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shy-urban-hobbit · 1 year ago

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Aiden starts forgetting things from his pre-Witcher life and panics. Luckily Cedric is there to help out.

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Aiden felt his breathing start to hitch, he’d finally managed to get the soup to go from a bright orange to a dark brown but it still didn’t smell right. No matter what he tried something was off and he didn’t know how to fix it. It was stupid Joel’s fault! He was the one who’d started a conversation over dinner about what their favourite foods had been from before.

“This soup my mother used to make." Aiden had replied, "It was so spicy it’d always make my nose run a little, but I loved it.”

Someone, he couldn’t remember who, had asked what had been in it to make it so warm and Aiden’s mind had turned blank. And so here he was in the relative privacy of the far side of the camp on the pretence of working on his potion making, hunched over a small cooking fire and surrounded by pilfered jars, trying to prove something.

It wasn’t fair! They’d been warned they’d start forgetting bits and pieces of their old lives but why did he have to lose this first? Why not the name of the town where he broke his wrist when he was three, or the time some random farmer let him feed an apple to his horse? Why did it have to be parts of her first?

He and his mother were always on the road, just the two of them. She’d never explained the why and wherefores, or if she had, he’d been too young to fully understand. All he knew was that while the other sights, sounds and smells had been ever changing, this one had been constant. The sweet, spicy smell permeating the air as Aiden watched her add various powders to the broth with all the precision of an alchemist. The two of them sat with a mug each as she ran her fingers through his hair and told him stories or sang in a language Aiden only half knew, the smell of the spices clinging to her clothes.

“Aiden, what are you – shit, kid. Guxart’s going to throw a fit when he sees this. You know how expensive these are.” Cedric said, taking in the scattered jars of various spices, some a good deal emptier than they had been whilst others were spilling half of their contents onto the grass.

Aiden turned to him, looking completely lost, “I can’t remember it. It’s something that’s always been in the back of my head, but when I try to actually think about it, it’s not...I can’t.” He buried his head in his hands with what might have been a sob.

Cedric edged closer, leaning over the pot and taking an appraising sniff, “You used too much Cumin.”

Aiden peered at him from behind his fingers, “What?”

“Cumin. It’s smothering everything else. Here, balance it with this.” He held out one of the jars to Aiden, “Keep adding it until I tell you to stop. Ok?”

As predicted, Cedric’s presence acted like a balm as he calmly gave instructions. It had been that way ever since the older Witcher had bent to his level with a friendly smile. Giving Aiden one of the sweet, flaky pastries he’d been eyeing covetously earlier while he quizzed him about where his mother was (he honestly had no idea. She’d told him to wait in the market and that had been two days ago) and what he knew about Witchers.

When he was around ten years old, Aiden had asked Cedric if he actually was his father: the two of them looked similar enough after all with the same unruly curly hair, the same nose and dimpled smile and he sure as hell acted like he was Aiden's parent sometimes. Cedric had laughed until he’d choked before explaining that no, they shared no blood in either of their respective family lines, and why it was impossible for Witchers to sire children so if he had any hopes of that, best dash them to the wind right now (at the time, Aiden had screwed his face up in response. Babies – blech).

Aiden took a mouthful of the finished soup before passing the mug over to Cedric, who’d bitched good-naturedly about how “You better plan on sharing seeing as I did half the work.”

“How did you know how to make it right?” Aiden asked, “You’re way older than me and I couldn't remember anything.”

“Cheeky shit.” Cedric aimed a lazy swipe at his head which Aiden easily dodged, “One of my predecessors taught me how, decades back. Not everyone here's a fan of spicy shit so I tend to make it for myself on The Path when I can.”

“You mean you’ve been able to make this the entire time I’ve known you and you never said anything?”

“Neither did you.” Cedric countered, “If I’d known this was important to you I would’ve shown you how way sooner. I keep telling you, at least one person around here will know something if you ask. Witcher shit isn’t the only stuff that gets passed down you know.”

“Well yeah. But I always just thought that meant like, drinking games and dirty songs and shit like that. That’s all I’ve seen get passed down when everyone’s back here for winter.”

Cedric snorted, “You’re not completely wrong. Nah, more personal stuff tends to be sorted in private. Which is why nobody bothered us after I shooed Axel away. He came over when you were trying to get the curry powder off your hands.” He said in answer to Aiden’s unspoken question of when the hell had Axel been there, “Seriously though.” He handed the mug back to Aiden, “Anything else before another meltdown occurs? I’m waaay older after all. I can probably tell you the best person to ask.”

Aiden shook his head, leaning against Cedric's side and momentarily picturing himself as that little boy sat in his mother’s lap while she held the mug steady to stop him spilling.

“Just this. For now.”

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden centric #witcher aiden #aiden

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years ago

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I really said fuck classes who needs notes anyway (i do I have 5 tests in the next two weeks)

before I post my live blog here, I feel like people really underestimate how bad rumors are and how much they fuck with your mental health. they don't lose sleep over them, they don't think twice. but these things are harmful as fuck. they leave wounds that take so long to recover from because you keep on thinking about these lies who to others are "just words"

I've been there. it's not fun. I wish I had the courage back then to stand up to those rumors which I have now. these things never leave you. others might move on but the healing process is a journey that is long and hard. I wish more people understood just what effect their words can have.

Yeah, he knew a thing or two about family members going overboard with glitter.

IT'S RAFAEL CENTRIC GHSYGUJDUYDFUIKFDUIDFIUDF

TAVVY

DCSUIHDCSUIDUYUDICUIVSDUIHFVSUILFBUHKIFSV

I feel like I keyboard smash A LOT

“You will never drink even if you are not riding the bike,” Dad had pointed out – all Consul Voice and threatening glares. “The legal age for drinking in New York is 21.”

“But it’s 15 in Idris!”

“Well unfortunately for you, we are in Exile,” dad had grinned.

DAD ALEC UHIKSFDUIHKSGUIKSDVUIHKDVUHIKSVD

Max had a habit of ‘borrowing’ things and selling them on eBay. In his brother’s defense, Bapak had so many clothes that he never noticed when things disappeared. But Rafael did since he had a habit of wearing his father’s clothes.

The warlock – not the shadowhunter.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sweaters.

Now that Rafael was 18, he was almost as tall as his father.

The shadowhunter – not the warlock.

I AM SCREAMING

I love how he's clarifying which one he's talking about

“Do you know I used to have a crush on Lily Chen?” Tavvy blushed. “But then I found out she made out with Helen once and it kinda got weird.”

Ah yes. I remember. Does Rafael know that Alec also walked in on them?

ARCHITECT TAVVY

SDHDVUHDFSV,YDSFVUYVSFFUSVFUVFS

SHADOWUNTERS ATTENDING MUNDANE COLLEGES

“Dude, college kids don’t give a shit,” Tavvy laughed. “You could walk into a lecture covered in runes, holding a seraph blade and they wouldn’t give you a second look.”

“Cause they are chill?”

“Yes. But mostly cause they are dead inside,” Tavvy chuckled.

Surprisingly that's exactly what my grade 6 prefect told me (DAMN WHY AM I ALWAYS REMEMBERING GRADE 6 IT'S BEEN YEARS. that was a horrible year *shudders*)

ANJALI IS A CENTURION

LMAO THIS IS WHAT RAFAEL MEANT WHEN HE SAID HE WOULDNT WANT TO GO TO THE SCHOLOMANCE FOR PERSONAL REASONS

I still ship them.

“The meeting is going to go perfe-What is SHE doing here?”

Well, that was a quick change-

Unlike Aunt Maia, Lily did not like to be called Aunt Lily. So, Rafael respected her wishes. Max of course continued to call her Aunt Lily and sometimes Abeula Lily since his brother had a pathological condition of pissing people off.

THAT'S SO MAX OMG JHSXUHSCUHISDHUHUKIDVS

great now I miss Raphael

I HAVE A CLASS IN 7 MINUTES STOP MAKING ME CRY

that is so thoughtful of him though...

tears.

“There are no photos of Raphael,” Lily sighed.

“Because he is a vampire?” Tavvy asked sympathetically.

“Because he is Raphael,” she grinned. “Vampires can most certainly take photos. You should follow me on Instagram. My handle is simp_for_carstairs.”

Of course, it is. No one is surprised.

Tavvy picked one up, took a large bite and it threw it back immediately. “Holy shit, that’s spicy!”

“White,” Lily and Anjali snorted at the same time.

white people and their bland foods smh

“She is not wrong,” Lily nodded seriously. “I’m a Jem Carstairs fan first and a vampire second.”

As she should be

UHDSUHDFSUHFDH ANJALI AND RAFAEL COMPETING ABOUT WHO'S LILY'S FAVORITE

He observed Anjali’s long dark hair spilled over her shoulders as her eyes stayed on Lily – sharp, protective and beautiful.

"Beautiful"

I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO

I'm THE DAMN CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

FUCKING RUMORS

I'm GONNA KILL SOMEONE

“Shadowhunters are awful gossips,” Anjali said. “Let’s not waste our time with this nonsense.”

There was something in her voice. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

No, wait I want to know what was in her voice.

But no. It couldn’t be. They weren’t dating.

YET

Rafael was sure there was something more than friendship between them. But David was polite to a fault and Max was an oblivious little shit. So, obviously nothing had happened yet.

OH MY GOD THESE TWO

But this was different. He would tolerate rumours about himself. But he would not tolerate rumours about his family.

I and Rafael will beat up the people who spread these rumors together :D

“She once told me she likes sipping tea more than drinking blood.

I-

same.

NOT THAT I DRINK BLOOD-

RAFAEL LMAO NO

"I hate her she's so annoying"

continues to daydream about her and how tall she'd be without those boots, lies to tavvy about her dating someone

Why did he do that? What was the purpose? Did he not want other people to date just because he wasn’t dating anyone?

And he calls Max oblivious.

oh class started

shit

IDC IDC I'LL STILL BE READING

LEXI AND SELENA ARE AT THE ACADEMY

JACE HYPER FIXATING ON THINGS BECAUSE HE'S BORED IS SUCH A MOOD

“David and I added rosemary to this one,” Uncle Jace wiped his hands on his apron. “It has definitely improved the taste, hasn’t it?”

“Save me,” David mouthed from behind the man.

LMAO POOR DAVID

“Empty nest syndrome,” Rafael chuckled. “I’m glad neither Max nor I had to leave home. My fathers are much worse.”

He remembered his first sleepover at the institute. His parents had waited for “an excruciating hour” before crashing the institute and joining the sleepover themselves.

yup, that's them.

“David,” Rafael grinned. “Are you afraid of my father?”

“What? No! He is the just a regular person…who can throw me in the silent city any time he wants,” David rambled and then shook his head. “Where is Max?”

He tried to sound nonchalant. But Rafael noted the way the other boy’s eyes fluttered every time he said Max’s name.

Just the way a crooked smile appeared on his brother’s lips every time someone said David’s name.

Idiots

ok, there is so much to unpack here.

