#just a bird who likes older men has no idea what she’s up for

[nodutra19]

This might be my favorite episode in the whole series. Though I don't play "favorites" for the most part and just look at things as a whole, rather than through rankings.

By critiquing patriarchy and gender, RGU necessarily critiques hero worship. Now, I haven't actually studied up on hero worship just yet. It's an idea I became familiar with after reading The Pike by Lucy Hughes-Hallett. After BHM, I'm gonna read three of her other books, starting with Heroes: Traitors, Saviors, and Superman: A History of Hero Worship. Maybe I'll write about RGU and hero worship by the middle of next month.

In particular with this episode, and as has been built over time, is the idea of "special people." A few episodes ago, Akio waxes poetic over how "special" Utena is, and how special people don't know they're special. There's a few layers to that, but here I wanna focus on the hero worship aspect in terms of Souji/Nemuro.

I've loved this episode for a very long time. It truly feels like a wrinkle in time and space. It gives me nostalgia for a where and when I never laid personal witness to. Last year around this time I read American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin. The very first chapter has the quote:

Around the globe, scientists were soon to be celebrated as a new kind of hero, promising to usher in a renaissance of rationality, prosperity and social meritocracy. In America, reform movements were challenging the old order. Theodore Roosevelt was using the bully pulpit of the White House to argue that good government in alliance with science and applied technology could forge an enlightened new Progressive Era.

For some reason I never drew this connection to RGU until today. It did tickle me on my rewatch last year but still.

"Genius." What a loaded word! I've read about geniuses, from Marx to Oppie to Tolstoy to Nabokov and now to W.E.B Du Bois, and they were all just as foolish as they were intelligent! I think we see here a sort of prefigurement to Akio and his relationship to Prince Dios. Literally they are the same, but Prince Dios lives on as a separate image to which Akio aspires because 1.) He wants to regain lost time and 2.) These are the demands of patriarchy.

But that's all it really is: an image. An idea. A rotten ideal in white. "But is that what she really wants?"

In this case, Professor Nemuro somewhat does fit the mold of a "genius." A genius is an odd person, a disconcerting changeling. A Byronic solitary figure who "doesn't fit in," who "stands out," who "comes into your life like a hurricane." They're a little beyond human ken. They are a "god among men." They are often "hard to work with." And the worship is just as cultic and religious as all these romantic phrases imply.

Of course, most of their contemporaries think lesser of them than what subsequent myth making would imply. In the case of Marx, he could be a bit grumpy (and was a D1 bum in the funniest sense. An iconic debt shuffler) and had terrible handwriting. You'll often hear people say "Smart people think so fast they can seem rude" or "Have bad handwriting." Behaviors and traits that would otherwise be pathologized are at least excused if not embellished if someone is a "genius."

I think there are other layers to this stuff, especially, I imagine, for those who are ace and aro, but I dunno enough about that to get into the weeds about it.

To bring things real close to RGU, I remember some years ago getting into a conversation with some several years older than me. They were an immigrant, and so I helped them with dealing with the culture shock they were facing. Eventually we got to talking about generations, and they said "I think this generation [referring to mine, Gen Z], will change the world. If more people were like you, things would be better." I was obviously flattered, especially the second bit, but the first bit had always bothered me. As I'm reading through David Levering Lewis's biography on W.E.B Du Bois for BHM, I'm reminded of how Du Bois came up with the idea of the "Talented Tenth." They were essentially the Black Vanguard who would lift the Black race up. Later on, however, he revised it to the "Guiding Hundredth," which attempted to democratize the idea and expand racial lines to something more intersectional. Having gained this knowledge after that conversation, I realize why I was bothered by what that person said: it seemed another form of idolatry. Changing the world isn't the work of a chosen few predetermined by a secular mandate of heaven (In Oppie's time, it was scientists. Nowadays, the "heroes" are entrepreneurs and venture capitalists), it will involve all of us, of all walks of life.

My thoughts are very soupy on this subject, so pardon if I seemed rambly and unfocused.

I'll at least leave a few quotes:

I've become convinced that genius is a vastly overrated commodity. I think this country is full of geniuses, guys and gals so bright they make your average card carrying MENSA member look like Fucko the Clown. And I think that most of them are teachers, living and working in small town obscurity because that's the way they like it. —Stephen King Insomnia

To hell with the philosophy of the great men of this world! All great wise men are as despotic as generals and as rude and insensitive as generals, because they are confident of their impunity. —Anton Chekhov, after souring a bit on a late controversial play by Tolstoy. As translated by Rosamund Bartlett

Genius…means little more than the faculty of perceiving in an unhabitual way. —William James The Principle of Psychology

That last quote is part of the epigraph of the Du Bois biography I'm reading. So rn I got a lot on my head about geniuses, professors, heroism, hero worship, masculinity, etc.

For Marx and Tolstoy, I recommend the biographies Love and Capital: Karl and Jenny Marx and the Birth of a Revolution by Mary Gabriel and Tolstoy: A Russian Life by Rosamund Bartlett (along with her excellent translation of Anna Karenina)

Fansub release + translation notes for Utena ep 22!

さすがに何でもよく知ってるわね。でもそれだけの情報網があるなら、早く奴らの正体も突き止めて欲しいわ。

You know everything, don’t you Juri? With such a vast intelligence network, I wish you’d hurry up and find out these people’s true identities. (literal translation)

You know everything, don’t you Juri? I wish you'd put your little birdies to work finding out just who is behind this. (final translation)

情報網 (jouhoumou) is an interesting word to use here! It literally means “intelligence network”, so Nanami is implying that Juri has a bunch of spies feeding her everytthing that happens at the school. To actually use the word “intelligence network” sounds a little but out of place in English though, so I rephrased the line a little to sound more conversational and accusatory.

Boy: しばらく消えないでしょうね、根室教授。 Nemuro: ん？なんだい？ Boy: 雪の事ですよ、教授。

Boy: Won't disappear for a while still, eh, Professor Nemuro? Nemuro: I beg your pardon? Boy: I was talking about the snow, Professor.

There’s a double meaning in the first line here — the boy could reasonably be talking about the Professor himself not clearing out for a while. That was actually my original phrasing: “Won’t clear out for a while” but Anya suggested “disappear” which is actually much closer to the original Japanese phrasing so I changed it to that. I think this exchange preserves that passive aggressive dig at the Professor pretty well!

あの人は花が散るのを見たくないんですよ。こうすれば短い命の花も少しは長持ちさせることができる。でも、こうまでして永らえても花自身は嬉しいんでしょうか？

She hates it when the petals begin to fall. This way even a short-lived flower can be made to last a little longer. But… I wonder how the flowers feel about their existence being prolonged like this.

This is one of my favourite exchanges in the show! I think this really emphasises how Japanese sentence structure and general way of phrasing things differs drastically from English. A literal translation of the first sentence would be something like “That person does not want to see flowers scatter”. Each part of the sentence sounds weird if translated individually:

あの人 - “that person” being used because Japanese prefers that phrasing to third person pronoun “she”.

花が散る - “flowers scatter” is the most natural way to say “petals fall/die” in Japanese but sounds very odd in English

見たくないんですよ - “does not want to see X” also sounds very funny when translated directly to English, but simply conveys the idea that she doesn’t like seeing something happen.

When taken as a whole, complete idea though, the sentence can easily be translated into something that sounds natural in English: “She hates it when the petals begin to fall.”

The hardest part of this to translate was the last sentence. I originally had translated it like this: “So much work to make them last, and yet I wonder if the flowers themselves are happy.”

こうまでして - to go this far/to put in this much effort/to put in this much work. However, this is more of a tone setting phrase than a meaning carrying phrase, so it’s okay not to translate it directly.

永らえる - to prolong something’s lifespan. This is hard to translate because while the phrasing works in Japanese, the preserved flowers are actually dead. So you can’t translate it as “I wonder how the flowers feel about being made to live so long” or something of that ilk. My original translation of “make them last” works, but I prefer the final translation of “existence being prolonged”. It sounds more applicable to Mamiya’s situation, and this exchange is all about that metaphor.

永遠に憧れる心が美しく思えたりするだけだ。

(lit.) We just think of a heart that longs for eternity as beautiful. (??)

We just romanticise the idea of eternity.

Another great example of Japanese phrasing that sounds super weird when translated directly, but can sound very natural when the core idea behind the words is translated properly. “Romanticise” is such a succinct one-word translation of the several word phrase 「憧れる心が美しく思えたり」!

Thank you to my amazing editor @dontbe-lasanya for their help with the episode as always!

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[spurbleu]

think it’s really funny to imagine the younger men of the 141 realizing that price is actually super good with women.

soap plays knight- shows off to gawking birds, kyle’s pretty boy eyes and sharp tongue garner plenty of attention, and all simon needs to do is sit in the middle of the bar, waiting till a sweet thing asks him ‘what a big man like him is doing alone?’

price isn’t as engaged. let’s his boys have fun, but for the most part prefers to hang back. enjoy his liquor and cigarettes- let them do their thing. course, doesn’t go unnoticed. which spurs their assumption it’s not a ‘he wont’ and instead a ‘he cant’.

“‘fraid they might not like you, capm’?”

“aye gaz, play nice. ye know ta old man’s sensitive.”

“lost his spark, i reckon.”

they rib him for weeks on end about being an old man, no game, out of his prime, ect ect. it’s all light and fun of course, and combat keeps them busy enough that the jokes start to be forgotten. doesn’t occur to them that price has just been biting his tongue since the first blow.

until- night off. pub lights, tallboys and pretty women. familiar scene, type of place that has been in nasty dreams for weeks. kyle and soap are assessing the room, and simon’s silently following along. it takes them a minute to realize they’re captain is gone- but not 10 seconds to find him again- with a sweet, gorgeous bird on his arm by the bar.

silently, they watch as he effortlessly charms her. they count how many times she laughs, how eager she is to hold his arm, how, within in minutes, they’re already cozied up on a booth, nursing beer and making eyes.

and why wouldn’t she? classically handsome, mature, cute smile, a rugged exterior with a gentle execution. it’s a no-brainer for her when he offers to ‘get out of here’, and hold the muscles that breech from his shirt. doesn’t catch the way he glances over to a corner of the pub as they make their leave, small smile tugging at the burs of his mustache as he clocks the shock of his men’s faces under low lighting.

soap and kyle’s jaw break, meanwhile simon lets out a barking laugh.

“old man’s still got it.”

needless to say, all three men said nothing about losing his charm at the next debrief.

[bucchiboo]

I'm crying because I love the idea of correspondence between the students leaving next year and I'd love to see more of it. The white day cards are so cute that I just want to elaborate (hc) on handwriting and maybe even writing quirks. Just Malleus (for now...)

Malleus would be really interested in how his partner writes, it's all so fascinating to him and he's a pattern noticer. The noticerrrr. And he sees so much that he even finds himself compiling all the repetitive actions you take when writing -not just what you're writing, and brings them to you to discuss further. The way you slant letters, when your pen lets up, if you type then the frequency of paragraph breaking, how you insert images, etc. I think it'd be something like "Did you know you tend to smudge the paper when you reach the furthest margin, are you perhaps left-handed? Oya, you are? I knew that to be the case." He says with a slight smile and downturned gaze because he knows he ate that. Sherlock Horns.

