#i've arrived at a point where i think of three comments as “doing really well” but the time the fics take is just stupid in that context

[nostalgia-tblr]

i just want to write some kind of fucked up shit and then finish it and post it and then feel i've done something😭

[misskingshit]

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 summary: where he has an interest in a certain pop singer, and he doesn't try to hide it. note: believe me or not i’ve been listening hip hop since Im like 15 y/o, soooo why not do an M&M’s fic?? Let me know if u want part 2! xoxo

The lyrics of Mr Eminem's new song being mostly about you? That was something you definitely didn't expect.

I get so weak on my knees

Lose all control

Damn, her silhouette

So hot

Fuck bein’ a gentleman

I'm going to fuck her instead

The red carpet at the Grammys has always been a dream for you, you had already won a couple of awards, today... you were excited to be the presenter of one of them.

Best Rap Album.

To say you were excited is an understatement.

You've loved this genre of music since you were a teenager, Tupac, Fifty, Snoop...to name the most classics.

The camera flashes were the only thing you saw, accompanied by many voices that stunned your ears just by hearing your name.

"Y/N! over here!" A reporter called you, without hesitation, you approached.

"Hey how are you?" you asked with a big smile.

"Incredible! How are you? I imagine you're very excited for tonight" he smiles.

"Don't even mention it! I can't wait to call the winner on stage!"

"Do you think Eminem is nominated? He's been on everyone's mouth lately with his latest song..."

Here we go.

"Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be nominated, I mean, he's fucking Eminem, it would be like a sin if he wasn't, right?" You laughed a little awkwardly.

"What do you think about his last song, about his comments towards you? 50% of people are upset calling Eminem a degenerate..." you didn't let him finish speaking.

"Well...I really like him, I mean, I've always been his fan and it's an honor to be named in one of his songs. Plus I also think that...we all know how he's like, if you don't like his way to be, to think, to speak, the lyrics of his songs, just don't listen to it and that's it, problem solved, I don’t see the point in hating so much on something you can just...ignore" you laugh looking at the camera "Just take things more lightly, not everything is fighting and bad intentions."

You finished your conversation with said reporter and simply headed to your designated seat.

On the other hand, a certain blonde boy was also being attacked with questions regarding his controversial lyrics.

"She's here? Shit, I want to see her," the blonde rapper said, showing a small, very small, smile, turning his head around with the intention of catching some sign of the hot pop singer, you.

"Yes! In fact she will be the one to present the award for best rap album!"

"No shit! Damn man she's here" Em turned around and said to his best friend, Proof.

In a few minutes everyone finished settling into their seats and you both were surprised when you looked at each other, just a few seats away.

You were five seats to the right and three to the back, so you caught him every time he turned his head back a little to look and smile at you.

Until, soon...your moment had arrived, you got up from your seat to head backstage.

By the way, when you walked past the rapper, he didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

"And the Grammy goes to..." you created some tension "EMINEN!" You blurted out the name more excited than you should have.

The rapper's reaction might not have been very expressive normally, but he couldn't contain his smile when he knew who would be the one giving to him his award. The rapper and his friends got on stage and it was inevitable that you felt nervous as you watched him walk towards you, with a playful look, as if he knew what he generated in you.

"Congratulations," you whispered when he was close enough to you, taking the grammy as you felt the soft brush of his fingers against yours, he did it on purpose.

You didn't expect him to give you a hug.

"That's all I get?" He whispered back to you, keeping your faces close and your noses touching, his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him as if he didn't want to move away from you.

A great bustle from the public was heard, and it took them both out of the small cloud in which they were.

This was definitely going to stir the waters.

You both walked away, while you greeted and congratulated the rest of his friends (Proof winking at you in the process).

"Wow, shit, this is crazy, thank you so much to everyone who made the production of this album possible, Dr Dre, who always had my back, I will be forever grateful...and my god, damn, thanks to whoever the fuck is that put this beauty in that dress..." he turned to look at you and winked "Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen, the source of my inspiration for Heat Seeker"

Obviously, you blushed.

The entire audience was applauding, probably already starting to gossip among themselves about the little show between you and Eminem.

Like a gentleman he offered you his hand as he watched you walk down the steps of the stage with great caution. "Thank you," you whispered. “Any time” he smiles at you.

´Til the end of the awards you continued to connect glances from time to time, you also noticed how his friends bothered him every time he turned his head to look at you.

"Hey, Y/N! wait!" listen to yourself behind your back. "Hey," you looked at him softly, "whats up?" He shook his head quickly. "I just wanted to…I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but, I wanted to make sure that the song didn't offend you, it wasn't to upset you…" You interrupted his attempt to apologies "Don't worry, I understand it was just the song, I didn't take it personally, actually, I loved it" you laughed. "You did? I'm glad you're not like the rest and laugh instead of being offended." His attempt to hide his smile failed completely.

It just slips away from him.

Just with you.

A few seconds of silence took over the situation, though it wasn't uncomfortable, your eyes connected and you didn't seem to realize that you had been staring at each other. "Uhm, I was about to go to my hotel," you pointed behind you, "I was gonna change for the afterparty."

"Can I go with you?" He asked you, but before you processed the fact that he wanted to go with you to your hotel, he interrupted your thoughts "I mean, just so then we can go to the party together, if you want" he scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't even need to think about it "Yeah, I would like that" you smiled.

The two of you walked together towards your limo, captured by several cameras, so neither of you doubted that tomorrow you would wake up to a bunch of articles about how Eminem and Y/N left the Grammy's together. But none of you care about it.

[666writingcafe]

Questions (NB 14A)

A Side Chapter That Takes Place During Diavolo and MC's Impromptu Vacation After The Kingsblood Crucible

Slight NSFW Content Warning

I should have known this was coming. We've pretty much exhausted all other topics of conversations during our time here at the villa. Still, I didn't expect him to broach the subject so...abruptly. We were simply sitting outside and watching the sunset when he glances over at me and states calmly,

"So, you've fucked my butler." I nearly choke on my drink.

"I-Is that a bad thing?" I ask, setting it on the table between us.

"Not necessarily. I just want to know how it happened. He's normally not one to indulge in such pleasures." I pull up my text conversation with Barbatos on my D.D.D. and show it to Diavolo. He gently takes the phone away from me as he reads that particular string of texts between the two of us. When he finishes, he hands the phone back to me.

"I didn't realize you were attracted to each other," he remarks.

"He's a nice-looking man."

"That's all?" I nervously swallow.

"Well...we've managed to bond over metal music in both timelines. In fact, it's what led to it happening the first time."

"Really?" I nod, proceeding to tell him about the events leading up to and after the Severa concert I went to with my version of Barbatos.

"I see," he responds once I'm finished. "The main reason that I asked is because I've noticed Barbatos growing more attached to you. His scent's grown a lot stronger since your arrival, to the point where it seems as though he's not trying as hard to hide it as he once did." He briefly pauses before adding,

"It's also beginning to overpower yours, which is a bit of a shame. You smell nice." Out of context, this would be very creepy, but I know his comment is innocent enough.

"Is he this territorial over you in your timeline?"

"Not usually," I answer. "He was pretty handsy before the concert, but I think that's only because he felt like he could get away with it in that context, if that makes sense." Diavolo nods his head.

"He likes keeping his professional life separate from his personal." We each take sips out of our drinks. "So, obviously Solomon and you are like an unofficial married couple, but what's your relationship like with the others? Is it similar to what you have with Barbatos, or do you merely see them as friends and colleagues?" I swallow nervously. Having the future king of the Devildom wanting to know this aspect of my life is nerve-racking, to say the least. Would he think less of me after this?

"Well...to put it simply, I'm a wee bit of a whore when it comes to them." Diavolo hums lightly in response.

"Wouldn't have pegged you as the type."

"I didn't use to be, but then the exchange program happened, and as I got to know everyone, feelings naturally began forming, and one thing led to another, resulting in me wanting to engage in those activities more and more often."

"Interesting. Is there anyone in particular that you feel the most drawn to?"

"There's three."

"Including Solomon?" I nod my head. "And the other two?"

"Well...there's Lucifer." Another hum, this one deeper and more drawn out. As if he's displeased.

"That's always been a bit of a sore subject between us," I tell him. "In fact, I think that's part of why we really didn't get along at first. I felt like you were taking advantage of him, and you thought that I was taking him away from you." Diavolo sighs.

"Lucifer...he means a lot to me. He's unlike anyone I've ever met, which makes me all the more attracted to him. But even if I'm successful in implementing my goal of uniting the three realms, I doubt there would ever come a time where I'd..." He trails off, appearing to collect his thoughts.

"At the end of the day, I have to consider who'd be fit to rule by my side, and even if I didn't have to abide by tradition, I just don't think he has it in him to be able to do it successfully." Well, this is interesting. I was under the impression that he'd marry Lucifer in a heartbeat if he could. He certainly acted that way in my timeline.

"You seem confused," Diavolo observes. "Is the relationship I have with Lucifer that much different where you come from?"

"In a word, yes." He sighs again.

"The biggest problem is the mark. Its influence is making him act increasingly subservient towards me, and I want my future partner to feel like they're equal to me. If I'm being stupid, I'd want someone to tell me that and help me change my behavior. That wouldn't be possible if I'm constantly surrounded by yes men.

"As it is, it's difficult to find objective people. They're either too afraid or too enamored to stand up to me. My father used that to his advantage. I won't make that same mistake."

"I see." I'm a bit surprised that he's being so open about all this. I mean, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone, not even when I get back home, but still. My Diavolo and I have never been able to get this close. We've had deep conversations, sure, but never about this.

"So, Solomon and Lucifer. Who's number three?" I find myself hesitating to answer. It's not that I don't want to; I'm simply too nervous about his potential reaction to be able to form words.

"It's okay, MC. Just move your head. Sound good?" I nod.

"Is it a member of royalty?" Nod.

"Is it someone from the House of Lords?" Shake.

"Is it one of their servants?" A confused shake.

"We generally treat them as part of the royal family," he explains. "After all, they help ensure that things run smoothly for us." Nod.

"Is it someone that I'd know?"

"Kind of?" Oh, so now my mouth decides to work. Diavolo tilts his head and studies me. A couple minutes later, he gets up from his chair and walks over to me. Leaning over me, he gently lifts my chin up so that I'm looking directly into his eyes.

"Is it me?" His voice is much huskier than it was before, making my heart begin racing. I'm afraid to tell him the truth, but I also know that he's going to see right through whatever lie I tell him.

Might as well be honest with him. It'd be better than the alternative.

"Yes." He smiles softly.

"Good."

Good?

Diavolo's lips touch mine, causing my brain to shut off momentarily. He's pleasantly warm. Makes me all tingly inside.

Even though the kiss doesn't last very long, I still find myself slightly out of breath when he pulls away.

"Strange," he whispers, taking a step back to give me space.

"What?"

"I thought that would have satisfied my curiosity, but I..." Is he getting nervous?

"You were curious about me?" He nods.

"After I first told you about my trial, I had a vision. It appeared as a brief flash of color at first, but when I was able to focus on it, it showed you and me sitting beside each other on thrones. Your behavior at the Kingsblood Crucible proved to me that you'd be more than capable of ruling alongside me, but then I began wondering how we'd even get to that point in the first place. If the House of Lords didn't like me allowing the seven brothers to live here, then in what world would they accept me marrying a human?"

"That hasn't stopped you from broaching the subject before."

"I figured as much, but I still wanted to know why."

"And?" Diavolo takes a deep breath.

"You taste ridiculously sweet. It's awoken something in me, and I find myself wanting more. In fact, it's making it increasingly harder to concentrate on anything else."

