#subject 210 au

[embretheworld]

third prompt @badthingshappenbingo

Warning: Food poisoning, nonconsensual drug use, and starvation.

Words: 439

Summary: He was so hungry.

Prompt: Tricked/Scamed

[therealmylesmorales]

Don’t Take It Personal

Summary: you’re a little worried about how much time Vi is spending with her new friend

Part 2

Warnings: vi’s kind of a dumbass, ngl. Angst probably. R plays a sport for the plot (just vibe guys) loser!vi au

WC: 1.6k

Vi made a new friend.

That was a rare feat for her, seeing how out of the few people she considers a friend included you, her girlfriend, and Jinx, her sister.

She came home beaming after her usual workout at the gym. There was a new face she didn’t recognize and to Vi’s surprise, the friendly chat turned into a new friendship.

Her name was Caitlyn Kiramman. You knew her name, seeing the title “Kiramman” around a few buildings. Caitlyn was studying abroad for a few months, hence why Vi didn’t meet her until now. And yet, the new friendship was blossoming quickly. You didn’t mind, just happy that she managed to make more friends without you being present.

That was until Vi started hanging out with her more than you.

Srry, babe cant make it. At the gym wth Cait 💪🏻

11:23am

You frowned a bit at the recent text Vi sent you. You were at the library waiting for her for your weekly study date but when she was almost half an hour late you finally texted her. Only for your girlfriend to take a raincheck. Again.

Seeing how Vi wasn’t showing up, you still decided to stay for at least another hour; work still needed to be done with or without her. When you did decide to leave, you had to pass by the gym in order to go home. You figured Vi was still inside so you didn’t bother to linger until you heard a familiar voice.

”I’ll see you around, cupcake!”

Cupcake?

You turned to see Vi and Caitlyn leaving the large building. Vi immediately saw you and rushed over to you. Caitlyn gave you a polite wave before going her own way.

She was calling her ‘cupcake.’ You felt a little irritated at the—at your— nickname Vi called Caitlyn. Granted, ‘cupcake’ wasn’t one that was used very often, only when Vi was teasing or being purposely irritating to you. But still. It was your name.

Pushing the negative feelings aside you greeted Vi with a kiss. She smiled into it then pulled you into a tight hug, her arms almost crushing you.

”You stick, Vi,” you muttered into her neck.

A soft laugh escaped her. “You enjoy it. What are you doing here?”

”Going home. Then I saw you and…cupcake.”

”Don’t be like that,” Vi groaned, trying to play it off. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Never said you did.” You tried to change the subject, not wanting to make it a big deal. “Are you going to my game Friday or are you going to be too busy with Caitlyn. It’s the last one of the season, Vi.”

“Hey, have I ever missed a game before?” She asked rhetorically. ”But if it makes you feel better, I promise that I’ll be there.”

”Good.”

Vi then wrapped her arm around you, putting you in an almost headlock, and started walking in the direction of the same apartment. “Let’s go. I’m exhausted.”

While what Vi said did ease some of you worrying, it didn’t stay for long. For the rest of the week, Vi was still with Caitlyn. Even though you attended most of the same classes, and stayed in the same home, you only saw her in passing or for only an hour at night. And every word that came out of her mouth was about the other girl.

“I really think you’ll like Cait, she reminds me of you.”

“Caitlyn squatted 210 today! She’s catching up to me.”

”I’m sorry, baby. Cait and I made plans to see that movie. You can still come!” You hate to admit it but that comment made you pissed off more than anything.

Caitlyn, Caitlyn, Caitlyn. You haven’t even properly met the girl yet it seemed like you knew everything about her.

When Friday finally came, you just hoped Vi would pay more attention to you rather than her friend. Unfortunately, you were proven wrong.

Hey, pretty, the game is starting soon. Are you still coming?

6:37pm

Yoooo Viiii??

7:01pm

Violet, dude, where are you??

7:15pm

Your leg tapped nervously against the ground, scanning the crowd for the familiar pink haired girl, but you came up dry. In the crowd you could see Jayce, Viktor and Mel who all gave you encouraging smiles. Even Jinx showed up, sitting next to Ekko. She gave you a small shrug at your questioning glance before turning back to your phone, possibly texting her sister.

The coach got your attention, urging you to join your teammates on the court. And with a heavy, disappointed sigh, you got up from the bench. You couldn’t focus on Vi anymore, but you still hoped that she would show up sometime during the game. She did promise after all.

But throughout the game, that familiar full head of pink hair was nowhere to be seen. There was an empty spot next to Jinx that was never filled. Trying to ignore the wide open space was almost impossible, but the game was won without Vi cheering for you. Sure, the ball did slip from your hands more times than you’d like to admit, but your team won.

Your friends that did decide to show up wanted to take you out for the rest of the night, a congratulatory dinner, but you weren’t feeling it. And while Jinx doesn’t like saying the word no, she surprisingly let you go home after you refused. You really just wanted to see if or when Vi would be home.

It was nearing nine at night and Vi still hadn’t called you and your recent text went unanswered. The TV was playing a show, mostly used as background noise as your thoughts took over you.

Almost thirty minutes later, you could hear some noise coming from the hallway.

The door to the apartment opened and you could hear Vi humming a song to herself when she locked up for the night. From your spot on the couch, you saw nothing wrong with her so you were glad to know she was safe. But now she had to dig herself out of the hole she dug.

Vi actually seemed surprised to see you but the smile she gave you was instant. “Oh, hey, babe. Why are you still up?”

”Waiting for you,” you shot back, moving to get closer to her. “It’s been hours Vi, we all have been calling and texting you—“

Vi showed you her phone, a black screen staring back at you. “It died a while ago. What’s with the third degree?”

”Do you remember what day it is?”

”Um…the tenth?”

”Um, maybe it’s the day of my game that you’d promise to come to,” you mocked. Yeah, you were being petty but you thought she deserved it.

Vi muttered a small curse to herself and she looked genuinely apologetic. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I swear, I was going to come but then my phone died, and-and I was with Caitlyn and—“

A heavy sigh escaped you at the name. “Caitlyn, right yeah. That makes sense.”

A look came on Vi’s face, one you knew too well when she was about to become argumentative. “What are you talking about?”

”You’ve been spending a lot of time with her, Vi,” you pointed out. “I’ve noticed it— we all have. You’re always with her.”

”We’re friends!”

”You’re friends with Jayce but when’s the last time you’ve hung out with him since meeting Caitlyn? Is she too rich for chargers so you couldn’t check your phone for five minutes?”

Vi scoffed at you. “What, you want me to stop hanging out with Caitlyn just because you’re jealous?”

”I have nothing to be jealous of, Violet!” You yelled. “Cait’s a friend, I get that. But you have been blowing me off time and time again for her. And the one time I actually needed you, you were with her instead. How the hell do you expect me to feel?”

A short pause came from Violet. And what she said next, set your skin aflame.

”I just think you’re overreacting. It’s a fucking game, I’ll just watch the next one.”

“Okay, you know what,” you paused, running your hands over your face; it didn’t do much to calm your heated nerves. “I’m not doing this with you, right now, Vi.”

Vi’s tense posture immediately changed at the tone of your voice; it was shaky, as if you were holding back tears. You almost never cried, at least in front of her, so the new sight was worrisome. She heard you breath in harshly before continuing.

“I’m way too upset at you right now to even finish this conversation,” you said quietly to her. “I’m tired…and honestly just want some space from you.”

Vi swore her heart stopped at those words. Space? “You…Y/N, you can’t be serious.” Space was the main thing Vi hated. It meant you leaving her.

”I am, actually.” Your back was turned from her at that point so you couldn’t see her face fall in disbelief at the sight of you getting ready to leave the apartment.

She knew you made up your mind and were done hearing her but Vi still had to try. “Babe, don’t go. You’re right, is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry, alright?”

”Glad you came to your senses,” you muttered, albeit bitterly.

Vi was desperate at this point. “You don’t have to leave! I can sleep out here!”

”When I said ‘space’, Vi, I meant completely,” you said. Your voice was starting to get tense, a tell that you were getting annoyed. “My parents live a few minutes away, remember? I'll be fine.”

”Y/N please, just—“

“Vi! I’ll…talk to you eventually,” was the last thing you said before the door closed behind you.

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Footnotes, 201 - 250

[201] W. Gramich, Verfassungs- und Verwaltungsgeschichte der Stadt Würzburg im 13. bis zum 15. Jahrhundert, Würzburg, 1882, p. 34.

[202] When a boat brought a cargo of coal to Würzburg, coal could only be sold in retail during the first eight days, each family being entitled to no more than fifty basketfuls. The remaining cargo could be sold wholesale, but the retailer was allowed to raise a zittlicher profit only, the unzittlicher, or dishonest profit, being strictly forbidden (Gramich, l.c.). Same in London (Liber albus, quoted by Ochenkowski, p. 161), and, in fact, everywhere.

[203] See Fagniez, Études sur l’industrie et la classe industrielle à Paris au XIIIme et XIVme siècle, Paris, 1877, pp. 155 seq. It hardly need be added that the tax on bread, and on beer as well, was settled after careful experiments as to the quantity of bread and beer which could be obtained from a given amount of corn. The Amiens archives contain the minutes of such experiences (A. de Calonne, l.c. pp. 77, 93). Also those of London (Ochenkowski, England’s wirthschaftliche Entwickelung, etc., Jena, 1879, p. 165).

[204] Ch. Gross, The Guild Merchant, Oxford, 1890, i. 135. His documents prove that this practice existed in Liverpool (ii. 148–150), Waterford in Ireland, Neath in Wales, and Linlithgow and Thurso in Scotland. Mr. Gross’s texts also show that the purchases were made for distribution, not only among the merchant burgesses, but “upon all citsains and commynalte” (p. 136, note), or, as the Thurso ordinance of the seventeenth century runs, to “make offer to the merchants, craftsmen, and inhabitants of the said burgh, that they may have their proportion of the same, according to their necessitys and ability.”

[205] The Early History of the Guild of Merchant Taylors, by Charles M. Clode, London, 1888, i. 361, appendix 10; also the following appendix which shows that the same purchases were made in 1546.

[206] Cibrario, Les conditions économiques de l’Italie au temps de Dante, Paris, 1865, p. 44.

[207] A. de Calonne, La vie municipale au XVme siècle dans le Nord de la France, Paris, 1880, pp. 12–16. In 1485 the city permitted the export to Antwerp of a certain quantity of corn, “the inhabitants of Antwerp being always ready to be agreeable to the merchants and burgesses of Amiens” (ibid., pp. 75–77 and texts).

[208] A. Babeau, La ville sous l’ancien régime, Paris, 1880.

[209] Ennen, Geschichte der Stadt Köln, i. 491, 492, also texts.

[210] The literature of the subject is immense; but there is no work yet which treats of the mediæval city as of a whole. For the French Communes, Augustin Thierry’s Lettres and Considérations sur l’histoire de France still remain classical, and Luchaire’s Communes françaises is an excellent addition on the same lines. For the cities of Italy, the great work of Sismondi (Histoire des républiques italiennes du moyen âge, Paris, 1826, 16 vols.), Leo and Botta’s History of Italy, Ferrari’s Révolutions d’Italie, and Hegel’s Geschichte der Städteverfassung in Italien, are the chief sources of general information. For Germany we have Maurer’s Städteverfassung, Barthold’s Geschichte der deutschen Städte, and, of recent works, Hegel’s Städte und Gilden der germanischen Völker (2 vols. Leipzig, 1891), and Dr. Otto Kallsen’s Die deutschen Städte im Mittelalter (2 vols. Halle, 1891), as also Janssen’s Geschichte des deutschen Volkes (5 vols. 1886), which, let us hope, will soon be translated into English (French translation in 1892). For Belgium, A. Wauters, Les Libertés communales (Bruxelles, 1869–78, 3 vols.). For Russia, Byelaeff’s, Kostomaroff’s and Sergievich’s works. And finally, for England, we posses one of the best works on cities of a wider region in Mrs. J.R. Green’s Town Life in the Fifteenth Century (2 vols. London, 1894). We have, moreover, a wealth of well-known local histories, and several excellent works of general or economical history which I have so often mentioned in this and the preceding chapter. The richness of literature consists, however, chiefly in separate, sometimes admirable, researches into the history of separate cities, especially Italian and German; the guilds; the land question; the economical principles of the time; the economical importance of guilds and crafts; the leagues between, cities (the Hansa); and communal art. An incredible wealth of information is contained in works of this second category, of which only some of the more important are named in these pages.

