#honorable mention is the time a lady said “i always see you here working!

[towel42]

I worked in retail for nearly 10 years. By far my favorite encounter

Lady: Can I use my Kroger points?

Me: No ma'am we're not Kroger so you can't use those points here.

Lady: Well, where can I use them?

Me( after a solid 30 seconds of staring because i genuinely thought she was fucking with me.)...........At Kroger.

(Mind you this was before my company had a rewards system and people constantly tried to put their number in for imaginary points.)

A close second is when a man got mad at me because i said the dreaded "I don't know" in response to his question. The question was what is the pin number for his wife's debit card.

worst thing about service is that guests will look you in the eyes and ask something like “does your bacon cheese burger have meat or does it only have bacon?” and you have to answer that seriously as if they didn’t just ask you if your burger has burger. is there seafood in the shrimp pasta? take a guess. Please tell me your favorite guest or customer quotes in the notes

[mingyusprettyprincess]

00 | The Condè Family - Against The World [ KIM MINGYU ]

Genre: Erotic Romance/ Dark Romance/ CEO AU/ Thriller/ Suspense/ Mystery/ Curvy Latina Reader x CEO Mingyu/ Introverted Reader/

WARNINGS: Explicit language/ Troubled Past/ Trauma/ Mentions of drug and alcohol abuse/ Dark themes (EX: Strip Clubs, Underground pleasure houses/Moulin Rouge, Gaslighting, manipulation & Sexual abuse)/ Cheating & affairs/ Toxicity/ Heavy&dark Sex Scenes/ Daddy Issues/ Kinky Sex Scenes/ Mentions of BDSM/!Reader is a Moulin Rouge dancer!/ CITY IS SOMEWHAT INSPIRED BY GOTHAM CITY & INSPIRED BY MARVEL’S NEW YORK CITY!! THE CITY MENTIONED IN FIC IS NOT A REAL CITY! IT’S A CITY CREATED BY WRITER (ME)!

Not proofread! 😭 trying to post this part before going into work.

Word Count: 1618K

🎧Now playing -> (Intro OST) Feel It - Ayesha Erotica + Sway - Dean Martin + Let’s Fall In Love - Amy Hampton Callaway + Baby I’m A Fool - Melody Gardot + Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Michael Bublé + Dirty Little Secret - Nessa Barrett

Camera flashes were blinding the eyes of every guest arriving at the Colucci Villa, reporters throwing questions left and right. My footsteps falter as I make my way to the back doors, “Mr. Kim! Over here!” Reporters push and shove one another as one of the guests of honor steps foot out of the black limousine. I exhale and open the door quickly before any reporters on the side catch a glimpse of me.

I fan myself before walking towards the grand staircase, “Must you always use the back doors?” Noah asks as he waits patiently on top. I roll my eyes and walk up the stairs, “Yes I must. Bethany, Darcy, Nic, and you are on the front cover of magazines with Mother and Father whereas I remain hidden.” I said with a soft smile. Noah sighs in annoyance, “Why must you hide your identity? Aren't you tired of hiding?” He asks.

I shake my head as we walk further into the villa, “Not at all, I would still like to be able to live a normal life and not be known as a Conde.” I said. Noah hums softly as we enter the main hall, “Well it won't be long before someone catches a single glimpse of you.” He implies. I fix the sleeves of the black blazer, letting my gaze wander around the room.

Endless people dressed in brands and high-class jewels, not quite fond of the world of high class or status. I bite my bottom lip as I take one of the champagne glasses from the tray, events like these are just a buzz kill for me. I caught my mother’s eye, I could already see her distaste for my option of clothing in them. I flash her a sweet smile before taking a small sip of the bubbling drink, today’s event is a Fund Raising Charity.

I did come dressed for the occasion, a dark red mid-thigh velvet dress hugging my body with a little bit of cleavage on display. But the black Chanel blazer made it look more elegant and business casual, with a pair of red-bottomed Louboutin.

I walk around the venue as I try to kill time, “The Colucci Family is indeed the most high-class people, I mean they own half of the businesses in Bezauri.” Gossip here. I drink more of the champagne, “I heard Mr. Kim is a guest of honor for this event.” Gossip there. Gossip is around everywhere, I shake my head lightly and look at one of the paintings on display.

I could hear everyone go quiet and whisper as the doors of the villa hall opened, I bit my bottom lip as I kept my gaze on the painting. A painting that has become my favorite out of the twenty-five hundred paintings, a painting created by a little to no-fame artist. I bring the rim to my lips only to realize the glass is empty, I exhale softly and turn around.

Fixing my posture I look around for the champagne tray, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate you all for taking the time off to join me in this good deed event.” Mr. Colucci announces. Everyone falls silent as they give their full attention to the man, the host of the event. “Champagne ma’am?” A waiter comes by with a tray, I smile faintly and replace the empty glass with a full one. “Thank you,” I said as he walked off.

Mr. Colucci goes off about the paintings being the main event, an auction will be held tonight. I eye the painting I’ve stared at, maybe I could get Noah to buy it from Mr. Colucci. “Please enjoy the finest champagne and appetizers, the auction will start shortly.” Mr. Colucci says with a smile as he holds his glass towards the crowd, I let a small scoff escape my lips.

I bring the glass to my lips as jazz music fills the venue, drinking the champagne I spot a slight movement in the corner of my eyes. Annoyance fills me noticing it’s my mother, “Two glasses of champagne shall be fine for tonight,” She says taking the empty glass from my gasp. I sigh softly and cross my arms, “Didn’t I say to wear the dress I left on the bed?” Mother whispers. “Oh please ma that dress was too much.” I said I turned my gaze to the group of women gossiping.

“This is serious Y/N, you're a Conde now and that means meeting with the status.” Mother reminds me, and I roll my eyes. “I like to keep myself behind your shadows ma, remember I’m only saving the family from embarrassment,” I said softly as people walked past us. Mother sighs and nods, “Alright then since you seem to know what you're doing, I pray that I don't see your name on any magazine with vulgar scandals.” She warned me before rejoining my father.

I glance at the gossiping group of women surrounding a tall man dressed in a burgundy red suit, I bite my bottom lip and walk off to the paintings.

I walk around the venue eyeing the paintings and taking a moment to appreciate the art, a soft chuckle escapes my lips as Michael Bublé plays faintly. I sigh softly and walk over to the next painting, few people seemed to be here for the art and not for status. I look at the time on my phone, seven-thirty pm. I let out a small huff of breath, “Enjoying yourself?” I turn to look at the owner of the soft voice. I smile faintly, the same tall man that the group of women had trapped. “Somewhat,” I said, he chuckles lightly.

I turn my gaze back to the painting, “You must be one of the Condés,” He says softly. I look at him perplexed, “I-I-how did you know?” I asked curious. The man smiles, what a sweet smile. “It’s somewhat part of my job to know everyone on the guest list.” He says I nod in acknowledgment. “I didn't quite catch your name Mr?” I ask, the tall man smiles once more. “Kim Mingyu,” He holds his hand, oh boy.

Kim Mingyu, funder of FLORE is one of the honored guests. “Y/N Condé,” I said shaking his hand, “I take it you're not a fan of these sorts of events?” He asks letting go of my hand. I chuckle, “You are correct, but I was brought here against my will.” I said. Mingyu laughs softly, I smile sheepishly. My eyes wander at his sun-kissed skin, it's natural. I mean, of course, it's natural there’s no way a man will tan himself like most women do.

“Admiring the art before the auction?” His voice invades my thoughts, “Huh? Oh yes, I like art so at least this is keeping me from being bored to death.” I said. Mingyu smiles faintly and nods, “Which one is your favorite so far?” He asks turning to look at the paintings. I smile and look at the painting by Marissa Levy, the little no-fame artist. “A Father’s Love…” I said looking at the sad yet lovely painting. “Ah, Marissa Levy, did you know most of her paintings are from her personal life events?” Mingyu asks as he eyes the painting, I bite my bottom lip. How does he know the artist? I mean her name is on the painting but the facts?

I turn my gaze away from him, “I did…Levy is one of my favorite artists.” I said crossing my arms. Mingyu looks at his watch, this man means business if his wrist is wrapped with gold. “The auction is starting, will you like to join me?” He asks, holding out his arm. Flustered I give him a shy smile, “If you don't mind being bothered by my presence then yes I’ll join you.” I said letting my hand wrap around his arm. What doesn't this man have?! I bite my bottom lip as I feel how built he is under my palm.

Mingyu smiles, “Your presence is more welcomed than you think,” He says with a playful wink. I blush, we walk into the dining hall of the villa where the auction is being held. I can already feel my mother’s gaze on me, but I ignore it. Mingyu pulls out the chair for me, I give him a faint smile. “Gentlemen are very rare in this society,” I teased, he chuckled. I accept his invitation and sit, I look around catching Noah’s gaze. The look of pure shock made me want to laugh but I kept my composure, Mr. Colucci cleared his throat making it known that the auction would be starting.

~ Mingyu ~

“Carlos Condé is a man of business, I hope you do understand that Mingyu. This isn't some ordinary family, they’re part of the high society of Bezuari. The Colucci family being at the top, the Condé being at second…I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.” Seungcheol says as he looks at the photography, “Stop your worrying Choi, don't forget that I hired you to do this.” I remind him.

Seungcheol sighs and sulks, “No need to remind me,” He says. I look at the Condé family photo, “There’s one missing…” Seungcheol says. “No one’s ever seen or heard of her, she’s the daughter of Eva Condé…” He continues, and I sigh sharply. “The born out-of-wedlock daughter as most have said, as I stated no one’s heard of her so there’s no name,” Seungcheol says. The Condé family does not cease to amaze me…secrets, dirty little secrets.

[darknights04]

are you still working on the Elijah mikaelson Bridgeton fic?

I'm sorry it took so long 😭😭 Lots of life changes have been occurring. But here it is, a small blurb of what could be the start of a series if you guys like it.

The Social Season

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader Summary: The Mikaelsons have returned to London for this year's social season. No girl had ever caught Elijah's eye before, until now. Word Count: 2772 Masterlist

London 1814

The London social season had been in full swing by the time the Mikaelsons had returned to the city during one of Lady Danbury’s events. Elijah and his siblings had barely walked through the doors before ruthless mamas began to smooth our their daughter’s dresses while eyeing them from across the room. Elijah was the prize, certainly, but if any woman was to catch a Mikaelson son at all they would consider it a win. Rebekah had also never had a difficulty keeping her dance card full. 

It was well past the first soiree of the season, but it was the first that the Mikaelson siblings had made an appearance at. The marriage-minded missus of the city (and their mamas) always kept a keen eye out for them. While they may not have had the status of the Duke, the Mikaelson family was both well known, respected, and equally as feared. Not even Lady Whistledown dared to write more than their names. 

“Must we return to this god-awful city every year?” Niklaus groaned as the wave of young bachelorettes swarmed towards them. 

“Speak for yourself,” Kol smiled, watching the ladies with a much different expression. “I rather like being adored.” 

“Mikaelsons!” they all heard coming from the opposite direction. Upon inspection they saw none other than Anthony Bridgerton advancing towards them. Rebekah and Elijah turned toward him with bright smiles with Niklaus and Kol tended to the hoard of ladies with empty dance cards. 

“Bridgerton,” Elijah greeted with a smile, meeting his arm in the middle to shake his hand in greeting. 

“You’ve missed a great amount in the short few weeks you’ve been absent this season.” 

“Yes, well, we had some family business to tie up back in the states across the water.” 

“No matter, you are all here now. You must join our family for a promenade sometime soon so I might regale you with all the happenings from the season thus far.” 

“I’m sure we’ll catch up plenty with a reading of the last couple Lady Whistledown issues,” Rebekah remarked with a small chuckle.

“Yes but surely, sister, as you know as well as I Whistledown doesn’t know everything,” Elijah corrected before turning back to Anthony with a smile. “We’ll be glad to join you, Bridgerton. You shall name the day.” 

“Fantastic! Oh and we must not forget the ball my mother is hosting at our estate in the country. You’d all be welcome there as my guests if you so desire.” 

“I would be honored, my lord,” Rebekah said with a smile, bowing her head slightly. It was no secret that she fancied the man. Her whole family could see it. While Rebekah had no intention of being courted or heavens forbid marrying anyone, she could still dream about the life she might live were she able to. The beautiful family that might surround her. The number of children she and the viscount might have been able to have together. But that was nothing more than a fantasy. Precisely the reason that Elijah was hardly ever seen taking any young ladies to the floor. He felt it foolish to fill them with futile hopes of him proposing. Every respectable lady of the ton desired marriage, children, a real family. Something none of the Mikaelsons would be able to provide. 

Nonetheless, the Mikaelsons always appeared before the ton each year during the height of the social season just long enough to maintain appearances. Not to mention, Kol had not found an easier afternoon snack than that of a young lady hoping for a betrothal. They never killed any of the members of the ton, of course. Such a high standing society member would surely be missed. Nothing a bit of the vampires’ own blood and a little compulsion couldn’t resolve.

“You must meet my dear cousin,” Anthony stated after a brief moment. “She’s come to live with us after the passing of her mother, my aunt.” 

Anthony turned as he beckoned you over to them. Elijah sighed as he looked down at his feet, readjudsting his posture to be more proper as he awaited your arrival. When his eyes met yours, however, his reluctance towards the introduction vanished. 

“Mikaelsons,” Anthony continued. “This is my cousin, miss Y/n Ledger.” 

“A pleasure,” you said with a polite smile and a perfect curtsy. 