Oh. Is this how the others feel about me? It'd certainly explain some of their behavior towards me; I'm like a drug to them. Whether it's due to my powers, my ancestry, or something else entirely, I'm not sure.

But that's not really that important right now.

"Do you want me to enable you, or stop you?" I ask Diavolo.

"I...I don't know." A blush develops on his face, and he suddenly seems unable to look at me. I'm not used to seeing this side of the prince, but I can't say I mind it. It's rather adorable.

"Do you trust me enough to make the decision for you?" He nervously swallows before nodding his head, and I get up from my chair and stand in front of him. Standing on the tips of my toes makes me just tall enough for me to kiss Diavolo.

The next thing I know, I'm sitting in his lap as we practically devour each other. At least that's something that stays consistent across time and space.

I'm sure both of us are going to be littered with marks by the time we're done.

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr, @tenkobitch, @interconnectedmatrix

[lullydoesstuff]

- TOP DYSTOPIAN BOOKS -

Well, since I want to use this blog for personal stuff too and not just for requests or stuff concerning my MANY Demon Slayer AUs, here we are talking about some of my favourite books ever.

I love dystopian ones so these three will be very hard-core, I love the Hunger Games, I love Maze Runner, I love 1984 but these three just hit different.

Let's not lose time and let's begin!

3 - Tender is the Flesh (Augustina Bazterrica)

I decided to start with a book that has arrived in my country just this year, I didn't know about it before and I'm so glad I red it, even if it really disturbed me... do you know what the Promised Neverland is? Well, take it but make it Supersayan. And this is the less disturbing one here.

Plot: Marcos works in the meat industry, he always did but recently a virus started spreading, and animals couldn't be edible anymore so what does the government do? They start searching for vegan replacements? NO! They legalize cannibalism. Marcos has a troubled life, his father has gone mad since this "transition" from animal meat to human meat and his wife left him after they lost their son. He works in the meat industry but he swears to himself that he's not like the others, because he doesn't eat meat.

I know what you're thinking, "but this is a book to bring people close to veganism, it's the whole point"... no, congratulations, you didn't understand ANYTHING. This book is way more complex, this because it's about the line that divides humanization/objectification, and this will be a recurring theme in this post.

This book is full of gore (what did you expect?), graphic descriptions, violence, sexual violence so I don't know if I recommend this book to everyone, it's very short but be aware of this if you decide to read it. In any case, the plot is very interesting and it's very well written.

2 - The Handmaid's Tale (Margaret Atwood)

I'm sure many of you have seen the TV series, I've seen it too and it's one of the few cases I say that the series is better than the book, maybe because the series has a more modern setting and so I can actually be terrified by it.

Plot: the world has been almost destroyed by wars and this caused the birth to decrease to 0, and what happens in America? After a coup a new government is instituted... a totalitarian theocracy where religious confessions that aren't Christianity are banned, let's fucking go, this new country's name is Gilead. In this new world women have an only job: being literal baby machines given to rich families to have children.

This is so damn disturbing because, the insemination thing is wild, the man reads a Bible verse from Genesis, and then he just... does it. It's gross, go check for yourselves, human butchering was nothing compared to this.

We follow June, an Handmaid and we just see how things work in this new... amazing... world... I guess.

1 - Unwind (Neal Shusterman)

This deserves the first place, I've never stopped reading a book I loved because it disturbed me too much. I wanted to support the author, he's very good, so I bought all the other books from the Unwind distology... but I finished the first one and never red the second one, please tell me in the comments if it isn't as disturbing as the first one so I can give it a chance or not.

Plot: in the USA a second civil war is fought, but that's not a war where you shoot people from aontoher country to conquer it, or to oppose the government (well... kinda), it's about reproductive rights, many discussions, many things but in the end people decree that you can't abort in any case (*Lully already screaming and tearing off her hair*) BUT you can... well... Unwind your child if you don't want them anymore. But just when he's from 13 to 18.

What does unwind mean? Basically you give your unwanted child to some clinics that literally vivisection them (yes, the person is awake during the process BY LAW) and give thier organs to people that need transplants.

Now you can easily understand why this is the number 1 in this list, it's the destructive combo between "Tender is The Flash" and "the Handmaid's Tale".

We'll follow the story of Risa, Connor and Levi (and this last one oh my God, I wanted to punch his family so bad), escaping their fate of being unwind.

And yes, that scene comes, yes, you will see a vivisection, and yes... you will feel physically sick and need to throw up after, you'll probably have nightmares and life crisis. Also because... the unwind isn't exactly one of the "good guys".

Ah, dear pro-life people that care about a bunch of unborn cells and can't distinguish a human embryo from a dolphin embryo... Read this book, then change your mind about other people's body and take choices just for yours, because it seems we're going back and not aiming foward as we should.

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 31

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"Keys, wallet, water bottle, notebook, pens, tissues… I think I have it all."

"Are you sure?" Silvia says.

"I… Shit" I say when I see her holding my phone.

"I've never seen you this nervous on a first day before. Not even on your very first day."

"Yeah, well… Back then I wasn't dating someone famous and the whole world knew about it" I sigh. Because now everyone knows. 

A few days after the photos in Tenerife were published, someone started to share details about me, sending them to magazines and fan accounts. People now knew my full name, what I had studied and where, what I did for a living, some of my hobbies… And, of course, my age. That had made things escalate quickly, the word cougar being thrown right and left. Though the comments that were hurting me the most, were the ones saying that I should not be teaching kids when I am dating someone so young.

"You aren't doing anything wrong, Val" Silvia says, taking my hand on hers.

"I know, but… I already got some weird looks from other teachers the other day. And I know that the moment the parents see me, they'll start gossiping."

"Then let them. You've been dating Pedri for three years already while teaching their kids, and they all have loved you and said you are amazing. Now because they know who you sleep with you suddenly are a bad teacher? C'mon…"

"People are like that, Silvia…"

"Stupid, that's what they are."

"A bit, yeah" I chuckle. "Anyway, I better go."

"Good luck, Val" she smiles.

"Thank you" I reply, walking towards the door. "Holy mother of Jesus!" I yell when I open it.

"Morning, gorgeous" Pedri smiles.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm driving you to work."

"What?"

"I wanted to be there on your first day."

"Did you know about this?" I say, turning to look at Silvia.

"I… Maybe?" she replies. "It was supposed to be a surprise."

"Oh, you have definitely surprised me. And given me a heart attack too."

"You opened when I was about to ring. But will this make you feel better?" he says, showing me the bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back.

"It's a start…"

"I can do other things to make you feel better, but we don't want to be late" Pedri smirks.

"Idiot" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Should we go, then?" he says.

"Yeah, let's go."

"And Val…" Silvia says. "Haters gonna hate."

"Did you just quote Taylor Swift?" I laugh.

"She's right, so" she shrugs. 

"Maybe we should listen to that song in the car" Pedri offers.

"No."

"Ok, ok. You are kinda scary when you use that tone" he laughs. "Bye, Silvia."

"Bye, guys!" 

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"It's time" I sigh, picking up my bag and the flowers.

"Everything will be ok, Val."

"It will, yes" I say, trying to convince myself.

"Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?" Pedri says, caressing my cheek.

"I'm not sure…"

"Well, I am doing it now. I am so proud of you, Val. What you teachers do is amazing and people should show you more respect."

"Aww, Pepi."

"It's the truth" he shrugs. "Now go there and show those kids how good you are."

"That sounds like what Xavi tells you before a game" I chuckle.

"It does, doesn't it?" he laughs. "But, again, it is the truth. You are amazing, Val."

"And you are gonna make me cry" I say, hitting his arm.

"Sorry" he smiles. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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"Val! Good morning!"

"Good morning, Beth" I smile.

"The flowers arrived earlier today, uh?" she says, nodding towards the bouquet in my hands.

"And that was him, wasn't it?" Luis says. "He has a really nice car."

"Did he drive you to work?"

"He did, yes. He wanted to be with me on my first day" I say with a shy smile.

"That is so cute."

"I always drive you to work" Luis says.

"Yeah, but because we live together" Beth replies, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, let's go. We can't be late on our first day, can we?"

"We cannot, no" Luis sighs.

As we walk towards the school, many parents turn to look at us. I can see them whispering, nodding, and even pointing towards me. The moment we walk past them they say good morning with their best smile, but then the whispers are back.

"He probably bought her those flowers."

"And she's brought them so we all can see them."

"Her bag looks new. And expensive. I'm sure he bought it for her."

"Watch her start dressing like the other wags. No more Zara for Miss Valeria."

"She should be ashamed of herself. Dating someone so young…"

"Val, hey. Valeria" Beth says, linking her arm with mine. "Ignore them. They are just bored and jealous."

"Exactly. We know you and support you" Luis says to my other side.

"Thank you" I reply, trying to smile and focus on them, on my friends. Though it won't be easy…

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How did it go? 

Ok

Ok? What does it mean?

It means that it was ok

Val, what happened?

Nothing  The kids are great One of them was wearing your shirt and came to show me with the biggest smile And then he asked me if I could get him your autograph

Cheeky 😂

What did you tell him?

That I would depending on how well he behaved and his grades Same to everyone else

Great motivation 😅

But if it was ok, why are you… off?

I'm not off

Val, I can feel it and we are just texting while being kilometres away

What happened?

Nothing

Val… what did we promise each other?

No more secrets

Ok, fine It was the parents They kept whispering and gossiping as I walked past them It was very uncomfortable, they were making me feel as if I had done something bad

But you haven't

I know, but… It doesn't matter

Val…

It doesn't It was just the first day, the novelty In a few days they will have moved on into something else Like a parent having a fling with another or whatever

Val, are you sure you are ok?

Do you want to facetime?

I'm fine, Pedri I'm going to bed already, I'm shattered  And so should you, you have a game tomorrow

If I don't sleep well and play badly we'll probably lose.

Yes, but I don't want you to lose because you were shit I want you to lose because the others suck

Always so thoughtful 😂

😇😇

But Val…

What now 🙄

I love you 🤍

I love you too 🤍

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"I can't fucking believe it."

"What happened?" Silvia asks me.

"Isabel, I mean, “the mole”, just shared more photos" I sigh.

"What? How? I thought you had deactivated all your accounts."

"I did. But she must have download the photos or something."

"That is so fucked up, Val… Has the people Barça hired said something?"

"That whoever this person is, they are uploading and sending the photos using public WiFi signals and fake emails. That they know what they are doing."

"And do you really think Isabel is capable of doing all that?"

"She hates me, Silvia. She's capable of that and more." 

"Yeah, but… The teenagers are nuts" she says. "They could have hacked someone's account or something and be the ones doing this."

"It has been Isabel since the beginning. What has been shared about me are things only someone who actually knows me and has done it for years can know, and she had access to all my photos through Marc's accounts. It is her." 

"What are you going to do? Because this can't keep going on, and if they aren't able to catch her…"

"I don't know" I sigh. "And that must be my car" I say when my phone pings.

"Val, maybe you shouldn't go to today's game."

"I have to, Silvia. They are playing against Manchester United, Ferran is back, and he's gonna introduce us to his girlfriend. I can't miss it."

"But Val…"

"I have to go" I say, getting up from the sofa and leaving before she can keep talking, taking deep breaths on the lift to calm myself down. Which is what I've been doing the most these past couple of months. Take deep breaths, and cry.

At the school things have calmed down. After just a week, what I had told Pedri would happen became a reality and they moved on into a new piece of gossip, though I still get some disapproving looks. Online, it is a different story.

Most fans are ok with me dating Pedri or don't care. The only thing that matters to them is if he is happy or not, and they can see that he is. But there are others who don't share that sentiment and who are ruthless, constantly overanalyzing every photo of us or just me alone that they find, calling me the most awful and mean nicknames they can think of. 