DAVID HAS A VALID REASON OK??

These two are such IDIOTS HUSDUHISCUIDSVCUIHVSDUHI

“Max said Bapak is biased, and that he needs an unbiased tutor. Uncle Ragnor volunteered,” Rafael chuckled. “God bless the poor man.”

“Max isn’t that bad,” David replied.

“Looks like you’re biased too, David,” Rafael winked and picked up a spare bow from the training room.

of course, he is.

G-FORCE KJHSDCUISDYUKDFSUYKDSVYUSFD

oh shit

WHO DID WHAT THIS TIME

what's the rumor and who do I need to kill

He didn’t know her well. But she knew a lot about him. Just as she knew a lot about the twins. She was one of those people who was oddly invested in his life just because Rafael happened to the Consul’s son.

what is her problem?

what the fuck

I need a minute

I need a minute to digest that

I'm so glad I closed my camera in class

what the actual fuck did she just say

tell me I'm hallucinating

times like these I wish I was Jared 19

no, because I'm actually speechless right now

Paige and Irene need therapy

OH SHE WENT THERE

“Paige, that’s enough!” the Dean snapped at her. “How dare you talk to him that way? You talk about warlock corruption but where all of you when Valentine exploited Jace and Clary? Where was this moral obligation when Valentine lied to his children and played with their feelings as if they were nothing but toys to be controlled and manipulated? I’m sick of shadowhunters victim blaming children instead of holding people like Valentine accountable.”

THANK YOU

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIMON

I feel like we all focus so much on the "incest" and hate on clace we forget that this part of the story was literally an abuser seeing that the victim was recovering and took the only thing which made him happy from him

I can't believe this

“Children have been suffering for a long time now, Paige,” Uncle Jace said now, his fists balled at his sides. “Where were you when Alec proposed the child protection bill? We didn’t see any of you supporting it.”

“We had other priorities,” the older woman replied. “People were dying! It was not the right time for a new law. We could have always signed that bill later. There was no rush!”

OTHER PRIORITIES MY ASS BITCH FUCK YOU

hey just realizing Rafael is the token straight

I'M SORRY IM TRYING TO DISTRACT ME

“The Cohort who made children kill themselves to prove a point?” Uncle Simon asked dryly. “That Cohort?”

I am so close to either crying or killing someone or both.

This was Max’s spot since it had the best Wi-Fi coverage.

yeah trust me I spend all the time in the guest room because it has the best wifi coverage or the study.

MAX IS SMOKING TOO

YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

oh wait

oh they might be alec's

yeah

For the next thirty minutes, Max paced around the room, threatening to portal all the shadowhunters to hell.

Then he went on about a plan to attack the cohort and portal them all to hell too.

He kept talking about portalling people to hell.

MAX YES LET'S DO IT!!!!

But here is the thing about people, they don’t get to you. You get to them.

They simply say something and leave. They probably don’t even mean the things they say or lose sleep over it. But it wasn’t the same for you. You obsess over it. You stay awake at night and let it consume your dreams.

YES! To others, it's just words. meaningless. to you, the effect can be so so deep. it's not easy to always brush them off.

NO MAGNUS

THAT'S IT

MAX AND I ARE PORTALLING PEOPLE TO HELL

WE'RE DOING IT

why do we hurt others?

my teacher: ill take a test on this chapter. all 20 units

me: softly crying because people are little shits and they hurt others.

“Fuck everyone else,” dad hissed. “They’ve hurt our family enough.”

EXACTLY. LEAVE THEM ALONE.

“I am simply being honest with you,” Dad interrupted. “I could never be okay when you are away from me. But I will manage. Max is going to raise hell though. So, that’s going to be fun.”

AS HE SHOULD

Neither Rafael nor Max would never admit it out loud, but on the day of that sleepover, on the day their parents had crashed the institute bcause they had missed the kids too much…Rafael and Max had been only a moment away from calling their parents to come pick them up.

He's right though.

it'll take time. lots of it maybe.

BUT THE ACTUAL AUDACITY.

It fucked with his mind so much.

Rafael...ALRIGHT WHERE ARE MY FLAMETHROWERS

“DAD! BAPA! WAKE UP! RAFE IS TRYING TO RUN AWAY!”

MAX REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY LITTLE BROTHER

He had forgotten about the bloody paperwork. Shadowhunters on their travel year had to notify the Clave and get their paperwork in order.

Well, it shouldn’t be a problem since the Clave was standing across the hall.

EXACTLY

Because it was killing him. It was killing him not to be lying on the couch, his head resting on his Bapak’s lap just like every other Saturday morning.

It was killing him not to touch, not to love, not to care.

GET MY FLAMETHROWERS AND CANNIBAL GOLDFISHES WE HAVE SOME WORK TO DO

(goddamn every class I have taken so far the teacher has told us there is a test coming up it's 9 am in the morning.)

His brother growled at that like the little feral animal that he was.

that's adorable actually.

“Fine,” Max rolled his eyes. “Does this mean I can also travel? There is a Twenty One Pilots concert in Sydney and-”

“Nice try,” Dad said. “But no. You are staying here.”

“Excuse me, but what about my healing?” Max demanded. “I’ve been traumatised by this thing.”

“You can go to therapy,” Rafael winked at this brother.

Therapy is boring but useful so-

He needed to survive this. So, he decided to go back to the place he had learned how to survive in the first place.

He needed to go back home.

UGLY CRYING WHILE TAYLOR SWIFT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND MY HISTORY CLASS IN 2 MINUTES

I'm so proud of him for this...

I still say we kill these people.

JOAQUIN AND JULIETTE

UHISDCUIHFSDUGUIDFVDSDVFJHGDFVHUKDVHUKVF

Camilla Alvarez.

well well.

OH THEY KISSED

“Right,” Rafael had said. “Gap year. Besides, I do talk them. My brother threatened to paint my room in hot pink if I don’t text him every day.”

hands max a pint of paint HAVE AT IT

Max: Also – New Rumour. Dalliance between Lily and Tavvy.

Rafe: OMFG WHAT

Max: They are running with it and freaking old n*philim out.

AS THEY SHOULD UFUHIFUIHFUIHKFU

THE CENSORED N*PHILIM I'M SCREAMING

“He is hot.”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah. I hear that a lot.”

“Your dad looks kinda scary,” she pointed out.

Rafael laughed again. “Yeah. I kinda hear that a lot too.”

I'm liking this ship...

I'M STILL LOYAL TO THE RAFAEL AND ANJALI SHIP

but I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's getting the space he needs

Dad: Jst found legal age fr drnkng in Buenos Aires is 18.

Rafe: ????

Dad: I hv friends thr.

Rafe: ???

Dad: Thy r watchn u.

Rafe: Creepy but okay.

HJSDCGUIHJGSDCYUICVXUHVUHKDV

THE BOY'S DRINKING Y'ALL

Do it

MILA IS GOING TO NY!!

I like her. she's nice.

He was leaving soon. He didn’t see the point in lying to her. “I ran away from home. Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I hurt someone I love,” Rafael confessed. “The person I love most in the world.”

honey, it wasn't your fault... hugs

Shit. Why wasn’t Bapak going to the accords signing? He had been there for every single one since the very first time.

no no no no is something wrong?? I'm worried.

“You look taller,” Rafael told his brother who hadn’t grown an inch.

LMAO

Max and I are vertically challenged.

“Rafe, go to talk to him. Or I will tell everyone you’ve been smoking in the balcony!”

So, he was going to pin this on him, huh? This little shit.

well-

“You’ve progressed from freaking to fucking,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the fucking point, Rafael!” Max said in exasperation.

“You did it again,” Rafe pinched Max’s cheek. “My little brother is all grown up now. Linguistically I mean.”

“Dick."

I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

When he had gone back to Buenos Aires, the place was completely different - even the shadow market.

There were no abandoned children in the streets. There were no racist and ignorant leaders exploiting innocent downworlders.

There was only growth.

His father had done that. Alec Lightwood had helped Joaquin and his people create a new world in Buenos Aires.

This shows how much people can flourish under good leadership if they really try.

YOU KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THESE NOTES DOWN, NOT CRYING OVER THIS.

“I will protect our family. I will protect our friends. I will protect those who ask for my protection. But I will not tolerate their hate. I will not turn my head and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Because it does hurt and that’s not okay.”

Rafael smiled at that. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not okay.”

“The accords is important. But so am I. There is no point in signing a treaty that is meant to value equality if I have to sign it while being surrounded by those who refuse to respect me or my identity. I simply cannot do it, Rafael. I hope you understand.”

I'm sobbing like YES YOU DONT OWE THEM SHIT. THESE UNGRATEFUL BITCHES.

“It’s taken me a while to realize this. But I don’t owe the nephilim anything,” Bapak said firmly. “It’s about time they realize that too.”

YES EXACTLY

“I’ve known shadowhunters for a long time, Rafael. Good ones. Bad ones. All kinds of them – and shadowhunters have always defined themselves by their love. Not by your weapons. Not by your runes. Not by your last names. Not by your laws. Shadowhunters have always defined themselves by love. So, don’t ever let them take that away from you.”

I want this on a T-shirt. These damn shadowhunters and their love.

“Like the Accords Hall kiss?” Rafael grinned.

“It’s the stupidest thing your father had ever done – which is really saying something,” his father laughed. “But it’s also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. And that’s how I knew.”

affectionate sigh that's alec.

“Good. Max is sitting in the porch and singing All by Myself,” Tessa chuckled and closed the door. “Just thought you should know!!”

Rafael giggled at that. “He must have given you hell.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bapak shrugged, and Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I might have promised to buy him a car when he turns 18.”

“You’re hoping he would stop aging by then, aren’t you?” Rafael chuckled.

Max is so dramatic I aspire to be like him.

Blue banners when the lost return, the shadowhunter rhythm said.

Rafael had returned home – and he was no longer lost.

I'm ok I say as I cry during my history class

I'm so proud of him.

“Well, that needs to be rectified immediately,” Dad said in the Consul Voice and literally yelled. “I am about to kiss my son – on both cheeks! You better gossip about this too!”

“Oh my god, stop!” Rafael giggled and tried to escape.

“YAS!” he heard Uncle Jace yelled from somewhere. “GIVE US A FOREHEAD KISS TOO!”

THEY ARE SO DRAMATIC I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH.

THEM ADDING TO THE ACCORDS AS THEY SHOULD OMG

“The hell is hate speech?” someone asked.

Do you not have a dictionary you uncultured swine

“There is a very clear difference between free speech and hate speech,” Cristina Rosales pointed out. “The fact that you don’t seem to know that is all the more reason for us to include this provision.”

YES CRISTINA

“By the angel,” an old man gasped. “There is no need to be so emotional. The younger generation can be such snowflakes.”

What if I just strangles him

“Discriminatory language?” a woman demanded. “What does that even mean?”

“Calling vampires bloodsuckers,” Lily Chen answered.

