#like why am i the one teaching you how to treat a girl well. considering the history and circumstances

[thebirdandhersong]

Respectfully. I am tired of being helpful :)

[somewhereincairparavel]

🪸 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼 Percy Jackson headcanons starring Elora! (An island and summer girl at heart!) 🪸 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

Thank you @sequinsnstars for reigniting my interest in this series. It's time I did a remake!

I know everyone is just thinking "why did you have yourself be a camper in camp Jupiter if you hate camp Jupiter so much?" Well. I exist in camp Jupiter because I want to spite everyone who gave Jason a hard time there 😤

Anyways, I had no claiming in Camp Jupiter, the moment I stepped foot onto the campus with the 7, a huge shiny blue trident appeared over my head, the storm clouds were huddling together to form a storm, and all that typical dramatic Poseidon shenanigans. I think that kinda cemented that I was officially a part of camp half blood now??The claiming actually made me feel good? Because Poseidon chose to be extra dramatic and made sure to do it when basically everyone at camp was inside the huge campus, so basically everyone stopped what they were doing to like, stare in curiosity.

Because in Camp Jupiter, I never received any positive kind of attention yk? Neptune was considered bad luck, so I was basically receiving the child of hades treatment, but the Roman version.

As a legacy of Athena and Hermes (thank you to my moots for helping me figure this out!) I naturally get along with them very well.

@gentlehue would SO teach me how to grow plants, and I'll help her water them 😤💅 Cynthia I'd definitely give you potted flowers every time I run into you 🩷

I swear the Aphrodite children are SO superficially judged by people in camp sometimes :/ I'd defend my pretty babies from harassment and gossip any day fr (@sequinsnstars @auroraofthesun)

Also dear Aphrodite children, I love makeup and would spend hours in your cabin with you drowning in lip gloss. Y'all would be the best teachers for my make-up lessons.

Percy and I have beds facing diagonal to each other, while Tyson sleeps in the bottom bunk. We have fun game nights all the time omgg.

I have pictures of my happy times in Rome stick on my board (‘happy times’ translate to pictures w my bb boy Jason Grace since we were kids and he has them stuck too awh 🥹)

Since I'm an Athena legacy, I always tease Annabeth and Percy that “I'm related to BOTH of them” and also, they make me pick sides when they're annoying e/o by saying “cmon family sticks together!”

I would be great buddies with Castor and Pollux (let's pretend they're both happy and alive) and would always reassure them that Dionysus kids don't deserve to be called “lazy and useless” bc THEY DON'T.

Speaking of which, Dionysus rolled his eyes at my dramatic claiming muttering “another useless sea urchin that provides nothing but high attitude to our camp” 😭 bro didn't even Hesitate

I feel like I wouldn't get along with Ares children that much. Neptune children are known for their high temper (with Neptune representing the ‘violent and turbulent’ side of the ocean, unlike Poseidon who represents the positive sides of it) and it would totally clash with Ares kids tbh. Frank Zhang, however, is the biggest exception!

I have these moments where Annabeth is just so used to calling Percy “seaweed brain” and teasing him about being oblivious that she forgets that I'm an Athena legacy aswell and just assumes I'm not that smart. (Not implying that she thinks Percy's dumb, but her teasing kinda gets to her head sometimes) and i have to snap back with some quick smart response to remind her that lol

am considerably close to Nico, because I already knew him at camp Jupiter, and we kinda had a small heart to heart about how terribly we were both treated because of our parentage. Of course, that closeness continued in camp half blood as well.

I'm the closest to Kayla and Will in the apollo cabin because they almost always are the ones who treat my injuries (and @auroraofthesun too because you're an Apollo legacy!)

I have a Pegasus that I took with me from Camp Jupiter, his name is ‘Alga’ (meaning, ‘seaweed’ in Latin) he's steel blue with a grayish tint. I didn't get a Pegasus of my own like Reyna did, but more rather, I came across one who followed me around, and i adopted it without telling anyone but Jason about it while I was at camp. He thought it was sweet and didn't snitch on me or even tell Reyna <3

And Yes, Alga and blackjack are buds. And yes they do roast us, and yes we do understand them.Also, just like how Demeter kids hate when flowers are being plucked from their roots, and how Percy hates aquariums because they confine sea creatures, I hate it when people take too many seashells from the beach. (irl I actually love seashells and used to collect them, but I've heard taking too many spoils the ecosystem in a way, and realistically if I am in the pjoverse, that would naturally make me dislike it)

But I do love making sand castles and attachingseashells on them, because I'm not taking them with me right? It's just gonna stay there. I can have fun in an eco friendly way lolzAnd I prefer keeping fake seashells made of ceramic and stuff as decor to maintain my aesthetic

Me and Percy can communicate underwater, but to other people, it would sound like we are speaking gibberish. He was ECSTATIC when he discovered this new made-up sea language ability lmao

Also, we are both in-charge of cleaning the ocean if it gets too dirty, so we have “chores days” where we dive in, and clean every ounce of harmful algae. And tending to sick sea animals.My nickname is ‘Kelp head’ because I have extremely wavy hair that's shaped like kelp. I've had that nickname ever since my time at camp Jupiter!I'm extremely competitive at capture the flag! Because of that Roman wild war blood in me, I just can't help but take it kinda seriously. I feel like Percy's way more chill when it comes to this lol

[baratiddyappreciator]

Hii! I heard you take requests? How about some childhood headcanons? Like what were these guys like when they were small… :0

Oh I am so glad someone asked this one because I've been having ideas bouncing around but haven't actually thought of making a post of my own. (Throwing in a bonus Natsue and Tokugawa because why not?)

Baki:

He was a trouble-maker through and through. He didn't pay attention whenever he did attend school, and he'd always pick fights with any kids bigger or stronger than him so he could improve and get stronger, like his father.

Emi probably got a lot of phone calls from the schools to come get her rowdy ass child because he was being a menace. He wouldn't bully kids, but he would bully the bullies, and while a lot of the younger kids admired him because he'd get the bullies off their backs, they also feared him.

Baki has chilled out a lot since he first fought his father and joined the underground arena, bro used to be a fireball.

Kozue:

She was an angel, a quiet child, but an angel. She was sweet and helping her teachers with any tasks that they were doing. This girl cleaned the chalkboards, helped tidy up the class, and would even collect test papers and set them on the teachers desk, all without even being asked to.

Sweet to even the other kids, she wouldn't get picked on because most of the older kids thought she was just too adorable, and any attempts from younger students to pick on Kozue were very quickly thwarted by older kids, and once even Baki, though that was completely unintentional.

Despite her hard-working personality, sometimes Kozue would finish up early enough to just sit and doodle on her work instead of doing other things. The margins of her notebooks would be full of little flowers, butterflies and cats.

Hanayama:

Quiet. Very quiet. He didn't really have a lot of friends as a kid, he was just big and quiet and other kids were too scared of him to really bother him. He spent a lot of time with his mom instead of his dad, though considering his dad passed pretty early on in his life, that wasn't really something he did willingly.

He didn't talk to a lot of kids, instead, he found himself mostly hanging around adults, so he's got a very old man way of speaking compared to other people his age, but sometimes he slips into a more expected tone.

It wasn't until he was about thirteen that he really started getting a cocky attitude, and by that point it was just puberty, which, obviously, hit him like a fuckin bus.

Katsumi:

Before he was adopted by Doppo and Natsue, he was a pretty careless kid, but seeing his own biological father get mauled by a lion did a number on him. He used to have nightmares about it, but after a few years of therapy and care from Doppo and Natsue, he came to terms with it.

Given the chance, with the proper financial support and some of the best out there, Katsumi absolutely flourished. Doppo was teaching him Karate, sure, but he also had tutors to help him get some of the best grades in class.

He started slacking off when he was about sixteen, but he still did fairly good. He was a major spoiled brat when he was in his mid teens, though he did still at least treat his mother well.

Jack:

He was always a really quiet kid, even before he was put back into his mom's custody, and he just kept getting quieter as he got older. Part of that is due to Diane's poor parenting, but another part of that is just his own personality.

Man was an absolute menace, he would crack back at anyone if they annoyed him enough, teachers, other students, anyone. He's quick with his words, though he doesn't always use them.

He's really good with younger kids, purely because he'd be running around just as much as them when he was younger in an attempt to get his stamina and strength up. He quickly became that cool older kid that would lay the younger kids climb all over him.

Kosho:

He was very similar to Kozue as a child, surprisingly enough, very quiet, but super sweet towards his teachers. Unlike Kozue though, the only thing protecting him from bullies was Kureha, and if Kureha wasn't there, he was free game.

By the time Kureha was going into high school, Kosho was left alone by bullies, because good lord he had this feral look in his eyes and nobody was about to mess with that.

He'd lose his homework a lot, not when it was time to turn it in, but right when it was handed to him. It would go into his bag, and then it would just vanish. He'd always find it in time to fill it out and hand it in, but it was just an odd occurrence he never knew how to explain.

Kureha:

He was a well behaved child, but ask any of his old teachers and they would tell you that they just got this feeling that this kid was weird, but he never really did anything worthy of getting into trouble.

He was sly, and he was really good at being sly. If he wanted someone to do something, he'd find a way to get them to do it without him even having to ask them to do it.

Definitely had a reputation as a boy scout to literally everyone but the kids that would pick on his younger brother. Because once there were no eyes on them, this man was a straight menace.

Retsu:

An ANGEL, just an absolute sweetheart. He looked up to his teachers and mentors. Really, before he accidentally, you know, killed a man, he was a perfectly sweet person.

He absolutely was the kind of kid that got jealous that he didn't have a full beard. Look at some of the people he grew up around, he was absolutely fuming that he didn't have a full beard. Until he tried to grow one, then he realised that they weren't for him and has been clean shaven since.

Someone had to show him how to braid hair at some point, and he was just flabbergasted by the idea. He tried to braid literally everything that he could just do that.

Doppo:

An absolute charmer. We all know that super charismatic kid, and that was definitely Doppo. Just look at that smile! You can't tell me that he didn't learn that a grin like that could get people to do what he wanted.

He was a smug bastard too, definitely one kid that would annoy the hell out of any adult, but one that would absolutely be popular with other students because "oh look he's talking back to the teacher"

He was a class clown in high school, all charming and funny, but he would start stuttering whenever Natsue walked into the room. Man was head over heels for her, even back then.

Natsue:

Natsue has always been somewhat of an old soul, even when she was little, but she was absolutely a girlie girl for a long time. Everything had to be pink or purple, pastels were her favourites.

She loved going to different field trips to important landmarks, she's always liked them and finds them relaxing to go to.

On her first date with Doppo, he took her to a festival, got all dressed up and everything, only for him to get a "random" and violent nosebleed (he got punched in the face before he went and it was a delayed reaction) and they wound up just ditching the festival to go sit up by the river and watch the fireworks.

Shibukawa:

T R O U B L E. Just trouble. He was a brat and a little shit. Stinky man. Problem causer. He would constantly pull pranks and cause problems in his classes and at home.

If this man had siblings then I guarantee you he was simultaneously the favourite and least favourite. Because he absolutely would do something stupid and blame it on his siblings, then make it up to them later... Only to do the same thing and get them in trouble.

He was absolutely the fun older kid that showed the younger ones cool tricks and funny jokes, if only to spread some mischief.

Tokugawa:

He wasn't too different, admittedly. Just take him, remove the wrinkles, give him hair and shrink him a little bit, and boom, you have child Tokugawa, relatively care-free and happy-go-lucky.

Really, the only thing that made him stand out was his knack for finding talented fighters. He would just get really quiet, and then, in a sweet little child voice, he'd point at someone and go "you've killed someone before"

He and Sabuko used to be really close, but when he inherited the dome they started to grow apart, especially since she had her own life to handle.

[velvetvexations]

i have a weight gain and stuffing kink. when i first moved into my apartment i got a little moon chair that said it could hold up to 350lb(im 280) and when i sat in it it instantly buckled underneath me and flattened. the bars were unsalvagable. it was the most embarrassing and sexiest thing ever. i want to be made fun of how fat i am so badly about it 😫

you're so very cute and adorable I want to pinch your chubby cheeks and maybe give your fat as a good slap to watch it jiggle

Kink time: I love being a pig. In the ‘pig nose, curly tail, fat shaming’ sort of way, sure, but also in the ‘forced to piss in the mud and then roll around in it like a barn animal’ sort of way. In the ‘head shaved and nose hook permanently installed’ sort of way. In the ‘gagged with some kinna toy that only allows grunts and oinks and squeals to come out’ sort of way. In the ‘teats stretched out and never allowed to stand on my legs like a human again’ sort of way. In the ‘fed leftovers and scraps in a trough and explicitly told I’m being fattened for slaughter’ sort of way. I’ve legitimately considered tattooing additional nipples on the rolls on my belly for the full piggy effect.

I used to be real into pig play! I switched over to being super into donkeys mainly because of a person of Moroccan heritage I dated very many years ago. It's weird, actually, because you'd think that would make pig roleplay even more degrading, but I just glommed super hard on treating them like a donkey and they were super into it, and it's stuck with me since.

