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jiecomic · 4 months ago

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Chapter 2- That’s him?

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"Perfect for what?" MK asked the Monkey King with confusion

"To be... MY SUCCESSOR!" Sun Wukong answered in the most dramatic way possible

" Uh... Are you sure you are the Monkey King? You've been cooked up in here for way too long…" MK was checking the monkey's condition as if he was sick " I think your brain went moshed up..."

At that moment Monkey King put MK on the ground with his tail "Listen Kid" Suddenly he started searching for something in the stock of garbage behind him " You fought demons- and you didn't die and you made it here!" He opened a back of dry peaches " Not anyone can lift my staff, but you did" and started eating them.

MK looked at him with even bigger confusion.

"But what about the DBK?!"

"Pff..!" Wukong laughed "You can handle it!" He said while still eating peaches on his cloud "Consider it's a trial!"

"But I-" MK looked down

With that Wukong had no other choice but to give a kid some words.

" Look, if you can lift my staff you can use it" He came to MK and put a hand on his shoulder "Just believe in yourself- even a snitch makes all the difference"

MK looked at his idol with much more relief in his eyes.

AAAND... just when Wukong was about to finish...

Chomp!

A little friend came for a visit.

" Em... Monkey King?" MK looked behind Sun Wukong "I think something is trying to eat your tail"

Wukong didn't even have to look behind him. He knew this pair of little sharp fangs and a sound of wagging tail.

"You...." He looked at Gou all pissed for ruining his moment

Gou on the other hand let go of his tail to bark, probably for him it was a hello.

In no more than 5 second Wukong had summoned his cloud, put Gou on it and gave him a ride to his home.

" IF YOUR OWNER WILL LEAVE YOU HERE AGAIN I SWEAR TO HEAVEN I'M GONNA...- he thought for a while- "LOSE HER WAGES!!"- "though I don't remember paying her anyway..." he muttered the last part to himself

After a while he remembered about MK.

"Ah right!- Sorry, can you remind me when we have finished?"

Hello I don't know if you remember but my name is Jie! In case you wonder who I am let me introduce myself...

You see, once I was a pretty powerful fox demon- Buuuuut for some reason the Jade emperor said that I'm a little bit too powerful and dangerous or something like that, anyway after that the not so good Jade emperor took away half of my power and e.t.c, I had some boring depression after that when suddenly I decided that it would be nice to start a second life!

I was doing pretty great!

Till I realised that I was not fully able to protect myself anymore... after a long, long journey I found myself a perfect place to call home, I spent hundreds years peacefully till the evil lady and her angry son said 'Let's summon the angry bull demon and destroy the city! “Hahahaha”

And I didn't like their plan since lately I too live in the city!

So, brave me asked Monkey King, my old enemy (not really an enemy though) to help me fight the evil guys! He agreed and took me in as his servant (which is really a great honour to me) just before telling me...

That instead of lifting a finger he is going to send some human boy with no experience at all, so to sum it up kids...

"I was scammed..."

"Jie, You're being delusional again" Said Monkey King after the demoness finished her monologue, it was hard to hear his words since he still didn't finish his pack of peaches "I had never deceived you, if anything you should be grateful!

After saying that, he looked at Jie's face which was wearing a suspicious expression mixed with all her complaints.

'What the heck am I supposed to be grateful for?!'- was what she wanted to say

"Think about it this way!" Wukong tried to ease the mood "You practically won't need to intervene in anything since MK will take care of it, after I'll teach him of cou-

He stopped when he noticed that Jie's face didn't fix itself but rather the opposite, now it was screaming 'What a bullshit!'

"A-anyway..." Wukong continued not so confident anymore "Can't you at least wait till you meet him?"

"I'm sure you'll change your mind once you see him! I'm telling you, this boy is a true diamond in the rough!"

"And what if he isn't?" Suddenly Jie spoke with a serious look on her face "What if he's not a diamond but just a normal stone?"

Wukong fell silent for a while but sent her a dissatisfied look to show that she's going too far, yet Jie ignored it and continued.

" Think again master, after spending thousands years with humans you should know it already but humans are wicked creatures, they tend to be greedy and unlike other species they have a changing nature"

"... You're right, but demons also tend to be evil and unlike humans- they rarely change"

This time it was Jie who became silent, she actually didn't have anything more to say so she just clenched her teeth and looked away admitting defeat. Seeing this Monkey King let out a long sigh.

"Listen, we know each other for long enough-

"One month"

"Let me finish!*ahem* Okay, since we already know each other for those long, tiring 4 weeks... Why won't you just trust my judgment for now. I believe in that kid!"

Jie calculated everything they've been saying a while ago

"Alright Master"Her voice was much calmer "When will I get the chance to meet that precious successor of yours?

BOOM!

Within a second a loud sound reached their ears

"How about now?"

Everything was turned into ruins.

Jie wasn't sure who caused more damage- DBK or this black haired boy who wielded Monkey King's stuff

She and her master were standing on the head of a robot watching the group of those new "heroes"

"Soo... what do you think?" Wukong asked as if he was waiting for an applause from the fox demoness

"Master, do you want my opinion?"Jie looked at him kindly

Monkey King didn't respond, but there were more stars shining around him, so Jie treated it as an approval.

"I think you're not in your right mind" Jie spoke without hesitation in a cold tone

"Wha-WHY?!"- Wukong was really shocked by her reaction

" Is that him?" Unlike him, Jie stayed as calm as at the beginning

" Yes"

"THAT'S HIM?!" There was this one tiny blaze of fury in her voice

"...yes?" Wukong felt that blaze on the back of his neck

" So you- ahem..!- Master, you want to tell me that your successor, the new Monkey King, is this mortal? And my peace lays in his hands?!" She pointed at a boy who was swirling the staff around him and making some 'hero' poses

The great sage for some reason started escaping the red, piercing gaze of a fox demoness. But then he remembered his position as her master.

" Well~ if you want to know, I've been keeping a close eye on him from a very long time- AND LOOK"- he started pointing at the boy, who was going somewhere with his friends "You see what he holds in his hands- MY STUFF!"

" Wow, the chosen of a stick" Jie didn't even care about her attitude towards her master "Beware of his power demons and builders" at the last word she looked around the ruins of the city

Monkey King was at the end of his patience. The times when Jie would use sarcasm where rare, but honestly's she was acting a hell of arrogant while using them. It can be said that it was her tricky fox nature switching on.

" Just give kid some time and you'll see for yourself"

Jie didn't expect such a calm answer.

Sigh

"Your right"

"Of course!- now go, make yourself some tea, feed your... pet and-

"I need to check for myself"

"W-What?!"

With that Jie disappeared leaving poor Monkey King with tons of unanswered questions.

"I wonder if I should worry about it?"

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#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk oc #lmk mk #lmk au #fox servant #jie #lmk fanfiction

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simstraterrestrial · 13 days ago

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My Sims Kingdom Inspired Legacy Challenge

Recently, with the re-release of the My Sims games, I've began feeling nostalgic about the series. I played My Sims Kingdom a LOT as a kid and I love how the main Sim's games constantly make references to the My Sim's characters/games. Then, while i was deliberating on how to make the sims 3 more interesting, I decided to mix two of my most beloved games, My Sims Kingdom and The Sims 3, to create a legacy challenge!

I took some inspiration from the Store World Legacy by florydaax with this version of the legacy challenge as it encourages your sims family to move to a new town every generation to simulate the wandolier visiting different islands.

Each Generation is named after an island from My Sims Kingdom and is accompanied by my suggested world for your sim to live in.

Generation One: Capitol Island (Sunset Valley or A Small Empty Island)

Wow, you can't believe this is happening! You won King Rolands contest and are dubbed a royal wandolier! Now, with a magic scepter in hand, you are tasked with helping sims around the world. Are you up for the challenge?

Traits: Brave, Friendly, Sailor

Lifetime Wish: Seasoned Traveler, Great Explorer (Or any lifetime wish that aligns with your career path)

Careers: Any Public Service Career or Explorer*

Rules:

Make this sim a witch (You can ignore this one if you don't own supernatural/don't want to play with supernatuals)

Reach the top of your Career

Befriend 30 sims

Complete 10 opportunities (Another sim must be giving you the opportunity for it to count)

Reach level 10 of 2 different skills of your choosing

*If you have World Adventure, being an Explorer can be your career. To fulfill the reach the top of your career while being an Explorer, you must explore all ruins and finish all WA questlines. To see the quests look under WA opportunities. Generic Opportunities don't count towards finishing your career.

Generation Two: Renee's Nature Preserve (Riverview or Aurora Skies)

Your parent's dedication to helping others inspired you. After moving to Riverview, you decided that you want give back to the world by opening an absolutely adorable nature preserve for all the animals around town! Get ready for a full house because your home will be jam packed with fuzzy, fluffy, and scaly friends!

Traits: Animal Lover, Vegetarian, Eco-Friendly

Lifetime Wish: The Ark Builder, Animal Rescuer, The Zoologist

Careers: Gardening and Collecting

Rules:

Have 2 cats, 2 dogs, and 2 horses be apart of the household (You can only adopt one of each pet and will have to befriend/tame a stray to add any other pets to your household)

Own a bull ride game

Collect at least 10 minor pets (They cannot be brought)

Have at least 5 caught fish living in a fish tank

Make you sim home a nature preserve!

Generation Three: Cowboy Junction (Appalooza Plains)

You spent your whole life caring for animals, but you know you were destined for something greater. As a child, you discovered your talent for cooking and decided that serving delicious meals was your destiny. So you packed your bags and made your way to Monte Vista! Except. . . you somehow got stuck in Appalooza Plains along the way. Despite the slight mishap, you won't stop chasing your dream.

Traits: Natural Cook, Neat, Technophobe

Lifetime Wish: Celebrated 5 Star Chef

Careers: Culinary

Rules:

Reach level 10 cooking skill

Reach level 10 gardening skill

Reach the top of the culinary career path

Learn every cooking recipe

Host 3 great dinner parties

Own the Bistro and Hogans Deep Fried Diner

Make your house look like a restaurant

Generation Four: Rocket Reef (Lunar Lakes or Oasis Landing)

TODAY'S WEATHER CALLS FOR A 100% CHANCE FOR SCIENCE!!! Everyone in that dingy old town is a boor and HAS NO RESPECT FOR SCIENCE!!! You are a GENIUS and should be treated as such!!! Of course, the next most reasonable course of action is hopping in a spaceship and heading to outer space!!! At least on another planet you won't be judged for your "morally questionable" experiments!

