#good for kaiser this is great for him but i am again worried about his scheiss hund

[marcsnuffy]

The kainess posters I follow on twitter are going "TURN AROUNNDDDD" at the "i want to experience being loved" part of Kaiser's monologue and it's killing me

[milaisreading]

What if CD!yn gets hit in the the face so hard with a ball she forgets everyone in Blue Lock like the amnesia one with Manager!yn

🌱🩷: Hii! Hope you liked what I came up with! Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Reader is crossdressing as a guy here, so it's a mix between he/him and she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

The long-awaited and highly anticipated game between Bastard München and PXG had finally started. The spectators, and members of the PIFA board watched the two teams, all eager to see how the match will play out. This was a big thing for the Blue Lock project, and for the 3 specific players as well. Itoshi Rin, who was the current #1 and had the highest bid from PXG. Isagi Yoichi, taking up #2 and who was currently sought after Bastard München. Then, the third player being (L/n) (Y/n), Blue lock's current #3, with the highest bid coming from Spain's Re Al.

'I swear. I better get kicked out of the top10 by the end of this match.' (Y/n) sighed as she watched Rin and Isagi, then looked back at Gagamaru, who looked a little nervous.

"Gagamaru, are you alright? You look really pale?" She asked in worry as the goalie looked back at her, for a moment not looking at the other players.

"I am alright. Just nervous since this is our last game. And it is a big deal." (Y/n) smiled at him in sympathy and was about to to speak up again, only for Hiori and Isagi to scream at her.

"(Y/n), duck!"

"Watch your head!"

"Huh?" She looked back, only for her vision to go black as she felt something collide with her head. Whatever happened after, (Y/n) couldn't really process what was going on. She felt herself lose balance and a pair of arms grab her as something wet started to slide down her face.

"(Y/n)'s head is bleeding!"

"I am killing you, antenna freak!"

"Oh, so now it's my fault that Mr. Golden boy isn't looking?!"

"Shidou, Rin, shut up!"

"Noa-san! We need a medic!"

"Save my midfielder!"

"He isn't yours, gremlin!"

"Oh, shut up, Kaiser and Charles!"

"(Y/n)! Don't fall asleep now!" Hiori's voice was heard, but the girl couldn't see or make out from which direction it was coming from.

"I got some wet towels!"

"(Y/n), look at me! Don't close your eyes!"

"The wound looks bad."

"We need to cut off the match!"

'Kurona... Yukimiya... Kunigami... Isagi... I can hear them, but not see them.' The girl thought in panic as she closed her eyes, going limp in Gagamaru's hold.

"(Y/n) fainted!" Gagamaru yelled in panic as the rest looked on in worry.

While (Y/n) was sent to the medic room, it was announced that the final match will be resumed at a later time when she wakes up and recovers. As much as the JFA protested the idea, not wanting to lose money because of this accident, they had to agree. Ego and Anri arguing that none of the players were in a good condition to play to begin with. And while Anri was doing damage control with the media, Ego was losing his nerves with the manager of Re Al. As the team did put a lot of money into (Y/n), they naturally did worry about her condition in the future.

'Greedy and money hungry, a great combination.' Ego thought sarcastically as he rolled his eyes while the manager kept talking through the phone.

"What do you mean we can't see him?! Who are you to tell me anything?!"

"I am your coach, so yes, I can." Lavinho said as he stood in front of the door, preventing Bachira and Otoya to leave the place.

"But, (Y/n) is our friend, we have a right to see him. He was literally bleeding on the screen." Otoya argued as Bachira nodded his head furiously.

"That's right! We just want to see him and make sure he is alright." The dribbler said, trying to move past Lavinho, but was tugged back by the coach.

"You both are staying here. Noa and Ego both said to not let anyone see (Y/n) while he is asleep. I know and understand that you are worried, but I am not letting you leave. Not even his own teammates can see him right now." Lavinho argued, giving the duo a firm glare.

"This isn't fair..." Otoya sighed.

"Hmph!" Bachira pouted as he stubbornly sat on the ground.

"Barou, listen, I know that you are worried about your friend. But, the doctor said-"

"Screw what he said! I want to see him now! Now!" Barou glared at Snuffy, who gave him a stoic look as Aryu chimed in. The boy was a lot calmer than Barou, but equally worried about the midfielder.

"What Barou wants to say, we really need to see him. We all saw the blood and how he just went unconscious. We are all worried and want to see if we can help." Aryu said calmly as Niko nodded his head, holding back his tears.

"Y-yeah. Maybe he needs blood or something." Niko said as Barou was losing his cool slowly.

"If he needed blood, we would have been told that. Please, all of you sit down and stay here until Ego doesn't give us the green light to see him. The less you all stress out (Y/n), the faster he will recover." Snuffy said calmly as he patted Barou's shoulder.

"No, Nagi, you are not leaving the stratum."

"But, Chris-san, what if (Y/n) would want to see us. Nagi and I, his closest friends."

"Since when are you his closest friends?" Chigiri rolled his eyes, earning offended looks from the duo.

"What? You two were the ones to insult him, weren't you?"

"We already apologized for it. And why are you even being offended over it? It's something between (Y/n) and us." Nagi gritted his teeth, but before Chigiri could argue back, Chris spoke up.

"And this is exactly why you three aren't leaving. (Y/n) needs to recover and not listen to all of you arguing and blaming each other for this."

"But-"

"Reo, no. If you all care so much about him, then you will leave him alone for the time being." With one final glare, the trip shut their mouths, not wanting to anger the blonde more.

"Nope, you are staying here." Loki said, grabbing the ends of Charles' shirt, stopping the boy from leaving for the German stratum.

"I can't! What if (Y/n) wakes up and is scared?! I need to comfort him!" Charles said back, earning an irritated glare from Rin.

"Shut up and stop being so much around him! Are you blind or do you just not see how uncomfortable (Y/n) is around you?!"

"And you shut up-"

"Ok! Ok! That's enough! All of you calm down." Loki clapped, glaring at Tokimitsu and Karasu who were about to leave the room.

"We are all to respect what Ego-san ordered us to do. For now, nobody is seeing him until he wakes up and is able to see all of you."

"But, what if he really needs us?" Tokimitsu protested.

"Or wants to see us?" Karasu added in.

"Then we will be told that. For now, all of you sit down and eat."

Now, while the other stratums were pure messes, the German stratum was uncharacteristically quiet. Noa wasn't really used to Kaiser, Ness, and Isagi not arguing. Kunigami looked even more depressed than usually. Gagamaru kept blaming himself for what had happened, to which Sachs, Gesner, and Grim always had to chime in and tell him it wasn't his fault. Noa noted that Kurona was also less enthusiastic to play, Yukimiya and Hiori just sat to the side, not saying anything. Noa knew that the players were worried, even Kaiser and Ness, which they would never admit to. He also knew that he wasn't making it better by banning them from seeing (Y/n), but for her own sake he had to do it.

Already, a few days had passed since the accident, the pressure from PIFA and the JFA was getting more suffocating on Noa and Ego, but they refused to contthe match without her.

Then, one night while the BM team was eating their dinner, all solemnly, the door opened.

"And this is the dining area. This is where you are mostly with your teammates, aside from the training area." The said team stopped eating as they saw Anri walk in, followed by (Y/n), whose head was still bandaged up.

"Ah... I see..." (Y/n) nodded, looking around the place.

"(Y/n)!!"

"Oh thank God!"

"We were so worried!"

"Why are you walking around like that? You should sit down!"

The girl watched in surprise as Yukimiya, Hiori, Kurona, and Isagi ran up to her, followed by Gagamaru and Kunigami.

"Isagi is right. Please don't walk around like that."

"Do you want some water? Or my food?"

Surprised, and a little scared from the crowd, she hid behind Anri, surprising the team.

"Who... who are all of you?" (Y/n) asked, looking around the room in confusion. Kaiser's spoon slipped from his hand as he heard the question, his eyes widening in terror as he realized what was going on.

"What... what do you mean by that? Nice joke." Ness nervously laughed as Anri cleared her throat.

"(Y/n) has a temporary memory loss. He doesn't remember anyone or the events that happened in Blue Lock. Please, be cautious around him and try to make him remember what had happened. Ok?"

A silence fell among the players as (Y/n) gulped nervously, not liking the attention she was getting.

"Ehmmm... hi, everyone."

To say things were back to normal would be a huge, huge lie. For the next few days the German team tried their best to regain her memories. Isagi, Hiori, and Kurona would give her small tours around the stratum, telling her funny stories that had happened to them, but she just smiled apologetically saying she couldn't remember anything. Yukimiya, Kunigami, and Gagamaru decided to bring her to their monitor room and show her the different matches she played in, hoping that would help. But, that was useless as well. The Blue Lock players were slowly losing their minds, they knew they had to bring back (Y/n)'s memories somehow, or they would lose her in their team. Who would let a player with amnesia play?

Heck, even the German part of the team tried to help her out somehow, but their plans were futile as well. Especially when Kaiser and Ness started teasing and making fun of her. What was usually met with (Y/n) insulting them right back, was now met with the girl crying. That alarmed Noa, so he basically forbade them from talking to her.

Soon enough, the rest of Blue lock heard about (Y/n)'s condition, and they would have rushed to her side if the coaches didn't stop them. They knew it was selfish to overwhelm her now, but the players were just worried and wanted to see her. And they will do that, no matter what.

So, one night after everyone went to sleep, the Blue Lock team, plus Charles, Ness, and Kaiser held a small meeting inside the dining area of the German team.

"Does anyone have an idea what we could do? We tried everything by now?" Isagi asked, looking at the other players.

"How about showing him some pictures? I heard they help in these cases." Otoya raised his hand.

"We tried it with videos already, and that didn't work."

"But, maybe pictures will work, Yukimiya." Kurona protested, not liking the frown on the boy's face.

"Cooking his favorite food, maybe?"

"That's a good idea, Bachira. If there is anything he loves, it's food." Reo nodded in agreement as Nagi showed Isagi his phone.

"Or I show him some video games we used to play. He might not remember me, but he definitely remembers those." Niko could see the sad look on the boy's face, but ignored it as he showed Kunigami his manga stash.

"(Y/n) and I used to read manga together, that might provoke something."

"A nice spa day with me could work as well! We used to do them during the 2nd selection together." Aryu smiled as he remembered that time fondly.

"Or! (Y/n) and I could spend a day watching the anime shows he talked to me about." Tokimitsu smiled at the idea.

"I am still more for Bachira's idea. That boy loves food way too much, I think that will provoke him." Barou said.

"Mhm! Or, we could braid each other's hair. We always used to do that together." Chigiri suggested.

"Rin, do you have any ideas? You are awfully quiet." Karasu commented as the boy sent him a side-glare.

"I am mostly out of ideas. Whatever the majority thinks we should do, I will do it." Rin shrugged his shoulders, trying to hide the anxious feeling he had.

"Charles, Kaiser, Ness, do you three have any ideas?" Gagamaru wondered as the attention was now on them.

"Just let him spend a day with me! I am sure I can help him was better than anyone else can." Charles said while pouting.

"You don't know him that well to claim that!" Reo, Nagi, and Barou yelled.

"I don't care, whatever works, works. I just want him to stop crying whenever Ness or I speak to him."

"It's so annoying." Ness rolled his eyes, ignoring the heartbreak he felt when he remembered all the times (Y/n) cried when they spoke to her.

"You all don't worry, (Y/n) will be his old self again. Right, Isagi?"

The said boy looked over at Hiori, giving him a nervous smile in return.

"Yea... Yeah, of course! He will be back again."

"We should hurry up, then. If we don't get him to regain his memories, his journey here in Blue Lock is over." Karasu spoke up, earning alarmed looks from the others.

"What?! What makes you say that?!"

"This isn't the time for jokes, crow-head."

"You are not funny, Karasu!"

The said boy ignored Rin, Kaiser, and Barou's comments and spoke up again.

"I heard Loki and Snuffy-san talk about it in the hallway today. PIFA and the JFA are tired of waiting. They said if (Y/n) doesn't get her memories back by Friday, it's over. He is getting kicked out." An eerie silence fell among the group as they looked at Karasu in disbelief, but they knew the boy well enough to know he wasn't lying.

"Those money hungry bastards..." Ness clenched his fists as Kaiser and Charles just glared at the ground.

"But.... Isn't Friday tomorrow?" Tokimitsu asked in panic, alarming the rest.

"Don't worry! We still have time!" Kunigami gulped, now even more worried about the oblivious captain.

The next day...

"Hm?" (Y/n) frowned as she put Nagi's phone down.

"Do you remember now?" Nagi asked as Reo, and Chigiri looked at her in excitement.

"No... sorry. I wasted your battery for nothing." The girl said apologetically.

"It's ok! Don't apologize!" Reo said quickly as he took his phone back.

"This isn't good. My method didn't work. Otoya's didn't work, Bachira and Barou's didn't, and now yours failed as well. What now?" Chigiri whispered to Nagi, who for once looked genuinely worried.

"I don't know-"

"(Y/n), there you are!" The girl jumped in surprise as she saw two other players approach her.

"Oh, hi... Niko and Aryu, right?" The girl asked slowly, earning a quick nod from them both.

"That's right. I wanted to ask you to read some mangas with me."

"And I will put on a face mask on you in the meantime."

"Mangas? Face mask? I used to do those things?" The girl blinked in confusion as Aryu and Niko pulled her up.

"Of course! Let's go!"

"Hey, I am coming with you!"

"Me as well!" Charles and Tokimitsu yelled, running after the trio.

"How much time do we have left?" Chigiri asked in worry as he looked back at Reo.

"A good... 3 hours. The JFA president won't be here till 16 o'clock. Karasu, Kurona, and Isagi are keeping an eye out for him." Reo said back as Nagi groaned and laid his head on the table.

"I want (Y/n) back..."

"We all do..."

With (Y/n)...

"So, this is the manga I always read with you?" (Y/n) wondered as she sat with Niko while Aryu had put a face mask on her.

"And I used to put on a face mask as well?" She asked, looking at the two, who quickly nodded their heads.

"Do you remember anything now?" Charles asked, smiling nervously as he gently grabbed her arm.

"Yeah... is this working by any chance?" Tokimitsu gulped nervously. They all looked at (Y/n) as she looked around the place. Truth be told, she did see some foggy memories, but couldn't put a finger onto anything. Nothing was familiar at all.

"No... sorry..." She sighed, looking down at the floor. Charles and Tokimitsu looked at each other in worry as Aryu and Niko started panicking a little. What now?

But, before anyone could say anything, the door had opened and outside was Anri, looking at the 5 players in relief.

"Oh, you are here. Uhm, (Y/n), there is someone who wants to speak with you." Anri said sadly, which caused alarm bells to ring inside the other players' heads.

"And who would that be?" The girl asked, rubbing her head as she got up.

'No... it can't be over...'

'I thought we still had time!'

'This can't be it!' Aryu, Tokimitsu, and Niko thought nervously as Charles had an uncharacteristically stone cold look.