“The pleasure is mine,” Elijah replied quickly, offering his hand for you to take. Once you softly placed your hand into his, Elijah brought it ever so slowly up to his lips as he touched the softest kiss to your gloved hand; an action that did not go unnoticed by Rebekah, nor the ravenous mamas behind them. Elijah was not one to give more than a curt nod to young ladies introducing themselves. “Lady Ledger-”

“Just miss Ledger,” you corrected. “Lady Ledger was my grandmother.” 

While the response was simple, it answered many of Elijah’s questions. For one, you were not married. If you had been married you would either hold a title as a lady or hold a different last name than your grandmother. Second, your mother was not married. Had your father been a Ledger himself, your mother would hold the title of Lady Ledger, not your grandmother. As that title is still her grandmother’s to hold, your mother hadn’t married a lord to gain the title herself. Thirdly, she must be related to the Bridgertons through the sister of the current vicountesses Bridgerton. 

“Pardon me, Miss Ledger. Would you care to do me the honor of a d-”

“Y/n, surely you must join me for a cool glass of lemonade,” Rebekah interrupted, linking her arm through yours as she dragged you away to the drinks table. 

Elijah stood dumbfounded as you both walked away. Rebakah knew it was improper to interrupt, but after living for 800 years she couldn’t come to care. Elijah watched your expression closely. He expected a protest, or for you to at least look back towards him. There wasn’t a chance you didn’t catch what he wanted to ask you. Any other lady would have jumped at the opportunity to be led to the floor by a Mikaelson. Especially by Elijah, being the eldest for all intents and purposes. 

As soon as the two of you were gone, Elijah was swarmed by the ton much like his brothers were just moments before. Nikalus and Kol could not agree to another single dance, having agreed to partner with a different lady for each one, so naturally the crowd has turned next

‘’ towards both Elijah and Anthony, knowing this was the season the viscount longed to secure a wife. 

Anthony looked towards Elijah with raised eyebrows as he let out a deep sigh before having to face the wolves. 

--- 

As the week went on, Elijah and Rebekah agreed to join the Bridgerton family in a turn about the park in Mayfair. Rebekah loved their family. She envied Violet’s ability to have so many children. A life she longed for herself. Elijah, on the other hand, wanted to know more about you. 

“Bridgertons,” Elijah greeted the family with a nod as they approached. “Miss Ledger,” he said toward you.

“My lord,” you greeted back with a smile and a small bow.

“Would you care for a turnabout the lake?” he offered, holding his arm out for you. 

“Oh,” you said with a slight tone of surprise, looking back at the Bridgerton family. Before you could find the words to accept or deny, Violet spoke up for you. 

“She would love one,” Violet beamed with a nod, pulling you forward to take his arm. 

You chuckled in defeat as you wrapped you arm around his, hand resting on the crook of his elbow. 

The two of you had barely gotten ten feet from the rest of the family before he bagan to bombard you with questions. You didn’t mind, of course. Most most began conversations this way, especially when “interviewing” their potential matches. 

“So I really must ask,” he began. “How is it that you’re not married yet?” 

You chuckled at his question, one of the ones you expected to hear first. “Well, my mother had me out of wedlock. If it wasn’t for or connection to the Bridgertons then I would be labeled a bastard child and thrown out of society entirely. Instead, my mother trained me from a young age so I could have the perfect match. She was determined. Too determined. Her determination ended up turning away a lot of possible suitors.”

As you spoke, you noticed Elijah was genuinely interested in what you had to say. He wasn’t spaced out as you rambled on, he didn’t seem annoyed or simply waiting for you to be finished. He wanted to know about you. About your life.

“As the seasons past, and I got older, everyone began to lose interest. I’ve been officially put ‘on the shelf’ as they would call it, at the ripe age of three and twenty.”

“Yet you still attend events with the rest of the ton?” he questioned. 

“Living with the Bridgertons comes with a surplus of invitations,” you explained with a smile. “And Eloise needs encouragement through her first season.” 

Elijah let out a laugh at that. “I pity any man who tries to tame her.” 

“Not possible,” you rebutted with a laugh of your own. “Eloise is one horse that cannot be tamed.”

As you continued to walk, you noticed many eyes turned to stare at the two of you. 

“And what of you?” you asked him. It was his turn to answer your questions. 

“What of me?” 

“Surely you have your number of available matches. Why have you gone so long without securing one?” 

Elijah chucked while glancing to the floor, watching your feet walk in sync. “In truth I’ve never had the desire to settle down with anyone,” he explained. “It didn’t seem like the type of life I was meant to live.” 

“And now?” you asked. Both of your steps had halted as you turned to face one another, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the words to answer you. 

“Now…” he began, not truly knowing what his answer was. “Now, I’m not sure what the future holds for me.” 

The two of you stayed in silence you a couple moments longer, stuck searching the others eyes for answers to questions you didn’t know. It wasn’t until you remembered where you were that you tore your eyes from his, clearing your throat.

“We should make our way back,” you said simply. “They’ll be serving tea under the gazebo soon. Would you and your sister care to join us?” 

It was Elijah’s turn tp clear his own throat, facing back towards the path in front of you as he continued to walk.

“Indeed,” he nodded. “That would be quite agreeable.”

After a few moments of silence, you spoke up again. “You must join us in Aubrey Hall next week.”

“Yes, Lord Bridgerton mentioned retiring to the country for a ball his mother is hosting.” 

“He’s invited the Sharma family to join us before the rest of the invited guests arrive, I insist your family do the same.” 

“Are you certain?” he asked with raised eyebrows. “We would not wish to be a burden.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” you assured him. “There is plenty of space and I could use the company while Anthony is busy in his dance of courtship. I shall discuss it with the family upon our return.” 

As the two of you walked back towards the Bridgertons, you felt eyes on you left and right. Both lords and ladys staring at the pair of you with two feelings on their mind. Confusing and envy. 

---

As the Mikaelsons dismounted from their carriage at Aubrey Hall, the entirety of the Bridgerton family was waiting to greet them. 

“Lord Mikaelson,” Violet smiled, greeting him with open arms. 

“Elijah, please,” he corrected, bowing his head slightly towards her. “You’ve invited us to be guests in your home, its only fair that you might call us by our given names. You know my sister, Rebekah,” he continued, motioning towards his siblings. “And might I introduce my brother, Niklaus and Kol.” 

“A pleasure, Lady Bridgerton,” Kol greeted with a bow of his own, followed by Niklaus.

“You have a lovely home,” he spoke up with a warm smile. 

“While you’re here you may think of it as your own,” Violet began before motioning towards the front doors. “Please, we were just about to sit down for tea. The Sharmas should be arriving any moment.”

As the group walked into the house, Elijah’s face lit up with a smile seeing you sitting in the parlor, waiting for everyone else. 

“My lord,” you smiled, standing up to offer a quick curtsy. “I’m pleased you could make it.”

Elijah grabbed your hand before your eyes raised to meet his, bringing it once more up to lightly caress it with his lips. Your breath hitches in your throat as this time, you weren’t wearing your gloves. 

“I wouldn’t miss it,” his said, looking back at you with a smile, you hand staying in his while he looks up at you. 

His eyes held yours for another moment before you heard a throat clear behind you. Elijah turned to see Kol with a sly smirk on his face.

“Ah, yes, miss Ledger allow me to introduce my brothers, Kol and Niklaus.” 

Both men in question smiled warmly as they each gave the the girl a quick bow. 

“Brother,” Elijah continued. “I’d like you both to meet miss Y/n Ledger. Cousin to the Bridgertons.” 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” you said with a smile of your own, giving a small curtsy. 

“Miss Ledger,” Niklaus starting, stepping forward to be next to Elijah. “I hear you’re quite the artist. I myself dabble in painting every now and again, I’d love to see your work.” 

Elijah looked towards his brother uneasily. Anyone who overheard him may have taken his comment as a kind remark, but Elijah didn’t miss the calculating grin on his face. He had an agenda. 

“An artist?” Elijah repeated with a slight tone of surprise. He wasn’t sure how his brother came to know this.

“Yes, brother. I’ve done my research,” Klaus answered back simply. 

“Oh,” you began, a bit take off guard by his knowledge of you. “Well I’ve tried my hand at painting every now and again, but Benedict is the true artist of the family. It’s him you’d be wanting to speak with about it.” 

“Miss Ledger I don’t recall ever seeing you on the dance floor,” Kol spoke up next. “You must allow me to lead you sometime. I am, after all, the best dancer in the family.” 

“Perhaps the best male dancer,” Rebekah spoke up, seemingly appearing beside him. “Both of you, stop overwhelming the poor girl.” 

“Oh, I really don’t mind, Lady Mikaelson.”

“Rebekah, please,” she almost scoffed. “Titles make me feel much too old.” 

“I couldn’t possibly-”

“I insist,” she interrupted. “In any case, we are all most comfortable being called by our given names. When one hears the name ‘Mikaelson’ being thrown from across the ballroom we never know for who it is intended for.” 

“Very well, Rebekah. Then you all must call me Y/n. Especially here in the country, away from the rules of London society.” 

“Lord Mikaelson,” Violet could be heard from behind, approaching the small group in the parlor. 

“Again, Elijah really is fine,” he corrected again with a chuckle.

“Elijah,” she repeated, a warm smile on her face. “You really must allow Y/n to take you on a tour of the grounds. I hear you’re quite the reader and my late husband, Edmund, had quite the collection in his library.” 

“But aunt Violet,” you started before Elijah could give an answer. “I told the kitchen staff that I would assist in serving the tea.” 

Violet waved you off. “I shall send down Eloise to help them. You go on and show Elijah your uncle’s library upstairs.” 

“I would love to see it,” Elijah added, urging you with his smile.

“Very well,” you nodded. Elijah help out his arm, motioning for you to go first, following close behind as you led him up to the Bridgerton’s library. 

“Might they be needing a chaperone, Lady Bridgerton?” Rebekah asked her with a sly grin, catching onto Violet’s schemes. 

“I’m not sure as to who you are referring,” she replied with an innocent shrug, turning back to return to the rest of her family. 

[glitch-karma]

Hi there! If requests are still opened, i'd love to make one :o (although it's a bit lengthy, so if you don't want to do it I understand!!)

TW for s**cide mentions from here forward btw! (common with any dazai fic, lolz)

I'd love to request a dazai x reader (fem or gn will work!) where he asks reader to commit double suicide with him, and to literally everyone's shock, they agree! So the agency (mainly kunikida and atsushi) have to repeatedly sabatoge their attempts, and during that time, the two start to get to know eachother better and grow closer whilst they aren't plotting their own demises. Eventually dazai starts to fall for them, but one day reader tries to attempt on their own life solo due to being unable to handle the pains and pressures of life anymore. Ofc they were rescued just in time, but it made him realize that he wants to see reader safe and happy, and that he had finally found his reason to live through his love for them. Extra points if he confesses his love at some point and reader accepts!!

Sorry if this was rant-y, i'm a huge sucker for angst to comfort :P either way tho, i hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night!

THIS RIGHT HERE IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY OH MY!!!!

-F!Y/n

-Y/n is a new worker at the Cafe under the ADA

-MAJOR SUICIDE WARNING!! (Including but not limited to: Blood, pills, self-harm, etc..) I am a sucker for graphic detail so you have been warned

-Also warning for puke

-Reader is kinda based off of Mafuyu from Project Sekai cause I said so (Btw pjsk simps gonna open up reqs for them when they become open again‼️)

-also reader has dull eyes cause anime logic

I did probably a concerning amount of research on suicide, (Plus looked for so long for Dazai's stupid lil book) for this so I hope you enjoy!

_____

Break time at the Armed detective agency usually means having some coffee at their favorite cafe. As the group sat down Dazai was glancing around when his eyes caught the sight of the new waitress waiting next to a barista Dazai frequently flirted with. The girl had semi-messy h/c colored hair, her eyes a dull e/c. Her features framed her face so beautifully. Dazai's mouth curled into a smirk as he stared at her. Kunikida caught wind and immediately irked. "Dazai.."

As the waitress approached the table, Dazai read the name stage reading "Y/n". He smiled as she stopped at their table. Before she could get a word out Dazai grabbed her hand in his. "Such soft hands.. And beautiful eyes as well. Would you, Belladona, do me the honors of accompanying me to a double suicide?"

WHACK

Dazai was now lying on the floor, as Kunikida brushed himself off. "I'm so sorry Ma'am, he's always like this-" Atsushi apologized as Y/n leaned down to the man on the floor. "I'd gladly join a double suicide." She smiled down at him.

. . .

"WHAT!?!"

"Really!?!" Dazai yelled as he stood up, grabbing Y/n's hand again. Y/n chuckled as she nodded at him. "I get off at 6. You work in this building correct? I'll meet you on the roof." "Yes yes, that sounds wonderful~!"

Everyone at the table stared shell-shocked as Y/n takes their order normally like nothing just happened. As dazai kicked his legs in his own little world, Kunikida Atsushi and Junichiro all stared at each other in concern. Kunikida pulled them behind a menu quickly.

"As much as I'd love to let that dimwitt meet his end, we need him and that girl to stay alive. It isn't right letting a young lady with so much life in her die with that blasted Dazai." Kunikida sighed. Atsushi and Junichiro nodded in sync.

"Once Dazai leaves to meet her we should follow them," Atsushi whispered. Junichiro hummed in agreement. "It's decided then." Junichiro finished. The three quickly separated from the menu as Y/n walked over and set down their drinks. As she walked away dazai starstruck-ingly called out; "See you tonight Madameeee~". Y/n peeked over her shoulder, smiling at him. Dazai felt his heart flutter a bit at those beautifully dull eyes.. They seemed to draw him in for more.

...

