#the wind sage will have to be something different tho

[smilesrobotlover]

Hmmmm, king of the Gerudo asks 🤔

I remember you were working on designs for the old sages and stuff, do you have any thoughts on their characterization and the like?

Oh yes! I already kinda explained this but I want their personalities to be opposite from the champions!

The water sage has a more bold and confident personality, which makes her the leader of the group. She’s very loud and sarcastic which contrasts Mipha’s more quiet and sweet persona

The lightning sage is very cold and harsh, and she’s not afraid to insult people. She speaks her mind and she doesn’t care how blunt it is. Urbosa is more warm and caring and watches her words at times, especially around those she cares about. This lightening Sage tho? Not so much

The fire sage is very soft spoken and gentle, which i know is NOT at all how he is in the game but I’m honestly tired of all gorons acting the same. I know Yunobo is different cuz he’s a more timid guy compared to the bold Daruk and Darunia and Darbus, but I need more different gorons. So yeah he’s a very gentle and sweet guy. He’ll give you a nice hug cuz he knows you’re squishy and fragile while Daruk will unintentionally break your back

And the wind sage is a chill guy. Very slow to anger and is very encouraging to everyone. He doesn’t seem like a sweet guy but he really is. He’ll easily push you out of your comfort zone if needed to (but enough where you grow more confidence in yourself). Revali is a very complicated guy and feigns confidence to hide insecurity. And he is not chill. He gets annoyed super easily and berates everyone around him (except the princesses, he likes them).

But yeah! Obviously they’re more three dimensional than this but that’s the gist of it!

[hydrasra]

Not from this world

SYNOPSIS: waking up in liyue felt like a dream. though it quickly turned into a nightmare.

DISCLAIMER: this is just an idea that popped in mind while I was rereading my POST about lumine's friendship with the other archons in a sagau! impostor! gold blood! au. tho with a slightly different take at the start. I might work further in it depending on my creative battery. some swearing here and there, may be more oriented, some ooc moments here and there maybe. LUMINE IS THE CHOSEN TRAVELER. no gender mentioned for the reader. NOT BETA NOR PROOFREAD (shocker)

me in a post: I'm not going to post for a small while

also me: *gets randomly hit by an idea and has an urge to write it down*

ii. REUNIONS AND ANSWERS

news about an impersonator looking like the creator spread fast to sumeru, fast to the acting grand sage first. however, he frowned, that had nothing to do with him.

why should he worry about that? those in charge will catch the impostor eventually once he makes matters go public.

and that's why, during a meeting with the lesser lord, she enquired him about what was bothering him once said meeting was adjourned and she pulled him aside.

"nothing is bothering me, lesser lord kusanali," was his reply.

she smiled up at him, eyes closing, "if that truly was the case then you wouldn't be frowning," she let out a small giggle.

if alhaitham didn't know any better, he would have actually confused his lord to an actual child, and not an archon.

weighing the pros and cons of telling his archon about what has reached his ears first and foremost, and his colleagues as well, instead of the grand public.

truly, there were no cons against telling nahida.. so he did.

she only reassured him that she would look further into the matter and to not worry about it nor tell the public until she was certain she understood what was going on.

"you called for me, greater lord kusanali?" wanderer asked as soon as he stepped inside the sanctuary of surasthana and was greeted by her at the door.

she did not even try to correct him, "I need you to accompany me inside to irminsul."

he frowned but nodded nonetheless.

"I want to find out what is going about the rumoured impostor," she started walking to the center of the room.

more confusion seeped inside the puppet's mind as he followed her, "impostor?"

nahida looked at him from over her shoulder, "someone is, apparently, impersonating the divine creator."

all that could be heard was footsteps. running footsteps.

some were angry stomping almost, some were faster than most. only one stood out: it was light, and if agile could be a sound, it would be those footsteps.

and luckily, it belonged to you.

"where to?"

the wanderer flew to some, what it looked like on your end, random direction. if it weren't for his vision glowing, you would have lost sight of him in the unusual darkness of the night.

thinking about it now, why was it so dark? even the light provided by the moon did almost nothing to light up the world it seemed. was teyvat angry and trying to protect something? someone? you and your companion maybe?

"just a few metres more, your grace," you heard him said as he too decided to run along with you. his footsteps sounded, almost imperceptible however, mechanical.

you could only nod as beads of sweat rolled down your face and the wind caressed your body.

"quick, in here!" another familiar said and when looking at the source, you saw nahida opening the leaves that acted as doors of an abandoned hut, a device floating besides her and producing light.

without a single ounce of hesitation, you immediately grabbed wanderer's hand and made a turn to the right. nahida opened the doors further with the help of her device that immediately turned its light off once you both were safe inside.

however, it wasn't safe yet. the angry running footsteps could be heard. they weren't far now. all you could do was hold your breath, no matter how much you wanted to take a deep breath and finally relax a little after running for what felt like hours, your survival instinct just wouldn't let you do so, not until you were sure they were out of earshot.

"where did they go?!" they were right beside the well hidden hut.

"we lost them!" a raged filled voice could be heard

"keep on looking," that was a familiar voice, someone you treasured in the game and spent hours to build, to make stronger. so that's how they repay you?

'i see how it is, xiao.'

"we will have to let the authorities in sumeru know they the impostor is now in their land along with a companion," keqing's voice could be heard, stern and frustrated.

you looked around and barely saw anything, only the silhouettes of your... friends? as questions slowly filled your head, 'why can't they leave me alone? what did I do?'

retracing your steps from ever since you awoke into the world of your favourite game, you found that you did nothing wrong. maybe you the only mistake you made was to step into liyue harbour while smiling and was simply greeted back with polearms pointed at you and them screaming at you for impersonating someone. but who?

"argh! let's just retreat for now," one of the soldiers said as they all seemed to agree and walked away.

"I will let the tianquan know and ask her to deliver a letter to sumeru's officials," keqing spoke, determination present in her voice, "this impostor is to be eliminated at once."

as their voice faded into the distance, you finally let yourself heave a sigh of relief as nahida made her device light up once more, finally allowing you to see inside the small hut.

wanderer was squatting near the door, peering outside and nahida was looking at you, a small smile on her face.

oddly enough, this was comforting.

"evening, your grace," the archon bowed and that made you frown.

"why are you bowing to me?"

"it is a sign of respe-"

"please, don't. it makes me uncomfortable," and nahida only nodded at your words.

it was quiet for a few minutes as you pondered what was happening then you spoke up, making everyone in the room to turn and look at you, "why did you both call me 'your grace'?" and at the genuine confusion and curiousity, nahida spoke up once more after sharing a look with wanderer. was irminsul wrong about you?

"it is your title."

you shook your head, "last time I checked, I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth nor am I royalty."

before nahida could speak once more, wanderer cut her off, "didn't you create teyvat? you are our creator and the one that guides us, it is only fair for us to call you by your title."

'create teyvat?'

you understood the guiding part as that was, in a sense, true, though you did not create teyvat.

"I did not."

silence once more, then the knowledge archon spoke, "what is it that you mean, your grace?"

"I did not create teyvat but I... I guess you are correct about me guiding you?"

and that prompted you to explain it to them; how teyvat was created by a group of people, not you, how they wrote each and every single person's in this world past, present and future. but that only seemed to make nahida look at you fondly.

"so there are more creators?" wanderer asked, frowning and you simply nodded.

"in a way? they aren't gods, they are all humans, like me."

"but you aren't human," nahida said as she took a few steps and stood in front of you, staring up at you in determination, "and the proof is on your leg."

ather words, you frown in confusion and looked down at your leg, your jeans had been cut through and you had a cut as well. your eyes widen at the small amount of blood trickling down your leg and sipping through your jeans.

it was gold.

"how did the hunt go?" ningguang asked from her seat in the jade chamber, expecting to hear good news from the yuheng as she kept on writing in the scrolls that contained important information.

the silence that greeted her was what prompted the tianquan to look up, "well?"

"we lost them both," xiao spoke, appearing behind keqing and giving her a scare.

although that was a funny sight, ningguang couldn't find it in her when she heard his words, "what do you mean by that?"

keqing cleared her throat, "we lost them both in the forest near sumeru."

"did you hear? there's an impostor that showed up in liyue," donna expressed to marjorie who nodded.

"I did! I also heard that they are hiding in sumeru and that some weirdo with an anemo vision helped them out."

"how could they help out an impostor when the real creator has been quiet instead of offering them to appease the creator's anger?!" donna exclaimed, huffing right at the end.

lumine watched and listened from afar as those two kept talking, "an impostor?"

"huh?" paimon looked up from eating her food, "waf d'you meaf?"

"don't speak with your mouth full."

swallowing down her food then letting out a satisfied sigh, she asked again, "sorry. anyway what did you mean?"

lumine glanced at donna and marjorie as donna went back to standing behind flora to keep an eye on the child, "those two were speaking about an impostor."

"impostor?"

"something about someone impersonating teyvat's creator."

"who in their right mind would impersonate the creator?!"

lumine let out a snort, "maybe lunatics like you."

"hey!"

as paimon went on a ramble, lumine got lost in thought. was that why you haven't guided her on the right path today? though a day for you could be months for them, should she, perhaps, say months instead of today?

it wouldn't hurt to visit sumeru and ask nahida, right?

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[littlemissnoname13]

Fortunate Misfortune (D.M. x Reader)| Chapter 9: Enough! All of you (vol. 2)

Summary: Its his last year at Hogwarts and former Hogwarts bully, Draco Malfoy just wants to clean up his act and get through the year. Maybe even apply for a potions fellowship and date Astoria Greengrass. His plan seems perfect on paper except for a minor hiccup in the form of a feisty Hufflepuff girl…

A/n: This multi-chapter has been in my Drafts since before I started posting on here and I’ve taken out so many scenes from it and turned them into one shots in the past. The series is almost completed and ill just be dumping it on my blog over the next few days because I don’t know what to do with it. Please do not feel pressured to read it. 😅🥲.

The first draft of this chapter was way too chaotic so I had to remove some bits. Thats why it took a while for me to update. sorry.

Reblogs and Feedbacks are always welcomed :)

Warnings: mentions of food, coarse language, making out, some slight suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, reader discretion is advised tho

Word count: 1925

Chapter 9 Vol.1| Masterlist| Chapter 10

I hate this.

I hate it here.

How could you have forgotten about the picnic at the lake? And the fact that Blaise of all people was there to see you wearing nothing but Malfoy’s sweater of all things. 

What must they be thinking?

“You know, we can always rain check if you want.” Astoria mumbled, observing the compromising position she’d found you and Draco in. “Seems like we may have…uh..interrupted something anyway.” 

“No.” You replied, and Draco suddenly remembered to put you down, dropping you on your arse flat to floor in the process. 

“Ow—Please, come on in.” You said, rubbing your elbow as Astoria walked into the room alongside Draco who awkwardly made a beeline towards his precious kettle to pour some tea for Astoria. 

Blaise kneeled on the ground so his face was leveled with yours before putting his right hand forward. 

“I guess I know why you ran away that night.” He said with a playful smirk etched on his lips. The calming smell of bergamot and sage engulfed you as you reached for his hand to allow him to pull you up. 

“No it’s not like that. I just—Draco is just—”

“As stubborn as you are.” Blaise held your hand in his for a brief minute. 

“He is?” You asked when Blaise gently pulled you towards him, placing his fingertips on your lips to quiet you. 

“Shhh…”

Only retrieving his hand back for a second, Blaise settled on tucking the strands of your damp hair away from your face so that he could lean in and easily whisper into your ear.

“Don’t look now, but Malfoy is looking at us right now.” 

“What?” 

“If my observations and calculations are correct, he is probably going to break the mug he is holding if he grips into it any harder.” 

“Blaise what are you talking abo—”

“Three…two…..one….” 

As if on cue, you heard the sound of ceramic breaking, followed by a bunch of different swear words that would make your mother put you on time out for a week straight. 

“Told you.” Blaise chuckled, sauntering into your room. 

~~~

Howling winds, rustling trees, sporadic raindrops and thunderclouds slowly approaching closer and closer. 

Leave it to you to organise a picnic in the worst weather imaginable, with the oddest bunch of people imaginable. 

Blaise was pouring fire whiskey into a thermos from his flask, Astoria was unpacking the food and you were passing it around, still wearing the sweater you stole from him on top of your white dress. 

Worse of all, Draco now found himself sitting on a picnic blanket, uncomfortably squished in between the Weasley twins. 

“Some muffins George?” Fred asked, passing a tray of muffins to his side, holding it right in front of Draco. 

Those muffins don’t look half as bad. It wouldn’t hurt to take a bite. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” Greorge answered, taking the whole tray away before Draco had the chance to even take one. 

He let out a sigh and began counting to a hundred again. 

“Nice day for a picnic, huh?” Astoria joked from the opposite end of the picnic blanket and everyone turned their heads to look at you. 

“Sorry, I can’t control the weather.” You shrugged. “Besides, this was Fred’s bright idea.” 

“You flatter me too much, y/n.” Fred waved his hands dismissively before standing up. “If everything falls into place, Pansy Parkinson should be here in about…..” 

“Ah, there she is.” George completed his twin’s sentence. 

All heads turned to find Pansy, stomping towards them with Tracey and Daphne by her side. Her hair, a bright yellow, her left and right forearms covered In tiny yellow feathers. 

“What…did you do to her?” Draco muttered under his breath, looking at the grinning redheads next to him. 

“Canary creams.” Fred mouthed in a low voice. 

“Only, we changed a few things to prolong the transfiguration. We also have an antidote with us at this very moment.” George whispered back to Draco.

“Enough! All of you!” Pansy screamed. “I’m so fucking done with this. Just make it go away!”

Everyone either looking horrified or biting back a laugh watched you slowly raise your arms to remove the sweater you had on.

Then, you reached for a glass of pumpkin juice and walked up to Pansy. 

“Truce then?”

“Truce.” Pansy screamed. “I call Truce! Just turn me back to normal already—I am getting my pictures for the yearbook taken today!”

You held your free hand out and either Fred or George (Draco was still learning to differentiate between the two) placed a muffin on it. 

Pansy quickly reached for it, and ravenously gobbled it down in one breath. 

Some sparks, a round of collective gasps and within the next minute, Pansy was no longer a half-canary-half-human—although, a strand of her hair black hair was still a bit yellow.

What you did next, surprised everyone though. 

“Here.” You sighed, handing Pansy the pumpkin juice. “It’s only fair.” 

“Why, this is unexpected.” Pansy said, reaching for the cup and dunking the entire contents of it on your head. 

“Wait, those muffins were antidotes?” Draco rubbed his face in confusion. 

“Only some.” The twins replied in unison with their eyes still fixed on the exchange taking place in between you and Pansy Parkinson. 

“You know, Pumpkin juice also stains quite a bit.” Pansy broke into a small smile. “And your dress, just so conveniently happens to be white.” 

