#of differnt tones up and down

[nick-close]

Exactly 5 minutes into a Pokémon go to the polls relisten and I had to pause so I can vocal stim

[reginamillls]

I'm... stuck, on a differnt fic that I'm writing for a friend, so I'm putting up this drabble to like shake the cobweb

so idk here some buddietommy vampire/witch/werewolf au

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Eddie comes up to the unassuming cabin, set deep in the woods, and thinks, not for the first time, that what he is doing is possibly the craziest thing he's ever done.

And that was saying a lot in his life.

The reward though? That was what was pushing Eddie to travel hundreds of miles from home with very limited information.

The money was good, almost too good to be true, but Eddie needed it.

He had found the advertisement on a curse breaking forum that he often took to when he needed some quick cash. Hundreds of comments had said that it was a skam, that no one could be foolish enough to believe it.

Some even said it was a hunter's trap.

Eddie could understand the skepticism, he himself felt it as well, how could you not? But the more he thought of it, the more something was just pulling him to the post, to the people asking for help.

Eddie has always had good instincts.

When he reached out via email and hadn't heard anything for a month, and just when Eddie was starting to believe that the whole thing was a hoax, he recieved an email.

It was a simple email. It had coordinates and a reciept for a round trip plane ticket to northern California.

There was no more information, and Eddie probably thinks that they were protecting themselves.

He pulls up the truck, parking it on the rough driveway. The cabin wasn't very large, maybe three rooms total, but it looked well taken care of. The forest around them was thick, the shadows vast throughout, but Eddie couldn't help but admire it's beauty.

Magic hummed through the woods around him and he could feel it dance along his skin, inviting him in.

There's movement near the porch, and Eddie stills, waiting to see who he was dealing with.

Or what.

A man comes out, tall with bright blue eyes and a birthmark kissed on his brow. He looks strong, like he could take Eddie down in a fight, and there was an air of power that sat around his shoulders.

The magic around him was old, and it moved slowly, as if slowed down by time.

Vampire.

Eddie has met them before, had even served with some in the Army, but Vampires had a tendancy to stick around with their own kind.

He braces himself, but the man surprised Eddie by smiling. There's relief clear on his face as he bounds down the stair case towards Eddie, his movements arent rushed or predatory, but instead welcoming.

"You came!" Closer Eddie can see the beinings of the man's pointed canines and feel how old the magic is around his skin. He's old, but not the oldest vampire Eddie has ever met. "I was afriad that maybe you would think this was a skam."

"Thirty thousand dollars feels like a skam," Eddie says, his voice incredulous. "Almost all of the comments was calling you out, some even said you were a hunter."

The vampire winces.

"I didn't want to give too much away," He confesses and despite the light tone of his voice, Eddie can see the hint of desperation in his eyes. "A lot of witches won't help a vampire."

"They have their reasons," Eddie agrees. He watches the vampire for a moment, the air around him is old, but he was frozen in time at the same age Eddie is now. He looks youthful, and the part of Eddie that has kept him alive for so long tells him that depite being a vampire, the man isn't a danger to him in this moment.

"I won't deny that," The man conceeds and he dips his head. "Even coming out here to see if you can do anything to break this curse is something more than I could hope for. I'll give you money for that, I promise."

"You paid for first class tickets," Eddie says. The experience had been surreal but Eddie had enjoyed it. "The least I could do is give you more information on the curse."

His brows furrow as he looks at the vampire and his magic reaches out and curls around... nothing.

"You aren't cursed," Eddie says, confused. The vampire nods his head.

"Yeah ah- my husband is," The vampire explains and his hand goes to his chest, bringing attention to the chain with two gold rings that Eddie had missed earlier.

"Where is he?" Eddie asks, looking around. He doesn't sense anyone else, but he couldn't be sure with vampires. There were stories of some that could completely hide themselves from magic, a cautionary tale for witches.

"He comes and goes," The vampire says. "I can't really- he doesn't listen very well anymore," He says and there is pain in his voice as he says it. "But he always comes back to me, eventually."

The vampire huffs then, and when he looks at Eddie he has the welcoming smile from before. "I feel silly, not knowing your name," He holds out his hand for Eddie then before offering his name. "Evan Buckley," He introduces. "People call me Buck."

"Eddie," He says, giving no last name. He's surprised that Buck had given his fully, there was power in a name, especially with witches.

Buck must actually trust Eddie.

"Well,Eddie, why don't I show you in," Buck says. "If you need to do any spells to feel safe, you're more than welcomed to." He says, and Eddie guesses Buck can feel the enchanted charms in his satchel.

The charm around his neck is the strongest though, blessed by his coven and carries the love of his son.

Even if Buck had wanted to attack him, Eddie could hold his own.

"I made up the guest room," Buck says. "And I went grocery shopping. I wasn't sure what to get-" He laughs nervously as he leads Eddie inside and Eddie just blinks at first. He's never been in a vampire's home before.

He never imagined it would be warm like this.

There's a mattress on the ground in front of the big fireplace, covered in blankets. A small couch sits next to it. There's a TV that looks like it's at least twenty years old and shelves filled with books and movies, all in VHS tapes or DVDs.

The kitchen is homey looking, big enough to actually work around with but nothing modern. Eddie knows some vampires still eat even if they don't need to, he wonders if Buck is one of them.

Buck shows Eddie to his room. It's small, but the bed looks clean and comfortable and he sets down his bags and follows Buck back out.

"I know your husband isn't here," Eddie starts. "But I wan't to know what we are dealing with." He says and Buck nods his head. They sit at the small breakfast nook and Buck gives Eddie a bottle of water that he accepts.

"How old is the curse?" Eddie asks, its the first thing he learned about breaking curses. You need to understand the power of the curse and the age of it. Curses festered like a wound, the older it was, the harder it was to get rid of.

"Twenty four years, eight months, 11 days," Buck says and Eddie's eyes widen and Buck's smile is self depricating. If the curse was this old, he had to know how impossible this might be.

"Buck-" Eddie starts, and stops. He's struggling for words, this is something that could be too big for him.

"I know-" Buck sighs, and Eddie can see how this has weighed on him, how even if his body hasn't aged, his soul has. "I'll tell you anything you want. Whatever you need you can have."

"I can't promise you anything," Eddie has to clarify, he wouldn't feel right if he didn't.

"Its still more hope then we've had in a few years now," Buck smiles saddly. "I appreciate your honesty. We've had a lot of false leads. They've taken our things and run, but at the end of the day, that doesn't matter to me. Wealth isn't an issue."

"Where is your husband?" Eddie asks and Buck looks outside the window, searching for something. Whatever he sees makes him smile though and Buck stands and gestures for Eddie to follow him. They go to the back porch where Eddie can really see the great vastness of the forest around them.

"He probably heard you coming up the road," Buck explains. "Stay on the porch though just in case. Some days are good and I know he's there, but if he's not-"

Eddie nods, understanding that there's some danger here.

There's movement in the trees, something big and Eddie doesn't know what to expect but there's a few spells at the tip of his fingers, ready to protect himself.

"Hey beautiful-" Buck says softly and the shadow comes closer, and it parts the foliage as it does.

It's a wolf.

Eddie was not expecting a werewolf.

As the wolf steps closer, Eddie takes a step back. It's massive, with dark fur and blue eyes. His head bowed is easily at Eddie's shoulder and he can feel the magic coming off of him.

The curse is twisted in it, an ugly feeling that is intertwined deeply with the werewolf's own magic. It's dark and ugly, angry. Whoever cursed him was angry.

"Tommy?" Buck asks, and Eddie can see that's hes bracing for himself for something, and Eddie thinks back on some of Buck's previous comments, sees the two rings around Buck's neck-

The whole picture is coming together.

It's a bleak one.

Tommy stops, and he sniffs at the air, looking every bit the apex predator that he is. The forest around them was completely silent, and Eddie held his own breath.

Tommy steps forward and touches his nose to Buck's outstretch hand.

"Hey you," Buck says and he sounds so happy as he pulls Tommy's head into a hug, scracthing behind his ear and kissing his snout. "You came just at the right time. We have a guest."

Tommy woofs softly, pushing Buck away with his nose to get a look at Eddie.

"He's my Tommy," Buck says to Eddie, and gestures him to step forward. "Tommy, this is Eddie, he's going to try and help us."

Eddie holds out his hand like Buck did earlier, palm up, and Tommy lays his large snout in his hand. Looking in his eyes, Eddie sees a lot of pain and worry there, but he also sees a little bit of hope, the same that he can see in Buck's.

"You're stuck like this, aren't you?" Eddie guesses and Tommy slowly blinks his eyes while Buck pets at his neck.

"For almost twenty-five five years now," Buck says, voice thick and Tommy turns from Eddie and pushes his head into Buck's shoulder, and whines saddly.

"At first I got to have him again on the full moons," Buck says. "We had some hope, traveling around the world, trying to find anyone who could break the curse, but then the last few years, he hasn't been able to change back."

"I'm loosing him," Tears fall from Buck's eyes. "I don't know how much we have until he's gone completely."

Eddie understood then, that he was their last hope.

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

First impressions:

Everyone lol- minus Yeves and Keith since Morgan met them both at the Goodwill Gala (both POV's for Gilbert and Silvio), also Carlo!

Sorry if Nokoto and Jin come off as dicks here- it's Morgan's first impression of them and so none really knows them unless otherwise specified-

Wtf- this was originally gonna be just Gil and Sil- T-T

Silvio and Morgan

TW: Implications of abuse

Morgan's perspective:

Morgan was in a city on the mountainside that separated Bennonite and Obsideian. Exaughsted, pain, runaway, Obsidianate. All those things were clear just by looking at them.

But they were ignored.

Eventually they just collapsed in the middle of the road.

"Whats this?"

They weakly looked up at a blue haired man. The man sighed and picked up Morgan.

"Come on- let's get ya fixed up"

He took them to a tailor shop first and got them some clothes that actually fit them.

Then he took them to a villa that he owned and let them rest there for the night.

The next morning a grand brekfast was before them.

They couldn't eat it.

"..."

"What? Do you need permission to eat?"

'I don't trust you.'

"... did you do anything to me..."

"How dare you- I didn't do shit. I could have any woman I want lady."

Morgan teared up and shook at the aggressiveness of the steange man, muttering an apology.

"Names Silvio Ricci. That's the name of the man who rescued you... I dont expect much. I just want to help ya out..."

His tone clearly changed... but why?

"Whats your name?"

"Huh..?"

"I'm sure ya got a name right? If you don't I-"

"... Morgan. I-im Morgan."

It was probably clear I haven't used that name before... but... I've changed... I am differnt so. I want to be the new me around 'Silvio'

"Got a family name?"

"Solase-"

Probably should choose a new last name too- dad is a good buisness man. So... its best to cut that tie too...

"Morgan Solase, ok"

This man ate very elegantly. And wore clearly expensive things. He probably was a nobleman at the very least, maybe even a Bennonite prince?

'If i made it...'

"...where are we?"

"Bennonite, don't worry, you escaped"

A wave of relief crashed over them. Tears flooded from their eyes.

Silvio sighed and went over to them, a hand gentley wiped their tears. They shook at first before relaxing into the gesture.

"Don't worry... you're safe now... I'll help ya get a good life here..."

They nodded and just sobbed quietly

Silvios POV:

Silvio was on a mission for the king. Aparantly warriors from Obsidian have found a way trough the mountains and are causeing troubble.

He was in a crowd of people, before a brunette caught his eye. Everyone was ignoring her, and she looked like she crawled out of hell.

Well, at the very least- Obsidian by the clothing.

He walked over to the collapsed woman

"Come on- let's get ya fixed up-"

He got them some clothes, paying for it with no mind to the price.

He then took her to the villa he was staying in while he was visiting.

She fell asleep on the carrage ride there, he sighed a bit. A little annoyed he dosenr get to question the lady and get her name at least. But... she was clearly exaughsted.

He had Carlo take her to the guest room and had the extra clothes that already fit there too.

He needed to have a spy look into some Obsidian Military wives. What else could she be?

When the next morning came around, Silvio was haveing his normal drink and brekfast, waiting for the special guest.

When she showed up, oddly enough, it was a mix of a underdress and the pants that she wore before. Odd

When she sat down, she just silently stared at the food.

'She dosent trust me'

"What, ya need permission to eat?"

'You can- you don't have ta starve yourself-'

"... did you do anything to me..."

'... the hell happend to you while in Obsidian.'

"How dare you- I didn't do shit. I could have any woman I want lady."

She flinched and looked at her lap

'Shit. I scared her. She is a skiddish puppy right now...'

"Names Silvio Ricci. That's the name of the man who rescued you... I dont expect much. I just want to help ya out..."

"Whats your name?"

