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braincoins · 4 years ago

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Prompt for yoooouuuu: Whenever Ao Bing is super happy, his tail appears

((Ne Zha is on Netflix, everyone. Go watch it. Also, very little is known about the food of the Shang Dynasty, so forgive me for artistic license.))

He was surprised to see Ne Zha that day, walking through the town towards him.

“What?” his friend asked. “I’m trying to get used to this form.”

Ao Bing thought of it as Ne Zha’s battle form, because that was usually the only time he looked like this: about his height (if you didn’t count the wheels, which he wasn’t using at the moment), shoulder-length hair that just went straight back from his head, as if he were always running. In short, he didn’t look like a human three year old at all, which was appropriate. He wasn’t entirely human.

Still, it wasn’t the form he was used to, and he felt his heart rev, his breath get short. Surely this was because he had fought against his friend like this, and his body was thus preparing for another battle. He kept his outward appearance calm. He fell in alongside him and they walked together towards the market.

Ne Zha was still talking, as he was wont to do. “Now that we have bodies again, I want to make sure I can control what I look like and control my powers better.”

Ao Bing glanced down and, sure enough, Ne Zha had the Universal Ring around his wrist. He’s still taking some precautions then. That is good.

“And it’s nice, sometimes, to be able to look down on other people,” as they passed a boy particularly known for blaming Ne Zha for everything. His friend grinned at the boy, all fangs, and the boy quailed and found somewhere else to be. This made Ne Zha smile, pleased at himself, and Ao Bing found he couldn’t help smiling as well.

“Huh?” His friend was looking at him, confused. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, also confused. They stopped walking.

Ne Zha pointed down and to one side, and that was when Ao Bing realized what had happened: he had partially shifted, showing his draconic tail.

Self-consciously, it wrapped around him until he could grab protective hold of the end of it. “Sorry,” and he was aware he was blushing, “this happens sometimes.”

“Really? When? Do you have to think about it all the time to keep it hidden?”

“N-not as such, no, I...” I just have better control over myself when I’m not overcome by emotions. “It happens when I’m happy. Sometimes.”

Ne Zha laughed. “When you’re happy, you sprout a tail?!”

“Sometimes,” he repeated defensively. He closed his eyes and concentrated and felt the tail become insubstantial in his grip, then disappear entirely. “There. I’m sorry. That won’t happen again.”

“Why not?” Ne Zha punched him lightly in the shoulder. (Though, one of Ne Zha’s punches, even a light one, would surely have knocked back any human.) “What’s wrong with being happy? Or is it just that you don’t have as much control over this form as I thought you did?”

“I have this form and my dragon form,” he said. “I have never looked as you did when we first met.”

“But it’s still a form you take, right? I always thought you had no problem with them!”

Something occurred to him. “Is that why you’re walking around like this?” he asked, letting his eyes dip over Ne Zha’s more... developed appearance. “To try to be more like me?”

Ne Zha whipped his head away quickly, but Ao Bing was pretty sure he’d caught the hint of some red in his friend’s cheeks. “Idiot. Who said that? I didn’t say that!”

“Of course not,” he agreed. “Let’s continue our walk. Where are we going?”

“The market.” He walked off first, and Ao Bing gave him some time before catching up with him.

“Why are we here again?” he asked, trying not to care about the humans staring at them.

“To show off, of course. Besides, they like us now.”

“Better than they did before,” he agreed. But he still thought that they liked Ne Zha and not him. He was still a dragon, after all.

“And I like being able to go wherever I want now,” he declared, head held high. He hadn’t brought any weapons - that Ne Zha could see - but he still had the Red Armillary Sash floating around him. It still set him apart from the humans around them.

They chatted lightly until they reached the market, and Ne Zha told him, “Pick out something you like.”

“What?”

“I want to get you something.”

He blinked. “Y-you don’t have to get me anything. You are my friend.”

“I know! That’s why I want to get you something!” Ne Zha nearly yelled in frustration.

In order to keep his friend calm, he nodded. “Very well. But I must get you something in return.”

“Nah.”

“Yes. Because you are my friend.”

“There’s nothing I like here anyway,” Ne Zha insisted, turning his head away.

We’ll see about that. They set out into the market. But I have need of nothing. I cannot think of anything that I would want. He watched Ne Zha instead, to see if he showed interest in anything. But he seemed similarly bored.

Then a smell hit his nose. He closed his eyes and let it fill his nostrils. And when he opened his eyes again, Ne Zha was looking at him with the exact same expression on his face. “Roasted fish!” they both exclaimed, and then laughed.

“I will buy yours and you can buy mine,” Ao Bing said. “This can be our gifts to each other.”

“Done!” Ne Zha exclaimed, before adding, “Race you!” and running towards the appetizing scent. Ao Bing laughed and ran after him.

After skewers of roasted fish were acquired, they gave up all pretense of humanity. “Let’s go to the beach to eat them!” Ne Zha declared, jumping up and running off without waiting for an answer. Ao Bing followed.

They sat on a large tree branch, feet bare in the sand, and feasted on roasted fish with apricots. Ne Zha was just throwing the empty skewers on the ground, but Ao Bing convinced him to burn them to ash, so as not to dirty the beautiful beach.

“Your tail’s out again,” he said as he collected the skewers to burn.

Ao Bing blushed and mumbled. “It is good to have a meal with a friend,” he said, sounding apologetic. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The tail went away.

“Hey!”

He opened his eyes.

Ne Zha was waving a shuttlecock in front of his face. “Let’s kick the shuttlecock around! I haven’t done it much in this form.”

He smiled. “Very well.”

They spread apart and began to... play. There was no better word for it. There was no reason to do this except that it was enjoyable, it... was fun. Ao Bing hadn’t had much (if any) fun in his life before Ne Zha.

At some point, Ne Zha had begun closing the distance. It was fairly subtle at first - and surprising; Ne Zha was anything but subtle - and easy to write off as necessary steps to hit the shuttlecock back. But he was not retreating. Ao Bing realized that the fast, hard hits his friend preferred were getting harder to return when there was less distance between them. He could still manage it, of course, but he had to think and react faster.

“You think to win through this trickery?” he asked as if displeased. Surely his smile gave away the lie.

“I think it’s more fun this way,” Ne Zha retorted. “And also winning is more fun.”

He laughed and nearly missed a return volley. Nearly. “It’s cheating, you know.”

“It’s fun,” Ne Zha insisted, moving closer still.

“It is,” he agreed.

“More of a challenge.”

“Indeed.”

“And...”

“And?”

“I like being closer to you.”

The shuttlecock flew right past Ao Bing’s surprised eyes.

“Ha! I win!”

“D-did you mean that?”

“What?”

“That you like being closer to me.”

In a blink, Ne Zha was right in front of him, grinning. “Of course I meant it. You calling me a liar?”

He leaned his head away instinctively. “No, not at all! It’s just...”

“Ao Bing,” and his voice was... uncharacteristically soft. “We are friends, but we are more than that. We are opposites, but we are the same.”

He felt his face heating. “We are,” he agreed.

“Do you not like being close to me?” Ne Zha asked, his voice an almost tentative whisper.

“I did not say that at all,” Ao Bing replied, smiling. He traced the mark on Ne Zha’s forehead with one finger. “I do like being close to you.”

“Prove it,” Ne Zha challenged.

There sprang to Ao Bing’s mind an immediate answer as to how he should do that. He could picture it so perfectly it was as if he were outside his own body (again) and watching it happen: watching his own eyes close as he leaned in, watching his lips draw near to Ne Zha’s and finally pressing against his to kiss him.

And then Ne Zha pushed on his forehead - right on the sigil there - and backed away a little, laughing. “Your tail is out again!”

And so it was, and he might have been more embarrassed except that he could see Ne Zha’s cheeks burning red, his eyes flitting to his own then away again, like a restless fly.

“It’s your own fault,” he said, pleased at how even his own voice came out despite the heat in his face and the tail drifting lazily from side to side behind him.

“My fault?!” Ne Zha yelled, face whipping back to his.

“Yours,” he agreed. “You make me happy, so it’s your fault.” And, impulsively, he rushed in, kissed the end of Ne Zha’s nose, and, laughing, jumped up into the sky

“OY! GET BACK HERE!” Ne Zha roared, chasing after him.

Ao Bing laughed with joy and let his tail be, for now.

#Ne Zha #Oubing #Socks mangles Chinese legends and history and apologizes to all of China for it #materassassino

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dreamingwithbts · 4 years ago

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Demon (Boku No Hero) - Chapter 3

Warning: Swearing

Not getting any response from the angry pomeranian I look at him and see him looking at Izuku, mouth open with a huge shocked kind of angry face. “Eh?” I say confused, then explosives come from his hands, and he starts running towards Izuku. “Hey! Tell me what’s going on, Deku, you bastard!” He says. “SHIT!” I say making the blue hair guy and the brow hair girl look at me shock. I teleport in front of a very scared Izuku facing Bakugo. “Get out of my way Demon!” Bakugo screams even more angry. “Bring it.” I say to him angry, red mist starting to surround me. “Aka-chan!” Izuku says trembling, suddenly my mist disappears and out of nowhere Aizawa-sensei scarf appears and stops Bakugo, making Izuku sigh in relief and me to pout wanting to fight him. “Oh man, I was hoping for a fight.” I think. “I don’t know if I’m relief Aizawa-sensei stopped Kacchan or Aka-chan.” Izuku thinks looking at the scene.

“What the...? These cloths are hard..!” I hear Bakugo say trying to move. “They’re weapons for capture made of carbon fiber woven together with metal wire made of a special alloy.” Aizawa-sensei explains. “I was caught many times with that weapon, they really are too strong.” I think sweating nervous at my memories. “Jeez...Don’t keep making me use my Quirk over and over. I have eye dry.” Aizawa-sensei says. “So that’s what happen.” I think, understanding now why my mist disappeared. “It’s suck a waste, since his Quirk is so amazing!” The whole class says making me nod agreeing with them. “We’re wasting time. Whoever’s next, get ready.” Aizawa-sensei says. “Every minute it passed he looks more tired.” I say making Izuku nod. “Come on.” I say and start walking to where the others are, Izuku walking with me looking at Bakugo, who glares at me when we passed making me glare back. “Why is she protecting him? And why do I care?” Bakugo thinks.

The brow girl immediately starts talking with Izuku making the boy blush at the attention. “I ship it so hard!” I think smiling watching the pair, I look at Bakugo and I see him glaring at Izuku again. “Why does he hate him so much? What’s on your mine Time Bomb?” I think looking attentively at him. “Until a little while ago, he was just a pebble on the side of the road.” Bakugo thinks, angry, looking at Izuku. “And now that’s her, his protector, why is he so special? Why is she so special?” He thinks looking at Aka who was looking right into his eyes, not showing any emotion. “Who is she?” He thinks.

The rest of class continues, we had to do sit-ups, who required partners and when I was going to Izuku suddenly someone takes the back of my uniform and drag me with him. “You’re with me Demon.” A deep voice says, Bakugo. “You could have asked nicely.” I say teasing him and I wave at Izuku who looks at us nervous. I see him with Uraraka, I finally learned her name, became his partner. “I ship it!” I say whispering holding Bakugo. “What did you say extra?” Bakugo asks me doing sit-ups. “Nothing!” I say smiling. “Tsk.” He makes a sound, and we continue doing the sit-ups.

Then we did seater toe-touch, me and Bakugo did it perfectly, and I almost laugh hard watching Izuku struggling. Finally, the exercises stopped after the long-distance run. “Ne? Izu-kun, are you okay?” I ask the broccoli boy who was laying on the ground, dying. “F...Fine Aka-chan.” He says almost without breath. “Come on, let’s go.” I say and used my red mist to help him on his feet, then all of us stay in front of Aizawa-sensei. “Okay, I’ll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It’s a waste of time to explain verbally, so I’ll show you the results at once.” Aizawa-sensei says then a digital screen appears with our results.

It was easy seeing my name, 2º place, I also see I was above Bakugo who was 4º place, I can already feel him looking at me, so I look at him smirking evilly making him glare hard. “He so wants to kill me.” I think. “I’m going to kill her.” Bakugo thinks.

I look back at the screen and see Izuku name in last, looking at him shaking. “Don’t worry Izuku.” I think then look back at Aizawa-sensei. “By the way, I was lying about the expulsion.” Aizawa-sensei says. “Knew it!” I whisper happy but Uraraka looks at me shocked and Izuku was to busy being worried to hear me. “It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your Quirks.” Aizawa-sensei says smiling creepily. “WHAT!?” Everyone screams, I put my hand up and say. “Aizawa-sensei could you not smile like that again, it was creepy.” Aizawa-sensei sighs but ignores me making me pout at him. “With that, we’re done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom so when you get back, look over them.” Aizawa-sensei says starting to leave, and I hear Izuku sigh in relief. “You had nothing to worry about Izu-kun!” I say happy patting his back making him smile nervously at me. “Have the old lady fix you in the nurse’s office. Tomorrow will be packed with even more rigorous tests. Prepare yourself.” Aizawa-sensei says giving Izuku a paper and nodding at me while leaving training ground. “Come on Izuku, I’ll take you her.” I say already moving making him run a little towards me. “Are you sure Aka-chan?” He asks. “Of course, you don’t even know where it is, and Dad made me memorize the school map remember.” I say smiling at me. “Oh, right.” He says.

“Aizawa, you liar!” All Might say smiling at Aizawa who responds very tired. “All Might. So you were watching? Too much time on your hands?” “A rational deception, you said? April Fools was last week. You also felt the potential of that kid, right?” All Might ask him. “Also? You seem to be supporting him quite a bit. Is that how a teacher should be acting? Choosing favorites.” Aizawa says. “Don’t pretend you didn’t choose your favorite already.” All Might say and a black and red hair girl came to both males minds.

The school ended, me and Izuku were walking together, him very tired while I was amused watching him until a hand came in contact with Izuku shoulder. “It’s the blue hair guy.” I think. “Lida-kun!” Izuku says. “Is your finger healed?” Lida asks him. “Yeah, thanks to Recovery Girl.” Izuku says showing him his finger. “And you!” Lida suddenly turns to me. “Huh?” I ask tilting my head. “Your Aka Akuma! I’m Lida Tenya.” He introduces himself. “Nice to meet you.” I say and the three of us start walking again, them talking while I stay in silence. “Hey! You three! Going to the station? Wait for me!” We hear a voice, and we look back, Uraraka running towards us. “Uraraka-san?!” Izuku says and I look at him smirking. “You’re the infinity girl.” Lida says. “I’m Ochaco Uraraka. Um, you’re Lida Tenya-kun, you’re Aka Akuma-chan, and you’re Deku Midoriya, right?” Uraraka says. “Deku?!” Izuku says shocked, and I look to the side trying to hide my laugh. “Huh? But during the fitness test, the boy names Bakugo said ‘‘Deku, you bastard!’’. Right?” She innocently says. “Uh...my real name is Izuku, but D-Deku is what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me...” Izuku explains nervous. “An insult?” Lida. “Stupid angry pomeranian.” I say under my breath. “Oh, is that right? Sorry! But Deku sounds like the japanese word for ‘‘You can do it!’’ So I kinda like it.” Uraraka says smiling big. “I’m Deku!” Izuku screams red as a tomato and I laugh hardly behind him making the other two look at us weirdly, and so again we started walking towards the station this time with Uraraka with us.

“I’m home!” Skinny Dad sayings entering the door. “Hey Dad.” I say hugging him. “How was your first day of school?” Dad asks me smiling. “Like you didn’t watch the all thing.” I say my eyebrow up when I remember him when I caught him spying on me and Izuku. “Hahahahaha, tell me anyway.” Dad laughs nervously. “It was good. Didn’t expect to Aizawa-sensei to me the home room teacher, but since it’s him I feel a lot better knowing he will be there.” I explain to Dad who nods understanding what I mean. “Did you make friends?” He asks. “Yes! Ochaco Uraraka and Lida Tenya! And Shoto it’s in my class, but he seemed like he didn’t want to talk, so I let him be.” I say and we kept talking.

The next day

The Second day of school wasn’t so excited like the first, we had English in the morning with Mic-sensei, it was so boring I almost feel asleep, I look at my side and see Bakugo sleeping, his head resting on his hand making me smile at his face. “Cute.” I think, and then he opens his eyes and looks right at me and both of us quickly look away embarrassed.

