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eepy-evie · 6 months ago

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Twisted Wonderland Senior Headcanons

A/N: i am very tired as i write this, BIBI is saving my life force. I just got screamed at by my mom but the fans (no one) can’t wait 😎. Im sorry Lilia’s is kind of short, im pretty high and have been pushing this off for days.

Contents: Various non romantic headcanons for the seniors in TWST

Trigger warnings (if any): Religion mentions (Trey’s + Leona’s + Vil’s + Rook’s + Idia’s part), eating disorders (Vil’s part), stalking mentions (Rook’s part… no surprise), minor adult themes (idia’s part)

Trey Clover

I might have this feeling only because i also bake but he has beef with multiple people about bread.

Like i mean people spreading misinformation (NO YOU DO NOT NEED TO ADD SUGAR INTO BREAD, IT DOESN’T DO MUCH)

Besides my personal beef with ig bakers…

He doesn’t listen to music, lofi background stuff at best.

He’d listen to anything someone put on with no complaint but he doesn’t feel the need for music for mundane things

With his obsession with brushing teeth i feel like he loves mint

Like i mean spearmint gum constantly, mint chocolate chip ice cream, idk mint leaves in drinks?

Bro can not understand if someone else doesn’t like mint

I believe he is an Atheist living in a Christian household

Its probably brought up rarely but he just doesn’t really believe that saying grace before dinner does anything

I think he’s way too empathetic for his own good, i mean like excusing lots of harmful things due to how someone was raised

(Totally didn’t mean to refer to Riddle but whatevs)

Cater Diamond

Get this man into kpop NOW

I feel he is rivaling Idia with his, honestly abusive, amount of slang

I dont think anyone who isn’t chronically online could stand to hear his thoughts

Or who isn’t insanely mentally unstable

But he pulls shit like “she=onika ate=burgers” every single chance he gets

Which i wont blame him for that, i pull medieval slang every second i can too

He loves brittany broski with his whole heart and soul

Not only is she funny as hell but she can also be very serious in a blink of an eye

On the low he enjoys those insider videos

He likes watching them and pausing them to argue the point to no one

Going back to kpop briefly…

He loves Aespa

Do i know any of the members of Aespa to tell you my assumed bias? No.

Also loves Zerobaseone

Ricky bias

Although i may be biased (oh my a silly pun, you scoundrel)

I do believe that he is a funny person but he is very repressed

I dont mean to make this a whole angst post but he genuinely doesn’t understand how he can express it

He is very sensitive to rejection so i think that leads him to extreme lengths to be liked

And I’m not just talking about how he acts a certain way to please others

I mean a deep rooted guilt for not being what someone wanted

Leona Kingscholar

…all my headcanons for him are purely how I’d personally treat him

Someone get this man a mukbang video and a comfy bed

He barely listens to music but when he does its some rnb stuff

He doesnt care for stuff thats too loud but he does like soft music even if he isnt open about it

I need to make him see nekomimi switch, twitter.gov, and anything else that has catgirls/boys so i can see his reaction

I dont think he holds many physical attributes to lions besides the ears, tail, and teeth but he most definitely holds many reactions and other stuff

Like he is literally sleeping in a garden most the time

He has long(er) nails and hates cutting them

Erm… idk man

I think he had a big Religious breakdown in his childhood

I dont really know what Religion he’d be to start with(due to my lack of knowledge of Religion in Africa) but he’d have the whole moment of betrayal

And then he’s completely Atheist for the rest of his life

Vil Schoenheit

He has a side account where he responds to all his hate comments

For music taste… hear me out…

He likes, on the low, vkei

But no metal like kaneto juusei or gulu gulu I mean malice mizer

He enjoys the instrumental along with the twists they take on classical

Moi meme motie x Vil Schoenheit collab when???

He 100% doesn’t express it though, he tells the public he likes whatever’s popular

I feel like, this may or may not be me projecting, he’s a hellenist

Obviously worshipping Aphrodite and has an altar for her which he never publicly speaks of but is not hiding

heres a bit of TW for eds + that type of stuff

I feel like he has an extremely bad relationship with food

He doesnt see it as something to nourish your body but instead a sort of numbers game

Like with a limit of however much someone says and the whole game is to stay under that number in calories

Besides that i feel he’s very orthorexic to the point he’d refuse to eat something if it looked too “bad” to him

(End of tw)

I know he has a very argued gender identity but i dont think he’s too confused by it

He’s very firm that he is who he is and he never seemed to have much of an inside problem with it

Maybe he got poked fun at a few times but thats all his problems with it

Rook Hunt

Get this man away from me

He is in many fandoms and somehow knows everything going on all the time

Bro personally took down Nayeon’s stalker by himself

But seriously i dont think his intentions are bad, i think he is just trying to be on top of everything in the worst was possible

He doesn’t really think its creepy himself but most the time he is

He is also a Hellenist who worships Aphrodite but also Artemis

He is so very open about his Religion

He makes those hopecore videos on tiktok and has amassed 10k followers but no one knows its him

Yearns to be in the south/midwest for the scenery

Just yearns in general

Bro is single handedly bringing back male yearning and being chalant

Saw bridgerton as a normal tuesday for him

1000 hours on c.ai

I will not, and should not, elaborate.

Is that projecting? Yes. Do i care? No.

He has the longest and some how most effective body/skincare routine ever

I mean like he’d do some shit like “once in a blue moon bath in pure hyaluronic acid for 2.5 hours on the dot”

He loves absolutely everything on everyone and its to a detriment to me personally

Hooked nose? Loved. Chubby? Love. Literally anything unconventional? Consider yourself yearned for.

He listens to anything and everything

Although he cant stand songs about break ups or anything to do with hate

Put this man on “doughnut” by TWICE now.

Idia Shroud

Yes… give me this nerdy man…

He 100% (mostly canon) loves jpop idols

Prolly an akb48 stan

I cant even get started on everything he likes

But i can tell y’all 100% that he is not overly flirty or overly easy to fluster

Istg all i see is either big dom idia or uwu shy boy idia

And both are wrong (in my opinion ig)

He starts arguments about anything and everything in game chats

Because he’s grown up in this big company family he was forced to appear better that how he truly acts so i believe that would also entail with being a die hard hellenist

But without any spotlights he does care, he just likes his games and anime

Speaking of anime…

He loves shoujo, he’s in hiding though

He literally wants to be sawako from “from me to you” but will never say it

Somebody come get this man

If anyone asks he just loves Naruto and One Piece

But we know the truth…

Istg he plays an absurd amount of eroges for the plot

He’s depraved on twitter

Two accounts, one for public image and the other for the unspeakable

Do NOT let him find any dating advice on there cause he will take it and act like a fool

He loves breakcore music and anime intros and thats about it

Besides his jpop idols

I dont think he like kpop, for some reason he just has a grudge against some fans

A little self insert but he 100% has autism (as we all know��) but he also has arfid

For those who dont know… arfid is “avoidant restrictive food intake disorder” which is like you are a very picky eater

He aint struggling with it, he succeeding (LYING)

Malleus Draconia

Get this man a cat or some shit like that

Can someone please make him watch all of aphmau Minecraft diaries and then twilight back to back

This strange individual has that man from the notebook shaking in fear

Bros a hopeful romantic

Randomly says inspiration quotes that you cant find anywhere online

It just came from his heart

He only listens to classical songs he knows how to play

Though i’d doubt if you showed him something he’d dislike it

Bros the yearner

I showed up to the yearning contest and went into anaphylactic shock at the sight of him there

He has honestly researched every single religion for fun

Highlight god damn bible verses for no reason

He needs to make an iceberg of every single religion and why they are good/bad

I just know he has an insane knowledge of lore in any book he’s ever read

Please make him watch smiling friends

You’d have to pause every 5 seconds so he can process it

You could make him do anything tbh, just be like “you should come watch *whatever it is* with me” and bro is outside your door

For shame with the amazing attention towards practically anyone who shows anything besides fear or hatred comes the fact he is unaware of most modern things

He has a tamagotchi and thats it man, get him a 3ds at least

He cant use a phone, cant use a computer, and barely understands the concept of social media

But at least he has the spirit to learn

Lilia Vanrouge

Do i even put him as a senior?

Bro is pushing some mystical number that no one knows

He’s like one of those grandmas that never mention their age and whenever its brought up all they say is “never ask a woman her age”

… perchance a bit controversial but i think he’s bad at cooking on purpose

Ain’t no way someone fucks up cooking THAT bad

I think he really likes horror games

And i dont mean those shitty mascot horrors like poppys playtime

I mean fatal frame, faith, and visage type shit

He listens to breakcore too

I dont make the rules

Hes a gamer grandpa so he either has to have pretty good taste in games/music or the absolute worst

HE’D LOVE GULU GULU AND VKEI

Hes practically already mana sama

Hes got all the moi meme motie dresses

Get grandpa off taobao NOW

I want my nyanya madoka dress, and i will not be stopped by some twinkish old man.

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janiestumb · 1 year ago

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Tokyo

Yesterday’s early morning rain and wind made for a humid, sunny mid-morning. Yesterday’s 7-10am weather event was truly the only weather wrinkle in an unexpectedly warm trip thus far. So I won’t even remotely complain. But I had planned to take the train to Kamakura at 8am and hike to Buddhist and Shinto shrines in the wilderness early so I could make my way back to Tokyo for a pre-planned omakase at 6.

I, of course, did consider hiking in the rain. Because I’m nuts here. More on that later. But when the unfriendly weather and time crunch forced a pivot, I decided to listen to reason (Pee Wee) and escape the heat in some of Tokyo’s truly overwhelming number of museums (dedicated to art! origami! military weapons! packaging!) and continue to do what I love most here. Walk and walk and walk and and walk. And walk and walk. And walk. And have a coffee and charge my phone. And find a bakery and eat bread. And think and look and go "wow" and take a picture. And walk and walk.

At about 10am, I was making my way north toward a museum complex in Ueno when I found myself sweaty, frizzy and self-conscious in the modern, airy business district of Toranomon.

From the moment I arrived in Tokyo, I have felt incredibly out of place here. Not just for my phenotype, but because I am dressed like a piece of shit. That said — despite sticking out, no one in Tokyo has given me even the slightest sense that I don’t belong or any sense of judgment. This is internal. I keep expecting France-style side-eye and getting none!

Before coming here, I of course knew that Tokyo style would be cool, but I am still blown away. People are dressed breathtakingly, stunningly simply and chicly. Not just some people. All people. I mean it.

The common cut of women’s clothes is loose but well-fitted, modest and refined. Not a lot of extraneousness. No prints. No logos. Nothing flashy. Just clean, interesting, modern but classic, and perfect.

“Loose” for locals is not for me. I learned this the fun way a few days ago when I tried on a pleated skirt with an elastic waist at a boutique in one of my favorite new areas, Nekameguro. Already feeling like a hulking ogre in my clunky hiking shoes, dirty shorts and anything-but-understated backpack, I squeezed the skirt over my hips and it squinched my stomach like a hairband. I pulled back the dressing curtain and signed to the shop clerk, “bigger?”, making a circle with my thumbs and pointers and then expanding. She shook her head. “Only one.”

Yes, stores sometimes carry only one size, and that size is too small for me.

So there I was, yesterday, in my extremely non-modest leggings showing off my above-average-for-this-city size, feeling self-conscious that I brought a short, purple rain jacket when that is simply not the cut nor color here, and I was wondering about the salary men.

At every corner in the large district of Minato City, there are groups of men waiting for the walk signal (no jay-walking here) in extremely expensive-looking suits, all going to or from this office or that. Where are they going? What do they do all day?

Sometimes you travel to a place and wish you lived there (Portugal), but this is not one of those places for me. I am obsessed with this city. My heart and mind are expanding at an untenable pace, but I have no desire to live here because I recognize that my life as an outsider is totally different than that of someone living here with a career.

Work-life balance in Tokyo is notoriously tough. My dinner host from Sunday (who I have to devote an entire other blog post to) told me that her late husband used to come home at 11pm and leave for work again at 7am. You get PTO, but never for more than a week at a time, and then sometimes you have to cover for a coworker, so actually just forget it. Time off is never a guarantee. But for me? Without travel, I would be dead.

What’s unbelievably moving to me, in contrast, is that wedged between the modern office buildings, and skyscrapers and businesses and monuments to capital, there are extremely old, fucntional shinto shrines.

And as people come and go throughout their day, they actually use those shrines. They follow the ritual — cleansing their hands and mouths when they enter, bowing, clapping, praying, then bowing again at the exit. Imagine if you were in New York on a Tuesday at 10am, hustling your way from the gynecologist on E 72nd to your office at a media company on 23rd, and on the way you stopped for a quick traditional prayer. It’s breathtaking to see.

Some very brief, reductive info on Shinto - it’s not something you can convert to. It’s Japan’s native belief system. Japanese people can practice it along with Buddhism. Not at odds. I told my host I loved the shrines and she asked if I could even enter because I’m Judeo-Christian. (This is not an unreasonable question! I googled it. Some Christians feel they can not!) My version of spirituality is “all roads lead to the same place and g-d is everywhere.” If I don’t have to pray to a deity or through an intermediary, it’s a go.

Anyway, every day of my life, I feel like I have to make up for lost years, for time spent dealing with death, for giving away my life to career paths that spat on me and a dude who sucked, for actually never having PTO because I was full-time but freelance (still mad), and of course COVID. This is my first non-working vacation in a really really really really long time. And I haven’t had PTO in about a decade.

Yesterday, contemplating what work is all for, I texted my friend “But what do salary men do?” He responded, “I think we are salary men.”

Here’s the thing — he is right.

I had a career pivot this year. I officially stuck the landing of re-entering the full-time employee corporate sphere, selling my soul for health insurance, but the tradeoff for benefits has been that I find myself having to wake up at 7am, sign on and work until 6pm, without ever having the chance to even change into real clothes. I’m still falling behind somehow, and the stress is horrible. (Funny enough, my large mega-corp is based out of Japan.)

I think that’s part of why this trip feels like I’ve been shot out of a rocket. All I do all day long is sit sit sit. Every day is the same. There’s no movement. There’s no meaning. No nothing. Lately, it’s been actually kind of stupidly bad because all that’s consuming me beyond the drudgery of whatever I’m doing is the barrage of horror in the world and my sadness over the way the government is handling it and people are handling it online, my disillusionment with what it means to be progressive, and America slipping further and further into a country of hateful, gun-toting mavericks without any hope for socialized medicine. The tension between my desire to have a family and not wanting to be stuck with some loser partner, no longer being able to travel the way I like, and also wanting to throw up at the thought of what a kid being raised in our modern world has to face. To step away from that right now made me feel worried and guilty, but it has been wonderful.

And life in LA is obviously as good as it gets in America, but don’t come for me, I still think it mostly sucks. It isn’t a city for walkers. It isn’t a city for exploring. It’s a city of cars. I hate traffic and freeways and repetitiveness. And a lot of the time, I feel a weird tension with it.

[Redacted rant about LA because no one cares]

But then, to land in Tokyo. And find a New York meets Paris but way bigger, extremely safe, quiet, clean and tremendous and its entirely own thing that is so fucking pretty and cool and interesting with a phenomenal history feels like shooting off the starting block. I’m flying.

My hips are aching, my lower back is tight and my already-calloused heels have blisters. Despite my brain wanting to keep going going going going every night, at some point I have been forced to stop exploring and assess if I should rest.

I feel this spiritually too. I’m 37 and making up for lost travel time. I’m making up for all the places I haven’t yet seen and trees I haven't touched and people I haven't met and wondering when I’ll get to go back to each place I only see for the first time. My physical ability and my being alive are not guaranteed for one second longer than this moment. Soon, will I be forced to rest?

There are places I go - like here - that my mom would have loved but she never made it. I grieve her so much when I travel. She’d be proud of me. She’d know this person I become when I travel - someone who’s more curious, humble and brave - as me. There’s certain things she said to me that I carry with me when I travel, that nailed the exact kind of person in and of this world I want to be.

I always wish she was with me. She is, but she isn’t. There’s an awe I feel that I get to experience anything at all.

And every day in Japan, I’ve felt what the Portuguese call saudade, a unique nostalgia. For me, it’s for the fact that this trip will end and I’ll be back in my stupid chair 13 hours a day and then trudging through traffic to get to an office in Culver City and back. I’ll be wishing I was traveling. I’ll be feeling like each day is meaningless.

But I’ll get PTO.

Until then, I am simply here — and in life —needing to go and go and go until the wheels fall off.

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thatdamncutegirl · 4 years ago

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My Neko Queen

Individual images have been taken from the internet. The Banner has been made by me.