He would get overzealous about the fact that you're only a word away and would immediately call you with his archaic phone and pester you until you receive it. His Correspondence wouldn't actually be a surprise because you are usually visited by a heavy knock on your door and fae appropriate fanfare when it arrives, that's just etiquette when writing royalty. But, he always calls you the day he receives it so that you know he shall be returning post haste and he intends to dazzle you. In fact, you'll spend so long speaking to each other about what was written to him, that when you finally get his response, it's more or less just recapping what you spoke of two days prior. He can't hide his giddyness, even if he keeps a cool baritone while on the phone. Because you're a kind person, you pretend that his tail happily thumping against the ground is inaudible, because you know he can't help it.

He is going to surprise you by the emojis he uses because WHO taught you that!?!? He learned these from Cater and Lilia, but he doesn't change the way he speaks. It's "Good evening, How have you've been? The summer season of Briar Valley is particularly exhausting and hot💧, I am very bothered by the heat of it all.🥵🥵" and when Lilia intercepts it, he's like "that's a perfect sentence, go ahead and send it. Actually, one note, send more sweating emojis, it's really hot this summer, right?"

Your messages go through a diverse array of moderators and middle men. Those people being his Grandmother, who reminds him that he's a prince, Lilia and Silver (the two who initially opened the letter, and finally his transcriber and narrator, Sebek who scoffs at the quality of the smut you're peddling his young master, who shouldn't even be hearing this, but he'll read on against his better judgement. (It's literally benign, the furthest thing from smut, Malleus argues). His letters would look a little like this:

21.09.19XX Child, It's been nice knowing you.😌 Why do I say that? Since we've met, it seems as if Briar Valley has taken a lead in comedy and our collective temperament could not be more jovial. Your humorous description of your familiar, Grim child, was very well received by my Grandmother, as I was awoken early enough to the sounds of insects humming and birds chirping well into the night to read it aloud to me, guffawing as she spoke. (I apologize, I cannot stop her from opening my mail, but we're working on her problematic behavior, that's a fact.😉) She in particular has asked if she may keep it, you know how older individuals are with their chucklesome cat stories. 🙄 There's this understanding of the world that I just don't possess when it comes to what grabs the attention of the people's comedy, it continues to evade me. For instance, what is the humor of "surprise hot dog 🌭" and why must it be a surprise to be enjoyed? The children of Briar Valley seemingly shout this and end their sentences with it, and I am surprised and annoyed every time. It seems like you have an understanding in the matters of humor, so you are welcome to explain it to me. But I digress, If I sat down and listed to you all the things that escaped me, well, you might find yourself as old as I am by the time we've finished! 🤣The trees and wind must sense the happiness in our friendly union, and have planned accordingly to block out bad weather🌧️ and unforgiving spirits. The weather is nice enough that (forgive me I've overstretched my hand) planned your visit for sooner rather than later. Next time we meet in person, this shall be us ->🕺💃, as I've already made arrangements for a night in a cabaret club in the Capitol for us to partake in. It's a culture so far from the realm of possibility of establishing itself in our quiet little country, that I was astounded when I stumbled across its zoning request permits one day and I rushed to see it in person, paperwork be damned. The smaller fae who perform insist it to be a "cheeky, yet inoffensive showcase of the arts", and after witnessing it for myself, I knew it would be the type of entertainment you'd enjoy.🤫 Even now, it doesn't feel natural to write, like an odd mouth feel that doesn't change as I turn it over and over. A cabaret in Briar Valley, a music club in a quiet kingdom... it's as I've mentioned earlier, Briar Valley has surprisingly given itself wholly to the Joviality of life. Sincerely yours; Malleus Draconia, Heir to Briar Valley p.s Surprise hot dog 🌭

On the other hand, as confident as he is in your responses, he's always a little embarrassed to send something back. It's not fear of his ability, but rather, if you'll care to hear about the day to day of a crown prince who's routine is very boring and full of nothingburger drama. He doesn't understand that his 18 page assessment of his life is literally replacing the cable you can't afford, and when he describes the way the lion prince attacked him during a diplomatic meeting, the colorful language of his response makes you laugh, and then cry, and even gag because "how did he get close enough to gash you!?" You can see the face he's making as he writes this, pouty and angry and even chuckling when he describes the punishment that followed. Just like in his real life, Malleus has a hard time concealing his emotions. He's not shy about who he is as a person, and his writing is not either. The way it flows is a little different from traditional correspondence, if anything, he's sending you disjointed journal entries and prose while also clipping what you send him to respond directly. Your 2 page crapped out response filled with emojis and memes and inside jokes is returned in full by 20 pages of thoughtful dialogue, assessments of politics and fondness of your life, and even sketches of the things around him (okay... just gargoyles and Sebek, but those are things in all fairness.) He has a real zest that he doesn't try to contain, and even his handwriting gives it away. When he's in a good mood, it's very pristine, heavily slanted cursive that his heavy hand oppresses by not dotting his i's or crossing his t's. It's just understood between you two what he means. Likewise, when he's angry or melancholic it's surprisingly very light, almost inelligeble as if he was speaking through gritted teeth. He must be getting up and pacing, because of course he is. When upset or recounting something terrible, his handwriting is unusually neat, funnily enough the sentences are much shorter, as if he's hiding something or thinking long about what should be said next. He's a very wistful person, after all.

Malleus enjoys fine art that seeks to appease the senses and refine beauty, so attached to his letters will often be trinkets like necklaces, earrings, watches, and pocket squares that he found in shops in Briar Valley, or a ticket to a play or music shows that dazzled him. The heavier packages (these tend to come at random) are filled with small desserts, books on the anthropological history of different fae species, woven pieces from more aesthetically competent fae and their fashion, and of course, fragmented pieces of ancient gargoyles he found hiding in deserted rooms of the castle. <- He'll know if you've thrown it away, so hold on to the heavy, weird rock fragment, please.

[rainroses45]

Family Fun!

description: sam decides to visit his sister and turns out he has a better time there then at his own home…well motel technically

a/n: inspired by girl interrupted and my own personal experiences with mental health (miss maam has been numb with medication for four years) y'all wanted angst and sad shit AND IM FEEDING MY BABIES WHAT THEY WANT

song inspo: your love is my drug and mice on venus

warning: cursing, mental health issues, John being an asshat, psych ward and TRAUMA

The buzz of the door echoed through the empty lobby.

Nobody knew he was here, not even his own brother knew. His father was practically out of the question when it came to informing him of his where abouts.

It was twisted. It was mental. It was painted white for funerals. The nurse excoriated him down the hallway towards the empty room. As the door opened chills ran down his spine, no one questioned him - no one even asked him for a name. They just knew, they knew.

“You can wait here while I get her,” she smiled at him, her eyes telling a different story than the one on her lips.

Sam had snuck away from his brothers watch to visit his older sister. His father was off in another state killing some creature while counting the bottles of whiskey he could buy with a 50.

The sound of arguing over took his senses as he sat in the cold room. He watched from the tiny window two girls walking towards the door with a group of nurses.

“Im fucken sick Lily everybody knows that.” You smiled disgustingly at her. To in return she screamed out loud, “you’re just jealous- JEALOUS that i’m going to get out and you’ll be stuck here - alone and sick! Fucken sick!”

You just smiled as the door closed in her face, but not before blowing a kiss goodbye. “That is fucked up Lily, I love you for that.” The red headed girl to which he assumed was named Lily, gave his sister the bird before storming away from the door crying.

Sam stomach dropped as he watched this scene unfold in front of him. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe he should have forgotten about her, and all her memories, but he was her brother it was like a sirens call in a weird way. How could he abandon family when that’s all he has?

“Hello Sammy,” you pulled the plastic seat out. He noticed the bandages on your arms and the way your hair was thinning, but he still saw the sister he grew up with. The one with twin size braids and a gentle touch of nature. The one who fought against murders but became one herself.

“Hi.” He said awkwardly. His mind was running a thousand miles per hours, what was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to say? Why did he even come here?

“Is it the men behind me that are you making you feel uncomfortable dear,” you placed a hand on his leg, “gentlemen please leave the room I don’t need you causing anymore ruckus then you already do to me.” You ordered firmly.

“You know the rules-“ “Then chain me to the fucken wall or something I don’t need henchmen right now.” You stood up from the chair causing it to fall backwards. Sam flinched at the crashing of the seat but you seemed to overrule it as a ‘they problem’ rather than a ‘you problem’.

“Chop chop, I only got 28 minuets and 42- make that 41 seconds left.” You stuck your hands out in front of you. “Book me boys, but just not too rough I’m not really into BDSM unless you are then I’m fine with a little foreplay.” You grinned seductively as the two tall men dressed in all white groaned in annoyance.

The one to the right of you pulled out a pair of cuffs before pulling you to go get strapped down to the cement chair in the corner of the room. The other man pushed you into the chair holding you down as they cuffed your legs and hands together.

“I feel as snug as a bug in a rug, although a little butt cushion would be nice,” you shimmed in the cold seat, “I can feel my butt loosing its bounce.”

The men ignored your comments before turning over to your brother who now further away from you.

“Don’t listen to what she says, just don’t touch her or unlock her cuffs without us here.” One of them warned your brother to which he simply nodded at their instructions.

“Yes sir.” Sam said before dragging his seat a little closer to you. The men watched as this 14 year old boy sat on a plastic seat in a psych ward facility with his sister in chains - pathetically tragic.

Just before closing the door you could hear one of them whisper to the other, “such a good kid sucks that his sister is twisted.” You rolled your eyes, if only they knew the half of it.

“Welp Sammy boy now that thing one and thing two are gone, what brings you here?” You asked.

“I just wanted to visit you.” He softly responded, “I wanted to see how you were holding up.”

“Considering father dearest dropped me off at the looney bin 4 years ago and no one has visited me other than mom’s annoying ghost…I’m going to say I’m doing marvelous.” You smiled brightly with all your teeth visible for everyone to see. “How about you? Dad still be a fucking drunk?”

Sam laughed, for the first time in a long time he let out a laugh. It was contagious, it was innocent, it was fucking mental to the point you started laughing too.

You both spent a good five minutes laughing at nothing, only getting louder and louder after someone let out a piggy snort.

“That’s a dumb question, sir is practically close to liver failure.” Sam wiped the tears falling from his cheek after laughing so hard. “I mean the amount of times he searches the bottle for an extra drop is hilarious.”

“Oh that’s so pathetic I wish I could smash his brain to bits and pieces.” You let out a little chuckle. “Mom tried to defend his sorry ass but I always push away and threaten to escape and burn her bones.”

“Do you still see her?” Sam asked curiously but the nervousness inside him was threatening to spill out. “I mean if you’re okay with talking about it.”

“Yeah sure baby bro, I still see her selfish ass walking around the place haunting my very existence. She hates me but it’s a whole I get why situation.” You shrugged your shoulders, the harsh clank of the metal handcuffs against the seat echoed through the room. “Do you mind if I ask you a favor?” You asked.

Sam scared to use his voice only nodded back.

“Torch that bitches ashes again.” You whispered. “Make sure she doesn’t go back running to pop pop with words of rebellion I mean besides overdosing on happy pills she is always trying to get me to tickle with her pickle.”

“I’m going to be honest sis,” Sam scrunched up his face in confusion, “i don’t really know what you are talking about?”