'Atleast tell me that'

"Huh..?"

"I'm sure ya got a name right? If you don't I-"

"... Morgan. I-i'm Morgan."

'Heh, it works well for ya'

"Got a family name?"

'Real or fake names, it's somethjng to call you and a good start for everything that's gonna happen'

"Solase-"

"Morgan Solase, ok"

'It fits well-'

Silvio continued to eat, in hopes she gets an appetite to ear aswell.

"...where are we?"

'You don't know just by my name? Obsidian is quite cut off then-'

"Bennonite, don't worry, you escaped"

Relief washed over her face as tears welled up.

'Great a crybaby like... I'll do better this time...'

Silvio got up and wiped their tears, just like he did with Valerio.

"Don't worry... you're safe now... I'll help ya get a good life here..."

'Thank you for this chance Valerio...'

Gilbert and Morgan:

Before meeting Silvio, Morgan was known as Viola Fox

And I haven't yet finished Gilbert's route- I just started it- so- y e a h

Viola's POV:

Dad had picked her up from school that day and now he was talking to a seemingly rich man about buisness.

Viola didn't really care tough, she was busy giveing the family horse treats! She really adored the animal.

"Hey! Another kid!"

A boy with black hair and red eyes rushed over to Viola excitedly.

"Woah- slow down- we don't wanna spook her-"

"Oh- sorry-"

The boy walked over to her, smileing happily

She didn't pay too much mind. Sunshine, their white horse, was jn need of affection after a long day if school.

"Whats your name?"

"I'm Viola- what's yours?"

"I'm Gilbert!"

They both smiled at eachother as they talked about things that kids would talk about.

"I'm surprised your horse isn't scared-"

"Why would she be?"

"Animals don't often like me..."

"Wanna pet her!?"

Viola grinned and took the boys hand and leads it to petting the horse.

"Ah- prince Gilbert! What are you doing outside?-"

"There was another kid so I-"

"You know you'll get sick if you do- you can invite your friend inside next time- alright?-"

Gilbert looked down and nodded a bit. Viola just smiled at him.

"Hey- that means there will be a next time! I'll be sure of it and come again with my dad!"

"Really!"

Viola grinned and nodded, earing a hug from Gilbert before they parted.

Gilbert's POV:

Gilbert was inside a manchine in one of the locations that his family had taken over. They had been gaurded of him because he was recently sick from traveling to such a location for his studies.

He. Was. Bored.

Then, the door was awnserd. So, why not cause some mischift?

He saw two men, one of the ministers and probably a seller. He looked outside to get an idea of what was being sold.

But the goods didn't catch his eye. It was a girl, around his age. She was tending to the horse loveingly.

He was excited. He wasn't alone anymore!

He ran out an exit nearby.

"Hey! Another kid!"

He couldn't help it, he was running, he wasn't the best but, he couldn't hold it back.

"Woah- slow down- we don't wanna spook her-"

"Oh- sorry-"

Hm? Oh right- animals often get spooked by him. He quickly slowed down, exaughstion comeing in quick, but he made it to the girl.

"Whats your name?-"

He barely managed to ask it, but the girl seemed distracted by the horse. Atleast he wouldn't appear weak-

"I'm Viola! What's yours?"

"I'm Gilbert!"

He wasn't going to say his last name- he didn't want her to fear him. He wanted a friend.. like Chalaver- except a girl- and much closer too!

Now to keep the conversation going!

"I'm surprised your horse isn't scared-"

"Why would she be?"

He was a little shocked by that. But, also appriviative of it.

"Animals don't often like me..."

Then, he saw a glow in her eyes

"Wanna pet her!?"

He was shocked, then she grabbed his hand and led him to gentley pet the horse. It was nice... to not have something fear you..

But... all good things must come to an end-

"Ah- prince Gilbert! What are you doing outside?-"

He frowned softly and looked at the servant

"There was another kid so I-"

He tried to protest, he wanted to stay, he wanted to be a kid...

"You know you'll get sick if you do- you can invite your friend inside next time- alright?-"

He looked down. He was going to lose any chance again. She knew he was a prince now... she knew he was sick. She knew he was a weak prince...

"Hey- that means there will be a next time! I'll be sure of it and come again with my dad!"

Viola smiled a comforting and safe smile at him. It meant the world to him. He couldn't help but grin back at the girl

"Really!"

She glowed like the sun...

Carlo:

It was after Silvio saved them, and they cried infront of the man.

Carlo walked in after the two of them had brekfast.

"Morgan, this is Carlo, my Marine Biologist."

They both just- kind of, quietly waved at eachother

"Ok- so no leaveing you two alone because its gonna be weird"

"I don't get why we would have to talk... its just to fill the silence in the air that sometimes make people uncomfortable..."

Carlo just excitedly nodded in agreement

"I know- it's just so annoying to come up with little things to talk about when it's just stupid and uninteresting to the both of us!"

"Exactly"

They smiled a bit at the glimmer of understanding.

Sarel:

TW: talk of issues around minority groups

There Morgan was, Silvio asked if they could distract Sarel so he can get some information on Belle. So, they were in his office, haveing some rose tea.

'You better find something important Silvio.'

They let out a soft sigh.

"So, I'm quite curious on how you got your job as- what was it again?-"

"The Bennotian Minority Representitive."

"Yes- that very real position. How is it"

"If you're implying I'm only there for what?- sex?- a spy?- I'm not. I'm working with the Bennotian Minorities, like myself."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I work with current and past solders, I work with immigrants, with queer people, with those who are disabled. Anyone who isn't apart of the majority who are more likely to be shut out and ignored for their problems."

"I'm sure Rohdinite has those same problems too."

"Well..  we have only recently been accepting of the LGBTQ+ and other religious beliefs..."

"Exactly. I'm going around and makekng sure those who need help get that help. I'm makeing sure harmony is among the people."

"Well, it's quite the interesting position. I'm sure if you talked to Prince Yeves and Prince Leon about this, they would be able to take that perspective in"

"Alright then..."

They let out a sigh and drank their tea.

"I do wonder, what about you brought the Jangler to you?"

"Prince Silvio found me on the streets. I was suffering... so he took me in and found me a job where I exell at..."

"So we are much alike in that."

"Witch prince found you?"

"It was actually the king-"

"Atleast you get along with yours..."

Morgan felt a migrane thinking about the Bennotian king and how much they wanted to hit him over the head with a chair. Or his throne. That works too.

"Yes, it was quite the experence for a poor boy to suddenly be moved to the palace and take care of a bunch of princes-"

"That..."

They recognized the parentification. But quieted themself. The king could still be alive... if they are telling the truth of course- so they quieted themself

"We're you going to say something?"

They shook their head, and the two of them talked about their princes and some politics aswell. It ended up being a good talk

Rio:

Morgan's new job was to distract Rio since they have Sarel a little distracted with a Rohdinite Minority Representitive.

Honestly, unexpected but they were glad Sarel took in their perspective. But now- it's time to focious on Rio

"Thank you for comeing into town with me- Carlo was too busy to come-"

"Carlo...?"

"A good friend of mine, he also works for Silvio-"

Rio's face imedeately looked annoyed, and he didn't try to hide it. That was one good thing

"Ok, I won't talk about him while we're out. But I do want to do some bakeing- do you know any good places?"

Rio excitedly nodded and the two of them went around the local town and bought the groceries needed for Morgan's goal

"What are you going to make if I may ask?"

"Well, I'm best when I bake cookies- so I'd tought I should make some for everyone- but I am also good with pie crust... no- cookies are easier to share among big groups!"

Rio giggled a bit

"Something about that reminds me of my misteress-"

"Hm? I wonder why... but I'm glad I remind you if someone who clearly means alot to you"

They smiled at Rio

"As a treat for helping me today, you will be my taste tester!"

Rio smiled and nodded a bit

"Alright! That abounds good!"

Morgan could just see his tail wags excitedly. He and Silvio really are brothers...

When Morgan finished the cookies they gave Rio one and kept one to themself.

"Oh wow! Its amazing!"

Morgan smiled brightly and ate their own

"Really! I'm glad! I can't wait to share them with everyone!"

Little did they know, an eye was watching them. Silently. J e a l i o u s l y.

Luke:

Morgan was walking in the garden, admiring it. They still couldn't get used to palaces and palace liveing after a year of it. It wasn't consistent tough... so that's alright-

Then- they were knocked over by something heavy falling from the sky

"Huh...? What?- a soft landing?-"

The man looked down at Morgan and realized

"Oh! I'm sorry- I didn't mean to fall out of the tree-"

Luke got up and helped Morgan up

"Its alright- I've been trough worse-"

They shrugged it off and dusted any bit of dirt off themself. They also moved their body to check to see if anything broke or sprained.

Luke clearly felt guilty tough

"But- hm... how about I get us some sweets as an apology- I know a good place- and I heard you really like them-"

"Yes- alright let's go!"

They grinned excitedly as Luke took them to a stall that sells honey sweets and got some for the both of them.

"Well- let's dig in!"

It's so sweet! It tastes amazing! The honey brings out the texture of the pastry very well.

Luke seems just as jovial eating it as they were

They did wonder who told him about their love of sweets tough...

Emma

"You must be the mysterious Morgan right?"

Morgan turned around to see the actual mystery. Emma, the brand new noblewoman who appeard out of nowhere.

"And you must be the just as mysterious Emma-"

The lady giggled and smiled. It... kind of hurt Morgan.

"So, did you need anything from me?"

"I wanted to thank you for the cookies- they were amazing! Yeves level I daresay-"

"Woah- I wouldn't go as far as to compare me to Prince Yeves- but thank you so much for appriciateing them-"

The overwhelming anxiety came over them. Was it as good as when- they shook their head

"Hm? What's wrong Morgan?"

"Just- bad memories- that's all..."

Emma hugged Morgan, holding them close and a comforting tight.

"I'm sorry someone as sweet as you had to go trough something bad..."

They quietly hugged her back

"Thanks for careing... it means alot..."

The sound of two footsteps walking away was heard

Nokoto

Morgan was just nicely existing. Talking to some of the maids and helping them because gotta do s o m e t h i n g that involves moveing.

"So, this must be one of Silvios darling treasures~"

"Nope"

Nokoto was clearly shocked by the coldness comeing off of Morgan

"Oh? Then why not lear-"

"I'm married. So I'm no..."

They froze. They... ran away... and... left the ring... made themself appear dead so...

"Huh? Already? That's quite young to go trough a marriage, must've been a noble one or a military one"

"... yeah... my spouse died..."

'Lie... get out of this... help...'

"Oh- I didn't know-"

"Yeah well now you do- so-"

Morgan was quick to turn around, and get a face full of Gilbert

"Hm? What's wrong my butterfly?"

'No- nononono-'

"E-excuse me- I need to go to the bathroom-"

They quickly ran off, barely keeping themself together.

When they made it. They locked the door, and just sobbed and heaved over the toilet.

Licht

A knock came on the guest room door of the room Morgan resided in. So what else were they going to do other than get up and awnser it?

"Hello?"

It was prince Licht at the door. What does he want?

"Hello. You are the one who baked those cookies right?"

"Uh- yeah- that was me-"

"Good. I want you to bake this recipe for me. If you aren't busy."

Morgan looked over the recipie. Didn't Yeves bake this earlier?

"D-"

"Yeves made it earlier, I want to compare. Everything should be in the kitchen already."

Morgan nodded and the two of them went into the kitchen to bake.

They didn't mind the silence. It was actually nice. They understood why Yeves favord Licht already from this.

"...Nokoto would like to apologize, but feels as if you wouldn't like to see him so soon after he insulted you"

"Hm? It wasn't an insult- it was ignorance- so it's fine. I just- don't like talking about my ex husband.."

Licht nodded a bit as things went back to being quiet.

Morgan pulled the pastry out of the oven, putting it onto the cooling rack to cool down.

The silence between the two of them was comfortable.

After a bit Morgan had the pastry plated for Licht.

"Thank you, you may also have some too"

They nodded, relaxing a bit and giveing themself a serving of the sweet aswell.

They both dug into the food with a little smile on their faces.

"Its good"

"Thanks..."

Jin

"May I try something?"

"What is it?"

Jin was stareing at their chest often. It pissed Morgan off. They can't get rid of their tits no matter what they did. There wasn't a safe way for them yet.

Jin then grabbed. Their. Fucking. Tits.

"I knew it- so big and plump... soft and round... so perfect..."

"Let. Go. Of. Me."

Morgan did everything they could to not grab the daggar on their belt and stab Jin for this.

Jin did let go of them

"You have quite the lovely pair of boobs, why hide them?"

"You're lucky. That's all I'll say."

Morgan quickly stormed off to their room.

Clavis

So- Morgan sat at the bottom of a pit.