~~~

Pansy Parkinson was many things. 

She was a prefect back in fifth year, she was one of Draco Malfoy’s many ex girlfriends, she was glamorous, polished, ruthless and sometimes outright mean.

But the way she behaved all cold and conniving was just a means to hide how vulnerable and insecure she really was.

Her pretty coffin shaped nails and designer boots only managed to hide so much. 

In those rare moments where she smiled her true smile, the idea of being friends with her didn’t seem so preposterous. 

“100 points to Slytherin.” You gave Pansy a half smile in return before picking up Draco’s sweater from the ground. 

“Where are you going?” You heard Draco call out as you proceeded to walk away from the group. 

“To clean up.” 

“You know, you are right next to a lake right?” He pointed out, jogging behind you to keep up as you walked farther and farther away from the group till you were at a mossy and secluded lake shore. 

“I can’t swim.” You muttered, kneeling at the sore to splash some cool water onto your face. 

Draco was around all the time and it was starting to mess with your head.

He brought you food from four broomsticks and gave you his sweater. He stole decorations from the Muggle studies club just so you could have a perfect night with Blaise. 

He kissed you. 

He kissed you several times. 

“Draco, I know you are a stalker but you don’t have to follow me all the time.” You sighed, turning your head up to look at him.

His eyes matched the dark grey sky that was now starting to roar.

“Go back to the picnic, it looked like you were enjoying Fred and George’s company and may I remind you that Astoria is there too?” 

He just stared at you, hands shoved into his pockets, without blinking those blue-grey eyes even once.

“You can’t swim?”  He finally asked.

“Seriously? You are just going to ignore everything else I just said?” You threw your hands up in frustration, splashing droplets of lake water his way. 

He didn’t say a word, just took a step forward and kneeled down next to you. 

“Go back, Draco.” You said firmly. 

Leave it to Draco Malfoy to do the exact opposite as you observed him quietly kick off his shoes. 

“What are you—”

The rest of your words were drowned out by the sound of the large splash in the otherwise still water when Draco threw himself into the lake.

Before you could find the time to panic or hyperventilate, he quickly emerged from the water and slicked back his hair.

The wet fabric of his cotton shirt was sticking to his body and your mind was suddenly reeling at the sight.

Draco brought his left hand above the water and you found yourself instantly wanting to reach out—to reach for him.

“Trust me on this, y/n.” He said, and you couldn’t figure out if it was a statement or a question from his side.

Even though you knew better than to grab his hand, you allowed your fingertips to gently trace his arm and Draco took that opportunity to pull you off the shore and into the cold water. 

You found your head submerged into the blue-black water and it suddenly felt like the lake was swallowing you whole until he finally pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. 

“I told you I can’t swim!” You accused, coughing and wrapping your arms around his neck for extra support. “I could have fucking drowned!” 

He just let out a quiet laugh and it made you furious.

You cursed.

you swore.

you complained.

You even whined and he just waited patiently, using one of his hands to plow the water till you were done. 

“Are you done throwing your tantrums, Catastrophe?” He chuckled, and you scowled at him before reluctantly resting your head on his shoulder. 

The distant cawing of crows was signalling the upcoming storm from the heavy clouds all around you.

Even though you knew a storm was close, there was just something about him that made you feel peaceful and still.

 It was like he was your own patch of sunlight through the cloud. Your own crepuscular ray.

“You think I’d ever let you drown, hm? He whispered softly into your earlobes, pulling you back into the present moment by running his hands up and down the exposed parts of your back.

“I’ll know when I safely make it safely to the shore.”  

He left a blistering sort of heat everywhere he touched—Your arms, your sides, your back, your thighs.

 His touch was a sharp contrast to the coolness of the water.

You closed your eyes and held in a breath when you noticed that his face had drawn in closer and closer to the base of your neck.

When he finally attached his damp lips to the pulse point of your throat and started to suck softly on the skin, you released that breath you were holding in the form of a soft whimper. 

You dug your fingernails into his biceps as he continued to place slow, soft, open mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck, your shoulders and décolletage.

Just when you were convinced the areas he kissed, the places he’d carelessly marked in blue and purple were about to burst up in flames, rain started to pour.

Soon, those livid bruises on your neck were covered in glistening raindrops.

Those rain drops even caught onto his eyelashes, his lips, his hair, his jaw making him look like he was a celestial being.

You backed away and pressed your forehead on his.

You noticed that his top two shirt buttons were undone like always and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers along his buttons and the exposed parts of his chest.

You even went so far as to let your fingers ghost along his flesh before quickly retreating. 

“You’re doing it again aren’t you?.” He breathed, inching his face closer to yours. 

“Doing what?”

His right hand met your shoulder, and he slowly trailed them upwards till his fingers could grasp the hairs at the base of your neck. 

He was close.

So very close. 

“Pretending like nothing is happening between us.” 

“But this would change everything, Draco..” You began with your fingertips brushing across his chest and resting on the left side. Right above his heart. “You know it would.”

Just hearing the palpitations of his heart made it seem like it would be utterly wrong of you to assume nothing was going on. 

Nobody’s heart pounds that way when there is nothing. 

“Que sera, sera.” He said in a hoarse whisper.