"You know, before that accident a few days ago, you actually had a huge bid on your name from Re Al, a Spanish team, you still do. But, considering we failed to bring back any memories of yours back, your football career might end today. The captain of that team just wanted to speak to you one more time. You are a huge fan of his. Leonardo Luna is his name." Anri explained, trying to hold back her own sadness as the girl numbly nodded her head. Seeing her stoic reaction to the Spanish players names caused the boys to flinch a little. Their are used to seeing her fangirl over him... not act like this!

"Sure! I don't remember really anything, but it sucks that I have to leave."

Alarmed Charles got up from his seat and ran over to the girl, not caring how fast he was going.

"Wait! You can't just leave me like that! This isn't fair! We were supposed to play against each other at the World Cup!"

Without a warning, he ran into (Y/n) and hugged her tightly, which caused her to lose her balance and fall down.

"(Y/n)!"

"Not again! Now he will lose his memories completely!" Tokimitsu yelled as Niko and Aryu ran over to get Charles off of her.

"No! I am not letting you all take hin away from me! No way!" Charles cried out as his hold around (Y/n)'s waist tightened. Seeing the boy cry caused the others to move away a little.

"It isn't fair!" The French boy said as Anri tried to talk some sense into him, but it wasn't working. (Y/n) groaned as she rubbed her head and slowly sat up.

'Now... now I remember!' The girl thought as a rush of memories went through her mind. Everything that had happened prior and during Blue lock, and even everything leading up to today.

"Huh?" She muttered as everyone looked over at her, minus Charles who was busy crying.

"What is going on? And what do you mean I won't play football anymore. I am completely fine! And... and did you say Leonardo Luna is here?! I look like a mess! I can't face him like this!" The girl blushed as she looked at Anri and then down at the clothes she was wearing. Aryu and Tokimitsu's eyes widened in surprise as Anri held in a breath, waiting for what will happen next.

"Do... do you remember everything now?" Niko asked nervously as (Y/n) looked over at him while patting Charles' back. The French boy had stopped crying as he looked at her as well.

"Yeah, now I do. I don't know how, but the memories are back where they should be. You can all stop worrying now." (Y/n) smiled as Charles, Niko, and Tokimitsu tackled her into a hug.

"I will inform the rest!" Aryu said, quickly running out the door as Anri let out a few relieved sobs.

"I will go inform Ego-san and Noa-san!" The woman said as she ran out of the door as well.

[mochikofi]

i’m so sorry to bother but i was wondering if i could request a kaiser x german f! reader who loves wearing dirndl dresses?

(i love wearing them sm)

idk i feel like he’d be interested if he met someone else who was german

(i literally feel lucky to be half german because of this man 🇩🇪❤️)

Michael Kaiser was quite bored, so he decided to go outside and maybe chill in a cafe for a while. But while he was walking towardss the cafe, he saw a woman who's wearing dirndl dress. Is she German, perhaps? Of course curiosity go over him.

Kaiser who took an interest in you since he met someone who's also a German like him. Of course introducing himself would be a great start, he would like to have a German friend after all.

"hallo Fräulein, do you mind if I sit here beside you?" Kaiser said as he smiles towards you, hoping that he isn't wrong to assume that you are also German. "I don't mind, don't worry. I'm guessing that you are also German, yes?" You told him as you smiled back "You catch up real quick, don't you?" he says as he sits beside you, waiting for his coffee. "It's quite obvious actually." You told him as you giggled.

Kaiser who forgets about the time, enjoying the conversation both of you are having. Hoping you'll accept, he asks if he could get your number.

"It appears that I have to go now, could I perhaps get your number so we could converse often?" Kaiser said as he holds his phone "I was hoping you'd ask." you told him as you give him your number. Kaiser felt like he won a lottery that day.

Kaiser who stalks your Instagram and likes all your pictures. Which made some people freak out. But what got him nervous is that he accidentally called you!

"Hello Kaiser, wha's up? having fun stalking me?" you teased him as you fix your hair. "I am indeed, and I've noticed that you have a liking towards dirndl dresses." He says as he tries not to panic "Mhm yeah I do, it's my favorite. I've always loved wearing them since I was a kid." You told him as you finally fixed your hair. "Is that so? then I've learned a new thing about you then." Kaiser says as he quickly writes it down in his notes. "It's quite obvious already, no? Oh, I have to go. Let's call again next time, okay?" you told him as you ended the call quickly. "...Alright, let's call again, next time" He giggled so hard that day that his maids got weirded out.

Kaiser who struggles to pick an outfit for your date, thinking that you won't like his style.

"Woah there, are you alright? looks like you ran even though you drived here." You told him as you give him a towel. "I couldn't find an outfit hat could match yours... but does this look good?" wait, why was he asking you that? of course he knows he looks good, he just wants to confirm it. "Mhm yeah it looks good, surprisingly matches my outfit. Good taste, Kaiser." You told him as you smiled towards him, quickly reaching his hand so you can lead him to the spot that you're both going to eat in.

Why did it feel good when you confirmed that it looks good on him? why did he feel happy when you held his hand and called his name? feelings like this sure made Kaiser confused, but he sure knows that he likes feeling like this towards you.

Kaiser who takes pictures of you when you aren't looking, telling you that it was to capture a moment but he actually just wanted to take a millions of pictures of you.

Kaiser who posts one of the picture that he took of you in his Instagram which made the fans go wild!

"Kaiser, why did you post that?? your fans might think that you have a girlfriend or something, or they might hate meee" you whined as you threw a pillow at him "I don't mind if they think that I have a girlfriend, as long as you're the girlfriend." Kaiser said as he smirked at you, waiting for your reaction. "Is that a confession, Kaiser? Oh my, I did not know that I have made the amazing Michael Kaiser fall for me" You told him as you smirked at him. "I'm afraid that you're assuming things, dear." You were right, of course. He just didn't wanna get caught. "Oh well, I wanted to be your girlfriend but it seems that you don't feel the same towards me." You sighed dramatically "Okay I was joking, I want you to be my girlfriend." he said as he quickly jumps into you, hugging you tightly. "I know" you told him as you hugged him back

Kaiser who always gifts you with many dirndl dress since you love wearing them.

"Micha, this is the 5th dress this week. are you sure that you're allowed to spend your money on me?" you told him while admiring the dress. "I don't mind it, Dear. I love seeing you happy." Micha said as he admires the happiness displayed on your face.

Michael Kaiser who makes it known to the world that he's taken by his princess and his princess only. Always flashing the engagement ring every time some girl flirts with him "See this? yeah, I'm already married to Y/N Kaiser. She can only flirt with me, now shoo. I've got to buy the things that my precious WIFE told me."

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[miyamiwu]

Initially, what made Blue Lock great was its concept of ego. It was fresh and never before discussed at length in a sports manga. The story also clearly presented a theory—“Individualism, and not collectivism, is what’s needed for the Japan football team to win”—and then slowly elaborated on that theory until it finally proved it true in the U20 arc.

The manga could’ve ended right after the U20 match and just leave the World Cup happenings to the reader’s imagination, but it didn’t. Instead, it sought to put the Blue Lock Philosophy against different philosophies all over the world in the NEL arc.

This is a bold and exciting move, but now the position of the Blue Lock Philosophy being Correct is constantly challenged. And with each match they play, believing Blue Lock to be the right way is getting harder and harder.

Snuffy is right. Ego alone won’t get you anywhere.

On the world stage, where all the top players are egoistic, you need to have more than just ego in order to win.

Isagi gaining metavision was a good writing choice because it elevated him to the levels of pros…but then it turned out that many of these pros have metavision as well.

When ego and metavision aren’t unique, then that leaves actual physical skills to be the deciding factor on whether you gain an advantage on the field.

And Isagi… is not the best player physically. He never was.

And that’s fine! He doesn’t have to be talented in that regard in order to compete… but the thing is, we also haven’t seem him doing any focused training on his physical skills. And I don’t mean regular Blue Lock hell training because everybody does that. I’m talking about Isagi picking one weakness he has and just focusing on improving it. He doesn’t have to be the best in it, but there should be some effort.

He’s not so good at one-on-one’s, so maybe he can work on his dribbling. Or maybe he can practice how to trap the ball better so he’ll have more shooting options and not be overly reliant on his direct shot. Or maybe he can do some strength/core training so he won’t be easily knocked away by Rin again. Anything!

But so far, there’s been none of that in the NEL arc. (He did practice on a “lefty shot” before, but that turned out to be a hoax and it was also never mentioned again after the Ubers match.)

And it’s funny because Isagi has no excuse to not do this.

Kaiser, whose kick speed already surpasses Noa’s, had the time to come up with a new shooting technique. He’s also a Talented Learner like Isagi, so if he can do it, why can’t our protagonist?

I’m all for Talented Learners winning against Geniuses through hard work because that’s objectively a good message to send… but there hasn’t been any hard work. It’s all just ego mind games right now. Isagi winning in such a scenario would be unfair and idealistic.

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I’m gonna be honest with y’all, I’m very worried about how the BM vs PxG match will turn out. Blue Lock was what got me back to Tumblr and also what kept me alive through the depressive pandemic years. If the game ends with yet another Isagi win, I am going to be extremely disappointed because that would mean that the manga had completely turned into a powerscaling fantasy.

(If Ness manages to get any development in this match in spite of that, then I might still wanna stick around. But with only 2 chapters left to the end of the volume, hope is starting to feel elusive 😞)

But yeah… if Isagi wins (and there’s no Ness development as consolation), then I might just drop the manga 😞

[archive-of-the-lost]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @i-am-so-strange

Your ideal match is…Michael Kaiser!

♡ This may be a surprising match for you, and honestly, it is for me too! I'm not sure what kind of SO I expected for him, perhaps someone with his dramatic flair and/or ambition. But after reading your info, I didn't have anyone else in mind for you, so here he is!

♡ Kaiser is undoubtedly the snobbiest guy in blue lock, and that's saying a lot, so you both didn't get along at first. Enemies to lovers all the way (again, my first matchup based on this concept!). I'm thinking the first time you both got along was when he made a comment on someone you both found annoying, and you couldn't help but agree, spending the new few minutes gossiping about that person with him until you remember your goal to think more positively about people.

♡ "Film school dropout and a frustrated writer lol". This is the line that put him in my mind and no one else could wedge themself in. Kaiser obviously has a connection to theatre/the arts given the professions of his parents, and he did have a period where he incorporated stage roles into his shit-talk. 💀 My point is, I think he would have a genuine interest in film and writing as a hobby. So he'd want to know more about this side of you, what parts of media/the arts that you like. Even why it didn't work out, if you'd tell him.

♡ Once he finds out that you play the piano and the guitar, he seems to make it his personal mission to get you to play for him. He pesters you every day about it, begging urging you to play him a song. When you finally do, he just stares at you the entire time, transfixed.

♡ One time he accompanied you shopping, offering to pay for anything that wasn't food in an attempt to court you rather than show off his wealth. You seem to be the type to insist paying for yourself, being independent and all, but he was persistent in offering to buy you that gorgeous but expensive coat you were eyeing. For Christmas. Did I mention it was snowing? He was lagging behind you for a bit when you stopped to look through a window of an antique shop. What a memorising sight it was, he just had to take a picture. Yes, his tiny smile was quite cute from the corner of your eyes.

♡ Throughout the first few months of dating, I can imagine the both of you sort of dancing around each other, too afraid to come off as "too much" or too vulnerable. You're both independent and not great at showing how much you care about someone, which leads to a honeymoon period probably more anxiety-ridden than it should be. He definitely did his research on traditional romance and brought you roses, chocolates and a fluffy stuffed bear. Very cute, but it took him a while before starting to get you more personalised gifts.

♡ Once the both of you become more comfortable with each other, the relationship starts sailing more smoothly. The two of you can joke with each other without worrying about the other person not finding it funny, playfully swat at each other, tease each other. Kaiser isn't the type to laugh at little things much, but when he sees you laughing, he can't help but laugh as well. That's the chemistry of love.

♡ Your ability to stand up for yourself is good for your relationship with him in the long run. There are times when he makes mistakes or even pushes boundaries, so you being able to tell him when you're unhappy (in a healthy communicative way) with something he did is vital to the long-term success of the relationship. He needs to know what's healthy in a relationship, what he can and cannot get away with.

Your sibling is…Barou Shoei!

♡ Your mentions of cleaning and dislike of disorganisation reminded me of him LMAO Okay, but seriously, you both sound like a great match! For living in the same house, that is! He'd appreciate those qualities of yours as he also loves cleanliness. It also means you're scolded by him the least out of his three sisters, haha. Though it helps that you're older than your sisters. You're more mindful of cleanliness.

♡ Is cleaning a hobby? Barou certainly thinks so. He often gets you to clean with him, not because he wants to give you work to do, but because he finds the activity enjoyable and sees it as a way to bond with you. He stated his ideal type as someone who can clean with him, which gives us some insight into his preferred way of spending quality time with loves ones: doing chores together.

♡ You're an INTJ, he's an XSTJ (not sure if he's I or E yet), so the both of you are quite similar in that way. Independent, organised. Even down to the being bad at expressing that you care for people part. But! While you're a "looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll" type, he's a "looks like could kill you, will kill you" type all the way through. Yes, he does care for his family, but you're never gonna catch him doing anything sappy without looking constipated.

♡ Barou also looks down on everyone, not just certain people. He thinks his strength is his egoistical mindset, so you know he's even proud of it. 💀 Hey, maybe you learned it from him. But Barou isn't above respecting someone (kinda?) after they beat him in soccer, so he's also working on his tendency of looking down on others. Somewhat. In his own way. You guys can work on it together!

♡ Woah, the both of you are blunt and straightforward. I imagine that causes the both of you to butt heads when you disagree, because you mentioned you know how to stand up for yourself, so you're not the type to agree with him just to keep the peace.

♡ Barou mentioned that he hasn't cried since the day he was born, and by the looks of it, he hasn't laughed since he learned to walk either. When you have friends over and you're laughing with them, he gives you a weird look like having fun is a crime or something. He doesn't say anything though. At least you have friends, tell him that.

♡ I don't normally pay attention to appearance when doing sibling matchups (because a lot of bllk characters have natural colourful hair and eyes) but you and Barou totally look like siblings! Your tendency to wear corporate clothing suits the serious aura Barou always has around him. In general, INTJs seem to have rbfs or at least look serious/done with everything so I'm going to assume the both of you have this unapproachable aura. People can usually guess that you're siblings. You having dyed hair is making me wonder what your reaction was to Barou's new red stripes to celebrate his 100 million yen value.

[bluelockednyx]

" or for Isagi to stop looking at Rin's thighs whichever is easier" I- 🤣. ( this was so noticeable in that leg extension machine scene he had no reason to go and check up on him, stop him from overworking and prompt him to take rest but he DID)

I thought I was crazy for thinking that abt that one Rin panel but I'm glad I'm not the only one, since Kaisagi is rising in popularity esp w/ Hiori's comments abt the in-universe social media. Idk whether to lament over the lack of rinsagi or absolutely LOSE it over Isagi's reaction. Like it wasn't the kind of cute denial that Raichi was saying it was, bro was so OFFENDED. I can't.