“What can I say we all go mad in here,” you leaned back in the chair, allowing the cold material to cause goosebumps all over you.

“I wish I could bust you out of here but Dean and I can barely afford enough food for ourselves,” Sam looked down at his hands. Had his father decided on spending less on the bottle, maybe just maybe he would have a whole family again.

“It’s okay Sammy,” you smiled, “between you and me i’m ditching this shit show when you turn 18.”

Sam looked up surprised, “really?” He smiled. “You promise?!” You nodded in excitement. “I can finally be with you snoozebugs since dad won’t be in charge of us anymore.”

“This is great! I’ll tell Dean, we can come get you out and we can move away from here and-“ “Woah there baby bro, we can’t tell Dean yet.”

Sam stopped rambling and tilted his head in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“I mean Dean respects dad too much to not tattle on me.” You rolled your eyes, if you had been there you would have quickly unscrambled the assholes manipulative tacks on your younger brothers, but he clearly knew you would be a threat to his revenge mission and sent you away.

“Don’t worry Sam, I will come save you, I always do.”

And with that, the door roughly opened and Sam was being pulled away from you.

“You promise?!” He reached out for you, fighting against his older brother’s hold.

“I promise Sammy,” you nodded, “I love you.”

With the finale goodbye, Dean managed to pull his brother out of the room without any more struggle from him. Sam’s heart felt like it was beating a million miles per hour. He was going to be free. He was going to be loved. He was going to live.

He held on to that wish for years till his birthday finally came. He waited. And waited. And waited. But he never saw you again. It was a dream. A dream he soon realized where he had gone so mad he had conjured up a fake reality. You were dead. You had been dead. You were always dead.

[callofdudes]

141 + Rodolfo & Laswell general headcanons

Before he was Ghost (and still sometimes after) he was the guy you'd go to if you had a rip in something or wanted something stitched/embroidered.

His brother was the type to bully him like he did, but if anyone outside the home tried to hurt Simon Tommy would beat them.

Had a schedule where he was to be home straight after school but would sometimes get to go dirt bike riding with Tommy.

Was a prime bullies target because he was very small before his growth spurts. And after said growth spurt has a lot of stretch marks around most of his muscle area.

Is the favorite child of Laswell.

Loves squishmellows, has many.

Will eat Thrills gum just to spite everyone even though it tastes like dish soap and he hates it.

Brings all Gossip to Gaz first.

Because of trauma and stress Simon gets constant migraines and everyone knows to avoid him because he gets insanely cranky.

Knows spanish from how long he was kept in mexico.

Used to play those computer games where you had to input the command of what you wanted the simulation to do.

Doesn't like VR. It's cool but he gets motion sick inside.

Huge mama's boy.

Had braces when he was younger but it didn't stop him from showing off his amazing smile.

Used to bug his older sisters with nerd guns.

I like the idea of Johnny being the youngest chaos gremlin but being the middle child also works for him. (Of two or three sisters)

His parents let him be in football because he was a very smart kid. Topping his science and math classes and becoming valedictorian of his class.

He thinks he's the favorite child of Laswell.

Gets scared when Simon tells him about pixel command prompt games.

While his sisters were watching Frozen he was dealing with the weird crush he had on the king.

Steals pick up lines from Kyle.

Doesn't voice his achievements a whole lot because he wasn't enough for his dad when he was younger no matter what he did. Which has led to his snarky form of confidence and Rizz.

Even older people with take credit for his work and he will fight.

Was 100% a theatre kid.

And an only child.

Is scared to come out even to people close to him after what happened when his platoon mates first found out and wouldn't let it go.

Also thinks he's the favorite child.

Almost got his eyebrow pierced once.

Started to learn what a good father should be because of Price.

Brings all gossip to Ghost first.

Massive people watcher. People credit Ghost for his people watching but it just gives Kyle more opportunity to also people watch.

Has a mentor/big brother little brother relationship with Ghost and they're actually very close.

Used to be a menace when he was younger, and to be fair he still is.

Can't have kids because his balls don't work very well 😅

He was in history in school and was also very good at math.

The Duolingo bird hates him for some reason so he's taken to learning languages from interrogations, now knows 7 languages.

Is Nikolai's permanent backup plan if some shit goes down in Russia and has gotten used to waking up with the man asleep on his couch.

Attracts girls looking for older rich men and it pains him to tell them he is not old, nor is he rich.

Had a strict Military dad who currently still works for the military as a higher rank than him and they do not have a good relationship.

Spends most of her leave time up in the mountains camping. She loves being out in nature.

Has older brothers who are really into rock climbing so she'll accompany them and their friends for rock climbing and camping when she can.

Simon is the favorite child.

Everyone thinks she's married to Price but she'd actually scold him like a child half the day and encourage his antics like a good friend for the rest.

Was in the history and chest club.

Keeps gifting Simon his squishmellows.

Mother to all her 141 children.

Brings her wife to base and Johnny had taken to calling them the "moms".

Will bully people for 141.

Have you ever seen the crazy taser girl?? Yeah, that's him. He has many tasers and he loves them all.

He's actually crazy.

Very capable of yelling and defending himself but Alejandro has bestie senses and usually beats him to whoever did it.

Rudy is quiet but don't bark at him because he barks back.

Alejandro and Rudy used to skip school and go hang out on the cliffs they now trek for military.

His father made a joke once that he was going to get milk and Rudy never recovered mentally.

(and then he left for real-)

He was in photography and sports team manager in school.

After checking out each other's turf, Simon and Rudy are now chronically insane besties.

(had this in my drafts for a while, decided to post because I'm bored.)

[lilacargent]

At it again, from another angle this time.

‘Old’ weapons. Or at least redundant, as a species traverses into space the new technology makes an old gun or even older sword/arrow/spear and so on useless and nearly powerless. The new weapons are ‘ray this’ and ‘beam that’ ‘plasma so and so’ .

Ofcourse this makes sense, the energy based weapons are far less wasteful and lighter, easier to carry and easier to handle. No need to sharpen weapons with a plasma blade and even then, why use close quarters weapons if you have access to stun, kill or poison rays and many more.

On top of that many civilisations prefer to forget their less then stellar past and make analog weapons obsolete. When the humans joined the council many expected them to do the same. They didn’t, production stopped yes, but interested people could still partake in lessons and the old fashioned ways were shown off in museums. Training to be part of a spaceship crew still included lessons in their old weapons as an opportunity to be prepared for going to “newer” worlds.

So with that in mind i have a few little vignettes ideas and for ease’ sake its gonna be on the same ship, the Serpentine.

Important crew:

Primoz, captain -Limoyh a four armed species-

Krag, second in command (brother of Primoz)

Kit, dokter -avian, bird like, she has feathers like a swallow-

Ortez, ASR (all species resources, human resources in space) -kiltak, insectoid species, think ants but exoskeleton-

Lugea, helmsperson (does the steering) -rock like alien-

Artex, engineer/mechanic 1 -also Kiltak-

And then our humans:

Kamari, navigator -Eritrean woman- (has cat named Sidra)

Markus, weapons expert (knows how to use them and upkeep, also shields) -Swedish man-

Petrus, mechanic/engineer 2 -Italian man-

Lilly, administrator/note keeper (learns languages for fun)-english woman-

Yes i know all of this could have also been accomplished by saying they are all from America… nope this is more fun. This is under the assumption that to get into the joint academy for space faring you need to be able to speak and write English.

Obviously there are more people on the ship but these are most important

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1. Sparring

Ortez was having a good day, the serpentine had left port and was making good progress toward their next destination on w-kl-18, referred to as deltax by it’s residents, for a routine drop off.

In port on Unity (the planet where the council resides and the universal court is) they picked up the final crew members among who a ‘team’ of humans. Pre bonded humans were supposed to be less chaos inducing and easier bonded with the rest of the crew. Ortez was rather happy the captain listened to him on this matter.

The humans had been more diverse than he expected and were currently what they called ‘settling in’. He was on his way to the rooms they had.

‘Stop it please we’ve been here less than 4 hours!’ The soft voice he recognises as Lilly’s is barely audible over the loud clanging sounds. Rounding the corner Ortez sees a terrifying scene. The two human males locked together with two sticks made of metal baring teeth at each other, with a push the olive skinned man, he remembers is called Petrus, breaks the hold and goes in low swiping at the tall mans legs making Markus fall over.

Ortez is about to intervene when without a sound the dark skinned leader of the group seemingly appears without a sound behind him and runs into the fray with a similar stick.

Whacking Petrus stick away from Markus’ throat she steps inbetween “stop it. You’re scaring our ASR. We want to make a good impression remember.” The men look right at him and both put down the sticks, Markus puts his hand up in a ‘wave’ “sorry about that, Ortez it was right? We were just sparring.’ Moving further into the room he uncurls his front two claws tapping at the metal poles “sparring with this? We usually only do body to body training, this seems rather old.” Petrus speaks up to that “ah yes those are old earth weapons, we like keeping up a bit of skill with several kinds as a side activity. Don’t worry tho, we train with blunt weapons.”

Not entirely appeased the insectoid looks to the imposing woman, who seems entirely at ease even though two people had been fighting. When she caught his eyes, she smiled that terrible toothy grin “truly don’t worry, like Petrus said they are blunt and it is a way for us to let of some steam and keep in shape. But next time we’ll do it in the training rooms… right boys?” Pinning the two men with withering stares they nodded quickly.

Ortez did not know humans released steam, but he felt right now was not the moment to go into that. Saying his goodbye he skittered to inform the captain.

This was bound to be interesting.

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2. “The Roman empire”

“So you are telling me that at any given moment you could be thinking about a several thousand years old society that no longer exists and it would surprise nobody?” Artex was perplexed, when he and Petrus were working on the reactor core Lilly had wandered through and mentioned this old civilisation sparking heated debate. She thought the greeks were far more interesting but Petrus had been unmoved by her arguments. The other man speaks while pushing some buttons “well yea, the empire made great strides and amazing structures, Lilly just prefers the mythos of the greek while i enjoy the focus on millitary prowess.” Shrugging he looks up “don’t you guys have something like that?” Artex stretches his legs, all 6 of them in a wave like motion “not really, when change happened the history books were changed to make it seem like it was always that way” the human makes eye contact “wait so how do you know how to play -old civilisation- as a kid? We play fought with wooden sticks, wooden swords and branches we cut to look like guns…” that horrofied the insectoid, raised with violence like it was a normal thing.

Almost like they never left their dark ages

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3. Whats in a name (bit off topic but the idea just kinda happened)

Te very first time the humans were introduced to their new crew there was a bit of a hiccup. When Kamari introduced herself they looked up a bit confused but went further down the row. After Lilly they came back around and referred to Kamari as moon. Now Kamari recognised the strange look, they had translators that only had basic human translation, which means that her name “Kamari” which comes from Arabic and is a word for moon/soft glow of the moon, is translated fully but not as name so when they speak to her it translates out of their language to English which would be moon. This is luckily easily fixed with an update, but it was something that stil spoke of how new the human race was to the cosmos.

Her cat Sidra made them laugh as that means Star so she was the moon with her star.

(Random thought about how multiple human languages could screw with translations)

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Soooooo kinda had a 4th story that is pretty sad but also bad ass, but this is getting too long already

Imma write that in a new post over the coming days

Hopefully people like this, if you have prompts you’d like to see with this crew feel free to ask.