“Finally lunchtime!” I say excited, walking with Izuku, Lida and Uraraka to the cafeteria. “You really love your food Aka-chan.” Izuku says smiling. The four of us got the food and were walking towards a table until a hand stopped me, grabbing my elbow and making me walk with him. “You’re eating with me Demon.” Bakugo says dragging me. “I’ll see you guys in the classroom!” I say to them while Izuku nods shaking. “If you wanted me to eat with you so bad you could just ask.” I say teasing Bakugo while we set in the table with other people. “Shut up.” Bakugo says. “Hi Aka-chan!” I hear in front of me and see Mina. “Hi Mina-chan!” I say happy. “Hi! I never introduced myself! I’m Kirishima Eijiro!” A red hair guy says beside Mina. “I’m Kaminari Denki!” A blonde guy says beside Kirishima. “And I’m Sero Hanta.” A black guy says beside Bakugo. “I’m Aka Akuma, please call me Aka.” I say, and we spend the lunch talking, well everyone but Bakugo.

The lunch hour was over and the next class was Hero Basic Training, with Dad. “I am...coming through the door like a normal person.” Buff All Might scream entering the room very loudly. “Oh my god.” I whisper embarrassed hearing my classmates talking about him, but I was excited none less. “I teach Hero Basic Training. It is a subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero. You’ll take the most units of this subject! Let’s get right into it! This is what we’ll do today. Combat training!” All Might say very excited. “Combat....”Bakugo says excited. “...training.” Izuku finishes very nervous. “Shit.” I only say. “And to go with that are these! Costumes made based on your Quirk registrations and requests you sent in before school started.” All Might continue while in the wall a lot of cases come off, all with numbers. “Now, I’m even more excited!” I think when I take the number 12 case. “After you change, gather in Ground Beta!” All Might say, and I start walking with Uraraka and Mina to the girls changing room and start wearing our costumes.

I dress myself in the costume and for some reason I felt a lot of breeze, and it was kind of tight. “Woah Aka-chan! You look so sexy!” Mina says very excited looking at me while the other girls blush looking at me. “Hm?” I say confused then look in the mirror, I look almost half naked. “Oh my god! I look so hot!” I say looking at myself. “Dad is going to kill me.” I think laughing.

Costume: (Instead of blue is red)

Almost everyone was already there, and I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. “MY DAUGHTER! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!” All Might scream at his head looking at his almost half naked daughter who waves and smiles innocently at him, loving the nervous state she left him. “Woah Aka-chan! You look so manly!” Kirishima says coming near me blushing a little. “Thanks Kiri! You look manly too!” I say looking at his abs. “Thanks!” Kiri smiles at me. “What the hell are you wearing?” Bakugo angry comes barking in my ear. “What? You don’t like it?” I tease him seeing him trying not to look at my boobs, failing and I could hear Kirishima laughing behind me. “Shut up!” Bakugo says staying beside me not looking at me, so I got the opportunity to look at his costume, and god dammit didn’t he look good. “Like what you’re seeing?” Bakugo teased me this time. “Shut up.” I say blushing a little and look around missing Bakugo smirk. “Oh, Deku-kun?” I hear Uraraka and I look behind to see Izuku in his costume. “So obvious.” All Might and I think trying not to laugh, and I could feel a confused Bakugo looking at me. “Oh my god, this class is amazing!” Mineta says looking at my boobs, while I was distracted, so I didn’t notice Bakugo almost killing Mineta.

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ryqoshay · 4 years ago

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Tri-Arame: RPG Night

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Secondary Pairings: AiRina, Shizu??? Words: ~2.8k Rating: T’ish for some fantastical violence and a mildly suggestive ending Time Frame: First year of college? Maybe second? Dunno yet Story Arc: Stand Alone (for now... I may indulge more in this later)

Author’s Note: This may be my most self-indulgent chapter yet; doing a crossover of sorts with my own unpublished work and even bringing in my screennamesake. And trying a new formatting style to boot. But after Setsu’s Bond episode revealed she liked TTRPGs, I couldn’t stop thinking about this. Well, except to get sidetracked by writing two other scenes...

Anyway for those who are unfamiliar with my D&D story - read: at least 95% of my readers, probably more but that's the cap for a d20 - names may get a bit messy and confusing. Most of my OCs have a given name, family name and a call sign. And several have nicknames. I’ll give a list of who is playing who here at the start, but for a bit more information on the in-game characters, please refer to the notes in my Followup Post.

Player - Character Call Sign - Character Name Setsuna - Dungeon Master Yuu - Ryqoshay - Rebecca Bouteillevoix Ayumu - Yozakura - Hakumei Yaiba Rina - Nullsilver Luna Ai - Recipere (Rx) - Rachel Ira Xaviera Shizuku - Lady Sanguine - Vivian Sexton / Sanguine

Ryqoshay couldn’t help a smirk as she took careful aim. It didn’t matter that her bodyguard, Yozakura, was engaging her intended target in close quarters, in fact that was a boon. The girl knew her best friend’s fighting style better than anyone, so it was merely a task of picking the right moment. The bandit wouldn’t know what hit him.

Dodge. Feint. Parry. Strike. Now. She released her arrow.

“Nice! A Nat 20! Roll to confirm your crit. Perfect. Now for damage and don’t forget your bonus.”

“Yatta!” Ryqo cheered as the bandit collapsed, clutching his throat where the arrow had struck. The man was dead before he hit the ground and the raven-haired archer scampered toward the blonde ninja. “Yoza-chan! Thanks for keeping him distracted for me!” she threw herself into a tackling hug.

“Y-Yuu-chan?” Yoza stammered. “What are you doing?”

“Yuu-chan?” Ryqo cocked her head to side. “Who’s that? I’m Ryqo, remember?”

“Are you guys talking in character or OOC?”

“O-Oh… uhm, sorry Setsuna-chan… I meant Ryqo-chan.”

“Ne, Ayumu, would a super serious girl like Yozakura really use -chan?”

“Aren’t they childhood friends?”

“Well, yeah, kinda like you and me, but…”

“Honestly, are you two in or out of character?”

“Sorry, Shizuku-chan, we’re still learning our characters.”

“It’s alright. Maybe we can talk more about things after this battle is done?”

The DM cleared her throat. “Anyway, Sanguine, you’re up.”

A manic bout of laughter from nearby caught their attention.

“That’s the last of ‘em!” Lady Sanguine practically shouted as she stood over the bodies of several bandits, her two longswords coated in almost as much blood as she was herself. “Too easy! You guys are a hundred years too early to think you could defeat me. And look, your blood has barely sated my blades. Pitiful! More! I demand more bloodshed!”

“Were we not to leave at least one alive for interrogation?” Recipere made her way over to the redheaded barbarian, healing magicks already gathering around her hands.

“Woops…” Ryqo chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, while refusing the remove the other arm from around Yoza. “I was just caught up in watching Viv-ne-chan take down all those bad guys that I didn’t want to be left out of the fun.”

“Woah, I got you, I got you, Vivian.” The blonde cleric said as the barbarian collapsed into her arms.

Vivian mumbled something unintelligible as her rage subsided and her personified bloodlust retreated into her mind.

”What’s up, Setsuna-chan?”

“Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” The DM’s giggles betrayed her words as she read something from her phone. “I’m awarding Inspiration to Vivian Sexton.”

“Thanks.” Shizuku responded with a smile. “This Vivian/Sanguine persona switching thing is turning out to be quite interesting.”

“Ne, Luna-chan!” Ryqo called over to the team’s artificer. “Was that really all of them?”

Nullsiver Luna held a finger to her lips as she stared at some device in her hand. Silence reigned in the roadside clearing for almost a full minute, the local fauna having long since been scared off by the sounds of the battle that had finally ended. Suddenly, the orange-haired girl pointed and a moment later, an anguished cry sounded from a stand of shrubs a short way into the woods. From the sky, something dived into a nearby tree while something else scampered across the road into the brush.

“Race you there, Yoza-chan.” Ryqo let go of her bodyguard and made for the bushes.

“Y… Ryqo, wait! It’s dangerous, let me go first!”

“Nope!” The archer cried happily over her shoulder. “If you wanna get there first, you gotta be faster than me!”

Yozakura couldn’t help releasing a frustrated grumble before she followed her charge. With her training, however, she easily caught up to and passed the other girl, but remained annoyed as the two approached the scene.

“What in Karla’s name are these things?!” A young man, not much older than the two girls cried, his eyes shifting rapidly among several gathered devices.

“They are my familiars.” A blue-haired artificer stepped into view.

“Wait, Rinari, wasn’t Luna’s hair orange earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Huh…”

“Itov Altiui, to me.” Nullsiver held out her arm, upon which the bird-like contraption landed and stood like a well-trained hawk. “Moxt Tonash, Weyog Kornari, maintain your positions.” She instructed the cat-like and spider-like automatons.

“Where did you come up with names like those, Rinari? I love them! You have to tell me what they mean!”

“I’m interested as well, Rina-san. I was intrigued when I read them in your character bio and would love to work something into a future campaign.”

“… I can send it to you two…”

“Thanks, Rinari!”

“Yes, thank you. Anyway, where were we?”

“Those don’t look like any familiars I’ve seen.” The bandit continued.

“I made them.” Luna responded simply.

“Well, now that we have your attention,” Rx suddenly appeared from the direction of the road, a fully healed Vivian in tow “we have a few questions for you.”

“I’m not telling you anything!” The young man practically shouted.

“Oh ho?” The redheaded barbarian grinned, slowly drawing her swords.

The bandit flinched, but otherwise remained defiant.

“We just want to know where your boss and the rest of your gang is hiding.” Ryqo spoke up.

The bandit spat towards the girl’s feet.

“Take me to your leader!” The archer demanded.

“Yuu-chan…”

“What’s the matter, Ayu-pyon? That was hilarious!”

“As amusing as that was,” the DM interjected “I’m afraid neither of your Intimidation checks were successful. Would someone else like to try their hand?”

“Like I said, I ain’t telling you guys nothing!” The bandit insisted. “The boss will kill me if I gave away our hideout’s location.”

“You realize, of course, that we’ll kill you if you don’t.” Rx stated, matter-of-factly.

The young man glanced among Vivian and Yozakura’s blades, Ryqo’s bow and the three automatons. “You guys ain’t got nothing on the boss.”

“Tell me.” The artificer began. “When you cried out earlier, was it because Weyog Kornari bit you?”

“You mean this thing?” He kicked at the spider, which dodged with ease.

“Yes.”

“What of it? It didn’t hurt much.”

Luna raised an eyebrow but did not attempt to dispute the claim. “I believe I should inform you that you have been poisoned.”

“Yeah, so?”

“You may not feel much now, but you will. Soon. Everyone reacts a little different, so you may notice some blurred vision, shortness of breath, chills, perhaps some perspiration despite the chills…” She spoke in an almost unnerving monotone as she continued to list potential symptoms of the toxin.

The bandit held a hand up and stared at its visible shaking.

“Ah. I see. That would be your nerves being attacked at the chemical level.”

The bandit suddenly convulsed.

“It will hurt. A lot.” Luna continued to explain solemnly. “Until it reaches your heart. Then it will hurt more.” She knelt beside him and held out a tiny vial for him to see. “This is the antidote. Only this can save you as I have ensured my poisons cannot be cured by magical means.”

The young man tried to reach for the vial but ended up clutching at his chest before convulsing again and curling into a fetal position.

“Tell us the location of your base of operations.”

“Alr…” The bandit began before choking off. Despite his entire body shaking now, he managed to make what appeared to be a nodding motion.

“Recipere, Lady Sanguine, please hold him.” Luna requested of her guildmates.

“Right.” Rx replied, moving forward, alongside Vivian.

Once the spasming man was secure, Luna pulled the cork from the vial and upturned it into his mouth. Within moments, his shakes began to fade until he lay still completely.

“Is he dead?” Ryqo asked, poking at his arm with the end of her bow.

Vivian delivered a quick backhand across the bandit’s face. His eyes snapped open and he gasped.

“Ready to talk now?” Ryqo leaned over the bandit with an all too cheerful grin. “If you’re really that worried about what your boss might do to you for spilling the beans, let me assure you we’ll be taking care of him as soon as you tell us where he is. Then you’ll be free to run along and join some other bad guys and we’ll meet again when some other town hires us to get rid of you. Sound like a plan? I think it sounds fun.”

The young man stared up in confusion at the archer. His gaze drifted over to Luna, then to the spider automaton and back to the artificer. With a sigh he began to reveal the location of the hideout.

“Alright, that seems like a good place to call things for the night.” Setsuna said, glancing up over the top of her DM screen. “But before I forget, Rina-chan, Nullsilver was the one to get the bandit to talk and your performance was quite chilling so I’m awarding her Inspiration.”

“Mm.” Rina confirmed with a nod.

“Rinari, that was amazing!” Ai marveled, leaning over to throw an arm around her girlfriend and pull her close. “It honestly sent shivers down my spine.” She giggled as she nuzzled the younger girl’s cheek. “Who would’ve thought you could be so evil.”

“Not evil. Just not good.”

“Rina-chan’s right.” Setsuna nodded. “You’re from a guild of mercenaries, technically none of you are good; you’re all Neutral on that scale. Sure, you’re currently contracted with a town that’s more good leaning, but you could just have easily been hired by the bandits instead.”

“Oh dear, is that the time?” Shizuku sighed as she checked her phone. She looked across the table at Ai and Rina. “We’ve missed the last trains of the night.”

“You guys can stay here if you want.” Yuu offered.

“That’s not the problem.” Shizuku lamented. “She’s not going to be happy…” She started typing something on her phone.

Ai laughed. “Just tell her to join us next time.”

“Next session would actually be the perfect time for a new player to join.” Setsuna pointed out. “We can work it into the story that you guys sent for another merc from your guild to assist in the raid of the bandit camp. And I can adjust the threat levels of the encounter as needed.”

Shizuku nodded. “I’ll be sure to ask her again…” Her phone chimed and she frowned upon checking the message. “I know I’m about to get an earful, but I’m going to call her.” She stood up.

“You can use my room.” Yuu said. “If you’re good with a couch, you can use that, otherwise Ayumu will have to help me find our guest futon.”

“Thank you, the couch will be fine.” The younger girl nodded and excused herself.

“Yuyu, you still don’t have an actual bed?” Ai asked.

“I like it.” Yuu shrugged. “Though I suppose there is one bed I prefer these days.” She pointed a thumb over her shoulder to indicate Ayumu’s bed behind her.

“Of course.” Ai turned to Setsuna. “So, does that mean we’re to take your room, Setsu?”

“Yes.” Setsuna nodded. “Everything is clean because, well…”

“Because you sleep here.” Ai chuckled.

“Y-yes…”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you all fit.”

“It’s actually quite comfortable.” Ayumu spoke up, somehow managing to sound less embarrassed than the dusting of red on her cheeks would have otherwise indicated.

“Well we’ll leave you to it, then. C’mon, Rinari.” Ai stood and took the pink-haired girl’s hand.

“Mm.” Rina affirmed, allowing herself to be led out of the room.

“Setsuna-chan!” Yuu threw herself at the raven-haired girl as soon as the door closed.

“Yuu-san? Wha…?” Though the behavior was by no means out of the ordinary, it still surprised Setsuna.

“I’m sorry!”

“Huh?”

“I spent the entire night flirting with Ayumu.”

“You mean your character flirted with hers.”

“Yeah.”

“But, that was perfectly in character? I figured you two would act that way based on the bios you gave me for them.”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t want you to feel left out.”

Upon realizing what Yuu meant, Setsuna laughed lightly. However, she stopped when she felt herself being embraced from the other side as well. “Ayumu-san?”

“Yuu-chan is right,” the redhead said softly “we don’t want you to feel left out.”

“You guys, I…”

“Hey, I know!” Yuu interrupted. “There’s a bunch of other mercs in the guild, right? Why not write up a character of your own to join in the campaign?”

“That’s a good idea.” Ayumu agreed. “I’d like to see what kind of character Setsuna-chan might play.”

“And then I could have my character flirt with Setsuna-chan’s in-game as well!” Yuu concluded.

Setsuna’s mind spun through several possibilities. But as she glanced back and forth between the faces of her two girlfriends, still snuggled in close, something snapped. “Impossible! I can’t!” She cried before a wave embarrassment washed over her from the outburst. “I mean… I…” she fumbled to explain “I have enough to do as DM running the game. It would be too distracting to try to play a character on top of that. Especially if…” She trailed off.

“Especially if…?” Yuu pressed.

“… Especially if you two were flirting with me…” Setsuna admitted sheepishly.

Yuu laughed. “Don’t worry, Setsuna-chan, it would probably be just me doing the flirting, I don’t think Ayumu knows how.”

“I do too know how to flirt.” Ayumu stated, reaching across Setsuna to punch Yuu lightly in the arm.

“Pouting isn’t flirting, it’s just cute.” Yuu pointed out in an amused tone.

“Mmph...” Ayumu puffed her cheeks.

“Case in point.”