You nodded and your lips finally met his.

~~~

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End of chapter notes: in the original Draft, Draco was the one who was going to say “Enough! All of you.” Not Pansy. You’ll understand why in the next part.

[tortilla-of-courage]

Skyward Sword - comparing NPC names in English and Spanish

For this I’ll be comparing mainly 2 (technically 3) translations of SkSw: English (ENG), Spanish (Latinamerica) (ESP-LA) and Spanish (Spain) (ESP-SP). If available, I’ll add the Japanese (JP) too. The spanish ones might be the same in some cases, which will be marked as (ESP). (I might also add an extra translation or two if i know them)

Link (リンク - Rinku), Zelda (ゼルダ - Zeruda) and Impa (インパ - Inpa) stay the same in all translations. Some of them have some minor changes tho (beware of slight spoilers for SkSw)

(Special thanks to @sunnylaurels for sharing the Japanese names for the Skyloft NPCs! And to @attllhak for sharing some French ones! - Really Long post under cut)

Main/Important Characters

Fi (ENG) - Fay (ESP) - ファイ (Fai) (JP)

These are basically the same, just different spelling. There’s a lot of speculation as to what Fi’s name is based on. For some reason I like to think it’s because of “Wi-Fi” but anything goes

Ghirahim (ENG) - Grahim (ESP) -  ギラヒム (Girahimu) (JP)

This one’s interesting because both ‘translations’ are technically right. English follows it more “to the letter” doing “Gira” as “Ghira”, while Spanish interprets it as “Gra” since Japanese doesn’t do the two-different-consonants together thing, but overall both are the same

Groose (ENG) - Vilán (ESP-LA) - Malton (ESP-SP) -  バド (Bado) (JP)

Groose, Groose, Groose. Probably the main character with the MOST changes. “Bado” seems to be referencing the Japanese pronunciation of “bird”, but could also be interpreted as “Birdo”. LA Spanish’s “Vilán” is sometimes seen as referencing the english “Villain”, but recently @/deerdroo pointed out to me it’s most definitely referencing the “Gavilán” bird, which resembles a little eagle (Wikipedia calls it a “sparrowhawk” in English). Not sure what Spain’s doing with “Malton” but I like it. And of course “Groose” follows the bird naming theme most of Skyloft has (referencing grouse and goose). Also his name in French is “Hergo”

Demise (ENG) - El Heraldo de la Muerte (ESP) -  終焉の者 (Shūen no Mono) (JP)

Okay this guy. “終焉の者” could be translated as “The One Who Brings The End”, according to @/sunnylaurels. So, in a way, I guess it makes sense for the English translation to just grab “Demise” for the name but also I feel it REALLY takes away from how it’s a Title rather than a name? He’s an ancient being, him existing as a “concept” and having no name adds a lot to his character imo. Anyways, “El Heraldo de la Muerte” would translate as “The herald of death” or “the messenger of death”, which is like really ominous i think - imagine having to fight some guy and everyone on earth calls him the messenger of death. I’d be so scared. Yes I’m very aware Demise means Death i just think it’s silly he just gets called that and that’s it. Also i keep reading it as Denise so really, who’s losing here? Not me. 

As a fun add-on to this, in German his name can be translated to “Death-bringer” (thanks @/aureateart), while in French it’s Avatar du Néant, which would translate to “Avatar of the Void” (thanks @/attllhak)

The Imprisoned (ENG) - El Cautivo (ESP-LA) - El Durmiente (ESP-SP)

“El Cautivo” basically means The Imprisoned, but “El Durmiente” means “The Sleeping One”, which... fits, but also i find it a bit funny, not sure why. Fight the sleepy avocado everyone

Deities + The Surface’s Main Places’ Names

The Goddesses stay the same in these translations too:

Din (ENG, ESP) - ディン (Din) (JP)

Nayru (ENG, ESP) - ネール (Nēru) (JP)

Farore (ENG, ESP) - フロル (Furoru) (JP)

Hylia (ENG, ESP) - ハイリア (Hairia) (JP)

The dragons, for the most part, too. The only one that really changes is Faron, which changes to “Farone” much like in Twilight Princess with the Light Spirit of the same name.

Eldin (ENG, ESP) - オルディン (Orudin) (JP)

Lanayru (ENG, ESP) - ラネール (Ranēru) (JP)

Faron (ENG) - Farone (ESP) -  フィローネ (Firōne) (JP)

Levias (ENG) - Narisha (ESP)

I couldn’t for the life of me find Levias’ name in Japanese, but considering EVERY translation EXCEPT English has him as Narisha? i’m gonna take a wild guess and say it’s ナリシャ (Narisha) or similar. His name Levias is based off the word Leviathan. And Fun fact! Did you know the spaniard Zelda Wiki lists him as being one of the dragons? as in, him being a whale-shaped dragon? yeah.

The Surface (ENG) - Las Tierras Inferiores (ESP)

Las Tierras Inferiores would translate as “The Lower Lands”

Faron Woods (ENG) - Bosque de Farone (ESP)

Eldin Volcano (ENG) - Volcán de Eldin (ESP)

Lanayru Dessert (ENG) - Desierto de Lanayru (ESP)

These ones mean the same for the most part, just with the change of Faron to Farone.

Skyloft / The Sky - Places and Animals

The Sky (ENG) - El Cielo (ESP-LA) - Celéstea (ESP-SP)

“El Cielo” literally means The Sky, while Celéstea would be a play on “Celestial” (From the Heavens/Skies). Fun side note - “El Cielo” also means “Heaven”, so when i was younger everytime i went back to the sky i’d be like “rip Link he’s dead :/”

Skyloft (ENG) - Neburia (ESP-LA) - Altárea (ESP-SP)

Neburia, from what I learned after a 4 am Wikipedia dive, could be based off the word “Nébula”, which can mean “Cloud”. It basically means “Cloud Town”. Altárea, I think??? would be based off the word “Alto” which means “High (Altitude)” so basically, “A Place High Up”? If anyone wants to comment on this i’d appreciate it

The Lumpy Pumpkin (ENG) - La Calabaza Flotante (ESP-LA) - Calabarza’s (ESP-SP)

“La Calabaza Flotante” literally means “The Floating Pumpkin”, while “Calabarza’s” is a really clever play on Calabaza and bar. I’m not sure what the name of the island itself is in english, but in Spanish it’s “Isla Calabaza” (Pumpkin Island) (ESP-LA) and “Calabia” (word play on “Pumpkin Place”) (ESP-SP)

Loftwing (ENG) - Neburí (ESP-LA) - Pelícaro (ESP-SP)

Neburí would also come from Nébula, so it’d translate to something like “Cloudy (thing)”? possibly. Pelícaro seems like a play on the word “Pelícano” which means Pelican.

Remlit (ENG) - Lémury (ESP) - Remuri (JP)

Lémury is a play on “Lémur”, probably because of Remlits’ ringed tails. Remuri might be the same play of words. 

Skyloft/The Sky - NPCs

(I might revisit some of these at one point since some of the references they could have flew over my head!) (haha get it? flew? the sky? ok)

Batreaux (ENG) - Mursego (ESP-LA) - Batolo (ESP-SP) - Morusego (JP)

My friend! my buddy! Batreaux is an obvious play with “Bat”, since he kind of resembles one. This is kept in both Spanish names - Batolo seems like a combination of “Bat” and “Bartolo” (a spanish name), and Mursego is based off the spanish for Bat “Murciélago” (as well as being the closest to the Japanese “Morusego”!!). Keeps the “flying animal” theme in all three languages.

Beedle (ENG) - Terry (ESP) - テリー (Terī) (JP)

The man, the myth, the legend. Beedle’s name is similar to “beetle”, the insects he loves in BoTW and SS. Not sure what the deal with “Terry” and similar is. He keeps the “flying animal name” theme with Beedle, sort of, but loses it in every other translation (which, btw, is also Terry or a variant in most languages)

Bertie (ENG) - Arín (ESP-LA) - Alfred (ESP-SP) - Arin (JP)

This poor man. Working all day and all night. Bertie’s supposed to reference a type of sparrot called “lovebird” (the bird part). For Arín, besides being basically the same as Japanese, could reference the word “Cantarín”, which means “singsong” and is used to describe birds that sing a lot. Alfred... no clue.

Cawlin (ENG) - Corvy (ESP) - Ras (JP)

In the same way “Cawlin” references “caw”, which is the sound crows make, “Corvy” references this same bird, called “Cuervo” in Spanish. In french he’s “Orbo”, which if i had to guess also references crows.

Croo (ENG) - Gurriaco (ESP)

“Croo” could reference both the “cooing” of birds and “crow”, like Cawlin above. Gurriaco, if I reach enough, could be referencing “Urraca”, a type of bird in Spanish.

Dodoh (ENG) - Dodo (ESP) - Dodo (JP)

Referencing the extinct bird of the same name in all languages, I guess. 

Dovos (ENG) - Dombo (ESP)

Dovos feels like it’s referencing “Dove”. Dombo gives be “Dumbo” vibes - probably could reference it because he flies? not sure

Eagus (ENG) - Aquilo (ESP) - Igurusu (JP)

Eagus, Aquilo, and Igurusu are referencing Eagles. It’s more obvious in Eagus. The spanish for Eagle is “Águila”, which is just two letters off from Aquilo. 

Fledge (ENG) - Gruyo (ESP) - Sebasun (JP)

Fledge is referencing Fledgling, a young bird. Gruyo comes from “Gruya”, which is Crane in spanish. In french his name’s “Célestin”.

Gaepora (ENG, ESP-LA) - Gaépora (ESP-SP) - ゲポラ (Gepora) (JP)

Pretty much the same. His name is also a combination of the Owl from Ocarina of Time’s name “Kaepora Gaebora” (ENG, ESP) - ケポラ・ゲボラ (Kepora Gebora), probably because he looks a lot like the Sage of Light Rauru and the owl he turns into. One of the few Skyloftians not named after a bird in English, though technically he is if we consider the above?

Gondo (ENG, ESP-LA) - Dorcon (ESP-SP) - Doruko (JP)

Not sure what Gondo might be referencing bird-wise exactly? though i think “Gondo” is similar to “Gonzo” (from Wind Waker), with who I think shares some design aspects. Dorcon in Spain’s Spanish seems to just take from the original Japanese. In French his name’s also “Dorco”!

Goselle (ENG) - Alani (ESP) - Otaka (JP)

I’ll be real, not sure what’s going on with her names in either language. Goselle gives me bird vibes but i’m not sure. Alani reminds me of the spanish “Alaja”, which means Jewel

Greba (ENG) - Ornella (ESP) - Miho (JP)

Ornella reminds me of the word “Hornilla” (mute H), which is basically the hole where the heat comes out of in wooden ovens... but! according to the dictionary it also means “(a) hole where pigeons make their nest” so i guess it’s bird related too!

Gully (ENG) - Gabio (ESP-LA) - Gabi (ESP-SP) - Garu (JP)

Gully most definitely references a seagull. Gabio and Gabi references the same animal, but in spanish obviously - “Gaviota”. 

Henya (ENG) - Galina (ESP-LA) - Zenona (ESP-SP) - Heena (JP)

Henya references Hens, as does Galina (Hen being “Gallina” in Spanish). Zenona... uh.. not sure where that came from? I’m halfway through this post realizing i’d gladly accept comments from any spanish speaking person who wants to give an input on these things im missing 

Horwell (ENG) - Asteus (ESP) - Hoonelu (JP)

i’ll be real im not sure what Asteus is referencing. Horwell seems to be pretty close to the japanese for the most part though

Jakamar (ENG) - Carpín (ESP) - Geran (JP)

Carpín is most definitely referencing Wood Peckers (“Pájaro Carpintero”/Carpenter Birds)

Karane (ENG) - Grusi (ESP-LA) - Gracielle (ESP-SP) - Kuranu (JP)

Karane seems to be almost the same as in Japanese, while Spanish went crazy and gave her a completely different name, tho at least they’re kinda similar between each other. Also in french her name’s “Grida” (another Gr name!!)

Keet (ENG) - Pío (ESP-LA) - Pitxi (ESP-SP) - Michiru (JP)

Pío is, quite literally, the sound birds make (or the way we’d write that sound in spanish), especially chicks. Pitxi is a mystery to me

Kina (ENG) - Calabel (ESP-LA) - Calabelle (ESP-SP) - Panan (JP)

Calabel/Calabelle is referencing the spanish for Pumpkin, “Calabaza”, giving it a more feminine name-esque ending (like in Anabel/Anabelle)

Kukiel (ENG) - Picalia (ESP-LA) - Cuqui (ESP-SP) - Kuuko (JP)

Cuqui could be referencing that exact same word (often spelled “Kuki”) that just means “cute”. Picalia seems like a play with “pícara” which basically means “gremlin” (google translates it as “sassy” but im not sure if that word fits)

Luv (ENG) - Mandi (ESP-LA) - Amanda (ESP-SP) - Manda (JP)

Mandi and Amanda seem to stay close to the Japanese name, both of them being common spanish names. Luv, like i mentioned in Bertie’s part, would reference “love bird” (the love part)

Mallara (ENG) - Pati (ESP-LA) - Patty (ESP-SP) - Rubia (JP)

I only now realized Mallara is referencing mallard ducks. wow. Pati/Patty are just a common name in Spanish. Lil fun fact related to her Japanese name! Rubia means “blonde” in Spanish

Mia (ENG, ESP-LA) - Miwi (ESP-SP) - Mi (JP)

mia my baby girl. i love her. im yeeting her off Skyloft. seems they all reference meowing in some way

Orielle (ENG) - Corina (ESP) - Kuina (JP)

LISTEN. the other day i was trying to think just WHAT Corina could be referencing. And the only thing that popped into my brain is that “Corina” is the name they gave the bird Tokyo Mew Mew girl in LatinAmerica. It’s literally the only bird related thing i can think of. Also it sounds a bit like “Kuina”. French name is “Kinaé”, similar to Japanese!

Owlan (ENG) - Buhel (ESP) - Aoulu (JP)

Owlan seems to keep the owl theme across all three! Aoulu seems to just be “owl” quite literally, and Buhel is a play on the spanish for Owl (”Búho”)

Parrow (ENG) - Golondro (ESP) - Parou (JP)

Golondro comes from “Golondrina”, a type of bird! I think it’s called “swallow” in english ... so it kinda fits Parrow anyways! Also Parrow seems to be his japanese name too

Peater (ENG) - Panolo (ESP-LA) - Paul (ESP-SP) - Jakusin (JP)

This guy. man. Seems to be “Jackson” in Japanese? But everyone grabbed a P and ran. Panolo seems like a play on “Manolo”, a nickname for people with the name “Manuel” - maybe mixed with the P for “Pájaro”(Bird)? Paul’s just a common name as far as i know.

Peatrice (ENG) - Panalí (ESP-LA) - Paula (ESP-SP) - Jakuriinu (JP)

Peatrice seems to always be named after her dad. “Jackeline” in Japanese i believe, and barely “feminized” names for the rest. Panalí sounds a bit more like “panal”, the spanish for “hive” (as in beehive)

Piper (ENG) - Joana (ESP)

There’s not much to comment here. Joana’s a common name in Spanish

Pumm (ENG) - Vito (ESP-LA) - Ruperto (ESP-SP) - Puukin (JP)

I have NO clue where Vito came from. It sounds like a badly spelled “Victor”. Where did the Pumpkin theme go???? huh?????. Ruperto’s kind of the same? Unless i’m missing some pumpkin related words in spanish, it’s just a common name.

Pipit (ENG) - Cocu (ESP-LA) - Coocker (ESP-SP) - Kikoa (JP)

This guy. It seems a lot of languages kept the C/K sounds in his name? He’s Kiko in French and Cuco in german (thanks @/aureateart). They seem to reference cuckoo clocks maybe? and the german’s really close to cucco. 

Rupin (ENG) - Rupín (ESP-LA) - Milo (ESP-SP) - Kookin (JP)

Rupin/Rupin are referencing Rupees, since he’s the shopkeeper and the alike. Milo... I... I’m not sure what’s referencing?

Rusta (ENG) - Ganzo (ESP) - Rostaa (JP)

Rusta and Rostaa seem to be referencing Roosters, while Ganzo’s referencing the spanish for Goose! (Ganso)

Scrapper (ENG) - Serbot (ESP) - Sarubo (JP)

Including this lil guy here coz... why not? Serbot seems to be almost the same if not the exact name as Japanese (though Sarubo could just be Server?)

Sparrot (ENG) - Aspir (ESP-LA) - Gorronte (ESP-SP) - Subuha (JP)

Gorronte seems to be a play on “Gorrión” (Sparrow), so, pretty close to English. Aspir..... I’m not sure?

Strich (ENG) - Vestro (ESP) - Osta (JP)

Vestro, like Stritch, references Ostriches, with Ostrich in spanish being “Avestruz”. Seems Japanese references the same animal? and I think french too, since he’s “Latruche” in that language!

Wryna (ENG) - Elenia (ESP-LA) - Alisia (ESP-SP) - Arisu (JP)

Alisia seems to stick to the Japanese name Arisu (Alice), while Elenia went... a different direction. Elenia is a variation of a common spanish name, Elena.

[akaashiclub]

girls chase boys ☇ t.k.

☇ pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

☇ genre: fluff, oc is an absolute babie who has no shame, tsukishima goes from ‘she’s annoying’ to ‘she’s aight’ to ‘i may be lowkey in love w her it’s nbd tho’, oc will literally not give up, tsukishima is still a first year (word count: 4.1k)

☇ synopsis: usually when experiencing such a soul-crushing rejection, one would give up on their feelings, right? right?

☇ a/n: i binge-read some haikyuu fanmanga and i was ~inspired~ plus like... this trope?? persistant bubbly x uninterested cold is?? literally everything?? (playlist link: here)

“i like you!!!”

you kind of felt like the main character of a shoujo, with the wind making your hair dance in the air

standing face to face with your longtime crush

(and by longtime, you mean about two months)

that’s when it all started

no— it was earlier

the orientation ceremony

all the first years standing in neat, organized rows, listening to the principal give a welcoming speech

at least, that’s what you were supposed to be doing

in reality, your eyes were trained on the 188cm tall blonde in the row in front of you

you couldn’t see the stage— also, you didn’t care

bc ~he~ was in front of you

tsukishima kei

you learned his name later when you discovered you were in the same class

and he sat in the adjacent row, one seat forward

the absolutely perfect position to stare at his side profile the entire class

and that is exactly what you did for two months

that and gathering info on him

tsukishima kei, 188.3cm (now 190.1), born on september 27th, best friends with yamaguchi tadashi, #11 on the karasuno volleyball team

and then there you were, confessing your undying love to him

...or something like that

“no thanks. not interested.”

usually, that would soul-crushing enough to make them leave him alone

not you <3

the giggle that escapes your lips makes his eyebrow twitch on confusion for a second

“that’s okay~” you respond. 

(that’s okay ?)

(what the fuck kind of response is that being rejected ???)

(yours!!!!)

you’re exhaustingly persistent, as tsukishima comes to find out

or should i say—

“tsukki~!!” 

the hair on his neck rises when you flounce into homeroom with that sing-song tone

you plop down into the seat in front of him (key note: not yours) and rest your elbows on his desk with a little grin