[dreamerofvalyria]

Omg omg omg omg I just read both of your Deamon AU fics???? They are so good!! And beautifully written!!!

please please if not too much trouble, can I please request for that Au?? Maybe like all of 141 meeting each other and Deamon’s for the first time?? I picture Gaz has some kind of bird like a mourning dove or a humming bird and Price has a stronger dog breed- like a Shepard of a sheep bearding dog — y know something protective?

UGH I LOVE THIS AUUU A

((sorry if you aren’t taking requests on this, I just wanna say it’s the best thing I’ve read💕💕💕))

Requests are always open! (I just might take a while because I'm slow af lol)

I wanted to get this out this weekend just passed, but I got a fresh 'rona shot on Friday and it took me out with more precision than a sniper bolt to the face jfc. I absolutely adore the thought of Gaz with a little birb (a pretty one ofc), but I'd actually already picked something out for him, so I hope you like it almost as much as your idea. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: John Price has hand picked every member of his Task Force carefully to create the perfect team we have today, even if it hasn't always felt like that.

Notes: Written from Price's POV reflecting on the team's past.

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

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The first time John met Simon, he was only that, Simon Riley. The Ghost was yet to exist, and in his place, was a young man still full of life. He was friendly enough to the men close to him, but with a weariness toward anyone unknown.  

That caution, of course, extended toward John in the early few days. The first few times they interacted, he was strictly professional, his daemon even more so. The panther would stalk along beside her human, remaining in silence throughout all discussions, coming and leaving as quietly as a shadow. 

But over time, the younger man gradually began to settle. Simon certainly wasn’t the only person in the military to suffer from a rather poor childhood riddled with trauma and pain, and his team were kind enough to never push him too far. He would always maintain a slight distance between himself and the rest of the men on his squad, but he was often quick to smile and joke with them, telling what very well could have been the worst “dad jokes” known to man.  

Both Simon and Elanor seemed to revel in the pained groans his terrible jokes could invoke, smiling innocently as if not understanding why everyone was so upset. It wasn’t a surprise to learn that Simon had a younger brother, he certainly had the annoying-older-brother act nailed down perfectly.  

After a few good missions together, Simon was less reluctant to talk about his family with John in the room, discussing what he planned to get his nephew for Christmas, where he wanted to take his mum out for lunch during leave, and how he was going to get Tommy back for getting a stain on his ManU jersey.  

Simon was a good man and a great soldier, and John was disappointed when the time came for him to return to his own unit. John was to travel up north toward Herefordshire and Simon was to meet with some of their American contacts to help root out a cartel down in Mexico.  

Ghost was not the same person as Simon. He had the same daemon, the same brown eyes, but he was not Simon. He lacked the underlying gentleness in his eyes, and he’d grown to be cold and closed off toward everyone around him, friend or foe.  

If Simon’s daemon had been quiet before, she was dead silent now. Liz would trot over to the cat with a slowly wagging tail and try to greet her, but the panther would just look at her, before slinking off to go rejoin her human. It was heartbreaking to see a daemon who had only just started to come out of her shell become so walled off again.  

Sometimes he wouldn’t even see the animal in the same room and couldn’t help wondering where the daemon could have vanished to. Just seeing a daemon so far away from its human sent a shiver down John’s spine whenever he thought about it, his fingers instinctively curling themselves into the soft fur of his own.  

The reports he had seen about what had happened to Simon to create this Ghost, some of them first-hand from Simon’s own therapist, sent his stomach rolling uncomfortably, and the parts about their treatment of Elanor? He had sweat beading his forehead and Liz pulled into his lap. The rough collie did her best to comfort him, but he could feel her own distress at just the thought of such a thing happening.  

It took well over half a year before Ghost and Elanor were comfortable with turning their backs on John and Liz, and several before they were comfortable working alongside them. The Ghost and his daemon worked alone, but John and Liz were gradually, slowly, at the rate of a melting glacier, becoming an exception to the rule.  

This made it particularly difficult when Ghost was introduced to Soap.  

John MacTavish was, and still is, a loud and confident man. He doesn’t tolerate nonsense and will proudly stand behind his own personal morals and beliefs, even if it’s to the detriment of his professional career. He stands for what’s right, regardless of the consequences, and he’s entirely unapologetic of that fact.  

Soap’s daemon, Gwen, is a perfect match for him. A honey badger, just as unconcerned with the thoughts and feelings of others, and entirely fearless, even when up against daemons easily twice her size. They share a fierce aggression that would have most shaking in their boots, and John has seen firsthand even lions fleeing from their warpath.  

To say that Soap was a bit... much... for Ghost would be an understatement. Soap is so openly friendly with every team he works with, both verbally and physically, and his rather emotional responses to things seem to constantly have the masked soldier on edge.  

Since their first meeting, Soap has learned to reign in his emotions and has matured greatly with the help of experience and the guiding hands of more seasoned soldiers. But several years ago, fresh out of SAS selection, he was far too much for a quiet Ghost who could hardly stand having even John working with him at the best of times.  

While their first meeting didn’t exactly go swimmingly, it ended amicably enough since Soap didn’t seem to take Ghost’s reluctance to socialise to heart. Meanwhile, Ghost just appeared glad to have a break from spending time around someone so bright and bubbly, almost immediately vanishing on a solo mission for a week.  

Kyle was a much safer bet for working alongside Ghost. The young man, while inexperienced, was the top of his class and always eager to learn more. He was like a sponge, soaking up every little piece of advice he’s given and doing his best to apply it to his work. He always asks the right questions at the right times, and always thinks on his words before speaking.  

His daemon, a friendly marbled polecat by the name of Milly, was the first daemon Elanor was willing to open up to. She wasn’t insistent like many of the other daemons in the military, providing the panther with plenty of space, but always choosing to sit beside her, greeting her with a happy chirp. These simple greetings were eventually returned with small nods or pleasant rumbles, and over time, and two daemons fell into the rhythm of being at one another’s side.  

Gaz was always seeking out new things to learn and Ghost had plenty to teach. No matter how difficult the lesson, he would always have the determination to see it through to the end, and his mature, competent nature was gradually winning over the stubborn lieutenant. On the rare occasion where Kyle wasn’t with John, he could be confident that Ghost would have the younger man’s back.  

But Gaz brought more than plain professionalism to their team, he also brought the fun, youthful spark that the group had been missing. His sassy remarks during OPs and cheeky behaviour off the field was worming its way under Ghost’s thick skin, and John could see it in the way his lieutenant began to offer banter of his own in return.  

It was like watching a grizzled old dog interacting with a friendly young pup, slowly relearning what it meant to actually enjoy life here and there. Sometimes Ghost still needed that time to be alone with Elanor, but Kyle and Milly were drawing them out of the dark and back into the light again.  

More often than not the two could be found sitting peacefully together, doing nothing but enjoying the company of their fellow brother in arms. Whether it was eating meals together in private where others wouldn’t see Ghost removing part of his mask, running on the track first thing in the morning to wake themselves up, or claiming the bench under the old tree where they could discuss upcoming schedules or laugh at the young recruits just learning to walk, it was all done by each other's side.  

John could see the pride in Ghost’s eyes whenever Gaz managed to get an upper hand on him in training, he could see how Elanor now greeted Milly with a gentle headbutt, how trust was building between them and their team was solidifying into something unbreakable. Gaz was a loyal man, almost to a fault, but he had awarded that loyalty to John and Ghost and, in return, had been given it back tenfold. 

But the team was yet to be complete, and it wouldn’t be, not until John MacTavish joined them.  

John was admittedly still not certain how well Ghost would take to working so closely with Soap after finding the other man a tad overwhelming the first time, but with Liz’s encouragement and seeing how much Ghost was beginning to come out of his shell, he had no choice but to commit to the selection. Soap’s file reported nothing but constant rapid improvement. He was a talented, driven man, and precisely someone John wanted on his new task force.  

The offer was sent out and immediately accepted.  

Soap and Gaz were, understandably, complete menaces. Two young men eager to prove themselves and have a little fun while they’re at it. They’re thick as thieves and both just as determined to inconvenience John as much as possible while dodging reprimands like the plague. “A bunch of children” he’d called them one day, earning a grunt of agreement from Ghost, Liz and Elanor sharing a look of endless suffering. 

As for the relationship between Ghost and Soap, the best John was hoping for was for them to learn to accept one another, even if that was just enough to be able to put their best foot forward during missions. And it worked well enough, until Las Almas happened. Until Sheperd happened. 

Until Simon happened.  

Years of hiding away, and suddenly it wasn’t Ghost standing before him. It was Simon.  

Soap was looking right at him, and Simon was looking right back.  

Something had changed between them. From the report he got from the two soldiers about the events that transpired he couldn’t tell what, but it was clearly something significant. It had changed them from work colleagues to something far more dangerous. A better man would have nipped it in the bud before it had the change to potentially ruin them, but John has never claimed to be a good man, good men don’t last long in their line of work.  

If he and Gaz are a good team, Ghost and Soap are unstoppable.  

When they think he’s not looking, John has caught how Gwen excitedly jumps around Elanor’s body, learning against the dangerous predator and covering her with affectionate licks. More surprising, is how Elanor returns the behaviour, nipping playfully at the badger’s feet and tussling about on the carpet like a pair of kittens.  

It isn’t until he sees Soap’s bare hand brush through Elanor’s fur that he knows the depth of what they are to one another.  

He just hopes he hasn’t made a horrible mistake.  

[dreamerrgirl]

Would you consider writing a fic where Grey is waiting for Tim to check in but he and Lucy are busy in the Laundry room? Lmao I was inspired by the Mr. Bean gif set. It’d be a hilarious exchagne between Tim/Grey cuz Grey knows all and I’m sure Tim came back looking…interesting ha!

Hahaha I love this idea, that gif set cracks me up every time! For anyone who hasn't seen it, here is the inspiration for this fic by @kat-rose-griffith

Tim hurried through the precinct doors, darting around people with lightning speed as he made a beeline for Grey's office. He couldn't believe how late he was- he was never this late for anything, ever.

"There you are Sarge," Smitty greeted him, coming out of nowhere. Tim nearly crashed into the older officer as he stepped directly in Tim's path. "Grey was about to send out a search party."

Tim groaned internally, externally shaking his head at Smitty. "Are you ever out on patrol?" he grumbled, tired of this man always being up in everyone's business.

"Good luck in there," Smitty grinned, clapping him on the shoulder before sauntering away, leaving Tim with a birds eye view of Grey's office, the Sargent leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed, staring daggers at Tim through the glass.

Shit.

Taking a deep breath, Tim continued on his journey, coming to a halt just inside Grey's office, standing up straight and clasping his hands behind his back, ready for whatever Grey was about to throw at him.

"Sargent Bradford!" Grey declared, spreading his arms wide. "How nice of you to join me. I was only expecting you, oh I don't know, 45 minutes ago." He checked his watch while saying this, raising an eyebrow in Tim's direction.

"Yes Sir," Tim nodded.

"I take it the check-in went longer than anticipated."

"Yes Sir."

"Are you a broken record?"

"No Sir."

Grey sighed. "Tim, shut the door and sit down, and stop talking like a robot. You're not back in the army."

