#twamps

[lemonbalmgirl]

Belated co-birthday party with Roommate was a success. TWAMPSs* came over and we ate on the deck under a jerry-rigged roof on the permanent canopy & the business pop-up.

I closed the house up early, so it's somewhat cooler than outside, and now that everyone's left, Roommate and I are hiding inside the dark house.

*TWAMPs = Terr*rist Women And Maidens of Perversion, a group of 5-ish friends from high school & our SOs who are still really good friends 20 years on.

[thenixkat]

5 Million Ways To Kill A C.E.O. by The Coup

Lyrics:

[Intro: Scratches] Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo! Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo!

[Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 1: Boots Riley] Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin' On the turf debatin' how to get it percolatin' He workin' you while we happy just to work a day But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin' (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Do your checks have elasticity? Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity? Did you scream and yell explicitly? Force the boss into complicity (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil Rollin' dope fiend rentals through your residential Broke as fuck, eatin' lentils with no utensil Finna teach pimp class with a ho credential (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They own sweat shops, pet cops, and fields of cola Murder babies with they molars on the areola Control the Pope, Dalai Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah Bump this rollin' in your bucket or your new Corolla Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out Yellin', "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!" Wanna know what this demeanor's 'bout? City tried to clean us out Green is clout, shut 'em down, they ain't never seen a drought You interviewed but they ain't callin' you back And for the record I ain't called it a gat But tuck this in the small of your back Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) [Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 2: Boots Riley] 'Cept this game ain't slow, it's the creeper If you a janitor, get a street sweeper Ugly is even skin deeper If you can't get the Pres, get the VeePer (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They made the murder scene before there was a coroner I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner Spillin' swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid Flip off the lid, who you pourin fo'? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller (uh) "Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller They wear skivvies that's made of chinchilla Factory in Mexico, bought a spring villa I'm from the land where the Panthers grew You know the city and the avenue If you the boss we'll be smabbin' through, and we'll be grabbin' you To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the

[Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 3: Boots Riley] Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution When he show up at the stroll, give him lead restitution You could throw a twenty in a vat o' hot oil When he jump in after it watch him boil (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in If you can find he can swim Put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend Videotape and the party don't end (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Tell that boogers be sellin' like crack He gon' put the little baggies in his nose and suffocate like that Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Make sure you ain't got no priors Don't tell 'em that we conspired We could let him try to change a flat tire Or we could all at once retire (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) There are just a few of the

[Chorus: Boots Riley] 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Outro: Boots Riley] Bay Area, get ready to brawl Bay Area, are you ready to brawl? L.A., get ready to brawl L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Chi-town, get ready to brawl Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Atlanta, are you ready to brawl? Atlanta, you ready to brawl? Houston, get ready to brawl Houston, get ready to brawl (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) New York, are you ready brawl? New York, are you ready to brawl? London, get ready to brawl London, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Capetown, get ready to brawl Capetown, are you ready to brawl? Tokyo, get ready to brawl Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Yeah The Coup (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Boots Riley, Pam the Funkstress It's really goin' down (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin' The Coup You know, sum'n, sum'n (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)

[belovedqueer]

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Hnng marking is not enough Riv need his name tattooed onto daim like a tramp stamp

[rbadgalriri]

4 twamp

[teamcapwasrightandishouldsayit]

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[brucespringsteen]

twamps like us.............

[reinerispretty]

to figure out if we go to the same school, do you know what a twamp is?

alas i do not! :( my school does have a thing for columns tho

[braxdenhill-blog]

double a D thats aad say all about a dolla. #twentys #twamps #dubs #itsbuddahbaby #740boi (at Athens County, Ohio)

[lemonbalmgirl]

Heading to a New Year's Day brunch with the TWAMPs (Terrorist Women And Maidens of Perversion, aka my close group of high school friends) and taking Cute Girlfriend along to meet everyone.