“Ayumu-san was indeed very cute tonight with her reactions to Yuu-san.” Setsuna recalled, thankful for a moment’s respite as Yuu focused on Ayumu. “You played your characters well and were in perfect sync in battle. I’m really looking forward to our next session.”

“We did good?” Yuu blinked.

“Very much so.” Setsuna nodded. “With the exceptions of the occasional name slip and confusion about in or out of character talk, but those kinds of things happen in many games. So, honestly, if I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t have guessed this was the group’s first session together.”

“Oh…”

“Huh?”

“Well, it’s just I thought I wasn’t doing as good as the others because I never earned any Inspiration awards.” Yuu explained. “Ayumu didn’t either.”

Setsuna replayed the night’s game in her head, scouring it for memories of each award. She had recorded them in a document on her laptop, but with her girlfriends hanging off her arms, she was unable to confirm with certainty.

“I know!” Yuu suddenly spoke up, excitement in her voice. “Maybe if we get you some of your favorite snacks for next time, that will earn us a few points?”

Setsuna shook her head. “Sorry, no. Actions taken outside the game like that shouldn’t have an effect in game.”

“Maybe I can give you a massage?”

“That’s even worse.”

“Even though you love me?” Yuu cooed.

“Yuu-san, it is because I love you that I need to take extra precautions. I refuse to participate in the impropriety of playing favorites, or even giving the impression that I am. It would be unfair to the other players and jeopardize the enjoyment of everyone.”

“But is it fair to ignore her completely?” Ayumu interjected.

Had she really not awarded any Inspiration to either Yuu or Ayumu? Setsuna tried to recall again.

“Shizuku-chan was awarded Inspiration for making you laugh with inner dialogue acting.” Ayumu continued. “But Yuu-chan also made you laugh multiple times with her antics, yet…”

“Hrm…”

“Rina also earned some for her great acting and giving us all the chills. And while I don’t think Yuu-chan’s character could do the same, she certainly entertains in other ways.”

Setsuna sighed. “Perhaps I was being too cautious.” She conceded. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Yuu said with a smile before craning her neck so she could press a kiss against Setsuna’s cheek.

That was quick. Then again, it was Yuu. Still… “I can’t fairly grant awards via retcon, but I promise I will try to be more fair going forward. I really do want everyone to have fun with this game.”

“We are having fun.” Ayumu assured.

“It was even obvious that Rina-chan was having the time of her life.” Yuu pointed out. “And maybe Shizuku-chan can convince a sixth to join. And if Ayumu and I weren’t having fun we wouldn’t be so excited about the next session.”

Setsuna smiled. “Thank you. So long as my players are interested in continuing, I’ll do my best to DM a good game for them.”

“We know.” Yuu’s tone changed a bit. “And all that hard work deserves a reward, right Ayumu?”

Setsuna gasped as a hand slipped under her sleepshirt to push fingertips past the hem of her shorts and graze across the skin near her bellybutton.

Yuu giggled. “I think Ayumu’s getting a little impatient to issue your reward.”

Whatever Setsuna was about to say in response was cut off as Ayumu covered her mouth with her own.

Author’s Note Continued in Followup Post

#YuuAyuSetsu #Takasaki Yuu #Yuki Setsuna #Uehara Ayumu #Tri-Arame #Love Live Nijigasaki #fanfic

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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years ago

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[ @sasuhinabigflash2020 || Day Six: A Grey Coat ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

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This has quickly become one of his favorite places to be.

While the wall around Konoha represents a lot of things he’d rather not think about, it provides a rather unparalleled view of the village as a whole. The Hokage monument may show more at once, but at that height people are little more than specks, and there’s something about watching them at a better distance that Sasuke’s come to enjoy.

Feelings are still mixed about the place he was born. Sasuke knows, now that his anger has cooled and his rationality given time to smother the coals, that there’s still much about Konoha that is innocent of the crimes committed against him and others. Civilians have no part in the politics. Your average shinobi is just trying to get by and protect their home. It’s the roots of the village - literally and figuratively - that contribute most to its rotten core. Those in power that abuse it, and do ugly things to keep their hold on said power.

...but he has a plan for that. It will just take time, and organization. For now, he’s working first on himself before he can confront all that made him the way he is.

It’s been weeks since the war’s end. Much is still in flux. Even reparations from Pein’s attack are still being worked on, supplies still scarce at times as the complete rebuilding of Konoha continues. Ironically, the wall - so useless in keeping out the most potent threat - was one of few things left intact.

It’s here Sasuke sits, and thinks, and watches. While it’s patrolled by Konoha nin and they gave him suspicious looks at first, most have grown accustomed to his harmless perch, and even give him space as he lingers. If anything, they know he’s more than capable of defending it if anything were to happen. Personal opinions aside, he’s still unquestionably strong.

Today, the weather is a bit overcast, threatening rain as thunder rumbles miles in the distance. Even now, the sound brings a strange, tight melancholy to his chest. Flickering pieces of his final battle against his brother are always brought to mind whenever he hears a storm. But as time passes, it fades ever so slightly. He’ll always mourn Itachi, and he still serves as one of the younger brother’s fiercest drives to changing Konoha into something worthy of Itachi’s sacrifice. But Sasuke makes no attempt to find cover as the sky darkens and the winds subtly pick up.

Someone else, however, takes that upon themselves.

With a muffled thwump, something drops across his shoulders, and Sasuke blinks in surprise, caught off-guard enough he doesn’t react violently, instead left a bit stupefied as the figure behind him comes around to a side.

Once he sees them, he manages to relax a hair.

“You’re going to get drenched here in a m-minute,” Hinata offers, lowering herself to sit along the edge with him. Sandaled feet dangle over the several-storey fall to the ground beneath them.

“A little rain never hurt anyone.”

“You still might catch a cold.”

That flattens his expression a few degrees. “I’m not scared of a cold.”

Pale pink lips curl in a smile. “No, but you should fear someone’s reaction if she finds out, right…?”

At that, Sasuke scoffs, a hand pulling at the fabric he’s been cloaked in. A grey coat, seemingly waterproof if the texture tells him anything. Considering it a moment, he then pulls it on completely. “Thanks.”

She doesn’t reply beyond a nod. Her hands grip the edge of the wall, staring out over the village. “...I’ve never actually been up here.”

“Really?”

“No reason to be,” Hinata replies blithely. “But I saw you and thought I’d come up.”

“And bring me a coat?”

That earns a glance, tinged a bit worried. “Well...Naruto-kun let it slip you’re still a bit, um...lacking in supplies.”

“I’m not a charity case,” is his terse counter.

“I know that. It’s called being nice,” is her own rebuke, managing a hint of a smile. “Besides...it’s g-going to be getting cold, soon. They’ll be hard to find.”

He just gives a small sound of indifference, pulling at a cuff. It’s actually pretty nice. “...thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

The pair then fall into companionable silence, which is soon accented with the soft patter of rain upon the stone of the wall. Against his hood, they seem to whisper in his ear.

Hinata draws her own, leaning back slightly on her palms. “At least it’s not cold enough to snow yet…”

“Not a fan?”

“Mm...yes and no.” She goes quiet for a long moment. “...I guess it’s just an odd sign that time is still passing. It’s felt both slow and yet...really fast since the war. I’m not ready for Winter, but...that’s not going to stop it from coming.”

He glances at her, but offers no reply. In a way, he knows what she means. So many things are broken, disjointed, unsettled. The fact that the world itself is offering them no reprieve seems unfair, but that’s an entirely human notion.

“...is it true you might leave?”

The sudden change in conversation pulls his gaze completely. “Who told you that?”

“It’s just the word going around,” Hinata replies softly. “I think...some people are worried about it.”

By ‘some people’, he knows she mostly means his teammates. It’s true, he tossed around the idea of taking time to travel, observe the world, sort out his thoughts. Even now, it feels tempting. “...I don’t think I will.”

“Oh?”

“There’s too much to do here,” he replies, knowing it’s vague. “I don’t want to lose any time.”

It’s then she looks back at him, and Sasuke can’t help but feel ever so slightly unnerved. Even now, Hyūga eyes make him feel looked through rather than looked at. Especially Hinata.

“...I see. Is it...anything to do with the council?”

A slight tick of irritation twinges in his chest. Seems the idea isn’t being made as confidential as he’d have liked. “What makes you think that?”

“Well...given everything that’s come to light -?”

“I don’t know yet. That’s...not exactly a simple situation,” he cuts in, not exactly eager to talk about it...let alone out in the open. “I’ve still got a lot to think about.”

Sensing his spark of temper, Hinata quiets, looking to her lap. “...sorry, I...shouldn’t have assumed.”

“Hn.”

“...but...I-I hope you know that...if you need any help, I’d be happy to give it.”

He gives her a dubious glance. “...why?”

“...a lot of reasons,” she offers, taking her turn to be vague. “Is it n-not enough to want justice to be done?”

“...I’m not exactly someone everyone else is eager to rally around,” he counters. “Just seems odd for anyone to want to do so of their own volition.”

“What Konoha did was a g-gross overstep.” To his surprise, her expression hardens. “Regardless of the politics...killing every single member of a clan - or...nearly - is a horrible way to handle dissatisfaction, and an imbalance of power a-and rights. It just...makes me wonder if something like that could have happened to any of the rest of us. I...I know I don’t have a grasp on the entire history, but...from what I’ve heard, it still seems like the village made the wrong decisions, and for the wrong reasons. I just...want to make sure nothing like it happens again. And that...the ones who did orchestrate it are made to face justice for what they did to you, and...your family.” She turns to him, face still set in stone. “You deserve at least that much.”

For a moment, her vehemence takes him by surprise. “...how much do you know…?”

At that, she hesitates. “...just...bits and pieces, really. I’ve heard some from Naruto-kun, and...others.”

Ah, right...apparently they have their share of overlapped acquaintances. He knows who’s really behind this, now. “...getting involved might get you in serious trouble.”

“Sometimes you need a little trouble to make things right.”

After a short pause, he snorts softly. “...can’t argue that,” he agrees, lips curling just a hair.

By now, the rain is pouring, and despite his coat, the rest of him is quickly growing soaked. And a glance shows her much in the same boat.

“...we should probably get inside. Can’t be catching those colds.”

Hinata lets slip a small laugh. “True...and I should head home.”

To his surprise, Sasuke finds himself disappointed at that. “Yeah, me too. Thanks for the coat.”

“You’re welcome. At least we know it works, ne?” She smiles at him. “Well...for part of you, anyway.”

The pair of them then slip from the wall, each landing safely on the ground below and parting ways. Hinata takes the streets as Sasuke decides to hop to the rooftops, mindful of his chakra to cling to the slick tiles. Once home, he shrugs out of his coat, pleased to find his head and torso completely dry.

Mulling that over, he hangs it outside to finish dripping before deciding to scavenge for some lunch.

Gonna be brief cuz it’s late, and I have another piece to post right after this :’D As for why I’m late, been having major toothache problems that knocked me on my butt and delayed me, but I managed to grind out two days’ prompts today! Tho as a warning, neither are proofread because I’m in a hurry xD Anywho, this piece! Mostly just a bit of scene-setting and dialogue between Sasuke and Hinata early on after the war in ALAS. Which, as a matter of fact, is being majorly replotted...not that I’ll ever write it, BUT...yeah. Hence the mention of Itachi still being dead, because in any possible rewrite, he would be. But yeah! This is mostly just a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, a bit of slice of life. I really love just...writing little moments between them, honestly. On that note though, I need to work on getting the next part up, so I’ll go for now! Thanks for reading~ (Also, going to get to comments tomorrow, I hope. I'm just too tired atm, apologies for the delays :'D)

#sasuhinabigflash2020 #shbf2020 #sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]

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karihigada · 5 years ago

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assassin AU

*me talking to my friend*

Shizaya Redesign!

and !!!! that shizaya redesign! ACTUALLY! look here: initial AU prompt

assassin!shizuo taking care of brat!izaya ! :D

let me tell you in detail

assassin!shizuo send to kill this upstart tech wizz kid izaya who founded his own company and got really succesful and now his adult business partners want to get rid of him. and shizuo does mean to kill him but instead shizuo ends up running away with him through a series of circumstances which make it seem like shizuo betrayed the people who hired him so he ends up fleeing with izaya cause they are now both hunted by other assassins

and izaya totally hates being wih shizuo at first. and shizuo wonders why he bothers with this brat but izayas skills (hacking and tech wiz stuff) prove to be invaliable so its an unlikely partnership based on nessessity. at first. but after killing so much for a living, shizuo thinks for once protecting somehing is nice

okay sorry i wish i could give you more for assassin shizuo taking care of a little shit and slowly coming to enjoy it but i actually never came up with more or concrete scenes

or you know maybe, imagine this. they are staying at some hotel and shizuo was out shopping and comes back and finds izaya lying on his stomach on the bed, playing videogames or you know actually, he lies on his back, his head hanging upside down the edge, and he plays like that and shizuo comes back to such a /childish/ scene that he cant even comment. izaya gives him a welcome back without looking at him and when shizuo walks past him and the tv in order to get to the kitchen he just gets an Hey (for being in izayas field of view haha) izaya then asks if shizuo got the stuff and shizuo just sighs and throws a bag of cheese chips at him which izaya gleefully tears open and starts munching

izaya in this is such a hypocritical contradiction of health cause he will happily stuff himself with all kinds of snacks but draws the line at junk food and instead demands his proper meals are healthy

so shizuo goes to cook dinner while izaya keeps stuffing his face and shizuo tells him to stop or he wont have an apetite later but jokes on him izaya still wolfs down the dinner shizuo makes (and says its delicious) cause izaya is a growing boy.

what the fuck this is way too wholesome with shizuo taking care of like 16 year old genius izaya, there is no way i can put fucking into this later with shizuo way too much of a guardian hahahaha

well i guess not every AU needs them to get together. instead shizuo becomes his bodyguard (izaya later also pays handsomly once the whole plot with the betrayal and framing and other assassins and corporate takeover is over) and they become good friends.

and maybe a few years later when izaya is older (between 18 and 20) and laments (like full on imagine him lying on a bed or couch with his hand dramatically raised to his forehead like hes about to faint like a victorian virgin and just overdramatically ranting. he is such a drama queen bottom bitch) that he could never find an interesing partner cause people are only interested in his looks and money and that shizuo is the only one who sees him for who he is and unaffraid to tell izaya off

so at first izaya jokingly comes onto shizuo or like fullon suggests they should try hooking up (i imagine shizuo is like, mh, 29 when he meets izaya? has been an assassin for a while. so he is like 13 years older.) and shizuo is just like What The Fuck Brat and says if izaya really wants to get laid that bad he could just pay anyone he wants.

izaya says he doesnt trust anyone, "remember that time my businesspartners send an assasin after me?! that was scary!" he says in mock fright. shizuo just grunts.

izaya then drapes himself around shizuos neck, shizuo going stiff, and whispers in his ear "common shizu-chan, its just sex"

shiziuo untangles izayas arms from his shoulders and gets up, leaving. not cause he is afraid he will give in but cause he is afraid izaya will push this too far and then get pissy when shizuo keeps refusing him and it will destroy the trust and friendship they build up. cause shizuo does enjoy this life at izayas side way more than his previous occupation

more from before the timeskip: imagine shizuo carrying izaya under one arm to get away in dangerous situation and the first time it happens izaya hates it, the second time he is completely nonchallant about it and types on his phone while shizuo is carrying him also since izaya is tech wiz hacker he gets them like access to security footage so that shizuo can sneak up on their pursuers

also, i imagine it a bit like Dishonoured videogame? like its a stealth assassin game and the plot is neat but anyway for every 'major' assassin mission for the plot you have the option of just killing the target or finding a noneleathal way of getting rid of them

some of these may include selling them into slavery but hey, at leas theyre alive xD yay morality.

anyway. imagine like this situation shizuo finds himself in, protecting a kid and multiple other strong assassins on his tail. he COULD, and would normally just kill all persuers to ger rid of them but with izayas tech wiz skills (cause iazya doesnt want to kill people) they find other ways to take them down.

like maybe one gets held up in the airport and then arrested and izaya conveniently reveals their identity as a hitman so the police just made a goldcatch. or another gets into a traffic accident and will be out of commission in a hospital for a while first (while izaya reveals their identity to the police...