Then again, it makes sense since public has seen more of Kaiser-Isagi than with Rin. I wonder what Isagi's reaxn would be if it had been Rin's name that had come like that 👀. Definitely not visceral disgust to this level.

Besides, recent chapters had carved a place for kainess in my heart and I feel like those 2 should cuddle and go to therapy. ( Any thoughts on recent chapters, that choking scene was disturbing...).

Do u think the light novels and profiles are not written by Kaneshiro? Bcz while they weren’t bad at all( they were quite great) there was this missing spark in them. Like with Isagi, they made him out to be able to see mosquitos across a room and note the temp change in the air as a BABY?? I-??????. I am very confused.

And in a profile, he has 200 level or smth eyesight?? Normal is 150 so.., idk maybe I am just being extremely dumb.

But to me, manga Isagi was so loveable and inspiring bcz he was a normal person who was willing to break and challenge himself to reach his goal, forging a will that was strong enough to withstand all the pressure. Not superpowers.

And in his profile, his type is someone who smiles a lot and it fits bachira but to me it sounds like another way to fit in to what people expect of him. There was a meta on Isagi and anger expression floating around in tumblr. And it says how Isagi loved Noa's style bcz of how brutal it was and through football he was able to exert anger in a socially acceptable way instead of being the peace maker and going along with Ichinan style football and just agreeing with Tada's decisions and blue lock is a release frm that. And like you said, isagi isn't as driven abt bachira as he is about him. Narratively too, that is a good thing, allowing bachira to make new connections and new bonds in Spain instead of being fixated with Isagi. And frankly, I don’t think it's healthy for Bachira to get with the first person to be his friend. Let him experience life first.

Well then, I am so excited for Pxg VS BM. The potential match ups, Kaiser most def knows Sae so some interesting conflict w/ Rin if he mentions that like Luna did. The Isagirin matchup, I'm just so excited. Also ,"# Stop looking at Rin's thighs challenge."

P.S. - I wrote a Rinsagi fic, so plz check it out.

How can I read your fic if you didn't send a link lol

Kaneshiro-sensei literally addressed the Kai//sagi shippers in the chapter: nope, not happening, no way, via Isagi himself. He may subvert this later on, but as far as I can tell, given the story's trajectory + Isagi's own character arc, it won't happen. Kaiser will most likely be coming back as a rival/enemy in the U20 World Cup arc too. There simply is no motivation for Isagi to ally with him at all.

Rin's spotlight and turn is coming up, so again, I'm not worried about the current lack of Isagi and Rin moments. It is supposed to be THE highlight of the NEL arc for good reason. And yeah, I doubt Isagi would be as offended if fans had been saying that about him and Rin. On the down low he really is fond of and respects Rin, whereas he despises Kaiser for just about everything besides his skill in soccer.

Truthfully, I've grown a little bored of the recent chapters. Not so much that they aren't good chapters, but more that there's a lack of variety to the characters. IMO Kaneshiro-sensei has hit a bit of a wall on character cast and variety - Ness' backstory is a touch too commonly seen for me to really get into, and feels lacking in effort, though tbf Ness is at best a tertiary character in-series who's there to prop up Kaiser's story.

No real thoughts yet on the choking scene. Currently it's only a sign of Kaiser's desperation to me. The throne he thought he had secured might well be about to collapse from underneath him due to Isagi's growing skill. Seeing how he'll match up against Rin is also interesting, seeing how Rin is actually very much self-sufficient as a striker, while Kaiser thus far seems quite dependent on Ness. I also believe that the PXG match will bring Kaiser into direct confrontation with Loki, who is posited as thus far the best U20 striker we've seen, given how he's a master for the PXG team, rather than simply a fellow player. Fingers crossed that Loki smokes all of them, including Noa, if he comes out to play too.

No, the light novel most likely isn't written by Kaneshiro-sensei, given what I know of the industry. The bulk of it is likely by Moegi Momo-sensei; with credit given to Kaneshiro-sensei because he's the OG creator of the Blue Lock series. That said, there's a good chance that Kaneshiro-sensei provided Moegi-sensei with story ideas and rough character backgrounds who then developed it into proper stories for novelization.

The character profiles are more likely to be done by Kaneshiro-sensei himself, though I am going to point out that it's published as 'supervised by', rather than 'written by'.

Emphasizing this: I generally don't care about light novels, character profiles etc. in terms of my interpretation of the story. To me, what appears in the manga is the only canon there is. Everything else that's official are canon-adjacent and supplementary; fun to read and get an idea of how the characters' personalities and relationships are off-page, but otherwise unimportant unless explicitly referenced in-story. Whatever is not depicted in the manga proper is free real estate.

As for Isagi in the light novel. Well.

He reads as autistic, from that apparent hypersensitivity + his hyperfocused interest in football, and as I've mentioned before: Isagi is also written very much as a tabula rasa, a blank slate of sorts, for target readers to be able to slip themselves into. I think that the emphasis is on Isagi having very clear vision, his personal advantage, amongst the rest of the cast, but again, to me, the light novel is not as important as what we see depicted in the manga proper.

No comments on Isagi's type in the profile, and how it could be Bachira. They're decently written together, and I understand why people would ship them, but they are also just kind of 'meh' for me. Kaneshiro-sensei may intend to write them as a pair, but they are a pretty run-of-the-mill standard MC + best friend ship, with the highlight being Bachira's personal growth via his relationship with Isagi. There are more satisfying ships for me in Blue Lock, and better romances in other animanga series, and while I am fond of shipping, I'm not reading Blue Lock for the shipping. It's just a nice bonus that I find Isagirin's relationship so damn interesting that I've stayed invested.

I haven't read that meta, but that's an interesting interpretation of Isagi's character. Blue Lock is somewhat of a meta commentary on the failures of the general Japanese culture's need to conform to societal pressures and not 'rock the boat', and how it has led to an under performance in football. Isagi as a whole has also been growing more assertive and more confrontational with others, though Kaiser's the only one whom he views with solid enmity.

In the light novel, Isagi's idolization of Noa stemmed from how Noa bypassed the opposing team one after the other, and then from how Noa would rather 'lose a game by a hat trick than win one with an assist'. And doesn't that sound quite like a certain someone, lmao.

Cheers to having PXG match to look forward to next year after the hols!!

[watermelonlipstick]

Dreams, Chapter 16

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 16

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1754

Summary: Some of Sam’s efforts to ‘nest’ in their new life together reveal new possibilities.

Warnings: angst, FLUFF, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

           Water laps at the weather-beaten wood of the dock underneath you slowly and the rhythm feels like hypnosis with the sun beating down a blanket. You sense Dean at your side without opening your eyes.

           “So…was he any good?”

           You can’t help but laugh, hearing the echo go out over the small lake, and get up to your elbows. It’s bright enough that you have to squint over at Dean where he lays next to a couple fishing poles and a cooler, t shirt hitched up to show a sliver of his stomach with his arms behind his head. His smile is devilish, made even more smug with eyes closed against the sun so his lashes cast an inch-long shadow on the dusting of freckles across his cheeks. “You can’t ask that!” you giggle.

           His lips flatten into a knowing line. “So that’s a no?”

           “Jesus Christ, of course it’s not a n—you know what, I’m not talking to you about this,” you smile, laying back down.

           “Ooh, so it’s a yes,” he teases as he turns on his side to face you. “Go Sammy. That mean you two are, like, going steady now?”

           You let your head loll over to him and roll your eyes. “Are you done?”

           “Not yet. Is he going to let you wear his letterman jacket? Take you to junior prom?”

           “I’m giving you ten more seconds.”

           Dean laughs, free and easy. “Fine, okay, I’m done. Wait—did he wrap it?”

           “DEAN!” you yell, covering your face in embarrassment.

           “Okay, alright, okay.” He’s still chuckling when you open your eyes to look over at him and reaches over to slip a piece of hair behind your ear. “You, ah, you seem happy.”

           You search his eyes for any hidden anger and find only the softness of calm affection with a pinch of solemnity. Where his hand lingers in your hair you turn into it, pressing your lips to Dean’s palm. “I am.”

           Dean smiles, straight teeth a perfect row of pearls so white you think for a second they might ‘ding’ with sparkle like a cartoon, and he looks relaxed enough as he puts his hands back behind his head that it calls up images of a kitten falling asleep in a sunny spot like this even as he keeps his eyes on you. “Took you guys long enough.”

           “And you’re still okay with this?”

           “Yeah, hell yeah. That’s the best I could ever ask for, you two happy. So, what do you say? Want to see if we can catch some fish?”

           Spring was a blessing; clean greenness breaking through the grey and white purifying the air and breathing new life into you, Sam, and the community you’d come to be a part of. The cabin was that much nicer with the new hours of sunlight pouring through the windows and all the upgrades you had put into it, to the point that you began to feel truly comfortable there. You even invited the Kaisers over for dinner a few times, feeling more like equal partners in your burgeoning friendship with them.

           You started to feel stable enough to get things; picked up a bookshelf at the combination flea/farmer’s market that happened in the K-12 school’s field every Saturday morning and got higher quality spatulas to cook with, the kinds of nonessential stuff you never would’ve bought before knowing you were going to stay in one place long enough to get good use out of them. Sam, in turn, kept building: changing the locks to sturdier ones and erecting a shed big enough to hold a lawn mower.

           You’d been cooking on an early Sunday afternoon when Sam came home and crossed the cabin in a few strides, giving you a kiss on the cheek before setting a thick paper bag down on the kitchen counter. “Smells great, what’re you making?”

           “Ratatouille!” you buzzed, placing a slice of eggplant carefully into its slot. “I’ve never had it, but I’ve always thought it looks so pretty. Hopefully it’s good. Where were you?”

           “Hardware store. I thought maybe I could build a greenhouse; see if we could grow anything. Might be enough to work against the cold.”

           You raised your eyebrows in appreciative surprise. “Look at you! What’re you thinking? Poppies? Platinum OG? Purple Haze?”

           Setting a box of screws down, Sam rolled his eyes through a smile. “My plan was more along the lines of tomatoes or something, but I’ll, uh, take those suggestions under advisement.” You had a sudden urge to twist a gentle finger into the dimple that stayed on his cheek as he unloaded the rest of his supplies but didn’t want to embarrass him, instead sweeping some garlic skins into your hand to throw into the small bucket Sam kept under the sink to collect scraps for the compost pile. When the bag was empty he refolded it and took off his jacket, passing by you to put it on its hook by the door. “Want any help?” he asked, sounding about as breezy as you’d ever heard him.

           “It just has to bake for about an hour. Does a late lunch work with your construction schedule?”

           Sam leaned over to slip a hand around your waist and kissed the top of your head before grabbing an armful of stuff to take outside. “Definitely. Just yell when you’re ready for me.”

           You giggled and waggled your eyebrows suggestively. “I’m always ready for you.”

           He tried his best not to blush but bit his lip in spite of himself, looking up at you with a bashful twinkle in his eye. “I walked into that one, didn’t I?”

           In response you held up a spare slice of zucchini that Sam readily accepted, opening his mouth like an obedient puppy and chewing as he went out the back door.

           You loved watching Sam work on his greenhouse in the weeks that followed, getting so excited about the tiny shoots sprouting up from the soil that he sometimes woke up early to check on them before starting his day. After a few weeks he woke you up one morning with a cup of coffee, bare-chested under slightly sleep-tangled hair and the hems of his flannel pants sloppily half inside his boots. “I wanna show you something,” he said, throat still gravelly. You accepted the mug and got out of bed, following him drowsily and jamming your feet inside your shoes at the door, too tired to worry about the laces.

           He led you into the greenhouse with its clear plastic walls and pointed down at a petite bud on top of a green stalk. It had the telltale waviness of a basil leaf, and when you bent down to look closer at it the plant already smelled herbaceous. “It’s so cute!” you hummed. Sam practically glowed with satisfaction, an unbridled smile the perfect accessory to the broad span of his chest where it was backlit by the fuzzy light through the greenhouse walls. You straightened and rubbed his back in congratulations, staring down at the plant together with your coffees like parents on Christmas morning. Tucked in the corner of the greenhouse behind the basil, a scattering of bitty white flowers caught your eye against the burnt umber soil.

           “Wait, you already have stuff flowering in here? What’s that?” you asked, tiptoeing around the wooden stakes in the soil to get closer.

           “Oh—I, uh—” he stammered behind you.

           At arm’s length the flowers looked vaguely familiar and you stopped short. “Is that—?” You turned back to Sam, who seemed not to be able to come up with anything to say, his face the kind of blank surprise that indicated he didn’t know whether you were about to be upset. “Really? Where’d you even…how did you get some?”

           He tucked his hair behind his ears to stall for even a half second. “I—well, I found a guy who got me—got us—some.”

           “You still have an African dream root hookup?”

           Sam’s lips pressed into a well-practiced silent ‘I guess?’ and he reached back to ruffle the hair at the nape of his neck, the movement stretching his side distractingly enough that if you hadn’t been so startled by the discovery of a plot of dream root literally in your own backyard you might’ve forgotten what you were talking about altogether.

           You raised your eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to explain.

           “I made some calls, found someone in Milwaukee who got his hands on some and he mailed it here. I didn’t want to, uh, tell you in case I couldn’t get it to grow.”

           All kinds of possibilities and frustrations raced through your head. “So you’ve had this for weeks? That’s why you built the greenhouse?” Sam didn’t answer fast enough. “Never mind, I don’t care,” you found yourself saying, and surprisingly, actually meaning. You took a deep breath to stop the words from jumbling together. “Do you think it’ll work?” you breathed, knowing he would understand the real question: would we be able to see Dean together?

           “Only one way to find out.”

           For whatever reason you’d gotten freshly showered, made up, and dressed before brewing the tea with Sam on your next day off of work. It felt like there should be some level of pomp and circumstance about it, this giant undertaking that might be able to change your whole life again, even knowing that your prep wouldn’t translate into a dream. You were giddy with anxiety and almost wished you could reasonably put it off, the idea of this new possibility being yet another dead end making you nauseous.

           “Your place or mine?” you asked, trying to put a little sheen of humor on your nerves.

           Sam chuckled but you could tell he was nervous too, rubbing his palms dry on the knees of his jeans over and over again. “You haven’t done it before, right?”

           You shook your head. “Is there a learning curve or something?”

           “Honestly it’s been long enough that I don’t really remember. Hold on—hold still.” He reached out and very gingerly swept a finger across your cheekbone, drawing back to show you an eyelash stuck to the whorl of its pad.

           You straightened where you sat on the edge of the bed. “That’s as good a sign as any. Cheers, I guess.” Sam dropped the tiny hair into his mug and touched the ceramic to yours, his eyes hopeful and reassuring as you took tandem sips.

           And then you were off.

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 17

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Veggie Ink Month Day 11: Haunted House

“A haunted house?” Phantom said with a scoff as he walked with Yancy and Illinois; Yancy in the middle of them. “It looks sooo scary.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. 

“I think we’re going to have some fun,” Illinois said, catching the uneasy look Yancy had as he stared at a large mummy statue that swayed and eyes blinking red. Illinois took Yancy’s hand with his own as the three kept walking. 

