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jokerscrazybrilliant · 3 years

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Survive - Chapter 1 - (Captain Rex)

Idk why I'm so nervous to post this lol, but I'm new here, anyhow, I've been re-watching Clone Wars and re-fawning over the incredible Captain Rex, so um, here's the maybe beginning to something? I kind of don't know how to judge my own writing so I hope this isn't totally sucky lol..

ANYHOW CHAPTER 1 !! XD

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sur·vive /sərˈvīv/ verb Continue to live or exist, especially in spite of danger or hardship. Similar: live · continue · remain · last · persist · endure · persevere · abide · linger · exist · be • continue to live or exist in spite of (an accident or ordeal). • remain alive after the death of (a particular person). • manage to keep going in difficult circumstances.

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Darkness. Everywhere. Not just a lack of light, but the feeling of being lost and directionless, the great darkness that spread endlessly in every direction. And I was alone in it, unable to watch my step, I stumbled over my feet as I ran. Run. Run. RUN.

“MASTER!” The shout tore itself from my throat painfully as I shot up in bed, sweating and in a panic. Breathing heavily, I put a hand to my chest, feeling my heart pounding painfully rapidly. I tried to control my breathing as I blinked away tears, making my way to the refresher, the bright lights of Coruscant’s horizon making their way into the room through the window.

The shower helped calm me down and I got dressed in my tan and brown jedi robes, making my way to the balcony to meditate until sunrise.

Today the council would be informing me of their decision on my future. When I lost my master so close to being ready to take my tests to be knighted, the council was unsure of which path would be best for me. To assign me as a Padawan to a new master or to get me to take the tests early, neither seemed an easy option. I took a deep breath and let my mind quiet as I felt the force flow through and around me. Whatever may come would be for the best, I just had to keep my mind open and accept things as they were.

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Standing there in front of the council, most of what was said passed around me in a haze. All of the comments on how what had happened was unfortunate, but the force willed it so, the comments on how it would make me a stronger Jedi to learn patience detachment and strength from this particular trial. While this was all true, I wasn’t in a place where I wanted to hear these words. I just wanted to know what their decision was so I could carry on without thinking about what happened.

“-so we believe that it would be best if you served under another Jedi master, not necessarily as his Padawan, but just to gain some more experience before you are ready to take the tests for your knighthood. And you would also be assisting him in leading his battalion and helping him plan strategies for key missions. This is a great opportunity, so I hope that you will make the best of it, and I’m sure you will, we have faith in you Nimra.”

“Thank you Master Windu,” I bowed my head to him respectfully. “Might I ask to which Jedi Master I am being assigned?”

At my question a half smile and a nearly playful twinkle appeared in the Master’s eye. “Anakin Skywalker. He is a very skilled Jedi, and things would certainly never be dull.”

I gave a slight smile in response and bowed once more to the council. “Thank you for the opportunity masters, I will do my best to make you proud.” With that I made my exit, sagging slightly once the door closed behind me.

Master Skywalker, huh? I had met him a few times with my previous master on certain missions, and Master Windu’s comment made perfect sense to me. Things would certainly be interesting, but I was just hoping to keep my head down and get through the next few months with him until I could take my tests.

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He was late. This was a wonderful start. He was late, and he was arriving in an old trash pile of a ship, one that looked like it was found in a junkyard on an outer-rim moon somewhere. “Nimra!” He called my name joyfully as he made his way down the ramp with a small blue astromech and a young orange skinned Togruta following him.

“Master Skywalker.” I bowed my head respectfully and gave him a small smile.

“I’m so sorry to hear about what happened to your master. He was a great Jedi Master and it’s truly a loss to the republic and the Jedi Order.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Of course. I’d like you to meet my Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, Snips this is Nimra Sayla.” I bowed my head to the padawan as well and she returned it with a smile. “Nimra will be joining us for a while, and we will be lucky to have her, I’ve fought on the battlefield with her, and she is a force to be reckoned with.”

“You’re too kind, Master.”

“You’re nearly knighted yourself Nim, stop calling me that would ya?” He laughed at my formality, and I gave a small chuckle myself.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Master – Master Diya thought highly of professionalism and formalities.” I kept the smile even though saying my old Master’s name caused a sharp stinging pain in my heart. Anakin put his hand on my shoulder and gave me an understanding smile, which I appreciated immensely.

“Well, we should get going if we’re going to make the rendezvous with the rest of the fleet.” Anakin turned to climb back up the ramp before the astromech gave a series of agitated beeps at the Jedi. “Oh, you’re right, how could I forget. This, is R2-D2.” He laughed as he introduced the droid to me, it beeping appreciatively and spinning it’s head around slightly.

“Hello R2-D2, it’s nice to meet you.” I gave the droid a grin as we all made our way into the ship, me biting my tongue as not to comment on how this junk pile would possibly make the trip through hyperspace.

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“Home sweet home.” Anakin commented as we made our way into the hangar of his Jedi cruiser we had met up with.

“Welcome back, General.” A clone trooper with the blue paint of the 501st met us as we descended. He was holding his helmet under his left arm, and he had buzzed bleached hair, with no other specific markings unlike many clones who chose to tattoo themselves or get very unique haircuts to set them apart from their comrades. Of course, being someone with the force, I could feel the energy signatures within people rather than just seeing their outsides, and that had always helped keep track of the clones, who while they had the same DNA, each had their own very different and unique personalities. “I see we’ve picked up a new recruit?”

“Thank you, and yes, Captain Rex, meet Nimra Sayla.” Anakin introduced us, gesturing his hands between us before focusing on an information disc R2 was giving him.

“Nice to meet you General.” The Captain gave me a salute.

“Oh, no, not quite. I’m not actually a Jedi Knight yet.” I gave him a slightly sheepish smile.

“Ah, sorry about that Commander.”

“That’s quite alright.”

“You’re not a padawan but also not a knight yet?” Ahsoka inquired from beside me.

“Uh, no, not yet. My master, he died before I could take my tests, so I’m going to complete my remaining trainings here with you until I can take them.” I was acutely aware of the pity entering Ahsoka’s eyes, but thankfully the clone did not show that same emotion, rather just a slight understanding of my situation.

“Sorry to hear that Sir.” Rex said, still standing at attention.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.” Ahsoka said sweetly.

“It’s really okay, but thank you.”

“Alright, me and Ahsoka have to go prepare a debrief, and discuss how when I say ‘let’s go’, it means ‘let’s go’, and not ‘take your time Ahsoka’.” I chuckled at Anakin’s words.

“But Master, if I hadn’t stayed as long as we needed, we would’ve never gotten the information we needed!” She retorted, pointing at the disc in his hand.

“Yeah yeah, that’s not the point, Snips. Anyway, Rex, can you show Nimra around and to her quarters please?”

“Yes, of course Sir.” The captain saluted again and then turned to me as Anakin and Ahsoka walked away, still bickering.

“Are they always like that?” I asked, small smile still on my face.

“Yes Sir, for the most part.” His response made me turn to look at him in the eyes, serious expression taking over my features.

“I will do whatever it takes, whatever it takes, to get you to stop calling me that.” The moment he recognized my joking, some of his seriousness dissolved, and a small half smile appeared on his face.

“Whatever it takes?” He inquired, arching an eyebrow.

“I will personally make the trip to the end of the galaxy and back, on THAT scrap pile, with an agitated blurrg as my copilot, just to get you to stop calling me ‘sir’.” I pointed at Anakin’s ship behind me, serious expression never cracking even as I gained a full smile from the captain, which made my heart warm slightly.

“Well in that case, Commander.”

“That’s not any better!” I exclaimed, laughing as he grinned at me.

“Shall we begin the tour?” He offered, arm outstretched in the direction we would begin with.

“Yes, Captain.” My grin remained as he began to show me around. This will be interesting indeed.

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moonlightlullaby · 4 years

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Joining the call, we’re welcomed by the amigops, Brooke, Karl and Bretman.

“So, everyone, this is my older brother, Dylan!”

“What’s up, guys? Nice to meet y’all!” variations of hi’s and hello’s hit our ears all at once.

“Hey, Dylan!” Karl chimes after them “Good to see- well, talk to you again, man!”

“Oh yeah! Thanks for helping us the other day.” Corpse sounds much more relaxed now - I mean, eveyone does… Bottom line is that streaming, however authentic and open you are with your viewers, does put a strain on you, so hearing everyone - myself included - more loose doesn’t really come as a surprise.

“Yeah, wish I could’ve done more. It sucks that you still lost.”

“Hey!” I elbow his side, causing him to dramatically gasp and fake cry and everyone in the call to laugh.

“Yeah, about that, you shouldn’t mention it around Alex. He’s still super bitter about it.” I giggle at Karl’s remark and, on cue, none other than Alex joins the voicechat.

We keep chatting as more people join us, introducing themselves to my brother - and Dave to both of us since it’s our first interaction ever. I’m really intrigued to see how he plays.

Dyl and I have decided to megazord today and play as one - not without some whining from Alex. He’s claimed it would be unfair and disproportional - even though no one else seemed even slightly bothered by it - and has only agreed with it after I’d exposed my brother’s pathetic skills in among us - earning me a glare and a light punch from Dyl - and reminded him of how much better a victory would feel knowing he didn’t trick eight people, but nine.

With Tina’s arrival, we all agree on who will be playing the first round and get the game started. CREWMATE flashes on the screen. Alright, let’s try and stay alive.

Yeah, that didn’t work out.

For some reason - read: lack of functioning braincellls -, Dyl wanted to do simon says first and, since the universe loves screwing us over, of course Ludwig would walk in and shoot our astronaut just as we’re about to finish the task - after having already failed twice, may I add. Both of us just stop and stare - I, at the ceiling; Dyl, at the white little guy flopped over - before we burst into laughter.

“Of course this would happen!” he shakes his head and, being his persistent self, opens the task to start all over.

And just in case you’ve ever doubted Murphy’s law, you should definitely reconsider it because guess what happens next: right before Dyl presses the last button, an emergency meeting is called.

“Alright, fuckers, who did it? Who would hurt my baby girl Y/N like this?” although I feel very honored to see Brooke defending me with so much passion, I can’t contain the giggles that escape my mouth at the contrast between how threatening and intimidating she’s trying to sound and how she actually sounds.

The meeting is not productive at all. No one is sussed and everyone skips. “Don’t worry, D and missy Y/N, we’ll get whoever had the audacity to do this. I promise!” Sweet, Bret, sweet!

When “No one was ejected. (Skipped)” takes over the screen, a low, soft sound fills my ears. However, by the time my brain catches up, the sound’s stopped. Corpse was humming ‘cheater’! Yes, the infamous 2008 nightmare of a song I was stupid enough to share with him!

“Did you show him?” my wide-eyed brother whispers to me. I immediately shush him while muting ourselves at the speed of light. “Dylan!” I whisper-shout, turning to face him. This asshole is smirking!

I narrow my eyes and furrow my brows, mentally throwing daggers at him and setting his body on fire. I open my mouth, but, before any sound can leave it, a notification pops up: a private message from the one and only boyinaband. A glance at my brother tells me his mind is somewhere else already as he pets Fiyero - I mean, our family’s never been known for our impeccable attention; who would’ve expected it to be any different now? -, so I open his message.

hey, y/n!

don’t mean to make things awkward at all, but i’d like to thank you for whatever you’ve told corpse

yk, he tends to shut off when things get hard, but he reached out the other day for help and company

so thanks

Why is he-? How does he-? What-? I’m…

Has Corpse said anything about me to Dave? Why would he do that?

No, no... No, Dave might have just guessed it since Corpse and I are constantly talking

...right?

Yes, yes, it has to be it.

oh also, it’s great getting to meet you and play with you!

you’re really cool indeed :)

Y/N: oh there’s nothing to thank me for, really

but i’m really glad we’ve met too!

i love your content btw and you’re funny af

Dave: thx!

so it’s lud and...?

he killed me so gracefully idk how to feel

Y/N: jshdfgjhdgfkwfgjewv

fuck idk either

Speaking of imposters, all of our tasks are yet to be done, I should get back to them.

After that round - in which, by the way, Brooke was the other imposter and carried the entire thing after Lud vented in front of Tina, wasn’t able to catch her and got ejected -, the afternoon went on pretty smoothly.

Dylan and I arguing every 2 minutes about what strategy we should follow and ending up with a no-strategy approach. Friends killing - and being killed by - friends, lying to friends, throwing friends under the bus… you know, very friendly things. Dylan and Bretman basically ignoring everyone else and isolating themselves in their own bubble for half of the time. Everyone just vibing to miscellaneous tunes - from Dolly Parton to Wilbur Soot, from CORPSE to BLACKPINK -, and chatting, laughing and having a good time as Toast had proposed.

Without the distraction of an audience and the pressure of being funny or 666 IQ, I got to actually talk to and learn more about Leslie, Dave - who (I was right) is a sweetheart and with whom I hit it off instantly -, Sean, Toast himself and, well, pretty much everyone.

It’s so crazy how, in a little over one month, you can connect so much with these many people! Some who were complete strangers to you until then and others who you already admired and looked up to… and now, you can call them all your friends. It’s insane!

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🐝 bee-girls are ruining my life 🐝

chapter 12: what friends do

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A/N: Hi! I wasn’t sure if I’d post today, but, quite frankly, writing’s the only thing I can get myself to do lately and knowing that there are some people out there who want to read what I have to offer really warms my heart 🤍 Sorry for the sappiness and for any typos heheh See you on tuesday hopefully!

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vodkassassin · 4 years

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My dude, my gal, or maybe nonbinary pal (just to be sure, don't know your pronouns) you gave me the light, you have opened my eyes. All this ships I didn't know I needed and now can't get enough of. Your writing is a DELIGHT. For a prompt, how do SQH's disciples see him? What about the demons under MBJ? That one shot of LQG getting jealous of MBJ in which the underling backs away slowly means this isn't the first time that has happened right?

Thank you so much! It really makes me happy to hear that people enjoy reading my stuff. It’s half of what makes writing it so enjoyable for me. Another part I enjoy is how I seem to be dragging all you poor fools down with me into my shipping abyss of rare pairs. God bless.

I went with the demon perspective! Might do a disciple perspective next time? Idk. @quiensecomioelpie

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As an agent of the Northern kingdom, Mao Liang is required to attend strategy meetings whenever they are present within the palace. Regardless of whether they had just returned from a long, grueling mission in the field only the day before, or not.

Luckily, there’s never that much attention brought to them, and Mao Liang is never expected to share their opinion or thoughts during the meeting, only directly to his majesty and the advisor afterwards. A relief, because if Mao Liang had to speak to the dozens of generals and high ranking soldiers and fellow agents that stand around the colossal, war room table alongside them… Well, that’s a crowd, isn’t it? If Mao Liang was forced to publicly speak, they might actually die.

Someone who doesn’t seem to ever have a problem with addressing a crowd of demons, though — be they gruff soldiers or generals or a glowering, looming king — is someone that is worth admiring.

Lord Shang pulls his furs around his shoulders more tightly, attention directed almost entirely on the maps sprawled out over the table they’ve all gathered around today. His head tilts toward the side just slightly, like a predator whose eyes have zeroed in on his prey, and Mao Liang has to fight the urge to shiver at the sight.

The odd twitches that they see in their fellow demons tells them that they, too, experience the same unease, so at least they’re not alone in this.

It was an odd thing, at first, to fear a human — much less a cultivator. In the beginning, as Lord Shang was just ascending into his climb for power in the Northern Kingdom, it had been something Mao Liang had been almost offended by. Just as any demon in their right mind would be, faced with such a slight, twitchy little thing, whose eyes rove to and fro as if they are a frightened animal. It screams of weakness, to any demon eyes.

Any demon that doesn’t already know better, at least.

Within the decade, however, it became clear that this feeling did, indeed, have its place in Mao Liang’s heart. That they were not experiencing a falsity. That Lord Shang, despite his diminutive appearance, is deserving of this respect, and not just because his majesty is so fond of him.

Not only is the cultivator powerful — Mao Liang still shudders in remembrance, whenever there is a storm in the sky strong enough to birth lightning — but he is conniving. He is intelligent to a terrifying degree. He is scarily efficient, productive, and reliable.

When Lord Shang says something will be done, it is done.

When Lord Shang says changes need to be made, they are made, no matter how many voices make their dissent known (nor how many idiots have, over the years, attempted something much more underhanded — they all fail, each and every one of them, and eventually the attempts were fewer and fewer, before just completely grinding to a halt).

If Lord Shang decides you are not fit for a position….

Well. In the beginning, he’d have just taken care of it himself. Through varying means, all of them increasingly terrifying, according to the rumors Mao Liang has heard over the years. Now, though…

Now, if Lord Shang decides someone has to go, the king himself is ever so obliging to make sure that it happens, often post haste.

So much power in the palm of a single person, even if he is an immortal master — it’s awe-inspiring.

So, Lord Shang indeed deserves the respect he commands from the heart of every Northern demon, and even those beyond their borders. However long it had taken them all to realize (and then accept), the state of the kingdom in recent years has been thriving more than it ever has in the past. Things haven’t been this good since perhaps the early golden age of the current Mobei Jun’s great and mighty ancestors. And they all know exactly who to credit that for.

“Here.”

Mao Liang startles, gaze snapping down to the map and zeroing in on where Lord Shang’s dainty (and deceptively powerful, mustn’t forget that) finger is tapping on an outlined enemy outpost.

“Eliminate them, first.” Lord Shang says.

“Ah — my lord?” One of the generals hedges awkwardly, tone coming out rather flat in his attempt not to offend — as it happens with most demons, their accents when speaking the common language does not leave a lot of room for niceties and polite speech. It’s caused a lot of scares with Lord Shang, where the demons under his attention are never certain if they’re about to get banished from the kingdom or executed by the king (which would be a mercy, certainly).

Mao Liang winces, covering it up by clenching their jaw tightly and eyeing the general who spoke from the corner of his eye, as Lord Shang turns his attention directly upon him.

The general is standing ramrod straight, shoulders stiff and brow pinched, when the advisor’s aquamarine gaze cuts to him. The demal shouldn’t have spoken up at all.

“What is it?” Lord Shang asks, pleasantly. Mao Liang feels a shiver wrack their spine.

Lord Shang is always pleasant, right up until he isn’t. It’s when he isn’t, that one has to watch out for oneself. But it’s ever so difficult to know when that caution is required, because Lord Shang is unpredictable, in a sense.

