nametag.

"So Mobius... like, from maths?"

"Yeah, like math." He eyes his untouched water and picks up the plastic straw. His fingers move carefully, removing the straw from the perorated paper. You watch with curiosity as the man twists the paper once and pinches the two ends together with his thumb and index finger.

Mobius holds his opposite hand out to you, confident, waiting. With a bemused smile you allow him to guide your hand. His skin is warm, presumably from the way he had cradled his coffee mug, but it's comforting in a way. His rough hand guides you, your finger tracing the geometry of the paper-straw shape.

"A path that twists and turns... but always ends back at the same spot."

"I wasn't very good at math." You admit, and gesture around as if working in a place like this was a testament to that fact. "Why does it matter that it always ends where it began?"

"Well, that all depends on perspective. Maybe it doesn't matter. But to the one who observes it, it makes all the difference." You quirk an eyebrow, silently pressing him to elaborate. "Maybe that point's... where you got your first kiss, the feeling when your favorite football team scores a winning touchdown, a perfect sunset-"

Mobius catches himself trailing off, and looks down at his plate. He puts another bite onto his fork and cheers it to you.

"Or having pie in good company."

You look around the mostly empty diner before bracing your arms against the counter, leaning in as if you were to whisper some great secret.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a bit odd?"

[09:59:06]

"No-" His eyes crinkle as he laughs. "No, that's a new one. But you find it charming." He winked, actually winked, and leaned back in his stool, smirking into his coffee.

Your fork was halfway to your mouth as your just stared at him, frozen. You feel your mouth open and close a few times as you try to think of a somewhat dignified response.

"How would you know that?"

"I just know things." He shrugged.

"Like what?" You challenged.

"How about, Paul- over there." You crane your head to follow his line of eye, your coworker currently bussing a table that had just left. "Worked in this place five years, loves Coke- from the glass bottle, nothing else. Has a girl on the Upper East Side and runs a decent sized internet radio station out of his apartment."

"You're one of his listeners." You narrowed your eyes at him, a perfectly reasonable explanation.

"Oh, no. Hyperpop... not my style."

"Alright, BBC Sherlock-" You countered. You give a subtle head tilt to a woman sitting in a far off booth, papers spread out on the table around her pancake combo. Whoever she was, she definitely wasn't a regular. "How about her?"

"Mrs. Braverman. Youngest of eight siblings, English teacher at the charter school up the avenue. Actually prefers imitation maple syrup to the real thing."

You know very well Mobius could be talking out of his ass. But he's confident, nonchalantly so- like this was a game to him and he was obviously winning.

"What about me?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Your anticipation is palpable as he swallows his final bite, taking the time to wipe his face of crumbs before smiling softly at you.

"You are... a poem of a person. Charming, capable, when you walk into a room people notice- even if you convince yourself that they don't." His gaze is steady, patient, and he's looking at you as if you're the only person in the universe. "You have big dreams, far beyond all... this... and you're gonna make it."

[10:04:59]

The sound of the door chime breaks you out of whatever hypnotic state you had found yourself in. Sucking in a breath and blinking away the very beginnings of tears in your eyes you tell the new customer to sit wherever they like.

Mobius took this chance to check his handheld, sighing at the time and the ever-growing slope of the branch variation.

The reset charge would be set soon, with or without him there.

"Look at that. Duty calls." He stands up and pulls a billfold from his jacket pocket, not even counting as he puts the cash down on the counter.

Mobius turns to leave, but hesitates. He turns back around to face you and places his hands on his hips. Allowing himself to play into the fleeting illusion just a tad longer.

"One more thing I know about you-" Mobius rubbed his chin in careful consideration. "You have a date tonight."

"Ah-" You wag your finger at him and shake your head side to side, "got one wrong."

"Did I? Ah- well... How about we change that?"

You pause. The plates you had been holding found their way back to the counter as you set them down slowly. Once again in a very short time span, he had left you speechless.

"That... was possibly the lamest pickup line I've ever heard." Though you mean it to be snarky, it sounds more like praise coming from your smiling lips. "I get off at 6:30."

"Alright." He looks perfectly pleased with himself as he lightly knocks on the counter with his fist. "It's a date."

Walking out the door, Mobius gave one last look at the diner before reporting to the event site.

He knew would see you again, always at 9:45.