[211] Kulischer, in an excellent essay on primitive trade (Zeitschrift für Völkerpsychologie, Bd. x. 380), also points out that, according to Herodotus, the Argippaeans were considered inviolable, because the trade between the Scythians and the northern tribes took place on their territory. A fugitive was sacred on their territory, and they were often asked to act as arbiters for their neighbors. See Appendix XI.

[212] Some discussion has lately taken place upon the Weichbild and the Weichbild-law, which still remain obscure (see Zöpfl, Alterthümer des deutschen Reichs und Rechts, iii. 29; Kallsen, i. 316). The above explanation seems to be the more probable, but, of course, it must be tested by further research. It is also evident that, to use a Scotch expression, the “mercet cross” could be considered as an emblem of Church jurisdiction, but we find it both in bishop cities and in those in which the folkmote was sovereign.

[213] For all concerning the merchant guild see Mr. Gross’s exhaustive work, The Guild Merchant (Oxford, 1890, 2 vols.); also Mrs. Green’s remarks in Town Life in the Fifteenth Century, vol. ii. chaps. v. viii. x; and A. Doren’s review of the subject in Schmoller’s Forschungen, vol. xii. If the considerations indicated in the previous chapter (according to which trade was communal at its beginnings) prove to be correct, it will be permissible to suggest as a probable hypothesis that the guild merchant was a body entrusted with commerce in the interest of the whole city, and only gradually became a guild of merchants trading for themselves; while the merchant adventurers of this country, the Novgorod povolniki (free colonizers and merchants) and the mercati personati, would be those to whom it was left to open new markets and new branches of commerce for themselves. Altogether, it must be remarked that the origin of the medieval city can be ascribed to no separate agency. It was a result of many agencies in different degrees.

[214] Janssen’s Geschichte des deutschen Volkes, i. 315; Gramich’s Würzburg; and, in fact, any collection of ordinances.

[215] Falke, Geschichtliche Statistik, i. 373–393, and ii. 66; quoted in Janssen’s Geschichte, i. 339; J.D. Blavignac, in Comptes et dépenses de la construction du clocher de Saint-Nicolas à Friborg en Suisse, comes to a similar conclusion. For Amiens, De Calonne’s Vie Municipale, p. 99 and Appendix. For a thorough appreciation and graphical representation of the mediæval wages in England and their value in bread and meat, see G. Steffen’s excellent article and curves in The Nineteenth Century for 1891, and Studier öfver lönsystemets historia i England, Stockholm, 1895.

[216] To quote but one example out of many which may be found in Schönberg’s and Falke’s works, the sixteen shoemaker workers (Schusterknechte) of the town Xanten, on the Rhine, gave, for erecting a screen and an altar in the church, 75 guldens of subscriptions, and 12 guldens out of their box, which money was worth, according to the best valuations, ten times its present value.

[217] Quoted by Janssen, l.c. i. 343.

[218] The Economical Interpretation of History, London, 1891, p. 303.

[219] Janssen, l.c. See also Dr. Alwin Schultz, Deutsches Leben im XIV und XV Jahrhundert, grosse Ausgabe, Wien, 1892, pp. 67 seq. At Paris, the day of labor varied from seven to eight hours in the winter to fourteen hours in summer in certain trades, while in others it was from eight to nine hours in winter, to from ten to twelve in Summer. All work was stopped on Saturdays and on about twenty-five other days (jors de commun de vile foire) at four o’clock, while on Sundays and thirty other holidays there was no work at all. The general conclusion is, that the mediæval worker worked less hours, all taken, than the present-day worker (Dr. E. Martin Saint-Léon, Histoire des corporations, p. 121).

[220] W. Stieda, “Hansische Vereinbarungen über städtisches Gewerbe im XIV und XV Jahrhundert,” in Hansische Geschichtsblätter, Jahrgang 1886, p. 121. Schönberg’s Wirthschaftliche Bedeutung der Zünfte; also, partly, Roscher.

[221] See Toulmin Smith’s deeply-felt remarks about the royal spoliation of the guilds, in Miss Smith’s Introduction to English Guilds. In France the same royal spoliation and abolition of the guilds’ jurisdiction was begun from 1306, and the final blow was struck in 1382 (Fagniez, l.c. pp. 52–54).

[222] Adam Smith and his contemporaries knew well what they were condemning when they wrote against the State interference in trade and the trade monopolies of State creation. Unhappily, their followers, with their hopeless superficiality, flung mediæval guilds and State interference into the same sack, making no distinction between a Versailles edict and a guild ordinance. It hardly need be said that the economists who have seriously studied the subject, like Schönberg (the editor of the well-known course of Political Economy), never fell into such an error. But, till lately, diffuse discussions of the above type went on for economical “science.”

[223] In Florence the seven minor arts made their revolution in 1270–82, and its results are fully described by Perrens (Histoire de Florence, Paris, 1877, 3 vols.), and especially by Gino Capponi (Storia della repubblica di Firenze, 2da edizione, 1876, i. 58–80; translated into German). In Lyons, on the contrary, where the movement of the minor crafts took place in 1402, the latter were defeated and lost the right of themselves nominating their own judges. The two parties came apparently to a compromise. In Rostock the same movement took place in 1313; in Zürich in 1336; in Bern in 1363; in Braunschweig in 1374, and next year in Hamburg; in Lübeck in 1376–84; and so on. See Schmoller’s Strassburg zur Zeit der Zunftkämpfe and Strassburg’s Blüthe; Brentano’s Arbeitergilden der Gegenwart, 2 vols., Leipzig, 1871–72; Eb. Bain’s Merchant and Craft Guilds, Aberdeen, 1887, pp. 26–47, 75, etc. As to Mr. Gross’s opinion relative to the same struggles in England, see Mrs. Green’s remarks in her Town Life in the Fifteenth Century, ii. 190–217; also the chapter on the Labor Question, and, in fact, the whole of this extremely interesting volume. Brentano’s views on the crafts’ struggles, expressed especially in iii. and iv. of his essay “On the History and Development of Guilds,” in Toulmin Smith’s English Guilds remain classical for the subject, and may be said to have been again and again confirmed by subsequent research.

[224] To give but one example — Cambrai made its first revolution in 907, and, after three or four more revolts, it obtained its charter in 1076. This charter was repealed twice (1107 and 1138), and twice obtained again (in 1127 and 1180). Total, 223 years of struggles before conquering the right to independence. Lyons — from 1195 to 1320.

[225] See Tuetey, “Étude sur Le droit municipal... en Franche-Comté,” in Mémoires de la Société d’émulation de Montbéliard, 2e série, ii. 129 seq.

[226] This seems to have been often the case in Italy. In Switzerland, Bern bought even the towns of Thun and Burgdorf.

[227] Such was, at least, the case in the cities of Tuscany (Florence, Lucca, Sienna, Bologna, etc.), for which the relations between city and peasants are best known. (Luchitzkiy, “Slavery and Russian Slaves in Florence,” in Kieff University Izvestia for 1885, who has perused Rumohr’s Ursprung der Besitzlosigkeit der Colonien in Toscana, 1830.) The whole matter concerning the relations between the cities and the peasants requires much more study than has hitherto been done.

[228] Ferrari’s generalizations are often too theoretical to bealways correct; but his views upon the part played by the nobles in the city wars are based upon a wide range of authenticated facts.

[229] Only such cities as stubbornly kept to the cause of the barons, like Pisa or Verona, lost through the wars. For many towns which fought on the barons’ side, the defeat was also the beginning of liberation and progress.

[230] Ferrari, ii. 18, 104 seq.; Leo and Botta, i. 432.

[231] Joh. Falke, Die Hansa als Deutsche See- und Handelsmacht, Berlin, 1863, pp. 31, 55.

[232] For Aachen and Cologne we have direct testimony that the bishops of these two cities — one of them bought by the enemy opened to him the gates.

[233] See the facts, though not always the conclusions, of Nitzsch, iii. 133 seq.; also Kallsen, i. 458, etc.

[234] On the Commune of the Laonnais, which, until Melleville’s researches (Histoire de la Commune du Laonnais, Paris, 1853), was confounded with the Commune of Laon, see Luchaire, pp. 75 seq. For the early peasants’ guilds and subsequent unions see R. Wilman’s “Die ländlichen Schutzgilden Westphaliens,” in Zeitschrift für Kulturgeschichte, neue Folge, Bd. iii., quoted in Henne-am-Rhyn’s Kulturgeschichte, iii. 249.

[235] Luchaire, p. 149.

[236] Two important cities, like Mainz and Worms, would settle a political contest by means of arbitration. After a civil war broken out in Abbeville, Amiens would act, in 1231, as arbiter (Luchaire, 149); and so on.

[237] See, for instance, W. Stieda, Hansische Vereinbarungen, l.c., p.114.

[238] Cosmo Innes’s Early Scottish History and Scotland in Middle Ages, quoted by Rev. Denton, l.c., pp. 68, 69; Lamprecht’s Deutsches wirthschaftliche Leben im Mittelalter, review by Schmoller in his Jahrbuch, Bd. xii.; Sismondi’s Tableau de l’agriculture toscane, pp. 226 seq. The dominions of Florence could be recognized at a glance through their prosperity.

[239] Mr. John J. Ennett (Six Essays, London, 1891) has excellent pages on this aspect of mediæval architecture. Mr. Willis, in his appendix to Whewell’s History of Inductive Sciences (i. 261–262), has pointed out the beauty of the mechanical relations in mediæval buildings. “A new decorative construction was matured,” he writes, “not thwarting and controlling, but assisting and harmonizing with the mechanical construction. Every member, every molding, becomes a sustainer of weight; and by the multiplicity of props assisting each other, and the consequent subdivision of weight, the eye was satisfied of the stability of the structure, notwithstanding curiously slender aspects of the separate parts.” An art which sprang out of the social life of the city could not be better characterized.

[240] Dr. L. Ennen, Der Dom zu Köln, seine Construction und Anstaltung, Köln, 1871.

[241] The three statues are among the outer decorations of Nôtre Dame de Paris.

[242] Mediæval art, like Greek art, did not know those curiosity shops which we call a National Gallery or a Museum. A picture was painted, a statue was carved, a bronze decoration was cast to stand in its proper place in a monument of communal art. It lived there, it was part of a whole, and it contributed to give unity to the impression produced by the whole.

[243] Cf. J. T. Ennett’s “Second Essay,” p. 36.

[244] Sismondi, iv. 172; xvi. 356. The great canal, Naviglio Grande, which brings the water from the Tessino, was begun in 1179, i.e. after the conquest of independence, and it was ended in the thirteenth century. On the subsequent decay, see xvi. 355.

[245] In 1336 it had 8,000 to 10,000 boys and girls in its primary schools, 1,000 to 1,200 boys in its seven middle schools, and from 550 to 600 students in its four universities. The thirty communal hospitals contained over 1,000 beds for a population of 90,000 inhabitants (Capponi, ii. 249 seq.). It has more than once been suggested by authoritative writers that education stood, as a rule, at a much higher level than is generally supposed. Certainly so in democratic Nuremberg.

