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tacticalvalor · 1 year ago

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Hi, I have no life (joke). Anyway, with the updates to Laverne's canon I've made (and still need to add to her bio)... I decided to re-calculate her net worth.

Unfortunately, she is not making the Top 10 Richest People in the World list 😔 But that doesn't mean her worth isn't impressive!

So, below the cut you will find the breakdown of assets and liabilities. But first, here's a breakdown of what exactly constitutes into calculating a person's net worth:

Net worth is the value of the assets a person or corporation owns, minus the liabilities they owe.

An asset is anything owned that has monetary value, while liabilities are obligations that deplete resources, such as loans, accounts payable (AP), and mortgages.

This would include properties (homes, businesses, vehicles) and most material goods, as well as daily business fees. Which in GTA... are very cheap in comparison to the cost of assets.

It's also important to note this is an approximation!

Some vehicles aren't available, some were free and the market cost was estimated (re: base value + suggested sell price post-upgrade), property upgrades and renovations varied, the fees are paid daily, and I had to find online articles with the prices...

There was an attempt, and we did get an answer:

$81.3 million USD (exact number: $81,322,316 USD)

And now, the breakdown.

PROPERTIES / BUSINESSES

2045 N. Conker Avenue Stilt Apartment -> $727,000

Del Perro Heights, 4 -> $468,000

Maze Bank Tower Office -> $7,800,000

Paleto Forest Bunker -> $2,480,000

Paleto Bay Facility -> $2,806,000

LSIA Hangar A17 -> $3,147,500

Downtown Vinewood Nightclub -> $7,469,850

Videogeddon (La Mesa) -> $10,082,500

Diamond Casino Penthouse -> $6,472,000

Cargo Warehouse -> $902,000

Vehicle Warehouse -> $1,500,000

Document Forgery -> $1,762,000

Counterfeit Cash -> $2,454,000

Cocaine Lockup -> $2,870,000

TOTAL: $50,940,850

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CLOTHING (ACCOUNTS FOR CANON OUTFITS; NOT ALL INCLUDED DUE TO LOSS OF OUTFIT/CHANGED CANON)

Outfit 1 -> $54,732

Black Corset -> $13,940

Classic Turnups -> $15.060

Black Catsuit Heels -> $3,020

Pewter Aviators -> $3,660

Platinum Pretzel Chain -> $9,252

Black Gold Diamond Studs -> $6,450

Carbon Anna Rex Prestige Watch -> $3,350

Outfit 2 -> $43,062

Black Corset -> $13,940

Deco Sequin Mini Skirt -> $1,425

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Pretzel Chain -> $9,252

Platinum Diamond Studs -> $8,950

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 3 -> $6,680

Cream Blazer -> $1,400

Black Turtleneck -> $1100

Cream Slacks -> $1,660

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Silver Deco Earrings -> $125

Outfit 4 -> $8,435

Blue Suede Blazer -> $1,750

Black Turtleneck -> $1100

Blue Slacks -> $1,990

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Outfit 5 -> $39,085

Positive Cimicino Sun Dress -> $27,650

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Black Mademoiselle Glasses -> $740

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 6 -> $36,900

Ice Corset -> $13,820

Faded Classic Turnups -> $14,280

White Dipped Patent Heels -> $500

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Marble Mademoiselle Glasses -> UNK / $0

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 7 -> $555

Black Bikini Top -> $325

Black Bikini Bottoms -> $230

Outfit 8 -> $24,090

Santos 13 Cropped Tank -> $130

Black Snap Joggers -> $4,850

Black S Slab Canvas Sneakers -> $8,670

Pewter Aviators -> $3,660

Beat Off White Headphones -> $0

Lime iFruit Snap Watch -> $6,780

Outfit 9 -> $30,075

Black Mini Dress -> $14,500

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Waterfall Earrings -> $10,600

Black Fufu Jeunesse Watch -> $2,580

Long Black Gloves -> UNK. / $0

Outfit 10 -> $52,185

Royal Blue Mini Dress -> $12.920

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Waterfall Earrings -> $10,600

Silver Anna Rex Prestige Watch -> $3,350

Mono Chain Bracelet -> $22,920

Outfit 11 -> $77,515

Springs High Roller Dress -> $45,750

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Black Gold Diamond Studs -> $6,450

Mono Chain Bracelet -> $22,920

TOTAL: $373,314

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VEHICLES (ACCOUNTS FOR CANON VEHICLES)

Galaxy Super Yacht -> $8,840,000

Kosatka Submarine -> $9,085,000

Bravado Greenwood -> 1,098,750 + 144,975 = $1,243,725

Obey 9F Cabrio -> 130,000 + 231,325 = $361,325

Bravado Banshee -> 126,000 + 223,387 = $349,387

Dinka Double-T -> $85,815

Coil Cyclone -> + $2,020,757

Paragon R (Armored) -> $905,000

Terrobyte -> $3,459,000

TOTAL: $25,988,684

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ACCOUNT BALANCE (TIME OF CALCULATION) -> $4,031,463

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APPROXIMATION OF OBLIGATIONS / FEES

Apartments -> $150

Facility -> $300

Penthouse -> $500

Yacht -> $500

Submarine -> $150

Office -> $250

Cargo Warehouse -> $25

Bunker -> $4,500

Hangar -> $250

Nightclub -> $500

Arcade -> $250

Document Forgery -> $1,500

Counterfeit Cash -> $3000

Mechanic Fees -> $120

TOTAL: $11,995

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81,334,311 - 11,995 EQUALS... $81,322,316

#(headcanon)#(m: laverne alba)#( me? doing math for my ocs? it's more likely than you think! )

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sanguinesorcery · 5 months ago

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Ponniyin Selvan Prt 1 -- Ponni Nadhi

The Ring Run is a bi-annual scheduled visit that any acting Imperial worth their title and prestige never fails to perform.

While visits from an Imperial usually means an emergency must be appraised and tended to, the Ring Run happens at the height of the dry season and after the rainy season. The Imperial and their advisors and councilors ride the full circumference of the outer ring islands, where agriculture and industry reside and the peoples are mostly rural populace.

It takes upward of two weeks when all is well, but has lasted nearly three when particular crisis hits. The average is about two and a half weeks, since any good Imperial will usually stay with the rural communities and ethnicities on each island to learn new cultural ticks to better align with their peoples and assess what needs to be addressed.

The height of the dry season is usually when the weather is at its worst, and those ring islands without springs or natural lakes are generally in need of water. While the pump stations and waterwork branches on the 'dry' islands are always working, those who are in the most dire need of it will have their stations output increased to make sure all needs between product and people are met.

The following weeks after the rainy season are more or less to assess the damages done by the tropical storms and monsoons that batter the Three and Ten and as there is no distinction between islands for the weather; all are hit by typhoons and tempests, therefore this Run is the longest to take. Damages will happen, but a better understanding of them with the Run if no immediate disasters are received will help bolster for the next season.

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hotelhomelove · 10 months ago

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mys-green · 1 year ago

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Diletta Guica

Birthday: June 22 | Cancer Age: 1000 years Height: 199cm Weight: 85kg Sexual orientation: Pansexual Race: Eladrin Class: Sorcerer | wild magic | 20 | sorcerer | The Archifey | 20 | Artificer | Battle Blacksmith | 2 | Prestige Class: Wild Soul | 2 | Occupation: Daimyo in charge of external relations | Third in Command of the Order of the Kraken | Co-founder of "Kayy'a" pastry shops Physical appearance: Neutral iridescent skin, but it changes color according to his emotions. Short wavy hair from which flowers, vines and herbs are occasionally born depending on the season. His eyes change according to his mood matching his skin. Personal Information: Vegan | Love video games | He wants to have as many friends as possible | He wants to give his mom a better life | He madly loves Zion and Fierris | I can't lie, even if he wants to | Love matcha tea with almonds. Colors: Autumn - Red - Anger Ability: Immediately after using your faerie step, up to two creatures of his choice that he can see within 10 feet of him must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or be charmed for 1 minute, or until he or his companions deal any damage to the faerie. aim. Also instantly gains fireball 1 time per day. Winter - Blue - Sadness Ability: When you use your faerie step, a creature of his choice that can see within 5 feet of him before you teleport must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or become scared until the end of your next turn. Gain instant frost beam 1 time per day. Spring - Green - Shame Ability: When you use your faerie step, it can touch a willing creature within 5 feet of you. That creature teleports in his place, appearing in an unoccupied space of his choosing as long as he can see within 30 feet of it. Gain instant Thorn Whip 1 time per day. Summer - Yellow - Happiness Ability: Immediately after using your faerie step, each creature of his choice that can see within 5 feet of him takes radiant damage equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum 1 damage). Family/Relationships: -Kayy'a Eru Guica - Mom -Will Green - Labor Enemy -Adela Lynn Guica - Open couple -Til'ezza Guica - Eldest son -Astoria Aloy - Daughter-in-law -Morgan Aloy - Brother-in-law -Erosit'a Guica - Younger son -Más’ Guica - Grandson mayor -Speranzza Guica - Younger granddaughter -Sol Liv Sull - BFF -Fierris A. Allen - Former partner -Zion Al'aret - Former partner -Kat Halkias - Soul Sister -Tea with milk - BFF ✝ -Sergeant Butter - BFF ✝ -Anny- BFF ✝ -Winnie - BFF ✝ -Peanut - BFF -Sock - BFF -Frixio- BFF -Xio- BFF

So, he's one of the many npc I did for the campaign I'm currently running, I'll be uploading a little bit of his background soon~ Also I made him in ffxiv so that'll be here soon too. I leaved the most recent drawing I made of him and also the dreamcast (I love doing that with my characters~)

#limbo lore #dnd art #dnd campaign #npcs #art only #illustration #sketch

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heavenlymorals · 2 years ago

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Green Eyes

Summary: Done with her duties for the day, Aslaug hears a sound coming from Ivar's room goes to investigate.