Author’s note: Hey. So this Idea stemmed from exploring some Japanese mythology fiction and my obsession with cats. Also, the main theme of this fiction has always been a quite loved idea of mine. And since I am getting all my fantasies out here, why not this one too.

Warnings: now this is all sweet fluff and cuteness. But later parts will entail smut as well.

Fighting with Ex, Lois Bashing, Emotional Abuse from Ex, mentions of Emotional Manipulation, also

Cats

If you don’t like them, this is not for you.

Pairings: Clark Kent x reader

Don’t post my work anywhere without permission or credit. Reblogs here are welcome.

Read and review and Enjoy.

It had been a tough day for Clark. He had gotten late for work, spilled coffee on many papers and had a completely shitty day. So, when in the evening, he heard a call for help, he was almost convinced that it was a fake call or it was nothing major. This was the one thing he hated about the whole human breed. They presumed that they all were more important than literally everything. When he was dead, many people had asked to remove his grave as it took too much space. Some governments and organizations asked for his body to be removed from the earth as his ‘alien body’ might pollute the earth. A quick test proved that the area where he was buried, was now one of the most fertile soils of the world. The area was now used as a place to put all the seeds small children could find. The small area was now a canopy in middle of buildings. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the cry again. His morals urged him to follow the voice and try to help. It was not a proper “help”, but something resembling that. When he reached there, he saw a small white munchkin kitten on a high branch. A group of teens was running away from the tree. He quickly put the cat down and sat beside it. At first, it barely gave a reaction. Worried that she might be in a shock, he started petting her. after some time, she realized that she was out of danger and started responding to his strokes. She was trying to push her head more into his hand. He gently picked her up and coddled her in his arms. She started cooing at him and her tiny tail was wagging incessantly. He smiled at her and she was looking at him with so much sparkle in her eyes that he almost got blind. He moved his other finger in front of her and she started making grabby…. paws towards it. He brought the finger close to her and she held it. She looked at it for some time and then started suckling on it. Her tiny tongue was tickling him in the sweetest way. After some more cuddling, he brought her a large piece of bread and some milk. He put her in a safe place in a bush, where no one would see her and she would be safe. He kept the large chunk of bread in milk so that it will be soft enough for her to eat it. After making sure she was comfortable in the box lined with soft, clean cotton, he left to finally retire for the day. The night shift was of Diana and Barry today so he can sleep peacefully. As soon as he went into his apartment, he found it was open. He went in to see that a certain redhead was sitting on his couch, drinking a gross smelling concoction. Immediately, his mind went to the image of an evil ugly witch sipping some green liquid.

“You forgot your house keys in the office”

“So, you could’ve left them there or stuffed them in my drawer”, he spoke in an irritated tone. She was the last person he wanted to see after such a long crappy day. Now he hoped he had picked the kitty up and brought her home.

“and miss the chance of sneaking in and surprising my boy”, she spoke in an overly sweet voice and a smile that was creepier and eviler than a psychopath’s.

“A. That is not called sneaking in. It’s called breaking in. you fucking broke into my house. B. we are not in a relationship. You don’t love me. You love this costume. You love the feeling of being Superman’s girlfriend. You love that you are usually the one reporting about the Justice League. You love the praises and jealousy that you get for being close to the ‘heroes.” He spoke, his vice getting louder word by word.

“fine. I do. But I also love you. And is it wrong of me to love everything that comes with being your woman. Why is it such a problem? You should be grateful that I even give a fuck about you. With you being what you are.” She spoke in a condensing voice. He knew that tone well. It was her emotional torment tone. She knew that anything said in this tone goes straight to his heart.

“what do you mean ‘what I am’?” he shouted, really angry now.

“You are a fucking alien for god’s sake. Do you think you are a part of this Earth? No. you are a part of the other planet that is destroyed now. No human will ever accept you”. She spoke in the same tone. Folding her hands, apparently proud of herself.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE” he shouted. He pushed her out of the door and snatched her purse. A quick search showed that she had at least five copies of his apartment’s key and a copy of his Master key as well. He crumbled them in his hand and threw the purse out, to her feet. He slammed the door in her face, hard enough to rumble the entire complex. He wet in and calmed himself with a freezing shower. The temperature did not mean anything to him, but the chill calmed his down. He put on a pair of grey sweatpants. He decided against wearing anything else. He hated wearing shirts or t-shirts. He put the temperature down to 16℃ and sat on the bed. He didn’t want to watch news. At least one channel would be asking for him to be removed from the earth as he is an alien or for him to be put under observation so his clones can be made. He picked his phone. The phone that was given to all of them. It was a special phone that connected all of them.

To all: I am skipping my news duty. Someone else do it for me.

Arthur: red headed bitch again?

Diana: if you want, I can deal with her.

Arthur: I wish she was my ex. I would have gotten some attention from this incredible lady here.

Viktor: he is at it again.

Clark: yup. He never stops. Arthur check if you are sitting on the Lasso again.

Arthur: I told you. Never talk about it again.

Barry: Hi :)

Diana: hi Barry. Are you doing good on your leave?

Barry: yes. The mountains are beautiful. But why are women asking me to come with them. They all are weird.

Arthur: Seriously. Am I the only one who is being forced to practice celibacy?

Alfred: no sir. Master can use some company. But seems like the stick in his arse is now reaching puberty. It has started having growth spurt.

Everyone: lol.

Bruce: Excuse me?

Clark: he is right. He was in an event last week. A beautiful girl offered him a drink. He gawked at her for minutes and then left. By the end of the event, his shoes had a hole from her heels.

Everyone: lol

Alfred: I think you all should go to sleep or return to your duties.

Slowly, they all logged out. Clark also fell asleep. But right before sleeping, he remembered the kitty. He tried listening her heartbeat and got a positive sound. Now assured, he slept. Hoping that he meets her again. But in his sleep, he also realized one more thing. That humans will never accept him. Except Ma of course. Maybe, he will find someone else. A goddess maybe. Or an Angel.

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years ago

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Charcoal

Summary: You break up with Bucky, but agree to one last event.

Warnings: Breeding!Kink, smut, maybe dubcon (but not really), alcohol, charcoal

Words: 2500

A/N: Based on a post, that I can’t link to at the moment.

At least the coffee shop was crowded. It made the conversation a little less personal.

“I’m sorry, but we’re just looking for different things.” You twiddled your thumbs. “I think you’re great and all, but you keep talking about starting a family and I am no where near that point in my life.”

Bucky’s small smile didn’t drop, but you saw the disappointment in his eyes.

“But you would make such a great mother.” He reached out and took your hand. “And our children. The two of us together? They could rule the world.”

“See?” You pulled your hand away. “That sort of talk…it creeps me out a little. We’re not even married.”

“I’m sorry, but I say what’s on my mind.” Bucky ran his hands through his hair. “I can tone it down?”

“No.” You had made up yours and weren’t about to back down. “You need to find someone who wants the things you want. You’ll make a great dad and its obvious you’re ready.”

Bucky fell back in the chair. He didn’t make eye contact with you as he blew a gust through his lips.

“The party. Tomorrow night. Everyone is coming.” He looked at you with such sadness. “Could you? Save some face? Pretend we’re still together?”

“What party?” You didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

“Steve and some of the team are coming over. It’s casual.” Bucky ran his fingers down his face. “I told you about it last month. Maybe I should cancel. Not really in the mood for company.”

The guilt hit, and it hit hard. He looked so defeated. The last few months had been fun, and you did have feelings for the man.

“No. Don’t cancel.” You nodded. “I value our relationship. Maybe one more night will give some closure.”

“Tomorrow at eight?” Bucky gave a half smile.

“I’ll be there.” You grabbed your purse. “Goodbye Buck.”

He gave you a nod. You turned and left the shop. Blinking away the tears that were forming. You wanted this to end. There was no reason for crying.

This was awkward. Bucky had texted you the time, but standing outside his apartment felt weird. He made it clear he didn’t want his friends to know about your break-up. What would that entail? You hoped not a lot of PDA. He knew you were over and better act like it.

With a fist raised you knocked once and the door flung open.

“Heyyyy.” Steve reached out and gave you a hug, kissing you on the cheek. “Since when do you knock? Did Bucky not give you a key yet?”

“I forgot it.” You hugged him back, knowing you were going to miss him. Bucky’s friends had always been so kind to you.

You walked in to see the usual crowd. Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Wanda, Sam, Pepper. Some of them had dates. Nobody you didn’t know. They were mingling amongst each other, giving you casual waves.

“Buck made this fantastic punch. I’ll get you a glass.” Steve ran over to the kitchen table and you followed, trying to avoid the host for a little bit.

“Whoa. Is there a theme?” You looked at the little spread of appetizers. They were all black.

The chips, the dips, the punch. Every thing on the table was dyed black with food coloring.

“You’re not allergic to coconut are you?” Steve handed you a glass of black liquid.

You shook your head.

“What’s with all the black?” You were hesitant to take a sip.

“Ask your boyfriend.” Steve shrugged, grabbing a black chip and dipping it. “I think it’s a pre-Halloween thing, but black or not the guacamole is delicious.”

He dipped another chip and handed it to you. While it didn’t look appetizing in the least you figured why not and took a bite.

“Holy shit.” You brought your hand to your lips as the flavor his your lips. “That is amazing.”

“It all is.” Steve gave an exaggerated head nod. “Almost like he hired a professional chef. Try the meatballs, the vegetable dip. I mean everything on this table is phenomenal. Take a sip of the punch.”

You brought the drink to your mouth and nodded in agreement as it ran down your tongue. Bucky wasn’t this good of a cook.

“I was wondering when you would get here.” Bucky put his arm on your waist as he walked around you, dropping it as your body stiffened. “I see Steve is taking care of you?”

“The food is amazing.” You knew word vomit was coming. You were nervous and always got that way. “Why is it all black?”

“Why not?” Bucky shrugged as he picked up some form of breaded appetizer. “Open up.”

You parted your lips as he stuck the food in your mouth. You had no clue what it was, but damn it was tasty. Tony called for Steve and he moved into the other room, leaving you and Bucky alone.

“Don’t worry.” He smiled. “I won’t make tonight strange. Thank you for being here.”

“You can’t cook like this.” You wanted to change the subject. “Did you get a caterer?”

“I have some tricks up my sleeve.” Bucky laughed. “Maybe you didn’t know me as well as you thought. Now come on. It’s a small enough group I’m hoping we can do a few party games.”

Your cheeks went warm as you followed him into the other room. He winked at you as he tried to corral the party guests. This was the Bucky you wanted. The normal one, who was charming and caring. You bit the inside of your cheek, promising not to fall down that hole again. He was ready to be a father. He needed to find someone on his level and that wasn’t you.

The night flew by. Pictionary, motor mouth, and even a few new games. Bucky was so attentive always making sure your drink was filled and there was a little appetizer plate in front of you. You were eating too much, but it was so delicious, blackness and everything.

“I’ll be right back.” It was the other team’s turn at Trivial Pursuit and you needed to use the bathroom.

Nobody objected as you snuck away. While you were alone you wondered if you had made the right choice. It was so natural and easy with him. But the baby stuff. No. That was too much. You weren’t ready.

After washing your hands and fixing yourself in the mirror a little you opened the door to see Bucky standing right there.

“Hey.” You didn’t want to have a deep conversation right now.

“Thank you for doing this.” He gave a smile. “I’m sure they’ll all be heartbroken for me when I tell them the truth. I hate to ask, but will you stay until the end? I’ll pay for your Uber.”

“Of course.” You could deal with that. “I’ll miss them too.”

You didn’t want to give him any ideas. No reconciliation.

“Did you take your pill?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” Your stomach dropped.

“You take it every night at nine. Just because we’re not together anymore, I didn’t want you to forget.” His smile dropped. “I shouldn’t bring it up, but I’d hate to see you be irresponsible with a random at a bar.”

“Oh.” You had forgot. “Don’t…that’s…I mean, don’t worry about that. Thank you for the reminder. My purse is in the kitchen.”

You walked down the hallway with Bucky. Thinking about his comment. Was that where he was headed? One night stands with randoms? Why did the thought make you feel sick.

“Here.” Bucky filled you a fresh cup of the black punch. “To swallow.”

“Right.” Ugh. You hated how he was making your knees week.

You went into your purse and pulled out your pill, popping it in your mouth. Was he trying to show you he wasn’t obsessed with a having a kid? In the past he made jokes about flushing your pills. Now he was on board? Could he be relaxing?

No. You were over. You weren’t falling down that path again. He would find someone ready for what he wanted and you would keep on living your life the way you wanted to: kid free.

“Let’s go back to the group.” Bucky pushed off the table.

You nodded and followed him. Reminding yourself you were friends. Nothing more. This was what you wanted.

The food died down, but the drinks never did. You imagined your tummy was filled with blackness, but even with the weird color it was delicious.

“Alright, I’m calling it a night.” Steve pulled out his phone. “Ride will be here in a minute.”

You stood up from the couch to give him a hug goodbye. He shook hands with Bucky.

“You better treat her right.” Steve winked at you. “She’s a keeper.”

The alcohol and over eating made your head dizzy. Maybe Bucky should keep you? Was it wrong to give him a second chance? What if he did stop talking about you carrying his child?

You didn’t want to have these thoughts, but tonight was perfect. Reminded you of why you liked Bucky so much in the first place. He shut the door on Steve and turned to face you.

“Should I call you that car?” He put his hands in his jeans as he walked passed you into the kitchen, starting to clean up the food. “Or can I guilt you into some clean up? The punch is almost done. We can kill it together.”

“I shouldn’t drink any more.” You were teetering on drunk, and knew your resistance was going to fail.

“But you want to.” Bucky lifted up the bowl and split it into two cups. “Who am I to deny you anything?”

A small smirk came to your face as you reached out and took the drink. Then you walked to his cabinet and pulled out some tupper ware.

“So who was the cook?” You started to clean. “I know it wasn’t you.”

“I dyed it black.” Bucky laughed. “That’s something right?”

“Tonight was a lot of fun.” You knew you shouldn’t have this conversation, but couldn’t help yourself. “Thanks for inviting me. Maybe we can stay friends?”

“I don’t think so.” Bucky smiled as he looked at you. “It’s hard to be friends with someone you’re constantly thinking about fucking.”

His words sent a chill through you. This was a bad idea, but you answered before you could think.

“You want to fuck me?” You put the food down and crossed your legs, feeling your excitement growing.

“Of course I do.” Bucky squinted his eyes and took a step toward you. “You’re the one who wanted this to end. Remember?”

“I’m not ready. I don’t know if I’ll ever be.” You hoped he wouldn’t make you say the word baby, kid, or child out loud.

“Hey.” His hand came up and cupped your cheek. “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about me and you. Together or not, you’re so beautiful. All night I’ve thought about nothing but diving between your legs.”

Red sirens went off in your head. Bad idea. Bad idea. But he was so gorgeous and your head was a little fuzzy from the alcohol. Maybe you were overreacting.

His head dipped down and lips crashed into yours. You cooed at the familiarity as your arms went around his neck. The way his mouth felt against yours was perfection. His tongue slid out, rougher than normal, owning your mouth. The gentleness vanishing as he tugged you closer, running his hands down your back to your ass, lifting you up.

“This isn’t smart.” You broke the kiss as Bucky carried you out of the kitchen. “We want different things.”

“Right now, the only thing I want is you.” His eyes flashed heavy with lust as he went back in for the kiss. “Only you.”

You could handle that. You wanted to handle that. You purred into his mouth, clawing at Bucky until he got to the bedroom.

Heavy swats and random kisses while you peeled off each other’s clothing. Tearing at each other, the thirty six hours you’d been apart feeling like torture.

“Bucky, this doesn’t mean….” He kissed you, shutting you up as he flipped your down on the bed.

You moaned as his arms hooked under your knees, putting your ankles on his shoulders. He bent down and you moved with him so your thighs pressed against your chest and feet hit his back.

Bucky slid in with ease. You shuddered, loving the way he filled you. The position let him get deep. Deeper than you were used to, making you wiggle around trying to get comfortable. But he pushed forward and place his hands next to your head. His weight was on you and you had to scoot down to support him, feeling his cock tap your cervix.

“Fuck.” You let out a heavy breath.

“No more talking.” Bucky’s lips found yours. He bit down hard and dragged his teeth back. “Conversation is over.”

That was music to your ears.

He pulled out and slammed back into you. A squeal left your lips. He was starting out hard, but it felt amazing. There was no warm up as he fucked you into the mattress, the position giving you little to do but take his cock.

The moans and whimpers started. You ran your fingers through his hair as he moved his attention to your neck.