It takes a lot to truly and irreparably offend the honorable advisor. The last one who had…

They’re still scraping the poor guy’s innards off the wall of that conference hall, Mao Liang is pretty sure.

“That outpost…” the General begins, haltingly. He eyes the peak lord hesitantly, searching the neutral mask for any sign of displeasure, before continuing. “It’s not very important in the grand scheme of things, my lord. The enemy does not particularly value it. To expend our forces on its destruction would, I believe, be a waste of our resources at this time.”

There. Succinct and to the point. Mao Liang cranes their head around to peer at the advisor, who stands at the head of the table.

In the shadow of his majesty’s great bulk and dark glower (which is currently directed at the silently sweating General, poor demal), Lord Shang looks so much smaller than he actually is. Almost breakable. Non-threatening.

Mao Liang has never heard a more hilarious joke in their life. Non-threatening, their ass.

“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” And oh, there is cheer injected into the advisor’s voice, now. Mao Liang watches in fascination as the general visibly cringes. “Ah, but that’s where you’d be wrong, General Peng! You see, this particular outpost actually is rather important, especially to our enemy. They’d just like for us to think that it isn’t. The larger outpost, here?”

Lord Shang sweeps his hand across the map to the larger outline that’s much closer to the Northern borders.

“That seems more of a threat to us, just like you pointed out earlier. And I agree, it does seem that way — however, this larger outpost is only a decoy. A red herring, if you will. It’s larger and more heavily manned specifically to distract us from this smaller outpost over here.”

General Peng flinches minutely, having his own contribution to the meeting so effortlessly and nonchalantly thrown back into his face as only an incorrect assumption rather than a logical deduction. He doesn’t speak, though, even to ask the advisor where he’d gotten such information from.

No one ever asks Lord Shang how he knows something. Everyone knows that if Lord Shang knows something, then he just knows it, and you are to trust it, because he is never, ever wrong.

It is frightening enough, having the advisor of the king know your name, personally, without you ever having introduced yourself to him. Small, meaningless facts about you, the names of your family, where your clan ancestral ritual grounds are (something that no demon tells anyone outside their own clan, upon pain of death. And having that just thrown out there in casual conversation? Terrifying.). What you had been doing, while undercover, just the week before….

Mao Liang’s first meeting with the Peak Lord Shang had been memorable, to say the least. They had come out of it with a very, very healthy fear and respect for the man, of course. Ask any demon in the Eternal Winter Palace — hell, any demon in the damn kingdom itself — and they would tell you the same.

“It’s this outpost we have to worry about.” Lord Shang is saying, tapping once again on the smaller outline. “It’s the center of their operations. Everything that actually matters is hidden underneath it. It is absolutely crucial that those of you in the field ensure that it will no longer be a problem. You should take, I’d say, around three platoons.”

Mao Liang glances down at the outline. The outpost is tiny, nestled into the belly of a valley. Just looking at it, they would guess there are only perhaps a thousand demons in total guarding the place. Sending in six thousand soldiers to take it out is a bit of overkill.

But, then again, if the real operations are all happening underground, concealed….

General Peng’s lips thin into a pale line. Then, the demal nods in acceptance. “If Lord Shang says so.”

“I do,” Lord Shang says, quietly, not even lifting his gaze back up from the map, staring down at where his own finger is pressed to the outpost.

General Peng’s entire face goes pale.

Before anything else can happen, like Lord Shang going completely silent and unhelpful (It’s happened in the past, Lord Shang deciding that they no longer required his advice, if they were so certain of their own (always subpar) intelligence on the matter. His majesty’s ire, in response, had been absolutely brutal on everyone even peripherally involved. Mao Liang had been lucky enough to not have been in attendance at that particular meeting, but they’d heard stories.)— before anything like that could happen, the king himself decided that enough is enough.

Mobei Jun shoves off the table and sends them all a sharp glare.

“Well,” his majesty says, powerful voice expanding into the air and filling the cavernous war room like it was something material. “You have your orders. What else do you want? Get out.”

As they all scramble to their feet and head for the door, Mao Liang is at the forefront. They hate tactical meetings. They’d rather be on the field. Or in their quarters, sleeping. Or in their quarters, reading. Anywhere that other people are not. This meeting has already drained their meager energy levels to almost nothing. It’s nap time. It’s nap time.

“Mao Liang,” Mobei Jun’s voice calls, and they fall to an abrupt stop just before the doors. “Stay behind.”

Demons, generals and soldiers and even fellow agents, stream past them, and they quietly despair. Fuck! They’d been so close!

They turn, and step back to the table. They execute a bow, working to keep any expression off their face entirely — especially when Lord Shang smiles at them. Oh, ancestors.

“There’s a mission that requires the best counter-intelligence agent that we have,” Lord Shang begins, as flattering as ever, and Mao Liang knows immediately that they’re in for a lot of work. Dammit. “Here, follow me. There’s no reason to do this in such a drafty, echoing hall. I’ll debrief you on the way to the kitchens.”

Ah! Mao Liang hasn’t eaten since yesterday! And from the glimmer in Lord Shang’s eye as the man smiles, he knows it too.

Another thing about Lord Shang, that Mao Liang particularly admires, is how the man cares, despite everything else. If you ever work directly underneath Lord Shang, you can always be absolutely certain that he will look out for you.

In the Northern Kingdom, there is no place safer.

#svsss prompts #shang qinghua #mobei jun #scum villain's self saving system #demon realm #war strategies #demons #demon spy OC #vodka answers #vodkassassin fanfiction #quiensecomioelpie

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captainseaweedbrains · 3 years

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The Hunger Games: Ch. 5

I am finally getting around to writing up thoughts. Life am I right? So I’m not only behind, but starting a bit later on my chapter thoughts.

Here are my rambling thoughts and emotions on chapter 5:

"Good news, though. This is the last one. Ready?" I get a grip on the edges of the table I'm seated on and nod. The final swathe of my leg hair is uprooted in a painful jerk.// Girl, I feel you. We’ve all been there. #Noshaveforever

This has included scrubbing down my body with a gritty loam that has removed not only dirt but at least three layers of skin// It’s called exfoliating, Katniss, and I promise, it is good for your skin. If they can do one thing for you, it is this.

Okay. Like Katniss, I have a soft spot for her prep team. I can’t help it. They feel like they mean well and I’m a sucker for it. Even if they are prepping her for death. 💀

He gives his orange corkscrew locks a shake and applies a fresh coat of purple lipstick to his mouth.// I wonder if SC thought of the most gaudiest looks and just rolled with it. Probably. But some of these outfit choices just seem so out there that I have such a hard time picturing it. Am I alone on this? My fashion sense is that of a bygone era. So maybe that’s why. What is high fashion? Not me. That’s what.

Octavia, a plump woman whose entire body has been dyed a pale shade of pea green // Why would you want to look like a Sim? Why is that in style here?

"Excellent! You almost look like a human being now!" says Flavius, and they all laugh.

I force my lips up into a smile to show how grateful I am. "Thank you," I say sweetly. "We don't have much cause to look nice in District Twelve."

This wins them over completely. // Katniss!! I love you. Never change. I do love how other worldly each party sees the other. Maybe it’s a comment on colonialism in that sense shut up Terri Your English degree is showing BUT how Katniss views them as strange birds rightly so because one legit probably looks like a Sim and them viewing her as NOT HUMAN even though she definitely looks the more normal in the room and I stand by that Where was I going with this? It just feels a bit Two Worlds colliding. Okay. Moving on.

Just how filthy was Katniss? Like she definitely bathed before coming. Twice in one day. So what is their standard here? I don’t want it because it’s probably too much effort. #lazy

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots.// My thoughts exactly.

I cannot stress how much I love how blunt SC makes Katniss’ thoughts. It feels so human to me and I don’t always see that in writing. It’s nice.

Am I alone on wondering if Cinna has that eyeliner tattooed on? I don’t know why that’s always my first thought with the second being “ouch.”

I do love how Katniss is always thrown when her pre-perceptions of the Capitol are challenged by *the few* people like Cinna.

I saw someone point out how Katniss remembers a lot of details like the stylists and past years winners and their strategies and I’m wondering if it’s more like how I know stuff on like the Kardashians that I don’t really want to know or care about knowing. Just facts living in her head rent free. But she remembers a lot of details on the Games.

He presses a button on the side of the table. The top splits and from below rises a second tabletop that holds our lunch.// The future 1950s ads promised and Disney Channel’s Smart House made those in my generation fear. That or a super fancy automat.

Unpopular opinion, but I absolutely hate when Katniss goes on about the food and how to make dishes. I think it’s so boring to read. Even one sentence about what everyone is eating dulls me.

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?//Okay, I know we kind of already have this luxury to an extent, but I too want to press a button and my food is magically there, in my home, already made. #queenlazy

My heart saddens when Katniss wonders what people do in their free time. She is a CHILD. *cries*

Okay. So I know Katniss has boasted about concealing her thoughts, but is she REALLY good at it? She gets called out a lot by practical strangers. I will cling to my headcanon that she is truly an open book and just believes she’s sneaky like that and Peeta pretends she’s succeeding at later in life. Is this canon? Maybe? Don’t @ me

SC’s commentary of sexualizing young teens and kiddos is amazing and yes, please keep coming at us like this, Suzanne.

Also those poor, naked children. Not only were they going to their deaths, but they literally were paraded around on national television buck naked.

I'll be naked for sure, I think...Naked and covered in black dust, I think.//An example of why I just love her narration. I crack up every time at the clear doom in her “voice”

He sees my expression and grins.//A true madman because I can only assume her face is that of horror.

I am still mad at the scaly-looking outfits the movie gave us and how they made her hair look

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.//He is a madman. We accept it and move on from here

*Peeta enters* *Cue my glee*

*He is my favorite and that favoritism will show*

*Listen I am here for the messages on war and our consumer culture SC is providing*

*But I will not hide why I’m really here rereading these books*

*WEEPS* SHE IS RELIEVED TO SEE PEETA

"What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?"

"I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.//Don’t touch me. The teamwork they already share.

Haha I just imagine Peeta has that big smile on his face all “Haha I want to die right now”

THEY’RE LAUGHING. Precious beans.

I guess we're both so nervous about the Games and more pressingly, petrified of being turned into human torches, we're not acting sensibly.// That or you both are talking to your crushes and are feeling giddy about it. Don’t deny it Katniss. We see you

Lmao Katniss’ enthusiasm for D1 cracks me up

Cinna over here just lighting people on fire and relieved it worked properly. This man, I swear

She calls him dazzling. Be still my heart.

Also I still don’t understand the true purpose of Cinna presenting them as united. Maybe I’ll get a refresher later on. Is it just to make them stand out more because they’re united? I don’t understand this angle at all. So #SameKatnissSame

Lmao or maybe Peeta’s the one who is all “Idk, but *sings* I wanna hold your hand...”

Or not. But you bet Peeta is pumped. He’s not naked on national television and he’s holding his crush’s hand. Peak day for Peeta Bram Mellark, with all things given.

I do hope they are waving correctly.

I'm glad now I have Peeta to clutch for balance, he is so steady, solid as a rock.//I’m FINE. Totally FINE that this will be how she views him for the rest of the series. FINE.

Narrator: She was not fine.

How absolutely sad that she mentions how the Capitolites took the effort to look in the program for their names. How they waste CHILDREN’S LIVES.

But I shall focus on her gaining confidence and Katniss Everdeen legit getting caught up in the moment where she is blowing kisses at them. The power of a great outfit, amirite?

Someone throws me a red rose. I catch it, give it a delicate sniff, and blow a kiss back in the general direction of the giver. A hundred hands reach up to catch my kiss, as if it were a real and tangible thing.//Oh my god. So Extra

Everyone wants my kisses.//Peeta wants those kisses

"No, don't let go of me," he says. The firelight flickers off his blue eyes. "Please.// I am crying as I think about their interaction in the same square in Mockingjay, when she tries to take the nightlock pill and he stops her. “I’ll never let go, Jack”

SC can describe Snow however she wants, I will forever see Donald Sutherland and only that. Even when Snow is a teenager I picture Donald. The power of Donald Sutherland.

I love that she doesn’t realize she’s still holding his hand. If Portia had enough time to spray them down, she’s been holding on for awhile. Katniss, explanation? 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀

"I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you." And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. // AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHE FEELS WARMTH RUSH THROUGH HER

THE SHY FLIRTING

PEETA, YOU SHY SLY BEAN OF A FOX

The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.//Yeah, for catching a dangerous thing called FEELINGS.

Katniss, how does *kissing* him help matters here? You clearly caught wind he was flirting and your first thought was *le kiss* ???????

These two, I swear

And Katniss is just so smol having to stand on her *tiptoes* to kiss his cheek. #teamsmol

Onward to the next chapter!

#The Hunger Games #thgagain #My thoughts #Terri reads The Hunger Games #Books

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anxietysroomsupport · 3 years

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Hypermobile anon here. First, thank you so much. It's just nice to know there's someone here for me. And to give a little more info, I have a serious problem where if I'm not currently in pain. I don't remember how bad it was. I know everybody does this, but my brain literally checked out as I was going to bed recently and I fell on the floor. I nearly forgot to tell my physical therapist.about it because it didn't really hurt. So, I can't do the pain scale very well, and I never remember (1/2)

(2/2) It just makes it sort of hard for pain relief when I don't know I'm going to need it and don't have the energy when I do. Also, on the vitamin subject, I know that I've had vitamin d issues before (bad heat exhaustion and allergy scares = going outside less), bad enough that I was close to being diagnosed with hypothyroidism. I'm not sure about the others, but I do know I'm not amazing healthy, so? I take calcium pills for the vitamin d, though. Again, thank you guys for all your help.

We just got a bill from my PT place that says we owe money that we can't pay. They told us up front how much it would be with our insurance, and my mom's been paying each time, but it says we owe 177 dollars. Sure, it's not a lot, but we're not rich and trying to send a sibling to college. If we can't get this sorted out. I can't just not go. 10 exercises I can do at home and 5 appointments is not enough to help a chronic disorder. I cant focus and I have practice in 30 mins. -Hypermobility anon

Same day but later when I'm feeling a little better (my director was very supportive though so that's nice), I'd seen the letter and heard my parents talking a bit, but my mom told be as we got to school for rehearsal about PT. I got upset, and I felt bad because I could tell she felt bad because she didn't expect me to be upset, and in the heat of the moment I said "chronic illness" in front of my mom for the first time. She loudly (not quite yelling) (1/?) - Hypermobility anon

said to me "That is the most self-pitying thing I've ever heard. Chronic illnesses are like cancer". Sure, I probably should've said disorder and not illness, but I'm scientifically right. Then I said "It is, it's chronic pain, I am always in pain" and she said "Well then clearly PT isn't helping anyway" - I??? When I went in after 15 minutes after another girl, since we were both there for an hour and a half, I decided to stop trying too much to hide my crying (useful masks) (2/?) -HSD anon

since the other girl was in the hall to eat, and when I managed to explain to the director, she was understanding and nice, and when I said chronic, she said that I should never have to live with that, especially at my age. And when I mentioned not being able to sing at that moment from my crying, she pointed out how I was singing an empowering song that was about standing against the bad stuff in life, and I was perfect for it. I know my mom was just mad, but it just drained me.

Sorry I keep sending asks so often, I just feel like telling someone this. I decided to put 'zebra' in my bio. It's a thing that people with EDS and HSD sometimes like to call themselves. I like it, so even though I just have my name and pronouns, plus a random joke, in my bio, I added it. It just feels like a step in the right direction to remembering that I don't need google to tell me I'm dealing with this every 5 minutes. Accepting it, I guess. :) -HSD anon

My sleep schedule just keeps getting worse and I think it's my ADHD combined busy days and pain but I just never want to sleep anymore. I can't, I don't want to, and it hurts physically and mentally to just lie there and see if I can fall asleep. 80% sure my circadian rhythm changed to sleep at about 2 am but I get up at 7 and have a chronic disorder that's getting worse because of this I *need sleep*. And I'm so scared I'll mess up, want to make a side blog for it but want to make one (1/2)

for something happy first because I always figured that if I had side blogs they would be ask blogs or for fandoms or whatever. But I got a little better at not caring what other people think, so I haven't really needed one for fandom. But I looked through the tag and felt so comforted by some of the stuff that I just think it would help me. Maybe I'm just extra bad tonight because I went outside but also talked about it a fair amount with a friend I hadn't seen recently who didn't know. -HSD

I wanna talk to my physical therapist about hip braces because I tried a knee one we have and it honestly helps, but my hips are worst so I wanna see if it would help, but they're pretty expensive. It's hard to find dual hip braces, from what I've seen in my research, and even though one more than the other, both cause me issues. Idk, I'm conflicted, because it could help but is it worth all the effort? Also, even if it's under clothing it's still physical evidence (1/2) -HSD anon

(2/2) of my "invisible" disorder. Also, stopping exercises for a few days because of not feeling well from my covid shot reminded me of just how much time I spend on them, so it's another thing to deal with this. . . Idk, sometimes I just wonder if it would be better to just deal with it. I still have pain anyway, though it might be a little better. Less often, maybe? I don't really remember. It's not stressing at the front of my mind all the time, but the back of it. I'm just conflicted. -HSD

HSD anon here, idk if I mentioned it in an ask already, but recently I had a small breakdown because I was watching something where a character was in a car accident, as was trying to push through having trouble walking even with a hip brace. After a minute, I registered it and just thought "That could be my future". My joints had already been acting up and then they got worse, so I don't know if it was cause and effect? But I don't exactly know what to call it other than a trigger. (1/2)

Physical and emotional effect, at least I'm assuming on physical because I've had a bad reaction to something similar before, but like, I don't have trauma, I think it's more fear of the future. And I don't want to use trigger incorrectly, it's insensitive to those who actually have triggers. I'm just so confused.

Forgot to sign the last ask with 2/2 and HSD, whoops.

Hfnsiwk I'm not ready to walk into PT tomorrow and say that I don't think months of PT have been helping but I have no way to be completely sure because for all I know it's the weather since this is the first year I've known/it's been noticeable. Maybe it's just change, I don't know, but it just feels like such a waste of time if it really didn't help. Plus, I'd stop, and while that'd be great, I do enjoy being stronger, even if it didn't help pain. I have 12 hours and a bad pain day idek. -HSD

Hi Hypermobility Anon,

I think I found all your asks and got them in the correct order. And found your last ask!