My kink as a woman in her 40s is being a total loser simp for hot bitchy girls half my age. There’s nothing quite like publicly and pathetically calling a skinny stacked 20yo “mommy” as I follow her around while she shops using my credit card, as I beg to slurp on mommy’s titties, as I clean her house, as she fucks my husband.

ahahahahaha that's so pathetic <3

In my quest to be a total porn rotted gooner freak, I’ve recently discovered donkey transformation porn. It’s so fucking weird and edging to it makes me feel like such a degenerate porno addict, I love it.

high five for humiliating donkey kink

gay man anon - you are totally fine!! im glad it makes you worked up hehe. you deserve nothing but adoration and a nation at ur fingertips

you're so right

There's this specific genre(?) of porn that gets me off so hard and it's basically impossible to search for - I fucking love porn where all the people perpetuating the cruel or violent or rough sex have their identities hidden, whether masked or pixellated or whatever, but the submissive/victim is on full display, instantly recognizable if you ever see her in public. Sooooooo hot.

it's a great display of subtle cruelty

not sure if kink confessions are still happening but- I want my husband to fuck a hotter tighter better woman on top of my wedding dress

I'd let him jerk me off with it <3

Lmao your response to the anon who pointed out what trfs have resorted to with you reminded me of the 'Don't bully me, I'll cum' tshirt. Would you ever own one?

well then people might not bully me lol

we need to get hornier for small tits!!! big tits are awesome but they're the only ones people talk about!!! small tits r hot too shout out to everyone with A-B cup breasts

much love to all my smaller titted pals

Are we still kinkfessing? I’m a homoromantic bisexual girlie and my biggest kink is fetishising my lesbianism for men. Making out with and having sex with other girls in a way that is very porno rather than what actually feels good - sloppy kissing/licking each others tongues, light clit rubbing that’s angled so he can see it, etc. it’s so fucking hot and I love being a ~problematic~ lesbo teaching men that lesbians are sexually available to them ^-^

love that for you anon

Idk why I'm getting nonstop recommendations for mtf detrans/misgen blogs but crazy kinks are not just transmasc purview ok the girls are also gettin it

They sure are.

since it *sounds* like a fetish, i think if we should just *turn* "transemasculation" or whatever into a fetish term. just use it for maybe detrans forcefem or the sph that is specifically catering to trans men. that is if that gross term doesnt die soon. it actually makes me really uncomfortable

It was actually already a term coined by transmascs to describe a subset of transandrophobia, but I like the way you think and encourage you to apply the "turn it into a fetish" solution in the future.

Some of the humiliationy stuff some of velvet nation seems to be into kinda reminds me of this post so I thought I should share

making my subs dress cringe lmao

yeah I'd do that but I'd also probably be dressed like the guy on the right myself

Forever chasing the sexual high I got from the domme who held my head down and forced me to eat dog food while fucking me with a knotted dildo if we’re being entirely honest..

They had your head down forcing you to eat dog food, but they were using a knotted dildo? That seems...confusing!

realizing I have a bit of a mould kink.

fascinating

I’m 19, half japanese, and the only thing that’s ever been in my pussy are the beasty dildos from bad dragon. I have the tentacle the stallion and the tongue one. And lately I’ve been getting more and more obsessed with the idea of like — leaning into that? Like I’m a dumb little hentai addict anyway so why not let people use my throat and my ass but only ever actually get pussy fucked by monster cocks, you know?

you know what you want anon

Well if we’re still doing this: I’ve been thinking a lot about my dream T4T relationship lately. Me, the trans guy whose testosterone makes him insanely ferally horny constantly. Her, the trans woman whose HRT makes it difficult to achieve and maintain erections. Obviously the solution here is for her to torture and abuse me, satiating her sadism by forcing me into more and more fucked up and humiliating things in the interest of our sex life being fair and balanced. After all, if I can get horny from a stiff breeze, she deserves the same level of dedication and commitment to her arousal, right?

You'll make a t-girl very happy some day.

it's times like these that i am glad my kink is weird and stupid and nobody would ever attempt to make it into a political statement

lucky :(

[too far gone into tumblr discourse voice] i only jork my peanits to praxis and protecting women unlike those transandrodorks with their forced masc

moral purity is what kink needs

[431989]

more resident alien posting. predictions... spoilers so beware

well. i'm upset that the shows going to have a difficult time having more serious scenes now. and that's probably what it's going to try and set itself up for.

i reaaaally would have loved to see this show do something ACTUALLY different and good. by different i mean in terms of writing and not necessarily drifting from source material. yes i'm still sour over last ep, but i wouldn't be AS sour if everyone on the show didn't treat harry and asta's relationship as "mother and child." and also if the show didn't take such a nose dive into the type of comedy it's putting out.

ALSO? IN A RECENT INTERVIEW? Sheridan going on to state that harry would lose his first """love""" (more like lust. awesome that a show trying to teach human emotion gets those two things mixed up) and then realize there's love everywhere or something? why does this feel like "weird" people are forever left to the role of outcasts. already fucked it up once i guess the guy's trying to fuck it up more. could've just left it at "he'll lose his first love, then he will have to reconcile with his feelings." but he had to drop in that last corny bit.

like. the show's source is already good. i don't understand all these decisions they're making to try and make it seem "unique." and now to get numbers back they're dumbing it way down. WHICH. BY DOING SO. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE YOUR DRAMA? like how am i supposed to take anything seriously in the show. i *could* in season 1 and parts of season 2, but now it's just whatever. it's too goofed up for me to care. and now people who love the goofy won't give two shits about whatever message you want to drop or plot you want to develop. i dont give a shit about the greys!!! i dont care what theyre doing!!!! who gives a fuck if theyll blow up the earth. none of the characters really care anymore either. oh well!!!

also, predictions kind of. i'm not trying to say this will be the be all end all but it certainly could be a turn the show takes. in one of the issues of the comic (suicide blonde i think), harry is investigating the "suicide" of a woman. by the end of the issue, he catches up with her ex-lover and ex-roommate. they were both ladies. and the girl who died had a drinking problem btw. and was constantly seeing boys. i'm all for gay couples on screen as a gay guy myself but it'll feel so cheap to pair darcy and asta together despite the way theyve been played on screen. maybe its doable. i don't know. but i genuinely could care less considering the overall tone of the show's drifted more towards a sitcom than anything else. i think the small handful of 40+ year old gay wine moms would probably love it, but the vast majority of viewers wont. either they'll hate it and say it's forced diversity (there's already people saying that about the gay couple on screen this past episode) or it'll be another nothing moment to a further nothing story. if anything it'd feel one step removed from tokenization, considering they see harry as a manchild. ableism! show's trying to seem fucking wholesome but they can't be bothered to care about their nd viewers. like "haha look we have a main gay couple!!! what do you *mean* our show has rampant ableist tropes, we have a gay couple!"

i'm just so bummed. the show's cornered itself into a sitcom so meaningful moments aren't a thing anymore. plus the comparison of harry to a child is really getting at me. like he's a grown man as a human, and hes a grown alien thing as an alien. it's such a big slap in the face to any person who cherished the witty and unique story telling of the first season... like.... i don't know.... people who would've been fans of the comic too? i have small gripes about the comic, but at least it takes itself more seriously. but the show runners haaate the people who read the comics. why? i dont know. well maybe i do know. probably seen as too nerdy and weird for their idea of the show's viewerbase. despite the fucking basis of the show being weird and nerdy.

they couldve done the darcy asta thing better if they do go down that road. i'm just saying i wouldn't be surprised. they already scared off everyone who would've cared for something like that, so i don't know how they'll manage to find an audience that cares. everything in s1 was so organic and felt real!!!!! now its just!!! nothing!!!!!!!!!!

im also thinking about the fact that after posting that one resident alien drawing i did, i've had to block tons of people because they're freaks. loud and proud conservatives. man this shit sucks.

[unfortunate-eggs]

The big ass elephant in my classroom called feminism

In the current, western world I and many others live in, it’s easy to brush off women’s oppression. After all, we still have the same rights as men, don’t we? Even if we are heading to a place where we won’t, even if millions of women around the world don’t, we still have them. In school, I am encouraged to seek out opportunities, expand my knowledge, and engage with my peers the very same as a guy would. At a first glance, superficially, there’s no difference between the way I am treated and a man is treated in society… at least no difference considered oppressive… 

So, then, the question I am left with is: why is there this big ass elephant in my classroom called feminism?

And why are the boys all scowling at it like it murdered their firstborn child?

And why are all the girls stealing glances at it like they’re scared they’ll actually be arrested for robbery?

The world we live in is a patriarchy… which is something I struggled to comprehend for a WHILE. It’s an objectively true fact, men do hold most of the power in our society, but everytime I said it, it felt so unnatural—like I was lying. I was raised to believe that women and men are equals, I knew how far we’d come from being refused loans just because we were women in the 1980s to having the same rights as men today. ‘Patriarchy’ felt like too harsh a word to attribute to the privilege I grew up in.

But that's the patriarchy's design. It isn’t a dinosaur tearing apart the world you live in because “girls were modest in the Jurassic period!”, it’s a ghost looming over you as you go about your life—disappearing as you turn to look at it and unknown to the very people it looms over—which is everyone. The reason ‘patriarchy’ feels too harsh a word is that women are implicitly taught they’re too much, and then treated like they’re too little. It’s why we still have a 17.5% pay gap in Australia (AHRC), and why we’re blamed for not asking for raises, and why we’re condemned when we do ask for them. The world systematically teaches women to sit down and shut up.

Being a teenage girl is wildly different from being a teenage boy. I don’t mean to be cruel, but I truly believe that for every insecurity a teenage boy has, a teenage girl has nine more. Adolescence is a time of uncertainty; everyone is changing, everyone is discovering new things about themselves, and everyone is trying to stay afloat as the sea current pulls them in every direction simultaneously. The difference, though, between this for boys and for girls is that boys aren’t being criticised for their every move. Teenage girls are both the world’s trend setters and the world’s cringiest demographic—everything you like is both immensely popular and incredibly annoying. You’re both too much for your loud and invasive liking of this thing, and too little for going with the popular thing, or going with the alternative thing, or going with the weird thing, or going with any other variety of thing! It doesn’t actually matter cause you’re a teenage girl!

Girl’s are painfully aware there’s something wrong with them, and painfully aware that it’s their gender. Not just teenagers, but all women, from a very young age, are aware of misogyny. Men aren’t. And, of course, this is where that giant ass elephant comes in. In health, the Australian syllabus requires we’re taught about discrimination, which is all well and good until we’re talking about women’s rights. And everybody’s agreeing on the surface level but the boys start glaring at the elephant like it’s personally attacking them (because, even if it’s not conscious, no one reacts well to power being taken away from them) and the girls start sneaking smiley looks at it but you can tell they feel guilty (because all women are told to feel is guilty for being too much for the men who can’t handle feminists and too little for ‘betraying’ their gender) and no one’s excited for this to be the rest of their lives. But it will be.

But maybe it won’t be your daughter’s.

The best way I can think of to explain all of this is simple: being a man is being innocent until proven guilty, and being a woman is being guilty until proven innocent. Every breath a man takes will, at the very least, include the assumption of innocence—he’s done absolutely nothing wrong. Every breath a woman takes will, at the very least, include the assumption of guilt—no matter how pure and hardworking you’ve been your entire life, there'll always be something wrong. I just hope that one day the elephant won’t have to hide in the corner. Maybe one day, it won’t be there at all. Maybe, if we’re smart, we can work out a system to get the elephant out of the room without breaking everything.

Idk, it’s 3 am, I’m going to sleep.

[bohemian-nights]

- Nettles is specifically stated as a brown girl in the book. Take it up with George RR martin. The speculated actress for Nettles is a brown woman. You think she's black? That's okay since she's clearly of mixed heritage. However, you weaponizing race isn't going to go over well since main point is most of us wocs don't want a woc to be given this treatment in the show.

- "She is an adult by westerosi standards"? That doesn't mean anything. Do you also count 14-yo Rhaenyra as grown woman in the book when Daemon was "educating" her about seduction and sex? Do you count the likes of Helaena who was forced to give birth at 13-14 and adult simply because she was married? This is the same excuse people use to excuse the grooming of young girls in what's clearly a patriarchal society.

- IT IS GROOMING!! You're making excuses for Daemon's behavior. I'll give it to OP last time who called out your "i can fix him" behavior when yous said "he isn't all bad". They're 100% right!! We literally have lines from the book where he is teaching her how to act, giving her gifts, etc. She's a lowborn teen girl and he's a middle-aged royal prince. There is no world this isn't grooming!

- Him letting her go does not mean he loves her. Ya'll just be romanticizing sh*t. This is a grown man of 50. He does not need saving from his depressed and paranoid wife who lost her children just because of your misogynoir and self-insert fantasies!

You have to look outside your little bubble and realize Nettles/Daemon isn't liked outside of your little circle because of all the problematic aspects and not because of some shipping war. Is this is how you want a woc to be treated? Do you want to see women being pitted against each other just because you hate the other one? Over some white man...seven help us then

Her alleged actress and her first canon depiction back in 2015👆🏽 Black people have brown skin too dear(which is how Netty is described). She could be Blackish(never denied that just the insinuation she wasn't Black at all), but why should she even be Valyrian? I'm terribly afraid that the point keeps going over your head🙃

Daemon did groom Rhaenyra, but he isn’t the villain when it comes to Nettles. I’m sorry this isn’t a gotcha moment for you but she was a legal adult who he had a consensual relationship with. Him rescuing Nettles and put her, someone who wouldn’t be missed by anyone except him, above his own safety. That is nothing to sneeze about(and no, you can’t compare their relationship with Dumbnyra because it’s actually supposed to be romantic).

Instead of wanting her to have a rich character arc, you want to put Nettles into a box where she’s Rhaenyra’s Magical Negro/Mammy who helps her wake up and realize that she’s being groomed and wipe her tears away so that she can live another day.

You need to step outside of your bubble and acknowledge your misogynoir(which is a term created by and for Black women to describe our issues, not for whoever you are trying to hijack and use it for). Acknowledge that the sisterhood ends with racism. As a WOC you should know that.

Nettles is the victim of a woman who used racially charged language while ordering her to be murdered in her sleep. Rhaenyra isn’t just some poor unfortunate woman who lost her marbles(being mentally ill doesn’t excuse racism). She’s a queen who uses her power to punch down and she chooses Nettles as one of her many victims.

She chooses to try to make a Black woman(and potentially her baby) into victim(s) of a hate crime. I’m under no obligation to ignore that for the sake of the sisterhood(how dare you suggest I do).

I am under no obligation to sing a racist woman’s praises just because she’s a woman to stick it to the man. If that’s what you want from me or else you’ll accuse me of I’m pitting women against women, then sweetheart, you need to have several seats and take up your issues with GRRM (because he most certainly didn’t write your self-insert to be considered “a clear cut good person who you must worship or else,” which is why you are boiling over people like myself calling out your drivel).

