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ovobawrites · 9 months ago

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𝐵𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽: 𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝓃𝑒 ♡ 𝐹𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈

disclaimer: this is a fem!reader and also a half chinese!reader insert.

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Breakfast was a noisy affair. Jade and Ortho, thankfully, managed to achieve some weird sort of equilibrium in which they both just ignored each other while making as much food as possible.

"Are you sure we can eat all this?" You already felt full looking at the dishes crammed all over the table.

"We can always eat the leftovers for lunch." Jade smiled placidly.

Yeah, he was definitely still a little pissed at Ortho.

"You guys should start eating soon. Before Ruggie gets to his third serving." Leona remarked dryly, chewing on a bone.

You glanced at Ruggie, who had somehow managed to fit every single thing Jade and Ortho cooked into his plate, devouring it all with remarkable ferocity. You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, despite his lack of table manners, and moved over to grab some food.

Azul pushed his glassed up. "Jamil, can you pass the-"

"No. Get it yourself." Jamil hardly looked up, carefully testing Kalim's food for poison.

"I'll pass it to you Azul!" Kalim beamed as he handed over the serving spoon.

"Ah, no Kalim I was asking for-"

"Oh you wanted the tongs! Sorry!"

"No it was the-"

"This spoon! Got it!"

"I wasn't-"

"Here! The other tongs!"

"...Thank you."

"You're such a kind guy, Sea Otter." Floyd drawled as he watched Azul finally get to the dish he wanted.

"Ah, you think so?" Kalim laughed. "Thanks Floyd!"

You took a bite of the egg white seafood omelette Jade had made, and hummed in delight. To be honest, if it wasn't for the split in the middle of the table to distinguish between Jade and Ortho's dishes, you wouldn't be able to tell who made what.

"Oh, brother, you should also have some of this!" Ortho gleefully served Idia a few mini pancakes. "This too! And how could I forget to give you-"

"T-thanks Ortho, but I think you've already given me enough food..." Idia looked paler than usual as Ortho continued to pile his plate with food.

Ortho simply looked at his brother for a moment, the two seemingly having a psychic conversation before Idia relented.

"...Never mind. I'd love to t-try everything you've cooked." You could see the sweat glistening on Idia's forehead as Ortho began to explain every miniscule nuance of what he'd cooked.

"Floyd. Stop." Jade glared at his own brother when Floyd reached for some of the pancakes Ortho had made.

"But Jade..." Floyd whined. "I wanna have some pancakes! Waffles are boring!"

Jade smiled menacingly and gave his brother another mini waffle in lieu of a reply.

"...Can I at least have some syrup on them."

"But of course."

You began to eat a little quicker as Jade and Ortho ditched their brothers and began to make their respective rounds. No way were you getting caught up in whatever they were up to. You stood up right before they both got to you.

"Ah, (Y/N), before you go-"

"(Y/N)! Could you please try my-"

"Sorry guys!" Kalim interjected, "(Y/N) agreed to help me with something last night, so I gotta borrow her for a bit!" And with that he dragged you off, seemingly ignorant of the glares both Jade and Ortho were sending his way.

"...Thank you." You sighed when Kalim got you out of range of Ortho's hearing. "I thought I was gonna die there."

"It was no problem! Besides, I did actually need your help." Kalim scratched his cheek with a sheepish smile. "We gotta finish the thing today! Malleus probably already started."

"Then I suppose we should go help him." You replied, mood bright as you followed Kalim to your secret little carving area. "Let's just hope we can finish this carving in time."

You felt like collapsing on the sand when Malleus casted the final spell. It'd be too soon if you ever had to do a carving of this size again.

"Do you think they'll like it?" Malleus asked with a tilt of his head. "It's beautiful work, yes, but I wonder if..."

Kalim beamed, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'm sure they'll love it Malleus!"

"After all the time we spent on it, they better. If Leona says one rude thing about this I'm gonna destroy him." You spoke, a little out of breath.

Malleus tapped his magic pen against his chin in thought. "Then, should we show it to them now?"

You resisted the urge to frown. "I can't help but feeling like there will be hundreds of things we'll want to change... Maybe we should wait until we can look at it with fresh eyes?"

"Yeah, plus I want them to see it with the sunrise!" Kalim smiled.

"Maybe we should wait until sunset instead. I doubt any of them would be in a good mood if we woke them up before dawn." You pointed out as you began your walk to where the others had set up on the sand.

"Indeed." Malleus smiled, a cruel little thing. "I doubt Kingscholar would be able to get up that time without some petty complaint. He lacks the... necessary discipline to do so."

"You can say that again." You muttered, chuckling under your breath. "Let's go meet up with the rest. I think Floyd might actually drown Riddle today."

"You're back! From your awfully suspicious walk." Cater greeted you with a hug and narrowed eyes. "Just what are you up to, I wonder?"

"Nothing special. Just collecting photos of the scenery as drawing references." You replied smoothly.

"Would you like my help?" Jade chimed in, pleasant as always. "I'm sure we can find some more scenic routes together."

You squirmed ever so slightly. "A kind offer, but no thank you. The last time you tried to help me take photos..."

"Ah, look (Y/N)! There's a lovely view of the landscape from here."

"Jade... are you sure you can stay balanced on that branch? It looks a little wobbly."

"I'm sure you'll catch me."

"...Don't joke about that. Floyd had me lift him up once and he was as heavy as a boulder."

"My, whatever are you impl-"

"Was that just a crack."

"Alright, maybe I should get-"

A snap. And Jade plummeted to the ground.

(Thankfully, he wasn't very injured aside from the cut on his cheek.)

"Oh? I thought we had made an agreement on the subject of that incident." Jade's smile tightened.

"What incident?" You asked, guileless.

Jade just continued to menace you with his aura. And you took that as your cue to leave before he decided to take a page out of Floyd's book.

Wait. Were Idia and Azul...

"Azul, Idia, is that...?"

"What- no- of course not!" Idia laughed nervously, while Azul just sighed wearily. "I would never cast a spell to ensure this sandcastle would be a permanent fixture of the beach. I could never! That would be... so..."

"Just give it up, Idia." Azul rolled his eyes. "We hadn't completely finished construction the other day, so here we are."

"Are you working on the inside of the buildings now or something?" You joked, only to be greeted with a silence. "...You seriously aren't-"

Idia gave you a look. "You're sounding awfully judgemental for someone who-"

You smothered his mouth before he could spit out another word. "No."

He just stared at you for a moment, his hair flaring pink before he acquiesed and looked away.

"Don't listen to her! Do go on Idia!" Azul leaned in close to his friend. "Please, tell me what exactly happened."

"If he told you, I'd have to kill you." You bore your teeth in a smile. "I heard from Floyd that octopus tastes really nice when its grilled."

"...Point taken."

"Good!" You patted both their heads instinctively, mostly because you felt tall for once with Idia sitting in the sand. "I'm glad we've come to an agreement."

And with that, you floated off to go find Ruggie. You wanted to know if he'd tried to steal from Leona's wallet yet. Not that Leona would notice a few thousand missing thaumarks.

"(Y/N)." Riddle greeted you as you approached the shoreline. "Crewel has informed me that tonight we will be cooking together, as well as tomorrow morning. What time shall we start?"

You blinked, a little surprised by Riddle asking you for a time. "Maybe we should start at around 5? If that works for you, that is."

Riddle checked his watch, then nodded. "I shall meet you then." And with that, he walked off.

You exchanged a slightly bewildered look with Ruggie.

"...Maybe this vacation is causing him to chill out more?" The hyena shrugged. "Or it could be that he doesn't know how to cook."

"Surely there's some sort of rule about cookery?" You traced an aimless figure out into the wet sand. "Besides, don't the Housewardens have to cook?"

"...You think Leona can cook?" Ruggie shot back.

"He survived for what, two years without you?"

Ruggie laughed. "Well, when you put it like that... But no, it's not a set rule or anything. Just a formality some of them do. There's no way Vil would trust anyone else to make his super special health foods."

"Rook." You pointed out.

Ruggie shuddered. "Rook can do anything. He's not human..."

"Hm? Did one of you mention my name?" Rook popped up behind you and Ruggie, nearly giving the boy a heart attack.

"Just talking about how Vil trusts you to cook for him." You gave Rook a little smile before going back to drawing patterns with your fingertip.

"Ah, Mon Roi du Poison! My beautiful Vil! It is an honour to be able to give him my quarry, to feed him that which I've hunted! The delight it fills me with to see him eating-"

"We get it." Ruggie's ears flattened against his head. "How about you catch him a nice fish to eat or something?"

"What a lovely idea Monsieur Dent-de-Lion! I shall get to it now." And with a glimmer and a wave, Rook had disappeared.

"Something is seriously wrong with that guy..." Ruggie frowned. "Let's scram to the villa before he finds us again."

"...Sure? I need to check what's in the pantry anyway."

You showed up at the kitchen a little before 5, which Riddle took well to.

"Ah, you're here." He needlessly remarked, smoothing down his apron. "I'm glad that you were punctual, unlike some people I know."

Potshots already? Come on.

"Thank you, I guess." You pulled open the fridge to see what groceries had been left for you to cook with. Two cartons of milk... half a dozen eggs... assorted beef cuts...

Riddle leaned over your shoulder. "For all his faults, the Headmage does not skimp on preparations for us."

You resisted the urge to huff. "I suppose." In all likelihood, Crowley allocated this funding out of fear of complaints from the literal Second Prince and the heir to the largest merchant empire in the world. Coward.

You moved to check the pantries, thankful that Jade and Ortho had washed and dried the saucepans they'd used. You started to roll the idea of some recipes around in your head. Your knowledge of cooking before NRC had been... sufficient, to say the least. Though living on your own, with only ghosts to give advice had drastically improved your skills.

"Do you have any ideas of what we should cook?" Riddle asked, fiddling with his apron once more. How novel, to see him express nervousness.

"I was thinking that we could perhaps make a pasta. With these ingredients, we could probably make a vodka pasta sauce." You paused at Riddle's glare. "Cooking burns off any alcoholic properties of vodka, if I recall. Besides, the recipe I tend to use doesn't actually contain any vodka. Of course, I wouldn't mind if you'd rather cook something else."

Riddle blushed a pale pink, confusingly enough. "No, that sounds... adequate. There are no rules against having pasta for dinner."

You blinked. "Alright then. Shall we start to prepare the ingredients?"

You learnt very quickly that Riddle has no cooking prowess whatsoever. Unfortunately, this was only after you saw him take a ruler out to dice an onion.

"How about I handle the cutting, and you shred the parmesan?" You said after a minute of staring. "Dicing doesn't need to be so precise. Well, really, not much in cooking has to be precise."

Riddle was already struggling with the grater, arms trembling. "Is... that... so?"

"Yes it is. I remember my brother once described it to me as cooking being an art, baking a science, and patisserie astrophysics. With how precise you are, you'd probably be better suited to baking, really." You mused, adding a few tablespoons of olive oil to your saucepan as you waited for it to heat up.

The timer went off on your phone, and Riddle moved to separate the penne from the pasta water. "You really think that?"

"Make sure to keep as much of the pasta water as you can." You reminded him before adding the onion and garlic to the pan. "But yes, you seem rather focused on being precise, and what is more precise than making sure your baking ratios are completely accurate? If you're not planning on being a professional chef, your focus on measurements is really unnecessary."

"I see..." Riddle went back to grating parmesan, while you added ground beef to your pasta mixture. "I suppose I should thank you for the advice."

"There's really no need."

The kitchen was mostly silent after that, besides a few directions from you and a few questions from Riddle. His strict personality came out from time to time, but it seemed he was happy to follow your instructions while cooking. Perhaps getting along with him wouldn't be so difficult, if he acted like that all the time.

"If you're planning on serving tea with this meal, allow me to prepare it. The Queen of Hearts has multiple guidelines to create the perfect pot of tea, after all."

"...Sure." And there it was. Taking over something that he assumed he had more knowledge in than yourself. You supposed in the case of teabags, he did. Yet it was irksome to compare some Queen's tea preparation rules to that of your homeland, which bloody well grows the stuff! Though... with fresh eyes you could see that he volunteered more out of a want to help you than to scold you. Still, you couldn't quite agree with how he decided to brew the tea.

You just wished he asked you instead of demanding it of you in this roundabout way.

"And for tonight!" You bowed theatrically, mostly for the fun of it. Despite the minor setback, cooking put you in a rather good mood. "Penne Alla Vodka, sans Vodka, obviously."

A few groans from the audience. Mostly Leona. Wait- no. That's literally just Leona whinging over and over again.

You patiently waited for him to stop. "Accompanying this we have tea, kale salad, and, of course, garlic bread."

With that, you and Riddle placed the huge casserole dishes of pasta on the table, not without a bit of a struggle. Ruggie looked especially eager to dig in.

"This is lovely." Vil smiled, serving some of the pasta to himself. "The presentation is wonderful." His plate looked more like one of those 'healthy plate' infographics, if anything.

"Oh wow! The pasta is perfect! Not too soft, and not too firm." Cater nodded to himself. "Looks like you two make a good team~"

Riddle blushed at that. You just shook your head, not without fondness, moving to take a seat between Ruggie and Idia. Riddle pulled up a chair opposite you, taking some pasta and humming happily. It was a childish display of glee, but one you welcomed. It made him seem like the kid that, to you, he was.

Lilia sighed. "Oh, what I'd give to cook with you two... 'Twas such a shame that I couldn't cook breakfast with Trey, no?"

Silver coughed when it became obvious no one was going to speak. "Of course, Lilia."

"Indeed." Malleus piped in.

"Anyways! Your cooking is delicious!" Kalim spoke up, "Still not as good as Jamil's though!"

"Is anyone's cooking better than Jamil's?" Idia muttered to himself.

Somehow Kalim managed to overhear. "Not a soul! Jamil is the greatest, isn't he?!"

"Kalim..." Jamil frowned, a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

"Oh I agree completely!" Azul laughed. "Jamil is amazing! Though, I do think he is suited better to another dorm..." He batted his eyes, the picture of innocence.

"Choke and drop dead." Jamil spat back, haunches raised.

Chatter started up around the table, and it warmed your heart to spend your time with your friends. This vacation would be coming to an end soon, and yet...

To stay in this moment forever would be a blessing. (Or perhaps, a curse.)

You took in the atmosphere, savouring this peaceful point in time. Good food, good friends, what more could you ask for? There was something so simple, yet so beautiful to take this bit of respite; to bask in the glow of your friends' banter. Soon this time would past, and this day would end, and so you clutched this memory close to your heart. You placed it in a treasure chest, locked it within your very soul.

A smile, unbidden, came to your lips. You felt... happy.

(You felt loved).

Mini Theatre (Y/N): I'm so happy! Narrator: This was soon to change, however.