I’m so glad you kept writing in. I think you should go ahead and make your side blog - you definitely have enough material for it. Wanting to make a happy side blog also is a great goal to have, but if you don’t know what it will be yet, don’t let that prevent you from doing something you know you want to do and that will probably help you.

You are dealing with So. Much. Your mom especially sounds like she just is not ready to accept the situation. It’s not self-pity to state your actual conditions. It’s just reality.

Forgetting about pain is normal, and really all you can do is try to write it down or make some kind of note about it in the moment or immediately after, so you can refer to it later. Maybe you can track your pain events in your phone notes.

I think your idea to add “zebra” to your bio is a good one, this is part of your life and just something you have to deal with. It sounds like you’re finding a community for this.

Sleep schedules are tricky, and feeling like you desperately need to sleep can make it so stressful that it starts a vicious little cycle. Some strategies to get around this are First, remember that just resting is okay and helpful too, even if you don’t fall asleep. Letting your body lay there to rest is good for you.

Second, if you’ve spent several minutes laying down without falling asleep, its okay to get up and walk around, or any small light exercise that’s comfortable for you. The goal with this one is to get out of the bed for a bit. It will help your brain to re-learn that the bed is for sleeping only, not for laying awake. That association can help signal to your brain to start its sleep-process when you get into bed at night.

Third, it’s really common to have a changing circadian rhythm during your teens and twenties. That’s just a thing that happens and you can’t do much about it, so just try not to worry too much. Sleep when it feels right and when you can, instead of trying to force yourself to sleep when you’re “supposed” to.

If hip braces would help you, you should definitely at least mention it to your physical therapist. You might research online for any used ones as well. A physical sign that you have pain can have good and bad consequences, but I think the good consequence of being in less pain far outweighs any others.

The triggering event you described is not so much a trigger as it is just a genuinely really upsetting situation. You related really strongly to the character you were watching, because they’re dealing with similar problems to you, and to problems you could have in the future. It’s a lot to process. But while you could potentially be in a car accident, remember that television is made to dramatize events and probably made it seem a lot more difficult and scary than it really would be.

Since we know you sometimes forget your pain, it’s safe to say that the exercises are helping you manage it, and you say that they’ve made you stronger in general. Those are good things, and I would recommend you continue the exercises you can do on your own even if you end of ending your physical therapy sessions. We don’t know yet if your pain might have gotten even worse without therapy. You’ll have to find that out on your own if you stop exercising, and then decide whether it’s more worth it to you to continue exercising or to live with the pain. Whichever you choose, it’s Your choice, Your body. Take care of yourself. <3

-bun

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goddess-of-geeks · 4 years

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Grace and Power pt. 6

All this for a lotus tile.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to update my personal life and school life decided to come together to slap me in the face.

Word Count: 5041

Warnings: IDK something if you squint, I guess.

Part 5

~~~

You sat in the helm with Iroh and a few other crew mates. You watched as Iroh set up a game of Pai Sho with another member of the crew. Usually at this time of day you would find yourself with Zuko. But ever since you got back from Roku’s Island he took every chance he could get to ask you why you were banished. You honestly didn’t believe that his little heart could take it. The truth is a wild and hurtful thing, you weren’t ready to just lay it out before him.

“Oh no! This isn’t good!” Iroh exclaimed. You looked up to see Iroh's worried face.

“What’s not good?” You questioned, “Did you lose the game already?”

“No.” Iroh answered, “This is much worse, Y/N.” He said.

“What happened.” You appeared to be lost and confused. Which was true you were very confused.

“It seems that I have lost my lotus tile.” Iroh stated.

You straightened your back in your chair and gave Iroh a serious look. “That isn’t very good at all.” You spoke.

You knew all about the importance of the lotus tile, thanks to your uncle. He told you of the group known as the White Lotus and how it came to be. He told you about a handful of the members, including Iroh.

Iroh stood from his chair and approached the helmsman.

“You must bring us to the nearest port of call. This lotus tile is of the utmost priority.” Iroh instructed the helmsman.

The helmsman nodded and turned the ship causing you and a few other items to slide towards the opposite ends of the room.

When the ship balanced you stood yourself up from your chair, as Iroh took his seat in front of the Pai Sho board.

“That was fun.” You announced to the crew. You furrowed your brows in realization. “Someone needs to tell the Prince, the reasons for our change of course.”

You looked around the silent room. No one seemed to want to inform the prince, and honestly you didn’t blame them.

“Not it.” You said as you sat back down in the chair.

The other crew members quickly followed suit except for the unlucky Pai Sho player.

“Do I really have to tell the prince.” He asked from his seat in front of the Pai Sho board.

You opened your mouth to answer his question, but you were soon interrupted by the slamming of the door.

“What’s the meaning of this mutiny?” The prince questioned as he stormed into the room, “No one told you to change course.”

“Actually, someone did.” A brave Iroh spoke up, “I assure you it is a matter of utmost importance, Prince Zuko.” Iroh said.

“Is it something to do with the Avatar?” Zuko questioned hopefully as he turned to face his uncle.

“Even more urgent. It seems… I’ve lost my lotus tile.” Iroh said as he moved a piece forward on the Pai Sho board.

You had to cover your mouth to stop laughing at the mystified look that graced the young princes’ features.

“Lotus tile?” Zuko said.

For my Pai Sho game. Most people think the lotus tile insignificant, but it is essential for the unusual strategy that I employ.” Iroh said calmly.

“You’ve changed our course for a stupid lotus tile.” Zuko said angrily.

“See, you, like most people, underestimate its value. Just give me ten minutes to check the merchants at this port of call. Hopefully they'll have the lotus tile in stock and I can get on with my life!” Iroh said cheerfully

You saw how Zuko did his best to contain his anger, but his efforts were futile as he released a gout of flames that licked the ceiling.

You coughed and swatted the smoke out of your face before speaking up. “That was highly unnecessary.”

Zuko turned to you with a pointed glare. “We need to talk.” He said through gritted teeth.

“That is incorrect. You used the ‘word’ need in place of the word ‘want’. Now people often get needs and wants mixed up. So if you just-” You stopped speaking when you noticed the look of anger on Zuko’s face.

You quickly stood from your chair and walked out of the room with your head down.

You quickly and quietly led Zuko to your room. You sat on the edge of the bed with your hands folded gently in your lap. You still refused to meet Zuko’s eyes.

The both of you sat in silence for a few moments before Zuko got irritated.

“So are you going to tell me why you got banished or not!”

The sudden outburst caused you to flinch slightly. It wasn’t like Zuko to raise his voice at you.

You slowly lifted your head to look Zuko in the eyes.

“I’m not ready to answer that question Zuko.” You stated.

“You know why I was banished.” Zuko attempted to reason.

You rolled your eyes. “Everyone knows why you were banished Zuko. My banishment is not something that I want to talk about.”

“I understand why you wouldn’t want to talk about your banishment, but I also know that you understand my curiosity.” Zuko said with concern lacing her words.

You felt tears form in the corner of your eyes. Just the thought of your banishment made your heart ache. You turned your head away from the prince and brought your hands up to hold your arms.

“Zuko I don’t know how you feel about me, and I’m pretty sure I’ve made it quite obvious how I feel about you. My banishment hurts me in two ways. And the thought of how the reasoning could affect you gives me so much anxiety. I don’t know how you would take it. I don’t know if it would hurt you. I don’t know if it would ruin the relationship we’ve built thus far.”

Zuko didn't respond to you. And for the first time since you and Zuko met all those years ago, an uncomfortable silence settled upon the both of.

~~~

You, Iroh and Zuko stood side by side in a market area. Zuko stood by your side with his arms crossed over his chest, he was clearly unhappy. You would practically feel the anger radiating off of him.

“I've checked all the shops on this pier. Not a lotus tile in the entire marketplace.” Iroh spoke up

Zuko turned to shout at his uncle, “It's good to know this trip was a complete waste of time for everyone!”

“Quite the contrary.” Iroh stated calmly, “I always say the only thing better than finding something you were looking for, is finding something you weren't looking for at a great bargain!”

As Iroh spoke, a parade of Fire Nations soldiers walked by carrying armloads of merchandise from Iroh’s recent shopping spree.

“You brought a tsungi horn?” You questioned Iroh as the last soldier passed by the three of you.

“For music night on the ship” Iroh said. He brought his hand up to his beard and stroked it before walking away from you and Zuko, “Now, if we only had some woodwinds.”

You and Zuko gave each other questioning glances before following after Iroh.

As the three of you begin walking down the dock, you notice a pirate ship.

“Oh, This place looks promising!” Iroh said excitedly as he pointed at the ship.

Iroh entered the ship, you and Zuko following after. When you entered the ship you noticed an array of items coating the shelves and the walls.

You tilted your head towards Zuko keeping your eyes on Iroh in front of you and whispered, “how much are you willing to bet that half or more of these items were stolen.”

Zuko gave a small chuckle, causing you to smile a little.

“Ooo! That is handsome! Wouldn't it look magnificent in the galley.” Iroh’s exclamacion drew your attention to the little jewel eyed stone monkey. You felt a shudder go down your spine.

“That thing gives me the creeps.” You said with a grimace.

You watched as Iroh picked up the monkey.

“You can't seriously be considering buying that Iroh.” As you said that you saw Zuko approach the two Pirates behind the counter.

“This monk,” Zuko said, drawing your attention away from Iroh. “Did he have an arrow on his head?”

“Oh great another Avatar sighting.” You thought to yourself as Iroh began to make monkey noises.

~~~

You stood on a smaller ship sailing through a river. Zuko was ahead of you talking with the Pirate Captain.

“Shouldn’t we stop to search the woods?” You heard the Captain suggest.

“We don’t need to stop.” Zuko responded, “They stole a waterbending scroll, right?” He asked the captain.

You heard the captain hum to answer yes.

“Then they’ll be on the water.” Zuko stated.

That had to be the smartest thing Zuko has said since you joined him on his fools mission.

~~~

It was way after nightfall when you heard disgruntled shouting in the distance.

It seems the water tribe girl has been spotted.

“About time.” You yawned. “I was about to go to sleep.”

The pirates silently hopped out of their ship in attempts to corner the girl.

The helmsman brought the ship to the river bank, causing a loud sound to distract the girl.

You and Zuko got off of the ship and walked through the bushes.

You saw how one of the pirates held the girl, she was clearly struggling in his grasps.

“I don’t like how he’s manhandling her.” You mumbled to Zuko. He just ignored you.

“Ah! No! Let go of me!” The waterbender exclaimed before she bent water into the pirates face and ran out of his grasp and right into Zuko’s arms.

Zuko quickly grabbed the girl by her wrist so she couldn’t bend or escape.

“I’ll save you from the pirates.” Zuko said.

“Was that improvised or did you write that down beforehand?” You asked Zuko with a smirk.

He sent a glare in your direction before turning around and dragging the water tribe girl with him.

~~~

The water tribe girl was bound to the trunk of a small tree. You, Zuko, the Fire Nation Soldiers and the Pirates surrounded her. Everyone else put on an intimidating face, but to be honest you were too tired to try to be scary.

“Tell me where he is and I won’t hurt your brother.” Zuko said in an attempt to coax the Avatars' whereabouts out of the water tribe girl.

“Go jump in the river!” The water tribe girl retaliated.

You couldn’t help but snicker at the girls relent to give away the Avatars location.

Zuko turned to you, giving you another glare. He turned back to the water tribe girl. “Try to understand,” Zuko said,walking around the girl. “I need to capture him to restore something I've lost. My honor.” You rolled your eyes at the mention of Zuko and his honor, “Perhaps in exchange I can restore something you've lost.”

Zuko stood behind the tree trunk and placed a water tribe betrothal necklace along her neck.

“I’m not gonna lie, I forgot you had that.” You said out loud, causing the Pirates, Soldiers, Zuko, and the water tribe girl to look up at you. “I said that a lot louder than I intended.”

A look of shock quickly found its way onto the girl's face. “My mother’s necklace!” The girl announced, her voice a mixture of shock and anger. “How did you get that?” She questioned Zuko.

Zuko walked away from the girl, necklace in hand. “I didn’t steal it if that's what you’re wondering.” Zuko said. “Tell me where he is.” Zuko said this time more threateningly.

The Pirate Captain walked towards Zuko. “Enough of this necklace garbage. You promised the scroll.”

Zuko produced the scroll from his armor and brought a flame to hover just below it. “I wonder how much money this is worth.” Zuko taunted the pirates.

The silent woods were filled with gasps and cries of “no!” As the pirates express the importance of the scroll.

“A lot, apparently.” Zuko said with a smirk. If it wasn't for the fact that he was manipulating pirates to do his bidding you would have found the scene unfolding before you quite attractive. Scratch that Zuko was very attractive when he showed how much authority he had over others, except for that disgusting pony-tail.

You were too lost in your thoughts of how you would slice Zuko’s ponytail off with your katana you didn't seem to notice that he was now speaking to you.

“What?” You asked the Prince finally noticing the receding backs of the pirates heading deeper into the forest.

Zuko looked at you angrily, it seems the only thing Zuko could do today was be angry at you.

“I told you to watch those pirates. I don’t want them going back on our deal.” Zuko said, anger in his tone.

You brought your hand up to your mouth and yawned. “Whatever you say, your majesty.” You said bringing yourself into a low bow before standing up straight and snorting as you followed quickly in the footsteps of the pirates.

You and the pirates trekked through the woods, moving slowly as to not cause a disturbance to nature. The pirates came to a halt when they heard voices conversing in a little clearing.

You noticed two boys. One of them being the water tribe boy, and the other was the Avatar.

You, of course were not paying attention and rammed face first into the pirate captains back. The captain gave you a quick glare before giving his attention back to the voices. You decided to listen in as well seeing as you had nothing else to do.

“-Thing. It’s just a matter of time before she gets us all in deep-” You heard the water tribe boy speak, but he was soon cut off as one of the pirates threw a sling at the boy.

You watched as the water tribe boy was pulled to the ground screaming, as the sling was thrown in his direction, once again. This time, however the boy was lucky enough to dodge it. He rolled to the side before he grabbed his club and charged the pirate. Your attention then shifted to the airbender as he got into an airbending stance when he was faced with another one of the pirates. The pirate wielded two crossbows that appeared to have a net tied between them.

“Wow,” You said to yourself in reference to the pirates, “These idiots actually came prepared.”

You watched as the pirate with the crossbows fired at the avatar. In attempts to protect himself the Avatar sent a gust of wind, which passed harmlessly through the holes of the net. The net wrapped itself around the Avatar before falling into a neat bundle on the floor. Another pirate began to drag the helpless Avatar away.

“I got him, come on!” The pirate said.

You followed the pirates as they exited the forest, leaving behind the water tribe boy.

You paused however when the boy called out, “Oh, what? I’m not good enough to kidnap?”

You sighed before taking another two crossbows and aiming it at the boy, successfully entageling him in the net. You shoved the crossbows into the chest of the pirate you took them from. You were too tired to put up with butt hurt little boys today.

~~~

You were back on the river bank. Standing beside the water tribe girl and Iroh. Zuko stood in front of you, scroll in his hand, addressing the pirates that stood in front of you. With the Avatar and the Water tribe boy in their grasps.

“Nice work.” Zuko said, complimenting the pirates.

“Aang, this is all my fault.” The water tribe girl spoke up, speaking to the avatar, who you now know was named Aang.

“No, Katara it isn’t.” Aang the Avatar said in attempts to reassure the water trib- Katara.

You nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders before speaking up. “I mean-,” You turned to Katara with a look of sympathy, “I mean no disrespect when I say this. It kinda is your fault.”

Katara sent a glare in your direction. What’s with people and glaring at you today.

“Give me the boy.” Zuko demanded of the pirates.

“You give us the scroll.” The pirate captain retorted.

“You’re really gonna hand over the Avatar for a stupid piece of parchment?” The water tribe boy spoke up, questioning the barter between the pirates and the prince.

Zuko pointed in the water tribe boy's direction. “Don’t listen to him! He’s trying to turn us against each other.” Zuko said, trying to keep the pirates on his side.

The pirate captain turned to look at Aang, “Your friend is the Avatar?” He questioned as if the answer wasn't out in the open.

The water tribe boy drifted to the captain's side. “Sure is,” He stated proudly, “And I’ll bet he’ll fetch a lot more on the black market then that fancy scroll.”

“Shut your mouth you water tribe peasant!” Zuko shouted at the water tribe boy.

You gave Zuko a questioning look, “You can’t call people from other nations peasants just because they're from other Nations.” You mumbled to yourself, “That’s racist.”

“Yeah, Sokka,” Avatar Aang said in a concerned voice, “You should really shut your mouth.”

“Sokka?” You questioned yourself internally, “Isn’t that the same name as the boy who wore that Kyoshi Warriors Uniform.”

“I'm just sayin', it's bad business sense.” Sokka continued, “Just imagine how much the Fire Lord would pay for the Avatar. You guys would be set for life!”

The Pirate Captain pointed at Zuko, “Keep the scroll. We can buy a hundred with the reward we’ll get for the kid.”

The pirates turned to walk away when Zuko spoke up angrily, “You’ll regret making a deal with me.”

Zuko and the two guards next to him unleashed a torrent of flames at the pirates. The flames bathed the ground at the pirates feet, causing the pirates to jump just out of reach.

A fight breakout, one of the pirates jumped into the group of firebenders with a loud cry. The pirate threw smoke pellets at Zuko and his crew that obscured your vision.

“Aren’t you going to help them.” You heard a voice say. You turned and saw Katara giving you a skeptical look.

“What?” You questioned. She opened her mouth to repeat her earlier statement but you cut her too it, “Oh, no.” You answered shaking your head. You looked up to see smoke stopping you from seeing the pirates or Zuko and the soldiers, you still heard the sounds of battle though. “I usually just let these things play themselves out.”

You turned your head towards Katara, “Sometimes I very discreetly help out the ‘Enemy’ '' You said putting air quotes around the word Enemy.

You leaned backward and eyed the ropes that bound Katara to the tree trunk. You swiftly pulled your Katana from its sheath and walked to the other side of the tree. Before you could cut the rope however, you turned to Iroh.

“You’re not gonna tell Zuko I did this are you?” You questioned him.

“Tell Zuko you did what?” Iroh jokingly questioned.

“Good.” You said with a nod. You brought the blade down to the ropes and cut through them easily.

Katara pulled her hands in front of her and began to rub her wrists. She eyes you skeptically while you placed your katana back in its sheath.

“Why are you helping me?” She questioned.