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Big ol' content warning for sexual assault and something very, distressingly close to pedophilia. If I can on mobile, I'm gonna pop this one under a readmore.

Oh, quick addendum before we start: I'm getting very tired of the running motif of 'Larry was x but Eric was even better.' The Williamsons liked Larry but they like Eric better. Larry was a good teacher but Eric is a better one. Please, Maud, I'm begging you, stop. Let Eric stand on his own, rather than tearing his friend down to make him seem taller.

Anyway, Eric knows he loves Kilmeny now and immediately starts treating her like a child. “I am sorry you were disappointed, Kilmeny. I couldn’t come last night. Some day I shall tell you why. I stayed home to learn a new lesson. I am sorry you missed me—no, I am glad. Can you understand how a person may be glad and sorry for the same thing?”

This is a schoolmaster teaching a lesson, not a man talking to an equal. I haven't previously been seriously creeped out by how Eric talks to Kilmeny, but this is quite gross. I fear the condescension is going to skyrocket.

“Yes, very thoroughly. It was a delightful lesson when I once understood it. I must try to teach it to you some day. Come over to the old bench, Kilmeny. There is something I want to say to you. But first, will you give me a rose?”

Again, this is not reading like a man talking to the girl he has a crush on. This is, like, a parent talking to their child about mortality or something.

So Eric asks Kilmeny to introduce him to her aunt and uncle and she panics. She says they will forbid the two of them from seeing each other anymore and that they would ban her from ever going to the orchard again.

And Eric, still in schoolmaster mode, does not offer understanding, he goes, 'I know better than you and this is what we are doing.' Remember back when they first met, and he had this habit of asking her questions that were actually just orders? Yeah, that's back with a vengeance. He asked if she would introduce him, but she is not allowed to say no.

"He pitied her for the pain and bewilderment in her eyes; but he took her slender hands in his and said firmly,

“Yes, Kilmeny, I do mean it. It is not quite right for us to be meeting each other here as we have been doing, without the knowledge and consent of your friends. You cannot now understand this, but—believe me—it is so.”

Like, he's not wrong that them meeting secretly like this is not great, but he is not once considering her feelings here. He is patronizing and superior and absolutely should not be pursuing her romantically if this is how he's going to treat her emotions.

He keeps telling her that she'll understand things later. Just pat her on the head and tell her she'll understand when she's older, why don't you.

Again, the narrative has called Kilmeny a child quite a bit up to this point, but this is the first moment where it really feels like Eric is genuinely treating her like one. This is really bad given that the thing that has changed is that he now wants to marry her.

"Two great tears brimmed over in her big blue eyes and splashed down on her slate. Her lips quivered like a hurt child’s. Eric put his arm impulsively about her and drew her head down upon his shoulder. As she cried there, softly, miserably, he pressed his lips to the silky black hair with its coronal of rosebuds. He did not see two burning eyes which were looking at him over the old fence behind him with hatred and mad passion blazing in their depths. Neil Gordon was crouched there, with clenched hands and heaving breast, watching them." Oh for fuck's sake, Maud.

"She allowed herself to smile, but it was a rather forlorn little effort. She did not cry any more, but her spirits did not come back to her. Eric talked gaily, but she only listened in a pensive, absent way, as if she scarcely heard him. When he asked her to play she shook her head."

Care for her feelings? From this man? Not a chance!

“Very well, Kilmeny. Now, don’t worry, little girl. It will all come out all right.” No really though. Eric did not start treating Kilmeny like a child until he decided to marry her. This is so gross.

And then he kisses her. And she jumps away from him, scared, and runs away. And Eric thinks this: "The sweetness of that involuntary kiss clung to Eric’s lips as he went homeward, half-intoxicating him. He knew that it had opened the gates of womanhood to Kilmeny. Never again, he felt, would her eyes meet his with their old unclouded frankness. When next he looked into them he knew that he should see there the consciousness of his kiss. Behind her in the orchard that night Kilmeny had left her childhood."

In the interest of fairness, it is "involuntary" because he hadn't meant to initiate it, not because she didn't want it (although she doesn't seem to have). But the rest of it? The part where he kissed her and she didn't want him to and she will never again see him without thinking about it?

Lucy Maud, I don't think you intended to do this, but what you have written is practically assault.

[sushiosims]

Billy and Morgan - Chapter 4

Morgan gets to school, and she is so busy scanning the hallway for that now familiar, freckly cheery face, she doesn't notice the twisted, angry one heading straight for her 'Where the fuck were you last night? If I call YOU ANSWER' Bruce spat the words like bullets

'Bruce, please don't speak to me like that' Morgan says, embarrassed, truth be told, she is used to being shouted at by him, for not being the 'perfect girlfriend' but not in front of people...

'I will speak to you how I please, now where the fuck were you? With your Junkrat?' Bruce snarls.

Morgan looks at him in disgust, hating his sneering face...what is she even doing with him?

Greta Laurent, a newish student was walking past, and hears what is going on

'Geez Brucey, calm your jets, she was with me last night...damn. You drop an extra roid in your protein shake today?'

Morgan winces, grateful for the save, but she can see the anger in Bruce

'Thanks again for that last night, you really helped me out, you know how much I suck at history' Greta says, looking at Morgan

Morgan stammers 'You're welcome'

'Hey, you have any tampons?' Greta adds

'Er, yeah, in my locker'

'Cool, meet me in the ladies then?' and Greta walks off towards the toilets

'Why did you do that?' Morgan asks as the door closes behind her

Greta grimaces,

'The guy is a dick, he shouldn't be talking to you like that'

Morgan laughs, 'That's a given, but you didn't have to put yourself out, don't get me wrong, I am glad you did, thank you!'

'Anything I can do for you, to repay you?' Morgan asks

'Well, I'm new here, and no offence, but you guys are kinda cliquey' she laughs 'Maybe say hi to me? Let me sit with you all at lunch? Just get me an in?' she asks hopefully laughing self consciously.

Morgan grins, feeling an immediate bond with this girl 'Is that all? Consider it done'

For the remainder of lunch, Morgan sat and chatted to her best friend Luna, 'So yeah, he basically grabbed me, and pinned me, and told me not to disrespect him again...he's always nasty, but this is the first time he has laid a hand on me...so yeah. I think that's it this time'

Luna looks up from her phone in shock 'He hurt you? And wait, what? You are going to break up with Bruce? Actual, for real?'

Morgan nods, fighting back the tears 'My mum is gonna be so mad, but I can't stay with a guy that treats me like that'

'You queen!' Luna cheers

'I know you have always hated him, I just think it's time I started doing what I want, not what is expected of me' Morgan says with determination

Luna laughs, 'And this has nothing to do with a certain new boy with adorable sticky out ears is it?'

Morgan keeps a straight face 'Whatever do you mean?'

Little did they know Wolfgang was sitting behind them, listening to every word. Wait till he tells Billy!

Sitting in class that afternoon, Morgan can't stop thinking about the night before, she looks up, picturing the starry sky, and remembering the feeling of being so close to Billy. Bruce had never made her feel like that. Bruce had never really made her feel anything...she wonders where Billy is, she has been looking out for him all day, but hasn't seen him at all...

A cough and small 'ahem' breaks her out of her reverie

'Excuse me Morgan? Care to share your musings with the class when you come back to earth?'

Everyone giggled and looked at Morgan waiting for a response Without missing a beat Morgan smiles and answers,

'Every star you see in the night sky is bigger and brighter than our sun'

Miss Mayflower blinks and stares blankly at Morgan for a second, 'Well, yes. Very well...seeing as your inner thoughts were educational I will let you off with it this time...but please return to earth for the rest of the lesson' and she goes back to teaching the class

Morgan gets home and Moira had made her dinner, and had a fixed smile on her face 'Morgan, darling, sit down and eat!' she said overly brightly.

Morgan sighs, here they go again. The constant need to be 'perfect' 'Hi mum' she says flatly

'How was school darling?' Moira asks

'Actually not great mum, Bruce was nasty to me again, in front of everyone, I think I need to break up with him' she says sheepishly. And she is surprised it even came out, she didn't mean to say it, but the more she says it, the stronger she feels. She can do this.

Moira's fixed smile cranks up in intensity 'Now now dear, don't be hasty, it's just a little quarrel! And senior prom is coming up! You and Bruce are a dead cert for Prom King and Queen! All the local media are covering it!' her voice rising several octaves

Morgan fixes a smile on her face too 'Yeah, sure, just a stupid quarrel' she can still feel the pain where his fingers had dug into her neck the day before. She makes her excuses and leaves the table. Her mum shaken that her perfect daughter may be fucking up her perfect life.

She gets to the safe haven of her bedroom, and there is a quiet chap on the door. Her big sister Siobhan slips in to the room and sits beside her 'What's going on sis?' she asks concerned 'Is it mum being all Stepford again?'

'Yeah, I told her Bruce was nasty to me, and she basically told me to suck it up, that I have to be prom queen, and get her media attention...I mean, was she like this with you?'

'She tried, but I was too much hard work...when she had you she seen it as her second shot I think' Siobhan tells her, looking apologetic

Morgan sinks her head into her hands, and cries and Siobhan lays a comforting hand on her back 'Hey, its ok, soon I will be 25, my trust fund will be released to me, I will get outta here, you can come stay with me, whenever you need a break, I'm here'

'He hurt me Siobhan'

'Thanks Siobhan, I needed that' Morgan sniffs, all cried out

Siobhan takes her little sisters hands, 'Listen to me, you never, ever take that kind of shit from him again, you hear me? From anyone! Leave mum to me, I will talk to her, but you ever need anything? Talk to me!'

Morgan gets ready for bed, and is scrolling through Sim Bunny, rolling her eyes at all the vapid bullshit, when her phone buzzes, her heart quickens when she sees a picture of Billy's happy face pop up, and she can't help but smile

Billy - Hey Fyre, did you miss me today? :)

She lies back and smiles softly, 'Yes' she thinks

Morgan - No :p

....

Morgan - Where were you anyway?

Billy - Had an errand to run for Dad...anyway, I am up at the Bluffs, its a really clear night if you want to come up, I could teach you some more star stuff? :p

Morgan - Ugh, I am grounded after last night, sounds great though. Send me a picture of the sky!

A picture came through a second later and Morgan smiled and immediately set it as her screensaver.

Morgan - Looks amazing tonight! So bright

Billy - The picture doesn't do it justice, but I don't want you getting into more trouble...another night?

10 minutes pass, and Morgan is still looking at her phone, contemplating sneaking out. She has done it before, plenty of times. Her mum will be in bed listening to her whale noises already

Morgan - You still there? 🙄

Billy - Yep

Morgan - See you in 20 min

Hurriedly dressing, Morgan checks herself out in the mirror before opening her window, and sneaking down the trellis, a move showed to her when she was 15 by Siobhan, and has been well practiced ever since.

For Chapter 5 clicky clicky right...HERE

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 6 - The Onsen Murder

The two went inside the inn house and were guided to their room - It wasn't anything glamorous, considering it was just a small, modest resort for relaxation - But there was something warm and soothing about the modesty and simplicity of this place. Perhaps because it suited the mood and the atmosphere of peace created by the mere existence of the hot water.

As they settled comfortably inside, Kat stretched her arms a bit and went to sit on the ground in a comfortable position, tapping the spot in front of her and looking at the warlord expectingly. He, instead, merely stared at her with confusion.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come here and let me check that wound of yours. That is why we came here, isn't it? Be thankful I'm even considering stepping so low on my ego and treating you after the great offense you oh-so-gracefully gifted me." she jabbed at him with a poisonous smirk, as he could only chuckle.

"Later. I have something to do first. Feel free to use the hot spring first." he spoke dismissively, ready to exit the room.

"Fine. But you have to promise not to bother me until I've finished soaking." she bargained, going to pick up some towels.

"Have it your way." and with that final reply, he exited the room, making the red head smirk.

"Victory." she chuckled as she sprung outside, and looking carefully left and right to make sure there was nobody peeping or something, she undressed and put a towel around her as she leaned a toe down into the hot water. 

With a small giggle, she crouched down and slowly entered the water, shuddering a bit at the pleasant feeling of her muscle gradually relaxing and relieving any tension and soreness from working so hard. Her elbows and head were resting back on the rocks separating the water from the ground, and the slightly chilly night air that was making it easy to breathe through the hot steam, made this experience very exciting.

"Oh, Kat, you've been working so hard, you deserve this vacation! Yes, Kat, you're the best doctor in the whole Sengoku! The only Physician Princess in the whole Japan!" Kat started giggling childishly to herself as she hit the water sheen with her fingers, making small threads of water fly around. "Kat, teach us how to be like you! Kat, you're so awesome, we want to be like you when we grow older! Kat, everybody loves you, you're a role model for everyone! ... Yeah, damn right I am. I better be." but this ended with an almost depressed sigh as she stopped altogether. "I always have to upset myself somehow, don't I? How pitiful. What the hell did you see in me, little tiger." she muttered to herself, looking up at the beautiful stars that were twinkling down at her. "Are you also looking at the same stars as I am? Is it the same moon I'm seeing as well? Could it be that we are somehow connected, even despite our beliefs and differences?" the bittersweet smile from her face was at least better than the pitiful stoic look she has that makes her look as if she wants to burn the whole world and all its inhabitants. That look of being dead inside, imprisoned in a jail of nothing but a frozen wasteland, alone and shackled by the darkness.

However, her outer monologue was interrupted by the loud sound of the door opening, revealing Nobunaga garbed in nothing but the loose kimono of his, holding a tray of sake and one sole cup.  "I was pretty sure we agreed you wouldn't bother me while I was soaking. Is that how much your word is worth, Nobunaga?" the girl looked away as she edged him with her words.

"The innkeeper brought this to our room. As instructed by my beautiful medic, I will not be drinking tonight. You have it. Soak as long as you like, Kat. You have all the time in the world to check my wound, after all." despite his sweet words, he still knelt by her side, putting the tray to float in front of her in the water, as he leaned to plant a kiss on her temple, leaving her in a true state of shock.