“I could make a scarier haunted house in my sleep.” Phantom scoffed, seeing out of the corner of his eye that Illinois was holding Yancy’s hand and Yancy had a tight grip on it. “Nothing scares me.” He added, casually slipping his hand into Yancy’s as well, knowing that having both of them would help keep Yancy calm. Yancy was the one who suggested going to the haunted house, so they wanted to be sure he could go through with it since they both knew Yancy would beat himself up over it if he bailed. 

“Three tickets?” The teenage boy wearing a pair of cat ears and whiskers painted on his cheeks asked, barely looking at the little group as he mindlessly tore the ticket stubs. 

“Yes, please,” Illinois said, flashing a smile that was ignored as the teen handed him the stubs and looked to see who was coming up next in line. 

“We love a classic angsty teen.” Phantom scoffed as they went into the decorated building. 

“Are you describing yourself?” Illinois asked with a chuckle. 

“I am not a-” 

“Hoh shit!” Yancy yelped when a ‘zombie’ jumped out from around the corner. He turned away from the scare-actor and clung to Phantom’s shirt, hiding his face in his chest. Phantom’s eyes softened and he rubbed Yancy’s back. 

“Maybe not as angsty as I thought.” Illinois took Phantom’s hand, Phantom only puffing out his cheeks in response. “Wonderful job, love the makeup.” Illinois praised the worker as he guided Phantom and Yancy to the next room. 

“You’re doing great, Yanc.” Phantom said as the three went though, actors jumping out, screams echoing and having to cross a shaking bridge that was only a few feet above the ground. Illinois stayed to the front, having fun with the show, complimenting as he walked, pointing out little ‘Easter Eggs’. Yancy stayed glued to Phantom, peeking out every now and again to see what was around them and Phantom would glare at anyone that tried to go past Illinois and scare him and Yancy. Phantom was too busy watching a ‘werewolf’ to notice that a different one was coming up behind him. 

“Awo!” The actor went as loud as they could. Yancy felt Phantom go stiff and, forgetting his own fear, reacted in time to catch Phantom’s wrist before his fist could hit the actor. The actor went still and stared at Phantom with painfully wide eyes behind his prosthetics, having felt that sudden rush of, unknown to them, power. 

“Sorrys about that, he’s usually not the ones to gets scared like that.” Yancy weakly chuckled. “We...we shoulds probably keeps going.” 

“There’s usually a separate route, for those who can’t handle this, right?” Illinois stepped in to let Yancy focus on getting Phantom back to where they were as he just stared at nothing. 

“Y-Yeah.” The actor gestured with their head and stepped aside, going to the wall and pawing at it till they found a latch and opened a hidden door, the rush of cold air telling them that it lead straight outside. 

“We got a cry-er?” A man asked, showing he had been standing near by. 

“Almost punched me.” The actor said, their voice soft. 

“You good?” The man’s eyes went up and down as he checked the actor over. 

“Yeah, more spooked than anything.” 

“The irony in that.” The man chuckled and patted the actor on the back. “I’ll take care of these three, holler at Brenda if you need to sit out for a sec so she can adjust the route.” 

“Okay.” The actor nodded and walked away, making room for Illinois, Yancy and Phantom to leave the building. 

“Sorry about all this, he wasn’t expecting to actually get scared and he was being a little protective.” Illinois explained as they all went to the front of the building. “You’re all just doing your jobs and shouldn’t have to worry about some cocky fellow accidentally hurting you. We’ll tie him up the next time he wants to go to one of these.” Illinois laughed. 

“I’m glad he didn’t actually hit Kaiser, or I’d have to kick his ass.” The man laughed as well. 

“And I’d let you.” Illinois was happy to have gotten them out of trouble. 

“Hey!” 

“And he’s back.” Illinois smiled at Phantom. “Mr. ‘Nothing scares me’.” 

“Fuck you.” Phantom huffed.

“Can’t, darling, we’re in public.” Illinois winked and the man laughed more while Phantom had to bite his tongue to hold back his retort, keeping it in his pocket for when the three were back at home and alone. Yancy quietly giggled and had his arm looped through Phantom’s.

“You three get home safely and enjoy the rest of your night.” The man waved at them when they reached the parking lot. 

“Of course!” Illinois waved back.

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The status of Gunpowder Tim

While back on earth Ashes, Tim, JOnny and Marius run into a film crew who are making a documentary about the question: Is Gunpowder Tim a hero or a criminal.

Could be seen as a continuation of Ashes O’Reilly, Hero of the People, but could also be read as stand alone

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed something or you want me to tag something!!

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Brian was convinced by Tim to visit earth again. The explosion maniac had just told him he wanted to see it one more time, just to check up on it and who was the Pilot to say no to that.

They were almost there and Jonny, Ashes, Tim and Marius were all filled with excitement about the prospect of Tim also going down in history as a hero of the people instead of the violent maniac that he was.

Promising to be back before nightfall and without the entire police force on their trail, the four exited the Aurora and walked into London.

The group kept their eyes peeled for any statues of plaques, but Tim also just looked around in wonder. London had always been prosperous, much more prosperous than the Moon or any of the other planets the other Mechs had come from, still it had managed to develop even more. With traffic flying everywhere and the streets busy.

They hadn’t spotted anything yet and they had been walking for a while, slowly the disappointment was starting to set in, until they were stopped by a film crew. A man with a microphone stopped them and asked: “Hello, I am Sam Willing from London National, would you mind answering some questions for our documentary?”

Tim, Jonny and Ashes grinned, they liked getting on as many records as possible in the hope of confusing as many historians as they could. In the background Marius rolled his eyes, but he didn’t stop Tim when he agreed for all of them: “Sure, no problem, what is this documentary about?”

“Since it is almost the 100th anniversary of the victory on the Moon Kaiser, were making a documentary of the age old discussion: Was Gunpowder Tim a war criminal or a hero?” Sam Willing told them.

The grins widened even further, this was just perfect.

Unknowingly the presenter started: “So how much do you all know about the war on the Moon Kaiser and his demise?” he then also joked: “You all don’t look like the oldest, so I doubt you were there.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised.” Jonny told him.

“Yeah, I think I know quite a lot.” Tim agreed.

Marius and Ashes shook their heads at their friends antics. Surprised Sam went on: “Well, great, then I won’t bore you with a bit of background information.” he looked at his paper and asked: “So Gunpowder Tim, as he is known, blew up the Moon. Lets just start with what you think of him?”

“A dashing lad.” Tim immediately answered, “Seems like a great man, 100% justified in his anger and an amazing soldier.”

Jonny elbowed him in the side and told Sam: “A bit of a prick, but I can appreciate good violence, so I suppose he’s alright.”

“Well, I can’t claim I know him in these circumstances, but with everything I’ve heard he did his best and was quite good at his job.” Marius said.

“Yeah, good at his job, but a bit of a dumbass.” Ashes agreed.

This were obviously not the answers Sam had expected, but he kept going: “Uhm, oh, okay, so 100% justified, how so?”

“I mean, Bertie died that was unfair, it was just revenge in a setting where violence is cheered on.” Tim shrugged.

“Ah, yes, Bertie, his best friend.” Sam said, “You find that reason enough?”

Tim glowered at him: “Yes.”

“Okay, I can understand that.” swallowing heavily Sam moved on: “Good at his job, what makes all of you say that?”

“He singlehandedly ended the war.” Marius said like Sam was a dumb child.

“Yes, by blowing up the moon effectively killing all British soldiers stationed there along with innocent inhabitants of the moon.” Sam told them, “Which is a perfect segway into our main question: Does that make him a hero or a criminal?”

“What do you think?” Jonny asked trying to start shit.

“Uh, my opinion doesn’t matter, I don’t want to influence you.” Sam replied.

“Oh, no, we all have out own opinions already, don’t worry.” Jonny said, “I just want to hear what you think.”

“I’d like it if you all stayed on topic.” Sam avoided what Jonny had said.

“Are you avoiding telling us, because you are afraid to give your own opinion? Would you rather stay neutral to please everyone? Is that why you chose this job, so that you could stay on the sidelines and no one would expect different?” Marius asked, psychoanalyzing the poor man.

Sam stammered something intelligible.

Ashes commented: “I knew we took you along for a reason.”

“Come on, Sammy, give us an opinion, promise it won’t hurt.” Tim grinned just a tad too broadly.

“Uh, uhm, okay, I, uh, I think he’s a hero?” Sam said.

“You telling or asking us?” Ashes asked, a bit too happy about Sams discomfort.

“Telling?” Sam replied, “Lots of wars have been going on for much longer than 4 years and he prevented generations from suffering through that fate.”

“Pff, idiot.” Jonny said, taking no time to think about the charter development.

“What? Why?” Sam exclaimed.

Ignoring what Sam had said, Jonny asked him: “What is it with you mortal and putting people in boxes?”

Sam looked even more confused now and just repeated: “What?”

“Tim wasn’t anyone special.” Jonny began, “No offense, Tim.”

“None taken.”

“He was a soldier, he got send up there to fuck shit up and that fucked him up in turn. He’s not a criminal or a hero.” Jonny told Sam, “He blew up an entire planet that is not a good thing. If he hadn’t been in this shit situation, he might’ve never done such a terrible thing. It’s not as black and white as that.”

“But he did go out with quite a bang.” Ashes smirked.

“Oh, fuck off, Ashes.” Tim pushed them with a grin.

“Anyway, that was enough fun for today and as much as I hate to be the voice of reason, we promised Brian to get back and I don’t fancy getting stuck here.” Marius said, starting to lead them away.

Walking away he heard Tim say: “Really, Jonny, something terrible? Like your hobbies aren’t murdering people.”

“Shut up, Tim.”

As they disappeared out of sight, Sam turned to his crew and asked: “Please tell me you got that all. That I wasn’t hallucinating?”

~

A few decades later they go back again. Tim now also has a statue and the four of them are on the cover of a conspiracy history book with the title The time-traveling heroes.

[lifeofresulullah]

The Life of The Prophet Muhammad: The Battle of Khandaq and Afterwards

The Battle of Khandaq: Part 4

The Battle Starts

The enemy knew that it would be difficult to fight behind a trench. However, they finished their preparations and attacked with might and main. Nevertheless, the trench made things more difficult than they expected. They could not pass the trench. It naturally disheartened them.

Eventually, the fight went on through shooting arrows from a distance. However, this lengthened the struggle.

When the enemy army saw that they could not get anything from their attacks, they decided to besiege the Muslims. Besides, they had nothing else to do!

One on One Fights

Some enemy cavalrymen managed to jump over the narrow place and passed behind the trench; they asked individuals to fight one on one.

The most famous one of them was Amr b. Abdi Wadd. He experienced many incidents, destroyed many groups alone; he was a very brave and skilled swordsman and cavalryman. The Arab tribes regarded him as equal to a company of cavalrymen. It was necessary to have extraordinary courage to fight him. Therefore, nobody would fight him.

When Amr asked for an individual to fight, Hazrat Ali said, “O Messenger of God! I want to fight against him. Will you let me?”

The Prophet said, “You sit, O Ali! He is Amr.”

Amr challenged the Muslims again: “Is there not a man among you to come to the battlefield? Where is your Paradise, which you promise to your dead people?”

Hazrat Ali wanted to fight him.

The Messenger of God said, “O Ali! He is Amr” and did not let him.

When Amr saw that nobody confronted him, he felt arrogant and cursed; he shouted again, “Is there not anyone to come to the battlefield?

Hazrat Ali stood up bravely.

“I will fight him O Messenger of God!”

The Messenger of God said, “O Ali! He is Amr”.

Hazrat  Ali said, “I will fight him even if he is Amr, O Messenger of God!”

Thereupon, the Messenger of God let the Lion of God fight. The Prophet put his armor on Ali and put the sword called “Dhulfiqar” around his waist; then he wrapped his turban around his head and prayed, “O Lord! My uncle’s son Ubayda was martyred at Ba­dr and my uncle Hamza was martyred at Uhud. I only have my cousin Ali now. Protect him and help him; do not leave me alone!”

Hazrat Ali walked solemnly due to his belief against Amr.

Both parties were ready to watch this great fight.

Only the eyes of Hazrat Ali, who was in armor, were visible.

Amr asked, “Who are you?”

Hazrat Ali said, “I am Ali!”

When Amr saw this young man, he felt a bit of mercy and despised Ali.

“Is there not anybody older than you among your uncles? I do not want to shed your blood because your father was my friend.”

Hz. Ali answered,

“By God! I want to shed your blood!”

Amr started to laugh and said, “I never dreamt somebody would confront me and speak to me like that!”

Amr got very furious at Hz Ali’s words. He drew his sword and rode against Hazrat Ali on his horse.

Hazrat Ali said, “How can I fight you? I am on foot your on horseback. Get off your horse and fight me on foot!”

Amr got off his horse at once and let the horse go. He looked at Hazrat Ali furiously and stood against him.

Hazrat Ali said, “O Amr! I heard that you promised God that when you confronted someone from The Quraysh you would accept one of his two requests. Is that right?”

Amr said, “Yes, that is right...”

Then, Hazrat Ali said, “Then, I call you to believe in God and His Messenger and to accept Islam.”

Amr said, “I do not need them; stop it!”

This time, Hazrat Ali said, “Then, give up fighting us and go back to your country!”

Amr said, “I promised what I promised and prohibited myself from wearing oil and perfume until I took my revenge.”

Then, Hazrat Ali said, “In that case, get ready to fight!”

Amr laughed loudly and said, “I never thought there would be anyone among Arabs who would want to fight me like a hero!” Then, he said, “You are a valiant young man. And your father was my friend. Give up fighting me and return. I do not want to kill you!”

Hazrat Ali, who was very brave, said, “But I want to kill you!”

Hazrat Ali’s last sentence infuriated Amr a lot. He tore Hazrat Ali’s shield into pieces. The sword that tore the shield grazed Hazrat Ali’s forehead. Hazrat Ali moved aside like lightning; now it was his turn. He hit Amr’s neck very hard with Dhul-Fiqar. Amr’s head was cut off.

In less than no time, there were screams and cries. Hazrat Ali shouted, “Allahu Akbar!” due to this victory He gave him. When the Messenger of God and Muslims shouted, “Allahu Ak­bar!”, takbirs resounded around the area.

“It is the Sword that Cuts not the Hand!”

Meanwhile, Hubayra b. Abi Wahb, one of the cavalrymen and poets of Kuwayt, attempted to fight  Hazrat Ali but when he received a sword blow, he ran away! This time, Zubayr b. Awwam followed him. He cut his horse’s saddle with his sword. Then, Zubayr ran after Naw­fal b. Abdullah. He split Nawfal into two with a severe blow of his sword.

When people said to Zubayr later, “We have not seen a sword like yours”, he answered,

“It is not the sword that does so; it is the hand!”

The other cavalrymen of the Quraysh were terrified and started to flee on their horses. Ikrima, Abu Jahl’s son, dropped his spear but he did not dare to return and take it.

The fact that Amr b. Abdi Wadd, who was regarded as equal to one company, was killed rejoiced Muslims very much but terrified the polytheists. Abu Sufyan, the leader of the Qurayshi army said, “There is nothing good for us today” and left the trench; he went back to his headquarters hopelessly.