Clavis managed to find them

"Look at that, I managed to find something new in one of my traps~"

"Can you let me out now-?"

"What do i get if I do? You Bennotians thrive on trades so humor me"

"I'll awner one question that you have that isn't political"

"Makes sence since this is quite personal. Deal."

Clavis then pulled Morgan out of the pit and helped them get cleaned of, he even checked for ingeries.

"Now, for my question."

Morgan readied themself

"What is the name you were born with?"

Morgan sighed, but a deal is a deal

"Viola Fox"

"Hm? The Obsidinite salesmans child?"

Morgan didn't respond, makeing Clavis chuckle a bit

"Well, we did agree on one question, so of course you wouldn't confirm or deny it~ you're quite entertaining. I see why Silvio and Gilbert seem so interested in keeping you"

Chalaver

Morgan and Silvio sat infront of Chelaver in the communications faction office. Both were clearly annoyed

"What the hell do you want us here for."

"To inform you that you have an Obsidinite spy. The one you call Morgan"

"I would be a shitty spy. Because I'm the one who gave Clavis the information to find me."

"They were clearly from Obsidian when I found them."

"I've done work to improve Bennonite and get help to Obsidian commoners."

"They fuckin freak when they see Eyepatch. So nice try."

Clavis couldn't help but laugh. Chaliver looked annoyed. Nokoto couldn't look at Morgan. While Luke was quite shocked.

What was clear tough, was Morgan and Silvio being united against Obsidian.

"I see. Then this meeting is over. Purple. Blue."

The two of them quickly left the office. Both a bit annoyed at Chalaver and Clavis.

Leon

Once again there was a knock on Morgan's door. So they went to awnser it.

"Hello, I heard you make some amazing sweets, wanna make some with me?-"

Morgan was shocked by the friendliness

"Youre- not upset? Scared? Wanting me dead?"

"Why should I? You haven't done anything bad, if anything you have been helping us all."

Morgan smiled softly and nodded a bit

"Alright, let's go and bake!"

The two of them baked and chatted a bit, Morgan directing g the prince in what needing to be done, smileing and relaxed.

"And now we put them in the oven until the underside is golden brown and the middle isn't mushy-"

Leon nodded

"You are quite skilled, have you been bakeing awhile-"

"Yeah- been bakeing since I was a kid- I'm surprised you needed me to help since you have the master baker of a brother"

"Well he perfers to bake alone or have Licht there as his taste tester. Otherwise I'm quite busy"

Morgan nodded, they have helped out Silvio with his work, so they completely understand that bit.

"I'm glad you take the time to help your people... not everyone can do that... so it's quite appriciated-"

"I'm glad to hear that from a fellow worker of the people."

[cyn-write]

Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole

Synopsis: No two Yuu's are alike. Some are male, some are not. Some are Sweet and others are not. This one is certainly like none before, with a darker soul than any before. Will she change the way things have been and bring the darkness back to Ramshackles inn?

Trigger Warning for part 1: Panic/Anxiety Attack Described (this is based on my own experience with PTSD and Sever Anxiety Disorder)

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All she could do was close her eyes. Cyn felt the wind pressing against her back as she fell into the blackness. When she finally hit the ground, she opened her eyes and saw a mirror framed in bronze. In the center of this mirror was a hand, beckoning her to reach out and take it. She hesitated for a second, but the voice inside her head whispered, "take it, they need you, you must save them... from themselves." She reached out and resumed the fall.

When her feet touched solid ground, she braced for the impact. Then looked up to see a sea of people in black embroidered robes and a boy with blue hair and striking green eyes standing in front of her. She stepped back and held up her hands in defense.

"Are you okay?" the boy said in a startled tone.

"W-who are you?" She asked and looked around in fright. "Where am I?"

A hooded figure came up to her from the crowd, a black and pink-haired man. He had a fatherly atmosphere around him, despite his youthful appearance. "Dear, this Night Raven College... what's your name?"

For some reason, his aura soothed her. "Cynthia... I think... Cynthia Widow." She relaxed a bit.

"Hello Cynthia, I'm Lilia," He said, gesturing to himself as he waved the blue-haired boy back, "You fell out of the mirror. Can you tell us where you're from?"

Cyn tried to think, but she drew a blank, nothing came to her mind. "No... No, I- I can't. I-I can't remember anything. Why am I here?"

"Poor dear," Lilia said, as another man came closer to the mirror. His dress was differnt from the rest and the crow mask hid his feature.

"This is a college for mages. I am Dean Crowley, the headmaster of this esteemed 'all-boys' college," the crow-man said, "Until now... It seems the Mirror has graced us with the first female student! Let's see what dorm you're in so we can move on!"

"WAIT! SHE TOOK MY SPOT! I AM SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!" a loud voice called. Then a gray cat with flaming blue ears ran in... straight towards her. She felt an overwhelming sense of fear that she could not explain. This feeling flooded her body like a river being released from a dam.

As the cat came closer, Cyn moved back as suddenly a booming voice called out behind her. She spun around and saw a giant mirror with a face in the center... speaking. The mirror was speaking with the same voice that lured her into this place. "Cynthia Widow, the nature of your soul is... uncertain.... one I have not seen in centuries... The Curiosity of the Pumpkin King, Ramshackle!"

The crow was visibly shocked at this proclamation, and the students started to stir, "Ramshackle, we haven't had someone placed there since..."

"Move it spot, hogger!" The cat came closer and pushed her out of his way. She stumbled and fell off the platform.

"What is that cat doing here again? I thought I threw you out." The crow called, and Cyn crawled to her feet as her body started to feel light, as if it was prepared to run. "Dorm Heads! Catch the cat!"

"I'm not a Cat! I am Grim the Great! Greatest Mage in all the World!" The flame cat said, shooting blue flames from his paws. Cyn felt her legs wobble as the flames drew closer.

"T-the mirror... talked... the cat.. talked... fire... burning." Cyn felt her left arm tingle.

A red-haired boy and a silver-haired boy with glasses worked to catch the cat who was spewing fire, causing the tingling to get stronger and the feeling of pure terror to shoot through her blood-stream. Fear paralyzed her.

Lilia came over and blocked some shots that came too close. She felt her legs shake and crumble under her weight. A strong pair of arms caught her, and she looked up to see piercing green eyes appraising her.

"Mon Cheri, is it a pity we had to meet this way, but why don't I escort you to a seat?" The green-eyed man said.

All Cyn could say was, "...yes, please..."

The man took her to the second row of seats, where another group of students divided their attention between the flaming cat and the girl. He gently put her in a chair as he spoke calming words. "Mon Cheri, could you take a deep breath for me, please?" Cyn nodded and tried to settle her racing breath. "Good, now look into my eyes, ignore everyone else, and focus on me. Everything will be okay. The cat will not hurt you."

Cyn did as he instructed and tried to focus on her breath and the man's eyes. They were such a bright green, like emeralds shining in sunlight. "Roi Des Roses and Roi D'Effort just caught the fire cat. They handled the situation. Do you need some water? Or the nurse?"

Cyn nodded, and the emerald-eyed man went to go speak with a different group of boys in robes. Before he left, he had a green-haired guy take his place beside her.

"Hello Cynthia, I'm Trey, everything is okay. Rook is going to get the nurse and we are going to help you, okay?" Trey said, to ease her anxiety. Cyn nodded and looked around.

"I-I have no clue what's going on..." Cyn said softly. "I can't remember anything. The cat talked, the mirror talked, and I don't know what's going on... my head feels... fuzzy."

Trey immediately crouched before her so he was at eye level with her. "Hey, hey calm down. You're just having a panic attack, but it will pass. Everything will be okay."

The group came over and the conversation shifted to Cyn.

"You are not considering dumping her there. The poor thing is shivering!" Lilia said.

A Blond man stepped forward and waved for a blonde boy, Rook, to follow him. "We'll take her. Out of the Dorms, we are the safest for the girl-"

"What do you mean by that, Vil?" a lion-eared boy growled.

"Hold on," A Silver haired boy with glasses spoke up. "I think the dorm of Benevolence is the best place for her-"

"Why not let Cynthia decide," Lilia offered, crouching at the girl's level with Tray. "Dear, where would you like to go?"

"I- uhh..." Cyn felt her body start to shake intensely as she tried to understand what was going on. She could barely follow the conversation as is, but now she had to choose.

"She's clearly too shaken to decide," Vil said. "Now come with me. I'll have Rook take you to the infirmary and-"

"No, we will take her to the infirmary-"

"Boys! She is not a toy to be fought over. Now, why don't I take her to the infirmary and discuss this later?" Lilia intervened. Cyn barely understood any of the conversations. She focused on the floor. "Come dear, can you stand?" Lilia offered a hand to the shivering girl.

"I-it..." Everything went black as she passed out yet again.

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To say the infirmary was crowded was an understatement. After the girl passed out, Crowley had Lilia take her up and told the rest they would discuss this after the Ceremony. The dorm leaders begrudgingly agreed, and after the mirror sorted the last student, three dorm leaders and a Vice came to join Nurse Pinklee, Crowley, and the still-asleep Cynthia in the cramped nurses' quarters. Pinklee was performing some routine check-ups while Crowley tried to calm the bickering students.

"We have plenty of room for her in Diasmonia-"

"Your boys would give her no space. She would be better off in Pomefiore-"

"Our boys would protect her for those brutes in Savana-"

"She is better off with us. We won't take advantage of her-"

"What are you implying, Riddle? You have no room for the girl-"

"Calm down, boys. I'm sure she will be fine in Rameshackle-"

"You are going to let that dump collapse on top of her?"

"That place is about to cave in-"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!! I AM TRYING TO WORK HERE!" Pinklee finally had enough with the group. The lanky, green-haired man was about to blow a fuse. Even his husband couldn't get him this mad, this quickly. Everyone froze when they heard the usually motherly nurse yell at them. "If you are going to keep arguing, then do it in the hall! I will let you know when she wakes up, but after the day she has had, she won't be going anywhere until tomorrow."

Crowley took advantage of this opportunity "You heard Pinklee, we'll discuss this tomorrow. We have a meeting scheduled, anyway. So go back to your dorms, take care of your freshman, and I will keep you posted on her condition."

The four students left as begrudged as they entered, and finally, there was peace in the infirmary. Crowley shook his head and turned to his colleague. "How is she?"

Pinklee turned back to his sleeping patient. "She's recovering. She had a severe panic attack and but after a good night's rest, she'll be fine." Pinklee then looked up at Crowley. "You're seriously thinking about putting her in that dump? You know it's called 'Ramschakle' for a reason, right?"

"It should be liveable, besides the dust and ghost, it's a fine building." Crowley shrugged.

"As her doctor, I forbid her from living there until it's cleaned. Thoroughly Cleaned." Pinklee crossed his arms and glared at his boss. He knew Crowley was a cheapskate in every sense of the word, but he never thought he could throw someone in that dump. "So you have two choices: either get the dorm cleaned and fixed tonight, or have her stay in one of the other dorms until it's fixed, which means making decisions and dealing with complaints."

Pinklee knew how to get what he wanted out of Crowley. That's why he stayed at this testosterone-filled institution. "Fine. I'll clean it... keep me posted on her condition." Crowley left in a huff, leaving Pinklee and the sleeping girl to the peace of the night.

Pinklee sighed and resumed his check-up. He was trying to pinpoint any features that could indicate her heritage before his husband sent him the results of her blood test. It was a fun game the two had since college. Between her skin that was white as death and light-red hair, he guessed she was from the Island of Woe, but the slight point to her ears suggested Briar Valley. She could have some fay ancestry since Lilia seemed to flock to her, and he always adopts the lost fey. The most curious thing was the necklace she wore, a silver spider amulet with an ametrine gem as the thorax. It gleamed in the moonlight and Pinklee wanted to get a closer look at the gem to see if there was an inscription or engraving he could look up; but the moment he set a finger on the gem, the girl's eyes shot open and a hand gripped his wrist. Her eyes seemed to glow bright gold, and he felt a twinge of fear run down his spine.

"What do you think you're doing transvestite?" Cynthia said in a dark voice, "Mommy would turn in her grave if you stole something from a girl."

Pinklee reeled back, falling out of his chair and crawling back as the girl slowly sat up, turning her head to the side. "What's wrong William, or would you prefer to be called Wendy??" The dark voice rumbled the room and Pinklee felt the wall press against his back.

"H-how do you know that!? No one knows that!? W-Who the hell are you?" Pinklee called and put a chair in front of him.

The girl let out a deep, terrifying laugh. "Why, I am the shadow of the moon at night. I fill your dreams to the brim... with fright!" She cackled, then fell straight back, shaking as she laughed.