“Never leaving me again.” He bit down and you cried out. “Never.”

You couldn’t think straight. DIdn’t want to either. This was where you belonged, taking his cock long and hard.

“Make you mine forever.” His teeth dragged, sending tiny bolts of pain to the pleasure building in your core. “You want that. Don’t you?”

His cock never gave up. Pounding into you, forcing any working brain cells you had to vanish.

You were moaning like crazy, clawing at him. This was animalistic. Like nothing you’d ever experienced before. You were raw emotion and whatever noises you’d made he interpreted as agreement.

“That’s a good girl.” He pressed down inside of you hard, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

The stimulation made you try to back away, but you were trapped by him. You through your neck back and cried out. The coil growing tighter and tighter.

When Bucky pulled out again your bundle of nerves was swollen for him, needing more attention. You whimpered as he went back to railing you instead, taking control of your body.

“You feel so good baby.” Bucky nipped at your ear. “I’m going to cum, and then I’m going to cum again. I’m not even going to stop.”

You were dying. The need growing more and more. You knew he wasn’t lying.

“I’m going to leak out of you.” He growled. “Then blow more inside. You’re going to drip me all over the sheets.”

Your toes started to curl first. Like you were trying to fight it, your body shouldn’t be responding to his words the way they were, but you wanted that. The mental image too much.

You thrashed underneath him as the spring went loose, flooding your body with ecstasy.

Your orgasm spread as he bottomed out, his cock exploding inside you. The cooing came back, a sheen of sweat covering your body. You shivered around him, gasping for air while the feeling of fuzziness covered your entire body.

You lost attention more a moment, only coming back when you realized he lived up to his promise and was back to fucking you again without even pulling out. Why did you break up with him again?

“I’m going to fuck you silly.” He moved a hand to grab your chin, focusing you on him. “You’ll know where you belong by the end of the night.”

You were at a loss for words, unsure if he was an angel or a devil. But right now you didn’t care. You were at his mercy and it felt like where you belonged.

She passed out. Little breathes as she slept. Bucky couldn’t stop rubbing her stomach. There was there a baby in there. He was certain of it.

After all, he fed her enough charcoal and came in her enough. Plus made sure she took her pill at just the right time to make it ineffective.

She was going to learn her place soon enough. As a mother to his child. And she would be grateful. He was certain.

Plus he looked forward to the conversation:

“Bucky, I don’t understand. I’m pregnant. How did this happen?” The nerves on her face.

“Well the pill is only effective 99% of the time. We’re the one percent.” He’d smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you and the baby. Forever.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfic

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mikumanogi-blog · 3 years ago

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2017-03-05 “Stagnation” Kubo Shiori Blog #7

Is there anybody who thought “today is Kubo’s blog day?”!

It’s Shiori’s blog~ (I didn’t make you wait did I…)

I thought I would try changing up my usual introduction.

Hello everyone, Thank you for work hard again today. I’m Nogizaka46 3rd generation member Kubo Shiori.

My hair is curled.

The other day something fortunate happened.

When the makeup artist was finished hair spraying my hair the can (big size) was empty. The last person that giant can of hair spray was used on was… me. Isn’t that lucky? It rarely happens (‘._.`)

Hehehe

First off, I want to look back at what has happened recently. Thank you so much for the 5th Year Anniversary Birthday Live.

Hito ha naze hashiru no ka?

Tsuyogaru tsubomi,

Hane Kioku,

Harujion ga suku koro,

Shiori kumo ni note,

Hause!

The 3rd generation members all stood on that stage while considering the significance behind why we were given these songs to perform.

The emotions and the scenery I had from that stage is something I will never forget for as long as I live. More than anything, seeing all the 3rd generation member towels, pen light colors surprised me...I was overjoyed. I’m a very fortunate person. Thank you.

We also did a recording for the 3rd generation song 「sanbanme no kaze」off the 17th single. Surprise…and joyfulness… (You’re probably thinking that those are the only two emotions I have, I do have a lot of other ones…) At any rate this is something I’m thankful for. The wonderful lyrics and melody, this song will forever by important to me.

I was also nervous because this was my first time doing a PV shoot, but I thought that each shoot was done with care. I received the help of many people and as my first ever shoot I was able to make it an extremely meaningful experience. Thank you very much. I want to see all my fans again. Please wait for me. (TL note: I am assuming this is for the individual PV’s and not the music video PV)

And now… Q&A time!!!

Because I wasn’t able to do a Q&A on my previous blog I will also be answering questions asked for that blog (‘._.`)

· Which do you like more sweet or spicy?

I like food. Recently I’ve been enjoying sweet foods!

· Are you good or bad at physical exercise?

You probably thought I was bad at physical exercise didn’t youuu~ but that not true at all! I’m average. This year on my first sports test I was awarded an A rank!

· Do you cook? What food is your specialty?

I may look like I do and I doo~ It makes me happy to hear my family say “delicious” after they finish eating my food.

My specialty food is…it’s hard to say, when I was younger it used to be omurice (‘._.`)

Currently my specialty is probably a type of sweet… I’m always making sweets.

· In your middle school club, what was the toughest club activity?

Most likely the stairway dash (‘._.`) I was always sore the next day. After that was the zoo warm up (‘._.`) Duck, Bear, Seal, crocodile, , , nostalgic memories (‘._.`)

· What are some events made a lasting impression for you from Nogizaka under construction?

There are a lot of events but, Hori Miona’s「ikimana onna」line from her version of Wakatsuki Yumi’s Hashi kun was funny! (TL note: you can find an ENG sub version on YouTube).

Speaking of Miona san, at the concert she came to talk with me. She also put up a picture of me on her blog…thank you so much. Yamazaki Rena also posted one on her blog. Thank you very much (‘._.`)

(TL Note: Kubo and Rennachi & Kubo and Miona)

Honestly, I feel shy when meeting new people, when the senior members came to talk to me, I got tongue tied. I feel guilty… I wonder if that’s why people may think things like “Kubo is hard to approach isn’t she” I’ll continue to reflect upon my weakness from the shadows.

I honestly couldn’t speak. I also have a quiet voice… Ever since I was born I’ve been a lost cause…Despite my flaws the senior members are still nice to me. I want to talk more with the senior members about various things but because of my personality it’s probably won’t be enjoyable for them…My personality is something I need to change (‘._.`)

· I burned myself…

Are you alright!?!? Please make sure to treat it properly so it doesn’t leave a scar (‘._.`) Pain, pain go away~ While I was saying that I um… also burned myself (‘._.`) I was half asleep and I…burned my neck with a hair iron… out of all the places it could’ve been why in such an obvious spot…I will reflect upon this mistake.

· Are there times where you are picky or obsessed about your fashion?

Umm… well, I wear what I like without fussing over the brand. Recently I’ve been liking unique clothing~ Heading into spring I’ve been buying yellow and pink colored clothes. Renka told me “You’ve become more stylish lately” I’ve decided I want to wear more and more different types of western style clothing. I’ll do my best!

· Can you see the towels and penlights from the stage?

Of course I can see them! Every time I spot one it makes me happy. I have some good news! Because my eyesight has gotten worse my contact lens strength has gone up, this means that I can spot everyone even easier than before! Allllright, from one end to the other I’ll find you all!

· Show me a picture of you with twin tails!

Sure, here you go!

I knew it was no gooood!

Oh no, my hair is covered by my hood and the picture is bluury isn’t it~

…I’m sorry. Self-reflection. Self-reflection.

· Why were you crying together with Nakada Kana san in the dressing room?

On a silent Friday, my name was brought up by Nakada Kana san. Thank you very much (‘._.`)

First of all, she did not make me cry!!! There is a reason for why I was crying… The first time we started practicing for Principle was a time where I had anxiety over how things would turn out going forward. Then Kana san came and talked with me… we talked a lot about her personal stories from her Principle performance and the future. The details are already….. I’m crying. I wonder if I can become stronger…Can I really keep at it…What should I do…. These are the insecurities I showed in front of my amazing superior. (‘._.`) I am extremely grateful to Kana san (‘._.`) Thank you very much.

· Are you someone that eats a lot?

Yes I am! One of my favorite phrases is, I want to eat____. Just the other day, for lunch, I ate bread, rice and beef stew. For dinner I ate 30 gyozas. After that I had waffles and strawberry daifuku. Oh I also had ice cream. I have a bottomless stomach. (from the title of my blog two blogs ago ‘There is no limit’)

· Do you like bread?

I do!!!! For a while I was addicted to bread crusts, and I ate them plain. I would eat them while waiting for practice to start!

· What is something you’ve been addicted to lately?

Yogurt with soy flour on top!!! I’ve been way too addicted this pairing. I could put roasted soybean flour on anything.

· Favorite ice cream flavor?

Matcha!! After that is Soy flour!! Eastern style ice cream flavors are ◎ but as expected I can’t choose between them (‘._.`)

For this blog I am going to end the Q&A here!!! I’ll being doing it again in the future!

What been going on recently? Speaking of which, I’m going to start with some of my worries. My shyness has gone too far, so far that I’ve had troubles taking pictures with other members. However, I know that a lot of fans are waiting and saying “post pictures with the other members!”… For my fans I plucked up the courage and I took my first ever three-person selfie since joining Nogizaka46.

This should be a commemorative picture. Miichan, ririan, Tsuki Taro san. Thank you so much. I hope we continue to get along.

(TL note: I’m not sure what 月太郎 (tsuki taro) means. After some research I found that 太郎月(taro dzuki) mean first moon of the new year, so she might just be calling herself a newbie).

Next, in Manatsu san’s blog, she was asked about which member she would want to be her little sister… In her answer she wrote about me…Thank you so much, Manatsu san is so kind. On the day of the 5th Year Anniversary Birthday Live I apologized to Manatsu saying “I’m really sorry for doing ‘zukkyun’ in Girl’s Rule during Principle” and Manatsu san said “no no, it’s completely fine! If anything, I’m glad that you did! Thank you so much!” Manatsu san is so kind isn’t she (‘._.`) Thank you so much for being nice to someone like me.

Guess what, guess what, Because I I was completely sold out for the handshake event another time slot has been added. Thank you very much! I am very, very, very, VERY happy… For everyone that will come see me I’ll make sure to give you a good time.

“I’ll never be able to forget this! I want to go again! I’m cheering for you!” I’ll do my best to give you these kinds of feelings. More than anything let’s enjoy ourselves. I’m really excited to talk to everyone! I wonder if I’ll see the people I met at the meet and greet again? I’ll be waiting for you!!

Today, for the first time in a while something happy and enjoyable happened. I was also able to make unforgettable memories.

There’s so much I want to say but this blog has already gone on for so long… I have been told before that I really like photography and I really do. That’s why when everyone gets a hold of the new magazine I’m in I hope to bring enough interest for them to say “wow who is this girl?” I’m making sure to not slack off in order to be the kind of person that stands out in a crowd.

Just because you work hard doesn’t mean everything is going to turn out the way you want it to, but if you don’t put in the work then it definitely won’t.

I don’t want to be someone who is all talk and no action. I want to be someone that even though they say big things they can make them into reality. Yet even though I say that I don’t have enough confidence to talk about my own dreams. I’m a coward. I will change. I will change even more.

In the last blog I received a lot of comments giving me advice and so I based my writing for this blog on that. The opinions that I saw most in the comments were “don’t be so stiff! Relax a bit!” Thank you very much. That’s why I decided to try and make a more relaaaaxed blog this time. What do you think?

Finally one last question from the comments!

· Out of all the 3rd generation members, which member pretends to remember something the fastest?

That person is Tamami! Wow! Tomorrow is Tamami’s blog! Make sure to give it a read!!!

Kubo will write again.

(In Minachan’s blog I was temporarily recruited for a group called Nabepa (Nabe party). It doesn’t look like we can meet up often… Maybe we should try recruiting. What do you think would be good? The members are Tamami, Minachan and Ayati, and me.)

(TL Note: Minachan is Umezawa Minami)

Kubo Shiori

https://blog.nogizaka46.com/third/2017/03/037204.php

(TL note: trying to find a good translation for a blog title was difficult, the word used in japanese is 渋滞 which can mean either ‘congestion’ ‘delay’ or ‘stagnation’, I decided to go with stagnation because after reading this blog I got the impression that she feels like her growth as a person has become a little stagnant)

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the-technicolor-whiscash · 4 years ago

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Ok so like, I feel like the first half of season 2 of Torchwood kinda had its ups and downs, I didn’t love it as much as season one. But pretty much from the time Martha showed up and Owen [REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED], it really picked up and got back to the standard I had kinda expected from season 1.

I LOVED From Out Of The Rain because I am obsessed with the idea of an evil haunted carnival and also the vibe of an old movie theater so I was really relating to Ianto during that one cause that shit is so much fun

Didn’t vibe with Adam cause I just do not like the trope of manipulating memories, that shit just scares me deeply cause really memory is all we have isn’t it and the idea of someone changing that is scary. Doesn’t mean it was a bad episode I just don’t like the trope

I go back and forth on Something Borrowed because on the one hand, the idea of having to kill a shapeshifting alien at your wedding is HILARIOUS to me and I love that, but at the same time I am not the world’s largest fan of Alien Instapregnancy nor am I the world’s largest fan of Rhys. So, good and bad. The alien pregnancy definitely felt too much like a fucked up kink thing for me to enjoy it.

I liked the concept of Adrift, but the characters just felt... off in that one. Like, yknow what I mean? I get at least why Jack and Ianto were off, but why were Toshiko and Owen weird? Like, did they know about Jack’s island of rift refugees? If they did, why not just tell Gwen? Idk I just wish that made more sense but the concept for the episode was good

A flashback episode can be good or bad and boy Fragments was certainly a good one at least in my eyes because holy shit the emotions that made me feel. I appreciate how it kind of gives weight to why Owen is always so cynical about love, and why Tosh tends to keep her cards close to her chest. Ianto’s was extremely funny to me esp the part where he just fucking shows up at Torchwood holding a cup of coffee and asks point-blank for a job like fuck yeah dude go get that bread. And also the pterodactyl. However I refuse to believe Jack has only died 1,6XX times before the episode takes place, that man inspires both rage and lust in people and either way it makes people try and kill him all the time

Exit Wounds fucking obliterated my heart and soul and also I was prepared to hate John Hart but came out of it absolutely loving him more than I did before. Dude is just out here having a good time dressed like the ringmaster of the Galaxy and you know what, I fuck with that. But that ending, oh my god, my heart is just smoldering ruins right now.

I love that they brought Martha in for a few episodes she deserves all the love in the world. Honestly if they wanted to make a show entirely about Martha like, becoming a doctor for people injured by aliens, I would eat that shit up. BBC, call me, lemme write you up a script cause I will.

I was VERY concerned in Something Borrowed when you find out Gwen is totes in love with Jack cause I thought they were gonna make them a thing but thankfully they were straightbaiting. Much as I would’ve liked to have seen Toshiko end up in a healthy relationship with a woman, I respect that she defo was in love with Owen from like day one but Owen is. Well. Owen.

I wish they had done more with Jack’s brother and had more scenes with them like, talking instead of just his brother repeatedly trying to murder him. I wanted a little more of the emotional buildup, instead of just “oh he’s here he’s Jack’s brother and he’s going to bury him alive for 2000 years” like, gimme some sad conversations. More than just what they actually gave us.

But yeah, those are my Torchwood season 2 thoughts all in one post you can quickly scroll past wondering what kinda bullshit I’m on now. I plan on starting children of earth soon but not tonight cause oh my god I need to emotionally recover from season 2 and the fact I feel like my emotions have been tied to a pickup truck and dragged along a highway.

#the whiscash administration #torchwood spoilers #Torchwood

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jamiebluewind · 5 years ago

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Character Descriptions for Fantasy High 2.9!

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As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out!

Warning: trauma, abuse, mental abuse, neglect, starvation, manipulation, memory loss mention, dark themes, isolation, imprisonment, fantasy racism, vomit mention (please let me know if I missed any)

All pronounciations typed out have a rolled R.

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Facts

The party is currently at 44,100 exp. each. Next level is at 48,000 (which will probably take 3 more big battles, 2 if Brennan is super generous with RP awards).

Abernant family had all their land and wealth reclaimed by The Court of Stars for their treachery and failure to prevent a war with Solace. Elianwyn committed treason and betrayal as well.