okay the only way to take down hitmen with technology is to have them caught by the police but still xD nonleathal means xD

and shizuo is really impressed by izayas abilities (and izaya also gets them fake IDs and passports and creditcards and makes reservations in hotels under fake names so he keeps them afloat while they are on the run while shizuo protects them from physical danger. which is also nessesary since some hitmen do catch up with them and shizuo has to take them down. some with lethal force sadly since it was a dangerous situation and it shakes izaya up pretty bad and izaya flinches away from shizuo before he gets a hold of hismelf again and and tries to laugh it off and say that he is okay but shizuo can see the strain in his eyes and how tense he is. maybe thats towards the begining and thats when shizuo decides that they should try to work out other means of taking down their pursuers

also imagine shizuo teaching izaya his knive skils :3

okay moving to post time skip. like izaya keeps making moves maybe and shizo puts up with it for a while but it gets to a boiling point where shizuo looses his temper and yells at izaya to cut it out (he normally never yelled at izaya) and izaya actually gets scared cause he didnt want to chase shizuo away.

like. izaya had a weird sort of imprinting on shizuo. he does like him as a friend and mentor and guardian but some part of him is scared shizuo will leave? so he tried being more to shizu than just some kid he once protected

so maybe if they talk about it openly they can resolve this and izaya doesnt have to fear shizuo leaving. and shizuo says that izaya can look for a partner his age and shizuo wont get jealous and will instead protect them too and maybe a kid. but izaya also says he meant it serious that noone he meets could ever look past the money he has (and also people are boring). "but shizuchan. shizuchan was never boring. he understands me."

so they do spend their life together in a fullfilling mutually supportive realtionship but it does stay platonic and both are satisfied with that :)

or maybe like 5 more years later when izaya is finally no longer a kid (mentally. that brat) and still says he wants to sleep with shizuo at least once but that it wouldnt change anything between them that they do end up fracking and start a sorta weird mix of platonic and sexual relationship that maybe evolves into romantic so all in all good end (other than that they are totally codependant haha)

or, alternate not good ending: 19 year old izaya pressures shizuo into sleeping with him and shizuo feels horrible about it but satisfies him sexually to appease his temper in order to keep his peaceful life

...

okay more domestic assassin shizaya things: izaya in in charge of their money, ne? and they need to lay low , ne? izaya orders them new clothes online. and shizuo has to wear what izaya buys xD cue them dressing like in the pic above with iazya in the pinks shades and shizuo in the suit. cause that brat wouldnt know subtle if it bit him in the ass

im trying to come up with more scenarios. but i explicitly said izaya DOESNT order copius amounts of take out food. unless its healthy take out food. expensive healthy take out food.

also. imagine. later in life. shizuo teaching izaya some light hand to hand combat self defense. them together standing barefoot on gym mats and izaya is sweating and panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead, his hair sticking in all directions cause he tried attacking and taking down shizuo for the dozends time and shizuo is totally collected and unaffected, blocking and sending izaya to the mat with ease. and izaya gets this really competitive streak. wants to /take him down/.

it actually becomes a sorta game, for a long time. izaya trying to catch shizuo unaware. he only once succeeded, a long while later, after they resolved their problems and fears and live a fullfilling life togehter and shizuo is completely relaxed and at peace and happy.

#shizaya #durarara #orihara izaya #Heiwajima Shizuo #ficlet #au headcanon

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roxybefab · 5 years ago

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The Ink Artist

The art classroom was quiet, the only sound heard was Riley’s even breathing and the sound of the ink covered pen she held.

Her animation was almost complete and many basic sketches of the two main characters littered the table she sat at. She was currently working on an idea for her next episode.

Her wavy chocolate brown locks were in a loose side braid.

She was about average height but still wore heeled brown boots to make her look a bit taller. Her body was what she considered ‘fluffy’, an excuse for her slightly chubby body.

She wore a baggy hooded plaid shirt, red and black, and black leggings underneath.

Her eyes, hazel and huge, were protected by a pair of big round glasses and her cheeks were rosy.

Her skin was beige (although it was hard to tell by the ink that covered her hands), similar to most hispanic people, and her lips, plump, were a gorgeous shade of pink.

The door opens and in comes Amanda Mary Drew, Riley’s best (and only) friend.

Mandy was a pretty and kind girl.

Like Riley, she was ‘fluffy’ and sported rosy cheeks.

Her skin was a bit lighter and she wore some fake glasses, which she claimed were repelling blue light, that made her look good and smart at the same time.

“H..Hey, Muh-muh...Mands!” the brunette’s face turned a light pink in embarrassment as she struggled to speak. She sighs and looks down to keep working on the outline.

Mandy smiles at her, a quiet ‘hey’ leaving her lips as she sat down beside her.

“So, you’re still working on these two goofs, huh?” Mandy picks up the paper, the two main characters from before on the paper.

Riley smiles and nods.

The names Candy and Charlie were in big letters and two children were on the page. Both looked to be made of candy, marshmallows, and sported crowns on their heads. The girl, Candy, and the boy, Charlie, both siblings. Mandy smiles back and puts the drawing back down.

“Hey, did you hear? Jeff killed someone else.” Riley perks up at the familiar name, her attention turning to the smaller female as she opens her bag and pulls out a newspaper. The words, ‘JEFF STRIKES AGAIN’ on the front. It showed a picture of a woman, crying, holding her child. The little boy had a grin cut into his face and you could see that he was stabbed multiple times. Riley smirks to herself, opening the paper and reading,

Jeff the Killer strikes again, murdering a twelve year old boy by the name of Allen. He was found in his bed, stabbed about twenty times and a smile carved into his face. Police haven’t found him quite yet and it is very obvious that they are getting frustrated with how this killer keeps escaping from them—

She sighs, handing it back to Mandy who takes it and shoves it in her bag.

“Hey, wanna g-go out and get suh-suh-something? Lunch starts i-i-in thirty muh-muh-minutes and I really whu-whu-want some Mcdonalds.” Riley suddenly asks, putting down her pen and getting up to stretch. She heard Mandy let out an ‘Okay.’ as she begins putting away her supplies.

“I’m home!” Riley groans in annoyance, turning up the volume of the tv. A cartoon was playing, Spongebob is what the brunette remembered it was called, and Riley couldn’t help but ignore her mother’s boyfriend when he walked in the room with a bag of chinese takeout.

“Hey, dude!” he exclaims once he sees her, a smile on his face as he sits next to her. She smiles at him, “Hey, Duh-Duh-Dylan” leaving her lips before she goes back to her drawing. She hears the crinkling of the plastic bag , the smell of orange chicken and chow mein hitting her as soon as she looks up at him with a questioning look on her face.

He was young, 34 from what Riley remembered, with dark fluffy hair and an average body. He was always around, more than Riley’s mom, and Riley couldn’t help but feel like he was her father. He smiles his huge, white smile at her as he started to put food on a plate.

“Your mom is gonna work late,” he hands her the plate, “So I decided we could hang out.”

“Yeah, t-th-that sounds c-cool.” she smiles, putting her sketchbook down as she starts to dig in.

“So, you still drawing in ink only?” he asks before taking a bite of his food. Riley nods, glancing down at the inked sketch from before.

“Maybe t-t-tomorrow I’ll c-c-color it?” Dylan laughs, making the teen lift a brow.

“What’s s-so fuh-funny?” She asks, slightly glaring at him.

“Kid, you always say that! Last week you said you’d color in the last one but you ended up not doing it.”

“Yeah, but that d-d-doesn’t mean I-I-I won’t th-th-this time!”

Riley remembered how she only colored her art when her dad was around. When he died she stopped adding color in anything. She remembered her dad, a tall and cheerful man who loved his family more than anything.

But things change.

An hour passed, it was now 10:30 of the night and Villainous was now playing on the tv.

Riley yawns, drawing in ink like always and glancing at her soon to be step father. He was watching the spanish cartoon intently, chuckling whenever Dr. Flug did something goofy.

The front door opens, footsteps sounding as they made their way to the living room.

“Oh, hey, love!” Her mother says, walking in and heading straight to Dylan to give him a kiss.

“Hey, Lori!” He chuckles when she grins at him before she glances at her daughter and sneers at her.

She still doesn’t forgive me..

Riley sighs, looking away from her mother and to the tv. Black Hat was advertising some kind of villain summer getaway.

Lori Lawrence hated her daughter. She didn’t hate her for no reason, no, she hated her because Riley’s father had died two years earlier in search of a perfect birthday gift for their wonderful talented daughter. They had gotten a phone call at 1 in the morning and apparently some guy hit him with his car after looking down at his phone. Lori had fallen into depression, not eating or sleeping. Whenever Riley went near her she’d scream and yell at her, telling her that it was her fault. That if she didn’t exist then he wouldn’t have left the house and he wouldn’t have gotten ran over.

And as she got better, she started to be gone. Longer than the day before. She had left, once, for a month. She never answered the phone when it was her daughter. Luckily for Riley, Dylan soon came into the picture. He had added some happiness in her life as well as Mandy.

“I’m going to b-bed.” she mutters, standing up and making her way to her room with her sketchbook in hand.

It wasn’t her fault that her dad wanted to make her happy.

But it still hurt the sixteen year old that her mom blamed her for her dad’s death.

That night Riley lay awake in her twin bed. This wasn’t the first time, she’s had insomnia since that fateful night. But she always ended up asleep by midnight.

She glances at her phone, the screen illuminating the room for a couple seconds as she reads the time. 3:13 it read, before turning off.

The sound of footsteps in the hall got her attention, shuffling and breathing passing her room. She knew it wasn’t her mother or Dylan, they were out at some bar getting drunk. With a shaky sigh, Riley pulled the duvet off of her and sat up, stretching a bit before making her way to her door.

The shuffling stopped as soon as she opened the door but she heard glass drop in the kitchen, and the ‘crunch’ of walking over the glass.

Taking in a deep breath, Riley quietly makes her way to the kitchen. There was part of a glass plate lying on the wooden floor, the other half smashed into bits all over the floor. No one was in the kitchen but once the young teen looked out the window her heart sped up and she felt the color drain from her face.

There was a tall man under a lamp post, all other light on the street gone other than the one that hit him. He wore a suit, and he wouldn’t have freaked Riley out much if she hadn’t noticed that he had no face. Tentacles came out of his back and he was ‘staring’ at Riley.

He tilted his head when she quickly clutched her chest, her heart beating fast and her throat closing from the fear.

The light quickly turns off, darkness taking over the street and he was gone.

Riley was too busy trying to control her breathing to realizes that she fell to her knees on top of the glass shards, her vision was getting blurry and she only heard static before she passed out.

“What’s w-wrong with y-you?”

Mandy jumps, the fluffy haired girl visibly deflating in relief when she sees the ink artist. Riley noticed her tear filled eyes and quickly hugs Mandy.

“What’s w-wrong?” Riley asks again, more quietly this time.

“My parents.. They.. Kicked me out..” Mandy burst into tears in her friend’s arms.

“You c-c-can stay w-w-with me i-i-if you’d like.” Riley said.

Mandy had really strict parents who usually made her do what they want. They had disowned one of Mandy’s older brothers just because he was bisexual so Riley didn’t really question why they would kick out Mandy.

“Are you sure? What about your mom and Dylan?” Mandy looked up at the brunette, “I don’t want to be a burden.” Riley smiles at her.

“Don’t worry about it, Mands. They’re buh-both guh-guh-gonna be gone f-fo-for a month to Hawaii. T-to make u-up the h-honeymoon the-they never had.” Riley rolls her eyes, slowly letting go of the shorter female, “My mom c-can’t s-say anything a-about it, she’s ne-never home anyways.”

“Okay, thank you so much,” Mandy smiles, her eyes were now puffy, “If it’s okay, can you drive me to your place then? My parents didn’t let me get any of my things..”

“Y-y-yeah! I’ll text you whu-what my car looks like.”

“What do you have after lunch again?” Mandy asks, putting her backpack on.

“I-I-I have a-a-art, dummy!” Riley giggled as Mandy facepalms.

“I’ll see you later then, Riles.” Mandy says, walking out the door.

“Hey, R-R-Riley!” Devin, the school douche says as she passes by her, shoving her to the side as he made his way to his seat. The art teacher walked in shortly after and started taking role. Then he began speaking about drawing something christmas themed because the finals were coming up.

She’s been drawing the creature she’s been seeing.

Tall man with no facial features, just a pale white face, and tentacles coming out of him.

She hasn’t stopped seeing him.

Three times now.

That’s how many times she’s seen the creature in the past two months.

The second time he had been standing on her front porch and she had noticed him through a window.

The third was at school, she was busy trying to finish her Lit Writ homework outside of class and had looked up to see him a couple yards away.

They always ended with her passing out.

And slowly Riley noticed some other things appearing.

Jeff the Killer had shown up in her room the night before.

But he didn’t kill her, no, he just stood at the foot of her bed and stared down at her. He had slowly made his way to stand next to her before he whispered the words, ‘Go to sleep’, gently tracing a smile on the younger girl’s lips and up to her cheeks before she passed out.

Riley looks down at her sketchbook, opening it up and adding more ink to the newest drawing.

She was drawing Jeff this time, just in ink, her emotions going through her and onto the page.

She sighed, glancing down at her hands that were covered in ink. The sticky dark substance was covering her arm, all the way up to her elbows.

Strange.. She thinks, staring at her arms before going back to the sketchbook.

“He said something christmas themed, you stuttering freak!” Mandy’s boyfriend slams his hand on her sketchbook, laughing at his own comment before he quickly throws her pens and sketchbook to the floor.

It’s going to be a long day.. Riley thinks, glaring at the male before picking up her supplies.

Two hours later, Riley and Mandy were in her home eating leftovers from the night before.

“Hey, why are your arms covered in ink?” Mandy asked the quiet girl, watching her inking a drawing that she recognized as Jeff the Killer.

“I-I don’t know. It won’t co-come off. I b-blame Devin and his fuh-fuh-friends. I have spanish with th-them and tha-that class always ha-ha-has me asleep by the e-end so..”

Mandy nods, watching Riley get up and walk to the living room.

It was lunch again, Riley was in the art room eating and drawing. The art teacher told her to try and get the project done so she decided to just do it at lunch. It’s been a month, the ink on her arms has only spread up her body, her legs and arms were dripping ink everywhere and she often spit out ink. She sighs, tugging the sleeves of her plaid shirt down more. Her mom had arrived two nights ago but left in the morning. Riley stares at the drawing, wanting to color it but deciding against it.

A yell made her whip her head up, her bangs covering an eye as she stared at the door. After a couple seconds and hearing another yell followed by laughter, she quickly got up and walked to the door.

Was that Mandy? Her only thought. Her heart beat sped up and she felt the ink dripping faster.

Taking a long and deep breath, Riley quietly opened the metal door. The sight made her angry, the sight of her best friend in pain making her hate Devin more than ever.

Her blood boiled at the sight of Devin lifting his hand to smack Mandy again, tears were streaming down her cheeks and Riley could see the red outlining of a handprint on Mandy’s cheek.

Devin’s friends were surrounding them, two turning to see who opened a door.

Riley felt the ink fall to the floor, but instead of hearing the drip drop of liquid, she heard a ‘clang’.

The kind that metal hitting the floor makes.

Riley looked down, noticing that it was a knife; a long bladed knife with a dark handle and it looked like the thing was melting.

It didn’t take long for Riley to notice that it was made of ink and that’s why it was dripping.

A ‘smack’ was heard, followed by laughter again and Riley picked up the knife, looking up and glaring at Devin and his friends.

“Let her go.”

Devin looked startled and looked over at Riley for a second. Mandy stood next to him, tears rolling down her face and a trembling lip.

The sight made Riley even angrier than before.

Devin rolled his eyes and nodded his head at the tallest kid in his ‘gang’.

Riley recognizes him as Julio, the douche who’s been making fun of her stutter all year. Anger burned through Riley’s veins and she felt like she was melting because of it.

“What the fuck is happening to your face?” Devin gaped as Riley tilted her head in slight confusion, “it’s melting!” Devin took a step back. Julio made a disgusted sound but didn’t back down, just stood in front of the ‘melting’ girl.

Julio took a step back, making Riley whip her head in his direction before a feeling started to form inside Riley. She knew what the feeling was, knowing it was not a feeling but an urge. Something that she really craved. A low growl sounded, coming past her lips made Julio take a step back one again. Riley then launched forward, stabbing and punching the teenage boy in front of her.

Nothing could stop her from hurting him, her anger only growing as she sliced at his body, the crimson blood oozing out of the cuts and onto the floor.

Riley felt something in her brain snap, wondering if it was her sanity before a huge grin starts to take place on her face.

The teenagers in front of her stared in terror, not knowing how to react to what they were seeing.

Riley’s irises had changed to cut pies, similar to the old Pac-Man, and her mouth was stretched up to her ears in a Cheshire cat like grin. Her teeth had sharpened. Ink oozed down her face, coving an eye as she shoved the tall teen against a wall, her knife long forgotten. Something flowed down Riley’s forehead, covering her eyes till the only thing she saw was the dark oozing color of ink

Her arm starts taking a different form, the ink crawling up and forming a long spiked spear. The boy she had against the wall sobbing. Riley felt her grin widen even more at the sounds he was making, inky drool slowly falling to the ground as she lifted her arm up and stabbed him in the abdomen. She didn’t stop there though, no, Riley couldn’t stop the anger she felt.

