#i am doing everything correctly so why do i just keep ending up with spiky strawberry legs

[druetta3]

Did anyone else do the bare minimum to take care of yourself because you didn't care? Then later came out as trans and started taking better care of yourself but now it feels like you're in a constant uphill battle with your body? Or is that just me?

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Gojo Satoru general headcanons

Let's get one thing clear: this man is absolutely chaotic. He is always full of energy. His energy levels never reach below 50%. He is loud and proud, always running, and never takes a minute to relax.

Do not give him Monster. Shoko did that once and it took her forever to get him off the ceiling. Also, avoid caffeine. Shoko replaces his normal coffee with decaf and he still hasn't noticed the difference. Keep it that way.

He was the class clown when he was younger. He wasn't exactly a trouble maker, but he may as well be. I cannot word that sentence and I am sorry. Next.

All of his teachers assumed he never listened in class, so they always called in him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. It still shocked them every time he rattled off the correct answer.

Not only did he answer the question correctly, but he could also explain his reasoning behind the answer, and if it was multiple choice, explain why the other answers were wrong. 

This tall man child would march up to the board and absolutely fill it to the brim with work, turn around, drop the chalk-like a mic drop and walk back to his desk with the smuggest look on his face.

That doesn't mean he did the work tho

Idk how schools in japan work but we all know schools in America only care about the amount of work you do and not what you actually know so we'll use that for the sake of the headcanon: he had straight D's bc he never turned in his work

Despite not doing the work snd goofing off, teachers actually really liked him

A lot of people liked him and he was super popular, but he still felt alone

Fake friends, you know how that works, he didn't meet any real friends until he became a shaman

Clean freak. This dude actually makes his bed. He scrubs his bathroom twice a week. His desk can get cluttered but he straightens up once a week. He's not exactly a germaphobe because

He cannot respect your personal space and that's actually canon but let me take it a step further 

He's a slapper. Especially when he laughs. It doesn't hurt, it's playful dw. He hugs you from behind especially when he's cold. He picks you up and carries you around. He will grab your wrist, arm, or hand and lead you around even if you're following him. He lays his legs across you or lays across your lap. Puts his head on your shoulder. Platonic cuddling between friends is mandatory. He's just so hands-on it's ridiculous.

Unless you explicitly tell him you're uncomfortable he won't stop

Don't worry, if you aren't in that type of relationship, your no-no square is safe. Except, if you seem chill, he will slap your ass regardless of friendship status. His ass is also slappable. You can't tell me Geto and Gojo didn't run around slapping each other asses, okay

He was weird and scrawny as a child. He didn't start beefing out until he started training to be a shaman and he's still kinda smaller than most beefy boys

He can pick you up and throw you around easily. He carried around a 170 pound Yuji like a sack of potatoes and can easily carry around three times that weight

It's amazing he's so tiny because you remember 2014 Shane Dawson making all of those wack ass desserts that was just s pile of chaos wrapped in chocolate?

He can eat every last bite of one of those monstrosities without getting a stomach ache, gaining weight, or dying basically

He knows bc Yuji dared him to do it

He has really cold hands and feet

He sounds old. Let me elaborate. He's constantly cracking his joints. They also creak when he moves. He complains about body pains like he's 80 y/o

He also shares wisdom with the kids as if he's actually 80 y/o

It's irrelevant advice that doesn't make sense but is also useful. Megumi can't count the number of times he's asked Gojo for feedback on his technique but had been told to remember to chew 40 times or never go to bed angry

Starts off sentences with "now son" and "when I was your age"

He uses his blindfold as a headband when he wants his hair out of his face. He also uses headbands as... Headbands... When he wants to wear sunglasses but get his hair out of his face

He owns so many pairs of sunglasses but he always wears the same pair

He's only bought a handful of them himself, most of them are gifts

No one knows what to get him for Christmas or his birthday bc he has everything, so they resort to sunglasses

His favorite pair is a pair that Shoko and Geto bought him as a gag. He thought they were dead serious, though, so he wore them around for a month

They were heart-shaped, rose-tinted glasses

Can you believe this man doesn't use any gel or anything to keep his hair spiky with the blindfold on? It just naturally defies gravity when the blindfold is on

Tell this man he's pretty because he already knows. He's narcissistic but not the cringy kind

Photogenic as hell. Takes great pictures from any angle. 

He gives everyone a different story as to why he covers his eyes. Sometimes he says it's because his eyes are too pretty and are a distraction. Sometimes he says it's because the sunglasses/bandages/blindfold look cooler than his eyes. Sometimes he says it's to protect the six eyes from seeing things he doesn't want to see. The world may never know

He's tried covering his whole face before, but he thinks he's too pretty for that. He at least wants one of his many amazing features to be shown at all times.

So about his driver's license;

He knows how to drive. He can be a good driver. When he wants to be. He just doesn't have a driver's license.

Now he TELLS people he just never got around to getting one, however, there's a rumor he lost it due to too many parking tickets

It's amazing the only tickets he's ever gotten have been from that and once he got caught without a seatbelt; he would have gotten out of that one if he hadn't been flirting with the police officer so bad

This doesn't stop Gojo from driving places though

He steals Ijichi's car a LOT and Ijichi DOESN'T KNOW HOW like??? The windows are never broken and it doesn't look hotwired-

Gojo has a key

You're not even supposed to be able to duplicate car keys but Gojo did 

Also; none of the first-year trio knows he doesn't have a driver's license, though that much should be painfully obvious

He whips around corners, speeds up at yellow lights, goes "watch this" and does a donut, it's just a mess

The poor students have to sit in the backseat too. Just imagine Megumi with all three seatbelts around him like that one meme.

He thrives off of Nobara and Yuji screaming from the backseat, and he can see Megumi being smooshed because he thought the middle seat was the safest through the rearview mirror

Which he doesn't even need because of the six eyes

Despite being such a reckless driver, he knows when danger will happen, so he's never once gotten in a wreck

He blasts the radio, which makes up for the driving.

Has a habit of getting in a car and ending up in the McDonalds drive-thru

Steals other people's fries and keeps the fullest one for himself.

He was rebellious as a kid and teenager, but hey, at least his juvie record is sealed 

He's been detained and in the back of a cop car many times, but the reason was never really bad enough for him to be arrested. Mostly he's just being mouthy. And the time he got caught spray painting on the side of a building. And that one time he and Getou hopped the fence to get into the local pool. And that other time-

It got worse after Getou wasn't around to get him out of trouble. Suddenly, breaking the rules wasn't fun anymore and he mellowed out. 

Tried alcohol and cigarettes before he was legal. Decided neither was his thing, however, he did start drinking occasionally when he was legal.

He's a fucking chaotic drunk. Oh my god he's absolutely feral

Most bars in the vicinity know him by name and they sigh whenever he walks in

Shoko is his emergency contact. She hates it

Shoko has to drag drunk Gojo home at least twice a month and is not happy about it

Once she left him in an alley. He made it home okay so she guesses it's fine

Once he got so drunk he spilled beer on his sock. The thought the fastest way to dry them was by sticking them in the microwave. Forgot about it until someone asked, "Who the fuck is cooking socks???"

I feel it important he was in the break room of the local grocery store and no one knows how he got there

As he was escorted out he stole a grocery cart and rode away in it while singing Don't Threaten Me (With A Good Time) by Panic! At The Disco

He has no alcohol tolerance at all what so ever

He will literally just stare at you and giggle

It's funny he's really flirty but also doesn't seal the deal. Literally, every woman in that bar is willing to get in his bed but he declines every offer. No one knows why

Its because he respects women

He helps his students break the rules as long as they're within reason. Once night Yuji was really hungry and after having a temper tantrum he couldn't order Uber eats bc the school is supposed to be secret Gojo helped sneak him out to get food. Who needs curfew anyway.

The shirts in his closet range from like twenty bucks to the iconic rich bitch shirt the kids ruined in that one chapter we all know the one 

He still wears that by the way, he calls it "art" 

When he was younger, Megumi drew a picture of Gojo being eaten by his shadow dogs. Gojo found it and now it's framed in his room.

He keeps up with current trends and memes like no one's business. This is how he bonds with his kids.

Don't call him old, but also, he'll tell you to respect your elders it's a mess

He has a lot of games on his phone. You can usually find him holding his phone sideways playing some RPG game he probably spent too much money on 

He did hop on the Pokemon Go hype train but after becoming overpowered he got bored

This happens to a lot of games. He pays way too much money, gets to be the strongest in the server, and gets bored

He likes games where you can kill other people's troops and likes to watch as they lose all their power

I canon him as being borderline sadistic

This is why he's Sakata Gintoki reincarnated

White hair, sweet tooth, black leather clothes, dad vibes, never takes anything seriously bc when he does he's scary as fuck, the works.

He is Sakata Gintoki

He liked Gintama growing up. He watched a lot of iconic shows as they aired. He considers himself an og

He's hella bilingual

Because he's the strongest he goes overseas for missions a lot. Because of this he speaks a lot of languages and knows a lot about international cuisine 

He takes pictures of himself eating disgusting foods like snails. He never likes them but he loves the idea of Nobara gagging back in japan

Has paperwork sitting untouched on his desk from three months ago that he will not touch for at least another three months

Does the crossword puzzles in the newspaper every week

Uses humor as a coping mechanism and it honestly just became a personality

Constantly popping his joints. I'm sorry if you find this gross I too find it gross.

Probably brought home every stray animal he ever met ever until he was at least like 22 y/o

Tags: @wasabito @kittaliapenn

[totallytododeku]

☁ studying together ( x reader hc's) ☁

characters: midoriya, bakugou, todoroki, kirishima, yaoyorozu, uraraka, + ashido

genre: fluff  <33

☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁

I. Midoriya 🌳🍀🌻

this poor boy is so excited to be spending time with you

but he will not take his nose out of his textbook

he can't help it

he's so happy to be in the hero course he takes his schoolwork a little too seriously

however, you can use this to your advantage ;)

normally you're almost as invested in his journey to becoming the next Symbol of Peace and achieving his dream as he is

and you would never dream of doing anything that could jeopardize it

So you were silently bouncing off the walls with glee when you realized he was impervious to distractions when it came to studying

literally anything is fair game

which is why studying with him is your new favorite time of day

pet his hair

kiss his cheeks

climb into his lap

pat his head

hold his non-dominant hand

hug him from behind his chair

rest your head on his shoulder and take a nap

do whatever you want

you can basically do anything to him while he's studying without having to worry about distracting him

he will blush a little bit of you kiss him but but you think it's adorable

lol turn on whatever tv or music you want

but only if you're done with your work!!

hes very adamant that you keep up with your work as best you can do you can graduate side by side and be pro heroes together someday

K. Bakugou 💣💥 📢

he would totally be the one to invite you to study and he would probably want to study in his dorm

it's super quiet and nobody will bother you guys because they know it's that spiky gremlin's room

overall his room just has a really relaxing atmosphere

you love being near him as much as possible

and he's much more affectionate in the comfort of his dorm room

but that doesn't mean he's gonna go easy on u ;-;

he still has his gruff attitude and will make sure you're studying every day

or else he will call u baka and force you to sit down and study until you know all your material

he's actually a great tutor tho

he writes out all the work for each problem and explains them thoroughly

all while holding in you in his arms while you sit in his lap

sometimes you can convince him to play a game with you where every time you get an answer right he gives you a kiss

but you whine when you get one wrong and he won't kiss you

he huffs before giving you a kiss while still trying to look annoyed

stupid girl he mutters

but he pulls you a bit closer to him to hide his blush and moves on to the next problem despite your giggles

S. Todoroki ❄🔥🍜

he doesn't really need to study but he doesn't know how to just .. relax

like he doesn't know how to not do what his dad tells him to do

and his dad wants him to study

it's just easier for Todoroki to do what his dad wants than to rebel

that is, it was

Until he met you and the dekusquad

obviously everyone cares about their homework and wants to graduate well and go Plus Ultra!

but study sessions with Todoroki usually end up just being you guys trying to help him be less hard on himself while you have him as a captive audience

he doesn't really mind, though, especially when it's just you two

the intimacy of studying together in comfortable silence and just

enjoying each other's company

makes his heart go (*￣∇￣*)

like i said he doesn't really need to study so he'll just end up helping you review material

please just ... hold his hand :)

after you're done studying for the day just pull him into a hug and over to your bed

he needs a nap

you feel warm fuzzies inside from how caring he's been to sit with you while you finished your homework and bring you warm tea

you don't even think you just

Time for cuddles :3

it becomes your daily ritual to study together and then cuddle

he always falls asleep in your arms with a small smile

E. Kirishima 🗿🗿🗿

(HAHAHSHNSJ THE 🗿 EMOJI OMG I'M LITERALLY SO FUNNY LOL I'M CRYING)