I need to keep better track of my WIPs. I forgot all about this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy ❤

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When Ragnar disappeared from Kattegat after his failed raid in Frankia, Aslaug took the role of both King and Queen. Of course, it wasn’t the first time she has taken up such responsibility, as she always was prone to take that role when her elusive husband sent out with the men in spring to continue raiding, but for the first time, the people truly considered her the sole ruler of Kattegat. She gained the respect and the prestige of a King over the years when Ragnar left her and her children.

She gained the respect of the people by taking the reins of the kingdom that Ragnar left to the carrion crows. She gained the prestige given by the respect of the people by guiding Kattegat to astonishing and astounding heights. Alone, she turned Kattegat, not to a station where young men and women go out to eventually meet their death in the raids, but to a wonderful trading hub, always busy and bustling with foreign excitement.

Kattegat’s market district grew tenfold. The wealth grew tenfold. Fewer people were starving, and more children were being born. Wives were ecstatic that their husbands were staying home rather than embarking on the raids. Husbands were satisfied knowing that with all the new opportunities in Kattegat, they needed not to worry their wives and children about the possibility of forfeiting their lives for gold.

Of course, some men and women, with fire in their souls and bloody ambition in their hearts, would still join the raids. Aslaug herself always found that part of business barbaric, but occasionally, she would sponsor a raid or two. More often though, she would just send them to the care of Bjorn, who commanded his own fleet of ships and who shared their same inferno, or she would send them to Lagertha over in Hedeby.

Lagertha also commanded a decent number of ships in Hedeby, but she lacked the numbers to properly procure a reasonable raiding party across all her ships, so she welcomed the warriors of Kattegat with open arms. She would smile wide and thank Aslaug for her support. Aslaug would smile back, though she knew that with each passing day, their friendly alliance would grow shakier and shakier. In her gut, Aslaug had a feeling it was because of Ragnar, but at the same time, it has been more than twenty years since she first met the man and gave birth to her oldest son, Ubbe.

He was no longer here for Lagertha to be angry at, but Aslaug was still here. The seeress could sense Lagertha’s fake smiles all the time, but she always knew Lagertha to have an honor that only a few people could have. Aslaug was sure that she respected their alliance as much as Aslaug did.

Or maybe not. Aslaug was not sure anymore.

In essence, life was good. Well, for her people, life was good. For herself? She was tired, delirious, and hopeless that she will ever get a decent night of sleep ever again, and it wasn’t because of her children. Her nightmares or visions, sometimes it was hard to tell, tore her apart on the inside. She saw coiling snakes. She saw ravens gorging on carrion. She saw the brutality of war. She saw blood covering her children. She saw horrible, terrible things. It was worse, knowing that as much as she would want to, she could not scream or cry, or else the people will share the same terrors. They all knew she could see things, and with how stressful everything has been for her, she wasn’t able to differentiate between the visions and the nightmares.

She wanted nothing more than to just drown her sorrows with a sweet glass of wine (a couple of glasses of wine, actually), but she refrained from doing that because she couldn’t risk making a fool out of herself again like how she did when Sigurd showed her Harbard sleeping with those two other women. She was the singular ruler of Kattegat. She could not have it.

Aslaug sighed. She would’ve given up long ago on Kattegat if it weren’t for the fact that she was seeing the fruits of her labor. The people will never tell stories of her turning Kattegat in the right direction with nothing but her mind and her dreams. They will never tell stories of her in the same way that they would Ragnar and Lagertha and her valiant parents. She was not a woman who lived by iron and blood. She was not a warrior in any sense of the word. No one would conduct songs. No one would care. If she were a man, then maybe. She would have stood out against all the other men that made their fortune forged from blood and tears, but she wasn’t a man nor did she want to be like a man. She cared not for swords and strength, like Lagertha or any of the other wonderful shieldmaidens who danced on the battlefield, making death their lackey.

The gods sowed a cruel reality for women like her. Women like her had a heavy burden to bear. She won’t fight though, she won’t go against fate. If it was her burden, she would bear it with a smile, no matter how tense that smile may be.

She sighed. It was late. The councils were over. Her duties were over, at least for today. Her muscles ached and her head hurt. Despite doubting that she will truly rest her mind, she knew that it would be good for her tired body to lie down. To hopefully relive some of the aches that tortured her stature.

She released her servants to rest and as she walked to her quarters, she heard a small little sound echoing from Ivar’s room. It was soft and piquant and then was followed by a softer whisper. Aslaug stopped in her tracks and then pressed her ear to the door. She heard more whispering and then a peal of delicate laughter.

She sighed. Ivar’s eyes were deathly blue today. She sent him to bed early for a reason. He needed to rest. She knew deep down that he was old enough to understand his own weaknesses more than she ever could, but she was still paranoid that her boy may do something that he would regret later. He should be sleeping, not whispering into the late hours of the night. She felt annoyance creep up her spine. Another burden.

No, no. What a horrible thing to think about the son she tried so hard and succeeded in keeping alive. She felt disgust seep into her stomach as she thought about her youngest being another burden that she had to take care of. What a horrible, terrible, atrocious thing to think. She hated herself for feeling that, even if it were for a split second.

Ivar was a brilliant boy, truly. He had a tongue like quicksilver and a mind like a whip. His intelligence was frightening at times, his rapid-fire wit amusing. Aslaug had little doubt in her mind that one day Ivar would grow tired of Kattegat and his mother and would wound up someplace else. Aslaug also had little doubt that despite her boy’s legs, he would rise to greatness. Or so she hopes. She still felt nauseous at times knowing that Ivar leaving her was a reality that inches closer day by day, year by year, but she also knew that when he leaves, only greatness will lay in his path.

He was no burden. No, he will become great.

(Gods, please let that be true. Don’t let her or her youngest suffer any more than they already does.)

Another small sound emerged from beyond the door and Aslaug administered three hard knocks on the door. It was far too late, and he should be resting, making sure that the blue in his whites would dilute once more.

The noise from inside the room was silenced. Cheeky boy, her son was. She creaked open the door and she saw a bundle hide beneath the thick furs, with thicker furs specifically covering his legs. Unless she was going absolutely mad, she knew she heard him a few seconds beforehand. She walked up to the bed to check if her son was asleep. When she approached, the furs squirmed in unnatural ways and when she stepped closer, a small black head emerged from the furs, pushing the blankets away from Ivar’s eyes, showing Aslaug a sheepish expression on her son’s face, illuminated by the moonlight.

The small black head revealed two pointy triangular ears and large green eyes. The cat meowed gently and stared at Aslaug with those gem-like eyes before rolling onto its back, curling its tail upwards, and closing its eyes like it had no care in the world. Ivar pulled himself upwards and scratched the cat’s head, the animal purring softly as he did so. It was a precious site, she could not deny that at all.

“Hello, Ivar. Who is your little friend?”

Ivar continued petting the cat, alternating from head scratches to rubbing its tummy. “He comes every now and again. He doesn't have a name yet, though."

Aslaug nodded, pleased knowing that her son was not lying to her. She could tell. She wasn’t his mother for nothing. When he did lie to her, he would play around with the fabric of his sleeve or his gaze would lower downwards. Funny enough, these dishonest little nuances only occurred when he was lying to her. She has observed him lying to others before, and if she did not already know the truth beforehand, she would think that Ivar was being truthful.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and brought her hand to feel Ivar’s forehead. It was a habit she simply could not help, so she tried her best to it cover up as a pathway to then ruffle his hair. He let it happen and the cat continued to lazily flick its tail.

“Have you been feeding him?” Aslaug asked quietly.

Ivar nodded, “it’s probably the only reason he keeps coming back.”

Aslaug snorted slightly. She stared at the feline and did feel a cunning aura surrounding it. It probably would come only to get fed, but with how comfortable it was on the bed, she doubted that that cat and her son’s relationship came only from the basis of food.

“Hmm, I doubt it. The goddess Freya adores felines, and I have no doubt that should one be comfortable with you, you are gaining the goddess’s favor,” Aslaug said, her tone matter-of-factly. Ivar snorted a bit and continued petting the cat.