“Calling warlocks demon spawns,” Ragnor Fell pointed out.

“Calling werewolves fleabags,” Maia Roberts declared.

“Calling faeries half-breeds,” Kieran Kingson all but yelled.

The fact that they have had to deal with this shit for YEARS. (also why Kingson? isn't Kieran the king?)

THE QUEEN HERSELF IS HERE Y'ALL

“Which one of you shitheads said hate speech is harmless?” Anjali demanded, her voice booming over everyone and everything else.

YES ANJALI

Anjali had a grin of her own. “While that might true, Paige, there is most certainly a law on child protection. You didn’t just hurt Magnus Bane. You also hurt his son. Section 7 of the Child Protection Bill states that any person who physically or emotionally injures a child through ill-treatment, neglect, abandonment or abuse is guilty of breaking the covenant.”

“Damn straight!” someone yelled from the crowd – it sounded suspiciously like Kit.

CALL THESE BITCHES OUT YES

“Rafael is not a child!” someone yelled again. A lot of them this time. “It’s still not illegal. The law doesn’t say so!”

“By the angel, for someone who is obsessed with the law you people seem to know nothing about it,” Anjali said in exasperation. “The child protection law defines a child as a person under 18 years OR younger. The incident happened when he was still 18. It’s illegal.”

YES ANJALI FUCK THESE PEOPLE

“I’m the Inquisitor’s daughter,” she said. “Next time, think twice before you quote the law at me.”

SHOW THEM, QUEEN

How did she know his birthday????

ahem

“So, if you do hurt him emotionally, you can still be implicated. You will face charges and you can possibly be stripped of your runes,” Anjali pointed out seriously. “Now I ask you again. Does anyone else have to say anything about him?”

There was absolute silence then.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” Anjali spat. “I literally had to mention the stripping of your marks for you to respect another person’s basic rights. If you give half the value you place on your precious runes to other people, we wouldn’t be in exile right now.”

The Cohort looked terrified – of Anjali or their future in the Clave, Rafael didn’t know.

“People are dying,” Anjali said, her voice heavy now. “Our people are fucking dying, and you seem to be more bothered with who is sleeping with whom. Shame on you. Shame on all of you!”

She turned to the Council. The Inquisitor looked like he was going to cry from pride. Rafael’s dad looked half terrified but mostly impressed. Lily was blowing kisses at Anjali. The other downworld leaders looked quite pleased.

Shadowhunters are so fucking bigoted and narrow-minded. I'm seething right now.

also, alec looking scared-

“THAT’S THE BEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Emma Carstairs yelled.

“Goddamn, I wish Magnus was here to see this,” Uncle Jace grinned. “That was satisfying as hell.”

“No worries, I recorded the whole thing!” Kit put up his hand.

YES YES AND YES

“Fuck the Cohort,” Rafael giggled.

“Actually, I would prefer you use the word screw,” his father pointed out. “Screw the Cohort!”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “I am allowed to swear once in a while.”

“No, you are not,” Dad said firmly – this man was so not ready to meet Max’s new persona. “As your friend pointed out, you are still a child.”

Alec seeing Max curse left and right: 👁️👄👁️

"She hates me!"

“Rafael, she stood up for you in front of the entire Clave. She fought the Cohort. It was incredibly brave. I wish she had spoken to me before without causing all the chaos. So, it was a little stupid of course. But still brave.”

Stupid but brave.

YESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING!!!

ANJALI WHO HURT YOU

WHO DARED TO

Names. Give me names NOW

Jaime no...please no not Jaime.

please please, please

ok, I searched it up. And he can get treatment. He can live. It doesn't have to be serious. please, Jaime...

“If you ever tell anyone you saw me crying, I will drag you to Idris and drown you in Lake Lyn.”

This is such an Anjali thing to say.

OOO MILLA (Mila?) MESSAGED!!! Is there gonna be some sort of love triangle here??

me who despises love triangles (aside from TID of course): ...

BUT SINCE IT'S YOU I'M SURE IT'LL BE AMAZING. I'm still nervous about this though...

UHCUHDVUKDVHUKVHUVHM I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO SO MUCH IT WAS A LITERAL ROLLERCOASTER AND ANJALI QUEEN I LOVE

see ya on Friday!!

OKAY I AM LOVING THIS ENERGY BUT PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR CLASSES FJKSDFHJKSJFHKD I PROMISE THE STORY IS GOING TO BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK LOL.

But I am so glad you like it. Amidst all your screaming and chaos, I always find very perceptive and profound observations. It's fantastic! I love it so much!

Thank you for enjoying LBAF - and good luck with your tests!!!

#lbaf

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saltedsour · 4 years ago

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tutorial level lore (for real)

i didnt proofread this after 1.75 hours of typing and that's your fault because i said so

expect typos and nonsense

CORRUPTED:

everybody forgets about him like wtf,,,.???? i swear everybody just goes "HIIIII IM SO HAPPY ALL FOUR OF US ARE HERE" "please i'm right here"

playlist mode also forgot about him 😢

to be fair i forgot about them until right as i started typing

also needs a hug. actually fuck that they all need a hug

the,,, the shortest,,... i i cannot..... they're short oh my gosh

probably one of those wiggly cactus fucks but like angry at everything

also the youngest out of all of em.... babeyyyyyyyy...

110% has a cool scarf i mean come on guys

ok to differentiate between corruption and this fucker's name i'm gonna give him a capital C at the start

tbh they all have that certain vibe that i can't explain rn rn but corrupted and blixer the most so uhhhhhh they vibe together share a vibe yeah

unironically dabs

probably the less focused on MURDERING spicy player shapes

"Okay look ASSHOLES I was the first out all of us to be pink so y'all should really treat me with more respect" they don't

has the best song and ill fight you over that

would look rlly cool if they were like....... not Corrupted just not them

glares at chronos every time he says wink out loud.

his last name's probably kyle

CHRONOS:

doesnt have a face anymore. it's a clock now.

NO his face doesn't mostly tell the time accurately and that pisses logic off the most.

ironically dabs

maybe the tallest but maybe logic's taller i haven't rlly decided yet ok ok

he cant right now he's dunking his bible in milk

rlly wants to eat food sometimes so he just yeets like fucking corn flakes at his face. milky ways also sometimes yeets corn flakes at his face.

"Wowwwww you guys have FACES??? smh."

maybe believes the world is flat

types for 20 minutes after you insult him online

would set fire to the tree of life and watch every second of them burning

the tree's probably fireproof tho and like i don't think fighting the fucking shape goddess went well last time??? didn't it??? now u dont have to worry abt getting ur face hurt that's for sure

Probably part enderman at this point like what the fuck how did you get out of that locked room???? You just see him fucking leave out of another room like OK CHRONOS

says wink out loud

does the most jobs for the tree (outside of what they all usually do)

what they're supposed to do (teach those spicy player shapes to not die) isn't what they actually do now (try to kill spicy player shapes unless they're good enough to not die and get the fuck out of there!!!)

Genuinely misses having a face.

MILKY WAYS:

she has the most braincells. and eyes. three eyes. (and three braincells)

second shortest,!!! will fight you

probably the most reliable at reading anything

"okay guys it's been fun but i'm going to space now" *walks out of the room*

probably would be like rlly competitive in video games and like whenever they suddenly win when you were about to win you hear them gleefully cackling thats actually rlly wholesome wtf me

"guys is the world flat yes or no" "does my life depend on the answer???" "YES. YES IT DOES, CHRONOS." "uuuuuuuHHhhHHhhHh"

probably added megalovania to the group's playlist (if they had one.................)

the tree of life definitely once yeeted the fucker she just grabbed her fucking face and went YEET!!!!! no idea why but that 100% happened

played minecraft and left a review saying there wasn't enough squares

fought Corrupted and won

"i'm gonna munch. i'm gonna crunch" just steals somebody's fucking c h i p s and SPRINTS away

strong shitpost energy tbh??

doesn't know the difference between astronomy or astrology

nobody can see any stars™️ where they live and she rlly wants to see stars™️ (it's her aesthetic ok) (smh) (you wouldn't get it)

they might just be in the fuckign void thats not rlly an aesthetic

LOGIC GATEKEEPER:

doesn't understand most memes tbh

YAAYYYYYY SECOND TALLEST.... or NOT!!!!!!!!!!

"guys ur not being logical....... 💔"

would whisper wikipedia articles to you <3

i'd say they could do the best maths out of everybody but rlly i dont trust them with 1 + 1

unironically would type like... this... sometimes...

"guys why are you awake it's like 3 am" "shut the fuck up logic we're eating stolen c h i p s"

probably has rlly cool legs (i forgot to delete this but now i'm kinda liking what me 10 minutes ago said)

they maybe broke 1 law but it was just one of the laws of reality (like a fucking nerd smh)

T-poses regularly to assert dominance over the three shorter peasants.

actually the only one that still likes the tree of life. "GUYS GUYS SHE'S COOL WTF???" "logic please she fucking deleted my face"

fought Corrupted once and lost

favourite flavour drink is water

everybody probably calls them logic because saying three more syllables is just too hard

BLIXER. THAT FUCK:

angry!!

also dabs but maybe???? ironically (he doesn't know either anymore)

wtf he's directly middle height to everybody (bht he's taller than everybody in that stinky new game form though so good for him)

punches stuff!!!!!

"guys where are my c h i p s"

he has a pupil but only sometimes for no reason

probably went into the tutorial gang like wayyyy after everybody else so he's the new shape™️

"hey guys check out this neat selfie" he just shows them an image of sans

kinda "died" but he actually just took over the world

the tree of life also tells everybody what they need to know rn rn so like she just went "heyyy yeah he died 😭 have fun guys" and went off to go be mean to him for like. ever.

he is a cat. he will never forget that. everybody keeps reminding him plEASE GUYS

ahhhhhhhhhh!! water scary

types for a fucking hour if you insult him online

rlly needs a hug

tired 24/7

probably wears a hoodie. all the time. even in the summer.

most focused on spicy player shape murder.

#long post #jsab #just shapes and beats #this is honestly where i peak at with comedy tbh

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lordmomohismomoness · 4 years ago

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Oneshots - Fluffy

A Matter of Appearances by Chromeknickers

Rated T 7K words Completed 2011

Zuko and Katara serve tea at Iroh's shop, which leads to Zuko and Katara getting shamelessly hit on. Their solution to their pervert woes? Pretend to be a jealous couple in order to scare off the grab-happy folks of Ba Sing Se.

Closet Negotiations by Rashaka

Rated T 3K words Completed 2006

Empty closets are good for lots of things. As Katara is going to find out, hiding is just one of them.

Sometimes I Really Wanna Kick You by Footinmouthed

Rated T 10K words Complete 2014

A/U Zutara: Katara may be the youngest intern Azulon Agencies has ever taken on, but that doesn't stop her from yelling at the CEO's son... and then... falling in love with him?

Unwanted Correspondence by Aurcras

Not Rated 1K words Complete 2020

it's a love letter, and he's not jealous. not at all.