Traits: Eccentric, Bot Fan, Computer Whiz, Genius

Lifetime Wish: Become a Creature-Robot Cross Breeder, More Than a Machine, Monster Maker

Careers: Science, Inventor, selling plumbots

Rules:

Reach level 10 logic skill

Reach level 10 handiness skill

Reach level 10 bot building skill

Reach level 10 of science skill

Reach level 10 of science career

Build a simbot

Build a sentient plumbot and install the steel chef and competent cleaner chips into it

Have a bad relationship with your plumbot

Make your home a science lab!

Generation Five: Candypalooza (Starlight Shores or Isla Paradiso or Sunlit Tides)

Your parent's obsession with science was really crashing your style. Yeah, being smart is cool and all, but you wanna be the life of the party! That's why you packed up your turntable and made your way to Earth. Get ready everyone, you're about to paint the town in multicolor LED's!

Traits: Party Animal, Social Butterfly

Lifetime Wish: Super Popular, Resort Empire

Careers: Resort Owner or Nightclub Owner

Rules:

Reach level 5 of the DJ Turntable hidden skill

Reach level 10 of the Laser Rhythm-a-con skill

Reach level 10 charisma

Have 20 friends

Throw a party once a week

Create a 5 star resort or open a fully upgraded nightclub

Generation Six: Forest of the Elves (Dragon Valley)

How did you get here? One second you were playing sweet tunes in the club and now you're suddenly being told that you are the chosen one!? Recently, the unicorns have disappeared and the animals are acting strangely. The elves in Dragon Valley tasked you with saving everyone by bringing the unicorns back to Dragon Valley. Will you be able to rock out hard enough to bring these mystical creatures back home?

Traits: Virtuoso, Loves the Outdoors

Lifetime Wish: The Fairytale Finder, Rock Star, One Sim Band, Vocal Legend

Careers: Musician, Singer, Horse Rider

Rules:

Reach level 10 of guitar skill

Reach level 10 of riding skill

Reach level 10 alchemy skill

Cure 5 cursed sims with alchemy

Befriend a Unicorn

Build the temple of the woods (add a hot tub in the temple)

Generation Seven: Cutopia (Hidden Springs)

Living as the child of a legend, you were always treated like a princess/prince. Despite getting spoiled with gifts and praise constantly, you felt like you had a different purpose. The world just isn't as cute as you think it should be. So, you decided to solve this issue yourself by making the town cuter, one pink house at a time! Maybe, along your mission, you might find the cutest thing of all - LOVE!

Traits: Snob, Hopless Romantic, Irresistable

Lifetime Wish: Home Design Hotshot, Fashion Phenomenon, Heartbreaker

Careers: Fashion Designer, Interior Designer

Rules:

Reach level 10 of the painting skill

Reach the top of your career

Make each townie or home you work on cute

Go on 10 dates

Have your home be worth at least $100,000

Lock your heir for the next generation in a dark tower or basement and make them home schooled (You can't let the world know that one of your children aren't cute)

Generation Eight: Spookane (Midnight Hollow or Moonlight Falls)

You lived your childhood surrounded in darkness. During the time you were locked away, you thought about life and it's meaning. As a result, you took to writing poetry to express your feelings of melancholy. Once you became an adult, you moved to a place where the people understood you and gothic self expression wasn't shunned. Now you can live your life freely as a writer. . . or you can get revenge on everyone who has wronged you and cover the world in darkness.

Traits: Bookworm, Brooding, Evil (optional)

Lifetime Wish: Illustrious Author, Emperor of Evil,

Careers: Author, Criminal, Mausoleum

Rules:

Write 5 poetry novels

Make $15,000 from book royalties

Learn the recipe to make cookies

Have your sim discover the meaning of life*

*This rule is a goal for you to set for your sim and entire depends on what you believe the meaning of life is (e.g Having a big family, having a lot of friends, being sucessful, having fun, etc). This goal can be more than one thing.

Generation Nine: Trevor Island (Monte Vista)

Art has always enraptured you since a young age. Music, painting, sculpting - the form of art never mattered. What you especially loved most of all was theater. The drama! The emotions! It is all so glorious. You knew you were destined to be an actor after your debut role as Spagula in your school play. So, you moved to Monte Vista to fulfill your artistic persuits.

Traits: Star Quality, Charasmatic, Dramatic

Lifetime Wish: Superstar Actor

Careers: Film

Rules:

Be in the drama club in high school

Reach level 10 of the film career

Become a 5 star celebrity

Obtain a statue of yourself

Complete the local celebrity skill challenge

Write an auto-biography

Own the town theater

Generation 10: Academy Island (Twinbrook)

Education is the key to sucess! Your parent encouraged you to follow you passion like they did. As it turns out, education is your passion! Make straight A's, find love, join a club or two, become valedictorian, and then guide the next generation into sucess!

Traits: Ambitious, Nurturing, Neurotic

Lifetime Wish: Perfect Student, Big Happy Family, Major Master

Careers: Education, Daycare

Rules:

Make perfect grades throughout your school life

Reach level 10 for 3 skills

Enroll in university and obtain a degree

Adopt 4 child sims (Your sim may not have any biological children)

Home School all of your children

Build the perfect academy with a classroom, dorms, and headmasters office!

If you have any suggestions or changes, please give them to me!

I cross posted this challenge on the sims 3 subreddit here.

#Sims 3 #sims 3 legacy #sims 3 challenge #sims 3 legacy challenge #legacy challenge #my sims kingdom #my sims

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crackinglamb · 1 year ago

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WIP Whenever

Tagged by @fadedsweater (like two weeks ago, ack), @theluckywizard and @anneapocalypse, thank you all! 💕

Tagging @ir0n-angel, @effelants, @lilbittymonster, @the-desert-dancer, @chrideart, @fiadhaisteach, @mogwaei and @serial-chillr. No pressure.

Biggest WIP right now is getting my back where it's supposed to be. Preferably without torquing my leg muscles into pretzels. Which is why I haven't been writing as much as usual. HOWEVER, the muse returned after months away at the war and I've gotten back into a groove this week with WG. Have a bit of HLTA, Imogen style.

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“Ahh, a visitor,” a bodiless voice said, reverberating through the space. “Welcome, Imogen McLean. I have long been expecting you.”

Imogen stood tall, her hand halfway to her bow over her shoulder. “I told you that someday I would come, and I would cut you down to size.”

“I remember,” the voice of the Nightmare replied. “You are brave to enter this realm, and I salute you for it. But do not think I cannot feel your fear, even now. The fear of failure, of exhaustion and despair.” The demon laughed. It was a rich, rolling sound that felt like it should shake the ground, and yet it remained stable beneath her feet. “Come then, take your gift if you dare. I know you have sought it.”

“What is it talking about, Genny?” Hawke asked, her staff already held in her hands, ready at a moment’s notice to cast or swing like a cudgel.

“I’m missing the memory of how I got to Thedas. I’ve always known the Nightmare took it.”

“I took more from you than that, little fly,” the Nightmare taunted.

All at once she remembered Geldauran calling her that. A little fly caught in the web of something larger. Why is it always the Maker damned spiders? One of three last lines of a sacrificed Champion. It gave her strength now, feeling Hawke’s presence at her shoulder, while Solas stood at the other. Her friends gathered around her, fighting willingly at her behest. She was not powerless here. She would not give in to fear.

“Hmm, the very definition of bravery,” the Nightmare said as if she’d spoken the thought aloud. “But I am remiss, for you have brought company with you on this visit. The one who feels my voice creep up his spine into his head, the one who fears to mirror his past, the one who fears the opposite of death, the one who could not save anyone and...ah, yes, the harellan. Greetings.”

She ran the list through her head, identifying each member of her squad as their fears were named. Bull, Dorian, Terisin, Elly and Solas. The only one she wasn’t familiar with was Ter’s, but she could guess at it. Kal-Sharok had changed him, and now he was no longer a mere mortal. He would likely outlive everyone he knew and loved. Immortality was not a blessing, but a curse.

“Just words,” she said softly to her companions. “It wants to throw us off, make us think of these things so it can feed off them. Focus.”

“We once spoke on the nature of killing an idea, did we not, Inquisitor?” the Nightmare said. “It was an entertaining exchange.”

“I’m sure it was,” she called out into the expanse of green fog and glittering black stone. “But you will get no fuel from me now. As you might recall, I believe that was also when I told you that repetition dulls the experience of you. You have no power over me that matters.”

“Perhaps not. But you are not the only one here.”

“And you have yet to show your ugly face. Which one of us is afraid?”

#tagged #wip whenever #what a wicked game to play #imogen mclean #the nightmare demon #here lies the abyss

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ts3lightclan · 1 year ago

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(1.4) Old Friends, New Foes

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Skunktooth piped up all of a sudden, louder than he'd anticipated. As a result, the critter that Honeypurr had been stalking scurried away.

Oops. At this moment, Skunktooth felt lucky that his mate was so kind and understanding of him. All she did was sigh and stand back up.

"What, hunting?" She let out an amused 'mrrow'.

"No, I mean- I mean running off like this. We should've told Lightrunner, at least..."

"Lightrunner needs to get that burr out of her side." Though Honeypurr was clearly teasing, Skunktooth felt guilty that they were talking about their companion like this behind her back. "She's too paranoid. Worrying about this and that at all hours of the day... she should be grateful we're networking for her. She needs to rest."

"She's got plenty to worry about. Even without two of her clanmates going missing."

"And when we get back, we can tell her where we went. Sound good?"

Not really. Skunktooth refrained from voicing his concerns even louder. Doing so wouldn't change anything; at most, Honeypurr would just lightly bop him on the head and tell him not to worry so much. It had happened time and time again. His mate was stubborn as a bull, as usual. Even though it was one of the many reasons he'd fallen for her, it was a little inconvenient at times.

"I love you," He resigned simply, wearing a half-smile. This she-cat was going to be the death of him someday.

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Without consulting their new clanmates, Honeypurr and Skunktooth decide to visit their old friend, Rudd, at the farm. The pair attempts to hunt along the way.

They make it to their destination safely, but no-one seems to be around at the moment. They do, however, scent several cats they aren't familiar with.

Skunktooth accepts a headpat from Mr. McGreggor. Honeypurr has to remind him that they're wild cats now and aren't supposed to be associating with twolegs.