A couple of weeks ago, someone started to send them photos of Pedri and I together or from when I was at uni and in high school, private photos I had on Instagram and Facebook and that only my friends and family were supposed to see. And, of course, the mean comments didn't slow down. They only got more and more disgusting.

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"Val, hi!" Ter Stegen's wife, Dani, says while waving at me.

"Hi" I smile.

"How are you? Ready for tonight's game?"

"Ready" I say, sitting down. 

Before the season started I promised Pedri that I would watch him play with the other girlfriends and wives, that there will be no more getting tickets all around the stadium. And so far, I had managed to do it, Dani helping me to not feel so out of place. Though with the comments she and the others would get every time they would post a photo where you could see me, the only thing that helped was ignoring or blocking. 

"It feels a bit weird to see Ferran on the other team, doesn't it?" Dani says.

"It does… ouch" I complain when something hits my head.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I guess someone lost their bottle's lid" I say, looking up.

"At least it was just that and not water. Or worse, beer. I saw that happen in Germany to a friend of mine."

"Oh my God."

"Yep" she laughs.

"Cougar!" someone shouts behind us.

"What the fuck" Dani says, turning around. 

"Ignore them."

"What? They are insulting you, Val."

"They just want attention. The best we can do is ignore them."

"But…"

"Please, Dani. Let's focus on the game."

"Ok, fine. We'll do as you say."

But the insults don't stop. The girls sitting a few rows behind us spend the first half of the game calling me names, making fun of me and throwing me popcorn.

"We should tell security, Val. This is not ok."

"And end up all over the internet like happened years ago? Hell no."

"But you would only be defending yourself from some bullies!"

"Dani, let it go."

"And if I go talk to them? Maybe they will listen to me."

"No, no, no. I don't want you getting involved."

"Val, you are my friend. I can't just sit and do nothing while two stupid teenagers keep insulting you."

"Dani, please" I beg her.

"Urgh, fine. You are looking at me the same way my kids do and I can't say no to that."

"Thank you" I say, trying to smile. And I say trying because a ball of paper just hit my head, the girls laughing like crazy.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Hello" Pedri smiles, walking towards me.

"Hi."

"Ready to meet Ferran and… Val, what happened?" he says, throwing his bag next to his car and cupping my face while giving me a concerned look. 

"Nothing" I shrug.

"Val, you've been crying."

"No."

"Valeria…" he sighs.

"It's nothing."

"If it has made you cry, it definitely is something. Talk to me."

"But what about Ferran? He probably is waiting for us, the team must be leaving soon and…"

"Don't worry about him now. Tell me what happened."

"It's… it's nothing, really."

"Please, Val. I hate seeing you like this" Pedri says, the way he is looking at me breaking my heart.

"There were a couple of girls sitting behind us, and they…"

"They what?"

"They spent the whole game insulting me and throwing me popcorn."

"And didn't security do anything?"

"Dani wanted to call them, but I didn't let her."

"You didn't? Why?"

"Because I didn't want to make another scene, and those girls only wanted attention."

"They were bullying you, Val. And they made you cry. Because they are the reason why you were crying, weren't they?"

"Yes" I nod. "When the game ended we walked past them and they… they…"

"They what?"

"They were basically calling me a whore" I say, starting to cry again.

"See why you should have told security about them?" Pedri says, raising his voice.

"That would have only made things worse and you know it."

"What I know is that this can't keep happening, Val. It can't! I'm gonna speak with my team, the club and whoever is necessary and put an end to this."

"Pedri…"

"No! I'm not gonna allow my so called fans to keep bullying the woman I love. Enough is enough!" he says. I think I had never seen him this angry before.

"Please don't say anything. Please" I cry.

"What? Are you out of our mind, Val?"

"If you say something it will only get worse. And I… I won't be able to deal with that. Please let it go, Pedri. Please."

"Val…"

"Please" I beg him, hugging him as tightly as I can while crying on his shoulder. "Please."

"I… fine" he sighs. "But if it happens again, you will let me do something. We are done looking the other way, ok?"

"Ok" I say, still not letting go of him, feeling like he is the only thing keeping me from truly breaking apart.

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The Umbrella Academy Final Season: My Version

Part Twelve: The Reunion

Overview: Klaus encounters a familiar face on a rescue mission, as the others arrive at Hargreeves mansion to confront the old man. TW: gore, ghosts, mentions of sexy times, i think thats it, tell me in the comments if i missed anything! Pairings: Klaus × Dave A/N: oh my god i finally finished this one yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

When Vanya, Allison, and Luther got out of the car outside the Hargreeves mansion, they found themselves hesitating,

"Are we really doing this?" Luther asked the other two.

"Yeah," Viktor replied. "Yeah, we are."

"Hold on," Luther said with narrowed, concerned eyes. "Why are you so in this? You hate Dad. Yet, here you are first in line to see him."

"I'm stuck, okay?" he answered softly. "I'm stuck in an endless argument with him in my head. And I feel like... like the only way I can move forward is if I finally say my piece to him. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah," Luther said.

"Just a friendly reminder to the group," Allison spoke up. "The last time you spoke your piece to him, he murdered you."

"I can defend myself now," he said firmly. "Will we able to make it past the front door, though?"

"Well, if civility doesn't work, I'll just rumor their brains all over the wall," Allison said. "Let's go."

As they approached the guards standing outside, a man came forward, looking burly and ominous. "May I help you?"

"Yeah, you can run inside and tell Reggie we're coming in whether he likes it or not," Allison said, hostility evident in her voice.

All three of them waited, relaxed but alert, as the tension built up. The man took off his sunglasses and gave Allison a polite smile.

"Of course, Ms. Hargreeves. Welcome," he said unexpectedly. "We've been expecting you."

Then his eyes flitted to Luther and Viktor as he said, "Luther. Viktor. I'll escort you inside the house. This way, please."

They followed him inside, looking around at the white all around. Some tune was played on a violin, and Viktor's ears perked up. All three looked at the front to find a woman playing it, looking immaculately graceful.

Just as the tune picked up speed, she stopped.

"What a pleasure to finally put faces to names," the woman said.

She carefully kept aside the violin and its bow before turning back to look at them.

"You must be Allison," she said, coming forward to squeeze her arms. "I've heard so much about you."

All of them gave her confused glances as she turned to Luther.

"Luther... my little space boy," she said as Luther's eyes widened a bit. "I finally get a chance to properly thank you for watching over me on the moon."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked immediately.

But, she ignored the question to turn to Viktor with a smile. "Dear Viktor. I understand we share a passion for the violin."

"It's more of a love-hate thing for me, but..." he trailed off, not knowing how to respond.

After a deep sigh, the woman said, "Come. Come, sit."

They looked at each other as the woman got up to put her instrument at its rightful place, before they went ahead and sat.

"Is, uh, Reggie home?" Viktor asked.

"I'm sure he's puttering around somewhere. Let's us get to know each other a bit first. I'm Abigail, by the way."

They all gave her polite smiles and she pointed towards the food, encouraging them to eat. "Go ahead. Don't be shy. The chef will be cross if you don't."

Meanwhile, Klaus was groaning about his legs again.

"Benjamin," he dragged out. "Why can't we wait for a car to pass or something?"

"We don't have time for that," Ben replied, shuffling forward despite the pain in his ankles. "She's not safe."

"Fine, then at least let's hotwire a car," Klaus said, noticing the slight limp in his legs. "You're about an hour away from your legs going numb, and not in the good way, Ben."

"Shh. We're here," he whispered, suddenly crouching down to peering over a bush. "Look, I can see her."

Klaus looked at where he was pointing, seeing a woman sitting at the window in a room on the upper floor. But the real problem was the guards with big guns standing on the ground outside.

"Okay, you take the guards, I'll sneak in and get her out?" Klaus suggested.

Ben grinned at him and let his tentacles out walking out, startling the people.

Klaus watched as Ben killed and thrashed many people, waiting for all of them to be distracted. Then, he slowly sneaked in, running into the house and looking for the stairs.

Where have all the good men gone

And where are all the gods?

Where's the streetwise Hercules

To fight the rising odds?

But, there were people inside the house too. They had revolvers, not submachine guns, but it was still just as lethal. He thrust both his hands out, summoning ghosts without a problem and setting them on the men and women.

Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?

Late at night, I toss and I turn

And I dream of what I need

He went up the stairs with a giggle as chaos reigned, ghosts having a field day with so many people to kill. Some ghosts were looking on horrified, while some were laughing and cheering, there were bets going on too, on who was going to go after who.

And at any other time, Klaus would stay to watch and enjoy with them. But, he was busy, he had a mission to do.

He'd hated missions back in the day. He'd always been high and useless. But now, with the power of the dead and more importantly, the power of sobriety on his side, he felt more powerful than the short bursts of control that he had many years ago.

He walked calmly and carefully down the hallway, hoping the room that Jennifer was in was here somewhere. And he did find it. But, he also found a familiar face standing outside, with his revolver out.

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

"What the fuck...?" the man said, blinking at the man standing beside him. He was the man of his dreams. Scratch that, he was the man in his dreams.

Klaus was just as surprised to see the man who was the love of his life. The only person that he cared for and loved more than himself.

"Dave," he said softly and saw the other's eyes widen.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, regaining his composure and pointing his revolver at him again.

"Dave, I..." Klaus was going to try to make him remember but then realized that for him, there was probably nothing to remember.

In this timeline, it was Klaus and Dave's first meeting.

"Okay, okay, look," Klaus said, raising his hands in surrender as he tried to think of something that would convince him to not kill him but also make him come with him. "Um, these people? They're crazy, okay? All they do is lie and deceive. So, how about you join hands with me?"

Dave scoffed, even if his heart raced at his voice. He wanted to believe this guy.

"You're the one lying right now, pal," he said. Dave knew what his name was. He'd had enough dreams about him to know almost everything about him. But he didn't wanna get his hopes up.

"Look, I'm not, okay?" Klaus said, desperation lacing his voice. "Dave, please. Just listen to me. Just trust me."

The last three words sent a shiver down Dave's spine. They were the words that were uttered by him at their first kiss in his dream. Their first time was also prefaced by the same three words. He had a whole love story with this man in his dream and those words were the crux of it.

He hesitated, and Klaus waited for his decision. Then Dave lifted the gun, and Klaus closed his eyes for the incoming shot.

I need a hero (BANG!)

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light

He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon

And he's gotta be larger than life

Larger than life

The bullet whistled past his left ear and hit a man behind him. Klaus opened his eyes and looked at Dave, who was still a bit skeptical, but willing to join hands.

Immediately after, he opened the door, making Jennifer jump.

"Come on," Dave urged.

She went with them both as Klaus rejoiced internally. Dave pushed them both behind him, holding the gun steadily in his hand. But at encountering the corpses downstairs, he turned back with a stunned expression.

"Did you do all that?" he asked.

Klaus shrugged, sending the ghosts away with a swish of his hand behind his back. Ben entered through the door, looking clean for the most part. Dave raised his gun again as Ben stopped with a confused look.

"He's with me," Klaus yelled out, so that the two didn't attack each other.

"What? Klaus, he's with them," Ben pointed out.

"No, he isn't," Klaus interjected. "He's agreed to help us."

"What if he's just acting?"

"He's not, alright, now can we go? Lonnie the llama is tired of blocking the door of the lunatics' room."

They all ran out, Jennifer's hand in Ben's and Dave's in Klaus's.

Back in the Hargreeves house, all four of them were sitting in awkward silence, trying their hands at small talk.

"Must be quite cold in Canada," Abigail said.

"I mean... yeah. It can be," Viktor floundered. "The summers can be quite pleasant."