“don’t call me that,” (he doesn’t look up from his book)

“what~! why not?”

“only my friends call me 'tsukki’”

you snort, scooting a little closer

“that’s mean. how many times have we walked home together, and we still aren’t friends?”

“you followed me home, i didn’t consent.”

“‘followed you’?” you pout. “we live on the same road, naturally we’d walk home together,”

he doesn’t respond, just flips to the next page in his book

“do you have volleyball club today~?”

ignored. 

lol

she stays strong!! she doesn’t give up in the face of adversity!!!

“you don’t have to answer, i already know you do.” you chirp. “it’s boring walking home without you... maybe i’ll come with you today~!”

it’s like talking to a wall

(a very cute, 190cm, blonde, glasses-wearing wall.)

(🥰)

instead of responding, he puts his headphones on and keeps reading 

a small exhale escapes your lips, and one of the girls in the next row over leans towards you

“y/n... i think it’s a lost cause...”

“he’ll come around eventually,” you shoot her a smile, and then turn back to tsukki

you lean forward, reaching towards his head and tugging the headphones down around his neck

and when he looks up (he does within an instant), you shoot him a sly smile

several students around you gasp

after all, who would dare bother tsukishima with his headphones on??? that’s some instant death shit

“move.”

“i like being this close to you though,” you tease

and he rolls his eyes, standing up and heading for the exit of the classroom

the shock in the classroom — that you’re still ALIVE — is clear

your friend from before gapes 

“y-y/n what are you playing at??”

“courtship,” you sigh dramatically, and hop to your feet to chase after the blonde monster

“tsukki~!! are you getting lunch?? wait for me~!!”

everyone on the first floor knows: it’s become the norm to see tsukishima, book in hand, headphones around neck, and followed by a chirpy pipsqueak 

even yamaguchi doesn’t stick as closely to him as ‘tsukishima’s lapdog’ (as you’ve started being called by the fellow first years) does

the nickname doesn’t really bother you

after all, it’s just a reminder of your determination and refusal to give up

which is a virtue, in your mind!!

some people feel bad for tsukishima, constantly being bothered by you for weeks on end

others admire your stubbornness

and one group of people you can always count on supporting you are the karasuno volleyball club <3

ever since you started showing up to their practices 

and all their practice matches and official games too

they all befriended you

but you grew tired of just sitting and watching tsukki on the sidelines, so you asked coach ukai if you could help out during practices!!!

there can’t rly be ... three managers... so you suggested retrieving balls or being tsukki’s personal assistant

he saw right through you <3 

but it’s ok bc he thought it would be entertaining and agreed

tsukki: angy

even when he’s annoyed he’s cute tho <33 and you make sure to tell him that <333

and so! you get tsukki’s water, towels, etc etc (ofc u help other ppl too when they need it but tht’s what the two managers r for... tsukki is ur #1)

the other players are like 0.0 she’s kinda scary... but cute at the same time doe... 

one day you’re in a particularly good mood (aka: a bad day for tsukki lol)

“tsukki~!”

“don’t call me that.”

“i want to tell you something,”

the whole gym is kinda just 👁️👄👁️ waiting to see what happens

“what? i need to change, hurry it up.”

ur inner monologue: kdNNN even when he’s mean he’s cute!!!!

but anyways:

“i like you,”

hinata, kageyama, tanaka, noya, literally everyone: 😳😨 mf what—

sugawara’s like “oh god he’s just reject her and crush her heart... right in front of EVERYONE—”

“not interested.” tsukki says, and his tone isn’t any less cold than usual

u kno that anime lightning effect when the character’s body is joLtED...

tht’s everyone else in the gym

tanaka and nishinoya are highkey ready to let you cry into their jerseys when—

you laugh

you right after being mercilessly rejected: 🥰

you can’t help it !!!!! it’s not discouraging you ok??? you alr knew what he’d say!!! but you had to tell him <3 can’t let him forget tht he’s the ✨love of your life✨

entire gym: s h o o k

“did she just  l a u g h??”

“is she okay?? no srsly”

“what... just happened”

tsukki walks off, water bottle in hand

you follow after him, bouncing on the soles of your feet 

“don’t forget your towel~! want me to wipe off your sweat~?”

“no thanks.”

cue fading banter between you two as he goes to change his clothes

he has to be like hOe GeT oUT for you to not go into the locker room lmfao damn... thirsty bitch... same tho

later tanaka and noya (feat. hinata who just wants to be included) jump tsukki

“shE LAUGHED WHEN U REJECTED HER??? IS SHE OK???”

“she confesses to me every week. she’ll do it again. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“not thAT BIG— can u imagine if kiyoko liked us that much.... ”

(cue tanaka sobbing)

tsukki was right tho

after the third time you randomly confessed to him in front of them they were just like

same shit different day, anyways rolling thunder

but they still highkey adopted you

so they go grr grr when tsukki rejects you all cold and shit

shockingly tho??? the more you confess the less it’s “not interested” and more just “*sigh*”

is this... PROGRESS???

but the zero braincell triad cornered him again in the locker room one day 

(it’s their trademark)

(nishinoya) “so why do you keep rejecting her??”

(hinata popping in) “yea she’s super dedicated and helpful!!!”

(tanaka lowkey shuddering) “she’d probably let herself get hit in the face w a volleyball if u asked”

(and tanaka would be: correct)

(but anyway)

“she was annoying,”

“she... ‘was’ annoying???”

“... she IS annoying”

“tsukki... do you possibly like her??? but you’ve gotten so used to rejecting her that it’s automatic now??”

tsukki’s like V.V

“you’re reading too much into it,”

sage!nishinoya is about to probe deeper but at that moment you pop your head around the corner of the locker room and shout

“tSUKKI~!!!”

and they all scatter to hide themselves while shrieking

except tsukki, who is already clothed and gives zero fucks lmao

but anyways!!! a couple weeks pass and takeda got y’all set up with a practice match !!

with who?? nekoma!!!

hinata is like 🤩🤩 kENMA!!

only players and members of the club are supposed to go rly....

but you’re like “??? i’m tsukki’s personal assistant are you trying to take away my rights??? i’ll sue you” and coach ukai gives in sdjfkf

“tsukki can i sit with you~?”

yamaguchi about to sit there: 👁️👄👁️ bruh

tsukki doesn’t say yes but he also doesn’t say no :D

 “what’re you reading?”

“english book,”

you’re like: wait— mf hold up... did he actually just answer ??

tsukki simp mode: ACTIVATED

“can i see??”

“you’re failing english, you won’t be able to read it.”

“ouch,” you pout, but there’s a small smile on your lips. “but how’d you know i was failing english?”

he doesn’t respond

“i guess it is unfair that i know everything about you and you don’t know anything about me...” you sigh

“you don’t know everything about me,” he retorts, still not looking up from his book

hehe~ gotcha

“oh? test me,” you grin, scooting closer to him

“don’t wanna.”

“you’re just scared i do know everything,” you say smugly, trying to bait him

“bet you don’t know everything about me!!!” hinata pops up from the seat in front of you

“you’re right, i don’t,” 

(he pouts and disappears again)

“tsukki~” you whine. “tsukkiiiii~ i’m bored.”

“so?”

“can i wear your headphones?”

“no thanks. i don’t wanna get headlice.”

you scowl. “mean,”

you bite your cheek, staring a hole in the side of his head but he doesn’t even blink

if tsukki could major in ignoring you people, he’d have straight A’s

fortunately, you have ways to counter this

“kei~~” you whisper a little too close to his ear, and he jolts up

you try not to let the amusement show on your face, but you can’t help it

glaring at you, he pulls his headphones off his head and puts them on yours

“now be quiet,”

“mm~” you chuckle

a couple hours later, you pull into the parking lot of nekoma

the friend groups pair off, and kuroo makes a beeline for tsukki, only to catch sight of you

“hey four-eyes— who’s this?”

tsukki glances down at you, to which you shoot him a sugary smile

“dunno,” he says, and walks off

you wave to kuroo with a sunny grin

“i’m y/n~! i’m tsukki’s personal assistant and future wife~”

his eyebrows rise, and with a quick bow, you bounce after the blonde

once the group is all in the gym, practice jerseys are handed out and you help yachi and shimizu prepare the water and towels

you’re about to make a beeline for tsukki, when someone calling your name stops you

“y/n! wanna get me some water?” kuroo calls

you only blink for a moment before hopping to it, darting across the gym

for the rest of the day, kuroo is constantly calling for you—

“y/n! can you wipe the sweat off my neck?”

“hey, y/n, get me some water~”

“y/n!”

“y/n, over here!”

and by the time the several hours is over, you haven’t gotten to speak to tsukki once 🥺 snnff :(

when you finally get a free moment, you look around for him, but he’s nowhere to be found

sad face :(

and then !!!! turns out nekoma paid for bbq for everyone 🤩🤩 cats are so generous

and somehow??? you find yourself surrounded by nekoma players???

“here y/n, want some of my bbq?”

“no, take mine!!!”

“do you want any fruit?? i have some!!”

“you were so helpful today!! how’d you stay so energetic the whole time??”

you flash a smile, ready to charm the shit out of them, when a voice interrupts:

"hey, personal assistant.”

your eyes light up, bc you’d recognize that salty ass voice anywhere!!!

the guys around you part to reveal—

“tsukki!!!” you squeal, maybe a little too excitedly

“aren’t you supposed to be assisting me?? get me some food.”

you shove your plate into the free hand of one of the nekoma players (his name was... liam? lief... lev?) and dart to get tsukki something to eat

when you hand it to him, you flash him your most dazzling smile

“eat up! you worked hard today~”

he eyes you silently before digging in, and you smile absentmindedly while watching him

“why are you staring at me like that?”

“because i like you,” you respond without hesitation

he averts his eyes, but doesn’t say anything mean 

your stomach flips a little 

i’m coming for you, tsukishima kei.

on the ride home, you’re once again sitting next to him, and he gives up his headphones without a fight this time

you’re so tired from running around helping kuroo all day that you find your eyelids getting heavy as tsukki’s music plays in your ears

you try to subtly lean on his shoulder but he pokes you away 

you glare at him, pouting, but settle for leaning against the headrest

and then, you’re drifting off

..

and you’re having a strange dream

a pleasant dream, with fuzzy corners and honey-colored light streaming across the scene, but still strange

in this dream, he’s kissing you

it’s not like you haven’t had dreams like this before, it’s just that this one feels so much more vivid

and yet blurry at the same time

even when the dream ends and you blink back into consciousness you can still distinctly feel his lips against yours

his glasses brushing against your cheek

his fingers interlacing with your hair

a warm smile curls up your lips as you grasp lingering wisps of the dream, when—

“you’re drooling.”

your eyes snap open and you jolt up, furiously wiping the side of your mouth

“am not!!”

tsukishima blinks uninterestedly from the empty bus aisle, arms crossed

“dreaming about something vulgar?”

you grin, resting your chin on your palm

“would you like to hear ab—?”

he’s just “nope,” and turns towards the exit

hopping out of the seat, you follow him

“it was such a nice dream,” you sigh

“must’ve been, if you were drooling that much.”

“i was not—”

and then you notice something

everyone else is already gone from the bus

“wait a minute... did you wait for me?”

you hear a scoff

bUt hE dOEsNt DeNy iT

“you WAITED for me!!!!” you exclaim, happiness radiating off you in waves

“if i’d left you on the bus, nishinoya and tanaka would’ve killed me if i didn’t,” he says curtly

but you are, after all, the human equivalent of ‘this sign can’t stop me because i can’t read’

or that tiktok trend 

tsukishima: i don’t like you, i only waited for you because i was literally forced at gunpoint 

y/n: 🎶i waited for you🎶

the next day, it’s practice as usual at the karasuno gym

but?? sniff sniff someone is here that shouldn’t be

this rando first year has been pacing around right outside the gym entrance

and all the vbc members are like 👁️ whomst?

and when you finally arrive (right along behind tsukki)

he yells out your name

and holds out a bouquet of flowers <3 how cute

“y/n, um— i, i know you don’t know me but i’ve liked you since the orientation ceremony!!! i think you’re really pretty and cute and smart—”

cue a quiet scoff from tsukki, “if she’s his definition of smart, then how dumb is he?”

cue sugawara jabbing his side (sugamama is protective of his child y/n)   

“—and i know you like tsukishima, but i hope you’ll give me a chance!! i can make you happier than him!!”

at this point, everyone in the gym is watching like 👁️ oh?? TEA?? 

and is that... is that an aura of raging irritation coming from tsukishima?? 

you open your mouth to politely reject the guy, when

literally out of nowhere tsukki just  a p p e a r s

“hey, idiot. aren’t you supposed to be my personal assistant?? go set out the volleyballs instead of flirting,”

you dip your head and smile apologetically at the guy before heading towards the store room

and after that, you notice tsukki is a bit harsher, a bit more off his game, a little more easily irritated than usual

during a free moment, you nudge tanaka

“doesn’t he seem like he’s in a bad mood??”

zero braincell tanaka is like “??? isn’t he always like that??”

“no... something is definitely off today...”

what . could it be . i wonder .

every time you try to do your usual “tsukki~!!” he just turns away and ignores you

doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary, but you can just tell something is wrong

you still have no idea why he’s acting like this by the time practice ends

and when you go to the locker room to find him (so y’all can walk home together), he’s already gone :(

so, a little more droopy than usual, you head out

only to be surprised by a voice when you step outside

“took you long enough,”

you whip around to see tsukki leaning against the wall with crossed arms

he clicks his tongue and then sets off

and when you don’t immediately follow him, he glances over his shoulder

“are you coming or not?”

sdjfksjsdkjfsdjf smmpdfhsdf !!!!!!!

it’s just one sentence, and it doesn’t really mean anything

but hearing the words makes something incredibly warm bloom in your chest

you grin

“of course i am,”

that feeling lasts well into the next morning, but is replaced by a nauseating knot in your stomach when you arrive at school

because everyone’s whispering about one thing:

“tsukishima got called to the principal’s office!!!”

“whaaat ! why??”

“i heard he was caught with the answers for the upcoming exam!!”

your stomach . clenches

and before anybody can say another word, you’re sweeping out the door and down the hall

and in less than 30 seconds, you’re slamming open the door to the principal’s office

the principal and tsukki both look up, equally shocked at your sudden appearance

“y/n, what—”

you ignore him for the first time in your life

“sir, i need to tell you something.”

the principal is just like “... ?? can it wait??”

“no, it can’t.” you take several steps forward “the test answers, they—”

“y/n, don’t—”

you ignore him for the second time in your life again

“they’re mine,”

the principal blinks 

“then why was tsukishima found holding them before class??”

“yesterday, they must’ve fallen out of my backpack. he probably picked them up without knowing what they were, so please don’t punish him,” you bow. “punish me instead,”

.. y/n dumb bitch

yea, you’re suspended for two weeks

and ofc there’ll be a mark on your record

plus you’re automatically given a fail for the upcoming exam so you’ll have to retake it later oof....

but as much as all that sucks, you don’t regret it bc you’d rather take the fall than let tsukki be wrongly accused and suffer for it

but honestly the break from school is kinda vibes 🥴

don’t even think about the homework you’ll have to make up

your phone is blowing up with texts from your friends

including your surrogate dads and moms from the karasuno vbc 🤧 they’re so worried about you

you’re sad you have to miss practice for such a long time but... you don’t regret your decision

“y/n!!” your little sister knocks on your door “one of your classmates is here for you,”

“‘kay!!” you call back, checking the time

shidt bitch time flies when you’re watching anime alone in your bedroom

you hop up and open your bedroom door to come face to face with the one. the only. tsukishima kei

your eyes are like O.O 

“tsukki??? what are you doing here??” you grin “are you here because you’re worr—”

“no,” he cuts you off “i’m here to deliver your homework,”

“you could’ve given it to my sister, y’know,” you tease. “why’d you come all the way to my bedroom?? you missed me, hm?”

he doesn’t answer, instead surveying the room before sitting down on the edge of your bed

you blink, surprised he didn’t comeback with a cold retort

“tsukki?” you ask quietly, sliding into your desk chair

after a moment of silence, he fixes you with a stoic gaze

“why’d you lie?”

“because... because i couldn’t let you take the blame for that. i don’t know what happened, but i know you weren’t cheating. i know it.”

“neither were you. what’s the difference?”

you press your lips together in a frustrated pout