What... Just happened now? Was Nobunaga willingly affectionate to her, without being a complete prick? But why the hell would he do that, anyway? He knows she hates these stupid games of tag, so there's no point in doing them. Despite his characteristic forwardness, he didn't act as aggressive and forceful as before, which was quite the wonder.

What the hell is going on with people in this weird ass era anyway? Shingen, and now Nobunaga were so direct with her... Why weren't they as Drew? So easily hateable, so dislikable and annoying, so punchable, so.... So many other negative words.  This wasn't right... People shouldn't act so nicely to her. This can't be happening. This... This doesn't make any sense. Everything has a reason, and this hasn't, therefore it's a mystery that has to be unveiled. Finding the reason hidden in the context. 

Nobody is truly nice to another without having a reason for it.

Altruism is a lie.

Every action has an ulterior reason.

They must all want something from her. They want to use her for whatever plans they have. That's right, what else could there be? Nothing is as innocent as it appears to be, is it? 

How sad.

And thus, after more internal conflict, Kat finished the sake bottle and realizing how her fingers were starting to look like prunes, it was time to finally get out. It was beginning to feel a bit suffocating anyway, so might as well. She dried herself and put on only the inner clothing in which she would be sleeping in, and letting her hair cascade down her back in a crimson waterfall, she finally went inside the room, seeing Nobunaga with his arms crossed on the ground, sitting in front of a goban table.

"If you want to propose a bet again, I refuse." was the only thing she said, not even bothering to glance at him,

"No betting. I just want to teach you how to play in case I get bored or want to come up with a war strategy." he explained, a relaxed and content expression on his face.

"...Sure, I guess. Can't hurt to learn something new." she muttered softly as she sat down opposite of him, looking awkwardly at the table.

"Very well. As you can see, the board is empty now. There are two players - Black and White respectively - And since Black moves first, I will give you the honors. As they say, 'Ladies first', correct? A move consists of placing one stone on an empty intersection on the board. Although it is advisable to use your turn wisely, it is allowed to pass your turn at any time. A player's area consists of all the points the player has either occupied or surrounded, therefore, the player with the most conquered territory wins. A stone or chain of stones is captured and removed from the board when all the intersections directly adjacent to it are occupied by the enemy. These are the basic rules of Go." although he explained in words that anyone could understand, Kat could only nervously bite her trembling lip.

"Okay, I think I got the basics. What now?" she asks in a low voice, not daring to make eye contact with him.

"Now we play. As I stated previously, you shall be Black, so you make the first move." he pointed leisurely to the small vase of small black stones next to her.

"...I learn by example, not by theory. This is going to be the worst Go game you've played in your entire life." she muttered miserable as her shaky hand went to take a hold of one small pebble and put it somewhere in the middle of a row close to her edge, as if she was trying to somehow defend her own self by maybe creating a protective wall of pebbles... Or something.

"That is to be expected. Nobody is born a genius. It is through trial and error that we learn, and through hard work and perseverance that we succeed. What you did now was possibly the most basic first move for a rookie. Most people who play for the first time try a defensive approach. The strategies one uses tells a lot about a person. You can learn more about a person through a simple game, rather than through thousands of comprehensive conversations. Isn't that fascinating? I'd say it's as fascinating as your philosophy from the road here." the brunet man left the girl speechless, and she could only stare at him in surprise. Intriguing.

"Rookies are usually so afraid of losing quickly in a game that they think a good defensive approach is going to help them stall the opponent a bit. There are often cases when castles had to endure a siege, and they won, because they had proper walls and provisions, while the enemy didn't. Throwing flamed arrows, boiling oil... Even using the matchlock flint. The best offense is a good defense. If I play like this for 3 more games or so, you may believe I'm some kind of scared hermit that hides all the time, afraid of taking risks. Is this your way of saying to get aggressive and not be afraid of the consequences of an imminent death since it's obvious I will lose against you anyway?" she asked as she saw him confidently put down his first white pebble as well.

"It is just advice. You make of that as you will. It is not my place to influence anyone's decisions or strategies, otherwise I may as well play by myself." he smirked at her, making it obvious that he guess was spot on to begin with.

"In that case... I will place it here. It is allowed, isn't it?" she asked for confirmation as she saw the man nod his mess of black hair.

"Interesting move. So you did heed my advice. It is not often when players choose the not so safe approach." he hummed as he placed his own stone close to hers.

"If there is nothing to lose, than I don't see why I shouldn't take risks. It's just a game, at least for me. A game where the outcome is predestined. Might as well mess around with it as much as I like." she chuckled lightly, although her hand was still shaking.

The game went on with little small talk between the two, and while Nobunaga was impressed with her carefree moves, the end was very close. He took her hand in his and turned it so he could kiss the inner side of her wrist softly. "Admirable effort for a first-time player."

"The end result is still that I lost miserably. No need for pity for the losers... But thank you, I guess." she muttered, looking away shyly.

"I have never seen your hands shaking before. Why is that?" his inquiry seemed to hold genuine curiosity.

"I am the kind of person who never dives in without any prior information. I don't do things without knowing what I'm getting myself into. I don't take risks of any kind. The first time is always scary. You go blindly inside a dark tunnel expecting to find some light, but you never do. I hate uncertainty and everything I don't understand properly or I'm not good at. It makes me feel mentally incapacitated, and for someone who finds her only important asset her brain, it's... Like going on a suicide mission without any armor or weapons and you have a target saying Hey, Kill me." she explains softly, looking down with furrowed brows, the bitter frustration taking over her expression.

"Even prodigies must practice to become close to perfection. Real life and Games are not so different, so when there are no stakes at hand, you should enjoy the simplicity of it and the reason for its making - Entertaining their users. You, Katrina, had me entertained with this game. It is a pity you had to feel pressured by it. Then, shall I propose something more to your area of expertise to appease you?" he asked, a smile on his face as if to disspell all her worries.

"Do you want me to look at your wound, you mean?" she asked, looking up at him with curious, innocent eyes.

"Yes." he nodded, slipping his kimono down one of his shoulders, revealing the clean bandage around his torso.

"Before that... I have to ask you something real quick, and I hope you'd answer truthfully. Were you really injured?" she asked, looking into his eyes for the truth.

"What makes you question my truth?" he asked, squinting his eyes suspiciously at her.

"A man with a festering injury cannot move as freely as you did during our trip here, and even now. And you didn't even go soak, even though this was the supposed reason you came here. What are you hiding from me, Nobunaga? Do you really not trust me at all that you even have to lie to me and come up with silly pretexts and even mock my medical skills?" Nobunaga analyzed the look in her eyes, the dejection she so evidently had painted on her face. Why was it that this woman - A woman like any other female in Japan - Seemed to confuse and intrigue him with her few, but heartfelt expressions, while all those other wenches he wanted nothing more than to ignore? Why was he feeling so uneasy, looking into her betrayed eyes? Was that a pang of guilt in his chest he was feeling? 

"If you don't trust me, then look for yourself." and thus, he wrapped his bandages, revealing a cut on the side of his chest. 

Katrina knelt in front of him, her hand gently tracing the wound, she gritted her teeth in anger and disappointment, wanting nothing more than to shout at him, and slap him so hard his face remains fixed to the other side of his neck.

"Do you really thing I'm stupid, Nobunaga?" she muttered, her voice so... Shaky. It was trembling with emotion, and she wanted to cry. Was it the disappointment in her, or the wrath acting up?

"Why would you assume that?" he raised his eyebrow, although his eyes were as cold and emotionless as a dead fish's.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?" after a few seconds, she got the courage to look at him, only to see the ruthless daimyo in Nobunaga's place.

"One shouldn't answer a question with another." he scolded her a bit too harshly.

"Don't be a hypocrite when you did that same. You are not the Nobunaga from earlier today. You're looking at me with such cold eyes, as if I'm your enemy. As if I'm plotting your death right in front of you. You had life and happiness sparkling in your eyes and smile during the day... What did I do that made you change like that so quickly? I don't understand you, Nobunaga. I really don't. Or maybe it is that you don't want me to understand you at all. Do you really hate and mistrust me so much that you have to lie to me like that? I'm not stupid, I know this is a recent wound you made yourself to mask your lie. If you wanted to get rid of me, you could have done it well enough back in Azuchi... Or you could have just let me go and stumble around until I could finally go back in my time. Why must you be so unnecessarily cruel to me?" she couldn't even raise her voice and cry at him, to show him the anger and disappointment she was feeling - Instead, her voice was soft and barely audible. It felt defeated. 

Nobunaga didn't answer, and they couldn't only stare at each other for a while. That is, until the girl broke the eye contact and got up, opening her bag and returning to quickly treat his wound and wrap it back up.

"Why did you do that to the man who lied, deceived and betrayed your trust?" he asked, being in deep thoughts.

"...How do you know I didn't put poison in that ointment?" she muttered, scuttering away from him.

"A fawn is incapable of killing the lion who injured her. She's too gentle for that." his hand was extended as he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"However, I am no fawn, I am a fox, and foxes oftentimes have rabies. If I bite you, you are dead. Surely you haven't forgotten how scared Drew was of me last time he saw me." she scoffed, looking away from him.

"Drew is not a lion. He's a maggot. Your provokations and fire will only excite, not scare me away. There is a reason for everything I do, but you will have to trust me with this one for just a little longer. Do you still trust me, Katrina?" as she heard that question, the girl could only look at him with an enigmatic look.

"Trust is earned. Did you do anything to deserve being trusted by me?" she asked back.

They continued to look at each other, as if they were trying to understand one another. That is, until an unsettling clatter was suddenly heard, which made the girl immediately snap her head towards the noise with an unsettled look in her eyes. She really looked like a worried fawn without her mother, but she didn't want to admit she looked completely innocent, pure and afraid in his eyes - The eyes of a cold, ruthless demon who could kill a whole country by just blinking - He could snap her supple neck so easily, and yet, he wants to use that hand to caress and reassure her.  It was very odd for him, as he, too, was the one to get her to this resort and ultimately endanger her - But he also knew he wasn't going to let her get hurt in any way, so what does it matter as long as the vile Demon King protects his little deer?

"What did you get us into...?" she asked in a barely audible voice as her eyes lethargically moved to his, questioning him closely.

"Get to that corner and take this. I will prove to you that your trust in me is not misplaced." the corner of his mouth twitched upwards for a split-second, as if he was confidently reassuring her to trust him with her life, and thus, with a reluctant nod, Katrina snatched the dagger from his hand and leaped backwards, standing in a defensive position.

As if on cue, three ninja-looking men burst through the now-destroyed door, with katanas in their hands, angrily glaring and shouting at the warlord. It was clear to Kat now that this whole trip was a ploy made by Nobunaga. He was expecting this attack. It meant, in her opinion, that he lured these men here, to attack him, when he was 'unguarded'. Does that mean that earlier, when he said he had something to do, he was communicating with his allies about this scheme of his? No wonder he had a dagger in his sleeve at ready.

"You finally decided to show up. You should be ashamed of yourselves, attacking a man getting treated by such a lovely princess. You obviously lack any skills to please a woman." the man chuckled enough to infuriate the enemies who grumbled and got in attack stances. However, without as much of a bother, Nobunaga elbowed one of the attackers hard enough for him to almost fall unconscious to the ground.  Why was that the hottest thing Kat saw?! She was half-sure she was kinda blushing after seeing such a manly display of martial arts. No, wait, that's not right - Why the hell is she thinking that at such a terrible moment? She's supposed to stay focused and alive, not make heart eyes at Nobunaga and how attractive he is when fighting.

The other two attackers were obviously afraid and hesitating, but as they were ready to strike again, two more people burst through, this time, they were allies - Hideyoshi and Mitsunari - Who easily tied up the perpetrators.

The tension quickly settled as Hideyoshi's usual motherly side worried over Nobunaga's well-being while Mitsunari merely smiled a tad awkward for having to keep this secret from Kat.

"Do you trust me now, Katrina?" Nobunaga turned towards the girl, but he wasn't smiling, smirking or... Anything. He was looking dead.

"I already figured out what was going on behind the scenes. What I want to know is... Who was the one who didn't trust me and whose idea was it to do that stupid wound on your chest. I believe this whole thing created enough unnecessary tension and I want to know the truth now that everything is settled." mimicking the brunet lord, Kat, too, changed her whole demeanour to one completely devoid of interest or emotions.

"It was my idea. I didn't believe we could trust you not to slip information to our lord's enemies." Hideyoshi shamelessly spoke out.

"... I should have expected that. You are mistrustful of anyone, it was evident since the beginning. I suppose I should apologize for any moment that I may have acted suspicious in your eyes, however, I also believe I have nothing to be remorseful about and that this is simply how you are." the girl sighed, crossing her arms and returning the dagger back to the warlord.

"Katrina, I am sorry, but ow we know that you're not with the enemy. Forgive me. When we return to the castle, I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. Lord Nobunaga has many enemies, many of them were innocent-looking women like you. I cannot take my chances with anyone new that appears in his life so mysteriously." his expression changed drastically as he now looked at her like a big brother and patted her hair as if to comfort her.

"... Thank you, Hideyoshi. And I understand your worries, they are valid. I also understand that it is weird for the both of us to properly understand each other, considering that huge time difference between us, but I am sure that, with enough communication and explanation, we will be able to cross this perspective bridge we are separated by." with an empty, polite smile, she reassured the man as best as she could with her diplomacy.

"I would call this retreat a success, and although my entertainment was cut short, it was still enjoyable." that warlord smile of his came by again, and Kat could only look at him, lost in thoughts and trying to process everything that happened, until she was forcefully brought back to reality when she felt the hands wrapping around her leg.  She squealed in surprise and turned her attention towards the pitiful man, crying out for help. She hated this, why would he beg her like that? Don't do that! Don't involve her in these things, she has no power and nor does she want any kind of power. She can only treat wounds, but she's no God like Nobunaga to play with people's fates. Besides, those other two weren't killed, merely tied up, so why is he like this?!