Angry because her mother hasn’t texted her.

Angry because Mandy wouldn’t defend herself from her boyfriend.

Angry because Devin was running away, phone in hand and calling the cops.

Angry because the boy under her was surprisingly still alive.

So she did what only her biggest role model did.

She turned to where she had abandoned her knife earlier, her arm lifting up and shooting a strand of ink at it and yanking it towards her.

That was just like spiderman! She turned back to the kid who was still clinging on to life, her giant grin turning to a huge sharp toothed sneer as she started stabbing him repeatedly in anger and madness. The only thing that stopped her murderous rage was when the police arrived. They found her sitting next to the body, that Cheshire grin once again on her face as she watched her masterpiece.

Julio Henderson had fifty three stab wounds, thirty in his abdomen and the rest either on his chest or throat. His face had dark bruises on it from Riley’s punches and he had deep claw marks on his arms and cheek. The cops stared at Riley, hunched over and giggling as she talked to something that wasn’t there.

It was hard for the cops to get the girl into their car but once they did she was driven down to the police station. Once she had arrived they had dragged her to a room and sat her down.

“Full name?”

“Riley Diana L-Law-Lawrence.”

“Age?”

“Si-si-sixteen.”

“Family?”

“Lori Lawrence, m-m-mother, Dylan Greene, h-h-her boyfriend.”

“Lori Lawrence? The lawyer?” The man stared at Riley with wide brown eyes. He was an average man with combed back hair and a frown. Riley nods.

“We didn’t know she had a daughter.”

“S-she doesn’t s-speak of m-me muh-much..” he makes a face, something that looks like a ‘I can see why’ look.

“Motive for attacking?”

“Devin ha-has b-been abusing m-my best friend. His fuh-fuh-friend had th-the nerve to do it a-as well and I snapped.”

He nods, writing something down before getting up. Riley started giggling to herself, looking down at her cuffed hands before bursting into laughter. The sound of her joy echoing through the halls.

When the man returned, all he found was a couple of drops of ink and the cuffs laying on the chair, the echo of Riley’s laughter sounding through the room as the man ran out in a panic.

NEW KILLER ON THE LOOSE

There’s a new killer on the loose, many know her as Riley D. Lawrence, the daughter of Lori Lawrence, the lawyer. Lori is devastated at the thought of her daughter going insane and is retiring from her job in hopes of waiting for her daughter to come home. No one knows where Riley is but we do know that she is near. Last night a boy by the name of Justin was murdered by Riley, his organs were hanging from the chandelier and his upper body was outside of his home. The words ‘The Artist’ were written on his room’s wall multiple times. It appears that she won’t be leaving anytime soon.

A scoff rang through the kitchen, the sound of a fork scraping a plate heard. Lori glared at the paper, glancing down at her phone that marked the time.

11:22

In half an hour she would be leaving on a date with Dylan.

“She just wants attention..” she muttered, standing up and turning to go to the living room.

A giant puddle of ink stopped her.

Lori stared at it in confusion, that had not been there when she walked into the kitchen. The ink was bubbling, dark huge bubbles of ink and after a couple seconds a giant bubble appeared and popped.

Lori stared in terror at the sight. It was a girl, with long wavy chocolate brown locks and hazel eyes. But her irises were cut pies, like the old Pac-Man or Mickey Mouse and she sported a Cheshire cat like grin that went up to her ears.

The Artist glared at her mother, her grin ever present as her mother took two steps back in fear.

“Hi, muh-mommy.” she whispered, ominously.

There was another figure standing in the shadows, shaggy burnt hair and white leathery skin making Lori scream as she realized her daughter had a partnership with Jeff the Killer.

Riley wasted no time in stabbing her mother, a cackle leaving her lips as she stabbed her repeatedly.

Lori Lawrence was dead.

And The Artist was ready to go after many other people who had ruined her life.

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kusunogatari · 5 years ago

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Twelve: Massage ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: White Hands of Healing ] [ Previous || Next ]

Some days are...harder than others. And it doesn’t help that he’s gotten a bit of a slow start. Over a month in solitary, being mistreated and fed slop means Obito not only lost weight, but serious muscle mass and stamina. Building that back up was a rather slow and steady process, especially given his lethargy and depression for a time after being released.

But Obito wasn’t given much time to recuperate before being put through his paces. Both chakra and kekkei genkai sealed, he’s given the most mundane (and yet oddly challenging) tasks the village can think up. He’s reminded of his old D-ranks, only crafted for adults...and the express purpose of making him suffer.

Ryū does her best to help. While she’s not exactly allowed to assist with the tasks themselves, she instead tries to help pick him up afterward. To avoid further suspicion, he’s actually assigned his first six months to live with Kakashi himself, as part of an observation protocol. She stops by every few days to bring him some supplies, and just...spend some time with him. He’s still suffering from his incarcerated treatment for several weeks afterward, and it takes time to warm back up to being touched. But Ryū is ever patient, minding his boundaries and helping him adjust.

“Back again?” Kakashi asks one afternoon, glancing up from a book.

“Thought I might as well. Is he awake?”

“Probably. Though, uh...I thought I’d warn you of something.”

She gives him a curious look.

“Your rather frequent visits are raising some eyebrows.”

“...what do you mean?”

“People are starting to come up with rumors.”

Ryū can’t help but stiffen. “...you mean...?”

“Not about Obito, though. Seems some folks are convinced you’re here to see me.”

A blink, and then she flushes pink. “Oh, you mean...like we’re…?”

Clearly amused, Kakashi nods. “So if you hear that through the grapevine...it wasn’t me who started it.”

She huffs a humorless laugh. “...do people really have nothing better to do?”

“Well, given we’re all still in recovery mode, it’s about the only entertainment some people have. Just ignore it.”

“I will. But thanks for the warning.”

He lifts a hand in acknowledgement, letting her inside and getting back to his book.

Obito is sprawled on the apartment’s couch, and she can tell just by looking at him he’s not feeling well. The six months are nearly up by now, and he’s doing much better. With Ryū’s supplied home cooking, he’s been filling back out again. Still with a ways to go, but he’s not nearly as drawn as he was.

“Hey…”

At her voice, he jolts a bit, the arm over his eyes lifting. “...oh!”

Ryū gives him a tired smile, watching as he sits up with a flinch. “You look exhausted.”

“So do you.”

“Yes, well...hospital work is never done. How are you feeling…?”

“Sore as all hell,” he admits, rubbing a hand over his face. “The last week or so has been pretty physical tasks, and I’m still so obnoxiously out of shape.”

Ryū gives him a sympathetic look. “Have you tried having hot baths?”

“Bakashi’s apartment doesn’t have a tub, just a shower. And I don’t want to go anywhere else…”

“I see...well, speaking of, have you decided what you want to do about moving out? Or are you going to stay here a little longer?”

“I don’t know...I should get out of Kakashi’s hair, but I don’t make nearly enough to stay someplace on my own.”

“...is it too soon to have you stay with me?”

Obito heaves a sigh. “...I don’t know. It’s been six months, but...I don’t want Konoha getting suspicious of you.”

“We could always just say it’s a combination of treating you and you needing cheap rent.”

“Hm...maybe. I’ll think it over.”

Setting the meals she’s brought (including some for Kakashi, as a way of thanks), Ryū hums in thought. “...well, in the meantime, I could try to help.”

“Meaning?”

“I could give you a massage. It would probably help with your sore muscles.”

Obito stiffens a hair, then glances to the window. Kakashi’s sitting on the tiny balcony beside his apartment door, still reading. “...er…”

“Oh, don’t mind him. Here, we can put the couch cushions on the floor for something for you to lay on. It’ll be fine!”

Still looking a bit unnerved, Obito nonetheless agrees, standing and letting her move things around. “Do I need to...take anything off?”

“Well, it would be a little easier that way.” Seeing his uncertain look, she motions for a pause, going back out front.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Well, no...I know this might be very forward, given this is your apartment Kakashi, but...would you might stepping out for a bit?”

He perks a very suspicious brow, making her flare pink again.

“N-not for anything like that! I just…” She leans in, dropping to a whisper. “Poor Obito needs some work done on his muscles, and I think he’s leery of being...seen? I know you’ve already gotten a look at his zetsu half, but…”

“Maa, maa...I suppose I can do that,” Kakashi replies, snapping his book shut. “Tell him I’ll give you two your privacy. But if anything is -”

“I promise nothing will be out of place,” she cuts in, going a deeper shade of red.

The Rokudaime chuckles, ruffling her hair and earning a pout. “I’m just giving you a hard time. Hopefully he’ll feel a bit better by the time you’re done. I think he’s been having a tough time sleeping with his body so sore. And in the meantime, I need to run some errands, anyway.”

“...thank you.” Watching him go, Ryū then steps back into the apartment, going so far as to draw the blinds. “There we go. Kakashi’s going to run into the village for a bit, so it’s just us!”

Obito visibly relaxes. “...okay. Thanks for...doing that.”

“He understands.” Once Obito is relieved of a few layers, he lays himself atop the cushions. “Okay, so...where does it hurt worst?”

“My back. Especially up toward my shoulders.”

Ryū gives a nod, and then takes a careful perch over his backside, knees along his sides. A very light hum of chakra glows along her hands, which start working at the muscles of his upper back.

Almost immediately, Obito gives a groan of relief, going more slack beneath her. “Oh gods that feels amazing…”

She can’t help a light giggle. “I’ve barely even done anything!”

“Well don’t stop,” is all he mumbles in reply.

Beaming to herself, Ryū keeps up her attentions, both hands and chakra working together to ease up the tension and knots in his muscles. First are his shoulders, and then she moves up to his upper arms. Then down to his mid and low back, eventually moving to his legs. All the while she just idles peacefully, losing herself in the motions and hardly noticing the passing time.

What she does notice, however, is that it doesn’t take Obito long to actually just...fall asleep. Giving a glance as she senses his chakra still with idle rest, she then gives a soft smile, keeping up her regimen until she can no longer feel or sense any more disquiet in his muscles.

“Ne, Obito…”

“Mm…”

“...how about I put the cushions back, and you can take a nap on the couch?” She can put together the dinner she brought in the meantime for when Kakashi gets back.

“...‘kay,” he slurs, letting her help him up and rebuild the couch...which he quickly flops back atop and gets right back to sleep.

Knelt at the head of it, Ryū spares a minute or two to brush fingers back through his hair. The white has already given way back to black, her haircuts trimming the last of it away. Part of her is a little sad they no longer match, but she does still prefer Obito as she first knew him to look. She then gives him a soft kiss on the brow before commandeering Kakashi’s kitchen.

Thirty minutes later, the food is done, and...Kakashi is still gone. Setting everything to keep warm, Ryū checks a window, her senses not picking up his chakra anywhere nearby. And Obito is still dozing on the couch behind her.

“Ryū…”

“Hm?” When she gets no verbal reply, she looks over her shoulder to see Obito holding up rather expectant hands with just a hint of a pout on his face. Seems he wants some company.

A little pink, Ryū goes to perch on the edge of the couch, but then eeps as Obito gets ahold of her and pulls her down to his level. “...um -?”

“It’s lonely,” he mumbles, clearly still half asleep.

That gets her to soften, losing her startled tension. “...I know.”

“...stay?”

“...of course.” Realizing she’s rather...trapped, Ryū does her best to adjust herself, pretty much draped over him. But that seems to be exactly what Obito is aiming for. Once she’s settled, he heaves a heavy sigh, and...falls back asleep.

Studying his face for a moment, Ryū then just...lets her eyes close, a small part of the back of her mind wondering what Kakashi’s going to think when he gets back…

Twenty minutes later, he finally reappears, stepping in and pausing. By now, Ryū’s also fallen asleep, the pair of them slack atop the couch. The food is still warm, and he glances between them and the kitchen.

...well, he might as well eat. He’ll wake them up later. For now, it’s clear they need the rest.

More Distraction verse random fluff, lol - we haven't actually plotted this far, so some details aren't exactly set in stone, but I mostly just...winged it. Poor Obito...Konoha's working him to the bone! Good thing he has a very attentive lil medic to help him recuperate x3 Not much else to say about this one, I s'pose, and I've still got more writing to do tonight. Thanks for reading!

#obiryū october #abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #hatake kakashi #white hands of healing [ canon verse ]

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saorintranslations · 6 years ago

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Looking Back♪ (2018-12-30)

🍋 She who、is undecided about what kind of blog to write tomorrow、I’m Saori♪

Ncha(*´꒳`*)

Yesterday’s blog comments、I read them all！

Thank you very much😊

Things like your recommended fabric softener、you told me loーーts so I’m happy！

I’ll reference them😆

Actually、I’m always changing my perfumeー！Quite a lot of you said this、so you’re the same as Saoriー笑笑lollol

Aーnーdー

Yeah、my cats and dogs！！笑lol

I decided to try drawing Charlie、and when I did、

Before I noticed、Kiki-chan had made some corrections笑笑lollol

And the other cat、looks like Ami（Tanimoto Ami-chan） drew it！！

As for which oneーit’s the full-body cat！！

Can you tellー？？

Saori、can’t really draw their full bodies✨

Since I suck at it笑笑lollol

Anywayーーーー

Again、I want to draw some pictures and write about them on my blog😆

Ah！The sleeping face photos、I’ll upload them some other day♪

Again、comment neーn📝

TodayーI was able to drink my desired、sesame seed latteー！

Um、Saoriーdidn’t think it was going to be very sweet！！

It’s sweet！I heard this but、I couldn’t believe it。笑lol

But、when I actually drank it it really was sweet笑笑lollol

To sum it up in a short phraseー

「The！Sesame Seed！」

It’s like this！！！笑 lol

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(REVIEW) Not your minute turns from the blueprint: Body Work, by Tom Betteridge (SAD Press, 2018)

Denise Bonetti <[email protected]> Mon, 10 Dec 2018, 20:21 to maria.spamzine Hey Maria, Hope life’s good :) I’m just writing to see you if you’ve read Tom B’s new Body Work? There’s a paper I should be writing, but have been reading and rereading that pamphlet instead, or more like dipping in and out really, cause it's so beautifully layered and expanding that you can only take so much at a time. Don’t you think Tom’s poetry has this strange earworm quality to it? (I think he’d like the annelid comparison.) The way he choreographs words (I don’t want to use the word 'images’) makes its way into my brain and never wants to leave. He draws these, like, lateral paths of meaning so clearly that the weeds never grow back.Tom Raworth has this bit in 'Writers / Riders / Rioters' that goes:

the present is surrounded with the ringing of ings which words have moss on the northside

like, words naturally arrange themselves into a system of semantic habit, which is so stable and stale that makes them grow moss, but also so rich and vibrant when it's exploited productively. Obviously this is Raworth so it probably also means the opposite of this and so much more, but it kinda makes me want to say that the present (poem) makes the ringing of ings deviate so well that the moss can never grow again. I’d say that his poems behave like sophisticated lines in the sand, but they're more like brutal carvings on a rock. He had a couple poems in Blackbox Manifold ages ago (I think) and there was this one bit

‘nerve truffled plume lead pickled breast’

I think about all the time (especially when I cook). It’s so smooth. Why can I not stop thinking about it. It’s cause it’s so shameless, it wants it all - the feather-light and the corpse-heavy, never perturbed, so lucid. It plays at tasting good, but it tastes of an unrealistically blank texture. A-ha! Anyway the new pamphlet is gr8, if you haven’t read it yet look at the first poem pls - ‘OCCAM OCEAN’ (sounds like an anagram or palindrome)

It all dwells in systematic abstraction but flies so close to materiality, like a mosquito buzzing around the ear ('Not your minute turns from the blueprint'). I love that ‘plate’ in the first phrase, too: it behaves like an adjective but feels nothing like it. I can't help but think it's the subject of the sentence in a parallel universe that's created by scrambling syntax. It makes me think this is the way language should always work, and that we're the fkn idiots living in the parallel universe in which syntax is scrambled in ordered to be as boring as possible. Idk - it's late and I need to go back to writing boring essay syntax 'bound to decision and the pursuit of what follows'. Lemme know ur thoughts you smart queen D xxx

Maria Sledmere <[email protected]> Wed, 12 Dec 2018, 17:30 to denise.spamzine

Dearest Denise,

Life is good thanks. I'm sitting in the attic of the law building and I can hear the construction work going on and every time I leave I look out at the skyline and slivers of infrastructural alteration. I was walking along the road earlier because the pavement was closed off for construction and cba crossing and the high-vis guy was like, 'you'll not see Christmas walking on the road like that', but I guess I misheard him saying something else because I was really engrossed in this old Slowdive album, so I just smiled sweetly. Anyway, that got me thinking back to the question of erasure, which I think is pretty vital to Body Work.Have been carrying this pamphlet in my bag for so long that the cover has started to peel and revealing speckles of white underneath, like the text itself is ready to reveal itself, and yes I was thinking Barthes and strip-tease and paratextual enticement.