Attack from Every Direction

The next day, all of the polytheists, together with Sons of Qurayza Jews, surrounded the Muslims from all directions and shot arrows until the evening.

The Muslims who were very thin and weak due to famine felt very bad when the enemy army attacked like a black cloud; when the enemy army retreated in the evening, the Muslims felt a bit relieved. However, everybody was worried saying, “If the enemy attacks severely again tomorrow from all directions, what will happen?”

The Munafiqs Appear Again

Regarding the trouble and the famine that the Muslims were exposed to, the munafiqs started to demoralize the Muslims by saying, “Muhammad promised you the treasures of the Kaiser and Chosroes! However, we are trapped in this trench now. We cannot even answer the call of nature due to our fear! What he promised is completely different from what we have now. God and His Messenger promised us deception only.”

The Quran indicates that issue, too.

However, those treacherous and tricky suggestions of the munafiqs could not make the real believers leave the Messenger of God. They had believed sincerely that God would help them. They had endless belief in the predestination of God. They sincerely endured all kinds of misfortunes and troubles for the sake of God and His Messenger. On the other hand, the munafiqs thought the enemy army that surrounded Madinah would kill the Messenger of God and the Companions; in fact, they wanted it to happen. Such great testing discriminated between the believers and the munafiqs.

The following verse of the Quran regarding the issue is exemplary:

“Or do ye think that ye shall enter the Garden (of Bliss) without such (trials) as came to those who passed away before you? They encountered suffering and adversity and were so shaken in spirit that even the Messenger and those of faith who were with him cried: "When (will come) the help of God?" Ah! verily the help of God is (always) near!”

The Enemy Feels Crestfallen

The siege continued for days. The attacks and assaults of the polytheists were always repelled by Muslims. The prolongation of the siege caused great trouble, famine, and cold for both parties. The crops had been collected from the fields about a month ago; so the food of the horses and camels of the enemy army finished and the animals faced starvation. They caused languor, hopelessness, and crestfallenness among the enemy ranks.

The Prophet’s Offer to Ghatafans

When the Messenger of God saw that the siege prolonged, and the cold, drought and famine increased day by day and that they affected the Muslims badly, he sent this message to the leaders of Ghatafans,  Uyayna b. Hisn and Harith b. Awf: “If you stop the siege and return to your homeland, I will give you one-third of the date crop of Madinah for a year.”

They said, “You should give us half of the date crop of Madinah for a year.”

However, the Messenger of God did not agree on it. Thereupon, they accepted one-third of the crop and came to the presence of the Messenger of God as a group of delegates.

Meanwhile, the Prophet wanted to learn the view of Sa’d b. Muadh and Sa’d b. Ubada, the leaders of Ansar first. They said, “O Messenger of God! Is it something that you want or something that God ordered and we have to fulfill?”

The Prophet said, “If I had been ordered by God to do it, I would not have asked you your opinion; I would have done it at once. This is something that you are free to agree or disagree with.”

Thereupon, Sa’d b. Muad said, “O Messenger of God! We and that tribe used to associate partners with God and worship idols; we did not know God. Even then, they never expected to eat even one date of Madinah except when they were guests or when they bought dates. Can we give them dates as tribute now, when God has honored us with Islam and guided us with you and strengthened us? I swear by God we do not need such an agreement. The only thing we can offer them until God decides between us and them is the sword!”

The Messenger of God was glad to hear it. He said to the delegates of Ghatafan, “You may leave now! Only the sword can settle the problem between you and us!”

Thereupon, the delegates of Ghatafan left.

On the way, Harith b. Awf said to Uyayna b. Hisn,

“We will not be able to get anything by attacking Muhammad in order to help the Qurayshis. I swear by God that I see Muhammad’s cause as something clear and superior. I swear by God that the scholars of Khaybar Jews always said that it was written in their books that a prophet from the people of Haram having the attributes of Muhammad would emerge.”

The Troubles the Mujahids Suffered

During the siege, the mujahids suffered great troubles and hardships. They had dug the trench without having a rest before the battle, and the battle started as soon as they finished digging the trench. Therefore, they were very tired and exhausted. They were also hungry and the weather was very cold.

Huzayfa narrates one night of the battle as follows:  

“We were sitting in a rank.  Abu Sufyan and his army were on the upper side and Sons of Qurayza were on the downside. We were afraid that they would attack our wives and children in Madinah. We had never had such a dark and stormy night before. The wind was virtually whistling and we could not see even our fingers in the dark. The munafiqs asked for permission from the Messenger of God saying, ‘Our houses are not safe’; in fact, their houses were not in danger. The Prophet gave permission to those who asked. Those who got permission fled immediately. There were about three hundred of us. We guarded the Prophet one by one. It was my turn to guard. I had no shield to protect myself from the enemy; I had no clothing to protect my body from the cold; I only had a woolen covering that my wife gave to me; it could not cover even my knees.”

The Severe Attacks of the Enemy and the Prayers that were Missed

Once the enemies threw a lot of arrows at the tent of the Messenger of God during the besiege. The Prophet was standing in front of the tent with his armor on his body and his helmet on his head.

Hazrat Jabir narrates:

“That day, the polytheists fought us all day. They divided their soldiers into teams.  They sent a big group of soldiers under the command of Khalid b. Walid where the Messenger of God was. They fought until late at night. Neither the Messenger of God nor the Muslims could have the opportunity to leave their places.”

The clash continued so intensely that the Messenger of God could not perform the noon, afternoon and evening prayers of that day on time. The Messenger of God, who did not damn even those who tortured and insulted him, damned them because they caused him to delay his prayers as follows:  “O God! They kept us busy until the evening and prevented us from praying; fill their houses, stomachs, and graves with fire!”Then, he performed the noon, afternoon and evening prayers of that day together with his Companions.

[1heartfanfics]

Could you write something where Nathan has appendicitis but thinks he's just hungover and feels kinda guilty and his friends (whichever OCs he hangs out with) are thinking "if it's serious he'll tell us" but he really tries to hide it. Starts as a normal emeto fic and spirals into feverish delirium, vomiting, and misery. Maybe Alex could save him in the end with his medical knowledge. This is my first fic request so sorry if that's way too specific.

Thanks for this prompt, its really great! Alex and Nathan don’t know eachother, but Andrew is a junior premed major who’s had quite a bit of clinic experience so it still works don’t worry.

Fuck. As soon as Nathan woke up he knew that he should not have drank so much last night. He hadn’t gone out in a long time so his body was not used to this, he felt like absolute shit.

He tried to haul himself out of bed and to the bathroom cause he felt vaguely nauseous but his body didn’t want to move. He grunted, flopping his head back down onto the pillow. 

“Babe? You okay?” Hazel asked next to him, a small hand coming to rest on his arm.

“Hnng,” he groaned, rolling over to press his face into her shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m an idiot.”

“You feeling rough?”

“Yeah. Cause I’m an idiot,” he groaned.

“Well did you have fun?” Hazel asked.

“Yeah, we were all pretty trashed and having a good time,” he laughed lightly, thinking about some of the events of last night.

“Then you’re not an idiot. You just had a little too much fun, happens to everyone sometimes,” she assured him, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“You’re the best you know that?”

“Of course I am,” she joked. “Hey so are we talking like you need some advil rough or like we need to relocate to the bathroom rough?” she asked, turning serious.

“I don’t know, stomach feels a little iffy but we’re not in any immediate danger,” he shrugged. “Mostly my head,” he continued.

“Alright, advil it is. I might grab a bucket just in case though,” she said, pressing another kiss to his forehead before sliding out of bed and disappearing down the hall. 

She came back with medicine, water, and a plate of toast. Nathan gratefully downed the medicine with a swig of water but eyed the toast warily. 

“I know, but you need to eat something. It’ll help,” Hazel insisted, reading his mind.

“Yeah, okay,” he sighed, taking a few tentative bites. When his body didn’t immediately reject them he continued, finishing both pieces. 

“Any better?” Hazel asked after a few minutes.

“Eh maybe, I don’t know. It might be a ‘awkwardly wearing sunglasses in class’ kind of day though,” he chuckled, wincing when it made his head pound. 

He got out of bed and slowly, very slowly, got dressed. He felt like he was moving through molasses. It was going to be a long day. 

“Alright, well, I guess I’ll see you tonight. Assuming I make it through the day that is,” he sighed, walking back towards Hazel. She stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He gratefully leaned into her, resting his aching head on her shoulder. 

“You’ll probably be fine. But, if not, call me or come home okay?” she asked. 

“Yeah I will, thanks haz,” he agreed, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before heading off to his 8 am. 

As soon as he got to class, indeed wearing sunglasses, his friends all exchanged worried glances. He looked rough. Pale, sweating slightly, shaky. 

“You okay there Nate?” Jackson asked.

“Fine. Just hungover,” he answered shortly, headache already worsened by the increase in light and noise from him and Hazel’s dark bedroom.

“Some hangover man, you look like hell froze over,” Jackson’s boyfriend, Kaiser, commented.

“Thanks Kai, really,” Nathan huffed, sinking down into his seat and pulling his hood down over his shaded eyes.

“Sorry man,” 

“Seriously though, are you sure you’re alright?” Jackson asked again.

“I’m fine, I was just stupid last night,” he snapped.

“Okay, okay,” Jackson retreated, holding his hands up. Obviously Nathan needed to be left alone. 

Nathan made it through his first two classes alright. Well, he wasn’t paying attention to anything that was going on, but he was awake and present. As soon as he got to his third class though, he felt his stomach start turning. Suddenly he felt very queasy. He brought a hand up to rest on his belly, hissing when he felt how bloated it was, pressing against the waistband of his jeans. Maybe his friends are right, this doesn’t seem like a hangover.

He let out a quiet burp into his fist, feeling his stomach lurch. Shit, he thought, quickly standing up and bolting out of the classroom to the bathroom.

Jackson and Kaiser exchanged glances, watching him leave.

“Is he okay?” Andrew asked, coming to sit down next to Nathan’s empty seat.

“He’s hungover,” Kaiser shrugged.

“Well I don’t know, I’ve known Nathan a long time and I’ve never seen him look this bad from a hangover,” Jackson shook his head.

“Yeah I know, I think he’s sick,” Kaiser agreed.

“Should someone go check on him?” Andrew asked.

“Nah,” Jackson shook his head. “He wouldn’t want anyone but Hazel, plus he’s being weird about it.”

“He’ll tell someone if it gets serious,” Kaiser agreed. 

“Alright, if you guys are sure,” Andrew shrugged warily as their professor started lecturing.

Nathan came back in a few minutes later, one hand resting on his stomach, looking paler than ever. All three of his friends gave him worried looks, but no one said anything, not wanting to upset him further. He quietly slid into his seat, dropping his head down onto the table, which only worried his friends more. 

“Should we text Hazel?” Kaiser whispered to Jackson.

Jackson shook his head, “just let him deal with it his way, he’s damn stubborn.”

When class was over, the boys watched as their ill friend tiredly picked up his backpack with shaking hands, unsteadily making his way out of the room. They followed close behind, wanting to make sure he could even make it to his next class when they all knew he should be going home.

However, as soon as they got out of the lecture hall, Nathan rushed over to the trashcan in the corner, gripping it as he dropped his backpack onto the floor.

“Shit, Nath,” Jackson rushed over to stand next to him. He wrapped an arm around Nathan’s waist, seeing his arms shaking from holding himself up as he gagged harshly. 

“Jaz,” Nathan gasped, dry heaving over the trashcan, “Jaz something’s wrong.”

“I know, I think you’re sick buddy,” he said, rubbing his back with the other hand.

“Blaargghhh,” Nathan pitched forwards as he brought up a stream of bile and water, as he’d already thrown up the toast he’d eaten this morning. He had nothing left to throw up, but his body was insistent on continuing to try to purge his stomach contents. He gagged painfully, gasping for breath between rounds.

“No. Something’s really wrong,” he insisted, sounding out of breath.

“Okay, just try to breath for me kiddo,” Jackson said softly, helping ease Nathan to the ground as he obviously didn’t have anything in his stomach to throw up. 

“Hazel?” Nathan asked suddenly, looking around frantically.

“Oh, yeah, hey Kai will you call Hazel for us?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at Kaiser. 

“Yeah, got it,” he agreed, pulling out his phone.

“Hazel,” Nathan said again.

“She’ll be here soon buddy, okay?”

“Hazza it hurts,” he whined, bending over and reaching out to grab a handful of Jackson’s shirt. 

Jackson raised his eyebrows, glancing at Andrew. He thought Jackson was Hazel. 

“This is bad right?” Jackson asked Andrew quietly.

Andrew frowned, crouching down next to them. He reached out to put a hand on Nathan’s forehead, wincing when he felt how warm he was. 

“Lay him down,” he instructed.

“Right here?” Jackson asked, “people are staring.”

“Doesn’t matter. Lay him down, hurry,” he said, his voice taking on an odd tone of panic and calm combined. 

Jackson, terrified by his friend’s sudden manner, slid his arms under Nathan’s legs and back, moving him so that he was laying down in his lap. Nathan hardly resisted, letting him move him limply. That is until Andrew tried to roll him over from his side to his back.

“NO!” Nathan shouted, slapping at Andrew’s hands.

“Andy what’s going on?” Kaiser asked quietly from behind them, holding the phone against his chest so Hazel couldn’t hear.

“Jaz hold his arms,” Andrew said. There was that tone again. The doctor tone.

Jackson’s eyes got wide, but he did as he was told.

“Nath? Hey, this might hurt a lot, but I have to do it alright? I’m really sorry, but it’ll only last a few seconds,” Andrew said calmly. Then he reached over and pressed into Nathan’s stomach on the right side. After a moment, he released his hand.

“AGHHHH!” he screamed in pain, curling up on his side and rocking back and forth, his forehead beading with sweat.

“Okay, his appendix is about to burst. Jackson go call 911, Kai tell Hazel to meet us at the hospital,” he instructed, jumping into action. 

“You’re gonna be okay Nate, I promise, I caught it. You’re gonna be alright,” Andrew assured his friend.

Nathan couldn’t hear him though, his ears were still ringing and his whole body throbbed, pain radiating throughout him from his stomach. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as his vision started going dark around the edges. He could feel himself fading out of consciousness… 

[petitprincess1]

They Have Such Great Chemistry

Summary: Flug ends up noticing that Slug has gone silent for a while and decides to check up on him…by breaking and entering, of course! How else would you do it?

Words: 1,568

Characters: Flug, Slug, White Hat (briefly), Clemencia (briefly), Demencia (probably shouldn’t even count from how brief she is)

Warnings: …Puns…and I guess obsessive behavior.

This was spawned from a little fun thing @emile-hides and I did with these two and I had even more fun writing it. So, consider this a gift, Emile. Love ya!

Flug stood outside of White Hat’s mansion at midnight- yes, mansion because the idiot probably thought he was too good to have a hat-styled house like his Jefecito. -and walked around the perimeter of the outside gate, messing with his backpack straps. Yeah, he wasn’t really trying to be stealthy or anything for two reasons. First, anyone who would dare try to stop him would be on the very top of his laundry list…not like actual laundry list- I mean, he actually has that since nobody else does their damn clothes because it must be soooo hard to- you know what? The point is that they’ll be dead. All of them. Dead. Secondly…Flug wanted to check up on somebody.