"G-Get off, please, I can't help you. You fate is in Nobunaga's hands." she awkwardly tried to walk step away from him, only for Nobunaga to show his decision and play the judgement card.

"Don't you dare......." with a low growl, the lord took out the dagger again and plunged it deep into his chest, slicing him down harshly, earning gasps from the other 3 people there.

The room was deadly quiet, only the sound of the small sword getting sheathed was heard as Kat could only gulp and stare at the dead body in front of her and how the blood was pooling around him. This, at least, was just like in the movies. She wanted to ask why, but after Nobunaga asked her to trust him, she realized that she once heard "Everything Nobunaga does is for a reason." but which was this reason?

So she stepped in front of the fallen man and to the trio's surprise, she kicked his side, making him stare blankly at the ceiling, and she noticed the dagger he was hiding. Now it all made sense. Nobunaga does everything for a reason, and this was his way of protecting her.

Seeing this, she crouched down and ripped the dagger he was still clutching even now and much to the men's surprise, she slammed it down to pierce his skull, impaling his brain. She was angry - Oh, how angry she was - And yet, her face didn't as much as betrayed her. "Begging for help to the person you want to kill... Coward. You're nothing more than a forgotten, replaceable lackey." as she got up, she spewed those degrading words, not forgetting to kick him in the side again out of frustration. 

There is no room for pity for anyone in this era.

"So? We're done here. Are we going home or what?" she spoke casually as she wiped the blood from her face with the already stained sleeve of her kimono.

"Yes, we must return to Azuchi quickly. We are going to hold a war council." Nobunaga nodded curtly at her and thus they went outside, only three horses there, as expected. Kat stared at the beautiful horse, at Kaze, and seeing that Nobunaga was still discussing with the other two warlords, she got up on the horse by herself, leading it to the trio. She cleared her throat to stop them for speaking and, looking at Nobunaga, she extended her hand towards him. He merely smirked and let out an amused breath as accepted her hand and got on the horse behind her, letting her lead the horse once again, following Hideyoshi and Mitsunari.

Most of the ride back home was silent, no doubt there were all deep in thought at what just happened, and even more, they were eager to interrogate to two captives. They were shaking with fear after witnessing the harrowing image of not only the Warlord killing one of their peers so easily and with so much anger, but also, of a small, innocent and scared looking girl acting with such a freezing rage, doing harm to a dead body - Albeit one that, when alive, wished to kill her -  It was enough to inspire a complete stunning fear into them - So much that they started babbling non-sense, begging for mercy and all that...

And then, they said something crucial.

Abbot Kennyo was their leader.

"So the former Abbot of Hongan-Ji is behind all this, as we suspected." Nobunaga muttered to himself.

"...Beware the Demon in monk's clothing...  He sounds pretty... God-Forsaken if you ask me. That means things aren't going too well for us, huh?" Kat turned her head a bit to look up at the pondering warlord.

"Do you trust me, Katrina?" he asked, looking at her with a serious expression - And yet, his eyes weren't cold anymore. They were confident, serious and sure of himself, it was almost comforting to her seeing him being so reliable.

"I don't have much of a choice now, do I, especially after making such a show in front of me, doing that wound on yourself so you wouldn't piss me off more, and then saving my life from that guy. But you still owe me for not trusting me." she huffed at him, making him hum with amusement as he pulled her back on his chest, kissing her cheek.

"I'll make it up to you, little fox. I'll even let you bite my nose or my neck." he chuckled lowly, teasing her.

"I'll think about it." she chuckled, shaking her head at his proposition.

"Katrina." this time, his voice was more serious and somehow, solemn and... With a certain gentleness behind it. Somehow speaking familially.

"Yes, Nobunaga?" she replied with the same level of softness and with added curiosity.

"I trust you."

Hearing those words was enough to make up for the whole deceiving scheme from the day. A reply wasn't needed, or there was no word to explain what she was feeling in her heart, nor could it watch the velocity of it. Instead, she reached one hand behind her to grab his and made him lean forwards so he would embrace her torso, feeling the intimate warmth brought by the closeness of their bodies.  Her head was turned away from him, he couldn't see, but from her gesture, and the way she squeezed his hand, he knew that she was smiling. He wanted to see her lovely smile more - He barely had the chance to see her happy or display any genuine emotion that wasn't anger, disappointment, fear, hurt or betrayal, many of them caused by either him or her stupid excuse of a 'lover' as he wanted to call himself.

Nobunaga knew he wasn't the best with words - In fact, he was terrible with anything concerning his heart and that blasted word that only brought weakness on the battlefield - Love, they called it. He never believe in it. He hated it. He couldn't let any obstacle, no matter how little, stand in his way.

...And yet...

Perhaps this will to protect and trust her was steamed, or branched from, this foreign feeling.

Love.

He had a wife, he had two concubines, and he had sons. He had to, after all. He had to, otherwise he wouldn't have been a respectable Lord and if anything happened to him, he'd have had no offsprings to pass the throne to. However, he made them all run away from him, or had them killed. His own wife was a spy and tried to poison him, one concubine died of smallpox, the other ran away in fear of him. And his sons were either trying to kill and dethrone him or got themselves stupidly killed in battle. There was only one more, but he stayed cooped away in fear of being a disappointment to him again. Pitiful.

But she was different. This Katrina, this woman from the future... He wanted her more than he wanted anything. He desired her, he needed her around him. Her mere presence seemed to sooth his fears and worries, at least for the moment, and with her around, he was reminded how to smile and at least attempt to see the world from a much purer perspective, for a mere second.

He trusted her.

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Chapter 2: Temporary Helpers

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It was Sunny’s second day in school and he had just finished the classes of his first period. Now, he had a lot of free time until the next one started.

Both him and Lynn were on the school’s corridors, and they were chatting about their past class.

“Wow, Mr. Faraize sure knows how to teach history, don’t you think? It was fun from the beginning to the end” the brunette girl exclaimed, loving the class that they just had.

Sunny’s opinion, on the other hand, begged to differ.

“I don’t know really… I didn’t pay much attention” the raven boy stated, looking down in shame.

The main reason why he didn’t pay attention was that, since it had been a long time since he went to school, he was a bit lost with all that the teacher was saying.

And since he couldn’t understand anything, he preferred to stay inside his comfortable imagination.

Lynn obviously didn’t know that, so, she felt disappointed.

“Sunny, I can help you out with the notes, but, you also need to pay attention, you know?!” the brunette girl reprimanded.

“I know. Sorry” Sunny answered, looking down in shame. Lynn felt bad about that.

Their moment of peace ended up being interrupted, because the three girls from the day before went over to torment them.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the freak couple” the leader of the trio said. After talking with Iris, the two noticed that the blonde leader’s name was Ambre, and that, in Iris’s words: ‘Was not exactly the sweetest person around.

Considering how the ginger girl saw everything with rose tinted glasses, they knew exactly that this spoiled brat was a b*tch.

Her two henchmen were named Li and Charlotte. Both didn’t have any distinguishable personalities. They were basically cardboards that followed their ‘Queen Bee’ the whole day.

Lynn and Sunny were both blushing hard at the comment.

“We are not freaks! And not a couple either” the brunette girl explained, feeling a bit embarrassed at the situation.

“Stop fooling yourselves. It’s pathetic. You both walk all around school holding hands and dare to say you aren’t a couple?” Ambre asked, not believing what the new girl just said.

Lynn wanted to argue against that, but, in hindsight, there was literally no way of denying that the moments they shared could be interpreted as couple activities.

“Well, let’s get to the point: I am here for one reason, and for one reason only. Stay away from Nathaniel!” Ambre demanded.

The two didn’t understand why she asked them that, and, before they could actually process it, the trio had already walked away.

The brunette girl was still angry, though.

“Who does she think she is to treat us all like that?!” the candy girl exclaimed, enraged at the treatment that they had been receiving.

“And what even is her deal with Nathaniel?!” she continued, a little bit calmer, but more intrigued.

“Let’s ask him” the raven-haired boy spoke. Even if Lynn had spent quite enough time with Sunny already, she still hadn’t get used to his bluntness.

“Well, it’s not a bad idea. Let’s go!” she said, dragging him through the corridors like usual.

This time, though, Sunny dropped her hand in the middle of the way. She turned around to see what happened.

“We… shouldn’t hold hands anymore… it gives people the wrong idea” the raven-haired boy explained.

Lynn seemed to be a bit disappointed, but, she agreed with what he said.

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When they arrived at the student body room, the duo saw Nathaniel signing some papers.

‘This boy probably never takes a break’

This time, though, he quickly noticed the presence of the two on the room.

“Oh, hi Lynn, it’s a pleasure having you here” the blonde boy said on a formal, but courteous tone.

His face quickly changed at seeing that the raven-haired boy was there too.

“And Sunny, you are here too. Great” Nathaniel stated, still formally, but more coldly.

“Do you two need something for me?” the blonde boy asked, on a tone that mixed the two he used before.

“You see, Nathaniel… ever since we have arrived, there has been a girl that hasn’t been very nice to us. Her name is Amber and she has been acting like a…” Lynn started to answer.

“Brat” the raven-haired boy deadpanned, leaving the brunette girl with her mouth wide open.

“You know she is my sister, right?” Nathaniel asked, clearly trying to hold his rage back.

The candy girl knew they ended up messing up pretty badly.

“Sorry, we didn’t know. We were going to ask you if you can ask her to be less… you know… with us” Lynn said, trying to fix the situation.

Nathaniel seemed to be a bit more calm, but he was still frowning.

“Look, I know she is not easy, specially when she is with her friends, but, can you two please not call her that anymore?” the blonde boy asked.

“Fine, we won’t…” the brunette girl said, leaving the room soon after, since she knew that there would be no help coming from the body president.

Sunny stood there for a while longer, though, and Nathaniel started to feel uncomfortable with his stare.

“Is there any problem?” the blonde boy asked, clearly not meaning to help him.

The raven-haired boy stood quiet, though, and his gaze seemed more and more judgmental.

‘Shouldn’t have believed in you’

Sunny finally left without saying a word.

“There is something clearly wrong with that boy” Nathaniel stated, going back to signing his papers.

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“That was disappointing…” the raven-haired boy stated.

“Well, to be honest, I understand his point, honestly. She is his sister, so, he needs to protect her… just hope he doesn’t use his position to harm us if she asks to…” Lynn spoke worriedly. Her friend nodded.

As they kept walking, they noticed a familiar little guy walking into their direction.

“Oh, hi Ken! Is everything alright?” the brunette girl asked, noticing that he seemed sad about something.

“It’s… nothing, really. I am fine” Ken lied, trying to act as if everything was okay. The Candy girl didn’t fall for that, though.

“Ken, if there is something wrong, you can tell us about it” Lynn told him. 

The boy with glasses started to cry.

“Those three mean girls… they wanted to eat on a restaurant, not the cafeteria… so, they stole my money” Ken cried out, having a hard time holding back the tears.

The brunette girl immediately went to hug him, as a way to make him feel better.

“Sorry to hear that, Ken. Those three are really wicked!” the candy girl said, mad at their evil deeds.

Sunny approached the two and handled the small boy some paper tissues he had on his bag.

“Thank you both… I will try to talk to the student body president. He might help!” Ken stated optimistically.

Lynn ended up gulping out of nervousness.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you… the president is Ambre’s older brother… and he doesn’t believe us when we try to talk to him about her” the brunette girl said, feeling bad that she destroyed the boy’s hope.

“Oh… okay” the boy with glasses stated, walking away so that they didn’t see him crying anymore.

‘Poor guy’

“Wish we could do more to help him” the candy girl spoke, feeling a bit guilty.

“Me too… but, the system is against us” Sunny said, nonchalantly.

The phrase seemed like something straight out of a dramatic movie, but the raven boy’s tone combined with the timing were too funny for Lynn to handle.

“HAHA! Gosh, Sunny, I am sorry, but you are so great at this kind of comedy!” the brunette girl exclaimed, making Sunny blush in embarrassment.

“Hello, Sunny and Lynn” a voice said from behind.

“Oh, hi, principal! Is there any problem?” Lynn asked.

“Nothing, really, dearies. I just need to tell you two something” the elderly woman answered.

“You see, all of the new students need to join one of the clubs that the school has to offer” she continued.

“It seems to be cool!” the brunette girl stated, excited by the idea. Sunny just made a thumbs up.

“The three clubs that need new members are the gardening the club, the basketball club” the principal started to list.

The raven boy started to shiver in nervouseness.

‘NO! NO! NO! NO!’

These two clubs brought to many memories of the friends that he had left back in Far Away. Friends that probably hated him now.

“Or the art club” the elderly woman spoke.

“Art club!” Sunny exclaimed firmly. The two other people that were present were left with their eyes widen.

“Wow, I have never seen you with so much ‘enthusiasm’ before! I would like to join the art club too” Lynn said.

“Perfect! All you need to do is go to the club and ask them to join. The art room is at the end of the corridor. They have a pretty thematic door. So, there is no chance for you to get lost!” the elderly woman said, leaving the two to find the room alone.

It seemed like this day would be filled with more walking.

“So, why did you choose the art club?” the candy girl asked, excited to find someone that shared her passion.

“Don’t like basketball. Neither flowers” the raven-haired boy said, tensing up and shivering.

“Oh right…” Lynn stated, a little bit worried about her friend’s state.

“But I really like to sketch! And to write poems too!” Sunny said, almost as if he was trying to justify himself.

“That’s nice. I am an artist myself too!” the candy girl exclaimed.

“I always liked to draw, but, most importantly, to analyze art! I always had a fun time in museums” she continued to speak.

“I know you might find it a bit boring…” the brunette girl uttered.

“I don’t think it is boring at all” Sunny told her, making her blush and smile.

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The art club clashed a lot with the rest of the school. While the rest looked overly formal and organized, this class felt almost like a kindergarten.

Things were a bit messy, but on a good and liberating way. The walls had drawings decorating them, and the art desks weren’t organized in carefully organized lines.

And last, but not least, the room was filled with many different forms of art and expressions of creativity.

There were musical instruments, papers, brushes, paint and sewing material.