“the difference is that it’s you!!! i’m mediocre. i’m not outstanding. i’ll go to an average college either way, and it’ll be fine. but you..! you’re so smart!! and talented!!! you could do anything you want!!! you could get into an elite college!! the last thing you need is for some stupid misunderstanding to sully your transcript—”

“y/n—” he tries to cut in, but you bulldoze right over him

“— and i know you probably think what i did was useless and unhelpful, but i don’t care!!! i don’t care about a mark on my transcript, or being suspended, or failing all my exams, or even being expelled—”

“y/n—”

“— but i absolutely refuse to let that happen to you!! you’re too special for—”

this time, it’s not him speaking that interrupts you

this time, it’s him kissing you

you nearly combust on the spot

tsukki— tsukishima kei is kissing you

he’s leaning over you, with one hand on the chair’s armrest and the other steadying your head with his fingertips

your stomach does several full somersaults 

and then, all too quickly, he pulls away and returns to his spot on your bed

you stare, eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape

“w— what was— why did—”

“you wouldn’t stop talking,” he mutters, eyes focused a little too hard on the wall

for a moment, you’re too shocked to move

and then your 🥰tsukki🥰 mode activates

and you just fuckin LUNGE at him

“y/n??? what—!”

kisses!!! kisses on his cheeks!! his nose!!! his forehead!!!

and shockingly he doesn’t?? push you off??

me heart just skipped a beat wjdkfjs

he’s just like “y/n, you’re fogging up my glasses, please stop,”

“i refuse!!!! i’ve been waiting months to do this!!!!!”

once he manages to de-suction you from him, you fix him with doe eyes and a cheeky grin

“hey, tsukki??”

“.. what?”

“i like you,”

he blinks

adjusts his glasses

“make sure to finish that homework. i’m bringing tomorrow’s homework too,”

as he’s leaving, you hope he can feel your glowing smile on his back

the next day, you get a message from the school letting you know that your suspension and other punishments have been retracted

as the real culprit of the cheating was found

an unannounced locker-search discovered several exam cheatsheets almost exactly like the one tsukki found in the locker of a student, and the school realized their mistake <3 how nice of them

and that meant you were free to return to school, name cleared!!!

the volleyball club was eagerly awaiting your return

so when they saw tsukki arrive for practice, they expected you’d be following right along behind him

but instead???

you were koala-ing on his abdomen

“bro... did you carry her all the way here like that??”

“the real question is why he allowed it,”

you shoot a blinding grin at the guys 

“he can at least do this much for his girlfriend~!”

the entire gym is like WhA T !!!!! 

“hE SAID YES???”

“nope,”

“he... asked you out?? then??”

“also no...” 

“did he at least tell you he liked you...?”

“...”

“NISHINOYA STOP SHE’S TEARING UP,” sugamama to the rescue

you let go of tsukki and half the team goes IN on him

“dude wtf!!! she got suspended for you and you didn’t even at least tell her you like her???”

“not just suspended, almost expelled!!!”

“yeah that!!!”

“i say we kill tsukki,”

“tanaka no,”

“GUYS!!” angry!daichi makes an appearance “it’s time for practice!!!”

grumbling, the team disperses

you’re about to head to the store room to help get out the practice equipment, when—

“y/n.”

you turn “hm?”

he’s silent for a moment

“i wouldn’t have kissed you if i didn’t like you.”

your face flushes a deep red

but then he adds, “either time.”

either...? time...?

W A I T

your eyes POP OUT

“that— that wasn’t a DREAM???”

he doesn’t answer, just heads onto the court

but you think you see a slight smirk

and maybe... just maybe?? 

his ears are a little more red than usual.

[ryoshan]

after the fall spoilers /

when u wanna liveblog but ur the first person you know to start/finish reading: a collection of disorganised and contextless thoughts by an excitable brit

book: mentions weiss and ruby 

me: SCREAMING

fox is from vacuo!!!!!! i am VINDICATED 

ADA ADA ADA ADA 

split point of view per chapter is sososososososoososos GOOD SO GOOD DO GOOD 

nothing will beat novels for their ability to drop explicit details in a short period of time 

VELVET HAS A PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY 

coco adele? was that a typo? or is adele her middle name? stylistic choice? hmm 

what a fucking show off our boy fox is 

tiny criticism: pls stop knocking on about coco’s fashion sense we get it you’re doing that thing where you boil her down to one trait, hopefully this will happen less as the book goes on 

FOX CLAPPED HIS HANDS TO HIS EYES. “OH NO!” HE SAID. “WHYYYYYYY?” 

this initiation is some juicy fucking lore my guys 

y.. yatsuhashi CAN FUCK WITH MEMORIES???

dyou think when fox stutters over a word in team cfvy’s mental group chat, coco, yatsuhashi and velvet repeat his mistake back at him 

i am supremely interested to know how fox’s semblance interacts with rens

i literally fucking winded myself at the start of chapter 5 gasping so hard 

“she looked like she had a mortal wound in her side” OH HAHA VERY FUNNY I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE 

coco mentoring ruby has given me more life than anything so far

WEISS DONT BE MEAN TO YATSUHASHI 

oh im not comfortable with weiss calling fox red that sounds very weird and not at all in character it sounds too much like torchwick and im not about making that association 

WHY WOULD HER HAND GO TO MYRTENASTER ARE YOU REALLY GONNA FIGHT FY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY WEISS?

i really did forget how much of an ego weiss has right in the beginning ive been writing her post development for too long 

BLAKE N VELVET BLAKE N VELVE T once again i gasped so hard my lungs hurt 

wow huh okay blake being violent is..... a surprise 

“I don’t believe in fighting prejudice with violence” jess is vindicated im so proud of my wife

COCO WAS GOING TO LIKE HER, VELVET THOUGHT you’re damn right she does

i dont like velvet and coco fighting ):

fox as the hardcore realist i am once again, VINDICATED

velvet employing the same words to gus as blake did to her..... aaa.....

yatsuhashi’s semblance makes me sad cause imagine if he made someone he thought cared about him forget him and it turned out to be really easy

UGH THE THEME IN THIS BOOK IS LEARNING LESSONS AND ITS SO APPARENT AAAAAA

fox and ruby interacted...... thank you for my life............

the inclusion of not only yatsu asking velvet to guide him so he can be better in terms of his language but also an active example of this happening is really pleasing to me 

as the player of a dnd character who always splits off from the group i can say with complete confidence fox splitting off from team cfvy in the sands of vacuo will almost certainly not go well

“she kept waiting for the others to see it” ;___;

PYRRHAAAA ;____________;

literally all it takes is her name and i am sad . 

this TEAM make my heart SURGE 

coco genuinely is the big explicit wlw i’ve been hoping for 

jesus christ coco hold urself together. 

fox vc alexa play darude: sandstorm 

OK BUT CYRANO IS MCFUCKING COOL MY DUDES I COULDNT HAVE IMAGINED SOMETHING LIKE THIS 

- as long as her remembered to charge his scroll. i knew it, boy’s gonna run out of battery . 

IF MY BOY GETS KILLED I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU ROOSTERTEETH

i love when things connect with canon i love it i love it 

why is coco of all people picking on velvet ): 

VELVET BITING BACK THO aaaaaa yay but also ):

uhg i love this fuck ign fami ly 

im.... emotional,,,,,

the cairn mission......... no wonder it was so hard..... im ): 

COCO FINALLY LETTIN VELVET DO SHIT YASS

I KNOW ITS JUST THE INDLUENCE OF GUS’ SEMBLANCE BUT IT MAKES ME SO SAD WHEN THEY FIGHT 

also im getting serious shadow of the colossus vibes

FOX BETTER NOT DIE BERTIE NEEDS TO GET FUCKED 

i love my son he’s so strong and smart 

theres so many death flags here i dont even know who they’re on anymore

lol jk he’s fine

i really love how sure of himself fox is and so he should be he’s fought really hard to be confident

it is REALLY cool seeing an actual scene from the show written from velvet’s perspective, im all about this 

moro is gonna be happy about glynda i know it she’s fab 

“we just need you to tell us everything” “ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING” ozpin still putting tremendous amounts of pressure on teenagers i see

“we prefer to speak with you individually so we can separate you from your support system while tugging on your vulnerabilities” 

yatsu getting mad ):

im not too fond on how blithely ‘coco never picked up on that’ regarding the finer points of velvet’s tendencies when coco has been established already as a people watcher and observational thinker.,

CFY TO THE RESCUE 

what the FUCK these adults???? hello????? “i deserved that” NO YOU DIDNT???? what did glynda think he was gonna do, stab ozpin??? 

“haha we broguth her here alone to TEST you!!! you passed because you came to her!!!! hahahahahah!!!!!!” fuck you ozpin 

no explanation as to WHY she had to be brought alone as if her ‘keen observational skills’ couldnt have been asked about in the presence of her team or indeed pulled fro the written report she’ll be making 

this is such a formative mission for them and i like it but damn ozpin really up here ruining it all 

the death flags were yatsu’s ALL ALONG 

oh god the impact of velvet using some of these weapons has not been lost on me and it must be devastating for her 

“if this didnt qualify, what did?” me when i get to the end of a game with 3468758976495 different things hoarded and dropping them all on the final boss

why are coco and velvet having a conversation like they’re about to die noones dying NOONES DYING 

nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCK RIGHT OFF WITH SHIFTING TO A FLASHBACK YOU WANKERS

thumbelina peach...? really???? but hey looks like beacon has more than 4 professors now

“noone knew what had frozen that beast there” interesting . 

its interesting to me that so far its been atlas thats been shown to be the least accepting of faunus but now its becoming clear mistral is worse, worse enough that velvet wont even consider going there

“velvet waited for someone to ask her what she wanted, but they never did” :( 

anyway i cant wait to see how coco is gonna make the blind worm her bitch

yatsu is so shy about his semblance im sad for him, 

I CANT BELIEVE I THOUGHT YOU WERE CUTE 

coco getting edward to help ;_____;

its both funny and depressing that sssn are here and sage and scarlet are still yet to have any actual fuckin lines or DESCRIPTORS for that matter 

fox tapping that @ everyone command and getting chewed out for it 

COCO YOU BITCH THAT WAS ART 

u kno whats getting me most? 

BOOK #2 WHEN???????????

[thirstyforred]

OC INFO MEME | Nam (The Witcher)

tagged by: @aroundofgwent thank you! it took me a bit tho :’D

tagging: @pissedoctahedron  @moonwich  @not–not @svartsnoe and whoever wants, just @ me i love seeing other people ocs~

BASICS

Full name: Namrevlis yn A´ghaen aep Vherithas, Nam for short

Gender: trans woman

Sexuality: bi

Pronouns: she/her

Family: Aen Saevherne, Elven Sages, love their science, tapping a bit into magic and genes, creating something with purpose. Some project are bigger, like Lara’s gene, and the other more practical, like A’ghean, The Silver. A’ghean were created and raised to be the fastest, the most ruthless, the best Wild Hunt Rider, real cadr of high-rank officers. But not much more than that, so Namrevlis might know names of her ancestors but never had a reason or way to actually meet them. All she really has are other Riders. There’re of course ones that she’s closer to, like Nithral and Delsingove, and after ending in Wyzima and spending some time with the boy Alvin, she starts to think about him as her kid.

OTHER

Birthplace: Somewhere in Aen Elle world.

Job(s): First Scout of Wild Hunt, responsible for mapping out and exploring the new worlds. Later, Monster Hunter, in Northern Realms

Phobias: More of existential fear. She likes people, likes spending time with them and laughing, and being part of something, so what she’s really scared is being alone. Not like a hermit, like on outskirts of cities, but alone in a dying world. Seeing eternal winter, White Frost consuming everything that was once green, and ruining cities, and knowing that there’s no one else to be here with here. And it’s very hard for someone who already saw Tedd Deireadh and knows it’s very much real.

Guilty pleasures: A bit of gamble in a dice game, and a glass of good mead, maybe smoking some herbs once in a while. She likes fine garments, pretty silks and soft furs, though she tries not to spend all her gold on these.

Hobbies: There’s something about riding fast horse thru the field… It might be about wind in hair, or about the feeling of animal’s muscles working underneath the saddle. Maybe that little bit of freedom in choosing your own course. 

MORALS

Morality alignment: Chaotic neutral

Sins Bad qualities: arrogant, materialistic, ruthless, proud, compulsive, vengeful

Virtues Good qualities: loyal and sympathetic towards people she knows quite good. While she’s temperamental, she often knows not to act on those feelings and just do what needs to be done.

THIS OR THAT?

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded (like in the stubborn)

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in between (she recognizes the chain of command or when someone speaks from experience, but if she really hates someone she won’t listen to their words)

cautious / reckless / in between (she might be calm but there’s still 70% chance she will do something more or less reckless, especially if there’s a chance to show-off)

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible 

empathetic / unempathetic (how really understands human emotions anyway?)

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in between (it’s XIII century my guys, we’re gay!)

hard-working / lazy / unmotivated

RELATIONSHIPS:

OTP: Nam x Nithral. Nithral was fellow Rider, more rational and cautious, but when needed just as wild as she. They were trained together and that thing between them, camaraderie, brotherhood, with time grew into something more intimate. They were together in their lowest and greatest moments, in unknown words and their own four walls in Tir ná Lia, and even if they never said it at loud, they just knew. But Nam ended up in the world of humans and Aen Seidhe, and some time passed and other things happened, and the next time they met it was in the darkness under Velen. It seemed to be way too late to change sides or stop looking after Ciri.

Acceptable ships: There were other people, girls in brothels or militiamen whose cheeks burned after simple teasing… There was also Morvran Voorhis, a young general, another horse and horse racing enthusiast. They had some mutual friends in Novigrad and kept accidentally meeting each other, and really it wasn’t much of surprise that after the war they would together travel to City of Golden Towers, Nilfgaard.

OT3: Nam may talk sweetly and scandalize with her bold suggestions and flirts, but in the end, she prefers to have her eyes on only one person at the time.

BroTP: She makes friends so easily, yet every time she needs someone to help her understand ways of humans in the Northern Realms, she goes to Baroness Maria Luiza. They met in Wyzima, back when things were better for both of them, it was like in a novel they stumbled upon each other on market and immediately become best, closest friends. 

NOTP: The Sorceresses… They leave Nam completely out of her deep. They’re humans, but so different from other mortals it’s almost impossible to understand them, see through them. Are they friendly or very dangerous, or both? They can sweet like Merigold, or fierce like Yennefer, but is it really worth getting burn?

[gotakuofficial-blog]

Kyo - Impressionist Vignettes: OFFICIAL REVIEW

Written by Kisai The Spooniest Bard

[Foreword]:

To begin, Mike Faris AKA Kyo (FKA Demon Eyes Kyo) is an artist I respect immensely. He is also a dear friend and someone I consider a kindred soul. I take every verse he writes, sings and/or raps as a chance to understand more of his worldview and thought process. That said, I'm extremely honoured (so much so I just spelled honored with a FARKING letter U) to have been chosen as one of the trusted to review this, his debut album. I am Darris Marcell Kisai Parker, and this is Impressionist Vignettes by Kyo.

[Track 1ne] - Yasiin (prod. by kaptain planet): So from the start we get a gritty, dark boom bap jawn produced by the impeccable kaptain planet. It's always lit when planet links up with Kyo because Kyo starts to slip into his particular brand of what he calls "sophisticated ignorance", a glorious combination of swagger, hyperbole, and good old-fashioned dark humor. In this instance, however, Kyo's lyrics are more sober, less grandiose. He chooses to lampshade how basic and one-note some artists tend to be in their portrayals. He even pays homage to one of his fellow CPC member's songs (Views by Savior Monroe). And most of all, Kyo just makes it plain how serious he is in this outing. This one is less about stellar bars and schemes and more about the human experience as interpreted by Mike Faris. I'm here for it. Quotable: "Ain't my fault if the truth hurtin' ya feelin's. You ain't puttin' work with writtens murkin' the rhythm. You just jerkin' the listeners like jamaican chicken."