He took a remote out from his pocket and pressed a button. A soft beep came from it as mechanical spider limbs deployed from the backpack, allowing him to easily leap over the gate and land on the lawn. Unlike with his ingenious overlord, White hadn’t bothered to install a security system outside of his home. “It takes up too much energy and time for something I can easily make disappear with a snap of my fingers,” yeah, sure. You can just say your lazy. It’s okay. No one will judge, except Flug. He definitely will. Greatly.

Flug shook himself out of his thoughts as used the robot limbs to circle around the house, looking for a specific window. As he was searching, a loud explosion boomed above him, making him quickly hide in a nearby bush. He then groaned loudly as he heard White Hat shouting, “Clemencia! What did I say about blowing yourself up!?”

Clemencia then shouted back to him, “Demmie sent me a bomb, Whitey! That means she loves me!!”

“I…no, Clem. No, I don’t think that’s how that works.”

Flug rolled his eyes at the two imbeciles, wondering how someone as glorious- but not as glorious as Black Hat -Slug could deal with such asinine people. A loud sigh came from nearby and after hearing the sound and length of the breath, it made Flug’s heart leap to his throat. He quickly disengaged the spider limbs and ran over to the nearby bay window, smiling widely and staring longingly. He stared at the other scientist that wore a dark brown bag over his head, a black, loose sweater that read “I’ve always liked one-liners. That’s why I’m a fan of monorails.”, dark grey sweatpants, and just socks. It was very minimalist and it made Flug almost melt. However, gazing at Slug was not what he was here for…he can do that tomorrow.

Flug quickly took out a laser and cut a circle into the glass, tapping it so the small piece could come out easily and grabbed at it so it wouldn’t shatter on the wooden floor. He crawled through the small hole and silently got onto the floor, tiptoeing over to Slug. White’s scientist had been very quiet for a long while, considering that he hadn’t seen him move around on the cameras that he had secretly installed. He had just been staring quite vehemently at a piece of paper for several hours. Luckily, White Hat’s Hatbot often brought him food or else Flug most likely would’ve broken into his house a long time ago, force feeding Kaiser raw eggs. 

Once Flug got close, he peered over his shoulder and saw that Slug had scribbled a bunch of equations and ingredients onto a few sheets of paper. There also was candy scattered about near the papers. One of which that was in a container that read “HIGHLY VOLATILE! DO NOT TOUCH, CLEM!” Seems like his windbeutel (cream puff) was having a bad day. Although, he didn’t know that candy and baking needed math in order to make anything, even though baking is said to use chemistry. Don’t you just throw everything in a pot or bowl and it just somehow becomes something? …And this might be why 505 does majority of the baking in the house.

Flug sighed sadly, “Poor, Slug.”

Slug then jumped, turned around, and then punched Flug in the throat, causing the scientist to make disgusting retching/choking sound and grab at his neck. The taller scientist stood up quickly and frantically apologized, red pupils in his goggles moving quickly, “Fuck! Shit! Flug! No! I’m so…wait. Why am I apologizing? Why the fuck are you in my room!?”

Flug coughed a few times before hoarsely saying, “I…I can’t b-believe…you just…punched me…i-in the throat!”

“What the f- You snuck into my room…and through the window, apparently!”

“Well, how else was I supposed to get in? Geeze!”

Slug took a deep breath to calm himself and then rubbed at his temples, sighing, “Why…Why are you here?”

The other scientist rubbed at his neck some more before answering Slug, “Well, you weren’t moving around all that much, so I thought that it would be best to come and check up on you.”

He blinked down at him and knew that he would probably regret asking this, but his damn curiosity got the better of him. Slug took another deep breath and then questioned, “Okay…so, what made you come over here? What made you think that there was something wrong?”

Flug grabbed at the papers scattered on his desk and started reading them over, while explaining, “Well, considering that I hadn’t seen you move from the camera I installed in your bedroom to any of the others like in your closet, second lab, bathroom- audio only, of course. I’m not a perv. -the kitchen, or anywhere in the halls, I assumed that something must be wrong. Plus, I hadn’t heard a single sound from you. You can’t tell me that’s not worth me breaking and entering for.”

A dork. Yeah, Slug could, probably should, be thinking that this man is clearly unhinged and needed to be apprehended right now, but no. Sure. Let’s just say that this is just dorky behavior. He gave a small chuckle and explained, “It’s nothing really. I always get silent and quietly curse everyone who ever lived whenever I’m stuck on a problem. Also, don’t bother trying to figure that out. I saw you try to cook a frozen casserole…with the paper on.”

“The directions didn’t say not to.”

“I think common sense says not to,” Slug gave a cheeky grin before grabbing the sheets of paper and then reading them over, going silent once more as he his brows furrowed in concentration. Flug couldn’t help but pout at him going silent once more and really wanted to help. Although, he was unfortunately right about him not being able to help him with his work. He probably would just make things worse in that regard.

He rubbed at the back of his neck and shuffled on his feet, wondering what to do, and then gasped at a thought. Flug smiled at him under his bag and called out, “Hey, Slug, the guy next to me asked if I had any hypo bromide, I said NaBrO.”

Slug shuffled a bit where he sat, but didn’t really have that much of a reaction. Still, Flug persisted, “So, Demencia threw sodium chloride at me the other day and I told her…that’s a salt!”

Again, nothing. He kept going, chuckling slightly, “Are my chemistry jokes too basic for you? Is that why there’s no reaction? Also, you must be an exothermic reaction because you spread your hotness everywhere!”

He heard a slight puff of breath come from Slug, that was a bit of progress. He almost could see a smile practically underneath there. So, he continued, “Is it getting hot in here or is that just our bond forming? If I could rearrange the periodic table, I would put Uranium and Iodine together. ….Uh….I must be a diamond because you gave me a hardness of 10!”

That made Slug choke and then bark out, laughing, “Pffffttt! What!? Flug, you’re such a dork!”

Flug gave a small sigh and mentioned, “Oh, good, you finally laughed. I was running out of chemistry jokes. All the good ones argon.”

Slug gave a small snicker as he got up and lifted up both of their bags to give Flug a quick kiss before pulling his down quickly, making Flug whine. The taller scientist chuckled, “Don’t worry. You’ll see it soon. Also, I guess you’re staying here tonight, considering that you are fixing my window, right?”

Flug gave an embarrassed chuckle, but then stopped when he saw Slug about to look at his papers again. He lowered his hands and then shook his head, “Slug, it’s not going to get fixed just by staring. You’re incredible…don’t worry about it. You’ll figure it out. Plus, it’s the middle of the night.”

Slug was gonna mention that it was odd that the man who has stayed up for 72 hours is telling him to sleep, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. He just nodded at him and guided Flug over to his bed before suddenly stopping. He looked over his shoulder and said, “Hey, Flug. Are you my appendix? Because I have gut feeling that I would love to take you out.”

Flug’s goggles had stars in them as he opened his mouth to say something, just for it to be interrupted by Demencia in the vents, shouting, “NEEEEERRRRDDDDSSS!!”

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Chapter Fifteen

ROBYN

It’s official. I made my own name in fashion. We were at London Fashion Week again, but this time I wasn’t just watching. I was working alongside some of the fashion greats. The first week of January Adam Selman reached out to me personally. Apparently, the networking I did at the last fashion show paid off. He liked many of my ideas and wanted to collab on the upcoming fashion show, which meant we had about six weeks. He started working on this collection in June but felt it needed something more, so I was included in all the major decisions. It was such an amazing experience, from deciding on how things sit on the models to deciding how the pieces were cut. All the hard work paid off because the show was a success and he wanted me to join him on the autumn and winter collection as well.

“This is going to open so many doors for me” l smiled, thinking out loud. Mel, Frankie, Paige, and I had just made it back to our hotel, shitfaced from celebrating.

“Yeah, you’re finally getting the recognition you deserve!” Frankie agreed. “I knew you would take off any day now. Nobody knows how hard you work like I do. You earned this.”

“I wanna go to Bim and celebrate with my people. I might as well take all ya’ll with me, ya’ll put in just as much work as I do. We all could use a vacation, plus my birthday is coming up” I grinned, excited just thinking about it.

“That’s what I’m talking about! I need to bathe in some island sun” Paige nodded her approval. “The only person who probably wouldn’t come is Meagan, only God knows how pissed she is that she didn’t get to come to fashion week last time and this time.”

“Well, if you don’t do your job right at home, why would you get the privilege of traveling?” I shrugged, feeling no sympathy. It’s a wonder I haven’t let her go yet. She was constantly coming in late, leaving early, and leaving tasks unfinished. I must admit, our customers enjoy her. She’s really good when it comes to customer service, but slacks in everything else.

“Yeah, but you know she’s been feeling some type of way since she saw Dre come in with your purse that day. That would be the real reason she doesn’t go to Barbados.” Frankie chimed in. “That’s my girl and all, but I’m not missing out on Barbados for anybody”

“What do you mean? Megan and Dre had a thing? Wait, you and Dre are hookin up?” Mel asked curiously. She had been in her bubble with J, so I hadn’t even told her about what happened between Dre and I on New Year’s Eve.

“You slut! I thought you said ya’ll vowed not to cross the line?” she asked mimicking my voice, after I gave her the quick, short version of what went down.

“Shit happens” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“I hope you know you can’t be playing with this man’s emotions, especially after what Teyana put him through.”

“It’s just sex. It’s not like this is serious” I explained.

“You can only say that if it happened once, but come to think of it. I’ve seen much less of you lately, that means you’re getting consistent dick” she snickered, making Frankie and Paige burst out in laughter.

“No, I’ve been working bitch” I corrected her while giving her the finger.

“But seriously, be careful. You know I worry about you”

“Well don’t. I feel better than I have in a very long time" I stressed hoping to convince her. I was telling the truth; things were really starting to look up for me. I was content with being single and on top of that, my career was starting to take off, so I couldn’t be happier.

I even went out of my way to make sure I enjoyed Valentine’s Day, even though I spent it alone. I went and saw the movie Silver Linings, bought myself a beautiful bouquet, and had an online shopping spree while eating pizza and cheesecake. It was the perfect day and now I couldn’t wait to get home to my new pair of red bottoms and two new Burberry purses.

“How are you today John” I asked my driver, in a cheerful tone, as he grabbed my luggage and tossed it in the trunk. Dre hooked me up with the car service he’s been using for a couple of years and so far, I was extremely satisfied. It’s nice being chauffeured around and my driver was cool to talk to.

“I’m good, now that my bajan thing is back” he winked, opening the back door for me.

“Happy Birthday” Dre sang as soon as I got in. He had balloons and a massive bouquet of roses.

“What are you doing here?!” I yelled, completely surprised.

“I wanted to be the first to welcome you back. How was your trip?” he asked, pouring champagne into a flute and offering it to me.

“It was fuckin awesome!” I grinned, gladly taking it and gulping down half of it immediately. “I’m ready to leave again so I can celebrate that and my birthday”

“What are we doing for your birthday?” He asked curiously.

“Well, I didn’t have anything planned for today, but I’m taking my crew to Bim for a three-day weekend. We’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Cool, so that means I can steal you away today” he smiled.

“Well I have so much to do in so little time. I have to pick up Ollie and Pepe, stop by the shop for a few things, and so much other stuff” I replied. I didn’t expect him to even want to spend my birthday with me, it would’ve been nice to have a heads up.

“How about lunch before you get started on all that?” he suggested.

“I’m sorry Dre, but I don’t have time to wait a half hour for food and take another half hour to eat it.”

"Well, how about this: I’ll let you take care of everything you got going on, and you can come to my house later. I’ll have a nice birthday dinner ready and we can have a little night cap. I won't keep you out too late” he promised.

“Deal” I replied, realizing he just wasn’t taking no for an answer.

He rode with me for most of my errands and kept my glass full the entire time. By the time I made it to work, I was pretty tipsy so when Jenn started singing happy birthday at the top of her lungs, I started to twerk to the imaginary beat.

“What are you even shaking?” Meagan asked with a frown. “You literally have no ass”

“Dats cool tho, cause what I lack in da back, I pack in da cat” I shrugged with a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Any who. Not that it compares to that big ass bouquet you have in your hand, but someone literally had a single rose delivered to you today. It’s on your desk” she stated.

“Oh yeah, Chris dropped something off for you last week, it’s in your office too” Jenn added nonchalantly and my heart almost stopped from hearing his name.

“Wow” I whispered in awe when I saw the canvas that brightened up my office. I immediately recognized the painting from last year’s Valentine’s Day and my heart skipped a beat. I was confused though. Was this his way of getting rid of what was left of me, or was this his way of reaching out to me?

When I removed the canvas from my desk, I found the rose and a note in Chris’s familiar handwriting and my questions were answered. He wanted to talk so he’d left his number.

“Hello” he answered on the second ring.

“Hi Chris” I paused, feeling lost for words. “It’s Robyn. I just got the gifts…This painting…. it’s beautiful. Thanks”

“You’re welcome. I honestly didn’t think you would call, and happy birthday by the way.”

“Thanks”

“I don’t know what you have going on, but I would love to take you to dinner tonight… For old times’ sake”

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” I replied, without missing a beat.

“Your favorite, Gorgio Baldi of course.” He quickly replied.

“I would love that. I’m finishing up a few things at the office, I can meet you there at 6”

“That's perfect”

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you soon” I smiled through the phone. I felt mixed emotions as butterflies tickled my stomach. I’ve been wishing I could just have a single moment alone with him and I was finally getting that chance. I hated to leave Dre hanging so I made a mental note to cancel with him before I left the office.

I worked quickly and was done with everything that was urgent in a couple of hours. I was in the middle of packing my laptop when Jenn rushed into my office.

“Ooh, I'm glad I caught you. There’s a call for you on line one. It’s Jacques, he says it’s urgent.” she announced.

“Hello” I picked up the phone, wondering what he could possibly want.

“Hi Robyn, it’s about Rayven”

“What about her?” I asked, partially irritated. She was always up to something.

“She’s in the hospital. You need to come and see her” he ordered.

“Is she okay? What happened?” I asked, now frightened.

“She’s in the ICU at Kaiser, I don’t know all the details, just get here as soon as you can” he insisted with urgency before hanging up.

An hour later, I was looking at my younger cousin attached to all sorts of machines and couldn’t help but feel guilty. Apparently, she was high on cocaine and had a stroke. She’s been in a coma for 2 days already, and things still aren’t looking all that great for her.

I know her bad choices aren’t my fault, but maybe if I would’ve at least taken her calls she wouldn’t be here. She went from trying to call me several times a day to calling a few times a week, but she eventually stopped trying.

“What the fuck am I gonna tell her mom?” I sighed as my mind raced. I’m the only family she has here and I’m supposed to be looking out for her. Yeah, she’s done some fucked up things in the past, but I wouldn’t wish death on her.

