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ayoharuko · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Bf Headcanons

Hello hello! Sorry for the long wait on the sumeru boys....school exams happened and got busy on hw, Also couldn’t open genshin for at least a week or 2 soo sorry....

Another thing was I waited for cyno to come out before I started writing/thinking the headcanons. Since I didn’t know what he was like and when he came out and I got him....I forgot that I had to do Alhaitham and he hasn’t even come out yet-

Soo I just analyzed his personality and stuff and I kinda got it!

Now sorry for the rant and lets get into it! Hope u guys enjoy!

Bonus at the end! ;3

REMINDER: These characters don’t belong to me, they belong to hoyoverse, This is also just a work of fiction, Also I apologize if there are some spelling mistakes or grammar errors, Also I apologize if some headcanons are either occ or cringe.

(Sumeru Boys)

~Nature Boy~ (Tighnari)

~Tsundere Boyfriend~

- Yes...all I can think of him is being a tsundere, Now I have him...I pulled for him and I've seen his voice lines...and I must say they are...interesting, So in my book his a tsundere!

- He would be the doting and mature one in the relationship, Like his gonna lecture you about forest things. Ok he’s just being like that cause he doesn't want you to accidentally get hurt and he’s worried for you. Although he won't admit that-

- VERY overprotective, especially if you’re a forest ranger like him. The forest is full of dangerous things and he doesn't want you to get hurt. So when he said don’t go to the forest alone, listen to him :3

- He might be a tsundere but everyone clearly knows that he loves you even if he only shows you affection in private, Sometimes he’ll show affection in pubic mostly just hand-holding and little pecks here and there.

- You’re the only who has full access in touching his ears and tail, You’re very lucky as some people would say, he doesn't really mind and just lets you touch them. He doesn't understand the appeal tho, But their just soo soft!

- Mostly you guys would just have dates in the forest, By that I mean having picnics, relaxing and leaning against a tree and maybe even making-out hehehe who knows~?

- He LOVES cuddling with you, just wrapping his tail around you...holding you close to him..its just perfect! Expect him to give you back rubs and whisper stuff about his day to you, Soo cute!

- He’s only a bit possessive..nah he’s really possessive lol, Its just his natural instincts as a fox and you being his mate soo don't be surprise if he suddenly pulls you away from a person your talking to and just makes out with behind a tree...he just loves his mate a lot ;3

Nicknames: My mate, sweetheart, babe, love and my flower

Voice line about you: “Y/n? They’re my mate of course and also another forest ranger like me, Hm..traveler why are you suddenly interested in y/n? Is there something you aren't telling me?”

When he talks to you: “My flower...can you please tell me...why you're hurt? You just fell..huh.. you tried to take a picture of a rishboland tiger again didn't you?”

~General Mahamantra~ (Cyno)

~Protective Boyfriend~

- With his job as a mahamantra he’s bound to have enemies that want to get him back at him, so obviously he’s gonna be the overprotective.

- But he’s not that overprotective. Because of his job all he does is check up on you because sometimes he’s just too busy.

- Speaking of work...you both don't get to see each other a lot which sucks for the both of you..but he makes up for it! On your free days aka day offs(if u both have one oop) But on those days he brings you to the desert at the afternoon to stay over at his place

- You both would watch the sunset, cuddle under the moonlight while his whispering sweet nothings to you while giving you kisses and you both inside a pile of blankets :3, The desert is just cold at night he wants to keep his love all warm after all

- Half the time he calls you nicknames in his native language :3

- Sometimes people would wonder how you managed to woo the scary general mahamantra’s heart, Well...he fell for your smile!

- Even if he has to make dumb and punny jokes just to make you laugh because to him your laugh and smile are the most brightest thing in the whole of teyat

- Candace loves you, She often tells you to take care of Cyno as well as Tighnari and Nilou, they just care for their friend that's all~

- Back to his overprotectiveness, If you got hurt because of someone and try to hide it...don't brother his already hunting that poor person down

- Gets jealous when you get too close to a person *cough*Alhaitham*cough*, He just pulls you away from said person and pulls you to an alleyway and makes-out with you ;3

- You are the brightest star in the night, His only love, So never leave him...alright? :3

Nicknames: Ya albi(My heart), Ya hayati(My life) and Habib albi(Love of my heart)

Voice line about you: “Traveler...can you..watch over y/n while I go do something quick? H-huh? Just do it I'll be quick.”

When he talks to you: “Ya albi. What? Oh...its..what does it mean? Like I'd tell you heh, Sorry Habib albi I'm not telling you~”

~Nahida’s Babysitter~ (Alhaitham)

~Experimenting Boyfriend~

- We all can agree that Alhaitham probably never had a crush nor have experienced love before, Thus. He is the experimenting type!

- He would test somethings with you to see if he likes doing that with you or hates it, Lets just say there are a few things he doesn't wanna do hahaha....

- He doesn't like doing pda in pubic. The only pda you get is a kiss on the hand and Hand-holding, Thats it

- He would sometimes let you come with him when he works, Which obviously you don't mind because Alhaitham sometimes get too busy that he barely pays attention to you...

- Your dates are mostly spent on The House of Daena aka the library, He likes being around the smell of books and being around you! Although he won't admit that hehehe, I feel like he’ll read some books that are...romantic just to test some stuff with you since whenever you do something...affectionate he doesn't know how to respond lol

- He gets jealous of his roommate, Kaveh. He knows Kaveh won't dare do anything but...still! He thinks its idiotic he feels like this and you just giggle at him~

- Not many people know of your relationship only some but what some know is that the member of the Haravatat, Has a rather settle crush on you

- Alhaitham isn't aware how madly inlove he is with you, But somehow some people around him know. The way he looks at you softly, speaks with you with more emotion in his voice and sneaks glances at you. They know it.

- Similar to Albedo he will ask you if you want to cuddle and you guys do! Expect you’re trying out positions which ended with you getting mad at him lol

- You kissed him first, I know. His composure broke for a sec and then turns away and he had that cute side blush on his face, You giggled and just hugged him, His so cute~

- No matter how much he might research about this thing called ‘love’ he knows your the only who can teach and guild him...and although he doesn't wanna admit it..he loves you~

Nicknames: Darling, my angel, and sweetheart(Sometimes in pubic but mostly in private)

Voice line about you: “Y/n? Hm..their someone really dedicated to learn about new things I admire that about them.”

When he talks to you: “Darling why don't we go to the library later? I have a new book I would like to show you. What’s in it for you? Hm...sweetheart we can cuddle later if you want. *tiny blush*”

~Pretty Architect~ (Kaveh)

~Sweet Boyfriend~

- HE MIGHT HAVE JUST COME OUT BUT I KNOW HE’S THE SWEET TYPE HE LITERALLY GIVES ME TAMAKI VIBES FROM OURAN HOST CLUB I’M SORRY T-T

- *Ahem* sorry. He would be soo sweet to you! He loves to spoil you!(Even if his in debt) He would buy you clothes that he thinks suit you, He’d kiss and cuddle you this man is head over heels inlove with you hehehe

- His often very busy so you guys actually don't see each for weeks or even a whole month! It’s really sad for the both you so whenever you both are together you guys make the most of it :3

- He loves taking you out on dinner dates(with you paying sometimes), Mainly because he likes seeing you dressed up and such

- I see him liking to slow dance with you..I feel like his a classy man that's why lol but yea dancing under the bright moon and stars after your dinner

- Since his a architect...I kinda see him as a bit of a perfectionist, Like he would want everything in your house perfect which might piss you off sometimes lol but don't worry let him do him :)

- Lets you touch his hair if you let him cuddle and kiss you in return

- His fashion sense is amazing. He would be the one picking your outfits and he sometimes buys you these designer clothes, He has the money don't worry-

- His love for you is like a flower....he cares for you like your a soft petal and he loves you like your the only person that matters~

Nicknames: Darling, Love, Sweetheart, Sweetie, Babe, Beautiful, My petal and My flower

Voice line about you: “Ah! You know y/n!? Oh uhm sorry...how are they? Are they doing fine? I’m glad to hear that...i..miss them very much *Gentle smile*”

When he talks to you: “Are you ready to go darling? You look beautiful my flower..I love you a lot my petal”

DONE!!

I’m really sorry if this took way too long, School has been pretty shitty to me rn :(

I wanna apologize if the arabic translations at cyno’s part! If I did do the wrong translations pls tell me and I'll correct it! :)

Also sorry if there are grammar or spelling errors!

I had fun writing these boys and was simping while writing I hope you guys were simping and had your hearts go doki doki :3

Reblogs and feedback is appreciated~

My request/ask box is open soo feel free to request or ask questions :3

See you guys on my next post~!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #genshin impact fluff #see you guys on my next post!#reblogs are appreciated!#Feedback is appreciated!

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beantothemax · 1 year

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I've seen some writers share their Octopath fan fics here so I though to throw my hat in the ring. This is about Temenos coercing a cleric for information in hopes to find another entrance to the cathedral in chapter 1. I thought it would be fun to write out the method of his coercion outside of a minigame. Buckle up, cause it's lengthy... (I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Temenos began to make for the library.

The building was modest but useful. Inside the floorboards creaked under the weight of the inquisitor and the platemail knight. The first thing the two saw was a small desk with a ledger, lamps, and an attendant. The walls were lined with brown shelves stacked with books of archives, hymnals, myths, bibles, and the published works of theologians across the continents. and two tables with chairs were placed centered in the room. The cleric in question had her nose stuffed in a book by a case, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Her robes were teal and her habit a creamy white. Crick stood by the entrance and prepared to watch Temenos work his talents once more. Temenos used the Staff of Judgement as a walking stick as he approached her. He put on a warm smile and greeted her, “Good evening, sister!”

The cleric jolted from her book and traced her eyes to Temenos’s face, “Inquisitor! I didn’t expect to see you here tonight!” She tilted her head from right to left and whispered, “ It’s quite late… Is something the matter?”

Temenos could detect something was off. The way her voice wavered when she spoke, her eyes never seemed to meet his own, and her knuckles turned white from clutching her book when he made his introduction. It would appear this subject was flighty. Interrogating anxious people was a balancing act. Just as a shepherd would lead a lamb, Temenos needed to judge when to push, when to pull, and when to relax. Too little pressure wouldn’t draw out anything useful. Too much may make them blubber, panic, cause a scene, or in extreme cases… break them. Temenos once again began his inquisition with a push to test the waters, “Why yes, something is the matter,” he said with a sigh. He turned his back against the shelves and leaned, facing the other side of the room, “I wish not to dance around the topic so I’ll skip straight to it. I am bothered you are hiding something from me.” From the corner of his eye he could tell her nerves were alight. It would appear he struck the nail on the head.

“W— Whatever do you mean inquisitor!?” the cleric sputtered as her posture shrinked activating her flight instincts. Temenos may have pushed a bit too far and it was time to recorrect.

He bounced off the bookcase and bent down to the anxious sister’s level and lowered his voice, “Worry not my friend! I do not say this to antagonize you! I know not what this secret may be but it pains me that one of my fellow clergymen would keep secrets from me. I am saddened at the thought of you not feeling safe with a messenger of Aelfric.”

The cleric’s jitteres steadied, “I— I see… How foolish of me to think I could hide anything from you inquisitor. You’re so perceptive about these matters.”

Temenos laxed his pressure more, “I appreciate the praise but let’s not make this about me. I just thought to inform you that my ears are open anytime. We could meet somewhere privately if you wished.”

The cleric relaxed her grip on her book and her blood returned to her hands, “That is a very kind offer inquisitor. Perhaps… tomorrow could we arrange a meeting?”

Tomorrow absolutely would not do. Temenos needed whatever she was concealing as quickly as possible. Now, he had to force his hand again, “That could be arranged,” he made his tone sound uncertain, “But just know my mind will not be at ease until I hear what you have to say. I may be tossing and turning all night over the predicament!” Temenos began to walk away but he was not done just yet.

Ever the people pleaser, the cleric called to Temenos, “W— wait! I can tell you now! I would hate for you to lose sleep over my secrecy. I apologize.”

Temenos’s ears perked up, “Remarkable! Please, let us sit.” He escorted her to a table and sat across from her. She took her book with her.

After she was settled, the cleric spoke in a hushed voice, “You see inquisitor, I have always been a lover of books,” she hugged the tomb close to her chest, “In fact, growing up with such a quaint library and reading its myths and legends inspired me to join the church.”

Temenos leaned closer and let her go on without interruption despite a pause. Creating room for the subject to speak was crucial.

“But… but…” The cleric swallowed, “I carry this great shame.”

Crick could see Temenos’s excitement. That same light was in his eyes when he questioned the historian. It seemed every time the truth came tantalizingly close, a spark flashed in his eyes. “A shame? What have you to be ashamed of?”

The cleric scooted closer, “Secretly, I feel like a fraud, a false servant because… the real reason I joined this coven is because…”

A smile creeped across Temenos’s face.

“I liked the smell of the books…”

Crick watched as the fire in Temenos’s eyes died right then and there. His face deflated and his posture drooped.

“Really! It was merely a coincidence my post was assigned to the church library but I am ashamed I spend more time indulging my lust for leatherbound pages than spreading the good word of the Sacred Flame!”

“That’s all?” Temenos was disappointed. “Why did you feel the need to hide this?”

“Well, with the increasing number of heretics abound, I feared I may be labeled as one if I let slip my facade.”

Temenos held up his hand, “I understand.”

“I am not in trouble am I? I swear to confess everything at out next service and—”

“There will be no need. You shant worry anymore about this terrible secret of yours any longer. But for future reference, I implore you to focus more on your duties rather than your indulgences if you feel inclined to remain with your coven. I too enjoy a good book but all in moderation, yes?”

“Of course. Thank you for your mercy, inquisitor.” She laid the book back out on the table and opened the cover. Temenos caught a glimpse of a name tag inside. It read, “Vados”.

Temenos began a new inquiry, “Forgive my meddlesome questioning but you have been quite protective of that book. Pray tell sister, where did you ascertain it?”

The cleric met Temeonos’s face again, “I had borrowed it from an architect staying here on the cathedral grounds.”

Temenos sat upright, “And architect you say?”

“Yes, Vados the Architect. He is residing at the temporary housing units. I believe he oversaw the repairs here. I had run into him here as he was checking out a prayer book and we began sharing our favorite novels. We exchanged books.”

Temenos sat silently in thought. “Thank you for your time.” He left his seat and rejoined Crick. “Come little lamb. We have an architect to interrogate.”

Crick shot back, “Did I not make myself clear when I said—”

“Ah yes, my apologies.” he said failing to fight his smirk. It was somewhat cute how easily Crick was flustered by harmless teasing.

The two left the library and made for the temporary housing.

ooooo I really like how you portray his coercions as actual interrogations!!! instead of the ‘temenos sends a random lady to the Shallow Water Dimension to smack them with a staff repeatedly’ we get in the actual game.

and SDHFNDGBEGXB that whole part of the ‘fire dying in temenos’s eyes’ was funny. girl just wants to smell books.

for your first(?) fic this is really solid!!!!! loved reading this!!!

#asks #temenos mistral #crick wellsley #liked this a lot!!

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obsidianfr3sk · 4 years

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the star of my sky

@renegadesnet event 8: friendship february

↪ [ Kasumi Hasegawa & Evander Wade / “If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky.”]

Summary: She could imagine her future, but she couldn't imagine herself not being friends with Evander. Kasumi would never be able to take her things and move to another place where he was not part of it. Because Kasumi would never voluntarily leave her home. And Evander had been her home since the first moment he walked through that door.

AO3

Hi, there!! This is my entry for the event 8 of @renegadesnet. I hope I’m not too late x’d in my time zone, it’s 9:06PM right now, so... I guess I’m fine. I feel like an irresponsible high schooler summiting her homework at 11:59pm... No, wait, that’s actually what I am.

Well x’d as you could see from the caption, this a fic focused on Evander and Kasumi’s friendship. I don’t even know why I’m so invested in this... made-up relationship (since they didn’t interact at all in canon) but I think it all began because when I started writing fics about the Council, I remembered Hugh and Simon weren’t the only members of it and that the rest of them needed to have, you know, personalities and relationships between them, details that MM seemed to forgot jaja. And these two just inmediatly made click with each other, at least in my head, and I’ve been dying to write something about them for a long time, but I think I never worked up the courage to actually do it until now:’) I’m even thinking about a small sequel but yeah

Despite what I said before (that for me the interest in these two started when I began to write my own fics) my dear mother Dawn ( @honey-hippie-harper) had a lot of very interesting headcanons about the whole dynamic the Council had during the Age of Anarchy, and two of those headcanons are that they all slept in the same bed they had at Simon’s basement and that when Adrian was born they decided that it would be better if some of them moved somewhere else, so it would be harder for people to discover their true indentities. Georgia and Adrian moved to an apartment Simon got for them, Simon and Hugh move to another one, and Tamaya got her own place, while Kasumi and Evander stayed at the Westwood house. So, for this fic, I decided to write based on those two specific headcanons. All credits to her!