[Track 2wo] - Highland (prod. by Lé Real): An autobiographical stroll over a jazzy lofi road paved by a Castle In The Sky faithful, the uber-talented Lé Real. Here, Kyo talks about his old stomping ground, a place in Michigan called Highland. He highlights the rough yet sensitive nature of the milieu, the roaming opinions of passive observers looking in from the outside, the desperate grab for tough guy points by those who probably can't get into the Salty Spittoon otherwise, the ones who live in nicer areas, who don't really HAVE TO be in such an area. Kyo warns these folks about greenness of grass, and tells them in no plain terms to get a life of their own. This is the stuff I was looking for. And he delivered. Quotable: "A double-wide was like a luxury home! Havin' both parents there the rarest of luxuries tho and I know; I'm one of the lucky ones when it comes to that, Most of my homies wasn't tho, that's just the facts..."

[Track 3hree] - Flowers From The Old Vic Stage (prod. by Medical Nindo, guitars by Kyo):  Kyo sings, by the way! I feel like typically when artists try to be multi-layered it's an attempt to appeal to a public all too swayed by gimmicky shallow bullshit. But in Kyo's case, he really carries all the musicianship and artistry necessary to sustain the various mantles he's borne over the years. That said, on the singer/songwriter tip, Kyo is something to witness. But if you've followed his work at all, you've probably heard this on display on his previous work, "The Imposter's Muse". His poet's soul is on display here in track three, a somber, romantic ballad produced by the smooth/savage master himself, Medical Ninjutsu aka Medical Nindo. Some of y'all might know him as Diggz Da Prophecy. Kyo accompanies our resident "Hood Nerd Sage" on the guitar, providing weepy, melancholy-yet nostalgic licks that carry the heady tone of his musings. A song from the perspective of a tragic lover of a former star of the stage and screen, a person with whom our hero was enraptured, with whom he was close, a flame that perhaps burned too bright and sputtered into dying embers. "I wonder..." The words pass his lips several times over, each time a different thread carried on their doleful, mournful wind. Quotable: I'm not giving you one. Listen to the song.

[Track 4our] - Summer '09 (prod. by River Sanzu):  So, ironically, Summer '09 is a time of major importance to me because it was a time when I was ambivalent towards life. I was holding down a job I truly loved, but not seeing much of the money I was getting paid due to familial obligations, I was dating one of my current best friends, a relationship I look back on fondly even now. But it seemed like everything in the world conspired to keep us apart and as such I felt like I was failing her. I was writing some of the best bars of my life, but I had no way to record and couldn't afford to hit anyone's studio. I was dependent on music to keep me going and every month I had an issue with my mp3 player. I was finally seeing some measure of freedom, but at the same time I was constantly being appraised by family members as an adult acting like a child. As if they alone held the yardstick by which adulthood is measured and everyone's lived experiences were supposed to be uniform with the same milestones at the same times as if life worked that way. And to top it off, my father's genes were kicking in and I started to lose hair, just when I was getting ready to pimp my afro to the max! (RIP afro dreams). I just felt like I was languishing in some sort of middleground hell where everything was awesome but terrible at the same time. I constantly questioned whether I even wanted to be alive. Looking back, I always tell myself it wasn't that bad. It was just growing pains and every adult has them. But you couldn't tell me shit in the moment. I'd've said "Life is iffy af for me right now." On another side of the country, here is Kyo, driving drunk on his way to kick it with his friends. The same ambilavence towards the idea of continuing life present in his thoughts and actions. Instead leaving it to the "Most High" to determine his fate, he arrives unscathed at the function, has a rowdy old time with his buddies, the sort of things youths get into when together. "Freestyling and clowning", card games, even more drinking, some squabbles-nothing that really matters between friends however, and just being in the moment, then Kyo drives (possibly even more drunk) back home. Again he tosses the dice and leaves it up to higher powers to determine if he will make it home. And there you have it, a square out of the quilted tapestry that is Kyo's life. River Sanzu aka Lit Yagami AKA Ish1da creates a city pop-infused backdrop that perfectly encompasses the nostalgic feel of Kyo's ride through memory lane. One of my favorite songs on the album honestly. Also I'm really mad I didn't produce this because it's amazing. Not quite as mad as Ethos made me that one time but I may still turn into a dog for 3 seconds... GRRRRRRR (DAWG MODE) Quotable: "They say seeing is believing, these demons I'm seeing in my rearview mirror keep chasing, I stay weaving through lanes and I'm.... still thuggin' it, drunk in public and unequpped to handle the mental stresses I struggle with but it's just... One mo' night in Summer '09!"

[Track 5ive] - You Go To My Head (prod. by RealVenom):  Kyo’s strongest quality as an artist is his ability to depict the various aspects of his point of view without sacrificing impact. In “You Go To My Head”, he croons, raps and waxes poetic to the subject of his affection. It’s tender, but in a truly relatable fashion. I consider myself strongly in the romantic camp, so endeavors like these speak to me. I blame my soft heart. The warm lofi provided by RealVenom just makes you feel like you’re by a warm fireplace, keeping warm inside from the harsh winter. A glass of wine, a bag of marshmallows for roasting and some good-looking company and you’ve got a night. Kudos to both Kyo and Venom for making such a dope jam. Quotable: “And if you got me seein’ double... That’s twice as many chances to say I love you...”

[Track 6ix] - Moving To Detroit (prod. by Camp Phire Connection, guitars by Kyo): Here is a fully acoustic affair. Just Kyo, his trusty guitar, and us, the listener. In “Moving To Detroit”, he intimates the lonely predicament of a single man deciding to move to what is considered the saddest city in the country according to a study. He mulls over dating the local women hoping for a shot at love, relates his hopes that any local toughs don’t harass or assault him, and mentions his prior OWI (An incident he explained in detail to me in a conversation we had.) and the consequences thereof. “Moving to Detroit” is a somber, reflective look at both himself and his environment, and rather than feeling like a fly on the wall, we are put right there in the passenger seat as he takes us along for this ride. It’s an eye-opener, for sure. Quotable: “It’s not as bad as everyone says in the city, but every time I head home I feel such relief when I hit the freeway. If I move down there and my friends come visit me, they’ll also get to know how good that feels. I guess you’re welcome...” [Track 7even] - Vignettes feat. Savior Monroe (prod. by Camp Phire Connection): The only vocal guest feature on this album comes from fellow Camp Phire Connection artist and founder Savior Monroe. “Vignettes” is gorgeously produced, a shoegaze-y blues waltz number by Kyo and Savior. Both artists give amazingly heartfelt accounts of grace. of friendship and of humanity. The feeling is just abstract enough, just specific enough. Truly these are just vignettes. But that’s all we needed. Quotable: “But for now I can still paint you with an impressionist’s view. I might not remember the facts, but I still remember the truth.” [Track 8ight] - French Lessons (prod. by Camp Phire Connection, guitars by Kyo): Kyo’s trusty guitar returns once more, fair accompaniment for a sultry number about SEX. Yep. Sex. Who among us doesn’t simply long for the next chance to be intimate with a special someone. There’s something magical about when two souls connect, REALLY CONNECT, for those precious moments. Even sometimes when it’s empty, it’s still grand. Here, Kyo says it all. Quotable: “Sex is empty, sex is death, so baby please kill me then hold me in your arms until I resurrect. Sex is endless, sex is French, le petit mort, the little death, and rebirth and first breath and back again.” Track 9ine] - Snow (prod. by Lé Real): Snow, to put it plain an simply, is hard. Hard as pavement. Once more, we’re right there in the room with Kyo as he relates some tales from his life. I don’t even wanna talk too much about this one. It’s something that just needs to be heard. It’s too real for me to adequately put into words.  Quotable: None, just peep the song. [Track 10en] - Philip Seymour Hoffman (prod. by Kisai The Spooniest Bard): Iono who the hell this Kisai The Spooniest bard dude thinks he is, but we gonna fight because this beat is fire. He could have at least let me rap on this. Not that I’m salty because Kyo did his thing. But seriously this is a great closer. Something about that japanese jazz sample makes such a great backdrop for Kyo to compare himself to Vincent Van Gogh and Philip Seymour Hoffman (RIP to two of the greats). As artists our art is what we use to combat the negative feelings that dwell in our mortal minds. Not everyone can win this fight, but Kyo is dead set on winning. If I hadn’t heard this song before judging, I’d have told you that the beat used doesn’t fit the theme of the album, but I’d have been wrong. Kyo made it work like only he could and the result is a track that both producer and artist could be proud of. Quotable: “In a world of visigoths and vandals I’m Vincent Van Gogh, battle depression with insufficient ammo.” [Afterword]: Impressionist Vignettes is a ride, friends. Tonally, It starts low and ends high, moodwise it’s as human as we are. And from an artistic standpoint, it’s probably Kyo’s strongest work to date. I recommend you give it a spin. I learned something and so might you. One final note. Big ups to Savior Monroe on the engineering end. This album sounds great beginning to end. Kisai out. Ja ne~ Peep Impressionist Vignettes here!: https://campphireconnection.bandcamp.com/album/impressionist-vignettes

[jokerfan99]

A Taste of the Wild Side by MugenKeiji

Naruto Uzumaki walked through the main entrance of Konoha's hospital, he'd decided that after the day he'd had and the chaos he'd tried to prevent Hinata from unleashing, he had to have some normal company, if only for a few minutes.

Naruto moved down the labyrinth like corridors till he found the door he was looking for, a simple wooden door with the words “Sakura Haruno” engraved onto the door. Naruto clenched his hand into a fist and rapped on the door.

He waited for a few seconds, but there was no reply; Naruto sighed “Great, guess she's busy with a patient, well may as well wait inside for her, I'm sure she won't mind” he thought to himself as he turned the door knob and entered the small office.

Naruto looked around; both walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of books and scrolls about Medical Ninjutsu, near the back of the room, next to a large, open window, was a small wooden desk that was absolutely covered in various bits of paperwork, to the point that very little of the actual desk could be seen.

“Must have been knocked over by the wind from the window” Naruto thought as he strolled over to the desk and began to put the sheets of paper into some kind of order, it was better then reading the medical books after all.

It was while he was absent mindedly moving the pieces of paper, that he saw a dark green shape in the corner of his eye and froze in a mixture of shock and horror; there, on Sakura's desk laying under a few sheets of paper, was the same mask Hinata had worn.

Naruto grabbed it quickly and picked it up “Wh-what's this thing doing here?” he thought out loud as he examined it closely. Suddenly though, he sighed in relief “Good thing I found this thing before Sakura-chan, imagine what would have happened if she'd have put it on.”

As he thought that, Naruto's mind began to flash with images of Konoha being destroyed, with all men in the area in critical condition, especially him, and a wave of destruction moving from the Leaf village to the surrounding Elemental Nations.

It was during this nightmare-like day dream that Naruto began to wonder “Wait...What if she had put it on?” Naruto began to have flashbacks to Hinata and Ino, okay so they were over the top and crazy, but they weren't exactly doing anything that would cause harm, then again...they didn't have Sakura's temper.

Of course, the main reason Naruto was still thinking about it, was because of how Ino and Hinata became love obsessed and hit on him.

It's no real secret that Naruto has a deep seated crush on Sakura, and the prospect of said crush returning his affections did appeal to him, but there was the possibility that Sakura would be too destructive to hold back.

As he was deep in thought, the office door opened, and in came the object of Naruto's desires Sakura, carrying even more paperwork “Naruto?” she said as she saw the blonde.

Hearing Sakura's voice, Naruto whipped around “H-hi Sakura-chan” he said nervously as he hid the mask behind his back.

“What are you doing here?” she asked Naruto as she placed the stacks of paper on the now somewhat neater desk.

“Oh, well I was just in the area and thought I'd say hi and see how things were going with the hospitals rebuilding” Naruto replied.

Sakura looked at him warily, he was acting strange, well stranger then usual “It's going fine, Captain Yamato and Tazuna made it top priority so most of it's finished now” she said.

Naruto nodded in a vague showing of him listening, but in reality he was debating with himself, one part of him had the urge to put the mask on Sakura's face, in the hopes that it would help him win her over, maybe releasing those inhibitions of hers might make her think of him as something more then a friend.

But there was another part of him that claimed it was too dangerous, the normally shy and timid Hinata almost attacked three innocent civilians while wearing it, and with Sakura's fierce temper and penchant for violence, it seemed stupid to willingly make it worse.

Both sides had compelling arguments, and Naruto was struggling to choose “Oh if only I had someone who could give me advice...What would the Pervy Sage do?” he thought.

Suddenly, an image of Jiraiya appeared in his mind and smiled at him in an almost fatherly way “Naruto, life is always full of risks, being a Shinobi means that sometimes, you have to take those risks and hope for the better” he said wisely.

But as soon as that was said, the mental image of Jiraiya's face contorted into his typical perverted smile “Plus this is your chance to finally win her over kid, the worst that can happen is that she destroys the village, but hey seems to me like you run that risk every time you annoy her anyway, so do it”.

Naruto still wasn't sure and was starting to doubt the imaginary Jiraiya's words “Oh come on kid, your dad would do it, don't you want to be a great Hokage like him or something?” the Jiraiya lookalike said.

And that was all the convincing Naruto needed.

“Naruto, are you alright?” Sakura said with a worried tone as Naruto snapped out of his daydream.

“Sorry Sakura-Chan, I kind of dozed off there, I've had a lot on my mind today” he said. “By the way” Naruto said as he pulled the mask out from behind his back “I found this in one of the stalls down by the market, and I thought you might like it” he lied.

Sakura stared at the ugly wooden mask he held in front of her “It looks...nice” she said, not wanting to hurt his feelings, though she wasn't sure why, but something about that mask creeped her out.

Naruto suddenly out it into her hands “Glad you like it” he said a little too enthusiastically “Say why don't you try it on, see what you look like?”

Sakura stared at the mask in her hands “Oh I'd love to, but I can't I'm very busy” she started to say, but the disappointed and somewhat hurt look on Naruto's face made her change her mind “Well, I guess I could try it on for a second” she said as she began to raise it up to her face.

Naruto's blue eyes glued themselves to the mask as he watched her put it on almost achingly slow, but soon enough, the mask was hovering just above her face, then, with a final movement, Sakura placed the mask onto her face.

Almost instantaneously, the mask began to violently react, as it's hard wood surface began to soften and stretch.

Sakura gasped in shock and started to grab at the mask “What's happening?” she cried out as it continued to consume her head.

Naruto watched on, a bit unsure about what to do, on the one hand, he'd planned this, but on the other hand, he didn't like seeing Sakura in distress like this.

Soon enough, the mask had fully enveloped Sakura's head, her pink hair now trapped under the masks surface, and just as the mask finished encompassing her head, Sakura began to spin around.

Sakura turned into a small red, black and pink coloured tornado and began to move around the room, leaving destruction in her wake.

Naruto dived behind the desk and took cover “Maybe this wasn't such a good idea” he thought as e shut his eyes due to the intense wind being kicked up.

Unbeknownst to Naruto, the tornado's colours began to shift, the black disappearing, being replaced by more pink and red.

Suddenly, a loud screeching sound signalled that the transformation was complete, and with both fear and anticipation, Naruto slowly peeked his head over the desk and gasped.

There stood a very different Sakura Haruno from the one he'd grown up with.

She was clad in some kind of an evening dress, however its motif was similar to that of a kimono or yukata.

One side of the outfit was the same shade of pink her hair was, while the other side was a dark red, with a white trim along the edges.

On the pink side of the outfit, was the large white circle she typically wore on her outfits, while on the red side, there was a green face-like symbol surrounded by cherry blossoms with the face bearing a resemblance to the mask.

The dress was held in place by a pale green belt that wrapped around her midsection, with dark red buttons running down the centre of it.