"Okay, Y/N, let's study hard and do our homework like men!" *fist-pumping the air and grinning like an idiot*

"...what's so funny? "

he doesn't care if you're not a man it's his trademark

he likes to study at his desk because he says it's "important to stay focused and work diligently"

generally he is the least focused person, ever. besides kaminari.

however, he's so energetic and enthusiastic that once you sit down and start studying he'll be able to keep your motivation up until you've finished all your homework

GREAT at studying for tests and quizzes (in theory)

he will never give up

like I said he could keep studying for hours once he sets his mind to it

So you have to compromise and get him to study in short bursts throughout the day to help him have a better chance of remembering anything ;-;

his memory is not great but it's kinda cute

you, being the smart cookie that u are, realized the best way to help him memorize things was to study with flashcards frequently throughout the weekend while doing other activities

so you plan to hang out together and do something fun every week while having your study material on index cards in your back pockets

it's a literal study date.

a weekly date out to the mall or the park or a little coffee shop but with math trivia thrown in randomly throughout the afternoon!! :D

Of course he was ready to turn it into a game he's a literal puppy

he just wants to show you you can be proud of him

you giggle lightly when you hear him say that and let him know that you'll always be proud of him, no matter what

M. Yaoyorozu 👑🏆☕

studyblr wants what u have.

studying in momo's room makes you feel like a Victorian young lady studying moral philosophy, writing poetry about the mourning doves outside the garden window, and waiting for her husband to come home from sailing the seven seas

it's your Belle moment where she's in the royal library except it's every day

stacks of beautiful, old books

the smell of the crisp, white pages

soft classical music floating through the air

the window cracked open slightly

and you are the luckiest student in all of UA because you get to study with the smartest girl in the whole school

she's also gorgeous and sweet and perfect which def doesn't hurt

u know that joke that ur teacher can spend a year explaining something and u never understand but then a random indian guy on YouTube explains it in 2 minutes and you finally get it

she is that random indian guy

you will never struggle with a single concept after you start studying with her

And she's so proud of you for every little question you answer correctly

(even thought she's the one that explained it all so well in the first place)

it's the definition of comfortable silence

she insists that neither of you study too hard and that you take lots of breaks to stretch

she says its to help you stay concentrated but really she just wants to feel your gentle hands on her shoulders as you massage out the knots

you take turns kneading the tension out of each other's shoulders

you feel a pleasant tingle down your spine at the feeling of her soft breath on the back of your neck

She pulls away and you share awkward smiles, neither of you realizing the other one of blushing, too

(((*≧艸≦)ﾌﾟﾌﾟｯ

O. Uraraka 🌜🚀🙏

ur actually super productive study buddies

Like u started studying together and then all of a sudden you were almost at the top of your class

she's just so sweet that being with her gives you the energy you need to write that essay all in one sitting instead of procrastinating like a normal person

Shows up at your dorm with snacks and drinks to keep your energy up!! :D

even though she's still going to end up getting sleepy anyway later in the afternoon

You get most of your studying done at the beginning of your study date so it's not really a problem

you know she doesn't have a lot of money to be throwing around so you pay for dinner every night

It's usually takeout but sometimes you guys make your own dinner for fun!

it always turns out almost inedible and burned because neither of you were paying attention to the stove

don't let baku see it or he'll start screaming about how you need to try your best at everything so he can beat you fair and square and that includes cooking too

neither you nor uraraka can handle spicey food so you never eat what Bakugou cooks for the class

You grab a few bags of chips and some sushi and shut yourselves in your dorm to pull an all-nighter study session about once a month

it should make you tired but, again, studying with her is so enjoyable that you don't mind

u two enjoy each others company in studying so much that you sometimes read ahead in your textbooks just to be able to study more

overall, hanging out with her is just lighthearted and filled with giggles

and you just so happen to get all your homework done along the way

M. Ashido 👾👽🚿

"studying" with her is so much fun

Hanging out with Mina in general is so much fun

it's impossible not to smile when she's around so even if you have a huge exam tomorrow, all your worries fade away just from being with her

She is pretty distracting in cases where you actually wanted to get stuff done

But you don't care

Change of plans

you're doing mani pedi's with Mina

No more studying

it's not as bad as it sounds though

You're not slacking off or anything and you can still keep your grades up with help from your other friends like Momo and Iida

you guys are just goofing off in the privacy of your dorm room when you should be studying

"It's not a crime to be young, Y/ N ;)"

she's just so energetic and happy like a little pink ball of sunshine

you can't help but laugh at her silliness and cute antics after a long day of classes

she makes your heart beat faster like you're on a roller coaster but without the nerves

somehow you feel giddy and comfortable in her presence at the same time

it doesn't matter what you two are doing, you always have fun

make sure she goes to bed on time, though, or she might end up baking a seven-tier cake at 3 am and Bakugou will scream at you for waking him up

don't feed her after midnight lmao

i started writing this after i almost died of boredom in my online calc class. my senioritis is already kicking in and it's still September (｡-ω-)  

[themadauthorshatter]

PG-13 NINJAGO REWRITE/UNIVERSE ALTERATIONS!

This is basically if the show was meant for a more teenaged and mature audience. I don't know how long this will be, but I'll just start with the characters first, because I can

Because he's my favorite, and I love him, Zane's first: Instead of being a robot, how about something more tragic? DECADES remotely close to the series beginning, Zane was in a very nice family. An adopted, blended family, but a nice family nonetheless. So, what happened? A storm? A fire? A natural disaster? Worse. A war. A raid made by the opposing side, more specifically. Zane protected his siblings and villagers from attackers, but was grabbed and lined up for execution. When they grabbed and injured an elderly man, Zane attacked the officer and punched him. A lot. Another officer muzzle bumped him off and beat him to death in front of his family. The ally side arrive and save everyone. Too bad they're too late to save Zane. All, but one. A scientist who's been reformed and is skilled in mechanics and artificial organs; synthetics. He's also lost his own son. He deserts into the woods with Zane and gets to work, replacing Zane's skin with a stretchy material close to what you find in the legs of old barbie dolls, where the legs and heads were soft, his hair with- well, wig hair, his bones and joints with metal and clock work, his normal eyes with porcelain doll eyes, and his heart with a core that keeps him running and alive. Think Tony Stark's arc reactor, but if it's removed, Zane has 15 minutes to put it back or else he'll die and stay dead. It took FOREVER, but Zane eventually awoke up. The doctor, fuck it, was so relieved and helped Zane sit up and get used to being alive again-and half metal, but let's focus on his motor skills first. He lived with this doctor for a VERY, VERY long time. For context, if we were to set this in 2021, Zane would have died in around 1923 and been brought back in 1944 and saw the doctor that worked on him die in 2010. He's OLD. Back on track, Zane learned all he does, reading, talking, cooking, and whatnot, until the master of ice pays a visit and spends the day with Zane, asking him who he is, how old he is, and how long he's been with the doctor. After his visit, and Wu's, the doctor starts to see Zane slowly realize what's happened to him, but also question where his family is. Turns out the war wasn't easily won because the doctor shows Zane a family in a graveyard, near where they live. HIS FAMILY. And his name is there too. After this, Zane is traumatized, refusing to eat, drink, sleep, and talk, even ignoring his companion in the form of the Falcon. When the doctor sees Zane shaking sporadically, and sees him drooling a lot, he realizes the toll this is all taking on his son, who breaks down emotionally and mentally in his arms.

"F-father?"

"Yes? What is it, Zane?"

"I'm supposed to be dead, right? The tombstone in the graveyard, I should be under it, right?"

Cue silence from the doctor.

"Do you love me?"

"More than life itself."

"And... you would do anything for me?"

"Anything. Why?"

"I want to die. I want you to destroy me!"

The doctor gasps and hugs Zane close.

"I can't! You're my son, Zane! I can't lose you!"

"Am I your son, or your prized possession built from scrap parts and a corpse?"

"Zane-"

"I had a sister!" Zane snaps. "A mother! A father! And three brothers and a cousin and an uncle! I died protecting them and here I am while they rest beneath the ground!"

"You're my son, Zane!" The doctor holds Zane's shoulders to steady him. "You're my son, and I do love you. You're all that I have now, son."

Zane, broken and miserable, apologizes to his father as he drives a screwdriver into his own head, forcing his father to catch him as he falls down.

When Zane comes to, he's resting in his bed and feels worse than ever, as in he's sad and guilty for going off on his father the way he did.

The doctor apologizes for not telling him sooner, admitting that Zane's recovery took so long that resurrecting his whole family would be impossible, even if he'd taught Zane how to do it, no one in his family had the same blood type and some were even allergic to the medicine used to keep Zane's body fresh.

When Zane feels a poke in his head and notices his foot twitches at random, he gets curious. "What are you working on now?"

"You've been having seizures recently. I want to make sure the small cables and wires in your brain are all set correctly, so I know none of them are causing it."

"I see."

"Can you say your name?"

"Zane."

"Can you spell it?"

Cue some focused humming as Zane struggles a little bit. "Z... A...I-"

"Wrong. Try again."

"Z... A..." Long pause. "N... E."

"Good."

"Can... Can you change things from your position? Effect my movements and mind?"

"I can try."

"Can you make me forget?"

The doctor tells Zane it would be better if he remembered his family, but Zane weeps as he admits he'll tey to destroy himself again, if he remembers his family; it's not just grief, it's also a huge amount of guilt over the fact that he's alive while his family is dead.

The doctor agrees and hides his memories of his family.

He also rigs the same wiring to his heart rate monitor; when he dies, Zane will leave and forget him, and the fact that he is supposed to be dead. He'll forget just about everything, except for his name, how to read, breathe, eat, and take care of himself.

AND THAT HAPPENS.

Zane wanders through the woods, mute and silent until some villagers take him in and give him shelter. It takes a village to raise a child, so the village pitches in. Some children try getting him to play with them, but he only stands and stares, even when a little girl tells him she thinks he's cute.

Wu finds him again, and takes him to the monastery, where Jay and Cole are.

They do not like Zane. He stands, he stares, and he barely pays attention to what they have to say, though he does stare at Wu a lot.

They also think he's creepy because, well... remember that one stance Arthur does in the movie Joker, where he stands holding himself between the door frames and looks really creepy? Zane does that. A lot. In the morning when they wake him up and at night when they're about to go to sleep.

They sort of got what was wrong when he had a seizure while cooking; Cole was talking and explaining why he and Jay were keeping their diatance from him, and then heard Zane fall and the pot OF BOILING SOUP tumble on top of him. He shouted for Wu amd Jay and held Zane until the seizure stopped and Zane just stared at him tiredly and almost like he was about to cry.

"Are you... okay, Zane?"

"... Co... Cole?"

"Yeah? What is it?"

"... I'm sorry. Dinner is... going to have to wait." Zane tries to stand, but Jay holds his shoulder.

"Dude, are you sure? We can just order takeout for the night, if you're not up for cooking."

"I'm... I'm fine... J... J..."

Jay holds Zane in front of him by the shoulders. "I'm Jay. Remember?" Zane repeats Jay's name and Jay and Cole help him to sit down at the table.

"Perhaps you should rest for the evening and allow one of your brothers to prepare dinner tonight?" Wu highly recommends as he holds a hand on Zane's shoulder, in case he has another seizure.

Zane reluctantly agrees and Jay and Cole order a pizza; Zane offered to pay, but they told him to sit the hell down.

Upon meetung Kai, Zane is back at square one, except he has Cole and Jay to keep him in check and to help Kai gor when he gets weirded out.

They all get scared when they hear and see Zane banging his head against the wall, like bending his back and head back and curling into the wall as hard as he can and when he had a really bad seizure while sleeping, but don't bring it up because he stares off into space and stops cooking.

YOU CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW THEY REACTED WHEN THEY ALL GOIND OIT ZANE HAS BEEN DEAD ALL THIS TIME!!!!!!!

Personality wise, Zane is still smart, funny on accident, and very brave with a sixth sense, he's just the most "ninja" out of all the ninja because he's surprisingly light on his feet and quiet as a shadow. When he meets someone new, he doesn't talk. At all. It's a trust thing, so he'll whisper to anyone he does trust to talk back to the new person.

Still the ice ninja, but Kai made the mistake of interrupting a staring contest between Zane and his mirror reflection by tapping on his shoulder.