They also found a girl with purple hair that was painting something on a canvas. She was so focused on it that she didn’t notice that the duo had entered the room.

“Hey, are you the one responsible for the art club?” Lynn said, carefully shaking the girls elbow to catch her attention.

The girl got startled.

“Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you” the brunette girl said with a bright smile.

The new girl seemed to be flustered, but, at least, it seemed like she was now calm.

“It’s… okay…” the girl said on a voice so low that it felt like she was whispering.

It was clear that this girl was shy, maybe, she was even shyer than Sunny himself.

“So, we wanted to join the art club. Are you the one responsible for that?” the candy girl asked.

That girl with purple hair seemed to be getting excited about this idea.

“New members!” she whispered in shock to herself.

“Yes, I am… I… take… care of the things while the teacher is away” the girl answered.

“Great. So, what do we need to do now?” Lynn asked. The girl with purple hair grabbed a clipboard and handled it to the duo.

“You both need to sign your names here and hand it to Nathaniel. And, by the way, my name is Violet” Violet said, finally presenting herself.

“Nice to meet you, Violet! We will be handling this to Nathaniel in no time, right, Sunny?” the brunette girl asked her friend. Sunny just nodded.

“It’s going to be wonderful having new people around here” the artistic girl said, still a bit embarrassed, but joyful either way.

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Back to the Student Body’s room, the two noticed that Nathaniel seemed to be stressed and overly thoughtful about something.

“Nathaniel… is something wrong?” Lynn asked, a bit worried about his state.

“Oh, thank god you are here, Lynn. I needed you” the blonde boy said, rushing to get close to her.

‘Great, more favors’

“Sure… what do you need?” the brunette girl asked, a bit confused about the way he phrased it.

“So, I need Castiel to sign an absence sheet, and I am not in the mood to see him. Can you please make him sign the sheet and then give it back to me, please? I would usually ask my usual helper, but she didn’t come to school today” Nathaniel asked.

“Sure. Why aren’t you in the mood to talk to him, though?” the candy girl asked, leaving the student body president more tense.

“Let’s just say that I don’t get a long with that unbearable troublemaker” the blonde boy answered, trying to keep a smile on his face.

“How shocking. Two brats can’t stand each other” Sunny commented nonchalantly, leaving his friend a bit worried.

“Excuse me?” Nathaniel asked, clearly getting angry at the raven boy.

“Sorry, Nath! No more time to talk. Gotta go! Bye!” the brunette girl said, dragging her friend out of the room.

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“What has gotten into you? There was no reason to be so rude!” Lynn asked, reprimanding her friend’s behavior.

“Sorry. Tired of that boy asking us to do his job for him” Sunny answered, clearly losing his patience with the student body president.

“I know, but we are new here. Amber already can’t stand us, we don’t need more people making our lives a living hell” the candy girl spoke.

Lynn thought that Sunny would apologize, like usual, but it seemed like he was thinking on a more urgent matter.

“Need to handle the redhead, right?” the raven-haired boy asked. The brunette girl then remembered the problem that they had on their hands to solve.

“Oh gosh, how are we going to tame that wolf?” Lynn asked herself, knowing that it would be really hard to do so.

“Do you have any ideas of how to do so?” she continued, hoping that her friend could suggest something.

Sunny scratched his chin for a while, trying to think of something.

“Threatening?” Sunny suggested, on his usual nonchalant tone. The brunette girl felt a small shiver down her spine.

“I think we should avoid getting in trouble with him… and sticking to what’s legal” Lynn answered nervously.

While the duo kept walking, a familiar face joined them.

“Hey, you two! Why the worried faces?” Iris asked, with her youthful energy.

“Oh, hi Iris. We were just brainstorming ideas on how to convince Castiel to sign these papers that Nathaniel needs” the brunette girl explained, handing her friend said paper.

“Uhm… Castiel might seem like a cold-hearted person, but all you need to do is treat him with kindness” the ginger said with a grin.

Lynn seemed unsure about that statement, but, she was in no position to refuse an idea.

“Thanks, Iris. We will try” the brunette answered. The joyful girl ended up leaving.

“Ready to tame that beast?” Lynn asked, trying to sound positive. Sunny, however, shook his head.

“Me neither, but we will do it either way…” the brunette said, going after Castiel.

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At the school’s park, the duo ended up finding Castiel sitting on a bench while smoking a cigarette.

“Are you seriously smoking on the school’s premises?!” Lynn asked, indignant at the situation. The redhead just rolled his eyes.

“Does it look like I give a f*ck about it?” Castiel asked, with a grumpy expression on his face.

“You know could have said it less vulgarly, right?” the brunette girl commented. The redhead smirked.

“That’s part of my charm, baby” the bad boy pointed out. The candy girl rolled her eyes.

“Why are you two here now. Do you need help to find the bathrooms, now?” Castiel mocked.

“No, we are here because… well… you see…” Lynn faltered. She was having a hard time finding a nice way of asking him.

“… you need to sign this absence sheet over here” the brunette girl said on the sweetest tone she could utter.

The redhead immediately got angry.

“Seriously, that uptight b*tch couldn’t even bother to come here?” Castiel asked, rolling his eyes.

“Tell him that, if he wants me to sign, then he should be a real man and come here to tell me in person, instead of sending a little princess and a walking stick” the bad boy said, returning the paper with little to no care to the candy girl, and going back to his cigarette.

Lynn grunted in rage and frustration. Sunny pat her in the back as a way to show support.

“Well, we tried. Let’s hope Nathaniel won’t be mad” the brunette girl stated, trying to be a bit hopeful.

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Back at the Student Body room, the candy girl was mentally preparing herself to explain the situation.

“So, did you manage to get him to sign it?” the blonde boy asked. Lynn scratched the back of her neck.

“Well… no” the brunette girl stated. Nathaniel put his hand on his face out of annoyance.

“What is this delinquent’s cheap excuse now?” the president asked.

“He said that… if you want him to sign it… you will have to face him… and be a real man” Lynn answered. Nathaniel started to get more and more irritated.

“Well, in this case, you can tell him that a real man takes responsibility for his actions!” the blonde boy fumed. The candy girl and the raven boy exchanged side glances.

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Instead of going back to Castiel, the duo decided to sit on the stairs to discuss what to do next.

“Okay, it’s clear that none of them are ready to give in” the brunette girl stated to herself.

Nod.

“But we still need to, someway, somehow, get Castiel to sign the sheet, and give it back to Nathaniel” the candy girl continued.

Nod.

“But how?!” Lynn exclaimed. She started to think non-stop of ways to solve this situation, while Sunny kept starring at her, barely paying any attention, mostly focus on her face and the gestures she made while thinking.

‘She is… kinda pretty’

“Maybe, we could trick them into being at the same place at the same time!” the brunette girl announced.

“Nope” the raven-haired boy stated nonchalantly.

“Yeah, you are right, at this point, they wouldn’t fall for that…”the candy girl acknowledged.

She tried to think about other ways to solve the problem, but everything she could come up with was either ridiculous, or too surreal.

Sunny, noticing the situation, decided to solve this on his own terms. To drag her attention, he tapped her shoulder.

“I can solve this” he continued, looking directly on her eyes. For a few seconds, she found herself trapped under his hypnotized gaze.

When he spoke that confidently, Sunny’s eyes looked beautiful…

“Really?” the candy girl asked.

“On my own terms” he stated. The brunette girl, at first, hesitated, since she still wasn’t sure of what hew as capable of. But then, with no other option, she decided to trust him.

“Okay. Do you what you have to do… just, don’t hurt anyone” Lynn requested.

The raven-haired boy grabbed the important paper and left.

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Outside, Castiel went back to smoking, trying to calm down after Nathaniel’s efforts to ruin his day.

And, it hadn’t come to an end, since Sunny was back and still holding the paper. He was also alone.

“It’s you. Where is that prissy pants?” the redhead asked. The raven boy, though, kept quiet. The bad boy started to feel uncomfortable at his empty stare.

“He ran away like a little coward as I can see” Castiel observed with a smirk. Sunny was still silent.

“Haven’t you heard the first time, Edward Cullen wannabee? If the Class President doesn’t come, I won’t be signing these papers” the redhead reminded his colleague.

Sunny just stood there… menacingly. The bad boy was losing his patience.

“Are you deaf or something? Or are you just to stupid to do anything?” Castiel asked on a threatening way.

The dreamer boy kept his emotionless face… almost as if he was piercing the redhead’s soul. That was the last straw.

“Just. Leave! Me! The! Heck! ALONE!!” The bad boy shouted, grabbing his opponent by the shoulders. But, all he had as a response was silence.

He, then, started to shake Sunny, trying to get a reaction out of him.

“SAY SOMETHING!”

Just like all of the other attempts, this one had no effect on the dreamer boy.

Castiel, who had no patience left to be on that situation.

“You know what. Give me this piece of crap!” the redhead exclaimed, grabbing the paper from the other’s hand.

He quickly signed what he had to sign and handled it back to  Sunny.

“There! Are you happy now?!” the bad boy questioned. The dreamer said nothing. He just nodded, turned around and left.

Castiel rapidly had a cigarette to relax.

“F*cking weirdo!” he stated angrily.

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Now, it was time to talk with the other boy.

“Wow, you miraculously managed to solve this in your own. I have to admit I am surprised that someone that can barely speak a full sentence managed to be so convincing” Nathaniel sassed, not wasting his opportunity of humiliating the dreamer.

But, this time, Sunny came prepared to say something back at the class president.

“A boy with no ability to lead managed to become class president. Anything can be possible” he stated nonchalantly.

“Excuse me!” the blonde boy exclaimed, ready for an argument. It didn’t matter, though, cause Sunny had already left.

“What does he know about leading. I doubt he even had friends at some point in life…” Nathaniel stated, going back to his usual routine as a class president.

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Sometime passed, and, after the remaining classes, the two had more time to talk. And the boy finally explained the situation was solved.

“You faced Castiel, alone?!” Lynn yelled, incredulous at the news. Her friend nodded.

“And he ended up signing it?” she asked another time. Once again, a nod was the response.

“But, how?” the brunette girl asked.

“Persistence” Sunny answered ominously. The candy girl felt uneasy, but still, seemed to be relieved that the problems were solved… well, that’s what she thought.

“Why can’t you just take responsibility for your actions once, your little punk!” a loud shout reached the duo.

“I will show you what happens when you mess with me, B*TCH!” another scream followed soon after.

The duo, worried and curious about what was going on, immediately went into the direction of the argument.

It turns out that Castiel and Nathaniel were in the middle of a heated discussion in the hallways of the school.

“Do your worse, and I will do mine” the blonde boy responded, clearly ready for a fight.

The redhead grabbed his enemy by the collar and pinned him against the lockers.

Sunny’s first thought was to leave that place before the situation got more dangerous, but, his friend had a different idea.

“We need to stop those two!” Lynn exclaimed, rushing to stop the conflict. The dreamer boy immediately got worried.

“Hey, you two, snap out of this!” the brunette girl pleaded, getting in the middle of the battle.

“Stay out of this!” the bad boy said, pushing her away from the conflict. She was about to fall into the ground, but the dreamer grabbed her as fast as possible.

‘Time for punishment’

Wanting to put that conflict to an end, Sunny grabbed a familiar spray bottle that he put on his backpack.

The dreamer boy groaned loudly to call those two attentions.

“Won’t you two just leave already?!” the bad boy complained, noticing that the two still wanted to meddle on his business.

Sunny took the chance and sprayed the content of the bottle on the two boys’ faces.

“F*CK!”

“WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!”

“Pepper spray” the dreamer boy deadpanned. He then grabbed the girl’s hand and dragged her out of the school.

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The two kept silent the whole way. Sunny due to his quiet nature, and Lynn due to the shock.

“It’s safe” the dreamer said, letting his friends hand go and relaxing.

The brunette girl still seemed to astonished about everything that had happened.

“You okay?” Sunny asked, looking directly in her eyes.

“You… saved me” the candy girl muttered, impressed with the boy’s action.

Instead of answering him, she embraced her arms around him.

“Thank you!” Lynn exclaimed. Sunny was taken a back by the gesture.

‘Hug…?’

It had been so long since the last time he had been hugged. He didn’t even remember how it felt.

It was warm, inviting, comfortable… he finally gave in and hugged his friend back.

It felt so good as their bodies stood connected like that. He felt like he was finally home after so long.

He felt protected, accepted, and cared for.

‘Smells like flowers’

Lynn was also enjoying.

Sunny might look like a threatening and terrifying person, but, as she found out on the last few days… he was actually really nice and sweet!

He was always there to help her and always kept her company… he could be a little bit too direct sometimes, sure, but… it was clear he cared about her… and she cared for him too

“So, what about we actually going out for ice cream today? You know, to celebrate we getting out alive from that mess!” Lynn suggested.

Sunny’s face, after a long time, finally changed. He gave her a small smile.

“Sure.” _____________________________________________________

At the park, each bought an ice cream cone. She chose a strawberry ice cream, and he chose mint with chocolate chips.

Then, the duo sat on a bench nearby.

“You know, I kind of expected you would choose just vanilla” she teased.

“Vanilla can be good. Just not in the mood today” he answered.

Lynn laughed at his answer.

“You are a really mysterious guy you know. I can’t help but wonder what you are hiding” she spoke.

The dreamer got tense at the statement.

‘SHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOW’

“There is nothing interesting” he replied, trying to sound cool.

“I genuinely doubt that. Like, I don’t know much about your hobbies, your childhood, your tastes… I know you like poems and drawing, but, what else does Sunny Suzuki hides under his sweater” she laughed.

They were getting in dangerous waters. If Lynn finds out to much about his past, she will start seeing him as a monster… and he wouldn’t be able of handling that.

“Videogames”

“Huh?”

“I like videogames” the dreamer mentioned.

“I should have guessed you were a nerd” the candy girl jested. All he did in response was shrugging his elbows. He didn’t really know if he should be considered a nerd or not, but, it wasn’t like he cared about it.