So I had to google the word annelid and now can't get the phrase 'segmented worm' out of my ear/head/throat (gross!). I was thinking about what sort of stains are on the cover of this book, you know, with Hrafnhildur Halldórsdóttir's gouache/pencil work. A stain is one thing stuck to another. Gouache is a funny kinda substance that is half watery gauze, half binding, thick, gummy akin to acrylic. Wet, it will easily smudge. My thumb keeps bleeding where the skin thins, hardens, peels and sloughs off. Tom's poems are kinda mucilaginous in parts (v. insecty, molluscky, sap emission; but also they have a crispness and precision, like cuts of leaf). Things that smudge or fall in flakes. Bodies are maybe whatever we leave behind. I didn't want to mention Hookworms the band because of the singer's sexual abuse scandal BUT it seems significant that a group named after an earworm/type of parasitic larvae would have a song called 'Negative Space'. Like what we eat into in the process of making, existing, remixing. Is language a rash, the result of these parasitic inf(l)ections?

I've been to a couple of reading groups on microbiomes lately, and we were thinking through this idea of how acknowledging your bodily composition in terms of myriad genes and organisms challenges conventional, bounded notions of 'self'. What kinds of affects does this produce? There's a weirdness to that, in Mark Fisher's sense of the weird as 'that which does not belong', that which 'brings to the familiar something which ordinarily lies beyond it, and which cannot be reconciled with the "homely" (even as its negation)'. Fisher suggests that the form most conducive to rendering the weird might be montage. So I was thinking about how montage involves splicings, gaps, juxtapositions, cuts and suddenness. I mean you open the very first poem of Body Work, 'Occam Ocean', and see that its prose-poetic paragraph compacting is split in the middle by the juncture of line break and indent. And ofc the title recalling Occam's razor, the philosophic principle by which in the case of two explanations for an occurrence, it's best to go with the one that requires least speculation. Razor things down and erase speculation? What are we left with, more of the Rreal? Lately I've been hankering for cleaner prose, crisp lines, simpler solutions. The Anthropocene is all of a goddamn tangle. Do I want to follow the myriad threads or just cut cut cut -- who gets to do that?

Did you ever cut a worm in two as a kid?

Okay so I love how 'Occam Ocean' might promise, title-wise, this clean prosaic expanse (like the oxymoron of expanding ocean and occam's, which requires surely a condensing), but what we get is clustering, motion, shiver, containment. The sensual trash magickk of P. Manson! The little syncope of this thing or that, the 'maple neck', vibrating canes, 'chambered breath bowed into the driest soundboard'. These aren't like 'Latour litanies' because they are not like concrete OOO segments of things; idk, they are more about processes and mutable assemblages, emphasis on action and change, sometimes transmission, things inside things. Lynn Margulis and symbiogenesis. How things interact, communicate up close; all of a mutable, prose-poetic swallow. It's actually an incredible intimate pamphlet, don't you think? I feel inside a thing inside a thing inside a thing. I feel a vague ecological sorrow, which gnaws at introspective tendency. The clue to that, you might see, is the cutaway phrase, 'emo Chord' in 'String Growth'.

'Collapse all tears allowing echo retreat'; these lyric lines of 'Glissando' expression, smoothing and shimmering over cuts and junctures: a slide between notes. I used to play trombone and I wish I cld articulate linguistically what kinds of lip vibration occur when you attempt a glissando and feel it slide down your arm muscle but then also through your chest as you try to sustain a sound. It's maybe the way you glide through a scattered poem, with your eye, which is different ofc to the spikier way you'd have to read it aloud, stuck on the vowels. Stuttering. I would love to hear Nat Raha perform these poems, because she does such wonderful things with punctuation and bodily performance, a kind of grammar of breath and cough and click. Reading over the more field erasure poems like 'O--NE' and 'String Growth', it's easy to say something like ~vibrant materialism~ here, but as usual I reach for Steven Connor on noise. Return to the ear, which is 'vulnerable' and 'resembles the skin in being the organ of exposure and reception'. I love what Connor says about Levinas' perspective on 'the awareness of the vacant anonymity of being, of an abstract, encompassing sense that "there is"' being 'an experience of noise'. <3 Acknowledging that breath in the void, that is not nothing but a sparkling something, entails a sense of noise. I am here in the attic of the law building, listening to construction, the type of my fingers on the keys. Someone is murmuring of their distress. What is the difference between living and existing, and being and nothing?

Karen Barad:

'Suppose we had a finely tuned, ultrasensitive instrument that we could use to zoom in on and tune in to the nuances and subtleties of nothingness. But what would it mean to zoom in on nothingness, to look and listen with ever-increasing sensitivity and acuity, to move to finer and finer scales of detail of...?'

When she asks, 'What is the measure of nothingness?' I think surely it is a bodily measure, as everything is: 'bound', as Tom puts it, 'to decision and the pursuit of what follows'. Of course 'what follows' recalls Derrida's 'The Animal That Therefore I Am (More to Follow)', where he's just out the shower and watching his cat watching his phallus, etc. What kinds of dislocation occur. But I mean in all that grandeur of encounter, there's still anthropocentricism. Tom gives you this cinematic CUT, like the instructive 'keen SNAP' that occurs in 'Occam Ocean' to dramatise 'Still, pondsnails whir and blindly source [...] a working leaf shutter'. Soever the language enacts the slurs of the snails up close. We look for the answer to the question of ellipsis, the more to follow [what follows]: inevitable, a question. Sometimes Tom is writing about silence ('then silence confronts an earful underhand') but the music of his language does all the noise, so we just can't have nothingness: there is always a vibrational residue that speaks of something in miniature, atomic, happening.

Ofc with the ear again I am thinking of the ear at the start of Lynch's Blue Velvet and how it's covered in rasping wee insects whose hum is a sort of white noise of trauma that runs through Lumberton's suburban idyllicism.

And so what happens next is I flip open to the following page of Body Work and there is 'String Growth', one of Tom's sprawling erasure poems, which for more than a split-second resembles hundreds of crawling, shimmering ants. I actually think my earliest childhood memory is of looking down at my bare feet on the patio of our old house in Hertfordshire and seeing red ants run over my toes. Then looking up to a greying, English sky. Constantly struck by the cinematic image of that, its splicing out of time: the vividness of insects on human flesh, then milky smog of skyward nothingness. 'String Growth', the accompanying notes to Body Work tell me, is an erasure poem of the Chordoma Foundation's 'Understanding Chordoma' information page.

Erasure can expose sequences of nightmare at work in the lexis and syntax of the text on which it parasitically feeds. I am scared to go on the Chordoma Foundation's website, for fear that just reading or saying the word 'tumour' will activate some kind of malignant growth in my body. And so something of the word chord as a sonorous relation between materials (bodily, textual; textural, cellular). Chordomas are tumours often located in the spine and so I find myself looking for the undulating shape of a spine in the scatter-text of Tom's poem. My eyes cascade down textual spines. Why is it sometimes I otherwise latch upon a 'keystone' word which then extends with adjacent resonance? Musical abnormalities accumulate. Thought swells.

And yea I wonder how this fits into what you say about the poems being 'so smooth'. Like Lynch's waxen silicone ear. Because even though fragmentation makes me think of bits and jaggedness etc, there's this sheen of aestheticism to Tom's work that makes me think of gloopiness, fullness, thereness but also the glaze of potential nothingness. Like in Barad's sense, or miniaturised ecological window shopping - a la Morton's Romantic consumerism? Or do we get into the things themselves? What are your thoughts on the question of recalcitrance? Maybe cos he named a previous pamphlet Pedicure I've just got varnish on my mind. Things an insect might stick to, and be amberized in. Mm.

'[...] Phosphorus crystals may be white, red, burgundyor alight as urine passes'

I keep a stone of citrine under my pillow sometimes. It is supposed to alleviate nightmares and 'manifest abundance'. It is the colour of a rich, dehydrated piss and sometimes when I come back to bed after peeing in the night I think it's some kind of organ lain on my bedsheets, hopped out of my body, and I have to stop my heart and breathe. Is that syncope?

On the <topic of piss>, isn't there a sort of caustic quality, even to the smoothness? Like it is working at making a brittleness of its sheen? And that is what poetry is, cracking the veneer of language or something? Punctuational insects dwelling in splits and fissures? It is nice and cool in Tom's poetry, a place for thinning the self and dwelling. Even though the lexis is so rich and dense, it still seems slender somehow; there's a suppleness. Tease threads of your silk(worm).

Was thinking about what Lisa Robertson says about 'commodiousness' in poetry and what kinds of space there are for the reader here, because I don't think there is much space at all, in the conventional humanly readerly sense. Maybe what I mean by (straw man: Romantic) lyric, which requires something of declarative expansiveness? The density and clutter of specialist language in Body Work makes me feel like a worm, trying to hook my way lusciously into a line: 'espalier's / strains unfinished by the scarp trellis' ('Body Work'), 'rooted to a middle-ground / no more than motion defibrillates'. And I become a parasite on the body of the text, which is a parasite on the body, which is made up of millions of (para)sites. Para ofc meaning side by side, which made me think of Haraway's sympoeisis (making-with) but also, admittedly, Limmy's madeup psychic show, Paraside (lalalol what you were saying about the scrambling parallel universe maybe, is that a lalaLacian Real which necessitates ululation, stammering? Complex remixing musicality of language throughout Body Work as summoning?). Going back to my incidental Slowdive reference earlier, maybe there's a shoegaze thing here, like setting up these 'noise-worlds' which shimmer indiscriminately behind/inside/through the semiotic oscillations of lyric? Is shoegaze a form of sonic gouache? Well it is certainly an ontic form of seduction, where I can't pick out the instruments of expression but I look for them hungrily in the haze. And the idea that transmission between worlds (the living/dead, human/nonhuman) might require a strain of humour (like haha but also meant in the sense of bodily humours?). For instance, shoegaze is decidedly not a humorous genre, but it sort of works on bodily humours, sometimes giving me the bends, or the blurry spaced-out feeling of having one's pleasure receptor's caressed by sound. Was wondering how YOU experienced the space and physicality of the poems -- was there anything u found FUNNY or sufficiently sultry as to produce a long and gorgeous sigh?

Mm and aren't there these tasty, cute moments of wow like 'tropic glut' ('O--NE') and 'prism arousal' ('Body Work') and 'clamour to emboss' ('Sapling').

Come to think of it, there are quite a lot of trees in Body Work, at the very least between 'Sapling' and 'Copsing', but also resonance in 'Awning', 'Annual' (which mentions 'yield', 'Thicket', 'sky-light muddle' etc) and 'Georgel' (georgics, idk?). Something about sprawl and thread: like the action of branches as arboreal mirror for threads of viruses, threads of code?

Side note: Can a person in a crowd of people experience canopy-shyness? Emily Berry has this lovely poem about crying and canopies and language.

Ways to dwell in inertia, violence, suspense ('Poem for July') as a 'clearing' within the pamphlet? Body Work as a title seems to combine two distinct fields: car repair and alternative medicine (hence mention of plants, cancers and crystals). The question of holistic approach, therapeutics, restoration. The sheen of metal, the sheen of health. O wise one of la letteratura del contemporaneo, pray tell your thoughts on possible Ballardian comparisons? Like obv v. different but I was struck by something to do with the cut-up structures of The Atrocity Exhibition and the way erasure works in Tom's work (probably in a more precise, attentive way, like the specialist's collage of tiny skins and digits, as opposed to grander themes of mediation that explode all over Ballard's work? -- generalising for the sake of interest obv).

Longing for a 'carvery [of] / uncommoning / rave'. Some kind of party you'd give up your skin for (is skin mere synecdoche of identity here?). Maybe the rave is what you were saying about scrambling.

Anyway, I hope your essay is going well. I must go read Hillis Miller's thoughts on Ariadne's thread, maybe make a tea. I've been getting these headaches lately, dawn to dusk & beyond, like the kind you get after being swimming (chlorine headache) or after crying (hormone headache). Pressurisation. I wonder if I have a parasite in my brain? So tonite I will probs lie awake, sleepless, listening for tinnitus :(

With warmth, Maria xxxxxxx

p.s.

Of course, by the time I get to the end of rereading I realise that it's only white marks being revealed underneath because literal holes have appeared in the Body Work cover, like some kind of fungus has been eating away at the book, performing another erasure.

Denise Bonetti <[email protected]> Fri, 1 Feb, 12:15 to maria.spamzine Dear Maria, Once again my legendary inability to reply to personal emails within a reasonable 1-month window manifests itself. Invoke my Scorpio moon (?) etc. I love it when people are like 'RIGHT - enough Facebook for me, email me if you want to talk etc', because that sounds like a nightmare to me. Long live IM! Long live the short form! (quite rich coming from someone whose job at the moment, I guess, is to churn out a dissertation?)

But then you know what I was thinking - someone like Clark Coolidge, for example, can get away with long form, intense long form. Not only get away, but own that long form. That long form I'm into. Clark Coolidge drown me in words and I'm fine with it, because he never dilutes, there's never any stagnation, you know what I mean, he just goes and goes and goes and you're like !!? YES!! HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!? He just never runs out of steam. And I'm thinking of Coolidge because you mentioned crystals as agents in Tom B. (cf. The Crystal Text, how would the crystal speak etc), and of course because both Tom B. and Clark C. are just doing mad things with language, bold things and exciting things... They are like scientists you're friends with but who (maybe) don't like to talk about their work, then one day they decide to let into their basement lab where they've been secretly working on the most complex, organic, project for years, and they're like, don't freak out, here it is:

(Sorry for terrible quality [#postinternet] First is Tom B., second is Clark C.) Body Work looks quite controlled in form, visually speaking, with its vaguely justified lines, BIG symmetrical margins.. even the scattered pages look orderly! Like the bit of 'STRING WORTH' you sent. Which going back to your erasure thing, it makes me feel like Tom B. is giving us an OXO cube of his writing, all concentrated and delicious. But then my response is - show us more!!! Which rarely happens because I am scared of long form. And email. And dissertations. I also LOVE what you said about how Body Work combines car repair and alternative medicine!! That is absolutely spot on. Like the material, pragmatic tinkering motions of his writing, the referral to structures and the intention of like, see how far we can bend them and push them, but then it is never as dry as that! Very sweet motor oil. It's very kind poetry... generous! (A word that my friend Phoebe used to describe a certain type of poetry at a party last week and I thought, very interesting). Linguistically generous because it offers so many networks of reading, but then also.. approachable? As approachable as experimental poetry of this kind can be. I'm sure like, DANIEL would not think this is approachable lol (#COYBIG #romance). Which, fair enough. But if you're a nerd for this kind of poetry, then yeah. Like this bit from 'ANNUAL'??

*Cries!!! This is like you said, healing!! I feel looked after! 'Stomach prefers sound to day-to-day camphor'!!! Honestly what is this! So touching, so simple!

(Btw, I started experimenting with aromatherapy in my tiny room lol, do you know how to stop the water from boiling in the oil burner??)

Thanks for sending such interesting ideas over, I have to shoot to a seminar ! PPS: I saw Steven Connor in the English library yesterday (Oliver pointed at him silently like !!!!!!!!!!) so I kind of followed him to see what his approach to book browsing is.. very natural-looking and orderly? Surprised. Love the guy. *bubble sounds*

Lots of love Maria ‘let’s see where the spirits take us’ ur the best

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Maria Sledmere <[email protected]> 6 Feb 2019, 23:19 to denise.spamzine Dear Denise,

Makes so much sense to map your message sensibilities onto your taste in poetry! I am so torn between the percolated richness of the email, its classic deferral (omg hun I owe you a million emails!) through a sort of quantum dimension of procrastination, and in opposition the sugar rush nowness of IM. I am such a frantic typist that often I send the wrong messages or cross my wires or just gush too much, so email is probably a safe option for me. There is all too much blue in my Messenger windows...Temptation of x's and endless emojis. But such a beauty to IM and texts out of context, like I wonder how many people read your probs too late 4 a snog now :'((( as micro-fictions, versus poems. I have a whole folder of screenshots on my computer from things that happened on Facebook that I have no memory of. Something about the Romantic fragment, accumulating ruin.