Pinklee hid in the corner and covered his head... until the laughing stopped. He slowly got up and approached the girl with cation, she was asleep, sleeping as if nothing happened. That is when the computer beeped.

Pinklee squealed and turned to see his glowing screen with a video call invite coming in from Hamsterviel University, his husband's work.

He quickly accepted and his large, wild-haired, idiot husband wasn't even looking at the screen. "Pinklee, the sample you sent me was fascinating! I have never seen anything like this! There is no- Pushka what happened. You look like you saw my ex-mother-in-law."

"Jub... I-I think I summoned the devil!" Pinklee kept his tone hushed. "S-she knows everything. She knows Wendy!"

"Are you sure it isn't my ex-mother-in-law?" Jub joked, and Pinklee shook his head violently.

"No. I'm serious! I-I went to grab her necklace, and I laid one finger on it. One Finger!! and it was like out of a horror movie. She called me Wendy, she knows about my cross-dressing, sheknowsaboutmymother!!!!!" Pinklee was frantic.

Jub's eyes went wide. "Let me see! Put her on the phone! I want to See!" Pinklee was this close to killing him remotely.

"Yes. I'm fine, thanks for asking." Pinklee said before taking his laptop over to the girl, half using it as a shield in case she wakes up again.

Jub was confused. "Are you sure she is alive? She looks dead to me."

Pinklee rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm sure of it. She scared me to death!"

Jub went quiet and muttered to himself. "Interesting... so delicate looking, yet her DNA suggests she is something... otherworldly. I ran her DNA through the database and she has no blood relations in the system." Jub smiled and got excited. "This is exciting! She may be the next evolutionary step. Pinklee, I need more samples! I will be on the first plane to Sage Island. Keep her there!"

"Jub!" Pinklee exclaimed and turned the computer screen back to him, "You can't experiment on MY students! Even if she needs an exorcist, I have a responsibility to keep her safe. Not to make her your next science experiment!"

"But Pushka! Think of the science!"

"Think of my JOB!" Pinklee shook his head in disbelief. "Look, if you want to come and help me treat her, you are more than welcome. According to Crowley, she has amnesia, but I am going to run some more tests and try to contact her family. If she does have amnesia, I will need your help to find the cause. If not, then you're not allowed to test her. Okay?"

Jub huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Pinklee smiled at his husband. "I am excited to see you though, either way."

"Yaya, you too." Jub said and waved him off, "Just don't get possessed till I get there, ya?"

"Don't even joke about that. Or else me and your Ex-wife will haunt you." Pinklee hissed, "Love ya, Jubs."

"Love ya too. Bye." Jub said before signing off. Leaving him alone again with the girl.

He was scared to be in the same room with the girl, but she was his patient, and she would have to be scary to survive in this school.

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He laughed. His laugh caused his chair to shake as he watched the mirror. He knew this story would be interesting, but he was even surprised at her actions. He sat and looked down his hall of mirrors as millions of versions of the same events play out; all at different stages in their tale, some years past and others years before. He watched as some stories ended in blue flames with death surrounding all, others end in sadness as the Yuu goes home, and some ended happily... sort of. But this story interested him greatly, as this yuu was not from the world he usually pulled from. No... she was from a darker place, a place of emotion and magic that differs greatly from this place.

He turns in his chair as his white mask gleams in the firelight, "This will be so much fun."

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If you made it this far, Thank you!!

Please Like and reblog and I hope to have chapter 2 out soon!

Disclaimer: My work is my work, so please don't steal it. I do not own any of the TWST characters except my OCs (Cynthia Widow, Nurse Pinklee, and Dr. Jubba). I promise I will get better at writing disclaimers.

[fmpy2]

1 V 1 Research

The reason i am making my game a 1v1 is for multiple reasons first the 1v1 creates a balanced and truly fair environment for the fight to take place with no extra stimulus to alter the fight such as third partying, a common practice in battle royale games where a third party will get involved in a 1 (team) v 1 (team) fight and cleaning up the already injured participants catching them off guard. This creates a natural unfairness in the playing field as one team gets the edge of surprise while the others are stuck in the middle giving this strategy not much skill to accomplish. So the 1v1 environment allows for more reliance on skill and talent with the game. Another reason I chose it was because it is one of the oldest formats to date with games like boxing and chess it really allows you to breakdown an opponent.

Gladiator

In comparison to the depictions we see in fiction gladiators were always random enslaved death fighting but instead more volunteering people looking for local stardom, like a sport today. This doesn't mean gladiators didn't die, they would constantly fight with actual weaponry against fierce opponents which could range from large animals to convicted criminals, which usually resulted in a gladiatorial death every 5-10 bouts.

Additionally the thumbs down thing wasn't that well interpreted and no one knows exactly what it meant as many believe that the thumbs up could've been the sign for execution of the slave.

Spartacus was the most famous and deadly gladiator with him also leading a slave revolution after being one himself and being forced through gladiatorial school.

Smaller Examples and real-life examples

Chess

Chess is one of the oldest and most abstract strategy game with thousands of ways to play and win. The game is one of the biggest and most intellectual games regarded around the world. The game is a one on one game where you move peices in differnt directions and capturing eachothers prices by moving on to the same space as theirs. The ultimate goal is checkmate which is to trap your opponents king in an inescapable situation.

Boxing

Boxing is a physical fighting sport that has 2 opponents facing off at each other to see who can knockout (or knockdown long enough) with only using their fists covered by protective gloves with only allowing shots to the torso and head.

Card Games

Card Games are one of the most ancient forms of games with tones of variations of ways to play with a lot of the being 1v1 duels.

Gin rummy is probably the most famous card game out there with it mostly being played in a 1v1 situation. To play you shuffle the deck and deal each person 7 cards and your goal is to get groups of either 4,3 or 7 made up of sets and or runs. Sets are a collection of the same face cards so for example 4 kings and runs are cards that are in an order but of the same suit e.g 4,5,6,7 of hearts. You assemble these hands by either taking one card off the deck and swap it out with a card in your hand or do the same with the top of the discard pile.

Gulag - COD

Within warzone, Call of Duty's Battle Royale game mode, their is a minigame that let's you respawn if you die. You are given a minimalist loadout with 1 weapon an 2 pieces of ordnance to kill your enemy with, if however you take too long a juggernaut will come into kill you and you both can win by killing him.

Penalty Shootout

A football ultimatum, the penalty shootout happens if after 120 minutes of regular football and added extra time of play has still resulted in a draw they decide it with the best of 5 penalties. Each team takes 5 pens one after each other where they are not allowed to touch the ball more than once if after the 5 penalties the teams are still tied it goes to a sudden death.

Titles

Mortal Kombat

Mortal Kombat originally developed in 1992 is a multi-media fighting and martial arts franchise consisting of 3 movies, 11 main line games and 4 spin off games. The main point of the original game was a 1v1 best of 3 fighting game that had you face of against a varsity of characters with different move sets, finishers and personality. The game however is not a desirable concept to me as it is set on the 2d plane and i want my project to utilise movement a lot on the 3d plane.

Street Fighter

Street fighter, the famous Capcom franchise, initially released its first game to arcade machines in 1987 with a pretty similar premise to Mortal Kombat (it came first). Now with the 6th game in the series releasing in 2023 the name has became a gaming staple with it receiving a 1994 movie adaptation.

Smash Bros

Smash bros is a game consisting of the a lot of the characters owned by multi-media franchise Nintendo. The most recent one being the vastest one to date, "Ultimate" Released in 2018 with 76 base characters and received consistent DLCs up to 89 characters.

It is another 2d fighter however it adds an element of platforming into it with the fighting stage navigate able vertically as well allowing a lot more movement paths and tactics to happen also in comparison to the last 2 games it has a lot more attacks and moves that you can perform to knock your opponent off of the stage. Each player as three lives and their can be up to 8 players so last standing wins.

King of Fighters

A game franchise initially developed and released in 1994 the games are practically identical to other games in the genre basic sets of moves like kicks, punches and blocks with a large ability to do tons of damage. The games however released each year in similar fashion to EA sports games but they were for arcade so it didn't do it for recurring purchase but instead more like updating. In 04' they stopped their main platform being these arcade cabinets and moved to consoles like ps2 and "Atomiswave" (SNKs version of the dream cast). It then ceased yearly releases in 2010 with its 13th iteration and moved to what looks like releasing an iteration every 6 years with 14 coming in 2016 and 15 in 2022.

Nidhogg

A unique fighting game in comparison to other 2d games on this list it consist of 2 players fencing and attempting to reach the opponents side of the map when you they're killed. You kill your opponent by simply hitting them once also in the move set you can block, disarm and jump. The game is a much more simple and face paced versions of other 2d fighters and incorporates a little of platformer games (like smash bros) to add some vertical to it as well.

1v1  can be set up in a more professional manner which encourage a more intelligent fighting style instead of a more chaotic nature of a multi player free for all. This chaos is something that doesn’t align with what I want for my game. I feel it is more rewarding when you fight and win against an individual opponent, while mastering a skill set. 

[koba-baboba]

moony

a/n: hey look a new series because i got overhwhelmed by in the dark. this will be a self indulgent story so its ok if you dont like it. im trying a new writing style so let me know if its any good. this isnt really edited so read at your own risk. shout out to anyone who can figure out which part of this chapter i inserted after it was done.

chapter 1/? word count: 1628

warnings: none i think. a weeny bit of blood.

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towering trees and bright flowers are all i can see for miles, it was the most beautiful thing ever. mother held my hand, swinging it as we walked along the dimly lit dirt path. "happy birthday my love! how does it feel to be 6 hm?" mothers words are soft and full of love as she looks down at me fondly. "not much differnt, i think im taller maybe?" i screw my face up trying to think if i felt taller or not, i *felt* taller. mother laughed heartly as she looked around us. "youre almost past my hip now! youve definitely gotten taller." mother cooed still looking happily at me. i smiled, i *am* almost past her hip now! i swung her hand even more as we contiuned on our walk. "dad doesnt like to go on these walks does he?" i questioned, looking up at mother. "he doesnt like to get his fancy shoes dirty, Alexander has always been that way" she reasured me softly. the bush in front of us rustled, mother excitedly pulled me down to crouch so we didnt scare the critter moving towards us. i wiggled excitedly, hoping it would be a bunny. "stay still. maybe its a deer" mother whispers into my ear. the rustling get louder before a dirty tired looking man stumbles out. mother pulled me up harshly and hid me behind her. i tried to peek out at the man but she shoved me behind her again. i suddenly remebered what day it was, the full moon. i clutched to mothers shirt as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"can i help you sir? you look ill" mothers voice is shakey but firm. "now that you ask... i do need help"

im on my back on the floor, its uncomfortable and bumpy. my hands are wet and warm, it feels gross and sticky.i raise my hands to my face, theyre red? i turn my head to see if mother knows whats happening and... the man is on top of her, his teeth digging into her neck. shes screaming, crying, "m-mom?"

"mom?" i whisper but im not in that forest anymore, im on my bed in my room. i look around my room, at the posters and drawings on my wall that i made myself, at my trunk and bag near my door. it takes me a second to register the knocking at my door. "andi we need to go" a sandy haired man says softly as he pushes through my door. its just remus, im safe. i push myself up to sit on the edge of my bed and run my hand through my messy curls. "are you alright sweetheart?" remus- dad, asks me softly. "nightmare" i mumbled sleepily. he sighs and sits down next to me. he rubs circles against my back. "its always worse after the full moon, give yourself some patient love" dad said softly, he knew i wouldnt actually give myself time to bounce back. it was frustrating to admit i needed time to heal, i didnt like admitting i was differnt. dad sighed and kissed my forehead gently "get dressed, you can eat at the weasleys, molly will have plenty of food for you"

i pull my t-shirt and worn jeans on and try desperatley to make my hair less of a mess. i dragged my trunk downstairs towards dad who was waiting patiently at the door. "ready? molly will have some ointments for you when you get there."

"i double checked this time" i chuckle, more than once ive forgotten something important, my school supplies werent exactly cheap so that wasnt exaclty ideal. dad chuckled and looped his arm through mine and, with a loud pop, we landed at the burrow. my second home! i live here as often as i do at dads house. it was the most brilliant house ive ever been too.

the door flew open and two lanky twins came flying towards me. fred and george collided with me, hugging me tightly. i giggled squeezing them tightly. Remus put his hand on my shoulder “I’ll see you at the train station, be safe” and with a pop he was gone.

“He never comes inside” a sweet voice came from the doorway. A plump woman was looking fondly at the three teens. She opened her arms wide, beckoning me forward. i smiled and wrapped my arms around molly. “Hello dear” she cooed into my hair. Molly pulled back and looked me over, cupping my face and turned it side to side, examining the new cuts and bruises i donned. She hummed

“Ginny! Ron! Come here!” Molly shouted as she pulled me inside, the twins following.