To save Adaine, the group decided to break up into 3 teams: Pylon 1 (Ragh, Tracker, Cathilda, and Sandra Lynn), Pylon 2 (Gorgug, Fabian, and Riz), and Recovery (Ayda, Fig, and Kristen). Team 1 and 2 would simultaneously take out the pylons. Then, the recovery team would go in (invisible and/or disguised) and gets Adaine and Aelwyn. They would all meet back at Van where they would most likely use Ayda's teleport to leave Fallinel (or regroup to plan their next move).

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New Characters

Tell-ah-mine Low-men-el-da

Fabian's grandpapa

Tall elf with regal green robes, a silver circlet, long platinum white blond hair with a widows peak, and shimmering blue eyes

Crinkle in the corners of his eyes shows his age in sort of an Elrond way. He look of a dude in his late 40s/early 50s who took excellent care of his body and kept it tight

Moves with supernatural grace

Can turn into silver sand and float away

Has no concept of what time means

Obsessed with the fact that his grandson will die before him (Your human blood has brought mortality to this family. You will one day die.)

Offers to send word to an elf who is a fabled eye smith who lives on the high mountains at the heart of Fallinel that can craft a working eye (from songs, whispers, beams of moonlight, jeweled edges of the blue of the sea, and shimmering poems pulled from the ether itself) for Fabian, but has no clue how long it will take (a moment, a year, or a hundred years).

Can't pronounce words in common very well, especially words he's never heard before (which delights Fabian and pisses off Gorgug)

Calls Fabian Aramais Seacaster fa-bee-ahn ah-rye-ah-my-ess Seacaster (which might actually be the proper pronouncations of his name in that region as "Seacaster" was said correctly and that's how all the other elves say his name as well) and calls Hallariel ha-lair-ee-el

Weeps without moving his face, but also sometimes makes a soft eeehhhh sound when he cries (at one point he cried over a drop of water)

Gifted stewardship of Khy-low Meh-new-rah 3000 years ago after he crafted The Sword of the North Star (he was the smith of fung-dran-ghoor) for the ancient king of Fallinel Th-wrist-win Eversong.

"Without the Elven Oracle, we are lost."

Saw the Abernants as power hungry and cruel and can't understand why they would leave Fallinel. He found Anguin in particular to be a crass and small man with no nobility, only a thirst for power.

Thinks Riz has a harsh energy, is "a little dick", and calls him "a strange green mouse thing"

Got physically ill when a gun was explained to him, calling it gross and some dwarven kind of thing before vomiting which he turns into a flock of white crows

Vhan-lair-ee-el

Fabian's aunt

Tried to heal Fabian's pneumonia with elvan singing

Said "I have failed" when her singing doesn't work before she fades into starlight and vanishes

Hal-door-in and [unnamed youth]

Elven teens in white linen shorts arguing because [unnamed] believes Hal-door-in took his lute.

Calmed by a distant song which stopped their fight.

Faf-threth-riel

Lithe elven youth (around 17 or 18 years old) with a blond mop of hair covering one eye

Bakes elven whey bread

Lived a sheltered life

Ragh was the first half-orc he met

Mostly into Ragh due to Ragh being half orc, excessively talking about his green skin (like the boughs of a tree leafy, my leafy man), being big and beefy (your legs are like the mighty trunks of trees), was really into rage (like when Ragh punched a seat cushion) to the point of it making Ragh uncomfortable

Sang in bed

Treth-thren-ren

Elven youth who does morning dance yoga

Tried to get Fabian to eat a grape

Oak Warriors

Elemental plant based automaton soldiers made of pure magic

Look like 8 foot tall green men with leaves coming from their faces

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Changes to Established Characters

Aelwyn

Matted long blond hair

Dry skin, chapped colorless lips, and thick bags under her eyes

Severely dehydrated and trance deprived (probably hasn't been allowed to trance for nearly a year)

5 points of exhaustion. Only magic is keeping her from going to the 6th level and dying.

Her "room" is a large large beautiful elven chamber with silver and marble. Ambiant light glows from the white stone.

Trapped inside a 15 foot diameter orb that's constantly turning so she can't trance

Crawling on hands and knees while trapped, shaking with the effort

Doesn't give Adaine up to Kear

Can still remember how to cast the message cantrip

Feels strange and addled (unable to think clearly; confused), can't remember what's real or imagined anymore, doesn't clearly remember what happened in her past (including what she did to get imprisoned), and forgets what she and Adaine have already talked about (causing a lot of reputation).

Thinks her parents "tried their best they could" and that "they expected quite a lot of us, but isn't that what- doesn't that... didn't that make us great?" (possibly due to something her father said or did since her imprisonment as it echoes a few things he's said)

Gilear

Looks scruffy (from not shaving), dirty, and has pit stains

Somehow didn't mess up being diplomatic with Fabian's grandpapa

Unbuttons the top button on his shirt when he "lets loose"

To Fig about Sandra Lynn and Garthy: Are you aware of such... hanky panky?

Learning of Sandra Lynn's infidelity with Garthy "Honestly? Perhaps this is... fucked up. It makes me feel... like there wasn't something uniquely wrong with me. Maybe a tiny little w for Gilear."

Spent the night walking through the forest with Hallariel's father, reciting poetry (badly)

To Fabian after Hallariel's father threw up "You're low and he's low. It's Gilear's day baby! It's Gilear's day."

Tried to ask Hallariel's father for her hand, but even though Fig gave him bardic inspiration and Riz helped by covering Fabian's mouth, he failed... so much. ("Lord Tell-ah-mine of Khy-low Meh-new-rah I like you am-" *makes himself throw up* "We get it. We both get it. We... We're the throw up boys." *passes out*)

Ayda

Hid in the van the entire visit

Might have rejection sensitive dysphoria (which is common in those with autism or ADHD)

Did a sending spell to Zelda for Gorgug for 150 gold (after reminding him that she very much does not like anyone in her debt or visa versa)

Offered to exact vengeance on Zelda for Gorgug

Is powerful enough to know teleport and learn plane shift (so level 13 or higher)

Stated that Adaine is her best friend and decides that since Fig is also Adaine's best friend, by the transitive property she is best friends with Fig as well (and Fig agreed). Learning this, she says "Fantastic. I grow richer by the day. I'm emotional." before starting to cry fire "I'm emotional. I'm gonna fly away." She then flew away, returning after she had calmed down.

Ragh

Ate grapes and started burping musical notes after he left Khy-low Meh-new-rah.

Lost his virginity to Faf-threth-riel who then got creepy and kinda racist, making Ragh very uncomfortable (and want to get out of there asap)

Fabian

Lost both points of exhaustion thanks to the 8000 thread count elven sheets (did they get to keep the sheets or at least one sheet for help with exhaustion?)

Felt really good when he tried out dance yoga, even wondering if he should be some kind of yoga dancer instead of a fighter (how about a whirling dervish dancer like Cathilda?)

The grapes he put in his pocket (after refusing to eat them) turned into song

Indifferent towards saving Aelwyn and doesn't want to be on the retrieval team

When he started feeling anxious about the Aelwyn stuff, Riz told him to lose himself in dancing again to feel free (Riz: You are the only one that I wanna see dancing right now.) It made him feel much better.

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Other Characters

Adaine

Taken by Court of Stars

Her jacket and spellbook were taken

Trapped in an orb which is soft and doesn't hurt her, but the constant movement of its slow turning doesn't allow her to be still or trance

The walls of her room glow with runes and there are many perminant magical effects, making her captors capable of some crazy things (like prepared directional counter spells), but the setup wouldn't counter cantrips

Escaped the orb with dispel magic (dc 15) which makes a couple counter spells go off and an alarm sound

Hid in Aelwyn's room. The sister's spoke before she was recaptured and placed back in her orb. Adaine told Aelwyn that she was going to get her out

Discovered that her room was close enough to Aelwyn to talk to her via the message cantrip

Repeatedly cast Ray of Frost to turn her orb into a slip and slide to stay entertained

Instead of speaking to her father in elvish, she responded in common. Also cast Tasha's Hideous Laughter on him.

Anguin and Kear said she would be executed for treason for staying in Solace and refusing to cooperate. She demanded a lawyer and then the Ambassador to Solace, citing her age and being a student at Augefort Adventuring Academy which summoned a recorded hologram of Arthur Augefort.

Arthur Augefort

Has a recorded hologram that is activated when a student claims the need of his diplomatic help in foreign affairs.

It threatens the listeners with graphic and terrifying violence and doom, giving them the options of either rectify the actions that summoned him (Yes) or refuse and welcome the aforementioned punishment for their actions (No).

Gorgug

Fabian's grandfather called him Jhor-judge

Finally got a message to Zelda via Ayda using her sending spell (Zelda. Safe in Fallinel. Gonna finish cell tower soon. Sorry about everything, but hope your break is going well in spite of this. Miss you.) and got a reply the next morning a little while after waking up (Sorry. Was at a party. You don't have to build a cell tower. That's crazy. It's all whatever Gorgug. I don't blame you.)

Didn't sleep well, but still got the benefit of a full night's sleep due to elven sheets.

Kristen

Got in a fight with Tracker and then got 3 nat 1s on persuasion checks when she tried to make up with her.

Slept in Adaine's room

Doesn't know how to make a cell tower

Took one of the 40 to 50 foot long diaphanous silk scarves with her

Gave (inspiring?) speech ending with "Friendship is thinker than water and we need water to live." which gave everyone 11 temp hit points

Accidentally called Pok a "smiling elf" and then blew it off as being due to her being human

Can now see Shadow Cat in the picture (along with Tracker, Sandra Lynn, Garthy, Riz, and Sklonda and possibly the dead cambian, Pok, Jace, and Adaine's mom) and reacted by saying "Was I spooning the cat all night in the milk!?"

Sandra Lynn

Dropped out senior year and got her diploma after the fact to join an adventuring party

Joined as a replacement member for an existing adventuring party that was already active in the world and included an older much more powerful married couple.

Fresh out of high school, fell in love with one person from the couple (nonbinary or gender intentionally hidden) who "did not treat her very kindly"

When it all came out, she was ejected from the adventuring party, her romantic partner took great pains to smear her name (so no one would accept her), no other party would take her as a replacement, and she was forced to become a Celesian Ranger

Gilear knows who the couple were, but doesn't want to tell Fig (could she know the people involved?)

Key-heir/Khear

Child-like elven maiden with long brown braided hair, a white gown, and a large staff.

When confronted by Arthur Augefort's hologram, she chose to not heed his warnings.

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#fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 character descriptions #d20 descriptions #fantasy high live #descriptions #tw dark themes #tw imprisonment #tw isolation #tw abuse #tw neglect #tw mental abuse #tw manipulation #tw starvation #tw fantasy racism #tw vomit mention #fantasy high spoilers

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dreamcaughtme · 5 years ago

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One last mx post

Sorry to all my mutuals who aren’t MX lovers loooool

I just wanted to be melodramatic and share a little bit about why I love Monsta X and have been joining the fight on their behalf~~

A little over a year ago, I was working in a country foreign to me at an orphanage. I was caring for five teenagers (maybe part of why I am a Kihyun gal lololololol we’ve both basically been moms.), and I was working with someone who was very manipulative and controlling. Like, the day after I got food poisoning and was hooked up to IV’s, she still demanded I come into work so she could have the day off. I digress. I developed what I now acknowledge was an eating disorder as a way of coping with stress. I was miserable. I hardly ate, and I ran 5-8 miles every night to make up for the little bit that I did eat. I won’t tell you how much weight I lost, but it was significant.

Around that time, I discovered Monsta X. They delighted me for several reasons: I hardcore relate to Wonho’s sensitivity and affection (that kid is ME), Kihyun and Changkyun’s brand of humor is literally the same as mine on every possible level, and their music energized me on days when I was so starved I could barely drag myself out of bed. But instead of letting my interest in them turn into an unhealthy obsession, like most of my interests at the time did, I channeled the positivity and laughter they inspired into productive, healthy outlets. I started hiking not to burn calories but to see the world. I started cooking not to ensure I had total control over my house’s food but because I liked being generous and bringing people joy with cookies and breads and enchiladas (not only bc of Kihyun I promise!!!!! Lololol). I started eating proteins after my daily runs so that I could build muscle and replenish the energy I’d expended (wouldn’t Wonho be proud?!?!). I returned to writing poetry, and this time, it wasn’t full of self-loathing. I started composing my own music and shared it (and recorded it!!!!) with a friend. I started praying way more—I’m a Christian—-and experienced great rejuvenation through that.

I’m not gonna stand here and say Monsta X singlehandedly did that in my life. I also had my prayers and a great support system and the inspiration of recovering for the girls I took care of. But Monsta X played a huge role in the beginning of my recovery because they brought my laugh back. That was huge.

Also!!! I was super scared that my recovery wouldn’t continue after my time at the orphanage ended and I accepted a new position in Tokyo, but guess what!!! I’m stronger than ever before. It was my secret dream to see MX in concert now that I’m in Tokyo, but none of us obviously know how that’s going to turn out exactly. I loved this last comeback because I was actually in the same time zone as Korea and awake when it dropped lololololol. Monsta X still continues to bring me laughter and energy as I continue to recover.

Even if this all turns out nightmarishly, we’ve got each other, and we’ve got the joy of knowing we demonstrated to these boys how special they are and how much we care. That in and of itself is enough reason to keep fighting. Also cheers to me for talking about Kihyun 90 times in this post when it was supposed to be about Wonho.

Thanks! I love you all 💕 Here is a photo of happy, healthy me!

#monsta x #wonho #kihyun #shownu #jooheon #joohoney #im #changkyun #minhyuk #hyungwon #tw eating disorder #tw mental health #we love you wonho #personal #like. waaaay personal

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polygarnstars · 5 years ago

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part 1: 4, 12, 15, 18, and 19

If you think I’m going to have common sense and not answer all of these in a single post, I have Bad News lmao

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Smart, mostly. “Gifted”. This very much Did Not Last lmaoooo

12. name of your favorite playlist? I literally never make playlists I’m a stupid fuck who uses their spotify premium to skip freely through all my thousands of liked songs on shuffle until I find something I want to listen to lmaooooo (Having said that: Rey and I put together a playlist for some characters we were entering a contest to win last fall which I titled Story and Song after the TAZ arc and also because we wrote Way Too Much for it and I’m Very Proud Of That)

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? Okay upon reading this I initially genuinely couldn’t remember any of the books I read in school because for the last several years of my schooling I just fuckin Sparknotes and TV Tropes-ed everything lmao... having said that, I do remember enjoying Maus! It was neat having a graphic novel assigned amongst all the “literary classics” that I couldn’t sit through a sitting of without falling asleep, and it may be the furry in me but the depiction of the characters/people as animals was Good :0c See, if all history was depicted with methods like this, I’d maybe actually be able to remember it ghfdjhgjfkdl

18. ideal weather? Depends on the day, but generally: Between like 65-80°F, not humid, not a lot of wind, and either sunny, partly cloudy, or drizzly but not outright storming. Basically decent temperatures without feeling like I’m walking through soup because of the humidity and weather that’s not completely gray and boring. Aka what Maine basically never is lmaoooo

19. sleeping position? I change positions every five minutes I swear to god (don’t take that out of context gfhdjbhvjd). Usually with at least one arm draped over a pillow that is Definitely Not Being Mentally Portrayed As A Character I Like To Supplement The Fact That I Did Not Get Enough Affection To Be A Functional Adult As A Child ghfdjknbhgfjdk

21. obsession from childhood? bold of you to assume i don’t still obsess over nintendo games (and just video games in general tbh)

23. strange habits? OKAY I COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THIS AT FIRST BUT I HAVE ONE NOW: MIDNIGHT FRIES

28. five songs to describe you? Speeding - LightsDaydreaming - ParamoreMusic - Mystery SkullsNo Lullaby - SIAMÉSLonely Dance - Set If Off+Bonus because it came up on Spotify while I was shuffling for songs for this and it’s a Mood: Pineapples Do Not Belong on a Pizza - Vargskelethor

29. best way to bond with you? I don’t know I usually just scream about ocs or video games with people and suddenly it’s been a year??? @riskreyes how has it been a year since we started talking but also how has it only been a year??? Wild bvhfdjkbhvgfjdk

30. places that you find sacred? Lmao I’ve never had anywhere like that really. Need a goddamn lock on my door :p I guess... the woods by my house? As a little kid before things got shitty my neighbor’s cousin or niece or something would go out there wandering around catching frogs and stuff in the spring or almost falling into the frozen streams during winter. When things started to go to shit in my life as a teenager I would hide out there to get away and nobody would find me. I haven’t been recently but the last time I did my friend and I walked along the train tracks and dove off into the woods by the side to avoid the amtrak coming by, it was great lmao. Uhh, other than that... I dunno, Boston and New York and New London all make me feel good to visit. Probably mostly because during those trips I don’t feel trapped in a dying land like Maine feels like bgvhfdjkhvgfjd