(btw) I feel like these extracts also shed light upon Body Work somehow. Biodegradables versus hard minerals and synthetic matter. Inner/outer. Flush. Tbh I think the middle one was from you?

Yes the dissertation, the dissertation as labour; it's like you have to find your scaffold first. Sometimes I feel like the scaffold in that wonderful Sophie Collins poem, 'Healers', and I write and don't notice myself and suddenly I'm so there, but the scaffold is secretly taking her bolt pins out the more I write around her. You can only be so respectful to your scaffold when she's so in the way. Gemini problems?Duality; structure/content. What is it Tom McCarthy says: 'structure is content, geometry is everything'. I want to be a wee fractal in a sequence of massive refraction. Is that how it works? Back to scaffolds, maybe we need to find the kindest mode of dismantling, and that's when you work into a form or something. And then also the more organic structures! So for CC it's the whole crystal thing, and working out of crystal logic. And then you just go and go and it's wonderful, much extravagant fractality, almost like poetry as virus, replicate replicate, grow, change. Mm, it's so good. My friend Kirsty did this mad poem about a tree, I couldn't tell if it was a story or poem, it was just branching out in a way that seemed hungry, necessary, spreading its roots. She said she wrote it in a rush! As if trees could rush! I like to think she inhabited a concentrated moment of becoming-tree, like she was a myriad in the roots or leaves. I don't think it could have happened without the tree, you know? But also the tree was almost entirely absent, it was like a ghost of form. Maybe I forgot how it goes. The lines looked like branches or something. Can you have long-form concrete? Concrete I guess by necessity is long-form. It takes a lot of energy to make. People are building houses out of mycelium instead, which is rad. Talking of roots and that, I just wrote 26k words on ecopoetics & t h r e a d s over the past fortnight and it was kind of that process, like letting a sort of tapestry take hold and I was maybe just one more thread, I was hardly doing the weaving, everything was moving around me and I wanted to wriggle into more and more gaps. Becoming-thread, perhaps. The next step is to slack and cut, which is exciting. Where to even start?

Your description of the complex, organic project is so gorgeous. Poems slow-cooked in a lab with tender organic care. My two scientist PhD pals are always gramming these beautiful pictures of crystals they're growing or mad wave patterns on screens. And we go for lunch and I'm like what you doing this afternoon and they're like, Oh just shooting photons. And is that much different from spending your afternoon writing poems? (Yes, they'd groan). I'm just chasing bits of light. Reading Tom B's work it's this whole precision thing, the actual inhabitation of process as such, so you see the energy buzz between things. I don't mean to say simply this is atomic poetry or poetry as tool analysis. It's more a betweening.

Isn't it super difficult to write non-anthropocentrically and really inhabit micro-relationality and also sound interesting and sexy in the way Claire Colebrook (she has that great essay in Tom Cohen's Telemorphosis) describes as 'sexual indifference', i.e. that threat to heteronormative reproduction that 'has always been warded off precisely because it opens the human organism to mutation, production, lines of descent and annihilation beyond that of its own intentionality'? Well anyway Body Work really works this way for me, it's like a poetics of sexual indifference that is nevertheless charged with desire you can't really predict, it's something in the frisson between objects and lines and coils of form. I think of crystal charge, iPhone battery (mine's always dying, Gemini trait 100%), engines. Neat miniaturisations of entropy, surge, spike and flux. When the 'I' comes in I'm like hey, what flow are you? It's actually so satisfying to quote these poems as fragments btw, they can do so much on their own as much as in poems and pamphlets, I wonder if that goes back to the accessibility thing. Like the absolute charm of a line as auto-affection:

This bit is from 'Temper' and I go back to my point about the flush/fluster! Globe of air/your *bubble sounds*. Isn't everything held so neatly, and yet it never feels neat, it just feels sharp and sparking, this 'technical glossy finish' like a really nice car, the body paint of a poem, its prosody so tightly held it feels more surface, a selection of hues and textures. And the erotics of the text or at the very least its pleasure is the shift between bodies, synecdoche, yes you could say bodies without organs but things in themselves are also important. Maybe another poet who does this is Sylvia Legris, she writes these apparently impersonal poems filled to the seams with specialist lexis (you have to have like twelve tabs open per poem to get it), but there's an affirmative humour and energy that feels v much a personal sensibility, a deliberated skewing of world that splices the poet's agency among items, artefacts, language. I mean how nice are these poemsshe published in Granta. I feel like I want cutlery to read them with, if that makes sense. Maybe a scalpel, for the succulence. The appearance of an ear again!

And then the beautiful metallurgy of this line from Tom, like somebody pierced my ears with perfect silver and it let all the demons out:

I am worried about what a certain seizure would look like. When we talk about vitality is it a willing naivety towards matter qua matter, as if we could just step out of correlationism? Such thoughts for 11pm of a Wednesday night. I can't help but think of the body image that Elizabeth Grosz describes in Volatile Bodies, kind of riffing off Paul Schilder: 'What psychoanalytic theory makes clear is that the body is literally written on, inscribed, by desire and signification, at the anatomical, physiological, and neurological levels'. And yeah, cool, what about the nonhuman body also? Has anyone done a really good psychoanalysis of the object. Parsed its psychic striations (traumatic or pleasurable residues of every microbial, huh?). In fact, what about the psychodynamic model of actual icebergs? Time we started literalising the matter of metaphors, absenting 'real cultural / medium' and filling with meltwater, fire and flow. Maybe it comes down to a bead of ink, the 'intimate concentrate' which is Lucozade, hangover piss, sick pH levels. So yeah, Body Work for me is this totally seductiveintersubjective space which actually works out pretty visceral states, sometimes disembodying me into a more fractal, mineral or bacterial being. I could start talking Kathryn Yusoff and geomorphism too, but maybe enough strata for one email? Plus I'm mixing my metaphors, I'm sure, mostly because I'm still morphing, dissolving inside those lines. I think I ate too many OXO cubes.

As for your oil burner boiling, sounds like you have an overactive candle? Maybe try a cooler tealight, nestle it to the back a little to redirect the strength of the flame? I like rosemary oil for remembrance, cranberry for comfort, ginger for energy. That line about resin is so nice. I was in Crianlarich at the weekend and my friend Patrick found this massive log and he carried it for so long that you could smell the resin on his skin, it was amazing. I keep thinking about the word 'pitch' and lush tree-ness, and the Log Lady in Twin Peaks and poetry you can chew like new molasses, prior to melt. Is that how it works?

Somebody is smashing glass into a bin in my garden and probably I should just close the pamphlet...

...but it's like a delicious pdf that gives infinities...

Yours in multiples & cherryish flusters,

Maria xoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxox

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SERVERTALE Chapter 19: Training

Frisk got a letter from Undyne and the task to deliver it to Alphys. Since, she didn’t want to walk all the way to Alphys’ lab, Frisk decided to ask the Riverperson to help her. She finds them with their boat, waiting. Frisk greets them. Riverperson: Tra la la. Care for a ride? Frisk: Yes, that would be helpful. Riverperson: Where will we go? Frisk: Hotland. Riverperson: Then we’re off... The boat suddenly rises, revealing its... legs. It starts running along the river. After some time of silence, the Riverperson speaks. Riverperson: Tra la la. A second chance at life. Last two times, it ended in tragedy. Let us hope it shall not happen again. Frisk is more surprised than Chara, since Chara already knew that the Riverperson has many secrets. Frisk: I don’t know what you are talking about? Riverperson: There is a big difference between not knowing and not wanting to. You will find your difference when your soul lets you to. Frisk: How do you even know about that? Without turning around, Riverperson responds, as two small yellow flames exit their hood. Riverperson: How would I not know. After all... I was there. The remaining part of the travel is quiet, since Riverperson said everything they wanted to and Frisk doesn’t feel like asking any more questions. The boat reaches the destination and it lowers down to the water level. Frisk exits the boat. Riverperson calls Frisk in a calm voice. Riverperson: Come again some time. Tra la la. Frisk walks up the stairs, before looking back once again to the Riverperson. They are standing still on their boat like a statue. Frisk continues and reaches the same save point from the time she first met Alphys. She overwrites the save, before reaching the door of the lab. After a closer look, Frisk notices that there isn’t a mail slot anywhere. Chara: Just slide it in so we can be done with this. Frisk listens to Chara and slides the letter under the door and slightly knocks. After a few seconds, she hears footsteps from inside, and then, Alphys’ voice. Alphys: O-oh n-no, is that another letter...? I don’t want to open it... C-can’t I just slide it back out...? N... no... I can’t keep doing this. I’ll read this one. ...Um... I-it’s shut k-kind of strongly, isn’t it? Chara: Who is she talking to? Alphys: Wait a second... Alphys opens the door, with the letter in her hands. Alphys: Oh My God? Did you write this letter? Frisk: Actually, Undyne gave it to me and told me to deliver it to you. Alphys: WHAT? S-s-she wrote it? Are you joking? Frisk: No, it’s her letter. Why wouldn’t it be? Alphys: Oh no. I’m not ready for this. I can’t do it. Frisk: I don’t even know what’s in the letter. Alphys: Oh... y-yeah, I forgot to say... She said she likes me. Frisk: Well that’s nice. Alphys: IT’S GREAT. But it’s not. Uh... I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Frisk: Well, do you like her? Alphys: Yeah, but... I’m gonna mess it up. I’m not good at talking with people. I-I don’t e-even know why she likes me. I d-don’t know w-w-what am I supposed to say. Frisk: I could help. Alphys: What? Chara: Frisk, our work here is done. Don’t waste more time on her. Frisk ignores Chara and goes on. Frisk: You’re gonna have to talk with her sooner or later, right? I could pretend that I’m Undyne and you will pretend that you are confessing your feelings. Alphys: That... That could work. Frisk: Great, get dressed. You’re gonna have to look good. Alphys: Okay. just give me a minute. Alphys closes the door and goes to change her clothes. Chara: Why did you do that? Frisk: Sans said that we need everyone’s full support, didn’t he? Chara: He did, but that doesn’t mean that we need to help everyone out of their daily problems just to get that help. We don’t know when will Flowey decide to attack again. Frisk: You’re just being paranoid. Chara: BECAUSE WE DIED. Frisk: But we’re not dead. Calm down, everything will work out fine, just stay focused. Chara: There’s nothing I can do to change your mind? Frisk: Nope. Chara sighs, defeated. Chara: As you wish. I can’t do anything on my own anyways. Alphys comes back, wearing a spotty dress. Alphys: H-how do I look? My friend helped me pick out this dress. She’s got a great sense of... Um, anyway! Let’s do this thing! Alphys gets ready to act like she is talking to Undyne. She still isn’t confident, but it is easier to talk with Frisk. Alphys: H-hi Undyne... H-how are you doing today? Frisk: I’m fine. Alphys: Ha! Ha! Glad to hear it!! Uhhh, so I’d like to, um, talk to you about something. Frisk: What is it? Alphys: Umm, you see... I... I... I... I h-haven’t been exactly truthful w-w-with you... Y... you see, I... I... Oh, forget it! Undyne!!! I... I want to tell you how I feel! Y-you’re so brave, a-and s-strong... A-and nice... Y-you always listen t-to me when I talk about n-n-nerdy stuff... Y-you always d-d-do your best to m-make me f-f-feel special... L-like t-telling me that y-you’ll b-beat up anyone that g-gets in my way... Chara: Well, doesn’t that sound familiar. Alphys: UNDYNE!!! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER!!! I’M MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU!!! Chara: Should we stop her? Alphys: HOLD ME, UNDYNE!! HOLD ME!!! Just as Alphys says that, Undyne walks in, equally surprising everyone. Undyne: What did you just say? Alphys takes a step back. Alphys: U... Undyne! I... was... just... Undyne: Hey, woah, wait a second! Your outfit’s really cute! What’s the occasion? Alphys tries to think of a good excuse, but Frisk interrupts her. Frisk: We were roleplaying. Undyne: What? Alphys: Undyne... I... I’ve been lying to you! Undyne: About what? Alphys: About... well... Everything! Alphys walks closer to Undyne. Alphys: I told you that seaweed was like... scientifically important... Really, I just... I just use it to make ice cream! And those human history books i keep reading... Those are just dorky comic books! And the history movies... those... Those are just, uh, anime! They aren’t real! Alphys gets even closer to Undyne. Alphys: And that time I told you I was busy with work on the phone... Was just eating frozen yogurt in my pajamas! That time I- Undyne interrupts her. Undyne: Alphys... Alphys: I... I just wanted to impress you! I just wanted you to think I was smart and cool. That I wasn’t some... nerdy loser. Undyne puts her hand on Alphys’ head. Alphys: Undyne, I... I really think you’re neat, ok... Undyne crouches down and hugs Alphys, calming her down, before she suddenly picks her up and throws her into a nearby trash can. Chara laughs uncontrollably. Undyne: Alphys! I... think you’re neat, too, I guess. But, you’ve gotta realize... Most of what you said really doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care if you’re watching kid cartoons or reading history books. To me, all of that stuff is just nerdy crap! What I like about you is that you’re passionate! You’re analytical!! It doesn’t matter what it is! You care about it!! 100-percent!! At maximum power!!! ...so, you don’t have to lie to me. I don’t want you to have to lie to anyone anymore. Alphys... I want to help you become happy with who you are! And I know just the training you need to do that! Alphys slightly raises the top of the trash can and looks through. Alphys; Undyne... you... Y-you’re gonna train me...? Undyne: Pffft, what? ME? Papyrus suddenly poops out, wearing his training clothes. Undyne: Nah, I’m gonna get Papyrus to do it. Papyrus: GET THOSE BONES SHAKIN!!! IT’S TIME TO JOG 100 LAPS, HOOTING ABOUT HOW GREAT WE ARE!!! Undyne: Ready? I’m about to start the timer! Alphys: U-undyne... I’ll do my best...! Papyrus and Alphys start running. Undyne: OH MY GOD!!! She was kidding, right!? Those cartoons... those comics... those are still real, right!? ANIME’S REAL, RIGHT?!?! Frisk: Yeah... about that... Slasher wrote a list of all of the weapons he will be using when they will be defending the portal, while Amy checked all of the cameras and Ne set up the training room. He invited Slasher to train with him. Slasher gladly accepted. Both of them went into the training room and Slasher replaced his normal gear with the non lethal one. so that he wouldn’t damage the training room. They both got into their positions, ready to fight. Ne: Don’t hold back. Slasher: I never do. Slasher takes his airsoft pistols and starts firing. Ne doesn’t have a problem with dodging all of them, since they are noticeably slower than the real ones. Slasher grapples to the ceiling and swings closer to Ne. Using the close range, Slasher activates his gauntlet blade and swings towards Ne. Predicting the attack, Ne phase shifts behind Slasher, but before he has a chance to hit him, Slasher already moved out of the way. Ne switches to offense and starts attempting to punch him. Slasher has gotten pretty skilled at hand to hand combat, so he was able to block all of the attacks, and even counter them. Using the opening, Slasher sweep kicks Ne, making him fall down. Before he has time to point his gun, Ne jumps back up and phase shifts above slasher, before kicking him down. Slasher quickly recovers and starts firing at Ne again, forcing him to move back. Ne: You’re gonna have to try better than that. Slasher: Your wish is my command. Slasher fires his grapple, hitting Ne and pulling him closer, before kicking him. While he is stunned, Slasher swipes the grapple like a chain a few times, before Ne catches it and pulls slasher closer. Slasher attempts to hit Ne with his blade, But Ne doges the attacks, before grabbing his arm and flipping him to the ground. Ne creates a neon bullet, while Slasher takes out his pistols and aims them at Ne. Ne: A draw? Slasher: Good enough for me. Ne absorbs back his bullet before helping Slasher up. They head back up to the living room. Amy: Done already? Ne: You know how it is. Ne goes into the kitchen. Amy looks at Slasher. Amy: He’s still giving you that free draw huh? Slasher: Yup. Prologue Chapter 18 Chapter 20

#Frisk #Chara #Undyne #Alphys #Undertale #Undertale AU #Servertale #Riverperson #Ne #Amy #Slasher #OC #alternative timeline

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blog-unabashedcreationcolle-blog · 6 years ago

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Which French Woman Are You?

I want to give you something complètement différent this week: I have invented (with the help of my mother!) this quiz for you! A quiz that will determine which French woman you are, out of 5 super famous and glamorous female French icons! And if you are a man who has not yet embraced his inner woman… now is the time to do so!

You know how I keep telling you that there are so many ways you can learn French online? Well, I do my best to help & guide you on that route, while enhancing your French learning language ,french immersion course experience! Hopefully this quiz will teach you French you don’t normally learn.

In case you don’t recognize them all, don’t scroll down yet! Take the quiz and all will be revealed to you at the end, along with your results!