As Dazai whipped open the doors to the building roof, he caught sight of the lady ready to accompany him with his final dance. Her hair was gently blowing in the warm Yokohama breeze as she stared off into the sky. What was she looking at? Dazai didn't know. But her eyes looked so sickeningly dull in that moment. But still, so beautiful..

"I'm pleasantly surprised to see you here! I was concerned you agreed simply to make me leave you alone." The dark-eyed man said, leaning next to her. "I'd never joke about suicide. Such a beautiful ending to a sick existence." Y/n spoke lowly. In the cafe, she had a sort of customer voice, but there was no trace of it here. Dazai smirked a bit at this.

"I should let you know now, I'm not interested in pain. I don't know exactly what you're into though.." Dazai teased her. "Pain is not something I'm looking for either. Just a quick ending."

Dazai chuckled, quickly whipping out his little red book. "Suffocation, Hanging, Poisoning, Shooting, Jumping," He read off as Y/n stared at him. Only blinking in response. "All the ideas you could storm up are right here in this very book."

"Ah! What a glorious book,, if I wasn't planning on dying I'd buy a copy.." Y/n smiled lightly. "But.." she continued, grabbing the book and shutting it quickly. "I'd like to try jumping first."

With a quick grab of Dazai's shirt, the two were suddenly falling off the roof of the building. Y/n shut her eyes, waiting for the end of it all.

Poof.

The two landed on a bunch of garbage bags stacked up on each other. Y/n quickly sat up in disappointment as Dazai lay on the ground is fear and confusion. "Dang."

Dazai suddenly bursted into laughter. Y/n hummed, turning to him. "What's so funny?" Dazai wiped a tear from his eye as he sat up too. "You're the most forward suicidal girl I've ever met, my dear Y/n." He chuckled. Y/n blushed lightly before standing up.

"No matter.. We'll try again. Tomorrow. You can choose the method." She smiled at him. Dazai chuckled as he stood, lending her a hand up as he did so. "It's a date." He joked.

. .

"GAHHHH I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T GONNA MAKE IT." "Oh be quiet Atsushi, my Ideals were almost perfect."

There were the secret team, two sweaty messes, and one writing vigorously in his notebook. The three had watched Dazai enter the roof before running down to prepare in case they jumped, finishing just before they did.

"This might be a long couple of days.." Junichiro said quietly.

...

Day 2

"Oiiiii! Y/n dear!" Dazai yelled as he entered the roof. "Ah, hello Dazai." the girl lightly smiled. "What will we be doing today?"

Time after time,

Day 3

"Oh, Y/n you're here late! Well? Shall we begin?"

Attempt after attempt,

Week 3

"Dazai! Hurry we'll miss the train!" "Yes yes, my dear!"

The two met almost every day.

Month 2

The two had been testing the faith of this world as they attempted suicide again and again. Slowly, Dazai started to see something he hadn't before. Something fluttered in his chest..

The way she gets so distracted, the way she turned to yell at him when he took a joke too far, the way her nose scrunched up in such a way, those eyes.. Those beautifully dull eyes.

What was this feeling in Dazai's chest?

As Dazai thought intensely at his desk the others in the office grew worried. "What's up with Dazai today?" Atsushi mumbled. "I'm not sure.. I've never seen him think this much before."

"It's so clear what his problem is." Ranpo mumbled as he sucked on a loli. Dazai's head shot up immediately. "You know what this feeling is in my chest!? Please, explain Ranpo! Have I been poisoned? Is it fatal? Will I finally die? I can't die without Y/n."

Ranpo sighed as he bit off the lollipop. "No nothing of the sort, you're simply in love with that cafe waitress."

...

"Did he really just say that in front of us all!?"

Everyone at the agency thought in shock. Dazai's eyes were wide as he stared at Ranpo. His cheeks were flushed as he pondered the idea. The great Dazai? In love?

"This feeling in my chest.." He thought in shock. "That's a heart by the way," Ranpo smirked at the flustered Dazai. Dazai looked down for a moment, before springing up. He slammed his fist down loudly."This is..."

"Truly wonderful!!"

Dazai yelled as he pranced around the office. The majority of the group stared in dismay as he did so. "Ah, how perfect! I'm in love with the person I plan to meet my end with! We can plan a lovelier more passionate suicide now! How beautiful!"

"I should go confess right away! We can begin planning for our end together!" Dazai screamed with giddy as he threw his jacket on quickly. Ranpo's eyes scrunched together lightly as he thought. "You should go quickly, Dazai." He said as Dazai flung open the door.

"Will do!" Dazai yelled, running down the stairs to the cafe. As he opened the doors, he inhaled the lovely aroma of coffee before calling out. "Y/n my dear! I need to tell you something import-"

To Dazai's dismay, Y/n was nowhere to be seen in the cafe. He blinked a few times before walking towards one of the other workers. "Is Y/n here?" He asked with a hand covering his face.

"Ah, I'm sorry Dazai she didn't come in for her shift this morning.." The barista explained. Dazai's head popped up in surprise. "Uh, really?"

"Mhm, She didn't call in either. It's unlike her. She usually at least gives a call if she's gonna be late." The girl explained. Dazai's eyes furrowed as he thought.

"You should go quickly, Dazai."

Dazai's eyes shot open as he stared at the ground for a moment. "No.."

"Uh, Dazai?" The barista asked him. Dazai turned quickly, running out of the cafe in a hurry. His breath grew ragged as he ran quickly. He stopped in front of a familiar apartment complex to breathe. He then quickly ran in, ignoring the calls from a front desk worker. He sprinted and sprinted as he burst into Y/n's bedroom. "Y/n!" He screamed.

His eyes quickly scanned the room, finding it neatly tidied instead of the mess it was when he first visited her here. He then noticed the bathroom door shut tightly, while steam lightly flowed out of it. He ran to the door, trying the handle only to find it locked.

"Y/n!" He yelled, banging on the door. No answer. Dazai backed up quickly, before slamming his shoulder into the door, causing it to fly off its hinges. He looked up from the floor, seeing the sight he wanted to stop.

(Last major TW before we continue.)

Y/n laid in the bathtub fully clothed. The water from the faucet flowed continually, causing the room to fill with steam. A bottle of some unmarked pills laid on the bathroom floor, followed by a knife of which she'd used to make her wrist bleed. The fresh red liquid had been used to fill a small vile next to her.

Dazai quickly stood up, stopping the water before reaching his hands into the hot water. He wrapped his arms around Y/n's figure, lifting her up into his arms before placing her on the floor gently. He quickly ran to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a cotton swab and a roll of bandages.

He ran back to her fast, checking her pulse before sticking the cotton swab deep into her throat repeatedly until a steady stream of fresh puke left her lips. He pulled her into his arms as she came to, putting pressure on her wrist. Y/n's head felt fuzzy as she looked up at him. "Dazai.."

"Ah, you're conscious. Please stay awake, and don't move too much." Dazai whispered lowly. Y/n's head fog cleared as she came to. Realizing she'd been saved.

"No.." She mumbled as hot tears began to form. She suddenly became enraged. "Why you of all people.." "Y/n?"

"I thought you understood.. I just want to disappear from this world. Don't you get it?"

"I want to save you. I want to live with you, even if it's only for a bit before we depart together. There's still so much I don't know about you. Y/n, I-"

"Stop it!!" Y/n screamed, kicking Dazai away. "Don't you dare say it! What can you do? You may save me for a bit, you may make me feel happy for a short while, but then what!? One day it won't work anymore! And I'll want to die again!"

She was shouting.

"That's why this is all too much! Just let me have a clean death alone! You're so selfish for even coming here and spouting that bull shit!"

Without even realizing it, Y/n was shouting.

"I'm tired..! I'm so tired of thinking there's hope! Tired of waiting, finding something close, then watching it disappear! I'll never find what I'm looking for! I'll... I'll never truly be saved! Don't you see Dazai!?"

Dazai's eyes stayed still as he watched the girl scream.

"I'm so tired.. So tired.! Don't let me despair anymore.. Just let me rot."

The silence in the room was sickening. No one dared move.

Until Dazai broke the silence by cackling. Y/n sniffled confused as she stared at him. "I just keep seeing new sides of you Y/n.. You really are sickeningly complicated." He smirked at her as he inched closer.

Dazai's lips suddenly slammed into Y/n's. The girl's eyes opened wide as she stared at him. After a few seconds, dazai pulled away, a small string of saliva trailing behind. He licked his lips lightly before speaking:

"You called me selfish for saving you.." Dazai spoke before leaning close to Y/n's ear. "But I'm an incredibly greedy man my dear.."

Y/n's face flushed more as Dazai grabbed her wrist, wrapping her wound up tightly. "Even if it takes me saving you a thousand times, I'll do it all over again. So we can have the perfect suicide together."

Y/n breathes in shakily as Dazai kisses her hand gently.

"So, let's try this again. Y/n, my dear. I'm in love with you. Will you join me, in living and dying in this life?"

Dazai's words brought more tears into Y/n's eyes as she nodded lightly.

"Yes."

-Fin-

[vodika-vibes]

Ladies Night

Summary: Your night out with your friends takes a turn, and Cody rides to your rescue.

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Word Count: 1388

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and an overbearing boyfriend

Songs: None

Prompt: N/A

A/N: I have a migraine forming, and my husband kept interrupting me every five minutes while writing this, so it might not be my best work. Also, I'm still trying to figure out Cody's personality.

Divider by saradika

Ladies Night is probably one of your favorite ways to spend an evening. Not your most favorite, no, that honor lies solely on Date Night with Cody, which happens twice a week…or more, depending on how hard you’ve been working and how hard he’s been working and how much Cody needs space from General Kenobi.

But Ladies Night is still very important to you.

And, as an added bonus, Ladies Night generally occurs at 79s, which is where Cody has a Guys Night with his brothers every other week. And, it just so happens that your Ladies Night and his Guys Night is happening on the same night. 

You lean against Cody as he guides you into the club, your arms settling comfortably around his waist, “So,” You say lightly, a grin crossing your face as he lightly grips your hips, “I’ll keep my friends on this side of the club-”

“-and I’ll keep my brothers, well, the ones I’m meeting up with, on the other side.” Cody answers in turn as he ducks his head and kisses the corner of your lips, “Have fun, let me know if you’re leaving early?”

“Mm. I will.” You stand on your toes and kiss him gently, “You have fun too. Don’t let Wolffe get you in trouble.”

Cody chuckles quietly, “I’ll do my best,” He lightly releases you, and quickly kisses your temple, “Love you.”

“Love you too. I’ll see you later.” You kiss his cheek quickly, and  drop your arms. 

He crosses the club, over to the table his brothers already claimed, and you turn to join your friends at the booth that they claimed. Surprisingly, you’re not the last person to arrive.

“You’re on time!” Your best friend sounds surprised.

“I’m not always late,” You counter as you slide into the booth next to her and accept the drink she hands you, “Where’s Midi?”

“Late,” One of your other friends says with a roll of her eyes, “Was that Cody we saw with you?”

“He’s having his Guys Night with his brothers on the other side of the club,” You reply with a shrug, “It’s fine. He promised not to bother me unless he has to.”

30 minutes later, the final member of your party finally shows up…with her boyfriend hot on her heels. She looks apologetic and sheepish, “Sorry I’m late,” She says brightly, very notably not mentioning her boyfriend, or commenting on how he was pulling a chair to the end of the table.

You arch a single brow, “Uh, Midi? You do remember that this is Ladies Night, right?”

“Uhm, yeah. But-”

“But I know that Ladies Night is code for cheating on your boyfriend,” Her boyfriend interjects with a sneer, “Do your boyfriends know where you are?”

You share a look with your friends, and then as one you turn to look at Midi, who blushes and ducks her head, “We can still have fun?”

“And I’m not leaving.” The boyfriend said, “You have to have “me” approved fun.”

You make a face, “Right. Well, if you’re staying then I’m not.” You slide out of the booth, reaching for your com as you do. You pause as he grabs your wrist in a tight grip.

“You’re here now, you should stay.” He threatens.

You stare at him for a moment, “Okay. So there are two possible ways this ends. You let go of me and I pretend this never happened, or you don’t let go of me, and you get your ass beat.”

“By you? I’m hardly scared.” He tightens his grip on your wrist, tight enough that you wince.

You try to tug your wrist out of his grasp, but when that doesn’t work, you grab your com and you press a single button, holding it for 5 seconds. When you first started dating Cody, he worried, excessively, about your safety. To the point that he, with your permission, installed a panic button on your com. 

A panic button that sends an alert to Cody, allowing him to either help you himself, or send someone else to help you if he’s not on planet.

Cody is across the club and has the situation assessed in less than 30 seconds. He reaches out and grips Midi’s boyfriend’s wrist, squeezing tightly, “Didn’t anyone teach you not to manhandle people?” He asks, his voice mild enough that you can tell that he’s furious.

He releases your wrist immediately, and you sigh in relief as you rub your wrist. As soon as you’re released, Cody releases the other man, and he moves to your side, his gaze dark as he lightly takes your hand and brushes his fingers over the red skin of your wrist.

“Are you okay?”

You flex your wrist, “Yeah. I’ll probably have a bruise, but that’ll heal.” You smile at him, “Thanks for coming so quickly. And sorry for bothering you.”

He scoffs, “He was hurting you, cyare. You don’t have to apologize for calling me to help. That’s what the panic button is for.”

“I suppose you have a point,” You lean in and kiss his cheek, “I’m just going to go home, I think.”

“You want me to come with you?” Cody asks.

But you’re already shaking your head, “Spend time with your brothers, Cody. I know you miss them. Do you want me to order enough food for you?”