You kept your eyes trained on the hilt of your sword in its sheath. You took in a deep breath before answering her question.

“Because I, unlike most other Fire Nation citizens know the truth about this war.” You answered simply before picking your head up and walking into the battle.

You walked through the smoke carefully dodging blades that belong to the pirates or spears that belonged to the Fire Nation soldiers. You walked deeper and deeper into the smoke with miraculously no harm done to your body. You took a step and brought down your foot before hearing a loud crunch and an obnoxiously loud “Ow.” From underneath your metal boots.

You lifted up your foot and looked down at the water tribe boy.

“Sokka’s your name, isn’t it?” You questioned him.

He squinted up at you. “Hey, aren’t you that girl from Kyoshi Island?”

“Answer my question first.” You demanded him.

“Yes my name is Sokka.” He answered.

“My name is Y/N.” You responded, “Now that we are on a first name basis I’m assuming you would like some help?” You suggested to Sokka.

He gave you a questioning look before giving his answer. “Actually some help would be preferable.”

“Lovely.” You said.

You once again pulled your katana from its sheath before planting it into the ropes that tied Sokka’s hands together.

You pulled your blade from the ground and reached your hand out to help the boy on the floor. He accepted it gratefully, and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

When Sokka stood to his full height he called out, “Aang, are you there?”

“I’m over here, follow my voice!” You heard a voice call out.

“Where?” Sokka questioned, turning every witch way “I can't find you!”

“I'm right here!” You heard Aang call out.

“Yes because that really helps us in our current situation.” You said aloud to yourself.

After a couple of moments of searching the smoke for the Avatar you heard him shout, “Uhh, never mind! I’ll find you!”

You and Sokka ran through the smoke evading all of the Soldiers and Pirates. Sokka eventually fell down to his knees to avoid a spear, and stayed crawling on the ground until the two of you made it out of the smoke.

As you exited the smoke you saw the Avatar jump over your heads and land in front of you.

“Run!” The Avatar announced.

Sokka quickly got to his feet and began running with the Avatar in front of him.

You yawned and brought your hand up to cover your mouth.

“I did not get enough sleep for this.” you mumbled to yourself.

You began a brisk walk following after the Avatar and his companions.

You noticed from afar how Aang, Katara and Sokka made an attempt to push the pirate ship into the water.

“Hey!” You shouted, gaining their attention whilst you were still a few meters away. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you just bent the water?” You suggested to them.

Katara looked at Aang and smiled. Aang and Katara were in water bending stances pushing and pulling the water at the hull of the ship. Slowly the water level at the prow of the ship began to rise. Finally after all the effort the two benders put in, the ship floats!

“Everybody in!” Katara demanded the two boys. She turned to you holding out her hand.

You looked at it questioningly.

“Aren’t you coming?” She asked you.

You pondered on your answer for a little while before shrugging your shoulders. “A fun little boat ride never hurt anybody.” You said as you grabbed her hand.

You stood on the deck of the pirate ship watching the pirates near you in Zukos’ boat.

“Can’t you make this thing go any faster?” You called over your shoulder to Sokka.

“I don't know how. This thing wasn't made by the water tribe.” He shouted back.

You drew your katana from its sheath as the pirates began jumping onto the ship.

You and Katara stood side by side as two pirates approached you. You got into a stance preparing yourself to strike the oncoming attackers, but as they drew nearer a large wave crashed onto the deck washing one of the pirates overboard.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Aang on top of the cabin. You assumed he was the one who created the wave.

“Thanks Aang.” you shouted up at him. He gave a cheeky grin in return.

You focused your attention back on the other pirate. You glanced at Katara out of the corner of your eyes and saw how she looked hesitant.

Her look of hesitance quickly morphed into a face of determination, she bent the water at your feet and used it to whip the other pirate off of the ship.

Katara had a huge grin on her face as Aang congratulated her on her new achievement.

You walked over to the bridge of the ship and saw Sokka and two pirates in a strange predicament.

“Y/N perfect!” Sokka said with excitement, “Could you do me a favor and help me out.”

“Shall we play a game?” You questioned the pirates that held Sokka captive.

You held up your blade and swung it at the pirate with Sokka’s legs wrapped around his neck.

The flat of your Katana hit the Pirate Salesmen in the stomach and he hunched over in pain, as Sokka's legs fell from his shoulders.

“I call that game ‘I promise I won’t stab you.’ Me and Zuzu played it loads of times whenever he came over for training.

The beefy pirate released Sokka from his hold and began to advance towards you.

You smirked at the pirate as he confidently strode towards you.

“Would you like to partake in these activities as well?” You asked sweetly. “Let's even the playing field shall we.” You said as you dropped your katana to the floor.

“What are you doing?” Sokka questioned from his spot on the floor. The pirate brought his arm back to punch you

“Playing a game of course.” You said rolling your eyes and dodging the pirates attack.

You looked at the assailants arm as it was brought in front of your face.

“You, a grown man would make an attempt to attack me, a little girl.” You said with a fake gasp.

The pirate swung his other arm at you, but you simply ducked and stepped out of his way.

You stood by the pirates' side with your hands clenched in fist, brought up to your chest.

“The last time I attempted to chi-block someone they were paralyzed for a week.” You said.

You quickly struck the pirates acupuncture points with the right amount of pressure to leave him falling and slumped on the floor.

“Let’s hope for your sake, that I did that correctly.”

Sokka stood up from his place on the floor.

“Thanks for the help.” He said.

You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off.

“Though I bet I could’ve taken those two with my hands tied behind my back.” Sokka finished confidently.

You gave Sokka a blank look before walking away from him.

Sokka jumped over the rail and landed on the deck with a thud.

“What an idiot.” You mumbled to yourself.

Aang airbent off the cabin and landed gracefully next to Sokka to help him up.

You approached the young Avatar as Katara called out.

“Aang, look!” She said.

You heard the sound of falling water.

“A waterfall.” You said to yourself. “What a lovely turn of events.”

From behind you, you heard the sound of a blade being drawn. You and Aang turned and saw the Pirate salesman approach the both of you.

Aang drew what appeared to be a bison whistle in response. He brought the whilst to his lips and blew hard. The whistle did not make a sound.

“What was that supposed to do exactly?” You questioned.

The pirate brought his blade up to strike the two of you. Before you could do anything to defend yourselves, Sokka rammed his shoulder into the pirate and turned to kick him overboard.

Sokka approached you and Aang, tapping the side of his head. “Have you lost your mind!?” He questioned. “This is no time for flute practice.”

Aang joined Katara on the foredeck of the boat. Katara had come up with a plan to stop the boat from going over the falls.

The two of them stood together and in unison began to push and pull the water surrounding the boat. The boat began to slow and turn right at the lip of the waterfall.

“It’s working! It’s slowing down!” Katara exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

You noticed the approaching ship with the pirates still onboard.

“Us not falling to our deaths sounds great and all,” You announced, “But I think we have bigger problems to worry about.” You said pointing out the oncoming ship.

Zukos’ ship crashed into yours, tipping it over. You, Aang, Katara and Sokka fell off the ship and over the falls. Aang held onto Sokka and Katara, whilst you gripped Kataras’ arm.

The 4 of you screamed as you approached the surface of the water.

But out of nowhere Aangs’ sky bison swoops down and the 4 of you land on it’s saddle. The bison exits just in time to avoid being hit by the pirate ship.

You felt anxiety bubble in the pits of your stomach, and you gripped the sides of the saddle.

“I knew a bison would come in handy.” Aang said, holding up the whistle.

“Well as fun as this little adventure was.” You said, the trio turning to face you, “I should really be getting back to Zuko.”

“Why don’t you join us?” Katara suggested. “You even said so yourself you knew the truth about this war. Why don’t you help us stop it?”

You smiled at her, “As much as I would love to help, I need to make sure my idiot of a best friend doesn’t get hurt. He’s become extremely reckless between the 3 years we’ve been apart.”

They seemed to frown at your final decision.

“Though if you ever find yourself in need of assistance, I promise that I will lend a helping hand.” You told them truthfully.

That seemed to cheer them up.

“Now if you don’t mind.” You said, “I’d like to get off this bison now. I’ve never been keen with heights.” You said not even attempting to hide the fear in your voice.

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hi hi 🥰 idk how these work but i really love your blog so here goes nothing, I guess??? i was wondering if you could write something about Johnny with numbers 19 and 34 on that list 👀 they both ooze Johnny vibes 🤤

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.” + (there is no 34, so I did 33.) “Isn’t this considered public indecency? We could get arrested!” + johnny

It didn’t matter that you were out at a company dinner, the CEO sitting just a few feet away from you. Johnny Suh, the head of the marketing department, was sitting beside you and being incredibly flirtatious throughout the evening. Not just with you, though. It seemed being flirtatious was just a part of his personality. But mostly, he flirted with you, or he was at least flirting most intensely with you.

He didn’t touch the others when he talked to them, but only a few minutes into the dinner, he would touch your arm lightly as he spoke to you. Each time he withdrew from you, your body longed for the feel of his warm hands on you again, which he fulfilled again and again only to pull them away too quickly.

And when he spoke to you, he held such intense direct eye contact as he smiled in a tender and bright way. Every time he did that you felt like you were burning up from the inside out.

Everything about Johnny was incendiary, and as he looked at you, the world around you both burst into flames and you were quickly reaching your melting point.

This was meant to be a sort of meeting as well as just a dinner for your CEO to express his gratitude for an extraordinarily good quarter. But, to be frank, you’d not heard a single thing that was said after the appetizers were served because that was when Johnny had reached his arm around the back of your chair. The movement was casual as he leaned back in his seat, put his arm behind your shoulders, spread his legs like he was just getting comfortable. But his thumb traced distracting circles on the back of your shoulder until your mind was fuzzy and it took all your focus to just be able to lift the fork to your mouth and chew, although you didn’t taste it one bit.

You felt like a hot mess with him touching you like that, all simple and casual. Yet there was some level of intimacy to it. A hidden touch, small and soft.

Your gaze slid over to him, and Johnny smiled at you, his thumb suddenly moving in a soothing arc now. “Is that good?” Johnny asked.

Admittedly it took you a moment to realize that Johnny meant the food you were supposed to be enjoying, not the way he was touching you. So you nodded your head dumbly for a second, then answered aloud, “It’s wonderful.”

That seemed a good enough answer for Johnny, who then withdrew his arm from the back of your chair to sit forward and finally begin eating his own appetizer.

Your shoulder tingled where he’d been touching you. You took a moment to collect yourself, breathing in through your nose, out through your mouth. You pushed away the lustful thoughts invading your mind, half dreamy fantasies, half reality. Because this wasn’t the first time things had been like this with Johnny.

When you first began working at this company, you and Johnny were both nobodies. Just employees in a company that was quickly growing and rising in the world of business. You’d started at the same time, and although you were in different departments, back then the whole office was just one small floor of a rented building. With limited space, you and Johnny were relegated to a corner by yourselves, and a friendship quickly grew.

He was handsome and kind, smart and generous with helping you solve any issues that came up. He was funny and flirty and creative, always stunning you with the elaborate marketing strategies he care up with. That was probably why he was promoted rather quickly, just a few months in.

The company was expanding, moving to a larger office a few blocks away. There was going to be more room for each department to actually have their own designated area, so no more of you and Johnny hanging out together in your corner. He had his own desk in his own section of the new building, more responsibilities, less time to hang out with you. Even outside of work, when you’d often celebrated Friday nights by drinking together with a few other coworkers, now Johnny had to stay later, so he began arriving late to these after-work celebrations until he slowly began showing up later and later, and then not at all.

Around the one-year mark of you both being with the company, there was a surge and the company’s value grew exponentially and then continued to steadily rise for weeks. A party was planned by your CEO, his smile wide on his face, drunk on happiness and a newfound wealth, so he invited everyone out.

Johnny was always flirty, so when he approached you that night at the club where you were all celebrating, you didn’t let yourself get your hopes up. He usually would smile and say cheeky things to you, but then as soon as the next pretty woman walked by, he would turn his attention on her, leveling it up if she seemed interested. But that night he didn’t do that. All of his attention was solely on you.

All dark eyes, warm smiles, the smell of his cologne going to your head and bringing you in. You hadn’t had much to drink really, and you weren’t sure how deep in Johnny was, but he held a drink in his hand. So you were plenty sober as you leaned into him, letting Johnny slide an arm around your waist.

In the dim lighting of the club, everything illuminated only occasionally by a strobe of bright white, but otherwise only beams of colored lights swooped around the room, and among it all you stood close enough to Johnny that you could make sense of every feature of his face even when the club was at its darkest. But then there would be a stroke of violet light over his cheek, bringing out the shadowy curve of his mouth, and you couldn’t help stroking his cheek in the same path as the light, thumbing along the outline of his bottom lip.

Feeling the confident and flirtatious Johnny Suh relax into your touch, hearing him sharply inhale, that was quite a headspinning thing. To catch him off guard was a feat.

You’d felt his breath on your lips, his hand on your back slipping beneath your shirt to spark flames over your skin, spreading like wildfire, the hunger for him consuming you.

You wanted to hold him there against you, drag him into a dark corner of the club to have him positively ravish you. You wanted also to drag him out to dance, feel him pressed hot and sweaty and hard against you in the press of all the people. You wanted simply to give yourself over to him, because as he caressed your hip, you knew that Johnny would treat you right. You wanted simply to kiss him.

And in the end, you got none of that.

“Johnny!” Someone called as they swung by, their hand smacking his arm.

Just like that, the spell was broken, your wildfire extinguished as the hand on Johnny’s arm tightened and yanked him away, lost into the crowd within a second.

After that, things were back to normal when you bumped into Johnny in the elevator or when you bother happened to be grabbing coffee from the vendor in the building’s lobby. He was all warm smiles and loud laughter, but he didn’t mention what had almost happened at the club, and neither did you.

Things were perfectly normal for ages until you received your promotion to head of your department. Late nights meant that now you weren’t able to make it to those Friday night after-work celebrations, it meant instead that you sat in your new office and looked out the window at the city and at the screen of your computer and you wished that when you finished your work you wouldn’t be going home to an empty apartment with leftovers in the fridge and a short shower, then a brief night in a lonely bed.

It took Johnny three weeks to come congratulate you.

The sky outside was fading from the warm, deep blue that preludes sunset to the soft pink and vibrant orange and marigold of sunset in its fullness when Johnny knocked on the door of your office and peered inside.

“Johnny!” You leaned back in your chair and smiled up at him. “How do I look?”

“Like royalty over here in your private office.” His grin started a flutter in your belly, but you pushed that down. “I guess, uh, congratulations. Now we’re both where we used to dream of. Both department heads with our own offices. Feels like forever since we were just sharing that tiny corner desk.”

Those were simpler days. Happier days when you had his attention for hours at a time.

“You can come inside. You don’t have to stand out there.” You gesture to a second chair you have sitting adjacent to yours. “Unless you’re busy.”

Johnny shakes his head. “I’m not. But, aren’t you? I don’t want to interrupt and force you to stay later than you have to.”

“It was nothing much. You’re much more important,” you say. “Please? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.”

So Johnny comes in and he sits and talks and flirts and laughs. When you break off mid-sentence to groan and kick off your shoes, complaining that they’ve been pinching your toes for hours, Johnny utterly surprises you by reaching down to take hold of your ankle, drawing your foot up into his lap.

“Is this okay?” He asks, his thumb drawing a line down the sole of your foot that has you twitching in his grasp. “Ticklish?”

“A little,” you admit. “But if you’re offering a foot massage, Suh, I’m not going to turn it down.”

And Johnny just smiles and gets to work massaging your sore foot.

It’s a strange feeling that. Having him sitting in your office, the atmosphere so comfortable and casual despite the long months of you barely seeing or speaking to each other. Having him massaging your foot and watching you as you talk, his gaze intent on your face until finally you drop your foot back to the floor as his hand has started wandering up your ankle to your calf muscle.

“Sorry,” Johnny murmurs. When he drops his head and looks down at his hands in his lap, you think that’s probably the first time you’ve seen him embarrassed.

You reach out, touch his knee lightly and say, “It’s okay. I should probably just finish this so I can get home. I was starting to feel too relaxed, you know?” You laugh and turn back to your computer. It takes all of two seconds of you staring at the screen to realize that you’re as done for the evening as you’re going to be. You were at a stopping point on what you were doing, which doesn’t even have to be done tonight, and also now that you’ve had Johnny so close and touching you, you find you can’t concentrate anyway.

“Actually. I think I’d better just head home.” You tell him as you save your work and push back from your desk.

Johnny looks up from where he was flexing his fingers in his lap. “Do you want me to walk you down? It’s already dark out.” He nods past you at the window where the city lights glow from every window and the moon is just a visible sliver between the clouds.

“Would you?” You slip your shoes back onto your feet, grab your jacket and your bag, and then you’re ready to go.

Johnny holds a respectable distance from you as you walk toward the elevator, almost as if he’s aware of the space between you and must maintain at least a seven inch distance at all times. He lets you step into the elevator first and then he follows and, after pressing the button to take you down to the parking garage, he plants himself on the opposite side of the elevator from you. He folds his arms over his chest and looks down at the floor.

You don’t like this new silence. The way he seems to be thinking too much about something. So you say, “You know, you could be a real masseuse with skills like that. My feet don’t even hurt anymore. Almost put me to sleep though and I could’ve gotten for trouble sleeping on the job. I’d rate you 9 stars out of 10 on Yelp.”

That gets a laugh out of him. “I’m pretty sure that Yelp is a five star system, but I’ll take a 9 out of 10.” He looks at you then from beneath his eyelashes. “I was actually wondering—“

What Johnny was wondering, you don’t get to find out. The elevator comes to a halt, dings, and then the doors open onto the third floor of the building, but there’s no one waiting there, and in the few seconds it takes for the doors to close again, no one reappears, and whatever Johnny wanted to ask you must have exited on that floor because he goes quiet again.

The next time the doors open, you see the parking garage in front of you, all it’s dark corners and drippy walls, the orange fluorescent lights that sometimes flicker in a way that haunts your nightmares. But with Johnny walking beside you, it doesn’t feel as gruesome and creepy as normal. His presence at your side is comforting, making you feel safe.

Somewhere in the parking garage, tires squeal on the floor, and you shudder at the sound.

“Are you cold?” Johnny asks.

In the very next instant you could easily answer him that you don’t know the meaning of cold. His arm goes around your shoulders, tucking you against his side. Your body floods with heat. His familiar scent of cologne surrounds you, his hand moves up and down your arm as if to warm you, and although it definitely is a bit nippy in this damp parking garage on an early winter night, it’s by no means that cold.