Zane spun around to face him with terrifying speed, but Kai backed up and held his hands up.

"Sorry, Zane. I just... You're... really cold."

Zane checked his outfit, which was long sleeved.

"I don't know, maybe... take a bath to warm up? Eat a little more? Get sime sunshine?"

Their one sided conversation ended with Zane staring at him before patting Kai on the head, and trying to make his spiky ass hair stay down, and returning to the mirror.

I should note:

ZANE AND MIRRORS DO NOT MIX.

He hates them. They freak him out. It has nothing to do with memories, he just gets scares that there's another him in another bathroom in another monastery in another Ninjago in another world, where it's all the same, but backwards. Sort of doesn't get that all reflective surfaces like ceramic plates, cutlery, and anyhting else of the sort are just reflecting light.

He doesn't get movies or video games, either. The other three tried teaching him, but he quickly became the player they had to look out for, because he'd get lost exploring the game's map rather than actually playing, which he found boring. Usually he'll just sit back and watch them play, ever the passive observer.

His seizures are due to immense stress and his memories trying to come back, but the little feat of tinkering his father did keeps fighting back, so whenever he's cooking and reminded of the doctor that saves him, he has a seizure.

He can take a lot of damage, but he's not good with getting electrocuted; if he's hit, he's down and useless for fifteen minutes, at least. Remember that cinstricti that almost killed him and Cole? Zane was more annoyed at the snake and concerned for Cole's safety rather than his. AND THE SNAKE DIDN'T FEEL ZANE'S RIBS. AT ALL.

The area around the core that keeps Zane alive is made if a similar material as those squishy slime balls that you sqeeze and the slime spews out of the little holes in the net, but a little more durable. Now that I think about it, it's made of a sort of ooblek substance, but it's a different matieral than cornstarche added. I don't know what, but it's made to keep the core, and Zane, from getting hurt.

Zane actually hides from Nya during her first few months of joining the team. Again, nothing to do with memory, he just got freaked out because she got kidnapped by the skeleton army. She keeps her distance, too, giving him glances and smiles while he stares at her, and Jay even switched seats with Nya to try and help Zane warm up to her, as in he'd sit next to her. He did so and got Nya to talk about something that had been eating her up inside, leading to her hugging him and crying in his shoulder. Kai and Jay were extremely close to yelling at him until Nya pulled away and thanked Zane, because she needed to cry.

When they go off on him for what happened to the monastery, Zane has a mini seizure until he sees the falcon and leaves just as the seizure starts.

Cole and Jay know what to do with these seizures, but when Kai first saw Zane having one, he held Zane and shouted for help until Zane put a hand over Kai's mouth and rubbed his eyes with the other; "I hate when that happens."

For any TLDR people: Zane's basically a reanimated corpse running on robot energy who doesn't remember his past because he asked to not remember. He can talk, he just doesn't much because it's a trust thing. Cooking is his therapeutic thing, he sleeps fine, but he has a hard time going to sleep. Still has his sixth sense and ice powers, he's just more mute and out of tune with the others; guy killed in 1923 is in 2021. Great asset to the team, even though he's the guy they keep an eye on so he doesn't get to badly hurt.

I'll write more about the other ninja, this is just to show how mature this universe alteration is going to be

Oh, yeah, here's Cole's alterations. I didn't change too much of his character, but I hope you guys still like it😅

[hyunrun]

Dream SMP/Batfam

This is my reasoning for connections between Dream SMP members and the Bats. This was all just for fun, but feel free to give feedback if you’d like! And do say if I’ve made a mistake. I haven’t done everyone, so if there’s anyone else you’d like me to do, lemme know! Please read, I spent a good while on this :D

Batman (Bruce Wayne)/Technoblade: Technoblade's Dream SMP origin story starts with his parents dying, so the backstory fits. He swears to kill all orphans because of the way they killed his parents (Similar to the way Bruce wanted to stop crime from running rampant in Gotham). Techno is also, technically, an orphan as Bruce was. I've always imagined Bruce's voice to be kinda like Techno's, especially that monotone tone he uses, and especially when he's Batman and not Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne is -Bat-man and Technoblade is a pig, need I elaborate? Both of them seem to stay up till ungodly times of the day, and I'm sure their sleep schedules are never on the same clock as anyone else's, Bruce's because of his vigilante lifestyle and Techno because... well, he's a Minecraft YouTuber. Both of them have a father figure, although not biological. They also have a friendly rivalry with a fellow content creator/hero (Cough Dream/Superman cough). We say Dick/Wilbur is dramatic, but you can't possibly mean to tell me Batman/Technoblade isn’t subtly more dramatic. They practically invented being dramatic in their respective businesses.

Alfred Pennyworth/Philza Minecraft: Is the father figure to Batman/Technoblade. Is really a force of chaos but everyone pictures them as a soft, loving dad because we all have parental issues and we need more father figures. Both of them are very badass in their own ways. Old and British. Here's a parallel I thought was pretty cool. Philza had been building up his hardcore world for 5 years before he died. It was like his home disappeared in front of his eyes as he fell away from his life. I'm not sure which continuity/arc this is from (Please do not hate on me, I am but a small child) bUT I do know that Alfred died of a heart attack/stroke at the same time the Wayne Manor was destroyed. His home was destroyed as he died. Just as Philza's had been.

Damian Wayne/TommyInnit: Is never really loved by anyone at first glance (From the fandoms). Tommy's the loud, annoying one, Damian's the grouchy, haughty one. But everyone eventually gravitates towards their characters later on. Their families were wary of them at first but grew to love them. Both of them are the youngest, and generally angriest child. Both are not American, Tommy being British and Damian, Arabic. They both have ICONIC mothers. MotherInnit is a queen, we all know this. If she can handle Tommy, she can handle absolutely anything. Talia Al Ghul has a reputation of her own right, and while she hasn't quite the pristine repertoire, she definitely strikes a strong mark on people. Now, this is a dumb connection between the two, but hair!! Tommy’s seems nice and floofy while Damian's is generally drawn spiky, and I think that's a cool contrast. Their love for pets is also important to note. Tommy's the one that's known for starting wars over the deaths of his pets, and it's easy to know that Damian wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone if they did anything to Titus or Batcow. It’s been shown on multiple occasions that he loves his pets a lot.

Jon Kent/Tubbo_: Best friends with Tommy/Damian. Do not try to argue that Jon and Damian aren't best friends because come onnn. And PLEASE do not take this as a dumb excuse to ship Tommy and Tubbo, as I know people ship Dami and Jon. Both are the embodiment of chaos wrapped in kindness, and both are definitely the more stable of their friendship with the other gremlin children. I am confident that both would probably refer to their parents as mother and father dearest. You cannot convince me otherwise. Tubbo has already done so, and Jon would never disrespect his parents, so this would obviously be the next best alternative for when he is upset by them. Jon’s powers fluctuate upon shifts in emotion and he can’t really control his powers, like the shifting of Tubbo’s alter egos. We never know when Toob or Big Law will creep out of the shadows.

Dick Grayson/Wilbur Soot: (Second) most dramatic in the family, though perceived as the drama queen because of their boisterous personalities. The one that was probably a theatre kid in school. The lighthearted one that keeps everyone cheerful, but also the one with the easiest path to a horrid descent into madness. They have a flair for drama, the glitter and sparkles to Batman/Technoblade’s sombre smoke and haze, which is why they work together so well. The closest family member to Tommy/Damian. Their little brother/big brother dynamics are just impeccable. Both are the most simped for by their respective fanbases (from what I’ve seen). The token pretty boys. Both artistically talented in different ways, with Wilbur’s music and Dick’s acrobatic skills. Also the ones that get constantly shipped with every woman they literally even look at. They also express their dramatic tendencies through their clothes, Dick with his jazzy Discowing suit and Wilbur’s dramatic L’manburg outfit.

Superman/Dream: The OP gods, need I say more? Friendly rivals with Technoblade/Batman. Very often perceived as ‘Perfect’ which they are not, but many refuse to accept that. A funny parallel I drew was the fact that both of them are famous in their own rights, but can just walk around and not get recognised despite millions of people knowing their online/superhero identities. Both are technically not human.

Stephanie (Batgirl/Spoiler)/Sapnap: Both of their names start with S! Not my only reasoning, but I’ll take it into account anyway. Both are basic looking in my head (Blue eyes blonde hair for Steph?? There’s at least 3 other girls that look EXACTLY like her in the nearby DC universes. And Sapnap blends in with every other white boy, though I love him regardless.) but both also have immaculate personalities to make up for it. They’re the most normal people out of all their co-streamers/superheroes in my eyes, also my favourites. (I didn’t realise as I put them together that I loved them most but here we are). They’re both great at dumb banter. They don’t have huge, hilarious bits often or any constant jokes that are pulled on time and time again, but their general atmosphere makes everything seem like a joke. They may not be the best at what they do in their friend groups but are actually really good nonetheless and do not get due credit for their effort and talent sometimes. Has a warring relationship with Damian/Tommy (Sapnap over the pets and Steph and Dami didn’t have the most friendly relationship at the start)

Jason/BBH- Same but opposite but same. Exists to cause chaos. I wouldn’t have associated these two with each other till the Badlands became a thing… but then the Badlands became a thing and I had to. Now, I know that technically Bad doesn’t have a grudge against Techno, but Jason would totally set up a whole empire just to mess with Bruce’s plans, just to get in the way, to instigate, to fan the flames of the fire till he’s driven Bruce to his breaking point. Bad isn’t exactly trying to do that, but he’s only around for the chaos. He’s only here for his own benefit, and he’s only here for that because of the hurt caused to him by the nation he came from. A parallel being Jason causing havoc because of the pain Bruce caused him. Besides, both have a cool red and black colour scheme, and both wear jacket!! Both are also technically not alive (If we're considering BBH as a demon).

Roy Harper/Skeppy: I have absolutely no explanation for this, but it just Fits. Besides, they have cool opposing colour schemes and are best friends with BBH/Jason!!

Aaaand last but not least

Jason/Technoblade: Now you must be thinking But Kaly you already spoke about them! And yes, I did, and they do go really well with their respective characters but I couldn’t simply ignore the connection between these two, so I thought I might as well write about it. Technoblade was an English major (If I remember correctly) before he dropped out to pursue his youtube career. Jason, though this may not be a well-known fact, was a definite literature nerd at school before he met his demise. Their cut off education in English is an interesting parallel to me. Both of them also have destructive tendencies, with Technoblade being an anarchist and Jason periodically running an underground empire to make sure he can do whatever the hell he wants to. They don’t generally care who they hurt on their way to reach their end goal. Jason’s reckless shooting and killing clearly shows this, as he continuously justifies his actions by saying he’s ending crime rather than just making it wait in line for its turn to pop up again, while Technoblade’s release of the withers and excessive use of his firework crossbow clearly shows that the deaths of the residents of L’manburg do not matter to him as long as he abolishes the government.

[badger-writes]

Star Wars OC Ship Week 2021 - for light and love

uhhhh Hello! 😄

This fic and all its chapters was written for Star Wars OC Ship Week's inaugural year 2021, an event spotlighting OCxEC romances & platonic friendships helmed by @findswoman! It's also the first time I've personally ever taken part in an event week so I hope I do a good job! 😅

Whether you're a High Republic fan or you just want to see the big lizard get smooches, hope you enjoy! Leave comments and kudos if you do! Looking forward to sharing all I've written over the course of the week w/ y'all!

1 - How They Met

It all started, as these things do, in a medical bay.

Kelto Lem, a Jedi healer, had been busying himself with organizing the implements and instruments of the first aid wing in the Halls of Healing. This was light work, and peaceful, which suited him fine. Rarely, if ever, were there emergencies in the Jedi Temple of such scope and scale as to totally overwhelm the medical ward, and to the best of his recollection they had never occurred in the early morning, when dew was still settled on the trees and grasses of Monument Park. This made it an optimal time for preparing the ward for most of the day’s eventualities well ahead of schedule; this making good sense to him, he settled into this habit as a padawan and had never quite given it up. In time, it became almost a meditative practice for him - refilling stores of fresh bandages, taking stock of available pharmaceuticals and herbal remedies, refilling the kolto canisters…

And so it was in the middle of this daily routine that he was interrupted by the door sliding open. He turned to look and nearly dropped the medical scanner he was holding - for two reasons.