Tim did what he was told, feeling like a scolded child. As soon as he sat down, the questions just kept on coming.

"So, the check-in didn't go as planned?"

Tim's mind flashed to the images of Lucy leggings laying on the grimy floor, her bare body sprawled back against the top of the dryer, the sounds of her muffled moans and their labored breathing echoing in his ears.

Didn't go as planned would be an understatement- not that he was complaining.

Truly at a loss for words, Tim simply shook his head.

"Is Lucy okay, does she need to pull the plug?"

"No, she's okay, she's good, she just wasn't expecting that is all. She said Tesca thinks it could be one of his men, or his brothers. She's hoping to use this as an opportunity to gain his trust."

"Smart move," Grey nodded. "And how are you doing? I heard it was a close one out there."

Tim shrugged. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

The look Grey gave him was full of skepticism, and Tim could practically hear the older man saying: really, because I'm pretty sure getting shot in the back unaware and without backup is something that nobody could handle.

"I'm good, really."

"Alright," Grey raised his hands in defense. "Glad to hear it. Now go and get some rest, you're going to need it in the morning."

Tim nodded his agreement, rising from the chair and making his way towards the door.

"Oh, and Tim," Grey called, his voice smug. Tim paused at the doorframe, turning around to see Grey smirking at him. "Your shirt's on inside out."

[ainoum]

Another cute little story concept im too lazy to write :p

This is just a setup, the idea that sparked this will come in another post, probably lol

Here goes nothing:

Family K has had a LONNG standing feud with family S. This is set in a traditional-leaning society, where women rights and freedom are kinda vague concepts. Horses, property, guns, and Men (non-derogatory)

Fl was born into family K for the sake of saving her older brother who has some kind of organ failure case. He needed an organ transplant, and no one in the huge family they have wanted to donate, because it would kill them, so the parents opted to give birth to another child and hopefully they're compatible and it'll all work out. The child is a girl. They name her Sophia. When Sophia turns 2, she is diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. She can no longer donate.

The parents blame her, because of course, they're old and stupid. Also very spiteful. They have no word in the big family because they have no male heir and weak personalities.

They nearly kill her at age 6 bc her brother dies. They're stopped by the grandma who thought fl was a pretty kid and will probably marry well. One child, tho girl, is better than no child. Obviously.

Fl runs away from home at age ten. She then meets a boy whom no one wanted to play with because he's chubby and awkward, also was kind of creepy because he was a little too obsessed with animals. I'm talking this boi would climb a tree to watch the birds, and observe ants do their thing for hours on end. His family had no other kids his age, he was the oldest.

He ends up letting her into his house since they meet and pay together, she's also a big nerd, and she explains her situation, and since he lives in the same neighbourhood, he invites her to spend the night at his house-somewhere safe, without anyone's knowledge. He lets her into his little house where he collected his research on these animals, which was an abandoned dog house that he colonized from his other cousins.

The boy's family is Family S. And his name is Lorenzo.

After a few days, Sophia returns home, and learns that no one looked for her all that time. Her mother looks at her with contempt and she gets punished for the little ranaway.

Because no one cared, she was able to leave the house when she wanted during the day and make up dumb excuses and no one would care if they were even believable. She was the unnoticeable kid among her dozens of cousins. So it didn't matter that she would be out for hours, walking around or doing research like little adventurers with Lorenzo.

They grow up, and she's pretty, so she starts standing out as she grows older. Her family is no longer okay with her having freedom. What if she does something that lessens her value as a woman, like befriending a boy without anyone to surveil, god forbid.

By this point, they're 16 and Lorenzo is smitten with her. But he doesn't think she likes him back, and doesn't want to scare her off because she barely likes anyone and he knows that, she's a mild psychopath in a way. She lacks compassion, especially for her family, and would say scary things in a non ironic way at times. Anyway, what if his feelings make her uncomfortable and she runs away?

She once told him 'I'm only staying in this small sad village because of you.' After all, if she up and left the city one day no one would care, so he was her only reason.

This was Sophia's way of confessing. She barely knows what love is, anyway. So when she did that, and got the response of 'blushes incessantly and deflects' from Lorenzo, she feels rejected.

She initially thinks he stopped wanting to see her, because the next time he stops showing up, for a couple of days. (because his family fell into a scandal about some member messing up and harming their reputation, everyone was to stay put until they did damage control). So she stopped going to their meeting spot, but then Lorenzo with all of his crazy broke into her house and left her a note only she could get asking if she was okay.

While on his way out of her room (she wasn't there that day), one of her cousins saw him.

Lorenzo tried to reason with him, using wit first.

But the kid was too dumb and nearly blew his cover somehow.

So Lorenzo did the only logical thing to keep him quiet, and pushed him down the stairs, but not stair to stair. Edge of stairs to the ground.

That cousin has never talked again.

Sophia showed up at the meeting spot though, all giddy. So giddy that she didn't lose her best friend that she forgot to ask about how he got the note into her room, and also didn't answer him when he asked why she didn't show up for several weeks.

Give her grace. She's young and has never known love. And everyone can be dumb dramatic at times.

Lorenzo has a very strict family. His grandfather, who loves him most of all his grandchildren, is the strictest of all. His grandfather is the silent tyrant. His mother is the loud dictator. Every morning, they have a mandatory collective breakfast before the men go to work, and during it the mother always has to nitpick at someone, or some maid or anything and make them all uncomfortable or annoyed. Lorenzo is the one to eat quietly and leave. He's kind of unapproachable to his family, even though he's exceedingly polite and good at things he does.

Lorenzo's parents finds out about his meetings, because THEY care what their favorite, first grandson, the apple of their grandfather's eye is doing.

And when they do, they try to separate them without causing trouble. Since it's just his parents that know. The cowards of the family who are scared of angering the grandpa and have the impeccable shief that is their perfect son wouldn't want to lose that power.

They warn him and try to convince their 18 year old son to stop seeing this 'gorl'. He tells them he'll just up and leave and they can find a way not to get kicked out of the house with their drug addictions and bad personalities if they so much as try to continue talking about this.

I forgot to mention he's lost the weight (forcefully). He's pretty good looking.

Anyway, his parents cover for him out of fear and as a last resort they tell his his sassy and scary/authoritarian uncle. He tells Lorenzo off and the boy ignores him. Because that's what he does with his dysfunctional ass family. He ignores what he doesn't like, opting for that instead of constantly having to disrespect them.

Sassy uncle says he'll tell the girl's family. Lorenzo says he'll unplug his cousin and let him die without his knowledge if he does it. And this wouldn't be the first time Lorenzo killed one of his cousins so he believes him and shuts up.

Fast forward Lorenzo is 25 and Sophia is 23. They're still the best of friends and the city is now bigger and there's better places to go!

Sophia wasn't allowed to go to college, but she was allowed to go learn to cook and be good at ladylike things in her aunt's house near the college Lorenzo would go to.

The two hung out quite often.

Story logic means Lorenzo is now ever handsome and fit, anyway the look is doing its thing.

One late afternoon, he was walking Sophia home from shopping down the street, aka, going to see him after he got done with his celebration since he got his master's degree and would be leaving to go back home and help take care of business.

They were walking down one of those steep and narrow alleys, think italy or turkey aesthetic. She gifts him a pocket watch, vintage but something he loves. But it falls and rolls down the ground and stops somewhere far.

After a bit of banter, he sighs a 'you always make me pick up your shit' and she gets offended he called it 'shit' and they keep talking while he walks ahead to pick up the watch

During that, someone walks up to her from behind and tries to shoot Sophia.

Lorenzo, while getting back up from picking up the watch, sees what's going on, and in that split moment, he takes out a gun from under his cardigan and shoots the stranger dead.

Sophia screams, many people start looking out from the window. Dead man on the ground next to woman, and Lorenzo in front of them holding the gun.

Sophia, soon as the shock is over, goes up to him and hugs him, not even looking behind at what happened. She kind of instinctively had to.

Lorenzo is taken into custody.

And turns out word had just reached his grandpa, the head of family S, about Sophia. And he was the one to send the hitman.

He was also the one who gifted his grandson the gun he used to shoot the stranger. Not knowing this would be what it's used for.

Sophia goes home to her aunt, worried sick about Lorenzo, but there was nothing she could do, he told her to leave before the cops came.

Her aunt hugs her as soon as she enters the house.

"They're asking for your hand in marriage!" She tells Sophia. "Your mother just called. Family M's second son is coming to your house to ask for your hand from your father! Your mother was crying on the phone! You've won, honey! You've won the luck lottery after all!"

I didn't forget the diabetes plotline. You forgot it.

[wickedlittleoz]

Hello hello! 🙌 Some time ago on blue bird app I saw someone talking about a royal guard Genji x a (what if) royal guard captain Hanzo and would like to give a penny for your thoughts on it? :3c I think the idea is fun and has lots of potential to develop but also potential to create plot holes if not careful 🏃

Thank you and have a nice day!

HEY THERE <3

sooooo i'm not sure if you wanted this to be like a list of headcanons but i got a little excited and wrote a little drabble lmao

I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! like i didn't enjoy questwatch as much as i thought i would tbh but including hanzo and shimadacest in the story just made it so interesting LOL

i think genji would give hanzo so much work just because he knows hanzo wouldn't punish him, it would be hilarious. and the shit genji and tracer would get up to, to queen emily and hanzo's dismay? blizz should've gone with that angle XDDD

anyway, little drabble coming up under the read more, and anon? thank you!!! hope you enjoy <3~

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Hanzo is but a child when they meet

The King has a nasty habit of taking in unruly children whose parents can’t or won’t care for, and training them to be knights. Genji comes in a scoop of scrawny 8-year-olds about three years after Hanzo himself is handed over by his father, except that Genji’s parents don’t try to get rid of him like Hanzo’s dad did; no, Genji's father was a knight himself and died in the long running war, and his mother, or so the gossip goes, died of heartache upon hearing the news.

At this point Hanzo has made himself a bit of a top dog among the other kids. He’s only 12, but there’s already so many ugly feelings inside him that he pushes and pushes on the training grounds, until when he goes to bed at night he just blanks out. Wakes up the next day and does it all over again. The kids fear him; the knights who train them, love him.

So when Genji arrives full of toothy smiles and snarky responses, they clash. He gets under Hanzo’s skin fast and he enjoys doing it – revels in the looks of wonder the other kids save for him, because he’s the only one who stands up to Hanzo.

It takes less than a week for Hanzo to lash out at him during training. Adults have to step in and push them apart before he beats the younger boy to a pulp. He gets weeks of cleaning duties for punishment and hates Genji even more.

But time does its thing; they learn to get along if only to avoid problems. Hanzo finds that Genji is fun to be around and as they grow older, when he realizes that boys are more than just stinky and prone to fight, he sees beauty in Genji’s smile and a similar desire in the hands that search for him after nightfall.

Genji is his first kiss when he’s 17 and shaking with cold and anxiety.

But they’re not alone, that night. There’s a knight doing safety rounds and he sees them hidden in the forest. It’s nothing more than kissing, but he takes them in and punishment comes hard enough to drive them apart. Hanzo is made knight early and sent to war on the far eastern front; Genji stays to finish his training.