“I’ll take care of it.” He brings your hand to his lips, and he presses a light kiss to your knuckles, “I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Alright. See you then. Love you.”

And you fall a little more in love with Cody when he remains at the table to make sure that your friends, who are also unwilling to have a supervised Ladies Night, are able to leave safely as well.

Highly disappointed that your night had been ruined, you return home and order your favorite food, and then curl up on the couch while wearing one of Cody’s old shirts and eat while watching a movie you’ve been meaning to watch for ages.

It doesn’t really surprise you that you fall asleep on the couch while watching the movie and waiting for Cody to come home.

You wake up later, to the feel of a warm hand sliding through your hair. “Mm…Cody?”

“Hey, cyare.” His voice is low and soothing, and his hand slides through your hair, and then down your spine. “You fell asleep on the couch.”

You roll slightly and open your eyes, a sleepy smile crossing your face as you look up at his face, “Wanted to wait for you.” You sit up slowly, and whine low in your throat as you stretch your arms over your head.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Cody says in reply as he stands from where he was kneeling next to you, and he offers his hand to tug you to your feet.

You accept his hand, and you giggle when he tugs you into his arms, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. You slide your hands up his chest and settle your arms around his neck, “Welcome home,” You say warmly.

His hands settle on your hips, and slide up your sides, “Well, I feel welcome,” Cody teases, before he leans in and kisses you once, twice, three times.

He tastes like the beer that he prefers when he’s out with his brothers, and your lips curl up into a fond smile, “Are you drunk?”

“Only on my love for you.” He answers with a slowly growing grin.

You dissolve into laughter, pressing your face against his neck, “That’s awful, Cody.”

He curls his arms around you, and you can feel his amused grin against the side of your head. “Made you laugh though.” He kisses your temple, “Come on, I need a shower. Or a bath, if you’re willing to indulge me.”

You press a light kiss just under his ear, “When have I ever not indulged you, love?”

“There’s a first time for everything.” He replies cheerfully, and then he scoops you into his arms and effortlessly carries you through the house until he can set you on the bathroom counter. “And, in case you are wondering, I’m a lot more sober than you might think.” He kisses you again, even deeper than before.

[sunday-shun12]

¡CONNECTION AT FIRST SIGHT! [Pilot]

English is not my first language and I trust everything with the translator on my phone, sorry if there are errors

PANTALONE

You work for Tsaritsa herself in an "organization" that she created secretly since not even the heralds themselves know you. One particular day you were in front of His Majesty's office waiting for some sign, the atmosphere was tense waiting for the warning from the woman who was writing on a parchment

"Dandelion" that particular nickname that was part of your job rang in your ears sending a shiver down your spine when she mentioned it, you walked in front of her desk bowing before her.

" Your majesty, you sent a letter and now I am here waiting for the reason for your call, do you want anything? " His pale blue eyes looked at you as if piercing your soul, examining you only to smile calmly.

" As always, you know my reasons...this time I want you to do me a favor and attend the dance tonight to make sure everything goes well "

You nodded slowly, you hated places with a lot of people and especially when there was social labeling involved, you couldn't refuse what he said so you had to attend no matter what. The night came slowly, you were wearing a long and elegant dress that highlighted every curve in an exquisite way, you didn't want to stand out too much, after all you hated having eyes on you. Your hands picked up a glass that was on one of the tables and you began to drink it slowly, watching how everything was going, classical music filled the atmosphere along with the voices of people chatting in small groups.

You had noticed that something or someone had been staring at you. You knew who it was, Pantalone, or rather that banker whose attention you caught and now he couldn't take his eyes off of you, The man apologized to a duo of diplomats who were brave enough to talk to him, you saw him approach you and you prepared your best expression of joy, when he was in front of you he took your hand and kissed it politely.

" I wonder what a beautiful lady like you is doing here away from the people, with whom I have the honorable pleasure of speaking? " That smile, you knew every characteristic and expression of each Herald as you knew their dirty tricks, that smile meant falsehood, daring and mischief.

" My name is Y/N, crowds scare me a little, I prefer to see everything from here " You lied skillfully by feigning a timid tone of voice.

The music stopped suddenly only to play a delicate piece, people gathered to dance, you cursed internally knowing what he was going to ask of you right now.

His smile widened only to squeeze your hand a little and slowly approach him. " Would you be so kind as to dance this piece with me? "

"It would be a pleasure" They both walked towards the center of the dance floor looking into each other's eyes, even if it was a simple dance you couldn't let your guard down, especially with the 9th of the Fatui heralds. Minutes passed with the music stopping, they both bowed in front of each other. With a calm tone of voice you spoke softly

" Thank you very much for inviting me to dance " As soon as the crowd began to appear you disappeared with it, your steps were hurried not wanting to be there for another minute, you had already visualized enough and everything was going well.

That same night you not only left Pantalone with intrigue but you had also left him wanting to know more about you, he couldn't get out of his mind how beautiful you looked that same night, he wanted to know who you were...not only did he want to know your name I wanted to know more and I hoped one day to see you again

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This chapter is just a pilot, I want to see if it goes well for me writing a little about this, if you want more about this type of thing just leave me the characters so they can appear in the future..

I was thinking about adding Dottore too, maybe I'll do it soon if I have time, leave me your requests, just add if you want a female reader or a male reader for a character

[nerdyvocals]

@look-at-those-niceass-rocks and I finished our watch (their first, my... eighth???) of Julie and the Phantoms the other day (*cough* over a week ago *cough*), and like the previous two times, we had some unhinged things to say about it. This one's a bit shorter as we only had episodes 8 and 9 left, but if you enjoy our dumbassery, rest assured, we'll be watching the Descendants franchise next!

Honorable mention: us spending the first 20 minutes of our call trying to find the first two posts because the blog search engine simply Does Not Work.

Captions: [Whimsical music plays] Me: Whimsical music GAYS, OHHHHHHH

*Flashback of the Hotdog Incident (tm)* Bee: Street meat street meat street meat Me: Are you saying "straight meat"??? Bee: NO!

Ray Molina : *is very engaged with his son's ghost dip theory* Bee: The Bandit Heeler energy on this man

Julie: *outside the Patterson's house* Me: Do you have tissues?? Bee: Uhhh, yeah, next to me? Me: Good Bee: Oh boy

*cue lots of sniffling over Unsaid Emily*

Bee: You can tell their prefrontal lobes stopped developing at 17 Me: Yeah, I guess that happens when you die? Brain stops growing?? Bee: hehehe brain machine broke

Julie: What the heck??? Me: Let Julie say fuck! Bee: Of all the characters, Julie should get to say fuck

Me: Finale time! Any predictions? Bee: Oh god, I don't think I could outdo the pink ladies one, uhhh

Bee then spends the next minute and a half being a prophet (in a sense): 1. Alex is going to get a very dramatic on-screen kiss with Seth Clearwater because otherwise I will be Upset 2. In the same way they become Real-or like. Where people can see them-when they play, they will find a way to be corporeal where they can touch each other 3. I think there should be a dance fight with-oh, fuck, what's his name? Evil ghost man?? With his Ghost Cocaine???

Alex and Willie: *emotional hug* Me: WAIT PAUSE. *zooms in on Alex's hand* I think I have that ring. Bee: Riveting.

The boys: *trying to get the PATD opener gig* Promoter: *freaking out* Assistant: *unbothered* Me: A lesbian and an incel are trapped in an office together. Bee: The incel is going to get eaten. Me: And not in the way he wants!

Julie: *having a cry in the alley* Me: I wonder how much they had to pay to keep that Subway sign in the background.

Julie: *takes dahlia from the street vendor* Bee: Truffula tree lookin-ass flower.

Bee: Also I didn't want to ruin that beautiful moment, but all I could think of was "mom come pick me up I'm scared."

Me: this poor tech guy is Going Through It (tm)

Carrie: Been here before Trevor: *Bombastic side eye* Bee: HA that look said, "Damn, I really forgot to parent this girl"

Nick: *Jamming* Us: GO FEDORA KID!!!

Me @ Trevor: That man is going to pass out

Me, as the Boys are appearing: See, I've always wondered what was going on in the ghost club side of this scene, cause look, their costumes are missing pieces! Alex's shirt is open, Reggie's jacket is just gone! Bee: Oh yeah Me: Like it's probably just a storytelling choice to show they're where they want to be via clothes, 'cause this is more in line with how they dress normally, but it does make me wonder what we're missing. Like is there a fight? Luke: *appearing* Me: See his sleeves got ripped off! How and why? Bee: They did that for us. You, specifically Me: *cackling*

Julie and Luke: *crying, about to hug* Me, noticing that Luke's pants Fit Very Well: Not the most important thing happening here, but uh, dat ass tho

After rewinding the scene a bit because it didn't hit Bee in the moment that They Were Hugging Bee: I was so caught up in the euphoria of a good butt that for a moment, I lived in a world where they weren't ghosts

Julie + Phantoms: We played the Orpheum! Me: Saved by the power of friendship! Bee: And this man's ass!

Me: So yeah, that was Julie and the Phantoms, how ya feeling? Bee: Great! This definitely won't change my brain chemistry forever

Next up, Descendants!

[starlitangels]

Last Night of Tour

Literally everyone and their mom has done a rockstar/band AU for Redacted characters... but it's my turn now 4.0k words

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Lovely

The house lights dimmed. From our spots right up against the stage, Tank passed me a pair of earplugs. I twisted them up and put them in my ears. Tank did the same.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted honorable persons, please welcome to our stage here tonight:

“The House of Solaire!” the announcer’s voice boomed over the excessive amount of loudspeakers and the crowd went absolutely wild.

With the earplugs in, everything was tolerably loud, but not earsplittingly so.

The band ran out onto the stage. Vincent at the front, as always. And the screaming and cheering rose to an absolute breaking point. I was more grateful than ever for my earplugs. I cheered and whooped along with everyone else.

Vincent took his place at the front center of the stage. Lead vocalist. Keyboard. Front man.

Tank shouted beside me as Sam followed, going to the back center and carefully sitting on his stool behind his drum set with the band logo on the large bass drum. He picked up his drumsticks and twirled one in the fingers of each hand.

Alexis jogged out next to only slightly-less uproarious applause. She went the farthest across the stage and scooped up her electric guitar, slinging its leather strap with an embroidered red rose over her head and under one arm. She hit a test power chord and everyone in the crowd went nuts.

Frederick slipped out after her, walking instead of running or jogging. The crowd was still going wild even though he wasn’t looking them in the eye. His partner stood on Tank’s other side, earplugs in and staring at him intently, but not screaming or anything. He carefully slid his bass guitar strap on and took up his position.

Vincent yanked his microphone off its stand. Solid rose-gold. “Gooooood evening Dahliaaaaa!” He beamed broadly while the screaming got even higher pitched. “We are The House of Solaire and we thank you for such a big—warm—welcooome!”

More screaming.

Tank nudged me with their elbow. “Your man knows how to put on a show!” Their shout was nearly drowned out but I could see most of it on their lips. We were used to this by now.

I smiled wide and nodded.

Vincent snapped his fingers to a rhythm while looking over his shoulder at Sam. Sam clacked his drumsticks together, matching it.

He hit his drums, getting started. Alexis struck her first chord.

The crowd lost it with recognition. You Mentioned a Blackout was the single that really put them on the map, as it were, and was still one of their most popular songs ever.

Vincent had written it not long before we officially got together, but he wrote it because of me. He’d written it while I was unconscious and asked sheepishly if he could play it for me when I woke up. The sheet music was covered in the frenzied work of inspiration desperately trying not to be lost—and a few water stains of tears. No matter how many times I told him it wasn’t his fault, he never listened.

He held eye contact with me the entire time he swapped between working the crowd and playing the keyboard. Smiling and giving me a dramatic wink.

"I told you once and I meant it— "If you touch what's mine again— "You won't have time to regret it—"

The crowd sang along to the chorus, bouncing to the beat Sam was hammering out. Tank, Frederick's partner, and myself included.

Vincent strode out from the main stage and onto the jetty that jutted into the crowd, high-fiving reaching fans as he passed them, bent low and still singing.

On his strut back to the main stage, he paused during Alexis' solo long enough to fall to his knees, reach down for me, pull me up enough to plant a kiss on my face—to a swell of screaming cheers—and get back to the main stage.

When the song came to a nearly-explosive close, the crowd cheered.

Vincent whipped his glossy blue-black curls off his forehead, beaming. "Man, it is good to be home!" he said into his mic. Everyone whooped. "How's everybody doin' tonight?" More raucous cheering. Vincent raked a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. His white V-neck T-shirt was almost obscenely thin and would get replaced by a tank top at intermission. It was loose around his torso but clung tight across his shoulders.

Damn it looked good on him.

"I'd introduce that last song, but I think you folks already know it," he remarked. "Y'know. That song gets a good reaction everywhere else, but nowhere near as excited as it gets here in Dahlia." He chuckled as several excited whoops went over the crowd. "We've got a pretty special show for you all tonight. It's the last night of our Surge album tour and—" He paused while the crowd screamed. "—and we've got some very special guests tonight. But before we get into that, how about Fangs After Dark?"

The crowd lost their minds.

Sam clacked his drumsticks together again, looking at Frederick, before hitting the bass drum with his pedal. Vincent pounded his long, slender fingers into the keys of his keyboard.

Several songs came and went. The three of us knew them all by heart. We heard them all the time. So did the crowd, apparently. A local band making it big on the rock-and-roll scene was certainly something to celebrate in a college town like Dahlia.

Toward the intermission, Vincent picked up a little hand-towel from his keyboard stand and wiped the sweat off his forehead and neck. "Alright, alright, alright!" he said into his microphone. "Before we do our last song before the break, how 'bout a little intro for the band that needs—no—introduction?"