But you can’t dream of complaining.

Johnny walks you to your car like that. He doesn’t say a thing when you slip your arm around his waist, hugging yourself against him as if you truly are cold, and not as if you just want to feel him like that. When you look up at his face you see that he is smiling, a half-smile like he’s trying not to let it show.

And when you reach your car and have to sadly detach yourself from him side, you fumble with you keys for a second before finally unlocking your car and swinging the door open. But you don’t get inside just yet. You stand there, turned to face Johnny who rests his arm on the door to hold it open for you.

“I’ve missed you, Johnny,” you admit then. “I miss talking to you like we used to. Hanging out together, getting drinks on Friday nights.”

Johnny clears his throat, and for the first time that you can remember, he breaks eye contact first. He glances around the garage as he says, “I’ve missed that too. The guys in my department aren’t as much fun as you. And the women get offended when I flirt, like they think I’m serious. You know I’m never serious with anyone.” His eyes return to meet yours, and the way he looks at you makes you feel like there’s something else unspoken.

You bite at your bottom lip, tearing at a piece of skin with your teeth.

Johnny sighs and gingerly touches his thumb below your lip, dragging down slightly until you release your lip. “That’s such a bad habit of yours. Biting your lip like that.”

“I know.” You feel magnetized with his eyes still on yours, his skin against yours in even such a tiny way.

Maybe you imagine things in the shakiness of the fluorescent lighting. Maybe Johnny doesn’t start to lean toward you. Maybe he doesn’t lick his lips and hungrily lower his gaze to yours. Maybe Johnny was going to kiss you.

But a distant bang of a door has you both jolting apart.

“Uhh, it’s getting late.” You fall down into the seat of your car. “I should probably head home. I’ll see you tomorrow. Or, well, on Monday.”

Johnny nods. “Right. See you Monday.”

And you did see him on Monday, getting coffee at the same time in the lobby, and you took a few handfuls of minutes to talk over your coffee and then you had to actually get to work. And for several Monday’s after that, that’s how things went. That night in the parking garage went unspoken, but every time you thought about it you felt doused in gasoline, and just one spark of the memory set your whole body alight.

It didn’t help either that even though Johnny had only been in your office once, the space seemed to still smell like his cologne. A month later and it still smelled like him.

Coffee Mondays became your favorite day of the week. The way Johnny looked at you over coffee sometimes had your head spinning until noon, trying to decipher if you were just reading your own emotions reflecting off of him, or if Johnny was genuinely looking at you with affection and desire in his eyes.

Which brings you back to the present, sitting there at the dinner.

The waiter comes to take away your appetizer plate, bringing you your entree instead. Johnny’s deep in conversation with the man on his other side, and you’ve just started to eat when you feel Johnny’s knee bump against yours under the table. At first you think it’s nothing, but then he does it again. And then his ankle and foot press against yours.

He lifts his glass of wine, takes a sip as he’s nodding at the man, and then he turns to you. He raises an eyebrow at you as if you are the one touching him, and he draws his leg away. You must frown slightly because Johnny smiles.

“What?” He asks, and then his knee nudges yours again.

“What are you doing? Do you have restless legs?” You take a bite of your dinner.

Johnny smiles teasingly. “I’m not doing anything.”

At that moment, your CEO calls Johnny’s name. His head whips around so fast, the teasing smile drops, and Johnny is the picture of perfection and serious attention. “Yes, sir?”

A few minutes pass and you finish your meal as the meeting goes on around you. Your department isn’t truly crucial to the topic of the meeting, and you weren’t going to complain about a free meal at a nice restaurant. So you clear your plate, the waiter takes it away, and he refills your wine glass for you.

When dessert arrives with more refills of the wine glasses, people begin leaving their seats at the table, moving around the private room to chat with others, to go out for a smoke or to use the toilet, to kiss the CEO’s ass, etcetera. You’re still sitting in your seat, enjoying your wine while the Head of Sales leans against the table beside you and chats, grinning down at you, bragging on himself in a way that’s not at all attractive.

“Hey.” Johnny drapes his arm around the back of your chair again, staring up at the other man. “How’s your wife? How far along is she now?”

“She’s fine. Four months.” The Head of Sales buries himself in his glass, and a second later, turns and walks away.

Johnny clears his throat and taps his fingers on your shoulder. “That guy is a skeeze. His wife is pregnant and he’s flirting with any woman he sets his eyes on.”

You take a sip from your wine and look at Johnny, raising your eyebrows. “And what about you? You flirt with any woman you set your eyes on.”

“I haven’t gotten anyone pregnant, and I’m not married.” He tells you. “Plus, I usually don’t mean it.”

“Well, how is anyone supposed to know if you mean it or not?” You swirl the wine around your glass, watching the way that the wine moves. “Like, if you’re constantly flirting, how is the person who you’re genuinely flirting with supposed to know that you’re for real?”

Johnny’s arm slides from around your shoulders, and then he touches your knee and says your name. “Don’t you know?”

You sit the glass down as your hand is shaking from sudden nerves, and you look over at him to see him smiling. You groan, “Johnny, don’t mess around with me.”

The smile drops from his face, and his brows run together. “I’m not.”

“Johnny.” Your voice shakes slightly. If he’s being dead fucking serious, if those previous times hadn’t just been your imagination.... You don’t know what to do with yourself. You look away from his eyes, letting your gaze trail down to his perfect lips, stained a little by his wine. You look lower, down to the collar of his shirt which is unbuttoned just one or two buttons too far, and from there your gaze just slides lower. His legs are still spread wide, and you can see a bit of a bulge between his legs. Quickly, you look back up to his eyes.

Johnny’s looking at you too.

For a moment it’s silent, and then, he says, “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip?” Suddenly you realize that, yes, you are biting your lip. You release it, though remembering the last time Johnny confronted you about that habit, you consider biting it again to see if things can go like the last time. Johnny squeezes his hand on your knee. “‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

A hot surge flashes through you.

“Johnny.” You whine his name, looking around the table to see if anyone’s listening.

“Yeah?” He squeezes your knee again before pulling away, sitting back to look at you. “Please tell me that I haven’t ruined everything. Tell me I haven’t been reading everything wrong between us.”

“I think I’m not feeling well enough to stay. Maybe too much to drink.” You push back from the table. You sway on your feet, but it’s not from the wine, rather from the way that Johnny’s still looking at you, the things he’s just been saying. He reaches a hand out to steady you, and you clasp it. “Johnny, do you think you could walk me to my car?”

He nods. “Of course.”

He helps you over to the CEO where you both make your apologies for leaving early, using the excuse that you’ve had too much to drink and Johnny’s just going to make sure you get home safe.

Your unsteadiness at least helps along that perception that Johnny’s helping you, and if any of your coworkers notice the pair of you leaving early, you hope they think it’s just that. You don’t want any rumors swirling about you and Johnny, no matter if they are true.

“I don’t think you should drive home.” Johnny says, and as you step outside the restaurant, he drapes your coat over your shoulders, looping his arm around your waist as he leads you across the parking lot. He fumbles with your car keys which he’d fished out of your pocket, and he says, “I didn’t think you drank that much?”

“I didn’t.” You slip your arms around Johnny’s waist. “But nobody inside knows that.”

Johnny swears under his breath. “Are you serious? But what was that whole thing about you not feeling well, needing to leave? I thought you wanted to end that awkward situation?”

“No.” You shake your head. “I wanted out of there and it was because of what you said, but I swear, you didn’t ruin anything.” You look him in the eyes, drop your gaze in that familiar trail to his lips, his gaping collar, down to the front of his pants, then back up to his eyes.

“Fuck.” Johnny groans.

He slides his hand behind your head. You twist your fingers in his coat. You both drag at each other, and when Johnny’s mouth crashes against yours, you moan, clutching him tighter. Johnny leans you back against the side of your car, and he presses up against you, hard against your hip as he deepens the kiss. You try to pull him closer, but there’s no way he can get closer, so you hungrily kiss him, feeling yourself getting hotter and hotter.

Johnny slows the kiss, laughing when you whine and keep trying to kiss him.

You slide your hand down his coat to cup his bulge.

“Isn’t this considered public indecency?” Johnny sighs when you start kissing his throat as well as palming his dick. “We could get arrested!”

“Then we could get in the car.” You suggest. “And wasn’t it your idea for us to have sex right now?”

Johnny steps back, and the tone of his voice when he tells you, “Get in the car then,” you immediately do as he says.

You slide across the back seat, quickly undoing your pants, kicking them off onto the floor as Johnny fills in the rest of the back seat and shuts the door behind him. You climb into his lap, sinking down over him and holding him by the collar.

“Pretty sure this still isn’t wholly legal,” Johnny says.

“That’s okay, we won’t be caught.” You draw his mouth to yours again.

There are so many times that you’d imagined doing this. Nights alone where your fantasies drifted towards Johnny, the broad expanse of his chest, his thighs and hands, his lovely lips. You’d dreamt of having him in every way.

Johnny’s erection grows beneath you, his tongue in your mouth, his hands sliding up and down your thighs, with each pass rising higher until his fingertips brush the edge of your lacy panties, and the next time they dip inside.

You moan and push back against his hands. Your fingers work quickly down the buttons of his shirt, and then you push the fabric away, getting your hands on his hot skin, your thumbs brush over his nipples. Johnny grunts, lifting his hips to grind between your legs.

“Do you like that?” You tease. You run your thumbs over his nipples again. Johnny opens his eyes slowly to look at you, and his gaze is so dark and heavy. You fall back onto his thighs, bite your lip and look at him, waiting.

With his hands still on your ass, Johnny pulls you forward again until your knees hit the seat and you’re settled right on his bulge once more. “I want you here.”

You swallow, reach back to take one of his hands, and you bring it forward between your legs as you rise up a little on your knees, giving just enough space that Johnny’s fingers slide over your panties to where you’ve made your panties damp. “And I want you here.”

“You’re going to be the end of me, I swear it.” Johnny groans. “I’ve wanted you so badly from day one, having you here like this finally, fuck.”

“Exactly. I’m here. Fuck me.” You slide his hand over you again, letting out a soft barely-there whimper. “I’m tired of all this flirting, just fuck me, make this real.”

Johnny kisses you again, moving you backwards until your shoulders have slipped between the front seats, pressing you down so your back lays against the center console. It’s a tight fit, but you do fit, and now you gaze up at Johnny breathlessly. The light spilling through the windshield half-blinds you, but you don’t need to see to feel overwhelmed as Johnny’s fingers skim over your thighs and your hips, over your belly, up under your shirt for a second before coming back out to take hold of your shirt.

“Can I take it off?” He asks, and at your nod, he pulls it up over your head, dropping it into the passenger seat.

You feel cold and exposed stretched out fully visible in the front seat like that, wearing only your bra and panties, all your skin exposed to the parking lot lights and any eyes that might happen to glance through your car window. But with Johnny looking at you as he is, you feel fire racing under your skin, unable to look away from him as he lowers his head to your belly and kisses, trailing those kisses lower and lower, over your panties until you feel his hot breath against your pussy through your panties.

“Johnny,” you gasp his name, drag your fingers against your car seats.

He smirks, kissing your thighs, and then sits up, drags your panties down in one swift move, casting them into the shadow of the back seat. It is a tight squeeze as he bends down again to lick at you, but with his hands under your hips, Johnny lifts you up to his face.

You’re not sure what to do with your hands when Johnny first licks over your bare pussy. You want to bury them in his hair, to hold his hands, to touch yourself too, to do so many things. But instead you just moan for him and clench your hands into fists on the seats.

Johnny’s talented with his tongue, quickly pushing you close to the edge, humming against you as you start rocking your hips against his face.

And then he sits back, sinking into the shadows of the backseat.

“Johnny!” You gasp, groaning as you attempt to pull yourself up from where he’s got you. “I was getting close, why’d you stop?”

“Patience.” Johnny chastises you. And then you realize that he’s unfastening his pants, getting his dick out. “I don’t think I’ll last seeing you cum, and the last thing I want is to cum in my pants the first time I’m with you. Or even when I’m with you. Like, ideally I could cum in you or on you.”

You whine, sinking back down onto your back, spreading your legs as much as you can in the space. “You’re talking too much. Fuck me, please.”

Johnny complies quickly, yanking on your hips a bit roughly, to your pleasure, and then he moves forward. His dick presses against your entrance, his thumb strokes your thigh, and Johnny tells you, “Relax.”

You are relaxed. He’s just got a big cock, you realize as you look down at him, seeing the full length and girth of it, about to enter you. A strange thrill and nervousness pass through you, but you want him. You still want him so much, and you reach for him. Johnny offers you a hand and you pull it up toward your chest.

“Relax,” he tells you again, lifting his hand up to drag just beneath where your teeth have your bottom lip held captive again. You stick your bottom lip out, and Johnny runs his thumb over it, getting the pad of his thumb wet, and he moves his hand back down to your chest, carefully moving your bra down to reveal one of your breasts, and he runs his wet thumb around your nipple until it;s so hard beneath his attention.

Your pussy throbs with need and you shift your hips, hoping to entice him inside now.

It works.

Johnny pushes in slowly.

You gasp, groaning, “Oh, fuck. You-- Johnny!”

He laughs and curls his hand over your mouth. “Your car isn’t soundproof. Shush. Before someone hears and comes to see us.”

But it’s hard to keep quiet when he keeps doing these little shallow thrusts, slowly getting in deeper and deeper, stretching you open around his cock. When at last he bottoms out, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. You’re so full and it feels so good, all you can do is moan and cling to Johnny’s wrist. Your eyes roll back, tears leaking from them.

Johnny watches you raptly, unable to pull his eyes away from you even when headlights flash through the windshield, full on his face. He just lowers himself over you as best as he can, and when that really doesn’t work well, Johnny takes hold of your hips.

You whimper, thinking he’s about to pull out of you entirely as he starts to move back. But instead he pulls you with him, getting you to sit up between the seats, then drawing you back into the shadow of the backseat again. You thank God that your windows are tinted in the back enough that it’s so dark back there that no one who might walk by can see.

And as Johnny settles into the backseat, he holds you on his lap, his cock still inside you, and then he pulls you back down on him fully.

You bury your face in his shoulder and cry out in pleasure.

“Good, baby?” Johnny holds you like that for a second, his cock as deep inside you as you can take him, and you just make sexy little noises against his shoulder, breathing as you adjust to having him like this. You nod and moan, brushing kisses to his throat. “Should I move again?”

When you make a noise to let him know yes he can start moving, Johnny starts helping you move with his hands on your hips. He lifts you up and lets you fall back down.

“You’re so tight around me. I really don’t think I’m going to be able to last long, I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your cheek, the side of your head, and then your lips.

“Me neither,” you manage to say. “I’ve never... never felt like this before. Oh my fuck.”

Johnny smiles when he kisses you this time, getting you to open up so he can kiss you deeper.

And that’s when you finally get some feeling back in your legs, enough strength that you can lift yourself up, drop back down, pull up until just his tip is inside you and then fall back to take him fully inside you once again.

Johnny moans, and his cock throbs deep inside you, and you work harder to fuck yourself on him, each thrust getting easier to fit him in, but harder on your thighs, and you swear you can feel the car moving as you’re bouncing on him, but when you start to say something about that to Johnny, he just kisses you.

And as your orgasm rises within you once again, you cling to Johnny’s shoulders, taking him deep and just riding him slowly, your walls hugging his cock.

Johnny’s arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight against his chest, and he moans in your ear, “I can feel your heartbeat. Are you close?”

You nod, feeling your pussy throbbing, your orgasm so close.

Johnny loosens one arm from around you, slips his hand down between your bodies. The touch of his fingers against your clit is an electric jolt, shooting through your body, and just like that you cum around him, collapsing fully onto his cock, burying your face in his chest, and your fingers dive into his hair, tugging lightly.

Just the one tug on his hair as your pussy squeezes around him, and Johnny cums too, filling your belly with a new fire that swallows the old one. He grips your hip with one hand, getting you to move on him just a bit more, milking his cock for all he’s got, and then you sink down once more, both of you just basking in the aftermath of your orgasms.

In the hot silence afterwards, filled only with pounding heartbeats and heaving breaths, you can hear the sounds of the parking lot outside filtering in again. Voices calling, cars passing by on the road, the beep as someone unlocks their car. But you stay just like that, held by Johnny as he goes soft inside you until your heartbeat has steadied and it begins to become uncomfortable to still have him inside you.

But you don’t really want to move, eventually it must happen though, so you do lift up off of him. Johnny’s dick falls against his belly, wet and coated with his own cum and your wetness, and as you settle on his lap, some of his cum drips out of your onto your seat.

Johnny strokes your hip. “Sorry. I’ll clean your car, or pay to get it cleaned, whichever you prefer. I probably shouldn’t have cum inside you, but it just seemed, I don’t know. Romantic.” He smiles softly at you.

“Car sex.” You sigh, raking your fingers through Johnny’s hair. “It’s not very romantic.”

He laughs and kisses your shoulder. “I can make it up to you. Are you good to drive home now? For real?”

You nod. “I’m just fine. Are you suggesting I take you home with me, Johnny Suh?”

Johnny drops a few more kisses on your shoulders. “Yes. I’ll pay my fare with romantic sex, foot rubs, and giving this Uber a very good rating. Great ride.”

You laugh and push at his shoulder, which has him laughing too. You climb off him, fish around in the darkness of the floor for your panties, and then you pull them back on, grab your shirt and pants to tug them back on, then slip into the front seat.

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the ebb and flow | part five

“You wonder what goes on in that head of his—why he’s always popping up out of nowhere and causing your life to become just a tad unbalanced.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au, action

word count: 2.3k

rating: pg-13

warnings: flaming arrows lol, some mentions of fighting (typical camp half-blood stuff, you know), the usual character bickering and tension

a/n: omg sorry this chapter took me two extra days to write lol. idk why it was so difficult. anyway, thanks for all the love for son of poseidon jk and daughter of athena reader :) i love them so much too. xoxo

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the second summer – in which it all begins

Mid-summer in Long Island is always hot, and it doesn’t make outside activities any better. Or more bearable. From your cabin, you stare out of a window at the almost noon sun and sigh—you are surely going to turn into burnt toast today.

“Going back to archery class today?”

You turn towards the voice. “Unfortunately.”

“Archery isn’t that bad,” Namjoon laughs.