I hope 2023 brings good things to everyone! 💜

[thenixkat]

The Coup- 5 Million Ways To Kill A CEO

[Intro: Scratches] Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo! Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo! [Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go [Verse 1: Boots Riley] Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin' On the turf debatin' how to get it percolatin' He workin' you while we happy just to work a day But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin' (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Do your checks have elasticity? Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity? Did you scream and yell explicitly? Force the boss into complicity (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil Rollin' dope fiend rentals through your residential Broke as fuck, eatin' lentils with no utensil Finna teach pimp class with a ho credential (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They own sweat shops, pet cops, and fields of cola Murder babies with they molars on the areola Control the Pope, Dalai Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah Bump this rollin' in your bucket or your new Corolla Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out Yellin', "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!" Wanna know what this demeanor's 'bout? City tried to clean us out Green is clout, shut 'em down, they ain't never seen a drought You interviewed but they ain't callin' you back And for the record I ain't called it a gat But tuck this in the small of your back Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) [Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go [Verse 2: Boots Riley] 'Cept this game ain't slow, it's the creeper If you a janitor, get a street sweeper Ugly is even skin deeper If you can't get the Pres, get the VeePer (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They made the murder scene before there was a coroner I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner Spillin' swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid Flip off the lid, who you pourin fo'? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller (uh) "Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller They wear skivvies that's made of chinchilla Factory in Mexico, bought a spring villa I'm from the land where the Panthers grew You know the city and the avenue If you the boss we'll be smabbin' through, and we'll be grabbin' you To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the [Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go [Verse 3: Boots Riley] Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution When he show up at the stroll, give him lead restitution You could throw a twenty in a vat o' hot oil When he jump in after it watch him boil (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in If you can find he can swim Put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend Videotape and the party don't end (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Tell that boogers be sellin' like crack He gon' put the little baggies in his nose and suffocate like that Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Make sure you ain't got no priors Don't tell 'em that we conspired We could let him try to change a flat tire Or we could all at once retire (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) There are just a few of the [Chorus: Boots Riley] 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go [Verse 4: Boots Riley] Bay Area, get ready to brawl Bay Area, are you ready to brawl? L.A., get ready to brawl L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Chi-town, get ready to brawl Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Atlanta, are you ready to brawl? Atlanta, you ready to brawl? Houston, get ready to brawl Houston, get ready to brawl (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) New York, are you ready brawl? New York, are you ready to brawl? London, get ready to brawl London, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Capetown, get ready to brawl Capetown, are you ready to brawl? Tokyo, get ready to brawl Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) [Outro] Yeah The Coup (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Boots Riley, Pam the Funkstress It's really goin' down (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin' The Coup You know, sum'n, sum'n (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)

[teamcapwasrightandishouldsayit]

I would like to clarify that is not me!

0w0 valid

the twamp stamps owonon wasn't you? ok. i'm just having a Day i guess

[soldarihappy]

1.2. 𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙨

𝘿𝙞𝙖 1 -  𝙀 𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙨...

PLOTDROP: IT’S TIME TO FIGHT

TW: #TWVAN (?);  #TWNCF;  #TWAMP; #TWSNG     Participações: Isaac e Nerea Local: Enfermaria e 3 Grandes