And once again, if you’re a man, well, that’s ok! Do it anyway! When’s the last time someone asked you to discover your inner French woman?!

To make it both pleasant & useful, I wrote the quiz in French and then translated it in English so you can practice practice practice and learn! Consider this quiz an adventurous French language course! Write down your answers on a little piece of paper.

Quelle femme française êtes-vous? Which French woman are you?

Question 1

Qu’est-ce qui vous motive le plus? (What motivates you the most?)

A- Créer (to create)

B- Penser (to think)

C- Interpréter (to perform)

D- Séduire (to seduce)

E- Être protégée (being protected)

Question 2

Vous faites la queue au supermarché. La personne derrière vous vous fait une remarque blessante: (You’re waiting in line at the supermarket. The person behind you makes one hurtful comment about you)

A- Vous riez (you laugh)

B- Vous retenez vos larmes (you hold back your tears)

C- Vous argumentez (you argue)

D- Vous attaquez (you attack)

E- Vous ignorez (you ignore)

Question 3

Un projet qui vous tient à coeur tombe à l’eau: (A project dear to your heart falls apart)

A- Vous demandez l’appui d’un personnage influent (you ask for support from an influential person)

B- Vous pleurez un bon coup et repartez aussitôt (you have a good cry and then you start again instantly)

C- Vous pensez que c’est votre faute parce que vous n’êtes pas assez bonne (you think it’s your fault because you’re not good enough)

D- Vous êtes très en colère (you are very angry)

E- “Ils n’ont rien compris, j’ai raison, je continue!” (“They don’t understand anything, I’m right, I”ll keep going!)

Question 4

Pour quelle cause vous engageriez-vous? (For what cause would you commit yourself?)

A- L’émancipation des femmes (women empowerment)

B- La défense des animaux (animal protection)

C- La famille (family)

D- La liberté des peuples (human rights)

E- Le mariage pour tous (same sex marriage)

Question 5

L’idée d’afficher votre vie publiquement: (The idea of displaying your life publicly)

A- Vous fait peur (scares you)

B- Vous excite (excites you)

C- Vous indigne (outrages you)

D- Vous dérange (disturbs you)

E- Vous sert (serves you)

Question 6

Comment passez-vous votre temps libre? (How do you spend your free time?)

A- Dans les livres (in books)

B- Vous dessinez (you draw)

C- Avec votre famille (with your family)

D- Vous écoutez de la musique (you listen to music)

E- Avec vos animaux (with your animals)

Question 7

Votre valeur la plus chère: (Your top value)

A- L’excellence (excellence)

B- L’audace (audacity)

C- La fidélité (fidelity)

D- La justice (justice)

E- La liberté (freedom)

Question 8

Quel événement important vous correspond le mieux? (Which important event best corresponds to you?)

A- La libération sexuelle des femmes (women sexual freedom)

B- La révolution française (the French revolution)

C- Le droit de vote des femmes (women’s right to vote)

D- Le festival de Cannes (Cannes’ festival)

E- Woodstock

Question 9

Vous êtes invitée à un dîner chez des amis. Quel style vestimentaire choisissez-vous? (You’re invited for dinner at some friends’ house. Which dress style do you choose?)

A- Jean moulant + tee-shirt large laissant apparaître une épaule (tight jeans + oversized tee-shirt revealing a bare shoulder)

B- Robe noire +manteau léopard (black dress + leopard coat)

C- Tailleur chic + collier de perles (chic suit + pearl necklace)

D- Bustier + pantalon taille haute (bustier + high-waisted pants)

E- Bijoux ethniques sur tenue sobre (ethnic jewelry on understated outfit)

Question 10

Quelle activité professionnelle vous semble la plus valorisante? (Which professional activity seems like the most gratifying to you?)

A- Actrice (actress)

B- Chanteuse (singer)

C- Femme d’affaires (business woman)

D- Professeur (professor)

E- Top model (model)

Question 11

Quel est votre style de maquillage préféré? (What is your favorite make-up style?)

A- Nature, presque rien (natural, almost nothing)

B- Un trait d’eye liner noir épais (thick black eye-liner)

C- Rouge à lèvres seulement (lipstick only)

D- Sophistiqué (sophisticated)

E- Ténébreux (dark & mysterious)

Question 12

La féminité pour vous c’est: (For you, femininity is)

A- L’élégance (elegance)

B- La réussite (success)

C- Le combat (fight)

D- La douceur (gentleness)

E- La sensualité (sensuality)

La fin!

Isn’t that a fun, and therefore efficient, way to learn French online? A different kind of French language course, isn’t it? If you want to learn the French language & culture as much as possible, you must always be curious and remain open to any French language learning formats as they come in all shapes and sizes!

Calculez votre résultat

Ok so now it’s time to count your points! I’m sure you get this but just to make sure, if you’ve answered A to question 1 you get a @, if you’ve answered A to question 2 you get one #, if you’ve answered C to question 3 you get one +, and you just keep going until the end when you can count and compare all your symbols, each symbol corresponding to 1 woman!

And now, because I know you like to be challenged otherwise you wouldn’t be doing this quiz to learn French online, I will let you do a little homework. Yes homework really helps sinking in new information. So once you know which French woman you are, you can go read the result but it will be in French and you’ll have to figure out what it means in English! If you have a question, just leave it in the comment section. I warned you this was a French language course ha!

Majorité de @ Vous êtes Coco Chanel!

Femme fière, femme rebelle, même en cas de difficulté, votre combattivité vous permet de vous redresser toujours et vite. Certes, vous vous autorisez à baisser les bras mais vous rebondissez aussitôt. Un obstacle ne vous arrête pas, le travail ne vous fait pas peur: la réussite est votre chemin!

Ambitieuse, indépendante, et dotée d’une autoritaire naturelle, vous avez toutes les qualités pour être une grande femme d’affaires.

Cependant, n’oubliez pas d’exploiter votre côté créatif, il y a peut-être une grande artiste qui sommeille dans votre coeur.

Majorité de # Vous êtes Brigitte Bardot!

Libre, indépendante, et rebelle, vous n’avez pas peur d’affirmer vos idées originales. Vous ne craignez pas de prendre des risques. Quel que soit le prix à payer, vous foncez. De toutes façons la critique vous importe peu. L’opinion des autres ne changera pas vos convictions.

Si vous avez un petit côté sauvage, vous savez parfaitement bien l’équilibrer avec une sensualité et une coquetterie bouillonnantes.

Cependant, n’hésitez pas à partager votre générosité et à utiliser votre impétuosité au profit des plus vulnérables.

Majorité de + Vous êtes Charlotte Gainsbourg!

Vous êtes douce, tendre, souriante, naturelle, tout le monde vous adore. Femme enfant, vous aimez qu’on vous protège mais ne craignez rien, on adore vous protéger! Famille et amis sont toujours là pour vous.

Votre timidité et votre sensibilité à fleur de peau peuvent vous rendre vulnérable mais la vie vous a appris à transformer ce que vous pensiez être des défauts en atouts. Cette réalisation vous permet de réussir tout ce que vous entreprenez.

Vous n’osez pas toujours mais si quelqu’un qui compte énormément pour vous vous donne confiance, vous accomplissez de grandes choses.

Majorité de & Vous êtes Simone de Beauvoir!

Vous êtes femme et tenez à être reconnue en tant que telle. Vous réussissez et êtes parfaitement acceptée et reconnue dans les milieux dominés par les hommes.

Vous aimez autant apprendre que partager votre savoir. Vous êtes sûre de vous et défendez avec force vos idées, vous aimez convaincre, faire adhérer les autres à votre cause, vous seriez sans doute très à l’aise dans un métier lié à la connaissance ou à la politique.

Cela ne vous empêche pas, sans être superficielle , d’aimer séduire.

Majorité de % – Vous êtes Catherine Deneuve!

Vous pouvez vous montrer réservée voire secrète et même parfois distante. Que l’on ne s’y méprenne pas cette apparente distance cache une sensibilité bien réelle. Vous souhaitez de cette manière protéger votre famille et votre intimité.

Vous représentez l’idéal féminin: élégante, sophistiquée, femme fatale. À la fois traditionnelle et énigmatique, les créatifs voient en vous une muse. Décidée et audacieuse, vous savez vous entourer pour mener à bien vos projets.

Vous adorez mettre en valeur votre côté glamour et éprouveriez sans doute beaucoup de satisfaction dans des activités liées au spectacle. Si ce n’est pas déjà fait, lancez-vous!

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plug2game-blog · 6 years ago

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Just how much will GameStop spend for your retro SEGA video games?-- SEGA Nerds

So, you need to know just how much GameStop will provide you for you retro SEGA stuff, huh? I have actually got you covered, nerds!

As a lot of you understand, on April 24 GameStop launched a pilot program in select markets to start redeeming retro consoles and video games. I make certain many individuals are out there questioning how much GameStop will provide us cash-strapped retro gamers to purchase our youth memories. Because the GameStop site is not yet providing these answers (though it might any day now), I called one of the pilot programs stores in New York to do some digging. Here's how it went ...

The Requiem: Hi. I lost my kid to cancer a number of years ago, and he left us with a bunch of his stuff like old video games.

GameStop Staff member: Oh, I'm extremely sorry to hear that sir.

The Requiem: Thanks, I appreciate that. I truly do. Anyway, I heard that GameStop has actually just begun purchasing retro computer game again. I have a number of I 'd like to get price quotes on ... if it's not excessive problem?

GameStop Worker: No, not at all. Which games were you seeking to offer?

Of course that "dead cancer kid" story was a lie, however as the best crack reporter SEGA Nerds has on personnel, I felt it needed to keep the New york city GameStop worker's sympathy on my side, since I had a great deal of concerns and I was going to get the answers I wanted, goddammit! Straight dope!

Well, here are those responses, in tabular type.

Name of Game/Console GameStop's Trade-In Price (cash)GameStop's Trade-in Cost (in-store credit)eStarland Trade-in Rate (money, loose game) SEGA Genesis Console$16.00$20.00$20.00 Aladdin (Gen)$5.20$6.50$2.40 Transformed Beast (Gen)$4.00$5.00$3.04 Castlevania: Families (Gen)$20.00$25.00$16.56 Sonic the Hedgehog (Gen)$4.00$5.00$2.31 SEGA Dreamcast Console$24.00$30.00$11.25 Cannon Spike (DC)$40.00$50.00$21.00 Crazy Taxi (DC)$4.00$5.00$1.65 Power Stone 2 (DC)$32.00$40.00$13.20 Sonic Experience (DC)$7.20$9.00$3.00 Mega Guy 2 (NES)$16.00$20.00$9.88 Super Mario Bros. (NES)* Will not accept trade-in* Will decline trade-in$4.00 Super Mario Kart (SNES)$14.00$17.50$12.00 GoldenEye 007 (N64)$10.00$12.50$7.70 Super Mario 64 (N64)$16.00$20.00$13.50 Ninja Gaiden 2 (Xbox 360)$0.80$1.00$0.00 (yep, nada) Call of Task: Black Ops II (PS3)$4.80$6.00$4.00

Let me interpret the above table a bit. You'll see both the money and in-store credit trade-in values from GameStop, and for contrast, I included the trade-in value for a loose cart from another retro gaming reseller, eStarland. I asked GameStop about both a SEGA Genesis and Dreamcast console and numerous essential video games. And if you're a good SEGA fan wanting to unload a few of your gray Nintendo video games for babies, I inquired about a couple of them, too.

Remarkably, though GameStop has a well-deserved credibility for paying pittance for your utilized games, their trade-in rates are regularly a fair bit greater than eStarland's prices. The only exception is the original Super Mario Bros. on NES, which GameStop told me they "would decline for trade-in." (Since it draws, no doubt, right?)

There were also many other video games I asked about, but I was told that these video games weren't in the GameStop system for whatever factor. These included Genesis games like Alex Kidd in the Enchanted Castle, John Madden 94 (Genesis), MUSHA, Splatterhouse 2, The Punisher and Mutant League Hockey. Dreamcast video games not in the system were Mars Matrix, Task Justice, NFL 2K and Skies of Arcadia. Nintendo garbage not in the GameStop system was Arena Occasions for NES and both Earthbound and Ninja Gaiden Trilogy on SNES.

See the pattern? Many of those unlisted video games are either uncommon games or sports titles, with a few exceptions. My guess is that GameStop is worried about purchasing up the rarer games like MUSHA, Project Justice or Ninja Gaiden Trilogy for fear that they may accidentally purchase back bootleg copies rather of authentic ones. That's not to say that they won't ultimately add these games to their catalog at some point, however that may depend on how GameStop eventually deals with commonly bootlegged video games. If you owned a shop filled with usually inexperienced teens, would you want them using hundreds of dollars for a copy of Stadium Events which you had no chance to determine was genuine? Narp.

Not all of those games are high-dollar rarities, though. Splatterhouse 2 or Alex Kidd in the Enchanted Castle!.?. !? Sure, Splatterhouse 2 is somewhat in demand, but I've never ever seen anybody attempting to offer a bootleg repro cart of the game. As for the sports video games? Well, it's possible that video games like NFL 2K and Madden 94 will never ever be accepted as trade-in, because GameStop will likely have really little to show for it in the end considering how low demand is for them.

The Other side

How much will GameStop be offering these video games for? There's no other way to know for particular, yet, as they won't be up for sale via the GameStop site for a couple more months. Still, I chose to hypothesize wildly (like any good video gaming journalist would) and create a totally unscientific procedure to forecast their final list price.

Taking a look at 2 contemporary games, Ninja Gaiden II on Xbox 360 and Call of Task: Black Ops II for PlayStation 3. I ran some maths-magic and discovered that their trade-in to sale ratio was in between %16 and %20, suggesting that the last price is approximately 5X-6X the trade-in cost. However, viewing as how very few players in their right minds would pay over twenty bucks for a loose cart of Sonic the Hedgehog or $200 for a loose disc of Cannon Spike, I'm going to give GameStop the benefit of the doubt and go with just a boost of 3X.

Name of Game/Console GameStop's Trade-In Cost (money)Loose Rate from PriceCharting.comAnticipated GameStop Asking Price (Money Trade-In x3) SEGA Genesis Console$16.00$9.99-$20.50 (differs by version)$48.00 Aladdin (Gen)$5.20$8.50$15.60 Altered Beast (Gen)$4.00$6.95$12.00 Castlevania: Families (Gen)$20.00$40.00$60.00 Sonic the Hedgehog (Gen)$4.00$5.77$12.00 SEGA Dreamcast Console$24.00$35.00$72.00 Cannon Spike (DC)$40.00$81.01$120.00 Crazy Taxi (DC)$4.00$6.54$12.00 Power Stone 2 (DC)$32.00$58.79$96.00 Sonic Experience (DC)$7.20$11.50$21.60 Mega Male 2 (NES)$16.00$15.50$48.00 Super Mario Bros. (NES)* Will decline trade-in$8.76Door Prize/paperweight Super Mario Kart (SNES)$14.00$30.35$42.00 GoldenEye 007 (N64)$10.00$15.34$30.00 Super Mario 64 (N64)$16.00$21.55$48.00 Ninja Gaiden 2 (Xbox 360)$0.80$3.60$4.99 (real listed rate) Call of Responsibility: Black Ops II (PS3)$4.80$14.00$24.99 (real noted rate)

For comparison functions, I noted the current loose rate of each video game according to PriceCharting.com, which notes an average of sales across a range of online selling fronts. Not a best procedure, to be sure, but it a minimum of offers a concept. Even increasing the trade-in cost by three, a number of GameStop's rates look to be quite high compared to the Price Charting average. Many of GameStop's prices seem nearly twice as high, so it appears like I could have over-estimated with my anticipated asking price. However, it's intriguing to note that Black Ops II for PS3 has a Rate Charting average of $14.00, while the current actual GameStop cost is $25. Possibly I'm not so far off after all. What do you believe?

Personally, I believe GameStop may be offering a higher trade-in cost right now at the start of their pilot program to develop up stock, which these rates will boil down at some point. When Target went into the used video game market, they provided some pretty high trade-in prices as well, so there is some historic case studies to suggest GameStop is maybe doing something comparable.

That's that, geeks. Bear in mind, the only SEGA consoles GameStop is presently redeeming are Genesis and Dreamcast, so no Master System or Saturn trade-ins. So, if you're wanting to make a few extra dollar selling retro video games and you live in either of the 2 test markets (New York City and Birmingham, Alabama), I recommend you do it sooner than later in the past GameStop realizes that four bucks for a loose copy of Sonic the Hedgehog won't leave them much of a profit margin. If you have actually got a copy of Cannon Spike lying around, I 'd be pleased to give you $45 for it. Okay, possibly $46. I can do PayPal.

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