Just Improvise by Boogum

Rated T 2K words Complete 2018

Fortunately, Sokka was a quick thinker and had come up with a plausible excuse for why the gaang, or what appeared to be the Avatar and his travelling companions, were at the Ember Island marketplace. Unfortunately, that same "genius plan" meant that the officials now thought they were a group of travelling actors. And the crowd happened to be Zutara shippers. Whatever that meant.

Rounding The Edges by Sadladybug

Rated T 10K words Complete 2015

It can take some grit and hard work to grind out the sharp edges, but the effort can produce something that shines. A Zutara oneshot in which Katara learns a few new things about Zuko, including the fact that he may be very difficult to live without. Featuring unexpected teamwork, tense training moments, and more than a few awkward conversations. Canon compliant(ish), Book Three beginning sometime between TSR and EIP.

Written for the 2015 Zutara Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr.

When you say "it's gonna happen now" by Pentaghastly

Rated M 5K words Complete 2020

She should have known.

Still, it takes four weeks, several photo exchanges, hundreds of blush-inducing messages, and three days for Katara to realize that Lee, Age 23, Ten Kilometers Away—

Lee is Zuko.

Zuko has seen her bra.

She really, really should have known.

Masquerade by Cathie_writes_things

Rated G 3K words Completed 2018

Zuko sneaks out as the Blue Spirit to look for the Avatar in Ba Sing Se. He ends up accidentally crashing a masquerade party in the upper ring, where a familiar blue-eyed girl decides to take an interest in him.

He hadn't meant for any of this to happen.

Burgundy and Blue by Anothersilenttwriter

Rated T 3K words Completed 2020

Zuko didn't know who she was until it was too late.

He wanted so desperately to believe in something, anything. His whole life had been centered around destiny and honor, and always something bigger than him that he was just comfortable being around a spirit stronger than him. But to find out his new source of hope at his lowest point was nothing more than a girl, well he was disappointed.

But he learns that it isn't too bad.

The Painting by The_savage_daughter_0627

Rated M 3K words Completed 2020

Katara is roped into attending an art gallery by her boss, where his nephew's work is being displayed. She runs into a pretty cute guy with an interesting scar by a painting. He asks what she thinks, she critiques it, and then things get real awkward, real quick.

Written for Zutara Week 2020 prompt "Celestial". Reposted.

The Brownstone by The_savage_daughter_0627

Rated M 5K words Completed 2020

Katara meets up with Zuko for her first modeling job, and realizes she may be in over her head as she realizes there is more to the young artist than meets the eye.

Sequel to "The Painting", so if you haven't read that yet, DO IT!!!

The Lucky Dragon - A Short Zutara by Damagectrl

Rated G 16K words Complete 2019

With no 100 Year War ever happening and an aging Avatar Aang meditating any scuffles, there isn’t much threat of annihilation from the other nations. Nature, however, is another story. After an algae bloom decimates the local fish population and sends the tribe to the brink of starvation, the Southern Water tribal elders are approached by Fire Lord Iroh and offered access to Fire Nation fishing waters until the fish repopulate.

In exchange: his beloved nephew needs an escort to his cousin’s coronation. Everyone seems in begrudging agreement. Except Katara, who after being requested for the task, flees and accidentally ends up on the last island she wanted to be on with a man and his young, friendly dragon - Druk

When Eyes Meet by Dyce

Rated T 4K words Complete 2013

Katara and Zuko have an embarrassing chance encounter during season one. After that, every time their eyes meet, they're more drawn to each other.

Gonna Kiss You In My Arms by Babyfairy

Rated G 1K words Completed 2018

Beneath his mask, he smiles. She's looking for him and he knows it.

I feel something (when I see you now) by Glowgal

Rated T 5K words Completed 2020

Zuko hasn’t thought about high school in years. Of course he thinks about Katara from time to time - a man never forgets his first unrequited crush. But she's nothing more than a fond memory, a relic from simpler times.

Then Katara gets cast in a fucking Blue Spirit movie.

And yeah, Zuko’s thinking about high school again.

Katara is famous and it's just a lot for Zuko to deal with. Then he bumps into her in a Rite-Aid.

Let those colors run (now you're having fun) by Glowgal

Rated T 4K words Completed 2020

“Everything ok?” Zuko asks. “Did some asshole ask you what’s in your bag again?”

“Everything’s fine,” Katara laughs, and she knows, suddenly and surely, that she wants nothing more than to have him on her arm at this event and every event for as long as he’ll have her. “I just have something I’ve got to ask you.”

Katara is not allowed to take Zuko to the premiere of the Blue Spirit movie. So naturally, she's taking him.

The Sexless Innkeeper by Gemgirl28

Rated M 2K words Completed 2020

Katara keeps accidentally spending the night with Zuko. Or does she?

VERY loosely inspired by the episode of How I Met Your Mother by the same name.

Pumpkin Patch Proposal by The_savage_daughter0627

Rated G 3K words Completed 2020

Zuko is a nervous wreck as he prepares to ask Katara to marry him.

The strength of my convictions by Antarcticas

Rated G 2K words Completed 2020

“I’m glad that I don’t have to account for more terrible lawbreakers coming here.”

“You’re happy with this one?” he asks teasingly as he pulls her closer to him.

“Yeah,” she looks up into the mask’s terrifying visage — it should be worrisome that she doesn’t know what lies beneath it but she trusts the Blue Spirit implicitly. She has for the past several months. Her lips curve up and then she buries her face into his warm black outfit, his smoky and spicy scent comforting. “Yeah, I am.”

Katara's got a man wearing a mask in her apartment. Blutara.

Angsty:

Fault lines by antarcticas

Rated G 3K words Completed 2020

Zuko loves Mai. Zuko loves the resilience in her eyes, the beautiful fire under her skin, the courage of her touch and the strength of her countenance.

Zuko loves Mai. Zuko—

Zuko cannot stop thinking of Katara.

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curewhimsy · 4 years ago

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More Shiro-Sora things

I haven’t uploaded these tidbits to tumblr yet.

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—Catchphrases— Iroha says “nyaa” at times SeeU has a habit of saying “meow” Dex says “woof” sometimes Nigaito’s verbal tic is “gyuu” Miki says “Chun chun!” A lot... to be cute. Haku tends to say “Uwaah!” A lot. Uta’s catchphrase is “Yare yare...” (“Good grief...”) Taya’s catchphrase is “Is that sou, desu ne?” (“Sou desu ne” is basically “Is that so?” in Japanese. I combined the two. —Quirky behavior— Lapis carries around a toy wand and pretends to cast spells. Anon is just... chaotic neutral, in the way Luana and Isadore (OCs) are. She does things like eating Lunchables in the bathtub at midnight in the dark to prove that Lunchables float. Why midnight, and why in the dark? Because she doesn’t want dust bunnies to see her boobs. She’s also a very skilled mime. Kanon is wacky, and chaotic good. Like Luana and Isadore (OCs) but in a different way than Anon. She’s the type of person to immediately press a random button she found that says “Do not press.” She likes to annoy people with sound effects from her slide-whistle. She also likes playing dramatic kazoo. She also has clown skills, like juggling, and the ability to ride a unicycle. Teto is like Fuuko (Clannad) Taya is smart and dignified but... very clumsy and naive as well. Uta is badass, but kind of “chaotic dumb” in certain ways. Sometimes she forgets to do her homework while doing her homework. Don’t ask. Taya loves sweets, and his favorite is strawberry shortcake. He is also a good pastry chef... Uta is horrible at cooking! She is so horrible, that she makes things mega-explode! She is so horrible, she needs Taya to cook for her just so she can get by! Gakupo has some pretty sick ninja skills, just saying. Miki sometimes slips into “animated mode,” where she begins to act like a cute shoujo anime protagonist. Miki also sometimes runs with bread in her mouth when she’s late for school. When Ruko was late for school, she ran to school with an entire plate of breakfast in her mouth! Taya gets completely drunk after just a few sips of alcohol... Haku sure can hold her alcohol. She can beat everyone in a drinking contest... Nigaito is endearingly moe. He likes drawing pictures. Miki sometimes lends him cute manga about hamsters, his favorite animal. Ruby likes starfish for some reason. She always assumes every star-shaped item is supposed to be a starfish... Taya’s recorded voice has a tendency to break headphones. Nobody knows exactly why. Ruko is a very big eater. Akari likes stars. Ruby likes starfish. Piko likes stargazing. Yukari likes star celebrities. Nigaito likes the Big Dango Family song. Ruby tries to convince him that starfish are cuter and proposes the Big Starfish Family. Taya and Momo get into a rather heated argument over whether strawberries or peaches are better. Uta asks herself why she’s surrounded by airheads. Uta buys Taya a strawberry Squishmallow for his birthday. In no time, Taya is able to think of a personality and an extensive backstory for his new plush friend... Uta is impressed. Yukari fakes being mysterious and sophisticated to impress IA. It doesn’t work. —Funny Moments brainstorm!— Group chemistry! Misunderstandings... One time Taya tried playing Uta’s violin instead of his usual cello. He played an earsplitting tune and ended up breaking the violin. Not only does it just break, it comically explodes into little pieces! 46 of them to be exact... Taya mistook one of Akaito’s spicy habanero peppers as a new type of strawberry. He ate it, and it was so spicy that he temporarily lost the ability to speak.

“He’s just standing there... menacingly!” -Len, talking to Rin, referring to Kaito “Why did you set me on fire, Uta? Why didn’t you just write your essay?” -Taya ”Qingxian, I used your clarinet to unclog the toilet...” -Taya ”I am the darkness, I am the edge! I got this bruise falling from the ledge! Oh yeah!” -Zatsune “My voice is just naturally bass-boosted, I guess.” -Akaito ”You make the bass drop in my heart! I want to be together, with you.” -Yuuma, to Mizuki, in front of... everyone ”People all look the same to me. They all have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, arms, and legs. But Taya... you’re different. I can tell your soul apart.” -Uta “Take my hand... I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen.” -Taya. He was practicing lines from a short play he wrote himself. This captures Uta’s heart... “Take my hand... I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen... Now, shall we go?” -Taya, this time for real. He is reaching his hand out to Uta. He is trying to comfort her after an emotional moment. Both of them are about to cry. This is right before he confesses his love to her at the top of a hill under the stars.