De: Lucca Oliveira Para: Galadriel Oliveira

Achei mais folhas pra continuar lhe escrevendo, seria mais ágil e tecnológico eu utilizar o Word do Drive, mas se não for pra complicar nem me chame mas eu gosto de escrever e mostrar que minha letra não é aquele garrancho que dizem que nós médicos temos. Até que minha letra é bonita! Na verdade, Driel, eu sou todo lindo e você que lute por ter um pai desses (risos). Agora que você já é um homenzinho saiba que seu pai é um galã. Enfim, continuando... Queria poder avançar na história dizendo que só foi um surto de imaginação minha, porém, nem mesmo Stephanie Meyer escreveria tão grande desgraça. Eu permanecia na enfermaria, atolado de afazeres (que não eram poucos). De vez ou outra, aparecia um aluno seriamente machucado. Vou te contar sobre um apenas. Foi o caso mais leve dos que posso te falar. Ele chegou com bastante sangramento na região da face, sendo mais específico no arco superciliar. Quando eu limpei o sangue seco, pude ver o problema. Estava afundado, naquele tempo eu não tinha habilidade de cura. Não tinha como levá-lo para um centro cirúrgico. Não queira imaginar meu filho, não sei como aquele menino sobreviveu. Fizemos tudo o que podíamos e ficamos aguardando sua recuperação.  Depois de um tempo, numa situação frenética de assistir novos casos. Pude observar uma figura conhecida vindo em minha direção. Naquela ocasião, eu senti uma paz, não sei como explicar. Era um sentimento bom, sem preocupação! Meu coração pareceu querer sair do corpo de tanta felicidade. Acho que isso é o que senti, felicidade. Claro que eu não sai correndo, pois todo o corredor estava lotado, nem leito disponível tinha quase. Eu recebi aquele abraço com um vontade e retribui com tanta força que quase matei o Quinho de tanto amor. Você sabe que eu cuido dele desde que chegou no Instituto. Eu era um irmão mais velho, mas me preocupei e “eduquei” tanto que de irmão mais velho tornei-me uma figura paterna para ele. Não tinha vontade de largá-lo, eu sabia que estávamos passando por problemas. Meu celular tocou naquele momento e ao atender, recebi a mensagem que precisavam da minha ajuda lá fora. Meu olhar se transformou, eu sentia medo, mas eu também tinha coragem. Não me leve a mal filho, eu enfrento o que for preciso, mas também não passa um sinal de wi-fi. Mesmo com receio de que algo acontecesse a mim, eu fui. Sou médico e ainda que aconteça algo comigo, eu tenho que cuidar dos meus pacientes. Peguei Isaac pelas mãos, levei ele pra salinha dos médicos. Onde você jogou muitos joguinhos e fez a bagunça quando veio aqui com o orfanato. Sentei com ele e conversei sério. Seu irmão é muito compreensivo e entendeu que naquele momento evitar um confronto seria o melhor pra ele. Eu fui covarde de não deixá-lo lutar, mas eu só não queria perder meu filho. Não daquela forma. Não daquele jeito. Com um beijo em sua testa, parti para buscar quem estava ferido. EU TAVA TODO NO ESTILO GUERREIRO, MALUCO! Uniforme e tudo. Arco e flecha nas costas. BOLADÃO. Me lembrou o passado que não gosto e não vou te contar. A aluna que estava ferida pertencia a classe rica do instituto. Filha dos grandes. Lá fui eu todo serelepe pimpão, com o arco na mão. Não me encosta que eu tô um NOJO! Parecia personagem de RPG. E não demorou muito pra eu começar a lutar. Sempre treinei, não é porque sou médico que vou ficar por fora. Aqui é team Godaime Tsunade. Mete a cara menó! O centauro cheio de gracinha veio pra cima de mim. Logo eu? Que arrebentava a cara do Motauro no MK3. Peguei meu arco, preparei a flecha e certeira na cara. Logo na venta pra estragar o velório. Fui consumido pela adrenalina, me tornei quem eu não podia. O ATIRADOR DE ELITE. Se você rir de mim agora, eu vou te dá um soco. Enfim.  Os minotauros e centauros fizeram um estrago, mas nada que esteja ruim o bastante que não possa piorar. Do nada, tudo ficou cheio d’água. Eu pensei: “estouraram a caixa d’água. Não vou poder tomar mais meus 4 banhos diários. Ficar cheirosinho pra crush”. Falando em crush, segura que ela vai aparecer. Apareceram umas criaturas marinhas bisonhas. Umas sereias maltratadas e uns cachorros com calda de peixe. Pude nem zoar dizendo: QUER SE AMOSTRAR ENFIA UM PEIXE NO ÂNUS E DIZ QUE É SEREIA. Porque já tinham a cauda já. Veio uma sereia com as unha do tamanho do mundo querer vir pra cima de mim. Poderia eu ter corrido? Poderia, mas ataquei porque é aquilo SE ME ATACÁ EU VOU ATACÁ. Ela abriu a boca pra me enfeitiçar, eu dei lhe uma flechada que ela foi cantar na ponte que caiu. Ai pra piorar o cachorrinho lá, esqueci a desgraça da raça da criatura, querer me morder. Dei logo uma flechada no olho pra deixar de ser abusado. O sangue dele veio  em mim. FILHO DE UMA CADELA. Ah, se eu tivesse um vira-lata caramelo. Soltaria ele aqui e ele iria acabar com essa guerra só na mordida. Desculpa filho, você acabou de conhecer seu pai no modo full pistola. Eu sou da paz.  Quando chego perto da área dos 3 grandes, eu avisto de longe uma certa pessoa. Sim, filho ela mesmo. Eu fiquei como? Tremia tudo. Parecia aqueles jovens apaixonados. Meu coração parecia que estava em arritmia. MANO DO CÉU. EU SOU CADELINHA DE UMA SEREIA. Falando nisso. Tenho que dizer que quando a avistei, eu pude vê-la se transformar em algo meio bizarro. Eu me apaixonei pela Kitana e ela se transformou numa Mileena. Mas te dizer, Driel, nada mudou. Aquilo que eu sentia continuei sentindo, só que agora mais forte. Repito: EU SOU CADELINHA DE UMA SEREIA. Mas deixa isso quieto, pelo amor dos deuses. Ela estava numa briga ferrenha com uma sereia lá. E eu gritando: USA A CADEIRA, USA A CADEIRA! Nerea estava indo bastante bem, porém, um  telquine safado pareceu querer pegá-la por trás. NÃO NO MEU PLANTÃO. Peguei meu arco e lá foi a flecha direto no peito do cachorro. Só nesse tempo que estive fora, matei muito bicho. Eu cuidei de alguns que estavam machucados pelas redondezas do dormitório. Pude vê a ação conjunta dos filhos de Poseidon com os filhos de Zeus fritarem os invasores tudo. Eu só queria saber se Nerea estava bem. Eu tentei me aproximar dela, mas acho que ela não ia querer que eu a visse daquela forma. Ou sei lá, pareceu distante. Mas em tempo de combate, não é momento de pensar em querer dá uns beijo, não é? Voltei pra enfermaria tempos depois... o resto conto na próxima cartinha.