Of course, the biggest change was the bright green colour Sakura's face now was, and the uncharacteristically large smile she wore on her face.

“S-Sakura-chan?” Naruto said as he cautiously rose up “This is it, moment of truth” he thought “How do you feel?”.

Sakura looked at him with a sly smile “I feel pretty good Naruto, thanks for asking” she said simply as she pulled a small hand-held mirror out and admired her new look “Wow, who'd have thought green would suit me this well” she said.

Naruto gulped “She doesn't seem too bad, maybe I should try asking her out” he thought as he mustered up all the courage he had.

“S-Sakura-chan, umm I was wondering” he said in an embarrassed tone as his face turned bright red as he looked at his shoes “Would you like to go on a date with me to Ichiraku?” he finished.

Sakura looked at him for a moment before sighing loudly and saying “No”.

Naruto's heart broke in two and he had to fight back the tears “Oh, okay Sakura-chan” he said as he turned to the door and started to walk away.

However, he felt a hand land on his shoulder that made him stop “Oh don't be like that, I just didn't want to have ramen again, it's a nice treat every now and then, but some people have other favourite foods you know” Sakura said.

Naruto saw a faint glimmer of hope and turned to face her “Does that mean you will go on a date with me?” he said perking up a little.

Sakura just smirked slyly and began to walk out of the office “I don't know about date, but you can treat me to something special, something that's not ramen”

Naruto watched her leave, the new Sakura wasn't what he had been expecting at all, he couldn't really tell what she was like, she had just told him it wasn't a date, but the way she'd said it made it still seem so enticing, and was it just him, or was there an extra swing in her hips when she walked?

Either way, Naruto wasn't going to let her out of his sight, though it was more to do with the fact that he liked what he saw, then his fear of what the super powered Sakura could do.

And with that, he took off after her.

Naruto walked side by side with Sakura, watching the people of the hidden leaf village stare in shock and fear at the new Sakura, who just ignored them.

“Man, it's a good thing this mask hasn't heightened her aggression, otherwise we'd all be dead by now” Naruto thought.

“So, where do you want to go Sakura-chan?” Naruto asked.

Sakura's eyelids descended slightly as she put a hand on her chin “Hmm” she said as a small light bulb appeared over her head.

Suddenly the bulb lit up as her eyes widened in realisation “How about we get some Dango?” she said to Naruto who nodded his head in agreement, he really didn't care what it was they got, he was on a kind of pseudo date with Sakura and that was all that really mattered.

“I'll go and get the Dango then Sakura-chan, you go find some place to sit” Naruto offered, causing Sakura to chuckle slightly “Why Naruto, I had no idea you could be such a gentleman” she said as she took off, once again adding a bit of a swing of her hips in her walk.

Naruto just stared at her “What is with these mixed messages!?” He yelled in his head as he walked to the Dango stall and grabbed two sticks.

As he walked back to Sakura, he noticed where she'd chosen to sit, a rather familiar looking bench, in fact, it was the one she'd sat at on the day they'd been made teammates, and when he'd transformed into Sasuke in order to get a kiss from her; his plan would have worked if it wasn't for that damn milk.

Naruto started to remember about his promise to Sakura to bring back Sasuke, but ultimately he decided that he could forget about his friend for one day if it meant having a date with Sakura.

Naruto sat down next to Sakura “Here you go” he said as he held out the stick of dango for her “Thank you” she said politely as she took it.

Sakura then crossed her legs, causing the dress to sneak up a bit and show off a bit more of her legs, something which didn't go unnoticed by Naruto.

“Sweet!” he thought to himself as a perverted smile started to form on his face, a little bit of blood began to trickle from his nose, and a lot of drool cascaded from his mouth.

Naruto suddenly realised how much he was gawking at her “Crap, she must have seen me! She's going to kill me!” he thought fearfully as he quickly made eye contact with Sakura, who had her head slightly tilted away from him, though she was still watching him out of the corner of her eye, and she smirking.

Naruto didn't feel like risking it again, so he started to eat his dango and tried to not faint from blood loss when he saw her dig in to her stick “Damn pervy sage!” he thought mentally.

Soon enough, the two had finished their snack and started to talk about various things, training, the village, their friends, for all intents and purposes it was just like talking to Sakura normally, and that was all well and good, but Naruto could do that any day.

Naruto began to think, Sakura had been pretty relaxed since she'd worn the Mask, maybe he could push her a bit further then he would normally.

Suddenly a evil grin appeared on Naruto's face “Oh Sakura-Chan” he said innocently.

Sakura turned to face him directly “Hmm? What is it Naru-mmmph!” She was cut off mid-sentence by a certain blonde haired shinobi diving forward and pressing his lips to hers.

“Yes! She's not struggling, she doesn't seem angry, if anything she seems to like it. This is the happiest day of my life!” he declares mentally, as he and Sakura closed their eyes and enjoyed the kiss.

Feeling even more adventurous, Naruto moved his hands up and placed his hands on Sakura's face, however, the sudden action caused Sakura to jump back in surprise and as a reflex, Naruto gripped her even tighter, till suddenly her face felt a lot less smooth and rubbery, now it felt kind of...coarse.

Sakura gasped for air “What the hell just happened?” she thought to herself, “The last thing I remember was Naruto giving me that weird mask in my office”.

Sakura then looked up and saw said blonde haired shinobi, sucking face with a wooden mask “Naruto?” She said “What are you-” she stopped mid-sentence as suddenly flashes of memory came back to her, the green face, the dango, the subtle flirts, the kiss.

Suddenly a dark aura began to appear around Sakura, and a wave of killing intent hit Naruto with such force, he was broken out of his stupor “Sakura-chan?” he said confusedly as he noticed she was back to normal, and did not look happy.

Sakura glared at him and yelled out “NARUTOOOOOO!” before gathering a large amount of Chakra into her fist and slamming it into his face, punching him so hard, he was lifted off the ground and flung into the air, dropping the mask somewhere in the village as he flew up high, and impacted into the ground on the other side of the village.

Naruto's eyes fluttered open as he felt the pain from the punch and landing start to fade “Wha?” he said as he noticed that a certain pink haired Kunoichi was healing him “Sakura-chan?”

Sakura looked at him, but turned away in anger “I'm only healing you so I can beat you again, that was a really low thing you did Naruto” she said angrilly as she stood up and began to walk away.

“Wait! Sakura-chan” Naruto yelled out “Please, I'm really sorry, it's just, I really like you and I thought that the mask was the only way I could get you to like me, I know I was stupid and wrong, and that I've pretty much blown my chance with you, but can we at least still be friends?” he begged.

Sakura looked at him thoughtfully for a second before sighing “I guess I can't blame you for being tempted by that thing, and so long as you never ever bring up this incident again, we can forget about it, deal?” she said.

Naruto nodded his head happily “Yes! I'll never talk about this ever again, I give you my word, and you know what my Nindo is”.

Sakura smiled and said “Yeah, you never go back on your word” and with that she started to walk off and tried to forget about what had happened but there was one solitary thought in the back of her head “Who said you blew your chance Naruto?”

[smilesrobotlover]

hay I really love your king of the gerudo au if you want to why don’t you just go ham and just give us some random facts / tidbits about this amazing story your making or just talk about it I will take literally anything about this au I love it so much

I’m so glad you’re interested in it! The story is very messy but I’m mostly thinking about character arcs and stuff!

I still don’t know if totk stuff will be in it as much as before. The dungeons will be there, but that’s it. That’s all I’ll really want to put in there? And Ganondorf obviously lol. Totk pisses me off so yeah… not a lotta it.

Some ideas I have mostly regard Revali, Ammon and Orman, and Mipha.

So I hc that the bigger the Rito is, the stronger they are. Revali is very freaking short, even for a Rito, so he grew up being seen as weak and lesser than the rest of the Rito. He was also bullied a lot, mostly from a certain Rito that I may or may not get into later lol. I feel like Revali’s arrogance mostly stems from extreme insecurity, and the bullying and being perceived as weak really caused that. He didn’t want to be weak nor did he want to be seen as less than other Rito. So he really worked hard to be a good archer and flyer. Even tho he’s not as fast as other Rito, he is very agile and can dodge things in the air easily. Thanks to his size he can also slip past obstacles while other Rito will get stuck. And of course. He’s the best archer in all of Rito village. So he really did become the best by hard work. And his arrogance kinda got worse when the other Rito with wind powers was not picked to be the champion (again, I’ll get into that Rito maybe later). Anything that threatens his confidence he tends to be very hostile towards. Really he’s just a rude person in general cuz he has the mindset that he might as well be cruel since it’s a cruel world. He doesn’t want to be seen as weak so he thinks that being cruel will show people that he’s not. He needs therapy is what he needs Dhskdbskdbk. I wanna actually give him development and help him warm up to Link, they’re gonna have some time alone in the desert as you saw with that one wip hehe so he needs to learn to actually like him.

Something else I wanna explore are the divine beasts. I love seeing them as more sentient beings, and the only way to pilot them is to connect with them and control them with your mind and body. You can still control them with a Sheikah slate but it’s much better when you have an connection with the beast. The champions weren’t just picked for their magic, but it was also their connection with the divine beasts. So the divine beasts have a certain Sage occasionally speaking to the champions. Urbosa heard it as soon as she was on Naboris, and she and voice talk here and there (it’s actually why she knows that Naboris was named after Nabooru teehee). Mipha hears the voice occasionally but not very often. She usually tends to hear it during a battle tho. Revali talks to the voice all the time, he has a very deep connection with the voice and Medoh in general. Daruk on the other hand hasn’t heard any voice. He didn’t even know that was a thing, so he’s gonna be dealing with trying to hear the voice ;) but he’s the only Goron with a connection tho, but he still struggled with it in the beginning.

That’s all I’ll really say but I’m excited to explore the different champions! Especially revali I love that bird brat more than anything (I actually drew him for this au too!)

[chromsai]

Hi Sai! I’d ask you this on twitter but I’m already on tumblr rn XD What do you honestly think the Zarc boys and Ray girls’ class would be in FE? (specifically Awakening bc of that chrobin ship hehehe)

OH FUCK um i have thought about this!

yuya - archer (ahaha “遊矢”), emphasis on his luck stat.yuto - hrmm i would usually say something like spear fighter (just cuz i love the idea and aesthetic of a decently skilled and decent speed class for him but wielding a lance) but okay if sticking with awakening classes then myrmidon, emphasis on his def stat.yugo - cavalier. he’s fast and he’s gotta ride something. emphasis on his speed stat.yuri - dark mage AF. emphasis on his mag stat.

(i also headcanon they’d probably be able to reclass to manakete since ya know... the dragons are basically them pffft)

yuzu - i’d otherwise say songstress but with the ability to wield an axe but we sticking to awakening classes so... mage/sage... or haha i like the idea of her being a wyvern rider too cuz 1) she tame them dragons & 2) axe. i just... really would love to see yuzu wielding an axe. emphasis on str stat.serena - dancer, but with stat caps a bit higher than your usual dancer. all of her aces are dancers. she gotta. emphasis on skill stat.ruri - pegasus knight -> dark flier, emphasis on her res stat.rin - troubadour -> valkyrie. her specialty is wind magic with emphasis on her hp stat.

yay it worked out nicely all the counterparts have a different mod emphasis!

aaaaaannnddd shit i hadn’t thought about zarc and ray in this situation tho...

zarc - i mean he’s basically fell dragon so... same as grima. (maybe he used to be a tactician or dreadfighter tho?)

ray - great lord. alternatively, for funsies: bride class. hehhh.

[podcastmecaptain]

ars PLACEMENT: helen

part of advanced PLACEMENT: an ars PARADOXICA high school au about a gang of queer teen nerds, by @estherroberts​ , @podcastmecaptain , and @lizzieraindrops

all three of the aformentioned dorks are responsible for the hijinks found in this post. today’s, @podcastmecaptain especially. 

click here for the au masterpost | track _#ars placement_ for updates!

ALSO: things aren’t always showing up in the tags, so your most reliable bet is the aforementioned masterpost.

helen is grace incarnate.

she is human. but if god was a human, this is what she’d be.

helen is very confident in everything about herself

very aware of how she’s viewed and doesn’t act like she cares but she’ll definitely bring it up to you

probably takes a little bit more of it than she should because she has the grace of saint sebastian

and then she BITES BACK AND IT WILL SLAUGHTER YOU BECAUSE SHE WILL DO IT WITH THE VENGEANCE AND CASUALNESS OF HERA

“phenomenal woman-

that’s me.”

helen figured it out pretty early

she was one of those rare kids who transitioned really young and got a lot of support

she started hormone blockers around twelve but she was pretty much “I am a princess now.” around eight

helen’s parents are like “k so we ended up with divinity for a child, so"

HELEN’S PARENTS ADORE HER

(they pay for her transition because they’re good parents who don’t make their child pay for medical procedures)

(she supplements it with her gigs tho)

she used to be in the children’s sunday choir and the only thing she’s sad about is having to leave that group but she found a KID’S JAZZ GROUP

she still volunteers there on the weekends

she doesn’t have much of an interest in teaching in her future but she does like guiding the kids from the sidelines and demonstrating pitch and posture for them

the only time anthony’s workaholic ass has ever thought about children is when watching her with them and he gets super embarrassed about it and never brings it up

speaking of she has perfect queen’s posture and anthony slumps out of habit of bending over his notes in coffee shops and she’s always doing that thing where she pokes a knuckle into the middle of his shoulder blades to get him to jolt up straight, it’s practically a greeting at this point

helen, out of habit or affirmation, not because she thinks her parents doubt her

says “still a girl!” every time she blows her candles out on her birthday

everyone present whoops happily

on her SEVENTEENTH

YOU BET YOUR ASS SHE GIVES A KARAOKE ABBA PERFORMANCE

SHE IS THE DANCING QUEEN

YOUNG AND SWEET

ONLY SEVENTEEN

OH YEAAAH

on her eighteenth though she stands up after the candles

and announces triumphantly

“today!

I am a WOMAN!”

the resounding cheer rattles the windowpanes.

helen figures out the poly thing the latest

she is with both anthony and, of all people, and of course, june barlow

helen’s got love in spades to give

anthony, his story is further down

now, june

helen and june sip lemon spritzers by fountains and judge passerby together but helen is much more sweet about it and june is just like “look at that hunty with the denim on denim and the ‘may i speak to the manager’ haircut screeching like some kinda bug into her fucking samsung ugH”

then they talk about how men are pigs and how the IMF has failed the world

because those girlfriends are viciously anti capitalist/anti war

they hold hands while talking about dreams for the world

and also hold hands while talking about crushing those who wrong them under their heels

june is a ball of sparks and red eyes

and helen can understand a bit of this

helen is sweet and elegant and so  kind that she’ll give you more patience than you deserve

but she’s also passionately righteous. and not in the surfer dude way. the moral code of a damn justice fury.

helen has a lot of Greece in her, its in the name and in her being

if she realizes something is wrong there will be hell to pay.

helen is something else.

she is gentle and she doesn’t stop until she’s content, she won’t SIT DOWN and let someone else be responsible for the world she sees

if she wants something CHANGED she gets up and won’t be subdued until she has reached the culmination at all costs, no matter how long it takes. she doesn’t let go of something she disagrees with, won’t leave something she doesn’t like

helen is elegance but she is also a goddamn rottweiler? she will clamp her jaws on what she sees as wrong or even just disquieting and won’t let go until it’s collapsed enough that she can destroy it or fix it

and the thing is june changes that. june, angry bitter snarling june, not through sweetness or a delicate hand but through just being her, lets her accept that. okay. this is flawed. but i’m FINE with it. all things are flawed. you can let life be human, work to change it, don’t let go of your passion for compassion, but expand that compassion to include “this can breathe”