 The first: his guest was built like a permacrete E-Web bunker. Broad and tall, with an implied physicality that not even Jedi robes concealed, the visitor - a Trandoshan - strode into the ward with an aura of stern command, stolid orange eyes locking upon Kelto almost immediately. His emerald scales shone with a slight luster as he walked, the claws of his toes clicking against the tile floor, until he came to the edge of the biobed in the center of the room less than a foot away from the resident healer. The sheer weight of his presence made Kelto feel small by comparison - he, a shorter pale-scaled Rodian with stripes of deep blue running along his jaw and neck, who wore a satchel of first aid essentials on his hip everywhere he went and tied back his spines in a long, narrow topknot ending in a spiky pom where they escaped the hold of the strip of linen which restrained them.

The second: he was covered in scorchmarks.

“Star’s End,” Kelto said, when he could finally get his (dry, dry) mouth to work correctly. “What in the world happened to you?”

The Trandoshan rumbled, mouth pulling to one side in chagrin. It was a deep, bassy sound, and it landed straight in the pit of Kelto’s stomach. 

“A… mishap with the duelling droid,” he grunted, in the sibilant speech of his species. “I was not focused. Lost sight of my present. It seized the opportunity, as you can see,” he added, gesturing to his scorched robes.

“You were training? This early? Chee,” Kelto said, shaking his head. “And I thought my morning habits were odd - jump up on the bench, here, I’ll patch you up.”

He turned away to fetch some burn relief supplies, piling them on a tray. When he turned back, the Trandoshan had sat upon the biobed - and his tunic was resting carefully folded on the bench beside him.

“Ahghg,” he said, and everything on his tray rattled as he short-circuited.

The Trandoshan gave him an odd look. “Yes?”

“Oh, nothing. Nothing. I’m fine,” Kelto stammered. “Let me just, uhhh… set this down here.”

He let the tray’s repulsorlifts catch it in midair, so that it would hover at his side. Then he took a ball of fluff and daubed it in a squat open vial of kolto, letting the excess drip off and trying not to think too much about the barrel-chested masterpiece of physicality sitting just within arm’s reach to his right.

“So, how did this happen, Master …?”

“Knight, actually,” the patient replied. “Not master - not yet, anyway. And as I said, I was training.”

“Only a Knight? ...Well, I guess if you were a Master, you wouldn’t have ended up - err, you know what, forget I said that.”

With kolto-ball and medigauze dressings in hand, Kelto turned to his patient and gave him a quick once-over. There were injuries in areas roughly corresponding to the placement of scorch marks on the surface of his clothes, but fortunately, most of them didn’t seem too severe - the robes acting as a layer of insulation against the worst of it. Quite intentionally, he started on the outside limbs, an attempt to spare himself another hot flush provoked by looking straight on at his patient’s torso. Sskeer didn’t even flinch when he touched the wet medical fluff against an abrasion on the side of his arm.

“I train on one or two levels above the normal training setting,” the Trandoshan offered, by way of explanation. “Thus, my injuries.”

“Ah,” Kelto murmured, mostly to himself. “A masochist.”

Sskeer grunted reproachfully. “The training settings are designed to hold back. There will be no such reprieve in the field. Therefore, I train the body to anticipate the presence of harm - to become numb to its threat, and then, to surpass it.”

“So you’re fine with the pain?”

“Pain can be ignored. And my people have thick hides. I endure.” 

“Well, I’m no duelist, but in my estimation you could probably stand to bump back down a few levels,” Kelto observed, winding a bandage around his forearm. “At least until you can defeat one of those saber-happy droids.”

Sskeer hrrred. The sound landed in Kelto’s gut again. “Bold words from a nurse.”

“Bold enough to be a Knight, like you.” The Rodian retorted, flashing him a smirk - and turning away immediately when the sensation of being perceived became too much. (His cheeks were so warm - was it supposed to be so hot in here?) Falling silent, he took one of Sskeer’s wide, thick-fingered hands in his own, turning it to inspect the green welt on its back.

“I did not realize you had risen to Knighthood as well,” the Trandoshan offered as Kelto dressed his injury. “If I offended, it was not by intent.”

“It’s fine. I’d rather people forget, honestly. Most people, they see a Jedi and think, ‘wow! Laser swords! Magic powers!’ - but that’s… never really where I felt comfortable.”

“You feel your place is here.”

“It’s where my talents lie, I think. I’ve sort of been drawn to the healing halls ever since I left the creche. And… well, to be honest, I like being able to help people doing this. So… I guess it’s true what they say, about the Force having a path for us all, and all that.”

Sskeer hummed. “That is good.”

“Yeah, and I remember when I was little, Master Rancisis came by the ward and said a-- I’m sorry, am I rambling? I’m rambling, aren’t I? I’ll just shut up and tend you--”

“It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I just dropped basically my whole backstory on you--”

“It’s fine,” Sskeer said - firmly, but patiently. “Really.”

And Kelto believed him.

It’s funny, he thought suddenly, how quickly you can get comfortable with someone else. A moment ago he could barely stand to meet Sskeer’s gaze - now, though, he could look him straight in the eye without feeling like wilting. Sskeer had surprisingly deep eyes, he noticed, for how small they were. Deep and dark. Like he could dip into his pupils and fall forever --

Oh gosh, there’s a huge green mark right on his temple. How did he miss that??

Kelto dunked a fresh puffball in the healing fluid and held it up to the Trandoshan’s brow, cradling it in his long, sucker-tipped fingers. This time, when it touched his skin, Sskeer flinched and barely suppressed a hiss. On instinct, Kelto shushed him - a habit picked up from soothing much younger patients, when he got his start tending the younglings’ skinned knees and broken bones.

“This one’s not so bad, I think,” he murmurs. “Just needs a little kolto to help keep it clean. Just put some ice on it every few hours for the swelling and it’ll go away soon.”

“And this?”

“Hm?”

Sskeer gestured again to a long line of angry green flesh across his trunk.

“OH Force,” the Rodian cried, slapping a hand against his forehead. “I completely missed that somehow, thank you so much, I’m so sorry. Gods, I’ll get right on that--”

The Trandoshan surprises him with a chuckle. “Rather absentminded for a healer, aren’t you?”

“D-don’t judge!” Kelto sputters. “I’ve been distracted.”

“By what, exactly?” Sskeer asked, with a smirk.

“... J-just lie all the way down, please?”

Sskeer leaned back onto the biobed, hands resting behind his back. Now the whole of his broad, stocky abdomen lies prone under the glowlights, throwing the long diagonal burn across his trunk into stark, unmistakable relief.

“Why is this one so much worse,” Kelto wonders aloud.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘worse’. As I said, I endure.”

“I’m sorry, this doesn’t look like a giant, stinging saber-welt to you?” Kelto peered closer at the mark, hesitantly plying the flesh of the Trandoshan’s belly under his fingers. “...Actually, wait. This is almost a first degree burn. What kind of training saber makes marks like these?”

Now it was Sskeer’s turn to fall quiet and avoid eye contact.

“...You… did something pretty dumb, didn’t you.”

“...When my performance against the droids began to suffer, I… disabled some of the limiters on the droids,” Sskeer growled, at length.

“Y-you did WHAT?”

“I thought it would motivate me to improve,” he shrugged.

“So when I called you a masochist earlier and you didn’t really deny it--”

This time, Sskeer almost snarled. “It’s no crime to seek out a proper challenge.”

“Oh, and if every adrenaline junkie Padawan jumped off the High Council Tower, you would too?”

“Will you just stop arguing and fix this?”

“I--” Kelto groaned. “Okay, whatever, big guy. Just - just hang on.”

He arranged his hands on either side of Sskeer’s wound - one above on his chest, one below on his stomach. Then he sucked in a deep breath through his snout and released it slowly, letting his eyes fall shut as he exhaled. 

He was panicking, he knew. Overcorrecting. There was no reason to take things this far when he was literally standing in a room filled with other, more practical solutions - and certainly not over something so silly as a shouting match with a Knight he barely knew. But by now, good sense and training had momentarily fled him. 

Here, in this moment, Kelto sank into the Force and let himself be guided by the simple instinct to help.

He took another slow breath in, and out, and began to concentrate.

And then…

Sskeer sensed it before he saw it. He craned his neck over his chest to see - and rose up on his elbows, watching intensely.

With preternatural speed, the hideous burn across his torso lightened, shrank - and then vanished. In its place only unblemished scales remained.

Like he’d never even been touched.

Kelto let out one final, explosive breath - and almost collapsed. Sskeer jolted to his feet and grabbed his arms, cradled his back in one arm, steadying him on his feet until he could recover.

“Nice catch,” Kelto panted, when he’d finally recovered.

Sskeer was looking at him differently, the Rodian noticed through the blur of lightheadedness. Looking with him with something like awe.

“That was… quite a feat,” the Trandoshan noted. “It seems you were correct to follow the path of the healers.” 

“Y-yes, well,” Kelto murmured sleepily, “we all have our own special talents.” 

His eyes trailed back to Sskeer’s chest, fingertips idly following their gaze down his trunk. They tickled, just slightly; Sskeer registered an unexpected, but not wholly unpleasant shiver down his spine.

“Think we’re all done now,” the Rodian mumbled. Then his big, sea-blue eyes blinked - slowly, then rapidly, like a Wookiee propeller-engine starting up - and he realized his hand was just shy of cupping one of Sskeer’s pecs.

“UM,” he said loudly, jumping away. “YEAH, so, all done. Clean bill of health. You should be completely fine within the next day or so, and then you can go get your butt handed to you by the training droids again, right? Yup, glad to help, have a nice day, May the Force Be With You and all that jizz, ahaha~”

The Rodian became a flurry of hyperactivity around the ward, re-stocking and re-checking shelves and cabinets for reasons Sskeer could not divine. To appear busy, he supposed - and discourage his continued presence.

It was, he decided, reather endearing. 

Sskeer let the flustered healer flail a moment more before saying, “I don’t think you ever shared your name.”

When he looked over his shoulder, Kelto’s face looked as bright as a Life Day orb - only much, much greener. “Huh?”

“Force healing is no small feat,” the Trandoshan observed, slipping his tunic and tabard back over his shoulders. “To have seen it performed is a privilege; for something as small as my own self-inflicted injury, and after my own stubbornness - an honor. 

“I’d prefer to thank you for it properly, and to apologize. But for that, I must ask your name.”

The Rodian stared. Then coughed, turning to lean back against the counter before him. “Uh, well… That’s … kind of you, but I - you know, we’re Jedi and all. W-we don’t really serve for gratitude’s sake.”

“For the sake of a fellow Jedi, then, and a friend?” 

“…Friend?”

A bemused head tilt. “Are we not?”

“W-well, that’s moving a bit quickly, isn’t it? I mean - we don’t even know each other’s names.”

Sskeer stared.

“Sorry. Sorry. I’m not dumb, I swear, I’m just -- panicking.”

The Trandoshan gave him a funny look. (It was kinda cute, Kelto noticed, when his nose scrunched up like that.) 

Just spit it out. Spit it out. Spit it out. You’re blowing it. Just spit it out spititout spititout---

“My name’s Kolto,” he said -- and groaned.

“Your name,” Sskeer echoed, “is...‘Kolto’?”

“Noooo, no, not ‘Kolto’ - Kelto! Kelto! My name is Kelto. Kelto Lem. I just - I’m just called ‘Kolto’. By - certain people.”

“Because… you work with kolto?” he ventured. “Or because it happens to sound similar?”

Kelto sulked, crossing his arms. “Because Torban Buck thinks he’s funny.” 

Understanding dawned. “Ah. Yes, he certainly does.”

“Mmmmgh. Well, now that I’ve botched my own introduction, I guess you know me. So you can leave me to my shame, now, I guess.” Kelto returned to the business of managing the ward - opening and closing cabinet doors slightly harder, this time.

A wide, three-fingered hand landed on his narrow shoulder, making him jump.

“Thank you, Kelto Lem,” Sskeer said. “Truly, you’re a credit to the Order.”

His voice was deep and warm. Kelto swore he could feel his breath tickling his ear.

“A-anytime,” he replied, spine locking ramrod straight.

He senses Sskeer’s presence pass by behind him, and imagines it’s what little Rodian swamp-fish feel like when big surface trawlers pass by, and catch them in their wake. “And perhaps when I continue my training,” Sskeer added, “I will remember to return here, for my wounds to be dressed.”

“Orrr you could crush those droids and never need to come back here again!” Kelto shakily returned.

“I’m sure I could, at that,” Sskeer chuckled. And the door slides shut behind him.

The moment Kelto was certain he was alone, he took a little paper cup and pours himself a drink of cool sinkwater. It takes gulping down two full cupfuls before he cools down, sinking heavily on his elbows against the counter.