[246] Cf. L. Ranke’s excellent considerations upon the essence of Roman Law in his Weltgeschichte, Bd. iv. Abth. 2, pp. 20–31. Also Sismondi’s remarks upon the part played by the légistes in the constitution of royal authority, Histoire des Français, Paris, 1826, viii. 85–99. The popular hatred against these “weize Doktoren und Beutelschneider des Volks” broke out with full force in the first years of the sixteenth century in the sermons of the early Reform movement.

[247] Brentano fully understood the fatal effects of the struggle between the “old burghers” and the new-comers. Miaskowski, in his work on the village communities of Switzerland, has indicated the same for village communities.

[248] The trade in slaves kidnapped in the East was never discontinued in the Italian republics till the fifteenth century. Feeble traces of it are found also in Germany and elsewhere. See Cibrario. Della schiavitù e del servaggio, 2 vols. Milan, 1868; Professor Luchitzkiy, “Slavery and Russian Slaves in Florence in the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Centuries,” in Izvestia of the Kieff University, 1885.

[249] J.R. Green’s History of the English People, London, 1878, i. 455.

[250] See the theories expressed by the Bologna lawyers, already at the Congress of Roncaglia in 1158.

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"And I know what you are doing," said Tobirama. "You are changing the subject so that I don't realise that you are memorising the books with the sharingan, to read and reproduce later. I already have, and I envy your library." 

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Tobirama caught it, with all the skill of a shinobi. It was a book on hanakotoba, the meaning of flowers. 

"Find the page on amaryllis for me," said Izuna. "I want to see if you were bullshitting." 

Tobirama flipped the book open to the entry on pussy willow instead. 

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#3

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. Get a fucking grip.

word count. 0.687k. warning. profanity.

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205 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#2

𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ⁀ MASTERLIST

SYNOPSIS. Wonyoung & Jungwon are more alike then people think. Besides the basics, like being the same age and both being idols, they both enough the same types of music, stan the same groups, and they both have a crush on ETERNIA’s maknae. Only two problems. The world is convinced they’re secretly dating and they both don't know that the other likes Y/N L/N

PAIRING. jang wonyoung x gender neutral! idol!reader x yang jungwon

GENRE. idol au, crack/my attempts at humor, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, fluff, friends to lovers.

WARNINGS. strong language, drama, sexual jokes/references, dumb kids being dumb kids, idol drama, mentions of depression, cheating fighting, minor toxicity, bi wonyoung, bi jungwon.

FEATURING. enhypen, ive, some members of le sserafim, blackswan, p1harmony, seventeen, fromis_9, kard, bts, vevila, skz.

NOTE. WE BACK🤭first and foremost, full credits to @seungstarss for making this amazing banner for the fic!!! im so excited for this especially because this time its a co-ed group!! also, because vevila is featured in this, i will be giving y/n a name!! not sure what it is yet but yeah? also like before and like usually in my smaus, y/n doesn’t have a set face claim! and they are gender neutral so sometimes ill sure a fem fc and sometimes a masc fc and yeah. UPDATE: fault lines is now discontinued.

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310 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 - MASTERLIST

SYNOPSIS. Y/N never considered once after she debuted that she would get the chance to (fake)date Park Sunghoon, the boy she had a crush on since he debuted. Sunghoon on the other had never thought he would get the chance to date the newly debuted idol from VEVILA. Both feel as though they are on cloud nine, until Sunghoon has to MC with his ex, who can't catch a hint.

PAIRING. idol! park sunghoon x idol! fem! reader

GENRE. idol au, fake dating, crack/my attempts at humor, fake lovers to lovers, angst, fluff

WARNINGS. strong language, drama, sexual jokes/references, dumb kids being dumb kids, idol drama, mentions of depression, cheating fighting, minor toxicity, tba.

STATUS. FINISHED. (March 10th - July 21st)

FEATURING. enhypen, felix & hyunjin of skz(mentioned), bahiyyih of kep1er, beomgyu of txt(mentioned), wonyoung of ive, eunchae of le sserafim, jongseob of p1h, sriya of blackswan

NOTE. back with another smau!! ik i said i would publish one until i finished fault lines but😍🤭 anyways i hope you guys like this!! updates will be iffy because i still will be prioritizing fault lines, but i definitely will be updating!! credits to @wonvelvet for my amazing ass cover im still not over how gorgeous it is. dont take this shit seriously, yk? this in no way reflects how idols act in real life so dont be that person and take it too seriously

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867 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

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[sadistic-softie]

Personality/biography post idk. I got extremely bored.

My personality as a fictional character kinning playlist and some others:

INTJ-T (16 personalities. I retake the test often)

Fav colors:

Chartreuse green

Any green

Red

Purple + violet

Indigo

Silver

Fav music genres:

Disco + future funk

Breakbeat genres

EDM genres

Rock genres

Metal

Rave

A lot of weird shit I can't place a genre on

Experimental electronic music

Videogame OSTs

Funky mental shit:

Anxiety/depression combo, OCD, dermatillomania, occasional severe dissociation, AvPD, CPTSD+hypersexuality, substance use shit but it's mild stuff like sugar and cough drops and mouthwash strips idk why but keep me away from the stash, raised by YouTube YTPs, creepypasta, and vine compilations.

Severe tornado phobia+nuclear war phobia? Idk why, bear phobia (not unreasonable IMO), silence phobia, mild agoraphobia, defensive to a fault, extremely repressed anger, Mommy issues/child of divorce/dead parental figure cliche, friendless lmao, scared of friendship and love, doomed by insecurities to eternal and excessive introspection? And probably some other shit.

Pride:

AFAB, Pansexual, omniflux (Romantic), demiromantic, polyamorous, genderfluid

All pronoun sets:

She/her, he/him, they/them, she/they, he/they, she/he/they, (any/I don't care).

Weird hobbies/fixations I've had forever:

Autocannibalism/cannibalism

Bugs/insects/bug-like creatures

Character creation/design/OCs

MLP

Blood

Bondage/pretending to be stuck on purpose because the struggle is fun????(Idk I was a weird kid)

Fictional torture

MUSIC ALL THE TIME

Legal system and criminal justice

Mysteries and thrillers (media)

Mediocre/shitty videogames

FNaF 😭

Artsy shit idk

Generic thick silver chains

The idea of prison dungeons

Human sized cages

Medieval castles/houses/armor (real + fantasy)

Fire + candles

LPS

The background art in almost any LPS media

Swingset for hours as coping mechanism

Hospitals/doctors/medical settings

Random:

I like how blood tastes and I think it's hot

I have a huge collection of figurines and plushies

JJBA genuinely changed me as a person

Saw2004 is my new comfort movie (and it came out on my birth year!) I've watched it probably way more than ten times now

I go crazy for certain pasta and seafood dishes

I enjoy binge eating grapes and sunflower kernels

On rare occasions, I have manic episodes of ??? that scare my family and myself

I've been through quite a few things I'm surprised I survived

My voice can only really sound masculine when I'm singing a certain way

My fear responses are typically flight or faun (or vomit)

I've never broken or fractured a bone

My childhood song was Walk by Pantera

Like Star Trek, dislike Starwars

School subjects: best at english, worst at history

I feel more like a fictional character than a real person at all times (and definitely not the main character)

Also, I'm a fury (don't jump to conclusions)

Also I'm a sadist (don't jump to conclusions)

Also I tried to make a list of all my kinks once and it filled two whole pages and it was not done but I gave up.

Main kinks: piss, hands, bondage, sadomasochism, humiliation, medical/doctor, praise, degradation, bandages/casts/injury treatment.

Also I weigh 210 lbs lmao

Hyperhydrosis and asthma team up to kick my ass all summer long and also other times I guess

I had a lot of fun making this tbh

I had fun making this little Google slides thingy:

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[starrysnowdrop]

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV

Entry #1: College AU

Yume Aino x G’raha Tia

1,658 Words

Yume Aino is an Archaeology graduate student at Eorzea University, where she meets G’raha Tia, a fellow graduate student of Archaeology specializing in Allag. Slice of Life and romance shenanigans ensue.

Note: This is only a short snippet of what I plan on writing for this AU in the future. Enjoy everyone!

Yume began to walk down the hallway of the History and Anthropology building to her next class, and she could scarcely imagine that she would be starting the new semester with a newfound companion in tow. The young miqo’te man, whom she had just met in her first class that morning, was named G’raha Tia, and she was fascinated by his crimson hair and matching ruby eyes that shown back at her when she looked over to him.

His ears flicked momentarily before he spoke, “So, what made you decide to come to Eorzea to study? I know that the University in Kugane is highly renowned.”

Yume nodded. “That it is, but it’s only a 20 minute drive from my house… the only place I’ve ever lived, and directly under my father’s thumb. I knew that if I ever wanted some semblance of independence and peace of mind, I had to study abroad.”

“I see. You had to spread your wings, so to speak.”

Yume couldn’t help but to smile at G’raha’s metaphorical statement.

“Precisely, and I have never been happier since I made that decision six years ago.”

“Do you visit your family often?”

“Well, I do try to visit whenever I can, but usually when I’m on a break from classes, there’s a dig that I want to go on instead. So I don’t get to visit as often as I used to.”

Yume looked over to G’raha after she responded to his question to see him observing her attentively.

Once again, it seemed he was very interested in getting to know her and what she had to say, as he had asked her many questions already about herself without divulging anything about himself. He was certainly a breath of fresh air from the usual men that tried to engage in conversation with her, always so full of themselves and boasting of themselves and their accomplishments, without any thought of person they were desperately trying to impress.

In contrast, G’raha Tia had an air of mystery about him, and Yume was determined to discover more, and see what lies beneath.

“Where are you from G’raha?”

The question seemed to catch him a bit off guard, as he was in a trancelike state taking in all of her words and processing them, but he was quick to recover after his ears stood upright and moved back into a relaxed position.

“I hail from Sharlayan, specifically the Isle of Val. I also did my undergraduate work at the University there, although my degree is in History and not in Archaeology, so I still have a few classes to take to catch up with my peers that took those classes for their undergrad.”

“Oh wow, Sharlayan?! I’ve always wanted to go to Sharlayan! I have heard how beautiful it is!”

Yume looked off into the distance as they continued to walk, though her mind was malms away, imagining the elegant, white marble standing along the shores of the distant, northern island.

Unknowingly to her, it certainly was not what G’raha was focused on as he replied, “Yes, it is rather beautiful…”

After a moment, Yume glanced over at the scarlet haired miqo’te, who was looking straight at her with a gentle smile. Her heart began to quicken in her chest as she could feel heat rising to her cheeks. She decided to change the subject so she could distract herself from what her body was trying to tell her.

“Ahem, so what is the room number again?”

G’raha’s ears perked up as he quickly responded, “Oh right! It’s ummmm… 205.”

“Okay, we are at 210, so it should be right ahead.”

The two then walked a few paces before they encountered a classroom door at the very end of the hallway on the right.

“Ahh, here it is!” Yume pointed to the open doorway with the right room number posted on the adjacent wall.

G’raha then motioned with his hand to her to go on ahead of him. “After you, my lady.”

Yume giggled as she performed a loudly flamboyant Eorzean curtsy, “Why thank you, my lord. Such a gentleman.”

The Raen then walked into the classroom, spotted a desk in the front row just off to the side by the window, and sat down. Yume was not surprised to see G’raha come and sit in the closest nearby seat just off to her right.

“So, you tend to sit in the front row as well?” G’raha asked as he opened his bag and grabbed a pen and a notebook.

Yume replied while digging around for her favorite pen, which had conveniently fell down to the very bottom of the black hole of her bag. “Yes, or at least I try to anyway.”

“It does help to keep your attention on the instructor, or so it helps me when I tend to get sleepy listening to a lecture at such an early time.”