"And Luther, what about you?" she asked. "What do you do?"

"I, uh, I work in a science museum," Luther answered after gulping down the tea. "I show them around, teach them stuff and all that."

"Oh, how wonderful!" Abigail regaled. "You've all done so well for yourselves. No thanks to your father, I might add."

"I heard that!" Reginald's voice boomed from behind the elder woman. "My chief of security informs me that the tiny hamlet of New Grumpson, Maine, is still smoldering in the wake of your colossal ineptitude."

The big words made the kids roll their eyes as Reginald leaned in to give Abigail a peck on her cheek.

"Reggie, darling, please," Abigail said soothingly, trying to calm him down.

"Tell me everything I want to know now or suffer the consequences," he said, sounding pretty non-threatening.

Viktor's eyes beamed orange as she got up, her power getting activated, "You first!"

Allison squeezed his arm, encouraging him to sit back down and relax.

"Ah, so it's true," Reginald declared. "I suspected you couldn't have done all that damage au naturel. But how?"

"Reggie. Enough," Abigail warned. "Is this really how you treat our guests? Threats and interrogations? Now, sit down, and we'll have a conversation like a civilized species."

"Guess we know who wears the monocle in this relationship," Allison murmured, making Viktor and Luther snicker under their breaths.

They both sat down as Reginald heaved a sigh.

"Tea, darling?" Abigail inquired followed by a, "No, thank you, darling," by Reginald.

"Now, if I may be so bold as to ask," Reginald started. "How did you regain your powers? Why did you destroy the town of New Grumpson? And... what have you done with the girl?"

"Well, it's kind of a long story, but it all started with these cult leaders named Gene and Jean Thibedeau," Luther said, thinking that he might be the one behind the Keepers as well.

"I'm unfamiliar with those names," Reginald said.

"You know what, the real question, is why you would build an entire town to hold a girl prisoner?" Allison asked.

"Her name is Jennifer," Reginald corrected. "And I wasn't holding her prisoner. I was protecting her."

"Protecting her from what?" Viktor demanded.

"From you, naturally," the elder man replied plainly.

"So, she is one of us," Allison said with a scoff.

"I'm afraid not. She's nothing like you. In fact, she's your complete opposite in every way imaginable. And, she has more power than all of you put together."

"Hey!" A guard yelled out as the door opened and closed.

Diego, Lila, Five, and Clementine came inside.

Diego held up a file in his hand and announced, "We need to talk about Ben."

He explained everything to the group, while pointing at the file.

"It's mostly redacted, though," he finished, handing the file to Allison's outstretched hand.

"Oh, great, so we can't read it or see it," Allison said sarcastically, opening it anyway.

"From what I can tell, this document is from our original timeline," Five explicated. "It explains how Ben died. It refers to it as the 'Jennifer incident'."

"But we already know how Ben died," Luther intervened.

"Okay, then. Tell us," Five demanded.

"Well, it was a tragic accident. Ben, our Ben, died because we failed as a team. Nobody was responsible, and..."

Luther trailed off as his face twisted into a perplexed one.

"And what?" Five asked. Then, he turned to his sister. "Allison, how did Ben die?"

"It was a tragic accident," she said, mirroring Luther's words. "Ben died because we-"

"Failed as a team," Luther joined in.

"Nobody was responsible, yet we were all responsible," Diego, Allison and Luther said together. "Ben Hargreeves represented the best of us. Ben was the Umbrella Academy."

They all finished the lines with confused and scared faces, not being able to understand what Five confirmed.

"What kind of sick party trick is this?" Lila asked Reginald.

"Okay, can any one of you remember how Ben actually died?" Five asked. "Anything?"

"Well, I wasn't there," Viktor said.

"Well, neither was I, but the rest of you were," Five explained as Luther, Allison, and Diego tried to recall the mission. "You think you'd remember something about the death of your beloved brother, but you don't."

"What the hell is going on here?" Luther asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Five asked plainly, turning to Reginald. "Someone's been playing putty with your hippocampus."

"Messing with our memories," Diego concluded.

"As fascinating as this may be, I assure you I haven't the foggiest notion of what this is about," Reginald said.

"You know something, old man," Diego said, walking over to his chair and standing beside Lila.

"You are speculating about the actions of a completely different version of myself from a completely different timeline! That said, it does sound like something I might do."

All of them sighed insufferably at the response, as they fought the urge to strangle the man.

"There may or may not have been a certain clandestine project with a certain clandestine intelligence agency," he narrated.

"Human experiments on the mind," Clementine speculated.

"I should have known," Five murmured.

"Psychological warfare was all the rage in the 60s. But it was only a brief contract. Immensely lucrative."

"So, you can erase memories?" Luther asked incredulously.

"With the human mind, anything is possible, young man," Reginald said proudly.

"If you can erase them, you can restore them, right?" Lila asked.

"With the proper technology," Reginald replied.

"Which you have?"

"Naturally," he affirmed. "I'm sure it's in this building somewhere."

"All right, old man," Five said. "You're gonna put 'em back. Each and every memory that has to do with Ben's death. Because, if you erased the Jennifer incident, that means there was something important enough that you'd take the time to get rid of it."

"I will do no such thing!" Reginald burst out. "We need to track down the girl before it's too late."

"Reggie, please," Abigail interrupted.

"Darling, this is messy work. It could take hours, days."

"Whatever chain of events has been set in motion is ultimately your handiwork. Whatever timeline it happened in, help them. Please."

Her words seemed to do the trick, because he looked at all of them with a defeated sigh.

"Well, then. Let's get on with it, I suppose."

Another A/N: Hello, hello, yes im alive, thank you. This is mostly dedicated to the person who craved the new chapter but its also dedicated to those who waited patiently for it, yall are the real ones. I recently joined uni, my classes are abt to start next week maybe? so thats why i havent been able to post much but now im hoping i get back to it. TUA taglist: @auxiliarydetective @alwayslatetothefandoms (tell me if you wanna be added!) Thanks for reading!!! Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!!

[totally-italy]

Honestly, I'm hyped to find another Just Add Magic fan on here, it's one of my face obscure shows, and if you don't really mind, I'd like to rant about the parallels between the original protectors and the main three.

At first glance, the parallels seem obvious. Kelly parallels her grandmother, Hannah Miss Silvers and , although it doesn't match up with the other two, Mama P with Darbie.

However, looking at the shows events more deeply showcases a more subversive take.

First off, I think that Miss Silvers parallels Darbie.

Despite how different the two seem, they are both very passionate about an art, Darbie with theatre and Miss Silvers with piano. They both share the magic with a non protector friend, although in Miss Silvers case, it backfired. They both have a high amount of empathy, and both of them scream neurodivergent to me Darbie with ADHD and Miss Silvers with autism. They also seem more likely to use the magic for 'frivolous' things, it's a novelty to them.

Next up, Hannah and Becky, Kelly's grandmother. They both care strongly about their friendships, and are cautious with the magic as opposed to the others, who use it as a means to an end, or as a fun way to make life simpler. They both are used by Chuck to bring back his sister Rose, even though he was successful with Becky and not Hannah. They both care deeply about thier friends and family, to the point where they sacrifice their own well being.

And my personal favourite: Mama P and Kelly.

At first, Kelly seems like the typical leader character stereotype, but it's later shown that she is the most morally grey of the group. She will do anything, literally anything, to achieve her goals. She's marginally obsessed with magic, and although she cares about only a few people, she would kill for them. Sound familiar? Mama P matches that description, although her and Kelly have different goals, they show ambition throughout the show. Also, when chuck arrived first, during the OCs protectership, he targeted Mama Ps father. When he returned, he targets Kelly's father.

They have one track minds, and can't quite seem to grasp the consequences of their actions entirely.

Okay lol sorry about how long this was, I've been rotating it in my head for a while

Hank you for reading if you did!

Oh my gods, I actually had to start writing this comment before reading the entire ask, but I absolutely agree with your point about neurodivergence, particularly with Darbie, because she gives me such ADHD vibes and, as I was re-watching it this time, I honestly really felt that she mirrors some of my own experiences as a self-diagnosed ADHDer. Also, though I don't know if I actually thought about it as deeply, I really do think that Miss Silvers is autistic and I thank you for bringing it to my attention!

Also, I really agree with what you were saying about Kelly and Mama P because, though I think Kelly she be cut some slack due to her youth and her being literally poisoned by the magic, she is very similar to Mama P and I don't think it is a coincidence that Mama P particularly wanted to teach Kelly. Also, considering how close Kelly is with her grandmother, I think it also makes sense that Mama P would try to manipulate her (and actually succeeded) with regards to the Pluot Festival.

I feel like the connection between Hannah and Becky is a little bit more obscure, but it is definitely accurate, particularly if you consider the fact that, in Season 1, Hannah covered for Kelly but then snitched on her, and Becky did the same thing in the last season, after finding Kelly's earrings. Also, though I don't agree with Becky trying to get rid of the book and I don't feel like Hannah would have done the same, she clearly does demonstrates the same unwillingness for her own friendships to deteriorate and tries to serve as the mediator a lot.

On the other hand, if you remember the first episode in which they created the bitter truth truffles, wherein Darbie and Hannah admitted that they probably wouldn't be friends if it weren't for Kelly, I think that in itself does create a link between Kelly and her own grandmother, since both originally serve as links between their friends.

I honestly really agree with pretty much everything that you said, though I don't think I had actually ever thought about it that deeply, so thank you for allowing me to analyse it further and for sharing your own perspective on it!

For the record, you absolutely do not have to apologise and I have actually made way longer posts than that before (namely my 1347 word rant about Greek Mythology).

If I might ask, have you seen Mystery City and, if so, what do you think about it? Also, have you ever seen Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra?

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Soul Eater NOT - part 5 (MAJOR SPOILERS)

Ox, Kim, and Jackie. This felt like a combination of providing neat backstory that did in fact feel valuable, but also frankly a bit of the author living out his lesbian teen fetishes. Let's start with the positives, which are many!

Of the many reasons a person should read the Soul Eater manga canon, Ox Ford is one of them. In the anime he's played more for laughs, but in the manga we get to see his depth (which I won't go into here since this is about NOT). This depth is elaborated on in NOT. But we have to back up first to Kim...

Kim is shown to have arrived at the academy with long gorgeous hair, sailor suit, and sweet disposition that gained her instant popularity. Even a major fan club! But trying to avoid attention, she cut off all her hair and became a bully. She manipulates people and steals from them on the regular, the reason being to try to keep everyone at arm's length so she can keep her secret (she's a witch with healing powers).

Back to Ox... He is just as devoted to her as in SE, and he works extra jobs to earn back the money she steals and return it to her victims in secret! And he tells these people not to hold it against Kim, that she's really a good person and there's gotta be something else going on. Ox Ford, you wonderful human... Anyone who has only seen the anime may find this strange, but once you read the SE manga which gives him a LOT of attention and character development of his own apart from Kim, and you see that all of this is fully in line with the fantastic character he is.

Now we come to Jackie... Poor, confused girl. Presented entirely differently from the spitfire she is in the SE manga. Here, she's a conservatively dressed, straight-edged, rule-following girl and she's already in the EAT class, while Kim is in the NOT class. Her journey is all about wanting to be partnered with Kim, and wondering why she's so fixated on this. Is it love? Is it protectiveness? Is it simply one of those things that's meant to be? Soulmates, as it were.

The long and short of it is, Jackie spots Kim using her witch powers to heal an injured dog. Kim confesses everything, and Jackie agrees to keep her secret if they're partners. It's all very soft and not at all blackmail... And Jackie concludes that protectiveness and a heart for the underdog is her motive for wanting to be Kim's partner. Later in the manga, Kim denounces the partnership but still hangs out with Jackie, which Jackie teases her about. A hinting at deeper feelings?