Do seu pai lindo, Lucca.

[justadram]

Just saw your post about Snowed in and going to college "there" - one of the reasons I love that fic so much (aside from the amazing writing and story) is that I went to W&M! Was always curious as to your connection bc you wrote it so well. So cool to know you are a fellow member of The Tribe! Love love love your writing!

Oh yay! Yep, total twamp here 😂 Love to meet fellow Tribe members. ❤️

[adam-has-a-blog]

Griffin Statue A TWAMP Is Coming For Your Nuts. Oh god he has airpods in. He can’t hear us oh my god oh fuck

[necle]

Sorry I took so long! Here’s my gift for @metal-dragons as part of the @natsume-ss event. Hope you enjoy it

Title: All’s fair in snow and war

Prompt: Light-hearted

AO3 Link

Fanfic also under the cut:

“Wow! The snow is just perfect!" Nishimura exclaimed, taking a scoop of snow in his glove-clad hands. He raised it up high, as if admiring it's sparkling, white beauty. After a beat, he then suddenly clamped his other hand on top of the pile of snow, mischievously smiling as he cupped both ends tightly.

"Perfect for snowballs that is!" he exclaimed, more impressed than before with his new spherical creation. "Man, me and Kitamoto used to do this all the time," Nishimura added before turning to his friend, "Hey, Natsume. Have you ever been a snowball fight?"