“Exactly!” Yume then looked down at her schedule that she had printed out this morning and her eyebrow raised in curiosity.

G’raha then tilted his head questioning her look. “What is it?”

“Hmmm… I don’t recognize this professor’s name. Strange… I thought I knew all the professors in the Archaeology Department,” Yume said as she passed the paper over to G’raha to inspect.

“Garlond… I wonder if they are related to Midas Garlond.”

“Who?”

“Oh, uhh, Midas Garlond is a famous Garlean physicist who first theorized and later developed Quantum Computing.”

Yume’s eyes widened as she grabbed the paper back from G’raha’s outstretched hand. “Ohhhh… I mean, good for him I guess.”

That made G’raha let out a chuckle. “Well, I don’t exactly know how it all works though. That’s just some piece of trivia that got stuck in my brain after watching too much Jeopardy.”

Yume audibly gasped as her eyes began to sparkle with joy. “Wait, you watch Jeopardy too?! I didn’t think many in our generation watched it still.”

The miqo’te blushed but he couldn’t help but to beam. “I didn’t think so either, but perhaps we are just too cool for the rest of them, right Yume?”

“Right!”

G’raha leaned over his desk towards Yume and spoke with a seductive tone, “But if you’re impressed with that, just you wait, that’s not even the nerdiest thing that I do. I also play D&D and I am a video game streamer.”

Yume didn’t get a chance to respond as her furiously beating heart was interrupted by a booming deep, masculine voice.

“Good morning everyone!”

“Good morning!” Some of the students replied.

“Just give me another minute or two, and then we will get started.”

~**~

Right after class ended, the students began filing out of the room, and soon Yume and G’raha each picked up their belongings and followed suit. As soon as Yume crossed the threshold into the hallway, she saw a familiar face standing vigil across the way. She would recognize the lavender hair and cheerful expression anywhere.

“Yume! I found you!”

“Tataru! You came here all the way from the Business Building?”

“Yeah it’s on the way to the Student Union already, so I figured I’d come get you instead of waiting for you there,” Tataru shrugged her shoulders before glancing over to the crimson miqo’te man. “Well well well, who is this handsome suitor at your side?”

G’raha’s eyes widened momentarily and then he quickly smiled and waved at the young lalafellin woman. “G’raha Tia, at your service.”

“I’m Tataru Taru! It’s nice to meet you!”

“Likewise!” G’raha then turned towards Yume. “Well, I must be going to my next class soon, but first, Yume, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh sure! What is it?”

The miqo’te then, to Yume’s surprise, began to rub his arms with his hands, his ears flattened to his head, his tail was swishing back and forth, and he was gazing downward at the ground for a few seconds before he looked back up at Yume with apprehension in his crimson eyes. “May I, ummm, I h—have your number? Maybe we can get coffee together sometime… if that’s alright with you.”

The raen and the lalafell then gave each other a look of shock before they both started giggling. Yume couldn’t help but find him absolutely adorable when he was so shy, but she secretly commended him for overcoming those all too obvious nerves and say what had probably been on his mind for hours now.

Yume simply nodded with a gentle smile on her face. “Of course G’raha!”

G’raha’s ears shot up and his eyes lit up with an intense glimmer of joy as Yume took out a tiny stack of yellow sun-shaped post-it notes from her bag, quickly scribbled her name and tomestone number, peeled off the top note, and handed him the piece of paper to him.

“Here!”

He took the note in hand and held it gently like a precious artifact before smiling brilliantly back at her. “Thank you, Yume. You are too kind. I’ll uhhh, talk to you later then.”

G’raha then lifted his hand in farewell and walked away towards his next class.

“Okay. Bye bye!” Yume called back to him before turning her attention to Tataru, who was smirking with devilish delight.

“Yume! First day and you already have a man lined up! You little minx you!”

“What?! No no no, I just thought…” Yume waved her hands around while her cheeks burned intensely.

“Woah woah, you do know what asking for someone’s number means… don’t you?”

“Well… I just thought that we could be good friends is all.”

Tataru sighed deeply and slumped over utterly exasperated, as if all energy was sapped from her body.

“What did I say? Tataru?!”

Tataru simply shrugged and began to walk off, with a befuddled Yume running after her friend hoping for some sort of explanation.

“Sweetie, I think we need to have a discussion about Eorzean dating customs.”

[zukkanovels]

RULES

Just like last year; This is a fun project meant for fans of the ship, to show off your skills, participate in a fun project or/and meet people who think alike. I don’t tolerate any hate, not within the group and not against other ships and fans of the show. I’m, as of now, the only one managing this project, please keep that in mind. The book is no professional work and simply a hobby. I’ll keep everyone updated once editing starts. You’re allowed to share your work beforehand if you’re ok with it being spoiled. Just small snippets are also cool, you can use the hashtag #zukkanovel for either!

All stories must be kept safe for the general audience. Teen and up rating is fine but explicit content in any way, shape or form is not acceptable for this one. Warnings such as mentions of death, etc have to be given.

REQUIREMENTS

In general;

- everyone’s required to talk to the person they were paired with, obviously! Weekly updates are fine but if you haven’t heard from your partner in over a week you should message me! - if you ever miss any dates AFTER you’ve been announced part of the project, don’t sweat it too much, we will find a way around it, always come to me if you fear you won’t make something in time! - a discord account and an email for the confirmation notification. you don’t have to be otherwise active in the server

Writers; It doesn't have to connect to any other stories, they can either suffer amnesia and not even know they're in a different universe or know that they are but not remember where they've been before.

- have to write at least 200 words and up to 3-5k words - have to provide trigger warnings if needed - written in a google doc or sent as a pdf file for easy sharing - PLEASE capitalize your words, no all low-caps

Artists; I made everything look colorful and bright, but do not feel obligated to match this, match the AU instead!

- three options available : title cover image , one full page or 2-3 smaller text-breaking images - the drawing must be in a DIN A4 format ( 210 x 297 mm ) but only the format matters, not the resolution - must NOT crop the drawing if it doesn’t take up the entire page - smaller images have to have a transparent background - preferably know how to work with CMYK for potential prints

But mainly, and I want to stress this, HAVE FUN! This isn't big corporation business stuff, it's okay if your writing isn't the new Stephen King or your art the next Van Gough. It's all subjective, anyway, so I encourage everyone to have fun in being messy and trying new things or staying in a comfort zone!! Maybe it’s time to tackle that one AU you’ve been craving to do.

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[soysaucevictim]

Taste The Heat

Summary: Remus has many reasons he enjoys doing exercise. It’s healthy. It’s distracting… let’s just say, there’s “self care” and then there’s self care. (Sanders Sides, Gym Rat AU. One-shot. Ao3 link.)

Genres: Slice of Life, PWP (?), Character Study (???)

Characters: Remus-centric. Roman, Patton, Logan, and Janus mentioned.

Relationships: Background Creativitwins (familial)

Warnings: S3xual content, masturbation, AFAB anatomy, frot, exhibitionism, omo (not emphasized), BDSM (mentioned), vomit (mentioned), monsterfucking (mentioned), Remus Being Remus, Trans Masc / Nonbinary Remus

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It was a realization he had a couple years into this whole fitness journey or whatever his friends would call it.

Like, he wasn’t naive about basic anatomy.

He thought he knew some tried and true tricks to get the motor running. He’s seen himself some delights in the BDSM scene and he’s yawned about the more vanilla approaches to getting the rocks off. Don’t get him STARTED on all the kudos he dropped on monsterfucker fics. (Okay, actually, he’d love that. Please do.)

Padre and Microsoft Turd would happily tell him he was just making the old ticker good and strong. Which he’d grant them that, it’s nice not being as easily winded as he used to be as a bored-out-of-his-mind couch potato.

Anyways, unlike his brother’s over-achieving ass. He didn’t really walk into his workouts with much of a plan. He just loved how it all felt, loving the stimulation – to melt his stress and restless energy.

Feeling like you’re thirsty for air. Feeling like your body is on fire. Feeling like you’re about to puke your guts out.

Oh, but that’s not the FUN part. (Shocker, I know. Get it? You know “two in the pink...” well, he’d definitely snicker at that thought.)

He was pretty sure those guys or Jannie would happily prattle on about all the benefits of exercise. They’d probably enjoy educating him on the whys and the hows. But all Remus gave a shit about was that it felt awesome.

There were many exercises he loved to experience. Some because they looked silly and were fun to exaggerate.

Like there’s one where he gets to look like a donkey, kicking backwards. Blah blah, good for the hams, blah. He totally brayed just to see the look of embarrassment from his brother.

Or one that looks like a dog taking a leak. Something about hip flexors, or something. He even squeezed his eyes shut and made an excessively long “Ssss…” noise for effect.

Garnering an exasperated, “I hereby disown you as my brother. I do not know you. Good day, sir.”

(After everything the two of them had been through, he knew Roman was never serious about that.)

Or one that looks like you’re literally humping the air! (Not going to lie, that one hits the spot sometimes too. A perk to working out – no one knows if those stray grunts and moans were from exertion or something hornier.)

But there was one type of maneuver that really got him starry eyed.

Jumping jacks.

Why did elementary and high school PE class fail him so hard (hah) that he hadn’t known of their sorcery!? One could go on a tirade about how shitty the state of sex education is and was.

He wasn’t really fond of all the flowery euphemistic shit directed at half the class about the subject. He saw “Carrie”, he knew what to expect. Well, mostly. Granted, having telekinesis as part of the puberty package would have kicked ass. Why’d he have to be in one of the boring universes where that wasn’t a thing?

-

Anyways, he was in the zone, during one of these workout sessions.

10. 20. 30...

He had a small amount of stiffness in the Achilles while they got all warmed up. Slowly, his calves got to a lovely burn. Being a certain glutton for punishment made that part so satisfying already. But this stage was merely the hors d'oeuvres.

40. 50...

How satisfying it was to bounce to the beat of his music, feeling like all his systems started to tick in time like a metronome. It was already approaching a state of Zen – which his constantly restless brain always appreciated.

60. 69 - pffft. Nonono. Keep going! You’ve barely gotten started!

70. Almost… the blood flow and the way the seam of his shorts rhythmically rubbed against him was starting to feel good.

80. Almost there… the endorphins and happy chemicals had to be kicking in now. The burn falling away from focus.

90. Come on… he knew it was coming. He believed his own sweat and other fluids helped in letting the hood press and slide against his now awake clit.

100. The pressure of his thighs and pelvic floor clenching for every rep and the friction of it all started to make him tingle.

110. Just a little more...

120. Stars. It was like an electric shock that sent a shiver up his spine. He wondered if he pissed himself. He wanted to stop right there and take his hand down to keep that stimulation going to a fever-pitch. But, no, not yet.

He wanted to make this last for as many sets as he could. And his calves needed to recover.

He gave himself 2 minutes tops.

-

After shaking himself loose, it was time for round two! (FIGHT.)

130. 140. 150…

Anticipation and arousal were already speeding up.

150. He was sweating buckets.

160. 170…

He felt himself start to quiver.

180… BAM. Another explosion. He was certain he was wet now. He wanted to crumple and go manual and moan loudly and ugly. But what eked out of his mouth was a giddy shudder.

He took a few deep breathes and rested another minute or so.

His mouth getting dry on him, he had the presence of mind to chug down some water.

-

Again! AGAIN!

190. 200. 210…

He was hyper-aware of the feeling of engorgement. He was about to keen again, feeling how sensitized he had become.

220. 230…

Sheer bliss stole his breath. He felt like he was practically floating. He could barely feel his arms anymore.

240. Woof. Words and thoughts started falling apart in his mind, at that point.

He had to to say it was one of the perks of having a "front hole" – multiple climaxes.

Or to put in another way, the savage lands held many adventures. If he was feeling particularly eloquent, which he wasn’t at that point.