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Random details- Taya is very polite, and selfless. He's always willing to do favors for people. He speaks in polite language. He bows at many occasions (Even in this universe that takes place in the USA, and not Japan.) He is humble as well. These may seem like quirks or obsessions as first, but it stems from his feeling of obligation to do things for people and "not be a burden," because he had friends and teachers who treated him like a burden before. When his anemia caused him to faint or miss classes, everyone treated him as a burden. When he starts hanging out with Uta, she comments on how he feels like a butler and tells him to loosen up, it's okay to be a bit more relaxed, and selfish even. Uta is pretty sarcastic, blunt, and sort of kuudere, so it'll be interesting to see her with the pure Taya Uta just lost her passion to depression, but that's touched on eventually/later She's all like "I hate life" but that's because of depression Taya tries to help out Uta and make her smile but... he ends up upsetting her... When Taya finds out how depressed Uta really is he starts crying for her and saying "I'm sorry..." and Uta is like "Why are you crying? Nothing is your fault..." And Taya apologizes again and says it's a habit that he feels responsible for his friend's sadness. Uta hugs him. "I haven't been able to cry for years, so I'm a bit jealous..." She says. "But... I still don't want you to cry though... I like to see your smile, ok?" Well I think the day Uta finally cries is when something bad happens to her but Taya comes and saves her and then confesses his love for her And then come the waterworks, from both of them! ——— There are magical moments where all 46 characters come together and do or create something. Such as a musical play. Do all 46 characters eventually become a gigantic group of friends? Imagine the 46 of them renting out an entire restaurant... and all taking turns performing karaoke! ——— List the backstories, secrets, sad hidden depth, tragedies, stories... and quirks! The quirks are how we grow to fall in love with these characters before we reveal the sadness. In the novel, it all ends happily... If it ever becomes a game, well... there would be a possible “good end” and possible “bad end”... ... Haku Yowane- Haku’s story is that she’s been lonely and insecure for most her entire life. Neru Akita- Neru’s story is that she has found herself alone and misunderstood for most of her days due to her temper. Miku Hatsune- Miku’s sincere, earnest dreams are crushed and she falls into a deep depression when she is diagnosed with an illness that will progressively damage her vocal chords. Miku never sang for selfish reasons. She sang out of love. She sang to connect others. She now compares herself to a caged bird, or one with broken wings. She wants to write a song about it... but she would rather have her final song be a happy tribute to all those who have helped her. Luka Megurine- Is Luka slowly fading away from this world somehow? Teto Kasane- Is Teto a spirit or something or other? Gumi- Gumi was bullied a lot since she was young, which traumatized her. Now people show her the tiniest bit of dislike, she panics or cries. Meiko Sakine- Meiko’s parents were neglectful, leaving her to have to mature on her own. Lapis Aoki- Is Lapis simply a wish fragment? Merli Aoki- Merli is still traumatized by the tragic death of her parents. Lily- Lily wants to change her image to someone more tame. She originally became a delinquent in middle school due to her parents’ constant fighting. IA- IA’s parents are divorced. It started after her mother had a miscarriage. She would’ve had a little sister named IO. Yukari Yuzuki- Yukari feels very insecure a lot... Uta Utane- Depressed, and doesn’t see much in life. Usually bored and glum. Once a bright girl with lots of dreams. Deep inside, she is passionate and caring, really… Can it be restored? Miku Zatsune- Insecure and hates Miku Hatsune for being more popular than her... Rin Kagamine- Rin has a mysterious connection to Len. Whenever Len is sick, Rin gets sick too. If Len were to die, Rin will suddenly die as well. Len Kagamine- Len has a mysterious connection to Rin. Whenever Rin is sick, Len gets sick too. If Rin were to die, Len will suddenly die as well. Kaito Shion- Kaito is actually an adopted child... not from this world... and doesn’t belong... Akaito Shion- Dell Honne- Dell is usually in a bad mood. He currently lives with a father who barely acknowledges him. He tends to keep it all inside, and he’s really just lonely and needs to find someone to vent to. Gakupo Kamui- Yuuma- Piko Utatane- Piko is a shy and compassionate person, but whenever he opens his mouth, he sounds very strict. He is bad at socializing and making friends, which leaves him quite lonely. On top of that, he is sickly and absent from school often. Piko wishes to make a friend. Mizuki- Nigaito Shion- He is sickly and is usually under the weather... Dex- Daina- Ruby- Taya Soune- Thinks of himself as a burden... Longya Yuezheng- His younger sister Ling nearly got into a tragic accident when they were younger, traumatizing Longya. Ling Yuezheng- She feels lonely that she doesn’t have many friends and is devoting her life to studying. Momo Momone- Is always passing out randomly... SeeU- Has a mysterious illness. Ruko Yokune- Ruko was always insecure about their height, six feet and two inches tall. They always wanted to be petite and feminine, but their body wouldn’t stop growing. Ritsu Namine- Ritsu used to be a bully. He remains to have a tsundere attitude... Deep inside, he has an earnest wish to apologize to everyone he ever hurt. Ruko is one of the few people who understands and knows this about Ritsu. In his childhood, he bullied Gumi for being a “coward.” Now he wants to apologize, but... Miki- Miki is too idealistic. She sees the world through rose-tinted lenses... but what happens when those lenses shatter? Aku Yamine- She wishes to have magic... she hates the state of the world. She hates evil, which is ironic... considering her name is pronounced like the Japanese word for evil. She wishes to cast out the darkness... which is ironic because her last name has the kanji for dark. Because of this, and because she tends to be a nuisance, Aku feels as if she is just a curse. Bruno- Bruno’s mother died when he was young. Clara- Clara was bullied a lot as a child. Iroha Nekomura- Yuu- Wil- Kyo- Akari Kizuna- Cheerful and sweet, and wants to make others smile… even though many heavy thoughts are hiding behind her own smile. Qingxian Mo- Being self-absorbed, Qingxian eventually begins to take advantage of Taya’s generosity and inclination to do favors. She may seem a somewhat spoiled brat, but she is lonely... Anon- Kanon- ——— College dorm antics... ——— Supernatural elements? Does the world have magical properties? How about the characters?

List them here...

All 46 characters mysteriously acquires a crystalline “star fragment” sometime during their journey. There are 46 pieces in total. Each character mysteriously acquires one when they are fulfilled. The fragment is from their heart. At a climax scene where all 46 are present, all the pieces are put together to form a beautiful kaleidoscopic star in 46 colors. This crystalline rainbow star can grant a grand wish, any wish... What will everyone agree will be their wish?

#Shiro-sora #my writing #vocaloid #utau #fanfic #life of pastell #brainstorm

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t-khalynn-tales · 4 years ago

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Provoking Ire

Author’s Note: Originally started out as “Hey, lets write a really short, funny scene with Mei making rude gestures at people!”

~Three thousand words later...~ __________

“Mei, ya sure ya wanna do this?” Tala handed Mei the practice weapon, frowning slightly. “ ‘Cause ‘m not sure…”

Mei nodded firmly, taking the weapon in hand. It was, essentially, a plank of stout oak, longer than she was tall, with a leather-wrapped handle meant for a two-handed grip.

~Yah. T uses a sword too,~ she added, pointing to her cousin’s sword and shield, currently being guarded by a watchful blue chocobo. ~An’ T practice fights with tall folk, sometimes.~

“Well, yeah. But issa little different! I started learnin' years ago! But Mei has only been learnin' fer a little bit! Maybe gettin’ a few more lessons first would be better…?”

Mei shook her head, expression confident. ~Is fine. Mei wants ta learn like this, Mei learns best like this.~ Shifting her grip a moment, she made a fist with her right hand, and pressed it into her own chest, near her heart. ~T can trust Mei, ok?~

Tala just sighed. “Alright.”

“Yo! You popotoes done dithering yet?” the big Hyur called out, shifting from foot to foot, his own oversized practice blade resting on his shoulder. “I’m a busy man, so if you’re just gonna chicken out, just gimme the gil now so I can get a drink somewhere.”

Both lalas turned towards the speaker. Tala just grimaced in exasperation, while Mei’s eyes narrowed in irritation.

“Is only NOON!” Tala protested with a huff.

The young mercenary laughed. “Yeah, so? In case ya hadn’t noticed, shorty, Gyr Abania is hot. It’s always a good time for a drink.”

The lala just shook her head and turned back to Mei. “Anyroad. Okay, so remember ta watch how he moves. He’s got th’ longer reach, so ya hafta be quicker ‘n ‘im. ‘Specially since ya only got a big wooden stick ta attack an’ defend with.”

~Duh,~ the younger lala scoffed, still focussed more on the cocky mercenary than the advice.

“Hey, is not MY fault ya chose th’ big giant sword ta learn. Issa different kinda sword fightin than mine, so ‘m not able ta help ya wi’ that. But fer basic fightin things, yeah.”

Finally noticing the cause of Mei’s distraction, Tala flicked her cousin’s forehead. Hard.

Mei rubbed at the new bruise. ~Ow.~

“Focus, Mei!”

~Fine,~ she pouted.

“So, one part of fightin I learned from Kori is stuff like this. Sometimes when people are fightin', they can do an’ say dumb things. Like, ta break yer focus, an’ put ya on yer back foot. Kori says, easiest way fer them ta do that, is ta make ya mad. Like, callin lalas popotoes an’ stuff. So dun let ‘im trick ya inta anger, okay?"

The other lala nodded.

“An’ dun forget, YOU can use th’ same trick on ‘im, too. So, like, Kori likes ta shout mean things at ‘em. Callin’ ‘em names, tellin ‘em ta stuff their, uh, stuff inta their own backsides, ‘n things.”

Mei raised an eyebrow. ~Oh? So how ‘bout T? What does T do?~

Tala flushed slightly. “Umm… well… a-anyroad. Even if ya can’t yell at ‘im,’m sure ya can come up wi’ somethin.”

After a moment, the younger lala just grinned wickedly.

“Yo, seriously! Any time now?”

Recognizing her cousin’s mischievous expression, Tala sighed. “Just dun make ‘im TOO mad, okay? I’d hate ta get run outta town fer bustin' 'is face wi’ my shield.”

The man scoffed. “I’d like to see ya try it, shorty!”

~No promises,~ Mei retorted, gripping the practice blade in both hands as she turned to face her current "tutor."

“FI-nally! Alright, pipsqueak, let’s get started…”

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The sounds of heavy clashing wood filled the air of the small sparring yard.

It was stupid. The whole thing was just dumb. Starting with a pair of novices, sizing each other up at the small town's only training dummy. Some unsolicited criticism first, then some rude gestures and snippy commentary in return, dutifully translated by a reluctant Tala. And now this -- a "friendly" challenge and wager.

Tala was clearly against it, but could only watch anxiously from the sidelines.

So far, Mei was doing remarkably well at holding her own, despite the fresh welts and bruises both combatants were now sporting. It seemed Mei did learn quickly when thrown into the fire. Especially since her opponent was a little impatient. And not used to facing opponents so much shorter than himself.

Mei was also exceptionally good at taking advantage of that. And at being a brat about it.

The lala ducked under a wide slash, then managed to counter with an upward swing that seemed almost impossible with such a large sword. The Hyur jumped back, but not quick enough -- the blunted wooden tip managed to clip him. He fell back with a curse, clutching his left forearm.

But Mei quickly stepped forward in pursuit, switching her grip and leaping up to deliver an overhead strike. The man barely managed to adjust his own practice blade to block, grunting at the force of the blow. A little unnerved, pulled back again, blade ready to guard.