Also this is gonna sound super weird but here I mention that Evander wears a cap x’d and that’s based on my other mother Wins ( @healing-winston-pratt) design of him, which you can find here! You know the drill, gente x’d go, like and reblog it!

Dawnie, Winston, this is a fic dedicaded to the two of you. Thank you for being such good mothers and friends to me✨

Since this an “unpopular” brotp I’m not quite sure who to tag, I really don’t want to bother anyone x’d but, @all-weather-is-bad and @ifyouhadntbutyoudid, I know you guys also love their dynamic so I think you may be interested on reading this! And if you also like my work, please like and reblog, it means the world to me <3

Also please forget any grammar/spelling mistakes, I feel phisically sick right now because I took a pill and it’s making me so freaking dizzy I think I’m gonna throw up or something x’d

I live to let you shine,

but you can skyrocket away from me,

and never come back if you find another galaxy,

far from here, with more room to fly.

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by.

The last days they spent living in the house were somewhat chaotic. Perhaps a part of it was due to the fact that now that Adrian was with them, they were all deprived of sleep. However, Kasumi was sure that it also had a lot to do with the fact that they had not realized how much of a mess the whole house actually was until the time to move out came and they couldn’t find their things.

Well, she wasn't moving out. But the rest of them were.

And that was something that Kasumi had been thinking about a lot since the moment that Georgie's pregnancy was made public, but that she had never dared to say it out loud because she was too afraid of the answer.

She didn’t have to say anything though. They gave her an answer as if she had asked them; her family loved to give their opinions even when nobody asked them to do it.

It turns out that they could no longer live in Simon's house.

At least not the six— seven of them.

The city had gone crazy with Adrian’s birth (or Baby Indomitable, as they had affectionately named him), and while it was a good type of crazy, it also made them a little nervous that this new member of the family would put their secret identities at risk. Now, every time they came out in their civilian form, people were going to be looking everywhere for a woman who looked like Georgie, was holding a newborn baby and, as a bonus, was accompanied by some blond or brunette guy, a red-haired boy or a girl with dark hair.

Yes, they couldn’t take that risk.

“… But when you want to open that door,” Simon was telling her, “you have to push it with your shoulder, because if you don't—”

“It will not open,” Kasumi said.

“It's not going to open,” Simon agreed.

“She lives here too, Simon,” Tamaya said washing the glass in which she had been drinking water. “She knows how to open the door.”

All six of them were sitting at the dining room table. Georgie was nursing Adrian, while the rest ate a tasteless soup that they had made three days ago and that was surely going to spoil if they did not eat it that night.

“Yes, but there is anything wrong with remembering important points,” Simon noticed. “It is the first time that she will live alone.”

“She won't be alone,” Evander exclaimed suddenly. “She's going to be with me,” and he continued sipping the soup.

Hugh scowled at him. “Stop sipping your soup, Evander.”

But that only made him sip the soup harder. Hugh rolled his eyes and Georgie put Adrian on her shoulder to make him burp.

“I still can't find my cap,” Evander continued, touching his hair. “It seems to me like you have it in your box and wanna steal it.”

“Why would I want to steal your cap?”

“Maybe because you don't have one.”

At that moment, Adrian burped and Hugh's face lit up.

“That's what I think of your stupid cap,” he replied, pointing at Adrian.

Even Kasumi laughed at that joke. But Evander didn't find it funny.

“Good thing you're leaving now,” he said, clenching to the spoon with which he was eating his soup. “I don’t like any of you.”

“You don’t even like Kasumi?” Georgie asked, pretending to be surprised. Simon took Adrian in his arms so she could adjust her blouse properly.

Before Evander could answer, Hugh did it for him. “I heard him say in his sleep that he hated Kasumi the most.”

Evander tried to throw the spoon at him, but Tamaya grabbed his wrist and nearly ripped off his hand.

“Not in my watch, you fu—”

“Tamaya,” Georgie scolded her. “Remember what I told you.”

Tamaya looked at Adrian for a second and then focused her gaze on the ceiling. “Not in my watch, you ... f-u-c-k-i-n-g punk.”

“Are we spelling curse words now?” Simon asked.

“Jesus fu—“ Hugh stopped himself. “Wait ... f-u ... c ... k ...”

“Uh, someone can’t spell f-u-c-k-i-n-g,” Evander laughed out loud.

Georgie chimed in before Hugh threw his spoon at Evander. “At least when we're in Adrian's presence,” she said. “I don't want him to learn those words from you. Now that you are his aunts and uncles, you have to set a good example for him.”

Simon passed Adrian to Georgie again, and Kasumi stared at him, wondering if she was going to be able to set a good example for him and what things could she teach him to do.

Perhaps she could teach him to swim. Or to dance. Although Kasumi did not know how to dance, and the truth was that she did not think she would be able to explain why she knew how to swim. No one had ever taught her to do it; she just knew it. She wasn't quite sure how swimming worked on people who didn't have water-related powers. (Tamaya had once told her that babies could be thrown into the water and their instinct to swim would come out on their own, but Kasumi would never throw a baby as pretty as Adrian into the water.) (She would never throw a baby into the water in general though, even if the baby was ugly.)

Or maybe she could teach him to play with dolls. Several Christmases ago, the others bought her an old rag doll with their savings, which she named Aiko. Kasumi took her everywhere, pretended to share her food with her during dinner, and tucked her every night in a shoebox that she had found and now used as the doll's cradle. The others realized how much she liked her gift, so for her ninth birthday, they gave her a beautiful doll with blonde hair and a pink princess dress, named Isabella. Kasumi didn't realize how much she was playing with the new doll, until one day she was having a tea party with Hugh and Simon (because that's the kind of thing Georgie told them to do, so Kasumi wouldn’t feel alone), and Hugh asked her, very into in his role of a rich lady from the Victorian era, why Duchess Aiko hadn't attended that afternoon. Then, Kasumi remembered that she hadn't gotten her out of her bed that morning and she began to cry.

Simon immediately went over to hug her and asked Hugh to hand the doll to him, but Kasumi was so embarrassed, she didn't even want to look at her in the eyes. When Hugh tried to give her the doll, Kasumi screamed as if she had seen a rat and not her favorite toy, which made Tamaya go downstairs to see what was happening, probably thinking Hugh and Simon were bullying Kasumi into insanity or something.

Now that she thought about it, it was kind of funny to remember the face Tamaya made when she saw Kasumi screaming, clinging to her two friends with all the strength she had, and without them taking off the fake pearl necklaces and hats they had put on for the occasion. It had probably been very funny to her too because as soon as saw the scene, she called Georgie and ran away from there, with one hand over her mouth and making strange noises.

Georgie played dolls with her more often from then on. When Kasumi overcame her fear of running out of love to give her toys (and made it known to her friends as if she had learned how to drive or graduated college), Georgie bought her a third doll, which had bunny ears, a white apron, and had Mimi embroidered on her hand. Now that they had three dolls, Tamaya was able to join them during their games, but Tamaya always came up with very morbid ones, such as that the dolls were a family of poor girls who had to play the guitar to earn some money or that they were housewives of wealthy gentlemen who mistreated them, so they planned to poison them during a business dinner to keep their money. These games scandalized Georgie, but Kasumi did like them and when they started to stop playing with her, she would sit her three dolls in a circle and stare at them, fantasizing about the outcomes of those stories they had left incomplete.

Those were the kinds of things that made Kasumi think that she had a good childhood. And that wasn't something many child prodigies could say.

If Adrian turned out to be a prodigy, she wanted to be a part of those kinds of stories so when Adrian grew up and remembered how his first years were, he would be able to say that they had been good and that Kasumi had the honor of being part of them, in the same way Kasumi could say that Georgie (his mother) had done the same for her.

Simon had told her that the place Georgie and Adrian were moving to was not too far from the house, but Kasumi wasn't so sure.

Everything would be easier if they all stayed together.

Although she supposed that having her family separated was better than having no family.

Right?

***

Not all prodigies were lucky enough to have a home.

Kasumi, for a long time, had been one of those prodigies. Her parents abandoned her when she was a baby, and she didn't think orphanages could be considered homes. Mainly because "home" wasn't the brick structure with four walls and a roof that protected you from the heat in the summer or the freezing winds in the winter.

A home was made by the people you lived with.

And they had proved it to her.

Georgie had told her a little bit about the days she lived on the streets after escaping from her father's house and told her that while she was wandering around town, she had seen a few children (who clearly were all prodigies) looking for food in the garbage or fighting each other over a piece of blanket to cover themselves from the sun. That she, at the time, had criticized them for behaving like savages, but that now, she could only feel sorry for them because it was probably the only thing they knew and it was their way of surviving, wondering if she had ended up like that too.

Kasumi… all of them had been very fortunate to have found a home in each other.

That was why it hurt so much to close the door behind her and realize that the house felt completely empty for the first time in all her life.

The first hours being in the house alone, Kasumi tried to distract herself by embroidering. She took out a pink sweater that she had wanted to embroider daisies on for a while now and she sat in the living room. She thought about whether it would be a good idea to turn on the television, but the only thing she could watch were very tacky cartoons some cheap animation studio made about the Renegades, and she didn't have the strength to be angry at the horrible (and even offensive) way they were drawn, especially the girls, Simon, and herself, so she just tried to blank her mind and focus on the task.

Georgie had taught them to embroider and Kasumi was obsessing over it. She had already embroidered their names on all the pieces of clothing they allowed her until Hugh had to put an end to it because they simply couldn’t be giving away personal information to strange people on the streets (“Yes, Kasumi, having our names embroider on our clothes is giving personal information to strangers, I’m sorry.”). Simon also no longer let her do that whole name thing, but he did let her embroider a tiny skeleton with an arrow going through his heart on the edge of his jeans. Tamaya was the one who had more difficulty learning how to do it, but over time she kind of got the hang of it, and Georgie spent much of her pregnancy adding details to the simple onesies she bought for Adrian.

Kasumi didn’t want to brag, but she was the one who had learned to embroider the fastest. She remembered taking Evander’s old clothes to practice and even embroidered golden stars on his white pajama pants. She wasn't quite sure if he was still wearing them, but she thought they look really well, especially when she (unintentionally) compared it to the other’s work.

However, Kasumi couldn't smile right now.

She may have learned to embroider faster than them.

But she was growing up slower than them.

She was not talking about her physical appearance or things like that. Despite eating a very poor diet, Kasumi had managed to grow ... what she had to grow. She was not abnormally short and, when she got up, she did not get dizzy, like Simon (who spent a week having panic attacks every morning, thinking they were signs of early anemia). Yes, Tamaya and Georgie already looked like grown-up women, but it was because they were grown-up women. Besides that, Georgie had told her all girls were different and beautiful in their way; the important thing was that Kasumi was healthy and that she felt comfortable in her own skin. Now, Kasumi did not feel super comfortable in her own skin, but perhaps it was because she was a teenager, and as someone who had lived with teenagers before, she knew they could be deeply insecure about their body.

(Kasumi practically grew up listening to Simon crying about his body hair, Georgie complaining about how greasy her skin got when she was about to have her period, Tamaya ranting about his wings and nose, and Hugh saying that he felt he was too big and grotesque to be a real human being. She did not understand why they thought such things. She considered that if Simon grew a beard in the future it would look very good on him, Georgie had a beautiful smile, Tamaya's features reminded her of those of a goddess, and... fine, she wasn't quite sure what exactly Hugh was complaining about, but it didn’t feel right to tell him how to live his insecurities and tried to be as assuring with him as she was with the rest of her family when she heard them make those comments about themselves.)

No, what Kasumi was referring to was that they all seemed to be growing in other areas of their life.

And she did not.

Georgie was a mom now. A single mom, who had her own apartment, in a beautiful area, near a park where she would surely spend hours fooling around with her baby. Hugh and Simon were officially a couple, and they had moved in together in a seedy, filthy, smelly apartment, but they talked about it like it was their dream house or something. Lastly, even though Tamaya wasn't living with anyone in particular, she thought that moving into her own place was a big step and that it could be good for her.

And again, maybe it was because of her age, but… But Kasumi didn't see herself doing any of those things.

She couldn't imagine having kids. She perhaps could imagine herself holding someone's hand and looking at each other with the same adoration that Hugh and Simon looked at each other, but that person still did not have a face in her imagination, which according to her family, “was the most vivid imagination it had ever existed”. Much less did she see herself capable of taking her things and simply moving to another place, as if it hadn't taken her years to find a place (find people) that she could call home.

Kasumi pricked herself with the needle.

She knew they weren't abandoning her. They would continue to see each other very often, at the Headquarters or during the missions. Tamaya had assured them she would visit them constantly to make sure the house was not on fire, and the others had said similar things, hinting that they would be doing the same thing.

The backyard door opened. “Kasumi!”

But even if she knew it, even if she was aware that all those feelings of abandonment were completely irrational, her anxieties were more powerful.

“Hey, Kasumi.”

What if they found another Kasumi? What if they found someone who loved them the same way she loved them? What if their interests changed over the years? What if, after meeting new people and having new experiences, Kasumi seemed more and more replaceable over time?

“Kasumi ...”

What if Kasumi was left so far behind that she ended up getting buried by all their new memories, forgotten behind the door of an empty room, which was as dark as a starless night sky?

“Zoomie!”

She pricked herself with the needle again and realized that Evander had been talking to her.

She put her finger to her mouth and raised her eyebrows. Evander wasn’t wearing his shoes, but the edges of his pants covered in mud, hinting that he had been playing outside. He was wearing his cap. Apparently, Hugh hadn't stolen it.

Kasumi wondered where he had left it and how he had found it.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he announced. “Or… do you wanna take a shower first?”

Kasumi shook her head; she had already showered earlier that day.

“Well—” she looked at the sweater that Kasumi was embroidering. “What are you doing?”

She took a look at the sweater; the daisies were pretty nice. However, when she looked out the window, she realized that it was already dark outside and that her eyes were getting too tired.

“I’m… I’m going to sleep,” she replied.

Evander nodded and she headed for the basement.

***

If she believed that being in the lonely living room had been a nightmare in which her most invasive thoughts had taken complete control of her, it was because she had no idea what kind of things awaited her in the basement.

The basement. That basement where they had all slept together for so many years, and that a few days ago had seemed too small for them, but now it looked huge.

Never in her life had she had a bed to herself. At the orphanage, she shared a bed with other girls, and when she arrived at Simon's house, the five of them took turns to sleep in the twin-sized bed. Later, when Simon's parents left the house, instead of going to sleep in one of the upstairs rooms like normal people, they brought the double bed to the basement and put them together to create a larger bed.

There was something about sharing a bed with your family. A new kind of intimacy that Kasumi never thought she would ever experience.

Because she never thought that she would ever have a family in the first place.

She had to admit that it could be awkward at times. In the summer, the basement got very humid, and Kasumi, who slept between Georgia and Tamaya, felt like she was suffocating, and during winter, it was an eternal battle for the blankets.

There were also times when Georgia and Tamaya would talk late into the night. Kasumi didn't participate in those conversations but she did pay a lot of attention to them, turning to see the one who was talking and then turning to see the other, as if her eyes were following the sound of their voices. Although they tried to keep their tone down, they couldn't contain their giggles. One time they were so loud that Simon told them to be quiet while calling them “scandalous chickens”. Tamaya went wild over that comment and only calmed down because Simon almost burst into tears as he begged her to forgive him and assured her that he wasn't trying to make fun of her.

And, a few years later, he arrived.

“Zoomie—”

This time he didn't have to call her twice for her to hear him. “I already got out of the shower.”

Suddenly, she could see Hugh and Tamaya sitting on the bed. She was lying on her stomach and he was leaning against a pile of pillows, loudly arguing about why putting ketchup on the pizza was a crime against humanity and that Hugh should see a psychiatrist for thinking "that fucking shit" tasted good. But when they listened to what Evander said, they suddenly interrupted their discussion, and said, “Thanks for telling us— ” “ —but literally no one asked, ” before starting to yell at each other again.

If she didn't feel like she was going to cry at any moment, she probably would have laughed a little. She always laughed at Hugh and Tamaya's jokes.

“I mean… in case you wanna take a shower now.”

Simon was there too. He was pulling his pajamas and a pair of socks (that used to be white but had turned pink after finishing in the wrong batch of clothes) out of the drawers, and said, looking disapprovingly at the others, “Well, I did ask him because I do want to take a shower.”

He and Kasumi had that in common: they like to shower every day, and if they didn’t, their anxiety kicked in.

“Or if… you know, you want to brush your teeth. I already brushed mine.”

Then Georgie walked over to them, gently took Evander by the cheeks, and said, “Let me see; blow” in the same tone she used to order him to show her the empty plate after making a dish that had lots of vegetables on it, or when she asked him to close his eyes each time they came across a particularly violent scene while they were strolling through town in their civilian clothes.