-

Sometimes it was too easy to forget how many sets he managed to get through in a session – often only stopping because his shoulders and calves stopped working anymore.

Oh gods, was he going to be sore for days after this. He was going to hobble around like an old person. Moving around was going to be painful and hilarious. He already felt them start to ache – faintly wondering if he overdid it again and pulverized the hell out of them.

That didn’t stop him from releasing an exhausted cackle, “WORTH IT.”

“What?”

“Man, if working out doesn’t get you hard, I don’t know WHAT you’re doing with your life.”

“Aaand I immediately regret asking the question. Thanks.”

Remus cackled some more and sauntered, okay it was more like he limped, over to the bathroom to finish himself off. He forgot just how much water he guzzled to stay hydrated, so he needed to relieve himself anyways. To be sure, that added to the fun.

Most people would think it disgusting to do in a public bathroom, but that’s a fuck he could never give. No one else was in there anyways.

Being able to just sigh in complete contentment after it all, was enough.

-

This didn’t happen every day, because he was only human. Regrettably. And he was no stranger to biting off more than he could chew. (Hey, at least it was still only 1-2 with Roman for hospital visits… in recent memory. From workouts, anyways.)

He took that experience to be even more curious about where he can rediscover that piece of euphoria in as many sessions he possibly could, going forward. Besides occasionally rubbing his brother’s nose in beating his records – the only PB he gave a shit about was how many covert jollies he could squeeze out of himself.

If he ever decided to clue people in... the regulars at the gym have eventually learned it best not to ask him to elaborate on what that was about.

Especially not Steve.

[dazatsuzine2020-2021]

FAQ

Here are some frequently asked questions for everyone for this Dazatsu Zine Project!

What is a zine?

A fanzine is a collaborative booklet project composed of artworks and stories revolving around a specific theme. This zine’s focus will be on Dazai Osamu and Nakajima Atsushi’s relationship from Bungou Stray Dogs (Dazatsu). 

Is the zine for profit or for charity?

This zine will be a digital PDF that will be free to download once it is completed.

Will the zine have a theme?

Yes, the zine will have a theme to follow besides Dazatsu! Our zine’s theme will be based on the Four Seasons (Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter). Our zine will be titled Shunkashuuto (春夏秋冬) which translates to four seasons in Japanese!

Who can contribute?

Artists and Writers of all skills can contribute! We advise that contributors be at least over 15!

How will applications be held?

Applications will be conducted via Google Form. There will be two separate forms: one for writers, and one for artists. The zine will follow an open application process, meaning every application sent will be accepted and they can contribute to the zine. Contributors will be sent a confirmation email to confirm their participation in the zine.

How many pieces are we allowed to submit?

You can submit more than one piece if you’d like, as long as they follow the guidelines and are completed by the final deadline.

Will you be allowing NSFW?

Because our digital zine will be open to download, we will not be allowing NSFW or any excessive gore/violence in our submissions.

What if you have not participated in a zine before?

That’s okay! As long as you fill in the application form, you’re good to go. If you need any help at all over the creation process, please don’t hesitate to ask the mods via email, Tumblr or Twitter.

Will you be allowing traditional art?

Traditional art will be accepted, as long as the final submission format is clear to see and follows the guidelines for submissions.

Can we apply as both an artist and a writer?

Yes, you absolutely can! If you’re a writer who would like to illustrate your own story, please do apply for both positions!

What happens if we can’t complete our piece/have to drop out?

Please contact a mod ASAP! We’re happy to discuss a solution! Extensions on pieces will be possible if we are informed early!

Who are the mods running the zine?

Mod Finn: @joesephyfinn (Twitter) Mod Katsu: @katsuwindzats (Twitter) Mod Chou: @chouxneedscafe (Twitter) Mod Natsu: @chuuyasushi (Twitter)

You can also reach out to us via the zine Tumblr and Twitter (@dazatsuzine2020) or our email dazatsuzine2020@gmail.com!

Application Process

Applications will commence on October 10, and close on October 25 (11:59pm UTC -7:00). There are forms for each role: the writer application, and the artist application. Every application will be accepted, and you can apply for both positions.

Here are the links for the Application forms:

Artists Application form (LINKS SOON)

Writers Application form (LINKS SOON)

Writing/Art samples + portfolio  this will have NO effect on your application. The second sample and portfolio work is optional.

Submission Guidelines

The zine will be in A4 (210 x 297mm, 8.3 x 11.7in) size, and RGB colour. There is currently no limit on submissions, however the mods will be asking for check-in updates to keep track of your progress.

Because of our zine theme, we will be requiring contributors to pitch their final idea for approval before they begin working on their pieces. This is to make sure not everyone is working on the same season and to encourage variety for the final zine!

Contributors will have 2 months to create their piece. Final submissions must be sent into the Google Drive folder included in your email by December 31.

Rules:

Pieces must revolve around Dazatsu. Other characters can be included, but the focus must be on Dazatsu.

The seasons theme must be inferred in your pieces. If you’d like to focus on specific seasonal holidays as well, you can do so.

No NSFW entries will be allowed for the zine.

Submissions must be new and belong to you.

Submissions must not contain excessive depictions of gore/violence.

Any other interpretation will be accepted! Feel free to work with angst, fluff, AUs or canonverse!

There is no limit on submissions, so contributors can submit more than one piece as long as they are able to complete them by the final deadline.

You agree not to share more than 40% of your work until after the zine has released. 

Any entry that does not meet the guidelines will be contacted by a mod or will not be included in the zine.

For Writers:

Writers must submit a piece between 1k-5k words that includes Dazatsu. Final pieces must be submitted as a Google Doc file.

Other characters can be included, but the main story must revolve Dazatsu.

Your assigned season must be alluded to in your pieces.

For short poetry/prose pieces: your work must at least be one page long

For Artists:

Artists must submit a portrait A4 piece (3508 x 2480 px, 210 x 297mm, 8.3 x 11.7in) that includes Dazatsu. Please ask a mod if you’re unsure. JPG in 300 dpi for the final format is preferred.

If you’re working with landscape, your piece must be the same A4 size (2480 x 3508 px, 297 x 210mm, 11.7in x 8.3in).

Other characters can be included, but the focus must be Dazatsu.

Your assigned season must be alluded to in your pieces.

Traditional art will be allowed, as long as the final submission follows the size guides!

You can also work with mixed traditional/digital art or submit a comic! For those who are planning on making comics, the comic should not exceed more than 4 pages.

About Final Idea Assignments: Once applications end on Oct 25, you will have 6 days to pitch your idea. These are due for approval on Oct 31. If a mod has not contacted you before then, feel free to reach out to us via Twitter! Please pitch your ideas before you begin working!

After sending in your application, you should receive an email to confirm your participation in the zine. 

Before beginning your piece, we’d like to receive your top 3 ideas based on the seasons you’ve chosen in the application! There may be a chance you will be working with your second or third choice, so please pitch ideas you would like to work on! Once your idea has been approved via email, you can begin working on your piece!

If you are doing more than one piece, these must also be approved by a mod before you begin working! You can work with a different season if you’ll be doing than one piece.

Current Timeline for the Zine

Oct 10 - Applications Open

Oct 25 - Applications Close

Oct 31 - Final Idea Assignments Approved

Dec 31 - Final Deadline

Jan 16 - Zine Preview

Feb 1 - Zine Release (date subject to change)

[naberiuz]

Tunnel Vision

Read on: AO3

Back then, Astrid had been the wonder girl of Hogwarts. The star of Gryffindor, role model student, best Chaser Hogwarts has ever seen. Her glory ended when suddenly, Hiccup Horrrendous Haddock III, previous nobody now turned superstar started beating her at everything. Literally. He took the spotlight from then on, genius Slytherin boy, top of class for all time, the fastest and the most agile Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen.

It hurt to no longer be in the limelight, to always be in his shadow. But she can't help admiring him, he was kind, compassionate, and a competent leader. And he's incredibly attractive too.

In which Astrid and Hiccup have a confrontation that ends with a twist. Pre-relationship, silly teenagers.

Author’s Note:

Ahh, the infamous Hogwarts AU. This came to me suddenly in the middle of the night, choosing to write a 4k one shot instead of editing articles and finishing my editorial. Oh well.

Okay take note, I made some changes to this universe. One, the Triwizard tournament is back, because why tf not. And two, the age requirement of the Triwizard tournament is not quite the same. I've chosen to make it 15(?) to make it HTTYD compliant since the gang were 15 year olds when they started training dragons.  

I also made a choice that some of the readers may not like(?), which was Hiccup being sorted in Slytherin rather than in Hufflepuff. I will start my defense by insisting that he IS definitely Slytherin; intelligent and cunning, with an insane drive to prove himself to the world and leave his mark. He is a strong leader as well as a careful thinker, with a snarky attitude too. Sound Slytherin enough?

Anyway, hope you guys like this. My memory of HP goes all the way back in grade school so....have fun? And leave kudos and comments!

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The Great Hall erupts with roars of cheering, as students donned in black and green robes stand from their tables to holler delightedly.

House Slytherin had won the House Cup yet again, third time on the row. Astrid huffs bitterly, jamming her fork on her steak, upset that her house couldn’t overtake Slytherin. They were only down by 30 points after all, and had House Gryffindor won the Quidditch Finals, surely they would have won the House Cup as well.

But of course. Even though Astrid scored points after points, being the best Chaser there was in the entirety of the Hogwarts Quidditch varsity, their initial access all crumbled away the moment Hiccup pumped his fist up in the air, Golden Snitch in hand.

210 to 190, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Their massive lead over Slytherin fell away just like that.

It was a great game, if she were to be honest. The pitch stands were full at that day, with even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students coming in to watch the decisive match for the House Cup. Gryffindor lost, but not without honor. She knew she did her best, which was why it was easy to hold her head up as both teams went for the ending handshake.

Well until her and Hiccup's hands came across each other, and she had found herself looking to the side then.

She sighed. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. The golden boy of Hogwarts. Slytherin's seeker and the top student overall, the son of two amazing aurors Stoick Haddock and Valka Stormcutter. Chosen Hogwarts champion and won the Triwizard tournament, amazingly so, after showing a great feat of making the dragons in the arena listen and cooperate with him.

Hiccup, that scrawny, clumsy, awkward Slytherin boy, who had suddenly turned 180, improving leaps upon leaps. Suddenly one of the strongest duelists in the academy, suddenly the fastest and the most agile Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen, suddenly everyone’s biggest crush—what, with his tall and lean figure, adorable freckles, beautiful green eyes, and disarming smile—

Wait. Hold on.

Did I just…Did I just—

Did I just think Hiccup was adorable, beautiful, and disarming?

Astrid flushes despite herself. She can’t believe her sudden change of thoughts, suddenly feeling embarrassed even though she has no outward reason to be. She should be wallowing in sadness after losing the House Cup, dammit, Slytherin has won the same amount of cups as Gryffindor now ever since she entered the academy.

She chances a glance at Hiccup from her table, who is currently being swamped by students in green robes. The Thorston twins flank Hiccup side by side, with Ruffnut ruffling Hiccup’s hair, the boy swatting her hand away with a large smile. Tuffnut was making an announcement with his goblet raised. “Hiccup says he’s treating us to the Three Broomsticks this weekend!”, Tuffnut exclaims, to which Hiccup elbows him saying, “I never said that!”. The long-haired boy just cackles, Hiccup’s voice drowned out by cheers all over the Slytherin table.

Astrid watches them from behind her bangs, a small smile creeping at the corner of her mouth. Beside her, Snotlout groans, upset about the results of the House Cup. She doesn’t admonish him for it, she did see how Snotlout tried his hardest flinging bludgers back at the Slytherin Beaters, which were none other than the twins.

“Ugh, I’m gonna smack that gleeful smile off of Tuffnut’s face, I swear it!” Snotlout growls beside her, slamming his fist down on the table. Astrid rolls her eyes at that.