“She’s going to coddle you” Fred whispered into my ear with a little chuckle. i rolled my eyes as i followed molly into the kitchen where Ron and Ginny had just rushed in.

“Andi!” Ginny bounded towards me wrapping her arms around me and hugged me like it had been years since the last time she had seen me. Ginny had always looked up to me like an older sister ever since she could speak. i hoisted Ginny up and into my arms spinning her around. god i loved the weasleys, every one of them, including percy.

“I’m a little offended you didn’t do that for us” George huffed feigning hurt.

“Yeah come on andi, I thought we were your favourite” Fred added, mimicking his twin.

“Now when did I say that boys” i teased as i plopped Ginny back on the floor. The twins rolled their eyes before throwing their arms over my shoulders. the twins did this to me so often, we were always joined at the hip in some way.

“I dunno I just have a sneaking suspicion that you like us” the boys said in unison. i snickered and gave Ron a happy “hello”

“Now now boys don’t be too rough on her” molly scolded shooing the twins off of me. i sighed, Molly always had a tendency to treat me like i was fragile. “Oh come on mum it’s not like we’re throwing her around” Fred whined. “We could if you wanted” George whispered. The trio had learned early on that the best way to annoy the younger groups was to mock flirt with each other. After awhile it became an inside joke that the three found hilarious. Much to everyone’s dismay.

“Come on andi let me clean you up” Molly’s words are sweet but insistent. i know better than to argue with molly over this stuff. Molly is a excellent healer and it would be stupid to deny her help. i looked over at the twins who are grinning ear to ear, they did warn me i suppose. i rolled my eyes once more before following molly to the living room. i sit down on the sofa the twins and i often crowd. It was far too small for three lanky teens. Molly began rustling in a little bag near a bookshelf. She was humming a song and shaking to a tune only she could hear. Ah ha! Molly exclaimed as she pulled out a little jar full of white paste.

“This will help it heal a little faster, it won’t keep it from scarring unfortunately” molly starts excitedly before mumbling off the last part. i knew this, magic was wonderful but it couldn’t prevent scarring in most situations. i had more scars than i cared to count. Molly cupped my face as she smeared the paste over my wounds, i winced slightly. no matter if it had numbing ingriedents or not, this part always hurt

“I know it hurts, just breathe” molly humed. “Do you have anymore?” Molly questions looking me over. “You know the answer to that question” i chuckled dryly as i stood pulling my shirt up with me. Revealing a bandage stretching across my stomach.

Molly sighed, she hated seeing her kids hurt, not that Andi was her kid but it certainly felt like it. Molly peeled the bandage off slowly trying desperately to keep it from hurting too much.

i shuddered biting back tears as i felt the bandage pull healed skin with it.

The twins were watching from the doorway as molly tended to Andi. They knew what Andi looked like after full moons but they never got used to the gashes and bruises she dawned afterwards. Fred turned away, he felt sick to his stomach, he loved Andi, he wished he could take this from her. She didn’t deserve it.

Molly patched andi's stomach up once more and pulled her shirt down over it.

“Put this on your face twice a day and I’ll help you with your back until you go to school then then ask one of your friends to help” molly instructed waving her finger at me to enunciate her words.

“Yes ma’am” i mock soluted, i knew how much that annoyed her. i turned towards the door way and gave George a lopsided grin and peeked past him at Fred who was leaning against a counter.

“Want to show me what your letters talked about?” i said my tone dripping with mischief. The twins faces lit up as they grabbed my hands and dragged me up the stairs, giggling like kids the whole way to their room.

“What are you three planning??” Molly shouted up the stairs. She knew those three were troublemakers at heart. They had been since they met when they were 7. Remus needed help with Andi after a rough full moon and the rest is history. The three of them managed to turn rons teddy bear into a spider once.

[strawberries-n-sugar]

Rosie's Babysitter ch5 (writing on phone, apologies for no keep reading)

"Good Morning Y/N," John turns to you as you enter ths flat and walk into the kitchen, "can we interest you in a cuppa coffee? It's fresh, just brewed it"

"Thankyou, good morning. Yes, decaf?"

"Decaf?" He asks as you grab the handle of the coffee pot and look for a mug. "Yes, I am changing some things, some of my dietary habbits"

"Oh? Is there a reason?" He smiles warmly and glances to your midsection. You chuckle, "I am not going to be a surrogate, but, yes. Yes, I am."

He and Sherlock look to you, they have differnt expressions of curiosity on thier faves. John looks generally interested and has a little twinkle in his eyes. Sherlock on the other hand lowered his newspaper and raises his brow.

You blush to your hands.

"Sherlock said you left early and in a hurry the other evening and I-we were worried about you and if you were alright." "What?" You asked wide eyed in shock. "Ofcourse, he told me you had gotten a phone call and started crying but you seem very happy now. May I ask what happened?" He explains and leans over to wipe some milk dribbling down the side of Rosie's mouth from her cereal. "Yes, Thankyou for being concerned. I am better now, than I was the other night," you lean in to kiss Rosie's head and pull back, grabbing your mug from the counter.

"That's great, but, if you aren't going to be doing it then why are you still making dietary changes and switching to decaf? Asking as a friend and a doctor"

You smile looking at your cup and shrug, "I am considering other options"

"Oh? What options?" "I am going to consider articial insimi-" "No."

Your attentions and John's both go to Sherlock as your heads pivet to his stern tone. "No. No, you will not. Why?!" He continues.

"What you and Mrs Hudson-" "Why would you do that?!" His voice raises as he stands to his feet. "I was thinking about-" "you are not going to do that! How on earth could you even get such a notion?!" "Sherlock!" You and John both shout at him.

"Y/N, I do have to agree with his question," John adds softly, "and Sherlock, she is trying to speak, at least let her answer"

"Sherlock told me that he was speaking with Mrs Hudson and she said she would she suggest that if I wanted my own then I should have them before I had someone else's. I thought about that after the call the other evening, what she and Sherlock said, abd it makes sense......I just thought, this was a-"

"What else have you considered?" John asks, you can tell by how softly he speaks that he is trying to generally care about you and you actually Sherlock does too.

You grab Rosie from her high chair and place her on your hip to give her a kiss before placing her down and giving her bum a little swap, "go get ready love, you don't want to be late for school," you watch her run to John's room. "You know, she will need her own room soon, right?" You point out to them and you shrug in response to the question, "I thought about trying to date again but-" "But what? You are lovely Y/N, any guy would be a fool to not give you a chance. I mean it. You are right, she will too big to bunk with me soon, perhaps we could-"

"I could speak to Mrs Hudson about doing rennovations and I could do it"

"You, you can do rennovations?" They both raise thier brows. You shrug, "it can't be something I can't learn, please," you try bargaining with John.

"You would have to make lots of arrangements with Mrs Hudson, the neighbors, the city and I'm s-"

"I can handle it, please."

"Alright, if you would like. I do have another suggestion however," John goes on.

"What?" You and Sherlock ask him. You know Sherlock only asked based on his tone and reaction that he wanted to know if John's idea could involve him and Rosie moving away from 221B.

"We could stay in the house Mary and I bought"

"No." Sherlock snaps. "Sherlock-"

"It would be too painful for you," Sherlock argues. "I suppose-"

"Listen, I don't mind. Really. Molly and I have been saving, I would love too and Sherlock has a point." "Yes, I know." Sherlock mumbles and you slap his abdomen, hard enough to shut him up but not hurt him for more than a moment. "As I was saying, Molly and I have been saving, and if we did this then there would be room for Rosie and I to both have a room. I mean, logically in a two story flat you can't add a room to the top without a room to the bottom first"

"I'll help them!" Sherlock volenteers eagerly.

"Well, alright. Bye," John leaves with Rosie for the day.

"Y/N, Rosie doesn't need a sitter today," Sherlock spoke breaking the silence that had filled the room after.

"Yes, I know-" "Why are you here?" "I just came to see you all and to say Thankyou. A-And, Molly was going out so the flat was too quiet"

"Oh, I see.....do you have plans?" "No?"

He stands without saying anything and strides to his room for a while leaving you behind and alone with your coffee in silence.

"Sherlock, are you alright, mate?" You call now feeling worried about him.

"Yes," he steps out of the room in black tousers and black dress shoes and a navy blue silk shirt similar to his purple one, buttoning it. "Y/N, I realize that the other evening my excitement may have presented itself at a improper time and come off as joy that you were hurt; I was insensitive. May I take you out as an apology?" He looks over to you with his goregous crystal blue ords that are being brought out by his shirt for an answer.

[foreverwcnter]

lavender — flowers mini series / peter parker

| teaser | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 |

pairing — peter parker x reader

warnings — none

summary — part 1 in which peter learns that a flower can be more memorable and passionate than the words “I love you.”

author’s note — this is my first mini series so bear with me! this is the first part and I hope you enjoy it! comments and reblogs (w/ comments if you want ) are appreciated but not mandatory.

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a heavy huff left peter’s parted lips as he sprinted down the sidewalk, two burly men running after him. he was simply helping an old lady from being mugged, but apparently that was a foil for the real heist which was the catch peter as spider-man. they had damaged one of his webshooters and managed to stab him in the side with a dagger they had in their grasp. peter hurried, pushing past people without any ‘excuse me’ or ‘sorry’. he was scared and needed to get away from the criminals in pursuit. he panted, trying to catch his breath while sprinting down the road.

“why today of all days??? i’m supposed to go have thai with may” he groaned to himself, dodging into an alley and climbing into a dumpster to hide. surely they wouldn’t find him in there. he wrinkled his nose in disgust, the smell of rotten food and trash flooding his nasal passages. his eyes widened slightly when hearing some voices. quickly, spider-man fell silent, holding his breath in case they could hear it.

“dammit, he’s gone.”

“we’re going to find him. boss won’t let us return empty handed,” the other male stated in his gruff and deep voice.

peter heard their footsteps grow to a silence as the men walked away and he carefully hopped out of the dumpster, stumbling over his feet, falling against the concrete ground. his side ached and he needed to treat the wound before he bled out slowly or caught an infection. the wound wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t small either. the red spandex of his suit was torn, revealing the wound as the crimson liquid stained his suit and skin. his enhanced healing abilities would help it heal faster, but it was obvious he needed stitches he looked around, his gaze drifting around the area. there was a fire escape and he assumed he was next to an apartment building. spider-man carefully began climbing up the rusty steps, going slowly so he didn’t tire himself out anymore than he already was.

finally, he reached the top, tripping over the ledge and falling against the floor of the roof. he sighed in relief, beginning to push himself up with his bruised arms as he reached up to rip his mask off his head. finally when yanking it off, letting it fall to the ground, he stood up, looking around until his eyes landed on a beautiful young woman, standing beside a garden bed in the multiple rows of plants.

his eyes widened in surprise and he froze. it may have looked like he froze for the shock of someone seeing him without his mask, but it was because the girl standing several feet away from him was absolutely stunning. he was asking himself who this stunning young woman was. that young woman was you.

you had been watering your flowers right before the spider-man had appeared on the roof. you were watering your lavender plants to be exact, ones in which you planted only moments before. the purple buds would get plenty of sunshine on the roof top, along with the many other flowers that were planted in the garden. half of the rows that were built for the garden were covered with a mesh covering to provide some shade for the plants that did not receive full sun. each flower, each stem, each leaf was healthy from your gentle hands. you even had a separate garden in a separate area of the roof for growing foods that you often used to cook.

when peter pulled off his mask and saw you, you already had been staring, not expecting spider-man, the friendly neighborhood spider-man to show up at your apartment building. carefully brushing a strand of hair from your face, you set down the watering can on the frame of the garden, turning to face the youthful superhero. as you observed his features, you couldn’t help but notice a gash on his side where the unmistakable suit was torn. you began,” do you need help with that wound? i don’t think you would want it to get infected.”

“what? oh, that,” peter began, looking down at the gash and wincing at the sight. it wasn’t worst thing he’s gotten, but wasn’t the easiest thing to treat. “i guess, i ran out of antibiotic ointment a week ago so-“

“sit down,” you ordered, pulling off your gardening gloves and setting them on the wooden planks that lined the rows of your garden. you made your way over to a facet that was connected to the stairway and carefully rinsed off your hands. you shook the water droplets from your delicate hands before grabbing a first aid kit you had in your gardening supply.

peter watched you, gulping slightly as you made your way over to him. you sat down beside him and than stated,” you need to take off the top part of your suit.” peter’s cheeks flushed a deep red and he pressed the spider emblem on his chest, loosing the skin-tight spandex before letting it slip off his arms and torso, falling against his legs and around his waist.

you seemed fairly unfazed by the sight of his identity and his toned chest and abs. secretly, you found him to be handsome and even cute, but that didn’t get in the way of your calm demeanor and care for him. carefully you squeezed out some anti-biotic ointment onto your soft hands before rubbing it over the wound gently, making sure not to hurt him. instinctively, peter hissed in pain, knitting his eyebrows together from the stinging sensation. “sorry,” you mumbled gently before grabbed some stitching supply from the first aid kit.