(Y/N): The next time I'll open up to someone will be during my autopsy. Trey: Or like... to a therapist...

and here is the eighth part of the beach ep. if you'd like to read the rest of the fic and know more about what exactly is going on with this group of fools, you can read it on ao3 here, and on quotev here.

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titanus-nyx · 3 years ago

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Sounds like a good life to me :P

I'm watching the Trollhunter for the third (or fourth?) time now because i like it so much!

I'd love to see a sequel or another documentary about all the troll species, because I need to see more trolls. I crave more troll ;-;

#trolljegeren #the trollhunter #scandinavian trolls #troll #troll movies #love how this guy distinguishes eating AND devouring

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ladykissingfish · 4 years ago

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Under the Mistletoe with the Akatsuki // Part Five // Kisame

Kisame

Ah, this. He goes to stand under the little plant, feeling mildly apprehensive. Who in their right mind would want to lock lips with someone (some creature) like him? Still, everyone else is a good sport, so he figures he needs to be one, too.

Konan

Kisame blushes fiercely when Konan walks up. He doesn’t have romantic feelings for her, not precisely ... but she is a woman, a beautiful woman, one who is his friend and who doesn’t ever seem frightened or disgusted by a person like Kisame. She approaches him and stands there quietly, her face slightly flushed. He takes a deep mental breath and then bends down (quite a ways, as their height difference is significant), gently cups her cheeks, and gives her a very soft, light kiss on the lips. He has to remind himself to be careful; Konan is no doubt a tough woman but at the same time, she feels so delicate and breakable. He notices, as always, how warm she is, how velvety her skin. When the kiss is over, they both pull back from each other, smiling.

Pein

By this point, Pein (Nagato) is getting a bit tired of this game. He understands that it’s normal for “parents” to kiss their “children” to express love; but he never had that growing up, so this all seems foreign to him. Still, though, as is the case with things such as this, he doesn’t want one child to feel as though he’s being neglected. So he very quickly kisses Kisame’s cheek, and invites him join him later on a walk (the Pein body needs exercise to keep it vital, and Kisame goes for long walks in his spare time).

Deidara

Kisame is one of the first people within the Akatsuki that Deidara made friends with. He reminds the blonde of his own partner Sasori, in that both are older and carry an air of maturity and wisdom. But there’s a big difference between Sasori and Kisame: the shark-man has a surprising (and extremely well-hidden) sense of humor. Unbeknownst to the others, Kisame has actually helped Deidara pull off numerous “pranks”, including super-gluing Hidan’s scythe to the wall while he was out, and ��being artistic” with a paintbrush on Tobi’s mask when he was asleep. Deidara walks up to Kisame, and Kisame lifts him off his feet (wondering why everyone around him seems so damn tiny) and plants a smacking kiss on his forehead. When he sets Deidara back down, both burst out laughing, unable to help it. “Your lips are freezing, old man, hm!” “When’s the last time you washed your hair, kid? There’s enough oil in there to fuel an entire village!” They laugh so hard that tears roll down their faces, until eventually Deidara wanders away, still chuckling to himself.

Sasori

Like Pein, he’s grown quite weary of this game. But he rather likes Kisame; there’s only about a four year age difference between the two, and Kisame is a calm, quiet somebody for Sasori to talk to in an organization that often lacks either trait. Kisame bends down to him and Sasori kisses his forehead. He notes the difference in temperature between this one and the other, full humans. As he goes back to his room, he wonders if there’s any possible way he can ask Kisame, without offending him, if he could take a vial of his blood to study. Kisame and his hybrid heritage fascinate Sasori, and when something peaks his interest, he can’t rest until he’s examined it in full. What were his parents like? How does Kisame respond to various human diseases? Would Sasori’s poisons gave the same effect on him as they would on other members of the Akatsuki? A lot to think about, and something that stays in the back of Sasori’s mind for some time to come.

Hidan and Kakuzu

“Ah?! It’s bad enough kissing you bastards but now I’ve gotta kiss fish-breath too?!” Hidan is somebody that Kisame really doesn’t care for. He finds the man to be too brash, unpleasantly loud, and he abhors those heathen-like “prayer rituals” of his. If all of that superfluous blood and gore is necessary for immortality, then Kisame is happy to stay as he is. Hidan’s complaining only gets louder, the closer he gets to Kisame. So he pretends to lean in to kiss Hidan’s cheek ... and instead uses his teeth to bite Hidan’s ear clean off. Hidan is so startled that he flinches backwards and falls, landing on that damn scythe of his. Kisame laughs so hard that he nearly chokes, and he apologizes to Kakuzu who comes out of his room upon hearing all the swearing (as Kakuzu is the one who needs to sew Hidan’s ear back on, and give him stitches from the scythe-wound in his back). Kakuzu just shrugs and says that Hidan probably had it coming, and while he’s there he decides to get his turn over with. It’s odd; Kakuzu reminds Kisame of his own father (or what little he can remember of him, anyway). He’s always looked to the old man as a friend and mentor, and Kakuzu trusts him to the point where he’ll lend him money with no questions asked AND without charging interest, which is truly a rarity. But kissing for these two would just be too damn weird. They both feel it, so Kakuzu opts for a firm handshake instead. Hidan bitches about this to no end, but Kakuzu only tells him to shut up or else his ear is going to remain permanently detached.

Zetsu

To Zetsu, Kisame looks (and smells) like a scrumptious seafood delicacy. Zetsus never been much one for fish, but Kisame’s half-humanness provides enough of a temptation to thoroughly entice the plant-man. But Zetsu is nothing if not calculating, and he knows that in a fight, it’s more than likely that Kisame would be the victor. The closest Zetsu can get to devouring him is to kiss him, so he does. He strides up to him, grabs his face, and plants a kiss on the guy’s lips. Unable to help himself, he uses his tongue to lick the inside of Kisame’s mouth, which startles the latter and makes him quickly pull back. A good thing he did, too; because Zetsu was mere seconds away fro throwing inhibitions to the wind and trying to eat the man. Zetsu apologizes and goes away, leaving Kisame relieved (and a bit digusted: Zetsu tastes like how wet fertilizer smells).

Tobi

Although Kisame would never admit this to anyone, Tobi legitimately scares Kisame. Being part animal, he’s learned to distinguish different types of scents from those he interacts with. Tobi walks around all day acting the fool, but ... he has the sharp, deadly odor of a predator. Because of this, Kisame firmly believes that Tobi is much more than he presents himself; and he’s the Akatsuki member that Kisame would be least likely to turn his back on. Still, though, this is a game and everyone is playing; and Kisame can’t very well let on his true feelings. Tobi approaches him (“Guess its Tobi’s turn, eh, Kisame-san?”) and, as he had done with Konan, moves his mask to the side so that just his lips are exposed. He smiles, and something about his smile makes Kisame’s heart beat a little harder than normal. And Samehada growled, something that rarely happens. Tobi seems unnerved by Samehada’s reaction, and he hurriedly kisses Kisame’s cheek and pulls his mask back into place, uttering something about being hungry and shouting for his “Senpai Deidara” to help him make food. Kisame breathes out a sigh of relief once he’s out of the room.

Itachi

Itachi Uchiha. When Kisame first met this kid, he was meeting somebody strong, talente, highly intelligent ... and an absolute emotional wreck. A trait that never showed to the others, only Kisame, and only subtly. Teary eyes when discussing families, a look of remorse when sent on missions that would destroy human life ... and then there was the sickness. Kisame doesn’t think Itachi knows that he knows that he’s ill, but he does. It’s in everything, from his blocked chakra channels to his trembling hands, to the deep coughs he emits when he thinks everyone else is asleep. Likely he feels his sickness is atonement, of a sort, for the crimes he committed against his own clan and his family. But still ... Kisame doesn’t believe he’s ever met somebody warmer, or somebody that he’s more honored to call his friend, than the slim young brunette standing in front of him. “Itachi-san, if this makes you uncomfortable, you know you don’t have to kiss me.” Itachi tilts his head, studying Kisame’s face with those damn eyes of his. Under Itachi’s gaze, Kisame becomes a person. Not a freak, not some abomination, but a person. Itachi steps forward and cups Kisame’s cheeks, leans up and gives him the softest, most gentle kiss that Kisame could ever imagine. But his hands are cold (cold even to someone with a low body temperature like Kisame) and his breathing labored. After the kiss, Kisame, done with everybody now, puts a hand in Itachi’s shoulder, guiding him back to his room. He’ll make him tea, he’ll sit with him a while, maybe read to him until he falls asleep. He doesn’t know how much longer Itachi will last but he does know he intends to be by his side as much as possible until that dreaded day comes.

#the akatsuki #under the mistletoe #kisses #kisame #itachi #konan #pein #hidan #kakuzu #deidara #sasori #zetsu #tobi

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lady-chaotic-kit · 3 years ago

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Lancaster Week Day 1: Shy Jaune

Okay, I’ll admit it started out as an innocent moment. I couldn’t help; it was the moment that anyone else would overlook. Most people would ignore it, but it’s how the thought crept into my head, but it felt wrong to think about it. It wasn’t the right time, right place. If it’s anything, it was the worst time and the worst place. Then again, I was the moron who had feelings for her since Beacon but knew better than to attempt anything. Not with Yang acting like a stone guardian who would kill me if I so much as looked. Gave me that warning to stay from her sister unless I wanted to become paste on the walls.

It was simply the first time that should have been the biggest clue that I would fall harder than then getting between Nora and a pancake breakfast.

We had a test at Beacon everyone else was prepping for the tournament. It almost seems childish-looking back at how focused we were on the tournament when the books and knowing more about the Grimm were a lot more useful as huntsmen and huntresses. But I digress. I’m just trying to think of happier times before I started walking this shoreline. Before things became so bad, I fell into an endless void after failing to run for life after killing a friend and seeing most of my friends fall into an infinite void. I was wondering where the other people of Atlas and mantle fell here too. So much happened in such a short time, so much pain and misery. I just want to think of simpler times when you knew who your allies were. Where my crush began, and I was too much of a shy idiot to say anything about it.

Trying to keep spirits high when everything seems to be getting worse. Considering Penny finally became human only to die brutally. What happened to Maria and Pietro? My heart feels crack at the fact we don’t know what happened to them after what they sacrificed for us to get the message out to the rest of Remanent. All we know is that they fell out of orbit. Were they included in the escape plan out of Atlas, or would they be too far outside of the jurisdiction of Ambrosius?

The moment was simple I was confused about distinguishing marks for tactics on older Grimm, thinking that Grimm can be born with bone plating. My thoughts were that Grimm can be born a tough customer. I had it written in my notes and everything, and we were studying in silence, only saying a few words to each other. If it had been anyone, I might have felt nervous or awkward sitting in silence while my brain melted under stress. But around Ruby, I felt comfortable; that should have been my first clue, but I will admit blind to my own feelings.

“Jaune,” she patted my shoulder. It wasn’t a condescending pat but sympathetic with kindness in her eyes.

“Jaune? That’s the wrong information. You must have misheard Professor Port about that.” Ruby said softly in only the two of us would hear and wouldn’t alert the rest of the library.

“What?” He was confused until he noticed her looking at his notes. The confusion must have been evident on my face.

“Newborn Grimm is born without bone plating or any natural defenses from the average huntress or hunter; the average person with the most basic of combat training could kill a newborn Grimm. That’s developed over time from devouring people. We aren’t sure why, but it’s speculated and assumed it’s because people have an aura, and whatever Grimm is born with a lack it, and when eating people, it gains more strength to fight for longer.

It was that moment I had felt fluttering before a felt flush but ignored it. All the late time chats, the time we sparred during free time. It was kind of hard not to love Ruby. Admiring her and really enjoying her company was something as easy as breathing for me. Reminding myself repeatedly that she was my friend that liking her would ruin things if I ever tried it, but it was clear to Ruby that was like me being a huntress was all she cared about. Helping others take out Grimm was her main drive. Anything else was not worth her notice. When guys were asking her out to the dance back then, she was confused. She walked past them, not really getting what they were asking. I even thought about what would happen if I actively asked her out, only to get that cold, confused look and then die at Yang’s hands. It wasn’t like asking out Weiss, which I did more out of testing the waters and trying to get over my crush where I already know what the end result will be. Ruby was and always will be a lot different in my heart when it comes to my feelings and my emotions and my thoughts while some things, I have an easier time talking about when it comes to my feelings towards her, I feel tongue tide and actually nervous about what I want to say to her.

She was and is, even after all these years, pretty oblivious unintentionally. So, leaving any ambiguity would be a disaster. She still is unaware if someone was attracted to her or not, or she was... My heart stutters at the idea that she was dead and not knowing if they were in the same place.

His mind went every time he refused to acknowledge how he felt because it was inconvenient or didn't feel like he deserved it. When she smiled and felt the flutter but would stamp them down hard, you could almost hear the butterflies cry in agony at what I was doing. that didn’t make traveling with her across Anima any easier. Still, I was grieving my team member, and I still am in many ways. I barely knew her, and because I know that the reason she died was because of a power-hungry bitch who still hasn’t paid for what she’s done and keeps doing, so any thought of romance was not even in the forefront, much less the feelings I long since buried not when I had to be aware of any Grimm or any missions, we took from the town they took on the way to Mistral.

I have to hope most of team RWBY was down here, wherever here actually was. While we discussed the plan endlessly about how the warping would work, connecting Atlas and Vacuo seamlessly, I was with her when she made the explanation, so there no telling where we were exactly or if there were multiple places we could have fallen into. Or they might have fallen into some other sub-dimension of the gods. As well as a lot of the civilians that cinder jettisoned purposely when she landed on the bridge. The ones we couldn’t save. Even if I’m trapped wherever this is? At least the rest of my team and winter made it to safety. They aren’t stuck in some other dimension. They are safely in Vacuo, hopefully, able to contact the local government.

The only hopeful thought he had as he noticed the island, he was just oddly still, which put him on edge more than he was willing to admit making him glad that he at least had weapons with him what con possible be in this dimension who knows and if and how they would get back was another question altogether. If they were even here and he wasn’t trapped all alone.

Crescent Rose was sticking out of the sands, and I could hear a groan.

“Ruby?”

“Wait? Jaune? Jaune! Is that you?! What how?” Ruby sounded tired, worn out, considering she hadn’t slept since we found Salem was on her way; that makes more sense, I care to admit, especially since I was pretty sure I hadn’t slept in just as long.

“I couldn’t make it out of the warp before something turned it off. It closed right in front of me. but I can at least say winter and the rest of the time go out.”