“We can’t do anything about it. We lost the moment Hiccup got that Golden Snitch.” Astrid replies coolly, grabbing her goblet and sipping from it. Snotlout looks up at her, having plopped his face flat on the table after his sudden declaration.

“You know what, Astrid? I’m actually surprised you’re not raging right now." Astrid pauses from her drink as she returns her gaze on the boy at her right. "You scored so much points! The twins couldn’t even make a clean shot at you.” Snotlout drawls out, continuing to eat his meal gloomily.

Astrid sets her goblet down, her fist clenching slightly. “I am angry, Snotlout. I just don’t need to slam my fist on the table like an idiot.” She fires back with less venom than usual, her mood having damped her usual fieriness.

Snotlout shakes his head. “You totally slam things around when you’re angry Astrid, don’t even.”

Astrid huffs, flips her braid over her shoulder and crosses her arms. “Whatever, Snotlout.” She replies, looking down on her nails.

“Ahhhhh damn that Hiccup. Why is he so overpowered? He’s like one of those Green Eyes Black Dragon that Fishlegs keeps talking about, damn unbeatable guy. Can’t believe I used to heckle him around back when we were first years, now this asshole just gives me a smug grin whenever I see him, you know? Like he’s trying to deliberately set me off….”

Astrid drones out the rest of Snotlout’s rant. Hiccup this and Hiccup that, even her friend (she’ll never admit that to Snotlout, ever) is talking about him. Gods, he’s such a thorn on her side, isn’t he?

She looks at the Slytherin table again, Hiccup having stood up from his seat and giving a little speech about how they were definitely going to win next year’s House Cup. The Slytherin table roars again, Hiccup ending his speech with a smile and lifting his goblet to his mouth. Tuffnut and Ruffnut cheer in unison, chanting “Butterbeer! Butterbeer!” repeatedly. Hiccup shakes his head with an exasperated grin.

From the Slytherin table, Hiccup’s gaze shifts from his housemates, to the table farthest from Slytherin’s side, seemingly looking for someone. Astrid doesn’t realize she has stopped breathing, back going rigid as she held her watchful eyes on him

Then, Hiccup’s emerald gaze slides on hers, face softening, his smile turning more shy than gleeful.

Astrid stands then, hurrying away from the table and into the doors, ignoring Snotlout’s calls. She walks briskly, all the way to the Gryffindor tower, and all the way to her room where she promptly crashes on the bed.

With red cheeks and an uneasy stomach, she curses Hiccup to Hel.

  ---

  She used to be the wonder girl of Hogwarts. At least three years ago.

She used to be the talk of the four houses. Top of class, excellent duelist, best Chaser ever, model student, whatever. House Slytherin couldn’t even hold a flame to House Gryffindor back then, completely humbled as they lost year after year against Gryffindor. She’d always been confident and headstrong, never failing to display very high aptitude in any subject, even Transfiguration. She could even say that Headmistress Gothi watched her.

Until Hiccup, the boy whom she thought as irrelevant for the longest time, the very un-Slytherin boy who sucked at casting spells and was easily pushed away. Too weak to fight back, too awkward to make himself new friends. The boy kept to himself, staying away from House Slytherin's clique even though he was pureblood and from a noble house.

But then something had changed when news of Valka’s death spread throughout the Wizarding World. Even though they were complete strangers, Astrid still felt a deep sadness for her. She was her idol after all, there weren’t a lot of Aurors who were women. Drago Bludvist was a terrible enemy, and the entire Wizarding World is too afraid to make concrete measures against him. Astrid swears that once she becomes Auror, she will definitely bring Drago to justice.

Hiccup had changed then. At first he seemed jaded and soulless, but his character had definitely changed. He had a cold look in his eyes every now and then. He had started to retaliate against the ones bullying him, although it didn’t always ended up prettily.

But that Hiccup was only temporary. She supposes Toothless had something to do with it, the Nightfury dragon hatched by Gobber (who probably got the egg illegally, now that she thought about it). The Care for Magical Creatures professor was incredibly weird, if Astrid may say so herself, and she’s friends with Fishlegs—but she supposes Hiccup being Gobber’s helping hand was a good thing that happened. If Hiccup wasn't in the library, in the pitch, or in the Slytherin common room, then he's probably at Gobber's hut.

And then history happened. As it turned out, Hiccup actually had more than enough capacity to decimate the top students in their game. To be fair, he wasn’t so bad at academics in the first place, already being the top student in Care for Magical Creatures and History of Magic even when they were first years. But to suddenly beat everyone, including Astrid in everything? That pissed her off.

And it wasn’t just academics. Duelling went astonishingly well for him, his casting quick and efficient, his duels lasting no more than a minute. They had alternated as Duelling Champion for the past four years. She supposes she should have expected that, he was the son of a noble house after all, with notable aurors in his pure bloodline.

(Weirdly enough, Stoick was a Gryffindor and Valka was a Ravenclaw.)

And then came Quidditch, when it turned out Hiccup was really really good at flying. Like impossibly good. He was the fastest Hogwarts has ever seen, with agility and precision that probably only gods should have. Odin above. She remembers the Ravenclaw and Slytherin match that ended 5 minutes into the game, when 4th year Hiccup suddenly went for an incredibly sharp dive, twisting and turning against the bludgers the Beaters sent to him, and then suddenly emerging with the golden snitch at his hand.

Perhaps what really hurt her pride the most was when Hiccup had been chosen Hogwarts champion. It had been her dream to take that role. She had wanted to make the Hofferson family proud by being the first in their family to be Hogwarts champion, or Triwizard champion if the gods let her be. She had been so nervous at the announcement, clinging into the hope that Hiccup wouldn’t waste his time with the tournament, Go to your damned dragon already!—she had thought that time.

And then the paper emerged from the Goblet of Fire, “Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III”, Headmistress Gothi read.

Of course it would be him. She remembers sitting frozen as the Hogwarts students roared to life, as students from each House began cheering his name as a display of rare unity. Even Snotlout had cheered then. But she couldn’t, she had went back to her room quickly and sobbed all night.

Gods, she despised him at that moment. She had been completely and totally overshadowed by a guy who used to be a nobody. If she thought she was confident in herself and her achievements, then she guesses she couldn’t anymore.

But Hogwarts was so happy. Especially when Hiccup tamed the dragons at the final test, having been able to make the dragons listen and cooperate with him to bring him the Golden Egg. She remembers how the Nightmare, the Nadder, the Zippleback, and the Gronckle all bowed to him, and how Hiccup had coaxed them, head turned away as he held the dragons’ snouts one by one. It was amazing, truthfully so.

She realized too, some point later on, that had she been chosen as the Hogwarts champion she may have lost the Final Test.

That didn't make her feel better at all.

  --

  She sighed, her breakfast quickly cooling as she ate slowly. Her mood hadn’t improved much from last night, but she was still reeling with her last train of thought at the feast.

She had chosen to sit beside Fishlegs at the Hufflepuff table this time. Beside her, Fishlegs eats pop tart after pop tart, all the while engrossed with his deck of cards that Astrid has no interest of knowing about.

“You should cheer up Astrid.” Fishlegs remarks, not looking up from his cards. Astrid tsks, punching Fishlegs’ shoulder lightly.

“I’m not sad.” She replies, sitting up straighter now, feeling self-conscious. She can't be looking all weak and gloomy now.

Fishlegs hums, unconvinced. “You’ve been sighing non-stop since you sat here. That IS a sad Astrid.” He promptly puts his cards down and looks at her with his beady eyes. “So, how are you? You know you can tell me about it.”

Astrid smiles at him, appreciative for his concern. If only Fishlegs ended up in Gryffindor and not Snotlout…

“It’s nothing. I’m just sad we lost for the third time, that’s all.” She replies easily, because it’s part of the truth. Fishlegs blinks once and twice. “Okaaaay.” Astrid doesn’t reply, choosing instead to toy at her braid.

“But normal Astrid would be more angry than sad.” Fishlegs says, to which Astrid raises an eyebrow.

“Does it have something to do with Hiccup?” He asks, out of a sudden, and Astrid abruptly looks down on her lap.

“No.” She replies a bit too quickly.

“So it is about Hiccup.” Fishlegs presses on, his tone lilting with excitement.

“I said no, this is not about him.” Astrid retorts, perhaps a bit too harshly. She bites her lip, suddenly apologetic. Beside her, Fishlegs doesn’t take offense.

“It’s okay, Astrid. The two of you have been toe-to-toe for the past three years, it’s like you guys are unspoken rivals. It must be really frustrating.”

Astrid nods. Not toe to toe, more like me completely losing every damn time which makes me a total embarrassment… She replies bitterly in her head.

Speaking of the devil, the Great Hall suddenly grows noisy as Hiccup enters the doors, a large group of Slytherin students at his back.

The two of them watch the crowd, her eyes particularly drawn to Hiccup as he sits on his spot, chatting animatedly with Ruffnut. Around Astrid, the Hufflepuff students start to chatter among themselves, particularly about Hiccup.

"He's so amazing and dreamy...", remarks a soft-spoken Hufflepuff girl to her right.

“And so good looking!” A particularly bubbly Hufflepuff girl responds to her friend who giggled in response.

Yeah…he is…Astrid thinks, only to catch herself half a second later. She slams a hand to her forehead in grimace. The two girls at her right suddenly quiet down to stare at her confusedly.

“You know, I get that you’re a Gryffindor and all, and Hiccup's a Slytherin, but he's actually not that bad.” Fishlegs tells her jovially, watching the Slytherin table with interest. "He's actually super cool! We actually played a game of Dragons and Vikings last week, and let me tell you, he's one of the best competitive gamers I have ever met."  Fishlegs trails off with something like respect laced in his voice.

“I know.” She replies with a sigh, because it was true. Hiccup was amazing. No doubt. No amount of jealousy in her heart can prevent her from admitting that. Astrid plays with her bangs as she continues to watch the Slytherin table.

Hiccup was kind and passionate, she reflects. He loved dragons, and he also loved people. She knows she’s biased because of her house, but for a Slytherin, he’s really kind.

Hiccup was also level-headed and competent. His intelligence wasn’t of the bookish, theory-heavy kind, no, he was equal parts adept at both theory and application. He was a strong leader too, charismatic and genuinely good.

Sure, there has been skirmishes between their houses in the past, but Hiccup was never one to play foul. Indeed, he had a sharp tongue and knew where to taunt where it irritates the most. Snotlout has been up his face quite a number of times, has stepped over the line often enough. But in those times Hiccup just smirks at him, says a thing or two about how Snotlout should really brush up on his skills as a Beater, because clearly he could never land a single hit on Hiccup.

In those times her role has always been to pull an agitated Snotlout away and reprimand him on the spot. She would not make him go on stupid fights, both as a Gryffindor and a prefect. But also because Hiccup was a prefect too, and he could very well report Snotlout to the headmaster and deduct points from their house.

And then Hiccup would give her a smirk, the greens of his eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked at her. And the she would look away coldly, dragging Snotlout by the back of his robes.

And Hiccup was…well, Hiccup. He was handsome and tall and dorky and has a cute voice—

Oh my Thor. She stands up, cheeks flaming yet again, and stomps out the Great Hall. Fishlegs observes her curiously, wondering what got her so wrung up. He brings his gaze back to the Slytherin table and finds that he wasn’t the only one who watched Astrid’s sudden exit.

From his spot, Hiccup stares at Astrid’s retreating back, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

  ---

  Astrid paces the corridors, lost in thought.  She wants to get away from all this, from Hiccup being the center of attention, from her thoughts on Hiccup, from her loss at Quidditch, everything. She hates herself for her jealousy, because Hiccup deserves the recognition he gets. But she also hates herself for losing and losing, because there would be no jealousy and loss had she just been worthy enough, had she just been good enough.