The blond kid in question looked up in thought before replying, "Sorta of. With my cat though"

Said cat was snoozing on a tall tree branch nearby.

"Here, we'll give you some tips." Kitamoto started before he scooped a similar handful as his friend. "Make sure that you make your snowballs as round as possible,” Kitamoto suggested before providing a demonstration. In his hands, he cupped a snowball. "Then you stalk your target. The best way to catch your opponents by sur-"

TWAMP! A cold snowball splatted centre of Kitamoto's exposed cheek, causing him to stumble a bit.

“Hey! What was that for?” Kitamoto yelled at his friend. But Nishimura was on the ground laughing.

"Here's another important tip, Natsume,” Nishimura said between laughs, “Anything can happen.”

Natsume also joined in with Nishimura's laughter. It was always amusing to see his friends in such childish antics. He soon realized that his laughter was the only noise in the air. Feeling uncomfortable, Natsume opened his eyes to see his friends slowly closing in on him. With devilish smirks on their faces, in their palms were two, well-rounded snowballs.

"Hey, guys? What exactly are you doing?" Natsume asked, laughing nervously before taking a step back.

"Hey, it's best to learn these things through first-hand experience," Kitamoto explained with a huge grin on his face.

"But, come on. It's two against one. That's hardly fair," Natsume half-heartily protested as he took another step back.  Unfortunately, that step ended with his back against a large tree.

Nishimura snickered at the blond boy's helplessness before reminding him, "Like we said, Natsume. Anything can happen!" 

With that, both Nishimura and Kitamoto arched their arm with the snowballs in hand.

Just as they were going to hurl the snowballs, the branch right above them shook. The snow that rested at the edge of the branches came falling onto the unsuspecting duo. After the two got buried in snow, a figure jumped down from the tree.

"Tanuma?" Natsume asked, looking relieved to see his friend here.

"Thought I'd even out the playing field,” Tanuma commented.

"Thanks, Tanuma." Natsume replied gratefully before they gave each other fist bumps.

Kitamoto comically popped out of the snow pile, letting out a shiver before complaining, "D-Damn it, Tanuma. You could have been a little more easy off the snow"

"Sorry," Tanuma sheepishly apologized before adding, "Guess what you said was true, huh.”

When Kitamoto raised an eyebrow disbelievingly, Tanuma just shrugged, “Anything can happen.”

Nishimura then comically popped his head up from the snow pile as well and declared, "That's it! Team Boke And Tsukkomi declares war on Team Needs To Eat More Meat"

A frown crossed Kitamoto's features. "Can we change our team’s name first?" Kitamoto asked.

And with that, each team went on opposite sides to build their respective forts.

Natsume and Tanuma decided to build their forts in front of the tree that Natsume bumped into earlier while Kitamoto and Nishimura took several feet away from it.

“So, what’s the plan?” Tanuma whispered.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before,” Natsume answered.

“Same,” Tanuma said as he scoped up the area.

“Well, we need a strong, tall fort, right? We can use this tree as the backside for support and build our fort around it,” Natsume suggested, starting to pad the snow upwards.

“Sounds good,” Tanuma agreed as he joined in with the snow sculpting, “What about the snowballs? How many of those do we need?”

“True. Honestly, I don’t know.” Natsume thought out loud, “I think its ok if at the beginning, we have less snowballs and focus on the fort. Because we if we run out, our fort at least would provide us another protection to build more”

“That’s a good point,” Tanuma said before he chuckled, “You said you’ve never done this before. But you already sound like an expert”

“I’m not so sure. I don’t know how well this plan will work”

“Hey! You guys have about half an hour before we start,” Nishimura called out from their end, “So stop screwing around and get to building”

Heeding his advice, both sides got to building their forts and snowballs. Each team had their own strategies in mind, and time was also filled with casual conversation. Roughly thirty minutes passed by (Nishimura ended up asking for an extra 30 minutes) and both teams were ready for battle.