Screaming again.

Vincent chuckled. "House of Solaire. A little diddy, if you will."

Sam started gently tapping out a beat on his bass and snare drum, adding little cymbal flourishes. Alexis and Frederick kept rhythm on their instruments, Alexis improvising a melody.

"Over here on bass guitar, we have Frederick Collins! Give it up for Freddie!" Vincent announced.

Cheering went up across the stadium.

"And back in the back doin' his thing, we've got the best damn drummer in the world—Sam Collins!"

The audience went absolutely nuts. Sam actually smiled. Tank put their fingers in their mouth and let off several earsplitting whistles. Sam glanced at them and rolled his eyes affectionately, but we were close enough for me to catch his wink, so Tank definitely did too.

"And on my left we have my big sister. The most talented electric guitarist in Dahlia—no, in all of California itself—Alexis Solaire!"

The reaction wasn't quite as loud as Sam's reception, but Sam had always been one of the fanbase's favorite band members. Tank knew it too, and tended to be a little defensive of him.

Vincent let the screaming die down. "And last but not least, we have myself on lead vocals and the keys. My name is Vincent Solaire and I am proud to present The House of Solaire and our new album Surge to y'all tonight!" Even with all the loudspeakers, the end of his sentence was barely audible over the absolute bedlam of noise that erupted from the audience.

Vincent smiled. "Before we go to intermission, I give you a song I wrote for the love of my life." He glanced down at me and grinned. "Everybody give it up for Electric Soul!"

Another popular one that they'd released about a year ago.

The crowd went wild.

—

When the band came back on stage after the intermission, T-shirts and flannels had been exchanged for tank tops. They'd cleaned up and dried some of the sweat off a bit. The audience cheered.

Vincent didn't say anything to whip the crowd into a frenzy. Just looked back at Sam and smiled.

Sam clacked his rhythm signal and Alexis hit a power chord right in beat. A song Sam had written for Tank. Vincent still sang and led it but the lyrics had been a bit of a love letter. A very rock-and-roll love letter. Which I thought suited the two of them perfectly.

"Hold me tight and kiss me— "Before we damn near bleed out— "Darlin', don't you dare miss me— "I love you too much to see you pout—"

I watched Sam keep his gaze steadily on Tank the whole song. He always did when they performed this song and Tank was in the audience.

When the song ended, Vincent clapped along with everyone. "That, uh, that one was Before We Bleed," he said. He let the cheering swell and die down. He had a good instinct for it and always seemed smooth, not awkward while waiting for the crowd to calm. "So. Who here are fans of Milo and the Wolves?"

A fair portion of cheers rose over the crowd. Not as loud as the rest of the night had been, but still loud, even through the earplugs.

Vincent nodded, pacing back and forth across the main stage. "Oh good. I'd hoped so. Very good friends of ours. Yup. Very good friends." He smirked. The jumbotron behind us caught it, and so did the screens on either side of the stage. "We have one of their former members here tonight. And they're gonna do a song with us," he continued.

More cheers.

Tank was unbuttoning the flannel they'd stolen from Sam.

"You didn't tell me!" I shouted.

They gave me a cheeky wink.

"Everybody give it up for Tankerrrrr!" Vincent called into his mic.

Tank shoved the flannel into my hands and leapt up onto the stage with a single bound in just their tank top, skinny jeans, and combat boots. They gave Vincent a side-arm hug as they passed him, ran off stage, and came back a single second later carrying their guitar, extended above their head in victory while the crowd cheered.

They slung the guitar strap on, took up a mark right next to Vincent, and flicked a guitar pick into their fingers from seemingly nowhere—but I knew it came from a special little pocket in the thick leather cuff bracelet they wore on their left wrist. They twiddled a knob on their guitar. One I knew meant they were turning up the gain for the real hard rock sound, compared to the more alternative style of The House of Solaire.

Not even waiting for Sam to count them off or Vincent to introduce what song they were doing, Tank slammed into an intro.

Frederick's partner and I screamed in support for our friend while the crowd joined in with us.

The song Tank played was a Milo and the Wolves song that Tank had written years ago called Tougher Than You, and their original band had been more than happy to give The House of Solaire permission to play a cover for a concert.

Vincent's voice was fundamentally much different from Milo's—the lead vocalist, obviously—but Vincent delivered a sincere cover that showed he'd put work into nailing the spirit of the song.

"If you hit me down, I'll hit you too— "Try to put me down— "But I don't lose— "Baby, don't you know— "I'm tougher than you!"

Tank sang the harmony with Vincent into the black mic on a stand that had been placed there over intermission, lifting their strumming hand off their guitar for just a moment to grab at the mic and hold it close to their mouth, letting their rich, sultry voice fill the loudspeakers.

I craned my neck to see Sam past his drum set.

Gazing, as I expected, with absolute, utter desire at Tank. Probably only keeping the rhythm on muscle memory alone. The tattoos covering both his arms shone with sweat.

I snickered, the sound completely drowned out by the stadium. Sam was entirely taken with Tank and he deserved it. I always thought they were cute together.

Tank struck back against their strings hard, backing a step away from the mic so when they bent in half in a headbang as they resumed their solo, they wouldn't smack their head on it. The crowd was jumping along hard, too.

When they ended, they gave Vincent a side-arm hug, ran their guitar off-stage, and gave Sam a long, dramatic kiss before rushing back toward me and leaping off the stage. Sam's ears were bright red as I handed Tank back the flannel and they put it back on. I threw my arms around them. "That was amazing!" I shouted.

They smiled. "Thanks," they said loudly. "Been a long time since I played in front of a crowd this big! Felt good! Felt... normal."

"Everybody give it up for Tanker!" Vincent called again.

The crowd cheered.

—

Darlin'

The stadium was finally cleared. The house lights had come on a long time ago and the stadium staff was cleaning up. Mopping up sticky, spilled soda and alcohol from the concrete floor, sweeping popcorn and discarded wrappers.

Vincent had taken his keyboard into his dressing room. I heard him singing Faithfully by Journey to his partner as I walked past. "O-oh you stand... byyy me—I'm forever yooouuurs—faithfully..."

Sap.

Just off-stage, my electric guitar was sitting up on a stand, its gig bag case haphazardly discarded not far away. I scooped up the gig bag and sat cross-legged in front of the guitar. "Hey beautiful," I said softly to it, digging into the gig bag's front pocket for an old cloth with some polisher stains on it. I pulled the guitar off the stand and into my lap, wiping at its amber-gold body and polished wooden head, including the tuning pegs. Giving it a little bit of a shine and clean-up.

"You take better care-a that thing than you do yourself, darlin'," a voice remarked. With a familiar Southern drawl.

I smiled and looked up.

Sam stood there, leaning slightly on a pair of enormous stacked amps, a set of drumsticks poking out of his back pocket, arms folded over his chest. In the light from the house and the regular lights of the stage, the tattoos all down both of his arms glistened just slightly where his tank top left them exposed. His hair was still a little disheveled from the performance.

It was a very hot look on him.

"People always tell us to take better care of our babies than we do ourselves, right?" I asked, finishing the last bit of wiping up and gently tucking my guitar into the gig bag, zipping it up.

A member of the tech crew that had been moving equipment backstage approached, holding her hands out for the guitar bag. I hesitated for just a moment before passing it over. I trusted The House of Solaire's usual crew. I was just protective of my guitar.

The tech shuffled off with it.

I spun to face Sam again. "So. Last night of tour. How's it feel to be done and free for the next couple months?"

Sam shrugged. "Ready to take some time to relax—but you know me. I'll get restless fast."

I approached him and hooked my fingers around the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him close to me. "I can help with that," I whispered, leaning close to his ear.

He chuckled low in his throat. "Well, I look forward to that," he said, voice low and soft, turning his head to kiss behind my ear. Goosebumps rose all the way down my spine. I shuddered a little bit. His hands wrapped around me and he held me close. I held onto him too.

Vincent still singing Journey to his partner was barely audible over the sounds of the stage and house crews packing and cleaning.

Sam rested his chin on my shoulder and looked around. "How'd you ever give this life up, darlin'?" he asked. "I don't think I can."

I smiled and sighed out my nose. "I needed a break, at least. After the break-up and Nomadic's PR people doing their damnedest to throw me under the bus and try to ruin my image... stepping off the stage was the easiest choice I'd made in a long time. David, Milo, and Ash all understood, and Ash had been wanting to try to take up lead guitar for a while anyway. So after they found Christian to take up bass guitar, Iii... left."

"Ever think you'll rejoin?"

I snorted. "I'd love to, on one hand. On the other... it'd mean even less time with you. Being back on tour at different times... or even the same time... I wouldn't be able to take a weekend and fly to wherever you're playing to see you."

Sam massaged his fingers into my hips. "Guess you have a point," he said.

I hummed, letting go of his hips to run my hands up his arms, tracing the lines of his tattoos as I passed them. "You know, I swore off dating rockstars after things with Quinn fell apart," I remarked.

Sam kissed my neck. "What changed?"

I sucked in a shuddering breath. "I met you," I replied.

He smiled against my skin. "That a good thing?"

I snickered. "A very good thing, smart mouth."

"Mm... then why don't you do somethin' about this smart mouth of mine, darlin'?"

I kissed his neck, feeling the way he relaxed under the contact. "Oh I plan to," I replied.

—

Lovely

"Y'know, it's kinda funny to me," I began, watching Vincent lean over the counter of the vanity station in the dressing room.

"What is?"

"You take off all those piercings and put on a nerdy T-shirt and normal jeans and no one recognizes you out in public," I said.

Vincent removed the earring from the helix of his left ear. The only one he ever left in between shows was the industrial on his right. He spun around to face me, leaning back against the counter. "That's part of cultivating a public persona. People expect the tight, plain T-shirt with the V-neck and the black skinny jeans and big boots. The dozen piercings. The rockstar eyeliner. No one recognizes... just some guy in a T-shirt with I Am Groot plastered across the chest. Put me in a grocery store and I'm just a taller-than-average nerd. No rockstar to be seen."

I scoffed. "No. You're not just some guy. You'd still be waaay hotter than everyone else in that grocery store."

Vincent laughed and held his arms out for me. I hugged him. "I think you're a little biased, lovely," he whispered.

"Oh definitely," I said.

His hands slipped under my shirt. And hesitated, as always, over the scar across my back.

He wrote You Mentioned a Blackout after a former lighting tech of the band's had been making jokes about The House of Solaire's lighting rig being enough to cause power outages in the smaller cities they played in. That lighting tech—Adam—had been making more of those jokes while Vincent was showing me around a venue before we were officially together. Just flirting. Adam had, apparently, been watching me intently while working. Tried to flirt with me after. When I turned him down, he had "accidentally" dropped a small light fixture he'd been setting up over the stage. It glanced off my shoulder on its way down and knocked me forward. It had already been attached to live wiring and the electrocution and strike knocked me out.

Needless to say Adam got fired after the incident. But the scar of the electricity and the light fixture remained—and Vincent was always hesitant to touch them. He'd been wracked with guilt when I woke up in the hospital. Made it his personal mission to take care of me while I recovered. Put a tour on hold before it even really started—their tours always started and ended in Dahlia—to make sure I got better.

And along the way, our feelings deepened and we fell properly in love. We'd been together ever since.

I knew Vincent still felt guilty about the "accident" but I tried not to let him dwell on it much. Including pushing him past his hesitance to touch the scar it left behind, almost three years later.

I kissed him. "Excited for the after party tomorrow?"

"I will be if I get enough sleep," he replied. "I love touring but, God, it leaves me exhausted."

"I know, baby. But you get a couple months off now. To rest and relax and recharge. Then you can get started on your new album."

He snorted. "Lovely, you know I wrote nine songs while on this last tour, right?"

"Wait, really?"

"Hours upon hours on a bus between cities? Yeah. Plenty of time."

"What'd you write?"

"Mostly yearning for you. A few love letters to the places we visited. None of them are at a stage that they actually fit our usual style but I just... I don't know. I can't not write new songs. Taking a couple months off just means I'll keep writing more songs. Alexis and Sam probably will too. Just not as many as me. But it'll be a passion project at that point. Then maybe later get to be an album."

"You're adorable," I said.

Vincent smiled. "I'll play them all for your while we're home."

"You'd better." I pressed another kiss to his mouth.

He deepened it immediately. "Oh God, I missed you baby," he whispered. "Doesn't matter how many weekend shows you flew out to see. I miss just being with you all the time."

"Me too."

—

Darlin'

I really had to hand it to Sam on his foresight. The stool of his drum set was sturdy and steady. Able to bear the weight of two people.

The crew usually saved the stage itself for last to clear, so we had plenty of time to sit on his drum stool—me straddling his lap—and make out. His hands, warm and callused, were just barely under the hem of my shirt on my bare skin. We were passionate, sure, but not exhibitionists. And the house staff was still cleaning the stadium seating area. We were mostly blocked from sight by the drum set, but better not to go too hard while there were still eyes on us.

Still, he was warm beneath me and his hands on me were heaven. I ran my hands down his back and slowly extracted his drumsticks from his back pocket. The muscles in his back relaxed more immediately.

"How's this for doing something about your smart mouth?" I whispered.

He chuckled. "Ohhh... I think it's just right, darlin'." He kissed me harder. "So. Next tour, gonna play with us at more concerts?"

"Mmm... maybe. Vincent and William haven't officially offered yet." I ran my hands over his hair. "But if you're just asking me to go on your tour with you... I can probably arrange that."