At that moment, they held each other; they knew that they might be the only ones. Jaune had no clue where they were precisely, only this was a place similar to where artifacts had been hidden, a space between spaces. And the fact there is two suns in the sky, and the unnatural stillness made everything more terrifying, knowing that we were entirely out of our depth this time and there was nothing and no one we could rely on. and whether we could get back to remnant might not be possible unless winter works on figuring out how to open a portal wherever we are as more insane and impossible as that is. And will be if she even attempts it. Things are bad things are unsure, but I’ll tell her when I’m ready and not a moment before I’ve been tiptoeing about this for a long time. But right at this moment, right now is not the best time to put my heart on my sleeve and admit how much knowing that she was in my arms is the only place I’d rather be.

“R-r-Ruby,” he couldn’t help but stutter.

“I’m glad I at least found you in this mess.” his face was red; most of his guards were down, and he knew it. Before, he could compartmentalize his friendship and his feeling but not here now. Gripping her tighter in a hug giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek, taking the chance more than grateful to know that she was alive.

She gasped and held him tighter, her lips grazing ears whether it was an accident or on purpose didn’t matter. She was just above tears, and he would be reduced to the same soon enough. But at least I found Ruby.

When we find the others because I know we will, I will tell her how I feel no matter if she doesn’t feel the same about me. I’ve wasted too much time pretending like I don’t have feelings for her.

#Lancaster week #Jaune x Ruby #Jauby

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thedeadishscribe · 5 years ago

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Sidestep/Ortega

My Fallen Hero fic is, more or less, finally done! It features my Sidestep, Rysen Adri, and his thoughts on post game Fallen Hero: Rebirth. I seem to be doing a lot of post games.

I’m probably gonna post this to ao3 later because formatting is a bitch.

Please, enjoy!

Love, the dead dude

Julia had asked a fair question—what did that kiss mean?

I’m not sure myself, all I knew is that hearing the name Rysen was sweeter than I cared to admit. Was that even my name anymore? Again, not sure. What the hell, exactly, was going on in my life? Ortega, John, Mortum, The Rangers. Ouroboros. The new name I had chosen. The thought came to me at the party, the classic description of a serpent devouring its own tail, often used to signify the cycles of the universe and the process of rebirth—and it felt right at the time—but it felt positively wonderful in the afterglow of the gala. Fitting as can be really. Reborn, baptized in flame, smoke, and blood. Definitely several bruises and broken bones. Hopefully no corpses.

An odd sentiment for a demon of Los Diablos.

First I had considered ‘Mindflayer’, but it wasn’t exactly me, as menacing a choice as it would have been. ‘Demon’ would have been too cheesy, too on the nose. Can’t really remember what made me think of it, but it simply fit. Even now I savor it on my tongue. Ouroboros. That one news station somehow fucked it up into ‘aurabeesknees’, but they’re in the minority so I guess I can let them off the hook. May have to pay a visit at a later date, however.

Her and I text, call, all the things kids do nowadays. I hate that I can’t get enough. Of her laugh, her smile, the damn way she seductively wiggles her eyebrows to make me blush. Fuck, I hate admitting I blush too. I’m supposed to be a damn villain, not an anime protagonist. Speaking of which, I haven’t checked up on that lately. Like at all. Been too busy with villainy things. Anime can be villainous, right? We all know the ones. Not gonna name names though, that wouldn’t be fair.

Just skirting around my problems now though, as per usual. I keep meaning to bring up how I’ve changed (minus the specific details, of course), to say something, and yet every time I choke and bring out my classic comedic deflection bullshit instead. I’m almost entirely positive Ortega can see through that, she’s just gotten… more subtle and less brash. Well, ‘less brash’ isn’t a good way to put it. ‘More selective in her bullrushing’ is more apt. Selective dumbassery is still dumbassery. I should know, I started my own little dumbass enterprise, may as well make a sign to post around the city. I can see it now, ‘Dumbass Incorporated seeking henchs now, will provide free lunch, health, and dental’. That’ll really draw them in. You don’t see many villains offering dental anymore. Could be a real selling point for when I want to expand.

Truth be told, I’m a fan of the whole angels and demons trope we’re playing out. Sure, being a hero is nice and all, but being bad simply feels so good. Clichés? As many as you want. Monologues? Not recommended, but certainly entertaining. The utter sense of power? Fantastic. Maniacal cackling? My favorite part. No really, there’s nothing like a good laugh over the beaten forms of your enemies.

Beaten.

That’s right, I had beaten Julia… no, Charge, to a pulp. Herald first though, and then Lady Argent not quite as much. There’s a sense of guilt around the first two mentioned. Argent not so much. It felt good in the moment to finally feel an equal to that massive shadow that loomed over me, coddled me, treated me as glass. It felt so good to beat down that perfect picture of a hero with his own vanity in front of his adoring fans, the new guy that got everything I didn’t. Yet, I mangled the woman that I, well, I dare not use the word. Then after learning that Herald wasn’t just a fan of Sidestep, but that Sidestep was his idol? His hero (pardon the pun)? I didn’t think it would hit me this hard but Jesus-fucking-Christ. Just another person I let down. No. No, not me. Sidestep. Sidestep let him down. Ouroboros simply fought him. That’s all. No more, no less.

Of course, that feels like a lie, though at the same time, it doesn’t? It was difficult enough trying to distinguish Rysen from John sometimes—if Rysen even truly existed anymore—but now I have to differentiate three personas. Four if you included Sidestep, but they are firmly dead and gone. The exhibit, or rather lack thereof, is proof enough of that. I wonder how Ortega feels about it. Angry that someone defiled the memory of the former hero? Motivated for pay back? Does she not care? That would almost feel the worst, and I don’t know why, and I hate it.

God, I can hear her words now, ‘Don’t say you hate things so much, it’ll make you ugly on the inside’. Well guess-fucking-what, Julia. I’m ugly on the inside now. Or have I always been? Everything’s kind of a blur since Heartbreak, which is a long time. Seven years now, more like seven and a half. Yet it all felt like nothing. A bittersweet blob of memory, oddly enough. Incredibly bittersweet.

Should I ask her out on a date? She had promised one. Would that be going too far, however? Too close? Too prone to liability? I’m already in the position, what’s the threat of a little more tragedy in the already turbulent storm? Villains thrive on tragedy, right? Why am I asking so many questions? Too many already.

Fuck it, I’m gonna ask her. Not over the phone, that seems a tad disingenuous. When she asked me to the gala she asked me to meet in person, I should do the same. I’m sure as hell not going to the Rangers HQ. Don’t want to give myself away, let alone the fact that I’d feel like I was asking Steel if Ortega was home and if I could talk to her as if he were her dad. ‘Excuse me, Mr.Chen, is Julia home?’. As team leader was he the dad of the troop? Herald’s the baby and Argent the angsty teen, so definitely. Dear gods, Steel’s a father. Devils help us all. He certainly has the glare down.

I still miss him oddly enough. Not enough to give up my life of crime and don Sidestep’s mask once more. Hell no. I’m not even sure if it’s still in one piece. I’m not sure I want to know.

Would I do it for Ortega though? As much as I’d love to help, I can’t, I just can’t. Y’know, aside from being a villain now and all, I just… couldn’t. The thought of feeling that thin nanomesh over my form alone made me want to chuck my skin like a meatbag alias. I guess in my position it really is a meatbag alias that I can toss aside whenever I so wish. Rysen and John. I often wonder what would happen if I just decided to live in John full time. What would happen if Rysen were to die while I were inhabiting John’s body. Would I—my consciousness that is—die? Would I just be stuck in a head blind body for the rest of said body’s life? Become him in every sense of the word. I don’t see why not, not that I’m seriously considering it or anything. Though the thought of resigning to a life of underworld business alongside Doctor Mortum isn’t half bad. Not one bit.

Sometimes dating Mortum as John and trying to respark the old flame with Ortega as Rysen at the same time feels wrong, feels weird, but then I remember that Ortega was flirting with both John and Rysen at the same time, so I guess that totally excuses bad behavior. Definitely. I mean, she’s the master of flings, or at least was. It’s an interesting debate if nothing else. When I’m playing John, I’m still me and yet not. I’m john. John’s even developed his own mannerisms and behaviors, things Rysen would never do or wouldn’t even think of. I suppose this is like how superheroes have their hero and civilian identities. Both are just as real, right? And functionally they’re different people. This is way too much like way too many science-fiction pieces on the self and personal identity. I take ghost in the shell to an entirely other, meaty level

But boy oh boy, Los Dioblos, hold onto your pants; you’ve heard of the double identity, I now present the triple identity! Groundbreaking, truly. Worn down, tired and retired telepath. Villain representative who just wants to keep his boss happy, hoping to get his cake and eat it too. Then finally the villain himself, Ouroboros, mastermind behind the impossibly elaborate plans. Ok, no one knows Ouroboros is a he, but that’s a good thing. The longer they’re all guessing, the better. I thought balancing Rysen and John was difficult, but Rysen, John, and Ouroboros? Son of a bitch, I didn’t know one person could get this tired. Thank the universe for coffee. Lots of cream lots of sugar preferred, but I’m not too terribly picky in a pinch, I already buy the cheap shit as is. Cheap ol’ Rysen. Yep. That’s me.

I keep talking about all these different identities, and yet I keep coming back to Rysen. Rysen. Rysen. Fuckin’ Rysen. I’m beginning to grow tired of the name. After… everything, I fully expected to shove off that particular shell of a man when I made my debut. I was apparently wrong. He keeps coming after me like a damn ghost. Ortega coming back into the mix certainly didn’t help, any chance of falling off the map died with her recognizing me in the diner. Oh well, I suppose, no plan survives first contact. I should really be surprised it didn’t all snag sooner. A lot sooner. Oh, but what a snag. That jawline, those lips, and gods above, those biceps.

She gives excellent hugs. Yep. That’s definitely what I like about them. The only thing.

It was only recently that I realized a good memory I often draw upon—one of my few good memories—was that of Ortega kissing me after a particularly hard fight. She almost always initiated, and one time she even used her sparkles to shock my own lips ever so gently. I miss that sensation, funny enough, even if it was only the once. And, despite the fact that she always looked at me like I was fragile, she gave me this look like I was wanted. Like I belonged. Another thing I hate to admit, but I belong in her arms.

Fuck, what am I thinking? I shouldn’t allow myself to think like that, and yet such was the tendency of any good snag.

One other thing I hate to admit to myself—I love her. Son of a bitch, I always loved her, and I regret never telling her.

I don’t think I could work up the courage to tell her though. Not then, not now, not ever. Aside from not being able to afford it, I don’t have the guts. Attacking a gala with some of Los Diablos’ richest and finest? No problem, just give me some time to plan. Facing a woman significantly larger than me on a date, looking at me with a sweetness in her eye? Nah nah nah nah nah. No way. Can’t do it. I’m weak, absolutely weak. Positively weak.

I hate myself.

Julia doesn’t want me talking like that, she already made me promise to see a shrink, but she’s not here, inside my head walking down the street to get a cup of sweet, sweet addiction. She can’t dictate my self-talk. Except myself no one can. I doubt it will change any time soon, therapy or no. I hope the couch is comfy enough though. They always look comfy in the movies and on tv. Teary eyed tortured souls letting out their deepest secrets to some stranger taking notes on their entire life. Ew. Probably won’t tell them about the whole villain thing. I wouldn’t go at all and lie about it if I knew Julia would keep tabs on me and make sure I went. She’d probably drag me there herself. She always did care like that.

Oh well, she won’t leave me alone; but that’s a good thing, right? Because damn, what a kiss.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero #fallen hero oc #fallen hero mc #fallen hero sidestep #sidestep #rysen #rysen adri #ortega #julia ortega #fan fic #fallen hero fan fic

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deadpoet117 · 5 years ago

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Ohoho

It’s finally “done”! My Fallen Hero Sidestep fic! This take place between Rebirth and Retribution I haven’t played the alpha/beta pls don’t spoil or be angry. I might post it on my ao3 in the relative future because formatting is a bitch and I don’t feel like it.

Enjoy!

Julia had asked a fair question—what did that kiss mean?

An odd sentiment for a demon of Los Diablos.

Beaten.

I still miss him oddly enough. Not enough to give up my life of crime and don Sidestep’s mask once more. Hell no. I’m not even sure if it’s still in one piece. I’m not sure I want to know.

She gives excellent hugs. Yep. That’s definitely what I like about them. The only thing.

Fuck, what am I thinking? I shouldn’t allow myself to think like that, and yet such was the tendency of any good snag.

One other thing I hate to admit to myself—I love her. Son of a bitch, I always loved her, and I regret never telling her.

I hate myself.

Oh well, she won’t leave me alone; but that’s a good thing, right? Because damn, what a kiss.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero #fallen hero series #fallen hero mc #fallen hero sidestep #fallen hero fic #rysen #rysen adri #julia ortega #ortega #fuck do we love ortega #the villain ouroboros #aurabeesknees

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mybukz · 5 years ago

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Pride Month Fiction: The Checkered Shirt of Benny Khoo and the Salmon Sampin of Adam Tan by Kok Fuk Hoe

Finally, I got to know Mr Benny. The one Ms Sophia praised over and over during my interview.

It was the first day of school. Teachers and students were coming in and out from the staffroom but I couldn’t be bothered. Things were piling up on my plate. However, I was eager to find out about Mr Benny. Ms Sophia, the human resource manager, had told me about him while explaining my contract—apparently Mr Benny was the only teacher offered a permanent position before the six-month probation. He seemed to possess some supreme teaching methods that wowed his students—he managed to nail a place in this distinguished school in just two months!

This morning I was thrilled—his name plate sat on the table behind mine. I was sure when he came in, he would notice someone new. Even more so when I was sitting right behind him, back to back.

I felt the chair behind me lean against mine. I smiled and got ready to expect some welcome, maybe a grin and motivation. But nothing happened. I stood up and turned around.

“Hi, I am Adam. Nice to know you. I am the new teacher.” I proffered my hand to the back of his head.

He was eating yoghurt and looking at his laptop screen. I reached out for his shoulder. He stiffened, frowned and darted a glance at my hand. He didn’t seem to like talking to me. But darn it, I had expected him to talk to me.

I withdrew my hand; I had been too forward. Then he got up. He went to the fridge and came back with another yoghurt. I stood looking like an idiot.

Then he turned around, looked at me, and shook my hand, limply. “Nice to know you too, and…Welcome to the school.”

I smiled a thanks despite the rudeness. “I teach English as a Second Language for the Year 8 classes. How about you?”

“Year 9. English as a First Language.” Benny remained straight-faced as he stuck one earphone into an ear.

His etiquette fazed me. “Ms Sophia kept mentioning your name during my interview. You must be a very famous teacher.”

“Nah, they’re just exaggerating. You just do what you have to do.”

His replies were short and he didn’t care to talk more. His eyes kept going back to his screen; he wanted to continue watching ice hockey. I quickly ended our conversation and turned back to my desk. I felt cheated by Ms Sophia’s description. This Mr Benny was worse than his yoghurt. At least yoghurt tasted sour— he was just plain cold.