Comment - overall I really enjoy this bit of backstory, except I think there were a few missteps.

With what we see of Kim's desperation to hide her witch side in SE canon to the point she runs away when found out and joins Arachne, I don't think she'd have simply confessed and given in to Jackie. Besides, she couldn't stand Jackie in the story! I think it would have been more in line with Kim's established personality to have her frankly just killed Jackie after she found out.

I do think the argument could be made that if meisters and weapons are soulmates, if there's truly a best match out there for everyone, that perhaps an instinct is what led Kim to confess and be merciful. But that would be headcanon.

Additionally, we never see Jackie lose her hard edge and turn into the fierce spitfire she is in the SE manga. Not even a hint of this appears in NOT. Again, one can headcanon it happened over time, but it would have been a really great to start to see that shift begin here, in my opinion.

And this is where it comes back to...the author just wanted to write lesbian teen romance (Kim and Jackie are exhibit B... Exhibit A are...the three main characters, who I've yet to mention). Overall though, the story of these three characters was very well done.

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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ june 2023

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 13 022

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue mostly but i've been swatting at Shiny New Ideas left and right with a tennis racket. also i thought about Gemini Heist really really hard and i think that counts for something

proudest accomplishment: AR1 draft 2 is done!!!!!!

books read: After Atlas by Emma Newman; Everyone In My Family Has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson; Exit Strategy (Murderbot Diaries #4) by Martha Wells. all excellent reads. (sidenote two out of three of these books involve murder investigations and the third has murder in the title. i'm sensing a theme in my reading.)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

i am still terrible at being consistent at writeblr-ing. i guess this is just my life now.

i'm debating using camp nano to actually hunker my ass down and get some writing done on gemini heist, but between work and apartment hunting and a possible move by the end of the month i don't know how feasible that's gonna be :') we'll see.

and no i'm not glossing over the fact that i have a finished second draft. i'm just saving my screaming for below the cut.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(i wasn't kidding about the screaming.)

so this draft now sits at 85.7K, which is about 11.8K added from the first, and although it is still faaar from perfect it is definitely... better than the draft i finished 2 years ago. it's insane how much my writing has improved, between all the reading i've been doing and first drafting the two sequels of the trilogy.

that being said there still are a lot of things i know need to be fixed, but i'm at the point where if i try to fix them on my own i'll be stuck on them forever.

enter the betas!!! i'm planning on doing an ~official~ beta call next week but honestly if you're interested in beta-ing this book feel free to hmu right away!! ultimately i want to self-pub this thing (which is quite overwhelming to think about hhhhh) but one thing at a time :')

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

i really couldn't decide what snippet to post so this was admittedly chosen a bit at random lmao. this is from when the gang is approaching their destination for their expedition.

On the external display, Mohani loomed ahead, growing larger every second. The planet was almost entirely a deep blue, except for some white spots at its poles. It reminded Finneas of his final glimpse of Ghillairde when he was leaving it behind for the last time. For a disorienting second, it almost felt like he was returning to his birth planet. But soon, the ship was close enough to see the sandy outline of the continents. The blue wasn’t all ocean. Some of it was trees. He directed the ship towards the landing coordinates just as Petra arrived in the bridge, clutching several barf bags. “Good to see you’ve come prepared, Lacroye,” he commented. “You’re already looking green, and we haven’t even entered the atmosphere yet.” She grumbled something unintelligible in response as she took her place in the copilot’s chair.

one of my editing notes for draft 2 was to make Petra's starsickness worse😆

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

general taglist:

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Never apologize!!!! I love answering asks! It's so fun. I will skip the first question, because somebody else asked it too and I answered it on that post.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Instead of answering, allow me to present a text I sent to my partner about a bit in chapter 2 of Cry Havoc:

(It's not gonna be in six chapters. I've reworked my outline since then and it'll probably be further). I do this a lot, actually. Add in little tiny details that are meant to be really mean but probably only on reread. Also I do love ending things on cliffhangers. I just love people's reactions.

I'll put the rest of the answers under the cut!

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Yes. Many. I start things all the time and then decide not to finish them, for whatever reason. Sometimes I lose interest, sometimes it's too personal, sometimes I get overwhelmed by the scope of a project. I had plans for a reincarnation AU with a younger, deaf Cora and I read about three separate books on deafness to research. Then I got so anxious about writing it well that I had to set it aside. I also plotted out a time travel Doflamingo fic that I just lost interest in (although I've actually used a lot of elements from that one. Maybe someday I'll post the first chapter of it that I wrote).

To clarify, I don't actually feel bad about this. All practice is good, and sometimes a story just isn't meant to be. Forcing myself to work on projects I'm just not feeling is the swiftest path to burnout.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I love them <3 I keep screenshots of some of my favourites. I'm not particularly interested in criticism, even the constructive sort, but I've received virtually none of that on my fics.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I definitely outline, but I'm not married to the outline. The broad strokes of a story are pretty much settled by the time I start writing, but the details are in flux almost until a chapter is posted. I start with a very general overview of the story, and then I usually narrow down the details as I go. By the time I'm writing a chapter, I usually have the scenes for the next two or three planned out so that I can make sure the flow will work. It's a system that works pretty well with the serial nature of fanfic writing.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Hmmmm.... It often takes months for me to write a oneshot, so don't expect this any time soon, but I am working on a short fic about Dragon and Rocinante's past together (and how that influences Dragon's relationship with Sabo in the present).

I also have a short fic about Sanji, Zoro, and arachnophobia that is actually fully finished and edited, but I'm not sure if I want to post it yet. It's pretty personal, but also a little bit silly.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

You'd think it would be Cora, because he is my favourite and I love him, but actually it's Doflamingo! I love writing from his POV. His view of the world is just unbelievably fun to explore. He's so remarkably off-kilter that there's a lot I can do with his perspective.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Not sure if it counts, but while I was writing the bit about the first times Cora and Law saw someone die (from chapter 5 of No Other Life), I got so emotional I fully started crying. This was, crucially, half an hour before guests were going to start arriving for a family party.

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I love talking about my fics so much!!! I love questions and I love hearing from readers.

Thank you for the questions!!!

[tedelunazz]

dropped from the sky, scaramouche (2/4)

synopsis: someday I will have what you have and I will engrave you in the projector of my heart, so if I lose everything again, at least my future heart will never forget you.

warnings: hello here I am again, I'm really inspired to write at the moment and I prefer to do it now before going into a block, I hope you enjoy this second part. <3

dropped from the sky masterlist

Since that day you had your first meeting in that room, you seemed chained to Scaramouche (that's what they called him, clearly he didn't tell you, you had to find out from other people) and a lot had already happened since then, he became the sixth of the eleven heralds and you still didn't reveal what your function or your real name was, he only called you Seele or sometimes he didn't even call you by that nickname.

You were a kick in the butt, a gnat buzzing around him, treating him with gentleness and warmth even though he treated you with the tip of his toe, even though he was rude and despicable to you, you always gave him a smile as warm as the sun.

Just like the first time he saw you.

" Look, Balladeer. Order a daguerreotype with a contact at Fontaine. "They were walking down one of the corridors of the building where they spent most of their time in Snezhaya. " I think it will take about three months to arrive. "

" Are you always so annoying and childish getting excited about useless things, Seele? " His tongue was biting, he didn't stop to think about your feelings or if you would take what he said the wrong way.

But nothing ever happened, you didn't get angry at his answers like La Signora would or ignore him like the other heralds would. You still treated him with kindness (unnecessary in his view) and kept talking about the daguerreotype.

" Mmm I don't think it's useless, I could take a picture of it for you when I get my hands on it. "You stood in front of him blocking his way and he gave you a dirty look. " I really want to take a picture of you. "

He felt nauseous at your words, his stomach churned with every word you said, Scaramouche never understood your interest in him, he never understood why you insist on getting close even though he treats you so badly, he doesn't understand why you keep being so nice and say such stupid things.

" I don't need you to take a stupid picture of me, I'll kill you with my bare hands if you do. " It was a pointed and direct threat (he learned well from Dottore).

" You're not good at threats. " You looked away from him and looked out one of the windows that flooded the gigantic hallway, seeing the icy landscape of Snezhaya. " Maybe your subordinates and the people outside you scare them with threats or hurtful words but that's no good with me, Scaramouche. "

He tensed, no one called him Scaramouche around here except for the heralds and the Tsarina, to everyone else it was Lord or Baladist.

" Do you think I'd be where I am if I let myself be frightened by threats? I've been threatened in so many different ways in this building for as long as I can remember. " You sighed.

And he noticed it, your look faltered and became sad and melancholic, in all the time Scaramouche has known you he had never seen that kind of look in you, he had never seen a hint of sadness in your eyes, until now.

"Just like you, Scaramouche. I once lost everything too, I once was made to lose everything too. "You looked away from the window and turned your gaze back to him. "That's why I want the daguerreotype, so I can take pictures of the things I hold dear and if I ever lose everything again, at least I'll have a souvenir of it. "

Scaramouche stood still and was about to launch into a scathing he hurtful comment but surprisingly, he only said a comment that to his mind was far removed from what he originally wanted to say.

" I don't need stupid pictures and you are not the same as me, you have something I don't have, don't ever compare us again in your miserable life. "Scaramouche walked past you and went on his way.

Someday I will have what you have and I will engrave you in the projector of my heart, so if I lose everything again, at least my future heart will never forget you.

previous :

After having gone to the land of freedom and having obtained the information from the meteors, on the orders of the Tsarina, both Scaramouche and La Signora were sent to Inazuma in the company of Seele.

So close, Scaramouche was so close to achieving his goal and nothing could stop him at this point, he would not let it slip through his fingers.

[kanene-yaaay]

Okay so! I feel like sharing one of tickle dreams because GOSH I really want to remember that one ♡

Okay, so, everything starts just like it is in every dream ever, with me inside a Situation and my current situation is that I am walking around my workplace just hanging around and doing absolutely nothing and visiting places.

Doing that I eventually arrived in the meeting room that was like the MOST GIGANTIC room I've ever seen and that is filled, from everywhere with laughter.

Because there was a tickle competition going on.

It isn't even a tickle fight, it's literally a competition that started with too beans comparing who was the most ticklish and then everything escalated so friends and accquitances began ganging up on beans to playfully attack them and see who would be the most sensitive.

At the point that I arrived everything was already much more organized and there was like this LONG line of people just sitting and waiting for their time to be tickled and participate

The thing went a little bit like this: The first one in the line got attacked by the two other persons sitting behind them, and after a few minutes the first one would walk away and the second became the first and everything repeated itself.

While me, right now, writing this, is just about to scream with that cute mental image, Dream Me was like "Oh yeah yeah ofc A Tickle Competition Ofc That sounds fun :D" and just got into the end of the line and waited for my turn as well

😎😎

So yeah, the room is full of laughter, giggles, "Wait wait, I can't belive, you're ticklish HERE?" And I am waiting and everything and suddenly those two accquitances of mine appear and they are so :D surprised because "Noooo wayyyy, is that Kanene? Doing something that is not job-related and loosing up for a bit?" Because I was much more closed during work so I just laugh with a "yeah yeah well we gotta live too right"

And I NEED. I. NEED. you to understand that while all the three of us are just sitting there, chating, making small talk, the dear bean laying right by my side is DYING. They're laughing and giggling and squirming and being DESTROYED by their friends and we're just there like "This week has been quite slow, don't you think?"

Rip rip they will be missed

Anyway :D My Turn :DDD I take of my jacket because it's hot of course and not because I wanted less layers of protection pffffff ofc and when I turn around

I see no one to tickle me. Because I was the last of the line.