june is DEEPLY flawed. no shit. but she’s working on it constantly. she won’t change herself, she crosses line without a lot of regard, and she matches helen in having no lenience. but her response is immediate and harsh.

she lets herself have love, for quentin, for helen, for herself, to get excited and get passionate and know that EVERYTHING has something wrong with it, and you can CHANGE that but you will wind up making mistakes while you change it

and you can’t accept other’s flaws without acknowledging your own

(this logic adds to the strange, begrudging half friendship anthony and june will neither admit exists)

so helen and her can see what happens with this, in each other, and reflect on it. they both respond well to the other and work together in when to bare their teeth and why, but they can relax with someone else on their side.

and see what they need to change in themselves as much as the world, and be okay with that

sometimes they talk about the colors they find in people

in helen, june finds soft sage, warm rich brown

helen sees magenta in june, and faint traces of yellow (or teal? or royal blue?) its debatable, what the end result is, but whatever it is,

she burns bright.

and that is june to helen.

helen did some casual exploratory stuff the early years, late middle school, freshman-sophomore year

she gets her shit together pretty quick and then a like OK noW i can be more serious about it instead of poking, not that it meant nothing but now i know what i’m about and can do it responsibly

because she’s not sciencey but she’s sure as hell sharp in matters of the heart

she considered becoming a social worker at one point but she knows she has a problem with taking on project problem people when it’s not her job and she doesn’t want that to BE her job, because she knows she’d wind up on tough cases, and her passion is music and song anyway

that was more of a “hey your counselor thinks you should logically check this path”

but she realizes people don’t seem to realize that seemingly further reaching dreams are work too, and often take more dedication and spirit and responsibility than settling for what people THINK you should do for money, even though she certainly thinks higher of that work than that, she knows why she was recommended it and she knows what she wants

helen knows the importance of dreams. of that you shouldn’t have to be settling for less.

sometimes she does. but no one can achieve the level helen OWNS. let’s be realistic.

her hands are soft and loving but her nails are short and a little sharp

(anthony paints them for her)

(mostly metallics)

(occasionally little smudgey flowers)

helen doesn’t cry a lot but lets herself cry over things that matter. a lot of things matter, but she’s very good at sorting out what she doesn’t want to fret over

it’s a healthy cry, for all emotions

helen gets emotional about events but cries mostly over people

good people, people important to her

specifically

her parents

josephine baker

martha p. johnson

sylvia rivera

ella fitzgerald

maya angelou

her anthony and her june

she laughs it off a little bit afterward

for all that she is shaky and sentimental when she’s done

cupping porcelain mugs of hot tea in her hands and blinking slowly up at the posters on her wall, the chiffon drapes blowing a little over her bed and brushing against her

she washes her face and moves around her room, dancing a little bit until the faces of her heroes on the walls blur with motion instead of water

and overall feels better when she’s done

ok so helen actually first seriously dates a girl, its the first two serious times actually. they both meet her parents. the first goes off to boarding school and they tried to keep it up in letters, but the longer they wrote to each other the more they realized the other had very different opinions and like. helen just stopped replying. the second one was the person she lost her virginity to, they met at band camp. they’re still friends, but agreed that’s how they were better off.

helen describes herself as “loosely bi”, meaning she isn’t a big label girl for THAT aspect of herself but if she had to tap it with a moniker that would be it.

she meets anthony very similarly to how she met him on canon because THAT CANNOT GET BETTER

so she’s gotten a job at a place called the Soft Note

which is one of the only two close by queer bars

this one is the less club one. this is more wine and sashimi sushi and hipster brick walls

she sees someone in the back a Lot

which is weird

because he’s got a cheap laptop and notes and what looks like… a screwdriver and a circuit? one of those little box things with all the oddly gendered ports and wires

which is also weird because this is a bar where old queens hustle round and chatter about this new-fangled ellen and whisper sweet nothings in each other’s ears and toast to those lost to the aids crisis

otherwise her parents wouldn’t let her play that venue

so it never found good wifi or convenient outlets to be a. necessity.

or. checking for ids on young boys who don’t order alcohol and peek out from the booth at her and Oh. this kid’s spectacles just slipped down his nose and he has eyelashes off the wazoo.

so she says okay bill nye jr. i’m gonna test a hypothesis.

she looks him dead in the eye for the WHOLE of What A Wonderful World.

the timbre of her voice never falters, soaking into the dark wood paneling on the bar and skipping across the bottles on the wall

she is, for lack of better words, magnificent

she tries to go over afterward but a bunch of old queens stop her trying to compliment her in the Olde Gayest way

and by the time she’s hugged every one of them and has a bra now stuffed with Old Gay’s cash instead of tissue

he’s got a worried bouncer hovering over him asking to call his parents because he’s crying quietly

AND SHE LIKE FREEZES AND JUST KINDA

BREathes in, out, waves the bouncer off politely and

tips anthony’s chin up with two fingers

and she just looks so concerned for him

and he just doesn’t know what to say

BECAUSE WHO FUCKING WOULD

so he doesn’t say anything, he just swallows and sits up

anthony gets the deer in the headlights moment where he is. in awe

(SHESTOUCHINGMESHESTOUCHINGMESHESTOUCHINGMESHES)

and she just kinda sits on the counter and says “Hey there. I didn’t mean to sc- intimidate you or the like. ”

anthony: ….

helen: yeah okay that probably was a guarantee wasn’t it.

she taps his chin up again till his mouth closes and eyes him over, tilts his computer screen back, checking the non existing wifi, notes the two words and a couple of slight key smashes in his document, looks at his drink, sniffs it- “boy, is this apple juice?”

anthony:

anthony:

she steals his apple juice and sits on the counter, nursing it

“oh. damn, damn. nice nails.” he’s got glittery tarot cards on them.

snaps out of it slightly, looks down, proceeds to slowly wipe his cheeks and sit on his hands.

“…hey. i didn’t break you did i?”

nothin.

gives him back the drink

he kinda unconsciously slots his lips over where the lipstick is on the glass.

“so. you like jazz or just me.”

he chokes.

there is no more eye contact. she has an answer. she is smiling. he gathers his notes, nods to her jerkily, SCUTTLES OUT.

“See you tomorrow!” she calls after him. doesn’t yell cause she’s a lady. he trips anyway.

minute the bar door swings shut, the old queens start CACKLING. she throws a napkin at them and calls them mean, and looks into getting a business card so she can kiss it with her lipstick and slot it into his keyboard next time. it’ll be three weeks before he can look her in the eye.

[castlehead]

Finally, I have grabbed the black briar of restraint. I had heard it Bristling somewhere, there, in the past, waiting to be removed               But I did not, and so the branch grew— And thickened around my future, Until I let go.

There is a difference between logic and reality, there is a line drawn the length of a gun barrel.

“Behold the men in helmets borne on steel, Discolored, how they are going to defeat.”

—Wallace Stevens

     We can almost hear life. Back to  Preconditions, willful or no,

             Or is will a precondition? Outside of death these wage fuller. Our curse is what      Is benignly at the end of the tale, the silent busride taken             After the act, or non-act, as happened while Waiting at that rainy stop, that time when you remembered about       Your appointment, to go—

Running into oncoming traffic. Do you remember that anymore now, baby? I remember. I remember the gall of it: the feeling of a gall, a gall

So offensively invasive in processing me, as to, upon its quitting the examination, leave me worried as to what one could really expect to

  Bruise one’s harmony, when that, -well- that warn’t even the real Brain Surgery:

Surgery of another kind tho it was and which you felt, persistently, to the point of the smarting chaos, while I displaced my sensitivity for a bit somewhere it could be cloistered and honored properly. We

Unlike that, are not there, and feel that never, feel nothing

And so then know never what we, you and i, are doing, on this planet, or at this fancy party with an unnecessarily large, ornate chandelier hanging unwieldy, and seemingly stressing out the ceiling it and its miniature candle-glarers hang from, and that probly

Had cost a sum. And in those emaciated hours when trivia goes everything

Dull, we make -mind- of the ship, when the towline Of the Boatmen slacken, like it says in Beckett’s translation

Of La Bateau Ivre. We free it like Rimbaud did, and so it is left to bob On the clunky wheels of the surf, rolling, balancing on a slick, smooth Pair of feetsies, called both sides of the hull, the feet to help her traveling.

The human part is a possibility encased somewhere, an haunted mien Beneath the distant quandary of the Captain’s Office, a hue of a coffin there,         An accidental step taken when not needed taken,            A stiffness in the stars we see, as if they Called us back, hearkened us back, to emotional realities From childhood, mainly. And so we    Almost, almost hear the life of you, dear boy, Who makes a drumming for his heart to beat at all. Now, Thinking death similar, and having     wasted the immortal give                 With pageants of hydrogen, for to look up at and wonder, I ask: Where, where is all the—miracle—once possessed? We feel it tiredly in our bones.

We muster for you what seepage comes gradually of the stars To tiny fire, and misery a rainbow-colic [cowlick] making              Everything a smaller, sicklier version of itself, Weakening as we complain about our riches Making out our Wealth to be Plague, which is kind of morbid;        Too much, in our eyes. There’s much                    In the universe that would catch the eyes of one Stuck on EARTH. But tarry, the ambiguous trials         Mean more here in their present doing Than what you think about them afterwards, a thwartedness mind uses to

Conceal, till an opening, infinite—to us, at least, prolonged—is upon us living who, uh,

                Cannot see death’s wisdom yet. Well we heal with What yieldy sparks come flaming, prepare ourselves before they flame: a noisy Ripple in the water like turning a spout, then something Like a motor making curves of a floor of algae                            Like the curves of flame. I allow

A drop in the respite-soothe, as soon it predictably     Makes off its tender course, like,

Meandering elsewhere; and does so while leaving you cavalierly without The sea of meanings you had wanted, -anything to gratify the ebb of pain,                 Originally, and the respite-tub drawn already, drawn

Like the way nerves,—that swell up like Gout in the elderly but with each     New problem, rather, not minute, or what’s the difference—

Like the way nerves make my drawn face, as holds seas of insecurities I blow off like friends, or like that dangling hair that’s

Always in front of your face. With barely any cocoa Butter skin stuff, we must then ration; just a drop Of it is just a drop, by itself; I mean, what anarchy

Of mind!, this is like Lord of the Flies But for Cosmos and I don’t mean to harp On these always-nameless sages’ timely

Ways they can and do pause themselves just before the atom splits, at the ledge.

Which is their job. The Rube Goldberg Machine of cause and effect informs The wisdom of sages, and almost creates a vacuum again, with A little air hissing out in places, which was normal, but         In which airless container the split atom         Can stay safely static, the split atom can                   Stay steady and stable. The  Disastrous egg is in two halves and still telling Her story of hope to the cameras, however justified And firm and like a machine the process might be, hoping For a whole omelette. The atom is hovering up and down On the bounce house of Scientific Archival Purposes It says, written in highlighter on a piece of tape Stuck there on tha box of that carnage:

     A more illuminated nothing as would explode New York, but New York as an empty palace, and the room you’re looking for filled

With an atom’s distance from something, This measured in prodding the atom                 With a stick Like you would an hibernating father sleepin off his drunk in bed, when U want to check about whether he is actually dead, again. You do this every hour all day Sunday.                 The atom, once prodded, destroys cities rather Than cracks skulls with beatings, like yr father: as small as it    Is you may do with it what you will so That you may compare the real space and otherness To things with the measurements you recorded.

        And think Your room a gusty field in storm, a soulful dark:

Nothing is sans the purchase, no ownership as life would have it: A habit in the reigns, but still a habit, to rightfully take: no rights,     No, no rights are in death, you                  Kidding? A nil of the finest -one- at the first. That  An immaculate verb might could make me again real If I was dead I believe, wholeheartedly, and if I was remembered for it I          Would be the very res of nostalgia in experiencing it again, Verbing my heart out for the times people call simpler When I won that swim meet back then And the whole complicated story. The good old days,           When scruples sat in people’s stomachs,            Knotting them out of their possible daily impulses And putting that knot somewhere where     It can be forgotten abt, or lost; it then will build up And get more disgusting, like that trash barge That kept being pushed and pushed back                Country after country, east, west, north, south,        And nobody with the stones enough to just Say what everyone is thinking, that     The Starving Children in Cambodia would Benefit from eating this garbage      For food. Or If that grand rotten floating conservatory runs dry, There’s always, always, always Cannibalism to consider!        I am thinking about what is it called When an action has a consequence, like from Saying something dumb, -not who is called thereupon. Because you have to handle it lonely sometimes. If only man -did- press her ears to the door of calmative life  And ambition, but also drew up a snazzy block of wrath to hurl; To carry in a rumpled bundle of info sweatstained by hands              Out of view, tho somewhere; just to make sure: And hurl, thru the glass pane, making shattered glows of Ministered content’s whiling for forever beatitude and depth, as magnetized   Drew forth more other blocks, seeing the success Of the one—more wrong, insipid stars to                    The both life has in it: either/or: well then we are graced             With knowing all there is, While not being it; in death, we scrape our ears Against gravel to hear the dust, pursue the time             Before our grave gave us all the time to tie our unknotted    Discourses, belied a magic happening, to finish the job, and            Then: dismissed by public beings, tho once adored, We settle into our useless state of maximum use. We drew a fire of cosmos, let life make of them, the stars, toys, or things To gaze at longingly, wishing for the mustard to make a need

 Of little stones, by the graveyard gate, where poundage Lays brownly on that coffin, then, we, sealed, remind you that

                       Our doors: you’re what’s behind them. We are the ones             Who peer, forget the stars. Think only of the rainy

Stop, that time in Flatbush tripping on mushrooms. Think of then, When you where suicidal: say: I would be like that,                Like daunting ignoramuses

We call genius, when they were, and in their immortal skin, just Leather and words, for we had lives our own. A man is a man. Think me—

       Off into thoughts, make them akin not to everyday benign silence But, to pausing and compressing all: between the life of my travels,  And when I make a mistake about that.

When I am too roly-poly I will stop worrying about accomplishing things, blasé                 At this stop in the rain, yes, I self-say; And too

Sapped from my long strain,                     With the notions and the back-o-mind            Bewailings, to actually move my body: and think then that your

                           Meaning is not bad, I self-say. And think              Of all the times you have felt on the brink of a shared knowing with her.

When ourselves wished to lift our ears to you sages, and hear Our predicament from you, speeched through nameless lips soaked in wine and        Winding up the dialectic, o nameless sages: lemme jus’ say, We beckoned life appropriately from the appropriate place: we are                           Almost as good at that as at            Ignoring all the while that you correspondingly give us    What we have needed to this end, all this time, and            Have started our own problem Just to attain.