She thinks of her family, all Gryffindors, proud and brave and strong. Her parents would surely be disappointed in her, being at the 2nd place all the damn time.

She bites her lip frustratedly. She wants so badly to get out of this mess, to prove herself to be an equal to Hiccup and to redeem herself as Gryffindor’s star student.

She’s so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice an incoming set of footsteps, not until the person was in close enough proximity. She composes herself suddenly, standing straighter and flipping her braid back on her shoulder. She raises her eyes slowly, black, then green, then—oh no.

Hiccup smiles at her, hands in his pockets. Astrid cannot find it in her to smile back, her heart still tittering from her disappointment with herself. That, and the nerves in her stomach as she stared up at Hiccup’s face.

“I, uh, just wanted to tell you something.” Hiccup swallows, the apple at his throat bobbing up and down nervously. Astrid stares, transfixed.

“First, there’s the thing with the House Cup.” Hiccup starts, voice uncharacteristically unsure. Astrid nods along.

“Our house won for the third time, which I’m really happy for, but that meant yours lost so…no hard feelings, yeah?” He says and chuckles playfully. His smile quickly drops when Astrid doesn’t say anything in response, her blue eyes staying glued on his face.

“Uhm. Right. So.” She watches the expressions on his face, jumping from teasing to a sudden restrained panic, like he had done something very very wrong.

“Just…lately, some things have changed and I guess it has been kind of...weird for me.” He continues, holding her gaze steadily.

Inwardly, Astrid’s stomach drops. Oh no…he must have noticed that I’ve been cold to him for the past few weeks. And how I didn’t even congratulate him, and how I’ve been avoiding his eye since last night…

“But I guess I realized I shouldn’t think about it too hard, because really, I won’t lose anything.”

Oh gods no. Astrid breathes in shakily, preparing herself for the rightful accusation, because she was wrong, so utterly wrong about how she felt about all this

“I’ve decided that I should just tell you what’s been on my mind. For a while now.” Hiccup continues, voice dropping. He takes a breath to still himself. But Astrid beats him to it.

 “I know what you think of me, Hiccup!” Astrid blurts out agitatedly, eyes pinched closed with fists clenched at her sides. In front of her, Hiccup’s mouth gapes open in shock.

 “Y-you do?” He asks nervously.

“I do.” Astrid replies. “I  know how what you think about me, and I can only imagine how hard it must have been for you.” She swallows, her hands flying to toy with her braid, while looking to the side. “But I’m really sorry, this is what I am, and you don’t deserve this…whatever this is…because it is wrong and I—“

“You’re right, Astrid! I totally don’t deserve you at all!” Hiccup interrupts which promptly stuns her to silence.

  What?

 Hiccup swallows again, one hand shooting up to rub at his nape. “I know it’s pathetic, only watching you from afar and never making a move, but how could I really?” He sighs, biting the bottom of his lip which totally doesn’t steal her gaze.

“How could I stop myself from liking you when you’re so amazing? When you’re so talented, and brave, and inspiring that I—” Hiccup suddenly pauses, looking away with flushed cheeks as he runs his hand over his hair.

Hiccup called me…amazing?

“I really admire you , I really do. And...I also think you’re beautiful.” He was looking at her when he said that, trying very hard to not to break his gaze away.

B-beautiful?

“I m-mean, of course you know you’re beautiful! But I just wanted to tell you that in my personal definition of beauty, I think you’re perfect.” He continues, cheeks seemingly getting redder at the second. “Odin Allfather, why did I say that?” He says as he winces to the side, messing up his hair once more with his left hand.

“But okay Astrid…I understand. You are right, I don’t deserve you. But thank you for letting me know right away.” His eyes had gone from embarrassed to sad in just a second. “It hurts but I guess I’ll just have to—”

“You’re wrong! I like you too!”

That stuns them both.

Hiccup’s eyes widen, his face in disbelief. Astrid was flushing now too, cheeks burning ablaze because of her sudden confession.

“I like you...It’s just that some things are difficult to accept, especially with you beating me at everything.” She breathes out, holding his gaze even if all she wanted to do was to look away.

“You don’t deserve my ill feelings, and I should just congratulate and support you.” She mumbles, shifting her weight left and right.

In front of her, Hiccup nods, hanging on to her every word.

“But I can’t help it too, you are all sorts of amazing, and you deserve everything. I know I can’t measure up to you but still…” Astrid trails off, wringing her hands nervously.

“I can’t deny that you look handsome and—“Astrid cuts off, too embarrassed to continue. Meanwhile, Hiccup couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing, his ears coloring a dusty pink at Astrid's words.

“Wait, so you weren’t rejecting me?” Hiccup asks her after a moment, voice softer and more hopeful. Astrid brings her gaze back up at his eyes then, confused.

"...what do you mean? Why would I reject you?" She says back to him. They stood frozen for a few seconds, both unable to think of an appropriate response.

 Oh gods. Hiccup was supposed to be confessing and I just--I just-- She shifts at her feet, wringing her hands together while keeping her gaze to her feet. In front of her Hiccup scratches at the side of his head, looking at her with a lop-sided confused smile.

"Um, shall we start again?" Hiccup asks her, moving a little closer. Astrid nods and looks up once more to find his emerald eyes looking back at her.

"I like you Astrid. I have liked you for a long while now and we're already on our sixth year and I still haven't invited you out on a date." Hiccup exhales, chuckling nervously. Astrid hmms at that, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards. Hiccup catches her smile and visibly relaxes giving her a wide grin.

"Tomorrow's the weekend and if you're not going home yet, I was hoping if we could hang out in Hogsmeade together?" He asks expectantly. Astrid chuckles inwardly.

"Sure, why not. Your treat." She replies, trying to be cool, but the weird feeling in her stomach has come back.

Hiccup beams at her words. "Great!" He says a bit too excitedly. "I mean, wow Astrid, what a way to take advantage of my heart, huh?" He replies playfully to which Astrid rolls her eyes.

"I mean, you might as well add me to the list of people you'll have to treat for a Butterbeer tomorrow." She retorts with a smirk. Hiccup rubs his face with a groan at her reply, mumbling, "Those twins, I swear..."

She laughs softly at him, watching as Hiccup tried to give her a glare that was completely ruined with his smiling mouth.

They stare at each other for a few seconds, comfortable in the silence that followed Hiccup's confession. Then, Hiccup steps closer and holds his hands out at her, to which she looks at questioningly. Hiccup just gives her a smile and waits for her to put her own on his.

And when she does, she immediately notes how Hiccup's hands were calloused and warm. With long fingers that curled easily around hers, her smaller ones wrapped delicately in his hold.

She's sure she's blushing from her ears to her cheeks. She hopes Hiccup wouldn't notice.

"When I said that you were amazing and inspiring, I was dead serious you know." She nods and bites  her lip, waiting for his next words. "I didn't understand what you meant when you said you can't measure up to me, because I always thought I was trying to catch up to you."

She blinks at Hiccup then, perplexed at his line of thought, not when he was literally unbeatable and everyone looks up to him. "But I guess that's something we'll have to work around, I guess? I will try to understand you, even if right now what you said doesn't make sense to me." Hiccup continues, green orbs locked on their hands, his thumbs running over her knuckles. But Astrid was staring at his face, lost in the earnestness of his voice and his emotions.

Suddenly, she feels a weight slowly rising out of her chest, like a burden was slowly being lifted off from her. Her heartbeat thunders on her ears, so fast and steady as she took in the boy in front of her.

"I want to get closer to you, if you'd let me. And then maybe we'll...I dunno...holdhandsorsomething..." Hiccup mumbles the last part embarrasedly, but Astrid caught all of it. She chuckles at him, untangling one of her hands to lay a punch on his shoulder. Hiccup grunts and rubs at the part where she hit him, his "What now?" being choked up by his laugh.

"That's for beating me in the finals." She says, smirking as she placed her hands on her hips. Hiccup shakes his head at that, his grin seemingly plastered permanently on his face.

They hear several voices from the end of the corridor, signifying that breakfast in the Great Hall was over.

"So...see you at the Great Hall tomorrow morning?" Hiccup asks her, hands back in his pockets. Astrid hums out a "Sure" while pretending to look at her nails.

"Okay. I'll see you then." Hiccup finishes right before a crowd of students emerge from the end of the corridor. She watches him as he fixes his tie before walking.

"See you." Astrid says over her shoulder, Hiccup looking back at her one last time with a grin, before facing forward to find his house members.

She breathes out an easy sigh this time, her feet moving automatically to go find her friends at the Gryffindor common room. She fixes her bangs, feeling the heat from her cheeks simmer to a comfortable warmth.

And just like that, Hiccup's words build up a considerable part of her confidence back, and Astrid feels headstrong once more. She failed to tell him that she has also liked him for a while now, just as he did, but she supposes they have all the time.

For now, she has a date to get ready for.

---

Ending note:

And that's my first ever HP AU! Hope you enjoyed it.

This was written as a character study for Astrid, because let's face it, she will definitely have inferiority issues given her competitiveness. I think it would be interesting to write how would Astrid feel when the spotlight is taken from her--but make it HP universe. Oh and, I have a soft spot for Hogwarts AUs even tho Rowling is shit af.

To be completely honest, a big part of the reason why I wrote this was because I wanted to prove the point that Hiccup is definitely Slytherin lmao.

*Green Eyes Black Dragon - hope you guys got this reference, haha. I was referring to Blue Eyes White Dragon, the incredibly overpowered card in Yu-gi-oh!

[thecollosalnerd2-blog]

klimatabelle südsee (3)

When is the best travel time for New Zealand?

Central island groups are the Society Islands (French Polynesia/Tahiti), the Samoa Archipelago and Fiji. The term South Seas is often used synonymously with Oceania and in a narrower sense with Polynesia (Polynesian Triangle).

When is the best time to travel to Tahiti?

In the southern winter, i.e. from May to October, the South Seas are calmer. For the south of Australia, southern autumn (March/April) and southern spring (September/October) are ideal. During this time the temperatures are pleasant and there is little rainfall. The southern east coast around Sydney as well as the north of New Zealand, on the other hand, receive a total of 1,000-1,500 mm of precipitation in all seasons. The average temperatures are lowest in July with 11-13°C and highest in January/February with 20-23°C.

12 days weather for Bora Bora

There is no general best travel time for the South Seas. They are different for the different islands. To Micronesia, north of the equator, you travel best between December and April. The islands in the South Pacific are best visited from April to December.

Which islands are in the South Pacific?

Costs: Between 18 and 27 Euros per day. Guesthouses and cabins cost around 18 Euros per day and usually include meals. However, the airfares between the islands are very expensive, for example a ticket between Port Vila and Tanna costs around 210 Euro.

Then, with warm temperatures, blue skies, all-day sunshine and white palm beaches are guaranteed.

Most South Sea islands have only a few raw materials and have to import everything, which is why the prices for food at markets and in restaurants are sometimes very high.

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>>Last is The Big Island and as the largest of the Hawaiian Islands the most important.>Particularly on the island groups directly at the equator, rainfall is evenly distributed over the whole year.>>/ul>

He describes it as a "jardin d'Eden" (Garden of Eden), which offered its inhabitants everything they needed to live. He saw the islanders as friendly people who were not yet corrupted by civilization. The report inspired Denis Diderot to write his essay Supplément au voyage de Bougainville, a defence of sexual freedom. The contents may be subject to additional conditions. By using this website, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. There, in the rain shadow of the mountains, you can expect annual rainfall of no more than 750 mm. Time of hurricanes and often short, heavy showers followed by sunshine. But also lovers of holiday homes will find what they are looking for here. Cruises can also be booked easily and conveniently online. The island's luxury hotels offer their guests extravagant dining experiences in a dreamlike setting. Restaurants with a medium price level, which offer tasty menus, can also be found.