"What good is her favor if I can't get Eir's?" His voice was just caked in a thick layer of ambivalence. Uncertain yet entirely sure. Aslaug felt her lips pursed at his words and her heart shattering into a million little pieces. How many times has her body picked up the shards of her heart to piece them back together? What did her heart look like? She was certain that after so many heartbreaks, it was misshapen and perhaps even missing a few pieces. Oh, her poor darling boy. Her sweet, sweet boy.

She sighed and ran the back of her hand gently on Ivar's cheek. She shifted a bit on the bed to have her back at the headrest and then snaked her arm around Ivar's shoulder to pull him closer. Ivar did not fight against her actions and instead sunk close into her side while his hand continued to absentmindedly stroke the cat's fluffy fur.

Around other people, Ivar was a rather aloof figure, all crystallized in cold gelid ice, and the older he got, the clear this became. The only time he truly let down his guard was around either herself or Ubbe or Hvitserk. She doesn't know how often he unraveled his souls to her two eldest children but when it came to her, any moments of vulnerability were few and far between. Being a queen was a harsh business, a tiring burden, and one of the biggest regrets of her role in society was seeing her children's youth and innocence fall between her fingers like grains of fine sand.

"You've had Eir's favor many times, Ivar. Stronger men have suffered your wounds and died the next day. Stronger men have become sick and died the next day. Every day we live without plague is Eir granting us her gifts of healing. And besides, she must be worked to the bone every day, healing those boorish and fetid men in Valhalla, hm?"

She tried to keep her tone and her words light and teeming with wisdom. Instead, they felt empty and depleted. They were meant to comfort him, but to her ears, they failed to bring that element.

Ivar laughed softly at that, though his smile didn't reach his eyes. The cat stretched its legs while it was still in its supine position and then rolled over to its stomach, its bushy tail swaying back and forth on the bed. Ivar's hand retreated from the animal's body as it was moving. When it seemed to become comfortable in its new position, he brought his hand down again to scratch the base of the cat's pointed ears. It began to let out a low rumbling sound that procured its own soft vibrations. The purr made Ivar's gilded smile turn up into a somewhat more genuine one.

"Mother, you know that's not what I mean."

Aslaug's nimble fingers raked gently against Ivar's thick hair, in a similar fashion that Ivar stroked the cat. She closed her eyes.

She knew exactly what Ivar meant. She closed her eyes for a moment. She couldn't bring herself to give her boy a true answer. She heard the voices of the gods, loud and clear in her mind, masculine and feminine and something altogether different all at the same time. Ethereal. Divine. The voices of the gods clouded her mind and told her what would happen.

She will be with the child again, she will bring another son of Ragnar onto this earth. The catch was, however, that she and Ragnar must wait after three days to fall slaves to their lust, or else, the child will be a monster. It wasn't her words. It was the gods.

She should've fought harder against Ragnar's touch. She should've screamed and kicked and attacked her elusive husband.

But she was weak.

And the worst part was that the gods meant Ivar's affliction to be a punishment for Ragnar and his pride and ignorance. Ivar's affliction was simply a byproduct of Ragnar's ignorance and with that, Aslaug's weakness.

It wasn't fair for her boy. It wasn't fair for her boy to suffer not only in his body but everywhere else in life. She sees how Ivar sometimes would eye his brothers when green envy. She sees how her boy tries to not break down every day from the difficulties that he was cursed with from birth. She sees how much pressure he puts on himself every single day to be on the same level if not better than his older brothers.

Her three other boys, whom she knows that she has also hurt. She knows that they wish for her to be less a queen and more a mother, but how could she do that? Damn it all, how? The burden of the crown was a heavy one, especially now that Kattegat was a place worth living in once more. She seldom had time for any of them. However, she knew that her three older boys were lucky in the regard that they were rather popular amongst the people, all tall and bright and golden. She hoped that those people could seal up at least some of the non-negotiable neglect that she brought upon them. Ivar was not as lucky in that regard, thus she tried harder to be with him. He needed her more than they needed her. It was cruel to say, but it was the truth.

And it broke her heart.

"Did the herbs that the healers give you work or not?" Aslaug inquired, her gaze shifting slightly towards the cat, who butted its head against Ivar's thigh for more affection. Her boy absentmindedly resumed his stroking, though there wasn't that much thought put into it. The cat didn't seem to mind though. In fact, it seemed far too pleased with itself as it closed its forest eyes.

His eyes were terrifyingly blue today. The shade of blue would've been beautiful if it weren't for the carnage that it foretold. It reminded Aslaug of the unbroken blue of the ocean near the shore and the vast field of blue in the sky. Again, it would've been a beautiful color if it weren't for the fact that it prophesied agony. His brittle bones were far too fragile already and with how the sclera of his eyes were, Aslaug felt anxiety that one slightly wrong move would usher in a painful break. His legs were already a battlefield of scars, but unlike the warriors who flaunted their scars and the stories around them constantly, Ivar was deathly ashamed of his own.

"I mean, it worked as well as it always did."

So not much.

"Do you need more herbs?"

"No! I…no, I'm fine." His voice adulated up and then down as he said that, embarrassed that he lost control of his tone, especially in front of his mother. The cat tensed its muscles at the sound, its eyes the size of small rounded river rock. Its tail fluffed up and Ivar ran his hand through its dark fur, hoping to calm it down. It seemed to work, for the cat loosened up and closed its eyes.

"Are you sure, Ivar?" Aslaug asked gently. He was far too stubborn for his own good. Far, far too stubborn. In that regard, he reminds her of Ragnar. Sometimes, when she isn’t so tired of the responsibility that Ragnar forced onto her with his abandonment (in her gut, she knows he is not dead. Whether that is a good thing or not, the gods have held it away from her for now.), she would think about him. It was strange that, even though he had no real part in her children's lives anymore, he would still hold onto them with an iron grip, wrapping his hands around their throats, strangling them with such a frivolous zeal. And he wasn’t even here.

To her as well.

Oh, how she hated him at times…

She wonders how she will react if he were to come back. The man who ruined her children's lives and who ruined her life.

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure, mama…”

It was more ‘mother’ these days, never ‘mama’. More formal. Another sign that her boys were growing up, with all innocence being lost. It pleased her, though, this almost childish rendition of her place in motherhood.

She nodded and placed a firm kiss on the top of Ivar’s head, her nose burying itself in his thick, dark hair. “Alright then, my dear. I love you. Don’t let your friend keep you up too late, hm?” She said, nodding to the cat. Still as smug as ever.

Ivar nodded. “I won’t, I promise.”

She patted him on the head, carding her fingers through his hair once more, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

As boys ought to do, he more or less ignored her wishes of not staying up too late, as he continued building a companionship with the creature that more or less chose him.

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violettelueur · 4 years ago

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RYŌMEN SUKUNA || HIS LITTLE SONGBIRD

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna ft. itadori yuji and fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and light mention of alcohol

| form : imagine (with she/her pronouns)

| word count : 2411

| published : 02 december

| request : I just finished reading Sukuna with so who good at singing and I love it❤️ After reading this, it makes me think of another possibility for reincarnation au. What if the so got reincarnated but instead of Sukuna actually met them in person, he found out that the so is now a famous singer, so their songs can be heard all over japan. Itadori went a store and their song was played which Sukuna realized it was his little song bird’s voice

| barista’s notes : hi hi guys~ sorry for the really late update today and that is because i fell asleep the second i got back home from school ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ classic barista violettelueur and what makes it lowkey worst is that it’s 2:20 am right now.....for a little information that might be helpful while reading this, i was listen to BLACKPINK - Don’t know what to do (JP Ver.) while writing this, so that is going to get a little mention on this imagine ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) have a wonderday day and please come back soon!

The sounds of the strings being plucked to construct a beautiful melody filled the spring air with its euphoric sound as the pale pink cherry blossom petals graceful fell from its branches giving a beautiful sight to behold, while the crowds of men in the garden celebrated with red sake plates in hand that was filled to the brim with the sweet alcohol that was being consumed in a rapid rate.

However, as much as the King of Curses wanted to disrupt the little gather for his own sadistic pleasure, the melody that was playing in the air captivated him to pause his wicked thoughts and desires and demanded him to appreciate the music the was being created by the lone female that was at the centre of the ocean of men - who were laughing drunkenly while some observed her from afar.

The lone female on her knees, while her eyes were set on the musical tool that was set in front of her, was delicately but masterfully plucking the thin transparent stings to create a tune that no other person within the gardens could recreate - not even the other talented musicians that were also present within the large garden. Eyeing the beauty that was charming almost everyone within her presence, the King of Curses slyly came closer (but out of sight) to gain a closer look at what was going on.

“Who is she?”

“She’s the only daughter from the prominent L/N family, they’re are known for their musical talents and from the rumours, that is certainly no lie,”

“Is she married? I can imagine having her playing for me every day with that beautiful melody,”

However, before one of the males of court nobility could even answer the question, an elegant but powerful voice echoed throughout the garden causing everyone to swiftly turn to the direction of the angelic voice, only to suddenly find that it was that lone female in the middle of the garden singing with the alluring tone that she had created herself - leaving everyone in a trance to the grace that was beautifully presented to them.