“It is when you’re kind of bad at it,” you say, to which he doesn’t have a reply.

In your defense, you just picked up archery recently. It’s no longer something that’s a necessary skill to have—especially since you’re better at other things—so you didn’t bother taking the lessons with Chiron last year. Also, at the time, the flaming arrows terrified you anyway. However, now, you figured that you should try and master every skill offered here.

What you didn’t account for was having zero skill in the art of archery. And it’s frustrating, to say the least.

“I’m sure you’ll get better with time,” Namjoon finally says.

“I hope so.”

While Namjoon goes off to climb walls with satyrs, you go off to meet Chiron at the targets. When you arrive, there are already a few other campers armed with their bows. You settle beside Jung Hoseok, hoping that some of his natural skills in archery will rub off on you.

“Hey, y/n!” Hoseok’s enthusiastic as ever.

You offer him a half-smile. “Hey.”

“Excited?” he asks. “I think Chiron’s going to bust out the flaming arrows today.”

You gulp at the mention of fire. Even though you’re not scared of flaming arrows anymore—at least, the idea of them—you’re still a little nervous about actually having to hit the targets with one. “Um, cool?”

“It’s super easy, watch.”

As Chiron’s voice booms over everyone, you do as Hoseok says and watch as an arrow is doused in lighter fuel. Chiron fastens the arrow through his bow before he lights in on fire and hits a bullseye. Your mouth drops at how quick everything happens, shocked at how a flaming arrow seems much faster than a normal one.

The fire is quickly put out, probably to save the target from becoming fully disintegrated, and Chiron calls, “Okay, heroes, line-up behind one another.”

Since there are six targets, the group divides amongst each one. Hoseok immediately rushes into the front of the last target to be first, while you move to stand a few people behind him. You twist your head out of the line to watch as the son of Apollo confidently readies his bow and shoots his flaming arrow in a perfect bullseye. After a quick praise from Chiron, he moves off to the side so another camper can begin.

“Hoseok’s pretty good, huh?”

You jump at the sudden voice. Turning around, you spot Jeon Jeongguk inches away from you. “Oh my gods, what are you doing?”

“Here for archery practice, duh,” he says easily, but you don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Last year, when you both arrived at camp for the first time, Jeongguk was relatively quiet and kept mostly to himself. Although, as time passed, he quickly became more outspoken and comfortable around everyone—a little too comfortable. The shyness was definitely a short-lived phase. You kind of miss it.

Now, he never shuts up and it’s starting to annoy you—especially when he pops up out of nowhere like this and messes with your focus. “You’re not in this class.”

“How would you know? Maybe I just got here late?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. If there’s anything you’ve realized this summer, it’s that Jeongguk is always trying to pick a fight with you. Sometimes, you partake in his antics; however, right now, you’ve really got to focus. “Whatever, Jeon.”

Taking a step away from him, you realize that you’re already next up to shoot an arrow. The other campers are openly staring, which makes you nearly trip over your own feet.

“You’ve got this, y/n,” Chiron says, handing you an arrow.

Taking the arrow from him, you inhale deeply before dipping the tip in the fuel. Slipping the arrow in your bow, your nerves are in a bundle when Chiron lights it on fire and commands you to aim for the yellow center.

Instinct seems to take over as the nock passes through your fingertips. You watch in slow motion as your arrow propels through the air and lands in the red portion of the target. A shocked gasp leaves you lips at how close you got to the center; hitting red is better than what you did yesterday.

“Well done,” Chiron smiles, and you’re so glad he’s so patient with you.

“I’ll do better tomorrow,” you promise, and class is dismissed for the day.

Everyone begins to put their bows away; by the time you manage to do the same, Jeongguk is already long gone.

***

“I knew he wasn’t in archery with me.”

You were on your way to arts and crafts with Hephaestus’s cabin when Haru caught up to you. She asked you about your day in archery yesterday, and when you mentioned Jeongguk she was confused.

“Yeah, he’s in sword fighting with me,” she says.

“So, why was he by the range then?” you ask.

Haru frowns for a moment, before understanding fills her face. “Oh, that’s probably because we were scouting outside the area yesterday.”

“For what?”

“I guess our trainer wants us to get field experience? Outside of the arena. I think he decided on the field beside the archery range,” she explains, and you mutter an oh great. “Don’t worry though, we should be some distance away from you guys.”

Though you’re skeptical about that, you can’t really dwell too much about it because you’re already in front of the forge. You spend your hour in arts and crafts thinking about flaming arrows…and maybe Jeongguk too. But not in a way people might expect you to be thinking about him.

You wonder what goes on in that head of his—why he’s always popping up out of nowhere and causing your life to become just a tad unbalanced. Every time he’s around, you feel strange…like you can’t stand him at all. Jeongguk just makes you uncomfortable and you hate it.

By the time you are walking back to the archery range, he has gotten so deep underneath your skin that you swear you can hear his voice ringing in your ear.

“Why am I going crazy?” you mutter to no one but yourself, simultaneously shaking your head in the process. “What is wrong with—”

“Finally admitting that you’re crazy, miss goody-two-shoes? About time.”

Standing up straighter, you turn around and realize that you aren’t totally imagining things—the devil himself was actually behind you. You can’t help but narrow your eyes at him. “Why are you being so nosy, Jeon?”

“Anyone would’ve been able to hear that remark,” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, moving to walk ahead of you.

“Why did you lie yesterday and say that you were in archery?” you ask, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he just continues on his merry way, past the targets and towards the adjacent field. You watch as he picks up the pace and begins to jog towards his instructor; you realize that you should probably do the same.

Today, Hoseok is, once again, first up to shoot an arrow. Chiron lets him shoot a few, and each one leaves your mouth hanging open. At this point, you think the son of Apollo is just showing off because every arrow that goes through his bow flawlessly hits a bullseye.

“How do you do that every time?” you ask him once the next person is up.

Hoseok just laughs. “It’s natural, I guess.”

“Wish that were me,” you muse.

“We all have different skill sets, y/n,” he attempts to console you. “I mean, you’re great with battle strategy—which is why Apollo always want to join Athena’s team.”

You conclude that he’s right—everyone is skilled in their own way. Besides, you can get better at archery with time anyway. You continue small talk with Hoseok until Chiron tells you that you’re next up. You drag yourself in front of the target and fasten the arrow through your bow. Staring at the target, you clear your mind of excess thoughts—you want to really focus on hitting the center. With a quick exhale, you propel the arrow through the air.

And it hits the center.

When you realize this, you begin jumping up and down. Chiron laughs through his congratulating remarks, before asking if you’d like another shot. “Of course, I want to do it again!”

Just as you begin to aim your bow and arrow, you hear a commotion to the left. Looking away from the target, you notice that things have gotten pretty hectic on the field where campers are practicing with their swords. Except, you realize that swords aren’t being used much—everyone has adapted to using their own special skills.

Demeter kids are sprouting things from the ground, Apollo kids are playing their lyres, and a certain son of Poseidon is blasting water cannons. For a moment, you wonder how this chaos even ensued; but that thought quickly fades when the commotion starts coming closer. Squash begins sprouting right by the range, but that’s not even the worse of it. A cannon of water comes out of nowhere and drenches your entire body, and you notice that everything seems to go silent after that.

Your camp shirt now hangs heavy on your body, and your sneakers feel disgustingly uncomfortable. Opening your eyes, you notice that everyone is staring at you with shock, but you can only see one person.

“Jeon Jeongguk!” You yell at the boy who only stands a few yards away from you. “You idiot!”

Even from this distance, you can see him struggle for words—a surprising feat since he always seems to have something smart to say. Taking a step closer to him, you aim your arrow for his head; it would be so easy to just knock him out. Jeongguk’s eyes fly wide at your stance; you wonder if he thinks you’re actually going to shoot.

Without even thinking twice, you let the arrow fly. But today seems to be Jeongguk’s lucky day because the arrow misses his head, landing in the tree right beside him. You notice him visibly exhale, but that relief quickly dissipates when his instructor practically pulls him by the ear and looks straight at you. “You, come with us.”

“B-But I didn’t do anything wrong!” You look to Chiron. “Jeongguk shot me with a water cannon—”

“I understand that you were only defending yourself, y/n, but you almost hit Jeongguk with an arrow. You’ll have to talk to Mr. D about this, I’m afraid.”

You can’t help but pout. Dionysus is always in a mood. But you obey anyway and make your way to the Big House. There, you find the god himself conjuring up a glass of wine from sunlight. You stare at the deep burgundy liquid before raising your eyes to the god. “I thought you were still stuck here for another few decades?”

Mr. D turns his gaze to you, lazily rolling his eyes. “Oh, my mistake—I seem to have forgotten.”

With the wave of his hand, the wine transforms into a can of Diet Coke. You would laugh at the displeased look on his face, but you know that you’re not Mr. D’s favorite camper right now. He takes a sip of the soda before turning to face you and Jeongguk.

“You and you heroes,” he sighs, “always causing trouble around here.”

“It was an accident, sir,” Jeongguk speaks up first, which is not surprising. He’s always trying to cover his own ass. “I didn’t mean to blast that canon of water towards the archery range. It was completely accidental. However, y/n aiming an arrow for my head is—”

You interrupt him, “Mr. D, how can a canon of water from yards away be an accident? I think it was completely on purpose.”

“The arrow was on purpose!” Jeongguk exclaims, turning towards you. “You were trying to kill me!”

Meeting his gaze with an eye roll, you say, “Oh, please, Jeon like I would ever—”

“Di immortales!” Mr. D suddenly yells. “Can you children shut up?”

Looking away from Jeongguk and towards your camp director, you notice the purple flames dancing in his eyes. An angry Dionysus always makes you tense. Often, you forget how much power this god actually has. He’s one of the twelve. You sink back and notice that Jeongguk does the same.

“Sorry, sir,” you both apologize quickly, and the purple flames lessen.

“I cannot stand mortals,” the god of wine clenches his teeth, “you both are insufferable. I’m starting to resent father for sending me here again!”

You don’t even know what to say. Mr. D sounds like a child right now.

“Ugh, just get out,” he continues, taking a sip of his Diet Coke, “you both are giving me a massive headache, and I’m in need of my daily nap.”

You blink; is Mr. D letting you both off the hook? No punishment? Before he can give you both one, you bid the god of wine goodbye and start walking out. Just as you’re about to push the doors open, Jeongguk’s voice stops you. “Just because Mr. D let us off the hook, doesn’t mean I’m going to forget that you nearly killed me today.”

Turning around, you look Jeongguk dead in the eye. “Are you trying to start something with me, Jeon? Because you shouldn’t start things you can’t finish.”

“Is that a threat?” he asks, a single brow raised.

“I guess you better watch your back,” you say and push the doors open before he can say anything else.

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Winx Club Season 8 Thoughts Part 1

Here I am! The latest season of Winx. Can’t believe I made it here (especially after I sped through seasons 6 and 7). I am kinda excited about this because I am finally getting to watch the second part (I have seen the first one) and I think that after season 7, it really can’t get that much worse. Also, I am now used to the idea of the art style even if I still despise it completely and passionately. So let’s do this!

8x01:

- Who thought this art style was a good idea? And why did they have to bring the band back? That was so unnecessary. But at least the song in the opening isn’t bad.

- So... Bloom is the main vocalist but they just leave Musa to write all the songs? Didn’t think that could get more unfair and yet it did. Also, love how they changed the art style but Stella is still acting as immature as she has since season 4.

- Kiko is actually being acknowledged in the second minute? Please, tell me that will last after the lumens.

- Oh, wow, the plot is already starting? I am actually pleasantly surprised. Took them only two minutes.

- Ugh, not Obscurum! Pleaaaaaase!

- Lumenia is the star that lights Solaria? Does that mean it is the first sun of Solaria? Okay... That’s actually kinda cool.

- Oh, great! The one with all the info has amnesia! But actually, that might be a good idea because not everything is convenient for damn once! Edit: And Timmy and Tecna are back to being inventors! *happy sob*

- How is a scare supposed to trigger memories? By inducing a flashback of traumatic events? That’s cool but fear can also cause memory blockages. So idk about that. Lmao @ Kiko with that hammer, though. You might have the right idea, Kiko. We’ll come back to you once Twinkly gets annoying.

- The dissonance between the maturity of the Specialists’ voices and their FUCKING FACES! It is unbearable!

- Oh, Kiko is hitting on Twinkly? XD Jk. He just wants to cheer her up and it’s actually really cute. Almost makes up for them totally ruining his design.

- Not a song number! I am forewarning everyone that I will be skipping all of those.

- Omg! A scene of the Specialists talking? About their own stuff?!??! And them messing around with each other (read: mocking each other (and especially Nex)). We haven’t had that since... season 4? It was sorely missed, THANK YOU!

- Riven is back!

- And Knut is back! But wtf is up with Griselda’s voice? Also, how did they change her design the least, yet still totally ruined it? I cannot comprehend that! Lmao at her gestures at Knut, though!

- The memories of Twinkly actually looked pretty scary and traumatic. I can’t believe I am saying this but this season is doing a decent job so far and even more than that.

- Dammit, why do I have to suffer Butterflix again?

- I was gonna say that that was quick but the thing actually reappeared. That’s... pretty nice. Could be used to such a great advantage! And it was actually Stella’s spell that worked and not Bloom’s? They gave up on their obsession with Bloom to make this make sense? Um, yes, please?

- Okay, stealing starlight sounds like a rocking plan as soon as they explain well why the hell that is the goal here.

- Yeah, Stella, you are so damn cautious! Girl, you’re almost as impulsive as Bloom. (But XD @ “Caution is our middle name... More of a nickname, really”)

8x02:

- Twinkly: Where am I? Me: At Alfea. Shut up!

- Why does this show have such an aversion to letting Kiko sleep in peace, dammit?!

- Flora has a plant that takes care of other plants? Omg, that is so cool! And we’re finally seeing her care for the plants in her room again! This season is already better than seasons 6 and 7 combined.

- Stella could just use magic to shrink down that enormous suitcase.

- Omg, they’re spending time with their boyfriends again instead of just screeching at them for no reason whatsoever? Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Why are Winx mad that the Specialists didn’t tell them about Riven? What would it have changed? They still would have been shocked. And why the hell is Musa yelling at Riven? They broke up! He doesn’t owe her a schedule of his every waking moment! I hate this reaction.

- Why... are the outfits gonna let them travel in space? I mean, can you imagine how cool they could have looked in spacesuits?

- Wow, that’s a lot of pink. But that IS the Winx aesthetic to differer from the aesthetic shown in you-know-what.

- Why is the queen ruler of all the stars and not just of Lumenia? Otherwise, the star lore is pretty cool. I have to say that the whole thing with the rivers reminds of the Underworld a lot which is an interesting parallel to dwell on.

- Stella is pretty amazing in this already indeed!

- Oh, the crystal monsters. I remember those. They were really annoying. And I am not a fan of the upcoming transformation upgrade.

- Did the Specialists follow them there? Not the most unshady thing they’ve done but at least they’re helping. Also, I would like to point Netflix’ attention to the way their weapons look! Take a close look!

- OH MY GOD! Someone had a smart idea here! They are actually handling themselves even though their powers aren’t all that effective! Riven is saving Musa and being awesome! This is good enough to make me cry, wtf?

- Ooh, damn! Love the way Valtor’s mark showed up and how actually bothered by it they acted! That was cool and really created a good atmosphere!

- They saved the river AND they actually talked about the sneaking around in a (mostly) mature manner? And they resolved the conflict? RIVEN IS COMMUNICATING?????? This season is a fucking treat so far! Except for Musa being a goddamn primadonna!

- Valtor’s new design is also pretty close to his original one and yet... just NOT. IT!

- Cosmix time. Okay, the visuals are actually quite pretty (I especially love the fact that they look transparent at first; I have a feeling there’s a nice symbolism to this but I’ll have to think about it a bit more). The song isn’t bad either but it’s a little repetitive,

- They probably could have done better with the name than “star yummies” but it isn’t quite so bad. I mean, we’ve seen worse and this is pretty minor considering that they’re doing pretty well with almost everything else (so far and I hope I am not jinxing this).

8x03:

- Okay, the name sounds dumb but it’s accurate.

- I have to say that I saw the twist with Obscurum coming even if I was only clicking through the episodes when I first watched this but now I want to see if it was foreshadowed. Him saying he wants to rule Lumenia still isn’t enough foreshadowing but it does raise the question of why Lumenia specifically so it’s headed in the right direction at least.

- Nice move, Stella! And, omg, did Flora just use something that’s not vines? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am getting really hyped up over here.

- They’re thinking! They’re actually instantly adapting to the problems that they are facing! Man, this is even better than season 1! HOW? Not that I care. Just don’t let it stop!

- So Valtor is actually using starlight to buff himself on a magical level? And in season 1 they said that starlight was the purest source of magic (4kids). Is this... continuity between the first and the latest season??????? I am literally tearing up over here because I never believed this moment would come but it has and it is beautiful!

- Not a fan of the Valtor and Obscurum dynamic because it is just... a big no again, just like his working relationship with the Trix (except I can’t decide if this is worse because Obscurum is afraid or if s3 was worse because Valtor was leading the Trix on about *gags* you know (don’t make me say it)). Love the castle in the stars, though! So cool (even if it is also so very impractical).

- Man, Twinkly really is just a stand-in for the pixies, isn’t she? Same bravery and complete and utter uselessness balance.

- Stella is fucking shining and I am loving it! But did Obscurum just say “erase them”? You mean... this has actual stakes? And Bloom’s projection of the Dragon Fire makes sense because Cosmix is light-based? Musa is using an attack that basically acts like an earthquake except without the damage aka... safe for usage? I am going to pass out from happiness. Like, you don’t even know.

- THEY ACTUALLY LOST?????? And they are not giving up but... coming up with a plan???? That is smart??????????????????? I am in love with this season for now.

- They powered the core! And that will now cause Valtor to make a shift in his strategy! This season is actually dynamic! Goddamit, yes!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!

- Obscurum to Valtor: “Something more intimate? You, me...” ... Why is he hitting on him? Bleh. But damn! The trap dimension has so much potential!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Oh, song time. Goodie. Why is Obscurum acting like he has the dancing plague? And, for fuck’s sake, why am I getting Christian Grey vibes from Valtor? Ugh! *shudders* Please, no! But he is actually taking Winx seriously and coming up with countermeasures? Um, yes, I will take that!

- Ugh, why are they having classes again?! I hate that part!