#agent mobius #mobius #mobius m. mobius #agent mobius x reader #mobius x reader #loki series #loki #marvel #marvel x reader #sorry for the interruption from my usual content #but I love time traveling men

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volkswagonblues · 5 years ago

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a lil guide to the Fire Nation for the ATLA fic writers out there

(aka. a no means exhaustive primer on east asia by an asian person)

This is a guide for fic writers want to write a canon-era story set in the Fire Nation, or featuring Fire Nation characters. A quick little primer on the tiny details of everyday life that you might not think about, but certainly stuff that would make me, an asian person, wince if I were to encounter it. BRUSHES, not quills. CHOPSTICKS, not forks.

(note #1: this was partly inspired by a chat with @elilim)

(note: #2: I originally intended it for zukka fic writers before realizing that other writers might find it useful. so apologies for a slight Zuko-bias for that reason)

(note #3: this is all stuff i was thinking about when writing firebender’s guide, in case anyone was wondering)

1. CLOTHING

Okay, I think the most straightforward way to describe what everyone’s wearing most of the time is “tunic”. They’re all just...tunics of different colours and varieties. Later when Zuko’s the Fire Lord he wears robes. The show provides a better visual guide than I could, here are a few notes to keep in mind:

a) Japanese people wear their collars LEFT crossed over RIGHT

I don’t think this would come up in writing as much as it would in art, but it’s considered bad luck to do it the wrong way because that’s only for dead people. Let my boy Zuko demonstrate:

b) There are no buttons

This is picky, but Wikipedia says “Functional buttons with buttonholes for fastening or closing clothes appeared first in Germany in the 13th century.[6] They soon became widespread with the rise of snug-fitting garments in 13th- and 14th-century Europe.” I kinda believe it. If you look closely, characters’ clothes are always tied together or wrapped in some way with a belt. If there are fasteners, they’re braided frog closures that go into a little loop, like the qipao-style dresses women wear in Ba Sing Se, or Zuko’s casual prince’s clothes in the topmost image. Anyways, I don’t think Zuko or Azula or the Gaang would technically button or unbutton anything when they’re changing clothes. Clothing is designed to be tied, not buttoned.

[so much more under cut]

c) This isn’t a real rule, but there’s something called koromogae, or the seasonal changing of clothing in Japan.

This is something I learned when I was writing firebender’s guide, and I just liked the fun detail about there being a strict calendar for when to wear something. I liked the idea of someone like Zuko, who actually spent most of his formative years outside of the Fire Nation, coming home and just suffering mutely through the summer heat because upper class etiquette says no changing into cooler clothes until August 15.

From My Asakusa:

And this website:

Generally, people change from thick, heavy, dark-coloured clothes for winter to thin, lighter, bright-coloured clothes for spring and summer. In traditional Japanese culture, particularly in formal settings such as tea ceremony, it is important to acknowledge the changes of seasons—in such circumstances, not only the patterns and colours of the kimono that are worn but also the utensils and furniture that are used are required to change. By changing their clothing, people notice and appreciate the change of seasons. [Japan Foundation]

Here are some visual guides from the official creators for clothes: (notice how it’s pretty much always left over right)

2.FOOD AND EATING

a) Traditional cuisine

It seems like the most common foods in canon are Fire Flakes and meat, to the point where poor Aang had to eat lettuce out of the garbage at some point.

HOWEVER, the Fire Nation seems to basically a big subtropical archipelago, so I would guess that seafood and rice are common. If you want to write about characters eating, a. quick google for “traditional japanese cuisine” would help you come up with a menu really quickly.

Wikipedia says:

The traditional cuisine of Japan, washoku (和食), lit. "Japanese eating" (or kappō (ja:割烹)), is based on rice with miso soup and other dishes; there is an emphasis on seasonal ingredients. Side dishes often consist of fish, pickled vegetables, and vegetables cooked in broth. Seafood is common, often grilled, but also served raw as sashimi or in sushi.

But before we get too serious, at one point the Gaang eats a “smoked sea slug” (Sokka’s Master)

Oh ATLA, never stop being you.

b) Utensils

One thing to keep in mind is chopstick etiquette. Someone like Zuko or Toph, for instance, would have completely internalized all of these.

Another thing is that there are no glasses. Cups and bowls are made of ceramic or clay. Let the Gaang show you:

And another note: characters won’t eat “bread” in the European sense, ie. a baked lump of dough. Steamed buns, yes. Fried pancakes made from batter, yes. Flatbreads, okay I’ll give it a pass. Rice or noodles should be the most common carbs of choice.

3.ETIQUETTE

“In the homeland, we bow to our elders” - angry schoolmistress in The Headband.