The war is long, merciless, horrifying. Hanzo learns that while boys might enjoy a little spar, men are more destructive than any monster he’s ever encountered. He’s forced to forget Genji because he knows he might never see him again; just hopes they can end this carnage before the younger man is sent to fight alongside him and either has to watch the other die.

Years later, when he returns victorious in spite of everything, one of the few survivors, the King is dead to old age and Queen Emily, a much more benevolent creature than her father, is ruling. Her hand is kind and her smile is easy, and she crowns Hanzo Royal Guard Captain for his merits in the war.

He doesn’t think he deserves it, but when he stands before the crowd and sees the proud joy in Genji’s eyes, he forgets all the horrors and all the time passed fades away, and they’re kids hiding in the woods to experiment love for the first time all over again.

They run off that night to that same place, and Genji tells him they were going to make me Captain if the war never ended when it did and Hanzo says he’s sorry, that he deserves it more than Hanzo does, and Genji laughs and tells him thank you, I didn’t want it, you were born for this.

Hanzo cries when they make love for the first time because he’d forgotten, for years and years, what good feelings were like.

It doesn’t take long for the word to spread out, that the Captain takes one of his knights to bed every night, that this was the whole reason they got separated in their youth. Queen Emily calls them to a private meeting one cold afternoon and Hanzo wants so bad to hold Genji’s hand, he’s terrified that they’ll never make it out of here alive, but they kneel before her with pride and resilience, and she sighs.

Before he died my father told me a story about the two of you, she says gravely. About why he arranged to send you away. It wasn’t because of your love… You should know my father, albeit harsh and strict, had no problem with men like you, or… Women like me.

The Queen seems to blush, bowing her head gently to glance at her own personal guard, a lively brunette who’s far too quick on her feet for anyone’s good, Hanzo has learned since his return.

And the soft tone of this conversation finally clicks. He chances a quick look in Genji’s direction and finds a knowing smirk.

However, she resumes a minute later, the truth is that… Well… Though you weren’t raised together, my father told me you two are actually related. It was a matter of forbidden love between your darling mother, Captain, and your heroic father, Knight Genji. Now, we have no way of knowing how much of this is true, but… You understand his reticence to allow a romantic relationship to bloom between you. Here I am no one to stop love when it’s so clearly written before my eyes. But I thought you deserved to know.

Her words fall flat at Hanzo’s feet; they might be half-brothers, he thinks, but as the Queen herself said, they weren’t raised as such. He feels no fraternal affection towards the man beside him. And life and war have thrown so many horrors towards him that he wants to grab the good and the love while he has them.

Genji as well doesn’t seem at all unnerved by the news. Instead, later that night when they retire to Hanzo’s sleeping quarters, he claims love to his big brother and laughs when Hanzo blushes, and things seem to be just fine.

So in the years that follow, the kingdom of Overland becomes a place where people like Hanzo, Genji, Queen Emily and Tracer, the knight, go to find peace and acceptance. They don’t start new wars and the knights fight to protect the Queen and the goodness that she sows. Hanzo still assists training squires and Genji becomes his right arm on the field.

And together, they’re unstoppable.

[thebookwormfairy]

TEEN DETECTIVE BUCK

As always feel free to use these ideas for your own works

Evan spent a lot of time in hospitals as a kid

Weather it was because he had to donate something for his brother or because of his own reckless actions

To past the time he would read mystery novels

He loved a good mystery and that transfered to his real life

In his home town he would go searching for mysteries

Nothing too big, just a missing pet here, finding out who stole a necklace there

He was able to mostly stay off the local police radars

But that change when his parents moved him, his sister and brother to Los Angeles so that his brother could get better treatment when Buck was 9

With his parents focus on Daniel's treatment and Maddie focus of College Buck had a lot of free time on his hand and decided to continue his boy detective antics

As he got older Daniel got better but his parents still gave all their attention to him and sometimes Maddie and the only time has parents acknowledge his existence was when he was hurt or when he had to be picked up from the police station when he was caught "trespassing" for a case

Which is why he is in the backseat of his favorite police officer's car, Athena Grant

He first time met Athena was shortly after he moved to LA

He was looking for a classmates lost parrot that turned out to be extremely rare and stumbled on a black market animal trade

He snuck in and grab his friends parrot before sneaking out and calling 911

911 operator: 911 what's your emergency?

13 year old Buck: Um hi, I think I found an animal smuggling ring.

911 operator: ....I'm sorry could you repeat that?

Buck: I was looking for my friend's parrot and found an animal smuggling ring

911 operator: ...Ok? Where are you located

Buck told them he was at a warehouse by the docks

911 operator *switching over to call Athena": Hey Officer Grant I have a kid on the other line that says he found an animal smuggling ring.

Athena *rolling her eyes*: Well I'll give the kid this that is a prank call I haven't heard before.

911 operator:. Here's the thing, he's calling from a payphone at the docks, so he's either telling the truth or taking the prank way to far. Can you please go check on him?

Athena: I'm never too busy to lecture kids on the importance of not wasting 911's time.

911 operator: Thanks Athena! *Switching back over to Buck* Okay there is an officer heading to your location.

Buck *Just excited that he founds his friend's parrot*:. Awesome thanks!

Buck kept talking to the 911 operator until Athena pulled up to him.

Buck told the operator the police were there and hung up to run up to Athena

Buck: Thanks goodness you're here! We're going to need back up! That warehouse is full of all sorts of animals, like tigers and penguins, and those guys were being sooo mean to the animals and they stole my friend's bird!

Athena watch as this strange teenager who ran up with a blue parrot on his shoulder

Athena: What's your name kid?

Buck: Evan, but I go by Buck because when I first moved here there were already like 5 Evans in my class so instead I go by Buck instead of being Evan B

Athena: And do your parents know where you are?

Buck: Maybe? I know I told them before I left but they were busy talking about Daniel so I don't know if they heard me.

Athena: Ok this was a funny joke but let's get you home ande and your parents can have a nice long talk with you about prank calling 911

Buck: But it wasn't a prank! Follow me I'll show you!

Buck ran off and Athena had no choice but to follow him

He lead the officer to a ladder that lead to a fire escape exit for the warehouse that had obviously been tamper with to not go off when open

Following the boy she found exactly what he described, a warehouse filled with animals of all kinds, and men walking around either on phones probably talking to their customers or throwing food at different animals while kicking the cages

Seeing enough Athena led Buck out of the warehouse again and made sure they were a safe distance away before radioing dispatch for back up

Athena: Dispatch this is officer Grant, it turns out that prank call wasn't a prank after all, I'm going to need several more units and animal control at my location now.

After the ring was busted and animal control had the animals under control Athena walks back up to Buck

Buck: That was awesome! Do you think you can give me a ride to my friend's house? I want to return Blu to his owner

Athena: Sure and while we do that, we're going to have a nice long talk about how you shouldn't sneak into warehouses and sneak past potentially very dangerous men so that you can get a parrot back.

Despite that talk, Buck ran into Athena more times that she would have liked at first

Buck just seemed to have a knack for simple mysteries turning into major crimes

Looking for a lost necklace?

Ends up finding a jewel smuggling ring

Finding out who was spray painting they school ?

Uncovering a conspiracy to frame certain kids to get them kicked out

Just trying to find out who his secrete admirer is?

Turns out they're a stalker who follows his cases!

Buck became so much apart of Athena's career that he got is own code so Athena automatically knows that this has something to do with Buck

Over time their exasperated relationship turned into pseudo mother son relationship

Buck open up to Athena about how his parents focus more on his older siblings, Maddie who was in Nursing school and Daniel who was pre-med

That on the rare times they did acknowledge him it was because he did something they preserved as wrong or he was hurt

Athena took that poor boy under her wing and basically started to raise him as her own

She would go to his school events, encourage him when he needs it, and be a shoulder to cry on when the silence at home got to be too much for him

Athena wasn't the only emergency reaponder that Buck was well aquatinted with

He was also well know in the 118

Hey you didn't do what Buck does without getting injured or stuck in a really high tree, which is how he met Bobby

Since Bobby had joined the 118 he had heard stories about this teen detective that got himself into all sorts of trouble

Bobby didn't really believe them, he honestly thought that the team was trying to trick him

Until he got a call that a code baby blue was stuck in a tree

Bobby: I'm sorry dispatch could you repeat that?

Dispatch: You must be new, code baby blue is Buck, he somehow hot himself stuck in a tree

Bobby: Okay dispatch

Bobby turns to Hen and Chimney

Bobby: Buck is a real person?

Chimney: Yeah, did you think he wasn't?

Bobby: I honestly thought you guys were pulling my leg

Hen:. Oh no Cap, Buck is very much a really person and I can't wait for you to meet him

When they got to the sight, Bobby was expecting a scrawny preteen maybe 10 feet above the ground

What he got was a burley 16 year old, 20 feet in the air

Buck *waving his hand*: Hi Hen, hi Chimney! I know what this looks like but please don't tell Athena!

Hen *laughing*: What are you doing up there Buckaroo?

Buck: I was working on a case and a piece of evidence got blown up here

Chimney was shaking his head and taking pictures as Bobby clipped in and started to climb the ladder to get this kid that should have known better out of the tree

Buck *as Bobby reached him*: Hi I'm Buck! I promise this was totally worth it! This fabric is the key to solving my case!

Bobby: please climb down

Buck: okay!

Bobby clipped Buck in and they started their descent down from the tree

They were almost down when a police car came speeding into the parking lot

Athena *over her loud speaker*: Evan Buck Buckley you are in so much trouble

Buck: Oh man

Apparently Buck was supposed to be grounded after he snuck into a warehouse he thought was making counterfeit items

And they were because the fabric clutch in his hand proved it!

Bobby couldn't help but laugh at this whole situation

Bobby kept seeing Buck and soon also emotionally adopted him

When it came time for Buck's highschool graduation, his parents didn't come but his siblings did, as did the 118, and a good number of the LAPD

After Buck graduated he got an associates degree and spent some time traveling around before he shocked every first responder in the LA area by entering the fire academy

Everybody was so sure he was going to be a police officer or even a private detective, but no he became a firefighter

But his keen detective mind helped him on more than a few occasions

He was the first to figure out the bank heist skeem

And when it came to the lock yard mystery his brain was humming with ideas and theories

Athena: Don't even think about it Buck

Buck: But-

Athena: No I remember that gleam in your eyes

Buck: The mail isn't her own and there seems to be-

Athena: No!

Buck *talking quicker*: I bet she was blackmailing someone!

Athena: Bobby get our son out of here before he ends up back in the back of my police cruiser!

Bobby: Of course honey! C'mon Buck, listen to your mother

Buck pouted like a child and the rest of the team laughed at him except Eddie

Eddie: What does she mean by being back in the back of her police cruiser

Buck: I was a bit of a nosey kid-

Chimney: Oh no! You are not going to play this down! This kid was a menace! He was a real Nancy Drew and that would get him in so much trouble!

Buck: It didn't get me in that much trouble

Hen: Did you forget when we had to get you out of a vending machine because some guy you were tailing locked you in there

Chimney: Of that time your got stuck in a fence because you were sure that the old factory was being used to make counterfeit money

Buck:. THEY WERE!