As planned, Tanuma and Natsume had built a tall and wide rectangular fort around the tree. They had also had a few dozen snowballs on them.

Meanwhile, Kitamoto and Nishimura had a tall but skinny wall in front of them. However, their snowball pile was massive, and seemed to cover as a back wall all on its own.

“Alright, here are the rules,” Kitamoto explained, “Each person can only be hit 3 times before they are out. To win, you have to knock out all the opposite team’s members while having at least one member on your team still alive.”

“We’ll start in 3. 2. 1. Go!”

And with that, the battle began. It started off with a flurry of snowballs from Nishimura and Kitamoto. Tanuma and Natsume had stay under the covers for the first couple of minutes. Once things slowed down a bit, this gave some openings for Natsume and Tanuma to throw some snowballs themselves.

“Haha! Where you aiming at?” Nishimura laughed as he threw a snowball, “I know you guys are new. But I didn’t expect you guys to be so bad at throwing!”

What Nishimura and Kitamoto didn’t realize was that those “misses” from Natsume and Tanuma had slowly been breaking away at their fort.

Still, their small snowball pile eventually caught up to them and they were running low on supply. Tanuma had been hit twice while Natsume had been hit once. Meanwhile, Kitamoto had only been hit once.

“You go restock on our snowballs. I’ll handle these two,” Tanuma suggested while still keeping his focus on the other two, “If we can build enough, I can distract them and you can sneak out the back and head towards that open side of theirs. Then, when you’re ready, we can do a surprise attack and ambush them on both sides”

“Sounds like a solid plan.”

After a head nod from Tanuma, Natsume crawled to one side of the fort, heading towards the area with the most coverage. He stayed as low as possible, dodging the incoming snowballs until he felt it was safe.

He then started patting the snow and forming a snowball. He was surprised how quickly it was becoming second nature to him. However, as he went through the motions in the closed space, the sight of the ever-patted snowball soon began to remind him of a distant memory.

A snowball whizzed by a small child, startling him out of his thoughts. While the snowball did not hit the boy directly, chips from the snowball’s splatter had trickled down his clothes and onto the boy's exposed skin. He shivered.

The boy looked back to the source of the snowball. A few of the older kids were standing several feet behind him, wearing proud smirks.

"There was a monster behind you. So, we killed it for you," explained a tall boy who stood in the middle. He seemed to be the leader of the group. A signalled chorus of snickers came from the rest of the trio. "That's what you say is following you, right?"

The young boy frowned but said nothing. He turned away and continued to walk forward. Two more snowballs came; one missing while the other hitting his new backpack.

‘Oba-san will get mad again,’ the boy thought, remembering the couple who took the boy in. She had complained when her husband bought a replacement for his old, tattered one. Turning his walk to a dash, he tried to escape his attackers. He heard an additional set of running footsteps, soon followed by a bunch of snowballs. While a stray few hit the back of his head, he continued on running. He ignored his surroundings until he heard something peculiar.

"I... Hunger," a raspy voice spoke in tone that evenly matched his words. His heartbeat quickening, the boy closed his eyes and dashed even faster. However, he opened eyes after he heard a rustle from the bushes ahead.

"LET ME EAT YOU, BOY" a pitch-black shadow fiercely yelled. The boy turned to match the youkai's gaze, eerie white eyes boring into his startled ones.

Terrified, the boy tripped and fell backwards. He screamed as he saw the monster's white piercing teeth opening wide as the distance between it and him shortened dramatically.

Expecting his impending end, he crossed his hands above him and shut his eyes tight. He heard a set of splats before falling on his bottom. He opened his eyes upon his unexpected landing.

He saw startled expressions from the group of boys that were following him. It was not at him, but what was beside him. He followed their gaze, leading him to the monster that was chasing him. It was hissing in pain, evident from the blotch of splattered snow on him.