She never needed to ask her to do that. Kasumi didn’t lie about brushing her teeth, she ate all her vegetables and she did close her eyes when she saw people (not villains or heroes; people) fighting in the middle of the street without anyone having to remind her.

In a blink, they all disappeared.

But Kasumi was still there.

And Evander too.

“I WANT THIS ONE!” he squealed before getting into the larger bed. He took one of the pillows and began rubbing his head against it. “Finally ... a bed all to myself.”

At least one of them was happy about it.

***

When Kasumi came back from brushing her teeth, put on her pajamas, and braided her hair so it wouldn’t get all tangled during the night, Evander was staring at the ceiling, completely still. He did not greet Kasumi when she entered, nor did he say anything to her when she sat on the twin-sized bed.

The beds were still together, but Kasumi felt like they had already separated them.

Then, she remembered that they had left the blankets drying in the backyard. Terrible decision. They were going to freeze to death.

She sighed and fumbled for something to cover herself while she went outside to get them when Evander stood up on the bed and spread with all his might a heavy (and filthy) red blanket they weren’t able to fit inside the washing machine and was left there on the floor like it was nothing.

Kasumi felt the blanket as the warmest of hugs. It covered most of the twin-sized bed and half of the other.

“If you steal the blanket,” Evander said lying down again, “I'm going to put my cold feet on you.”

She lay down too.

She did see him capable of doing that.

Evander was capable of a lot of things.

***

When Evander arrived, one of the first things she did was ask Georgie where he was going to sleep.

Oh, because Kasumi knew they were going to keep him. They just had to.

Georgie told her that he would sleep with the rest of them, and that was completely fine to her. At least until problems started to appear.

To begin with, he didn't fit in the boy's bed; he and Simon would do it perfectly, but Hugh was too big and took up much of the mattress.

“You are a monstrosity of a human being,” Evander blurted out. “No offense.”

“I'd take it as a compliment,” Hugh assured.

In the double bed, they were going through a similar situation. The three of them fit, but barely, not to mention that Tamaya had to sleep in very specific a position so she wouldn’t hurt her wings. Georgie assured that she would not let anyone sleep on the floor.

So Evander ended up sleeping in the space between the two beds, one part of his body over one mattress and one part on the other.

Kasumi wondered if he had difficulties adjusting to this new lifestyle. Although he hardly spoke about what his life had been like before joining the Renegades (as he had named them), she had heard Georgie tell Tamaya about how much he kicked her during the night or that Hugh confessing to Simon that it saddened him to hear him cry for his mom during the night (“Don’t tell him I said that though.”)

Maybe it was that Evander was not used to sharing a bed with other people, and he was even less used to those people taking years to react when the two beds accidentally separated, making him fell and hit his head.

‘Cause that happened.

“Georgie… the kid fell.”

“Hey, you asshole, stop cuddling with your— friend and help him.”

“We’re preparing him for the blows life is going to throw at him.”

“Simon, darling, I'd expect that kind of comment from Hugh, but from you—”

“I think I’m bleeding…”

That was enough to make Kasumi react. She got off the bed (kicking Georgie and Tamaya in the process), helped him get up, and, after making sure he was not bleeding, dusted off his clothes and hair.

“Are you okay, Vandy?” she asked him.

Evander looked at her with teary eyes and told her he was fine. Hugh put the beds back together (after Tamaya threw a shoe at him to make him react) and Georgie cuddled with her (probably to prevent her from throwing more shoes), so he and Kasumi slept next to each other the rest of the night.

She did not quite understand what Georgie and Hugh were talking about in those conversations that she overheard them having with Tamaya and Simon. Evander didn't kick her and she didn't hear him cry.

The next night, a few hours before making their first public appearance as the Renegades, Kasumi was in the living room, playing with her dolls (or staring at them while imagining the scenarios) when Evander appeared.

“How old are you?” he asked her.

“Excuse me?”

“How old are you?” he repeated.

For some reason, Kasumi had a little trouble remembering how old she was. “I'm thirteen,” she finally answered.

Evander nodded and sat on the floor, between two of her dolls, without Kasumi inviting him. She didn't quite know how to feel about it.

“Georgie is nineteen,” she kept saying. “And Tamaya eighteen, and—”

“And Simon and Hugh are sixteen,” Evander finished. “Yes, I know. I've asked them.”

Kasumi looked down. Thanks for telling us, but literally no one asked.

“I’m nine years old—” and he showed her nine of his fingers.

She wanted to tell him she thought he was a lot younger, but… yes, no one had asked. So she kept quiet.

The next thing Evander asked was:

“Do you like to play with dolls?”

So Kasumi smiled, and answered him:

“I love playing with dolls.”

“I never play with dolls,” Evander told her wrinkling his nose. “It’s for… girls.”

“Georgie says that all games are for girls, boys, and anyone who falls in between those,” Kasumi quoted solemnly. “Hugh and Simon played dolls with me all the time.”

Now it was Evander who looked away. “I don't think Hugh and Simon want to play with me,” he muttered.

“Why?” she asked him.

He shrugged. “It seems to me that… older kids have other things they worry about. Also, they’ve been friends since before I arrived.”

Kasumi thought that the word "friends" was not the most appropriate word to describe their relationship. Or that was what she had heard Tamaya say that afternoon, and when she was thirteen, all her opinions were opinions that other people had before, like the one about “All games are for girls, boys, and anyone who falls between those” that Georgie told her.

Speaking of them…

“Tamaya and Georgie don't want to play with me anymore,” she confessed quietly.

“Were they friends before you arrived?”

Kasumi shook her head and played with the loose thread on her skirt. “No, but I guess… people grow up. People grow up and that's it.”

Who knows if Evander understood what she meant by that. Kasumi herself didn't know what she had meant.

But Evander asked another question again.

“Can I play dolls with you, Kasumi?”

And Kasumi smiled.

Again.

“I'd loved if you played dolls with me, Evander.”

“You can call me Vandy.”

Kasumi smiled even more. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I really liked it when you called me that yesterday,” he replied. “Actually, I hadn't spoken to you all day because I was looking for an equally cool nickname to give you.”

She supposed that if he was already talking to her, that meant he had found a nickname. “And which one is it?”

Evander smiled at him too. “Zoomie.”

Zoomie was the best nickname anyone could have come up with.

It turned out that Evander was even better at imitating Victorian lady voices than Hugh and Simon. He was also not scandalized by the dramatic stories she invented, and even came up with the plot’s darkest moments. They had to be dragged to bed, and Georgie made the serious mistake of letting them sleep together again; they talked for hours until Simon asked them to be quiet with a not very family-friendly vocabulary. He even used the F-word (the same one that Hugh apparently couldn't spell). It was kind of shocking, but they let it go because it was Simon, and Simon would have done the same if it had been the other way around.

The third night they slept together, Tamaya snapped and threw her other shoe at them. In her opinion, the situation had become insufferable and others supported her. Georgie sat them at the dining room the next morning and told them that although she was very glad they were friends, she will have to go back to sleep between them because they were messing with everyone’s sleep schedule.

It was the first time that someone addressed them as "friends." Kasumi was so happy about it that she didn’t even complain about Georgie’s decision.

She had never had a friend just for herself.

But even after this new adjustment, Evander kept being… a mess. He kept talking before going to sleep, just that this time, his partner in crime was Hugh. At first, Kasumi thought Hugh was going to ignore him, but he genuinely seemed interested in the comic books Evander talked him about and even began reading some of them. Tamaya threw at them all the shoes they had, but not even with that she managed to shut them up, and they had to took away all the objects that could be thrown that were on her side of the bed so that she did not end up seriously hurting someone. Simon once remarked that he almost fell out of bed because Evander just moved too much, and when they hinted that he was just angry that Hugh no longer cuddled with him while he slept because he was too busy talking with Evander, he ignored them the rest of the day. Georgie kept waking up feeling her body all soar (“Evander kicks like a soccer player, I swear”), but she still was the first to comfort him when nightmares haunted him in the middle of the night.

She had never seen him like that though.

Not until now.

Kasumi felt the bed so empty that she couldn't fall asleep. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was racing, thinking about all the scenarios in which all had gone wrong and now her family (Adrian included) was being taken to the cathedral to be publicly executed by Ace Anarchy himself. She felt the other bed's mattress and the blanket moving at the same time that Evander did, while he babbled things that Kasumi couldn't understand.

At least until she felt a warm pair of her hands grip her wrists so tightly that it made her open her eyes violently and scream.

Her first instinct was to think those hands belonged to some anarchist, ready to pull her out of bed and drag her into the depths of limbo, but it didn't take her long to recognize them.

They were the same hands that played dolls with her when she was younger, that gently pulled her ponytail when she zoned out in the middle of interviews and wanted to make her react, and they were the same hands that took hers and rubbed them during cold days because he knew Kasumi didn’t like wearing gloves but her hands were still so cold that he feared they would get all frozen and fall.

Evander was so close to her, that even in the dark, she could see that he was frowning and clenching his jaw while moving his legs as if he was trying to get away from something.

“Stop… stop, stop… stop,” he pleaded with someone who wasn't really there.

But Kasumi was there.

“Evander, Evander, it's me,” she whispered. “Evander, it's me.”

Evander kept kicking, kept running, and kept pleading.

“Stop, stop…”

“It's me, Evander,” she insisted. “Evander…”

Then, she remembered what the keyword was.

“It's me, Vandy—” she put a hand in his hair “—It's me…”

Evander progressively released her wrists, and as he did so, he opened his eyes, filled with tears and fear.

Kasumi felt her lips tremble, and she…

Understood. She understood those conversations she heard them had.

But what she did not understand was how they did not break with him to see him like that. All trembling, teary, and…

Small.

Really, really small.

She really didn’t.

However, a part of her must have understood because although Kasumi felt a bump in her throat, she did not shed a single tear. Not even when he, with a voice more broken than she had ever heard came out of him, whispered:

“Zoomie?”

She didn't stop stroking his hair. “I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Zoomie—“ he put a hand on her cheek “—Zoomie, I had a bad dream.”

She was not surprised.

Kasumi put her free hand over his. “Do you wanna tell me about it?”

She had always been told that sharing dreams, especially unpleasant ones, could help. Kasumi was very lucky that most of her dreams were pretty ones, like days at the beach, swimming with dolphins, or romantic boat rides because she dreamed pretty often. Simon also dreamed a lot, but they were more nightmares than anything else, like when he dreamed that a couple dressed in black came to the house and wanted to take him out of the city, speaking in a language he did not understand and calling him “Simón” instead of “Simon”. The others did not dream as often as they did, but Georgie once dreamed that she crashed into a plane while flying and the plane exploded with a lot of people inside, Tamaya that some goats chewed the feathers of his wings, and there was a time when Hugh claimed to have constant nightmares about everyone in the house dying of a mysterious illness and school recitals (“... and I've never even been to a school recital!”)

She knew all that because many times they had come to her and to tell her, “Kasumi, I just had a horrible nightmare and I hope you can give me tell what it means.”

Maybe if Evander told her what his dream was about, she could help him.

However, Evander told her that he didn't feel like talking about it.

Kasumi got it. After all, it was the first time she woke him up from a nightmare.

Nightmares could be very private.

“It's okay ... will you ... will you let me rub your back, then?” she asked him.

He nodded very slowly and Kasumi moved closer to him, to the point that they both were practically over the space between the two beds. She had half of her body on one mattress, and him in the other.

Kasumi had war flashbacks, and Evander too.

“This are the blows Simon told me life will throw at me,” he stammered with a sniffle.

Kasumi gave a soft laugh and started rubbing his back. She discreetly smelt his hair. “Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Thank you.”

“You should probably do it more often...”

Evander didn't respond.

He just burst into tears.

“You aren't gonna leave me, are you?” he asked her.

“What?”

Evander tried to wipe the tears away with the blanket, but that only made him cry even louder and his sentences get more incomprehensible.

“Like— you ...” he sobbed, “you aren't gonna leave me like the rest of them, right?”

Immediately, Kasumi knew who he was referring to and her heart shrunk as her brain was able to process what he had said.

“They didn’t leave us,” she replied, brushing his hair behind his ears, “they just—”

“Grew up.”

Kasumi got chills. His tone had felt so cold and distant for a moment. “Yeah. That’s kind of how life is.”

Instinctively, the two of them pressed their foreheads against each other, and Kasumi noticed that Evander was sweating, but she was not disgusted by any means.

She was just deeply concerned about him.

“You're getting older,” Evander whispered. “You're probably not gonna like me in a couple of years.”

She already had the answer for that on the tip of her tongue. But she remembered all her insecurities and she stopped being so sure if she would be telling the truth if she were to answer him at that moment.

And she would never lie to him on purpose.

So although Kasumi did not like to imagine how her life would be in the future, she tried to do so, only to confirm her idea.

She imagined herself as an adult. A little more confident, powerful, and, God willing, a little taller. She envisioned a future in which none of her family members would forget her and she could become part of Adrian's childhood memories. She would help Georgie to take care of him so that she could spend time by herself because only God knew how much that woman needed time for herself. Tamaya would introduce them to the young man she had talked about so much lately, the doctor who helped her heal when her wing got hurt and he would be as nice as she had promised. She was even able to see herself being a bridesmaid at Hugh and Simon's wedding when they finally made her relationship public and reminded the whole world that it was still possible to love in a city that seemed so full of hate.

She could imagine her future, but she couldn't imagine herself not being friends with Evander.

Kasumi would never be able to take her things and move to another place where he was not part of it. Because Kasumi would never voluntarily leave her home.

And Evander had been her home since the first moment he walked through that door.

“Don’t be silly. I'll always like you,” she assured him, stroking his hair again. “And most importantly... I will always be here for you.” And unintentionally, she added, “Even when you grow up, and you do not like me anymore.”

Evander pulled away slightly from her and stared into her eyes for a long time. She thought maybe that's how she looked when she was imagining something too.

Only... with a less puffy face.

“I'm always gonna be there for you too,” he replied. “And I’ll always like you, and I’ll always love you. You know that, right?”

Kasumi didn't know how to answer.

She… she didn’t.

Like— she knew he liked her, but she didn’t think he loved her.

It was a nice thing to hear.

“No,” she mumbled, brushing off the tears that rolled down his face with her thumb. “But ... thank you.”

Then, Evander was able to regain his composure and rubbed his hands all over his face tightly as if he was trying to wipe the tears out of his eyes. Kasumi took that opportunity to change her position and allow him to put his head on her chest.

“When I'm rich and famous, I'll buy you a house,” Evander told her, trying to hide the nasal voice that had remained after crying as hard as he just did. “It will be near my mansion.”

Kasumi pinched his cheek. “So you get a mansion and I get a house. How nice of you.”

“I know” he replied with a proud smile.

The audacity.

But that was not the time.

She took the tip of the blanket. It almost fell from the bed during the attack.

“Come on ...” she whispered, covering him up to his chin. “Go back to sleep.”

“Are you going back to sleep too?”

“Yes,” she lied to him.

But as Evander immediately knew he was lying, it didn't count as a lie at all.

“Liar,” he laughed. “Don’t be silly. I wanna stay up with you too.”

Kasumi didn't find a reason why she wouldn't let him.

After all, there was no one to throw shoes at them or to shut them up unkindly anymore. There wasn't even someone who would leave them on the floor if they fell out of bed or who would come between them anymore because they all thought putting them together was going to cause the apocalypse or something.

It hurt a little bit to think about that, but at the same time, it hurt less than before.

“Did I tell you I found my cap?”

Kasumi remembered the entire cap fight. “No, but I noticed.”

“Do you wanna know where it was, Zoomie?”

“Where was your cap, Vandy?”

Evander not only told her about how he had found his cap; he also talked to her about her whole day in detail and made jokes that made Kasumi laugh out loud and her eyes itch.

She didn’t know if it was because she had been holding back her tears for so long, or if it was because it was during the night when one could see the stars, and Evander was pure light in those very moments.

The next morning, when they saw the others again at the Headquarters, Kasumi no longer felt abandoned, or as she was going to fuse with the darkness of that empty room where they supposedly left her because there was no room to begin with. But even if that did happen, and she ended up becoming one with the night sky, she knew that she was going to at least have one star to shine on her and assure her that neither of them would ever truly be alone if they had each other.

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Travis Stoll Imagine; Dream Girl

Hello!! We are back this Monday with a Percy Jackson Imagine! I started reading the series last week and i’m currently on the third book which is so exciting! I love the Stoll brothers so making this imagine was so fun! i hope you guys like it! :) As always, I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, please let me know! And also, thank you everyone for the support and the cute comments i’ve been getting on my other stories! I love you all xx (also, sorry i couldn’t find a better pic to place)

Pairing; Travis Stoll x Reader

Warnings; None

Request; Would write a Travis Stoll x reader who is daughter of Ares who’s Clarisse’s second in command/best friend even though they’re opposite personalities and Connor is so sick of Travis’ pining for her that he decides to get them together?