He promptly hisses and chases the twoleg away.

Instead of waiting for Rudd to return to the farm, Honeypurr makes the executive decision to return home instead. The two make it back to camp safely, but without much to show for their trip.

Magickit bravely hisses at a raccoon on the edge of camp. He is swiftly scolded for doing so and escorted back to the nursery while the grown-ups handle the situation.

The raccoon is easily driven away.

#lightclan!honeypurr #lightclan!skunktooth #lightclan!magickit #lightclan #warrior cats #warrior cats fanclan #the sims 3 #ts3 #the sims 3 challenge #warrior cats oc #legacy challenge #simblr #warriors #sims 3 warrior cats challenge #warrior cats legacy challenge #ts3 warrior cats #ts3 legacy

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elementalladymallorie · 1 year ago

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Small Moments and Small Gestures that Make a Home

Chapter 7-Stories and Tales We Tell for a Spell

We're here for Usopp's part now and the trivia is Animal Resemblance!

Word Count about 1K

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Story telling had become an art that Usopp thinks he’s mastered very well. It became a useful skill when he was minding the Usopp pirates on the slower days, and it was something he’d honed even further during his visits with Kaya.

He’d never get out of practice with it either. His audience had just changed to his crew now versus three children and a lonely heiress.

Chopper and Luffy were his constant audience, but the others would listen in when lazing on the deck, or if he’d come up with something particularly exciting.

It took a real sort of mastery though to tell a tale about his own friends without them completely realizing what he was doing. Robin probably knew from the start, or at least not long after the start.

It started one day when Chopper had seemed a little down. What had caused it was forgotten and unimportant now, but it was enough that Usopp wanted to come up with a tale that would perk the little reindeer up. He just had to find a clever way to not make it obvious that it was based on Chopper himself.

So, he made up a story about a small red panda, who was bright and kind but somewhat shy. He was brave and helpful and had found many friends on his adventures.

There was a cat that was clever and quick, and always managed to find some sort of shiny treasure whenever she was out. Nami always seems to perk up when he describes the baubles the cat managed to find or get out of trouble with her wits.

There was a horse as well, the oldest of them and a compassionate sort who always had a tune to drum out with his hooves. Brook delighted greatly in trying to come up with melodies that matched the stories.

The bull that accompanied them was strong, energetic and creative in a way that blew everyone out of the water. Usopp took a special sort of pride in the fact that Franky had started designing blueprints for an invention he’d made up to get the animal troupe out of a tight situation.

The crane that was a part of their group was smart, a wealth of knowledge that helped guide them, and she was a steady force in their group. Even if her knowledge could be delivered in the most unnerving of ways. Robin’s small smile let Usopp know she’d caught on to him fairly quickly, but she was enjoying these little tales all the same.

The tiger was strong, a loyal friend, and he was determined to overcome any challenge. He did have a bad habit of napping and getting into fights with another of their friends, but it was all forgiven by the end of the day. Zoro napped a bit closer, and maybe puffed up with pride at some of the tiger’s accomplishments.

There was a duck as well, who was quick with kicks and a chivalrous sort of animal. Creative in a different way, and one of the sneakier members while also being one of the first to jump into a fight, the duck could clash heads with others easily enough but would defend them just as easily. Sanji tried hard to hide his smile behind one of his cigarettes, when Chopper and Luffy had cheered at something particularly cool the duck had done.

There was a bear that had joined them much later than the rest, but he was still no less brought into the little group without many issues. He was noble and strong, and he had a dream as grand as the rest of them. It seemed to put Jinbei more at ease at how easily the bear was accepted and got a few chuckles for the adventures they’d encountered before finding this latest friend.

He even included a chameleon. A chameleon who was a bit of a coward, but who used his camouflage to pull off long ranged attacks while learning to be braver and braver everyday he was with this odd little pack of animals. Usopp tried to not feel too much pride or let himself get choked up whenever the chameleon was getting praised by his crew. He also tried not to get too annoyed at the more subtle glances from some of his friends.

There were also animals that had come and gone during their travels. The most prominent had been a dove who had been kind and selfless, but who had to leave and stay with her home for the foreseeable future. There was also a sheep, who had helped guide them on their way before having to retire from her job. She was followed, however, by a lion who had been grand and bright and carried them on well through the next legs of their journey.

The one that had brought them all together though was a monkey. An energetic monkey with a wide grin, and a wider dream, but he could be stoic and strong when it really counted. Somehow, whenever the story telling had a wide captive audience the entire crew would be sitting around Luffy, who’d be holding Chopper in his lap and sitting front and center while cheering and reacting the loudest of their lot.

Story telling may not be the most useful skill to have in something like a fight, or navigating a ship, though Usopp could make a case for how deception can throw off an opponent and allow you to get away with some amazing tricks. However, it’s still a skill that manages to help his crew and that means that Usopp is going to continue to practice and hone it until the day it’s no longer useful. Not something that he ever expects to happen given how much joy his friends seem to get out of his tall tales.

#one piece #one piece usopp #op usopp #strawhat pirates #nakamaship

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charlesandmartine · 2 years ago

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Wednesday 1 March 2023

The start of autumn today and two weeks before we have to start our journey home.

Longreach was only to be seen as an overnight stop to break an otherwise too long a journey. However it has been really interesting and sitting at the bar overlooking the main street on our high stools drinking Aussie beer we people watched, albeit a fairly quiet evening, all signs of life on the thoroughfare. Further up Eagle Street the cops were working a pincer movement on unsuspecting traffic, breathalyzing anything that moved. In cities folk predominantly drive town cars, saloons. In rural towns the SUVs take over. Out here in the outback the heavier trucks are almost universally used; bull horns to protect from kangaroo strikes, large 2 way radio antenna on front bumper, true off-road capability and of course 4WD. Still, our little tin SUV is fine on sealed roads pretty much but even these in the intense heat are buckling somewhat.

The motel was very different from most. It was called the Staging Post but the rooms were across the road in a stables layout but no parking allowed. Instead, where cars might have parked, old carts and vintage trucks are positioned in a casual nonchalant sort of way amidst seating areas. Very atmospheric. Longreach was on the Cobb& Co stagecoach route, and one such coach was on display across the road. This boneshaker would have carried 14 fare paying people from Longreach to Winton. Scary thought.

Longreach has some interesting stuff on offer. For us at this time of year it's very quiet, however in April the hordes shall appear. It seems Longreach is more on a tourist route than perhaps we thought. We were alone in the tourist information centre, but the nice lady said that come April she will be talking to 400 people a day! We asked for things to do in an hour and a half. Top is the Qantas Founder Museum. This was their first flight Operation Centre although it was founded in 1920 at Winton. Longreach today has a DC-3, a Super Constellation, Boeing 707 and more lately a 747. There's a runway next to the museum which provided the means of delivery for this huge 747, Spirit of Australia aircraft, however due to the lack of runway length, all seats were removed, only 2 very brave, optimistic or certifiable pilots aboard, sufficient fuel to take them to Townsville as a plan B and only used 2 engines on landing. In this manner they got it down and parked it under the canopy. It will never get out again. We had a look at the extremely quaint little railway station which runs trains twice a week from Longreach to Brisbane along narrow gauge track. We have never actually seen a train on this line but they assure us they do run.

Winton is our next stop for 3 nights and is also our furthest north west destination. It was 40 degrees in the shade on the 180km journey here. We sat on the Matilda Highway all the way, hardly saw another car and didn't pass through any towns, villages or even hamlet. Australian opinion about us visiting Winton varies from where's that, there's nothing there why go there, to great place. We have checked into the North Gregory Hotel which has had a slightly unfortunate history. To date it has burned down 3 times. We are being very careful to extinguish all fires we might light. To us Winton is a comly place. It came about when Englishman Robert Allen, a policeman from Aramac in Queensland resigned his post and decided to set up camp here in 1875. His camp was in a place called Pelican Waterhole (pelicans came to a waterhole there) and for a time he served as an unofficial postmaster and he soon tired of writing pelican waterhole so renamed it Winton, because it used less pencil and also after the town of his birth. He built a hotel and a business and lived happily ever after. Winton however is certainly a town of surprises. No other than Banjo Paterson who famously in 1895 wrote Waltzing Matilda. So in his honour there now stands in this fair town a Waltzing Matilda Museum and a commemorative statue to Banjo and also for all the swagmen who lie in unmarked graves. And so to the big one...

In 1999 David and Judy Elliott were mustering sheep when they came upon part of a femur of a Cretaceous Sauropod, as you do. More fossils were to follow. Then in 2005 again whilst mustering sheep again, this time nearby in Belmont, a whole load more were unearthed. We are going tomorrow on a half day red dirt tour bouncing along unsealed tracks to see these sites most importantly where actual dinosaur footprints have been discovered from 95 million years ago. You'd have thought someone would have swept up at sometime since then!

We have concluded the day with a jolly nice meal at the hillbilly pub across the road. Nice food, nice beer and fantastic flies.

ps The water here smells of a school chemistry lab. Very sulphuric but harmless they say.......

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yoroiis · 8 months ago

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Work had been, thankfully, scarce for the day - A result of Wriothesley's brilliant managing of Meropide, Astra didn't doubt. She'd never questioned how the previous administrator had done things, but it was enough to know Wriothesley's was better, by the mention of multiple people... And it was for that reason alone she'd approach him on the lower level of his office, reaching up to give his tie the slightest of tugs. Little work meant free time, and free time meant a chance to spoil her husband~!

"You know... I think a trip up to the surface is in order," the blonde stated, adjusting the tie in her hold with a sly smile. It would've been all too easy to guide him down for a kiss with a harder tug, but why do that when she could put a week-long plan into action instead? "A trip up to a cafe, a nice walk around the city... Maybe we could go see the Fountain of Lucine instead? It's closer-" By a lot, though she'd not mention that. An afternoon at the fountain wouldn't take them as far from Meropide as the city... Hmm, maybe she needed to reconsider her plan...

"The choice is yours, if you'd like to join me?" Regardless of how they spent their day, she was excited to spend it with him, rocking up onto her toes to lay a kiss to the side of his jawline. "How about it, Mr. Fellheart? May I take you out on a date~?"