Bobby: let's not forget how we met, you being stuck in a 20 ft tree

Eddie: Damn Buck, you were a bit of a trouble maker

Buck *blushing*: I was more of a trouble magnet, I didn't mean to get in trouble it just sort of found me

Athena: Yeah that happens when you actively look for it

Eddie: Buck Buckley teen detective! You could write books!

Bobby: Don't encourage him to encourage more teen detectives!

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Hi. How are you? I saw your request were open, so I thought I’d send one in! I always love seeing your requests in my inbox and writing them by the way. I’m not sure what you will and won’t do, but can I have a Sanji x Princess female reader, where the reader is the runaway bride of Ichiji (who has been promised to him since they were children), who meets the Strawhats around Alabasta seeking a life of adventure (not realizing who Sanji really is). The two grow close, Sanji refusing to tell her who he really is. Eventually, Whole Cake Island starts and she is forced to come back. But in the end, she is able to escape with the strawhats and her and Sanji finally make it official.

I’m so sorry it’s a lot, if you don’t want to write it that’s okay. I just have this idea but I just can’t figure out how to write it and since you have great ideas, you’d be perfect for the job! Thank you 💙💙💙

I'm gonna do it in headcanons if that is alright..

Trigger warnings: Mention of forced marriage, loveless marriage, bullying, swearing (anything else..let me know)

Bird in a cage..

One Piece

Sanji Vinsmoke x Princess! Female Reader

1. I'm gonna assume that you never really loved Ichiji to begin with and you were in a forced relationship/future spouse thing with that guy by your parents since you were a child and being a princess of Winter meant that you had a lot of marriage proposals from other men and being a princess meant that there will come a day that you will end up marrying someone that your parents would approve of and you won't. Your father was close friends with Vinsmoke judge and offered your hand in marriage to Ichiji, the eldest son in marriage even before your fourth birthday (you were promised to Ichiji when you two were children)..of all the riches in the land and wealth as a princess..there is always the cons like being forced to marry someone you hate.

2. You knew that you never liked Ichiji to begin with..he was cruel and a bully and the way he treated your servants and his made your blood boil. You were like a bird in a cage with the Vinsmoke family..expected to breed children when you and Ichiji were ready. To you, Ichiji was a total dick and to Ichiji, you were expected to know your place, Princess or not. You feared that Ichiji's behavior would be controlling when he got older and you were right on that matter.

3. Since childhood, you were always expected to play with Ichiji and his 'strong' brothers and his sister (you never met Sanji back then..because Vinsmoke judge made sure that he was out of the way and out of mind-locked up away in a prison cell-from the winter Princess *you*)..

4. It all came to ahead when you and Ichiji were of age and you were forced to face the reality of Ichiji becoming your husband (you thought that your father would change his mind and say that this is a bad idea) and you being a permanent bird in a cage..and obviously all the rules like don't do that or don't do this. Ichiji became more of a gentleman..surprising you with gifts or flowers or whatever would make a woman happy but you didn't feel happy..the love wasn't there for you.

5. The day of your marriage came with the eldest brother of the Vinsmoke family and that was when your plan came to light to Rejiu about escaping the god dammed Vinsmoke residence and Rejiu helped you escape..Rejiu knew that you deserve better then him. Despite all the compliments of how Ichiji will love to have you as his wife officially..you didn't feel the same.

6. You looked a sight..in a wedding gown escaping in a tiny boat away from Vinsmoke residence..you didn't want to bear the burden of being a princess anymore. I guess you should've planned better to escape because it didn't take long for things to go south extremely quickly when a large wave destroyed your boat and pulled you under quickly.

7. You thought that you were dead when you regained consciousness in a boat..the sunny. Someone saw you half dead in a wedding dress in the ocean and saved your life..Sanji saved your life..and Chopper treated your injuries.

8. The sunny crew was nothing as what you expected..you thought that they were evil and stuff like what your guards told you but they were really nice and treated you as family.

9. It was a bit of a surprise to some when you revealed who you were but they were accepting of it despite Zoro kinda grumbling about how they were going to protect you and stuff..after telling them your story of why you were in a wedding gown and things..you were confused at why Sanji froze when you said Ichiji's name but thought nothing of it. (You were given proper clothes instead of a wedding dress thankfully)

10. Sanji grew closer to you quicker than the other sunny members once realising that you generally meant no harm..Sanji..was generally a good guy..and a good gentleman. The development between Sanji and you was gradual but you two grew closer on every adventure you went on.

11. Then the whole cake Island arc started and you were forced to come back with the Vinsmoke family because Ichiji 'understands' why you've run off after Rejiu saved Luffy's life but it was your duty to obey as a good wife to Ichiji.

12. You were forced to stay by Ichiji's side and when he had to do something else...the other brothers basically watched you like a hawk as if you would run away..

13. When Sanji realised what had happened involving you and all..he wasted no time in rescuing you and having to reveal his identity and relationship with Ichiji and his other brothers..you realised why and you never blamed him for it..during childhood..Ichiji always told you how he bullied a weakling..you never realised it was Sanji. (Sanji never loved Pudding to begin with..he only agreed to this marriage in order for your life to be safe).

14. After the whole cake Island fiasco was over. You apologised to Sanji in front of the Sunny crew for not giving a proper answer sooner but..you still love him and Sanji gave you a proper kiss in front of everyone.

Author's note: my apologies if it is not up to your standards. You are my first requester so..I tried my best.

[crimbabyops]

The Un-Natural Love Story

Chapter 1/? The Meet Up

Warnings: Long as fuck, murder but not in detail, smut later on, usage of curse words, fluff, No Y/N all OC based uhh that should be it but let me know if not.

A/N: I know this ain’t the Montai and Nixx fic I promised but I’m still working on that but please do enjoy this series I am writing and I do promise to post the other fic that’s a promise.

These chapters are long so be prepared.

The sounds of leaves crunching, birds singing, and….curses being said in the distance. Makes a great drama in the making. But this is a story about a pirate vampire and a ninja assassin falling in love.

I know I know this isn’t your normal fantasy love story but it is very enjoyable. Let’s get started all about the pirate vampire. Named Diablo Cattaneo, he’s uhhh let’s just say older than the universe.

Born a twin to Crimson Morningstar, he was the more calm but chaotic type of person. He was so attracted to wet stuff and not in that type of way…..I think. When he landed on earth to find his twin he landed in the ocean with no direction on where to go.

He swam and swam until he reached this sandy area that mortals call a beach. Dia explored until he found this bar filled with drunks galore, clothes ragged, and his twin near the bottles of strange liquid and barrels of unknown substance.

He sat and listened as his twin told him all about her adventures of different places, treasures and a chest filled with greed and sin. He was more focused on the creatures though, mostly these 8 legged creatures called spiders. He wanted to learn more so he did.

He adventures out to unknown and un-searched lands. Along the way he finds this band of drunks complaining about being moneyless and bloodless. He continues to listen from afar. Finds out that their vampire pirates that were thrown away by their captain for he was a prince that wanted control over adventure. But before that could happen he turned them to forever be damned to the darkness and castaways to the sea forever to stay away from the shore.

This gives Dia an idea, he starts his search with the help of his twin for a spell that can turn any damned soul into a living soul once again. He finds these pirates again still on the beach moping and complaining about their troubles. “Fuck that prince he was always an ass kisser anyways.” one states in a whiny tone “You mean he was a stuck up rich boy who desired control.” another states kicking the ocean with a gruffy tone. “Now now, don’t kick the ocean, she has nothing to do with it.” Dia walks out with a chuckle and two barrels filled with whiskey and rum and maybe even a little bit of blood.

The men stand up and draw their swords at him. “Who are you?!” one shouts with a shaky but scared tone at the 8 '10 8' 11 man standing in front of them with brown and black horns, neon blue long but slightly curly hair, heterochromia eyes one brown and one blue, and arms half covered like they was a glove, and a brown skin dark like carmel once it settles. “Who am I? Well I can be your savor or your worst fucking nightmare. Truly up to you darlings but I think I may have something you utterly desire.” he spoke with a smooth but dark voice.

“We want nothing of yours, demon!” A man says getting closer to land but only immediately falling to his knees in pain. Fading away into ash, Dia chuckles and takes his hat off in respect. “See here gentleman, you can call me whatever you want but the more you deny me the more you deny the only way to feel the sand in between your toes, the heat from the sun, and the sin you disgustingly want with another body.” Dia says already getting impatient.

Dia puts the barrels down to sit on top of it while his tail just sways back and forth. The two men still alive inhale and smell blood in the barrels. Dia sees this and chuckles “Now I think yall are getting my drift here. These barrels contain what you need to feel land but on one condition.” He says poking a hole into the barrel for them to get a better whiff of the blood. The men look at each other and back at Dia, putting away their swords.

“What’s the condition?” one of them asked “I need a boat and a crew. Where can I find both of them, maybe even just one but where?” Both men look at each other thinking before finally saying. “There's an island 3 days from here. It’s called Rikers Island where you’ll find all the crooked criminals. You’ll find your crew there but for the boat that’s a longer story. ” Dia throws one of the barrels at the man. He watches as they fight over the one barrel till the one pushes the other off of him and takes the barrel and runs.

“Don’t forget I have two so tell me about the boat or you can stay here for all of your natural unborn life.” Dia says, looking at his nails waiting for his answer. “If you want a boat you have to be granted it by the ocean.” Dia looks at him curiously “What do you mean?” “In this world, there are 4 elements: each one grants people these blessings basically, if the fire grants you worthy of wielding its power it gives you that and more. 3 people were already granted these powers, One was granted earth, one was granted fire, and one was granted wind.”

Dia ponders this and tells him to continue. “If you want to get blessed, some people say you have to bring offerings, or you have to die to get your blessing. Many have brought the sea offerings only to be denied. If you can get the sea to approve you. You are one lucky son of a bitch.” The man says being close to fading out since the sun is almost out. “Please we had a deal! I told you everything I know! Give me the barrel!” Dia pokes a hole in the barrel only for it to leak out sand. “Whoops. I guess I forgot to fill it.” He says with a smirk and walks away as he listens to the man screaming curses at him.

Dia walks away and hums before stopping in front of the sea. “So I guess I gotta start bringing you offerings huh? Let’s see what the sea likes.” he says walking away. While in a different timezone on the other side of the world.

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A shadow, a mystery, and danger to most but mostly to his kill-list but to others he’s an introvert, keeps his head down and keeps to himself. His name is Nahru Ito and he’s a 23 year old ninja assassin.

Leaving the house at 15, meeting his Master Osaka. Nahru was always the silent type, never really in drama. Was more focused on his training than instead of finding love or having fun. I know it's cliche but he is still a child so I can understand.

Living in an ‘entertainment’ district Sokjin, Japan. Nahru was never allowed out, especially at night. So he trained and trained and slept until he was 18. This was the age he left to explore and start his ninja career. While also getting hired at Osaka's club. The Drunken Fox this club was very known especially for those desperate bitches who needed love.

And our character Nahru was one of the hosts. He was very requested by a few men but mostly women. Let me stop you right there by host club I mostly mean people who need dates, arm candy even for events. While being one of the hosts he was also a bodyguard to keep the place in control.

Until he was approached by a very known client that was in trouble. “I need your help. I know you're just a bodyguard and a ninja but I need your help. I can pay you however but I need you to get rid of someone for me. ” He gets curious and pulls the client into the room so they can talk privately.