Sam dug his fingers into the skin on either side of my spine. "We've got a while before that happens. But I'd love it if you could join us. Hell, maybe Vincent and Fred can bring their partners too. Maybe it would make the band less sick-a each other by the time we're done."

I snickered. "Maybe," I agreed. I kissed him deeply again. "We'll see, cowboy." I pressed more kisses to his cheeks and forehead. "Now kiss me like you mean it and let's celebrate the end of this tour, yeah?"

"Hell yeah, darlin'." He rocked against me and met me in a kiss that I returned enthusiastically. I threaded my fingers into his hair and tugged on it, making him moan into my mouth while I stuck my tongue in his. His body was so much more relaxed when we were like this. Loose, wild, carefree.

I loved every second of it.

And, judging by how he was moving, he did too.

—

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Tep Tons: Albums

10. The Break of Dawn (Blue In Green) Smooth all the way through, this is full of music to just kinda vibe to, similarly to what you'd find hosted by Lofi Girl. Along with much of Gramatik's early work, it's the album that helped fuel my initial interest in the hip-hop style, especially with jazz elements. Here's a taste!

9. This Time (Los Lobos) I don't often listen to rock, but it's actually what I grew up with. At the center was AC/DC, Smash Mouth, and Linkin Park. In the periphery and having at most a single album I'd listen to, were Crossfade, 3 Doors Down, Finger Eleven, and Los Lobos. This Time sticks out as being not emo edgy and full of cringe-worthy self-pity. It's got energy, variety, and good vibes all around. Here's a taste!

8. Small Plates (J3PO) Short and sweet, this is one of those sketch albums, filled with some of the many snippets thought up and created by the artist. I love the existence of albums like this, as some of the real banger ideas that never get a full produced song can see the light of day while the artist is still alive, Small Plates (and Sweet Treats) having some of my favorites by J3PO. Here's a taste!

7. Fantastic (Slum Village) I couldn't pick one of the volumes, so I'm going with all of them lol. I love the wonky Dilla-time, as anyone who's seen my music recommendations would know. I love the unfinished feel of Vol. 1 with a bunch of really bumpin' beats that unfortunately never made it past this point, and I love that they revisited and polished a bunch of them and for Vol. 2, then there's the further edited version of 2, complete with hilarious and heartfelt testimonials at the end of some of the tracks. Here's a Taste!

6. Funk Blaster EP (KOAN Sound) While there's no one album that incapsulates my dubstep phase, this one was definitely the most prominent. It's funky, wubby, and well-composed. I'll admit I am "that guy" when it comes to KOAN Sound, I liked them better during their early experimental days, until Polychrome when they made a habit of putting 2 different songs in 1 track. Honorable mention to Risky Endeavors Here's a taste!

6.5. Planet Neutral (Getter)

5. Things Fall Apart (The Roots) One of the newest additions, The Roots has become one of my favorite bands ever. Through and through, this is but one of the masterpieces created in the Soulquarians sessions at Electric Lady Studio, filled with banger after banger. Honorable mention to the Deluxe Edition, featuring some of my favorite Roots songs ever. Here's a taste!

4. Astro Lounge (Smash Mouth) Yes I know, it's the one with All Star. Like I said, Smash Mouth was one of my favorite bands growing up, and Astro Lounge just has a special place in my heart. The title I think sums it up best, feels like you're in a cozy futuristic lounge, or at least the idea of futuristic people had in the late 90's. Here's a taste!

3. Random Album Title (Deadmau5) Another one I'm nostalgic for, this is the ultimate vibe album for me. The somewhat droning and repetitive nature of it, plus the seamless mix between songs, gives it a video game soundtrack quality in that it's great for just putting on in the background while you're doing stuff. Unfortunately Spotify is being weird and there's like 3 slightly different versions of it with the same name. Here's a taste!

2. Plastic Beach (Gorillaz) Aright it's another nostalgic one, this I think is the first physical CD I ever bought. I love the metaphorically nautical/maritime theme, and as per usual with the Gorillaz, there's a great variety in musical styles. Plus there's a kickass music video for Stylo. Here's a taste!

1. Djesse (Jacob Collier) I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, Jacob Collier is the greatest musical mind of our time. This album has such a profound effect on me I can't fully describe. Whenever I sit to listen to any part of it, it feels like a hug that gives you the warm shivers, it tickles my ears, and almost always I well up. Djesse is the work of a man who thoroughly explores the depths of music and sound, travels the world to learn, combines it all in unique ways, and all the while exuding this infectious energy and curiosity. Here's a taste!

[monkeydluffy19920]

Is Nami a mermaid? The evidence includes: An original drawing by Luffy of Nami as a mermaid. Her name means wave in Japanese. Shirahoshi instantly liked her. Nami understands the ocean even without any formal training. She’s Swedish (this is important because Scandinavian mermaids warn sailors of storms and danger). Her past is completely unknown. Also, she has constantly worn those two circles on her skirt and pants that we see the mer guards wear

Hiya Nonny and thanks for the ask :)

First of all, amazing background work made there!  It took some time for me to do some as well so sorry for the delay but let’s move forward to the ponders whether Nami could be a mermaid.

This post will most likely be long since there are lots of interesting themes to talk about so here we go! :)

Mermaids in (Scandinavian) mythology

Ok first the basics, mermaid is a mythical sea creature with the head and trunk of a woman and the tail of a fish, conventionally depicted as beautiful and with long flowing golden hair [x].

Since you Nonny made a good point about Oda-sensei picking Nami’s nationality to be swedish so I will (try to) focus on scandinavian folklores in this post.   By the way, if you dear reader are native Swede and know more about the folklore please let me know, I’m completely leaning on Google at the moment *laughs*

Anyway, in Sweden Mermaids are called Havsfru and they are believed to be seen in the open ocean, living peacefully with other creatures that live in the oceans. According to the legends, the sailors that meet mermaids usually give little sacrifices such as small coins, food or warm pieces of clothes in winter in order to honor them and as an exchange, the Havsfrus repay the kind gestures with either sharing weather information (i.e warning for approaching storms, or good winds, like you Nonny said) or warn them about icebergs etc.

Mermaids can take different figures, an indescribable beautiful lady (like Sanji dreams of) with the tail of a fish tails and sometimes they move with legs. Also according to the folklore, mermaids can also transform into another sea creature.

Transformation is something we saw in Water 7 when Oda made a plot twist and made Kokoro saved Zoro and the others from a huge wave: 

In European mythologies, all kinds of tales have given mermaid a very  variant imagos. Sometimes they were portrayed as beautiful and seductive maidens who were greatly desired by lonely sailors whereas they also were sometimes portrayed as siren-esque beasts that dragged men into the inky-black depths.

Also in swedish folklore, the continuation of your travel depended on the way you treated the mermaids. If you refused their requests, you surely got to taste the wrath power of hers and you’d end up deep down to the sea with your sunken ship. If you were nice and did what she asked, you would get rewarded.

If we think about this mythology and compare it to Nami’s appearence, we indeed can see some similarities in her and mermaids’ characteristics. First of all, she now also has long wavy hair Sanji imagined her to have before the time skip (frankly spoken that mermaid Sanji mentions back then indeed looks a lot like Nami, especially in colored version, not only the hair but the earrings and stuff) but again it can all be coincidence.

We can reminisce the  she still worked for Arlong she was sneaky and used her cute appearence to fool other pirates (just like mermaids lured sailors) in order to rob them and also she charmed Sanji to get away with paying the food in Baratie. 

Now that One Piece has gone further with Time Skip and stuff Nami hasn’t used her looks so much to fool the enemies. I think there are various reasons for this, first of all back then she worked all alone. So she needed always to be one step ahead of the game if she wanted to steal the gold and stuff.

Now she is a part of a pirate group which means she can always lean on her crew mates and second important reason is that her fighting skills have been improved a lot. She started with a (portable?) stick-kind of weapon which wasn’t quite strong but enough for her to get away just in case.

Now she has a clima-tact that has been upgraded ever since it was introduced the first time and now we can say that now she really is strong enough to fight so she won’t end up in such trouble first hand.

Last one thing why Nami doesn’t use her looks is that she simply doesn’t have to. She collected money to save the her home village from Arlong but now that Arlong is out of the game she can be more relaxed. One of her life goals was achieved. Also, she is now a part of a pirate group. Her main occupation is being a navigator.

Despite that she is still proven to be a quick and excellent thief. She freaking robbed a whole village while bidding them goodbye at Cocoyashi *laughs* She keeps her thief-skills still updated because she snatches important things every once in a while.

The point is, stealing money etc. isn’t a must anymore for Nami. Like a thing which her life depends on, it’s nowadays more like a “hobby”. Also now it’s easier to steal stuff vs. when she was alone so no more need to fool the others with body and so on.

Ok then about the other thing, at least from the comical aspect the travel indeed depends on Nami’s mood. I mean not only hers but if she is in a bad mood, she isn’t shy to show it.

No matter canon or filler one of the running gags is that Nami hits people to make them behave or stop the idiocy. This we learned very well before Skypiea when she was literally so pissed off because they became laughing stocks at Jaya.

Nami indeed is a great strategist ad negotiator, I mean she even got Zeus to turn against Big Mom. Let’s not forget that Zeus was made of Big Mom’s soul so a literal yonko soul is scared of a random pirate. That is something incredible.

But let’s not forget Nami does have a soft side too. Despite her greediness is huge running gag she did give away some treasure back in Thriller Bark which was a big moment of confusion for Luffy and Usopp.

Not only this but also in general Nami "repays" the good deeds which means she is thankful for everything Straw Hats done for her and gives back too. She might give chills if things are not in order (as a comical relief though) but she deeply cares about her nakama and is very protective of them.

For example it was her who felt the most openly distress when things start to fall apart in Water 7 and even tried to fix things by reasoning her mates. Then back in WCI she drove forward the retrieval team and showed constant worry about her missing nakama.

Let's not forget that Nami was also ready to save random kids at Punk Hazard (since she herself experienced a miserable childhood after Bellmere died she could somehow relate to the childrens' pain although they didn't know for a long time) so it really speaks for the fact that she is far from selfish.

We must not also forget that although her element is air, she also enjoys swimming a lot. That alone doesn't make her the mermaid but I have to say it's an interesting coincidence Nami was chosen to be a mermaid in one of that One Piece Straw Hat Theater-episode where Straw Hats were mythological creatures.

This was part of Oda's One Piece Omake-series so even though it was "fictional" and "spin off"-styled, I partly wonder Oda picked the mermaid-role for her on purpose.

Nami's unknown past

So, like Nonny said, we know just a little scratch of Nami’s past. She first met her foster mother Bellmere in Oykot where the Marines went to save the kingdom that was battling for some unknown reason. Then later she adopted little Nami and Nojiko and raised them in Cocoyashi Village.

There is basically nothing told about this place named Oykot (which is Tokyo backwards) but somehow it’s almost 50% safe to expect that Oda-sensei somehow returns to this topic and perhaps even reveals more about Nami’s origins (because things have been connected earlier too and everything seem to have a meaning when it comes down to the main characters, the Straw Hats and their character growths).

Like mentioned in this post, what puzzles me the most in this flashback in chapter 77 is the smile of hers. Also Nojiko is pretty much a “wild card” when it comes down to Nami’s past. Why?

Because when Bellemeré asks Nojiko claims that they are not blood related siblings. However she carries Nami around the rainy battlefield so it kind of gives the vibes that they might know each other but I don’t know enough to tell whether it’s normal to carry a stranger in your arms as a kid in middle of a battlefield.

Nojiko and Nami do look alike, maybe it’s Oda’s way to draw but this could indicate that they could actually be (distant) relatives?

She understands the ocean

So, in the folklore-part was talked, mermaids had some sort of ability to predict the weather and they'd share the information to the men of the seas. Nami's one most significant skill is related strongly to the weather (and linked to the ocean) this is something for example Vivi brought up back in Grand Line.

It's an amazing skill, no one knows where she has inherited it (like from books or just going by gut-feeling?) but she has honed it in Weatheria and even if she wasn't a mermaid, her skills are still beyond amazing!!

Friendship with Shirahoshi

Nami and Shirahoshi befriended quickly back in Fishman Island. Hard to say what was the "ice breaker" but mysteriously Nami replies her compliment with: "I guess we have some things in common".

This could be interpreted in many ways but somehow I have the feeling Nami is relating to the similarities in their pasts: both were under the influence Fish Men (and literally trapped by them) and lost their mothers tragically. They are also both emotional too. Would be interesting though if Shirahoshi would be the only one to sense Nami's mermaidness and at thait point these panels could become foreshadowing:

She has constantly worn those two circles on her skirt and pants that we see the mer guards wear

Frankly spoken, I've never paid attention to this detail so this is a great catch, Nonny!!!

There might not be info about who has created one of Nami's favorite clothing brand (which seems to be the one with the two circles-style since she wears it a lot in different forms) but perhaps it has taken influence on Fishman Island?

An original drawing by Luffy of Nami as a mermaid.

So, Luffy drew a “mermaid” version of Nami inspired by Sanji’s thoughts by basically adding hair and eyelashes to his sketch of fish-man. That could be another great foreshadow from Oda for sure but at least we know one thing. Oda is great with details and loves hiding easter eggs and atcually in chapter 262, Luffy’s drawing can be found too "alive"!

All in all, the conclusion of this post is, I really find this theory interesting although I can't say for sure whether there could be possibility that Nami is secretly a mermaid but it would require another arc for her.

Nami basically had already one main arc but now to think about, this could be a huge plot twist just like Sanji had, another arc that explained basically everything I mean.

So, who knows, anything can happen in the story of One Piece!

[anabdaniels]

Angel of music- Act II

Chapter summary: While reviving past problems, things with Jack get slightly out of control.