“the wound is a little too deep for me to simply bandage, but luckily my mother is a surgeon and taught me how to do stitches in case of emergencies,” you briefly explained the the awkward superhero before gently pulling the needle through his skin, carefully closing the wound up before finishing off. blood had dried on your hands and under your fingernails, but it was nothing hydrogen peroxide couldn’t fix. you rose to a standing position, looking over spider-man as he pulled his suit over his torso.

“thank you,” he began, staring at you with his mocha brown eyes. “umm... since you... since you’ve seen my face... i’m peter parker.”

a smile lit up your delicate features. “i’m y/n l/n. i’m homeschooled by my dad so you probably won’t see me at any schools.”

peter was in complete awe when staring at you. your eyes seemed to be the actual embodiment of light. they weren’t dull, but bright and full. the way the light hit them took note of the silver and gold flecks in your e/c eyes. he had to clench his jaw slightly to keep it from dropping. your hair fell perfectly against your shoulders and was pushed behind your ear perfectly. you had the cutest smile on your face. it was an awkward one, but you made awkward look really adorable.

“um... so you’re a gardener?” he gazed around at the assortment of many, many differnt plants around the rooftop. your cheek flushed slightly in response.

“yeah, i guess you could say gardening is my hobby. i really love flowers and plants and i have ever since i was a toddler,” you explained, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.

peter couldn’t help but blush at what he was about to say,” well, i think this is a best garden i’ve ever seen.”

“really?!” your face lit up with joy and pride at the compliment. “i’ve worked years on making this garden perfect. just ask my neighbors, they’ll tell you i come up here for hours to take care of all the plants.”

peter felt his lips twitch with a small smile once again, his admiration for you and how passionate you were only growing. never had he met someone so passionate for things so small and simple. he could only imagine how bad it would feel if a bad storm came by and ruined the poor flowers. he stood up from where he sat, gazing over each plant. his thoughts were interrupted by your honeyed voice.

“did you know you can speak using flowers?”

his eyebrow arched in confusion and he shook his head in response. now he was even more curious than before.

“well, i did some research and there is something called floriography. it’s basically the language of flowers. i’ve done a lot of studying on it and every flower, every plant, has a special meaning that can tell someone something. if you ever can’t say something verbally, i find using flowers and plants is a way you can do that.” you gently bent down, running your hand delicately against your lavender plants. “for example, lavender, can be used to express solitude or admiration.”

admiration. the exact thing he was feeling towards you at that moment. while you felt the solitude meaning of it, he felt the admiration. he admired you so much for being so beautiful, so passionate, so gentle, so kind, so bright. you looked on the positive side of things. for once, he didn’t want to go swing through the streets. he wanted to talk to you more and get to know you.

“can i have your number?” he blurted out before quickly shutting his mouth, his face turning as red as his suit. “i-i mean i’d like to be friends with you and get to know you... you seem like an amazing person.”

a smile graced your face. “ of course.” you walked over, taking his phone which he held out to you. the screen was already opened to his contacts. you quickly typed in your information, before saying, “ i’ll shoot you a text later, i left my phone in my room so i don’t want to hold you up by running to go get it.”

he smiled at you, zoning out for a second, notching you had a small flower tucked behind your ear. his lips twitched a little from the smile, but he soon came back to reality at the sound of sirens. “i’ve got to go see if someone needs help, i’ll see you later i guess?” he awaited your response.

“sounds good to me. see you later, spider-man,” you teased before watching him swing off.

as peter flew through the city, swinging by his webs, he couldn’t help but think back on what you said. the lavender had seemed to reveal what he felt for you and to be honest, peter wanted to know more and couldn’t wait to tell ned all about the experience and to speak to you once again.

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[pbandjesse]

I felt a lot better today. I accomplished some stuff. It was very pretty out. It was a good day. 

I slept kind of weird. I woke up a few times. I got tangled in my blankets. But it was all good. I woke up at 8 and was like. Oh. Okay. But I kept sleeping until 9. When I actually got up. I am glad I am kind of falling into a schedule but I want to be more intentional with it this upcoming week. 

I got a shower and got dressed and honestly felt excellent. My eye liner looked excellent. I felt happy. James was finishing his yoga and went to get a shower afterwards. Then made breakfast. He made me a sandwich and he made himself pancakes. And I started doing some organizing.

Something nice about our apartment is that we get light on both sides. On the bedroom side in the morning, and the living room side in the afternoon. So I am trying to just chase where the sun is. So I organized my drawers and closet. Folded away all our winter stuff like scarves and hats. Felt good. I want to do more but honestly Im running out of things to organize. Which is annoying but not actually true. Its just the stuff I want to organize is running low. So I organize again. 

I went through my trunk of extra lotions and potions. Pulled out some different conditioner because I hated the smell of the one I used the other day. Tidied that up in there. Pulled out the jar of small bar soaps I have since we are almost out of liquid hand soap. 

I also worked on some art. Used my little froggie stamp. I didnt make a frog today but that little bit of coloring was fun. I also worked on our train set up and I am starting to run low on some stuff. Like grit medium. But Im working hard still. I cut down the little trees I made too and then James afixed them to the one hill. I have to make some more now. But thats alright. I will just have to get more sticks. Outside sticks this time. 

I also painted my kalimba today. I had seen that one yesterday an dI was like. Why had I not thought of that. So I first tried to fill in the little words on the front. Use some of the spakle for that. I think it worked okay. I painted it blue with differnt tones for a bit. And then traced my new acrylic earrings to get the stars and moon. I am very pleased. I think it looks so pretty. 

I didnt go outside today. It was to windy. But it did look really pretty. James did some cleaning. He;s trying to be better about not just surface cleaning and actually cleaning behind and under stuff. Proud of him for trying. Were both trying. 

I chilled in bed and texted with Jess. I watched videos of people scamming phone scammers. That was fun. I honestly had a pretty excellent day. 

I am only lightly following the news. Just checking in and then turning off. Because it upsets me to bad. But now they are saying we should all be wearing masks when we go outside. Not that Im going into public at all right now. But I went on ebay and was able to grab me and James a couple. I had put a bunch in my cart to compare and when I chose the kind I wanted to get all of a sudden they were sold out. So everyone is having those thoughts right now. Im glad I was able to grab the few I got. They should be here next week. Most of the listings wouldnt be out until after may.

Honestly I am trying not to think about to much of the future. Like what is canceled and things. Cause this morning they annouced the philadelphia art museum is closed until June 30th. And the BMI is having a meeting on monday and Im almost sure they are going to have to start laying us off. And like. Summer camp is probably not happening. And it makes me tear up because I was so excited about that. And I can hear some people saying "People are dying and weddings and graduations are being canceled. Get a grip." But like. Im allowed to have those feelings. Im allowed to mourn the loss of things I was excited for. And still grieve for the people who are hurting worse. Just because my pain is smaller doesnt make it not real. Please dont minimiize eachother's pain. It just causes more guilt. 

And Im dealing with enough of that. 

Tomorrow I hope to go out in the yard. Play some more music. Enjoy my boyfriend's company. Try to do some things that are just nice. Work on my painting. I want to do a PD that Tiffany had recommended. Well see how that works out. 

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. Be safe.  

[kigozula]

Attack of the White Lotus arc 52 - 57

I am reading this arc again after a long time right now and got totally into it. I forgot how much I liked this arc. It is so exciting. So many differnt emotions at once. A VERY good arc!! I would almost say, it is my favorite arc so far. I'm sure more exciting things will come once we reach part 3.

And here some if my favorite moments:

"Did you just… kiss me?" she muttered. (Azula)

„Uh… nope, I didn't,“ replied Song…

Captain Rui Shi

„Where is she?! Is she with you?! Where is the Princess, Sokka?!“ asked the Captain, grabbing Sokka by the shoulders when he reached him. (this man and his worries about his Princess in part 1 are never failing to make me smile)

„The Princess… will she truly be safe at your house? Can you protect her?“

„Promise me you'll keep her safe, …“

„What is she doing here?!“ asked the Captain, shocked. „I told you to take care of her, not to bring her home while we were still handling a crisis! You promised you'd keep her safe!“

Sokka

Or maybe Song had let her sleep in her room… or even his? The idea made him gulp. Azula sleeping in his bed… ?

„You're not bending that thing, you heard me? No more bending for you" (Sokka talking to Azula in a demanding way... =D, love it)

Sokka kept his eyes on her until he was already at the door. He turned around unwillingly, …

Zuko (this guy is just unbelievable, but unlike in canon, I feel sorry for him in Gladiator):

„Who is he?“ Zuko asked, raising an eyebrow as he regarded Ty Lee's companion.

„Oh, this is Haru,“ said Ty Lee, smiling cheerfully. „He's my gladiator !“

„Wha-… ? You too?“ asked Zuko, staring at her in disbelief.

And now my absolute favorite parts, that made me melt*-*:

Ozai (him worrying about Azula is just almost the best thing)

„Not at all, my Lord. But… this might be wrong, but… a-according to what I heard, the Princess is… „

Ozai's eyes widened. The blood seemed to drain from his face when the soldier stopped talking.

"What of Azula?" he said, his voice becoming graver as he stared at the soldier with dread.

"She's above ground, sir," said the soldier, gulping. "And… from what I was told, she requires medical assistance…"

"Is she injured? Is she…? Why was she above ground?!" Ozai shouted, standing up from his throne, his face contorted in an angry grimace.

"If that's the case, then go find a physician immediately!" Ozai shouted, startling the soldier.

He strode the way down to the open crimson door at the end of the room, barging into it quite carelessly…

… And he froze when he spotted the scene in front of him. The Captain of Azula's Royal Guards stood beside her in bed, staring down at her. The Princess lay on the mattress, looking more helpless than Ozai had ever seen her before.

His frown disappeared when he caught sight of her. His daughter had never showed any weaknesses…

"What happened to you, Azula?" asked Ozai, approaching, still frowning, but no longer angrily. For once, the Fire Lord's eyes glinted with something the Captain had never seen in them before: concern.

"F-Father, I… I'm sorry, Father, I didn't mean to… I…" Azula cringed upon every word, struggling to sit up to prove herself to him. The Captain watched her warily, afraid her condition might worsen if she continued being so restless.

"What happened?" Ozai asked, his tone softening.

"I… I didn't hear the alarm, Father…" she muttered. "I was someplace else, and the sound didn't reach me… X-Xin Long told me there was a ruckus in the Palace, and I thought I should find out what it was…"

"You knew you had to go underground, Azula," said Ozai, frowning. "That is the way we have always dealt with emergencies. The army handles threats, we stay in safety until the issue has been sorted out."

"I know… I know," said Azula, breathing heavily. "And I'm sorry, Father. I… I was reckless, I know so, but I… I couldn't let them get away with attacking the Fire Nation. I… I'm sorry…"

"You should be," said Ozai. "Look where this has landed you, Azula… you shouldn't have been so thoughtless."

He shook his head and sighed. Never before had he needed to worry about Azula, let alone in this manner.

"I didn't… I tried, but I couldn't do it. They were going to make me their hostage…"

"What…? What?!" said Ozai, shocked.

And the funny ones^^:

The Captain didn't respond, but not only because he lacked an answer. Voices were coming into the room from the corridor. The two men looked out towards the hallway, frowns on their faces as new arrivals headed towards the room.

"No, no! This way, Song!" said Sokka, pulling Song down the right hall.

"T-this Palace is so big, how did you know where her room was? I thought you'd get lost…"

"Honestly, so did I. Let's just be glad we found it," replied Sokka, gulping and barging into the room carelessly… to find there were more people in Azula's chambers than he had expected.

"I'm sorry, your Majesty," said Sokka, not even knowing if he ought to address Ozai in that manner. Ozai's eyebrow twitched upon the disrespectful way Sokka had pronounced the title.

Rui Shi looked back and forth between Sokka and Ozai. His gaze fell upon Song later, and he nodded in her direction, encouraging her to heal Azula.

„You'll be alright now, Azula," said Sokka, smiling and approaching the bedside. "You'll see, everything will…"

"Gladiator," said Ozai powerfully, interrupting Sokka in the middle of his reassuring statements. "A word."

"F-Father, please…" said Azula, attempting to sit up in bed as she tried to reach Ozai, but the Captain stopped her.