It was a bright, hot and sunny day in Camp Half-Blood; the satyrs were running in the woods playing hide and seek with the dryads, who turned into trees whenever they tried to steal a kiss from them. Young demigods runnings through the camp wearing those bright-eye-cramping orange shirts, some of the kids from the Hermes Cabin were picking up the locks from the Camp Gift Shop. It was pretty much a normal summer day like any other.

Y/n was sitting down on top of a wooden-table, cleaning and filing her sword, it was something she found relaxing and it helped to calm down her ADHD for a bit. Mid-cleaning, she felt a pair of eyes staring into her. This has probably been the fifth time she has felt it in this week alone. She quickly looked up, not finding anyone on reach staring at her, it was infuriating not knowing who those stares belonged to but she brushed it off, it was stupid to get mad at something childish like that.

“Attention, attention, campers.” The voice of Mr. D, the camp director, said as he walked close by to the campers. Lots of them stop what they were doing to look at the news he was about to say. “Today we will be playing Capture The Flag, in about two hours or so, you all know what to do, gear up and blah blah..” That earned the cheers of lots of campers, and Mr. D with a quick a wave of his hand he dismissed them as he kept walking towards the Big House, to play some pinocle perhaps, as he complained how teenagers were always so loud.

Y/n then kept filing her sword as a blonde haired and all girl walked towards her, Clarisse La Rue, her half-sister. “Did you hear that? We’ll finally get to have another reason to beat up some kids and get back our flag from the Blue team!” The girl exclaimed with a sinister smile on her lips.

Y/n simply chuckled at her words and nodded. “Indeed, sis. It’s been too long since the last time we played, that flag needs to be back on Ares’s Team.” she said as she blew on her sword, grinning at her sister as she nodded.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat before the game, my stomach is killing me.” Clarisse said as Y/n tagged alone.

Y/n and Clarisse were both daughters of Ares, god of war. They belonged to Cabin 5, where lots of her other half-brothers lived year-round just like both of them. Ares kids shared lots of physical attributes, like their muscular bodies and tall height, meaning all of them looked big and scary, a good pro when it came to war or simple games like the one they were about to play. But when it came to personality, both girls couldn’t be more different.

Clarisse was the designated Camp Half-Blood bully, she was the one that messed with the new campers, just like she did with Percy Jackson. She would find the tiniest of reasons to start a riot and just set the world on fire if she could, just like their father.

Y/n on the other hand, was a bit more calm. Or well, as calm as a daughter of Ares could get. She enjoyed battles, she enjoyed kicking butt from here and there but sometimes she would just get tired of the same old. She wouldn’t pick fights as much as Clarisse did, well, not now anyways. But whenever her sister needed a fighting partner she would be there without a doubt, not giving a damn who started the fight, simply being there to put up a good show.

Some feet away, behind a tree was Travis Stoll, whose favorite hobby has radically changed from picking-up locks or throwing the best pranks in camp with his brother, to spying on Y/n behind trees…or behind anything really. He saw as the girl of his dreams walked away with his most-hated-camper, who was no one else but her sister, Clarisse.

“I really can’t believe you’re still secretly pinning over her, Travis! It’s been what? Four, five years? Don’t you think it’s time to act like a big boy and tell her for once and for all?” His younger brother’s voice made him jump from his hiding spot as he turned around to face him.

“Connor! Do you have to be that loud all the time?” He cried out, grabbing his brothers shoulder as they walked out of the forests and towards their cabin. “And you know I cannot do that, she’s literally my archenemy’s sister! And best friend! Also, not to forget about her dozen of brothers with anger-issues!” Travis complained, sighing as he kicked a little rock that was in his way. “I don’t know why life has to be so hard!”

“Travis, shut up. Jeez, you’re always complaining, it’s been five years! Five of which I had to hear you whining about Clarisse and how she would maim you if you were ever to confess your feelings for Y/n…can’t we get over that? I mean, the day will come when she’ll maim you regardless of your confession or not..” His brother shrugged, placing a comforting arm around him. “Also, I have a bet going on with Pollux.. and for me to earn the money means that you’ll have to confess your feelings for her today…” Connor confessed with a grin on his lips, highlighting his elvish features who looked so much like his brother’s.

Travis stopped mid-way as he stared at his brother, a deadly stare to be exact.

“YOU DID WHAT?” He sort-of yelled at him, making his younger brother grimace a bit. “How much did you bet, though?” He slowly asked, bit interested after all, money was money.

“Around twenty drachmas and some hundred bucks..” Connor shrugged as he scratched the back of his neck. “Is that an ‘okay brother, I’ll make you win the bet’?” He curiously asked with a sheepish smile.

“Ugh, you’re so gonna share that with me. And you’re gonna do my laundry for a month! After all, I don’t know.. I might end up missing a limb..”

“You always love to exaggerate, Travis. Chill, things might turn good.” He shrugged at his older brother as he raised both of his eyebrows in a funny manner.

Two hours later, after getting something to eat and putting on their armors, the Ares cabin walked towards the centre of the camp, there the rest of their allies, Cabins Four, Nine, Ten and Twelve were already in position and armed with their respective weapons of choice.

The blue team stood on their left side, she could’ve sworn she felt the usual stare again and she just knew it came from the blue team. At least she was a bit closer to knowing who her stalker is.

“Attention Campers, let’s get this over with.” Mr. D’s voice resounded through the crowd, besides him stood Chiron, who acted as the referee and was there in case anyone needed medical help. “For tonight’s game of Capture The flag, the blue team is lead by Annabeth and Percy, who have allied with Cabins Seven and Eleven.” He rolled his eyes as he then proceeded. “And Team Red is led by Clarisse and Y/n, who are joined by the remaining cabins.” He was too lazy to mention all of the cabins but it was no surprise coming from him. “You all know the rules by now, the creek is the boundary line, and the entire forest is fair game. Magic items are permitted, killing and maiming—much to my regret—are not.” He sighed as he tiredly placed his hands on his waist.

“I’ll be close by in case anyone is in need of my assistance.” Chiron commented as he looked at the campers in front of him.

“I believe Travis will be needing your assistance later on, Chiron!” Connor joked, making some of their teammates chuckle as Travis could only blush at the statement, he looked towards Y/n, hoping she wasn’t staring at him now, but much to his luck, she was chuckling along with Clarisse who had a deadly stare at him, making him shriver.

“Yeah, yeah. Well kids, off you go now! Shoo!” Mr. D said as he waved his hands, both of the teams were now running towards the forest and the hills.

The Ares cabin took the lead of the rest of the cabins as they ran towards their different positions, some of them were on border patrol duty as other were hiding behind bushes or trees, waiting for the other campers to come by so they could jump on them.

“Y/n, guard our flag! I’ll try to steal theirs!” Clarisse grinned as she ran off towards the lake, Y/n could only chuckle as she grabbed tightly on her sword and ran towards their red flag, ready to fight anyone who came in sight.

As she ran towards the forest, she could see her brothers fighting with the other campers, or well, the enemies. Her battle reflexes came in handy when someone was about to jump on her but she swiftly avoided her, bringing her sword up as she fought a blonde-haired girl from the Athena cabin, quickly disarming her before sending her flying backwards towards a tree with a hard kick on the chest. She’ll definitely be needing some ambrosia after this, she thought.

She chuckled as she kept running, she had missed the feeling of the air hitting in her face as she ran, the way her instincts would work whenever someone was attacking her, the balanced weight of her favorite sword in her hand.

One of the guys from the Apollo cabin came after her, making her chuckle when she easily avoided one of their arrows as it landed on a tree. “That wasn’t very smart, was it?” She asked with a smirk as she then ran towards him and before he could take another arrow, she kicked the bow out of his hands. “Bad choice.” She said before bringing the sword up, the kid was quick to avoid a hit before he tripped backwards on a branch, she was about to keep fighting as one of her brothers came to her.

“I’ve got this punk! Go protect the flag!” Her brother said before she nodded and smirked at the kid.

“Well, you’re just in luck!” She winked at him before running through the forest once again, making sure to avoid any distractions on the way.

Her feet were fast as she ran, ducking whenever she saw an arrow being shot at her and jumping whenever she would meet with a camper passed out on the floor, not many minutes later and the flag was already in her sight, she came closer to it, checking her surroundings for any enemy in sight.

Not many seconds had passed when she heard some steps coming on her way, she quickly jumped on top of a tree branch hiding, she saw as a guy came close to the flag but did not grab it, instead he looked around as if searching for someone.

She then took the advantage and jumped on top of him, making him land with his back on the floor as she had him trapped between her legs. “Huh, a son of Hermes. I thought it would be one of Athena’s kid the one who would come for the flag.” She said as she brought her sword up to his face, he looked just like every other Hermes’s kid, elvish features, curly hair, tall and kind of cute.

“No! Wait! I’m not here for the flag..” He confessed, having her so close to his body made him shriver, luckily his face was already red from the game if not he would be blushing madly.

“You are aware that we are playing Capture The Flag, don’t you?” She chuckled as she stared at him, her eyes looking directly into his blue ones as he felt the shiest he has ever felt in his life.

“Y-yes, yes! What I meant it’s that, I’ve been meaning to confess you something..” He said as she stood up, holding a hand out for him as he slowly grabbed it, she pulled and helped him stand up.

“Okay, now you’re kind of creeping me out, Travis.. What is it?”

“How.. how do you know who I am?” He asked, kind of surprised she didn’t mistake him for his brother, which happened quite a lot.

“We were friends, remember? When I first got here, you were one of that befriended me. I stayed in your cabin for some weeks before Ares claimed me. We used to play pranks on the Aphrodite kids so much that you thought I was one of Hermes kid’s as well.” She said chuckling as he nodded, he remember those times. That was the time when he started to develop his current huge crush on her.

“I.. I didn’t know you remembered that.” He gave her a bright smile as he scratched the back of his neck in a shy manner, something she thought she had never seen before on any kid of Hermes.

“Of course, I do! Now, what were you going to tell me?”

“Oh! That! Well, you see—” sadly he was too slow and too immersed on their chat that he did not see Clarisse flying at him, knocking him off his feet as they rolled down on the floor.

“It was you!” Clarisse yelled as she threw some punches at him, he luckily evaded some but not all of them, so he groaned when she had delivered a square punch to his right eye.

Now that’s gonna leave a nasty bruise, he thought.

“Clarisse! What are you doing? He was gonna say something to me!” Y/n said as she ran towards them, trying to pull her sister off of him.

“It’s him, y/n! He’s the one who’s been lurking behind trees and staring at you!” Clarisse said with disgust as she stood up from top of him, delivering nasty glances at Travis.

“Oh.. so you’re my little stalker, huh?” Y/n said with a smirk on her lips as she looked at Travis, helping him stand as he slowly nodded, grabbing onto his side as he looked embarrassed.

“Okay, I’ll have to say that that wasn’t the smartest thing to do.. but yeah. It was me.” He confessed to her, giving her a little smile as she stared at him. “And besides that, what I wanted to say it’s that… I like you, like, a lot.” he said. “A crazy amount probably, and I know you may not like me back! Knowing that I’m your sister’s most hated person in this camp besides my brother.. and Percy..” he explained

“This is disgusting! Completely disgusting!” Clarisse gagged at the scene in front of her, she has always disliked the Stoll brothers even more after the little prank they pulled on her few years ago.

“I.. I’m quite shocked, actually.” she confessed, her cheeks tinting a light red but when she was about to actually reply to him, she saw how another figure behind Clarisse and Travis took the chance of the flag being unprotected and quickly snatched it.

In the background, all could hear a horn being played in signal that the game has finished.

The result? Blue team were the winners, once again.

It turns out that, Travis’s younger brother Connor, knowing that he was going to confess his feelings towards Y/n, seized the opportunity of us being entertained by his brother’s confession to grab the flag, it was all part of his plan.

Which helped to ignite even more, the hatred Clarisse had towards the Stoll brothers.

The whole game ended up quite quickly after that, with the campers of the blue team cheering for their new victory and the red team growling at them and cursing them out.

Y/n never had the chance to talk to Travis in that moment, seeing how Chiron with other campers, took the injured ones towards the infirmary to help with the wounds.

That’s when Y/n knew it was now or never. She escaped from the celebrations of the night, walking towards the infirmary to check on the wounded Stoll brother. She walked through it, looking at some of the demigods sleeping on the beds and other being taken care by Argus and some dryads. Once he saw the familiar curly hair, she walked towards it, grabbing a pack of ice a girl was carrying towards him. “I can take it from here.” she explained to the girl as she just nodded and left.

She then walked to his bed, sitting down at the edge of it and softly pressing the ice pack on his already-bruised eye. “Who knew.. that purple eye really suits you.” she softly spoke, waking up the prankster from his nap.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he asked as he quickly sat up, groaning from the pain as he realized it wasn’t a good idea after all with his bruised ribs.

“Clarisse really did a number on you, didn’t she?” the girl said as she softly helped him to lay down once again, slowly. “I’m sorry about that, she can be easily carried away by her emotions.”

“I really can’t believe you two are sisters, you two are nothing alike.” he said, wincing as he laid down. “You’re gentle and understanding, meanwhile Clarisse would throw a punch at literally anyone who crosses her path.”

“Well, that’s because I have never really fought with you, you know? When we are in battle, that’s when we are scary alike.” she chuckled, holding the ice pack on his eye as they talked. “So.. I never really replied to what you said to me back there.”

“You don’t really have to. I know it must’ve been silly, I just couldn’t really hold it in anymore, you know? You’re so beautiful and so strong! And you love pulling pranks on people, which is so hot! And whenever you’re fighting you’ve got this beautiful frown that—”

“Could you shut up for a second?” she said quickly before a smirk appeared on her lips. “I know I’m hot and all of that, but I just really wanted to say that… I think you’re really cute.” her smirk turned into a smile at him as she looked at him, he could’ve sworn his insides were on fire, which could’ve been due to the punches he’d got but he knew it was because of her smile. “And I would like to see where this could go..”

“Wait! You’re serious, right? This is not a prank, right? Cause that wouldn’t be so hot..” He explained making her giggle. “It’s not a prank, you dummy!” she interrupted him. “I like you, like, a lot.” she smiled, saying the exact words he had said to her back in the forest.

“Oh! Wow! I— I really, don’t know what to say! Jeez, I think I’m blushing again!” Travis confessed with his cheeks flaming red as he looked at her.

“Shh, don’t talk.. Less words and more…actions.” she smirked before laying the ice pack on the bed and slowly leaning her face against his, until their lips were touched; she was careful to grab his cheek, not wanting to hurt his purple eye as he returned the soft kiss she laid on his lips.

It was all he ever dreamed, kissing her felt like drinking ambrosia, her lips tasted so sweet. His stomach felt like the excitement he would get before pulling any prank, multiplied by a hundred. He just knew that this was it. This was all he ever wished for. This was the girl of his dreams.

That was it, until a wave or realization fell over him as she softly pulled away from him. “Oh, gods! now Clarisse is so going to murder me!”

That only made her laugh even more. “Leave her to me, she’s really not that scary, I promise.” she assured him. “Now, what did I say about talking?” she asked.

“Oh! Yes, yes. Less words, more actions, got it!” he smiled mischievously as he then pressed his lips against hers once again.

“Oh, I forgot to ask. What’s the bet Connor has goin on with Pollux about?” she asked, looking at his eyes for a bit before raising his brow.

“Oh, now you shut up. I’ll explain later, I’m badly injured and I demand more kisses.” he said with the cutest little pout she has ever seen, she rolled her eyes. “It’s just some bruised ribs.. and a bruised eye.” she joked before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him again.

#percy jackson #percy jackson imagine #travis stoll #travis stoll imagine #travis stoll x reader #percy jackson x reader #imagine #fanfic #pjo imagine #pjo #connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #clarisse la rue #demigods #cabin five #camp half-blood #olympians #reader #au

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kayr0ss · 4 years

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Perfect, or Not

[LWA, Diakko, cooking, trying new things, Diana needs a break from all the expectations, cute fluff!, domestic cute girlfriends, STAY AT HOME]

Diana and Akko navigate perceptions, vulnerability and... a cooking activity?

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Diana once told her that what made her different from everyone else at Luna Nova was that Akko never thought she was perfect.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Akko had asked, caught off guard by the admission.

“A good thing.”

She didn’t fully understand it back then—she was much, much younger—but as the years flew by and led to their eventual romantic involvement, Akko began to get it. When it came to Diana, it seemed as though the whole world had one form of expectation from her or another: model student, soon-to-be heir of magic aristocracy, and later on a well-respected front-runner in the educational career she had chosen.

This was mostly due to the fact that Diana Cavendish rarely made mistakes. Seriously. Ever. Her reputation was held in such regard that even as a student, the instructors at Luna Nova made exceptions based on her opinions (which may have infuriated a younger Akko who had no idea they would end up dating). But even back then, she could see it bearing down on Diana’s shoulders like rocks piling up; and how hard it was becoming for the young Cavendish to keep it balanced lest it all come falling down.