"Oh? That's actually a brave turn of events for the day. And here I thought things weren't running smooth enough for you here to afford us leaving for that long. I mean, last time I suggest we go to the surface for a little sunshine, you promptly handed me a stack of papers as tall as the Fountain itself and told me 'only after you go through each and every one of these...then maybe-' Remember? "

Okay, so that'd been a tease. The sly grin Wriothesley was wearing as his expression would hopefully tell Astra that much, too -- but he couldn't help it! She so very rarely suggested they go to the surface for fun that wasn't meetings with her parents that the Duke forgot that Astra still did enjoy seeing the overworld for herself.

The were both free citizens, too, so a date to prowl around the surface like two ordinary Fontainians for awhile wasn't beyond the scope of things they could do. If Wriothesley were being honest with himself, he'd almost started to miss the feel of a good day's worth of sunshine anyway, so he'd take Astra's suggestion and run with it!

"If we're leaving the Fortress for awhile though, then I want some tea. I'm running out of some kind in my stash and I hear there's a good Bulle Fruit and dried Marcotte variety going around right now that we need to try. Maybe after that, we can do some city sightseeing, visit whatever cafe you choose for lunch, and then circle back around the see the Fountain of Lucine before we head back to the deeps."

"But you're also the date planner here, too! So I'll do whatever Her Grace decides."

#thundertide #⬩⬩⟢ ic: wriothesley #⬩⬩⟢ mail #[ these two are such teases when they wanna be #it's great <3 ]

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writer59january13 · 1 year ago

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Unrequited car rearing paramours of yesteryear

Ford score and...Chevy five years ago,

my Model A strapping handsome big bro,

(who sped like one speeding Triumph font lee, crow), wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with bold face observers whistling Geronimo (Holy Jeep), this meant war whooping Comanche

decked out as armadillo kicking up red feathery

colored dust devils rivaling the fastest Alfa Romeo (while choking, gagging, loo sing russett sputum flecked with true grit mouthful size of Colorado) easily mistaken for masked Zorro speeding across rugged

terrain of Durango,

ah recall and reminisce, and if cup ear just so can still hear (albeit faintly), a toy Yoda Echo

wing nsync with Lake Woebegone prairie home companion, the little known no nonsense visiting drag queen racer Noah N. Gin poe

cur face (born that way) originally from Malibu, a beautiful Corvair with Corsair, now resembling groveling growling Gremlin, in slow-mo

what with his Smashface ugly enough to scare Apollo

the ghost of David Buick, a poor entrepreneur, who never did make good profit re: Coupe, and could not Dodge nor shoo

away, the Stealth fearsome curse of Aries nibble Viper moo

ving fast as greased lightning, (whereby an Eagle Talon flashed like Spitfire akin too Austin-Healey Sprite) full Caprice out of the (sir really yon) blue

celestial vault outer limits, hue mans avoided only

brave Caravan Voyager Goo Goo

Doll dared (only fools rushed in, ignoring, and dodging Fiat, where angels feared to tread), a Motley Crue

shielded with Fisker Karma (credit), no matter last payments way overdue

sought out (with Escort in tow) - actually two

yup, that ever elusive Holy Grail, thus needed to Focus with much ado about nothing, while

brows scrunched – mad as Jew pitter by Zeus snorting like angry red Taurus bulls - do

tee fully kicking up Tempo

like nobody's business ready to serve their Mazda at heart,

a Legacy Sub (burr rue) tricked up as a gnu that's all Volks-wagon bidding adieu before I Escalade from ridiculous to the sublime.

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maxdurden · 2 years ago

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Sleep now on the Bed that so Feigns my Breath

read it on ao3 here!

Story: Braved by your Heart's Resolve

Chapter: 2/? "Sleep now on the Bed that so Feigns my Breath"

Characters: Telemachus of Ithaca, Peisistratus of Pylos, Athena, Polycaste of Pylos, Nestor of Pylos, Thrasymedes of Pylos

Pairing: Telemachus/Peisistratus

Summary:

“It is a great honor to host you here, son of Odysseus.” Nestor said as the wine was poured. “We must give thanks to the gods, and Athena above all, for your safe journey here. Come dawn, we will sacrifice a young heifer to her.” With this promise, he poured another libation into the basin near his throne.

Peisistratus watched quietly from where he was seated across the room. A serving girl poured him a drink, eyes cast downwards. She served Polycaste last of all. The princess’s eyes never once left Telemachus. He looked handsome in the firelight, as he had in the light of day. The goddess’s favor was distant, now. He did not appear otherworldly, or intimidating. If anything, Peisistratus thought he looked better like this. Athena forgive him, but Telemachus did not need her presence or favor to make him look kingly.

He bowed his head in reverent thanks. “It is an honor to be hosted by you, King Nestor.” His voice was pleasant. It filled the room in the way kings’ voices were meant to. As they all took turns pouring their own libations, Peisistratus felt jealousy simmering somewhere deep within him.

(also a quick note! it's finals season and i have, no exaggeration, roughly one six+ page paper due daily for the next week or so. so, um, updates might be slow for a hot minute!)

The cool stone walls of Pylos’ palace were familiar to Peisistratus, to the point of monotony, but he could still sympathize with how they might be overwhelming to a newcomer. From his understanding, while frescoes commonly decorated the walls of ornate Mycenaean palaces, they were nothing like this. Nestor had, at times, complained about visiting the palaces of other great kings.

He would pause in his retelling of his first meeting with the great warrior Achilles, to remark, “The walls there are hung with imposing tapestries, which are so well woven they must bring all of Phthia pride. But the walls themselves—more bare than not! It is a great hall, to be sure, and King Peleus was right to be proud of his high roofed house and glorious son, but the plain stone of his walls should put any man to shame. I offered to send our best artists to Phthia post-haste—the men who learned from those commissioned by my great father, Neleus himself. He declined, his mind no doubt preoccupied with the thoughts that dominate men in times of war—honor and legacy and the like…”

Pylos’ palatial floors and walls stood in stark contrast. The floors, paved with stucco and stone and, even at times, carpet, was a grid of vivid colors. It was a testament to Neleus’ power that he could build such a kaleidoscopic hall, rivaling even Iris’ own colors. It was the kind of vanity which their people venerated; a subtle way of elevating oneself among the gods. One had to be careful how they approached such hubristic projects, but Neleus had been a wise man. He would have never boasted blasphemy himself, but his great palace spoke for itself. The gods have never created anything like this. But the great King Neleus has.

The frescoes which decorated the walls honored the gods. It was best to avoid their jealousy outright, and to honor them with such an impressive construction was a clever solution. Men and women dressed in the vibrant colors of nobility led bulls toward the slaughter on the walls outside the throne room. It was a depiction of the very festivities which were still concluding outside the palace walls.

Leading his guest through the grand halls, Nestor said none of this. He beamed with pride, and Peisistratus knew he did not have to. Telemachus, or any man visiting the palace, would have to be a fool to miss its splendor. His eyes were too busy flicking from the vibrant floors to the painted walls to settle on Peisistratus as they had before.

Ithaca, it was said, was a kingdom of rocks and goats. Peisistratus had never been himself, but he had heard it discussed. He tried to imagine it now, but could not. It must have been nothing like Pylos, a bustling city rich in trade.

Fire light flooded the rest of the megaron from the throne room. It was lit by a large, circular hearth in the center, colored by the spiraling and geometric designs Peisistratus was sure he could trace by heart. Great columns stood around the fire like guards, holding the second story of Nestor’s own high-roofed hall. From the balcony, which framed the fire from above, the curious faces of servants peered down at the arriving royal family and their new guest. Word had no doubt already spread that there was a new arrival. Nestor had sent servants running ahead to ready the palace for a guest.

Before Nestor could sit in his great throne, serving girls were already waiting with honeyed wine in pitchers. High-backed chairs bordered the grand room, and Thrasymedes was first to take his seat. It was, as always, to the right of their father. Telemachus was invited to take the seat of an honored guest, to the king’s left.

Peisistratus watched as the prince of Ithaca accepted graciously, bowing his head in well-earned reverence to the old king. Looming over him was a mural of a man holding a blazing white lyre. A bird flew from him, a sign of the gods’ favor. The tales of Orpheus were well known to most. A gentle hero and a doomed love. A journey to the underworld was the greatest feat a hero could accomplish in the stories Peisistratus had heard growing up, and Orpheus had done it all without bow or blade. The griffins and beasts depicted on the walls appeared to dance in the firelight, eternally honoring the great bard’s song even now. As Nestor was a great storyteller, so too was his palace.

He was not unseemly himself. He was from an impressive line of kings. In many ways, he looked like his brothers and father. He had the same dark hair, cropped short. It curled at the nape of his neck and around his ears. His skin was tanned from long days in the sun, commanding scores of troops with nothing better to do than run pointless drills. His great-grandfather’s godly legacy was not lost on him, either.

But Telemachus, and his father Odysseus before him, were born of the gods of old as well. The way firelight glinted in Telemachus’ eyes reminded Peisistratus of their people’s trickster god. His father had often bragged about the divine lineage of kings with whom he fought side-by-side at Troy. Odysseus, he had said, was the grandson of the messenger of the gods, Hermes. Peisistratus could see it now, in the soft upturn of Telemachus’ lips, or the curious way his hands failed to still themselves as if they longed for something to occupy them.

To distract himself, Peisistratus took a long drink from his golden cup. Nestor was speaking again, this time to give Telemachus a stern warning, “Don’t rove from your home too long.” He was saying, despite having just encouraged the prince to travel to Sparta. “Those men you leave in your home are a craven sort. They very well may carve up what’s left of your home and holdings while you are absent, leaving it all unprotected…”

Polycaste beside him knocked against Peisistratus’ arm with her elbow and leaned over toward him. “He would make a good match for me, don’t you think?” She had only had one thing on her mind all day. Not even the appearance of the daughter of Zeus had shaken her resolve.

“And let him tote you off to Ithaca?” Peisistratus scoffed under his breath. “Who then would save me from Aretus and his terrible banality?” It was only half a jest. It was hard to imagine life without his sister by his side, but he felt certain it would be infinitely more dull. The two of them had kept each other entertained their whole lives.

Pisidice, their eldest sister, had already been married off and carted away to another king’s palace. She resided still in Messenia, and they so rarely saw her. Ithaca was further away by leagues.

“I would bring you with me.” Polycaste teased. “Take you as part of my dowry, along with golden cups and fine fabrics.”