It wasn’t hard to glean more about Mr Benny since we worked in the same department and shared the same staffroom. Except for his gravelly Canadian accent (I loved it!), I found out he was just weird.

Benny usually clocked in fifteen minutes later than me. He would have a cup of black coffee—those paper cup instant coffee from 7-Eleven—and some sandwich made of wheat bread. His breakfast routine had to be accompanied by watching his favourite ice hockey show. Finishing his food, he would pump two drops of sanitiser to clean his hand. He never joined anyone for lunch; he brought some delicate-looking meals in a jar, or some steamed corn, or some purplish salad, and of course, there was this cleaning his hand with sanitiser after his meals.

I had never seen him go to a toilet. All he did was teach in the classroom or sit in his cubicle watching ice hockey or sometimes marking exercise books. Mr Benny didn’t talk much to anyone. He would skip reliefs or after-school meetings. And the strangest thing? No one dared talk about this to him. Not even the Head of Secondary.

I couldn’t hide my curiosity about this Chinese Canadian guy. As soon as I adapted to the school, I started asking around about him.

“Why is Benny never joining us for lunch? It is free though.”

“I guess he can’t adapt to Malaysian food. He is an ang mo lah! The foreigners’ stomach can’t hold our curry and spices,” Mr Loke answered. He had straggly hair, taught mathematics.

“But he has been here for seven years and his wife is Malaysian. He should be able to adapt to the food here. It’s not like the school is cooking spicy food all the time. He can eat Chinese food. He is a Chinese after all. Come on,” Mr Goh chimed in, while serving a spoonful of chap chye into his mouth. He was artistic, taught arts and craft.

“He is a C-A-N-A-D-I-A-N, Mr Goh. It is more atas or high-class to be identified that way,” Mr Loke scoffed, failing to hide his sarcasm.

“I guess his wife prepares his food then?”

“Oh yes. His wife worked in this school last time but she resigned after they married. She is a nyonya,” Mr Loke continued to tell me more.

I frowned, I couldn’t understand how Benny’s life worked. “But Peranakan food is made up of tonnes of local spices and is mostly spicy and pungent in smell. So how did he survive the marriage?”

“Adui, Adam, you single people won’t understand this. You will do everything if you are in love. And obviously in his case, his wife loves him more than he does. And come to think of it, it actually saves a lot of time to prep him an overnight oat rather than cooking a decent meal. No one loves cooking these days. Not even my wife,” Mr Goh continued chewing the school food.

Mr Loke ranted, “His wife is the one who chased after him last time. I can’t deny that when I first knew Benny, his Canadian accent really attracted me but well, I am a man. But Jesus, I had no fucking idea that he is so lazy. He skips meetings and events, and he doesn’t even care about his homeroom. Handsome guy is pretty useless, huh?”

“But why the school likes him so much?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he is an ang mo?”

Or maybe it was because of his Canadian accent.

Or maybe Benny looked extremely hot for an Asian: only five feet tall, slim, inimitable foreign accent. God, he looked hot in Doc Martens leather boots. Could Asians carry it off with leather?

Or maybe Benny was hot because he didn’t give a fuck about anything in the school. I guessed you’d look cool when everyone was busy pleasing the students, parents and management and you decided not to follow the trend. Instead you just acted like a real man. And real man takes risks. And Benny was a real man.

Or maybe he fucked Ms Sophia? Was Ms Sophia his wife? Because it would make sense since Ms Sophia was always raving about him being an awesome teacher and whatnot. Or maybe Ms Kelly, our Head of Department. Or Ms Vijay, the Head of Secondary.

I didn’t know the answers.

A week before the midterm-cum-Raya holidays, I decided to put on a black baju Melayu. I matched it with a salmon sampin, and completed my look with a songkok. I looked like a real Malay whenever I put on the costumes because of my skin colour.

I am a Chinese as you can tell from my name, Adam Tan. However, my dark skin is not a result of sunburn or sun tan. I inherited this beautiful skin colour from my Chinese and Indonesian Chinese ancestors. We are the Chinese Peranakan, or the baba nyonya, an ethnic group fast disappearing because people no longer cross cultures.

It is confusing and sometimes, shocking, to not know how to respond to an entity that doesn’t truly belong to anyone and anywhere. Just like Benny—he was Chinese Canadian but he didn’t know how to speak Chinese like Mr Loke and Mr Goh. He married a Malaysian but had problems eating Malaysian food. And the most confusing thing was, he spoke good English. Asians don’t speak good English, they say.

Thus, everyone liked to stay the same because it was easier that way. Even in the workplace. Except Benny, of course.

Everyone was at the lounge, laughing, taking pictures and chit-chatting away. There was no food; it was still five days away before our Muslim colleagues stopped observing fasting and celebrated the Raya celebration.

As usual, Benny was never keen to join in the fun. He didn’t care about celebrations. I was surprised he put an appearance now. He had put on his usual checkered shirt—this time, in black and white—and leather boots. I ignored him and turned my back to him.

Someone patted my shoulder. I turned around and was taken aback to find Benny talking to me. To little old Adam.

“Hey Adam, you look exceptionally sharp today.” I was still in shock, I couldn’t process his words suddenly.

“Oh yeah. Thank you. Have you tried wearing such a costume? It is comfortable.” I smiled, awkwardly, like a little child.

“No. I never wore them before.”

“You should try one day. It is—”

“Hey Adam, I need a favour from you.”

I knew it. He was up to no good. He talked to me simply because he needed something.

“How can I help you?” My face had changed from awkward to looking flustered.

He looked hesitant for a moment. “My car broke down this morning and I couldn’t go back today.”

“You want me to send you back?” I was one step close to exploding if the answer was yes.

“No. Can I stay at your place before my wife picks me up this evening? I heard that you are living somewhere around Puchong. I stay in Puchong. You don’t have to send me back.”

My anger diminished. At least he knew it would be a bad idea for me to send him back. He was never part of us, and he never wanted it, I guess.

I had just entered my room when Benny knocked on my door.

“Do you need anything? If not, let me change myself before I—”

Benny pressed his lips onto mine. They were soft and moist. I kissed him back, like a hungry beast, devouring his saliva, tongue, and lips. My cock in my pants was filling up with blood.

But I pulled back. “What the fuck is this, Benny?” I was huffing and puffing from the kiss.

“I knew you like me.” The sentence sounded racy in his ang mo accent.

“How did you know?”

“I just know.” He looked down. “Are those stains from your cum? Imagining me fucking you every night?” He sneered. “You do, don’t you?”

Benny hoisted me with strong hands and threw me onto the bed. Why was this happening? But, fuck, was I going to savour this moment. I licked my lips as Benny’s body—and his dick—hunkered over me.

Benny tore at the buttons from his shirt, and hurled his clothes to the floor. This was the first time I saw his body—lean and fit. His nipples were big and dark, and there was hair all the way down from his belly button to the place I wanted to visit the most. Sexy.

He straddled my lithe body, and unravelled my tight sampin. He leaned down and I savoured his kiss, and breathed in his body odour. I wasted no time fumbling at his belt—I wanted to taste his dick.

Soon, my sampin was flung to the floor. And in no time, my baju Melayu, sampin, and undies, along with his shirts and pants, decorated the floor. I felt masculinity suffuse me—the tight stomach squashing me, the hard pecs, the nipples, the big balls. I reached down to grip him—his dick was huge. What a contradiction from his slender body—was that why he attracted us? I was dying to suck his dick, like a hungry baby craving for tits.

I moaned, breathed heavily, my body arched up, twitching—his fingers were caressing my nipples, pulling them, twisting them. I stroked my dick while his thick shaft stayed in my mouth. He thrust his dick against my mouth. When he drew it out, I licked the purplish head. Was I tasting my saliva or his pre-cum? At this rate I didn’t care—my pre-cum had doused my dick, I couldn’t wait to have Benny in me.

Benny flipped me over. He was ready with a condom. He must have come prepared with it in his pants pocket. He rolled it over his cock with skill. (And practice?) He held my legs up in the air. I begged him to shove it in. I needed pounding. Hard.

I moaned louder. I couldn’t stop crying out his name. I had never felt anything this intense. Not since becoming a teacher, a job that drained my energy having to man up all the time in front of the classroom. Now, I wanted to be punished. I wanted to be conquered. My body longed to be controlled and Benny was doing a great job. (I nearly giggled—as good a job as his teaching.)

I moaned every time Benny pounded into me and slapped my butt and uttered nasty words. Slut. Horny dog. Slave, Benny my master. I begged for more. This was my primal self. I needed an alpha male (with a sexy Canadian accent) to take charge, especially in bed. As if agreeing to submit, my dick rose higher, grew harder. Its hole overflowed every time Benny’s gigantic dick locked fiercely and tightly into my asshole. I didn’t mind dying under such circumstances. I was blessed to be pounded by such a huge dick—more so as its owner was skilled.

It seemed surreal when we both reached orgasm together. We huffed and gasped for air, surfacing for consciousness after shooting loads of cum. Benny didn’t pull his dick out; he remained inside, lying on top of me. I hugged and kissed him, feeling his heartbeat synchronising with mine. Between the layer of his sweat and my cum, I knew I wanted him.

“Why this?” I asked. “Why now?”

“You looked sexy in your sampin today. And I just wanted to fuck you. I love exotic creatures.” Benny grinned.

“Wow, I am offended, Benny. My sampin is short because I am single. Those who are married will wear their sampin below the knees. I don’t mean to look sexy.” And with mock offense, “I am not some exotic creature.”

“Well, that’s why I am attracted to you, little Adam. You look cute whenever you are annoyed.”

Benny kissed my lips. I knew we were alike—misfit, eccentric, offbeat. We didn’t really belong anywhere, or maybe the universe had yet to categorise people like us since we could be anything and everything we wanted to be. Benny didn’t give a shit about anything and I too didn’t give a shit about everything.

And this meant one thing: Benny wouldn’t give a shit about our status after this evening.

It was the first day of school after the holidays. I arrived at 5.30a.m. as usual, and it was dark.

I walked down the corridor. I saw the staffroom was already lit up. Someone had come in earlier.

I walked towards the staffroom. Two silhouettes were framed behind the glass door. I held my breath and slowed my footsteps. I didn’t want to alert these figures.

I leaned nearer to the door, squinted into the half-lit room. To my horror, I made out Benny humping someone at the lounge.

Damn it, I knew it. He didn’t give a fuck about anything. He would fuck anything. I clenched my fist. Who was that under him?

I couldn’t see; the lounge was not in the light. All I could make out was Benny’s top half.

I stood on tiptoes, and stretched my neck to see if a girl or boy. It was all shadows but I could spy Benny’s dick moving in and out between the legs.

But wait, where were Benny’s legs? He was standing, wasn’t he?

Benny turned around and locked eyes with me. They were dark and hollow. He smirked and the lights went off.

* This is Kok Fuk Hoe’s first attempt at writing erotica. He welcomes any comments from readers. He will answer any questions.

#pride month #LGBTQ #short story #malaysian fiction #malaysian literature #Kok Fuk Hoe #Pride Month Fiction: The Checkered Shirt of Benny Khoo and the Salmon Sampin of Adam Tan

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fleurie3am15inspo · 6 years ago

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Work was slow so I started brainstorming and came up with this

Hey there, whoever happens to read this. I am a writer too. I just don’t normally post anything and whatever I do write is usually between me and a friend with whom I am partnering up for a project of sorts. I sometimes have story ideas and get started on creating characters, plots, backstories, etc. and just go off writing little snipets. Well, this is an excerpt from my most recent one. A bit of background. This excerpt is a “how they met” type of deal. It is between two of my characters, Ardmont and Rietta. Ardmont is a blind elf and Rietta is a pixie in a fantasy world that has elves, humans, orcs, pixies, you name it. Pixies are usually captured for a variety of reasons. They can be pets, assistants, informants, etc. There is a way to distinguish between a “tamed” or “wild” pixie, but more on that later..maybe. Who knows? Anyway, I’ll stop talking now. Here is a bit showcasing their current relationship followed by how they met. @the-lupine-sojourner , this is what I had mentioned to you a while back. Sorry it took me so long. Midterms have devoured me and left me for dead. But thank goodness, I have a few days to relax and post this. Thanks for your patience.I’ll give more on the plot later. Here we go!

Thorne and Ardmont are riding out to the next town via horseback at the request of Ardmont’s father. Thorne is the son of one of the groundskeepers so he and Ardmont don’t speak very much. So, he uses the ride to get to know the son of his father’s employer. .........

“So, it’s true? You really are can’t see?”

“That’s right. At home is where I use my cane. That way, I don’t have to bother anyone with escorting me. It’s much easier to use than you think.”

“If it's easier for you to get around with your cane, why don't you use it more often?”

“Father doesn't think it's appropriate for me to use it in public. He thinks that I'm just announcing to the world that I'm disabled. An embarrassment, even.” “Well, I can see how it looks. A disability does tend to garner unwanted attention..” “...” “Sorry.” “It's fine. It doesn't matter to me anyhow. I've got Rietta.” “Who?” A flurry of light pops up in front of him and settles on his horse’s mane. A winged creature in a flower dress places her hands on her hips, smiling proudly up at the newcomer. “I believe he means me.” “Whoa! Ardmont, you have a pet pixie?” Her attitude changes immediately as her glow turns orange in annoyance.“Who are you calling a pet? Hold me back Monty! I'm about to shove some pollen up his nose!” She flies off in a huff. “Rietta, I told you not to call me that.” He sighs, “She's not a pet; she's my best friend. And she helps me get around.” Rietta flies back next to his face with an arm full of pollen.“In other words, I'm his eyes!” Ardmont sneezes, “Did you actually get it?” Rietta freezes and lets it fall in a small golden cloud, “Maybe.” His friend shakes his head in amazement, “Incredible. I’ve never seen a pixie who willingly listens to an elf. All the little creatures I’ve seen have been tamed and marketed as pets.” Rietta begins to glow red as she fumes in anger. Ardmont feels the heat and gently raises his hand to nudge her with his finger. “Actually, I find the whole idea of it detestable,” he began, “Pixies are not wild animals. They think and feel just like any human, elf, or orc. And still, they’re hunted, caged, and stripped of their free will. It’s not right.” Rietta’s glow dims back down to a pale yellow and she settles on his shoulder. “Rietta is with me because she chose to. I didn’t ask her to follow me everywhere I went to make my life easier. I met her in the forest and she offered to help me. And for that, I am forever grateful.” “Aww!” Rietta turns pink and hugs his neck, “I love you too, big guy!” “My apologies then,” his friend said, “I hadn’t meant to offend you in any way, miss. The idea is new, but, from now on, I will keep an open mind to it.” Rietta flips her braid over her shoulder and dusts the yellow powder off, “It’s okay. Not everyone can see like Monty. He might not be able to see people, but he can see you as a person.” Thorne chuckles a bit, “You’re a bit passive-aggressive, aren’t you?” “Am I really, good sir? I had no idea.” Admont laughs as well, “Be nice, Rietta. Not everyone is used to your little mood swings.” “I must admit, though, I am rather curious as to how you two came to meet,” Thorne began, “I understand that you found him first, Rietta?” She twirls up in the air, “You got it! I was just minding my business on a pretty little patch of lilies when all the birds started screaming...