“‘Kolto’,” he muttered, scoffing. “God damn it.”

[ladydaedra]

The Next Move

Part: 7/?

Pairings: Ulfric x Dragonborn; Brynjolf x OC; Cicero x OC; Ondolemar x OC

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and gore; Skyrim takes on a bit of 'Game of Thrones' feeling; may contain controversial themes

Wordcount: 1886

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Ayla walks through the gates of Windhelm, stopping momentarily as she looks around, studying everything in the area. The wind blows through her hair as she notes nothing notably different from the last time she visited months ago.

"This way, ma'am," the soldier says and heads off towards the Palace of Kings. As they walk, Ayla can feel the citizens of Windhelm's gaze on her, whispering that she is the Dragonborn and wondering why she is here. She looks to her left and sees a small crowd, watching her with curious eyes. It is no secret that her victory against Alduin has made her a renowned hero throughout all of Skyrim, making her a legend amongst the people.

She sends them a small smile before looking back at the looming palace ahead of her. She glances back at the city and an idea strikes her. She wants to walk Windhelm's streets, visit with its citizens, get to know them a bit more, "Sir, might you be so kind to let the Jarl know that I might be awhile," she says, stopping in her steps and the soldier turns to stare at her, "I wish to explore the city a bit. If he wishes to speak with me now and if it is as urgent as he says it is, he can find me in the city. Or he can wait until I return to the palace,"

But before the soldier can stop her, Ayla turns on her heel and walks back the way they came as a slight breeze blows. She walks down the steps, cloak flowing behind her as she stops there, glancing to her left and right, trying to decide where to go.

She ends up going to the left, knowing that is where the infamous Grey Quarter is. She wishes to see it for herself again, wondering if there were any improvements to the area housing the Dunmer. She walks down the set of steps leading to where the shops and tavern for the Dunmer and Argonians are located.

She smiles as a passing Argonian couple, who return the smile before turning completely, shocked when they recognize who she is. She can't help but smile to herself when she sees the people ahead of her slowly start recognizing her, "it can't be...the Dragonborn?" a Dunmer woman asks as she watches Ayla walk by, a few children hiding behind her, peering up at the Dragonborn.

Ayla stops and smiles at the woman before her gaze goes to the three children, who immediately retreat to hiding behind their mother's dress, "it's alright," Ayla says, bending down and sending the children a gentle smile, "I won't hurt you, I promise," one by one, the children reveal themselves. The eldest, a girl, gives Ayla a toothy grin as her younger brothers come to a stop beside her, "I'm here to help," Ayla adds, handing each child five septims.

"Ma'am, you didn't..." the mother goes to object as Ayla stands up again.

Ayla shakes her head, "I won't be bothered with the loss of fifteen septims, miss," she explains as the children giggle amongst themselves, eyes glued on the gold in their hands, "like I said, I am here to help in any way possible," the woman smiles at her before looking down at her children.

Ayla continues on her trek through the Grey Quarter, glancing up at the buildings and down at the streets. It's been a while since she has traversed these streets, but from what she remembers, they look better than they did before. The buildings that house the Dunmer and Argonians have received a touch-up, mainly to the structural part to keep them from falling. Random holes in the streets have been fixed, weeds popping out through the cracks have been removed.

Ulfric did keep his word. She was impressed, maybe the thought of losing the Dragonborn and two dragons as an ally was what pushed him. Ayla walks into a large, open area with a giant gate to her left that leads to the docks. To her right is another street leading back to the Palace of Kings.

She goes straight and turns left to walk up a flight of stairs to stop in a small courtyard surrounded by three houses. She takes a sharp left and walks down the street that has a large house to the left. If she remembers correctly, that is Aventus Aretino's house. She remembers Taliyah telling everyone the story of how she came to be a part of the Dark Brotherhood and how this little boy hired her to kill an old woman in Riften.

With a sigh, she continues forward, under the little walkway connecting it to the other half of the house and stops on a bridge, in front of a railing overlooking the Grey Quarter. From up here, it doesn't look as large as it feels down there. But it sure looks pretty cramped.

"When I went to Sovengard to fight Alduin," she starts, knowing that she has company, "I went knowing that I might die trying to defeat him. I...struggled with accepting the fact," she pauses as she watches Aaryah fly in the distance. A black dot in the vast snow-covered landscape surrounding Windhelm, "but as I stood, waiting for Alduin to arrive, I told myself that if it took me dying to save Skyrim from the World Eater, then so be it,"

She turns to look to her left to see Ulfric standing there, gaze on her. She takes a deep breath as she returns to watching Aaryah fly, "I think of it now," she pauses as Aaryah swoops down and lights something on fire before flying off again and coming back for another hit, "I will gladly lay my life down to rid Skyrim of the Thalmor. I would willingly die so I can ensure that my rebellion lives to fight another day," she then looks back at Ulfric as a gust of wind blows around them, "will you do the same?" she questions him.

Ayla studies his face for the few seconds it takes for him to answer. She notes how he is standing tall, gaze hardened as he looks at her, blue eyes scrutinizing her; sizing her up, "gladly," is his response and Ayla turns to look back at the dragon.

"The bear is the symbol of leadership, strength, and courage," she starts, hearing him take a few steps towards her, stopping only when she looks over at him, "that is the banner of Windhelm and your rebellion," she pauses as she turns to her right and starts walking back the way she came, stopping only to make sure he is following, "you are the Jarl of Windhelm and right now, during this war, they need to feel safe and secure,"

"Are you saying they don't?" Ulfric asks as he walks beside her, glancing down at her as they turn the corner and walk past the gates to the city.

Ayla looks up at him before looking ahead again, "I'm saying that they don't know what is going on," she explains, returning a smile to Torsten Cruel-Sea, "they don't know how you are faring against the Empire and from simple rumor, they don't know about the alliance,"

"I don't want to drag them into this war,"

"A good excuse to keep the alliance a secret, but it doesn't assure them that they are safe," Ayla replies as they walk through the market. Ayla glances over at the group of people shopping and sees a few of them giving her and Ulfric confused glances, "if they knew that their Jarl agreed to an alliance with the Dragonborn and her dragons, I am sure they would be more...supportive of this war knowing that they are safe,"

"If I announce the alliance, the odds of both the Thalmor and the Empire finding out is pretty great," he reasons and looks over at the Dragonborn to see her shrug.

"They would have found out regardless when both our soldiers attack one or both of them," Ayla says as they return to the courtyard in front of the Palace of Kings. She turns to him, "now you asked me here to discuss something confidential,"

~

"The Jagged Crown," Galmar says, setting a heavy helmet, no crown, on the table in the war room of Windhelm, "retrieved by a group of Stormcloaks and ripped from the power-hungry hands of the Empire,"

Ayla studies the helmet, head tilted slightly as her index finger rubs her chin, brows furrowed in thought, "this is what you called me here for?" she questions, sparing Ulfric a glance then looking back at the crown, "a spiky helmet?"

Kharjo holds back a laugh while Ulfric sighs, arms crossed in front of his chest, "not just the crown, but the next step in the war," he explains and Ayla looks over at him, raising a single eyebrow and waiting for him to continue, "we plan to attack Windhelm,"

Ayla remains silent for a few moments, looking over at Kharjo, a million thoughts racing through her head. Whiterun. She remembers how Jarl Balgruuf aided her on her mission to stop Alduin. She would prefer not to attack his home, "and why are we attacking Whiterun?" she questions, meeting Ulfric's gaze head-on.

"A week ago I sent a soldier to take my ax to Balgruuf," he explains with a deep breath, "he sent the soldier back with the ax, meaning he has sided with the Empire," Ayla looks back at the crown, her thumbnail now running across her lower lip.

"From what I understand, Balgruuf has remained uninvolved with the war by not choosing a side," she starts, glancing at both Ulfric and Galmar, "why now? And why the Empire?"

Galmar chuckles, "that is a question you will have to ask him yourself,"

"Myself?"

"Whiterun will not be easy to take," Ulfric states, "with the whole Whiterun guard plus Imperial forces as well as Thalmor protecting the city, I doubt my army alone will make a big difference,"

"You need my army and dragons," Ayla says softly, mainly to herself.

"Precisely," Ulfric replies, his hard gaze on her, "without your help, we will not be able to take Whiterun,"

"It'll be the perfect time to reveal the alliance," Kharjo points out and Ayla can practically hear the smirk in his voice, "the Stormcloaks charging in to take Whiterun out of the Imperials grasp with the Dragonborn and her dragons fighting alongside them. Sounds like something out of a storybook,"

"So, Dragonborn, what is it?" Galmar asks and Ayla stares at the crown as she debates the risk level of this attack. No doubt there will be casualties, as there always is in war. But this will bring them one step closer to the fall of the Empire in Skyrim and closer to chasing the Thalmor out as well, tail between their legs.

Ayla smiles, looking up to meet Ulfric's gaze, "alright, I'm in. On one condition," she replies and waits a few seconds, "Jarl Bulgruuf isn't killed. He helped me on my quest to stop Alduin and I owe him big for that,"

She watches as Ulfric shares a glance at Galmar and the two nod, "deal," and with that, the war just started.

[luuxxart]

GIVE US THE NEW WARRIORS HEADCANONS UR REDESIGNS ARE AMAZINGJAKMAKWJDKSL💖💖💖

aaaa omG thank you!! :’D I’m actually strangely attached to these characters so I’ll try to do my best to explain the design choices I made and everything

ok so here we go.

SCREENTIME

* first off

* Not an entirely bad name??

* I would prefer Worm tho as a reference to the Morris Worm

* And I did make his design a little more wormy. Kinda Doc Ock-ish.

* So his tragic backstory... Well. Long long ago... when he was just a little kid... his dad fucked his mom.

* Jkjkjkjk. But it would be better than fucking “internet gas.”

* To take this in a darker route, I think it would be cool if his grandad had been experimenting with creating cyborgs and turned his dad into one. And then turned Screentime into one. So Screentime escaped sort of half-finished and is just trying to help others who might mirror his situation of abuse.

* I like to think his first superhero story was he was just like fucking buying bulk ramen and then hears a dude harassing a girl in the next aisle over and is like. huh. word. guess I can intimidate this guy by threatening to take his fucking social security and make it public knowledge.

* Bc he can hook up to the internet and updates his database frequently so he can just Mr. Robot people.

* He’s probably like 18 or 19. Never was schooled and college is kinda pointless when you have the whole internet in your brain.

* So he’s just living in a rundown apartment. Payin bills by doing odd jobs and doin bitcoin stocks.

* On the battlefield, he’d definitely be a mind games kind of guy, but he’d also use his worm limbs for dexterity and could probably discharge bursts of electricity at the cost of losing some information in his database.

* Also it’s probably really hard to tell, but Screentime is my favorite out of the original designs.

TRAILBLAZER

* again! Not a bad name at all!

* Made me think of fire though... and hiking... so

* We really don’t have much information on these characters so they were kinda fun to play around w and I think she was my favorite in terms of concepts.

* Also what the fuck are those red things on her head am I just fucking dumb???

* They look like devil horns. So I’m gonna run with it.

* Ok so she got a backpack from a god.

* Well that god was a god of Hell and also her godfather. Her actual father was another god of Hell. And idk how gods really work in the Marvel universe?? But I think there’s probably at least some high-ranking demons of Hell. I think Hell exists??? If I remember Doctor Strange correctly? (Maybe not Doctor Strange... bro everything is so hard to keep up with)

* Anyway, her dad was killed by some hero traveling through Hell at some point probably. And so she’s been preparing since to go avenge him.

* Then she gets to earth and is kinda like... well, avenging can wait.

* And the reason she can’t just get anything she wants out of the backpacks is because the backpacks are alive. But over time as she gains their trust, they start to become more and more useful. So, like magikarp to gyarados.

* her outfit was so fucking hard to redesign. like,,, I still don’t like it. The backpacks and stuff yes. Everything else no. But it’s better than the Neon Nightmare.

* Her powerset shouldn’t be limited to just her backpacks though. I saw a lot of people complain about that. Bc anyone could steal them from her and use them?

* So I think she should have superhuman strength. Also, her backpacks should only respond to her command. It’d be cute if they were also kinda cheeky about it. Bc yeah she’s a spoiled little brat. But she’s their spoiled little brat so they’re not opening up for anybody but her.

* She’s defo the youngest of the group

* Even if she is an immortal demon kid lol

S

bro I can’t even say it

I’m renaming them Shuriken. Effective immediately.