Peisistratus laughed, shaking his head. Suddenly, he felt the weight of those eyes again. His own snapped up to make eye contact with Telemachus, whose attention had slipped from Nestor back towards the two of them. Aretus, too, was looking their way, but he was glaring.

With a huff, Peisistratus sat up straighter and schooled his face back into an impassive mask. He retrained his eyes on his father, who had not wavered at the sound of his son’s laughter ringing through their great halls. “I think, for now, it is time for rest. There will be time for planning and reminiscing all the more when Eos brings her light.” He said. It was a relief that the storytelling would not stretch on long into the night. “If, come morning, you decide to travel to Sparta to visit the great King Menelaus, I will send my son, Peisistratus, as your companion. It will be his bedchambers where you will rest tonight.”

Peisistratus felt his heart leap with excitement. This was his second prayer to be answered that day, alone. Quietly, he promised the gray eyed goddess that he, too, would give some kind of sacrifice before leaving for Sparta. Nestor gestured toward him and he beamed with pride. It was not often that he was singled out by his father, and this felt as though he was being entrusted with something crucial.

If Telemachus was pleased by this news, or in fact if he had any kind of feeling about it at all, it did not show. He bowed his head again. “Thank you, lord. Your generosity with which you host no doubt brings the favor of Zeus upon your entire household.” It was a pretty bit of flattery, a wise thing to say at the time. Peisistratus felt the sour taste of envy again. He should have thought to say something when he was named by his father.

It was too late by then. Nestor was pleased with his guest’s show of gratitude. He promised again that they would sacrifice to the gods the next day before dismissing his children.

The halls beside the megaron were far darker, and not half as well adorned. The walls and floors were still colorful, but without any artistic renderings of heroes or great beasts. They were long and dim, leading towards the staircases which one could follow to the bedchambers. Peisistratus ducked into one before Nestor was quite ready to let go of his shining guest. Polycaste followed, and nearly tackled him once they were out of sight.

She let out a shrill, squealing sound that Peisistratus knew well. He laughed as she took his hands and bounced up and down. At times he thought someone looking at them would have to think he was the older of the two of them. “He is going to bring you with him!” She insisted eagerly. “You’ll put in a good word for me, won’t you?”

“I will.” Peisistratus smiled. “I will tell him that you are a handful and a terror on your best days.”

Polycaste gasped. “A good word, Peisistratus.” She scolded.

“You would have me lie, then?” It was the way of siblings, to try and get under each other’s skin like this. Something about Telemachus taking Polycaste back with him to Ithaca left Peisistratus uneasy. He would be a good husband, certainly, but it would mean never seeing his sister again.

Polycaste opened her mouth to let fly her rueful retort, but was cut short when a shadow appeared from the doorway into the throne room. Telemachus was imposing with his face cast in shadow.

“You are Prince Peisistratus, are you not?” His voice was hushed, uncertain. It was nothing like the stoic impression he had projected while the goddess walked with him, or even the charming prince he had been when speaking with Nestor in the throne room. He sounded most like he had when he had insisted he would never be accompanied by a god, young and inexperienced. It was a crack in his facade that left Peisistratus wondering: Why make Telemachus a champion of the gods and not him? But he could not pretend not to understand. He had seen the way Telemachus composed himself in front of kings and gods. Some men were born for greater things than others.

“I am.” Peisistratus said.

“Good.” Telemachus seemed, for the first time, to notice Polycaste. He stepped in from the throne room, allowing light back into the hall. The cut of his jaw was more dramatic in this lighting, making him appear like all sharp angles and swirls of auburn hair. When he smiled in greeting, Peisistratus heard his sister let out a breathless sigh. He thought to himself that this was the noise people made when hit by one of Eros’ arrows. “You must be one of Nestor’s lovely daughters. My apologies, I did not catch your name.” He was the same Telemachus who had spoken to their father, now, all charisma and confidence and wit.

“Polycaste.” She introduced herself. Peisistratus did not have to look at her to know she was smiling, he could hear it in her voice. “I must be going.”

It would have been unbecoming for her to stay and talk longer with the prince without their father’s permission. With that, she turned and disappeared down the hallway. Peisistratus listened to the sound of her sandals on the stairs as he tried to read Telemachus’ expression. He was charming but Peisistratus could not tell if it was for genuine interest in the Pylian princess or not.

“I am tired.” Telemachus said suddenly. “If we are to leave for Sparta tomorrow, it would be wise to rest well tonight.”

“You have decided to travel to Sparta, then?”

“I have yet to find answers, so yes.” Telemachus almost sounded irritated that he’d be questioned.

Peisistratus tried to imagine what it might have been like, if his father had never returned from Ilium, but Nestor’s return had been quick and safe. He had been shepherded home quickly by his grandfather, he who holds the earth. For the first ten years of his life, Peisistratus’ father had been a ghost. Stories of his exploits filled the halls, serving girls followed instructions left by him years ago, even from across the sea his name alone commanded respect. But Peisistratus had been unable to put a face to the name which weight he bore. How many times had he introduced himself as Peisistratus, son of Nestor, while Nestor was still a stranger to him? His mother had told him stories and Echephron had spent hours listing off everything he could remember about their absent father and brothers, but it was never enough. Peisistratus had sought out whatever vestiges of Nestor remained in his palace like a desperate scavenger. Once, his mother had scolded him for sneaking into the old soldier’s armory and stealing one of the few spears he had left behind. When he tried to envision what another ten years of living like that might have been like, he could not.

“Good.” Was all Peisistratus said in response. He turned towards the smooth, stone stairs at the end of the hall.

Walking through the heavy silence between them made the path to his room feel much longer than it really was. Telemachus did not hide his awe as well, now that they were alone, perhaps he felt he did not have to. Peisistratus was not some legendary king for whom he had to perform.

They passed a mural of a war. Men attacked each other at the crossing of some river or stream. Peisistratus was sure his father had told him the story it depicted, before; Pylians fighting Heraclidae, or the Elians. Telemachus stared at it in quiet wonder before having to speed his steps to once again catch up to Peisistratus, who did not stop to humor the other prince’s distractibility.

Peisistratus’ own room was relatively plain. Some tapestries hung on the walls, depicting scenes of great heroes. One had been gifted to him from his father, upon his return from Troy. It had been torn from the walls some time after they had waited in the famous horse and taken the city. The mastery of the weavers who pieced together the scenes on them must have been great.

Apollo and Poseidon schemed on the fabric, Leto begged at the great thunderer’s feet, and the two gods were cast from Olympus. The bottom half of the tapestry was taken up entirely of the Trojan wall itself, which his father and his brother’s in arms had broken through after ten long years. The two gods, serving penance for their treason, carried bricks at the very bottom.

Peisistratus knew the story well. His father had told it to him, when he was first given the tapestry, and it pleased Thrasymedes to brag that Poseidon, their great ancestor, had helped them tear down the very walls he himself had built.

The prince’s arms were carefully laid apart, left neglected for the long day of festivities. To the side stood his corded bed, bands of hide stretched across the frame, covered in fine skins serving as blankets.

“Will the servants not bring a pallet or something?” Telemachus spoke again, for the first time since the hall.

Peisistratus turned to him and raised an eyebrow. It was an odd question. It was not uncommon for noble guests to share beds with the princes. Besides, Peisistratus had been raised with brothers. He had many times fallen asleep in the same bed with Aretus after their mother told them some story, or shared a bed with Echephron after a particularly harsh nightmare when he was younger. He could not understand what the other prince, raised in the isolation of rocky, guestless Ithaca, might have been troubled by.

“The bed is not as small as it seems.” He said, assuming that comfort was Telemachus’ chief concern.

He was met with silence. Peisistratus was eager for bed, and made a move to pull off his tunic. Only then did Telemachus speak again, interrupting him.

“I wanted to ask you.” He blurted out, again sounding utterly unsure of himself. Peisistratus turned to him with a frown. His hands were fidgeting again but, now, it appeared more like a nervous quirk than some godly inheritance. “You appeared angry on the beach. I wanted to know why.”

Peisistratus paused. “I apologize if I was not an honorable host.” He said, thinking that this was what Telemachus meant. His pride chafed against his apology—he had been a perfectly amenable host for his part—but it was best not to risk angering Zeus.

“No, that is not the problem.” Telemachus insisted. “There is no problem. I was only curious.”

Where Peisistratus had expected double edged words, there were none. His frown deepened, but he nodded slowly. “Did you believe what you said, about the gods never coming to your aid?” He asked suddenly.

Telemachus looked sheepish. It wasn’t an expression Peisistratus would have been able to fit onto his features before seeing it himself. Yet, it was nice. It softened his eyes, which looked away bashfully. “I did.” Despite how embarrassing it might have been, he was honest. “I suppose you must think I am a fool. Would that Athena had seen fit to smite me for it.”

Peisistratus laughed, despite himself. “She is not so fickle.”

“You are right. Apologies.”

“No need. I will not smite you on her behalf.” He waved away any concern, and Telemachus smiled. It was not the same shining grin he had given Polycaste, but some shy, lopsided thing. That he was descended from Hermes, giver of charm, was not hard to believe. Peisistratus tried to recall his resentment from earlier, but it was much harder to feel while alone with him. “We should get some rest.” He insisted, shaking off thoughts.

Telemachus nodded quietly in agreement, but made no move to prepare for sleep. Sand from the beach still clung to his tunic. It rubbed against his skin and no doubt got stuck in his curls when he pulled the garment off. He shook it off unceremoniously before draping it over his low-backed chair. He did not envy the serving girls who would be tasked with washing sand from the entire royal family’s wardrobe.

After an entire day of feeling Telemachus’ eyes on him, Peisistratus found it hard to ignore the way the prince’s gaze avoided him now. He suddenly seemed invested in the bed, then the tapestry of Troy’s walls. He said nothing about either sudden interest, only carefully inspecting each one and meticulously avoiding looking up. Peisistratus thought it was strange, but said nothing of it. For now the only conclusion he had the energy to reach was that Prince Telemachus was strange.

Without a word, Peisistratus climbed into his bed. A long day in the sun had sapped the energy from him. He could tell that sleep would come quickly to him. It occurred to him, after several long moments of watching Telemachus’ back dragged past, that perhaps the Ithacan prince might move again if he pretended it already had.