"Oh well, it was worth a shot"

Like BRUH I wasn't even SAD like the whole thing had been so crazy and fun that it was very nice to just be there to see all the happiness. So I just turned and began folding my jacket so I could keep visiting the rest of the place and then I listen to the commenter of the competition (??? Not sure if that is even a word but ya jnow that person that talks in the mic making commentaries about games and stuff) says that since I was the last one it would only be fair if the very first person that started everything came here and finished it.

And I actually pause because okay, that is a good point who the HECK started this craziness. And I am just 👀 looking around while pretending that I am just.... still.... folding my jacket because, again, SERIOUS BEAN but everyone is already walking away and no one appears so I just shrug and get ready to get up.

Oh the naivety....

Because then, out of NO ABSOLUTELY WHERE someone began tickling my neck and poking my back around EVERYWHERE and it was the fastest, lightest pokes and scribbles to ever exist, like, LIKE, IT WAS LITERALLY SO SOFT that I was not even full laughing, just giggling and like any other sane person under ATTACK falling on the floor and Dying.

(And yeah yeah everyone passing around got their comment of "Wait, is that how your giggles sound like?? Awwww, Kanene!" Which is something that sounds like it came right our of a tickle fanfic like Dream. Bruh. Come on.)

As I am THERE. DYING. For some reason the ???? Threathe part of the team began making a full singing performance in front of me like literally there was dancing and singing and everything (and, again, me DYING). And I am so ????? Confused??? Trying too survive the most unfair attack to ever exist and then it stops and the bean that was attacking me steps in front of me and I do realize why the treather was there.

He was their leader.

I don't think I will EVER be able to describe the true vibes of GREMLIN that this bean has but I am giving here a full description because I LOVED that design thank you so much brain for giving me it: he was with a pirate costume, his hair was green w black roots and widly curly (the one that clearly took a lot of gel to stay like that xD) with gigantic upwards curls and curls that went to absolutely everywhere. He was veeeery pale with rocked because that only made his purple-blackshi eyeshadow have a GREAT contrast w the skin and he smiled like an AGENT OF CHAOS

Before I could even complain because UNFAIR ATTACK or compliment him because waiting for your victim to lower their guards and then attacking them from behind is a very good tactic mah boi just started to make an entire monologur in character about how he is the BEST TICKLER to ever exist, which you can CLEARLY see by how quickly giggly you got and if you ever need to be tickled or to tickle someone again you should definitely call him to help and not his nemesis (and not a good tickler at all) Pacifica (yeah the one from Gravity Falls. I am-)

And yeah he maybe tickled me but I almost made HIM break his character by implying that I could totally take him in a tickle fight. Me and those noodle arms right here and he had to pretend to make a serious, considering face the whole time while saying that Of COURSE he would accept the DUEL

And then I woke up.

Jazz hands etc etc etc

[dorn-queen-of-thorns]

8th chapter of "The power in me"

False sense of security

Worried, Orochimaru and his sidekicks Karin and Suigetsu search the corridors for Sarada. The echoes of the three's hasty footsteps are clearly audible, echoing off the desolate walls.

" Karin, why didn't you pay more attention to Sarada? Do I have to do everything here myself? I think I've been too careless with you and given you too many liberties," says the old Sannin, both shocked and angry. "Have you any idea how important she is as a test subject?" Orochimaru's concern for Sasuke's daughter is reflected in his very peculiar ways.

"Sensei! Please, I take all the blame. I'm worried about Sarada too. I was too careless when I just had to go outside to do something important…” Karin appeases.

Orochimaru can't really ask Karin to wet her pants all that seriously, and that she's been with Sarada most of the time, which the surveillance documents are showing it.

"Well, let's forget that for now and continue our search. Sasuke mustn't find out anything about this incident and should he enter here now, I don't want to be near him”, the odd scientist shows indulgence for Karin.

"Besides, it was my fault to distract Karin from her work," Suigetsu explains the situation, "she was too exhausted and needed a break..."

"It seems you found each other as a team after all. Inappropriately at the worst possible moment. I hope Log has more success with Mitsuki and he doesn't make a similar mistake," Orochimaru comments.

The three split up to look for the young girl. The hidden laboratory built into a mountain is widely spread and Sasuke's daughter can be anywhere.

Karin holds Sarada's old bandage in her hand and there are fine chakra residues from Sarada on it. Normally, with that as a clue, she would find someone within minutes.

This fact means Sarada can't be in close proximity, giving Karin chills. Her concern for the girl sits like a lump in her stomach and she feels nauseous.

But where should she be? Sarada can never have her chakra reserves replenished, this morning's findings show, and even if she did, Sarada cannot perform a jutsu in which she could travel from place to place without an existing Mangekyō Sharingan.

“We slowly searched every area. It's as if she has vanished into thin air," Suigetsu sighs annoyed, "that's not possible..."

Orochimaru ponders Suigetsu's comment, "Maybe you're right about that..."

Surprised and shocked, Suigetsu and Karin look at their master.

Karin raises her objection “Wait! You don't believe..."

Just as she's about to finish her sentence, the alarm sounds on small surveillance units on Orochimaru and Suigetsu's wrists.

Karin adjusts her glasses and a clear change in her facial expressions that radiates relief is noticeable.

"I can track her down again," and all three run back towards the starting point and arrive at the makeshift sickbay or more surveillance room.

Only the fluorescent light of the monitoring devices such as EEG, EKG, respiration illuminates the room, which, however, indicate inactivity. The only sound in this room is the frightening error message of no heart activity on the EKG.

"Where is she?" Suigetsu asks, walking into the room. He looks around questioningly, followed by the other two.

He only notices how Karin pushes him aside, "go aside, Sui...." , she can't finish her sentence. Karin is thrown to the ground with a rattling noise that sounds like shattering glasses and clanging trays.

The sight of two women lounging on the floor is a strange sight, Suigetsu thinks. The little Uchiha girl climbs Karin's chest like a snake. Supple and deadly at the same time. A dangerous combination for the attacker trying to knock her down.

Sakura and Sasuke effectively trained their daughter in taijutsu.

Breathing hastily, the young brat sits on Karin and threatens her with a scalpel. Her 3rd Tomoe is clearly visible in her left eye, her right eye is covered with part of her shaggy hair. Since when does she activated her 3rd Tomoe of her Sharingan? Mitsuki snakes would bring this important information a time ago. A spooky sight that Suigetsu and Karin have seen before if the hair were longer...

A disturbing goosebumps is noticeable on Suigetsu.

The sharp tool touches Karin's throat menacingly close. Although the touch only has to be millimeters, a red trickle is visible on Karin's throat.

" KARIN !!!", says Suigetsu, shocked and worried at the same time.

"Hush, Suigetsu!", Orochimaru admonishes his former prisoner calmly, "Karin's life is in danger. Sarada experiences a mental breakdown at that moment. She is apparently in shock.” Karin looks calmly at Suigetsu and tells him not to intervene now.

"Sarada...little one...it's all right...you're safe here..." Karin says to her soothingly.

Seemingly Karin's words reach Sarada and the girl looks around searchingly and part of her hurt face is now clearly visible...

The three of them knew this sight from her father until some time ago.

Panicked, the violet eye of the Six Paths scans the room and Sarada recognizes the three people around her. A Rinnegan is clearly visible in her eye socket.

Startled, she drops the scalpel on the floor next to Karin's head, cutting a strand of Karin's red hair.

Sarada gets off Karin's chest, horrified at what she was about to commit, roughly tearing her hair.

Crouching, the little girl sits pitifully and her tears flow. It can't all be real! Booming at a high frequency, she still hears that terrifying scream of that frightening giant beast. In her memory, Sarada thinks she can still feel the huge jaws of the 10th grinding and tearing at her body at the same time.

That must be a really bad dream. Right?! , she thinks.

Terrible chills make herself felt before panic. Bad, like the last time when she was so little and her mother watched over her day and night by her bed.

To calm herself, Sarada crosses her arms as if trying to calm herself.

"Where are Mom and Dad???", the desperate sight of little Uchiha tears Karin's heart apart and she carefully takes her in her arms.

"Where are mama and papa ???" She asks again crying, "please. Where are they???"

Sarada looks at Karin with tears. Karin carefully presses her against her shoulder and lets herself cry.

"Great! A second Madara Uchiha with a mental breakdown…” Suigetsu comments dryly to ease the situation.

Three pairs of eyes stare at Suigetsu:

Sarada startled and surprised that a fourth person bears her last name.

Orochimaru and Karin enraged that Suigetsu mentioned the most powerful and most feared Uchiha before Sarada.

" What? How?” asks Sarada, confused.

"Ssshhh… Sarada dear. That's not important now. You have to calm down first and recharge your chakra reserves…” Karin tries to distract her.

"But!... Please Aunt Karin..." Sarada begs her so heartbreakingly for answers to her many questions: The whereabouts of her beloved parents, this horrible meeting with Boruto? ….. Momoshiki? To this disturbing place and this monstrous beast staring at her like an alien from some science fiction stories. And who the hell is Madara Uchiha?

Sarada's inquisitive curiosity is aroused and she has to find a logical answer to everything.

"You will get answers to your questions, Sarada," Orochimaru says calmly, "but first Karin will take care of you. I have to work. We will see us again ..." , and then he disappears.

Sarada sees Mitsuki's mother? Father? Or better guardian? creator?

Whatever, asking afterwards.

"Where is he going?" Sarada asks Karin. Sarada wipes her tears from her face.

"He's certainly busy," Karin replies thoughtfully and assumes that her master is going to Mitsuki.

" Come with me ! It's time for you to take a bath", her foster aunt puts her arm around Sarada's shoulder and Karin takes her to her and more recently Suigetsu's bath, which they both secretly use for a short time together from time to time...

Well Karin and Suigetsu's improvement in their relationship started with that. When, after a heated argument, both used one of Orochimaru's many labs to blow off some steam. A change that appealed to both of them and they both decided to repeat it, several times. At first only in a professional sense to satisfy the physical desire, but at some point Karin developed feelings that she once only knew from Sasuke. Karin considers that things have been going so seriously between the two of them for three or a quarter of a year.

Lost in thought, the fiery red-haired woman fills hot water for Sarada. Karin is the same age as her mother. While her mother looks elegant and beautiful, Karin comes across as freaky, sexy and nerdy. But both are lovely women in their own way.

Comparable to her and Sumire...

Sumire, the elegant, tall, and Sarada, the fearsome and smaller of the two.

"Which bath additive do you prefer? Something sweet like added cherry blossoms or something spicier like orange and cinnamon wood?” Karin tries to lighten the mood and talks to Sarada about something trivial. Girl stuff ...

"I don't care..." Sarada says bored. She had never been interested in such stuff like her friend Chocho was, for example.

Her focus has always been to satisfy and develop her curiosity and her fighting techniques. If only she couldn't impress anyone with her scary looks in some situations. Then with her intelligence and her skills.

She sighs and goes into the warm water. A blessing after the shocking events. Everything that happened a short time before appears to her like a black hole that has sucked in every memory of her.

Dreamy and happy about girl time together, Karin lathers actually Sarada's beautifully shiny hair. It now smells wonderfully of fresh peach.

Sarada's appearance shows the first signs that the girl is developing into a woman. Another feature is recognizable, what she sees new in the girl, Karin notices: A strangulation mark is clearly visible on Sarada's neck. What happened to the poor kid? This observation is new to Sarada's aunt and she would certainly have discovered it at the time of Sarada's care.