“Shit!” he spat, tensing his arm, the pain still pulsing like a jagged flame, flaring to the beat of his own heart. “What the hell!”

Mei smirked and relaxed her stance, settling her sword against her shoulder and beckoning with one hand. The insult needed no translation.

~Bring it.~

His eyes narrowed. “You’re a spicy little popoto, ain’t ya,” he sneered in response, grip tightening in anger. “Looks like I’ll have ta stomp ya back into the dirt a bit!”

Both lalas blinked in momentary confusion, trying to make any kind of sense of that. But when the man charged forward with a roar, Mei set herself for another clash.

He attempted an overhead strike of his own, intending to smack the uppity lala on the head in retribution. But Mei angled her blade to deflect most of the power of the swing and side-stepped, letting his own momentum continue to carry him forward. As his sword made contact with the dirt, she managed to spin around, slapping his butt with the flat of her own weapon. With a yelp of surprise, he lost his balance and fell.

Face first.

He lay there for a moment in stunned silence, before scrambling to his feet again.

“You little…”

Suddenly, the energy in the air shifted. Like an abrupt drop in temperature, or a sudden shadow obscuring the sun. Where before there was an atmosphere of begrudging parity and competition, now there was an invisible miasma of sheer malice.

And for just a moment, it seemed the tall Hyur’s eyes glowed an inhuman red…

He lunged forward, much quicker than before. Mei managed to barely block the first wild blow, but couldn’t move fast enough to avoid the second. Or the third. With a gasp, the wooden blade fell from her hands, pain resonating through her arm.

The fourth blow hit her in the stomach driving her to her knees, gasping for air. Wincing, she just barely managed to duck and roll out of the way from the fifth strike. She crouched to get back to her feet, only to be met with a boot to the face. Mei flew back, landing on her back with a dull thud in a small cloud of dust.

“Got anything else, runt?” she heard him growl menacingly. Blinking, Mei made out the blurry dark shape looming over her. Belligerently, she replied with a bloody smirk -- and a single shaking middle finger.

“You little…” the dark shape raised his oversized blade up high…

...and winced when a heavy coin pouch struck him in the face.

“THA’S ENOUGH! Ya won yer stupid bet, now take yer coin an’ BACK OFF!” Tala yelled, brandishing a make-shift broken broomstick handle. “Or ya really WILL get a shield ta th’ face!”

"Yeah? How ya gonna reach that high, shorty? Stepladder?"

"Nah, 'm just go gonna kick ya inna crotch ta bring yer ugly arse-face closer. Might need a jeweler's loup ta find yer itty bitty manhood, though."

"...what…?"

"Jeweler's loup? Ya know, th' thing goldsmiths use fer lookin at really small stuff? Spirits, are ya stupid too, an’ nae just ugly? ‘M feeling sorry fer yer Mum."

“Shut up, or I’ll show you ugly,” he snarled, stalking towards the shorter lala -- and subsequently away from the one laying prone on the ground.

“Ya dun gotta get closer, yer ugly face is PLENTY UGLY e’en from REALLY FAR ‘WAY!”

Mei wanted to keep watching, but her eyes were just... so... heavy. The last thing she saw was the Hyur charging her cousin’s much-smaller form in the distance.

Then darkness enfolded her in its soft embrace, and consciousness faded away.

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There was something loud going on. Mei wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it was loud. And annoying. And she was tired. Really tired. She just wanted to sleep a little more.

But as the noise went on and on and on, she realized that, as tired as she was, she wasn’t going to get that sleep right now. And that she was also not very comfortable right now. The floor was too hard, too dusty, and too hot. And something feathery hovering over her, cooing softly but insistently in her ear. Reluctantly, she managed to open her eyes, frowning against both the brightness of the sun, and at the pain echoing through her body.

She groaned silently as she tried to sit up. A blue feathered head helped support her.

“Kweh!” the chocobo scolded her softly, even as she felt healing energies continuing to flow from him into her battered face, easing some of the pain. Mei recognized Stalwart, her cousin’s blue chocobo companion, and gave him a little pat in thanks. She then turned her bleary attention to the source of all the yelling.

If she could, she would have laughed.

The big Hyur, the one she had been sparring with, lay in a heap nearby -- face clearly bruised and a little bloody. His nose was obviously very broken, and he may have lost a tooth or two. A healer in robes seemed to be tending his wounds. Another man, a Hyur, older and somewhat resembling the one bemoaning his smashed face, was standing over Tala, hands on his hips, yelling angrily.

Tala just glared back up at him defiantly, arms crossed. Despite one swollen eye, she was clearly unrepentant.

And finally, an armored miquo’te stood somewhat between them both, tail twitching ever-so-slightly. The manner of his stance and the state of his armor indicated he held some level of rank, as well as respect, in the small settlement.

“So,” the first man sneered. “What yer saying is, young Stefan here beat the little brat there in a spar, so YOU beat him up? Yourself?”

“No,” Tala corrected. “He baited her inta a wager. One he knew he’d win. Prolly ‘cause ‘es a lot bigger ‘n her, an’ also ‘cause he has more trainin’ too. But she managed ta get th’ drop on ‘im. He got ‘is feelins hurt, so got mad an’ beat her near ta unconscious. I tole ‘im ta take ‘is winnings an’ go, but he was gonna hit her again. THAT’S why I stepped in. Wouldnae been needed, if he hadnae got so mad an’ stupid.”

“Riiiiight. Short little runt like you managed to beat my boy Stefan with a broom handle.”

“Nope. Broom handle was mostly fer distraction. I just kicked ‘im inna crotch, then bashed ‘im inna face wi’ my shield,” she gestured to the round shield at her back with a thumb. “I e’en tole ‘im I was gonna do it, afore I did. Isnae my fault he didnae listen.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Khalynn, but the battering to his face wasn’t caused by just one hit,” the healer spoke up, continuing her healing duties.

The miquo’te looked at the lala inquisitively.

“Oh, yeah,” she shrugged. “He kept gettin back up an’ chargin in, so I had ta bash him inna face a few more times. Again, isnae my fault he's stupid. Oh, an’ ya might wanna get some ice fer ‘is crotch, too. I mighta stepped on ‘im a bit.”

Both men winced slightly, but the miquo’te’s lips twitched upward in hidden amusement.

“My boy has been training for over a year!” the man yelled. “He’s a good recruit, shows good promise with the greatsword! There’s no way…”

“Your boy,” Tala cut in sharply, “is undisciplined an’ too easily provoked. Also maybe a bit unscrupuled, ta be settin’ up wagers wi’ beginners, yeah? So maybe ya should teach ‘im better.”

“And who are YOU to lecture me, runt?”

“Miss Khalynn is recognized as a free paladin,” the miquo'te noted dryly. “She was also a volunteer in the healer’s division of the Twin Adders. And now she leads a small but honorable free company.”

The lala in question coughed, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“HAH! THIS runt? A paladin?”

Tala huffed, blue eyes glinting. “If ya want, I can bash YER face in wi’ my shield, too.”

“That’s enough, Dorian,” the miquo’te stated firmly. “Upon my honor, I assure you Miss Khalynn is indeed a free paladin. Unless you doubt me?”

The man immediately backed off. “No, of course not, Rakhal. You’re a man of yer word, and all. But, still, how…?”

“What, did you never witness Pipin Tarupin fight on the Bloodsands? Size does not count for everything.” Rakhal shook his head. “Now, back to the matter at hand. Miss Khalynn, do you swear to your earlier statement?”

Straightening, Tala nodded. “Aye, is truth. I give ya my word, upon my honor.”

The miquo’te nodded as well, then turned to the healer. “And Lucinne, what say you?”

The elezen woman looked up. “Well, the story plays out with what I witnessed when I got here. THIS one,” she poked her now bandaged patient, “was getting the snot beat out of him by Miss Khalynn. While THAT one, “she points to Mei, the lala in red being propped up by a blue chocobo “was laid out on the ground, with a boot print across her face. Her nose was smashed in, badly. Also there was deep bruising of her abdomen, and several nasty welts on her arms and face. Had to do a little conjury to heal her up a bit, but switched over to THIS one once Miss Khalynn was done with him.”

“Why didn’t ya heal my nose?” the young merc whined, gently nursing his bandaged nose.

The healer just snorted. “Because you’re a bully and an ass, Stefan. And it was about time someone put you in your place.”

“Now look here...” the bigger Hyur started angrily.

“No, YOU listen here!” Lucinne replied, just as hotly. “I’ve been out here in Gyr Albania since the breeching of Baelsar’s Wall. I’ve seen plenty of folk from all sorts of free companies pass through these lands. Some looking to help out restoring and reclaiming the land. Some looking to earn a quick gil. I know a thing or two about people. And Dorian, your boy is a bully. Like Miss Khalynn said, teach him better!”

With an angry huff, the healer gathered her things and left.

“Well then, I guess that settles things, then,” Rakhal decided. “Unless, of course, you have any further objections, Dorian?”

The big man mumbled something under his breath, but shook his head.

“What about my winnings?” Stefan whined.

At that the big man growled and hauled the injured young man to his feet by the collar, “Shut yer face, boy! If you think you’re good enough ta be showing off your blade skills, we’ll just have ta put ya to the test, right? Be ready fer more training tomorrow! At dawn!”

The two lalas and one miquo’te watched the big man drag the younger one away.

“I almost feel sorry for the kid,” he noted.

~Mei doesn’t!~

Tala laughed, earning a puzzled look from the armored warrior. She shook her head. “Issa bit long ta ‘xplain, Kal. But this is my cousin, Mei.”

He bowed politely. “A pleasure, Miss Mei. I am Rakhal'sae Moui, a free paladin like Miss Khalynn here. In fact, I trained with her for a time.”

Assisted by Stalwart, Mei had come closer to the chatting pair, and nodded back. The chocobo had healed most of her wounds by now, and she only had a slight headache. Nothing a good night’s rest and a good meal wouldn’t fix up. She nodded at the paladin politely, then glanced at her cousin to translate.

“Kal!” the other lala protested. “Ya know is just Tala. Dun start th’ ‘Miss Khalynn’ stuff again! An’ Mei says, ‘Is nice ta meetcha, too’ ”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Um, she can’t talk. But I can understand her. Kinda.”

“This sounds like an interesting story. Maybe you can share it over a nice meal?” he held up the pouch of gil that had been all but forgotten in the scramble.

Surprising everyone, Stalwart nimbly snatched it out of his hand. He prodded Mei gently until she extended an open palm, then plopped the pouch into her grasp.

“Well, guess Stal agrees,” Tala chuckled. “Lead th’ way, Kal.”

As they followed along, Tala turned to her cousin. “So, didya learn anythin’ from that mess?”

Mei smirked. ~Yah. T is REALLY good at makin’ insults.~

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A.N. 2: So originally, the plan was for Mei to be a Black Mage for DPS, with Dark Knight as a tanking job on the side, showing how Tala and Mei are kind of opposites -- White Mage to Black Mage, and Paladin to Dark Knight.