“What’s going on?” He asks the client giving her water to drink . “It’s my sister she went missing a few days back only to be found once again but when she got back I could tell she wasn’t herself.” “I mean she got kidnapped so she’s probably scared.” “That’s what I thought too but when she came back with this guy nowhere near her type he…was weird. When I say weird I mean weird he talked in third person. Always holding the back of my sister's neck to keep her near him. Never slept and never ate.” She continues to tell him the situation.

“What do you want me to do about it?” He asks her, realizing what she’s talking about. “I will pay you a thousand dollars to get info and get rid of him and find my sister.” She says her eyes filled with despair and maybe even some guilt. “Make it 3,000 and you have a deal.” She agrees and gives him enough information for him to get started.

Nahru packs his stuff getting ready to make his journey over to Tokyo, Japan. As he does he starts asking locals about him. “Oh yeah, he's a very strange man. Never talked to anyone but himself and his wife. His wife was weirder though she used to smile and wave and even play with the kids but now she just stares. Always has this blank, no emotion stare. Un-human even.” The locals continue to explain until the wife and husband come out. “Look there, they go right there. See the way she just stares.” Nahru looks at her and notices more than just an emotionless void.

He notices a camera and realizes something about her neck. It turned at an unnatural angle. ‘Weird’ he thinks as he finds his temporary home for him to stay. Over the weeks he investigates and searches for answers all while more creepy stuff has happened. All the locals turned into emotionless creatures and always stared at him with blank stares. Never smiled or wave, never stopped him to talk.

They were always just staring. It didn't make him uneasy but it made him more curious than ever. The week continued with more and more strange things happening. Until he woke up one day vision foggy, hearing clouded, and his head was pounding. He tried to rub his eyes only for him to find out his hands were tied to the wall. He looks around to see all the villagers and even the sister scared and frightened.

All pleading or begging to be released. Some pray to the gods above while others just want to know what’s going on. Nahru asks the person next to him what's going on. “I-I don’t know. We woke up here with no explanation. They put food in the middle and expect us to fight over them and when we don’t…….they kill us.” The man says scared.

A red light starts shining and a loud buzzer starts going off. The middle part of the ceiling starts slowly moving down. In the middle, is stale and bland food while everyone is looking at the food. The handcuffs release their hands for them to start fighting. Except for Nahru……

Chapter two

[estevnys]

29 + 30 + 31 for ophielora pls ?

dnd asks !!!!!

29. Please describe your PC’s romantic type 

men who are older than her. I MEAN WHAT. WHO SAID THAT!!!

ophie is so awkward, i feel like she probably "falls in love" with whoever is nice to her (alexa play 'someone new' by hozier). but deep down i think she just wants someone who won't judge her for being the way she is (awkward/unlucky/weird). in game i have her paired with astarion at first and then halsin, where a few years post game they eventually all come together and are in a beautiful and not weirdly-centered-on-tav poly trio.

she always sees the good in people, and i think she's drawn to people who don't see the good in themselves quite yet, just like her. she is aggressively positive, and there's definitely a sort of "fake it til you make it" aspect, but i think. overall she always tries to be genuine, and when people aren't genuine, it makes her weirdly want to help them? and usually that means showing them this intense love. I DONT KNOW IF THAT MAKES SENSE GALKSLSKgh.

physically she is most into men than women, but she's not particularly picky. she does like to be in and out of the proverbial, uhm, "caretaker" role when it comes to the physical side of the relationship, so she's not picky in that department either.

30. How does your PC flirt? 

AWFULLY. she has no idea. i wish there was more awkward flirting in this game. i think it is why she originally does not pick up on gale flirting with her and has to let him down easy (IM SORRY GALE). she is very like. not used to social customs--being from literal werewolf woods USA--and so she's very direct. she openly gives compliments and means them wholeheartedly, but when someone comes at HER with compliments, she turns beet red and shuffles awkwardly. it's part of what draws her to astarion in the first place-- the confidence (even if its an act) makes her feel important & special in someone's eyes.

she is keen on giving little druidic gifts to people-- flower crowns, shiny rocks, messages from birds. i think she's also very touchy...like physically i mean, she will hug and grab people's hands and then panic afterwards to question is she was actually flirting or if maybe they didn't get it and she was being friendly--- skljasjfalsf she's a mess.

31. What’s your favorite part of playing your PC? 

BEING NICE.... and turning astarion nice >:) he's justtttt starting to see some good in the world and it makes me so happy :) i am terrible at being mean in video games lol

[chidoroki]

Heavenly Delusion EP1

aka: The Promised Heaven!!!

I know nothing but the slight TPN parallels I’ve gathered from trailers.

Look how normal everything looks. Everyone is at peace and certainly nothing bad will happen! Ahhaha, LIES!!!

Oh AND we’re taking tests now. Gotta see if your minds are developing as they should. You know, for dinner.

“Do you want to go outside of the outside?” says the glitched out ipad. Yeah, why not! What could ever go wrong??

Wait so our two main characters are already out? Or is this a dream? Quick time skip? Context please. I’m already so lost.

“The windows are barely broken. I guess no one’s been in here yet.” She says just seconds before breaking said window and entering anyway.

Finding two old people wasted away and death on the bed, how lovely.

Oh, I noticed the chick has a gun holster on her leg.

Yeah and now could be a perfect time to use it because that’s certainly no ordinary bird!

Or you can use the gun on these creepy men, that works too.

They’re from the lawless generation? Meaning... what?

Goddamn, Maru is quite a skilled fighter!

And this camera work is impressive, zooming around the fence like that.

Oh, yeah, that’s no normal gun. It fires some sort of laser? That melts things?

“As if anything like heaven exists since the Collapse.” What has happened in this world and why are we so driven to find this heaven? A safe place?

She threatened them with the gun to allow her to charge a battery.. a battery that is needed for the gun to fire in the first place. Clever girl.

Yo this school kid with tiny ponytail needs to chill out! You can’t just throw a ball, parkour down off a building to run and catch the very same ball with no explanation! Why are you so athletic?

“Huh? There’s an outside beyond the wall?” As if the TPN vibes weren’t strong enough already!!

“When I think about wanting to go outside, two people from the outside come to help me, and one of their faces.. is exactly the same as yours.” Tokio does resemble Maru quite a bit. Is everything that’s happening on the outside part of a dream? Or are they connected in some way we dunno yet? Or.. is this some kind of scenario sorta like “The Island” where we’re clones of each other and those in this school are only kept around to act like organ donors to those on the outside? I really have no idea.

The director of the school is an older woman.. do you feed these kids to demons too grandma??

Maru is 15 and this girl (who’s name I’m gonna look up anyway) Kiruko is 18? 20? She’s not sure either, apparently. How would you not know your own age?

Damn, she’s got some serious scars huh?

“There’s a monster that prowls around this area. Don’t go wandering around at night.” “You mean a man-eater?” Bro I can’t with these parallels!!

Using chopsticks perfectly and being well educated is strange for these times..? Or just for kids of their generation?

Oh the poor lady thought they were actually siblings and didn’t want them dating. Thank god they’re not on both accounts.

The lady is gearing up to shoot down that monster annnd nevermind, it’s already here.

Wait, we’re done already? Ehh I have so many questions, hello??

[thesconesyard]

And cause I just posted that dumb idea I had from the creation of this tale, have some

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Temporal Anomaly

Part 8

McCoy had settled into his quarters after dinner with a book in his hand and his feet up. A tumbler of bourbon was within reach and an empty glass ready if someone were to join him. Somehow he had managed to push everything about Leo to the side of his mind for the moment.

When the door chimed he set the book aside and called for whoever was there to come in. He dropped his feet to the floor and was reaching to pour another glass when he looked over his shoulder.

“Hey Sco…” the greeting died on his lips. It wasn’t the chief engineer at his door.

“I don’t mean to intrude,” Leo said from the doorway. He glanced at McCoy reaching for the bottle and the empty glass. “Were you expecting someone? I can go…”

“I—” the words were straining to get out of McCoy’s throat. He wanted to talk to this counterpart of his, he just hadn’t expected it so soon. “Come… come in.”

“If you’re sure,” Leo said.

McCoy managed a nod. Leo stepped into the room, glancing at the quarters.

“A drink?” McCoy got out.

“Please,” Leo said over his shoulder. He was looking around McCoy’s quarters with interest. “No pictures of Joanna? Or you keep’em in there?” He nodded off to the sleeping area.

McCoy frowned as he set the bottle back down. “Who’s Joanna?”

Leo turned to face him and his brows furrowed.

“Our daughter.”

Now McCoy’s eyes went wide and pang went through his chest. He could have had a daughter? Slowly his head shook at Leo.

“We… we didn’t…”

“Oh.”

Leo sat down in the chair across from McCoy and took the glass handed to him. Silence fell between the two men as they looked at each other. McCoy couldn’t slow the pounding in his chest. He could have had a child. What else did this other version of him have that he was missing?

“I, uh, guess I didn’t mean to start us off like that,” Leo finally said.

“What’s she like?” McCoy asked suddenly. “Your daughter?”

Leo took a sip from his glass and smiled fondly.

“She’s always been the sweetest thing. Same brown hair as us, but she has Jocelyn’s eyes. Smart as a whip and clever. Always taking care of everyone she could.” Leo snorted out a laugh. “The number of broken bird wings that child mended… She’s a nurse now, and a damn fine one at that.”

McCoy could picture her. A sweet little girl who grew into a bright young woman. He blinked away a feeling of tears. His heart felt it had been robbed.

“When Dad passed, she was there to comfort me the whole way through.”

McCoy looked up sharply. Of course Leo’s father would have passed. The man was much older than McCoy.

“Oh hell, Spock’ll probably frown me into the next galaxy for telling you these things, but I don’t care,” Leo said and took another sip from his glass.

“Our Spock maybe, but the ambassador passed a few things to Jim and Spock. He was a lot less uptight than our Spock.”

Leo chuckled. “I noticed. My Spock was like that when he was younger too. I think age mellowed him, but he’d never admit it. Jim helped too. Say, are your Jim and Spock…”

McCoy laughed. “No, but lord help the rest of us put up with them. Scotty says we should just shove them in a closet until they figure it out and I’m starting to think it might be the only solution.”

Leo’s brow quirked at that. “They’ll get there, don’t worry. What about you son? Sweet on anyone?”

McCoy choked on the sip he was taking. He coughed to clear his airway. He stared across at Leo’s amused face when he finally caught his breath.

“Should I take that as a yes?” Leo raised an eyebrow.

“You gonna tell me who you’re married to?” McCoy countered.

“I probably shouldn’t,” Leo chuckled. “Might ruin all the mystery and romance.”

“I haven’t believed in romance since Jocelyn divorced me,” McCoy frowned.

“Oh you will again. Trust me. When you aren’t looking for it, you’ll realize it’s been right in front of you the whole time.”

“That so?” McCoy raised his brow. “That how it happened for you?”

Leo nodded. “One day I realized what I thought was good friendship was really love, and, well…” Leo held up his hand with the ring.

Jealousy touched lightly on McCoy’s heart, but hope rose with it. Would he find someone again and be happy like his counterpart?

The door chimed again.

“I can go,” Leo started.

“Come in,” McCoy called. “Stay,” he said to Leo, “it’s fine.”