Using this as his chance, he got up and ran. Ran as fast as he could. He felt so tired, his cold wet clothes effectively draining the energy from him. But he didn't care. He ran far away from here, ignoring the youkai in pain and the stunned looks from the boys behind.  Ran desperately in the general direction of his home.

It's so cold. So cold...

 He didn't know how long he ran. But after some time, he saw the house not so far ahead.

It's so cold. Why is winter...so cold? Why is everyone...so cold?

He weakly walked a few steps before stumbling down. The face rested on the first step towards the door, his wet clothes numbing the pain he felt from his trip. Ahead of him was a pile of snow on the door step. It’s mesmerizing shimmer alluring him to lose consciousness.

He had once hated winter. Maybe admired the frozen beauty in creates, but hated coldness it brings. He couldn’t see what good it could ever bring. Never did he imagine that years later, he would be enjoying a snow fight with his friends.

"Natsume!" he heard Tanuma call out. He was able to notice the snowball coming out of an unusual location. He tried to dodge it, but it still managed to land on his shoulder. 

Everyone looked towards the direction of the thrown snowball, including Nishimura and Kitamoto. Several metres adjacent to them, was Taki and Sasada with a fort of their own.

"Man, when the heck did you guys get there?" Nishimura asked with a befuddled expression.

"Anything can happen, right?" Sasada teased while Taki nodded in agreement. While one of Taki’s hands carried a snowball, the other arm rested closely to her chest. Hugging tightly to it was a slouched, half-dead looking familiar cat.

"Nyanko-sensei?" Natsume asked dumbfoundedly, suppressing his snickers at Nyanko-sensei's sorry state.

"Hey, look! They have a hostage!" Tanuma pointed out.

"Don't worry, fat cat! I’ll save you!" Nishmura declared and aimed a snowball right at Sasada.

Sasada ducked, which led the snowball hitting flat right onto Taki's face.

"T-Taki?!" Nishimura gasped, embarrassment turning his face red.

"Thank you, Taki." Sasada thanked the girl before throwing a snowball at the distracted Nishimura.

"Oooof!" Nishimura grunted before falling down back down onto the snow. Kitamoto laughed at his fallen partner before getting hit by a snowball as well.

"Don't forget about us!" Tanuma reminded as Natsume gave him all the snowballs he built. Sasada managed to dodge again but Taki was still immobile from the snow on her face. Unable to dodge, the snowball landed instead right on Nyanko-sensei's face.

"Uh oh," Tanuma said. Sensing an awoken and angered little kitty, Taki quickly turned around away from everyone.

"You little brats!" Nyanko-sensei yelled before transforming. However, the puff of smoke and his loud, bellowing voice shook the several nearby trees.

A huge pile of snow fell onto the ground, burying everyone. After several seconds or so, with a softened rumble, a couple of heads popped out.

"Is everyone alright?"  Taki asked.

"I'm fine." Tanuma replied.

"Me too." Natsume added in.

"What the heck was that?" Sasada shouted, looking back and forth at Natsume and Taki.

"Umm, I was practising my voice acting," Natsume said nervously, hiding behind him a knocked-out cat.

Sasada observed Natsume, who tried to give his best, genuine expression.

Seeing Natsume in trouble, Tanuma looked around and asked, "Where is Kitamoto and Nishimura?"

They decided to give them a minute for the duo to pop up, especially since it wasn’t that much snow to sift through. However, as the minute was drawing to an end, everyone began to get nervous.

Sasada then soon recalled, "Ah, weren't they knocked down earlier by a couple of our snowballs? They fell into the snow and...."

Their faces went pale before they frantically searched for the two, digging through the snow pile.

After not much searching, they found the two asleep on opposite ends. While it didn't take too much to wake up Kitamoto, Nishimura was out like a light.

"Geez, what a kid." Sasada sighed, watching Natsume and Kitamoto help carry up their friend.

“So, what should we do now?” Taki asked.