After seeing her like that, I had to wait in the lobby. I felt responsible and every time that monitor beeped, I felt my anxiety raising.  On top of all that, I couldn’t stand to be here. All I could think about was the last time I was in the hospital. I knew my anxiety would be off the charts so I took a Xanax before coming in, but it wasn’t helping.

“I know ya’ll aren’t in the best place right now-” Jacques began as soon as he saw me.

“Never mind that dumb shit, what happened to my cousin?” I asked, angrily. “Where the fuck is Jay?”

“He had business to take care of, that’s why I’m here” he stated, trying to calm me down. “I’m sorry this happened to her, but she’s really been spiraling downhill since you guys fell out. She’s been out of control, partying like there’s no tomorrow, and not taking care of herself. It’s like she didn’t care if anything happened to her.”

“Well I guess her boyfriend doesn’t care either, considering he’s not by her side” I fumed.

“They aren’t together anymore. I’m not all in their business, so I don’t know what’s going on, but she’s been running with a new crowd, and none of those muthafuckas are here, but they’re part of the reason she is. Look, we can point fingers all day but I’m just here to help. I think it might be a good idea to get her mom down here, there’s no telling what may happen” he admitted.

“Are you okay? You're shaking.” he asked when I didn’t respond.

“What if she died on my birthday?” I blurted as my eyes finally began to water. “That would be some fucked up shit”

“You can’t think like that. You gotta pull yourself together so you can be strong for her” he continued. "It ain't always about you. Everyone has been through some shit. You just gotta suck that shit up, forgive, and move on.

“Okay” I sighed realizing he was right. I sat down for a minute, after taking another Xanax, and finally I could feel my heart rate slowing. I wasn’t prepared for the call I was about to make, but I dialed my Aunt Jenna’s number and prayed to God she could find a way to forgive me.

The next couple of days were like torture. I put everything I had going on, on hold to be there for Rayven. After calling Aunt Jenna, she was down here on the next fight. She arrived the next day and that’s when hell began. She went from sympathy to pure hatred when she found out why Rayven was in a coma.  She kept saying that she shouldn’t have left home, and how she was worshiping the devil out here. Her energy was all bad and after sitting at this hospital for three days hearing her speak ill of my little cousin, I felt like it was unnecessary for her to be here if she hated her own daughter so much.

“Auntie” I called out, interrupting her phone call. I could hear her saying to someone she was in the States because her daughter was a dumpsy and overdosed, and that must’ve been the last straw.

“Hold up” she spoke to whoever was on the phone and pulled it away from her face. “Wuh you want?” she asked, obviously irritated that I interrupted her conversation. No wonder Rayven was so ready to get away from her, she had evil going through her veins. She wasn’t like that when we were growing up, so this was all new to me.

“I don’t mind staying here with Ray. I can get you a room, so you can take a shower and get some rest. I’ll have my driver come get you if anything changes, that way you can be here when she wakes up” I offered in the kindest tone I could. I would hate to disrespect my Aunt, but if I continued to hear the way she spoke about Rayven, things could get ugly fast. Lucky for everyone, she accepted my offer.  

Another day came and went with no changes. I was so exhausted and depressed just sitting around and waiting, so when Mel offered to keep watch for a few hours, I was more than grateful.

I went home, showered, and had a quick meal. By the time I made it back to the hospital, Rayven had woken up.

“Rob-?” Rayven’s raspy voice called out when I walked in.

“Thank God! You’re up?! “I smiled, feeling relief rush over me.

“I’m so sorry” she choked out as tears started to fall.

“Shhh. Try not to talk” I replied softly. “You’re alive and that’s all that matters right now.”

“I tried to call you, but your phone is going to voicemail. She just woke up about ten minutes ago. They drew some blood and will be back to get her for an MRI any minute.” Mel stated, checking her watch. On cue, two nurses came in and took her away.

“Thank you for sitting with her. I know how you feel about her, so that really meant a lot” I stated, giving Mel a hug.

“Girl, family is family. I was upset about her holding her lie back, it wasn’t any deeper than that” she shrugged. “But I do have to go, charge your phone so I can check on ya’ll later”

I stayed with Rayven the rest of the day, but I really missed my bed. I decided to leave for the night, and promised her I would be back tomorrow morning. I was so tired that I passed out in the backseat and woke up to John shaking my shoulder. “Ms. Robyn, we’ve arrived” he repeated over and over until I realized where we were.

“This ain’t where I live” I snapped looking around trying to figure out where the hell I was, then I spotted Dre quickly approaching us.

“Don’t curse him babe. Take it out on me.  I talked to Mel earlier and she told me you were on the way home. I called and called but you didn’t pick up. John told me you were passed out in the back, so I told him to bring you here” he explained, pissing me off even further.  

“I’ve been at the hospital for a week. I just want to sleep in my own bed” I sighed, slapping my forehead.

“I got you girl. My bed is just as comfortable, if not I will take you home myself” he promised. I was irritated but I rolled my eyes and got out the car anyway. When I got inside, I changed into one of his t-shirts, used the bathroom, and went straight to bed.

When I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and my stomach growling, I couldn’t help but let my nose lead the way.

“Good morning sleepy head” Dre smiled as he pulled the bacon out of the oven.

“Wow” I grinned, after seeing the feast he’d created. There were waffles, sausage, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

“Sit down” he ordered, pulling a chair out for me. “I miss you, so I’m stealing one hour from you. I didn’t get to treat you on your birthday, so just relax and let me enjoy you”

"How am I supposed to do that when my cousin is alone in the hospital?"

"I know you're used to taking care of everyone else, but you can't take care of anyone if you're not taking care of yourself. Let me take care of you Anna" he pleaded.

“Alright, but you can’t keep hijacking my car. Next time you’re gonna regret it” I shook my finger at him.

“Okay, I won’t kidnap you again. You just gotta figure out a healthy balance between your job and your personal life” he stated, leaving it at that.

After eating, he gave me a full body massage, that led to some great sex. I had a lot of shit to do since I missed a week of work, but it was sweet that he missed me enough to plan all of this. I've never had anyone damn near kidnap me just to make sure I was good. So instead of fighting it, I let him take care of me and I was glad that I did.

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logh happy au where no one dies and yang and frederica have a kid together.

AN: This was a lot of fun to write! Thanks for the prompt! I also included Julian/Katerose scene. Let me know if you have more prompts for this AU or other :)

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The Victory of Peace

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“History teaches us many valuable lessons. Thanksto it we can study the past mistakes and choose better solutions. Thepast determines our future as the species, as the nation, even asindividuals.

“The history of humanity, unfortunately, is ahistory of war. Bloody, countless wars across the ages, but alwaysfollowing the same patterns. The reasons for starting a war arealways the same. People find it easier and more profitable to fightrather than negotiate or trade. They believe there’s something moreimportant than human life, something worth dying for. The wars areended for the opposite reason, when the people decide that there’snothing more precious than the human life.

“You might find this cynical and that is fine. Thehistorian needs to know all the facts first, then draw conclusionsand make interpretations of events. We’re not only interested in whathappened, but why and how and, most importantly: to what end? We needto take the history, good or bad as a lesson for ourselves, becauseeveryday we are the ones making the newest history. I am notreally your teacher, I am just your guide. In here, only history isthe teacher of us all.

“Today, I’d like to talk with all of you about oneof my favourite lessons – the modern miracle that changed the lifeof humanity in this galaxy. The Treaty of Iserlohn that ended over acentury of a bloody, pointless war between the Free Planets Allianceand the Galactic Empire.

“You probably wonder why I called this myfavourite lesson when I spent hours upon hours extolling thegreatness of ancient pre-space civilizations to you. For me, theTreaty of Iserlohn symbolizes hope for humanity. It teaches us that afew good people in the right place at the right time can make achange for the better.

“'Good people’ is of course a relative term here.I doubt anyone here would agree to call the kaiser Friedrich IV agood man, but at the right time his heart was swayed to choosesomething that was in the interest of the galaxy, not just himself orthe Empire. This can’t be denied. Biographers still argue about histrue reason for agreeing to negotiate with rebels, as the Empirecalled us once, but whether it was his mistress’ plea, the losses inhis military or a whim, he still did it. He showed willingness tolisten and for that we should be grateful.

“On the side of the Alliance, the situation wasthe same. Our leaders had just as little obligation as Friedrich tostop the war. Capturing Iserlohn was more than advantageous to them.It finally secured the Alliance territory and even allowed them thepossibility of preparing an invasion. However, while what Friedrichdid is solely on his shoulders as his subjects had no influence overhis decision, in the Alliance we have this thing called democracy.And for once, our people chose their leaders wisely. Let that be alesson every time you’re going to the voting urn…”

The door to the lecture hall burst open and bangedon the wall, allowing a young blond man in. “Professor! It’s time!Miss Frederica’s water broke!”

The renowned professor of the Faculty of History ofthe Heinessen University, Yang Wen-li looked from the young man, hisstudent, neighbour and friend Julian Mintz, to the clock. “It’s tooearly,” he said, stupefied. He could have meant the hour, it wasonly ten past eight a.m. And he only got started with his lecture,but he actually was thinking about the doctor’s prediction. The babywas supposed to be born next week, which is why he’d come to workthis morning instead of staying with his very pregnant wife.

“Hurry, we need to go! She’s on the way to thehospital!” Julian informed him, grabbed the lecture notes spreadbefore Yang before shoving them into his bag and taking it himself.

Yang scratched his head and looked at the huge groupof curious students gathered in the hall. His lectures were quitepopular, even those at the most despised early hours. He was the kindof a professor that got very passionate when talking about hissubject, which drew him a larger audience than he would haveexpected. “Well, this is the end for today. We’ll continue thisnext week. Everyone, have a good day, and goodbye!” he told themand rushed after Julian, almost tripping on the step of the podium.

They called an automatic taxi which took them offthe campus and towards the Heinessen General Hospital.

“Julian, why didn’t you call me?” Yang asked,embarrassed that they had made a scene in front of his students.

“I did, but you didn’t answer! So after I calledfor General Greenhill to take her to the hospital, I ran to get you,”Julian explained.

Julian lived next door to Yang. They had madefriends after an incident with water sprinklers. The young manimpressed Yang with his diligence and they quickly developed afriendship. Julian not only was taking care of his disabled father,he also worked part-time in the local cafe and excelled in hisstudies. And above all, he made the most delicious tea Yang had evertasted.

General Greenhill was Yang’s father-in-law.Actually, Yang’s wife Frederica was also military, however she had adesk job at the Heinessen Joint HQ at the Strategic Data AnalysisCenter. In times of peace, Yang had no reason to worry she’d be sentout to fight somewhere far away from home and for that he waseternally grateful. He himself had almost been recruited intomilitary academy to achieve his dream of studying history, butfortunately he was able to qualify for scholarship. Again, the peacetime had benefited Yang’s life because if the war still raged on,he’d have had no other choice but to become a soldier against his ownwill. He always thought he’d dodged the bullet with this one.

Yang met Frederica through a mutual friend andmeddler extraordinaire, Alex Caselnes. Yang often joked that Caselnesshould have become a professional matchmaker, not the manager of amajor shipping company. Even he probably wouldn’t have such alucrative job if not for the Treaty of Iserlohn which had broken thegalactic trading monopoly of Phezzan. With the Iserlohn Corridoropening for trade between the FPA and the Empire, many new shippingcompanies emerged within both sides of the galaxy and Phezzan lostthe prominence it had gained as the only middleman during thewartime.

The trip to the hospital didn’t take long, but toYang it felt like hours, his leg vibrating with impatience. When thetaxi parked on the other side of the street across the hospital, herushed out and almost got ran over by a car. Julian hurriedly paidwith his digital credit card and went after Yang.

Once they entered the reception safely, they gotdirections to the maternity ward, though Yang was too anxious toremember them, so Julian had to grab his sleeve and lead him to theelevator. Inside, Julian pressed the button for the third floor. Yangwas tapping his foot on the floor again.

“Calm down, Professor,” Julian said. “Everythingwill be fine with Miss Frederica.”

“I know, I know,” Yang sighed and ran a handover his brow. “Women are giving birth to the next generations fromthe very beginning of humankind, it’s a completely natural processthat the evolution prepared us for,” he said, as if reciting from abiology book to reassure himself. “Well, actually, it wasn’t alwaysthe case. Did you hear about the cloning practice in the days beforethe Republic formed? When there were shortages of workers, more werecloned, but due to some legal difficulties the practice was bannedand later the technology was lost…” Yang went off on a tangent.The elevator pinged and opened. Julian didn’t interrupt, letting himramble as they walked through the corridors. Talking about historydistracted Yang from worrying.

“It’s here,” Julian said as they reached thedoor numbered 320. Julian knocked two times.

The door opened to reveal Yang’s father-in-law.“Wen-li! You’re finally here! Come in, it just started,” heinvited them in with a smile. He was the only person on the planetthat called Yang by his first name. Even Frederica preferred terms ofendearment.

Frederica was sitting on a special birthing chair,her face scrunched in intense concentration as the doctor wascoaching her. Yang hesitated for a second, but when Frederica smiledat him, he went straight to her side. “Sorry, I’m late,” he saidwith a contrite look.

She grabbed his hand tightly. “Doesn’t matter, thebaby is coming,” she gritted out and grimaced when the nextcontraction twisted up her insides painfully.

“Are you the husband?” the doctor asked. Yangnodded. “You can stay then. There’s too many people in here,” sheaddressed Greenhill and Julian. “Please wait outside.”

The two shuffled out of the room, one morereluctantly than the other. While Greenhill stayed just outside thedoor, awaiting the birth of his grandchild with a calm eagerness,Julian headed to the  lounge. He bought himself an ice tea from avending machine and sat in a plastic chair. As he slowly drank, hewatched the news channel on TV set up in the area. The leader of adangerous radical organization Patriotic Knights Corps was arrested.A new legislation was passed to decrease the fleet’s size along withother reforms of the military. Heinessen Patriots had won theirflyball match yesterday.

Julian’s attention was taken off the news when aslim redhead in tiny jeans shorts walked up to the vending machine.He was furtively admiring her long legs when she suddenly kicked theautomat.

“Dammit!” she cursed and kicked it again.

Julian stood up and came closer. “What’s thematter?”

She gave him a distrustful glare and he couldn’thelp but notice that she had pretty blue eyes. “Nothing.” Thenshe kicked the machine again. “This piece of shit just doesn’t wantto give me my skittles!”

“You could call the support,” Julian suggested,pointing to the phone number glued to the side of the vendingmachine.

“And wait how long? Are you nuts?” she said.

Julian evaluated the situation. The girl’s kickswere too weak to rock the automat enough so that the bag of skittleswould fall down on their own. He took place next to her.

“Wait, if we kick together, it should work.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “Alright,” shesaid, a little doubtful, but willing to try this.

“On three! Two! One! Now!” Julian counted downand they kicked out together. The vending machine swayed backwards.“Again!” After the second double kick, the skittles were releasedand clattered into the pocket on the bottom of the automat.

“Yes!” the girl exclaimed and scooped hercandies out. She turned to Julian. “Thanks for your help. I’mKaterose.”

“Julian,” he gave his name too. “And it was noproblem.”