Japan Guide has a list of etiquette rules for visiting Japan, which is interesting but not too necessary to read. In general, based on what The Headband tells us, Fire Nation characters would have been raised with a strong nationalist curriculum that values communal contribution over individualist expression. Even someone like Zuko, who openly rebels against that, probably couldn’t help but be affected by it. In general the Fire Nation seems to have an East Asian-ish set of values. It’s patriarchal, all the positions of authority are filled by men; there seems to be a strong emphasis on patriotism; there’s a sense of diffidence and respect towards one’s elders; and finally, there’s an emphasis on “knowing” one’s place in society and fitting into what’s expected of oneself.

I don’t really know how to describe it, but in China and Japan I sometimes feel like there’s rules for everything, and even people born and raised there acknowledge it could be stifling at times. You could go down a rabbit hole researching points of etiquette (for instance, rules on who has to sit where in group dinners...), but to me the most important thing is acknowledging that Fire Nation has a rigid system of etiquette, and also, they’re an imperialist power who’s pretty prejudiced against foreigners. Poor Aang/Kuzon gets called “mannerless colony slob” just for being slow on the bowing action (!!!)

(in firebender’s guide I had a lot of fun imagining the stupid microaggressions Ambassador Sokka has to face in the Fire Nation, so obviously I’m just biased)

4.WRITING AND DESKS

Characters would probably write on paper, with a calligraphy brush. Not quills or pens -- a brush. Technically, old Japanese and Chinese texts should be written top to bottom, right to left, but the show itself doesn’t do this, so I think you’re fine.

One fun thing about traditional calligraphy is that you don’t use bottled ink. You have something called an ink stone, and then you grind your ink yourself by rubbing the ink stone in a special little dish with a bit of water. In my (very few) encounters with this stuff in the calligraphy lessons of my youth, the ink stones can be plain or have beautiful designs on the side. It looks something like this:

ATLA is an East Asian-ish universe, so characters are likely to be kneeling at a table, not sitting. To demonstrate, here’s my boy Sokka doing his famous rainbow at Piandao’s:

and here’s the war chamber meeting when Zuko speaks out against a general’s plans to sacrifice some soldiers:

THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS: This is Zuko’s cute little setup when he’s writing his goodbye letter to Mai. In this case he’s writing in a chair and table. It’s possible that some furniture items, like a sitting desk and a bed in a bedframe (not a bedroll or futon) are special royal palace features. Normally in a private setting we see characters sitting on the ground or on a slightly elevated platform with a low table. Maybe Caldera is just different? Or rich people are just different: the Bei Fongs also have a sit-down dining table + chair setup.

(That little rectangular box is his ink dish!!)

5.A NOTE ON GENERAL CULTURE

It’s worth talking about a few general points of East Asian culture. I can’t claim to speak for ALL of Asia, and I don’t think I should. But I do think ATLA fic writers who want to set something in the Fire Nation should take a few moments to at least skim the wiki pages for filial piety and Nihonjinron (literally, "theories/discussions about the Japanese"). There’s a certain...vibe to...asianness... that I’m not sure I can explain without like, a doctorate degree in sociology.

It’s a bit like gender, I guess. There’s no definitive checklist to what is a woman and what is a man, and we can argue that gender is performative, that it’s a construct, but at the end of the day gender is still (tragically) real in the sense that it still shapes people and affects how we walk and talk and dress and think. Nationality is the same. Obviously, the Fire Nation is a made up place in a made up show, but out of respect to the cultures that inspired it, I do think it’s worth familiarizing yourself with some of these cultures’ codes and values.

Also, ahem, if I can direct you to war crimes in the Japan’s colonial empire. Again, worth remembering that the Fire Nation was an imperalist colonizer too.

I might do a continuation of this post and talk through my more abstract takes about Fire Nation culture - Is Zuko an example of filial piety gone right or filial piety gone wrong? Why I think Zuko’s flashbacks are like, at least part teenage melodrama bullshit (the reason is son preference), how someone like Sokka might be treated once he’s openly Water Tribe in the Fire Nation (probably with racism...), specific aspects of asian homophobia and racism, etc. We’ll see.

This is not a definitive guide. Comments and critique welcome.

If you think there’s a factual mistake, PLEASE hop in my asks and let me know. I also think there’s a huge blind spot in ATLA for South and Southeast Asian representation, so I acknowledge that I can’t speak for all Asians, and there is no such thing as a “pan-asian” identity.

If there’s something else you’re curious about, I’m not a historian or anything, but I like research. Ask me and I’ll try to answer the best I can.

And oh, one last thing, this is how I do research when I wrote firebender’s guide, in case anyone’s interested in learning more (LINK)

#Avatar The Last Airbender #zukka #atla fic #my fic #fire nation

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