"If you want, we can head to my house and warm up. My place isn’t too far from here,” Tanuma suggested.

They all agreed to the plan and headed towards Tanuma’s house. They each took turns carrying Nishimura, who had been sleep-talking the entire way. Luckily, the path wasn’t too rough and after a short hike, they reached a familiar, Japanese style home.

After they cleaned themselves up so they wouldn’t drag in any snow, Tanuma led them to one of the rooms. It had a kotatsu* in the centre and a view of the back porch on the other end. They all began to settled around the kotatsu while Tanuma stepped out to bring some food.

“Ahhhhh, this feels so nice,” Taki said cheerfully, plopping her legs under the table.

“It does feel good after playing in the snow for so long,” Kitamoto agreed.

“Ughh...” Nishimura moaned, slowly stirring from his sleep. Everyone watched as he slowly rose his head off the kotatsu. “Where are we? What happened?” he asked groggily.

“You got knocked out by snowballs and then got buried in more snow,” Sasada explained as a-matter-of-factly.

“Awww, damn it!” Nishimura complained before his face lift up after remembering something, “We won at least though, right? Right?”

“We had to stop the snow fight. The sudden snowfall that buried you guys also destroyed everyone’s forts and snowballs,” Sasada said before taking a glance of Natsume.

“Though considering we were the only ones that got knocked out by the snow, I would say we lost,”

Kitamoto admitted with a defeated sigh, “We lost at our own game.”

“Don’t feel bad, Kitamoto. It was still a lot fun.” Tanuma said as he stepped in from one of the inner rooms. He was carrying a tray of hot tea and snacks. He placed them on the centre of the table. “I wouldn’t mind doing it another time”

“Yeah, me too. And I learned a lot thanks to you,” Natsume agreed.

Taken in by the compliments, Nishimura straightened his back and looked proud. “Hehe. Yeah, and we were definitely going easy on you”

"Guys, look outside!" Sasada exclaimed.

Turning to her direction, everyone headed towards the porch to see her the cause of her excitement.

"Wow, it's so pretty." Taki commented.

Outside the porch, tiny iridescent sparkles had been slowly falling from the sky. It shimmered in the sunlight, like a translucent wave flowing in one direction.

"But what is it?" Nishimura wondered.

"Diamond dust, I think" Kitamoto answered, “They’re tiny frozen ice crystals in the air being reflected by the sun"

The group decided to sit closer to the porch and watch. Tanuma brought the tea and snacks closer and conversation resume once more. 

“This is the first time I’ve ever seeing them,” Tanuma said.

“Me too. Its a nice day to end the day” Taki agreed.

“I’ve only seen them once.” Kitamoto commented, “Its very rare of it to happen”

As the group continued to watch in amazement, Natsume couldn’t help but smiled warmly. “I guess anything can happen”

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kotatsu* - a table with a futon on the edges and a heater underneath. Found in houses in Japan during the winter.

Originally I was just going to give this fic because I was struggling to combine the other prompts and come up with something that hasn’t already been done. I did eventually get an idea thanks to some help but it was no way it would have been acceptable quality by the time I was finished. Hence making it a two part gift. I plan to post part 2 next week using the other two prompts you gave me. Still, I’m so sorry how late part 1 came. I hope you enjoyed it as I had alot of fun writing it.

Happy Holidays

[lemonbalmgirl]

Yesterday I went on a tea date. We've been emailing for about a month. Not sure if it will go anywhere, but we both want to hang out again and will probably meet up at a bookshop next time.

Then in the afternoon, I hung out with my collective of closest high school friends, the TWAMPs (Terrorist Women And Maidens of Perversion). We used the stupid fireworks holiday as an excuse to get together in person, which everyone is finally feeling more comfortable doing (after we all take a COVID test first). My friends showed off their balcony garden, we ate yummy food, played with another friend's dog, played Jackbox games, got to pick through the host's book discard pile, and got to have a cuddle pile on the couch. It was really nice. 💜