The Bonus one: =D

"I truly underestimated you, gladiator," said Ozai, exhaling heavily. "You are much more than you seem at first glance. Perhaps you are a more suitable fighter for my daughter than I ever took you for."

"Uh… thanks," said Sokka, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks. So he was suitable for Azula, according to her father?

Well, all in all, there are so many good things in this arc. Three of my favorite men worrying about Azula (Zuko missing, tbh if he would also be in these scenes, I cannot imagine how more interesting things would get) and the whole exciting happenings. It was, as If I am reading it for the first time. And I can't help but wonder, how would have things developed if Azula would've really been kidnapped?? Imagine Ozai... and Captain... and Sokka... and even Zuko.

Thank you for writing such good things @seyaryminamoto ♡

[neverenoughofstyles]

diana ...

ok so i know this song wasn’t totally slept on back when mm was released but really diana is such a beautiful song when you take it out of the bubblegum boyband shell it was stuck in a few years ago. It’s really a love letter to the fans and the lyrics are touching. Lets have a look shall we? Also I’ll note two things. 1. these are just my opinions on the song im not saying its all right just theory and 2. Liam and louis wrote on this song just fyi

The front pages are your pictures

They make you look so smart

How could someone not miss you at all? (Oh-ah-oh)

so this part says to me the fans are so widely known everyone knows they’re dedicated and talented and that we were so powerful at one point! Then after they mention all of these glorious things it takes a somber tone like with how could someone not miss you. As if to say these fans are so amazing how could they not be apprectiatesd as much as we appreciate them?

I never would mistreat ya

I'm not a criminal

I speak a different language but I still hear your call

so this next part talks about never disrespecting us. Also it feels to me like celebrating and giving recognition to the fact the fans are credited to this massive success. One of the best lines, i speak a different language but i still hear your call just evokes an image of 15 different fans sitting in 15 different rooms and 15 different countries smiling through their tears and leaning on one direction for their source of happiness and they are understanding us.

Diana, let me be the one to

Light a fire inside those eyes

You've been lonely, you don't even know me

But I can feel you crying

Again these lines reiterate the fact that we most of us have never met face to face right? But there’s this indescribable bond and safety that’s associated with our fanbase. For some of us its the sole reason we smile in a day. And if it is than thats amazing. And if its not they’re still here to make you happy and give u good music. Also the you dont even know me gives me moods from this is us with the girl on the beach lol. I can feel you crying. I think its so profuound they were recognizing they were more than just a band and people who heard the name one direction were too caught up in the”fangirl histeria” that the media shoved down our throats that they couldn’t see what a good community was created because of this band. We basically started stan twitter (but thats getting off topic lol)

Diana, let me be the one to

Lift your heart up and save your life

I don't think you even realize

Baby you'll be saving mine

Then we have them basically saying damn i’ll take away your pain ill mend you ill help you because doing this saves me too. You’re not alone we’re in this together. And partly i think thats why one direction worked so well. Because they GENUINELY(lol) just seemed like normal lads who actually cared about people and are and still are nice good people. So yeah its like they said we’re a team because we’ve seen them grow we know so much about them and they’ve seen their fanbase grow and mature with them. Its super cool when you think about it.

Diana, it's only been four months but

You've fallen down so far

How could someone mislead you at all? (Oh ah oh)

I wanna reach out for you

I wanna break these walls

I speak a different language but I still hear you call

Again we are presented with “diana” the fans being in a negative place. Break these walls is a differnt lyric we haven’t seen before. Walls as it potential lies and smoke and mirrors from the media? Or simply being able to tour more places and see everyone? Or wishing there was a way to properly thank everyone for supporting them and knowing each fan just a little better? Up to interpretation.

Diana, let me be the one to

Light a fire inside those eyes

You've been lonely, you don't even know me

But I can feel you crying

Diana, let me be the one to

Lift your heart up and save your life

I don't think you even realize

Baby you'll be saving mine

Same lyrics. not talking about it twice this is already an essay for no reason.

We all need something

This can't be over now

If I could hold ya

Swear I'd never put you down

I like this part too. Don’t even get me started about sonically this songs power. The little owoah ohs sound like the fans singing back to them and the dramatic pause after we all need something and then the beginning of the song kinda sounds like screams maybe to represent the fans? Idk. We all need something it becomes a little slower and meaningful. Like this song is in itself an escape? A message or something to hold onto? Also again reiterating they are going to be there for their fans and celebrate in their ability and greatness. Or if your a certain niall horan you don’t write thesis’s on silly songs and do a hip thrust to this part during each concert :)))

Diana, let me be the one to

Light a fire inside those eyes

You've been lonely, you don't even know me

But I can feel you crying

Diana, let me be the one to

Lift your heart up and save your life

I don't think you even realize

Baby you'll be saving mine

Diana

(Oh ah oh oh oh oh oh oh) Diana, baby you'd be saving mine

(Oh ah oh) Diana

(Oh ah oh oh oh oh oh oh) Diana, baby you'd be saving mine

Again the boys talking about a mutual saving of lives. It really is beautiful to know how many people’s lives have been genuinely saved by this community. I know maybe this song wasn’t intended to be taken into such deep meaning but when i think abot how many stories i’ve heard about fans strugggling and recovering with one direction, even myself personally it’s quite an achievement that goes unnoticed. It’s really a shame the mainstream media only looks into the shallow portions of a fan base and the “ omg i want to marry you all” culture. Thats simply not what one direction was about. Maybe 2010 x factor days a little bit, but once you were a fan it’s so much more than good looks. Because you can see beautiful guys everywhere, but its this fan base this incredible mutual trust and community that we’ve built that just shocks me and brings me so much joy to this day. Diana kinda sums this up for me and acknowledges the power we have within us to help eachother.

I know no one asked for or even wanted an in depth analysis on diana but it made me feel good to write it so yeah. Hope you enjoyed my essay. The end lol.

[meetmytwistedthoughts]

Just another rant

I live in a small town in the midwest of the United states this may not be true for everyone but I still believe that everyone could use a reminder every now and agian.

When you walk into a school full of people that have differnt background, there are girls and boys and people in between that walk down these hallways next to you, there are people that have differnt skin tones than you walking down this hallway, there are people who are differnt sizes walking down this hallway. And some days I'm happy to see them all treating each other as humans because in a world like this that's what I need. But yet others I hang my head because or the things I hear and see.

When you think that wearing a durag is funny because it makes you look "thug" my blood begins to boil. You see these people should know that that's how it starts, how making fun of people has been the pavement of intolerance, but they dont care because this boy doesn't have to deal with his consequences.

And when a boy who once was a girl comes up to my table at lunch scared and crying because he was just told that another boy said if he ever went into the boys bathroom he'd beat him up makes me want to hit something. Because the idea of being intolerant to one of the nicest people I've ever met is heartbreaking. The idea that this kid would have the thought that my friend was a threat to his existence for wanting to use the bathroom makes me fear for others like my friend.

And when I'm sitting in class doing homework and my friend next to me is talking and they start joking around with another boy they are told to go back to the kitchen because that's where they belong, and to go mop the floors. It makes me wonder if the women that gave birth to their stupid ass would find this as amusing as they do.

I'm so sick and tired and mournful for the people that are oppressed having to still be oppressed. I wish that all the tears that I've cried over people I dont know could solve world thirst. I wish that all the wishing and all the thoughts and all the prayers did something but we have to do something. I just want you to know that if you are intolerant in sorry for you, because you will never know the love that the people you have a predetermined idea of could give you.

[justkick45453]

The beginning of the end

This is my frist time talking or coming out about my perspective of being a polyamours male and what i thought was the end of my marriage.

So this journey starts in 2007 2008 ish i was 23 or 24 i was a career driven person how high can i go up the ladder and i just become a manager of a shop and eager to prove my ability also i was married to my beautiful wife who was and is my high school sweet heart i was brought up in a Christian home didnt know anything about polyamory until this day

The beginning of the end or so i thought that day was i had a bad at work my boss was getting on me about missisng sales and i took it harder than i should have because i felt like i was failing so i was more than happy to get home and take a cruise with my wife which we did often to refect on our day's and just talk and get lost in conversation that is when i get hit like a ton of bricks and she told me she had been unhappy for the last 10 years and we either become polyamours or we are over at that moment right there i felt my heart stop and my world went black i was failing at work and at home i wasnt able to make anyone happy thoughts of suicide rush thru my head as it would have been the easy way out and this thoughts pleged me for days and mothes after words and each time i had those toughts i had to hold back the feelings because i didnt know and didnt understand how to process them not truly knowing what being poly ment or how the relationships evan work i had so many feelings and thoughts going on i felt like i was going thru puberty again with mood swings it was bad and i didnt care who i took it out on which made me lose the respecet of my empolyees i just stopped caring about everthing i was going thru the motions with no meaning behind them i was a broken man and thought i was beyond repair until one day i was reading about poly online and i cant remember the name of the article but it made me open my eyes and actually start to embrace the life and how to process the feelings and how to talk to partners with out getting mad and upset and calming tones and discuss the issue not yell because people shut down when they get yelled and at this point i felt like it was all i was doing was yelling at my wife because i thought i failed her and i wasnt man enough to meet her needs and yell at my empolyees who did nothing wrong most of the time but after reading the article something finally clicked when i got home that night we took a crusie and instead or just stearing off out the window and not talking we began to talk and about how the issues isnt with me but why we wanted to share our love and not put limits on relationships where they go is where they go just letting them take a natural course and how some needs wasnt being meet and i wasnt able to and she felt it was unfair to ask me to meet those needs things started clicking and my world started getting brighter i have always had self confidence issues and thought i wouldnt be able to find anyone that would enjoy me like my wife did/ does that is when i meet some a greaat female friend that i worked with and she was 20ish and was easy on the eyes i thought i didnt have a chance i thought she was way out of my class and if my wife doesnt want me why would they want me well i started flirting with them and to my shock they started flirting back and i relized i wasnt that bad hay im not a super model but I'm not the nasty thing out there either so naturally we keep flirting with each other and hanging out outside of work but it never got to a physical leval just friends hanging out having fun and discussing problems one day at work one of them could see my deperssion was getting to me and came in my office and she just clocked out and said come on with me and let me take those toughts away we took a cruise i talked to her the whole time and she helped me so greatly in those hours we spent together just listing and conferting me and listening to me and trying to explain what polyamory is to someone who has no clue when you really dont understand your self is very difficult but i fumbled my way thru it and she understood what it is kind of and kind of the reasoning for it. The next day when she came in she peeped in my office and ask if i was ok and she keep checking on me that day and kept calling me sir in a very submissive voice thats when i figuered out i like that and being a dom but that's a story for another day this is also the day i figured out that attition from another female besides my wife is perfectly fine

But back to becoming poly from a mono i always thought that if i had needs and my wife didnt meet them then to try to forget those needs one of those deal with what you have kind of things but becoming poly i started understanding i can have my cake and eat it to it is unfair to depend or demand that one person can meet or exceed expectations or needs and as long as your primary relationship needs are meet to the best if yiur ability then why not see who else you can help and show love to the outside world is such a dark place why not show love and try to brighten it up i feel like this is a good place to leave this off i will continue this as i get more time i just feel like someone out there this may help who is going thru it your not alone and i hope it helps you or helps open up your eyes if how things can be differnt and everyone is different so why not embrace it

[octaviaastridauntari]

Things to pay attention to and appreciate - feel free to add

Grayson Dolan’s left dimple- Ethan Dolan’s left pinky finger 😂

- tiny specks of different color in peoples eyes
- the bass backing in songs
- how someone looks when they think that nobody can see them
-mannerisms of complete strangers
- secondary meanings behind spoken words
- facial expressions that last just that second too long
- underlying flavours in food
-hidden emotions
-the little lights in a sleeping city
- flowers growing inbetween the cracks in the concrete
- the wrinkles on someones nose when they really smile
- when everyone else is gone to bed and home is abnormally quiet
- the differnt flicks on the end of everyones “y”
- falling asleep when it’s raining
- loud music where everything vibrates and you are the only one home
- soft music when silence is around
- lying down in the shower
- putting your head in between the cracks where the two pillows meet
- smiling till your cheeks are sore
- lying down feeling exhausted in bed
- people just casually leaning against things
- seeing yourself in other peoples sunglasses 
- messy hair
- watching people’s eyes flick as they are looking outside the window of a moving car
- crickets at night
- birds in the morning
- a smile where someone completely scrunches up their whole face
- peeling toenails
- playing random beats on your body
- Sun light pircing through the clouds.
- The change in tone and language when someone lies
- the sound headphones make when the earbuds hit together
- the dirt under finger nails arfter hard work 
- when a stranger walks by and they think of something that makes them smile

-a cats purr when you pat them

- different types of tears

[anotherwayoutforme]

Cathartic space

I was writing about how I started an anonymous blog (this anonymous blog) to write deeply about topics I thought I shouldn't publish on my main blog (if you've been on social media at all, you might understand that being cancelled for a differnt opinion isn't that great for one's career, especially if the career in question has only just begun).