Ashamed of this view, Sarada hides her nakedness with her hands. Nobody saw her like that. Well, except mom and dad, but at a very young age. After a certain time only her mom saw her body or was there already someone who got to see this view??? A brief memory flashes in her mind, but then it's gone again. Too short to realize who it could have been.

Red with shame showing on her cheeks, she sinks in the water up to her cheeks. Only her two different pairs of eyes and her black hair come to light.

"And is there someone you like? You must surely have a lot of interested boyfriends, as pretty as you are,” Karin eases the oppressive situation for Sarada.

"I don't know," Sarada gazes impassively into the water, Kawaki's appearance playing in her mind's eye.

Hey Nosie! She hears him say flippantly. Huh? Nosy? You probably mean Bossy!, Boruto joins in this situation with amusement, while Mitsuki just grins at her and thus agrees.

"Where are Kawaki, Boruto and Mitsuki?" Asks Sarada, startled, "shanaroo! I can't leave the three of them alone.” She looks at Karin with concern.

Karin's curiosity is finally satisfied as to what name Sarada tried to say in her delirium.

"Who is Kawaki? ' Karin grins questioningly at Sarada. The young girl looks embarrassed at the water surface, which is full of foam.

"He's Boruto's adoptive brother and a new team member of Team 7," Sarada tries to keep the conversation as inconsequential as possible, "please Karin! Where are they? I'm worried! And I don't have time to sit here quietly. Maybe they're all in danger!" Karin clearly hears Sarada's concern in her voice and stops teasing.

"Mitsuki is here with you . You were both brought here badly injured. I can't tell you where Boruto and Kawaki are," says Karin seriously. Sarada can't hear a lie in Karin’s voice.

" Hurt? Mitsuki and I? But how?” Sarada remembers her memory gap of a few hours. The last thing she remembers is Boruto's huge scar on his chest, which she examined with Mitsuki and a brief conversation with Mitsuki about what happened to Boruto and he was presumed dead for a moment.

"I have to show you something that you're about to find out today at Orochimaru's examination. For that you have to get out of the tub and stand in front of the mirror,” Karin explains calmly.

Sarada looks at Karin worried, but follows Karin's instructions. The red-haired woman helps the girl get out of the tub and wraps a large towel around her shoulders.

Sarada slowly steps in front of Karin's vanity with the bathroom mirror and looks into her reflection. The right side of her face is again covered by her black hair. No change as far as visible. Except that her hair on the right side looks unruly, otherwise it was always the hair on the other side. Nothing alarming so far.

Sarada looks skeptically into Karin's red eyes.

"You have to put your hair aside," says Karin.

Cautiously, Sarada tucks her hair behind her right ear and sees what until recently was a familiar sight to her. Not for herself but for her father.

She stares at the violet Rinnegan and suddenly she realizes that what she thought she was dreaming 2 hours ago, was actually real.

Sarada narrows her eyes and holds the right eye area, just as her father always did when he used a high level of chakra. With her other hand she bangs herself on the sink. Her knuckles turn white from the exertion. Another panic attack runs through her and again she thinks she hears that horrible scream. She will never be able to forget it. Boruto's disturbing visage reappears in front of her. One eye socket bleeding massively, the other eye closed, her best friend tried to squeeze her throat.

Sarada silently thanks Karin for bringing her out of her dark thoughts. "Hey, calm down. It's not that bad,” the adult woman tells her.

Sarada remembers the black hole in her memories.

"How did it happen?" Sarada asks Karin quietly.

"Your father brought you here seriously injured," Karin replies, "and in order to save you, your father had to have you undergo a life-threatening operation. So that you have a chance of survival. Evolving a Rinnegan is just a useful by-product that Orochimaru and I theorized some time ago ."

"So I wasn't dreaming after all... I wish it were like that..." Sasuke's daughter mumbles, lost in thought.

"Come on, let's go to Orochimaru. He'll be waiting for you," says her aunt. Sarada quickly puts on her blue nightgown. She doesn't have anything else here to wear right now. Together they both visit Sasuke's former master.

When they arrive at Orochimaru's laboratory, Sarada recognizes a person she knows very well.

Anywhere she would recognize the boy with pale white skin and white hair tinged with bluish. His golden-yellow eyes stare into space. Is he sad?

She storms towards him and hugs him, reassured to have a friend by her side.

"MITSUKI!", she cries relieved and both just hold themselves for the moment to be able to forget the tragedy around them...

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Next session…

Okay now time for the next session...

*CLICK*

[09/13/17]

CHIAKI: Hello Sonia, good to see you again - how are feeling?

I've been well, thank you - Peko is going to be waking up tomorrow...

But Fuyuhiko not being here, I'm worry how Peko is going to react, do you think it'll be okay?

CHIAKI: hmm...I think it will be, after all; Fuyuhiko did want Peko to have a life away from the Kuzuruyu Clan so I think this would help Peko.

I hope so too, but I'm worry about Mahiru; given Mahiru was killed by these 2, it... has me worried...

CHIAKI: You seem to be quite empathetic towards others, Sonia.

Right, I know this session is suppose to be for me but I tend to worry about my class and just wanting everyone to wake up; I assure you I will speak about myself, apologies.

CHIAKI: It's fine Sonia, I know you were just worried but as say - Nagi is going to help provide for you along with Masuyo and Hotaru, now let's focus on you - I think we can start with how you became interested in Japan, correct?

Well... I suppose my interest of Japan and it's culture started far before I got into Hope's Peak Academy, I remember my interested started years before then is when I was starting to get into anime.

CHIAKI: Oh right, you mention that anime is quite popular in Novoselic.

Indeed, they started broadcasting them around the 1990's, the first was about 5 sailor scouts that fight crime and are name based on planets which I watch with Gordana when I was 3 years old.

It was so interesting that I started to get interested, honestly I had no idea where it came from and kept watching, it was quite exciting compare to other programs on TV!

CHIAKI: Oh so you always had interest in anime but did you know where it came from?

Not really... in fact, I had no idea where anime came from and figure it was a cartoon produce from Novoselic.

Then suddenly when I was 13 years old, I was given a computer and that's when I discover where anime came from!

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Date: Jaunary 24th, 2004

*Sonia was on her laptop as she started to look online*

Wow... so that's where Paranoia Agent came from? Japan?

I remember studying Japanese when I was 9 years old, maybe I can watch some of this in sub or look more into this.

Alrighty then, time to search up about Japan and become an expert!

*Sonia began searching online and studying Japanese culture*

Goodness, there's a lot about Japan I didn't know about; I really want to travel there at some point! Especially doing that toast in my mouth while running to school, catch that yellow rodent or even control a mech like Shinji!

Hm? Wait, what's this...?

*Sonia gets online and finds a site which looks like poetry*

'Spring time - when cherry blossoms bloom they'll soon fall to accept another

Spring passes - then summer will soon arrive see you next time spring season

-Uta Himi'

Is that... poetry? Seems quite an odd way of writing, is this how Japanese write poems? I'll ask about it.

*types down* 'Hello, yes - I read your piece and honestly I do quite enjoy it; sorry to ask but what is that writing, I'm from a different country so I'm curious, thank you for responding.'

And send, I hope the person can get my message...

MAID: Sonia? Dinner is ready.

Oh right, coming! *gets up and heads for dinner*

Well, it must be really late in Japan, I better wait until then...*

'At first the person didn't respond but I assume it was timezones then the next morning I woke up...'

Date: January 25th, 2004

Time: 3:45 PM

Now let's see if the person respond...

Goodness, they did and left quite a comment!

'Hello, thank you very much for the comment, if curious what I wrote it's called Japanese Haiku; it's a traditional poetry and is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Often focusing on images from nature, haiku emphasizes simplicity, intensity, and directness of expression.

I was mostly writing about spring and fleeting it can be but I'm happy you found interest in my poem, I'll be sure to write more when I do.

-Uta Himi'

Ah that's wonderful, seems they responded; I really hope we get to talk more; they seem quite pleasent.

*types* 'Certainly, thank you - I'll be sure to follow you; thanks again for responding, Japan has started to interest me - I'm from Europe in a country called Novoselic which has shown anime, I really want to travel to Japan and I was hoping you can tell me more about it.'

*moments later, a comment appear*

Oh they responded more quickly!

'Novoselic? I remember my grandfather giving me some from there, your country's chocolate is really good, I bet it's quite beautiful but I'll tell you all I know; by the way I'm Uta Himi; it's nice to meet you.'

'Likewise, I'm Sonia Nevermind; I'm happy to meet you as well, let's keep talking.'

'After that, I began talking with Uta for years, she mention that she wrote poetry and writing, even speaking about Japanese culture and answering any questions I had - she even became someone I could speak with when having a hard day at school...'

[jullbnt]

@xxbuttercup I'm answering your comment this way cause my reply is way too long! Skyward isn't my fav but these Link and Zelda are still so cute, I'd love for them to be that close again in a future game 😊

For the time travel thing I was talking about all the incoherent stuff that happens with the Gates of Time, not the timeshift stones ^^ Buckle up cause this is probably going to be long and fastidious, but I'll do my best to explain myself clearly haha

So when you first arrive to the Sealed Temple at the beginning of the game, you can already see Zelda sleeping in her cristal through the door and old Impa has Zelda's bracelet on her wrist, even though you haven't yet witnessed Zelda sealing herself or giving her bracelet to Impa. That means whatever the characters are going to do in the distant past has already happened, and they only have to go through all of it again to prevent time paradoxes. That's a time loop, and though it's not the way I would write time travel let's say there's no problem with it as long as the story manages to stay coherent.

Now you remember that tree you need to plant in the past in order to bring a fruit to the Thunder Dragon? Well it only appears in the Sealed Temple if you've gone through this part of the game, which contradicts what I just said about this time loop thing. Link also leaves the Master Sword in the past after defeating Demise, but it is only visible in the cutscene at the end of the game. So now Link is doing these things "for the first time" and his actions affect the present/future??

That's illogical but I'll admit these are minor points. The HUGE problem with this whole story for me is that Link fights Demise in the past and then seals whatever remains of him in the Master Sword. I really don't understand how that can work even in a time loop, because if Link has killed Demise already (the same way Zelda is asleep from the beginning of the game) there can be no Imprisoned, and Link's quest now has no reason to happen in the future? Unless Demise and the Imprisoned are two different beings but I think that's clearly not the case.

To me there's no way this doesn't create a time paradox and a new timeline or something like that, but if anyone has another take on this I'll gladly discuss it!! It's been bothering me for years.

Now I'm going into headcanon territory, but the only way I can wrap my head around Skyward's story is by thinking there are two timelines at the end of the game: one where SS happens and Link uses the Triforce to destroy Demise, and one in which SS Link comes from the future and kills Demise before returning to his own time, opening a whole new future for Hyrule (that would also kinda make him the Hero of Time of that timeline, which is fun!!). There would still be a few problems like what happens to the Master Sword since Link would be leaving it in that new timeline, but it still makes more sense to me (and the Master Sword allows Link to travel through time in OoT and also goes to Zelda without any explanation in TotK, so it looks like it can do pretty much whatever it pleases with time).

I've been thinking about this new timeline thing a lot, especially with BotW/TotK not really fitting anywhere on the official timelines and ignoring existant lore (like what happened to the Triforce and the Golden Goddesses? Why does everything in Hyrule suddenly revolve around the Zonai??). So yeah, I don't know if anyone's with me on this, but I like the idea of a completely different timeline emerging because of Skyward Sword and maybe leading to BotW/TotK. The games have a lot of things in common (Hylia is everywhere, the springs from SS, the three dragons, the sky islands...) so I think it makes sense to connect them. Or at least I think that could be interesting and I've been working on this idea.

And that's it, I really hope this is understandable!!