Within their first year of dating, the brunette came to a realization: Diana never failed because she never did anything she might not be good at. She figured it out during a fishing trip of all times! Diana had tucked herself behind a book and under the shade of her wide-brimmed (and very stylish) hat while Akko wrestled with what felt the Master of the Swamp of that darned lake.

“We went all the way out here to fish! Won’t you even try?”

“You seem to have it covered. Fishing isn’t exactly within my area of expertise.”

“And so?”

Diana looked up at her and blinked in confusion, as though the concept of doing anything just for the heck of it was completely foreign to her. “I… well.”

They had to cast the rod seven times before Diana even got so much as a nibble, but fishes be damned—Akko didn’t give up on her that afternoon.

Biking was another activity which Diana had obstinately refused to even consider doing, she fondly recalled. Now this sucked for Akko—it really did—because biking around a park dusted with autumn leaves was kind of on her ‘couple bucket list’, except the other half of said couple didn’t even want to get on the bike.

“We have brooms. This is completely unnecessary.”

“It doesn’t have to be necessary,” Akko took her hand and practically dragged her towards the bicycle. “Don’t you remember what it was like for me to learn flying? Come on, try it for me!”

She’d never forget the how visibly difficult it was for Diana to say this, and that it hurt her to see how the blonde seemed to be expecting some form of judgment. “I… don’t know how.”

Akko laced their fingers together and made sure Diana was looking into her eyes when she said,

“That’s okay.”

Diana seemed surprised.

“I’ll teach you?”

This year, Akko’s birthday fell on a lovely, overcast Saturday. There were no dinners or parties to be held on account of a recent outbreak, which left her in the company of Diana with whom she now shared an apartment. It was more than enough.

What she wasn’t expecting, however, was for her girlfriend tap on her shoulder, looking a little excited and reluctant at the same time, asking: “Could you help me bake a cake?”

Akko’s eyebrows shot up, and she blinked away from her video game. “Oh. Without… magic?”

Diana nodded, and Akko lowered her line of sight towards the paper bag the blonde witch was carrying in her arm. Ingredients?

Akko dropped her game—her island and its denizens could wait.

“Please tell me you wore a mask when you went out to buy those!”

“Of course.”

Their first obstacle for the afternoon’s baking session was cracking the eggs.

“By Jennifer, I’ll always be amazed at how eggshells are both so fragile yet strong.” Diana accidentally crushed another egg, and braced herself for a witty remark form Akko, but none came.

“That’s okay,” Akko beamed, handing her another egg. “One more time!”

Encouraged, Diana picked up another egg and decided to just smack the damned thing along the rim of the mixing bowl. Oh. To her pleasant surprise, it cracked open obediently. “Right along the prime meridian.”

“P—Prime meridian!” Akko chortled, “mou, Diana, you’ve made the egg into a little Earth!”

Diana wanted to roll her eyes in annoyance but found herself smiling instead—Akko could get away with murder weilding a laugh as warm as that.

“Come on,” Akko stole a chance with a kiss to her cheek, “we’ll make a chef outta you yet. Time to get to mixing!”

The brunette had a good spot of fun during the first five minutes watching the taller witch mix. But Diana started grumbling about how her arm was sore, and so it was Akko’s turn to, to quote her girlfriend, “toil.”

“Someone’s comfortable,” Akko teased, leaning back when Diana decided rest her chin on the opposite shoulder of her mixing arm.

“I’m simply resting,” the blonde replied with a rare dash of jesting. She brought up her arms to circle Akko’s waist, squeezing a little bit while she planting a small kiss on the brunette’s shoulder. “Thank you for agreeing to teach me.”

“And what a teacher you’ve picked!” Akko giggled. “The last time I baked a cake, well… you were the one who brought Lotte to the clinic for a stomachache.”

Diana chuckled, and Akko couldn’t help but love the way she could feel the sound of it through her back pressed against Diana’s chest. “You know, I…”

“Mhm?”

“I always liked you teaching me new things.”

“After making beg all those times? You liked it after all?” Akko stuck her tongue out “Betrayal!”

“Oh, come on.” Diana nudged the side of Akko’s head. “It’s just… I always remember how I lost my magic when I was younger.”

Akko kept quiet, bring her pace of mixing to a slow, smooth motion.

“The kind of expectations my family had, and how hard it was to learn everything. Everyday. On my own. I remember how I couldn’t even cast simple spells, and how I told myself I’d never feel that… inept anymore. Not at school. Not at work.”

“But now, Diana, I’d say you’re pretty amazing.”

"That’s... Thank you.”

“But you don’t have to be,” Akko reassured.

“I… just never thought that. Not until recently. It felt right to be perfect—fit everyone’s preconceptions.”

“I don’t think you need to be perfect.”

Akko felt Diana’s arms wrap themselves around her a little tighter, felt her firsts clench with the way the cloth of her shirt balled up in them a little. The blonde witch relaxed, and then nuzzled against Akko’s shoulder.

“And I love you for that. Among many other things.”

Akko turned her head to kiss Diana’s temple. “Oh! Other things like what?”

“Must you always ruin these cheesy moments,” Diana rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.

Akko laughed, dropping the mixing spoon to turn around in Diana’s embrace and drape her arms around her neck. “Indeed, I must! But for the record, I’m sure Hannah and Barbara don’t think so too, you know?”

Diana wiped a spatter of chocolate mix off Akko’s cheek with her thumb and licking it off on instinct.

“I love you.” Akko smiled, “even if you can’t bake to save your life.” She slowly brought a hand to cup Diana’s cheek and she tilted her head, inching forward for a soft, warm kiss that tasted like chocolate.

She really couldn’t bake. But somehow, Diana thought that was just fine.

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An hour later, they found themselves trapped in an apartment that smelled like rich—yet slightly burnt—chocolate cake.

Diana looked a little lost and adorably sheepish, holding up a tray with a cake shaped like a… a rhombus? The frosting was uneven, although the birthday message was written in perfect handwriting (which was no small feat for a beginner!). Her sleeves were rolled haphazardly, and the apron looked hopelessly awkward on her, but by Jennifer—

(“Happy birthday,” she lifted the tray up as if to say ‘ta-da!’

Akko smiled so wide her cheeks hurt.)

—she looked absolutely perfect.

fin

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A/N: Howdy folks! Firstly I genuinely hope everyone is safe and doing well. Stay at home--and stay properly informed! Secondly, aaaa I’ve missed writing and I’ve missed the fandom so have a cute fic! I have another idea which I’m excited to write!

This was the product of me getting so TIRED OF WRITING A RESEARCH PAPER all night and READING FOR THREE HOURS just to WRITE ONE SENTECE so I’m sorry if the grammar is kind of whack or for typOs you see sir it is 7;30am sir..,.,., i haven’t slept helpe meEe I am but an ant in a colony L I F T

#GRADSCHOOL IS SADSCHOOL #Diakko #Dianakko #Diana Cavendish #Atsuko Kagari #Akko Kagari #LWA #Luna Nova #Little Wtich Academia #Fanfic #Fluff #Wlw #slash #femmeslash #cute #Domestic #baking

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a-room-of-my-own · 4 years

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Hello, I was wondering if I could discuss something with you? I'm training to be a teacher and last week we discussed whether boys and girls learn (foreign languages specifically) differently and if so, how we could best adapt our teaching. The topic came up since girls, broadly, achieve better results in FLs than boys. A number of reasons have been identified (I'll come back to this) but the consensus seems to be that teachers need to do a better job of teaching boys. Now, I think the reason/1

boys do less well is that languages aren't as valued a subject as STEM and so boys can't see the point (less prestigious), boys need to be coddled and don't like being told they're wrong (so less likely to show up a funny accent or a grammar mistake and therefore less likely to participate in class), among other things. FL teachers are more likely to be women too, so I wonder if that plays a role, even if subconsciously. This prompted a conversation about "how to get boys involved in FL" /2

Apparently, we need to make lessons more dynamic, more interesting, cater more to "boys' interests", get them moving in class, not just copying out words, etc. Which fine! Those are good ideas! HOWEVER it implies that girls will learn in any old boring lesson, even when the topic doesn't interest them but boys, oh no! boys will NOT learn anything in a boring classroom. I'm sorry, what Maths lesson were you ever in that was 'dynamic'? I don't see research /3

papers being churned out on that topic. I tried to mention a few of these things in class- such as how examples in textbooks use male pronouns and names approx. 70% (?) of the time (despite there being fewer boys taking languages!!! it's not compulsory at GCSE in the UK so it's up to the pupil), etc. and I had some of my colleagues disagree. According to them gender has nothing to do with it and saying so is stereotyping, to the disadvantage of boys. Not all boys are rowdy, and some even like /4

languages! Fancy that! By the end of the session I sounded like the hysterical woman who wanted to frame boys' underachievement as their fault instead of improving my teaching to be more inclusive of boys, I'm sure you can picture the scene. Do you have any thoughts? Am I insane for thinking that a big part of the reason boys don't perform as well is because... they don't want to? Another colleague brought up girls and boys having "different brains" but I didn't have the courage to get into /5

conversation (although I need to learn to dismantle this!) OBVIOUSLY I want boys in my lessons to do well, but equally, they're still statistically more likely to be hired as a translator than any girl I ever teach so who is really disadvantaged here? This turned out to be quite long, I'm sorry. I was hoping you'd be able to offer a radfem perspective on this. Equally, if I'm barking up the wrong tree please point it out! 6/6

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You came to the right place as I am very (very!) old-fashioned as far as school is concerned.

Once upon a time, my grandmother was an elementary school teacher in rural Alsace, Eastern France. She was 18, since teachers in those days started working at that age, and she had 60 pupils. In the same class. It was during the 1930's, and these children's maternal language was either the local dialect or Polish, as many polish workers had immigrated there. So my 18 year old grandmother had to teach French to children who didn't speak it, children of different ages and origins, plus writing, reading, calculus, history etc... Amazingly enough she managed to do that, just like every other teacher.

Nowadays, in our school system, many children arrive in middle school without being able to read or write. Many graduate without even being able to write a text without grammar and spelling mistakes. And what do people say? We need smaller classes! Innovative methods! Computers! Interaction!

Nope. You need simple methods and authority. That's about it.

You know why girls thrive at school? Because school is for many girls an environment that is less authoritarian than their home, where they can thrive and be praised for their efforts. And the more conservative the family, the truer it is. Girls are expected to be good, they're not raised to be rebellious, but to listen to figures of authority. At home they're not complimented when they behave well, it's considered normal. Whereas at school they have an opportunity to shine, to be noticed for their good work and their behavior. Since they instinctively respect your authority as a teacher, they don't need to be scolded or punished in order to do a good job. So they perform better, because new teaching methods (less authoritative, more interactive) are adapted to them.

Boys don't perform well nowadays because while they are still raised like little princes, the institutions that used to keep them in check are gone. And if they're raised in conservative environment it's worse. Teachers are women and they don't respect women as authority figures. Their vision of authority is 'someone bigger than me who can use violence against me' therefore your status as a teacher means nothing to them, and the punishments you could use are seen as ridiculous. You may even have several cases of parents who think their sons are extraordinary, and that if they have bad grades it's only because you're mean.

So what can you do? I'm not a teacher, I only gave private tutoring classes when I was a student (I would burn out in 6 months, you people are heros) but honestly in my opinion it's not a problem of method, but of behavior and education. I don't know what you're allowed to do to assert your authority and put them back to work, but if your method works with girls, it means it's a good one!

#Education #Teachers you're welcome to chime in

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sakuwriteshere · 4 years

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The Apple Pie in My Life - Final Chapter: The last paradox

Summary: What happened between two best friends when someone messes with their lives? Can the past changes the future or can the future changes the past?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female!Reader, OC Abbigail, OC James, OC Alex, OC Jessica (mentioned)

Words count: 2510 words

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, a big headache because too much information.

A/N: So this is the last chapter! It’s finally here. I had so much fun writing this, especially the twins and I’m sad to let them go. I don’t want this series to be over yet, so I thought about a few time stamps to keep the fun going. What do you think? If you’re interested, send me an ask ^^

A huge thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Everything you’ve done, between commenting, reblogging, the likes, everything really motivated me! So thank you, for real.

As per usual, this is unbetated and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or error spelling. Comments are loved!

Final Chapter : The last paradox

The calm didn’t last for very long, Abbigail was still crying heartbreakingly when a strong wind blew on everyone's faces as a blinding light appeared not far from you. As a reflex, your hold straightened around Abby’s trembling body while Sam and Dean stood protectively in front of you, despite the tiredness, they were ready to fight the new threat that was coming for all of you.

A giant hole formed inside the blinding light and you didn’t have to wait very long before a silhouette came out of it. The Winchesters' tall forms prevent you from seeing who or what it was, but whatever it was, you knew it wasn’t something good. You recognized perfectly well the sound of a gun being cocked and it wasn’t coming from the boys. Instinctively your arms wrapped tighter around Abbigail. You’ve lost a son already, you weren’t going to lose your daughter as well.

“Jesus woman! When I say ‘on three’, it means you go after three!” A deep voice said as another form came through the weird hole.

“What the…” Dean breathed, his body going rigid.

“Where’s my daughter?” The voice, strangely familiar, asked.

You blinked several times and once you’ve checked on Abby, you stood up and pushed her behind you, using your body as a shield to protect her. You gently pushed the boys on the side, giving you room to stand between them. You were totally speechless to say the least. The newcomers who stood in front of you were the perfect replicas of you and Dean, only older.

“I was expecting a lot of things, but not this.” Older Dean mumbled, his own gun pointed at you.

The older version of you didn’t move or replied back, her stare still fixed on the three of you.

“Dean…” Sam started to speak but Abbigail’s voice cut him short.

The girl walked by your side, finally coming into view.

“Mom? Dad?” She called as she took a step towards them. The faces of your older versions relaxed for a second as they realized she was still alive. However Dean wrapped his hand around her wrist, preventing her to walk further, an unpleasant gesture for your replicas.

“Let her go!” The older you warned, her index finger brushing the trigger.

“I look like a Mama Bear.” You whispered to Dean, still stunned by what you were seeing.

Dean nodded, agreeing with you as he stared at his own doppelganger. ”Does it make me a Papa Beard?” he asked and you finally took a good look at the older version of Dean, noticing for the first time the beard he referred to. You had to admit that he looked good, giving you pleasant vibes.

Abbigail’s hand covered Dean’s one on her wrist, a reassuring smile on her face, telling him that it was safe. Reluctantly Dean let her go and she ran towards them, the older Dean not wasting a second to wrap her in a bear hug.

“We thought we’d lost you.” He sighed, relieved once he had his daughter back into his arms and not caring about you anymore. He didn’t need to, he had the older version of you to cover his back. Keeping Abbigail at arms’ length, he looked at her from head to toe, a fond smile curling his lips. “It’s so good to see you, Sunshine.”

“Mom, relax. They’re you. There’s nothing to be scared of.” Abbigail told her mother, still tucked in Dean’s embrace. After a few long seconds and a confirming nod from you, your older version finally relaxed and put the safety of her gun back.

The way she had switched personalities so fast was really disturbing. She went from scary threatening mom to worried mom in a blink and pulled Abbigail from his father’s embrace, hugging her strongly.

“My baby! I was so scared! What were you thinking, disappearing like this?” The caring mood then turned into a scolding one as she broke the embrace, her hand still wrapped around Abby’s shoulders, looking at her from head to toe.

“You’re so going to be grounded. Until you’re thirty at least.” She threatened and the way she said it meant she wasn’t even joking.

“Mom!” Abbigail whimpered.

“I’m not complaining.” The older Dean said as he tucked his gun behind him seeing there was no threat. The idea of having his little girl protected and away from any guys for a long, long time, a pleasant thought to his daddy's heart.

“Dad!”

Sam, Dean and you were speechless in front of such a strange scene. It was a thing to see your older versions but it was another thing to see them acting like real parents. The little fact that they were completely ignoring you was offending, but you knew that for parents, nothing mattered most than keeping your child safe. Taking a glance towards Sam, you saw the amused smile stretching his lips but when you glanced at Dean, he looked as overwhelmed as you felt.

Unfortunately, the happy bubble had to burst at some point, Abbigail needing to tell her parents the heartbreaking news.

“Mom, Dad...James-he…” Abbigail choked on her words, having a hard time voicing the terrible news.

“Oh I knew it!” Your older version snapped, shaking her head in a disapproving manner. “He told us he didn’t know anything but I knew he was lying. You two are always covering each other back.”

She then turned towards the older Dean, giving him a knowing look. “‘Having twins will be fun’ you said! Ha!”

The older Dean held up his hands, refusing to be the only one at fault. “Hey, the twin’s genes come from your side, not mine. It takes two to make twins.”

“Wait a minute.” You said, your heart missing a beat when you heard them talking about James.