I thus realised that while I've been preaching to myself about this almost therapeutic exercise, I haven't taken full advantage of this anonimity (partly because I shared this secret with a close friend, hi there!). Here, an excerpt from a note I made while reading Jonathan Haidt's "The Righteous Mind":

Reading about the moral virtues of conservatives, I'm starting to connect my desire for orderliness, especially my demarkation of close friends, or classification of information consumption to my social conservatism. I still wonder how this plays into a more economic definition of political partisanship; I don't fully understand the economics of politics yet, but perhaps there will be a correlation between morals of conservatism and economic conservatism.

Again, if you've been alive and kicking for as long as the Socials have existed, you'd know that it's insanely cool to diss on conservatism -- political, social, or personal, without even bothering with the meaning behind it. And then there's this:

For a while now, I've been distressed at the readiness with which the Indian youth embraces American partisanship. The irrelevance of American issues in India, yet the relevance credited to them by the woke Indian astounds me; why are twenty year old Indian females liking posts about abortion rights when they already have them in the country they're living in? One could argue that liking the post could help increase its visibility; but is a copy-pasted Instagram post about abortion in the USA really going to enter the feed of pro-life individuals on the same platform? Highly doubtful. The anti-CAA posts being circulated on Instagram left me seething, yes, but also shaken at the barbarism that people indulged in. Not only was there gross abuse of platform and misinformation campaigns, but also incitement of violence being supported by these woke Indian liberals. The ideas of inclusivity and privilege, while not being in any way fully incorrect, have trickled from an ultra-left American professor's study and essays, to heavily left-leaning American campuses, to the Indian youth armed with a phone and a high-speed internet connection. Representative icons and symbols are reduced to variations in skin tones, hair color, and a hijabi woman. Not only is it unsatisfactory symbolism, but it promulgates victimhood of minorities and sacralizes the Muslim identity, which is already being capitalized by malls and big brands by the introduction of halal makeup and colorful headscarves. While I couldn't care less about your religion or politics, I am worried that the politics of identity is shaping up to be more of wearing headscarves to make a point than to do it sincerely for the purposes of one's faith.

Clearly, such scandalous statements are sure to ruin my social standing, push me further down the social totem pole than I already might be, and label me as a maniacal fascist. Such is life. Anyway, cheers to cathartic publishing.

[ohnohetaliasues]

Haven OC

(Kat)

I reviewed this OC a very long time ago when this blog was newer. I decided, since it's been a while, and my gif folder has filled in a bit, it would be fun to review again.

Link to original review: http://ohnohetaliasues.tumblr.com/post/125717671213/this-oc-is-an-ecanon-interfering-mary-sue-you

Let's go.

Does she remind anyone else of Belarus (and England), or is it just me?

HAVEN

Haven (Human name: Sophie Nyan [ソフィーニャン]), Who declared herself a country even though she possesses no land

Like Ladonia who only exists online? Or Niko Niko? I guess she can be a micronation, but it just says she's a country.

Haven (避難所)

Character Info Name : Haven

Japanese Name: 避難所 (Hinansho)

Human Name: Sophie Nya

Uh.

'Nya' means 'meow' in Japanese. That's not a good choice for her last name.

I'll bet anyone that Sophie is probably the creator's name.

Age: 21

How does this correspond with her history? 

America is only 19 because he's a fairly young nation.

Appearance

She is usually seen in her trademark maid outfit, this consists of a Royal blue Dress, Light blue Blouse (Sometimes she wears an Apron oTie. She also likes to wear Black Gothic dresses when not being formal.

This just reminds me of Belarus. 

Also why black gothic dresses?

Her natural appearance consists of Lightly tanned skin, Long Blonde hair that reaches down around her waist, Green eyes and slightly thick eyebrows.

She has an ahoge much like America’s also.

Please tell me what that represents. Curls or ahoges usually represent something. America's represents Nantucket. Austria's represents Mariazell. The Italian brother's curls probably represent Rome and Venice. These things represent things that are important. This also applies to OCs.

Brief Story

Haven grew up as a normal English child in the middle ages, treated poorly by her father, she decided to move out into the crowded streets of London when she reached 16. 

She would die on her own. The middle ages in England were full of famine and disease. 

She soon decided that she wanted freedom, so that she could do whatever she wanted to do. Plucking up her courage she approached the head of country pleading for her to builld her own nation, Laughed at by many highly rated people, she was very nearly turned down.

Um. I would probably ask if she was on something.

You cannot just build a nation. It costs money. A freaking lot of money, I'd imagine.

If it hadn’t of been England sitting in the sthame room as her at the time, she would never of been allowed to build her own country.

I literally just explained why this is bad. Also, if England's boss didn't agree, why would England? He can't contradict his boss. His boss tells him what to do.

Following this, England decided to take her in under her wing, He taught her the basics of how to become a strong country just like he was and introduced her to many of his colonies at the time. 

Oh, how convenient.

Around the time of the revolutionairy

Revolutionary**

war, Haven insisted to fight by her dear Friends side, Who insisted he would not let a lady help him as it was too dangerous. After losing to America, America found out that he had a blood relation to Haven and claimed that he should be the legal guardian from now on

You said she was 21. America is 19. To be someone’s legal guardian, you have to be older than them

deeming any efforts against him useless. England had to agree to this deal and handed Haven over to America, This broke young Haven’s heart.

Labelling America as her ‘Big Brother’,

BUT AMERICA IS YOUNGER THAN HER????

The two got along well, Apart from when Haven refused to eat America’s hamburgers or when Haven cooked as she had apparently inherited England’s bad cooking. America raised her well but never let her stay in contact with England as he thought he was a bad influence, she has nothing against her big brother as she loves him dearly.

Haven then went to World Academy W at the same time as other nations were starting to join, this is where she met England for the first time in a long time, She had completely forgotten what he looked like but remebered what they did together whilst England on the other Hand remebered who Haven was clearly. 

Countries don't just forget each other.

England eventually reminded Haven of who he was and the two eventually became inseperable.

This is a picture of Haven and England.

It's spelled inseparable** 

This is going in a downward spiral.

Haven is still seen to this day with England and is often seen either attempting to help clean his house, which England put’s a stop too as she was invited to his house as a friend and not hired to clean, or drinking tea with him and his friends whom Haven can see.

Oh good, she can se magical creatures, too. 

When she’s on her own, she can often be seen planning what her counntry will look like, designing her flag or just lazing around

It takes more than that to be a nation.

Also, her flag apparently looks like this:

I could only find that tiny version, unfortunately.

Relationships

England

Raising her from when she declared herself a country, Haven cherishes England as one of her closest Friends and is often teased by other countries upon how much she loves England. She would do anything for him.

Wow.

Why am I not surprised?

Also, did I mention that the creator ships her OC with England?

...Yeah.

America

Blood brother to Haven and is good friends with her also. Raised her after the Revolutionairy war. Often seen bickering with eachother over oneanother’s cooking

She can’t be his blood sister because she started out as a normal British teenager. There’s no way they could be related.

Canada

Also a blood brother, A close friend to Haven and is quite suprised that she can actually see him.

THE CANADA WHO JOKE IS OLD. CUT IT OUT.

Romano

Although he denies it, he’s one of Haven’s Close friends. He is sometimes seen with Haven and Canada when she decides she wants to go out somewhere (Cinema or shopping)

Of course she's all buddy-buddy with everyone.

Germany

Haven get’s along well with Germany but lost contact with him during the World Wars, After them they met up again and became friends.

France

France approaches Haven like any toher nation, although he tends to flirt with her a lot. Haven doesn’t mind France but can be creeped out by him sometimes

I'm just going to leave this here casually.

If someone told him to stop flirting with them, he would listen. The picture above proves it. I personally think that if someone dated France, that he would treat whoever he was with like a friggin queen, and love her like one too. So leave France alone, and let him run free

Italy

Haven sometimes sits outside with Italy and paints with him as she enjoys painting a lot.

Why is she literally friends with everyone?

Japan

Haven visits Japan regularly, When visiting they often draw or read manga or watch anime whilst eating something cultural.

I'm so tired of all the OCs liking anime and manga that aren't related to Japan. It's getting old.

Sealand

Haven babysits Sealand often when no other countries will take him, Sealand gets along ok with Haven, mainly because they are both micronations. Haven usually gives tips to Sealand to help him be recognised.

#notacountry

Wy

Haven is good friends with Wy and the two can often be seen together joking about something (Usually about how they’re recognised and Sealand isn’t)

If this isn't hypocrisy, I don't know what is.

Seborga

As they are both micronations, they get along well. Haven is not at all phased by Seborga, even when he’s lying upside down on a tree with ketchup on his head.

That only happened once. I don't think that's something Seborga does on a day to day basis.

Ireland

Even though Ireland makes no appearence in the Anime or Manga, Haven has a good relationship with Ireland, mainly because some of her roots go back to Ireland.

Um, okay, but what roots? Please tell me.

Scotland

Even though Scotland makes no appearence in the Anime or Manga, Haven gets along with Scotland mainly for his weird sense of humour

Links (These links lead to videos/pictures that include Haven)

Youtube- [Link Removed]

DeviantART- [Link Removed]

The YouTube videos are basically just MMDs about their fan pairing of Haven and England. Deviant art is more art of this oc.

2P! Haven

That looks like female 2p! America.

Most Hetalia charcters have another side to them, or another colour. Haven is no exception as she also has another side to her. Her human name is Myriam Nyan (ミリアムニャン)

2P!Haven Chibi Appearence (Up ^)

Much like 1P Haven, 2p Haven keeps her long hair but makes it a lot more curly and is toned in a dark red. Her eyes are also a red colour but they’re much brighter in colour. She also wears a pair of pink sunglasses ubove her head for appearence. Her skin is much darker than 1p Haven’s. Clothes wise, she wears a short pale yellow dress with a pink tie. She also wears a black backpack, It’s contents is unknown. She also wears a black belt with a gold circular buckle.

This OC just comes off to me as unoriginal 

Personality

Her personality is very different to Haven’s as it usually is with most 2p Characters. 2p Haven isn’t sunshine and rainbows like 1p Haven, She fight’s to get most of the things she wants. She is much more brutal than 1p Haven. Her only flaw is that she is easily frightened.

One flaw?

ONE?

NO.

SHE NEEDS TO HAVE MORE THAN ONE FLAW.

Her biggest fears are mostly of Insects and being attacked by another person unprepared. In her spare time she can often be seen with 2p England in the kitchen making cakes oor biscuits., 

This person seems to have an unhealthy obsession with England. There are other Hetalia characters, Creator-san.

Her relationships are much the same as 1p Haven

They'd be different. I'm sure of it.

Nyo!Haven

Nyo!Haven Like most countries, there is alsoo a genderbend version of Haven. His name is Ethan Nyan (イーサンニャン)

Like.. Like the meme? Nyan cat?

Appearence

Nyo!Haven looks very differnt to Haven.in many different ways, but keeps some features. —

You know, other than the gender swap.

His hair is a light brown colour whilst his eyes stay the same green colour, just a little bit brighter. He has abnormally large eyebrows which are smaller than England’s. He dresses very smartly as he was brought up mostly by Nyo!England up until he was taken charge over by Nyo!America. He mostly walks around in suits all the time. When he’s not wearing suits he likes to laze around in a white polo shirt and shorts, He picks this trait up from Nyo!America.

You just described England to me.

Please be more original.

Personality

Nyo!Haven is a very shy character, He mainly likes to stay inside as he doesn’t like to go near strangers but he is very loyal to those he knows. There is one contradiction to his personality though, He likes to sing, and when he’s singing he’ll sing in front of anyone. If he’s not inside though, He’ll go outside for a walk.

Yeah, and that contradiction is not a thing that should happen.

Shippings

Oh goodie.

Most used pairing. Haven is known as affectionate towards England and England to Haven. But the two seem very well together. The pairing was well known throughout certain websites.

No, not really. I googled Haven x England and all I found was things from the OC creator's youtube channel and Deviantart. 

Haven/Germany

Germany does like Haven, Haven doesn’t know that though and just continues to be friends with him

...Germany was mentioned once, why is she pared with him?

Haven/Japan

Japan has some feelings towards Haven as they spend a lot of time together watching anime, Haven doesn’t mind Japan

That is not a deep relationship.

That's it, apparently. This OC is just as bad as I remember. You guys know how I feel about made up country OCs. They interfere with canon, and usually end up as sues. I'm out for now. 

~Kat