However, game-play wise, I rediscovered that I am in fact BAD at Black Mage, and DRK tanking just… didn’t feel right for me as a player somehow.

Luckily with Stormblood came Red Mage, a DPS class I was much more suited for. And with Shadowbringers, Mei was able to finally find a tank class that works - Gunbreaker. It’s been a lot of fun so far.

(And, thematically, having both Tala and Mei become primarily RDMs changed the focus on the cousins as well, but anyway…)

So in this story, which takes place a little bit after the close of “Greetings and Farewells,” Mei is trying to learn how to Dark Knight. Or at least, how to use the giant two-handed sword taller than she is. I know that the skills for the job have changed, and I’m no longer sure if Provoke was a thing for DRKs way back then, but I’m going with it anyway.

Also, to clarify - Mei is mute, but has the ability to "speak" with Tala telepathically. And like with spoken words, Mei can also convey a lot of emotions through the tone of these silent communications. Tala can sometimes project some emotions back through their link, but cannot manage to convey actual words.

#Final Fantasy XIV #Talathar Khalynn #Meimeililee Lilee #Tala's Story Time #gilgamesh-rp

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llamas--and--tea · 8 years ago

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Question Time

I was tagged by @gameofsassbutts. Blame her.

Rules: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

1. coke or pepsi? I don’t have a preference, but fun fact: when I was a child, I called them mamsi-coke and papsi-coke (as in mom and dad) for no particular reason.

2. disney or dreamworks? I like Dreamworks’ intro more than Disney’s, so yeah.

3. coffee or tea? I’ve tasted coffee twice and hated it both times. I’m a devoted fan of Earl Grey tea.

4. books or movies? Usually books, but sometimes movies capture a scene much better than a book could.

5. windows or mac? Windows: the only experience I’ve had with Mac was with a horrible, horrible PC.

6. dc or marvel? Marvel: I haven’t seen much of DC...

7. xbox or playstation? I don’t play video games that much, but lemme quote @gameofsassbutts ‘s answer ‘cause it’s cool: “[robot woman voice] playstation”.

8. dragon age or mass effect? Again, I’m not a gamer. No idea what those are.

9. night owl or early riser? Night owl ftw.

10. cards or chess? Cards because I suck at chess. Plus card games are awesome.

11. chocolate or vanilla? I hate vanilla with a passion so I’d say chocolate, though I’m not a fan of it either.

12. vans or converse? Converse duh.

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? Trevelyan because they’re cool, but Cadash because the name sounds cool.

14. fluff or angst? Both. Both is good.

15. beach or forest? Forest because EXPLORATION FTW. Beaches are okay too.

16. dogs or cats? Cats are the rulers of this universe.

17. clear skies or rain? I prefer a sunny, clear sky with like a few clouds on a bright blue sky.

18. cooking or eating out? I prefer home-cooked food, just because it seems purer somehow.

19. spicy food or mild food? I don’t really care but sometimes I’m eating something spicy and just *orgasm sounds*. (That sounded wrong.)

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? I prefer Samhain because me and my friends have a great Halloween tradition.

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Interestingly, even though I love warmth, I would choose being slightly too cold forever, just because being too hot would drive me nuts.

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be? I would love being able to go back in time. Do you even realize how much I would be able to do if I could control time? I mean like my own time.

23. animation or live action? I’d say animation, just because you can do anything when it’s an animation, whereas a live action *anything* is constrained by the physical world. And that’s not fun.

24. paragon or renegade? Is it a gaming thing? If it’s a book thing, hmu!

25. baths or showers? Showers: baths are gross if you’re not already clean.

26. team cap or team ironman? I’m quoting @gameofsassbutts here because her answer is precious: “irony tony”. Captain America is cool too though.

27. fantasy or sci-fi? *Markiplier’s “Space is cool” video starts playing* (Fantasy) ALL THE WAY!! But Sci-Fi is cool too because the worlds that are developed in Sci-Fi stuff are mind-boggingly COOL.

28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so, what are they?

"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”

- 11th Doctor, Doctor Who, S5e10: VIncent and the Doctor (2010).

“We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you!”

-Twenty One Pilots, parting words after concerts since ERS 2016.

“Thank God it’s Friday, ‘cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays, ‘cause Sundays are my suicide days.”

-Twenty One Pilots, Migraine.

"I’m holy. Get it? Holey.”

-Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, George Weasley’s joke after he looses his ear to his twin Fred.

I would put more but meh.

29. youtube or netflix? YouTube.

30. harry potter or percy jackson? Harry Potter.

31. when do you feel accomplished? When I see people around me being happy/impressed/grateful for my actions. Which sounds vain af wow.

32. star wars or star trek? Not really a fan of any of them, but I’d say Star Wars because I’ve at least seen a few of the movies.

33. paperback or hardback books? Again, quoting @gameofsassbutts : “paperback’s ok but with the hardback u really feel it”

34. horror or rom-com? I’ve acquired a taste for horror a year ago so let’s say horror.

35. tv shows or movies? TV shows because they have more opportunities to develop the plot. Also because Anime is technically TV shows...

36. favourite animal? Why do you do this to meeeeee. Llamas? *hides because picked favorites*

37. favourite genres of music? Omfsh do not make me say the whole list. Let’s stick to alternative m’kay?

38. least favourite book? I quite disliked The Fault in Our Stars for some reason.

39. favourite season? Of what? jk jk it’s summer FITE ME.

40. song that’s currently stuck in your head? "Sleep” by My Chemical Romance.

41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear? I don’t have PJs but I guess T-shirt and shorts counts?

42. how many existential crises do you have on an average day? Goddammit @gameofsassbutts : “Ongoing”. Too relatable.

43. if you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be? Funnily enough, “Sleep” by MCR.

44. favourite theme song to a TV show? Omfsh noooooo. I have too many. Do the TARDIS sounds at the beginning of Doctor Who count as a theme song? If not, then any of Shingeki no Kyojin (AKA Attack on Titan)’s openings they’re all wonderfully creepy and beautiful. But also Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood’s first and third openings. And also...

45. harry potter movies or books? Books because there are more details. THAT’S why you make books into TV shows instead of movie, people. DETAILS.

46. you can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists. will you do it? ‘’It was all fun and games until this. Ugh…wellllll if I forgot tumblr exists my friends wont so they ll remind me… lmaoo then MY OTP (how to cheat on the system 101)’’ @sonyxqueenofthewholeuniverse

47. do you play an instrument and if so, what is it? Yes, I play the flute. Have been playing for 7 years now (holy shite, how fast time flies!).

48. what is the worst way to die? Repeatedly.

49. if you could be entirely invisible for a day, what would you do? Just for one day? I would follow my friends around without them knowing. Not for malicious purposes, just to find out how their lives really are, and not how I imagine them to be.

50. What are you planning on doing with your life? Oh god uhm. I’m debating over several careers right now. There’s writer (not sure whether my shitty writing will be good enough to make at least some career out of it...), CÉGÈP-level psychology teacher (because my two-times psych teacher Lisa amazed me), Speech-Language therapist for children (because I’m intimate with how it works), and/or ASL interpreter somewhere somehow (because I’m a slut for languages). Extra-career-wise, I’d like to keep writing and reading any time I have time.

51. Favorite Disney movie? Fuck I was going to say The Road to El Dorado but APPARENTLY it’s a Dreamworks movie so fuck yOU. I’ll say The Emperor’s New Groove then.

52. Do you believe in aliens? Of course. Wouldn’t it be very self-centered for us to believe that we are the only sentient things in the whole of the Universe? As a side-note, I could let my father write a list of his conspiracy theories about the existence of aliens and the impact they’ve had on our History. But I’m not going to. But I could! *threatens threateningly*)

53. Are u an unstoppable force or an immovable object? I would say an immovable object. Because I’m stubborn but also apathetic af.

54. (My addition:) If you were in front of a nondescript door that’s only property was to surprise you when you open it, would you open it? (remember, a “surprise” can be good or bad) Yes. Yes, I would. I’m a curious little shit and fuck the consequences.

Goshdarnit this took forEVER. I do not wish it on anyone. Also, wtf you think I have the will to tag 54 people??!! Nope. I’ve tagged 13 people. Suffer as I have been made to suffer. (Kiwi, you can do this after you finals.) Also go follow @gameofsassbutts . She was spiritually making me do this. And her answers were hilarious.

@markiplier ; @caffeinewitchcraft : @writing-prompt-s ; @witterprompts ; @lexystudies ; @danielhowell ; @facts-i-just-made-up ; @livebloggingmydescentintomadness ; @vesselblurryface ; @notchicken ; @oneanddun ; @unsettlingstories ; @thatsthat24

#questions #me #about me #question time #kiwi #answering questions #horrible #long #hilarious

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pen-masta · 8 years ago

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Duly Noted Part 3

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Joy bounces on the sidewalk waiting for Castel. A pink envelope closed with a heart sticker, sprayed with just a little bit of some old perfume that she doesn’t wear anymore is tucked safely in her book bag. She bites her lip as she smiles, she’s so excited to slip this confidence booster in his locker--heaven knows he needs it. She hears a door close and turns to see Castel walking out of his house, her smile falls when she sees him. He looks awful.

His hair looks a little messier than normal as it peaks out from under his gray hood. Dressed in an old t-shirt, ripped jeans, old gray NASA hoodie, and dark sunglasses he walks with his hands tucked in his pockets; hunched over almost looking as though he is physically trying to shrink. She has a feeling the sunglasses are being used to hide his red eyes from a night of humiliated sobbing--her Cassie really needs this boost and fast!

When he walks up he forces a small smile as he greets her, “Hey J-bird.”

Her heart shatters at the brokenness in his voice.

“Morning Cassierole,” she smiles and slips her arm to hook around his. “Let’s go buddy.”

He nods as they walk down the street. She knows better than to ask how he is, after the night he has had she knows he is not going to open up about it. He’s purged and now he will never want to speak about it again...but she really wants to know.

“Sooooo...how’s everything?” She asks as they walk.

“Fine,” he says not looking at her.

She chews her bottom lip, “Cassie...I’m sorry about what happened yes--”

“Joy,” he cuts her off gruffly. “Please I...I don’t want to talk about it.”

She nods and looks down for a moment, “I know everything is not fine C-bear.”

He huffs and nods, “Yeah I know you know.”

She looks at him, “I just want you to know I’m here for you Cassie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks

Even behind the dark sunglasses she can see his eye roll, “Joy we’re friends...it’s kind of like a known fact we’re there for each other. You don’t need to say it.” He sighs and mutters, “Not like you have a choice.”

Joy stops dead halting both of them, “Excuse me?”

He looks at her and sighs, “Joy we’ve been friends since kindergarten, we’ve been friends for twelve years now and it’s just like...I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Are you trying to say I don’t have a choice in being your friend?” She asks breaking their linked arms.

He sighs, “Joy all I’m saying is after so many years of friendship it’s just... hard to imagine you leaving me...even after I’ve messed up so much.”