“I am a bit of a player myself. I played a lot of The Sims, many farming games, a bit of Mario and Pokemon… and you? Which are your favorite games?” Lynn questioned.

“Pet rocks” Sunny answered. The brunette girl got confused.

“Pet rocks?”

“Yep”

“Are you talking about that game where you need to play rock, scissors and paper with pokemon imitations?” the candy girl asked.

“It used to be a fever back in my city. I was actually a municipal champion back in the day” the dreamer explained. Lynn giggled.

“Who would have guessed that I am in the presence of such illustrious celebrity!” she joked.

“Nah, it wasn’t such a big deal” Sunny spoke. That only made the brunette girl more intrigued.

“You don’t talk much about your hometown. How was life back in Faraway?” the candy girl asked.

He got so unfocused by the question that he ended up dropping the ice cream on the ground.

The atmosphere got awkward. She crossed a line, and ended up ruining everything.

“Sorry. I should go” Lynn said, trying to get up before she messed things even more.

The dreamer stopped her before she could.

“No, please, don’t leave me!” he shouted. The candy girl was taken aback by that.

“I… like when you are near… don’t go…” he begged, a lot lower than the last time.

Lynn blushed and, after some seconds, gave him a smile.

“Oh, okay…” she said nervously, going back to the bench.

The friendship between this two has just started, and they have yet a lot to learn and understand. They will need to learn more about each other and themselves so that they can progress.

But, not everyone will be in favor of this bond’s growing strength… _____________________________________________________

Author's Note: This chapter was definitely hard. But, all of the seeds I wanted to plant were planted.

Sunny and Lynn are now on the art club, I showed Nathaniel and Castiel’s rivalry, while also making them hate Sunny even more, and I managed to increase the closeness of Sunlight.

Next time, the rest of the female cast of the game will appear! Finally time to meet Rosalya, Kim, Peggy, Capucine and Melody.

Lynn will have new friends, and Sunny will end up with 2 formidable opponents.

Miss Gossip and Miss “How dare you hurt Nathaniel” will definitely be a pain in the ass.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment with theories, moments you liked on the chapter, or if you are excited for when Basil, Kel and Aubrey join this cast.

[wordscanhealme]

Over 2 months passed. And I still need to share my thoughts. 18.6.2023. The day i changed my life for the better.

Before that day, I don't want to even talk about it. Nights of sobers and tears, mistakes and miserable. 18-30/6, the period of time that made me become myself again. I lived my life, i was dancing, being myself, loved, cried, laughed, watered by the rain, dirt my hand with soil, etc. I met the nice, happy and cute people, I wonder why I didn't have that feelings during my 21 years old life before... They actually "LIVE". They tell what they wanna tell, do what they wanna do, love the one they love without any doubts. That was just simply life. I think that's the reason why I decided to know more about them. Not only them, their world, their life, and ways of thinking. Of course, I have my own perspective, but I am adore that ways of living. They just simply don't hide anything, they are truly beautiful and loving. Maybe i had been living in the environment which was not for me. So i was amazed by how others live with full of love and respects, especially for women, I love how they treat women kindly and gentle. Actually it is my goal lol - to find someone respects me by all he has, care about what i think, protect me at any cost, lead me to the right paths no matter how I fucked everything up.. I know what myself want after this short trip, I know who i'm gonna love, i know what I have to do to have all I've ever wanted. Sadly, not here, not this city, not with the people who keep bringing me anxiety and self-doubts. But don't get me wrong, I mean I still love the environment I've created for myself, i fell blessed everyday. Because I have the universes always beside and leading me closer to what i want to be. I feel blessed because I have family, they're all well, i have coffee everyday. And the most important things is faith. I have a strong faith for everything. Some last words for you, thank you for teaching me what love is, what guys do when they respect a girl, what princess treatments are. i will never open the door for who consider me as a low-valued woman. And I'm trying everyday to be better at everything, so I can stand by your side- happy, smile and kiss you like i did.

[donttalkaboutmemes]

Dinosaur (2000) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 110 sentences from Dinosaur to use for your enjoyment!      

1.      “Some things start out big, and some things start out small. Very small. But sometimes the smallest thing can make the biggest changes of all.”

2.      “Oh, I always have to go when stuff’s happening.”

3.      “It’s a cold-blooded monster from across the sea. Vicious, flesh-eating.”

4.      “You keep that thing, one day we’ll turn our backs, it’ll be picking us out of its teeth.”

5.      “Things like that eat things like us as snacks.”

6.      “You’d better hurry up. It looks hungry.”

7.      “It’s okay. We’ll teach him to hate meat.”

8.      “Watch his head. I…I mean watch it. He could bite.”

9.      “This monster’s got no teeth. What’s he gonna do, gum us to death?”

10.   “Look at that sweet little face. Does that look like a monster to you?”

11.   “Come on! Pick on somebody your own size!”

12.   “It’s a shame you don’t like kids.”

13.   “Let’s hope he’s found some new material.”

14.   “I’m known as the professor of love and school’s in session!”

15.   “I’m a raging epidemic of romance.”

16.   “To hear him tell it, he put the prime in primate.”

17.   “Listen and learn from the master.”

18.   “Don’t jump into the trees after the first boy with a cute backflip.”

19.   “It’s more fun if you keep them guessing.”

20.   “If I cute backflip doesn’t work, guess.”

21.   “You’re never going to forget this day, so make it one to remember.”

22.   “If you mess up, don’t worry. They’ll never remember.”

23.   “Make ‘em look good, son.”

24.   “With my charm and your brains, no problem.”

25.   “Look what just pulled into town.”

26.   “Hey, haven’t you heard? I am the action!”

27.   “The clan still has one bachelor.”

28.   “It’s never really been his best event.”

29.   “He’s got a tougher hide than mine.”

30.   “If only there was someone on this island for you.”

31.   “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

32.   “Walkin’ backwards, huh? Well, let me know if that gets you there any father.”

33.   “Keep those little legs movin’ or you’ll get left behind.”

34.   “All this pushing and shoving about, just for a place to sleep. I’m not used to this kind of behavior.”

35.   “You wanna get to the nesting grounds alive? Show some backbone.”

36.   “He doesn’t normally warm up to strangers.”

37.   “This is my family. We’re all that’s left.”

38.   “It is the most beautiful place there is, child.”

39.   “Will we find anybody that looks like us there?”

40.   “The last few days, I’ve seen ‘em all shapes and sizes. Who knows what we’ll find.”

41.   “The hard job now is just getting there.”

42.   “An older woman like myself, it’s…well…it’s positively indecent.”

43.   “Why aren’t you uphill with the young bloods?”

44.   “Hm. Let the weak set the pace. Now there’s an idea.”

45.   “Better let me do the thinking from now on.”

46.   “Don’t worry. That’s how my brother treats newcomers. No matter how charming they are.”

47.   “You sure know how to catch a girl’s eyes there, stud.”

48.   “I couldn’t be catching nobody’s eye if I was you.”

49.   “Since when do we take orders from the likes of him?”

50.   “I could hold that monsters brain in the palm of my hand.”

51.   “Better to keep our heads down with this bunch than get ‘em bitten off by those things.”

52.   “You just consider yourself lucky that’s all that’s following us.”

53.   “Hey, wake up. Enough with the beauty sleep. You’re ravishing already.”

54.   “I believe you left a wake-up call for the dawn of time.”

55.   “The charm never stops around here.”

56.   “Unless you got a death wish, you and that little parasite better get moving!”

57.   “I made a real impression on her.”

58.   “That, children, is what’s known as a jerkosaurus.”

59.   “And with that, the ice is broken.”

60.   “We’ve got a lot of first-timers here. Make sure they get it.”

61.   “If this is your first crossing, listen up. There is no water til we reach the other side.”

62.   “On your feet. We can’t let those things eat you.”

63.   “I’m just gonna walk right into that lake until the waters up to my eyeballs and soak it all in.”

64.   “Maybe the rains collected somewhere else.”

65.   “Take a scout and check the entire perimeter.”

66.   “Enough! You have to be strong now!”

67.   “We’ve never gone this long without water. If we keep going like this, we’ll lose half the herd.”

68.   “We save the half that deserves to live.”

69.   “I always did like big girls!”

70.   “I think they’re scared of me.”

71.   “Who wouldn’t be? You are pretty scary.”

72.   “A lot of us are on our own now.”

73.   “Why did you help that old one?”

74.   “Is that you talking or your brother?”

75.   “We watch out for each other, we all stand a chance of getting to your nesting grounds.”

76.   “You led them right to us!”

77.   “You can’t sacrifice them like this!”

78.   “If you ever interfere again, I’ll kill you.”

79.   “I’ve got blisters on my blisters.”

80.   “Hey, uh, you don’t look so good. Let me help you.”

81.   “Save your pity. I just need some rest.”

82.   “If you change your mind, we’ll be in those caves. It’s dark, but at least it’s dry.”

83.   “It’s the dark part I’m having trouble with.”

84.   “May I remind you that he’s one of them?”

85.   “Looks like he’s one of us now.”

86.   “If I could sleep that deep, I’d be in paraside.”

87.   “If you could sleep that deep, honey, you’d be dead.”

88.   “Why is he doing this, pushing them on with false hope?”

89.   “It’s hope that’s gotten us this far.”

90.   “Why doesn’t he let them accept their fates?”

91.   “It’s your choice, not your fate.”

92.   “Back to what? It’s gone. We’re not meant to survive.”

93.   “How dare you wase that good fortune by simply giving up!”

94.   “The worst of it is you allowed an old fool like me to believe I was needed, that I still had a purpose.”

95.   “I, for one, am not willing to die here.”

96.   “Our survival, our future, is over these rocks.”

97.   “Watch them, they’re tough. If they can do it, so can you.”

98.   “He’s led that monster right to us!”

99.   “If we scatter, he’ll pick us off. Stand together.”

100. “Welcome home.”

101.  “Move over, everybody. Bringing in babies is what I do best.”

102.  “Somebody wants to meet you.”

103.  “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest little small fry I ever did see.”

104.  “Meet your dad. He’s not as crazy as he looks.”

105.  “Let met get a good look at you. Yup, you’re your father’s son.”

106.  “Hey, look what I found! New neighbors!”

107.   “Are you ladies up for a game of monkey in the middle?”

108.   “None of us really know what changes, big or small, lie ahead.”

109.   “One thing is certain, our journey’s not over.”

110.   “We can only hope that in some small way, our time will be remembered.”

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

part one (preshow/induction-act three):

-we all love to do a silly little dance

-everyone give it up for pumpkin pants

-we also love a little pre show talk

-“and now i have to go! goodnight!” lolol

-also we love baroque songs

-somebody’s a complainer

-give it up for stage managers!!!

-“my big gay shakespearean wedding” LMAOOOOOOOOOO

-i know this isn’t the actual induction but LOLOLOL

-“i’m a BLOGGER!”

-isn’t this more or less how michael bogdanov did the opening of his taming of the shrew?

-USHER SLAP

-NOW we’re in the induction (following along with a script and they changed “beggar” to “asshole” lmao)

-katherine (or rather the actor playing her) is in charge of the prank!

-christopher sly said yolo

-and off we go!

-this guy wants to join the crew of love’s labor’s (and we know how well that went)

-and this other guy is making the same argument as berowne

-katherine: IIIIIIIIIII HAAAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEEN (i had to)

-also i love katherine, as i was expecting to

-bianca: katherine fuck off you’re ruining my life

-are you SURE you’re liberal to your own children

-stop leaving katherine out of everything

-i’m not gonna be able to tell these guys apart am i

-lucentio: tenor boy

-yaaaaaaaaaaaay for disguises and identity swaps

-just guys bein dudes

-oh biondello

-FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

-definitely not confusing to have two old men named grumio and gremio

-grumio pls punch him in the face

-I COME TO WIVE IT WEALTHILY IN PADUAAAAAA

-hortensio: i’m gonna do a pro gamer move

me: you’re condemning a woman you barely know to a shitty husband

-“Hortensio, peace. Thou know’st not gold’s effect.” dude shut the fuck up

-“o this woodcock what an ass it is!” lolol

-grumio has his priorities in order: he just wants a good dinner

-presidential alert: the boys are fightingggggg

-okay but why tho @ katherine

-RIGHT into the wall

-bianca got her back. NICE WORK BIANCA!

-baptista: i love all my children equally!

baptista, earlier that day: i don’t care for katherine

-baptista: i wish i wasn’t a girl dad

-“have you not a daughter called katherina, fair and virtuous?” “…i have a daughter called katherina” LMAOOOOOOOO

-okay now y’all are just making fun of her

-that moment when you get two of the same gift at a birthday party

-the STRUMMING

-shakespeare, a few years later: …pisa and vienna are the same place, right? and this dude’s dad was a duke i guess?

-shuuuuuuuuuuut uuuuuuuuuuuuup

-oop

-that’s called ✨gaslighting✨

-negative rizz

-GET HIS ASS

-the audience gasping at petruchio’s awfulness

-shakespeare was great at writing scenes where men and women fight

-yeah of course she can’t you literally have a hand over her mouth

-once again: FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

-TELL HIM OFF!

-yeah it’s incredible to believe bc it’s NOT FUCKING TRUE

-KISS ME KATE

-RIGHT IN THE FACE

-gremio, with popcorn: was ever woman in this humor wooed? was ever woman in this humor won?

-we love people treating their kids like goods! /s

-italian jam sesh!

-bianca has Opinions on educational philosophy and teaching methods

-possibly the least subtle flirting ever

-hortensio considers smashing the lute over lucentio’s head

-this is even worse flirting

-poor katherine

-also her outfit is pretty

-“okayyyyyy i guess she actually has a point” YEAH SHE FUCKIN DOES

-free biondello

-PETRUCHIO

-I’M SORRY THE CODPIECE

-priest: i haven’t even done the wedding ceremony yet and i am already so done

-dude fuck off

-petruchio is the woooooooooorst

-free my girl katherine

-“I see a woman may be made a fool If she had not a spirit to resist.” such is the world…

-FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

yeah, “fuck off petruchio” is a good way to sum it up

i’ve seen the cinematic masterpiece that is 10 things i hate about you. i’ve seen parts of kiss me, kate. but i’ve been avoiding the taming of the shrew for lord knows how long, including for the four months since i got asked to watch it.

i guess that ends today.