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? ......my entire wardrobe is my work outfit, excessive graphic tees, and jeans. So uhh... I dunno. I guess my NWTB shirts are pretty rad, I’d kick a dude’s ass wearing Nate’s merch

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? if i have to see another ad for some fuckin branch of the us military while i’m just out here trying to watch people play video games i swear to god-

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Oh boy I don’t know how weird these are but do you want a list??? I can give you a list hang on- In 4th grade we had a day of class where we all just had a party and ate chips and salsa and stuff because the pats won the super bowl and our teacher was Obsessed- In middle school my math class started working out of college textbooks, which is a bit much when you’re 11, advanced classes or no. Yet somehow none of the other students had any problems with this- Also in middle school, the school counselor really wasn’t very Good at his job so I usually just ended up playing Rock Band in his office instead of talking out any of my Many, Many Problems. I played the drums, for the record- Also in middle school, one time I straight up fell down a flight of stairs? Like, a full flight of stairs. Fuckin somersaulting down the stairs. The binder I was carrying broke open, papers went everywhere, my arm got cut open somewhere along the way and started bleeding. I get to the bottom, the other students are staring at me in horror, aforementioned counselor fuckin steps out of his office which is, of course, right at the bottom of the stairs, all concerned because what the fuck a kid just fell down the stairs, right? And so I, laying on the floor disoriented and laughing, declare, and I quote: “That was fun, let’s do it again!”- THE MOTHERFUCKING MAC AND CHEESE MUFFINS IN HIGH SCHOOL. Macaroni and cheese baked into the sweet batter of a muffin. I refused to touch the stuff but a friend of my did and it was bad enough he had to go to the trash can and fucking empty his stomach in it.- SAID FRIEND ALSO MANAGED TO GET A CARTON OF MILK THAT EXPIRED A MONTH BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED AT THE START OF ONE OF OUR YEARS IN HIGH SCHOOL and if I didn’t trust cafeteria food before that sealed the deal on me Never Trusting It Again- OH BUT SPEAKING OF CAFETERIA FOOD one time in the old school before the renovation, in like freshman year I think? I laughed so hard a piece of spicy chicken strip flew up my windpipe and got stuck in my nose and it was too big for me to snort out so I had to suck it back down and for the rest of the day all I could smell was burning- ON ANOTHER FOOD RELATED TOPIC down in the library I was on my iPad and 3DS because I had Long Since Given Up On School and some asshole dudes threw a rotting orange at me and it splattered all over the screens of both? So I picked up the remains and chucked it back at them and yelled “Do you wanna fucking NOT?” and they all ran off. The librarian heard me yell and saw me throw the orange back at them and she just didn’t give a fuck lmao- The librarians at my school were cool as shit really during one of our years we had to do x hours of volunteer work so I did some adjustments to the library catalogue for mine but the thing is I was fast enough at it that there really wasn’t enough to fill up my required hours so instead of giving me more to do they just sort of let me and my friends hang out playing Yu-Gi-Oh and called that good lmao. (For the record I only had one starter deck so I let my friend pick half of the cards and I would use the half she didn’t want. I managed to fuckin WRECK her with throwaways it was Iconicque)- OKAY ONE LAST LIBRARY STORY on the last day of finals I was hanging out in one of the smart tv rooms in the library right? My last finals weren’t for a few hours and lord knows I wasn’t gonna study, ADHD ass couldn’t do that and I’d already given up on school lmao. So I fucking... I brought my Wii U to school, hooked it up to the smart tv, and just started playing Splatoon there in the library. One of the librarians walked past to check on everyone, stopped at my room, watched me play for a minute (I noticed her and just sort of nodded and waved like ‘Sup’ so she Knew what was going on), and then just LEFT. Like, she didn’t give a fuck. Shoutout to the librarians, the Chillest- ALRIGHT LAST STORY LAST STORY I straight up never got all the credits I needed to graduate lmao. I was missing half a credit but they let me go anyway and to this day I cite the reason as being my high scores on the SAT/PSAT? I was the first student at the school in like, a decade, to have gotten an award from the National Merit Scholarship Corporation for my performance on them, and I guess they must have thought that me failing to graduate on time would look bad on them because, uh, yeah, it would, if people found out their teachers couldn’t handle a ~smart kid~ to the point that they did poorly enough to not even graduate with the rest of their class nobody would be willing to send their kids there lmao. And that’s the story of how I graduated when I wasn’t technically supposed to!!!

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? That’s a good fuckin question hey shit memory what was that thing that made us laugh so hard we couldn’t breathe again?...Don’t remember? Yeah I thought so lmaoI dunno, probably a joke in some let’s play? Or... god. Now that I think about it was probably the Slicer of T’pire Weir Isles moment actually. Holy shit, that was good.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? That I’ve ever tried? Jesus, I dunno, I have issues with texture more than flavor. I Refuse to eat my mother’s stuffing because it’s literally just soggy ass bread. In terms of pure flavor alone? Her shepherds pie. It’s just... there is no flavor. It’s like eating cardboard. I’m begging you, De, use seasoning. If I ever have to eat shepherds pie that just tastes like tin from canned peas and vague hints of unseasoned beef again I’m going to go on a murderous rampage.That said? F in the chat to Cameron for that mac and cheese muffin. Rest in pieces

73. favorite weird flavor combo? GVFHDJBVDN JUST GONNA MAKE ME SHARE THE DILL PICKLE/CHOCOLATE PUDDING PACK COMBO FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE HUH

93. nicknames? Gar, Garn, Lane, Bill, Master, Pants, Shortpants. The first three are self-explanatory, first two are shortenings of my name and then my masc/surname. The latter four come from usernames of mine - Bill from Bill Ciforce (If you stack a Bill Cipher on top of two other Bill Ciphers, you get the Ciforce), Master, Pants, and Shortpants from MasterShortpants in reference to one of Link’s nicknames in Skyward Sword

95. favorite app on your phone? Does the internet app count? No? Lmao. Spotify I guess :p Need me some Tunes

#if you're on a version of the site that readmores don't work on i'm sorry #long post #ask game thyme

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saltine-kakyoin · 5 years ago

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OH AND for the other ask thing, mayhaps 🎯 🔭 🎞 🥐 and 💌? this is also quite a few hgjkghd if u don't wanna do them all that's fine!!!! i hope u can find a moment of relaxation tonight

it’s no worries!! i’m really appreciative of these because my sister and her fiance are talking about me flying home in the other room and i am truly tryna be like ⬇️ thank you for the kind wishes man… you already know this but ilysm ; J ;

the rest of this gets really long, so i’m gonna put this under a readmore!

🎯 if you could gain any skill instantly, what would it be?

broo this question is like a callout post… i have a list of skills i’ve been meaning to learn since at least august of 2018 that has regretfully gone untouched + unloved.. I would say, either the ability to speak spanish or ASL? or maybe how to hand embroider, or to do calligraphy? (fun fact: i bought a quill at last year’s ren faire, mostly as a prop for the game of whodunnit we do every day + I was going to learn to use it properly but it’s sat in my RF tub since november.. la tragedie) i’m really godawful at cooking and i don’t know how to bake, so maybe i should prioritize those..i desperately dream of baking loaves of bread for my friends and family, wrapping them in twine + writing kind notes, and hand-delivering them.. uGH ;J;

🔭 what’s your go-to topic to learn about when you’re bored?

it really depends on what i’m into! most of the time, i love deep-diving and learning the weird ins-and-outs of the lore of whatever i’m really into! my brother can testify for me staying up all night on the dragon ball wiki trying to make heads or tails of the different timelines.. August-November, though, i love learning about handicrafts! i have an entire playlist on youtube dedicated to leatherworking, bookbinding, woodburning, + other funky crafts that i’ll hopefully one day delve into so that Corylana can evolve from Ditsy invader zim-kinning elf to a tru Explorer of the Woods who has seen shit + lived to tell the tale! c:

🎟 what are some artists/bands whose music brings back childhood memories for you?

i’m such an audiophile so this question, i think, is probably the loveliest one to be asked ^ ^ a really important thing to understand about this answer is that i spent the latter half of my formative years locked up in a house all day w/ 2008 internet as my primary source of entertainment.

most of my childhood is tied up in songs as opposed to bands. my sister and i were really Addicted to yugioh amvs, so we listened to a ton of alt rock bc that’s what all the amvs were set to? the most iconic one was this joey x mai amv from like 2008 that i am SO glad still exists.. he is everything you want Stays one of my favorite songs solely bc of polarshipping (this is a Lie that song SLAPS) chasing cars, eclipse of the heart, iris, you and me, and hfhsh remember the name were really Crucial songs ;v; i was also ObSESSED w britney although my mom hates her + i vividly remember that they used to play hips don’t lie Every Single Time we went to eat at buffalo wild wings, so it became another obsession. my mom really loved ymca so we listened to that all the time, too c:

also FUCK my sister brought this up… the first 3 seconds of untouched by the veronicas sets off my fight or flight response because SO many people used it for their iconic 2008-2010 “xyz productions” title cards, FUCK.

things changed once we moved back to north carolina (read: my sister and i became mortal enemies?) i’m about to oust myself but vocaloid was such a huge part of my childhood (it’s also why i joined choir at all, which is hilarious considering that’s basically the rest of my life lol) i enjoyed a TON of different artists, but i remember for a fact that i was obsessed with wowaka, deco*27 (egomama and aimai elegy were particular faves) (ALSO TWO BREATHS WALKING + LOVE DISTANCE LONG AFFAIR WAIT.. WAIT…. OMG), and jin (ms. kagerou project....

on a mildly unrelated note (does hs count as one’s childhood? hm), disney’s candlelight processional brings back so many warm memories from high school! although I cannot fuck with the hallelujah chorus, even 2 years after graduation, because it brings me back to the first time I performed it + my throat locked up on stage and i couldn’t breathe consistently for like 4 minutes! ; J ; i vividly remember debating whether or not i could make it through the song w/o passing out or sitting down (if you sat down to be carried out during the performance, you didn’t receive your complimentary tickets bc you didn’t perform the whole show. My dilemma was that Hallelujah is the final song of the show + i had powerhoused through every song before it)

🥐 what food is your go-to when you want something easy to make/prepare?

in moments of dire hunger, my brother and i always resort to ramen with broccoli! ramen is a1 on its own but there’s something about the broccoli that truly elevates it.. idk. i cannot wait for when i have more time to cook + look back on this answer and cackle at my lack of cooking skills ;v;

💌 what’s something you love about the last friend/family member you texted?

the last person i texted was my brother ben! and bro where the fuck do i even Begin with benji, oh my god.. he and i have been through the trials and tribulations of childhood alliance + betrayal, we’ve walked through the fires of hell + lived to tell the tale of it to our mom even though we both agreed we wouldn’t snitch.. benji is a legend

I feel the same way about ben that you do about lj! we’re almost always on the same wavelength about stuff, and i feel like i can talk to him about genuinely anything c: we swing wildly between being Literally Incoherent and manic to being very real and sometimes philosophical and it is always yeehaw Times. one of the things i appreciate most about ben is that he’s SUCH a good sounding board for ideas- i always bounce my new concepts off of him and he almost always has something interesting to add or consider. sergio, and most of my other aus, would deadass Not Exist without ben’s inputs c:

#long post #ruth you are such a blessing bc the second question got me to drag my sister + brother-in-law outta their airport talk and we spent a frfr #somehow they're still on youtube w/ no problem despite featuring full-length songs??#2008 youtube is Indomitable #anyhow i feel much much better after answering these..thank you so much! you always make my day better and ily bro ;J;#sriracha ask game #fullmetal-the-last-alchemist

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kazhewbrekker · 5 years ago

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vilify me - chapter 1

Vilify Me

Shatter Me AU where Ella and Emmaline were raised as children of the Supreme Commander of Oceania, and everything that happened after.

Fandom: Shatter Me Series - Tahereh Mafi

Relationships: Juliette Ferrars/Aaron Warner

Additional Tags: Ella Sommers!AU, Implied Torture, Child Abuse, basically ella and emmaline were raised by their biological parents,Childhood Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Restore Me spoilers, Defy Me spoilers, i might add more tags later

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vilify v.

1. to lower in estimation or importance

All the children of the Supremes spent time away from home, visiting each other on the regular, it was a much needed break for their parents and good for networking. And when you were young and sick of being treated like test monkeys, a little bit of freedom never hurt.

Emmaline was one of the older kids, alongside Haider and Warner. So she grew out of the visiting trips earlier then I did. Instead she became obsessed with getting ahead and learning everything she could about everything. She didn’t have time for her little sister or taking a small flight to another continent every weekend. I understood, maybe not then, but eventually.

Sometimes I still think about how different she would have been had she opened up more, if not to me then to the rest of us. But I suppose we really were outliers, when it all came down to it. Emmaline was untouchable, in a metaphorical way, she was not only going to inherit our mother’s title as Supreme Commander of Oceania, but she was also the strongest Unnatural on the planet. The scientists always got it wrong, they downplayed her power so frequently in order to raise mine up, but I wasn’t as strong as her. It seemed like I was the only one who realized that.

I didn’t want to see what would happen if someone stood against Emmaline. Not even me.

The warmth of morning became overbearing the later after dawn I waited to get up. My conditioned body still continued to rouse me at five o’clock sharp, before even the sun had decided to get up. But I was on vacation, or the closest thing to vacation I could get, so there was no way I was going to leave this bed until at the very least eight in the morning.

“Ella, love.”

His voice was quiet, so quiet I could have ignored it, but he placed a hand on my shoulder to shake me awake. His palm was frigid. I jumped a foot into the air and rolled across the bed, hugging the sheets to my chest.

Aaron Warner stood before me on the other side of the bed wearing his usual ensemble of immaculate clothing. His surprise at my reaction quickly turned to amusement, he looked as if it physically pained him to restrain his laughter at my antics. I gave him a sidelong glare before laying myself down once again, but on his pillow.

“Are you going to get up before noon?”

“Excuse you,” I said. “Some people like to sleep in.”

I listened intently as he moved around the room. The fabric under my chin was cold and smelled faintly of soap and little much else. He probably hadn’t slept for very long at all, and I could vaguely remembered he’d come to bed late too.

“Did you even go to sleep last night?” I turned my head up, but found he wasn’t where he’d been before. I sat up on the bed and found him bringing in a tray covered in metal containers that I knew to be military issued meals. “Breakfast in bed? Don’t spoil me or I’ll never leave.”

Warner place the tray on my lap, the quirk to his lip hadn’t disappeared just yet. I hesitantly opened the first dish to find fruits chopped into squares, the others had what looked to be eggs and ham and some kind of baked bread. I picked up the cup of coffee placed off to the side and held it up to my lips, watching Warner as he watched me from his seat on the edge of the bed.

He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, “I will admit I didn’t sleep as long as I could have, but I am still expected to work while you’re here.”

“Responsibilities, I’m familiar.”

“Yes, precisely,” Warner laughed. “As for breakfast; no crumbs in my bed.”

He watched and waited as I partook in the food laid before me. I wasn’t a huge fan of eating, food equaled energy and energy gave me the ability to use my body properly and that was all there was to it. Maybe that was something the Reestablishment had trained into us, to only see things in terms of power. If you didn’t get a benefit from something then it had no use, and therefore it could be thrown away as simple as that. Food, people, it was all the same in the Reestablishment’s eyes.

“What’s the agenda for today?” I asked between mouthfuls of bread.

“I have another meeting in an hour, and I have to visit the compounds around 1400 hours.” He eyed the bread with disdain, “The in between time I am all yours.”

“How generous.”

“Do you plan to be sarcastic for the rest of the morning?”

I sigh reproachfully. In truth I wasn’t surprised in the slightest that he was busy. Warner’s father like to pile up work in Sector 45 more than any of the others, just to get a rise out of his son, and especially when he knew I was visiting. I could beat the old man black and blue for just that alone.

I wasn’t surprised, but I was disappointed. There honestly wasn’t much to do on base without Warner around. I did come to North America purely to see him, more often than not.

I could easily do my own work from the comfort of my own home.

“Are you alright?” He said, with a hint of worry, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing,”

He raised an eyebrow.

“The only reason I don’t want to tell you is because it’s obsolete. You’ll feel guilty and that will make me feel even worse.” I said, “I miss you and I want to spend as much time with you as I can. But I hardly know what to do with myself here when you’re gone.”

Warner winced, confirmed my fear that he’d take the burden of my discomfort onto himself. “You could join me during work―?”

“And distract you the entire time.”