She blinks, “Cassie...do you think I want to leave you?”

He looks at her then down at the ground, “Well after everything that’s happened...I know I would ditch me.”

She sighs and shakes her head, “Cassie all that stuff isn’t your fault and in no way makes me want to not be friends with you.” She smiles a little, “So you embarrassed yourself a few times in front of people. So what?”

He looks up at her and she can see so much pain in his eyes--even behind the sunglasses. Her heart constricts.

“Cassie look you gotta forget about those guys at school. They’re just jerks alright?” She shrugs, “And all those girls are just meaningless tramps. Honestly I think they’re just stupid to treat you that way. You’re an amazing guy and--”

“Please don’t say that,” he sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Why not?” She asks shocked, “It’s true Cassie.”

“Is it though?” He asks with a slightly snarky undertone. “Joy you’ve been my friend for years, when stuff like this happens...it’s kind of your obligation to say stuff like that and make me feel better.”

Joy stares at him in shock, what happened to her Cassie? Is he really questioning her friendship?

“I...I don’t understand Cas.” She says confused.

“It’s the same with everyone else in my life,” he huffs and stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Papa is obligated to say he’s proud of me on some level, Moman is obligated to say I’m her handsome young man. Mikey and Zack are obligated to say I’m their favorite little brother, my nieces and nephews are obligated to say I’m a cool uncle.” He rolls his eyes, “And I know everyone loves me and means well but...sometimes it just feel so forced. I can’t actually believe they really feel that way about me...and on some level you’re obligated to say nice things about me, and how can those girls not see how great I am and what not.” He glares at the ground, “And sometimes I think you’re kind of obligated to be my frien--Ouch!”

He jumps and holds the epicenter of the pain shooting up his arm. He looks at Joy to see her staring at him, her stern face is all scrunched up with anger. She let’s her hand drop to her side satisfied with his silence--okay maybe she didn’t need swat him so hard, but she couldn’t get a word in with him ranting on like that.

“Are you serious Castel?” She asks harshly, “You really think we just say those things because it’s some kind of obligation we have to you? For what? Just being in your life?” She sighs and her face softens, “Cassie you can’t let those jerks at school get to you. Just because they can’t see how great you are doesn't me you’re not...and it certainly doesn’t mean the things we say to you are only said because we feel like we have to or something.”

He stares at her and she sighs, “Cassie you really are all those things, I know it’s hard to not let those stupid people at school effect you but their words really have no value. They’re just being mean just to be mean, alright?” Her voice hardens and her eyes spark with fire, “And don’t you ever say I’m obligated to be your friend. Don’t you ever question our friendship ever again. Do you understand me Castel Cubs?”

He stares at her for a moment, the look in her eyes although terrifies him also let’s him see how serious she is. He knows she means what she says, she’s not just saying stuff to make him feel better...well she is but she really whole heatedly means what she says. There is no obligation with anyone in his life, especially not Joy--just his stupid brain trying to make him feel worse. Self-pity is not a good look for him.

He smiles a little and nods, “Alright, I understand.”

She nods and crosses her arms, “That’s right.”

He smiles and puts his hands in his pockets again, “I’m sorry Joy, just been really down lately. I know your friendship is real just me trying to make myself feel worse.”

Her face softens, “It’s ok Cassie I know it’s been a lot for you.” She gently caresses the spot on his arm where she hit him, “I’m sorry I hit you, I just didn’t know how else to get you to stop with all that gobbly gook.”

“It’s alright,” he shrugs, “I was spewing a lot of gook.” He smiles using her word.

She smiles and links her arm through his again, “Sometime I don’t like your big stinky dumb brain.”

“Me either,” he chuckles.

She smiles sweetly and pokes his side, “Things will get better Cassierole I promise.” She winks, “Stay positive.”

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It’s been such a long day of avoiding eye contact with his peers. He tries hard to ignore the snickering and the whispers around him, he’s been through this before he knew the humiliation and the jokes and laughter that would accompany today. But it still hurts. He’s lost all of dignity, he’s lost a lot. His friends from the robotics club didn’t even want him sitting with them at lunch today because they didn’t want to be seen with him...some friends! Not like anyone cool would pay any attention to them anyway but Chuck said they just didn’t want any unnecessary attention draw to them. Even his nerd friends didn’t want to be seen with Catch Less Cassie.

He can hear the faint conversations behind him about how he was covered it Matt Bakers lunch yesterday. How stupid he looked, how he had attempted to ask out yet another girl way out of his league and on and on. He sighs and tries to focus on his conversation with Joy this morning. Things will get better yeah they’ll get better once I’m out of this school, he thinks to himself. His eyes shift to the clock, Ten more minutes just ten more minutes and this day is over.

The bell rings and he’s the first out the door. As he walks briskly to his locker he can see people snickering and pointing at him and Catch Less Cassie floats through the air. Just make it to your locker, get your books and get out of here. He puts in his combination as more girls pass him mocking the events from yesterday causing his heart to shatter. I guess having a prom date is out the window, not that I had high hopes for that. And forget the graduation parties, I’ve made too big of a name for myself no one will want me there...unless I’m just there to be a joke. He sighs feeling utterly defeated, his quest was really turning against him. Beaten down, discouraged, and broken he opens his locker.

His eyes follow a pink envelope flutters to the ground. He stands there for a moment staring at the envelope before looking around. The hallway has almost cleared and there appears to be no one around. He looks back down at the envelope before carefully picking it up.

He’s hit with the faint scent of cinnamon; it’s spicy and sweet and he recognizes it...but he can’t pinpoint from where. There’s nothing written on the outside the only thing on it is a red heart sticker being used to tape the envelope shut. He stares at the envelope in his hands with a dubious expression. It came from his locker...but is it really for him? Maybe it’s some kind of joke?

“Hey dude!” Joy shouts jumping next to him.

He jerks and looks up at her as she giggles.

“Sorry C-bear didn’t mean to scare ya,” she smiles and sees the envelope. Play it cool Joy, she tells herself. “What’s that?”

He blinks and looks down at the envelope, “I don’t know. It just fell out of my locker.”

“Ooooo mystery letter!” Joy pipes happily and bounces on her toes, “Are you gonna open it?”

He scrunches his eyebrows together, “I don’t know. What if it’s a joke?”

Joy’s face softens, “Cassie why would it be a joke?”

He shrugs, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

She sighs and takes the envelope, “Cassie I don’t think it’s a joke.” She examines the paper in her hands, “It’s pink someone specifically picked this out Cassie. And it smells like someone’s perfume and it’s closed with a sticker.” She smiles, “Someone took time to do this, if it was a joke I think there would be less effort put into it you know?”

He contemplates her words before nodding, “Maybe.”

“I say you open it,” she says and hands the envelope back to him.

He takes it and puts it in his bag, “I’ll open it later, let’s just get out of here Jo-jo.”

Her smile shrinks a little, disappointed she won’t get to see his face when he opens it. But she manages to not make her disappointment obvious.

“Alrighty-roo!” She nods and looks at her watch. “Well the ‘rents wont be home for a while, wanna hang out and have some Friend Fun tonight?” She nudges his ribs, “I think someone could use it huh?”

He smiles and nods a little, “That’d be nice J-bird...but I think I’d like some more time to be alone. Just for today.”

Joy pouts deeply, “But Cassie.”

“Please let’s just take a rain check.” He glances at two girls that walk passed them snickering and pointing at him. He sighs and looks back at Joy, “I’m just not feeling up to it today Jo-jo.”

“What if we just did our work together?” Joy asks trying to persuaded him. “Please no one is gonna be home for a while and I really don’t want to be alone.”

He sighs watching her eyes grow wide and glassy as she pouts. He’s weak.

“Fine, fine. You win,” he sighs. “But just to do work alright? I really just want to have another low key night.”

“Consider it done Casanova,” Joy nods and takes his hand.

She smiles the whole way back to the house egar for Castel to open the envelope.

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“I don’t know Jo-jo,” he sighs staring at the envelope. “I just don’t see why someone would put this in my locker.”

“Well you’re never gonna know until you open it,” she says from the kitchen. “You can sit there and stare at it wondering, or you can open it and start to get some answers.”

Castel sighs and twirls the light paper around in his hands. She’s right, he knows she’s right...but he’s still unsure. Part of him wants to open it while the other part wants to forget it even exits--fearing it’s some cruel joke. But his curiosity weights out. Just gotta do it fast like ripping off a band-aid.

Carefully he pulls off the sticker and takes out the folded paper inside of the envelope. He opens it slowly and reads over the words quickly. Overall, the letter is short in length but very well decorated. A lacy boarder lines the edges of the paper with the words written in a frilly cursive font in the center of the page. From the colors and the scent of the perfume and the general look of the letter he’s guessing it was written by a girl--but why? He supposes it’s time to actually read the words.

Dear Castel,

I’ve been meaning to speak to you for some time now, but I can’t bring myself to face you. So I’ve decided to do the next best thing and write you a letter. I saw what happened in the cafeteria yesterday and I honestly have to say I’m disgusted with the way everyone treated you. I hate it when they do stuff like that to you, it pains me deeply to see you so hurt. It wounds me to see you down under a dark cloud, I miss seeing you smile during the school day. Your smile always brightens my day, especially when you’re laughing. Your teeth sparkle and shine and are just as luminous as your smile itself. You look so much cuter when you’re smiling! Maybe it’s weird but when I’m having a bad day I just wait until I see you pass by and your smile always lifts my spirits and warms me to the bone. Your smile is just so warm and kind and friendly and is an insight to your personality--and it’s what entranced me.

Castel I have watched you from afar for some time now, to afraid to speak to you but I can’t sit back in silence and watch these people degrade you any longer. I know Catch Less Cassie isn’t your favorite nickname but it reminds me that you are single and if you’re single then I have a chance! You’re such an amazing guy you’re smart, and funny, and quirky, and caring. Not to mention how built you are! I mean bow-WOW! Of course that’s just a bonus ;) what I’m trying to say is I would really love to get to know you better Castel and if you’re willing to let me you can contact me here.

[email protected]

I hope to hear from you soon Castel please don’t keep me waiting!

-Love

Your secret admirer

Castel stares at the paper feeling his face burning bright red all the way up his ears. Is this really real? Does he really have a secret admirer? Could someone really be in love with him? Wow! This is so crazy! And almost...unreal. He clears his throat and folds the letter up again. Before he gets his hopes up he needs to do some investigating, who knows maybe this really is just some cruel joke the jocks or cheerleaders are playing on him. He wouldn’t put it past them to pull a Carrie on him. No, he needs more information before he actually believes this.

“So what is it?” Joy asks as she skips back into the room with some cut up apples and bottles of water.

He smiles and stuffs the letter into his bag again, “Oh nothing really.”

“Can I see?” She asks sitting next to him on the couch.

“Later Jo-jo,” he says and takes a bottle of water. “Right now let’s get to work.”

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