[eternally--mortal]

There’s no way Annabeth hasn’t been learning Egyptian magic spells in her free time.

Seriously. She and Percy have been suffering through close calls for so long. And Annabeth knows that she’s been at a physical disadvantage. She’s seen other demigods. Children of Athena are amazing and intelligent, but Annabeth can never face a problem head-on; she always has to work around it. In situations where the best way out is to brute force it, Annabeth has to work twice as hard to find a solution.

Well, guess what, Annabeth’s finally found a way to match Percy’s power.

And it’s through studying.

A whole new language of possibilities that she can mix and match when a powerful enemy shows up (because, from where I’m sitting, only two categories of monsters are chasing after Percy nowadays: One (1): idiots. And Two (2): major powerhouses who barge in, confident that they can take him out).

And let’s not forget Annabeth’s Norse heritage and the potential for Rune knowledge.

I promise you this. In the future of demigod history, Annabeth is going to be in bold print in the history books, not because she was Percy’s girlfriend/wife who tagged along on all his adventures with the power of friendship and spunky smarts, but because she was a master study of an amalgamation of pantheons to the point that she’s considered more dangerous than witches like Medea.

Annabeth may not be studying under the traditional title of ‘witch’ like Hazel is, but this girl is using magic to weaponize her brain.

There is nothing that this woman would not do to more conveniently protect her family —to put a stop to the absolute shit that she and Percy have been through.

I give you example A:

Sadie: This is our secret mansion which you can totally probably see with your holy voodoo magic god blood. Carter can show you the library, because Annabeth you’ll probably love that for some reason. The entrance is right—

Carter: Sadie, no, wait!

Carter: We have to invite them in.

Sadie: Wat? No, that’s only for—

Carter: *gesturing at Percy and Annabeth* Demigods

Sadie: Ooh. Right. Sorry. That could have been painful.

Percy: I’m sorry, but what?

Carter: We have a security system.

Annabeth: And it keeps out gods?

Carter: Only until you invite them in.

Annabeth: *eyeing Percy*

Annabeth: And could you, say, teach this spell to us?

Annabeth: Would it keep out Greek gods?

Annabeth: Even just one god, specifically.

Annabeth: Let’s say, a marriage goddess?

Percy: . . .

Percy: That would be great, actually

Percy: Now can we talk about how your house treats us like Vampires.

Annabeth is suddenly using magic everywhere, and it’s not just to protect them against monsters. It’s also to protect Percy from himself.

And I don’t just mean she makes him learn some hieroglyphs (which she does. He literally carries a pen with him. He might as well use it to write once in a while. Maybe the pen is as mighty as the sword).

Percy doesn’t have to use explodey-mountain powers when his girlfriend can speak just the right word and level a street. He won’t need to blood-bend against hostile gods, because Annabeth designs fortifications and pendants to keep the gods far away unless they have the proper permission.

Which totally spazzes Zeus out, by the way. All of a sudden, Annabeth isn’t just an inconvenient enabler for her Threat boyfriend. Annabeth is the Threat.

Zeus: I though you gave a prophecy to the Jackson kid.

Dionysus: Which Johnson kid?

Hermes: The new one. Charlie.

Dionysus: Ugh, the tiny one.

Apollo: I did. I mean, I tried. But the oracle doesn’t work around him.

Zeus: And why not?

Athena: Annabeth gave him a pendant.

Zeus: Well tell him to take it off!

Apollo: We, uh. We suggested that.

Zeus: And?

Apollo: *pulls up an IM screen recording. A twelve-year-old boy appears. He has Percy’s nose. . . Annabeth ears . . .*

Charlie: No. I am strictly grounded from quests. Forever. You have a prophecy for me, right? What’s Zeus gonna do? Kill me? Not if you want your prophecy fulfilled.

It’s also a great path for further developing Annabeth’s empathy for Percy’s frustrations with his own powers. We talk a lot as a fandom about Dark!Percy, but what about Annabeth’s side of things. She’s been terrified of her boyfriend, and he knows, and she knows he knows. Annabeth has seen Percy in his wrath, but she’s also seen how negatively her own fears affect him. There’s no way she would look at that and not search to the ends of the earth for some way to reassure him, or at least to support him.

Annabeth’s all calculated plans and building architecture and trying to make things last. She believed for years that Percy was going to die from the prophecy, and she attached herself to the idea of ignoring what would happen to him and instead trying to preserve Luke, because, by the gods, there was no way she was going to lose both of them. But look at how much Annabeth was ready to tear into Hera. More than ever, right now Annabeth has the motivation to throw out preservation and flip the script. I want Annabeth to experience what being destructive feels like. I want her to succeed and an want it to be beautiful and terrible. I want her to make mistakes. I want her to underestimate herself and overdo it. I want her to begin to understand her power to the point where she walks into situations with the weight of knowledge, debating whether it’s worth it to let a potential enemy live, or if she should just kill them now and save herself the trouble later. And I want Percy to step in and balance her out again.

In the end, I want Annabeth to realize that it’s not the power that’s scary, but learning to use it the right way and at the right time. Learning to lean on people, and to find people that will help you to balance it instead of just being afraid of you. Annabeth’s new magic—her knowledge—isn’t evil, and Percy’s power isn’t either.

[lilyswrittenworks]

First Match

Warning(s): None

Synopsis: You and Piccolo agree on a friendly sparring match that solely relies on each other’s skills through close quarter combat.

The odd little friendship you had with Piccolo had evolved over the course of months. From hardly talking to one another, to engaging in a conversation—well, it was mostly you that did all the talking. Piccolo might not be a man of many words–a Namekian as you had recently learned– however, his body language accompanied by the way he pays close attention to every word you say and would gesture for you to continue on whatever you were explaining is proof enough that he’s always listening.

Of the times that you aren’t rambling like usual, he would be the one to initiate a conversation with you. In those moments when he did, it was him giving you pointers on certain techniques you were practicing, even sharing you a great deal of knowledge about his own martial art skills.

That’s what he was doing right now, the only difference was that he was genuinely intrigued by your own techniques.

“Those techniques… are unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Where did you learn that from?”

You chuckled at his genuine curiosity as you straightened yourself from your stance. “They were taught to me by my sabumnim, of course I perfected them over time and tweaked them to my liking. Don’t get me wrong I still uphold her techniques and will continue to do so in her honor. But I am always experimenting with newfound techniques that work for me nowadays.”

His eyes shifted to the ground with his brows drawn together in thoughtful consideration before meeting your gaze. “I see… your master taught you well from the looks of it.”

You smiled, placing your hands on your hips and puffing out your chest with pride. “Of course she did! People often questioned her brutal training methods as being too harsh, as crazy as her methods were. It gave results.”

Piccolo raised his brows in surprise. “She? So your master was a woman then?”

“You sound surprised.” You saw his features hardened almost immediately to hide whatever he was thinking.

“Well, yes, it's uncommon to see any women being a part of the martial arts.”

Piccolo does make a valid point. Throughout your years of being a martial artist it was rare to see any women taking part in a mostly male oriented art. Knowing that not many young women take part in it is mainly due to the lack of inclusivity especially the stigma that women shouldn't be involved because of some dumb reason to scare them off and it was frustrating. You wanted to make a change, the same way your master did too to get to where she was. You worked your way up until you were worthy enough to open your own school and teach not only young boys but to young girls as well.

“You're not wrong. That's why I became an instructor in the first place. To prove those egotistical instructors and masters alike that a woman can be better and stronger than a man.” You adamantly expressed.

Before he could even respond you had suddenly blurted out.

“Fight me.”

His eyes widened and for a moment his left knee gave way in a comical way but he quickly righted himself. He wasn't even certain if he heard you correctly, quite ironic since he has a good sense of hearing. “W-What?!”

“I said: fight me.” You repeated.

Your eyes remained locked onto Piccolo for a response. He remained frozen in place struggling to find the words and was hesitant to accept your request. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was having an internal debate and you found it funny that he was freaking out about fighting you.

“How about this,” He blinks to focus his attention on you, “We treat this like any other sparring match, with the exception of only using close quarter combat and kicks. No flying, no strange energy beams—you get the idea.”

You were hoping he would at least consider it even if he refused. It wouldn't upset you in the slightest, in fact, you will be looking forward to it when he does decide to accept your proposal. It makes you wonder why he’s even hesitating in the first place.

“Fine.” Piccolo unfolds his arms and begins to take off his cape.

To your surprise the pointed shoulder caps that were attached to his cape landed with a loud crunching thud. Is his clothing…weighted? You couldn’t believe what you were witnessing as he removed his turban revealing a pair of antennae that were hidden underneath.

Just when you were beginning to slowly learn more about him only to be reminded that there are still some details about him and his physiology that you're unfamiliar with. Fueling your ever growing curiosity towards him.

You gestured towards his discarded clothing with a chuckle. “Never would’ve thought those were weighted.”

Piccolo’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t tell me you're easily scared by the weights alone.”

Did he just…? He’s teasing you!

“Pff, please! I’m not so easily scared.”  You took a deep breath as you shifted your stance, positioning yourself into an L-stance. With your palms open where you extend your left arm outward matching with your leg and your right hand resting lightly onto your forearm. This was your signature fighting position. “I’ll be letting you know when we should start. I'm looking forward to this.”

“Is that so?” Piccolo followed suit. The smirk being more prominent that you could see the white of his fangs poking out from under his lips. “I won’t disappoint.”

You and Piccolo remained grounded from where you two stood— still as a statue—until you shouted.

“Shijak!”

With unnatural speed, Piccolo bolted to strike you with a flurry of punches, of which you barely avoided if not for your instinctual evasion. He kept on striking with his speed to overwhelm your small frame. You won’t lie, it had taken you by surprise and you should have known better since he’s another race entirely, a Namekian no less. Gradually as you kept up with his pace you were able to predict his movements.

Without warning you evaded his oncoming strike and then simultaneously grabbed a hold of his wrist and struck him in the knee which caused him to lose balance. In one swift motion you twisted his wrist and used your free hand to add pressure to the back of his neck, more particularly where a pressure point was located. Piccolo’s body went slack for a moment before his muscles flexed and was overcome by a wave of pain from both neck and wrist. He was gritting his teeth and his eyes were shut.

You then manipulated his body to move wherever you pleased and so you took him by the edge of the lake and then tossed him in.

By the time he went under you had already moved far away from the lake as you waited for him to resurface. You watched as the surface bubbled—the water rippled and suddenly breaking the surface was Piccolo soaked to the bone that his gi was sticking to his skin. It was comical seeing him dart his head around before eventually turning around to face you. He wasn’t all too thrilled that you had puppeteered him so effortlessly and then had the balls to throw him in the lake. You could tell from the glare he was throwing at your direction that no one had ever thought to throw him in the way that you had, in fact, you were the first.

Your body moved along with the strong gust of wind that was hitting in your direction causing the fallen leaves and wildflowers to fly around with the current that was swirling around you. Your right leg curled elegantly in a semicircle, positioning yourself into a more grounded stance. Using your extended hand that was pointed towards him— “the giving hand” as you’d like to call it— and coaxed him to come over.

Predictably it set him off.

He jumped out of the water and once his feet touched the ground he instantly made a dash. When he was close enough he went for an uppercut initially aiming towards your stomach, however you simply moved out of the way at an angled displacement and struck him hard by the side of his neck with your fingers.

Piccolo cried out in shock, the feeling in his right arm was rapidly weakening as you went to strike him from behind. He was quick to recover however, and whipped around to grab your arm in an almost death grip, which he had to lessen so as to not accidentally break your arm. Piccolo was preparing to yank you towards him until you utilized a quick sleight of hand movement to free yourself from his grasp giving you a chance to distance yourself from him.

He was beginning to grow frustrated at how easily you have been outmaneuvering him with such little effort, barely breaking a sweat. Meanwhile, he was starting to pant and sweat was trickling down his face.

As he went to do a back kick only for you to dash towards him effectively stopping his kick midway through. You grabbed his already weakened arm by the wrist and twisted it in the opposite direction using your other hand to hold down his shoulder and forcefully made him bend over. There you forced him to follow you into a circle and he had no choice but to follow alongside you.

In the midst of it all the moment the two of you locked eyes and time seemed to slow down. You were fixated on him with a smile that reached your eyes. Through Piccolo’s steely gaze you caught it just in time when there was a quick subliminal look in them that you couldn’t quite pinpoint what he was trying to convey to you.

Then time seemed to resume and so did your match with Piccolo. Exchanging blows, blocking, and counter attacking each other’s strikes. Piccolo went to push you away; he had accidentally used too much of his strength and because of this mistake he had sent you hurtling towards a tree. Almost immediately he extends his arm to incredible lengths catching you by the waist and pulling you towards him.

Your head was spinning for a good minute and massaging your temple to ease the wave of nausea that swept over you. Meanwhile Piccolo kept a close eye on you with his arm firmly wrapped around your waist until you had recovered your bearings.

Piccolo carefully lets you go. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok.” Your hand was pressed up against his abdomen for support. When you met his gaze you were surprised to see the worry written across his features.

This is the first time you’ve ever seen him show a visible reaction besides the usual stern, if not, indifferent front. Seeing him worry for you was causing your chest to swell with a strange warmth.

His eyes examined you one last time as he then hummed in thought. “You fought admirably back there. It’s not everyday I get to spar with someone that’s different from what I’m used to.”

“Different is good, you know?” You hid your hands behind your back and averted you eyes to the ground where your hair covered just enough to conceal the redness of your cheeks, “It has  helped me in many ways by just sparring with different people, because if you think about it, do you really think your learning by sparring the same person? Or maybe someone similar? Not really.”

As you looked up to him the redness of your cheeks were no longer present and the corners of your lips curled into a smile. “Thank you for accepting my proposal, Piccolo. I’m looking forward to sparring with you more often from now on!”

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