“James is- Is he alright?” You asked, fearing the worst. Absentmindedly, you grabbed Dean’s hand.

Your older version nodded, a soft smile on her lips. She didn’t know what happened here, but it wasn’t difficult to see that you were worried about James. “He is for now but he won’t be once we get back and I give him an earful about it!”

Abbigail turned around, looking at you and Dean, relief written all over her face as you and Dean finally let go of the breath you were holding.

“Sorry to break this little bubble, but what’s going on here?” The older Dean finally asked.

“Purson.” Dean replied back, as if the name was enough of an explanation. However, the confused face they gave you told you they didn’t know what you were talking about.

“Who?”

Sam took on himself to explain everything from the start. Throughout the story, it appeared that the paradox Sam mentioned was more complicated than what he initially thought. According to your older versions, James was still at home, safe and sound and it looked like he had never left his timeline. The old you never heard of Purson and so never had been attacked by the demon and Sam and Dean never went after him.

“Maybe once James, er, disappeared here, the paradoxe brought him back, safe and sound. He wasn’t born yet so technically he couldn’t die in our timeline and since we’ve killed both Purson and his future vessel, nothing will happen in the future? If there’s no Purson now, there won’t be one in the future.” Sam tried to explain as best as he could, but it was kind of complicated, even for him.

“But why are we having this conversation then? If everything was back to normal, we wouldn’t be here, right?” You asked, this situation was very confusing.

“That’s because Abbigail’s still here. James and her used Purson’s portal and ended here. With Purson dead and James back in his timeline, Abbygail is the last piece creating the paradox. I think once she will be back in her timeline everything will fall back into place.” Sam replied.

“Does that mean that everything we’ve been through will never happen?” Dean asked, not liking the idea of forgetting about the twins.

“The fact that I don’t remember this encounter must be our biggest clue.” His older version replied back. The little group fell silent after that, pondering over all of this and what it meant.

“Well, I think it’s time for us to go back.” Dean, the older one, clapped into his hands. “Jessica is worried to death about you, kiddo.”

“Jessica?” Sam couldn’t help himself and perked at the mentioned name. Abbigail gave him a soft smile. “My cousin.”

Sam’s mouth hung open while Dean nudged him, happy to know that his brother will have kids as well in the future.

Abbigail and her parents walked towards the portal, hands in hands and stopped in front of it. Before they stepped into it, Abby turned around and ran towards you and Dean, throwing herself into your arms for one last hug.

“Thank you. For everything.” She said, fighting back the tears.

“We should be the ones thanking you, Abby.” You whispered against her temple, hugging her strongly. She broke the embrace and hugged Dean.

“Don’t forget your eighth anniversary, she’ll put you through hell for it.” Abbigail warned Dean with a playful smile, knowing perfectly that Dean will never remember it.

“Thanks for the tip. See you soon, kiddo.” Dean thanked her, his hand still holding her, he had a hard time to let her go.

She grinned at him as they parted. “See you in two years.”

Abbigail joined her parents in front of the portal, they gave you one last look before Abby and her mom stepped into it, Dean letting them go first. You waved at them, a strange feeling sinking down your stomach. The older version waved back before disappearing into the light as well.

***

You knew it was a bad idea but did they listen to you? Of course not! Dean had to be bitchy and Sam wasn’t helping, the boys repeating non-stop how tired they were and decided they deserved some sleep. So here you were, in the middle of nowhere, sleeping in the Impala. Sam took the front seat, while you and Dean slept in the back. As you felt Dean moving under you, you blinked your eyes open, the sudden pain in your lower back waking you up. You groaned and Dean did the same before kissing the top of your head then pushed you slightly on the side.

“Hey! How did you sleep?” Sam, who was brushing his teeth in front of the car, asked his brother, a knowing smile on his face.

“What do you think?” Dean grunted as he climbed out from the car. The brothers bickered about having breakfast until Sam mentioned a forgotten sandwich in the back of the car. You brushed Dean’s wandering hand away and sat up in the car, rubbing your tired eyes with your thumb and index finger.

“Dean!” You yelled as he threw the old, disgusting sandwich in your lap. “Sometimes I’m wondering why I love him.” You murmured to yourself.

“That’s because you have good taste.” Dean answered you as he searched inside the gloves compartment for the ringing phone. You rolled your eyes, amused when he hit his head against the roof of the car as he stood up. Strangely, the image of Dean wearing a beard came into your mind. You didn’t know where this weird idea came from, but you kept in mind to talk about it later. A beard would look good on him.

“Well, sorry to break this to you, pal, but John died more than two years ago.” Dean said to whoever was on the phone.

You glanced at Sam sadly, still feeling bad about John’s death. You knew you’ve done everything to help Sam and Dean to find him but it didn’t make you feel better about it. An uneasy feeling fell down your stomach when you noticed how silent Dean became. You stepped out from the car and wrapped an arm around his waist as you waited for him to tell you what was going on. Whatever the news was, it wasn’t good, you’ve seen this kind of face on Dean too many times over the years to recognize it. Within a few minutes, the three of you were driving towards Windom, Minnesota, for another strange hunt.

***

1997

He shouldn’t feel so stressed. It was just a stupid party, Dean didn’t even cared about it, he just did it for you because he didn’t like seeing you so sad. As your best friend it was his duty to bring back a smile on your face, so he didn’t really think about it when he promised you to go with you at that stupid Prom night. Keep it cool Dean, it’s just a regular party between two best friends, nothing more. That was what he kept telling to himself since the day before. He didn’t tell you he was coming earlier, wanting to surprise you, and what a surprise it was! The big smile on your face will always be imprinted into his brain. He knew this night was important for you but never would he have thought it was that important. He just had to make it the best night of your life. No big deal.

Then, he felt his knees buckle under his weight when you opened the door of your motel room. The red dress suited you so perfectly, Dean had never seen such a beautiful dress, the sequin beads reflecting the light over your head, giving him some rom-com vibes. And that damn smile again, it was making him weak for sure.

“Shall we go?” He bowed slightly, making you laugh and you nodded, resting your hand in his awaiting one.

Despite the warnings he gave you during the drive, Dean gave in in the end and danced with you the whole night, the music soft as the two of you swayed slowly. Whatever happened to the ‘Sweetheart, I don’t dance.’ you didn’t care, you were living the best night of your life. All of this thanks to your best friend: Dean Winchester.

At some point, Dean lost his smile, a disturbing feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized how his hands were sweating or his heartbeat fastening. The sensation was unfamiliar with him and he hated it one hundred percent. His throat felt dry suddenly, his breathing short as his heart beat hard and fast against his ribcage.

“Thank you Dean.” You murmured, lips brushing against his ear as your chin rested over his shoulder, you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment at its fullest.

Dean gulped and with those simple few words he calmed down. The sickness feeling turned into a tingling sensation and finally, Dean understood. He still didn’t like it because he knew he was seriously screwed.

That night, Dean Winchester realized that he was in love with his best friend. Just like it was supposed to be.

FIN

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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I’m not ticklish!!

Kanene’s note: Yeah, yeah, I have like: two braincells to made titles and they are on vacations at this exact moment, sO-

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Logan and Ler!Virgil (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic Analogical).

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site! Like, for real. It’s stunning! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I just realized I haven’t written any Analogical tickles with Lee!Logan, and???? S h a m e o n m e . So I finally decided to change it. It’s a very silly plot, but I kind of had fun writing, soooo... Someday will make a teasy tickle fanfic, I promisse xDDD.

* E a versão em português ainda está em reforma! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Play games, don’t cheat, run under some rain and don’t forget to drink water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

Thomas has a crush.

- You aren’t tickling… however I can’t help myself but smile every time I’m near to you. – Logan stared at the computer, lightly biting his lower lip, habit that showed up only when he was nervous. – Do you think this is adequate?

Virgil only dignited his being to roll his eyes, something that, even if the logic side wasn’t with his eyes captured by the severe amount of sites explaining about feelings, reading profusely every bit of information he could pursuit, the said wouldn’t be able to see since the purple lover decided to lay upside down in the bed, half of him almost falling from the furniture, being almost the fifth or sixth strange position he tried in order to best erase the pain in his back and attempt to change something due the enormous hours both spent in that same conversation.

- Uhh. This is ridiculous. Are you really trying to find a flirt to every subject that could be brought up in a normal conversation? Tickles? You are taking this too far, and that is something coming from me. Go to sleep, Logan.

- Absolutely not. Any and every point can be crucial in a competition.

Okay, let us recapitulate: Thomas has a crush and of course, the sides would take advantages of this. No long time ago, it has been proclaimed in all the Mind Palace the start of the ‘Love Games~’ what is, primarily, a series of challenges where who blushed first lost the match and a specifically amount of points (depending of the difficult of the challenge), however, it was possible to recapture or accumulate more points doing random flustering action through the day, as gifts, flirts, carts… anything that leaded the features of the victim be set in flames. Patton and Roman ganged up to explain how much this activity could be essential in order to help to build self-love and the others sides simply couldn’t find something to deny it.

(Actually, Virgil could think in a great bunch of reasons why all of this could being a very bad idea, but now, think about it and convince them to stop when this competition would mean Free Crofters to Logan, Free Praises to Roman and just Patton showing them all the love he could give was a totally different story. Without telling that he would do anything to see Janus becoming a flushed mess and part of himself was kind of curious to see if someone would succeed in making the Gremlin Boy blush.)

And, being really sincere, the one wearing hoodie was impressed with how much all the Light Sides matched with the Others in being competitive, until this day Roman already had made five serenates, Patton obtained a good amount of points only with his gifts and zero notion of personal space, Janus got almost everyone with his ‘Appear from absolutely nowhere, grabs your chin, stares intensely, grins, kisses your forehead and go away’ and Virgil kept himself well with his victories in the commons challenges. The embodiment of Flight or Fight instinct have no idea about what Remus was preparing, but as it seems Logan was trying to get in the ranking beginning and winning Flirt Wars.

- Albeit, I believe you are correct. I’m not even ticklish for this saying.

Virgil almost fell of the other’s bed with the astonished laughter that escaped from his lips.

- I choose to ignore your mocking, thank you. – Pointed Logan, his voice in slightly traces of irritation.

- Mocking? – The one wearing hoodie gave a half spin, sitting normally in a blink of eye. – I’m just laughing about something that clearly is a lie.

- I think this is an information that doesn’t belong to you.

Virgil scoffed, rising one eyebrow as he rested his chin in his hand.

- I am not ticklish!! – Logan repeated, feeling a bit childish with the tune chosen to defend himself, or perhaps it was the turn this conversation was taking.

An evilly grin, a bit alike the Cheshire Cat, darkly gleamed in the other’s feature.

- So you would mind a little… experiment, am I right?

The logical aspect gulped, adjusting his tie and deviating their glare for a piece of moment.

- A-absolutely no.

Fingers quickly found way to his neck, scratching so lightly that barely touched his skin, going up, circling that exact spot behind his ears and appreciating the surprised squeal that floated from Logan’s mouth before focusing some special wriggles in that place. However, don’t taking too much before going down fluttering towards under his chin and in the base of his neck the best he could with the other shrugging and ducking his head in a hope to stop his big wobbly smile to be seen. Movement which also prevented the ‘not ticklish’ one to notice one of Virgil’s hands to travel to his back, being quick in landing spidery tickles in his lower back, sometimes slipping to give his ribs some pokes and prodding, something that finally bring up the babbled giggles to the daylight.

- -Nahahahahahahahaha!! Viihihihihihihihirgihihihihil!! – And he squirmed, the sensation being as unbearable to ignore as too much good to escape. It was almost… relaxing. In a very electric way.

- Tsc. – The anxious aspect let go a chuckle, still not believing in how the scene unfold before his eyes, albeit absolutely hypnotized with how the high squeaks and snorts intertwined the low giggles from the usually so contained side. Virgil’s thumbs applied a light pressure in the other’s spine, the attacker smugly watching how this leaded to a gasp as Logan jumped and arched his back, quickly starting to knead and buzz his fingers in each one of the ‘victim’ vertebras, following all the way up, totally unbothered by the, now very much increased, squirming. – And who would say that the embodiment of rationality just need some few tickles to become a helpless, giggly puddle, huh?

- Shuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhACK!!! – The purple lover found a particularly sensitive space between his shoulder blades, being responded by Logan’s loud, and endearing childish, laughter as its owner struggled more to be free from the malefic, tickly fingers, obligating Virgil to wrap an arm around his waist and without mercy squeeze his hips in random, quick patterns. – NonononHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHE-

- But what is the matter, Logan? – His voice was a whisper, although not only because it sent shivers down his victim’s spine, but also because he wasn’t really certain that the one with glasses could really hear him in any other way with how much he trashed and crackled, as it seems these two spots being one of his most sensitive ones. – Didn’t you just said you aren’t ticklish? – He gave him a break, going to his ribs in spidering, soft tickles, being sure to surprise Logan now and then with sudden pokes between them. Logan used the opportunity to breathe more evenly, even with the giggly fit and flames that took over his body. – But…no! Maybe you were lying? Perhaps this… - The grin in his lips was almost perceptible in his low tune, the words slowly rolling over his tongue as he digged into his armpits and got a surprised yelp as answer, the giggles getting louder and switched to laughter as its owner shook his head, denying. – can tickle tickle tickle tickle you silly?

The ‘I’m always serious, necktie!’ clapped his arms at his sides and hided his red face and wide smile in his hands. Virgil felt the grin painted in his face only get bigger. Now he was just making this too much easy.

The one wearing hoodie took a deep breath and released a raspberry right on his poor, forgotten and defenseless neck, the vibrations hitting every single one of his ticklish nerves and leading to a serious shriek to run from Logan’s mouth.

- VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL!!! NAHAhahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahaHA!! – Logan squirmed until finally escaped and fell in the bed: butterflies flying in his belly, smile from an ear to another, remain giggles, watery, shiny eyes and… a blush that painted his entire face.

- Thank you for the new score, mister ‘I’m not ticklish’~ - Virgil teased as laid comfortably whilst the mattress, crossing his arms and using them as a pillow while closed his eyes and ignored Logan’s annoyed grumble.

… And also the way his eyes instantly gleamed when they focused in his unprotected stomach and sides, an evil smile creeping its way to his lips.

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packet-of-staples · 4 years

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Okay so I’ve been dwelling on this au idea for a while so I thought I’d might as well share it now and post art later. Basically I'm just assigning each of the Sides and Thomas a HTTYD dragon because I love both series. Feel free to tell me your opinions on my list and what dragons you would assign them yourself, and I'm also drawing Viking designs for each of the sides that I'll probably post here and on my twitter if I ever finish them. I'm using the How to train your dragon wiki for all of the information about the dragons, check it out here: https://howtotrainyourdragon.fandom.com/wiki/How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_Wiki. I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes, repeated statements or janky sentences. (This is strictly the Sides and Thomas, but if anyone really wants me to I can assign Picani and Remy dragons too in the future.)

Okay so beginning with Virgil. I decided that a Crimson Goregutter would be the best choice for him, because of their mainly gentle and peaceful nature. They generally loners but are still protective and loyal to the ones they love and are only really violent when provoked. I feel like this gentle giant would be a good match for Virgil because 1) They are peaceful and gentle, which would be good for helping with Virgil's anxiety and 2) You know he would be hanging out on those big ol' horns. Plus porple.

Next we have Logan. A Deadly Natter is a pretty obvious choice since they are intelligent and are able to be taught how to use tools. They have a high amount of stamina and are pretty vain (Come on we all know Logan is at least a little full of himself, but I still love him anyway). Deadly Natters are often skittish and anxious, which with Logan's mainly monotone demeanor is a good contrast (Think, Virgil and Goregutter but roles reversed). I feel like Logan would enjoy training his dragon to do all sorts of tricks and the two of them definitely go on expeditions together and discover new lands and dragons. Also, ya know, blue.

Patton is next!! Mr Proud Papa would have a Scuttleclaw, ya know those adorable little babies that just had endless energy? The little things, while pretty hard to handle as young, are still surprisingly easy to train. Patton's matching energy and optimism is perfect for these guys and he'll be the proudest Dragon Papa in the world to see his little dragon baby turn into something great! I think he would be up for the challenge of raising a Scuttleclaw, don't you? Though I definitely think he would go to Logan for tips on training dragons. Also they come in blue! He's probably had his dragon since it was an egg perhaps remus tried to eat it or something…. I mean I wouldn't put the rat man past it

Speaking of Remus at first I thought of giving him and Roman a Hideous Zippleback, Roman sparks and Remus gas. But I don't think Roman would really want to share a dragon with Remus so…....