After closing his eyes, Peisistratus waited patiently for Lord Hypnos to steal away his consciousness. It took longer than he might have thought and, instead, he listened to the silence until it was interrupted by the shuffling of feet. The familiar sound of fabric pulled over the head came next, and Peisistratus felt curiosity prickling at the back of his eyes. He chanced a glance through lidded eyes, catching a brief glimpse of the muscled back of Prince Telemachus. The chamber was shadowy, and looking through his eyelashes further impaired his vision, but it was clear to Peisistratus that he was looking at the kind of man who was carved into marble and painted on amphorae.

When Telemachus turned toward the bed, Peisistratus closed his eyes once again.

Warmth spread across his back as Telemachus settled into bed. The bed was not small, as Peisistratus had said, and their skin only barely brushed against each other when Telemachus shifted to get comfortable. He expected the new found warmth to bring on sleep more quickly. There was a gentle, steady rhythm in Telemachus’ breaths, so close that Peisistratus could feel the air of his exhalations pushing softly at the nape of his neck.

But something about the closeness, being so near to someone and not touching, suddenly made Peisistratus feel as if he had never been tired at all. The woody, earthen scent of cypress and almond oil filled Peisistratus’ lungs, like soil just after rain in the early summer months. The smell of the sea, salt and summer breeze, still clung to Telemachus’ skin, too.

Peisistratus opened his eyes again, when he failed to drift off, and stared at the smooth stone wall across from him. When he did close his eyes again, images of fire dancing in eyes and the dark outline of a well-muscled body flashed before him. He tried to distract himself from those thoughts, and stop himself from ruminating on the comfortable warmth at his back, by thinking of traveling to Sparta. But the anticipation, and a growing list of things he would have to do the next day before they could leave, weren’t particularly calming.

When sleep did finally come for Peisistratus, it was fitful and brief.

#pls enjoy my over researched fawning over nestor's palace at pylos disguised as a chapter of fanfic #i am not kidding that while researching for this chapter i stumbled upon a very helpful academic paper--written by my actual mythology prof #just‚‚‚ really incredible stuff all around #telestratus #telemachus #the odyssey #peisistratus of pylos #greek mythology #fanfic #bbyhr #braved by your heart's resolve

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hrodvitnon · 2 years ago

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Of all the things Maddie had expected after finding herself turned into a Titan, being asked out on a date hadn’t been one of them. And yet, here they were.

“Manda, are you asking me on a date?” she’d pointedly asked. Manda, always a nice boy with a mischievous streak, appears flustered by her direct question. It felt so odd to see something like shyness apparent on the bestial dragon face. “A date? What’s that? Some kind of fruit?” An awkward chuckle. There were so many human details and characteristics he had picked up by being raised with Vivienne as his mother, that was something Maddie had realized through the year or so after she’d gained the ability to speak to him.

Maddie tilts her head, the best she can do now that she no longer had eyebrows to raise (she tries her best to not think about how many small human things she can no longer do).

“You asked me if I’d like to go squid hunting with you tonight.”

“It’s beautiful!” Manda insists. “And not so gross, I swear. When all the squid are flashing their lights at once, wow, it’s something. I really want you to see this with me.”

She nods slowly. Hmm-mm. Okay, she’ll take the bait.

Imagine Manda preparing to ask the girl he likes on a date though...

It's quite a surprise to see Manda visit their nest; he's grown up a lot since striking out, all serpentine and elegant with fierce antlers crowning his head, tendrils fanning out like wings at the sight of his fused mother and uncle. They rub heads together in greeting.

"Look at you! You've traded your spots for antlers!" Monster X bull-coughs out a laugh.

"Where's Pa and Keeta?"

"They're over at Mount Fuji. I can give them a call if you like. What brings you back home all of a sudden?"

Suddenly Manda's countenance turns somewhat awkward; for all his monstrousness, the way his eyes move is telling of how he was raised by a half-human parent.

"No reason," he evades.

San chimes in. "You know we can see when someone's lying..."

"What? No you can't!"

"Well, it's more like seeing the electrical pulses in someone's body spike, but it's basically the same thing. Come on now, don't make me tickle it out of you!"

"Okay, okay!" Manda's tendrils lay flat along the length of his body. "There's this... girl. Who I like."

Hilariously, Monster X flops down to lay on their belly and rests their head in both hands. "Ahhh, my boy's all grown up! Well, who's caught your fancy?" Monster X looks up at their son with the starriest look their impassive skull face can manage, kicks the air with their feet.

A beat.

Manda takes a breath and braces himself. "It's Madison."

Another beat. A long beat.

Monster X stares at him in disbelief, then scrutinizes him, and suddenly this is one of those times Manda wishes his parent had a more expressive face; that way he can at least tell whether their squinting is good or bad. Or maybe they really are just using their electro-eye-whatever powers to see if he's telling the truth, which he is.

"...Well," they finally reply. "Honestly, I don't know what else I expected. It's not like there's anyone else your age on this planet... but at least it's not Tiamat. But I am obligated to ask what your intentions toward her are; she's like family to me."

"I don't have Tiamat-like intentions!" Manda says a little defensively. "I just... I like her a lot. I feel happy just being with her. She's so smart and funny and brave..."

Monster X knows he's earnest because of the very particular way aquatic Titans "blush" -- bioluminescence trails gently along his body and up the tips of his fluttering tendrils, to say nothing of his expression turning soft and dreamy. He looks for all the world like a boy in love.

Monster X smiles gently and sits up, preparing a mental list of suggestions for Manda to properly court a girl.

#tardisspacemug #mandazawa #biollante!maddie #monster x!graham

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years ago

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kinktober - day seventeen

tendou satori - overheard

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list

NSFW warning featuring: mutual masturbation, dubcon, tendou overhears u and decides to join the fun wink wink, very very light dom tendou/sub reader other tags: neighbors to friends to lovers, a lot of exposition, tendou works at a bakery isn’t that cute

gender neutral reader word count: 2745

Thin walls.

Tendou had come to realize that was the reason his apartment’s rent was dirt cheap.

He’d noticed it a year ago on the second day he moved in; his hearing was far too perceptive to not notice every creek in someone else’s floorboard or knock against a neighbor’s wall, but he could hear much more than that from any adjacent apartment.

The person in the apartment to his right was out of their mind to think their singing in the shower sounded anything other than torturous. The person above him had two dogs that made about as much noise as a bull. The guy across the hall talked to himself, a lot.

And the person to his left was you. He didn’t hear much from you, at first. You were a couple of years older than him; pretty and sweet and kind to the core. An ideal neighbor, if you asked Satori, and a good friend in recent months. He’d lend you laundry detergent when you needed it, and you’d invite him over to have tea as a thank you. He mentioned he worked at the bakery at the end of the street, and the next day you made good on your promise to visit him at work and try anything he recommended. When you realized you both had the same taste in comics, you started your own mini book club, using each other’s collections as your personal libraries, and spending hours discussing the intricacies of a single page.

You were close by, and he thought that maybe that was why you had become such good friends so quickly. You liked his taste in books and he liked the way you made his tea, and silent moments with you in your apartment were just that. He’d gotten comfortable with your presence before he ever realized it, long before lingering touches or caught stares or shared secrets.

Maybe it was the night you fell asleep in the middle of watching his favorite movie that he finally put it all together; when the only noise you had made in an hour was a weird snore that made him laugh loud enough to wake you up as you stayed sleeping anyway.

Your head fell against his shoulder as the credits started playing, and he was ready to sit there all night.

“It was good,” you mumbled, having woken up without him realizing.

“Was it?” he asked, and he lifted his arm and draped it over your shoulder, and you just curled into him.

“Mhm. Really liked it, Satori.”

“I’m sure.” He laughed, and you laughed, too, and he felt warm without noticing it. He was so in his place that he didn’t even know. He could laugh with you and pull you closer to him and press a kiss onto the side of your head, all without thinking, because he didn’t need to.

But the moment shattered at the sound of a baby crying from an apartment down the hall, and it pulled Satori right back down to earth. Like he’d been suddenly reminded of the existence of everyone else in the world, realizing that it wasn’t just the two of you and this one room.

His arm around you felt heavier. Your hand on his leg was burning. He realized the kiss was probably too far, and so he offered to go and let you sleep. You pressed further into him, seeming to contrast the fact that you didn’t decline, and Satori soon returned to his apartment to find a collage of questions waiting for him.

Up until recently, you were just a neighbor. And then you were just a friend, until you weren’t - until he realized he was happier with you than he was anywhere else.

As his heart grew fonder for you he found himself paying more and more attention to every noise he heard coming from behind the wall he shared with you.

Soon, he knew the routine you followed every night. He could hear it.

As soon as you got home from work, you turned your music on and played it loud. The songs weren’t much of his taste at first, but he learned to get used to you playing songs you loved on repeat. And he’d do nothing but smile as he listened to you listening to these songs, learning more of the words each time you played them, until you moved on to the next single to overplay.

You showered at the exact same time every night; the pipes in this building were obnoxiously loud, at times they sounded broken. And he only just realized the whirring noise that started at seven every evening was coming from your room. He’d ask you why you kept your showers on a strict schedule, if he didn’t feel like such a creep for knowing that in the first place, but he simply chalked it up to another one of your quirks.

And over time, as your relationship started to evolve past friendship, landing in some uncanny space where you held hands all the time and kissed only sometimes, Satori found himself even more in tune with every creak from your floorboard. Every song you played. Every word you mumbled to yourself. Every shower you took. And every whimper, gasp and moan he heard fall from your lips late at night.

It was embarrassing, at first, when he heard those sweet sounds and had to question what in the hell you were doing. And as it clicked in his mind, he ran to take a cold shower and forget the embarrassment caused by accidentally eavesdropping on you. You were having an intimate moment and he had no right to listen to that, no matter how badly he wanted to.

He’d do almost anything to drown out the sounds because the thoughts you were causing him to have were nothing but pure sin, and he could hardly stand to look you in the eyes the day after he listened to your moans and thought about being the one causing them.

Satori couldn’t help that you sounded so pretty while touching yourself, and some nights he was just too lazy to find his headphones to drown out the noise; some nights he couldn’t stop himself from lying in bed as your moans got louder and his cock grew harder, throbbing with every gasp and groan coming from you, aching to be touched to the sounds. He’d have to grind into a pillow for some relief, but it was never enough.

You were so loud, pleasuring yourself as if no one could hear you, and he had to wonder if you were doing it on purpose. Couldn’t you hear every one of his gasps and stifled groans as he was rutting into the mattress, too shameful to fuck his fist? Didn’t you know he could hear every noise from your lips, every creak of your bed frame as you rocked your hips, every sweet sound your sex made as you fucked yourself?