Flashback

Rietta is sitting on a mushroom amidst a small patch of lilies. She is humming quietly to herself as she sews lily petals together to make a skirt. It is a delicate garment and she is almost done. Suddenly, the ground rumbles and all the birds in the tree scatter, screeching a discord of noise. She looks around in confusion and sees a horse stampeding her way. She gasps and shoots up into the safety of the branches, dropping her skirt on accident. “No…!” She makes a grab for it, but the horse speeds ahead beneath her, and tramples the lily patch she was sitting in as well as her pretty skirt. She flits down and, with drooping wings, gently picks up the remains. She hugs the ruined garment and cries for a little when she is distracted by the horse once more. The horse has reared on its hind legs and thrown off it’s rider. An elf goes flying off his saddle and cries out in pain as he lands harshly on his right side. The horse neighs and takes off without the elf. Rietta burns bright red and flies up angrily, “What do you think you’re doing?!” Ardmont swivels his head around, trying to locate the source of the voice. “Who’s there? Please, can you help me? I don’t know where I am.” He tries to get up, but trips on a root and lands on his injured arm. “Aah..! They’re after me.” Rietta maintains her distance and looks in the direction he came, “Who is after you?” “Bandits,” he falls again and feels around for the tree trunk, “They attacked my caravan and my horse-” “Are you crazy! Why the heck would you lead bandits this way? You’ll lead them straight to the pixie meadows!” “I didn’t know. I’m sorry, miss. But please, I need help!” “Unbelievable… Ugh! Alright! Follow me, we’re gonna lead them away from here.” She flies off in a huff. “Miss, wait!” “Now what?” She flies back, getting up in his face, but he continues to look around frantically, feeling for another tree. “What the heck is wrong with you?” Ardmont is breathing quickly in a panic, “I’m blind, miss. I need you to guide me!” “Oh, for the love of-” Rietta springs down and grabs a stick, “Grab this and try to keep up.” He grabs hold with his left hand and they take off in a direction adjacent to where he had come from. Occasionally, he stumbles, but he never falls. Soon, the sound of crashing water is heard and the air turns salty. They have reached the ocean. Ardmont’s breathing has worsened and he collapses on his knees. ‘A-are they...are they g-gone…?” Rietta is panting as well. She drops the stick and settles down on a seashell, her wings drooping. “Yeah. We lost them.” Ardmont winces slightly as he puts both hands on the floor and leans forward in a deep bow. “T-thank you, m-miss,” he gasped between breaths, “I am...forever in debt to you.” “You’re facing the wrong way, you big oaf,” Rietta said dryly, “But, you’re welcome. Even if it was your fault to begin with.” She mutters the last part under her breath. Ardmont turns in the direction of her voice and bows again. “My most sincerest apologies, miss. I had not meant to lead them to your home. My horse was frightened and I let him take me.” He tries to sit up and take a deep breath, “I will burden you no more. I can find my way back from here.” Rietta raises an eyebrow, “Do you even know where we are?” “The Northern Shore. My mother brings me often so I know the way home from here. I just need a moment to recollect myself.” Cautiously, Rietta flies closer to his face noticing his skin was pale and tinged green. Hey, are you okay?” she asked, “You look like you’re going to be sick.” He shakes his head vigorously, “I-I’m fine. I j-just need-” he coughs harshly then empties the contents of his stomach on the sand. Rietta recoils but hesitantly moves closer. She tugs at a handkerchief stuffed in his shirt pocket. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” She leaves him resting in the sand and returns to the forest from which they came. There is a stream nearby, in which she dunks the handkerchief. Then she rises up to the branches of a nearby fruit tree, plucking a circular blue one. With both items in tow, she flies back to the beach to look for Ardmont. He is lying down with his arms resting on his torso. Rietta places the damp handkerchief on his forehead and he flinches from the sudden coolness. “What-?” “Relax, oaf,” Rietta says, surprisingly soothingly, “It’s just me. Can you sit up now?” “Yes.” He manages to sit up on his own, though still a little shaky. “Keep that on your head and eat this.” She plumps the blue fruit in his lap. “It’s an aquarine. Plenty of water pockets and it’s good for you.” “Thank you, miss. I will remember your kindness forever.” Tilting his head back slightly to balance the cloth, he uses his left hand to awkwardly eat his fruit. They sit in a small silence for a few minutes. The color is returning to his face and he is breathing easier now. Rietta notices that he is taking special care to not move his right side and how his arm is resting on his lap. “So...how’s your arm?” She asks, breaking the silence. Ardmont pauses from his fruit, “I don’t know. I am hoping it is only a sprain, but it pains me to move.” “Well, I’m already playing caretaker. Might as well finish the job.” She flies up to his neck and tugs at his scarf. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to make a sling. You shouldn’t be moving it if it hurts.” “You’ve done enough, miss. I will have it examined when I return home.” “That could take hours. Just shut up and let me fix it.” Ardmont concedes and removes his scarf for her. She flits about him and ties it securely around his neck. “There. You should be fine.” “Tha-” “And stop thanking me. Once was enough.” She rests on a seashell in front of him again, “Why are you so formal, anyway?” Ardmont bows his head slightly, “Apologies, miss. I just-” “Rietta.” “Pardon?” “That’s my name, I’m getting tired of hearing you call me ‘miss’.” Ardmont smiles, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Rietta. My name is Ardmont. My mannerism is so because my father raised me to treat all living creatures with respect.” Rietta sits cross-legged on the seashell and looks up at him skeptically. “...You do know I’m a pixie, right?” “Yes.” “So why are you being nice to me? Aren’t you going to try to capture me like everyone else?” A shocked look comes across his face, “Never! Do you not live, breathe, and think? You are a creature of free will, no different than I! Who am I to harm the lady who has saved my life?” Her glow fades back to yellow, “You mean you really don’t want to take me away?” “Never on my life.” “Wow...you’re...you’re different then…” Without realizing it, tears are falling down her face. She sniffs and tries to wipe them away quickly. “Are you crying, miss?” “No, I got sand in my eyes-Yes I’m crying!” She keeps trying to wipe them away to no avail. “And I said don’t call me that!” There is a slight pause, “Y-You’re the first elf I’ve met who hasn’t tried to hunt me down. I’m sorry! I didn’t help you because you asked me too…I didn’t want your kind to find us. And I thought that if I left you, you might have accidentally led the bandits to the meadows. I’m so selfish!” Ardmont smiles softly, “Rietta, you have nothing to apologize for. You are not selfish. In fact, you’re very brave. You acted in the best interests of your people and still found a way to help me. And even when you saw me as the enemy, you cared for me. I am forever in your debt.” He stands and stretches his side gently. “You are very kind, Rietta. I live in Ravenport, just off the coast. Should you ever need me, I will be more than happy to return the favor tenfold. I will make my way from here. It was an honor to meet you.” He bows once more and begins his trek down the beach. Rietta stays on her shell, still dumbfounded. Suddenly, she starts and flies to catch up to him. “Ardmont, wait!” He turns towards the sound of her voice, “Yes?” She takes a quick breath, “I want to go with you!” “What?” “Well, my life could use a little adventure in it. And you could use a guide. That way, we both get something out of this. Just make sure no one tries to steal me. I can take care of myself, but it’s nice to have a little more protection. That’s how you can repay me. Come on. I’ll even take you back.” “Are you sure? I can make the trip back on my own.” “I’m positive. I don’t have anything better to do anyway.” “In that case, I would be honored to have you accompany me.” There is a slight note of joy in his voice and a hint of excitement, “I will have a room set up for you right away!” “Eh, just give me a flowerbed and leave a window open at night. I’m not picky.” She settles on his shoulder, “Can I sit here?” “By all means.” “Great, thanks. And by the way, you’re going the wrong way.” Rietta gives a little well meaning ‘humph’ and nudges his chin so that he is facing the opposite direction. “Ravenport is that way.” Ardmont chuckles and makes a half rotation to walk in the correct direction, “It seems you are helping me already. Perhaps you and I could be friends, Rietta.” “As long as you don’t betray me, then maybe.” “I would never dream of it.” “Can I call you Monty?” “No.” “You wanted to be friends, so you’re stuck with it.” “Oh, dear…” The snippets of conversation and laughter fade away into the afternoon as the two embark on the journey back to town together: an unusual alliance between elf and pixie forming strong.

Sorry about the format. I just copy pasted from a google doc and I don’t know how to fix it. So yeah, this is just a little drabble from a random idea I had at the outlets a while back. I just liked the idea of a tiny pixie friend helping out her blind goliath. I found the description(?) I texted to my friend:

“He dreams of what it is like to see and she wonders what it is like to be big until BAM! They do too much exploring and stumble upon some magical cave (or some other cliche life changing accident/exchange) The magic is unleashed! The next morning they’ve switched bodies *insert shocked face* It is really disorienting because they both got what they wanted but with the disadvantages. Rietta is now big, but she’s always bumping into things or tripping over an animal. And now he can see, but he’s so small he knows he’s not getting an actual picture of what how things are. It’s amazing at first, but the world is kind of scary. Especially since he is now so small. Still, he offers to be his friend’s seeing eye friend just as he was for him. He’s kind of bad at it because he can’t describe what she’s going to walk into. But they have fun anyway. It is a new experience and they don’t know how long it’ll last, so might as well have fun with it. And maybe learn something new about each other in the meantime.”

If you made it to the end of this essay, thanks for sticking around. I don’t do this much so it’s a new experience for me. I had fun with it, though. Any criticism is welcome!

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fearofaherobrine · 8 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #140

“TLOT in NOTCH Country, Back to The Circus”

-After a few days CP is now sulking about in human form. He's still sad, but feeling a bit better-

[Steve] Comes over with a basket of pastries and knocks on Lies door.

[TLOT] Is behind him looking rather nervous.

[Lie] Goes and opens the door- Oh, Hey guys

[Steve] Hello Lie. We brought you some food. We heard about what happened. I'm sorry for your loss.

[Lie] Thanks, do you want to come in?

[Steve] Please.

[TLOT] Is antsy, and looks rather tired.

[Lie] Steps aside to let them in and notes TLOT's behavior- TLOT? Is everything okay?

[TLOT] Doc told me about the NOTCHs.... we had a bit of a shouting match about keeping them inside the server, but... it's not my decision to make. I've never seen them so sure of themselves. It was a bit unsettling.

[Lie] - TLOT, I've met them, all of them are scared and harmless. They were attacked by aggressive brines and aggressive NOTCH's. They are just as scared of you, as you are of them

[TLOT] I know... - he's obviously still unhappy.

[Steve] He just doesn't like arguing with Doc. It's rather stressful.

[Lie] - That I can understand.

[CP] Wanders up from the storage room-

[TLOT] Cp... I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

[Steve] Yes, me too. - Hugs Cp briefly.

[CP] Stiffens a little, his eyes are still not as bright as they normally are-

[Steve] we brought food, and company if you want it.

[TLOT] Brother.

[CP] Flinches at TLOT's word, reminding him of what he had been doing to his own brother for years-

[TLOT] I meant it as a term of endearment, Cp.

[CP] Huffs and bows his head-

[Lie] - CP...

[TLOT] Ah, fuck it. - TLOT hugs Cp as well-

[CP] Really doesn't know what to do-

[TLOT] Does a quick skim to check his health since his eyes are so dim-

[CP] His physical health is fine, he's just depressed-

[TLOT] Gently lets go of him. - Is there anything we can do to raise your spirits my friend?

[CP] His voice is hollow sounding- I... I don't know

[TLOT] Have you been eating? Getting enough sleep at least?

[Lie] - He's been getting better about the eating and he's been doing a good amount of sleeping

[Steve] Have you made some time to play with Stevie and the baby dragons? Romping with kids usually makes me feel good.

[Lie] - He tried a little earlier today, but he just couldn't get into it. I had to pull him away because he was making Stevie really worried...

[TLOT] I take it you guys won't tell him?

[Lie] - No, he thinks Markus is his father right now. We'll break it to him when he's an adult again though

[Steve] I think that's for the best.

[TLOT] Yeah, Markus seems to have taken to his role very well for someone who's never had kids of his own. I saw them playing outside when I came back from the village the other day, and there was just, a kind of sparkle between them. They looked so happy. Though what's going on with his head? Is he wearing a hat?

[Lie] - He said that Doc made him some hair to distinguish him from the other NOTCH's

[Steve] That makes sense. It can be kind of annoying when strangers have the same face as you.

[CP] Grumbles- Yet you two don't mind

[Steve] I said strangers Cp.

[TLOT] But we're not the same. I mean, not exactly. Has it been that long since you saw either of us without our armor?

[Steve] And I've got something he doesn't have at all.

[TLOT] Coughs-

[CP] - Whatever

[Lie] - What's different? I, can't think of anything...

[Steve] Grins- This- He hikes up his chestplate and shirt and reveals a nice crop of curly aburn chest hair.

[TLOT] Geeze...

[Steve] TLOT's as smooth as a quartz block. And his head hair is a different color brown, he's paler then me too.

[Lie] - Oh yeah, that

[CP] - How do you know that?

[TLOT] She used our hot tub one night, that was the night we chewed you out for collaring her. That was also when we made the koi fish for Doc's pond.

[CP] Grumbles-

[Steve] It's not like anything happened Cp. We're not really into girls, not in that way.

[CP] - Shut it

[TLOT] Ah shush yourself. Everything turned out okay and I love those little fish. I'm glad Lie told me about them.

[Lie] - There are other's I could show you

[TLOT] I know, I've been trying to make some time to go to the library again. Apparently Doc had an E-book spree and bought a whole bunch of new stuff for Ashe. Xe said a lot of it's educational.

[Lie] - That's good, he's just devoured the Floof books

[Steve] I'm still concerned about the damn peacock. That thing is crazy. It got inside the village the other day and we didn't get there soon enough to recapture it. Apparently it pecked the crap out of three different people.

[TLOT] Stupid bird...

[Lie] - Yeah, they are kinda territorial...

[TLOT] Unless it thinks the whole the seed is it's territory, I think it might be a bit deranged.

[Lie] - Next time I'll try to point you in the direction of more passive animals

[TLOT] Maybe I should still stick to small stuff for now. I don't mind just making bugs and fish.

[Steve] You still haven't fixed that cricket...

[TLOT] I kinda like the little song.