“I need to make her my wife,”

“I’m afraid that is easier said than done, my lord. From what has been going around, she has refused all of the men that have proposed their hand in marriage, there isn’t a reason that is known for this that can answer everyone’s confusion,”

“What do I need to give her? Money! Power! I have plenty of that,”

“She has rejected all of the noblemen that have come her way, no riches could ever convince her and I’m surprised that her family also agree to her antics”

Listening from a distance, Sukuna couldn’t help but become intrigued by what was being said. Many women in this time would have jumped on the chance to marry someone from a higher status let alone be married off quickly, yet here you were singing and playing like you have all the time in the world with no worries or fears that could distract you. You were at peace, while he was the destruction.

Somewhat still in a trace, it was suddenly cut off once the final string was pulled causing there to be absolute silence to fill the space leaving only the wind to cover the lack of sound before a loud parade of claps were heard as the emperor - who hosted the party - stood up with pride written all over his face. Standing up from your position, you have a light smile before bowing to show your gratitude to being allowed to play in such a prestigious event as you then made your way to the other musicians to pass them on for the next performance.

“Y/N! That was amazing, you never disappoint,”

“I have no idea what you saying, I messed up on the second to last note when I hit the wrong string, ha what am I doing to do? That is going to extremely bother me for the time being,”

“Stop being such a perfectionist! None of the sorcerers, noblemen and emperor knows that, so you’re fine,”

“Thank you and shouldn’t you really go, is it not your turn?”

“Oh! My apologies, I’ll meet up with you later,”

With your friend running off to continue with musical performance, you stood in your spot as you watched her go further into the distance leaving you to soak in the sunray that was gently providing a warm glow to your complexion as the deep purple of your kimono also brightened up leaving it somewhat of a lavender shade. Taking a deep sigh, you looking up to admire the cherry blossoms that were in bloom, only to see a figure settled on one of the branches with his ruby eyes set upon you, even though the man was hidden very skilfully within the plethora of petals you could sense him from a while away, but before you could even voice out your confusion.

“Ah, there she is! Miss L/N,”

Displaying a face of irritation on the rude disturbance - leaving Sukuna to display a face of amusement instead - you turned around to find two men standing in front of you with one that seemed to be of younger age compared to his counterpart making you come to the realisation that it was a son and father - leaving you to mentally groan in annoyance as you instantly knew where this little conversation was going.

“I want you to met my son, he is -”

“I’m sorry, but I am not interested in his hand in marriage nor his companionship” you immediately interrupted the noblemen, causing both of the men to look at you in complete shock as they didn’t expect you to figure out their intentions so soon after only a few words exchanged.

“But my dear, this is an amazing opportunity for you to-”

“Become someone with a higher nobility? Don’t make me laugh, I rather become a peasant then spend the eternity of my life bound to you,”

“What is it that you desire for your hand? Wealth? Power? Prestige? You name what you desire and we will provide!”

“I’m afraid that what I desire is impossible for you to provide me, my apologies”

“What is it that you want, woman?! Who doesn’t want what I can give you within an instinct?” the son soon erupted in anger at this rejection, still in utter confusion on why you were so adamant on not wanting to wed him.

“Entertainment? Can you provide that? You see, you noblemen always offer what you have already stated to me and that may sound very enticing to another but, you all are so boring,”

The two noblemen looked at you with astoundment in their eyes as well as Sukuna, who was cunningly listening from above on where you found him - the King of Curses didn’t want to confess this to himself but he was confused on what you trying to demonstrate here with you little speech.

“You are so so boring, you men expect me to play and sing for you every single day like a bird in a cage, yet I get no entertainment in return from you? Isn’t that quite unfair? You have no talent yet you want to be greedy, what ridiculous idea is that? It’s almost laughable in my opinion,”

Sukuna almost burst out laughing from what you artfully expressed to the two men that were in front of you as he also could relate to what you were saying. The sorcerers that he had fought and killed with his bare hands were all boring with no hint of excitement from any of the battles he had faced and here you were expressing the same distaste - they were boring. All of them.

‘Well, well little songbird, I got your attention, now you have mine,’

ꕥ

“Sukuna?” you called out in a hushed surprised tone, as you unexpectedly found him sitting comfortably on the wooden corridor outside your room. Even since that little encounter back at the garden party, you have been seeing the special grade curse looming about here and there within your personal space, causing you to one day to finally acknowledge his presence that was constantly around you, only leading up where you both were now.

The excitement of these secret meetings that you both had late at night was the entertainment that you were looking for. The excitement of being so secretive with the man you desired to love but couldn’t to the outer world was the entertainment that no nobleman would ever provide you. It was the fact that this romantic link between you and Sukuna was forbidden that excited the both of you. This was the entertainment that you both desire.

“Hello, my little songbird,” Sukuna greeted you with a smirk before gently grabbing your hand to pull you down to his height - well more rather below his height - to meet eye to eye with you. “Didn’t you miss me?” he then teasingly asked, causing you to look away in a bashful expression because you knew that he knew what your answer was going to be. However, pushing your pride aside, you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace which then led him to place a hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place as he savoured the warmth that you were providing him.

“Where have you been? I was worried,” you stated to him, and even though it was a laughable comment to him since what was the point in worrying about him, he couldn’t help but appreciate the foreign concern that you had for him - it truly warmed his heart that you were here with him. “I was busy, now why don’t you sing for me, my little songbird, I do miss the sound of your sweet voice,” he declared to you before placing a few light open mouth kisses on your neck leading you to let out a soft moan of pleasure which seemed to put a smile on the curse’s face.

“What would you like for me to sing to you then?” You asked as you used your hand to gently run your hand through his hair which caused Sukuna to become relaxed and lower his guard within your embrace - the only time he allowed himself to do so and the only person that was allowed to see him in this state.

“Anything. Anything that you sing for me is enough”

To be held in your arms was what Sukuna always wanted and desired every day of his life, to hear your voice was something that made him forget about the world just like back at the garden party and the elegance that you embodied while playing the Koto was something he could never get out of his mind. You were his safe haven. His little songbird. However, that was 1000 years ago.

ꕥ

Residing within his vessel, Sukuna began to wonder what could have caused him to start to reminisce about the past when clearly he couldn’t do anything to bring you back with him. You were gone. You have passed. There was nothing he could do even as a powerful curse himself to bring your back onto his arms and let you sing to him.

However, what could make do for now was the song that was annoyingly playing within the music store that his vessel - Itadori Yuji - decided to visit as it seemed like he was interested in what was new with his friend Fushiguro Megumi. Slowly, the King of Curses could hear the music beginning to fade, indicating that it was the end of it before another quickly began to play to replace the ending song.

Unlike the other song, this one was softer in tune with something being strummed in the background - just like how you would strum the strings of the Koto when he would ask you to play it for him to admire - to which was then sung on top with a female voice. Disinterested, Sukuna began to dissociate himself with the song that was now playing until another voice came in with the song, suddenly leaving him in a trance like the one he was back 1000 years ago at that garden party.

Sitting up from his position, he intensively listened closer making sure that his ears didn’t deceive him from what he thought he heard.

“Oi brat! Who is singing that song?”

“Ha? What do you want now?” his vessel replied, surprised and annoyed at the sudden appearance of the curse that was inside him.

“What does Sukuna want now?” Fushiguro asked, slightly worried about what was happening and what could happen at this moment and time since they were in a public place filled with people.

“Answer the question before I rip your heart out again,” Sukuna threatened, slowing becoming impatient and desperate for an answer leaving Itadori no choice but for once cooperate with the special grade curse.

“From what I believe, it’s a group song called ‘Don’t know what to do’, I believe there are five girls within that group,” Itadori explained before he quickly stopped within his track to see a screen playing a stage performance of the exact same song being played in the store. “Yeah! There is the group, they are really well known in Japan since they’re are touring there, I think the youngest is the same age as me and Fushiguro” to which he pointed at a girl that he was explaining about.

Looking at the scene through Itadori’s eyes, Sukuna began to observe each and every single girl that was dancing on the stage before he paused his view on a certain girl that Itadori pointed, who was dressed in a white off the shoulder crop top that was long-sleeved with a white skirt paired with white trainers that matched with the rest of the girls within the group.

“Little songbird?” he quietly muttered, not believing what was presented in front of him at this current moment in time.

There was no doubt about it, that was you on the screen singing and dancing to a song that he slowly began to love once he heard your voice. You truly looked angelic as you gracefully danced across the stage somehow managing to maintain a stable singing voice that never disappointed him. You were back.

His little songbird.

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djarinsbeskar · 3 years ago

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COMPANION GUIDE: PAMARTHEN SIDE CHARACTERS

| Companion Guide Masterlist | Stitches Masterlist |

Below are Pamarthen characters that either show up in Stitches or are referenced within the fic at some point in time. For the sake of not info-dumping anymore than I already am in Stitches chapters, more detailed descriptions and history can be found here. Note: these are continuously being updated and worked on [as seen with some more bare-boned entries].