- Sky, you know where they were! But I actually kinda like the change to have Bloom be the one that doesn’t have time for dating instead of having her sulking over Sky being a prince and having royal duties the whole time.

- What do you mean that Griselda doesn’t know what is going on? This is not Griselda!

- Tecna, watch what you’re putting in your damn potion! I know Musa fucked up but you could have checked what she handed you!

- Aww, Tecna throwing a dance party to cheer Musa up was so cute! And look at Stella dragging all that luggage up the stairs on her own! She is precious (and devoted to fashion but this time in a not so annoying manner... so far.)

8x04:

- Dammit, why is Obscurum the first thing I see?

- Okay, it’s pretty cute how excited Bloom is. And all the rest of Winx helping Sky while at the same time judging him for not being better for Bloom and putting more effort in it. This is just the dynamic! I love it!

- Musical food? What the hell, Musa?! But lmao at the Sky and Flora moment there. And Musa and Layla’s reaction to his words. But he was right. Flora was the only one being useful.

- What picnic under the stars? There are no stars! It’s the middle of the day!

- Oh, why the drama now? Bloom also forgot their date in the previous episode because of her mission. Sky is doing the exact same rn! Hypocrisy much?

- “Your Great Malevolence” and “Your Vileness”? I don’t like Obscurum but his decorum is amusing at the very least.

- But if a star has to be attacked before it will alert them that they need to go there, they won’t be one step ahead of Valtor. They might be able to catch up with him but they are still one step behind him.

- A moving star. That was actually a cool idea although I am not sure how the hell that is supposed to work.

- Why have those lumens never heard of music? But damn, I am actually happy that they made the band plot relevant (for all of 3 seconds). At least make it have some purpose.

- At least Bloom actually also supported Sky while attacking him. She is literally the definition of mixed signals here but that’s better than her just being plain mad.

- Can they use the music to capture the star yummies in a trance? That would be nice and it would justify having the band in this season.

- Stella is having the time for a selfie while actually being super effective and handling that part of the mess on her own? Yes, please! Where was that in the previous seasons?!

- The thief is not “trying” to attack. He is attacking! But damn, Brandon made some good moves there! Are you telling me that we actually get to see the Specialists doing their own missions again plus a really cute parallel between Brandon and Stella? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it!

- They’re being pulled in a black hole? Holy shit! This season is actually getting intense! And it makes sense? I am shooketh! Can Stella save them with her light, though?

- Oh, nvm! They’re gonna do it together. Eh, that still works I guess.

- The Specialists were really working as a team here and I have missed seeing that so much! It’s great to have the show acknowledge them again. It could have only been better if they didn’t look like first graders.

8x05:

- Oh, now the whole starship is being pulled into the black hole? That is actually cool! They are maintaining the tension for more than three seconds and they are showing how things actually function? Well, there’s a big surprise.

- I am glad that they are actually solving this but why couldn’t Stella generate stardust herself? She is the fairy of the sun, the moon and the stars. It would have been really interesting to see her do that and this season’s theme is right up her alley.

- Valtor’s failure is kinda amusing. But I feel a little bad about Obscurum because he literally has to walk on eggshells around Valtor. No one should have to be put through anxiety like that.

- Ooh, zero gravity plus invisibility device? That is so cool!

- I wish Bloom and Sky would have talked about their little drama with the surprise, especially because there was no need for it since the delay actually helped make things even better and much more romantic. And I am also not all that sold on the Beauty and the Beast vibes I am getting from this.

- Why is Musa acting like that again? Riven is trying to be supportive and take interest in her music. I know that he ran away but obviously something happened.

- Good thing that Riven is being competent while the rest are busy partying. He did pretty well considering that he just intercepted a planned heist and he wasn’t prepared.

- Aren’t you supposed to drift in space instead of fall as if there’s gravity?

- I am a little done with the ship being threatened yet again because it can’t move without the stupid core but I really want to see how Winx are gonna save it now that the ruby is stolen.

- Maybe if they try something else other than generic blasts they may be able to defeat it.

- Valtor was the one that summoned the black hole? And he is getting low on magic juice? That kinda makes sense now that he doesn’t have Dragon Fire anymore.

- O-kay. That strategy was semi logical. Not the best they have done but it could have been worse.

- Selfish? He is trying to save a whole planet! It wasn’t like he was stealing it for the money! No, I get it that his actions weren’t okay but Musa is being a bitch to everyone. And what she just said to Riven. She is refusing to give him a second chance but is acting like she’s the one who is making all the compromises here!

8x06:

- Why wouldn’t he be allowed on Eridia? Oh, he really fucked up the core.

- Oh, shut the fuck up, Orion! It is your fault it didn’t work because you were the one who broke the core and now it can’t hold the light!

- Flora is really rooting (whoops) for abandoning the core. Nice one! How the fuck does she think to save the plants without fucking light?!?!?!?!

- Can I throw Orion in the black hole? HE is the one who fucked the whole thing up because he didn’t know what he was doing and now he is yelling at them that they don’t have a plan! Even though they agreed to help him instead of throwing him in jail!

- At least Valtor is adapting to the situation on the go and coming up with new strategies. But Orion is such a fool. He is desperate but why didn’t he consider the question of why the hell Valtor would care? Obviously he has beef with Winx which puts him at the not-so-trustworthy column.

- Man, Riven is right. Orion is a damn actor and very good at playing them. That isn’t his problem, of course, but the Winx’. I just wish Musa would think instead of pout the whole time.

- Shut up about the goddamn plants, Flora! You can’t save them in any longterm way without fixing the core of the planet first!

- DO NOT make “starsome” a thing. It sounds ridiculous. It doesn’t even make sense!

- Riven is actually discussing how he feels with the other Specialists? And they’re having fun (even if it is at his expense)? Why does Musa refuse to see how much he’s changed? I hate the way they are just trying to make more stupid drama!

- You do not look like big lumens to me but okay. Twinkly has a serious crush on her friend, doesn’t she?

- Yes, we all know that Tecna is a genius. And that is why she doesn’t become pray to stupid love drama when there is no reason for any!

- How the hell was Stella supposed to know if it will actually be safer? She said it looked safer! There is a difference! Also, they are only now wondering why Orion left them on their own!

- Now you guys are screwed! But wtf, why did Tecna just covere her eyes instead of... trying to do something like the rational person that she actually is! And you have to love how they only had Flora and Stella arguing so that they will have to come together to save the rest giving the illusion that they are actually undergoing some development. But hey! An episode without a musical number!

8x07:

- What is this now? Are they trying to make us sympathize with Orion by showing some remorse on his part? It is not working!

- They made Obscurum a cheerleader? He seems to be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, though he is not exactly a prisoner or hostage of Valtor’s. But still. There is some kind of similar vibes.

- Cool! They revealed that the star yummies are actually corrupted lumens. That was a pretty clever idea, not gonna lie. And it is totally on brand for Valtor which is also great.

- Well, I don’t see you, lumens, fixing the fucking core yourselves so you might wanna start appreciating the fact that they’re trying! They didn’t know the core was broken and wouldn’t hold the Cosmix light!

- And how do you plan on saving them, Orion? You have no idea what you’re up against and you just betrayed the only people that cared about helping you!

- Why is Twinkly not being corrupted like all the other lumens? They are different in some way that was never explained but it was already implied that the corruption works on ALL of the lumens! So what gives? Except obvious plot convenience, of course.

- So Flora actually tried something else and didn’t go for the vines at all? I am shocked... but appreciative!

- Why aren’t the plants answering? Are they too dead for words? But that spell was actually pretty cool! They made a little sun that also has nature powers added to it to shine on all of the plants at once! That was so clever and actually pretty creative! I love it!

- The nature defeating technology theme is a little misplaced I would say considering the way they fix the problem with the broken cores of the stars later on.

- Wait! Winx were transformed when the robot caught them. Why did they have to transform again and when did the transformations disappear?

- They didn’t actually fight the thing! So far their powers have been used very little for actual battle and a lot more in creative ways to restore the balance of the stars. That actually makes a lot of sense since that was what the Cosmix was for! I like it!

- Did they just make a magical sun out of Stella’s powers by boosting her energy? This was awesome!

- Why did they think Orion was the one that changed the lumens? They know that Valtor is the one working with Obscurum and commanding them! That was such a stupid guess and for what? To give Obscurum some kind of “witty” line for his entrance?

- Orion does have cool inventions but for being a genius creator he is being a fucking dumbass! Oh, now you want to be “united” with them. After you almost got them killed and your planet fucked over big time.

- Musa is gonna give Orion a third chance but she’s gonna keep being a bitch to Riven, huh?

- Wizgiz’ redesign is giving me nightmares. Why is he teaching them something that they have been doing literally since season 2 and just did not three minutes ago?!?!?!?! And why are Knut and Kiko painting the yard pink? Really? Just so that Winx can show what they have learned even though they’ve known it for about seven years now?!?!?!?!

- Submarine star? That sounds rocking. But wait, they are using Sirenix in the next ep? Why don’t I remember that? I have watched this... I think. Yes, I have. I remember the stupidity and Nex and Layla having a moment. So why don’t I remember Sirenix?

8x08:

- I thought Valtor was on the scene and then it turned out he was just in an illusion. *sigh* And why can’t he just go himself? He is not doing anything this season. Just sitting on his ass and bossing Obscurum around. It’s just... not Valtor at all. And what’s this obsession with fucking up Andros every goddamn time he shows up?

- Aww, Winx are being so adorable and supportive! Nex, too, though that is OOC. But I can’t understand why Layla didn’t just pick up the phone and tell Nex that she needs him to stop calling so that she can focus. What is so hard about that?

- I like this version of Stella’s fashion obsession. It feels a lot more natural and isn’t overtaking the whole group and the show.

- Well, they didn’t ruin Theredor and Niobe’s designs! That’s something. And Ligea looks pretty much the same as well. I don’t understand why they felt the need to fuck up Winx and the Specialists’ designs but okay.

- Why are they making Layla unable to remember three sentences? She can do much more than that and she has always been the most capable one of Winx and an exemplary princess.

- Oh, so they already mentioned that the queen’s brother disappeared exactly when Valtor showed up (How tf does she even know that? The flashback that was shown later plus the fact that no one seemed to know Valtor was back before Winx saw his mark in 8x02 contradict that.). That and Obscurum saying he wants to rule Lumenia plus Valtor’s obvious knack for corrupting and changing everyone that’s working for him, spill it all out.

- Pretty sure no one at that party cares about Twinkly but whatevs. As long as she isn’t on screen to be annoying.

- Nex transformation time!

- Sirenix is back (never has that ever happened before) and I hate the redesign even more than the original. Didn’t think it was possible. They have also fucked up the transformation sequence and made it more boring. Nice move!

- Why is Layla refusing to talk? Coming forth about her feelings is gonna make it better. I like that Nex is actually being sensitive here even if he never naturally changed to become like that and they are just writing him wildly OOC. But he was so much of an asshole that I prefer this tbh.

- How the fuck do Sirenix powers have no effect on “a creature of darkness”? They went on the Sirenix Quest to defeat Tritanus who was definitely a creature of darkness! The writers don’t even know what they’re saying anymore. At least they left Winx handling the shark even if their powers aren’t working on it. If they’d sent Nex after it and Winx after Obscurum, it would have been too convenient.

- I like the fact that they managed when their magic was useless against the enemy. At least the writers are being a little more creative in the battles by making them rely more on strategy rather than on their powers. I can accept generic blasts and beams if the idea is that that makes their magic so useless that they need to find a creative solution.

- Nex is rooting for teamwork? He really has changed. I just wish they would have shown that instead of just jumping the gun like that.

8x09:

- Why didn’t they try trapping the star yummies in a morphix net? Or something that Tecna made with her magic? Or figured out a way to close the portals that let the star yummies come and go?

- They’re gonna make THAT a problem? Breathing underwater without Sirenix? Not like Layla has been able to breathe underwater continuously throughout seasons 2-5 without the need for Sirenix. AND she also taught the others how to perform the spell. This is such a non-problem.

- They also changed the Sirenix spells, didn’t they?

- They have been in tougher predicaments. I hate how they keep making Layla despair without a reason because she has always had a damn fighting spirit.

- Oh, look! It’s the anemone stupidity. And how is Stella supposed to wake up when she is under the influence of the anemone sting? You could try a spell if you want to wake her up, Flora!

- You’d think the lumens of Andros would know their fucking princess!!!!!

- What was the big idea with rushing out of the cave if Layla didn’t have a plan? Also, she was the one that figured out the anemones attacked when they were provoked, yet she kept attacking. Stop fucking attacking them! It’s only making things worse! Jeez, it’s not so hard to figure out that you shouldn’t antagonize them.

- So the Andros lumens sing but the Peripla ones have never heard of the existence of music? Pretty damn solid. Also, they just sang the same melody the whole time even after Layla asked them for something extra beautiful.

- How the hell did she fill the morphix with air? Did she pull all the water out in the morphix shielding and only left the oxygen atoms inside to make up oxygen molecules? This somehow doesn’t seem normal but anyway.

- So what unspelled the shark? The light of Gorgol? The living star? The starfish star? They are really starting to fuck up this season.

- Love how they never said how many years old Andros is becoming!

- Why did they make the trap dimension look like a pinball machine? What was up with that? And why did Gravity Falls do it so much better?

8x10:

- So now Alfea is having an anniversary as well? And why the fuck is Twinkly only asking now about the meaning of anniversary when they already were at the anniversary party on Andros? And they really made “starsome” a recurring slang? I hate it.

- Why is Faragonda letting the students organize the anniversary? Also, not a fan of how these latest seasons are making Griselda and Faragonda look not so fond of each other. They definitely felt a lot more in sync in the first seasons.

- Lmao, love how Winx are roasting themselves. But I cannot believe that no one has said anything about Helia’s ugliest haircut... yet. They couldn’t have possibly fucked it up more after the season 4 disaster and they somehow did! Fucking spectacular! And why is Riven wearing a scarf? When the fuck have you seen Riven with a scarf? This is ridiculous!

- Love the way Flora and Helia just decided that they will be matchmakers now! But I do think that they should first try figuring out why Musa can’t forgive Riven before deciding she will trust him.

- Why didn’t Twinkly just sit on Riven’s shoulder instead of plopping herself down right on top of the controls? The zero gravity dancing was actually pretty cute but Musa could have tried just dancing with Riven. Or at least they could have said something about why she feels like she can’t even dance with him (because she feels him unfamiliar anymore or something).

- Hypsos looks so very familiar but I can’t place it. Reminds a little of Amentia’s kingdom tbh.

- I cannot believe that the Twinkly and Lumila storyline will actually have a bearing on the real plot. How did they manage? Though, I suppose I should be happy about that.

- Turning a constellation into an actual monster was a damn good idea! Although, the writers sort of implied that Valtor has the power level of a god which has not been supported by the narrative. He was such a stronger villain in season 3.

- So... what did they do? Did they send the Hydra through the portal that the star yummies use? I actually remember it being a bigger threat and harder to defeat. Is this really the end?

- Oh, look! They can reverse the star yummy corruption with the power of love! Cut to the wedding (of Twinkly and Lumila).

- I said wedding, not a fucking concert!

- Musa, I don’t even know you anymore! Since when doesn’t she want to be the center of attention! She was literally mad at him because he hadn’t called aka paid her attention! Besides, she’s a singer (which you couldn’t fucking guess from the fact that Bloom is the goddamn vocalist!). What do you mean that he exposed her? Those are just some outlined images projected! She is a lot more exposed when she sings on stage! This is so goddamn stupid! Season 2 Musa would never.

- And why are they making Flora and Helia fuck up their own sync over Musa and Riven? They should just not meddle and keep their own relationship in harmony!

8x11:

- I am so glad we’re getting rid of Obscurum soon. I have had it with him! “Go undercover as one of [Winx]”? What the actual fuck?!

- Why is the trap dimension a goddamn gaming universe? They are truly wasting its potential! And why not just shove Winx in there?!

- Flora and Helia have never had a disagreement before? Come again? And now she’s saying they never even had different opinions on anything? That is so totally healthy, you know. And the implication that that is how a relationship should be. Wow! Fucking spectacular move!

- Just don’t make Winx fight over the Flora and Helia situation! And that was a perfect example of why they don’t need to agree on everything.

- At first I agreed with the opinion I have seen floating around that the emogix are too specific but this is the Magic Dimension. They have teleportation. What is so hard to believe that they have code that can quickly animate specific actions with pre-coded visual parameters about every separate object in the animation?

- I want to see Griselda react to that fireworks explosion!

- That was the big talk? At least they said that disagreements are not inherently bad but still. This was just a damn non-closure to a damn non-problem.

- Well, Obscurum’s plan isn’t so bad but Winx have already not been welcomed by lumens. It isn’t so original.

- Why are Knut and Kiko coming along all of a sudden? Oh, that’s right! Because those lumens are ogres like Knut. How convenient!

- I don’t know what’s so hard to understand about the fact that the lumens obviously believe that Winx have come to steal their treasure and that is why they’re attacking them.

- Tecna needed an analysis to tell that the lumens think they’re enemies and want to steal their treasure? They said that! REPEATEDLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Was the core broken accidentally or on purpose? I missed that part but I don’t think that Valtor has caught on to the fact that breaking the cores will make it much harder for Winx to save the stars. Also, why did he never try to steal the Cosmix light that the Winx put in the dark cores? That would have been an interesting plan!

- Well, Convenient Knut is being awfully convenient! As was planned.

- So now the crystal is actually gonna serve as a core? Wow, what a cop-out.

- You’re telling me that Obscurum was actually the one that thought of the idea of breaking the cores on purpose? This season is really doing Valtor dirty. I just... I can’t watch. Why do they have to be like that?

- Also, he’s only now figuring out he needs to get rid of Bloom? He had that figured out at the beginning of season 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8x12:

- A wishing star that hasn’t been seen in almost a 1000 years? And he needs Cosmix to get near? How is enhancing his powers going to get him closer to the star if the problem is his darkness? What, is Cosmix gonna conceal his dark powers? Somehow, that doesn’t make sense. But damn, at least this thing is protected from dark powers so that malevolent wishes won’t be made.

- Bloom has her priorities in check and Sky comes third? After Vanessa and the mission? That is a nice change of pace, actually.

- Why doesn’t Bloom just use her goddamn magic?! It would have been so much easier! It’s hers! It’s not like she is forbidden to use it.

- Lmao, Obscurum is acting as if Valtor actually cares about him. And he thinks he’s evil? Wow, that’s cute.