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing January 27 - 2 February 2019

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

Amberly

A Liar A Thief and an Apology https://archiveofourown.org/works/17485439

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

references to past violence

Series: Part 6 of Just Like Heaven

There was only one way he could apologize. A way he could offer Wufei back his stolen heart with his own alongside it.

@anaranesindanarie​

It’s a Small Town (Ch. 5&6) https://archiveofourown.org/works/16430819/chapters/41257163

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Long Meilan/Hilde Schbeiker, Catherine Bloom/Abdul Kurama, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

What happened before Tequila, Breakups

Series: Part 1 of Small Town Boys

The events before the start of Tequila.Not necessarily in order.

@disturbed02girl​

Postcard #20 https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/182381994065/postcard-20-une-or-lady-as-the-boys-often-call

Une, or Lady as the boys often call her with a sneer, can’t resist asking Duo for favors if she finds out his location is useful. Of course Duo obliges when he can. And really, he has been known to request a few favors in exchange (see postcard #3). This sometimes irks Heero, who doesn’t like Duo taking risks when there is no support or backup to call in ASAP.

This most recent favor used Duo’s talent in stealth as he checked out a questionable operation in a warehouse. His coded message back to Une told her team that yes the warehouse was shady, they would need more than one team for a sting operation, and it was full of illegal merchandise.

Always the prankster, Duo’s latest victim (and his favorite) was Wufei, who returned home to find his bathtub full with 75 goldfish happily splashing about.

WIP https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/182509165845/this-story-has-been-sitting-idle-on-my-computer

This story has been sitting idle on my computer for 3 years. Maybe posting some will motivate me. Maybe.

It’s Duo’s perspective–

@lemontrash​

WIP Wednesday https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/182435725409/wip-wednesday

Here’s a chunk from the 1x5 Mail Order Husband fic. Who put me up to this? @noirangetrois​ was it you? Anyway, here’s a bit where they’ve just met and Heero is wondering what the hell he has just bailed from the spaceport police station.

@lifeaftermeteor​

Snippet Saturday https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/182511822905/laser-tag-and-games-complex-l4-v05001-29-december

Laser Tag and Games Complex

L4-V05001

29 December 210

@terrablaze514​

Dare To Be Different (Secret Magic AU) https://terrablaze514.tumblr.com/post/182322276017/inspired-by-this-post-make-sure-you-follow

**Inspired by this post. Make sure you follow their page!**

Rated T for mature subject matter… Or M on the side of caution. I dunno - one of those ratings is best suited for this scene.

Timeline: A few months into working on their Blind Target album. Consider this their break time.

Summary: The group freezes at odds when Heero’s words slip. Thankfully, Mr. Lowe steps in and offers assurance.

Fanart:

@cyberbeastswordwolfe​

https://cyberbeastswordwolfe.tumblr.com/post/182460292734/painted-build-mg-1100-tallgeese-i-ew-ver

Tallgeese, model

@lemontrash​

http://simulacraryn.tumblr.com/post/182434556903/being-a-troll-trowa-has-some-awful-bad-habits

Troll Trowa, and a discussion on sheep. >_>

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/182512248574

Discord Hijinks 1

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/182512315999

Discord Hijinks 2

Photosets/Screenshots:

@lemontrash​

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/182508768179/new-fave-emoji-combo

Emoji Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

Head Canons:

@nashiil-and-kiilan​

http://nashiil-and-kiilan.tumblr.com/post/182320831526/more-random-gundam-wing-thoughts

Chibi Gundam’s/Children

@offspringchick29​

https://www.pillowfort.io/posts/476453

Sims4 GW family headcanons

Chats/Discussions:

@helmistress​

https://helmistress.tumblr.com/post/182388200479/gw-rewatch-has-finally-commenced

A Gundam Wing rewatch... revelation-a-thon?

@terrablaze514​

https://terrablaze514.tumblr.com/post/182321320867/gw-episode-44-epiphany

GW Ep. 44 Epiphany

@noirangetrois​

Quotes/Dialogues:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes​

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182340285895/incorrectgundamwingquotes-duo-what-are-your

Duo, Quatre, & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182352422513/duo-do-you-want-to-hang-out-heero-generic

Duo & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182350334024/heero-is-the-equipment-secure-duo-check

Heero & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182367187573/wufei-i-dont-have-anger-issues-quatre-you

WuFei, Quatre, & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182302024933/howard-hands-phone-to-duo-its-your-boyfriend

Howard & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182365823974/gundam-wing-ao3-tags-vol-2

Gundam Wing + AO3 Tags Vol. 2

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182378840926/heero-staring-at-relena-from-across-the-room-to

Heero & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182384145333/heero-well-stand-together-even-in-life-and

Heero, Duo, & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182389044127/quatre-ive-never-been-on-a-guys-night-out

Quatre, Duo, Trowa, & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182390600364/metaandpotatoes-1-dear-lord-this-show-has-a

Zechs (via @metaandpotatoes​)

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182393302147/quatre-so-the-hairdresser-shows-up-at-noon

Quatre & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182396036186/sharing-a-safehouse-duo-what-if-the-only

Duo, Quatre, Heero, Trowa, & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182418817248/heero-if-anyone-hurt-you-id-hunt-them-down-to

Heero, Duo, & Hilde

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182435850911/heero-everyone-activate-protocol-blackbird

Heero, WuFei, & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182515288573/quatre-look-i-can-take-care-of-myself-thank-you

Quatre & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182485529114/trowa-has-quatre-sitting-in-his-lap-duo-how

Trowa, Quatre, Duo, & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182505413181/heero-is-still-healing-from-self-destructing

Heero & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182502912264/quatre-do-i-look-straight-trowa-not-in-the

Quatre & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182510611458/duo-i-cant-take-this-anymore-someone-needs-to

Duo & Heero

No Idea What To Put This Under:

@lemontrash​

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/182500648999/radio-meteor-episode-5-relenas-secret

Episode 5 of Radio Meteor

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday​

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday February 8th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/182499358554/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-february

For those going to Pillowfort, find us here.

@lifeaftermeteor​

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/182331989089/welcome-to-the-first-official-meet-up-of-2019

A GW Meet-up on the discord server.

Today’s the last day! Come have some fun nerding out!

@our-summer-of-zechs​

Summer of Zechs 2019 Ideas https://our-summer-of-zechs.tumblr.com/post/181628092091/we-appear-to-still-be-up-and-running-folks

Come let us know how long this summer’s event should last!

What Month is it? https://our-summer-of-zechs.tumblr.com/post/182355135746/what-month-is-it

Come vote on a month for the event to be hosted in!

Here’s the Pillowfort discussion.

@thisweekingundamevents

GW Valentine’s Event 2019

https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/182467645260/gw-valentines-event-2019

Schedule:

Sunday January 20th - Saturday February 9th | Make your thing(s)

Sunday February 10th - Saturday February 16th | Post your works

Here’s the Pillowfort discussion

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[vld-occult-zine]

Welcome to the Voltron Occult Zine

What content will be featured in the zine?

As you may have already guessed, the Voltron Occult Zine will pay homage to some of the classic pillars of the Occult and everything they encompass. Artists and writers will be asked to select a crystal, of which they will draw upon the symbolism of for inspiration for their final pieces. The explicit mentioning of and/or use of its image in the piece will not be necessary, but is always welcome.

Potential occult themes include, but are not limited to:

clairvoyance

alchemy

divination

astrology

magick

demons

vampirism/lycanthropy (historical)

reincarnation

Please note: we would like to take every opportunity to reiterate that this zine is an exploration and celebration of the Occult, not a Halloween zine.

Is this zine for profit or a charity zine?

The Voltron Occult Zine is a charity zine whose proceeds will go to the Ojai Raptor Center and Project Wildsong.

Who are the mods?

Zine Mods:

@astraldefender:

@vld-au-zinecollection - Collection Curator

@bnha-hallowzine - Zine Creator

@thisisaspaceshipzine - Zine Mod

@kingotabek:

@kingsonicezine - Zine Creator

@thisisaspaceshipzine - Zine Creator

@vld-au-zinecollection - Heith Edition Zine Mod

@tootsonnewts:

@vld-au-zinecollection - Heith Edition Zine Mod

Will the zine be general content or ship oriented?

The zine will feature a mixture of both general and ship related content, however all merch will be general content.

How will the zine be distributed?

The zine will be offered in both digital and physical format. We will also be offering at least one merch bundle option, but are hoping to offer two!

What are the application requirements for writers?

When applications are released you will be asked to link us directly to a maximum of three of what you believe are your best works. Uncompleted multi-chapter fics will be accepted, but you’ll need to select just one chapter for us to read. Unpublished works will also be accepted.

Common in-app submission links:

AO3

Tumblr

Google Documents (please make sure you are submitting the shareable link and not just the document URL, otherwise we won’t be able to view it)

Honestly, just about any kind of link is acceptable so long as we can read it! That being said: please do not link us to portfolios outside of when directly prompted. Submission links are meant to be individual, if they are not you risk immediate disqualification.

What are the application requirements for artists?

Like with the writers, you’ll be asked to link us directly to a maximum of three of what you believe are your best pieces.

Common in-app submission links:

Tumblr

Imgur

Twitter

Deviant Art

And again, so long as the image is viewable the link will be accepted. That being said: please do not link us to portfolios outside of when directly prompted. Submission links are meant to be individual, if they are not you risk immediate disqualification.

What is the word allowance for participating writers?

Due to formatting concerns we will be using a document size limit instead of a word limit. In a standard word document (letter size, 1" margins) with 12pt Arial font, that allows for about 7 pages. When formatted like a book (with paragraph indentations and no extra spacing between), this can allow up to around 3,500 words.

What are the dimensions for participating artists?

The zine will be printed in A5, so we ask all artists to make their final submissions in that size (148 x 210 mm or 5.8 x 8.3 in). For image quality sake, they must also be no lower than 300dpi and in CMYK.

What is the official schedule?

The current schedule is:

APR 6 - interest survey begins

APR 20 - interest survey closes

APR 24 - contributor apps open

MAY 11 - contributor apps close

MAY 12-18 - mod deliberation and response email timetable

MAY 25 - official contributor announcement

JUN 1 - first check-in

JUN 15 - second check-in

JUN 29 - final draft and submission deadline

JUL 3 - art sneak peeks begin

JUL 6 - final editing deadline

JUL 10 - fic sneak peeks begin

JUL 13 - zine pre-orders begin

*These dates are subject to change at the discretion of the mod team*

When can contributors share their works?

Sneak peek sketches can be shared at any point throughout the process, while rendered sneak peeks and small written excerpts will begin once a mod has accepted your contribution as 100% complete. Full works may be posted once all pre-orders have shipped.

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portal au

1. Marlise is Test Subject #1, originally #210 until she was moved further up the cue as the scientists were getting killed.

2. Noah was meant to be Mar’s contrasting test subject, to see if there would be any discrepancies with the two results due to gender. He gets woken up during the events of Portal 2 and traverses the facility alone while Mar is with Wheatley.

3. Harold plays the role of Doug Rattman where he manages to direct oxygen supply to Mar and Noah’s relaxation chambers. He’s also the one who moved Marlise up the queue so she’d get woken up first.

4. Toby is a broken, rejected core that was designed to provide GLaDOS healthier coping skills other than Murder(TM). His stutter is still present and he has a gr8 sense of humor. He’s also really lonely and uses voice mimicry to distract himself.

5. Anderson was originally put in stasis, then transferred into a core. Harold knew that Anderson wouldn’t survive testing, so he kept him in stasis. When GLaDOS was first killed and the oxygen supply was sparse, Harold transferred Anderson’s consciousness into a core so he would still be alive. It’s unsure whether Harold is still alive or not.

He just wanted his son, man.