Hold on a second!!! You've gotten about half way through this post! Here have this glass of milk and this cookie for your hard work: 🥛🍪

Roman having a Monstrous Nightmare is probably a pretty obvious choice too. They are one of the most similar looking to fairytale dragons and are fearless and proud, as we all know our amazing Prince is, so the two of them will always be going head first into danger. Monstrous Nightmares also have short tempers and very little patience which we know Roman also has, but! They still have soft sides to them, still very loyal and kind to their friendos. This pairing is less about the qualities that would help the other like the other three, and is more about matching qualities, they would get along very well, I would say. Also he would have a red one, obviously.

Remus. Terrible Terror. He has a flock of them. I don't think an explanation is needed.

For Janus at first I was a little on the fence about giving him a Changewing, even though I knew I wanted to. They are team players,very cooperative and are extremely maternal dragons that will protect their young by any means necessary, these traits threw me off a bit. But then I started seeing fan art of Janus acting as the parental unit to the dark sides and I was like "Mmm yes father mans." and I started to realise that the paternal instincts fitted him better than I thought. Also you know, Changewings disguise themselves to fit into their environment and are overall pretty snakey bois, which matches our snakey boi. The snake part of Janus' face would probably be replaced by a burn scar, he'll tell you that "I totally got it from an epic fight." But we all know he got it from trying to wrangle his dragon. Unfortunately changewings don't come in yellow, so Janus would have a green one.

And lastly Thomas, he would have a Night Fury (Obviously in a world where there is more than one Night fury). NOT just because he is the main character, but also parts of the personality for a Night Fury can be segregated into the parts Thomas did for each of the characters, specifically the main 4. They are aggressive to threats and tend to be aloof (Virgil), but they are creative, (example being Toothless' drawing) and are very expressive and Loyal (Roman), They are observant and intelligent (Logan) and again They are very expressive, Playful and curious (Patton). Also they act Like cats and dogs which we know Thomas likes. Also because he's the main character. Thomas would also be the Chief!!!! Of course Roman and Remus aren't his kids tho, he's probably assigned Roman to be next in line or something.

Wow this is a longg post, I thought wayyy too much into this, if you read the entire thing then hats off to you! Have either this hard candy or chocolate, or both, whichever one you prefer: 🍬 🍫. Anyway, thank you for reading and you can feel free to use this au for writing or art if you want to! Just make sure to tag me in it cause I wanna see what you make >:3. I will probably post my viking designs here at some stage or on my Twitter (@/PacketOfStaples) cause I'm a bit more active there, so look out for them if you want.

Alright Fellow Fander out.

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ghost-chance · 5 years

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TITLE: Still Waters

AUTHOR: Infernalitae FANDOM: Friday the 13th, movies. Hence why I’m posting this on Friday, December 13th. I totally planned this...at the last minute. RATING: M (no smut yet but I’m eagerly a-waitin’ for it.) PAIRING(S): Jason Voorhees/OFC FOUND ON: FFNet, AO3 (AO3 has pictures with each chapter)

DEETS: Mild spoilers. This story has everything I look for in fanfiction. To start with, the basics: Spelling/Grammar/formatting/punctuation are all on-point, or mistakes are sparse enough I haven’t noticed any yet. (It takes maybe one mistake per chapter or something for me to miss those, or I have to get so sucked in by the story I won’t even notice smoke alarms going off. It’s happened.) Syntax is creative and widely varied, there are plenty of music and culture references to chew on, and there’s enough well-chosen purple prose to make me want to hold up a lighter and sway in place like a stoner at a Grateful Dead concert. ...yes, I’ve managed to refrain so far. No promises I’ll always refrain. This writer is KILLING IT, here, and I’m loving every sentence! They reportedly went to school for writing and it freakin’ shows. I just about cried when I found out this was their only published story on either site. The OC is well-rounded, believable, and in full possession of her faculties and a functional (if eventually more flexible) moral compass. The romantic connection is NOT rushed in the slightest - it’s dragged out every step of the way - and sexual tension is not used as a substitute for romantic interest and emotional connection. S.L.O.W. burn here, folks, and it’s a Work in Progress. Face it. It’s easy to say “I’d hit that” when talking about a fictional anti-hero with biceps like trees and issues out the ass, but given the chance, most of us would reach for the mace and run away shrieking like ninnies. That is, after all, the rational response to running into an armed person covered in blood, guts, and grey matter. The OC, Whitney, behaves more rationally than the average horny fan. She overthinks things. She broods. She second-guesses herself, has mood-swings, makes mistakes, she fucks up royally, she does and says things that sounded better in her head, and sometimes she makes absolutely no sense, because that’s how people are. She endlessly debates between right and wrong, between hormones and Stockholm Syndrome, and between heart and mind. She never approves of Jason’s killing sprees (I mean, come on, people seriously think approval is a healthy reaction to finding out someone put a machete through your boyfriend’s skull?) and she’s spent a great deal of time silently assessing his mental and emotional capacity and acting accordingly. Nope, no pedo-squick here, yay! (- because pairing a mentally challenged adult with someone who literally baby-talks to them is just...I mean...ew. Just ew. The very idea makes me want to bathe in bleach.) I strongly suspect when the sparks finally start flying between these two (as opposed to simmering under the surface) we’ll see one of two scenarios: He’ll make the first move purely out of instinct and she’ll swallow her tongue from surprise, or she’ll finally lose control, think “OhshitIbrokehim,” and swallow her tongue when he reciprocates. Either way, she’s totally gonna choke on her own tongue and I’m gonna need popcorn. FYI, the most recently-posted chapter, Six Feet Under, is going to go on my headstone as cause of death should I kick the bucket in the next seven days. I don’t know how else to put it, the story is just that awesome.

WARNINGS: First off, let me make something clear. Being a small fandom, there are far more bog-awful Friday the 13th fics than there are good ones. (No, I’m not naming names of bog-awful ones, you’ll have to find them yourself.) Naturally, I went into Still Waters expecting something like that manky majority or, if I was lucky, something at least halfway decent. When a fandom is small enough, your normal standards tend to...eh...lower...just so you have reading material. Most stories I’ve found before have absurd middle-school-drama plots, paper-thin OCs, excessive glorification of senseless violence, and frankly shitty spelling and grammar. The worst have squick-twigging childlike Jason/creepy adult pairings that poke my gag reflex; some even have pedo-flavored smut that makes me run away screaming and craving the taste of soap to wash away the bile. They literally make me throw up a little in my mouth. There are some absolute HORRORS in this fandom. Again, I’m not naming names.

THIS story, while not disgusting, does need some warnings. Obviously there’s violence - sometimes graphic, sometimes less graphic - and other topics common to the movies. (meaning references to drugs, sex, drinking, asshole boyfriends, bullying, and some cursing, etc) There’s occasional disturbing imagery, mostly regarding injuries and environmental hazards. The toughest bit to chew on is what drives the first part of the story, plot-wise: Whitney coming to trust, accept, and even, perhaps, fall in love with, the hockey-masked hooligan we all know by heart. It’s gritty and bloody, and there are a lot of moments where you can almost feel your own moral compass wavering according to the plot. Angst, some horror, (I mean, you’ve gotta expect that much) some suggestive content, controversial topics, etc. Hopefully we’ll get some smut in the future, or at least some fade-to-black limes. Basically, if the idea of the story, pairing, or fandom squicks you, don’t read it; if you read and you’re squicked beyond recovery, back out and find something else to read, you were warned.

RECOMMENDATION LEVEL: 10/10. Yes. Ten. out. of. farkin’. TEN. It DOES exist! THIS is the kind of fan-writing that gets a perfect rating from my picky self. Seriously, I can’t find a single thing to complain about in this other than I’m impatiently waiting for new chapters. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve bitten my nails, I’ve argued with the characters while reading on the bus and looked like a nutcase, the works. (Yes. I’ve literally bitched at the characters while reading on the bus. I’m probably on a list now. In my defense it was an intense chapter and I was immersed to the scalp. Worth it.)

Just read it. Seriously, just read it.

#fanfic recommendation #Friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees/OC #mature fanfiction #reading recommendations #Fanfiction #ArchiveOfOurOwn

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yourandielexxis · 5 years

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My Writing Process

STEP 1: OUTLINE

Outline, outline, outline! Outlining your story is a HUGE help! Without outlining, I would have no idea where to begin writing muchless able to complete a chapter at all! It will save you time and frustration. This will prevent plot holes and save you time going back in you chapters to ensure you didn’t forget anything.

I type out a very rough outline of my whole story. I prefer to type it since I can go back and rearrange it on my laptop. You don’t have to complete the outline for the WHOLE book, If you don’t know how it’s gonna end–leave it blank. You can always go back and type it in when you have a clearer idea. Even if you have an idea how it’s going to end (type it in if you do), you can always go back and retype it.

This post is an example of how I set up my timeline. BULLETS! I write my head (Ex. Chapter 1- This character will do this or this will happen...) and then my sub-head (Ex. This character does this by doing this), the sub head is the detail of the chapter. I continue this up to whatever chapter I have an idea for. I am able to complete up to ten chapters ahead. This gives me direction and flow to my writing.

STEP 2: Hand write the chapter in my journal

This can take me about 2-4 days. I would write about 6-13 pages in my journal. I use my outline for the broad picture, then I write the details. Even though I follow the outline, the journal should be your dumping ground–got an idea, WRITE IT DOWN. Don’t worry if it doesn’t make sense! Don’t worry if you think it doesn’t make sense or if you don’t know how you spell it or whatever, JUST WRITE. This part is the ugly before the pretty. You can always go back to edit that chapter when you type out later. I read somewhere that “It’s easy to edit a bad page than no page at all” and it’s true!

Don’t go in writing thinking ‘I will only write this much of pages’, ‘cause face it, it’ll never meet your page quota. Just write and don’t stop till you hit the chapter’s designated ending. And it’s OKAY to not even follow the outline chapter designated ending, cause the flow of the story can change on you and you must not ignore your instincts, Follow you gut, listen to your characters and go with the flow.

Side note: Bodhi wasn’t supposed to exist but she appeared anyway and I didn’t plan any of the things she does and say AT ALL! I would be writing and at the last minute, my inner Bodhi would type in the crazy things she’ll say or do. Therefore, TRUST YOUR INSTINCT!

STEP 3: Type it all in

This where the editing and revising comes in. This is where you take the raw and ugly chapter and make it pretty. Writing in your journal is being a writer and anyone can do it. But editing it makes you an AUTHOR! You have to understand the grammar, syntax and diction to make the chapter understandable, clear and overall, awesome! This is where I truly grow! I see the errors and misspelling I made in my journal and I correct it as I type. I’m LEARNING from my mistakes!

Also, you can even change things around, such as ‘hmm, I want her to say this instead of this’ or I want to describe the building a bit more.’ Most of the time, I type in MORE pages than what I wrote originally. THAT’S GOOD if you do that! Sometimes I even make TWO CHAPTERS (I try to go for 7-11 pages a chapter).

STEP 4: Repeat STEP 3

That’s right! You heard me–repeat step 3! I reread my chapter at least 50 times to catch errors and mistakes. Here’s a little trick I use, I read my chapters OUT LOUD. That way, if saying it out loud sounds weird to you, it probably is. For example, when a character is talking and you’re reading out loud, if what they’re saying doesn’t sound natural, then it probably isn’t. Anyway, STEP 3 & 4 can take me 3-5 days.

Well, I hope this helps! Also, this may not work for everyone and THATS OKAY. I thought I share what works for me in hope that may help you as well. There’s not one size fits all nor the right or wrong way to write. However, To be a better writer, there is two things that ALL good writers do—READ, READ, READ (You don’t see anyone being a good dancer without watching other dancers) and write EVERYDAY. So what are you doing, GO WRITE!

#writing #writer's tips

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the-british-pineapple · 7 years

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For the writing prompt! Death, a majestic lady and Life, a handsome man kinda like each other, but in their sort of relationship Death accidentally kills him, and the role of Life falls onto a 5 year old boy, and Death has to teach him how to be Life while struggling with her grief over Life's death (sorry if its complicated haha)

Ok so btw, this isn’t actually finished. But im 2500 words in and 3 weeks over due (sorry but university is a bitch). So i thought I would post it and add to it later when I finish. Sorry n advance for any stupid spelling/grammar mistakes, i mainly write at night, when creativity is high but logic is not!

Death sat on her throne, her pale skinilluminated by the torches that lined the walls. She held a chalice tenderlywith her fingertips, taking sips every now and then, listening to the cries ofthe dead that filtered through her palace. They weren’t crying because theywere sad or because they hated the Underworld; they were crying because theywere lonely, most of them had no family down there to comfort them. Theirscreams and cries however gave Death a sense of accomplishment and triumph. Shefelt like she had accomplished her job, done what she was created to do. Shewas amidst her self-congratulations when a knock at the door interrupted herthoughts.

“Come in.” She said, slightly disgruntled.

“My apologies Madame Death but someone ishere to see you.” Said one of her minions.

Like all her minions he had no eyes, amouth which more resembled that of a turtle and wrinkled, dry skin. They servedher without a second thought, she liked that about them. She just wished theyweren’t so hideous to look at. Her minion beckoned to the open door and a manwalked in, not just any man. This man was Life himself. He stood tall andproud. His hair was golden and gave a slight glow, it was curly and bouncedwhen he moved. His face was perfectly sculpted, his cheekbones and jawline wereprominent and he had the face of someone who could sell you a car with only awink. But this wasn’t why Death liked him, no. It was because he was hercounterpart, she would not exist without him, he gave her a purpose and forthat she admired him. Most people assume that they are in a never-ending feudbut it is quite the opposite, it’s more like an unspoken trust.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure?” Deathsaid as she adjusted herself on her throne.

“Unfortunately, I’m here on business.” Lifesaid, running his hand through his hair. “I need you to prematurely take life.I know it’s not usual of me to ask this but I need you to do it.”

“Something must be up if you need me to dothis?” Death asked, leaning forward, intrigued.

“It’s for the right reasons.Over-population and what not. Plus the people I need you to…prematurely unalive are not doing theworld any good.”

“Alright I’ll do this for you…if you dosomething for me.” Death said with a smirk.

“Sure, anything?” Life responded, takenaback.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” She said,standing up from her throne. She walked over to Life, gracefully gliding acrossthe floor, her long dark silk robes dragging behind her. Life smiled as sheapproached.

“Sure, dinner it is.” He reached out totouch her but she reeled back. “Oh I’m sorry, am I reading the situation wrong.

“No, gosh no. It’s just we can’t touch. Iguess when I was born or created or whatever, I was cursed, whatever I touchdies. Can’t control it, never been ableto. I’ve never touched a person who’s wanted to touch me before. My touchbrings death and frankly I don’t want you to die.”

“Oh, I see. Well I can create life with atouch, watch.” He brought his hands together as if he was holding an invisibleball. His fingertips glowed and particles fell out of them and coalesced. Theparticles twirled and knitted themselves together. Roots formed and grew in hishand until he was holding a small daisy. He held it out to her and shehesitantly took it. As soon as her fingers touched the stem it withered away,like the life source was being sucked out of it. In the space of a few secondsshe was holding a rotted, withered remnant of a flower. She looked at Life, hereyes were slightly red.

“I’m sorry.” She said, letting it drop tothe floor.

“I have a crazy idea. You destroy life, Icreate it. So together we should reach an equilibrium.”

“That is a very loose use of science.”Death replied with a little giggle.

“Well there’s no harm in trying.”

“Excuse me? You could die? Other than beinghighly ironic, it’ll literally destroy the world. If you die, then there’s nolife and without life there’s no death. It’s a death sentence for me too.”Death said frantically. “Look, I can wear these very stylish gloves, then wecan touch…if you wish.”

“That would be better than potentiallydying I guess.” He said as he watched Death glide over to her throne and pickup a pair of long black gloves that were laying on the arm rest. She slippedthem on and reached out to Life, waiting for him to take her hand. He gentlygrabbed her fingers and pulled her close so he could grab her other hand. Theystood like that for what seemed like forever, staring into each other’s eyes.Life cleared his throat. “I should get going, gotta keep up the flow of lifey’know. I’ll send you the…tasks once I get back home. Then I’ll come round fordinner”

“Sure, I’ll get onto those…tasks you wantme to do.” She said quietly, slightly disappointed Life was leaving. He lent infor the kiss, as a formality, Death was paralysed by shock as his lips touchedhers. She pulled back but it was too late, his veins bulged black as his tannedskin turned pale like dirty snow. He fell to his hands and knees and heaved.

“Why did I…do that…?” He wheezed betweenbreaths. Death dropped down to the floor beside him trying to lift him up, tryingher best not to touch him.

“What did you do you stupid man?” Sheyelled, as he started turning grey. Life’s face started to get tight and hishair was losing it’s golden shimmer, slowly becoming a dark silver.

“I’m sorry…it was instinct and now I’mdying…I’m sorry.” He whispered through almost lifeless lips.

“Can’t you just…I don’t know…’life’ yourself back? Use your powers?” Deathpleaded. Holding Life’s head between her gloved hands.