You knew - you had to know, or else you wouldn’t put on such a show every single night. And tonight was anything but an exception.

But tonight… he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t take it. His hand moved on its own accord to his shorts, and they were tugged off before he even knew what he was doing.

“Fuck.” He said it loud. Loud enough for you to hear. And he was sure you heard him because you started moaning even louder, and Satori’s resolve was gone.

He’d never worked up to actually getting off while he listened to you. It was one thing he just couldn’t do, no matter how much he wanted to - that would be too far, too wrong.

But he couldn’t take it anymore - he needed to cum, and he needed to do it while listening to you. And maybe he’d feel guilty afterwards but it was your fault - he’d tell himself that you knew what you were doing just to feel better about it.

He heard you begging, “Fuck, please - please,” and his hips jerked at the thought of you begging for him, begging for his cock and everything he’d love to give you. Is that what you were thinking about, too?

It only took a few seconds of stroking himself for Satori to realize that this wasn’t going to last very long. You sounded so fucking pretty, panting and whining and begging; Satori could almost see you lying there underneath him, needing him, obeying him, giving in to him.

He wondered if he got you too worked up on your movie date hours ago, when you ended up in his lap grinding against him to the beat of the forgotten movie. No matter how hard he pulled you down it wasn’t enough friction, and despite all the dirty words he’d whispered to you neither of you seemed brave enough to push things along. You pulled back from his kiss, obviously overwhelmed and breathing hard, and the last bit of his willpower stopped him from just devouring you right there. He could see it was too much, so he told you, “Let’s finish the movie,” and that’s what the two of you did, but the way you kept your thighs squeezed together and fidgeted with the rings on his fingers didn’t go unnoticed by him.

And as it turns out, he’d gotten you so worked up that you had to release all that tension yourself. How rude, to take that pleasure from him - to lie in bed and play with yourself when he was the one that caused all that excitement. It was his lips, his hands, his cock that had you soaked and sounding so needy. And what Satori would give to let you have more of what you needed - he was torturing himself, really, by holding back and not taking you those short hours ago.

But there he was, touching himself when you were the one who deserved to be; maybe he was a hypocrite, but you left him with no other choice. And he’d been moaning just as loud as you were without even realizing it, but just the same, you had quietened down.

It was nothing more than petty whimpers and whines coming from you now, mixed with heavy breaths and a rare squeak from your bed frame. What were you doing? Were you holding back?

You were mumbling something, and even though he couldn’t quite make out what you were saying it was still turning him on, keeping his hand tugging his cock, leaving him breathless and needy - but then, what he swore he heard you say had him shaking. He had to stop and just breathe so he didn’t bust right then, because there was no way he heard you whimpering his name - he couldn’t have heard you right, you couldn’t have been brave enough to do that.

But then, again, he heard it. “Please… Satori… want you so bad, please…”

And, “Fuck,” his mind might’ve been playing tricks on him but he didn’t care, “holy shit,” he’d moan your name right back to you and fail at keeping it modest, “oh my god, I need you - fuck - so bad, I need you,” and at that point he didn’t know what was stopping him from going next door and giving both of you what you needed.

The rush this was giving him was enough; the images of you he’d thought up would last until he could see the real thing. He already had you begging for him - this was just the build up, just to have a little fun before he gave in and knocked on your door and gave you everything you were asking him for.

The more you moaned his name and whined out pleas, the closer he got to cumming; it wasn’t his hand getting him there, it was only you pushing him along. His fist was nowhere near good enough, not when you were right next door waiting for him, already soaking wet and prepped to take his cock. But he could probably get off to the thought of burying himself in you alone - and being so close is what kept him from stopping.

He heard you say, “I’m close - gonna cum,” a warning likely meant for him but an announcement to every resident on your apartment floor with how loud you said it. But Satori felt like he could hardly hear you - he was one step ahead of you and he felt like his head was underwater, like you’d thrown him deep into some euphoric ocean and all he had to do was swim to the top.

He was sure he’d never felt so good in his life, and the only thing that could’ve made it better was seeing you unraveling for him rather than only listening. He knew you were looking prettier on the other side of the wall than in his head but the mental image was all he needed until he could breathe again.

It felt like forever until he broke the surface, and when he did he struggled to catch his breath or shake off the tingling in his legs. And he was met with silence; unfamiliar and uncomfortable. What’s worse, he had a mess to clean up - a mess you caused, much better suited to be on your stomach rather than his own.

He tried not to drown in the quiet, tried not thinking about what exactly just happened minutes ago for the sake of avoiding regret and guilt and fear. It wasn’t that big of a deal, he thought, yet the irrational thoughts crept up on him anyway.

Maybe you didn’t mean it. Maybe you were only using him to get off. Maybe it was his fault for taking it so seriously - it was nothing more than risky, sexy fun.

It wouldn’t matter if he didn’t like you so much. If you were nothing more than two neighbors taking advantage of thin walls to get off together, he’d have no issue. But that isn’t what you were - not to him, at least, though maybe you felt differently.

Satori was overthinking all of it, but you were being so fucking quiet, and he didn’t know what to do about it; he was finally tugging his shorts back on, and debating saying something loud enough to get your attention, when the silence was finally broken with a knock on his door.

He was sure a neighbor had heard that escapade and decided to call in a complaint, and he was preparing himself for that conversation when he opened the door and found you on the other side of it.

And even with all of his overthinking, this conversation wasn’t one he was ready for.

“Oh - hey.”

“Hi.”

You were cute - he came close to just blurting it out, confessing every thought he had as he watched you acting shy and docile after working up the courage to knock on his door.

“Do you wanna…”

“Talk about what just happened?”

You laughed, that same laugh you gave him every time he said something dumb or too smug. It was never at anything funny, but he found it cute, anyway.

“We could just watch a movie instead.”

“Just watch a movie?”

You nodded. “Yeah, and you can pick so I can take a nap.”

He scoffed at you but stepped to the side to let you in, anyway, despite that hit to his fragile ego. “Fine - you just make sure to keep your hands to yourself this time.”

“No promises,” you called back, having already made yourself comfortable on his couch.

And that’s when something seemed to snap - this tension was unbearable and now that he knew you were wanting him, it was pointless to keep up an act. You both felt it and there was no reason to hide it, or pretend it wasn’t there, so Satori wasn’t going to. He was going to take this as far as you would let him; he was going to make you his as long as you would say yes. This wasn’t just friendly anymore, and there was no charade worth keeping up.

He knew why you came over - you were just too afraid to say it. But he’d work that out of you eventually; he’d have you begging for what you wanted soon. And he could hardly wait for it.

“Then why don’t we just skip to that?”

#kinktober 2020 #tendou satori #tendou satori x reader #not family friendly #tendou x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

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bts-hyperfixation · 4 years ago

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The Princess and The Duke – Part 1

Duke!Namjoon x Princess!reader

I know I said this wasn’t going to be out until Friday, but after the Scammys, I thought I’d put it out today! This has not yet been edited.

Warnings - future smut, allusions to smut.

The first time you met you were six months old. Barely aware you existed, let alone there was a whole world existing around you. Namjoon was two at the time. A chubby little toddler clinging desperately to his mother as he tried to hide away from all the other strange people in the room. Most of the kingdom had turned out for your christening, so obviously the future Duke’s family had also made an appearance. They stood with the rest of the court at the front of the church, most of the adults attempting to corral children of their own instead of watching the Princess’ baptism.

It was only when a shrill cry echoed through the church hall that Namjoon looked up from his mother’s shoulder trying to locate the noise. Turned out you didn’t appreciate being dipped into freezing cold holy water. From then on, he’d watched intently, each movement made by the priest and your family, craning his neck to watch you wiggle in the queen’s arms. You were just so small, and so pink. He liked pink, and you were wrapped in piles of pink lace. He knew these were traditional colours for your kingdom, his mom liked to tell him stories about the pink flowers that grew throughout his homeland. Beautiful pink daisies. They were his favourite bedtime stories.

Stories of a brave king leading his army into battle. Each week he would send home a bouquet of the only flower that grew on the battlefield. Each week the queen would know he was okay, until one week they didn’t arrive. For the next few days, the queen was inconsolable, after that she was catatonic. She sat draped in black watching the last of the pink daisies wither. As the last petal fell from the shrivelled bud, a shout was heard throughout the kingdom. The king had returned, enemies slain, and with him he brought as many flowers as the cavalry could carry. The seeds were planted throughout the country, and those were the same flowers that remained to this day. The flowers that were lining the pews of the church, and the ballroom at the palace.

After the christening, members of the court were invited for a meal and to meet the infant princess, to meet you. The banquet was held in the ballroom, a long table adorned with wreaths and favours for each of the guests. You were placed in a cradle close to the king. A place where all could visit to pay their respects and your father could protect you. Once his family had finished their meal, they visited your crib, offering a gift and paying their respects to the royals. Namjoon tugged at his mother’s dress until she lifted him to get a better look. As he peered into the cot, he was shocked to find you staring straight up at him. Other babies he met always seemed to be asleep, but not you.

He wriggled in the duchess’ arms until he could reach you. The room fell silent as he extended his chubby hand to poke at your own curled fist. No one outside of your family, the priest, and the doctors had dared to touch you yet. They waited with bated breath for a response from the king. Little Namjoon paid no attention to the eyes on him, too focused on you. Your small fingers wrapped their way around his. The king had cooed at the event, closely followed by everyone else in the room.

…

The next time you met Namjoon properly you were four, he was almost six. You’d been allowed outside to play with the other children of the court. The problem was, many of them were considerably older than you. None of the ‘big’ girls wanted to play silly little girl games. So you sat alone and watched them as they made daisy chains together. You tried to copy them from afar, but your pudgy little fingers wouldn’t cooperate, ripping through the stems instead of creating the holes needed to thread more flowers.

Namjoon had been following around the gardener when he saw you. Decapitated daisies lay by the dozen around your feet. He couldn’t bear to see the carnage continue, so he took pity on you. He picked a flower with a thick enough stem and passed it too you. To say you were thrilled was an understatement. You’d taken the flower excitedly and threaded another through before giving it back to him to make another hole. The two of you had then spent the next half hour together, him piercing stems and you threading them into long chains. He laughed as you concentrated. Your tongue stuck out of the side of your mouth as you focused on the task at hand.