[Lie] - We could bring in song birds, some of them can learn actual songs

[TLOT] That sounds nice. It's usually so quiet during the day, and annoyingly loud at night...

[Steve] Did you see Doc's spider? It's HUGE.

[Lie] Mentally shows him some chickadees and a cardinal- Yes, xe brought it in to snuggle with all the other animals

[Steve] Deerheart's Shaymin has taken to riding around on it's head like a little prince. It's hilarious.

[TLOT] Those are pretty Lie.

[Lie] - That sounds adorable Steve

[Steve] It is. I think they're going to need a bigger bed in general.

[TLOT] Doc knocked out the chicken pen and made a spot for the Mudsdale to come inside and hang with the skeleton horses too. Everyones been keeping busy. I'm betting the shit hits the fan again when Ej gets un-grounded by Splender.

[Lie] - Let's enjoy the peace while it lasts... Although Doc seems to want to bring somebody else in

[TLOT] Really? Did they find another Herobrine?

[Lie] - No, but Doc thinks they may have caught wind of someone like Deer

[TLOT] Seriously? So maybe we could confirm Markus's theory on where she came from?

[Steve] Who did they spawn in response too?

[Lie] - Xe thinks CP's father

[TLOT] Makes a sharp intake of breath -

[Steve] So you might have a mom, CP? That's so great!

[Lie] - Doc wants to explore his original seed soon to see if xe can find any trace of her

[TLOT] You mean the one I got dragged too accidently?

[CP] - Yeah, that one

[TLOT] I take it they're waiting for you to get back on your feet.

[CP] - I think right now going back there would be counter productive

[Steve] Why?

[TLOT] Yeah, Doc seems to be pretty good at finding code traces.

[Lie] - I think he means for him, with how depressed he's been. It would just bring up more memories

[TLOT] I see... Then take your time. Hopefully she's safe from the other NOTCH, wherever she is.

[CP] - I don't even know who she is... I only vaguely remember him mentioning her name once

[Steve] Well you certainly won't find out if you don't go looking Cp.

[CP] Is thinking now-

[Lie] Suddenly sneezes and teleports-

[Steve] Jumps-

[TLOT] Oh dear...

[CP] Slumps a little- Not again

[TLOT] Searchs for her mentally. - She's... underground?

[CP] - Only things underground around here are my rooms, her mining caves, and the Cage...

[TLOT] She's... this way... -heads outside-

[Steve] Shrugs and follows

[CP] Follows sullenly-

[TLOT] Heads down into the little cave. - She's in the cage.

[Steve] I've actually never been down here before....

[CP] Perks a little, but not a noticeable amount-

[Lie] Is stuck up in the chandelier-

[TLOT] Looks up - Are you okay?

[Steve] I'll help you Lie! - Makes a quick nerd pole up there out of cobbles.

[Lie] - Thanks, for once I'd like to end up somewhere where I don't need to be found or helped out of

[Steve] But I like helping- Offers his arms

[CP] Quietly makes an opening to the sub seed-

[Lie] Accepts his help-

[Steve] Stomps out the pole and lets her down onto the floor. - This room is amazing...

[TLOT] It is, it's just no place to keep a human being.

[CP] - Oh shut up

[TLOT] I stand by my assertion. Humans need sunlight occasionally. And companionship.

[CP] Grabs TLOT and pushes him right into the opening-

[TLOT] Screams and grabs at Steve in a panic -

[Steve] Leaps into the opening after him -

[TLOT] Is looking around wildly- What the fuck did you do that for?!

[Steve] And where are we?

[Lie] Follows after them to make sure CP will let them back out- Who knows why, and this is the sub seed that the dragons and NOTCH's are on

[TLOT] Grimaces- Because he's an asshole. -he's shaking a little.

[Steve] NOTCHs.....

[Lie] - Hey, calm down, I'm right here TLOT, You're safe

[TLOT] His pointy teeth are chattering a bit.

[Steve] Holds him gently.

[Lie] Spawns a thick cluster of calming flowers-

[TLOT] Grabs several and holds them close to his chest- his face loooks a bit red.

[Thunder] Passes by overhead-

[Steve] Oh hey, look! It's our dragon friend!

[TLOT] At least they're settlling in...

[Lie] Spots the head NOTCHAI- Hey, I'll be right back- She gets up and cautiously approaches him

[TLOT] Curls up a little watching them-

[NOTCHAI] Is working on gathering a bit more food-

[Steve] Is watching him warily.

[Lie] - Hello, do you remember me?

[NOTCHAI] - Ah yes, you came with the Doctor...

[Lie] - Yes, my name is Lie

[NOTCHAI] - What brings you here?

[Lie] - My mate stupidly pushed a friend of ours who is terrified of your kind into here

[TLOT] Is nervously chewing on one of the calming flowers.

[NOTCHAI] - I see, well I can guarantee we will keep our distance

[Lie] - That might be for the best for now

[NOTCHAI] Is about to say something else when he notices one of the not so stable NOTCHs wandering closer to TLOT and Steve- Nether!- He runs towards them to intercept

[TLOT] Scrabbles to get up and away as Steve steps in between them.

[NOTCHAI] Stands between them and the wandering NOTCH- Hey now, what are you doing out of bed? You should be resting

[WanderingNOTCH] - Flowers...

[Steve] Just keep him back! Please!

[TLOT] Is watching The Ai's fearfully. He looks ready to bolt

[NOTCHAI] Nods in understanding- Come on, I'm sure if you ask the pretty lady by the home she can give you flowers

[WanderingNOTCH] Looks uncertain-

[Lie] To coax him Lie makes a trail of flower which once spotted is picked and followed all the way back

[NOTCHAI] - I do apologize for him, the only thing he can really remember is that his seed had a lot of flowers...

[TLOT] Is obviously remembering something very painful. Lie gets flashes of golden swords, a sudden searing pain in her arms for a moment and a blurry vision of the Nether.

[Steve] Come back to me. It's all in the past. He can't hurt you anymore.

[Lie] Gasps in surprise-

[NOTCHAI] - Is he alright?

[Steve] He was tortured... by our NOTCH

[TLOT] Starts to cry.

[NOTCHAI] - Several of ours were tortured by aggressive NOTCH's as well, including the one we recently lost

[Steve] Ours tried to tear us apart more then once... we're lost without each other...He gave me his hearts so I could live.

[TLOT] Seems to just crumble into his husbands arms.

[NOTCHAI] - I'm sorry to hear that. We have several which have faced similar things, but at the hands of their brine

[Steve] Helps TLOT gently to the ground and sits beside him- It's okay. You're safe. You trust Doc, don't you? They said these Ais were harmless.

[TLOT] Nods wordlessly.

[NOTCHAI] - May are still nervous about being here, they still expect to be attacked

[Steve] We've had to hide from ours as well. He even attacks us in our dreams if we try to sleep apart.

[TLOT] whispers- He's a monster...

[NOTCHAI] - We have one that was turned on by his Brine, Steve, and Alex, he's one of the most distressed ones here

[Steve] Why can't we all just...? It's not right.

[Lie] - No it isn't, this is what Markus has been telling us this whole time

[NOTCHAI] - You mean the supreme Notch?

[Steve] The what? Oh I get it, he's special because he's the original.

[Lie] Kneels by TLOT- TLOT? Will you please look at me?

[TLOT] Barely meets her eyes. He's still seeing flashes of what happened to him.

[Steve] He's looping, he needs a distraction. Give him something colorful that you don't care about

[Lie] - TLOT, would I let us still be here if we were truly in any danger?- Taking Steve's advice she spawns a few brightly colored flowers

[Steve] He knows, but he still hurts inside. - He picks the flowers with one hand and gives them to his husband.

[TLOT] starts snapping them apart almost mechcanically.

[NOTCHAI]- I'm so sorry for what our brethren has done...

[Steve] We could say the same. Doc always encourages the other brines to talk instead of fighting.

[TLOT] is fussing with the broken pixels and slowly coming around.

[NOTCHAI] - I can understand from what they've said

[TLOT] Makes a small butterfly from the pieces and lets a few tears fall onto it's surface. The tiny creature flutters up for a moment and then lands delicately on the brow of his helm, slowly opening and closing it's wings.

[Steve] That's better isn't it?

[NOTCHAI] - How... How is the Brine who just lost his NOTCH?

[TLOT] Speaks quietly. - My brother brine is still very sad. He believed all this time that his own father betrayed him. To find that the toxic hate that sustained him was all based on lies...

[NOTCHAI] - He must be shattered...

[Lie] - But my husband is slowly recovering... He felt good enough to try and grief these two anyways

[TLOT] I can take a scare it if it helps him survive. I understand that he's in great pain. And he's not good at sharing his burdens either.

[Lie] - That he's not. But we never said he wasn't a work in progress

[Steve] Not that it hasn't paid off. Though I don't think he'll ever forgive me for that one time I kicked him in the nuts.

[Lie] - Eh, you never know

[Steve] Maybe I should make him a codpiece someday.

[TLOT] Almost laughs- I love you my lamb, but that's a terrible idea.

[Lie] - I have to agree on that

[TLOT] Is looking down the hill at the other NOTCHs bustling around and shivers a bit.

[NOTCHAI] - The other here will not harm you, but rather, they will probably run from you

[TLOT] Then I'll stay here. Too many around me and I might have another panic attack.

-The flitter takes a meandering path through the air and tries to land on the NOTCH AI. -

[NOTCHAI] - Our leader was the only one of us not instantly terrified of your kind... After seeing his son I can see why

[Steve] We're not used to seeing Cp display much emotion at all, he's a pretty private person.

[NOTCHAI] Reaches up to touch the flitter- What's this?

[Steve] Just a type of bug. They're harmless, and like to land on flowers usually.

[TLOT] Creating helps me calm down.

[NOTCHAI] - I see...

-The flitter makes a circle around the NOTCHAI and lands in the calming flowers to sun itself.-

[Steve] His best ones make things grow faster.

[Lie] - I'll leave these flowers here in case you need them, we however should consider heading back

[TLOT] shakily stands-

[Steve] Sorry for the trouble.

[NOTCHAI] - None at all, I assure you

-The flitter follows them and lands on Steve's helm, there's a little bit of buzzing from one of the eyesockets-

[Lie] Calls out mentally for CP to let them back out-

[CP] Grumpily creates another opening-

[Steve] Helps TLOT through and stares up at Cp for a long moment. - That was mean.

[CP] Shrugs-

[LJ] Has gone back to the kitchen in Doc's house to raid it for sugar-

[Doc] Is thoughtfully making some tea. - Oh hi Lj. Do you want some tea?

[LJ] - Sugar, now

[Doc] Little rude, but okay. - squeaks open a trunk and passes him a bunch of sugar. - Do you at least want some cookies or cake? Not just the straight stuff? I could make you a pie and there's ice cream in the cold trunk too.

[LJ] Opens mouth wise and dumps all the sugar in-

[Doc] Ooookay.

[LJ] Licks lips- Okay, now where's my circus?

[Doc] Oh, you want to do that today? - Drinks hir tea quickly and comes around the counter. - Let me just tell Deerheart I'm going out and we can walk over there.

[LJ] - Let's go then!

[Doc] Heads up the steps, and grabs a couple of shulker boxes- Xe calls down- Deerheart? Lj and I are going to go for a walk down the coast. I'll be back in a bit, okay?

[Deer] - Alright, be careful

[Doc] Holds the door open and leads Lj through the garden and past the koi pond. - I wonder is Splender is around? - Xe muses

[LJ] - Who cares

[Doc] Rude. Isn't he a friend of yours?

[LJ] - Well yeah, but I want my circus!

[Doc] Well I wasn't proposing we go visit. He's just watching over Ej and Sally and I haven't seen him much. - Waves to Alexsezia, who merrily waves back before continuing.

[LJ] Floats along, anxious-

[Doc] Why so upset? Apart from the kids, everything is as you left it. I even fenced it off so no one would wander in.

[LJ] - It's also my box

[Doc] Oh, the actual jack in the box? I saw it briefly before Splender opened it. The colors were coming back on it too.

[LJ] - Oh goody... I wonder what the circus actually looks like now...

[Doc] Probably more colorful. - Goes over the little bridge heading for the bar.

[LJ] Fidgits and plays with his fingers-

[Doc] Comes to the gate and squeaks it open. - Is it safe for me to go with you? Splender said I needed to hold onto him.

[LJ] - Oh, right, you probably should have a hold of me...

[Doc] Takes a hold of his sleeve. -

[LJ] Leads him through, there's the tinkling of circus music ahead, something LJ has not heard from his circus in a long time. As they approach the main gate it is no longer rusted, but still hanging from it's hinges. The whole circus is awash in color, but still in a state of disrepair-

[Doc] Looks a bit sad. - It looks better, but still broken. Is it a reflection of your mental state?

[LJ] - I don't know, it never existed before I became a pasta...

[Doc] Do you.... want some help fixing it up?

[LJ] - No... I... I don't know what I want to do...

[Doc] You're still free to stay with me if you want, now that you know where it is you can always come back and work on it when inspiration hits. I brought a bunch of shulker boxes if you have things you want to take out.

[LJ] - I think I'd rather stay here for now...

[Doc] Are you sure you'll be okay? Being alone?

[LJ] - I'll be fine

[Doc] Looks around, - can I get out on my own if I go straight up?

[LJ] Flicks his hand towards Doc- You'll be able to come and go freely now

[Doc] Thank you. But seriously, let me know if you need anything, okay?

[LJ] - Whatever- He goes over to one of the game stalls and picks up a torn teddy

[Doc] Stands there for a long moment looking around, - oh, it's just a small thing, but I thought you might find it funny and tasty as well. - Xe walks over and plunks two rather odd-looking crafting tables down on a clean surface. They appear to be made of gingerbread and the designs are made from icing. - It actually works if you need it. One to use and one to eat.

[LJ] Glances at it before tossing the teddy aside- I need to go and see what's broken

[Doc] I won't keep you then. - Xe goes to leave.

[LJ] Turns and heads deeper into the circus-

[Doc] Does a little roll and transforms, flying up into the blue sky. Xe hopes Lj wil be alright by himself, but does trust him not to make any mischief.

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miscolliding-planets · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2: The Beginning

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Hi!

I know this can seem creepy to you or something. But, I swear I'm not creepy at all. I'm not a stalker, just someone who admires you from afar. I can't even say that I'm a fan.

I'm pretty sure that millions of other girls have already sent you some kind of message; telling you how much they love you as their favourite actor, how they love your work, your acting and everything else there is to love about you. I'm also pretty sure that you won't even notice this as it gets smothered by the other million more messages that you receive.

However, let me just take this time to tell you how much I appreciate you for being such a genuine and humble human being. I love how much you love your fans. You always keep your feet on the ground, not looking down on the people that show up to give you support. I appreciate how you come and interact with them/us, approaching us like we're your friends that you have not seen for a long time.