“There isn’t an easy solution.”

I picked the tray up out of my lap and wiggle my legs out of the blanket. The carpet was cool under my bare feet as I walked over to the table and set the empty tray atop it. It’s only when I’d crossed halfway over the room that I realized how chilly it was in this room without trousers. I pulled on the bottom threads of my shirt as I headed back to the bed, Warner’s eyes never left me as he sat quietly, waiting. And I only had to meet his gaze once before he was fixating on the far wall.

Ever in full control of temptation.

“I know there isn’t, that’s precisely why I didn’t want to mention it.” I stood in front of him so our knees touched, his expensive black polyester against my skin. “Beside, I come here to escape from all the military talk, your board meetings would give me hives.”

He laughs, but it’s restrained. His hands hesitantly test the waters and reach out to me. Which I oblige by lacing our fingers together and sitting myself on his lap with my legs pinned on either side of him. It only takes a moment of surprise before his dimples are on full display and he uses his grip on my arm to drag me in closer, while the other unlatches itself to cradle around my waist and keep me secure in place.

“So you’ll quietly wait for me to return and absolutely not cause trouble in which I will have to fix,” Warner said, “right?”

I winked, kissed his cheek, and replied. “Of course.”

“When was the last time you heard from Warner?”

Emmaline never did beat around the bush, she’d waltzed in my bedroom and slammed the door closed behind her. I placed the book I had been annotating down and tried my hardest to project my annoyance into the air between us.

“Awhile ago,” I hissed. “Why?”

She shrugged. I watched as she wandered around my bedroom, the walls painted a pale pink, the mature version of what had originally been the color scheme for our shared bedroom when we were children. In Emmaline’s own bedroom, I’d find almost an identical spread of pastel purple. Mum had always loved coordination.

“Emma, seriously, if you’re just here to bother me get out.”

Her fingers glided along my bookshelves. Objects that Dad had told me to throw out months ago, the Reestablishment saw no need for literature of any kind. I wondered if Emmaline shared his sentiments, she’d always been so complacent.

Finally, my sister turned to look at me point-blank. “I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“Then get to the point.”

“Nazeera told me today that Warner and Lena are together.”

I stood up.

“Like, he’s staying in Europe?”

I could briefly register my heart picking up speed inside my chest. My brain racing to keep up, sorting through every conversation we’d ever had on the topic of Lena. Warner didn’t share many sentiments about being around the other Supreme kids. Had he ever even brought Lena up before?

Emmaline sighed. “Els, you know what I mean.”

“He would have told me.”

“You said it yourself,” she turned back towards the door. “You haven’t heard from him in awhile, maybe things change.”

I went back to bed before I caused havoc. Warner could do with a rest from any of my particular antics, despite what he might believe, I didn’t enjoy making his life harder. I just got bored. In any case, he was lucky his bed was so comfortable.

When I finally rolled out of the red sheets and dressed properly it was already midday. The shower was hot and the water was sharper then back home, but the smell of the soap and the fabric of the towels was comforting. Sometimes it scared me how at home I felt in North America, how much time I’d spent on the other side of the world. Something my sister never understood.

In the corner of Warner’s closet there was a place for my clothes, personally picked out by him, and all perfected to my own tastes. I didn’t like Anderson’s dresses, or the shorts and sleeveless shirts my parents insisted I wore. The Reestablishment liked to remind people I was a weapon. Remind them what one single brush against my shoulder would do.

When I was younger the power felt nice, but it always turned my stomach to see how maids and nannies would watch me with disdain, even fear. Emmaline got similar looks, but not to the same caliber. I’d grown to hate the sight of my own skin. Warner had sat through enough of my tears to know that giving me pretty dresses that exposed my legs or frilly shirts that showed my arms and stomach was the worst possible gift he could give me.

He gave me jeans, leggings, sweaters that came down to my thighs. I had turtlenecks and boots without heels, shirts with sleeves that went past my wrist. They were comfortable and functional, and of course fashionable. He’d given me so many lectures on color theory that at this point I could retell it to myself from memory.

That was the other feeling that came with vacations at Sector 45. For once, in only one place in time, I could completely be myself. And I could go wherever I pleased.

As in any military base, the decor was minimal and the walls were stark white. The building was as boring as it was tall. I wouldn’t get lost though, most of these bases were carbon copies of each other and I’d grown up in these skyscrapers. And I was going to observe the training rooms, not Warner’s private ones that I refused to visit on unpaid time off, but the soldier’s training rooms. They were the same in context, maybe a little less high-grade and much larger. Any soldier who was off duty went there to work on what they lacked.

I passed the hallway guards who shot me strange looks. I couldn’t be sure if it was because they recognize me or because they couldn’t believe a five foot three, little girl was walking around base. Anderson didn’t seem to like employing women, did he?

Delalieu noticed me turning the corner and fluttered towards me, “Miss Sommer, is there anything I could do to be of assistance?” He looked wary and anxious, but then again when didn’t he.

“I’m just fine,” I said. “Shouldn’t you be at the meeting with Warner?”

He shook his head, “It’s not that type of meeting.”

Strange.

I moved towards the training room doors, they weren’t the doors that the soldiers came in through as those were connected to the barracks and the dining hall. They were the doors that Warner would enter through when he wanted to observe his soldiers, maybe punish them when they were unassuming.

Delalieu didn’t so much as stop me, but move towards the door as I attempted to open it. My hands were still bare and I could almost feel the shudder that went through the old man as he saw them revealed against the metal of the handles. The lieutenant's movement caught the eye of the guards and they moved in closer.

“There is no reason to trouble yourself with the soldiers, Miss Sommers.”

I quirked an eyebrow, “Are you hiding something from me?”

“No!” He urgently replied, “Of course not.”

One of the soldiers was leaning in towards the conversation, attempting to be inconspicuous and failing miserably. Who was training these imbeciles? The other actually put a hand on my shoulder and I felt a rush of nausea.

“What seems to be the problem here?” His voice was deep and booming. The soldier was trying to be intimidating, but I could only be concerned with how much I wish I’d worn short sleeves despite the discomfort. “Well―?”

I grabbed his hand.

The soldier’s knees buckled to the ground as I felt the familiar surge of warmth, of strength. I whipped around and kicked him dead-center in the chest sending him rocketing towards the far wall. A loud sound cut off. He’d been screaming, my ears had tuned it out.

I rubbed my hand against my jeans. And looked back at Delalieu.

The guard who had been observing was now straight backed and looking forward like he should have been when I arrived. I scoffed. Delalieu stood out of my way as I opened the metal doors into the training room. They would have all heard the scream. Good, at least then I wouldn’t have to explain myself to anyone again.

This side of the compound wasn’t known for being very hospitable. I almost shivered at the feeling that emitted from the grey walls. Dad was leading, five feet in front of me with a higher-up military persona on one side and what looked like a doctor on the other. They expected me to follow as we went down the winding hallways towards the basement level. I was very familiar with the basement level.

“Alright sweetie,” Dad said.

He opened a chamber door, it creaked under the pressure. I resisted making any sign of displeasure and merely nodded. Walking in and listening as the door closed behind me the second my feet passed the threshold. I was not afraid. I would not tremble.

Supreme Commander Anderson was in charge of any and all missions and assignments I was given. In simple terms, he was my boss. And I hated it. He’d given me the same mission since I’d started training under his care at the ripe age of eight years old; obtain information in relation to the rebel groups opposing the Reestablishment’s control.

The Executioner was in. Ella Sommers was nowhere to be found.

Before me, tied to a chair in the middle of the room, was a man not much older than me. He had the makings of a beard on his face, though he looked ragged. As if he had been struggling to no avail for hours. Maybe days. I stepped out of the shadows of the corners of the room, so he could see me in full view. I caught his attention immediately.

What a vision I must have been. A fourteen year old girl in a dress as green as fresh grass, little white sandals, and her hair done into braids on either side of her head. My appearance made me seem as least three years younger than I was. But if I were to stare myself down in a mirror, I would see the storms behind my eyes. I was not a child.

“Who are you?” The man asked, his voice distinctly accented.

I cocked my head to the side. “You don’t know me?”

He narrowed his eyes. Reassessed myself as I stood before him, I made no threatening movements, but I could see the pulse in his neck jump. He was on edge and didn’t even understand why.

“Why would I know a little girl?” He gritted his teeth, “What are you doing here, huh?”

I’d forced Warner to sit down and watch a nature documentary with me once. He disliked movies, but he preferred anything that had any educational value to the frequent romantic comedies I laid before him. It had been about predators and prey. How the prey could sometimes sense that they were being hunted simply on a whim, but that often it was still not quick enough of a warning to spare them from the predator. It was a biological reaction that ever creature possessed when confronted with a bringer of death.

“I was under the impression that your organization was looking for me.”

The man bit down on his lip. His fear was rising, palpable, as I inched closer.

“But that’s fine if you don’t know who I am.” I raised a hand, “Allow me to introduce myself.”

I found my way to the dining room easily. Warner sat on the far end of the table with a stack of papers in front of him, and two sets of cutlery placed for two people on the table. I found my seat next to him and smiled. He looked up only after a minute of ignoring me.

He looked unimpressed.

“How was your day, my dear?”

“Excellent,” I unfolded my napkin, “and yours?”

Warner blinked and set his papers aside, “Eventful.”

“Do tell,”

“I got a report from my Lieutenant that a guest of mine had debilitated and almost killed one of my men in the middle of a very important meeting with the surrounding sectors.”

I tried my best to look convincingly troubled.

“Ella,”

I wasn’t a very good actress.

“In my defense,” I said, “he touched me first which could very well be seen as an attack.”

There was a bottle of red wine on the table that I picked up and inspected heavily, the label was all but scratched free of any information besides where it came from: Sonoma, CA. When I looked up, Warner was staring straight ahead with a confounding expression.

“What are you doing?” I asked, “Stop thinking, Aaron. Don’t you dare--”

“I’ve come up with a solution.”

My forehead slammed into the porcelain plate. I groaned, and it wasn’t from the newly formed bruise. If only I could find comfort in the dishware. Warner laughed.

“You’re being over dramatic.”

I pushed myself up, squared my shoulders, and took a sip from the wine bottle itself. Warner was leaned back in his chair, watching me with faint amusement, like we we’re playing a game. The bell dinged, signaling that dinner would now be brought in for us. I met his eyes.

“I learned from the best.”

Anderson's eyes turned up at me like a glare, "Report on the status of rebel interrogation."

"Yes, sir." I met him with a practiced ease. Standing from my chair with a ramrod-straight back and an expressionless face, "The Reestablishment has acquired thirteen rebels as of this month. I have interrogated," tortured, "five of the hostiles."

"How many of those were killed by your hand?" The Commander of Europe asks, focused on the papers in front of her and with a voice of disinterest.

"All five," I responded immediately, "sir."

There is a quiet that no one interrupts, not because of the deaths but because of the abject disappointment. They've not heard any of the information I gathered, though they might have read it in the packets of text they seem to be much more interested in flipping through before them.

"Report." Warner's father repeats with a sternness that makes me want to rip his spine out through his throat. There's a beat, a pause, before I begin.

"Number of soldiers is inconclusive, it is estimated no more than a thousand within the North American capital. I was able to extract two safe houses which have since then been removed. The central base of operations, known as Alpha Point, I have only been able to obtain generalizations when it comes to location and management."

"And why is that?" Its Nazeera's father, the Supreme of Asia, this time. "What reason do you have for not finding this rebel stronghold."

My jaw doesn't twitch like I feel it does. There will be no comfort in this room, the Commanders will tear into my failures with promises of punishment if I do not succeed in the future.

"Rumors, sir."

"Rumors?" Anderson's blue eyes have never left my face. I have never flinched in his presence. "What rumors?"

I still, turn my chin a little higher, "The Unnaturals know of me by name."

There's a commotion. It starts with my parents, I'm unsure if they are outraged by the breach in security or the safety of their own child. I don't turn to see the anger that would be clear upon my sister's face. But unfortunately, I don't have to search far for him.

Over his father's shoulder, Warner's eyes burn with a brand of guilt I'm far too use to. For a moment I feel as though he could swallow me whole with that look. The concern, so tangible, for the first time this meeting my heart is in my throat.

He makes me worried about my own safety. Only because I couldn't bear to leave him alone here. Even if we aren't speaking currently.

"Enough," The Commander of Africa slams his stack of papers on the desk. I don't turn to look at him. "Finish the report, Miss Sommers."

They don't usually call me Miss Sommers. That is a name reserved for my sister. My big sister, queen of this world and the next. Most powerful Unnatural, next Supreme Commander of Oceania.

"Yes, sir." I bathe in the silence, "Once the soldiers had realized, individually, of my identity their demeanors had changed."

Anderson was back to staring me down, "How?"

"Some tried to win my sympathy, those were the ones that relinquished the most information. The others attempted to either provoke me or stay silent. It seemed, although there was no chance of escape, they had wanted to observe my ability."

"That's to be expected." I recognized my own mother's voice, "They see her as one of their own, or a betrayer of their own. That will be a good angle to use."

It didn't matter if I agreed. "In the end they were disposed of."

Anderson laced his fingers together and settled his chin atop them, there seemed to be a flicker of amusement in that gaze. It made my stomach revolt. The way he looked at me like a spectacle, a circus animal for them to cage and abuse when they willed it.

"Were they impressed?"

"Excuse me?" My mask faltered for only a second.

"Were the rebels, the Unnaturals, were they impressed by your ability when you killed them?" Anderson’s grin was small and quiet. His words rang and bounced across my skull.

"I believe it was more painful than they had anticipated."

Anderson finally settled back into his seat, "Good. The rebels hear of a girl who can kill a man with a touch, they're going to believe it's instantaneous. Prove them otherwise. I want those eight prisoners interrogated and properly disposed of, and as your commanding officer on this task, I want reports written to me before the tenth of next month."

And just like that, I was dismissed. I settled back into my seat beside Emmeline and felt as her gloved hand crept across the space between us. It was an offer, a broker for peace, I wouldn't take it. I didn't need comfort. This was my task, the job I was raised for.

I would not be the weaker sister between the two of us.

#warnette #shatter me #shatter me fanfiction #unravel me #ignite me #juliette ferrars #aaron warner #ella sommers #emmaline sommers #nazeera ibrahim #restore me #defy me #my writing #my fanfiction #kenji kishimoto #vilify me #in preparation for editing chapter 3 and finishing chapter 4 ayo

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Biggest Dumbass In The World

Jack Kelly x Reader

A/N - I saw a post one day and decided it would make a good theme for a fic. I’m sorry it’s so long, but I hope it’s ok. And I can't remember who posted it. But a huge credit to whoever came up with the idea of Jack testifying in court with “I’m the biggest dumbass in the world”. Moose :) ——————————————

“Y/N! Quick!” You hurried down the stairs of the lodging house as fast as your legs would carry you. Hearing a Newsie call your name in distress set your instincts into mother mode. “What?! What is it?!” “It’s Jack! Snyder caught him! They’s taking him to the refuge!” Your eyes widened in shock, and you stumbled back. You couldn’t have him leave you all alone again. You couldn’t bare to see him return, his eyes full of sadness, his nightmares keeping him up all night. You pushed passed all the boys in your way, sprinting towards the refuge. You don’t know how you made it all the way without stopping, but the thought of Snyder hurting Jack, the boy who raised you when no one else would, was worse than a million heart breaks. You stopped outside the refuge gates, waiting for a carriage to come out. You snuck in, stealthily making your way to the pipe that you felt was safe enough to climb. You were out of breath, and you felt like your arms could drop, but you had to get Jack out. “Pssst!” You whispered through the barred windows, “Hey!” A small girl, no older than 10, padded to the window, “who are you?” “Hey, I’m here to get my friend, is he here?” “I don’t know…what’s his name?” “His name is Jack. Kelly.” The girl walked away from the window and out of sight, and you huffed, struggling to keep yourself up. You were greeted by an older girl, around your age, who just stared you down. “What you want with Jack?” “I want him back. Just…is he in there?” “What would it matter to you?” You sighed, your patience getting to its wits end, “Stop being such a arrogant bitch and tell me whether or not he’s in there” She rolled her eyes, “He hasn’t come here since the time Roosevelt visited. I heard a couple of Spider’s minions talking about a visit to the town court. He may be there” You sighed, “If I don’t find him, I’ll be back tomorrow” You climbed down the pipe and back to the ground, making your way out of the refuge without being seen. You were heading back to the lodging house when you bumped into Race. “Race! What the hell!” “We found Jack” “Yeah, I think I have too”