Katerose opened the bag and held it out to him.“Want some?”

“Me?” he asked in surprise. “No, thanks.”

She shrugged and popped a few skittles in her mouth.“So, who are you visiting here?” she asked.

Julian blinked, as he didn’t expect she’d stickaround to continue the conversation instead of being on her way. “Afriend’s wife is giving birth and I’m here for moral support. Andyou?”

“My stupid dad busted his arm playing flyball. I’mtaking him home after they finish patching him up,” she saidwithout much concern.

Julian was taken aback by her flippant attitude. Hewanted to ask why she’d talk like that about her own father, but itfelt too early in their acquaintance for such personal questions.Instead, he latched onto the sports part. “He plays flyball?Professional or just for fun?”

“Hmm, that’s actually hard to define…”Katerose replied, only rousing his curiosity. She ate some moreskittles. “I guess it’s both. He’s a professional, but he’s not aplayer. He’s just a coach for the team.”

“A coach? Wait, then how did he break his arm?”

“He was showing his team some move or the otherand screwed up. He’s a total show-off, so he got what he deserved,”she concluded and closed the candy bag.

“Aren’t you a little too harsh?” Julian pointedout. He loved and respected his own father a lot, so someone beingthis rude about their dad grated on his nerves.

Katerose snorted. “No-pe. If you met him, youwould agree with me. Anyway, I gotta go. It was nice talking to you,Julian.” She walked off, giving him a lazy wave over her shoulder.

“Bye,” Julian uttered, waving backautomatically. Despite her attitude, he found her interesting to talkto. Then he realized that he didn’t even get her number or a fullname and with no way to track her, they probably wouldn’t see eachother ever again.

Julian groaned and cradled his head in a palm, thenreturned to wait outside room 320 with General Greenhill.

Meanwhile, Yang also had girl problems of anentirely different kind. Frederica was giving birth and he had tokeep his wits around him, even though on the inside he was freakingout. He occupied himself by wiping her brow and enduring her deathlygrip that had made his hand go numb some time ago.

The doctor was kneeling in front of Frederica.“Push!” she instructed.

His wife screamed and pushed, becoming red in theface from the effort.

“Again!” the doctor ordered.

“I can’t! It hurts too much!” Frederica criedout, sobbing.

“It’ll stop hurting after you push that kid out!”the doctor replied sternly.

“Frederica,” Yang said softly and touched herhot, damp cheek. “Don’t give up, you can do this. I believe in you.You’re so strong. Just a little more,” he encouraged her.

Frederica gave him a trembling little smile and anod, then started pushing with a renewed determination.

When Yang heard the baby’s first cry and the doctorgave him the wrapped newborn, it was one of the happiest moments ofhis life.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl,” the doctor toldhim, correcting Yang’s hold.

The baby was so small and fragile in his arms thathe was afraid he’d do something wrong, but also it awakened in himthe urge to protect her. This was his daughter and he already wantedto give her the stars. “Hello, little one,” he murmured tenderly.

“Hey, let me see her,” Frederica asked, slumpedon the birthing chair. Her expression lit up with love when he gaveher the child. “She’s so beautiful…” Frederica whispered inawe, happy tears glistening in her eyes. Yang discreetly wiped hisown, caused only by the overwhelming happiness of this moment.

“Did you come up with a name?” the doctor askedthem. Yang and Frederica exchanged an unsure look.

“You should name her. You went through so much soshe could be born,” Yang suggested to his wife.

“Actually, I had this idea for a while… What doyou think about Victoria?” she asked.

“It’s a great name.” Yang gently brushed thesoft head of his baby daughter with one finger. “Victoria Yang,”he said, trying out the name. “It sounds good.”

“Our little Victoria,” Frederica said and kissedthe baby on top of her head.

It was a fitting name. After all, her parentsthought she was the greatest achievement of their lives. And in thisworld where the peace and good triumphed, where they never had tofight in bloody battles for freedom, that was more than enough.

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AN: Thanks for reading! Let me know how you liked it :)

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So… I’m in EUROPE

Jan 9

Alternative titles for this first blog post:

The blind side?

Did I mention that my favorite river is De Nile? As in I’m in denial that I’m going abroad for a semester

The hardest goodbye

The shortest drive of my life trying to make it last as long as possible

¡Sorpresa! So January 9th came out of nowhere

I only cried 40 times

When will it sink in?

I don’t know why I’ve been so emotional about leaving these past few days. I love traveling and exploring new places, and I’m excited for this semester. I think I’m a little nervous for the shock when it hits me that I’m going to be away for four months. It’s not a big deal since I’m away from home and in Redlands for school most of the year. Yet it’s a different deal since my home is now in a different country.

And here’s me being real for a hot minute. I’m sad to be away from Nick for so long. I’m not worried about our relationship but I’m going to miss being in his company and sharing moments with him. Sure, we can always FaceTime (and watch Game of Thrones at the same time). But I think the big difference is that I’m not gone for a short trip or May Term. It’s a lot of time, yet I also feel like it will pass quickly and be over in a blink of an eye.

I’m just hoping to be as “in the moment” as I can and enjoy this experience while I have the opportunity :)

I’m also sad to be far away from my big. If you’re reading this Big D, I love you and miss you and we should travel once I recover from being broke from this trip.

I think I've been prepped all my life for long haul travel because it seems to feel shorter and shorter the more I take trips (especially after doing a 16 hour flight to South Africa). I had my first *oh shit* moment where I realized I’d have to navigate LAX by myself once I got dropped off. Bless traveling in groups but also bless people who are veterans or able to do it alone.

I’ve always wondered: how do people get cold in airplanes? I'm always hot and stuffy and lets cross our fingers that I didn't get sick (midway through the flight my throat started to feel very dry and scratchy). And hey what's the deal with airline food (jokes?) But for real why am I so gassy?

10 Hours later we arrived in London had to SPEED RUN THROUGH SECURITY to make it to our connecting flight to Munich. Actually we made it through alright. Even the workers told us that our flight wasn't boarding yet so we didn't need to stress (but Ayetzy did since her bag was stopped by security).

Jan 10

Alternative titles 2.0:

Walking in a winter wonderland

It's a bit nippy

Hey so what's Germany look like? Idk I couldn't tell you since everything is covered in snow

WOW they actually have seasons here

It feels like I'm in a weird dream where I think I'm just in a different state in the US, but I'm actually 13,000 miles away from home. Also, what the heck is a kilometer? What's the exchange rate from the euro to Dollar? How do I mentally convert Fahrenheit to Celsius? At least I prepped for time with a 24 hour clock. But what's the time difference at home? Also, everything is in German (but at the same time, I can recognize words here and there!)

The houses are kinda cute. They look like the houses little kids draw with the pointy roofs and windows in the middle of the wall. Jet lag has my body all out of whack. I’m starviiiiing and trying my best to stay awake on this shuttle ride to Salzburg so I can fall asleep when it gets dark out and reset my body to a new time zone.

Update: I definitely passed out on this shuttle ride.

Seeing all the snow is low-key a shocker (yes I was expecting snow but nothing in my life would have ever prepared me for this much snow) but I'm excited to experience a different life in a different world. Fun fact: this is the most snow that Salzburg has received in a long time. So our shuttle driver wasn’t able to make it up the mountain to our home. He was about to drop us off at the side of the road and make us walk up in the snow, but luckily Sara, Kaya, and Katharina drove down and picked us up!

Once again, I find myself in room no. 9 (a theme?). I remember walking into our home and immediately seeing the staircase. Kaya offered to help us carry our 50lb luggage up the stairs and I was like “Nah, I got this.”

First set of stairs was no problem. Then I realized there was a second set. We made it up but had to catch my breath. BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. By this time, Kaya held up the bottom of my suitcase so that I could lift it up the stairs. Thankfully, I’m on the third floor.

Jan 11

We started off the morning with a light breakfast in the Mendel and then toured our building, Monschberg 21. I love it here. It’s quite charming and cozy. We are settled in the backyard of a park and on the top of a mountain, which gives us a beautiful grand view of the city. I better have swol legs from hiking this mountain and climbing 3-4 sets of stairs multiple times a day in the Monschberg.

Our classroom is on the fourth floor (along with a student/study room, a yoga/relaxing room in the tower, a small gym room, and a cozy library). The dining room (Mendel), student kitchen, and Marcus’ kitchen is on the first. Did I mention there’s also a basement? And a dungeon. And a Winter garden (probably my favorite room in the house)!

We all gathered in the Winter Garden for an introduction to culture in Salzburg. Turns out that Red Bull was invented here, and Mozart hated Salzburg. None of the locals really know what the Sound of Music is, but it’s important for tourism. In the US waiters shower customers in unsolicited, overly-friendly conversation and attention, but here you have to flag down the waiters for the check and they’ll leave you alone for the most part (which I could get used to actually). It’s encouraged to sit down and spend time with friends and families at restaurants (and Western food-to-go culture isn’t really a thing). People like to follow rules (especially older folk) so we probably shouldn’t be jaywalking or walking in the lane designated for bikes. We also learned some basic German words and phrases to help us get around town. And people here are very literal. If you ask them how they are, they will tell you how it is (instead of replying with a quick “I’m good” or “I’m fine”).

We took a break to have a delicious home cooked lunch. Marcus prepared pork, fried rice, and a salad. Afterwards, we threw on a butt ton of layers and walked down into the city for a tour. We passed by the opera house, Mozart’s birthplace and statue, Salzburg cathedral, and neighboring shops in the city.

I was toasty for the most part, but when we stood for long periods of time, my toes started to get cold. Also, I probably should have worn a scarf, but I also didn’t die without it. We were also able to explore a bit on our own before dinner. Raine, Aubree, Patrick, and I were trying to find a coffee house (that wasn’t overly bougie), and we stopped inside an Italian coffee shop to warm up.

We tried our best to use our navigation senses to try to find the Mozart statue and then Patrick wandered off and disappeared. We threw some chunks of snow at each other as the locals quietly passed by and then Patrick reappeared with Kaya and Sara. We walked to Zum Zirkelwirt and had Goulasch, Stiegl, and Kaiser schmarrn for dinner. It was also Nadia’s 21st birthday (and Patrick and Savanna had also recently celebrated January birthdays) so we headed to O’Malleys for drinks. I tried a shamrock cocktail and an Apple Strudel shot - both were surprisingly pretty tasty.

For the most part, our group is directionally challenged. I like to think I’m good with directions, but it was also difficult navigating around town at night when major landmarks are covered in snow. We didn’t know where the horse statue was located, so we went around in circles before turning right up the street and finding the bike tunnel back to the stairs by our mountain. A crazy ol’ (schwasted?) Austrian lady stumbled into our path and started shouting and mumbling things we couldn’t understand. It was an interesting spectacle to say the least. The snow started coming down hard and we ended up climbing 100 steps up the mountain and then getting lost at the fork in the road at the top. We ~eventually~ made it home and all in one piece :) Great start to the semester.

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Princess Connect! Re:Dive – S2 05 – The Princess Is in THIS Castle

I dove into into PriConne’s second season expecting a feast for the eyes as well as for the heart with its lovely slice-of-life lighthearted comedy with a formidable budget. What I was not prepared for was the sheer scope and scale of this season. We’re only five episodes in, but this could have been a penultimate episode or even a season finale!

Peco has been teleported to Landosol by the big bad—whose name I don’t believe has crossed anyone’s lips thus far, but is known as Kaiser Insight—to be “assessed”. Peco is defiant and doesn’t show fear, but the bottom line is Kaiser took everything from her, and has been letting her soul “ripen” to maximum despair.

While that happens, the battle continues without Peco, and Kasumi and Yuuki discover that the Shadows and the golem are headed in Kiiri’s direction. After saving her, Kiiri is gung-ho about being Kasui’s assistant; one on the fast track to being a fellow great detective.

While the others stand by as the shadow army pivots, Karyl stands atop a bluff, knowing full well what just happened: Kaiser teleported Peco away. There’s so much emotion in this little scene, as Karyl struggles with worry over Peco and guilt over the means by which she’s been taken. It’s not like she could have crossed Kaiser, but she still feels awful about doing it.

Kasumi, Yuuki and Kokkoro quickly come up with a plan to use Kiiri as a lure so the golem and army will end up in a lake to be defeated. Kokkoro even has the leaf glider she can now conjure all gassed up, but they hit a sudden and heartbreaking snag: Kiiri, a copy of Kasumi without a soul of her own and thus an anomaly, is erased by the self-correcting systems of the world.

I have to hand it to PriConne, which is no stranger to quickly introducing characters, but it was able to wring a lot more pathos out of me than I’d have thought with the death scene of a character who had just been introduced last week. Now I know why they didn’t cast Minase Inori as Yuni the scholar; instead she does yoeman’s work as both Kasumi and Kiiri.

Kiiri’s erasure from the world leads to Yuuki remembering a previous life he lived with Peco, Karyl and Kokkoro, before being killed in battle protecting Peco. At that point he is sent…somewhere where Ames and Labyrista give him a choice: return to the hopeless battle from whence he came, or “cast his eyes downward and start anew”, re-building his bonds from scratch.

It’s at this point when I remind readers I’ve never played the source game and have no idea how much of this expansive story comes from that and how much is original, or even how deep it goes. Yet I don’t really mind that sometimes I’m lost, because it just means I have to use my brain to fill in the blanks. With a show that looks this good with characters this lovable, that’s not a chore at all.

You could say Yuuki and Peco have experienced similar fates: both lost everything, but are absolutely defiant and determined to get it all back. Kaiser thinks she’s won when she gets Peco to make a despairing face over the prospect of being forgotten again. But it will take a hell of a lot more hardship and despair for Peco to give up.

Obliterating the gaggle of Shadows Kaiser sicced on her, Peco invites Kaiser to share a meal so she can understand her better. Kaiser declines, but Peco reminds her she’s no longer just Princess Eustania of Landosol; she’s also Pecorine of the Gourmet Guild. Kaiser concludes that Peco still isn’t quite “ripe” enough and teleports her back to the battle…but not before vowing to take everything Peco has left.

Back on the scene and falling from the sky, everyone revels in Peco’s return, and Yuuki powers her up so she can deliver the mother of all Princess Strikes, defeating the golem and the army in one beautifully-animated explosion that really packs a punch. It’s Gurren Lagann-level coup-de-grace, and it reminds us just how determined and capable Peco is of following through on her promise to get everything that’s been taken from her back.

Once the dust clears, the search for Peco among the golem rubble and rent earth commences. It’s very fitting that the first one to spot her is Karyl, who cannot hide the fact that her worrying about Peco brought tears to her eyes. When Peco sees those tears, she gets emotional too, and simply says “I’m home” and “I’m starving.”

Some rubble gives way, and Karyl slides right into Peco’s waiting embrace. She calls Peco a dummy like usual, but also says “welcome home.” She’s not talking about their cozy cottage, either: for Karyl, home is wherever the people you love happen to be. Kaiser may have sworn to destroy that home, but as long as the Gourmet Guild are together—and flanked by all manner of colorful allies—she’ll have a hard time fulfilling that pledge.

By: magicalchurlsukui