Clan Carria:

Kyr Carria – rhaer of Clan Carria, Kyr is the first son of Kaidyn Carria [ref: meaning Battle]. At thirty nine, he has been the rhaer since his fathers’ death in the year 5ABY. Shaggy brunette hair commonly tied in a half tail, he has golden eyes characteristic of the Carria bloodline believed to be traced back to Siodam [ref: Goddess of the hunt, forests, fertility and spring] herself. Donned with the same ring of antlers around his left bicep, Kyr’s tattoo is made more elaborate with the oath of the rhaer inscribed in ancient Pamarthen above and below the antlers. He spearheaded this addition after he returned from the Rebellion to find his clan and planet in ruins from the Empire’s attacks. The rhaer can usually be found stuck in court meetings with his advisors, but he prefers to spend his days in the forest and interacting with the wider population of Clan Carria.

Harem of the rhaer – not mandatory, but a normal feature of Carria court life. A position of prestige, any member of the harem the rhaer takes is under his/her protection and provided for. Kyr is one of the rhaer’s who has indulged in a harem, and it’s not unusual to find him in bed with one or several of them every night.

Rhaer’s right to rule - The true symbol of Kyr’s divine right, are the leather vambraces worn on either forearm. Dark brown, they are simply crafted. They differ with the gilded antler on each vambrace, golden in colour and priceless in their history as they are believed to have been a gift from Siodam to her lover Carryg; the original rhaer of Clan Carria. Every clan has a physical manifestation of their right to rule, usually something that can be worn but only the Core Clans of Carria, Macteer and Leyghin can attach a divine mandate on the symbols.

Seat of the Stag – see locations guide.

Kai Carria – five years younger than his older brother, Kyr, Kai has always been the brother blessed with a good temper and a boisterous charisma that is the opposite of his brothers quieter allure. Golden eyed, he has – at the time of the Pamarthe Arc – a more clean cut appearance with shorter – easier to manage – hair and taut, athletic muscles common of pilots. He too has the same ring of antlers around his left bicep, but despite his devotion to his brother and clan, he has not been on-world since the death of his father in 5ABY. Instead, he has made a name for himself in the New Republic as one of their most talented and well-respected commanders and the leader of multiple squadrons—his own personal, specialised team being the Gold Squadron. A deep believer in the roots of stories and tales told when he was a child, he can be superstitious as well as analytical in deciphering code and riddles. Considered the best pilot on Pamarthe, his outward skills and happy demeanour is often used as a mask to hide traumatic losses and deep scars from his time in the Rebellion and the rift with his brother.

Bryn Silva – twenty years old, Bryn is the eldest and only son with three younger sisters all of whom range from ten to seventeen. As such, he is both intensely protective but with a soft heart that is difficult to find fault in. Still clinging to those last vestiges of adolescence, he is somewhat awkward in his new height and length of limbs. Long, tawny haired and hazel-eyed, he can often be seen sporting different braids in varying complexity to keep the hair off his face and tied back in a half tail like many other Carria men. He is one of the generation that received a clan marking without having joined the Rebellion, signalling a revival of the practice. Medic, being a few years older than him at least, used to babysit him and his sisters when she was still on Pamarthe and he was only six or seven. As such, he definitely has a bit of a crush, harmless and superficial, but he is a good lad who embodies the wonderful balance of gentleness and strength a deer is known for.

Ash Redwood – the current Harbour Master of the Carria Seaport [ref: see location guide], Ash’s skill in sailing and seafaring is only rivalled by his reputation as a womaniser. Being the same age as Kyr and having grown up with the heir, Ash is one of the rhaer’s most trusted advisors. A working man, he is well known for his smooth operations of the port and spaceport when needed. His mind is made for mathematics and logistics and if there was ever a man made for strategy, it’s Ash. That is why – when Kyr’s father was ailing – that the new rhaer named Ash to take on a stewardship role while Kyr was still away with the Rebellion. As such, he has a first hand understanding of the pressures and responsibilities Kyr faces and his opinion is held in high regard. A handsome man with strong features, his long mane of tawny hair is streaked with silver and grey eyes under heavy dark brows that make sure his bed is warmed by whoever he wants night after night.

Nana Henlow – the owner of The Tipsy Hart [ref: see location guide], the iconic cantina has been in the Henlow family since it was established. With her mothering nature to any and all who enter her establishment, she quickly gained the moniker Nana Heart in a play on the name of the cantina and her warm, welcoming presence. A short, stout woman with greyed mahogany hair, she has run The Tipsy Hart since she took over from her father with her then husband in the year 25BBY and has only been off Carria land a grand total of twelve times, all of them weddings, citing she has no need to leave the land that blessed her nor the rhaers’ that have been good to her.

Clan Macteer:

Wynter Macteer – the rhaer of Clan Macteer, the thirty-two year old is a force of nature who has ruled Clan Macteer for the last three years. Tall and willowy, her green eyes are in stark contrast to her porcelain skin and long, dark hair. Cited as walking akin to the wolf on her signet, she has an aggressive approach to ruling and dominates council meetings in the Neutral Capital with snarling threat. The eldest of three, she follows a long line of matriarchal leaders of the clan. While her flaws and impersonable attitude keep many at bay, she isn’t without merit. Loyal to a fault to anyone in her clan—she will fight tooth and nail for their safety and wellbeing. She is an accomplished pilot and even better hunter, known for her surefooted stealth and proficiency with daggers she holds between her fingers to act as makeshift claws. She is known to have deeply bad blood with Kyr Carria after the events that left Kyr scarred and a barrow wolf dead with no punishment following the breach of clan code.

Sister Clans – As one of the three Core Clans [ref: Carria, Macteer and Leyghin], Macteer has a deep bond with the clans that stemmed from them over the centuries. Two other clans, Shunak and Blayd, follow the same hierarchical structure as Macteer, with matriarchal leadership preferred and are usually known to ally themselves with Macteer in debate. Blayd is known to be the tempering force to calm the aggression of Macteer, and have galvanised good relations with all the other clans on their behalf.

Claws of Macteer – The specialised group of five warriors hand chosen by the rhaer of Clan Macteer, it is one of the highest positions of power and prestige in the clan. On top of being great warriors and excellent pilots, the Claws are known to occasionally share the bed of the rhaer to possibly provide her with an heir should she choose not to take a husband. The desirable qualities of strength and power are the defining qualities a rhaer looks for when breeding, and it’s not uncommon to find one of them in her bed.

Rhaer’s right to rule – As with the vambraces of Clan Carria [ref: see above], Clan Macteer are only one of three Core Clans who are considered as having the divine right to rule. For Wynter, it is the oaken knot forged from a nickel coloured metal and was believed to have been gifted to the first matriarchal rhaer of Clan Macteer by the goddess Amhra, a symbol of strength and power. The metal is not from Pamarthe, and is as light as it is strong. Generations have passed and this knot hasn’t tarnished, rusted or weakened. Worn in a variety of ways, Wynter chooses to wear it loosely around her waist, an exaggeration of a feminine figure in a position of power.

Helm of the Wolf – see locations guide.

Maia Macteer – Younger sister of Wynter Macteer and Rhage Macteer. A schoolteacher in the Neutral Centre for the children of Pamarthe’s integrated teaching.

Rhage Macteer – Younger brother of Wynter Macteer, older brother to Maia Macteer. Head of Alpha Squadron and friends with Kai Carria during their time in the Rebellion together. It is on the good graces of Rhage’s friendship that allows any Carria onto Macteer land.

Clan Leyghin:

Attycus Leyghin: the more level headed leader of Clan Leyghin and third of the three Core Clans, Attycus usually has his work cut out for him in managing the hot-headed rhaers’ of Carria and Macteer. As the eldest of the three at forty four, the lion tends to take the deciding vote on issues up for debate at Council meetings in the Neutral Capital. With characteristic red hair and brown eyes, Attycus is an imposing presence both politically and physically in battle. A distant cousin of Medic’s mother [who was from Clan Leyghin herself] Attycus considers Medic as much a lioness as he does a doe and it’s through fostered relationships like this – as well as the friendship between Attycus and Kyr – that has made the bond between Carria and Leyghin one of the strongest on the planet. A father of one daughter, his wife died in childbirth leaving him bereft and as a result, deeply protective of his daughter; Skyla.

Rhaer’s right to rule – as mentioned previously, only Leyghin, Macteer and Carria are considered to possess a divine right to rule. The physical manifestation of that right for Leyghin, is the Key of Hyal [ref: god of the sun, rebirth, strength and enlightenment]. Simple in appearance, the key is of archaic use [given that both locks and security have greatly advanced in the countless generations since it was gifted] so is now worn as a pendant around Attycus’ neck.

Hearth of the Lion – see locations guide.