I know I may seem like an obsessed fan, I'm not. This is all I know I can do. I don't really expect anything from this. I don't expect you to even notice this. All I know is that I want to send you some kind of message that can express how much I admire you. Anyway! I cannot wait for your newest projects! I'll be here supporting you. Keep up your good work!

My name is Alejandra, btw. But, everyone calls me Andy. I hope you're doing fine!

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I dashed to my bedroom and opened my side table and scrambled through a variety of messes before finding my passport at the bottom of the drawer. I immediately went back to my laptop and started to book a flight. I was about to finalize the details when I remember that I also need to arrange for Apollo to be transported to Bangkok with me.

I started researching how I can transport Apollo and be able to stay with me in the cabin. Most airlines only allow dogs that weigh up to 20lbs inside, but Apollo is well way over that size. Luckily, I found an airline that has a specialized cabin for them and decided to book a flight with them. I researched their requirements and listed down everything according to urgency. I booked Apollo his vet appointment for the next day so I can get his health certificate ASAP. I need to submit it to the airlines. I also planned a trip to the nearest pet store to buy Apollo a travel crate. I also called the airlines to start with the negotiations and as I make sure that I clearly understood everything that I needed to acquire.

I finished booking my ticket with the airline agent. I waited for the confirmation email that contains my travel itinerary. I forwarded it to Palm. I closed my laptop and smiled at Apollo who is happily resting by my feet. I picked up my phone and started dialling Caiden's number. The line rang a few times before he picked up.

"Hello..?" came a female voice. This made me stop on my tracks.

"Cami, is that you?" I asked. Cami is Caiden's sister, Camille's, nickname. She usually jokingly answers her brother's phone to piss him off.

"No, it's Steffanie," was the answer I received.

"Where's Caiden?" I asked as I proceeded to the fridge to see what ingredients I have and plan what to cook. I put the phone down and turned on the speaker.

"He's in the shower," she bit at me. " What do you need from my boyfriend?" she asked snarkily.

Her answer made me roll my eyes and scoff in incredulity. "Give him the phone then, I've heard him do worse," I bit her back.

"Who's that on the phone," I heard Caiden's voice.

"Andie," Steffanie answered.

I heard some scuffling sounds and his roof deck door opening before I heard his voice. "Your girlfriend sure is obnoxious, jerk-face," I remarked as I heard the door close.

"I heard that, bish," he retorted. I laughed as I took out fresh mushrooms and bell peppers. "So, what do you need that you're calling me this early?" he asked.

"Huh?" I looked at my phone, puzzled by his question. "What's the connection between my call and what time it is?" I questioned back as I took out the milk from the fridge door.

"We usually talk at night, Andie," he retorted in his "duh" voice. I rolled my eyes. "So? Why are you calling?" he questioned again.

"Guess I'll be flying to Bangkok in two weeks," I casually shared.

"Wait..! What???!!" I can hear his smile from his voice. "I told you you'll get it!" he added. "Congratulations, Alejandra! You really deserve that offer!" I can hear genuine pride and delight from his tone.

"Thanks, Cai. I just didn't want to get my hopes up and be disappointed in the end," I explained as I took out the chopping board and a knife.

"How long do you plan to stay, this time?" he asked. I started chopping all of the ingredients I took out beginning with the mushrooms.

"I don't know. Let's see if it would last a year. But, if nothing major happens at the end, I just might extend my stay," I answered honestly.

Caiden was silent for a moment. "Take as many projects as you can. Prolong your stay there as much as possible. I can visit you anytime, so don't even bother thinking about us here," he advised. This made me smile.

"I know that you'll be following me even if I don't say it," I joked.

"Damn right I will be!" he proudly announced. "So, when will your flight leave?" he finally asked.

"The Saturday two weeks from now. I think I will be finished with all the paperwork and needed preparations by then," I answered.

"What about your apartment?"

"That's also one of the reasons why I called. Can you handle selling it for me?" I asked.

"Are you sure?" he worriedly asked.

I gave it more thought, "Yeah, I'm sure. Besides, I have your place to crash at if I want to go back here," I joked.

"Well, my mom does welcome your company at any time," he laughed.

"Your mom loves me more than she loves you," I teased him.

"We both know that's a fact," he chuckled. "Do you need my help packing up?" he asked.

"No. But, you can help me by taking me to the airport," I tested the waters. He chuckled, "I need your truck for Apollo and his travel crate," I explained with a laugh.

"I would have driven you to the airport even if you never asked," he shot back with a laugh.

"Thanks, Cai. Get back to your Steffanie and I'll get to my cooking," I said goodbye.

"Just tell me if there's something you need and I'll run to you ASAP," he bid before ending the call. I shook my head at my phone realizing that he did not even wait for my answer before he cut the call.

I proceeded on cooking my meal. I also prepared a meal for Apollo after cooking mine. I placed his food bowl on it holder-slash-stand before I proceeded to eat my meal. Apollo immediately started devouring his meal, which made me laugh as I ate a forkful of mine. Watching Apollo finish his huge bowl of food made me reminisce the times when I first got him. I had just moved into my previous apartment when I came across him on the streets. He did not look like other strays which does not have distinguishable traits right at the bat. You can definitely tell that he's a pure bred puppy. I immediately took him and rushed to the nearest veterinary clinic. Luckily, he was super friendly and trusting when I picked him up from the streets that I did not have any problem with taking him with me.

The veterinarian told me that he, fortunately, has a clean bill of health. He would only need deworming shots and vaccines just to make sure that he'll stay that way. I took him home from the clinic and was surprised at how well-mannered he is for a puppy. He did not cry the whole night, he slept with me on my bed and was patient when I give him his food. I looked for a new apartment to rent as soon as the morning came since the landlord of where I was staying does not allow large-sized pets. I was lucky that I got ahold of my current unit and have stayed ever since. Apollo is my lucky charm. He brings me luck, peace and, most importantly, pure love. I will never exchange Apollo for anything else in this world.

The two weeks that I had to prepare for my move passed by so quickly that it's now the eve of my flight. I received the information regarding my accomodation about a week after the initial call. I also brought Apollo to his vet for the necessary check-up and paper work for the flight. Because I have way too many clothes that I can't possibly bring them all, I decided to divide it between those that I can give away, those I will donate and the ones that I will be bringing with me. I also spent half of the time organizing the things in my little apartment and packing away everything that will be placed in storage.

I checked my luggage one last time, to make sure that I have packed everything and that none of the clothes I decided to bring were mixed with the ones I decided to give away. I had already set aside the clothes I will be wearing for the flight. I looked around my room, seeing the empty surfaces that once held proofs of my existence. I can't help but feel anxious though the feelings of happiness and excitement are overpowering it. Apollo jumped up on my bed and laid his head on my lap.

"I know, big guy. I'm gonna miss this place, too," I smiled down at him as I stroke his huge, fluffy head. "Why don't we go sleep? We've got a big day ahead for us?" I asked him as I reached out to turn off the lights. He snuggled deeper into my side, I gave him one more stroke in the head before I closed my eyes. I can't wait for the new challenges and adventures that await me when dawn breaks.

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The Mystique of Beauty - The Intuitive Functionality to Know Fact and True

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The Mystique of Beauty - The Intuitive Functionality to Know Fact and True

Beauty is one of the most tough time period to define yet one of the simplest phrases to apprehend. We all Recognise what’s stunning and what isn’t. It does not take a 2nd for a person to mention if a girl, a baby, a person , an area, a tune or a poem is stunning or now not. but we rarely Know why it’s miles beautiful. All we Recognize is that we love beautiful things and experience True whilst we see or listen something beautiful.

Random Residence dictionary, defines “Splendor” as a function found in a person, location, item or concept that provides a perceptual experience of pleasure, that means or satisfaction to the thoughts or to the eyes, bobbing up from sensory manifestations consisting of a form, shade, character, sound, layout or rhythm.

yet no person is aware of, what are those characteristics that make a element stunning? On account that natural beauty is based on the notion of the character, it’s miles frequently said that Splendor lies within the eyes of the beholder. Beauty is also considered to be only pores and skin deep because of this that Splendor is superficial and it lacks any substance.

The alternative of Splendor is ugly i.E. What gives us a awful feeling. while we see an ugly aspect, we just do not like it and need to close our sensual notion and mind from that element. All and sundry desires to see Splendor and end up beautiful and dread to turn out to be unsightly. While we see a beautiful thing or meet a lovely man or woman, we simply want to maintain on looking. Einstein used the concept of natural beauty to give an explanation for the Concept of Relativity i.E. How time can expand or settlement

“You spend 30 minutes with a stunning lady, it seems like a second. You spend a second sitting on a hot range, it looks as if 30 minutes”. Beauty is so essential to people that they are able to do whatever to look lovely or attain beautiful matters in lifestyles. The pursuit of human life appears to become lovely or collect lovely things in lifestyles. Splendor has the sort of powerful enchantment that it bewilders all common sense and rationality of the man or woman and sometimes the appeal become deadly. Why is Splendor this kind of effective force?

Splendor way Fact of natural beauty and True

within the historic philosophies, the material body is thought to be the fabric mirrored image of the soul, the spark of the usual soul or God. Hence, if the person is good, it’s miles because the individual has a beautiful soul. it’s miles because of the natural beauty of the soul that people do Exact movements in this international. humans discover their dad and mom and friends beautiful, because they are Right to them. We can hardly discover any Beauty in our enemies as they are not Desirable to us. whilst a chum turns enemy, the same person quit to be lovely.

In Indian philosophy, God is stated to have 3 manifestations on this global i.E. The reality, Suitable and beautiful (Satyam, Shivam, and Sundaram). Consequently, while we find something lovely, it’s miles only because it has the Reality and goodness in it.

Scientists discover secrets and techniques (truths) of nature, due to the fact they locate universe stunning (difficult to assume?). Einstein stated, “I have deep faith that the precept of the universe may be beautiful and simple.”

Jules Henri Poincare, a famous French mathematician, and scientist said

“The scientist does now not examine nature due to the fact it’s far beneficial; he research it because he delights in it, and he delights in it due to the fact it’s far stunning. If nature were no longer stunning, it might not be worth understanding, and if nature were now not worth knowing, lifestyles would no longer be worth dwelling.” The invention of Reality is, consequently, to with the Splendor it holds. For a scientist, the universe isn’t always a dead object however he sees stunning pattern and aesthetics within the nature, which facilitates him discover the secrets of nature. Whilst most people find the arena as an unpleasant location because of its imperfectness like inequality, injustice, disease, a poet sees the equal international as beautiful and creates poetry. A poet can simplest make beautiful poetry, if he reveals Beauty in nature and humans. A logical character or a critique of the arena can in no way discover these Reality of the world as he can in no way see Splendor in this world.

The Evidence of natural beauty

Seeing that Splendor wishes no good judgment, people frequently accuse Splendor of being superficial. The rational humans or scientists be given no information to be true unless verified objectively via experiments and investigations. They often blame the perceptions of natural beauty as biased and prejudiced which has developed inside the human beings inside the method of evolution.

We all Understand that a human body appears stunning, if it’s far within a particular range of body weight relying upon the peak of the character. We don’t discover the body lovely, if it is either too skinny or too fat. yet we can’t say why simplest a selected weight need to make the frame lovely? However, the scientists have determined that what we understand as beautiful is sincerely the nice body weight for fitness and durability. A have a look at performed by way of more than a million participants with the aid of America Cancer Prevention [1] concluded that

.. ultimate frame mass indexes to be among 23.five and 24.9 for guys and 22.zero and 23.4 for women. As frame mass index improved, chance of death increased. Ladies and men, with frame mass indexes of 40.0 or better, accelerated the chance of demise via 250% and 200% respectively. In evaluation, underweight Ladies and men, with body mass indexes of 18.five or lower, multiplied the danger via 26% and 36% respectively. Accordingly, the perception of Splendor is not superficial as it is supported by means of strong scientific research. If, We are able to consider how we, can perceive Beauty of the frame, We can without problems word that our notion of Beauty perhaps vary inside the identical proportion because the effect of frame weight on fitness as if our mind already knows what is good for the frame even without going through the long procedure of research.

As soon as a scientist described to Einstein, how lengthy years of experimentation and studies lead to The invention of the clinical Concept. The spouse of Einstein promptly remarked that her husband (Einstein) might have advanced the same Idea on a bit of paper. Einstein by no means conducted any experiments, however, developed the soundest of the scientific theories from the creativeness of his thoughts as Guy himself a replica of the universe.

We all have the inherent Functionality to distinguish the best from the evil and the Reality from the untruth by means of our capability to look Splendor. whilst we devour an apple, we do not have to send it to laboratory to Know if it is rotten or fresh. We will sincerely by way of searching for it could Realize that it is fresh. A lovely apple is likewise an excellent apple for health.

What is ideal?

The first aspect to understand is what is ideal? We will outline goodness from the angle of self and the world. One may be Desirable to the arena, if his movements are for the good of the sector. In addition, one can also be True if his movements are Desirable for him. An unsightly Guy, therefore, must be one that is not simplest bad for the arena but also awful for himself.

However, We can argue, why one would really like to do whatever that is dangerous to self. yet there is no dearth of such moves. As an example, if one eats an excessive amount of and become obese, it is simply now not Correct for his very own health. Further smoking, additions etc also are not Properly for one’s personal self. All selfish movements are to start with Correct for the individual however steadily emerge as terrible for him, if those moves are not Right for the society. The challenge For this reason lies in locating a manner that isn’t best Correct for self however additionally Suitable for the society. All a success men and women and businessman reveals a way to locate their Exact in the goods of others. For instance, Bill Gates is the richest person inside the international, now not by way of doing any harm to the society however by bringing outstanding benefit to the society. As a result, he additionally have become a wealthy Guy.

But, when a person focuses simplest on egocentric gain without any difficulty for the world, he creates an imbalance within the world that makes the character awful. This leads to the direction of untruth and evil. Such someone steadily becomes unattractive and unpleasant because the evil begins getting meditated on his frame and the face.

What is ideal additionally relies upon at the man or woman and the conditions. A sunny day many look beautiful in the bloodless winters and cold countries however extraordinarily unattractive for the human beings of the tropical and warm nations. The female might also appearance extremely beautiful to a lover but best ordinary to other Ladies and men. Hills may be lovely for the human beings residing in the obvious or in warmer places but may also appearance unattractive to the native who can also discover the current global of department stores and urban lifestyles more attractive. A western track can be appealing to some but repulsive to others.