Word counting: 1.9k

Warnings: Hate sex (I know, things escalated a bit quickly here), cursing, manhandling, reader and Jack being two idiots.

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One week since the opening night, having a full house every night, and a lot of speculations about Tony and Classic Brit awards. You definitely couldn’t ask for anything else, well, maybe you could, and, fortunately, that thing was right there, the first day off after the beginning of the season.

You allowed yourself to just sleep until the middle of the morning, being awakened by the sound of the rain outside, the usual London weather. You checked the hours on your phone and saw a text received just a few minutes earlier, smirking when you noticed the sender of it and proceeding to carefully read it.

Jack 🎭🤠: Good morning, darling. Hope u’re having a good day. I know it’s early, but do you have any plans for lunch?

You pondered for an instant, wondering if it was a good idea and, of course, your adventurous nature made your answer it positively.

Good morning, Mr. Phantom. I don’t have anything planned for the day.

After sending the text you moved off the bed, and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later when you were back, you checked your phone, seeing that you already had received a reply.

Jack 🎭🤠: In this case, I’m picking you up in one hour.

You chuckled at the boldness of his answer, slightly disbelieving but yet enjoying all that, after all, you always loved his company. With a silly smile that you hadn’t been aware that was on your face, you walked to your wardrobe, already excited for whatever his plans were.

A few hours later, after an incredible lunch accompanied by an amazing talk, the two of you were once again at your front door, you still were wondering what was Jack’s goal with all that and trying to ignore your wandering thoughts about it, managing to do it when you felt a few drops of rain starting to fall.

“I believe none of us want to get soaked in the rain, so do you want to come in?” you asked while opening the front door, just then realizing what you had said.

“I’ll not refuse a chance to enjoy a little more time with you.” He smirked and entered your house with you, taking off his Stetson and looking around your living room briefly.

“Considering how much you’ve been requested since your retirement became public, I’m feeling honored.” You laughed and took off your coat, throwing it on the armrest of the sofa and making yourself comfortable on the upholstery.

“Honestly, I don’t understand why everyone is freaking out so much ‘bout it.” Jack mentioned sincerely, sitting next to you.

“Oh c’mon, for years you’ve been the face of a ton of beloved characters, delivering acting and vocals and you wonder why the community is upset?” you raised your eyebrows slightly “Not to mention the ladies getting orphans of your charm.” You mumbled looking away from him.

“Don’t tell me you believe the gossips, darlin’.” He mocked after a chuckle.

“We both know gossip doesn’t come out of nothing, Jack.” You said it like an accusation without even realize.

“Like your reputation of being a cold-blood person?” Jack questioned in the same tone as you, with an eyebrow slightly raised.

“Are you insinuating something?” you said almost offended.

“Not at all.” He affirmed with a smug expression, making you sure that he was insinuating something.

“You really haven’t moved on from our last work together?” you squinted at him while waiting for the answer.

“I have, it’s just funny how you’re judging me for some affairs here and there as if I owe you something.”

There it was, Jack’s brutal honesty that could be heartwarming or heartbreaking.

You wanted so badly to make a list of reasons why he was being ridiculous in his assumptions, the only problem was the fact that he wasn’t, not that it would prevent you from feeling offended.

“You are unbelievable, Jack.” You shook your head slightly, staring at him.

“From both of us you think I am the unbelievable one?” the tone of sarcasm in his voice was enough to push your buttons.

“After what you did to me last season we were together are you trying to come out as the victim here?”

“And what have I done?” Jack crossed his arms, staring deep into your eyes.

“Slept with half of the staff of the theater.” You said as if it was pretty obvious.

“Yes, after you openly told me that you didn’t want me and that I’d be an unnecessary weight in your life.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but you couldn’t find the words.

Yes, you knew you had screwed everything, but did he need to remind you of that? Even though you had broken his heart, couldn’t he just pass through it?

“Really, Jack?” you waited for him to take it back, but the only answer you got was a nod.

“Y’know what, darlin’? I better go home before this went too far.” Jack said already getting on his feet and putting his hat back.

“Yes, you better leave.” You stood up too, walking toward the front door.

“I hoped we could be fine this time, but seems that we better limit contact to the professional field.” Jack said truly upset about that perspective, observing you opening the door.

“Considering that your favorite pastime is screwing your work colleagues, sounds appropriate.”

Jack was about to take a step to leave your house but stopped at the moment your words encountered his ears. Clenching his jaw slightly for a second while pondering the situation, Jack concluded that he was done with your toddler behavior. With no second thoughts, he grabbed the knob and closed the door, then held your waist, softly pushing you against the wall and kissing you avidly.

The idea of pushing him away passed briefly on your mind, but you were so pissed off, so mad with him that seemed right to blow it out biting his lips and pulling his hair. Smirking against your lips, Jack pulled you closer, smashing your bodies together, and you wasted no time to start to walk with him towards your bedroom.

Everything after that was cloudy to your rational side. You couldn’t say when you got laid on the bed or when the clothes got thrown on the floor and furniture, at the only moment you recovered a glimpse of your senses, you were already contorting and whimpering while bucking your hips against his hand, while two of Jack’s fingers were buried inside you and his thumb mercilessly rubbed your clit.

It pissed you off even more have to reckon that he was good at it.

Seeing your attitude being so easily kicked away was an extra for his ego. You always were so damn stubborn and full of yourself, yet there you were, begging him to fingerfuck you harder while moaning his name.

Aware that it was too late to avoid the possible damages something like that could cause to the already shaken relationship you two had, Jack decided to make the disaster worth it. Not giving you time to come up with another plea for more, Jack rolled your body on the bed, letting you lay on your stomach and pushing your legs apart, making no flourishes before braced himself in one arm while lining and sinking his cock inside you.

As if it wasn’t overwhelming enough, Jack certificated to move his hand up to your hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling your head back, biting your earlobe and letting you feel his heavy warm breath while pounding deep inside you, making your whole body contort against the mattress.

“Still wanting me away, sweetheart?” he questioned teasingly against your ear, keeping a tight grip on your hair.

“You can bet I’ll kick you out at the moment we’re done.” You panted, squeezing the pillow in front of you, not caring about how loud your moans were coming out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll spare you the work.” Jack concluded his sentence thrusting on you harsher than before, making you whine in pure pleasure.

“You not being an accommodated scumbag? I’d pay to see that.” You couldn’t avoid letting your steam out, still mad with him.

“If even you cannot be a bitch 24/7, I can be proactive.” Once more the phrase was finished with an unfairly rough thrust.

“Fucking bastard…” you sighed and sank your face against the pillow, being promptly pulled back by Jack’s hand in your hair.

“No, no, sugar. You focus right here, tomorrow when we get on stage, I want you to remember how the bastard here made you cum and beg.” Jack rasped while keeping a grip on your hair, giving you no choice but to look him in the eye while he railed you so well.

“Just like you remember every day that I kicked your ass four years ago?”

And that was the last straw Jack could deal with.

After a low groan, Jack passed his other arm around your shoulders, pressing your back against his chest, fucking you the roughest he could without hurting you, nudging your cervix over and over.

Even that being far from the first time Jack fucked you that intensively, you would never be able to not lose your rationality with it; the way he was harshly manhandling you and made you feel so damn full with every inch of his cock was too much for you to resist, so you simply allowed your body to sink into it, whining with teary eyes as your cunt tightened around him while you got your orgasm.

Pretty satisfied with how cockdrunk you were, Jack also let his body follow its nature, slamming his hips against you one last time before reaching his climax, making sure to cum straight on your cervix. Of course, pulling out wasn’t among the things he enjoyed, but that one was beyond tastes, he wanted to make sure to remind you that your attitude out of bed wouldn’t erase everything you two shared, make you the most aware possible that he was the one filling you so deliciously, mark you as his even if only for a few minutes.

Jack collapsed on the bed with you, his body half on top of yours, providing you with that good familiar feeling of his hot skin against your back. You were way too drained to do anything else but close your eyes, ending up asleep without even realizing it happening.

When you woke up an hour later, your body felt tired and slightly sore in some specific places. Took you a moment to remember how everything ran out of control with Jack earlier and you sighed heavily before rolling onto the bed to face that smug gorgeous face of him, already expecting it to end up the same way. What you didn’t expect was to see the empty space next to you on the bed. You turned your head to look at the bathroom, wondering if he was there and nothing, making you sit on the bed quickly.

“Jack?” you waited for an answer and nothing, he was really gone. Before you could digest all that, your attention was caught by that familiar warm feeling between your legs, making you look down only to confirm that was his sperm dripping out of you. “Fucking asshole.” You whispered and collapsed back on the bed, really needing a few minutes more to process everything.

[queen-scribbles]

🖊 🖊 🖊! -em

Okay, rather than use this to specifically ramble about a character, I'm gonna instead ramble out some thoughts on my Wayhaven Love Interest Swap bc that brainworm has settled in GOOD and I need to let some of these this out before I explode. xD (this Swap being AJ/Adam, Mallory/Nate, Janinie/Mason, and Kasey/Felix. Yes, I realize there's three pens and four characters. I'll be much heavier on one or two of these that are really driving me insane)

🖊 AJ/Adam first bc AJ is always first, and it's the one I've thought about most(thus most likely to happen).

She's very easy-going and willing to work with Bravo, open to suggestion, and basically takes an "I know the town better, you all clearly know the case better, let's pool that knowledge" attitude rather than trying to be In Charge. Adam appreciates that, while it also irritates him and he cannot figure out why. (Spoilers, it's bc he likes her and her working so closely with them puts her in danger and he doesn't want her to get hurt. I think Nate would put those pieces together before Adam does, tho :3) Mishka's mentioned that A's route is them Love-at-First-Sighting the Detective, but I see it being something they both try to downplay for most of book 1(AJ's trying to be professional, Adam's trying to Make It Go Away bc he's trying to protect her from the dangers of the supernatural world, including him). It would be probably when she stops by his room after her arrival at the Agency facility following the vampire reveal that AJ starts to maybe acknowledge/lean into the attraction a bit more. Adam's still fighting it, but it's so hard to do.

He wants to protect her, from everything, but being around her is a different kind of dangerous for both of them(Nate is watching his best friend's struggle with equal amounts of sympathy and amusement). Then it turns out her blood is Special™ and she's in this world whether she likes it or not(she does) and Adam just doubles down on wanting to protect her. I think failing to keep her safe from Murphy would hit harder than it did with Mallory, which is so deliciously angsty. There's this amazing, palpable tension between them in the hospital after she's rescued; not sexual, but definitely something romantic brewing there. (I'm dying at both the patrol scene with him giving her his coat and the first time he makes one of the comments alluding to being viewed as a monster and she just looks him dead in the eye "You're not a monster, Adam" said with such genuine gentleness and conviction it makes him stop breathing for a second)

(Sidenote: her loving to read and him being such a protective grump makes them together give major Beauty and the Beast vibes and I am HERE FOR IT)

Book 2 is where things get really fun bc AJ would actually be more bold about flirting with Adam than she is with Nate in canon. This is because Nate is very suave/charming/open about being attracted to her, which makes her appreciative but shy. I wanna say she was somewhere between 70-80% shy on the romance meter by the end of book 2 with him(and it would be about the same if I put her with Felix or Mason bc they're also both very open about being attracted to you, it's just the tone/nature that changes). With Adam, while she wouldn't be flinging herself at him or anything, she would be a little more obvious with showing signs of her attraction. She'd figure his reticence was due to not being sure she felt the same(he's a vampire, could be from an era/culture with standards about "protecting a lady's honor") and want to clear that up. So it would be little things like touching his arm or holding his gaze. Stuff that's obvious without being forward.

I mentioned in the original post that the main things attracting them to each other is her genuineness(there is no guile in this girl) and how much he cares about his team(she'd notice that real quick). He worries her sweetness/trusting nature is going to get her hurt and she's terrified his protective streak is going to get him hurt again. Enter Trapper Fight and the "Tu omnia" which she would need Nate to translate for her bc she doesn't know Latin. She would definitely go supernatural research on his route and I would go feRAL over the library scene. And while she's willing to give him time and be patient, I feel like moving in to book 3, when it's really hard to deny this mutual attraction, she would start gently pushing for him to either commit or explain why he can't bc this back and forth isn't fair to either of them.

ALRIGHT THAT GOT LONG, sorry about that.

🖊 Mallory/Nate isn't super fleshed out as a concept, I just really like the idea of them together bc she will call him on his bullshit when he tries to deflect about discussing his past and he's easygoing to work with her wanting to be in charge while having the patience to deal with how long it takes her to open up. Suave enough to navigate her prickly topics, too, and the mental image of the fourteen inch height difference is also hilarious. She would want to Protect so badly with him, even if he is a foot and change taller than her. xD Bc he cares about people and he's so good and gentle and the world needs more people like that. Even if they're actually centuries-old vampires.