The two of you ran back to the lodging house, collecting a few of the other newsies before heading to the town court. You burst through the doors, looking around to see Jack. All you could see where tons of men in suits, a few women in bright dresses, and a bunch of people with white curly hair. It looked like a collection of mental people. “Y/N!” Crutchie waved you over to the benches, where the Newsies were all visibly nervous, bouncing their knees and playing with their hands anxiously. You took a deep breath, still scanning the room to see if you could see anyone familiar. “Y/N, relax. You ever been to court before?” You shook your head gently, your hands furiously digging dirt from under your nails from anxiousness. Crutchie noticed and held your hands still. “All they’re gonna do is bring him in for questioning for something he did. He should say he either did it or didn’t do it. Knowing Jack, he more than likely did whatever it is they caught him doing, but he’s gonna find a way to get out of it” “Who are all the people in the benches over the gate?” “That’s called the Jury. They decide whether or not he goes to jail based on his side of the story and Snyder’s side of the story” “Well surely they’re just going to believe Snyder!” “Highly likely, yes. But Jack can probably use his charm to get out of it” “And who’s-“ Three loud knocks cut you off, making you jump slightly. “Please rise for the judge!” You watched everyone around you stand up, and you just looked at them confusedly until you felt an arm haul you up. “Crutchie, let go!” You tried to wriggle out of his grip, only to have him hush you. “You have to stand for the judge” “Who the hell’s that?” You whispered, cautious of everyone staring at you in disgust. “He decides Jack’s overall sentence if he’s found guilty” Crutchie explained, noticing your worried expression, “although they won’t have to, ‘cause Jack will find a way out” He squeezed your hands, reassuring you, but you felt worried and panicked. You saw a man walk in and make his way up to the tallest stand. “What’s everyone’s obsession with wearing weird white hats?” “I don’t know, Y/N…I actually don’t know” Crutchie whispered to you, only to be interrupted by Race. “I heard that’s where they store their daggers incase the criminals try to attack them” Both you and Crutchie stared at him blankly. “You’re mentally disturbed…” Crutchie shook his head, and led you down as they asked everyone to be seated. “Jack Kelly, 17 years of age, caught stealing multiple items from Mr. Jackson’s store including bread, rice, a selection of vegetables, soap, medical kits and a series of feminine supplies” You sunk back into your seat, a red flush spreading across your cheeks as all the boys looked at you. Their attention was brought back when the judge called out again. “Bring the defendant in!” You watched the doors eagerly, waiting for Jack to stroll in, and soon enough he did, two police officers holding his arms. You felt a sense of relief as you saw little to no harm on him, apart from a few bruises on his wrists and arms. Jack spotted the row of Newsies, all with worried faces, and smiled, winking at you all. The two officers sat him down opposite the judge, who you could see would not be easy on him. “Mr. Kelly-“ “Call me Jack. Everyone else does” The judge simply stared at him with anger in his eyes, “Mr. Kelly. You have been caught in the act of robbery of Mr. Jackson’s grocery store on the morning of the 20th of June. How do you plead?” “Well, your honour, I plead guilty” You heard a scatter of murmurs and whispers, and next to you Crutchie put his head in his hands, muttering to himself. “Crutch, what does that mean?” Crutchie sighed, “it means that Jack’s going to jail, no matter what. He could have pleaded not guilty and had a chance of getting out of here, no charges pressed…” “No charges? What’s-“ You were interrupted by the judge once again, “Mr. Kelly. What was your motive for stealing these items?” “Well, your honour, I live in a home with near 80 other boys, all starving themselves to death because of the jobs we have with the worthless pay. I, as the leader of the Manhattan Newsies, have to make sure none of those boys die. So, I stole food, soap and a medical kit so that the boys could eat, wash and heal themselves. Getting caught, well THAT, your honour, was a stupid ass mistake. And I got to be honest, I’m the biggest dumb ass in Manhattan. Hell, the world! Getting caught by Snyder the Spider, rookie mistake. Something I would expect a 10 year old to do. And that your honour, is why I stole the items. To provide for my family” “Mr. Kelly, as touching as your story is, that does not explain why you also stole a supply of feminine products” “Oh those? See, we have a special edition to the family, a very special girl. She’s my-our everything. She gotta have those supplies your honour, she a human, just like any other girl you may know” you saw Jack turn his head to face you and winked, so you smiled back softly, trying to show your thanks. “Why does this girl live with a load of boys? It is, after all, the NewsBOY house, am I correct?” “Correct as ever your honour. Like I said, she’s a very special Newsie. Raised her myself. Best newsie I know for miles” “Is that the girl there?” The judge pointed right at you, noticing your long hair slumped over your shoulders, and you felt everyone’s eyes on you. “Yes, your honour. That’s the girl” Jack smiled proudly at you. The judge hummed to himself and called the police officers over to him, “Take the girl to the Girl’s Correction House. Make sure she no longer has any contact with any members of the Newsboy Lodging House” You gasped and looked towards Jack, who was staring at you with wide eyes. “Y/N! RUN!” Race called out to you. You jumped out of the benches and sprinted for the door, the two police officers hot on your tail. You heard Jack shout behind you, “Boys! Help her!” You ran out of the court building and down the streets of Manhattan. You could hear the police officers and the boys shouting at you but you just kept running. You turned to the left and ran down the alleyway that would lead you to the Brooklyn bridge. You sped across the bridge, dodging all the people and carriages. Luckily, the winding route you took managed to slow the officers down, and you managed to get to Spot before the you were caught. “SPOT! SPOT!!” You called out as you saw Spot in the distance. He turned around, and saw you running frantically towards him. He began running towards you and caught you as you ran into your arms. “Spot! Hide me!” Spot grabbed your hand and took you to the dockyard, hiding you in the abandoned, small office, blocking the door with numerous crates and barrels. “Stay there. I’ll get you once they’re cleared” The officers soon caught up, but Spot managed to convince them that he hadn’t see you, winking at the Manhattan boys to let them know you’re ok. The police officers continued running through Brooklyn, and Spot led the boys to the office you were in. The door opened and a streak of sunlight came in. You held your breath, shrinking into the corner, until you heard Spot call you out. You ran out and fell into Spot’s arms. “Thank you thank you thank you…” you cried, quickly moving to hug the rest of the boys, “I can’t go back” “You ain’t going back, sweetheart” Race hugged you tightly. “What about Jack?” You asked quietly. “I don’t know, Y/N. Once the coppers are out of Brooklyn for good, we’ll take you back home and see where Jack is” “Woah, hold up. What about Jack?” Spot asked, interrupting you. “He got caught by Snyder the Spider, but they took him to caught. Jack’s been taken to the refuge so many times, Snyder just wants to get him in jail for life” Race explained. “Jack? In jail? He ain’t even 18 yet!” “We know, Spot. But like Race said, Snyder wants to put him in for life…” you replied, wiping your tears. “He pleaded not guilty, right?” “Wrong” Crutchie added “What’s eating with him?!” “I don’t know. Come on boys, let’s get her home” Crutchie nodded back towards Manhattan, smiling gratefully at Spot. “Thank you, Spot. Really, thank you” “No problem, sweetheart. Stay outta trouble” You smiled and began walking back with the Manhattan boys, being cautious not to get caught by the officers as you crossed the bridge. As you were walking back towards the lodging house, you split from the group. “You guys go check on Jack, they’re probably still in Brooklyn” “Please be careful, Y/N” Crutchie held your hand momentarily before joining the rest of the group. You were walking back to the lodging house, the sun setting in the distance, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious about Jack. Yes, he raised you and yes, he was your brother, but there was something about him that made your heart melt. And not in the sibling way. It was the way he treated the younger boys with such a teasing yet caring manner. It was the way he gave all the love in the world to the stray animals the two of you would pass when selling. It was the way he drew. My god, that boy could draw. You were smiling to yourself as you approached the door of the lodging house. “I’m home!” You were expecting to hear the rumble of little feet run towards you, as you were the favourite of the younger ones. Instead, all you heard was silence. “Hello? Sammy? Buddy? Teddy?! Come on guys! Not funny!” Silence. “What the-“ You were interrupted as you were grabbed behind from two rough arms. You tried to squirm out of them, but they were too strong. “Let go of me!” You screamed, hoping any newsie - hell, anyone - would hear you. “You’re going…to the…correction centre!” He grunted, keeping a tight grip on you as he led you out of the lodging house and out to the streets. The man led you to the correction house, throwing you through the threshold carelessly, grazing your legs and arms on the wooden floor. You hissed in pain, but pushed backwards towards the wall, only to back into a figure. “Welcome back, Y/N”

“Mr. Kelly, on account of your reasonings, I will not sentence you to jail…” the judge concluded, Jack smirking at Snyder who looked more defeated than angry, “However, what you did remains a crime and I will fine you the amount you owe Mr. Jackson, which I believe is $2” “Thank you, your honour. I’ll try stop being a dumbass from now on” Jack retorted, lifting his hat slightly. “Mr. Kelly, you’re free to go. Court dismissed.” Jack turned around smugly, keeping eye contact with Snyder as he joined the boys, all who were jumping and congratulating Jack. “Boys! Boys! Where’s Y/N?” Jack asked concerned, noticing you were not with them. “Went back to the lodging house” Crutchie explained. “You outran them?” “She ran to Brooklyn. Spot helped” “She’s not hurt?” “She’s fine, Jack. Let’s get Home” Race piped up.

“Welcome back, Y/N” “Get the hell away from me” you backed away, scuttling up from the floor and bolting towards the door, only to be grabbed by the officer. He turned you round to face the warden. “Y/N, you know running won’t get you anywhere…” You spat in her face, kicking the man behind you to try and run free but it was useless, and instead the warden slapped you. Hard. You fell to the floor instantly, your eyes welling up with the pain she inflicted on you. You knew this was the only the beginning. “I suggest you get upstairs. You know where the isolation cupboard is” “No. No please! Please!” “Officer, would you please escort her up the stairs and the third door on the left. Thank you” He dragged you up the stairs as you kicked and wailed. You were in hell. Again.

The boys walked in, all stopping at the sound of silence. “What the-“ Race began, only to be hushed by Jack who was listening intently. He heard faint shouts from upstairs. The boys ran upstairs, with the exception of Crutchie who tried his best to haul himself up the stairs at the same pace. The door was barricaded with chairs and tables. Jack took no time to claw his way to the door, throwing barrels and chairs behind him, the boys dodging whatever was aimed at them. Jack burst through the door, scanning the room to make sure everyone’s alright, “is everyone okay?! Everyone here?” “Jacky! Jacky!” Teddy, the youngest in the house, ran towards Jack, jumping into his arms. “Teddy bear, what happened?” “A big man in a blue suit came in and locked us all in here. He even threw Sammy from halfway down the corridor!” “That son of a-“ “Jacky! I heard Y/N scream?” “Wait, what?” Race asked from behind Jack, moving to stand next to them both. “He must of hurt her real bad…” “Teddy, she’s not here?” “No…” Jack looked at the boys behind him, and then back at Teddy. He held him tighter and kissed the top of his head. “She’s coming back right, Jacky?” “I’ll get her back, Teddy. Don’t worry”, Jack set Teddy down and turned to Race, “come on…” Jack and Race hurried down the stairs and ran through the streets to get to the girl’s correction house. It was late at night, so they stealthily crept through the door and up the stairs, shouting your name in hushed tones. A small girl peeked around the door, and gasped when she saw the two boys. “Shhhh. We ain’t here to hurt you. Don’t worry” Jack knelt down to the small girl, a finger to his lips. He smiled at her, “what’s your name?” “Eden” “That’s a beautiful name. You live here?” She nodded, coming out from her hiding spot a bit more, “Why are you hiding, Eden?” “The warden. She’s scary” “Why?” “She likes to hurt us…” Jack shook his head, “I’m sorry…I’m really sorry. I promise, I will do something to help you. And every girl in here. Ok?” “Okay…” “I need you to help me first, though. Do you know a girl called Y/N?” “Yes!” She shouted, Jack having to hush her again, Race looking out for the warden. “She looked after us all when she was last here!” “Wait, she’s been here before?” “Since she was a baby. Apparently her mummy didn’t want a baby” “How come she left?” “Y/N managed to escape one day. She tried to take me and a few others with her but…she fell and-“ “Broke her ankle. I know. Listen, Eden, Y/N is my very, very special friend, and I’m here to take her home” “She’s in the isolation cupboard…” “Where’s that?” “Down the corridor, the door next to the window” “Thank you, Eden” Jack smiled, standing up, “Race, stay with her and watch out for the warden. Make some sort of noise if you see her” Jack quietly but quickly made his way to the door. He couldn’t see a door, just a small, square cupboard. He hesitantly opened the door and to his surprise, there you were. You were crouched in a small space, your knees forced up to your chest. Jack spent no time helping you out, feeling you tense and flinch under his touch. Jack noticed the shards of glass in your skin, blood dripping on the floor. “Jack?” “Shh. I’m here now…” “Warden. She’ll find you and-“ “Y/N, can you stand?” “I-I don’t think so…” “Wrap your arms around me, and-“ Jack’s head snapped round when he heard a whistle, spotting a tall woman to his right. “Run!” You heard Eden shout, feeling Jack stand up and lift you with ease, running down the stairs, noticing Race behind the two of you. Jack ran as fast as he could with you in his arms, and luckily it was enough to lose the warden. Jack and Race walked the rest of the way home, watching you carefully incase you fell asleep. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell us that you came from the correction house?” “It’s a past that I tried to forget” you winced, the glass still lodged in your skin. “You can tell us anything, Y/N, you know that!” Race added, walking beside you. “I know…I know” You snuggled further into Jack’s chest, feeling his grip tighten on you. You got back into the lodging house and heard the group of Newsies ask Jack what happened and why you looked sick. “BOYS! MOVE! OUTTA THE WAY!” Race boomed, making a pathway for Jack to get to the closest bunk. He placed you down and ordered all the Newsies to grab extra blankets, Crutchie handing him bundles of towels and some hot water. “Race, get the rest of the boys out, I don’t want them to see this.” The rest of the Newsies left, leaving only Jack and Crutchie with you. “Y/N, princess, it’s gonna hurt. I’m-I’m so sorry” You looked at Jack sorrowfully, and smiled weakly. You felt Jack lift up your clothes to expose your side and began pulling the glass out from your side, arms and legs. From out the door, Race was pacing, wincing at every scream he heard from inside the dorm. Eventually, after 20 minutes, it stopped and all was silent. Crutchie came out and told Race that you had passed out, but you were not glass free and patched up. You slept for the next six days, the boys all watching you carefully. Crutchie would change your bandages, Race would manage your temperature and Teddy would read you the stories he got from the nuns each week, giving you his teddy bear to make sure you were not alone while they were all out selling. When you were finally up and able to walk around comfortably, the boys let you go up to the penthouse to see Jack. He hadn’t wanted to see you in so much pain so he stayed away from you, no matter how hard he found it. Crutchie didn’t want you getting sick, again, so he gave you numerous shirts to put on, as well as his old coat. You made your way up the ladder and clambered painfully up to the top, noticing Jack leaning against the rails, his hands to his mouth, clearly crying. “Crying ain’t gonna do anything, Jacky” you smiled, his head whipping round to see you. “Y/N! What are you doing up here! You’ll get sick!” “You don’t think Crutchie already thought of that?” Jack sighed and opened his arms as you ran to him, hugging him tightly. “God, I’ve missed you” You laughed, “how come you got outta going to jail?” “Oh,” Jack pulled away, keeping your hands in his, “The judge wasn’t heartless, so took pity on me. Got away with a fine of $2” “$2?! Jesus, Jacky! That’s like everyone’s two months earnings combined! He shoulda met Teddy, he woulda let ya leave without anything but your pride” Jack chuckled, “I love you” You stepped back, shocked, “What?” “Shit.” “What did you just say?” “I love ya. I mean…it had to come out sometime, didn’t it. Shit I’ve fucked up haven’t I?” “No, no Jack…I um. I actually kinda…well…you see, I like you too…” Jack stared at you in shock and you just laughed nervously. “Wha-“ You were cut off by Jack grabbing you by the waist, pulling you close towards him and kissing you deeply. It was gentle, but needy, like he had wanted to do it for years. He pulled away, leaning his forehead on yours, panting but smiling. “I’m so lucky you exist” “I’m so lucky you saved me from hell. Twice” Jack laughed with you, “Princess, I’d do that any day” You pulled him close to your lips once more whispering, “you dumbass” before you kissed him once more.