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witchinghouracademy · 4 years ago

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Silvia Albadew

Basic Info

Twisted from: Silvermist

Birthday: January 10th

Height: 1,74 cm // 5′ 9″

Eye Color: Dark Blue

Hair Color: Black

Homeland: Hondonada of Fades

Misc. Info

Sexuality: Pansexual Best Subject: Philosophy

Likes: Lakes and rivers, spring, crystal furniture, gossip

Dislikes: The sea, pirates, perfectionists

Talents: Water manipulation

The air-head yet caring vice-leader: Silvia!

❥ Mature and understanding, as well as easy to distract and emotional.

❥ She often drifts mid-sentences forgetting what she was talking about, but isn’t bothered by it.

❥ A “go-with-the-flow” gal.

❥ As vice-leader she’s the “brakes” to Amatheia. Silvia’s amiable nature makes it easy to change course without fights, so everyone asked her to take the role.

❥ She’s often viewed as a big sisterly figure, but Silvia herself isn’t aware.

❥ As a water fairy she can manipulate water and feels at ease near lakes and rivers. But she has to be careful to not wet her wings, or they become useless.

❥ Silvia has a bad habit of gossiping. She doesn’t mean ill as she isn’t one to judge, her curiosity just gets the better of her.

❥ She’s an “Original Fairy” , the ones born from the magic in the Neverseas. As such she has no blood family, but holds certain prestige and higher magic.

❥ Her age isn’t a secret, she just... forgets. Has to do math to calculate how old she is every time and she’s not good at that.

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Voiceclaim: Mao Ichimichi

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wristcheckstore · 3 years ago

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The first impression

From a black cardboard box with a silver Seiko inscription, I take out the Seiko watch still wrapped in protective foil. “Prospex – Save the Ocean” is written on the inside lid of the box. The Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 is a bulky diver with a massive buckle closing the silicone strap. I twist and turn the watch. Immediately, the wave design of the dial catches the eye, revealing that this is a “Save the Ocean” model. Last year, Seiko already introduced two new Prospex models from the “Save the Ocean” series that bear the distinctive surface structure. On a blue background are manta rays that seem to float across the dial. Combined with the blue bracelet, this is a perfect match for a diver’s watch with this name.

I touch the cold surface and touch the Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 for the first time. The watch feels very valuable. Huge dashes as indices, a date magnifier, and a countdown bezel give the Seiko model its classic diver design. In terms of naming its watches, Seiko is in a class of its own. The Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 owes its nickname “Samurai” primarily to the design of the hour and minute hands. This is inspired by historical samurai swords. The watch manufacturer is proud of its roots in the country of Japan.

The Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 on the wrist

Flipping it over, I’m amazed how light the Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 is on the wrist. With a diameter of a massive 44 millimeters and a height of 13 millimeters, the diver’s watch really doesn’t have to hide. The low weight, on the other hand, is astounding. Finding matching outfits for the Seiko watch does not turn out to be a great difficulty. The sporty casual design suits many occasions. At the same time, the Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 brings a certain prestige to the wrist with its sheer size. However, you should like the size and flashiness of a watch. The timepiece does not know the word understatement. But for me, these dimensions simply belong to a diver’s watch!

The Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 in detail

The case

For the case of its Prospex Samurai in “Save the Ocean” design, Seiko put a lot of emphasis on good build quality. The solid case structure is made of stainless steel, which has both polished and brushed surfaces, depending on the component. As you can easily see on the back, the middle part is visually separated from the lugs. The dial is protected by sapphire crystal. In the manufacturing process, Seiko made it anti-reflective, which benefits the readability under water. Those who really want to use the watch on the high seas or underwater will quickly appreciate this feature. I find the date magnifier at 3 o’clock very useful and well done. Most of us will probably associate Rolex watches with it.

The crown has a size that matches the watch, which makes it easy to operate. In the first stage, it is completely covered by a crown protector. In everyday life, this improves the wearing comfort immensely. The screw-down crown also stands out due to its easy-to-grip surface structure. If you turn it now, you’ll notice the slight play that the crown has. In my experience, this is a great relief when setting the time and date. The hands never shoot forward too quickly, so you can set the time accurately.

Bezel and case back

The bezel is a diver’s bezel or countdown bezel. The tactile feel when the clicks engage is outstanding! Visually, it frames the lighter dial.

The cashback is screwed down six times. Instead of the usual date window, you’ll find the famous engraved waves on Seiko watches, reminiscent of “the great wave of Kanagawa”, a famous Japanese painting. If you search a little bit, you will also find your production number. 163 is the number of my Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K.

In its case, the Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 withstands a possible water pressure of 20 bar. 200 meters maximum diving depth would be possible. However, hardly any amateur diver will penetrate into these spheres.

The movement

For the movement, Seiko uses an automatic movement from its own production. In this case, it’s a Seiko 4R35 caliber, which is very reliable and durable. For the number freaks among you: with 23 jewels, the Seiko 4R35 has a power reserve of 41 hours. The oscillation frequency is 21600 vibrations per hour.

The Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 shows itself at its best…

…with the dial. The wave structure is something completely new, which I actually haven’t seen on a diver’s watch like this before. With the neatly printed rays, it gives the Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 a very interesting design.

And it is practical, too. That should be the focus for diving watches. The large line indices ensure perfect readability. To guarantee that even at night and in the dark, Seiko has given Samurai hands and indices a luminous function. Apart from the manufacturer’s lettering, the 200M indication, and the rectangular date window, there are no other elements on the dial. But that’s how it should be, after all – simple and straightforward.

Perfect for the water: the silicone strap of the Seiko Prospex Samurai SRP

Silicone and rubber straps have emerged as one of the best solutions for diving watches. They do not age and are easily adjustable. This is also the case with the huge specimen that my Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 is equipped with. The buckle is made of stainless steel and bears the engraved Seiko lettering. However, what I liked the most about the bracelet is its practicality. In addition, it is quite comfortable to wear.

My conclusion about the Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 – a diver’s watch for everyone.

I can understand why this Seiko diver with the reference number SRPF79K1 is so popular among customers. This Seiko Prospex in the “Save the Ocean” special edition is the diver’s watch for everyone! It looks exactly how you would imagine a diver’s watch to look: large, blue-black, with a bezel and a dial to match. On top of that, there are good materials, a high-quality finish, and stand-out features like the maritime skate design.

This already very good overall package is comparatively affordable. This makes the Seiko Prospex Samurai SRPF79K1 interesting for collectors and beginners alike.

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Ephemera Week (2002)

I really wonder how effectively I’ll be able to do this in 2003. In 2003, Adult Swim started doing the black and white text bumps, where they give max sass and NO EFFS (fucks), so every week had unique content. I definitely don’t have the resources to catalogue every bumper or even come up with a decent “best of”. Ephemera Corner 2003 may look very different. To quote my good friend Zorak, “Brak, do you ever think about the future?”. To this I say, yes. Yes, Zorak, I do.

BROADCAST ANOMALIES AND SPECIAL NIGHTS!

Adult Swim Action (and other stuff) | February 23, 2002

February 23rd was the first installment of Adult Swim Action. Up to this point, Adult Swim aired a block of mostly comedy capped off with Cowyboy Bebop. This was the first formal separation of Action and Comedy. I remember the bitter rivalry between the two fandoms on various message boards I posted on. It really did seem like a venn diagram with almost no overlap; action fans hated the comedy shows (maybe they liked one or two but hated the rest) and the same went for the comedy fans, except most of the comedy fans I knew were devout anime haters.

At the height of my anime animosity an internet ex-friend of mine started a message board called ANIME SUCKS. It was an experience I’ll always remember fondly. At it’s peak it had over 1000 members. All but about a dozen of those members were actually ANGRY anime fans who just stumbled on the board and were FURIOUS at us for being anti-anime, and we’d just act like obtuse dickheads about it. Like, we’d act stupider than they were and just wind them up.

We developed a few tricks to really set somebody off. For example: they’d write an impassioned defense of anime as an art form, and say something like “it’s not all like Pokemon or Dragonball Z”, to which we’d reply “actually those are the only two animes I like”. This really got them. There was a special thrill to just replying “miyazaki is an idiot” to a guy’s 6-paragraph essay about why anime was “good, actually”, prompting an even longer response. It was really fun! We didn’t have to harass people online, they’d just come to us to get abused. I’ve never seen bait get taken so effortlessly. One day that guy just closed the message board, locked everyone out, and disappeared forever.

That was some aside, huh? Anyway, the arrival of Adult Swim Action meant that Adult Swim stopped airing the Thursday night repeats of Adult Swim Comedy, which was a shame. It Also meant Adult Swim’s Sunday night had an extra hour to fill, which they did with Rocky & Bullwinkle and the Popeye Show. People complained. I didn’t. Vintage animation is just a different take on the “adult” label. Besides, I was used to tuning out by 12AM anyway, so even if I didn’t like those shows (I did!) I wasn’t missing anything, really. But yes, if it were a full hour of Space Ghost repeats I guess that would’ve been better.