🖊 Janine/Mason is also not very fleshed out, just Sunshine/Grump pairings are my JAM. While there would still be flirting, it's far less sarcastic/challenge-mode than Kasey's flirting with him. Janine just likes him and is so genuinely sweet and charming, the "Sweetheart" nickname starts almost mocking and the shift to it being a more genuine thing is so subtle Mason doesn't even really notice he's doing it.(Nate and Felix sure do👀👀👀) Janine would want to hold off on sex until it means something, further confusing him about why he's so drawn to her and why he likes her so much, when she doesn't even want to "have fun". The bakery scene in book 3 would be BRUTAL, she would leave in tears, Mason's internal monologue would be something along the lines fuckfuckfuCK SHIT FUCK. >:3

🖊Kasey/Felix is the other one I've put some decent thought into. It starts out just as fun. It's casual flirting, at least on her end, sweet how much he cares, and he's kind of adorable, but Felix is definitely to more invested of the two of them until the Carnival Date. His unmitigated joy sends her just plunging head over heels, like she stepped into the deep end of a pool with no warning and she doesn't even look back. ("Look how happy you are, that's so much sexier than any pout" Girl's a GONER) She loves taking advantage of being slightly taller to wrap her arm around his shoulders, he's jokingly asked for piggyback rides bc he thinks it'd be funny. She would hesitate even more than Janine did about saving him vs Sanja in the Trapper fight. I think she would still save Sanja, but fullblown panic attack about seeing him so hurt, like we're talking walks like a zombie, Nate or Mason has to drag her by the arm to get her where they need her to go, absolutely stays when Felix asks and wraps around him like a very protective big spoon.

🍪🍪🍪Cookies for anyone who read all that, I'm now taking bets on how long until I run at least the AJ/Adam one(I'm a teeny little nudge away), and I'm high-key amused all these swaps put my girls in the perfect spot to rack up friend points with their bffs xD (AJ-Felix, Mallory-Mason, Janine-Nate, Kasey-Adam)

[simshousewindsor]

ST. SAMUEL’S SUN

[St. Samuel Abbey Church | Franklin, San Myshuno]

Father Jakes: Wow, twice in one month! We rarely get visitors as interested in the church’s history as you, ma’am. Thank you for such a large donation also. We don't have many visitors but, as requested, the church is closed for the day so that I can give you a more detailed tour. You said we’re waiting for one more?

[??]: Thank you, Father Jakes. Yes, he should be here any moment. I’d love to hear about the paintings history again.

(church doors open)

Grand Duchess Kamill: Ah, here he is now!

Father Jakes: (gasp) Is that King George?

Grand Duchess Kamill: Perfect timing, Your Majesty.

King George: Wow! This church is a magnificent work of art!

Father Jakes: Your Majesty! It’s an honor. I was not expecting this. I...

Will Gates: Yes?

Father Jakes: I...I... My apologies! 

Father Jakes: The painting of “Lady Bell”. Yes. We were told Lady Bell came to the abbey in the 1780s, seeking refuge. The abbey was run by nuns and mid-wives then. Her time here is unaccounted for but she would have either been a midwife or assistant to one. Lady Bell must have been important to the sisters.

Grand Duchess Kamill: Why do you say that?

Father Jakes: That portrait had hung here since the mid 1800s, long forgotten until you first showed up two weeks ago and recognized Lady Bell in the portrait during the tour.

King George: So, Isabella came here after fleeing Windenburg during the Great War! It’s where she hid and recovered. She felt safe here which is why she hid the portrait here.

Father Jakes: We’ll start downstairs where the painting was hanging.

King George: It’s great seeing you, Will. I’ve been meaning to call you. Thank you for helping decipher the journal for us. I know you didn't have to help me after what happened.

Will Gates: With all due respect, sir, everything isn't always about you. Isabella was my ancestor too, George! I’m just as curious about her life as you and Kamill. 

King George: You’re right. 

Father Jakes: The portrait was moved down here in the early 1910s. This small dining room is for the Abbey Keeper.

King George: No-one ever questioned the portrait? None of the Keepers or Fathers questioned why there was a portrait of Queen Isabella hanging here and not one of Saint Samuel or a former Father?

Grand Duchess Kamill: That’s what I thought!

Father Jakes: We have always been a small abbey, Your Majesty. I doubt those nuns had any idea Lady Bell was a Queen! We assumed she was a former nun or important midwife.

King George: She wouldn't have been a Queen during her time here. We believe she became Queen consort after she left the abbey, but may have returned or remained close to a nun here.

Father Jakes: This was the lower basement until it was renovated into a crypt in the 1870s. 

Grand Duchess Kamill: Are there bones inside these caskets? That’s nasty!

Father Jakes: Saint Samuel, our patron saint, was said to be very calm in nature. He never raised his voice in anger. He died in 1832.

King George: Never raised his voice? No wonder he’s a saint!

Will Gates: When did you say this basement was remodeled?

Father Jakes: In the 1870s, I believe. Why?

Will Gates: Isabella mentioned something in her journal about a room in the basement but there are no rooms in here.

Will Gates: The 1870s was known for unique structural architecture. Hmm, what did her journal say about the sun?

Father Jakes: I don't think we should be back this far. It’s not safe. We are disturbing the tomb of Saint Samuel! Please!

Will Gates: There is something about the sun facing his tomb that is different than the others. (shocked) The dial turns! That’s what she meant in her journal!

(Will struggles to turn the dial)

Grand Duchess Kamill: Look! The wall is moving back. Is that dust coming from underneath?

Father Jakes: “What’s happening? What is that?  What did you do?”

Will Gates: A hidden door!

King George: (gasp) Does anyone have a flashlight?

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[piss-stained-jorts]

list of notable customers from my job working at Dollar Tree for a year, in no particular order

Handsome Cashier from Electronics Express who is always polite. loves to come in for snacks and a quick hello

Old Bald Man who liked to complain about being old. doesn't complain about it as much anymore. fun to do that midwestern dad bit of "aaaay who let you in here old man?" with

NEWCOMER to the list just met today! honest and polite Candy Cane Man. let me take my time finishing a task i had been doing. i "accidentally" rang up 15 candy canes instead of 16 as thanks for this politeness. he returned to the store, gave me the candy cane and a dollar, and told me I had rang him up incorrectly. also handsome

Green. that's what he said his name is. rides a bike and just recently got himself a job! good on ya, Green!

Kid Who Stands Next To Me. doesn't come around anymore. i pretend she's annoying me and she "annoys" me on purpose. both of us are committed to the bit

Quarter Boy (ft. Question Sister). two curious kids with parents who do not give a fuck. no sense of boundaries, so me and the other cashiers kept wondering if he belonged to one of us. he doesn't. just kinda runs amok in the store shaking people down for quarters. i probably shouldn't enable him by giving him quarters, but it's funny. Quarter Boy and Question Sister love to ask questions about literally anything and everything they see

Balding Gay Man. slightly extra and kind. would be sassy if he weren't a total sweetheart, i think. always has a smile for me and calls me things like "honey" and "love." broke as the rest of us. has a balding spot in his 20s/30s. he's either just naturally very friendly, or he's worked retail before and wants to make my life easier. not sure which it is, and i don't care because i win, whatever the answer is

Old Man Who Likes To Guess The Total Before I Give It. doesn't do this much anymore since the new taxes have made guessing the total more tricky. he's either a wretched, unwavering conservative, or the kind of guy you could have a nice lemonade with. hard to tell

Lady Who Might Be Flirting With Me. the first time she met me, she called me "pretty face." She also calls one of the other female cashiers this. not sure if socially awkward and kind, or flirty and kind. not gay myself, but would prefer it to be the latter. a currency i can't spend is still valuable!

Stationary Lady. freckly ginger lady who shares my love of stationary. she bought me a highlighter!

Guy Who Works At The Dicks Sporting Goods Next Door. not much to say about him. he's just a regular, so i recognize him whenever he comes in

DISHONORABLE MENTION: Hug Man. he always wants a hug, and I'm too conflict-avoidant to say no. he's not a jerk, but i don't like hugs from men i'm not close to. that's dangerous. i'd rather endure physical contact from a stranger than ever make someone mad or awkward at me, so I just kinda go with it

HONORABLE MENTION: Every Old Man Who Wears A Particular Kind Of Hat. there's a style of hat that reminds me of someone I used to know. big cool internet guy who thought i was cool and told me i'm good at art. wore a hat like that

[verminviscount]

ive been made aware that i have strong opinions on my personal ranking of percy jackson characters so im making a post about it. bc thats what we do here on tungle.hell. experiencing brain worms? spread the word. @garecc i invite you to include your own brain worms here

for those who may not know, which i expect is most of my followers here, Travis (garecc) and i go way back to the days of a trials of apollo discord server that has since crumbled under the weight of various discourse and does not exist at this time. so if anyone understands pjo brain rot, its him.

ONTO THE RANKING. ill be focusing on main characters bc if i include side characters we'll be here all day and Sally Jackson would be every character in this top 5.

1. Hazel Levesque. Deserves better in the eyes of fandom. Gained pretty good control over the mist within one book. Has a cool magic horse. Similar tragic backstory to Nico, but not sulking about it. No shame in sulking, but its cool to see someone go through bad shit and come out still feeling mostly okay.

2. Will Solace. Unfortunately for me, I haven't finished the trials of apollo series yet, so i dont know THAT much about Will as he's primarily a background character. But Apollo kids and medics both get my utmost respect and appreciation, always. and he's a little bit of a sarcastic little shit, but the kind where people dont get annoyed with you bc its almost always funny and lighthearted. i know from hearing people talk about tsats that he's also a Sad Boy (which is to be expected as a demigod, tragedy physically cannot leave you alone.), and im excited to read about someone with my personality go through a mental breakdown :D!

3. Frank Zhang. Listen to me. How can he not be this high up. I don't even know where to begin with this guy, he's so gods damned cool. He's just such a good character and a good dude too! I'd love to be his friend. What a sweetheart, iirc he was the only person at camp jupiter who wasnt freaked out by Nico? he's so nice. children of Ares/Mars are usually mean, and he's so nice. i love him so much. also his life force is connected to a chunk of wood, which is kinda neat. he's a legacy of poseidon. he's canadian. im pretty sure his first name is Westernized bc his grandma calls him Fai, my last name was westernized when my great grandparents came over so i sort of get it though not nearly to the same degree. I ALMOST FORGOT HE CAN SHAPESHIFT!!! DUDE what a cool guy. we gotta move on, i gotta cut myself off. give him more attention in your fan works

4. Nico di Angelo. obviously a fan favorite, but im talking canon Nico here. im not talking about an uwu soft emo boi. im talkin about a sarcastic, pessimistic, deeply insecure little dude. listen, im not gonna talk about the things i love about nico because its been said a million times. its nothing new. im just gonna say that i love reading about characters that go through awful awful trauma and still overcome and find joy on the other side.

5. Rachel Elizabeth Dare. so my impulse is to put Leo here bc i adored him when i first read HoO. and if i didnt really think about it, i wouldve put him. but... Rachel!! how can you not love her! a mortal lady who can see through the mist, she fought with a hairbrush, she's the liveliest and loveliest oracle of delphi camp halfblood has ever and will ever know, she’s from money and hates it, she's an activist, an artist, way more helpful than the last oracle for sure. the mummy in the attic just left you to fend for yourself, Rachel will at least try to help you interpret what a prophecy means. she's blunt and talks a mile a minute, i love seeing my "flaws" represented positively in media.

honorable mentions: Leo Valdez of course, easily my number 6 spot. Apollo/Lester, we love seeing immense character development. Grover Underwood, probably the first time i ever had a definitive favorite character. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, romance would be dead and we wouldnt have a series without them.

[lillieghoul]

NejiHina Week 2024

Into The Nothing

Prompt: Lady and Knight

Neji had recently returned from the hospital, his body still frail, his movements deliberate and measured. His spirit seemed quiet, subdued in a way that made her heart ache.

That day, she had found him in the courtyard, sitting beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree. The gentle breeze toyed with his hair, long and unkempt, the once-pristine locks now tangled and dull.

"Hinata-sama," he had called softly when he sensed her presence. "I may need your help with something."

"What is it, Neji-niisan?" she asked, moving closer.

His expression was distant, his blind eyes turned toward the horizon. "It's… my hair," he said, hesitating. "Cut it off."

"Cut it off?" she echoed, shocked. "But... why?"

"Short hair will be easier to tend," he said, his voice subdued. "I... don't like asking for help."

She tried to observe his wrinkled expression, as if even mentioning asking for help left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Is that... the only reason?" she asked.

"There is no reason to keep it anymore," he said firmly. "A relic of nobility, of heritage… of battle. None of it matters now. A knight without a cause has no need for a banner."

She had stared at him for a long moment, her heart aching at the weight he carried alone. Finally, she shook her head, not that he could see it. "Let me… wash it first," she said quietly.

Fetching a basin of warm water and a comb, she returned to the courtyard. Sitting behind him, she gently untangled the knots, her fingers working with care. The cool water trickled through the strands as she lathered them with soap, her touch soft but deliberate.

"You're not a knight without a cause," she said after a moment, her voice steady. "You're still here, Neji-niisan. You've always been my knight, even when I didn't deserve it."

He had remained silent, his shoulders stiff, but she felt the faintest tremor ripple through him.

"And a knight's banner," she continued, weaving her words carefully, "is more than just a symbol. It's a part of who they are. Your hair… it's a part of you, Neji-niisan. It carries the strength, the grace, and the honor of the man who has protected me countless times."

He sighed, the tension in his posture easing slightly. "You always insist on seeing things differently," he muttered, though his tone was free of reproach or irritation. He leaned slightly against her touch.

"I'll take care of it," she promised. "I'll trim it, but I won't let you discard a part of yourself."

When she finished, she braided his hair carefully, her fingers lingering on the smooth strands.

He hadn't said much after that, but she had noticed the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his lips, an expression of quiet acceptance.

Now, sitting beside him in the dim hospital room, her fingers instinctively found the braid she had tied earlier that day. She smoothed her hand over it, her voice soft but firm.

"You're still my knight," she murmured, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "And I'll always be your lady, whether you believe in banners or not."

The memory was enough for Neji's lips to curve into the faintest hint of a smile, despite the pain.

"You've… always been too kind," he said weakly. "Even now… you're worrying about me… when I'm the one… who should have protected you."

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