SHURIKEN

* So Shuriken is non-binary. Which I think is really cool! They’re not the first non-binary character that Marvel has,, bc Loki exists,, but while they’re not a good step forward... they’re a step forward nonetheless and I kinda commend them for at least trying.

* But goddamnit why did they have to go and name them S

* Sn

* please don’t make me say it

* So Shuriken has ice powers that are sort of threatening to take them over. Like if Iceman couldn’t control his powers ig. Their powers sort of came to them mysteriously in the middle of them already having a gender crisis and high school is happening and all that blah and now they’re just like,,, so ,, “superheroing seems to be a good venture right now. Maybe I’ll find myself in heroics and forget about everything else”

* And most of the heroic ideal is on their brother, ,,,, uh,,,, Quarterback,,, who idolizes the “classic” heroes like Cap, Iron Man, and Thor.

* Shuriken prefers reading news stories about Night Slasher and Punisher, Jessica Jones, and just generally, the other edgier heroes.

* But because their brother idolizes heroics so much, it makes it sort of a surprise when Shuriken takes up their mantle before Quarterback realizes anything is going on.

* And how does the ice stuff affect them? They’re sort of on the fence about finding a cure and whatnot. Most people speculate its like later-in-life mutation, but Shuriken isn’t satisfied with this answer.

*they sometimes chop off the spiky ice parts for convenience(they have no feeling in the frozen over parts of their body)

*(I’m toying with the idea of them having a crush on Ms. Marvel ngl)

QUARTERBACK

* not much to say about him? Other than goddamn that neon was terrible.

* Also I’ve seen jocks wear pink, so some youtube dudes complaining about that can fuck off. Maybe not that bright of a shade?

* But I figure with a defensive character, you would definitely want a bulkier frame. At least Power Man levels of a bulky frame? Like I’m not talking Hulk or Thing. Just.. yknow. At least a good Cap size dude.

* Also a blockier costume would make sense. Since he’s supposed to be. Uh. Safe. For people to like,, crowd behind. Like a safe

* Like a safe sp

* Like a

* safespace.

* I also like to think he was sort of a stereotypical jock and then here comes his little sibling (by like,, 7 minutes) who’s finally just like “yo fuck the gender spectrum” and so he finally opens up to his own interests that he’s been burying

* Like the color coral

* Which is definitely not pink my dudiest of dudes ;)

* He’s definitely more

* CHILL

* than Shuriken about the whole ice taking over his body thing. Like, at the end of the day, he’s still a jock even if he did turn out to be a mutant. Like , the world didn’t just end because he’s got some cool ice powers

* Also only being able to create a shield if it’s for others?? What a fucking joke man come on

* He can create platforms of ice and just mainly uses the ice as shields.

B-NEGATIVE

* OK THIS IS MY SON

* not the original he kinda just looked like he took one look at Welcome to the Black Parade and said “I can do that outfit. But crappier.”

* Listen,,,, I constructed a son

* It’s like that thing from that movie

* I was like

* “We can rebuild him...”

* is that fucking robocop

* At any rate, yeah yeah, Morbius stuff is still withstanding

* What if

* And hear me out

* His parents were sort of antivax sort of anti-mutant sort of folk. They get into some sort of car accident when he’s kinda young. He gets a blood transfusion against his parent’s wishes and in the end also gets adopted by this weirdass doctor who probably has some nefarious purpose, considering he used Morbius’ blood in the first place.

* This would explain how he could survive having vampirism since a doctor would probably have easier access to donated blood and stuff.

* Should the blood be going to people who actually need a transfusion? yes, however, this doctor is clearly ,, off his fucking rocker and corrupt as hell,, and what is his purpose?? The world may never know

* I don’t think B-Negative cares about anything. Like he just seems like that kind of character? Totally and inherently aloof and selfish because he’s just been fed blood on a silver spoon his whole life?

* Just does not care

* He does care about music though. Specifically rock(alternative, punk, hard, etc) and the history of it.

* me personally I really like Pink Floyd and I’m not going to,, shove my beliefs onto a character but

* I’m going to shove my beliefs onto a character and say his favorite song of all time is probably Welcome to the Machine

* And he probably will not shut up about how righteous of a song it is and how pertinent the message is

* Bc I think it fits,,, a lot of things about the stuff I’ve wrote with the backstories of these characters

* and yes

* he can perfectly mimic Great Gig in the Sky. the man!! has pipes!!!

* I also think it would be cool if he’s the oldest of them? Like, younger than 21 but he’s out of high school. Just trying to get a bachelors in music history at fuckin uh. NYU probably.

* he unironically likes twilight

[sadwsocc]

Lost & found [Akaashi x reader]

Word count: 2,351 words

Warning(S): angst but not really with a kinda fluff ending and bad writing (midnight me should really stop doing this)

A/n: i’m sad again haha (this was me two days ago) ok so I wrote like half and then continued only for it to BE DELETED. So I rewrote the lower half. All of these were written at like three different 2 ams. I was planning on posting it on Akaashis bday by i missed it ಥ_ಥ.

Ngl i forgot like half of what I wrote here

Somewhere between having to study for your mid year exams and your club activities that you found yourself being rather depressed. Everything was going well from an outsiders view but to you, it felt so off. Even the slightest things that seemed off would make you feel so terribly annoyed. The fear of not being on par with your parents expectations of you and your grades and the creeping doubts and negativity in the back of your head was enough to make a stable person break. You were able to handle it of course,even if it was holding on to the very last fibre of the string that held your sanity.

You pushed it so far back that at some point you thought it might all be well, the pessimism in you somehow got flushed down and was out of your system. You were wrong. In fact you were quite very far off, the worries that you pushed back was in actuality slowly growing larger and larger as time progressed.

By the time you realised, it was already too late. Even though after everything went by smoothly, you have never felt so utterly lost before. You even forgot why you had chosen the club you were in— the girls volleyball club. Perhaps it was because you once had interest in it?

You started skipping practice, telling your teammates that you weren’t feeling well or that you had things to do back at home or errands to run but the truth was you lost the will to do anything. Every time you went home, all you would do was lie on your bed and stare blankly at your ceiling wondering about things for hours yet you could never recall what you were thinking about. You were so overrun by emptiness, you even started eating less, your appetite was slowly gone and your parents didn’t realise until your father asked if everyone wanted to go to dinner together at a new diner that had opened not too long ago.

Class wasnt any better, your grades wasn’t slipping but you sure as hell weren’t satisfied with it. You kept on comparing yourself to others in your class, belittling yourself. It didn’t make you feel any better but you couldn’t help it. Your mind was only filled with pessimism. You wanted to be alone.

It was any other school day, it was lunch and the class before that made you lose your apetite due to the fact that your teacher had to lecture everyone about how no one in your class —besides a few top students— was able to pass this terms history test. You, fortunately had passed but just barely. Just as the lunch bell rang, everyone went out. You waited until you were the very last one in class to take your leave but before you left the teacher gave you a glare that you had instantly understood, “that applies to you too, (y/n)-San.”

You gulped, nodding as you quickly left. God you hated your history teacher, as if you weren’t already feeling like you were a failure and that you weren’t smart enough, he made sure you knew that.

You decided to go up the rooftop for the first time since school started and sat alone on an empty bench as you pondered about how much days has it been since you had skipped practice. And in that dazed state, two males came walking by rather loudly (one was, the other was rather annoyed by the former male). Your train of thought was cut short when a guy with spiky black hair that was faded to white pointed at you with his eyes large and full with bewilderment.

“What aRE YOU DOING HERE?” his other hand that wasn’t pointing at you was hugging three sandwiches with his forearm and one half eaten sandwich that he was holding.

“Uh-...” and then you stared at the other guy that was standing next to him, “Akaashi-san?” You asked.

Akaashi, your classmate, simply replied with a hello and gave you a sorry look, probably because you had to interact with the guy he was standing next to.

“AKAASHI, yOU KNOW HER?” The still unknown male turned his head to Akaashi with a confused look.

“Yes, Bokuto-san. Shes my classmate, (l/n) (y/n)-San”

You stared at Bokuto and gave him a weak smile as you lifted your hands to wave at him. Realisation hit you that you were probably sitting at their seat so you promptly stood up and excused yourself. Only to be stopped by Bokuto telling you it was fine and that you could sit with the two of them. And so you did, awkwardly, in between the two of them.

“Are you not going to eat anything, (l/n)-San?” Akaashi finally spoke up. You had been staring at your knees for so long, when you finally looked up at Akaashi, you were delighted with half a sandwich he was offering to you. You took it with a confused look dawning on your face but you still thanked him. Akaashi took notice of your demeanour and simply said, “you kinda seemed hungry.”

“I do?” You asked, still holding up the half sandwich he gave you as you stared into his beautiful green eyes.

What?

His what?

“Yes.” He replied. You averted your eyes as you finally took a bite out of the sandwich.

Suddenly, you felt terrible for eating half of your classmates’ lunch so you asked, “Won’t you be hungry too?” You felt awful. But the awfulness was soon washed away by Akaashi’s calm and reassuring smile.

“Hey, hey, hey. (Y/n)-chan, you’re really lucky, you know? Akaaaashi doesn’t even let me have a bite of his lunch. EVER.” Bokuto pouted, giving Akaashi quite a nasty look as he sulked.

Akaashi simply sighed, “how many times do I have to tell you this, Bokuto-San. You already have a lot of food, you don’t need mine too.”

You looked back and forth whenever one of them spoke as you quietly ate you sandwich. After their conversation, —which ended with Bokuto giving Akaashi a mini silent treatment and Akaashi giving Bokuto an annoyed face— your neck hurt. You honestly enjoyed talking to them (more or less). And when lunch ended, Bokuto sulked his way back to his class, leaving you with Akaashi to walk back to your own.

Since the two of you would be walking back to the same destination you had to endure what you thought might be another one of those awkward silence that always filled the air whenever you were forced to walk with someone you barely know. Much to your surprise, it was oddly comfortable. You didn’t hate it, it was somewhat a relieve for you. The only time the silence was broken was when you remembered that you had to thank him for half his sandwich and that you would be buying him another sandwich someday. Akaashi refused the sandwich but you still insisted on it.

In the end, it was resolved by you promising him that you’d repay him one way or another someday, to which he hesitantly accepted the offer. The way his eyes widen when you mentioned that you had to repay him made your world stop for a second, his eyes. Those were the only thing you were seeing in that split second, it was honestly mesmerising. You wanted to have that little moment encased forever for yourself. It was honestly such a weird thought for yourself but it felt right.

After that day, nothing much had changed. Your relationship with Akaashi barely progressed and you hadn’t gone up to the rooftop for lunch since the incident because you were picked out by your homeroom teacher to help her out with the upcoming school festival that would be held. Apparently you were chosen because as Ms Nakamura said, and you quote “thought you seem like you probably don’t have anything to do during lunch”. What she said honestly took a jab in your heart because of how accurate it was. You really did nothing most of the time.

The underlying pessimistic thoughts in you were still creeping at the back of your mind. Sometimes you would stop what you were doing and just stare blankly for a split second. One split second was enough to make you suddenly feel like everything was wrong and that it was going down in a spiral either ways.

What were you doing?

Those words seemed to keep repeating itself in your head even if you didn’t want it to. Whenever you stopped for a second on what you were doing or when you smiled kindly towards your classmates whenever you made eye contact. You were so lost. You didn’t get it. Everything familiar to you felt so foreign sometimes. It left you so confused, you somehow felt like you lost your way.

A week after the incident, you were still helping out with the festival. Ms Nakamura was absent that day, leaving a substitute in charge. You weren’t really good with others and the substitute seemed to pick at every little mistake you did and even the way you button up the collar of your shirt.

All you did was place one of the boxes on the wrong table and he started fuming, spitting things out like “Why cant you just do it correctly? What are you a toddler? Has your mother ever taught you how to listen to orders? You’re quite useless aren’t you?”

You’ve had it. That was quite your last straw. The very last fibre of the string that was holding you back from losing your composure. The bad days that piled up had finally started spilling. You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

With a shaky voice, you excused yourself from your duty and left. Tears pricked your eyes as you walked up the stairs towards the rooftop. When you finally reached, you went over to the very edge and put your hands on the rails. It was awful. You hated this feeling. You felt so alone and lost you needed a break.

You turned around and slid down against the floor. With your back against the rails and your arms hugging your knees, you let the long overdue tears escape from the faucets in your eyes. The tears that you had held back for so long had finally burst out and rolled down your cheeks, down to your chin, even the rails that you gripped tightly on and your shirt was stained with your tears. Every negative thoughts in your head were screaming at you all at once, you just wanted it to stop. You were so lost. Why was everything going south for you. What was the point in everything?