The Lewis Lectures | May 19, 2002 - 12:45 AM

A repeat of Lewis Lectures? IT HAPPENED! But what was so different about this broadcast of Lewis Lectures? Well, they accidentally scrambled the SAP audio with the default English audio, causing the Spanish soundtrack to play in tandem with the English one. It was bloody well fucked mate. This is simply no longer England.

I remember becoming an Adult Swim completist and taping this, considering it some kind of void in my collection. Part of me wishes I saved the recording, so I could combine it with the inferior YouTube rip currently up and have a closer-to-pristine copy than the one that’s available. But also, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS IS LEWIS LECTURES WE ARE TALKING ABOUT. How much pain can I inflict on myself?

Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law Mini-Marathon | September 15, 2002 - 11:00 PM

On this night they aired a little Harvey Birdman marathon of the 4 episodes. This was kinda baffling, as Birdman had 6 episodes to its name and they’d been repeated into the ground by this point. I guess it goes to show that Adult Swim kinda considered Birdman to be their prestige program. I’m hard-pressed to call any one Adult Swim show “smart” in a way that’s apparent on a shallow level. Birdman is set in a courtroom, animated the most competently out of all their other shows, and involved cultural references in a showy way. Like, Space Ghost having Dave Willis absurdly shout “UP THE CHAIN” in the background of a Space Ghost episode is almost just a weird easter egg. But Birdman? Birdman was name-dropping Hanna Barbera characters the same way Frasier would talk about whatever gay shit Frasier talked about.

They aired The Dabba Don, Shaggy Busted, Shoyu Weenie, Very Personal Injury in that order. I would’ve swapped Shaggy and Shoyu and for Bannon Custody Battle and Death by Chocolate, but that’s just me, I guess.

vimeo

Adult Swim New Years Bash hosted by Carl and Brak | December 31, 2002 - 11:00 PM

Adult Swim officially ended 2002 with this: a night hosted by Carl and Brak in Times Square, watching the ball drop (which was FREAKING MEATWAD!!!!). I remember this night fondly. Unfortunately I can’t find the whole thing, but here’s a single segment I found on vimeo to give you some idea. I think I had it up at one point and Turner very annoyingly had it taken down.

I used to have this massive physical media collection; stuff on VHS and DVD and DVD-R that was meticulously catalogued. I ditched a lot of it in favor of digitizing stuff like this, eternally keeping it on hard drives that I meant to back up but never did. It seems more convenient, but it isn’t. If this were 2003 and I needed to show you this, I would be able to retrieve it from one of my many shelves. I might still have this, but would have no idea where to look for it and it would probably involve me getting in my car and going out to my storage unit and pulling every single box out. I turned it into ones an zeros and stuck it on a nondescript black box that could very well be dead. And now it’s not even on YouTube. Sad? Sure, it’s sad.

PEAK EPHEMERA

(phrase stolen from Grifthorse podcast)

Hey, here are some videos I found on YouTube in case you wanna go down a wormhole of watching old Adult Swim commercial breaks. May the gods of posterity keep them online forever:

February 4, 2002

Spring 2002

June 16, 2002

June 30, 2002

July 27, 2002

August 2002

November 17, 2002

November/December 2002

MAIL BAG:

This ends EPHEMERA WEEK. We’ll do actual episodes soon!

What's the scariest thing you seen on adult swim?

I don’t know if I have a real answer for this. I don’t think I actually get scared by stuff in movies or TV shows. I can’t even come up with a funny answer. Remember the end of that Metalocalypse episode where the little sick girl is dead and her eyes turn into maggots and you hear that screechy voice was like I’M DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!! I’ll just go with that even though it made me laugh really hard

Ever watch Limmy's Show

I am content just being vaguely aware of Limmy (no, I never watched his show. Seems good).

Please don't do such a big mailbag. I couldn't believe how many r-words wrote inane bullshit to you. Let keep this blog about the real stars: Master Shake, Space Ghost, Brak, Zorak, Meatwad, Frylock, Debbie, Black Debbie, Carl, Sparks, Stormy, Hesh, Moltar, Harvery Birdman Captain Murphy, Dr. Quinn, Paula, Marco, Brendon, Jason, Melissa, The Mooninites, the Plutonians, Peanut, Coach Mc Gurk, Mentok the Mindtaker, Virjay, Antoin, Colby, Trotter, Adair WE ARE THE UPRIGHT CITIZENS BRIGADE :)

I can’t believe this IDIOT doesn’t get that by typing such a long message he very IDIOTICALLY contributed to the length of the Maili Bag... LMFAO, what a IDIOT

This is maybe the funniest blog on tumblr. You really think these nasty little cartoons are special, huh?

Hey than-- oh :( Yeah, I guess so :(

would you like master shake if he did the whole thing

I’m sorry what

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-Meet Kate Whitfield-

General

Character Name: Kathleen McMasterson Whitfield

Titles: Widower

Nicknames: Kate, Kat

Race: White

Gender: Female

Appearance

Apparent age: Late Twenties

Date of birth: June 23rd

Hair: Light brown

Eyes: Brown

Height: Around 5'6

Build: Average/Slender

Skin tone/markings: Pink understones, Sun spots, and light freckling

Physical impairments/injures: None

Garments: breathable cotton blouses and skirts, heeled boots. Traveling wear is a brown leather jacket and rancher hat that was previously owned by her husband, pants and boots.

Weapon(s) of Choice: Lemat revolvers, Rolling Block Rifle.

Profession-Specific: Photographer, Rancher, Collector, Trader

Social

Personality: Personable, Helpful

Tone of voice: Soft

Alignment: Good

Strengths/talents: Photography, survivalist, herbalist, cook, and animal husbandry

Born: Strawberry, West Elizabeth

Biological Parents: Helen McMasterson – Dean McMasterson

Biography

Kate was born on her families ranch in Strawberry. She is the second born daughter to the McMastersons, who were notable rancher’s and wagon builders. Kate and her sister Isabelle had a quiet life, spending their days exploring the acres around the ranch, learning animal husbandry, hard work, and how to handle guns. Kate had an affinity for nature since she was a child and her father purchased her a camera on her twelfth birthday so she could pursue her dream of being a professional photographer. While her sister and the other girls of Strawberry were pining for men, Kate was busy photographing vistas and anything else that struck her fancy. When she was sixteen she opened her first studio in the barn behind the McMasterson ranch and did family portraits for 5 dollars a sitting. She designed the backdrops from her vistas and soon her pockets were filling. This granted her prestige, and many famous or would be famous cowboys, ranchers and families from as far as Lemoyne came to have their photo taken.

This is where she met her to be husband, Bill Whitfield the III, a son of an Industrialist from Saint Denis who was traveling through West Elizabeth on his father’s errand. Kate never believed in love at first sight, before she met Bill. His blue eyes captured her attention immediately. The dusky red-hair chiseled jaw and wily smile left a print on not only her camera but her heart. She conversed with him about life in West Elizabeth, and he dazzled her with stories of life in Saint Denis. When he offered to take her there and show her the city-slicker life, she could not say no. Her parents were against the idea, but she was a woman-grown and had her own money to do with what she pleased. That summer, she bought a train ticket to Saint Denis and met Bill at the station. He dazzled her with city life. Her camera was always in her hand as she experienced everything the city life offered, from the buildings to the vaudeville shows.

Before her week excursion was over, Bill was on his knee, proposing to her and vowing he could not imagine his life without her. She accepted and both rode the train back to West Elizabeth to break the news to her family. The proposal was not denied and Kate and Bill were married by fall. They decided to build a life in Strawberry and also build a life in Saint Denis. Kate opened her own photography studio in Saint Denis, and Bill worked in prospecting out of Strawberry and Lemoyne.

Everything seemed perfect to onlookers, but the couple was far from it. Kate had two miscarriages and a stillborn daughter in the first two years of marriage and deemed barren. The Whitfield’s felt she was worthless since she could not produce an heir and they secretly begged him to find a new wife or even a mistress to carry on the family name. This was a point of contention between Bill and his parents and Kate knew it was a burden on their marriage. Bill began drinking after hours in Strawberry and word got around he was seeing a mysterious blond woman.

Bill denied the rumors and Kate trusted him with her life. It was a cold fall morning when the woman arrived at their home, claiming she was carrying Bill’s unborn child. The truth was a bitter pill for Kate to swallow. It seemed this woman was a former lover of Bill’s and she was sent by his parents and paid to seduce a child out of Bill. The plan was for her to kill Kate and then marry him but she could not go through with it. The woman promised to keep their secret safe if they paid her. Two thousand dollars and a portion of their mining profits sold, the secret was buried.

The rift between man and wife was deep, and they barely spoke for weeks. Kate removed herself from the ranch and got herself an apartment in Saint Denis. While she was away, Bill went hunting and did not return after three days. The town grew concerned and went to look for him. They found him, rather parts of him, as he had been viciously mauled by a grizzly that lay dead a few feet away, riddled with bullet holes.

The funeral was in Saint Denis, and not even a day after, the Whitfield family altered Bill’s will and took over all the finances of the couple. They wrote her out of the will besides Bills horse, in which she was told to “ride off and find a new life or they would end her permanently.”