- Is it me or does Vanessa look so much thinner than she used to? Not a fan of that.

- You’re telling me Bloom never made an album for her parents before? But I love the fact that they are sharing and Bloom tells them that she loves home more than anything. That was actually something that the show could have used about 4 seasons ago.

- Why do the Earth lumens look like Roman soldiers?

- Anyone else feel like the transformation of the star yummies into bigger entities is legit based on Pokemon evolution? It really operates the exact same way Pokemon evolution does.

- They’re mentioning the queen’s brother again? In what is not foreshadowing but a plainly obvious non-twist.

- Musa is really disgusted by the star yummies? They actually look pretty cute and fluffy to me. Kinda cuter than the lumens even. Not to mention that they can face monsters and whatnot but they can’t make themselves touch the star yummies? Some Guardian Fairies you are!

- Valtor feels like a nervous teenager about to introduce himself to his crush. What the hell were they thinking?

- I like the designs of the dark giants where the writings on them are concerned. They look like rune rings around their torsos and arms and I actually love the idea of that.

- The scene with Bloom and her parents was pretty good. I love the way she compartmentalized the situation and managed to be on all the fronts she needed to be on even if she had to ask for backup to do it. It was awesome!

- Valtor finally decided to show the fuck up! Halfway through the season! Love how Stella is sassing him! A little surprised that he knows her name, though.

- I don’t think that hugging that last form of star yummy evolution is gonna work. Might be a too big concentration of corrupted lumens in order for the hug thing to work.

- Goblin yummies? Oh, no. Stargoyles. Wow. Okay.

- I love the dilemma that Valtor presented! Bloom really can’t be in two places at the same time! I would be very interested (as I was the first time) if I didn’t know how this ended... aka in disappointment.

8x13:

- Backstory time! What the hell do you mean that Valtor’s life force was drifting through the universe? For years? After the Dragon Fire - that literally made up his whole being - was extinguished? And how the hell was he brought back with the power of the stars? Wtf?

- Bloom, it’s really not that hard to figure out that Obscurum is the queen’s brother! I guessed that the first time I watched this and I didn’t even know she had a brother because I had been clicking through the episodes!

- If Obscurum really thinks that being Valtor’s minion is better than being in the shadow of his sister, then she must have fucked up big time! And I mean, really big time!

- So the artificial cores are not supposed to be that small? That is just a prototype.

- I have a question - how fast do the Specialists’ ships travel for example? Because Twinkly says that she’s traveling at the speed of light but I doubt that the tech can go so fast. Aka my train of thought was what if there are planets in the Magic Dimension that are so far from one another that the people can never meet because the tech doesn’t travel fast enough? Since that seems to be the common method of transportation rather than teleportation which could totes solve that problem.

- I really wish someone other than Sky would be protecting Mike and Vanessa. And wasn’t Valtor saying that only he can stop the Stargoyles? “Cause the Specialists just got rid of all of them. At least the dark giants truly seem to be unstoppable.

- I was so hyped when Bloom said she’d give Cosmix to Valtor! It would have been so interesting to see how they would defeat him if he had Cosmix as well. But they just had Cosmix reject him? Because it has sentience apparently? That was such a fucking cop-out! Just commit to your best ideas goddammit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Why is Twinkly getting the artificial core to the Specialists instead of the other Winx? They need it inside the sun! Not on the surface of the Earth.

- Wtf? Didn’t Bloom send Twinkly towards the Earth? She is inside the Sun! What was that maneuvering?!

- So the dark giants would have been defeated when the sun was fixed anyway? Meaning that Bloom could have chosen to go help Winx and that would have solved the dilemma aka there was no actual dilemma, except she didn’t know that? Man, what a bummer!

- Poor Vanessa. Had her birthday almost completely ruined!

- Wasn’t the queen supposed to be powerless? But that moment was so emotional there! And I love the fact that she acted as an example to the lumens to have them freeing the star yummies and helping them change back. Does that mean that the part with the stars is over for this season, though?

- Not a goddamn concert again! Come on! Dedicate the song to your mom, at the very least!!!!!

- Where is Valtor? This doesn’t look like the castle amongst the stars. What happened? Oh, and you’re telling me he has no more magical energy?

- What the hell do you mean that the Trix have power like the power of the Winx? Icy’s power is literally an opposite of Bloom’s!!!!! What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I have been so confused about this ever since I first watched it over a year ago! But at least the Trix were imprisoned separately this time. Someone in this goddamn universe finally had a smart idea!

Part 2 is here.

#winx club #winx bloom #winx musa #winx layla #winx flora #winx stella #winx tecna #winx sky #winx riven #winx nex #bloom x sky #layla x nex #winx valtor #winx obscurum #winx twinkly #winx club season 8 #review #thoughts #part 1

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YELL ABOUT HOW SHIT THE WINX REBOOT IS!!! IT'S UGLY AND WE DESERVE TO CALL IT THAT!!! YELL YOUR BLASPHEMIES ABOUT HOW THEY RUINED OUR CHILDHOOD SHOW!!!

im always down to yell at things jksahdkjashdsghjfdkh

this is.... uh... Long.

let’s start from the context (for those who don’t know me/winx): winx is an italian show that aired in the early 2000s and was targeted towards 5 to 10 year olds (girls) so, being an italian born in 97, i obviously watched the entire show to the point that i still know every single song from it by heart (disclaimer: i know it aired in the rest of the world too around that same time period)

oKAY SO FIRST OF ALL i had a lukewarm reaction to hearing that a new winx show would be produced by netflix: it’s good that the story can be explored further/in different ways (this applies to the changed target audience too), but i do not trust live action reboots. i also have noticed that netflix tends to uhhh do those badly, if sabrina or wtv is anything to go by... so i was skeptical but still... i was going to watch this new winx thing for sure (and if not the whole thing at least the first few episodes idk)

THEN THE TRAILER CAME OUT and oh my fucking god not only is it fugly, it also lets us know just enough to know the serie will be a fucking shit show

so let’s start from THAT - why does it look like it’ll be BAD!! cause it’s.......... bad... the tone is all wrong. or well idk man i guess it’s the tone they wanted but it’s Wrong. first of all it completely ignores the reason why winx was so loved to begin with (by all ages btw, not only by 5yos): the playfulness winx was bright and fast paced and funny by all means, even if it was cringeworthy puns and jokes thrown there to make the slightly older audience giggle. this new trailer makes the show feel as if fate takes itself already way too seriously! - it spoils a few things already tho we all knew by now that bloom is a fairy and that she and sky end up together, BUT!! it does so in a shitty ass way (aside from the dreadful cgi): bloom and sky seem to be already deep into that whole teen drama thing that netflix and everyone else seems to think it’s entertaining (noah fence to riverdale fans, but.... do they not know how badly that exact strategy impacted riverdale as a whole??? it’s bad writing sweety) it doesnt set the universe up whatsoever!! like obviously it’s a lot to do with just a trailer, but it doesnt take much to show that there’s multiple worlds and stuff in this universe and this does nothing but make us squint to try and make up the dark figures on the screen

but let’s go into the VISUAL ASPECT of this whole aberration of a “show” - the tone is too dark!! i’ve had this problem with probably every single tv show that has come out since 2013 or smth, but WHY CANT I FUCKING SEE!!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE NIGHT!!!!! WHY IS EVERYTHING POORLY LIT!!!!!!!!! WHY CANT YOU FUCKING USE A GOD FUCKING DAMNED BLUE LIGHT THAT YOU EDIT IN PP FOR NIGHT SCENES IF YOU LIKE NIGHT SCENES SO FUCKING MUCH, JESUS CHRIST ON THE CROSS HURIEFJDKLIFOHEUD hi im a film major and ive been taught how to film night scenes and while im not working in the film area (cause im taking another degree in the meantime) im pissed @ literally everyone in the entire film industry rn

- the CAST & costumes are something straight out of my deepest nightmares so let’s go in order like to start off with the fact that i dont want to hate any of the actresses cause theyre just doing their job: why the fuck are they like That > bloom isnt bad, but the expressinons she givs in the scenes from the trailer are all aloof-y and naive, it’s as if we’re seeing season 1 flora. bloom is a fiery, hot blooded character, where is that in her dead fish expressions???? why does she look confused as fuck??? blooms wardrobe is tragic. red on a redhead?? what is this, riverdale??? (again: nò fens) what was great about blooms OG wardrobe was that she was dressed in a contrasting palette!! light blue/red was DIVINE!! > stella is...... sad.... she’s literally the fanciest diva there could be and yall dress her up in some dumb ass palazzo pants??? like??? how?? when??? also BLACK????? on a fuCKING LIGHT FAIRY?????????? A *LIGHT* FAIRY!!! PRINCESS OF SOLARIA UHFJKDNJIJ shut up it’s as if they didnt even see the og show idk abut the actress shes in there for .2 seconds but im sure shes gonna play stella as a beauty guru vlogger influencer ig type and i hate it already, stella would be a campy fashion youtuber that does critiques, not a model. shes LOUD. > flora. my gay awakening. they whitewashed you. like i dont care that shes plus size or curvy or wtv, thats fine, that’s cool but WHY IS SHE...... NOT A LATINA..... LIKE SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE!!!!! she was inspired by JLo frejdknir porchasjdknmadonandhb i get that you want her to be curvier but there’s options to curvy that arent white 35 yo plus size women who get dressed in the clothes a middle school art teacher who got laid off would wear! WHERES MY CROP TOPS!! GIVE CROP TOPS TO MY PLUS SIZE QUEEN. i became what i am (gay) for her. gimme it. > aisha/layla. so first of all: shes called aisha, fuck that layla bullshit this aint start wars. what...... is.......... all that... im happy, like really happy that they casted a darker actress, thats something the og show didnt do well (cause they kept making aisha whiter as the seasons went by). but........ the rest of That... is atrocious.......... again: where’s the palette???? are we really giving a FLUIDS FAIRY A BLUE PALETTE???? groundbreaking. her og palette was Green and Pink and it worked PERFECTLY. and it works especially well on dark skin too (like most bright colors imo) why did they give her tHAT GOD AWFUL PLAID SKIRT THAT ONLY A COLORBLIND GRANDMA WOULD WEAR!!!! what’s with that bright dark blue???? bad! ugly!!! get it off.!!! it’s redundant and UGLY. > now... MUSA... they whitewashed my baby. my love. like okay, the og show was bad, i said it i’ll say it again, it wasnt good in any way, but it did give us representation during a time period when representation wasnt even remotely a requirement. there was aisha, black, flora, latina, and musa, asian (chinese to be specific cause it was like... explicitly said), and while it is a really basic 2000s take on diversity on screen, it still manages to be a more diverse cast than this fucking 2020 (TWENTY TWENTY) production manages to have??? how did this happen. so yeah im not even going to touch on musa’s disgusting costumes but just know that i despise them (shorts and a bomber jacket????? what mushrooms did they get themselves high with) > the specialists if theyre even called that in english all look like emo tiktok boys who do POV videos so im not.... not gonna say things... godspeed for getting the part and now something i am extremely angry about: WHERE THE FUCK IS TECNA where’s the women in stem rep? where’s the women with short hair rep? where’s the smart women who dont care about fashion rep???????? where’s the literally GNC WOMEN REPRESENTATION, NETFLIX??????????????? i could write a better rendition of winx club by hitting my keyboard with a hammer on beat with the og winx club opening song.

> the whole mood tho the whole mood is... disgusting... disheartening.... terrible who thought we as a generation needed more dark and edgy and gritty shows? cause theyre thousands of light years from where we fucking stand. winx club was campy and colorful and full of glitter and while im sure that wouldnt be anytingn but cringe today, im also asbolutely positive that THAT energy, that vibe, that colorful aesthetic that made you squirm because of how bright everything was would work perfectly right now, and it would fit amazingly in the needs of this gen z age group these people keep thinking theyre appealing their shows to. and theyre not, these shows are at best sad renditions of what neo emo 13yos want to see on tv, this is the new twilight at its worst and it’s fucking ugly. take it back.

SO YEAH I THINK IM SPEAKING FOR EVERYBODY WHEN I SAY: NETLFIX HIRE ME TO WRITE YOUR SHOWS OR PERISH

sorry for how long this was, peace out, anon

#winx club #rant #long post #Anonymous #this is almost 1.5k words of ranting please do not open it if youre not going to read it lmao #for your dash's sake

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thedreadvampy · 4 years

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I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about disability and neurodivergence over the past couple of years (I’ve actually just now accepted a contract to freelance write a section of policy on disability and ableism for my old workplace. I have done this because I hate myself and starting a new job with 1.5x the hours as my old one JUST WASN’T ENOUGH STRESS)

and I have decided I REALLY take issue with the concept of "disabled”. like. at all. I think the construction of “disabled people” is at the root of SWATHES of what’s wrong with our society and how we treat people with specific access or wellbeing needs.

like I think it’s basically fact at this point to take a postmodern approach and accept the common framing of “people are as disabled as society makes them” ie disability is a social construct and who is disabled is purely a matter of who society isn’t willing to work around as default (the usual example is short-sightedness, which historically was a substantial disability but is barely noticeable in a society where using adaptive tech for it is normalised)

but I wanna push it further because either EVERYONE is disabled or NOBODY is disabled imo. “disabled” is a broad enough category to be fundamentally meaningless. it’s a useful umbrella term for like...people whose physical and psychological needs and personhood are often diminished, overlooked or ignored, but it’s also very arbitrary and contextual what qualifies as a disability.

which is kind of what I’m saying about person-centred parenting (which. pinch of salt I am not a parent). EVERYBODY has special needs because everybody’s needs are different. And my experience has been that positing Capital-D Disabled as a specific, blue-badge-holding, Very Serious category, and limiting your concerns about access and wellbeing needs to disabled people is:

a) unhelpful to people who aren’t disabled per se but who benefit from specific accomodations (for a very trivial example, “having shit internet” isn’t a disability, but it’s still an access need that things like video transcripts, image descriptions and alternate communication routes will help meet) b) unhelpful to people who are “disabled-ish,” who don’t feel able to clearly identify as disabled, or who don’t know they’re disabled (which to be honest is so many of us because invisible disabilities, partial sensory or motor loss, and mental health problems make up the bulk of disabilities and those are often invisibilised or downplayed) c) unhelpful to “properly disabled” people, because it creates a huge othering effect. drawing a hard line between “normal” and “disabled,” or even imagining that that’s a line that exists, allows disabled people to be dehumanised or treated as the sum of their Tragic Suffering, as opposed to the Normal Abled People.

“Disabled” is, as I say, a useful generalisation/abstraction sometimes, but when we’re talking about actual material things (whether that’s material need or material change) it’s not a useful category. I honestly don’t think we can create a society which consistently confronts ableism while we’re trying to operate in a binary framework centred on “disabled” vs “not disabled” or “neurotypical” vs “neurodiverse”. We need to be willing to throw out the whole construction of “abled” and instead commit to handling needs without interrogating cause.

This DOES NOT MEAN that doctors, therapists, individuals, communities etc shouldn’t try to diagnose, treat or understand conditions, or that we should throw out the idea of labelling condition groups. It just means that we need to flip how we look at it, and take a descriptive not prescriptive approach. We need to understand that these labels (whether something as broad as “disabled” or as specific as “Ehlers-Danlos type 2″) are useful as groupings, but that the function of them is to give a general idea of what issues might arise and what might help.

Every person with, say, EDS type 2 is using that to refer to the same symptom grouping, but a) they’ll all manifest, experience and describe symptoms their own way and b) they’re all individual people with other shit going on in their minds and bodies, and so what helps one of them may absolutely fuck another up. And somebody who doesn’t have EDS type 2, but who finds using a wheelchair helpful, potentially has more in common with EDS patient A (who uses a wheelchair) than Patient A has with EDS patient B (who has no mobility impairment but huge digestive problems).

And like. ok. I’m not hearing impaired but I do have audio processing issues, so subtitles are really, really useful to me. I’m not, technically, disabled in that way. it would be dodgy for me to claim I was. but it’s still super useful for me to feel able to request that. and then we have to ask - where’s the line? I’m disabled because my knees are fucked at 27. but if my knees were in this state at 80 I’d be in rude health. but if I was 80, it would still be an absolute pain in the ass to climb 5 flights of stairs, even though contextually I am healthier than expected.

Or like...I was chatting to a pal about disability disclosure and all the little things you don’t notice affecting your life and therefore don’t report or ask for help with. I said “I have agoraphobia and there’s this like. physical resistance I have to push through to leave the house so I stand around going ‘oh no I have forgotten something’ because I’m procrastinating on having to go outside.” She said “oh I also do that but in my case it’s because I usually have forgotten something so I’m always paranoid.”

forgetfulness isn’t a disability (except when it is). and ultimately although the root is different the material impact is broadly the same. and the world is full of things we find hard that others find easy, but that may not be socially understood as disabilities. I just think we’d get a lot further if we took a solution-centred view on this. it does matter to me why I can’t leave the house, because how I handle it is affected by what the problem is. but it shouldn’t matter to eg my work why I need to give myself an extra 20 minutes to get out of the house (whether it’s agoraphobia, forgetfulness or something else) as long as we can, between us, figure out a workaround.

anyway that’s why I keep textdumping on that parenting post. because we shouldn’t have to ask “does my child have ADHD” or “is my child autistic” or “is my child trans” in order to justify finding ways for them to manage being restless, depressed, overwhelmed, manic, afraid, angry etc, or to let them wear what they feel right in and self-describe how they want to. It might be helpful to know if they’re ADHD/autistic/trans/whatever, because it can help you get ideas and resources for strategies, but it shouldn’t be necessary, and “because this thing is harmless and makes them safer/happier/calmer” is fundamentally a more important justification than “because they are autistic”

idk. treat people as people. try to do right by them. don’t build a hierarchy of Normal and Abnormal problems. just meet common needs and create space for people to express their needs without needing to disclose their whole medical history or litigate their disability status.

(TO BE CLEAR: in the current world legislation specifically related to defining disability as a protected characteristic and disabled people as at-risk/special interest groups are VERY NECESSARY. but in a world governed by an expectation of tailored accessibility and wellbeing approaches I think that necessity would at the very least be heavily reduced. and in communities trying to do more than the bare minimum to create an anti-ableist space I think the best single thing we can do is almost always to remove gatekeeping and disclosure barriers to asking for adaptations)

#none of this is stuff that hasn't been said 10000 times by people more experienced than me #but I'm just having a ramble

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