Your thoughts came to an abrupt pause when a familiar voice called out to you.

“(L/n), I finally found you.” It was the same calm and soothing voice you’d hear sometimes, it was your classmate, Akaashi.

You looked up from your knees, promptly making eye contact with him. You used your sleeve to wipe away the tears, trying to hide the fact that you were crying even though it was pretty obvious to anyone that you were.

Mustering up all your will, you finally spoke out. “Why were you looking for me, did- did the sub ask you to... A-and why aren’t you with your friend?”

Akaashi Inched closer to you and bent down so that he was at eye level with you. With a warm smile he said, “to answer your second question, Bokuto-San caught a cold...” there was a long pause and you were left wondering why he answered the second question first, your worst fears were starting to rise but before any of those thoughts could appear, he continued, “and as for the first... it was because you seemed so lost these days. And- you know I’m here for you, right?”

You stared at him as he stood up again, holding out his hand when he arose as to let you hold onto it and lift you up. You hesitantly accepted his offer and stood up.

“Its- it’s just that, I”ve been having such terrible days lately... a-and then our substitute kept on mumbling stuff about how useless and pathetic I was... and- and then I thought about how much I lost myself and... how I’m so lonely and pathetic I- I couldn’t do a-“ Before you could even finish your sentence, Akaashi pulled you into an embrace, promptly shutting you up. It was in a way a sign to tell you that you didn’t need to explain yourself and to let you know that it was fine if you just wanted to cry.

Your tears started to pour out again. Only this time it was on Akaashis chest, resulting in him having an odd tear stain on the middle of his chest. After what felt like forever, you decided to pull away from his hug, you suddenly felt a lot better yet you missed the warmth of his body against you.

You looked up from his chest and saw the same warm and kind smile he gave, it felt reassuring and you were glad he was there for you. He was kind enough to be your shoulder (it’s actually chest but shhh) to cry on and he always gave you the kindest, softest smiles that could always make you feel somewhat better.

The bell rang, signifying that lunch had ended. It was then realisation dawned on you that you had cried on Akaashi”s chest. You suddenly felt embarrassed, and felt that if you weren’t already red from crying, you would be red now. You took a step back and started to ramble on, “I- Akaashi, I- I’m so sorry I ruined your shirt, people might think that I suddenly hugged you or something andthatyourfangirlsthatyoudontknowaboutmightalsokillme and I still have to repay you for that time and now this-“ but you were never able to finish your sentence because of what came next.

“You can repay me by being my girlfriend”

[exosmuttytalk]

Everyday - Exo DO Kyungsoo One-shot

Characters: Do Kyungsoo/OC, you

Genre: Fluff, smut implied at the end

Word count: 2600 approx.

Summary: Everyday situations living together as a couple ~~

"I can't believe you're doing this again."

"What thing?"

"That thing again!"

"Kyungsoo, I don't know what you're talking about."

He leaned back on his seat and crossed his arms over his chest after putting the movie on pause, leaving the main character frozen on the screen with a very stupid expression on his face.

"I've told you and I've tried to teach you so many times!" He said with a sigh. "Isn't there anything that looks wrong to you?"

She looked around the room blankly before noticing his raised eyebrows and his gazed fixed in her plate. She realized what was bugging him right in the moment she lowered her eyes to look at her food.

"Are you serious?" Her voice sounded more high-pitched than usual.

"I've taught you many times how to do it!"

"I don't need you to teach me how to eat a damn burrito, Kyungsoo!"

"But if you folded it correctly, you wouldn't have the filling everywhere in the plate. If you folded the down part of the tortilla first like..." He sat up and tried to reach for her food, but she grabbed the plate first so he couldn't reach it.

"Didn't your mama tell you not to play with food? Especially if it's not your food? Besides, what gives you the right to think my way of folding it is wrong and yours is right, uh?"

He ignored her raised eyebrow and deadpanned her.

"I make barely any mess and you have food everywhere, that's how I know."

She shrugged, and still holding her plate far from her boyfriend's reach, she took a bite out of her messily wrapped burrito.

"It's not like it's your turn to do the dishes anyway," she smiled with superiority.

******

"I think it's the third time we cross this specific traffic circle..."

His sigh was very audible in the limited space inside the car.

"I swear to you this time I looked up the route before leaving."

"Yeah, but that's no use if you don't follow the directions!"

She could swear this happened every time he wanted to drive them somewhere he'd never been before. After some time driving, he decided the directions the GPS navigator weren't correct and therefore, he started taking the ways that seemed the most convenient to his own criteria.

"What's even the point of all this fine technology your super job allows you to buy if you won't pay attention to it!?"

"But we should've arrived already, I don't know what's the problem..." Kyungsoo looked at the next sign in confusion, as none of the names where the one he was looking for. "Google maps said we'd be there in an hour and a half, and we've been here for two hours already..."

"Maybe it has something to do with the time you were supposed to turn left but turned right instead. Just maybe, but who knows..."

She looked out of the window in annoyance as Kyungsoo stopped the car in the side of the road.

"Get down. It's your turn to drive now."

******

"Kyungsoo," she left her book open upside down over her bed side table and turned around to face his boyfriend.

He was looking at the TV on the other side of the room as he frantically pressed the buttons on his controller, but it was obvious his character would not live much longer. She pulled from his sleeve to attract his attention, which made him finally lose all concentration and left his character to die in a quite gruesome way while he looked in defeat with a frown on his forehead.

"What is it?"

"I'm sorry you lost"

"I was already loosing before you stepped in." Kyungsoo turned off the TV and laid down in the bed, which was the moment she used to cuddle closer to his boyfriend and lean her head over his shoulder.

"What did you want to talk about then?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around her.

"I was thinking about the names I'd give my children."

"Oh. That's...early. Don't you think so?"

"Yeah! It is! I didn't mean that, I was just wondering."

"Oh, okay." He smiled down at her. "I'd like to have my children with you."

She smiled and pressed a quick peck in his full lips.

"So what were the conclusions?"

"You're going to laugh if I tell you."

"Give it a try, you may be surprised."

"I like Romeo if it's a boy and Ophelia if it's a girl..."

Kyungsoo stayed silent for the next minute, looking down at his own bare feet.

"My love, I know you adore your Shakespeare, but you can't name our children like that."

"Why not?" She sat up on the bed with outrage in her face. "Those are classical and very beautiful names. David Beckham's son is called Romeo."

"But Beckham is a celebrity, he can get away with that kind of stuff."

"Do Kyungsoo, you are a celebrity as well."

"I know, but I've never been so extravagant!"

Silence fell down once again in the room as they were both lost in their own thoughts.

"Romeo is more or less acceptable, but Ophelia..."

"What?"

"It's a super ugly name."

"Oh my god, how dare you! She's one of my favourite characters! She's portrayed in a very skilful way and..."

"I know, I'm not questioning Shakespeare ability. It's just the name, it's awful!"

She crossed her arms and huffed, looking like a three year old who had had a toy taken away.

"Besides, think about it this way. Things are already hard enough for kids at schools, we don't want to give other kids reasons to pick on them, right?"

"Maybe the other parents should teach their kids that picking on people is plain wrong."

"We agree on that, love." He grabbed one of her hands to kiss it. "But that's not something that can be fixed in such short time, so it's kind of our responsibility to shield our kids, right?"

"I guess."

"Come on," he pulled from her arm to make her lay down again. "I'm sure there's plenty of more normal names that you love as well."

"What about you?"

"Me? I love your name." He smiled at her.

"I do not agree with repetition of names inside the same household. Imagine you'd call out my name one day and both of us answered at the same time. Too confusing."

"You think too much." He answered as he started kissing the back of her neck. "In my opinion, you need me to help you relax..."

She giggled and reached out to the side to turn off the light.

Some time later, his voice filled the room again.

"Was this all just wondering or was it your twisted way of telling me you're pregnant?"

"Geez, Kyungsoo, you're the one who needs to relax now!"

******

"Did you eat them?" Kyungsoo shook the open bag of bugles in front of his girlfriend, who diverted her attention from the screen of her laptop for a secong.

"Ah, yeah. I was super hungry when I got home earlier."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's just a bag of bugles, it's no big deal. There are still some left, you can eat those."

He grunted all the way back to his spot in the sofa.

"I can believe it."

His voice filled with dismay caught her attention and made her look away from her work again.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything is wrong!"

"Quit playing, Kyungsoo!"

He slowly raised his hands to show her. Each finger had a bugle perfectly fitting around the tip of it, making it look as if he was wearing very long and spiky, orange fake nails. It would have been a perfect manicure had it not been for the last finger, the pinky finger of his left hand, which was empty.

"I can't believe you ate everything and didn't even leave enough for my witch nails." He looked at her with tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. This seemed very alarming until she remembered he was an actor too. "I don't know if I'm even going to be able to forgive you for this affront."

She laughed as he lowered his head and started fake crying.

"I swear you're such a kid sometimes."

She stood up from her spot and sat back down next to him, took his right hand and brought it to her mouth, so she could catch the chip from his right pinky finger, as he looked on.

"Now they're even. You can pretend this witch just has four fingers." Before going back to her writing, she kissed his lips. "Don't you worry, baby, I'll get you one of the big bags tomorrow."

******

"I know you're dying to say something."

Kyungsoo was sitting on the kitchen countertop, moving his legs rhythmically and observing as she struggled with the ingredients and quantities. The atmosphere in the kitchen was very hot, because she had turned the oven on half an hour ago, despite not actually having anything inside to roast. Her hair had been pulled up in a bun, but there were droplets of sweat in her forehead and along her neck.

Last night at dinner time she had complained about some aspect of the cooking Kyungsoo was usually the one in charge of, which had led to almost an hour of bickering that ended up in her having to cook for the whole next day. He had put up stoically with the burnt toasts at breakfast time and had been lucky at lunch, as her mother had invited them for the day. But at dinner time there was no escaping for her, and he had been biting down his tongue to avoid criticising her ways in the kitchen. Rather, the lack of them.

"Come one," she teased. "What am I doing wrong?"

She smiled sweetly at her.

"That's way too much kimchi for two."

"I thought you liked kimchi."

"I do and I can take a good amount of it, but it's going to melt your mouth off."

"You're exaggerating. It'll be fine."

"You can't say I didn't warn you," he shrugged.

Later, after they had set the table and were sitting down in their spot, they both took the first bite at the same time. They chewed in silence for a minute and raised their eyes up to smile at each other. They'd already eaten half of the plates when Kyungsoo spoke again.

"If you keep pretending your mouth is not burning like hell you're going to have smoke coming out of your ears."

"Oh my god," was her only response before she jumped off the chair and run to the kitchen to take big gulps out of the milk bottle.

She came back to him with the bottle on one hand and taking bites of a piece of bread she was holding in the other. Meanwhile, Kyungsoo was still eating normally.

"I don't get what went wrong..." she managed to let out with her mouth full of bread.

"Did you follow the recipe I gave you?"

"I did, but..."

"Are you sure?"

"Kyungsoo, I am! I can read a simple recipe!"

"I'd double check, just in case..." he answered calmly.

When she came back again from the kitchen after having taken a second look at the recipe, her eyes were down and she was pouting. The vision of her defeat made Kyungsoo chuckle.

"I messed up the amount of kimchi with the amount of onion, which was next in the list. I can't believe it..."

"I know."

"How are you still eating that? It's unedible!"

"I like spicy foods."

"So does that mean I win?"

Kyungsoo's lips looked a bit more swollen than usual when he wiped his mouth with the napkin.

"Let's call it a draw. You're unable to follow a recipe, but I enjoyed the result either way."

She sat on his knees and put her arms around his neck, happily.

"But that doesn't mean you're allowed to celebrate!" He raised his finger to stop her before she could even start. "And you can't complain about my food anymore. You have to admit all my stuff is just better than this."

******

"Sit down here and wait for me, okay? I won't take very long!"

It had been a couple of very intense weeks for Kyungsoo at work, full of rehearsals and recordings, he even had to spend some days traveling with the group for a TV program shooting in Japan. She was eager for him to come back so they could spend some time together and she had prepared accordingly. She had moved the big armchair that usually dwelled in the living room to their bed room, which looked more organized than usual. She had lighted up some scented candles, so the lightning in the room was dim and warm and the air smelled floral and fresh.