#jack kelly x reader #jack kelly #newsies #newsies oneshot #jeremy x reader #jeremy jordan #race x reader #ben x reader #racetrack higgins #crutchie x reader #crutchie

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audarkmist · 6 years ago

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I know God tells us not to have idols and at first I didn’t think I did but then I read that idols aren’t just little figurines day golden cows but are preoccupations of the mind that takes the place of God by offering some kind of false hope, relief, satisfaction, and of course those feelings don’t last. How can I let go of these obsessions and idols and make God my only number one

Dear Anon,

It’s is good you recognize that idols are anything we value over God. It can be easy to fall into this trap in a consumerist country. It is as if every ad is like “Try this and it will be your savior”. There is only one savior and he is a mighty one! I once wrote to a friend about this issue. Society wants us to grasp for vapor basically rather than actual cups of water to quench our thirst.

Isaiah 55:1-3 (ESV) “Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters, and he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy. Listen diligently to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in rich food. Incline your ear, and come to me; hear, that your soul may live; and I will make with you an everlasting covenant, my steadfast, sure love for David [by the sure love he showed to David]”.

Jesus goes as far as to say people believe in Him not for His miracles but for the way He fills people. He satisfies their longings of hunger, thirst and cravings.

John 6:26 (ESV) Jesus answered them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, you are seeking me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves”.

The best answer I think is found in Psalm.

Psalm 34:8 O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.

What I mean here is you must taste, spend time with and build a greater love for God. God often compares His relationship with his church as a sort of marriage. When you are in love with a man or woman everyone else kind of disappears right?

I do not know what idols you are dealing with. I do not know your specific situation so the way I see it is that you need a greater zeal for God. I call it “growing in faith” the more we depend on Him the more we trust him. Faith is trust which I could compare to a “leap of faith”. Take these symbolic “leaps of faith” with God.

I know I share a lot of sermons it’s only because this is how I grew. I listened to these sermons and they really go in deep on topics more than just a general quick broad shallow list. I specifically am sending you videos on growing a greater love or faith for God. These might seem random but I think by the end you will find they cover deeply many angles of this issue. The good news is even if this does not help this specific area (depending on the full context) it will help you as it helped me in other ways.

You might wonder “why?”. I will only say because this is a relationship not a one sided story.

The church of Ephesus in Revelations. Goal: Understanding the will of God.

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Getting out of the boat of comfort towards faith. Goal: Growing your faith in God.

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Sensitivity to the knock of God. Goal: Listening for the subtle calls of God without hesitation.

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The love of God sweeter than wine (watch the full series of 3 though you can take days or weeks to watch this series). Goal: Understanding the love of God.

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Letting go of sin. Goal: Repenting and letting go from any sins.

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So now if you specifically want sin fighting tips on top of these I made a post in the past for things that have worked for me (for general sins).

What do I do when I find something is taking the place of God?

I cut it out or what Christians call “fast”. This is even why we fast from food, video games, tv shows, electronic devices and so on. Take time to fast from things so it is not “an addiction”. I know fasting from things apply more to things we may be dependent on. Idols specifically need to be removed for longer sometimes permanently or to the point it is no longer an idol.

1 Corinthians 6:12 (KJV) All things are lawful unto me, but all things are not expedient: all things are lawful for me, but I will not be brought under the power of any.

I made an idol of a person (a boyfriend) so I left them. I was dating them before I was saved then as soon as I was saved I saw my idolatry. I knew then that we are only meant to date other Christians. He was not a Christian so on top of dumping him I had to block him. I had to go cold turkey mode unable to deny the fact this was dangerous to my spiritual life. I will tell you it is worth it when you trade anything in for God. I know this verse applies to husbands but he was a potential husband (who was planning to marry me). One of the hardest things I’ve ever done but worth.

Matthew 19:29 And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name’s sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.

Feel free to keep in contact about any concerns of if there is anything that comes to mind :)

#dear anon #idols #idolatry #overcoming #hope #Jesus Christ #love #faith #battling sin

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objectivesubjectivity · 7 years ago

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"S” albums recap.

9 weeks and 218 albums, this is recap #19 of 26.

Discoveries

1. Let’s get statistical!

“S” brought in a whopping 14 “Top 100 Contender” albums (bringing the total to 108) which spurred me on to take a more objective look at my subjectivity. I’ll be posting analytical blogs using data pulled from these albums every Thursday. You can read the first of these explorations here.

2. “S” is for “SO MUCH MUSIC”

I own 218 albums beginning with the letter “S.” For some context, “B” was the second largest number with 147 albums. That’s 61 albums, OR, if we make the assumption that most albums clock in around 45 minutes, it’s nearly 22 more hours. That’s a huge differential. And I have no idea why.

Sure, you can make an argument for popular words like “Song” (11 albums began with that word) or “So” (9 albums) but most other words only show up once or twice. If I had the time on my hands (or if someone wanted to pay me for it), I would totally create a database of album titles to see if this deviation in my personal collection relates to the larger world of music.

3. “S” is for “SO MUCH MUSIC” pt. 2

What’s also interesting is the breakdown of how many albums I listened to per week.

Week 1: 30

Week 2: 27

Week 3: 37

Week 4: 27

Week 5: 23

Week 6: 26

Week 7: 17

Week 8: 19

Week 9: 12

With the exception of the final week (in which there were only 12 albums left), it’s clear that I hit a music wall after week 6. After listening to 121 albums in the first 4 weeks (~30 per week), I only listened to 85 from weeks 5 through 8 (~21 per week). I went from roughly 4+ albums per day to 3. That feels like a significant shift.

4. The Pop-Punk Plethora Proudly Progresses

“S” ended with the Pop-Punk Plethora count (Pop-Punk albums released between 1995-2005) growing to 69. That’s a net gain of 12 albums. Previously, it had grown by 2 between both “P” and “Q/R” and “O” and “P,” and only by 3 between “N” and “O.” The only letter that comes close is “A” which has 7 PPP albums. This is clearly a lens to add to the database suggested above.

Surprise Contenders

Dashboard Confessional - The Swiss Army Romance: @ me bro, this album is fucking great.

System of a Down - System of a Down: Potential unpopular opinion: System of a Down > Toxicity. The latter album will show up in the next letter, so we’ll know for sure then, but I recently saw a play that used the opening to “Chop Suey” and the contrast in production value was immediately recognizable. This debut is brutal, brilliant, and pulls no punches. Rick Rubin lets this band have their way and the results are monstrous and masterful.

Surprise Non-Contenders

Atmosphere - Seven’s Travels

Iron & Wine - The Shepherd’s Dog: Read about this album and the one listed above here.

Vendetta Red - Sisters of the Red Death: There was a brief moment in my life where this album was the best thing since sliced bread. What’s interesting though is that the moment happened only a handful of years ago. I tend to think of brief and potentially short-sighted obsessions as something I did in my youth but clearly adulthood has its blinders as well. (No disrespect meant to Vendetta Red here, there is still plenty of merit to this album, just not Top 100 merit)

The Ataris - So Long, Astoria: This, one the other hand, is one of those obsessions I had in my youth. And even though I now recognize its faults, missteps, and cliches, I still get butterflies every time I hear the titular track. Plus, their cover of “Boys of Summer” is fucking great. @ me bro.

Top 100 Contenders from the “S” Albums

This is also reflected in the image at the top of the blog.

The Fugees - The Score

Beck - Sea Change

Seal - Seal (1994)

The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday

Goldfrapp - Seventh Tree

The Get Up Kids - Something to Write Home About

Stevie Wonder - Songs in the Key of Life (+60)

Everclear - Sparkle and Fade

OutKast - Stankonia (+60)

Jimmy Eat World - Static Prevails

Paul Westerberg - Stereo

The Byrds - Sweetheart of the Rodeo

Dashboard Confessional - The Swiss Army Romance (Debut)

System of a Down - System of a Down (Debut)

Odds and Ends

Total albums listened to: 1,654

Total contenders: 108

Total weeks spent: 69

Total PPP (Pop-Punk Plethora) albums listened to: 69 (or 4.2%)

Total Debut albums on the Top 100 list: 22 (or 20.4%)

Total +60 albums on the Top 100 list: 20 (or 18.5%)

Total PPP albums on the Top 100 list: 1 (or 0.93%)

#statistics #discovery #discoveries #album #Pop punk #pop-punk #too much music #music #music blog #dashboard confessional #the ataris #vendetta red #system of a down #collection #obsession #top 100 #lists #coabba

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kittykatknits · 7 years ago

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So I read a "post" saying Sansa running WF successfully is ooc. I disagree. Sansa's the defacto lady of the Vale and she's doing a good job. Besides innately being smart she's also getting training for being a lady,administrator, diplomat and in politics. She has natural acumen for organization,logistics,hardwork,knows how to run a household well She's learning to gauge others' motivation&how to maneuver them successfully. Also she'll have advisors to help her. I see her as a very successful 1/2

ruler/Lady of WF or when ruling the North/looking after its daily workings/governing/managing it; I dont think it’s ooc for Sansa to be a capable ruler/administrator/and dispatch the duties that come w/ being Lady of WF/looking after the North at all. That’s where her book arc&training montage is leading her. What do you think? 2/2

In short, I largely agree with you.

I’m loathe to think of fandom as a single identity but there has been a general trend with Sansa as a character over the years (at least based upon my unique experiences). Long ago, when only two books were available in the series, Sansa Stark was largely defined by two things: (1) the events on the Trident and subsequent deaths of Lady/Mycah and (2) the betrayal/execution of her father. Then, the third book was released in 2000 and fandom decided Sansa should also be defined by her feelings, or lack thereof, towards Tyrion Lannister. Oy, I am forever sick of those debates. Opinions changed, somewhat, after aFfC was released in 2005. Twelve years later and we are still waiting to see how fandom reacts to her in the next book.

It’s funny in a way. Seventeen years and, for the most part, the discussion around Sansa is almost exactly the same, “Starkness”, killed her wolf, cruel to her sister, cruel to Jon, snob, got her father killed, not truly north like, and so on. Well, no, it’s not funny, it’s frustrating because it seems like there is a growing trend of throwing power hungry into the mix although I think that’s fed largely by the show than by the book’s version of the character

For the most part, Sansa has never been a popular character, ever. The trend I’ve seen is not so much that she’s received less negativity over time, because she hasn’t, but that her actual fan base has grown. There was an explosion of Sansa fans after the first season of Game of Thrones aired and then again after the second.

So, anyways, to get to the point, the fact that you saw a post like that, isn’t particularly new or surprising. It’s shallow and inaccurate, but not a surprise. To be honest, I actually blame Martin for some of it. For the most part, he’s done a great job at world building and is fairly consistent when it comes to enforcing the rules. Cat mentions her Ladies once and…that’s it. Cersei is the queen and has no women at court. Martin doesn’t really show us the lives of women in ordinary circumstances, he’s pretty bad at it. We get Marg and her cousins in the third book some and Cersei finally gains a friend (who is also a spy…) in the fourth. There is a lot of work telling us how men are educated, think of the memories of both Jaime and Jon. We even see it with Bran as he functions as the Stark in WF. Heck, the first chapter is showing Ned raising his sons. But, the women, it doesn’t happen to nearly the same degree. Readers need to work at it so much more than they do with the male characters.

To me, I compare Sansa’s interactions with Measter Colemon in the Vale to those of Bran with Luwin. Colemon speaks with and takes guidance from Sansa in the same way Maester Luwin did with Ned/Cat, but much less so with Bran.

And let’s look at this:

Maddy and Gretchel were waiting outside with Maester Colemon. The maester had washed the night soil from his hair and changed his robe. Robert’s squires had turned up as well. Terrance and Gyles could always sniff out trouble.“Lord Robert is feeling stronger,” Alayne told the serving women. “Fetch hot water for his bath, but see you don’t scald him. And do not pull on his hair when you brush out the tangles, he hates that.” One of the squires sniggered, until she said, “Terrance, lay out his lordship’s riding clothes and his warmest cloak. Gyles, you may clean up that broken chamber pot.”

- Alayne II, aFfC

The household is taking orders from Sansa here too. And when her authority is questioned:

Gyles Grafton made a face. “I’m no scrubwoman.“Do as Lady Alayne commands, or Lothor Brune will hear of it,” said Maester Colemon. He followed her along the hallway and down the twisting stairs. “I am grateful for your intercession, my lady. You have a way with him.” He hesitated. “Did you observe any shaking while you were with him?”

- Alayne II, aFfC

This chapter shows Sansa shutting down the Eyrie and preparing for the entire household to take up residence in the gates of the moon. It’s exactly what would be expected of the Lady of the Vale.

And if there is any further doubt, the first Alayne chapter is one long bit of political theater:

“She did indeed. She saw to the mulling of the wine first, found a suitable wheel of sharp white cheese, and commanded the cook to bake bread enough for twenty, in case the Lords Declarant brought more men than expected. Once they eat our bread and salt they are our guests and cannot harm us. The Freys had broken all the laws of hospitality when they’d murdered her lady mother and her brother at the Twins, but she could not believe that a lord as noble as Yohn Royce would ever stoop to do the same.The solar next. Its floor was covered by a Myrish carpet, so there was no need to lay down rushes. Alayne asked two serving men to erect the trestle table and bring up eight of the heavy oak-and-leather chairs. For a feast she would have placed one at the head of the table, one at the foot, and three along each side, but this was no feast. She had the men arrange six chairs on one side of the table, two on the other. By now the Lords Declarant might have climbed as far as Snow. It took most of a day to make the climb, even on muleback. Afoot, most men took several days.It might be that the lords would talk late into the night. They would need fresh candles. After Maddy laid the fire, she sent her down to find the scented beeswax candles Lord Waxley had given Lady Lysa when he sought to win her hand. Then she visited the kitchens once again, to make certain of the wine and bread. All seemed well in hand, and there was still time enough for her to bathe and wash her hair and change.”

- Alayne I, aFfC

This isn’t GRRM being overly verbose here or falling in love with his food descriptions. It’s Sansa setting up a stage, thinking through everything from guest right to the type of table and chairs and their placement. Remember, these are not random guests, these are six individuals that are contesting LF’s hold on SR and the Vale. Everything matters.

It’s no different than the Lannisters in the throne room after the Battle of the BW. That’s one long bit of political theatre too, with the rehearsed scene between Joffrey and Loras or Tywin riding in atop his horse. It’s presentation and Sansa is doing a really good job here of setting everything up to their advantage.

After this, Sansa dresses herself:

“There was a gown of purple silk that gave her pause, and another of dark blue velvet slashed with silver that would have woken all the color in her eyes, but in the end she remembered that Alayne was after all a bastard, and must not presume to dress above her station. The dress she picked was lambswool, dark brown and simply cut, with leaves and vines embroidered around the bodice, sleeves, and hem in golden thread. It was modest and becoming, though scarce richer than something a serving girl might wear. Petyr had given her all of Lady Lysa’s jewels as well, and she tried on several necklaces, but they all seemed ostentatious. In the end she chose a simple velvet ribbon in autumn gold.”

- Alayne I, aFfC

Again, it’s more of the same. This isn’t Sansa obsessed with clothes (although what’s wrong with that if she is?) It’s the image she wants to present, it’s the same reasons the Tyrells drape themselves in gold and green.

Sansa’s chapters are swimming with this stuff and it tends to get dismissed. This stuff matters and it matters a lot. This theater and pageantry is present in every wedding and clothing choice. It’s present in the food (remember the poor fare offered at the RW?). It’s reflected in seat placement at both the WF feast and the PW. And Sansa is really good at it, like really damn good.

Heck, even Tyrion picks up on her skills:

“She is good at this, he thought, as he watched her tell Lord Gyles that his cough was sounding better, compliment Elinor Tyrell on her gown, and question Jalabhar Xho about wedding customs in the Summer Isles. His cousin Ser Lancel had been brought down by Ser Kevan, the first time he’d left his sickbed since the battle. He looks ghastly. Lancel’s hair had turned white and brittle, and he was thin as a stick. Without his father beside him holding him up, he would surely have collapsed. Yet when Sansa praised his valor and said how good it was to see him getting strong again, both Lancel and Ser Kevan beamed. She would have made Joffrey a good queen and a better wife if he’d had the sense to love her.”

- Tyrion VIII, Sos

But, as important as all of this is throughout the entire series, it has always tended to be overlooked and dismissed which is really disappointing. I don’t claim to know her ending, whether Hand, queen, Lady of WF, or something else. But, I guarantee all of the above is going somewhere and it isn’t just to take out LF or rebuild after. I suspect it will be incredibly important come the war for the dawn too.

This has gone on for a long time though, so I will stop now. But, hopefully, I answered your question…at least some.

Thank you anon for letting me talk about my girl!! I love Sansa so much. :)

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