“Just find me…when I’m gone.” Life said.His face had sunken at the cheeks and he resembled a skeleton. “Show me what todo…”

“What do you mean?” She yelled but it wastoo late, his head was limp in her hands. All that was left of Life was boneand skin, his hair had turned ash grey and his skin looked bleak and dark likeit was frostbitten. “Shit.”

“Is now a bad time?” One of Death’s minionssaid, popping his head around the corner.

“This is probably the worst time in livinghistory, so whatever it is it better be important.” She growled.

“Well the thing is, I couldn’t help fromover hearing what happened but I know what he means by ‘Showing him what todo’.” He mumbled, motioning the last part in air quotations.

“Well spit it out?” She yelled at herminion.

“I believe that because Life is eternalthen someone has to take the mantle if ‘Life’ ever…dies. So that means the rolemust be taken up by someone else. We need to find that someone before theycause any harm.”

“So…do we have any clue where they are?”Death asked, slowly placing Life’s head on the floor as his skin deterioratedto what now looked like ash.

“Considering this is the first time eitherof you have died we don’t really have a clue. But we should start looking now,before things go wrong.” Death’s minion said.

“Alright, assemble a group of minions andget on to this. We need to find who this person is and where they live.” Shedemanded. Death then turned to the husk of what was Life’s body and spokequietly. “I’ll deal with this.”

The day passed slowly as Death preparedLife’s body for a respectful ceremony. She rested his body in an obsidian blackcoffin with white marble edges. The inside of the coffin was pure white silk,Life’s head was resting on a puffy silken pillow. He was wrapped in a golden blanketthat shimmered like his hair once did. The coffin itself was placed in themiddle of a large cavern lined with green torches. Death stood at the head ofthe casket, silent, not knowing what to say. She wiped one single tear from herand leant down to kiss Life’s forehead. Death took a slow breath and eased thecasket shut.

“Goodbye.” She whispered.

“We found him!” One of her minions yelled,stumbling into the large cavern. “We found Life, well the new version of him.”

“Good.” Death said regaining her composure.She cleared her throat before she spoke. “Alright where is he.”

“Calcutta, India your Majesty. But we mustmove fast, his power is getting out of control. That’s how we were able topinpoint him.”

“Ok, grab 2 more minions and follow me.”She said with her usual authority. She held out her arm and a swirl of blackand green smoke spiralled out until it hung in the air about two metres highand one metre wide in an oval shape. She stepped in it and walked through tothe other side and embraced the warm wind that greeted her. Three minionsspilled through the portal behind her. She held out her hand once more and smokedissipated into thin air. She looked out on the city where they arrived, theycame out the portal on a roof top. The city was tightly packed, washing lineshung between the yellow stained buildings, a smog hung in the sky and the airsmelled like a disused port-a-potty.

“Ew.” Said all her minions in unison. They clutchedtheir nose/beaks and started groaning at the smell.

“Shut up. We need to find the new Life.Point me where.” She demanded. All three minions dropped their hand from theirfaces and pointed to where the sun was slowly setting over the horizon. “Howfar?”

“About 3 kilometres.” They all spoke.

“So we run.” Death said. She looked down ather robes which hung loosely of her body. “Ok first we change, then we run.”

“Agreed.” They said. Death held her armsand the same swirling black and green force that created the portal surrounded herbody head-to-toe. It remained for a few seconds then dissipated as quickly asit had conjured itself. Death stood there sporting a black jacket made from astrong and durable material with matching pants. Her jacket was unzipped androlled up at the sleeves, she wore a blue shirt underneath which pictured askull and crossbones made from an assortment of flowers. Her minions lookedover at her, she wasn’t sure what they could see with their lack of eyes butshe could feel them judging here.

“Stop staring and show me where to go.” Shebarked. The minions bumped into one another as they turned to where the sun wassetting. Another thing Death liked about her minions is they were surprisinglystrong and athletic even though they didn’t look it. The minions leapt over tothe next rooftop with ease and didn’t stop when they hit the roof, they carriedon running and jumped onto the following rooftop. It wasn’t hard for Death tokeep up as she was just as nimble, she leapt from her standing point and ranacross the next rooftop, closely following her minions. They moved in unison,avoiding obstacles and giving each other boosts when necessary. Death could feeleyes on the streets looking up at her as she flew between rooftops, she didn’tcare, she was determined to find Life and put an end to this madness.

They had been jumping between buildings forwhat seemed like forever and Death was getting tired.

“Surely we are there?” She yelled, out ofbreath.

“Just over these two buildings.” One of herminions called back to her. But she knew where to go before it spoke. She couldhear a commotion, a collection of people where gathered on the streets, murmuring.The Sun was setting low and casting long shadows which hid Death and herminions as they spied on the street below. She peered over the edge of thebuilding she stood on and could see a large amount of people gathered around adoorway craning their neck for a view of something in the house.

“He’s in there.” One of her minions said.

“I’m so glad you pointed that out,otherwise I would’ve totally missed that.” She said sarcastically. “Look wegotta clear these people so we can get in there and secure life.”

“You could kill someone, that woulddefinitely get their attention.” One of her minions spoke up.

“No, I’m not doing that. They will passwhen their time comes. We need to think of something better.”

“Well if you don’t want to make alivepeople dead, how about making dead people alive?” One of the other minionssuggested.

“You know what, that could actually work.Maybe you aren’t all a waste of space after all.” She said with a slight smilein her voice. She held her arm over the edge of the roof and aimed it at thestreet. Black powdery smoke spilled from her fingertips and twirled down to thecracked street floor below, the tendrils of darkness intertwined and coalescedas it descended forming one black mass. It hit the street violently, spillingsideways then quickly falling through the cracks. “Yes, I can feel plenty ofdeath here. Just gotta tweak it a little and..”

Before she could finish her sentence theblack mass rose steadily from the cracks and formed slowly into distinctive humanoidfigures. Three figures stood on the street, features slowly forming on their facesas if they were rising out of water. In a matter of seconds three people stoodon the street, standing still, blank faced. Their skin was slightly ashen andtheir eyes were sunken and glazed.

“Wow you did it.” One of her minionswhispered under it’s breath.

“Did you think I couldn’t?” She snapped.

“No your Majesty. It wasn’t surprise it was….wonder?”It stammered. She turned away from him and concentrated on the figured below.She closed her eyes and they stumbled sideways, like the whole ground hadshifted and they were steadying themselves. She held both of her arms out formore control and the figures stumbled in the same general direction. Theyheaded towards the crowd, slowly but surely. One of the men noticed one ofthem, his face quickly turned from surprise and confusion to terror and fear. Hepushed through the rest of the crowd screaming. Most people looked confused butthey gradually cottoned on as they saw the figures approaching. They probablythought zombies had risen from the dead to come and attack them, this isn’t entirelytrue, they aren’t true zombies. They are souls that have been put intoartificial bodies, there aren’t actually rotting corpses, but the civilians didn’tknow that. In a matter of seconds the streets were clear and the screams had dissipatedinto the dusk.

“Now’s our chance.” Death said withurgency. She leapt down from the building and landing on the street with aheavy thud. Dust curled up around her but she wasn’t phased, she wasdetermined. Her minions followed, each making a distinct thud as they landed,the third one made a tiny welp as he hit the ground. She maintained focus andspoke with slight disgust. “Toughen up.”

“Yes… Madame Death.” It stuttered. Deathwalked into the buulding without a second thought and stopped in her tracks.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Sheexclaimed.

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hebrewing · 8 years

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Hebrew Basics #1: All about the Hebrew Alphabet

In order to learn a language, the very first thing you need to know is reading it. This is a basic step in all language studies. Hopefully you’ll start conquering that by the end of this lesson :)

The Hebrew alphabet… isn’t an alphabet. Technically speaking, it’s an “‘abjad” (an acronym of the first four letters of the Arabic ‘abjad), although it is commonly called an alphabet (as I’ll continue calling it for simplicity’s sake). Characteristic of Semitic languages (to which Hebrew belongs, among Arabic and many others, extinct and alive), the ‘abjad’s main characteristic is (almost) complete lack of vowels. Every letter stands for a consonant, and vowels are simply omitted. It’s equivalent to writing English “lk ths.”

While using an ‘abjad-like system with English is quite hellish, the case for Hebrew is quite different. Due to its relatively simple vowel system and unique Semitic grammar and morphology (how words are formed and act in a sentence), using an ‘abjad is actually quite a reasonable choice for Hebrew. Oversimplifying, Hebrew words are comprised of a root and a template, each contribute meaning to the final word. The root is comprised of (usually three) consonants, and the template describes the vowels, prefixes and suffixes you insert between and around the consonants.

The Letters

The Hebrew alphabet, called הָאַלֶף־בֵּית/אָלֶפְבֵּית הָעִבְרִי ha’álef-bét ha’ivrí, is comprised of 22 letters.

The first, most important fact is that Hebrew is read from right to left.

Note: the names aren’t all that important to learning the letters. Simply learning their pronunciation is enough at this point.

Five of the letters, for historical reasons, have two different forms - a word-initial and -medial form, and a separate final form. These are marked with a 1 on the table.

As you might have noticed, some letters have multiple pronunciations, and some of these overlap with one another. This was caused by many changes that happened to the language’s phonology over the years since the alphabet was created (some 3,000 years ago in its earliest forms).

The most notable of these letters are the בֶּגֶ״ד כֶּפֶ״ת* béged kéfet letters, marked with a 2. These days, for historical reasons**, only three letters actually change their pronunciation depending on their position in a word–ב bet, כ kaf, פ pe–and they are the only ones marked on the list, pronounced as /b~v/, /k~kh/, /p~f/, respectively. Generally speaking, for native words, at the beginning of a word and directly after a consonant (with no vowel in-between), they are pronounced with their ‘hard’ pronunciation (/b/ /k/ /p/), and in all other positions with their ‘soft’ pronunciation (/v/ /kh/ /f/). Loanwords do not follow these rules, and are pronounced as they are in the original language.

*Acronyms and initialisms, as well as Hebrew letter names and numerals, are marked by the Hebrew punctuation mark ״, called גֵּרְשַׁיִם gershayim, and placed before the last letter of the phrase. It is similar looking to the Latin quotation mark, and is often confused with it even by native speakers, but nonetheless different.

**You might have noticed that ‘historically’, ‘for historical reasons’, etc. are somewhat a trend in this lesson. Hebrew is an incredibly old language, about 5,000 years old in fact, riddled with old tales and tradition. During that period it changed a lot, it even died for 2,000 years and came back to haunt us in the last 150. Despite this, the Hebrew writing system as we know it today was tailored (albeit not perfectly) for Hebrew as it was spoken some 2,500 years ago, and remained relatively unchanged during that whole period. Therefore, there are a lot of peculiarities in the Hebrew alphabet that we simply do not have time to cover, stemming from the complicated history of the language.

There are also a handful of letters which, for historical reasons, are still pronounced the same.

א alef + ע áyin (+ ה he) = ‘ (glottal stop) or none (ה he only as none)

soft ב bet + ו vav = /v/

ח chet + soft כ kaf = /ch/*

ט tet + ת tav = /t/

hard כ kaf + ק qof = /k/*

ס sámekh + שׂ sin = /s/

*I still transcribe hard כ kaf and ק qof, as well as ח chet and soft כ kaf differently (/k/ vs /q/, /ch/ vs /kh/) because, well, it’s easier than the other homophones.

To form a word, simply string together letters - the vowels magically appear in your head!

ספר (séfer) - book

ספר (sapár) - barber, hairdresser

ספר (sipér) - (he) told, (he) cut hair

ספר (supár) - (passive of above verb)

ספר (sper) - spare (English loanword)

…Yeah, that’s easier said than done.

See, in general with the ‘abjad system, all words pronounced with the same consonants are written exactly the same, which can create a heck of a lot of homographs, words written the same but pronounced differently. This problem has been cleverly solved using אִמּוֹת קְרִיאָה - ‘imót kri’á (literally mothers of reading). These are letters in Hebrew that serve a double function as a consonant and a vowel, marked with a 3 on the table. Noticed the letters ו vav and י yod have multiple pronunciations?

In many words, vowels (especially /i/, /o/ and /u/) are marked using one of these letters to reduce the number of homographs. For example, the words listed earlier are usually written:

ספר (séfer) - book

ספר (sapár) - barber, hairdresser

סיפר (sipér) - (he) told, (he) cut hair

סופר (supár) - (passive of above verb)

ספייר (sper) - spare (English loanword)

These letters can be conveniently memorized using the acronym אֶהֶוִ״י ‘eheví.

Interestingly enough, Yiddish, written with the same 22 letters, uses these letters (and some more) to create a full alphabet, where each and every vowel in a word is written, as well as the consonants. But we aren’t learning Yiddish here.

Learning when and where to put ‘imót kri’á comes with time, as it is often up to the reader where to put them. The style of writing I’ll be teaching with is called כְּתִיב חֲסֵר ktiv chasér, or ‘lacking spelling,’ where the bare minimum of ‘imót kri’á are used, and all vowels are indicated using vowel points, נִקּוּד niqúd, explained in the next section. This style is often used in children’s books and Biblical inscriptions; ktiv chasér is historically the only way Hebrew was written. This is in opposition to כְּתִיב מָלֵא ktiv malé, ‘full spelling,’ where ‘imót kri’á are used and vowel points aren’t; this is the style of writing virtually every modern Hebrew text is written in.

This might seem all confusing at this point, but let me assure you it isn’t. Once you wrap your head around it and start reading more and more of the language, you just instinctively know how a word is read off the bat. Context is usually more than enough to settle any ambiguities in how to read a word.

Vowel Points

Vowel points, נִקּוּד niqúd, are the diacritics used in Hebrew to indicate the vowels of a word, to complement the ambiguous ‘abjad system. These are the little dots and lines around each letter in previous examples.

Hebrew has five vowels: /a/ /e/ /i/ /o/ /u/ - pronounced almost identically to those in Spanish and Greek, to name a few. However, it has 13 different vowel points. Historically, and still in some traditional readings of the Bible, each mark had a different pronunciation, but in Modern Hebrew a lot of them merged with one another.

The final form of מ mem, ם, is used as a placeholder here.

Make no mistake, the two vowels marked with an asterisk are in fact the same vowel. For now, know that in most cases it is pronounces as /a/. The /o/ pronunciation is rare, only in certain templates of words, and distinguishing between them is out of the scope of this lesson. For now, the only common word that uses the /o/ pronunciation is כָּל kol, meaning ‘all’.

Short and long vowels are only traditional nomenclature - in practice, all vowels in each row are pronounced with the same length. תְּנוּעוֹת חֲטוּפוֹת tnu’ót chatufót are stlightly different, but nonetheless pronounced the same. Note that the some long vowels use ‘imót kri’á intrinsically.

דָּגֶשׁ Dagésh:

The point on the bottom left, the דָּגֶשׁ dagésh, is an interesting topic. However, the only relevant point to this lesson is that it distinguishes between hard (with dagesh) and soft (without) pronunciations of בֶּגֶ״ד כֶּפֶ״ת béged kéfet letters.

שְׁוָא Shva:

There are two types of shva: נַע na’ ‘moving’ - indicating an /e/, and נַח nach ‘still’ - indicating no vowel. Distinguishing between them is way out of the scope of this lesson, so for now the only way to tell them apart is through experience and transliterations.

שִׁי״ן Shin Points:

You might have noticed the rogue ש shin at the bottom of the table there. ש shin is different to other letters with double pronunciations, as it had always had two different pronunciations. Therefore, it got a different point to distinguish between the two: a dot on the right spoke of the ש shin indicates the common /sh/ pronunciation - שׁ, and a dot on the left spoke indicates the rarer /s/ pronunciation - שׂ. Each pronunciation is subsequently called שִׁי״ן יְמַנִית shin yemanít ‘right שִׁי״ן’ and שִׁי״ן שְֹמָאלִית shin smalít ‘left שִׁי״ן’.

All word-final letters have no vowel, unless marked otherwise. Most letters cannot even take a vowel mark at the end of a word. Exceptionally, ה he, ח chet, final ך kaf, ע áyin, ת tav, in certain circumstances do take vowel marks. ש shin must always have either a left or a right point, but no other vowel mark.

Practice!

Try reading these basic Hebrew words, then look at the answer key at the end to see if you were right.

1. אֲנִי 2. כֶּלֶב 3. בְּתוֹךְ 4. שֻׁלְחָן 5. פְּרִי 6. כָּל 7. יַם 8. עֵץ 9. אֲדָמָה 10. שְׂמֹאל

Answer Key

‘aní – I (me)

kélev – dog

betókh – inside

shulchán – table

pri – fruit

kol – all

yam – sea

‘ets – tree

‘adamá – ground, earth

smol – left (vs. right)

Alright then, that’s it for today! Follow me for more Hebrew lessons, hopefully they won’t all be as long as this one :D

לְהִתְרַאוֹת בַּפַּעַם הַבָּאָה! (lehitraót bapá’am haba’á)

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