She stepped into the bathroom next to their bedroom, where she was keeping a bag with the impulse buy she had made that same morning at a lingerie shop. She took off her clothes and slipped into the lacy ensemble; put on perfume in strategic spots, so he could perceive the scent but not taste it by accident; and applied a shade of red lipstick that complimented her skin. She knew how arousing it was for him to see the marks of her kisses scattered all over his body. After messing her hair just a little bit more and taking a deep breath, she came out of the bathroom and walked up quietly to the back of the armchair, whispering whatever nasty words came to her mind in that moment.

She circled the armchair to face his boyfriend, smiling, and to find him there, the exact same position she had placed him in, asleep like a log.

"Kyungsoo!" She grabbed one of the smaller pillows and threw it at his face. "I can't believe you fell asleep! What did I do all this for?"

Kyungsoo woke up with a confused expression in his face and looked around the room before rubbing his eyes. When he came to his senses, he found his rather upset girlfriend sitting down at the end of the bed, all her features pointing down.

"Oh, my love, I'm so sorry." He kneeled down between her legs to hug her and put his head down over her breasts. "I'm sorry I fell asleep, it's just been very long days and I was very tired."

"I wanted to surprise you..." she said on the verge of tears.

"I know, I'm sorry. So so sorry." He apologized profusely as he laid her down on the bed and started leaving soft kisses all over her cleavage and belly. "I was dying to be here, back home with you. You're so sexy, you're driving me crazy." He stopped to let his eyes roam all over her body. "Are those new? I don't remember them."

She nodded with a small smile on her lips.

"It's beautiful and fits you perfectly. Please, wear it often. But you know I like you even more when you're not wearing anything at all."

She laughed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You're good at sweet-talking," she said before pushing to take him off her so she could straddle his hips on the top. "But that doesn't pay for the fact that you fell asleep. I'm going to have to punish you." Now it was her kissing down his body and nibbling at his earlobe, making him squirm. "I love you either way."

"I love you too." His hands were caressing all her skin until she made him stop by pinning them both over his head. "And I'll take any punishment you consider necessary."

Masterlist

[scurvgirl]

How To Train Your Dragonling

Nope, haven’t finished the great big Inquisitor!Kass fill with people, but here have some Aili and Uthvir bonding with Ashokara.

Aili belongs to @lillotte17, Uthvir belongs to @feynites, Melarue belongs to @justanartsysideblog

Also, I am going off of Origins classification of magic for ease of reference. 

“I want to learn how to fight,” Ash says. Mama’s out with Melarue and Solas and Bull on some trip. Mama leaves a lot these days, but Skyhold’s nice, there are some fun people she can run around with. Like Sera, Sera is lots of fun.

But Commander Cullen is absolutely not fun.

“No, your mother is not here. And besides you are...eight and...not big enough,” he says. Ashokara sniffs.

“I’m almost as big as Uthvir, and they fight.”

“Yes, well, they’re an adult.” And that is apparently when he decides he’s done talking with the Inquisitor’s daughter and heads off with some other human messenger. 

Ash grunts angrily and smoke puffs out of her nose, like a dragon. Just like a dragon, except that no one is teaching her how to actually be a dragon! It’s so frustrating, all she wants to do is help and to actually...do what she feels like she should be doing with her magic. The old Circle marms don’t get it, she’s not a peaceful, happy, healing mage - she’s...fire. And she wants to use that fire, but every time she tries to express that desire they get all concerned that she’s going to end up like some old poor mage they once knew, blah blah blah. 

She’s not bad for wanting to use her magic in the way that it naturally manifests, she doesn’t think. And she doesn’t want to force herself to use the magic that doesn’t come naturally to her - like spirit magic. Spirit magic makes absolutely no sense to her, and Cole even tried to help her a big with it because of his whole...spirit weirdness. But primal, fire and even some of the other elements - those make sense. 

It also seems like the appropriate time to learn how to fight, she thinks. She’s been asking ever since Haven and Melarue has shown her some things when it comes to daggers, but they’re gone almost as frequently as Mama. She’s asked others - Solas, Vivienne, Dorian. Madame Vivienne showed Ash how to construct a barrier from more primal based magic. Dorian, while very powerful even with his weird Tevinter-ness, was very flourishy and not really the best teacher all things considered. Solas tried but quickly found that Ash’s magic is so different from his that he had trouble teaching her. 

Ash finally gave up and switched tactics - if she can’t learn fighting magic, she can learn how to use a sword or a spear or a...hammer or something. But apparently Commander Cullen is completely against the idea, or maybe he’s lying for ease because he’s already so busy. Whatever the reason, he told her no. 

But she will not be deterred, she is the Inquisitor’s daughter after all. 

Ashokara heads out after the training group, grabbing what looks to be a practice sword on the way. Or at least, she tries to pick it up. It’s heavy! She never thought they were this heavy, sure it’s metal but...Mama wields swords almost twice this size and doesn’t even blink at the weight. 

Mama is very strong.

“What exactly are you trying to accomplish?” A low voice asks from behind her. Ash yips, drops the sword, and spins around to see Uthvir standing there, arms crossed and mouth quirked into a smirk. 

“Uuh,” she stammers.

“Because it looks like you’re trying to pick up that training sword and go practice with the soldiers after being told ‘no’,” they say and she darts her eyes to the side.

“It’s not like I was gonna hurt anybody.”

“Except yourself. You’ll wrench your arm and throw your back if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Well, it’s not like I didn’t ask anybody to teach me! Everyone said no or gave up! But I’m not gonna give up so I’m trying!” She declares though she thinks it comes out whinier than intended. But she doesn’t back down and crosses her arms, lifting her chin in defiance. But Uthvir doesn’t seemed offended or upset at all, instead their smirk turns more into a smile and they uncross their arms.

“I never said that it was a bad idea, dragonling. I can show you how to fight.”

Wait, did they really just say that? Ash blinks at them.

“Wait, really? You don’t think I’m too young or small or I don’t need to?” She asks quickly.

“You’re eight, which is old enough to me for this weird world we live in. No, you’re not too small, and you’re the inquisitor’s daughter. You’re a target, you should know how to defend yourself at least,” they summarize, counting on their gauntlet clad fingers. 

“That’s what I said! But nobody listened to me!” She exclaimed, holding out her hands. 

Uthvir turned and waved for her to follow of their shoulder, “Come along then.” 

She hurries quickly after them, almost tripping over the practice sword before jumping away. She’s...really going to do it, then. And Uthvir of all people is going to show her!

They’re usually not around that much, they keep to themselves for the most part, only heading out when the scouts really need them, though Ash isn’t entirely sure what it is they do. 

But they’re going to teach her! 

“What weapons are we going to use? Do you use sword or daggers or big swords and axes or spears and what are those things with the three pointy things? Melarue sometimes uses a whip, do you use a whip?” She rambles.

Uthvir doesn’t reply as she rambles on, questioning them about everything. Instead they just lead her to a smaller courtyard, located further back from the stables. 

“Oh! Maybe a mace! Something to clobber someone!” She says excitedly. 

They nod, “That does sound exciting. Now give me twenty push-ups.”

Her brow furrows in confusion, “What?”

“Did I stutter? I said do twenty push-ups!” 

She blinks and does the translation in her head, it’s not exactly a common phrase -

“Ashokara -

“Oh!” One of those! She drops to her hands and feet and begins to raise and lower herself as instructed. Uthvir corrects her form many times and when she’s done, her arms are aching a bit. Next they tell her to do twenty sit-ups, which she does. Her tummy aches, but she gets through it. 

And then comes the running. So much running! Why is there so much running?

By the end of the day, she hasn’t even touched a weapon but her body is aching and exhausted. They tell her good work and they’ll see her tomorrow but oh, she doesn’t know if there’s going to be a tomorrow if she can’t peel herself off the ground. 

But she manages to get up and Josephine finds her and ends up eating with her. Josie rambles on about documents and things and gives Ash new things to practice her reading on, but really at this point, she just wants to sleep. 

She practically collapses into Mama’s bed and sleeps so deeply that not even demons touch her dreams.

The next day brings with it ravenous hunger and aches and pains. But Uthvir is unrelenting as they make her run, jump, and whatever else they deem necessary to build her up to working with actual weapons. 

But they tell her that they think that’s enough for the day by lunch time and they go back to their duties while she is left to recover and return to her actual magical studies. 

The old Circle marms tell her she’s late and she shrugs.

“Important Inquisitor’s Daughter’s business, you know,” she says and it’s not like they can really do anything. 

And so training with Uthvir goes. She rises early, eats breakfast with them and then they train. At some point, training gets easier, but then they realize that she isn’t quite so winded, so they make it a tad more difficult. 

Mama and Melarue come back to Skyhold after three weeks away, and they are quick to monopolize her time. But Ash isn’t complaining, she’s missed them and she does cling to Mama for the first couple days she’s back. They all sup together in Mama’s rooms and Ash tells them about how Uthvir has been training her and how great it is. Mama doesn’t even get mad and neither does Melarue, but Mama does look a little sad and says she’s sorry for not being able to train her herself. 

“Uthvir’s really great, too, Mama. They know a lot.”

She cuddles Mama extra-long that night and asks for three stories instead of her normal two. 

The fourth day she resumes training with Uthvir...and Melarue decides to observe. They tell Uthvir to lighten up a bit, that while she needs to learn to defend herself, running an eight-year-old into the ground is not how you do things. 

“Just because she is almost the same size as you does not mean she can handle the things you or an adult elf can - she is a child,” they warn and Uthvir...listens. In their own way, Ash guesses. 

Her regimens become longer but less intense and much more manageable. 

A week later and Ash walks into the courtyard to find them holding two long wooden rods that she’s seen the soldiers use from time to time. They hand one to her and she tests the weight, finding it to be sturdy but not too heavy, not like the practice sword all those weeks ago.

“Are we -

“Mages use staves, correct? You should know how to use one correctly, not like those inept fools in the rebellion,” they say with a bit more bite than she’s used to. But then they start showing her the proper stance and way to hold the staff. They move to basic moves and generally getting her comfortable with it. 

Ash is sweating by the end of their session, but grinning wildly. She really wants to hug them, but refrains, they’re seem to be extra spiky today and she takes that as a cue. 

But then  someone walks into the courtyard and Uthvir stops what they’re doing and looks around a little...sheepishly?

“Uthvir, are you...?”

“She is a target, she needs to know how to defend herself,” they immediately respond to Aili’s probing question. But Ash smirks.

“They totally offered to train me! Isn’t it great?” She says.

Aili looks back over at Uthvir who is scowling at her. They stalk over to her and take the practice staff away.

“That is enough for today, I have many things to do other than babysitting -

“Hey! You said we were training buddies and that this is way better than sitting around filing stupid reports that don’t mean anything!” She quickly defends. 

“Training buddies?” Aili asks.

“I did not say that!”

“Uh yes, you did. You said it last week when I was tired and didn’t think I could run four more laps and said that you had more important things to do than train me. You said I’m your training buddy and that this is much more fun than sitting around,” she counters. A hush falls over the courtyard and Uthvir purses their lips. 

“You’re nice!” Aili suddenly says.

“NO! This is practical!” They immediately shoot back.

Ash blinks and shrugs, “Why can’t it be both?” The adults quiet for a moment. 

“You’re niiiiiiice!” Aili says again. 

“Stop saying that!” They object again.

“I’m confused, is being nice a bad thing?” Ashokara asks.

“No, being nice is a very good thing, be nice...like Uthvir,” Aili responds. Ash furrows her brow.

“So...I should cover myself in spikes, say ‘fuck’ a lot but do nice things for people even when they don’t ask?” The adults pause at that and Aili’s face turns red.

“I would leave the spikes and cursing out, but yes! Just like that!” Aili nods and looks vaguely victorious while Uthvir lets out an exasperated breath. 

“I could always train with you too, you know.” Aili says after a moment. Both Uthvir and Ash startle at that and Ash breaks into a big grin. 

“Really?!”

Aili smiles at Ash and lifts her hand, bright orange flames suddenly bursting to life in her palm. Ash squeals and runs over to Aili, throwing her arms around her.

“You’re like me!” 

The elf staggers a bit but hugs Ash back. She’s warm like Ash is and she smells like flowers which is nice too. 

“You’ll let me set fire to things?” She asks.

“Targets, sure! How else do you learn how to control fire?”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Ash declares. She turns back to face Uthvir who has finished putting their things up. She makes a circle with her arms and leans in, tilting her head.

“What are you doing?” They ask.

“Air hugs! You don’t like touching hugs, so air hugs!” Ash declares proudly before hugging Aili again. She closes her eyes in happiness, she has training buddies now! Two of them!