Accordingly our notion to Splendor has also a purpose. The appeal relies upon not simplest the object of natural beauty but additionally our mental make-up. we find Splendor in matters that enhances ourselves. It force of enchantment due to natural beauty may be compared with the force of enchantment of the electrical adjustments. The other draws and once they meet they neutralize each different. So often we’re attracted closer to something which we lack. often, we aren’t even aware what’s missing unless we find something attractive. The Beauty is Thus a guide to reap the missing something in us in order that We can have greater gratifying and contented life.

Yoga: The name of the game of Splendor

The name of the game of the herbal Beauty lies inside the mantra Reality, Right, and Splendor (Satyam, Shivam and Sundaram). To look beautiful outdoor, one has to be Desirable inner. the best feeling can come simplest with the aid of being Exact and honest. If one will become bad for others, he has to pay the price along with his Beauty.

Yoga, one of the ancient techniques for Excellent heat, method union. It defies all medical theories as human beings use yoga to lessen weight and grow to be healthful no longer with the aid of burning energy in gymnasium or with the aid of medicinal drug however without a doubt by means of convenient postures of the frame designed many hundreds of years in the past that calls for subject of the body and mind. Yoga way union i.E. The union of frame and mind with the soul on private stage and the union of person soul to the standard soul or the soul of the world on the other level. Yoga, is used everywhere in the world, to make oneself lovely as it brings the goodness and Fact inside the character. However, Once the person end up lovely, he mechanically gets the proper body weight and also fitness and Excellent fitness.

The Demanding situations of being lovely

some humans are born beautiful however different acquires Splendor with the aid of conscious effort. often the most grow to be people end up unattractive because of their lifestyle and evil actions. Who could locate Splendor in an obese person or in a criminal? But, often very ordinary looking individual become very attractive due to their achievements. it is in particular real about Man who appears to turn out to be greater appealing with their achievements and Proper deeds.

As believed in the Indian philosophies, Beauty is the manifestation of God in this world. Consequently, if a person start doing evil acts, he start drifting from God to Satan. Soon the man or woman might begin searching unpleasant too. His face and body could rework in a way that he might lose all Splendor. He could lose health and health. He could fall sick frequently. He would turn out to be obese or underweight so that you can lose his vitality and health. His face might end up cruel or pale without serenity and Splendor.

It is not an insignificant accident that no dictator or evil character has ever been stunning. Conversely, a lovely character can not be cruel or evil. One evidence of this declaration is that women, who epitomize Splendor, can rarely kill harmless humans or dedicate homicide. the girl represents Beauty Subsequently they also mean what is ideal for the society. They hazard their own existence to create a new existence.

We additionally locate that each one kid are lovely. It isn’t a trifling an accident that every one child are also True. They love each advent of the world consisting of innate gadgets like dolls, toys, and animals. most of the caricature movies and the children’s movie display kindness to animals. but as a man grows, he loses his Beauty, if he starts of evolved dropping goodness.

Mystery of Beauty

Beauty is one of the most important preference of people For this reason a super largest enterprise possibility for the businessmen. The beauty enterprise is a multi-billion dollar business today all over the international. yet can any cosmetics make you lovely. The Splendor because of cosmetics is honestly superficial and regularly reasons long-term damage to the person. The proper Secret of Splendor lies in coming across Truth and goodness inside the international and within oneself. Once someone has received inner Splendor, his body and face start emitting the Beauty of the soul to the world. One should also use his or her perception of Splendor as a guide to reap a more enjoyable existence in this world. Splendor is, therefore, the maximum stunning element inside the world because it comes to each person certainly without any education or study, yet it represents the Truth and goodness of this international.

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MAC held their February assembly

President Linda Cornelius welcomed 26 contributors and guests to the Washington Carnegie Public Library for the monthly Monday Afternoon Membership assembly Feb. 6. Secretary Kim Wagner read the minds from the preceding meeting and Treasurer Julie Bassler gave the treasurer’s file.

The nominating committee supplied a slate of officers to be voted on the annual commercial enterprise meeting in March.

The MAC Moment changed into supplied by means of honorary member Mary Lou Gotwald. Her first reminiscence of MAC changed into in the early 50s watching her mother, Mary Norton, practicing here-book presentation again and again and dressing up in a hat and gloves for the weekly meeting.

Gotwald truly shared part of MAC when you consider that 1956 as a baby when she finished with the Jr. Ballet Organisation for this system.

As a young person with a husband, 3 children and working in health care, research to put in writing a paper to give a application become mentally stimulating. In assessment of the 43 years of membership and application research, she located it nonetheless hit home with our us of a and authorities nowadays. books recommended then and now to examine, “Doublespeak,” by using William Lutz, and George Orwell’s “1984.”

Gotwald challenged the MAC contributors to live informed and intellectually engaged in order that they will continue to be educated members of society, persevering with the item of Monday After Membership — literary cultivation and the examine of sociology.

The commentator, Gayle Ostby, offered a humorous and really informative narrative on “The Starting place of Valentine’s Day.” The beginnings of Valentine traditions date again to the Romans, a few as far lower back at forty-four BCE. Linked to the Roman gods the festival changed into initially approximately shepherds and bringing fitness and fertility to their herds. Then additionally it celebrated Lupa, the she-wolf that nursed the legendary founders of Rome, Romulus and Remus, to health.

Rapid ahead to the 18th century wherein in Britain the exchanging of hand-crafted love notes had end up famous. This subculture quickly caught on in The USA. in the 1850s, Esther Howland, whose father owned a massive ebook and stationery store, notion mass production of such playing cards could be a exceptional way to make cash and, as they are saying, the relaxation is records.

Bev Summers added the guest speaker, Jim Pearson, the grandson of former kingdom Sen. Homer E. Capehart. Pearson’s mother changed into the youngest of the Capehart children and he spent a terrific deal of time with his grandfather. Pearson shared that it become smooth to speak at the difficulty and it changed into obvious he spoke as a passionate observer.

Homer Earl Capehart become a younger guy from a small city in southern Indiana, salesman, farmer and baby-kisser. In 1927 he installed the automated Phonograph Agency. He is also called “The daddy of the Jukebox,” on account that he persuaded Wurlitzer to produce the coin-operated phonograph jukebox. And Capehart changed into a Wurlitzer income supervisor.

Concerns about the way things were getting in 1938, he took it upon himself to level a substantial amassing which have become referred to as the “Cornfield Convention” on his 1,800-acre farm and 25,000 Republicans came to the event.

The almost deafening oratory was non-prevent. There was a blue and white striped tent, bigger than the tent of a three-ring circus, where eight,500 were seated for a meal. There have been dozens of smaller tents on 120 surround acres. 40-5 hundred fried chickens, forty,000 baked clams, and untold numbers of watermelons had been fed on.

The future senator spent an astronomical $forty,000 to efficiently appeal to countrywide political leaders to the event and it turned out to be a turning factor in countrywide politics.

The following assembly may be March 6 and can be at yet every other treasure of Daviess County, the Irish Background Middle, placed at Cornin in the St. Patrick’s Church.

The quick Awkward Lifestyles of Mac Remora – Element II

So that they sat there within the the front of the Training Middle, it turned into Saturday, sat there within the colour below a few wide-topped umbrella searching bushes, a busy avenue out of doors the gate of the navy base, they sat on a stretch of grass that ran the length of the vintage Global Struggle barracks, now used as the Education Center, where they held training from the University of Maryland. Past the stretch of grass, the iron fence to the bottom, across the motorway, Past all that, were guesthouses, Beyond that changed into the metropolis-permit of Babenhausen. whilst he noticed Remora’s curiosity he put his pen and paper to the side, snapped up onto his feet. The other students became away with their faces empty, and endured to write out their zoological papers.

They had unknowingly each decided at that point to break faraway from the norm, and now not be independent, but a bit extra interdependent in deciding on and going to College instructions. They could devour collectively after college, find a bar and Lee might get drunk, as Mac in no way did, however he relied on Lee’s Company, paid for his meals, his food, and beverages, even the gas, in no way soliciting for a cent, stated once, “You’ll never discover a better bigger than me!” And Lee assured himself he would not.

At times Lee got too under the influence of alcohol to even speak, as Mac remained distinguished, and to the ones young girls around him, he changed into thoughtful, Lee became a bit to the opposite. It would even have regarded to Mac’s admirers, it would be a damn sight easier for him to dispose of Lee, keep his money, and not ought to watch Lee drinking to country-code, due to the fact this became apparently extra than a phase for him, more like a way of life.

“How is the whole lot going?” Mac would ask Lee, in the course of the ones ingesting spells, that best stopped whilst he changed into on duty, and he’d solution, “Oh, I’m first-rate…” and retain ingesting, and you’d think the night time had long past to pot, however it did not segment Mac all that a lot. There was evidently a cause for Mac’s generosity.

Chapter five Black Market

“I am sorry,” Remora stated looking at Sergeant Lee Erwin Wright, looking at him in his American army uniform, his white American face, that was square and sturdy, and would continue to be that way all the manner to his mid Nineteen Fifties, and Remora mentioned his wavy auburn hair for once, as he held his hat and the wind blew all of it, every which way, his first-rate sparkling bluish-green eyes, only dimly dubious, a stable top nose, top lip thin, lower lip fuller, a good-looking jaw. “I am sorry, amigo, but you need to understand all those instances I’ve taken you out to eat, and buy you drinks-oh don’t get me incorrect, I don’t mind doing it-however I need a choose, I need to be able to lend me your ration playing cards, for whiskey and cigarettes.”

(Lee were selling his rationed whiskey to a bar down in Munster via Dieburg, getting double its value, but Remora were spending twice that quantity on his nightly drinking and consuming after classes on the College. So what should he do, Lee concept. He became already in debt to him, and he liked Remora, and his sporty Mercedes he drove in, even borrowed it to him now and then. And here the company became apologizing, due to the fact he couldn’t have the funds for to retain his lavished living on him, if indeed he could not make a contribution some thing. What could he say?

“Don’t worry about the cigarettes, I got ration playing cards from numerous of my buddies for that item, and I realize you smoke, but I know you don’t drink whiskey, instead beer, I positive could use your card!” Lee bolted like a rabbit, while a fox just grabs him, and gave him the cardboard, he’d make possibly even greater than he turned into making, he knew each bar in town, and nightclub, and PX within fifty miles. And for the most Component, Lee Wright become wondering, what the heck you could do with a man like that, that talked so easily, but however turned into right, and beneficent, Lee surprised.

Lee checked out Mac together with his cheerful bluish-green eyes, but sturdy Army combat, Struggle eyes, eyes that have visible death and destruction in Vietnam, in 1971, and Mac knew he changed into no coward, depend-of-truth, he knew he became or will be risky, even along with his excellent smile, in case you did not word how his eyes showed that, it was to 1’s disadvantage (but Mac had heard, but now not said a phrase on it heard he taught a squadron on the 545th Ordnance Business enterprise, karate techniques, and played difficultly, so difficult the squadron protested, and he stopped their education because they have been as he said, “Cry infants”).

“in the morning if you like Lee, you can come with me and notice how I do my black-Market business, my buying. Perhaps I’m able to restoration it up for you,” he said. “We’re going to never get wealthy, but We will live well inside the intervening time.”

“Okay, in the morning if you want,” remarked Sergeant Wright. This was sincerely the way to accept it, notion Mac; he ought to inform a factor or about soldiers, he become one for two years. He turned into eager about America, even though he decided to stay in West Germany, and had learned to talk German nearly in addition to he ought to speak English, and perhaps spoke extra German than English. however of direction, Lee could not, I simply he spoke German, but should simplest understand, each 5th phrase or so, and his vocabulary becomes restrained to possibly one-hundred phrases if that.

The morning was as vibrant and warm as they arrive. ‘right here’s Mac,’ Lee mumbled to himself, out of doors of his condo on base, inside the housing vicinity, where he lived. He walked over to his vehicle looking refreshed and joyful. but he wasn’t honestly atypical, Mac notion, no, not ordinary, one of a kind, he knew tons extra than what he said, he’d not let on to what he did recognize either, usually wondering, with that reddish finishing touch.

“How’s Belinda,” commented Lee, Mac’s fiancée to be. He had handiest visible her once, a trainer that labored across the street at the Yankee faculty, for the children added over to Germany from the States with the aid of their army families. She was a pearl, the concept, a lightly black female that had-oh, a good deal greater magnificence than Mac. “were getting alongside excellent, I simply do not want to get engaged pretty yet, but she’s pregnant, I simply located out, so I bet I’ll have to earlier than later. Belinda became very spectacular idea Lee, ‘You will kill the very thing you adore,’ thought Lee because he knew Mac’s personality demanded he still gets his oats out, in the wild girl jungle, the one he creates and destroys. In lots of a night Membership women simply flocked over him, a few stripped in front of him, to get his attention. Whatever he had, it becomes as if it became voodoo or some black magic over these women.

As they went from PX, to PX, to German shops, and bars, Lee noticed he had a network of buyers for his whiskey and cigarettes, and he’d even forestall at a few residences of soldiers, get their ration cards, he made a bundle of cash this early morning, to forenoon-Sergeant Wright contemplated. And he even stopped to mention hello at a tennis court, to a younger woman named Melody Brown (he didn’t realize at the time, she was seventeen and the daughter of Sergeant Robert Brown, despite the fact that she appeared her age), Sergeant Brown being a sergeant that worked in one of the units on the Babenhausen military complex. but he would in a while discovering plenty extra. Lee thought, ‘If certainly, he had something happening with Melody, the Army turned into difficult and cruel on such predatory matters, and so have been the infantrymen with their daughters, revengeful on the predators. The woman turned into appealing, and he ought to see the younger guys around her have been long gone to portions nervously together with her, Mac approached her softened and handled her as though he had magic.

‘They can’t recognize that lots at her age,’ Lee thought. Lee was grateful that Mac had long past to displaying him his Life, but why? And why turned into the fooling around with a younger, Excessive school girl,’ (so he concluded), he requested himself. She got here running over to his automobile as they were about to take off, “I am coming with you,” she stated, searching for Lee for an instantaneous, then again to Mac.

“No, you’re no longer,” he stated. “Oh, yes, I’m,” and she or he opened the back door and jumped in. “you’re no longer staying for something,” he stated.

“not for something?” she said. Lee had felt he might have neglected something in all this, however, she became soliciting for it, and he changed into inclined, and while she left, Mac was given thinking, as she went off to cry as though he desired to take her with him however it becomes for some purpose too risky. To Lee, she regarded hell of an adorable child, with all of the woman parts, and she seemed to understand the approaches of a person and girl, however, did not she realize she’d be harm through him finally? It was the damnedest aspect, both gambling the damnedest recreation.

Lee had asked to be dropped off on the NCO Club (Non-commissioned officers Membership) figuring Mac would placed on every other show for him the next day, or Monday, earlier than later, but he desired no greater nowadays, and this would supply him a time to straighten things out in the event that they wished to straighten out with Melody, because Lee’s senses advised him, he become still thinking, thinking about on her.

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