She traveled back to Strawberry where she stayed with her sister’s family which consisted of her husband and two small children. After a winter and a bout of depression, with the spring thaw came restlessness and she focused her sorrows and frustration on her hobby. She now travels and collects objects of importance to sell and makes her coin on nature photography.

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CHAPTER FOUR: THE PINK DIMENSION

warning(s): cursing

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Located near the centre of Taishi, Inarizaki High is the town's pride for its design and prestige. The school used to house the prefecture's royalties and even though it has gone through multiple renovations over the years, its Japanese castle architectural elements are still apparent all over the school's exterior. Apart from its unique structure, academic practitioners from all over the world also flock the institution for its symposiums, which are held throughout every school term to discuss multiple magical subjects.

The school's main building is its Rectory and it would be the first thing for one to notice even from afar. The elegant white walls are in stark contrast to its black, pointy roof with golden details forged onto it. Other parts of the school have the same colour palette as well. The school would reach its peak of beauty during spring, when the pink flowers of cherry blossom trees planted around the vast fields are in full bloom.

Next to the Rectory, the Potions faculty building appears small compared to it, when in fact, the faculty is the second largest after Pentagrams. Its roof manages to reach only half of the rectory's structure, making it the tallest than the rest of the faculty buildings (the Pentagrams faculty only wins in size, not height). A group of students can be seen exiting the Potions building’s main arch as school session for the day is over, including you and Suna, who are walking together towards the gate.

The sunny afternoon sky is decorated with puffy clouds, which are moving lazily in the wind's direction. Rays of sunshine threaten to dazzle your eyes but the cherry blossom trees lining up the stone walkway shade you from them. Soft breeze blows some petals into your way as you enjoy the scent of spring that wafts in the air. You are glad that there are no signs of rain at all today since that would meddle with your after-school plans.

"Gosh, this school is so big, I swear I feel like all of my cousins come here," Suna complains while faking a smile at a first year girl, who is hanging out under one of the trees with her friends.

"Well, literally everyone in Taishi studies here. What do you expect?" you laugh, attention now directed at him and not the surrounding anymore.

"For them to go study somewhere else, I guess," he retorts, sliding his hands into his pants' pockets. The smile on his face has disappeared.

"At least, your sibling is not here," your eyes catch the twins waiting for you under a tree upfront. They also notice your appearance and wave at you two.

"Oh, shut up. If not for them, you won't have any friends," Suna raises a hand at Atsumu and Osamu.

"Whatever. You sure you don't wanna come?" you ask Suna one last time before parting ways with him.

Suna shakes his head, "yeah, I wanna go home."

"Do you need anything?"

"Oh, right. Can you get me some stocks? Sparrow and jellyfish," he takes his wallet out to pass some money to you.

"Won't they go bad before next week's class?" you accept the notes from him.

"It's already Friday, class is on Monday. I think it would be fine," Suna waves his hand, dismissing your concern.

"Okay, see ya," you swerve towards the twins. Suna echoes a goodbye behind you and keeps walking.

"He's really not coming?" Atsumu asks when you are within hearing distance.

"Yeah, but he asked me to get some stuff for him," you respond before stopping in front of them.

"Lazy ass," Osamu disses. "Anyway, can I teleport?"

"Bitch, no," you and Atsumu say at the same time.

"Your sense of direction is so shitty, it'd take forever to get to Kudo Street," you pull a face.

Atsumu then adds, "a lot of people are using the travel dimension at this hour. You'll surely hit someone although I don't know how is that even possible since it's fucking huge in there."

"But if I don't practise, I won't get better at teleporting??" Osamu argues.

Atsumu lets out an exasperated sigh, "fine, you can teleport us on the way home. Let's go," he starts walking to lead the way. You and Osamu follow him from behind, heading towards the end of the walkway where the teleportation station is located at.

The teleportation station consists of five open top cubic spaces lined together, conjoined on their sides. Each cube fits at least five people and has three transparent glass walls with a white marble floor, where you are supposed to draw your pentagrams on. Two auxiliary police officers are on guard to control the flow of traffic, making sure that the students are queueing up to use the cubicles. At the end of the station, you see a group of younger pupils, whom you assume are waiting for their guardians to pick them up because they're not eligible to travel on their own yet. Teleporting licenses can only be acquired once you are sixteen years old.

You, Atsumu and Osamu get in one of the lines and wait for your turn. Every time a cubicle teleports people, you can hear swooshing noises as they dissipate into coloured light sparks and vanish from sight in a blink of an eye. Before long, the pair of siblings in front of you enter the cubicle you're lining up for and you're now at the front of the line. The elder sister draws the teleportation pentagram, her face scrunched up in concentration, and you watch as she conjures blue sparks on the marble floor.

That's when Atsumu drops the bomb on you.

"You teleport us," he nudges your elbow with his.

You and Osamu look at him wide-eyed, "bitch, what??"

"Why won't you let me teleport, if you're letting her?!" Osamu slaps Atsumu's shoulder with the back of his hand.

"Bitch, I said you will on the way back, didn't I??" Atsumu readjusts his bag's strap that shifted because of Osamu's hit just now.

"Nooooo, Tsumu-nii channnnn!" you whine with a pout, swinging Atsumu's arm in an attempt to change his mind, "I don't want to teleport!"

"And that's why you're getting shitty at it," he shakes you off before pushing you into the now empty cubicle, "go."

"Fuck," you clench your fists but do as you’re told anyway since you don't want to hold the line up with your siblings’ bickering. Plus, Atsumu's right, you haven't been practising ever since you got your license a few months ago.

Once you, Atsumu and Osamu gather in the middle of the cubicle, you inhale a deep breath whilst recollecting the pentagram shape for teleportation. In order to accommodate the number of people teleporting, your pentagram has to be huge and made to fit the whole floor. This will definitely consume a lot of energy. You sigh at the thought.

"She doesn't want to do it," Osamu tries again, "let me!"

"Shut up, Samu. Give her a second. Come on, you're gonna be okay," Atsumu encourages you with a pat on the shoulder.

You click your tongue at him, "I hate you."

Pointing a finger out at the marble underneath, you begin drawing invisible lines from memory that transform into yellow light sparks on the floor. It's a struggle but you manage to complete the shape that now surrounds you and the twins. Due to its size, the pentagram's glow this time is almost blinding and the fizzing noise that it produces is loud in your ears.

"Teleport," you whisper.

The hissing pentagram then floats and spins around the three of you as it nets your bodies tightly. You can feel its particles squeezing to decompose you into molecules. There is stiffness in your muscles and joints that prevents you from moving. The bright light forces you to shut your eyes while the sound is shrieking in your ears. You grit your teeth together and brace yourself for what's to come next.

The sensations become almost unbearable. But before it could get any worse, you find yourself already dissipated into tiny yellow sparks of lights, floating in a different dimension that you're familiar with. The pentagram that you drew has turned into a glowing net, holding your and the twins' dematerialised bodies together. Your mind, still intact even though your body is not, notices other nets of bodies swooshing pass by to get to their destinations through the pink abstract space that you're in.

It's bright here, but not overwhelming. There's no sense of temperature, only the seldom Bernoulli pull by other nets speeding by. You wonder how it smells since you have no nose to take a sniff. Time is not relevant here; you always find yourself arriving at your destination at the same time you left. Often, the only important thing is your sense of direction (of which, Osamu lacks) because the only thing guiding you is a huge ass ancient wooden compass floating in the space above you like a moon (so you feel like it's always following you).

It's a trippy place.

You collect yourself, taking control of the net to carry everyone to Kudo Street- which is situated up north. One push is all it takes for you to zoom through the crowd as the whizzing sound of air friction envelopes you. With awareness of the traffic around, you navigate your way carefully to avoid accidents (it gets super messy when disintegrated bodies collide).

Travelling in the Pink Dimension after school is like walking at a train station during peak hour. Everyone moves at haste in whatever direction they want to. There is not much that can be done to control individuals in a vast space as such. The only rule that applies to travellers is that they have to teleport to and from stations. This is to prevent practitioners from reappearing at a dangerous spot in the physical world when they arrive at their destinations. If you're found to be teleporting from or to an unassigned place, you'll get a ticket for it.

You stay on your path while trying to search for Kudo Street's teleportation station that is supposed to be some floating Greek marble vases. You would say it only took you a few seconds to arrive but time doesn't exist here, so when you see ten vases at your two o'clock, you're pretty sure it doesn't matter anyway.

You choose an Amphora vase that no one was going for and jump into its opening. It becomes dark for a moment before the vase vomits you, Atsumu and Osamu out onto a marble floor, in three pieces. Your brothers stumble a bit before finding their grounds again while you, on the other hand, are bowing down with hands on your knees, panting to catch your breath. You can feel sweat breaking on your forehead and temple.

"Fuck, you two are SO heavy."

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A/N: where would you teleport to if you could since Ms. Corona is making all airlines bankrupt?

#Miya Atsumu #Miya Osamu #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader

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