Hello again :D I could be wrong, but I think Skyward Sword has the Zelink romance you're looking for! Or at least it's heavily implied!

Hello!! Oh yes Skyward Sword clearly has it and that’s what I love most about it!

The thing is, SS is one of my least favorites in the series :/

I found the game a bit tedious and the motion controls really made SS Link look like an idiot haha (especially after TP’s amazing combat). Also the time travels make no sense it drives me crazy!! I can elaborate on this point if anyone is interested but I will spare you this rant for now ^^

(I’ve been thinking about this lately because of a project I’m working on, and may have a few ideas to fix it. I’ll tell you more about it someday if I ever manage to make things coherent)

So to sum up yes I love SS Link and Zelda!! But I’m not nearly as obsessed with their game as I am with others ^^

Now if the question is "will I draw these two someday", the answer is definitely yes :))

(Also I think Zelink is implied in BotW/TotK as well, but they’re not my favorites either)

[gucciwins]

night gone wrong

visiting family is never fun... especially during the holidays

Word count: 2243

A/N: happy thursday! im not sure where this piece came from but it's something sweet. honestly I needed a break from the series as much as I love it, needed to give my brain a bit of a break. so here's this little blurb where y/n and harry try surviving thanksgiving dinner.

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"Right, what's our story?"

"Again, really?"

Harry frowns, "I don't want to make a fool of myself."

"There's a chicken on your chest. It's too late for that."

He glances down at his blue jumper, the chick sitting in a hatched egg. Mon petit stitched on. It makes him look bilingual, and he was when he was younger, not now.

"I think I look cute."

"Course you do, but not my family thinks I'm dating a dork with glasses."

"You've complimented them before."

"Yeah, got you in my bed, didn't it."

"All you want me for is my body."

She shoots him the first smile since their ride down, "now you're getting it."

"As your fake boyfriend, I need some context."

Y/N sighs; how did she get here. One moment she had Harry pulling down her pants, making her come in a matter of minutes with his talented tongue and blurting out she wanted to take him home as a fake date to impress her family. Harry had never once told her no, and she expected this to be the first, but he surprised her as he has every day since she met him in her second year at uni.

Harry happened to be her roommate's friend, and from the moment Harry dropped a sixteen-ounce soda on her ruining her favorite velvet blue pants, saying it was her fault they never see eye to eye. Always teasing each other, sarcastic comments thrown back and forth. It wasn't always banter. Sometimes they needed a friend, and they were the first to arrive with no questions, only comfort, and understanding.

The first time Harry came over with bruised knuckles, she didn't question him, instead led him to her bathroom and cleaned him up. Once he fell asleep in her bed, she kissed each knuckle wishing them to heal nicely and that they did. Harry helped Y/N when she forgot to print her midterm paper, bursting into her class with shouts of apology of how he had taken it from the printer and did not notice when really he ran from his dorm room to bring it to class when she emailed him the document with over ten please typed out to print it for her.

They weren't friends, and they weren't enemies. They were something in between, not lines crossed.

That all changed when Harry finally managed to get Y/N to take tequila. He taunted her, saying she couldn't handle it, and she was never one to turn down a challenge, especially not against Harry. Three shots later, Harry and Y/N are kissing in a bedroom neither one has ever been in. Mitch had given them the all-clear, and there was no stopping them. Harry and Y/N could hold their alcohol, and after both checking for confirmed consent, there was no going back.

Neither of them regretted it, of course not. They did regret hating that they were awful communications, which led them to their dilemma right now outside Y/N's childhood home.

"Darling." She narrowed her eyes at him, not a fan of the endearment. "Sorry, bub." Not the best, but she'll take it. "Why is this so important?"

"I'm a loser."

"No, you're not."

"To them, I am," she point towards the house they’ve stopped walking towards. "All my life, I've been focused on school and getting the top grades, and I did it. I'm proud of it, I'm an all-around seasoned athlete, got a full-ride scholarship, and am now in the top three percent at the university, yet that means nothing to my family when I've never had a partner."

"Hmm...your family sounds shitty." He confesses.

"Well, they are, but they are the only ones I got."

"You didn't have to come."

"Didn't I? They bother me and know where I got to school. No escaping."

Harry sighs, "don't have to go in."

Y/N sighs, knowing he means that, but she promised him a home-cooked Thanksgiving meal, something neither of them could really splurge on.

"You want to leave?"

"If you want to," he shrugs, "I'd follow you anywhere. Can go back to the apartment and order our favorite pizza, watch some movies and drink shitty wine."

"Your wine is shitty," Y/N mutters, slowly warming up to the idea of leaving. She's about to agree when she spots the front door opening, the screen door still shut.

"Mother is asking when you're coming in." Y/N's brother, Greg, shouts from the front door stopping two small children from running out.

"Too late to run, it seems," Y/N mutters, kicking at some of the snow gathering on the sidewalk.

"Well, we're in this together, right?"

"Right."

"What's our safe word?" Harry asks, reaching out for her hand, intertwining their fingers together as if he had done it every day.

"Uhh..." Y/N's trying not to focus on the warmth of his hands and how safe she feels. "Cranberry."

"You don't make a cranberry dish?"

"No, uh, Greg's allergic."

"Okay, cranberry it is."

Walking in, everyone has their smile plastered on, and she knows not a single one is directed at her.

"Darling," Y/N cringes at the word, and Harry catches it, "so good to see you. Have you put on weight?"

Y/N grimaces, pulling away, "no, still the same. Thank you for the boost of confidence."

"Who's this lovely gentleman. Surely he's too handsome to be with you."

"On the contrary, Y/N's the beautiful one. Had to convince her to date me."

"Well, I think you should have escaped when you could have," her mother comments, patting his arm.

Harry frowns, turning to look at Y/N when he sees her kneeling in front of a small child, no older than two. He goes down next to her, making the little girl's eyes shift to him.

"Who he, auntie?"

"This is my boyfriend, Harry. He's excited to meet you."

"I, Faith."

"Hi Faith, a pleasure to meet you. Your butterfly necklace is beautiful."

"Your eyes are beautiful."

Harry grins, "thank you."

"What's boyfriend?"

Y/N chuckles, running a hand through her niece's ringlets. "Someone who takes care of you, and loves you, and helps you when you need someone."

"I want."

"One day, angel."

"Y/N, stop stalling, come say hi to the others," Y/N sighs, hearing her father's loud voice coming from the kitchen.

She presses a kiss to her niece's head before telling her to run along, and she does so happily, "ready, H."

"I've got you, love."

Y/N smiles, grateful she has him.

The afternoon passes slowly, and with every minute that passes, Harry's blood boils more and more. He hates how she's treated, how she's talked over, and she lets it happen. This isn't the same person who debated with him why macaroons are the best desserts to ever exist and how ice cream can be eaten in any type of weather.

She's a shell of the person, and he wants the girl he knows back. He missed her smiles, even if they were ever few directed to him.

They are all sitting at the table, dinner close to finishing, when he feels himself close to his breaking point.

"Hey, what are you majoring in again?"

A rare smile forms on her face, "oh-"

"-don't get her started," her father interrupts before she can answer. "God knows we finally got her to shut up.

"Just know it's boring, and it's not hard to do. I mean, she's not the brightest remember." Her mother comments.

Harry sees her shrink down, frowning down at her plate, and that's when he has enough.

"No." He shouts.

"H, it's fine." Y/N looks up at him, pleading with him not to.

"Cranberry, love."

"Relax, it's all a joke." Someone comments, an uncle he didn't bother remembering.

Harry bites back a scoff, "no, it's not. You all treat her like shit, and she lets you. She's the best person I've ever met. Sure we got off on the wrong foot when we first met, but she's always been there when I needed her, unlike you. Now, we are leaving. I'd thank you for this evening, but we all know it was a shit show. Let's go, love."

Y/N stays still in her seat, shocked that he defended her. Harry looks at her expectantly. She sits there frozen, pushing the chair out as she stands up.

"If you walk out the door, don't come crawling back when he breaks your heart and leaves you alone." Y/N's mother spits out.

Harry doesn't acknowledge her mother, his eyes locked on Y/N. He stretches a handout, hoping for her to take it. Y/N takes a deep breath, looking down at her sleeping niece in her brother's arms. She's so young and full of life and love that she never received. She's in good hands.

Without a second thought, she grabs onto Harry and lets him pull her out of the house. Stopping briefly to swipe their sweaters and not stopping until they were both in the car, they parked up the street.

"You alright," he checks in.

The car is blasting one of Harry's classical songs from his relaxing playlist. It's all piano, and it brings her a comfort she has never felt before.

"Yeah." She sits back, letting the silence fill the car as he drives them back to her apartment.

Before she knows it, the hour ride goes by in the blink of an eye, and she is now outside her apartment.

"Is it alright if I walk you up?"

Y/N nods, "Harry?"

"Yeah, love."

"Could-would you like to stay?"

Y/N misses the smile that takes over his face, "Of course I will."

She nods, "good."

They walk right next to each other, taking the stairs together, knowing Y/N's shitty elevator is never working, and the rare day it is, it's filled with people. Y/N notices they walk in sync, smiling down at this silly thing that brings her more joy than her family ever did.

Harry steps back, giving you space to unlock your front door; Berenice, your roommate, is in Florida visiting her family and won't be back until Monday, meaning you have an empty apartment and for once and won't be using it as she would have earlier this morning.

Y/N watches as Harry walks in, draping his coat across the back of the kitchen chair, making his way to the living room, grabbing the TV remote, and draping his favorite pink throw blanket over his lip. He makes himself at home, and Y/N notices she doesn't mind at all.

"Love, the film's queued up. Get your bum in here."

Y/N slowly toes her boots off, slipping under the blanket he raised for her, "what did you put?"

"Your favorite," he smirks, "well, one of them. You've got different moods for some."

"Oh," she raises an eyebrow at him, "please do tell."

Harry grins, turning his body to face her. "Gladly. Okay, when you're sad and want a pick me up, it's Pride and Prejudice. When you want comfort, it's Tangled. And when you want to feel your sadness, it's Love, Rosie."

Y/N laughs, knowing he's gotten each right, "missing one."

"Wasn't done," he chastises. "The Princess Bride is your favorite because it's a love story where they give up, but as Wesley said, Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. It's your comfort because you're searching for love like that."

Tears are threatening to slip out of her eyes, "think I found it," she confesses.

Harry's eyes widened, in surprise, never expecting her to confirm this. "Y/N, love."

"I love you, and I'm done fighting it. I did it because I thought I didn't deserve you. You're too good for me, but I want to be selfish for once."

Harry leans in closer, moving his hands up to cup her face. "You're not selfish, not a mean bone in your body. Bloody perfect you are."

She shakes her head no, "not good enough, but I'll try."

"You're perfect, and I'll spend the rest of my life reminding you."

"Harry, do you-" she trails off, not bringing herself to say the words.

"What, baby?"

"I love you." She breathes out confidently.

Harry can't help himself, it's the second time she's said it, and he needs to kiss her. His lips are on Y/N's in seconds, she responds eagerly, pouring all her love for him into it. This is who she needs, no one else.

"I love you," Harry whispers against her lips.

"Again, please."

"I love you, Y/N."

Y/N kisses him again, not wanting to stop. Not when he feels the same, and they've spent so long beating around the bush, never expressing their feelings.

"Gosh, I could kiss you forever," she confesses.

"You have permission to do so."

"Do I?

"Yes, of course."

Y/N smirks, "well, let's start now."

With The Princess Bride playing in the background, Harry and Y/N get lost in each other, allowing themselves to breathe each other in. Their love is yet to be explored, but rest assured, it will only grow as both will learn to cherish and nurture their love the best they can with trust, honesty, and most importantly, all the love in their heart.

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