When you decided the chain was long enough, he made one last hole so you could form a circle. With the ring complete you stepped on your tippy toes to place it over his head, nodding in approval as the string draped from his neck to his knees. He looked down, assessing his new accessory and beamed a smile back at you. The first time you ever saw his dimples. Immediately you were compelled to poke them. He didn’t stop you as you reached for his cheek, instead laughing so they deepened.

You weren’t like any princess he had seen in his books. Those princesses were graceful and dainty. You were more like a bull in a china shop. Honestly, he was relived. All the other boys were in high school, they had no time for him. And the girls all wanted him to play ‘prince charming’. It was fun playing with you. You’d run around the gardens with him, dig in the mud, and exchange the stories your parents read at bedtimes.

…

Age six brought the loss of your first tooth. The tooth had been placed in a tissue under your pillow and the next morning it had become money! You had been so excited to tell Namjoon all about it, only for him to burst your bubble.

“The tooth fairy isn’t real Y/N” he’d stated matter-of-factly, his nose turned up at the notion.

“Is too!” you’d cried back petulantly. You’d seen her with your own two eyes. Well you’d been half asleep, and it was dark… but you were certain it had been her.

“Is not!” the eight-year-old boy retorted. “I’ll prove it! Next time you lose a tooth don’t tell nobody. She won’t come I promise.” He’d sounded so smug. You wanted to hit him. instead you set out to prove him wrong. You kept wiggling your teeth hoping one would come loose. It’s around a month later you get your chance. The tooth came out in the apple you were eating for dessert. Carefully you hid the bone from your nanny so she couldn’t tell your parents. After you were tucked in that night, you slid the bone under your pillow and waited for the fairy to visit you. But she never came.

The next day when you saw Namjoon, you were devastated, but still not ready to concede the fairy’s existence.

“Maybe I upset her?” you sniffle at him “You’re not supposed to wait for her, I broke the rules! That’s why she didn’t come! What if she never visits me again?” tears fell freely down your face. Namjoon had never felt so guilty, not even when he lied about breaking his mom’s favourite vase. He had watched you cry for a moment, unsure of where to go from here. He had made the heir to the throne cry… could he get locked away for this?

“It’s my fault Y/N! I was just jealous” he quickly tried to formulate a believable story in his head as you wiped away your tears.

“Jealous?” your voice was small, a little hope filtering through the sadness.

“Yeah… jealous. See I… uh… I’ve nearly got all my big teeth now, so she doesn’t come to see me as often. I bet if you put the tooth under your pillow tonight and go to sleep, she will come!” your face had lit up at the news. Immediately after he’d said goodbye to you, he went and told the gardener about your tooth. When you woke up the next day, a shiny coin was in the tooth’s place. You’d held the discovery over Namjoon for the few months, but he didn’t care. He was just happy you were happy and that he didn’t get into trouble.

…

At age eight you were definitely not shaping up to be the perfect princess. In fact you were quite the rambunctious little tot. Your mother became more and more exasperated every time you turned up with a new grass stain on one of your best gowns. She begged you to spend more time having tea parties with the girls instead. It was never your fault though. The tea parties were dull and Namjoon would challenge you to a race through the maze, or to see who could climb highest in the trees. You couldn’t just let him win.

If you weren’t running around or rolling down hills, you were lying together staring up at the clouds from the middle of the topless bandstand in the middle of the maze. The beautiful white stone structure had quickly become ‘your’ spot. None of the other palace kids showed any interest in exploring the maze, and the adults always seemed to get lost trying to find you. Hours were wasted with the two of you just staring up at the sky, sometimes talking about your day, sometimes in complete silence. It was just nice to be with him.

On calmer days he would read aloud from a book while you made daisy chains. You could do it by yourself now. Much more in control of your own limbs than you used to be. The summer before Namjoon was due to go to high school you made a chain so long you could coil it around the entire base of the bandstand.

…

After he started high school, you saw a lot less of Namjoon. He wasn’t able to come around as often between his homework and extracurriculars. Instead you begged your father to let you attend his football games. Each Saturday you went in disguise with your nanny to watch Namjoon play, regardless of the weather. You weren’t even sure you enjoyed the sport, but it was worth it for the smile he flashed every time he found you amongst the onlookers.

Each week you wore a different disguise wanting to make it difficult for him, but each time he found you without fail.

You melted every time, knowing that smile was just for you. Originally you told yourself it was just a swell of pride, watching your best friend play. Eventually you had to admit to yourself that maybe it was more than that, but you swallowed the crush. After all he was in high school, he wouldn’t want a silly little girl like you anyway.

…

When you turned fourteen it was time to for you to be presented to the kingdom. A ball was thrown in your honour, the first of many you would attend in your lifetime. The thought of being alone at any big event made you feel queasy. The fact that this one was going to be focused entirely on you made you ill for an entire week before. Namjoon had spent the week trying to reassure you that everything was going to be fine. Luckily, your birthday had been during a break from school so he could spend the time with you. He grew more and more concerned as he watched your health deteriorating to a point where you could barely keep water down. Eventually he came to a decision and asked for an audience with the king himself.

He’d dressed in his best suit making sure not a single hair was out of place. He marched straight up to the double doors to your father’s study and took a deep breath, more than prepared to argue his point. Your father had welcomed Namjoon into his office with open arms. He’d always been fond of the boy, especially knowing the weak spot you held for him. Regardless of the warm reception and his original confidence in his idea, Namjoon felt the nerves begin to overtake him. He wiped his sweaty palms on the sides of his suit jacket, breath coming out shakily.

“Can I escort Y/N to her first ball.” The king had been taken aback by Joon’s sudden outburst, his face showing obvious surprise at the young man’s bold request. Namjoon mistook the expression for a dismissal and so, in a much less eloquent way than he had practiced in is shower, he fought his case.

“Y/N has been ill all week; she doesn’t think she can do this alone…. And I just thought… maybe she would be okay if I were with her. I know I’m only a duke, but I just want her to be okay and I really think this would be good and it’ll only be for this one ball and…” Namjoon’s rambling came to an end when your father raised his hand. Namjoon clenched his fists as he waited for an answer.

Your father had taken his time to consider Namjoon’s proposal, enjoying the way the boy had squirmed under his gaze. To this day, Namjoon refers to it as the second most terrifying day of his life. Eventually a smile had broken over the kings face, no longer able to contain his laugh. He clapped Namjoon on the shoulder and sent him off with his blessing.

On his way to meet you in the gardens afterwards, he had gathered the prettiest daisies he could find. He found you lying on the floor of the bandstand, looking a little too pale as you stared up at the clouds floating past. He cleared his throat on arrival, making you look at him with the offer of a weak smile, not really taking him in.

When he didn’t take his place beside you, you’d sat up to look at him properly. That’s when you saw the pinstripe suit and quaffed hair. It looked so unlike him you couldn’t help but giggle. Normally Joon was a t-shirt and basketball shorts kind of guy. He had rolled his eyes and extended his hand to help you up. You took it, every question in your mind had gotten stuck in your throat when his eyes had met yours. You never did get over that silly little crush. He didn’t release your hand like you expected him too. Instead he placed the bouquet into your free hand and asked you the question you’d been dreaming he would.

“Just to protect you of course… I don’t like when you aren’t well” He’d broken the moment by ruffling your hair, a sure sign he was doing this as a favour.

He took you to every ball you attended after that one.

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The summer you turned seventeen was the summer before Namjoon left for university. You snuck out passed your guards in the night to see him. There was a very convenient secret passageway that led from your room to the gardens. You would meet him at the bandstand and talk until the sun came over the horizon. The lack of sleep had been worth it to spend those last fleeting days with him. You talked about anything and nothing, just like you would in the daytime, but this felt far more intimate.

The first time you convinced him to meet you after curfew his eyes flitted everywhere. Always nervous someone would find the two of you there and assume the worst. You on the other hand were just desperate to soak up as much of your friends company as you could before he left.

Over time he’d become more comfortable with the routine. In fact he had been certain that your sneaking around hadn’t even been that sneaky, your parents were just allowing you to rebel like this. Eventually he got used to walking you back to the entrance of the secret passageway, spending an extra few moments together.

His final night in town had been an emotional one. You’d sat side by side, your head on his shoulder staring up at the stars in complete silence for a long time. A tear fell down your cheek every time you thought about him leaving you. He’d wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close just as a shooting star arched across the sky. You immediately had a wish in mind. Eyes scrunched tight and fists clenched, you wished as hard as you could that he would stay, or at least that he’d come back fast. But unfortunately, he had to go, and morning came around far too fast.

You’d dragged your feet as he walked you back to the passageway. Shoulders bumping together, fingers brushing, glances stolen when you were sure the other wasn’t looking. The wall that concealed your entrance had come into view far too quickly. You’d sighed as you reluctantly pressed in the stones that would open the doorway, far from ready to say goodbye to the boy you’d grown up with. You hugged him goodbye, tears streaming freely down your face. You’d released him and turned to walk back into the castle, but as you’d taken that first step, he grabbed you sharply by the wrist and pulled you back to him.

His lips were so soft as they met yours. The surprise had knocked all the air out of your lungs forcing you to pull back sooner than you would’ve liked. He wiped the tears from your face and pulled you back to him, kissing you once more. And then he was gone.

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The following autumn had dragged by. With no Namjoon, you had been forced to invest in the idle gossip of other members of the court, actually pay attention in your elocution lessons, and, perhaps worst of all, prepare for your first ball without your trusty escort. Every time you thought of Namjoon your lips tingled at the memory of your first kiss. You were devastated when his parents had told you he wouldn’t be able to make it home for the Christmas ball.

When the time came, you’d prepared for the ball like you had every other. A team came to pinch, primp, and style you to within an inch of yourself. This year they’d decided on a snow theme. Your pale blue ballgown had been the most beautiful one you’d worn at that point. It glittered like freshly fallen snow in the winter sun. The skirt poofed out around your waist and fell just above your feet so people could still see the matching shoes with little snowflakes. It was the best you thought you’d ever looked, and it broke your heart to know Namjoon wasn’t going to see you like that.

When the time came, you’d taken a breath and readied yourself for a night of refusing advances of handsy nobles, and questions you weren’t prepared to answer about the whereabouts of your usual date. You took a hold of the banister and began your entrance into the grand ballroom, desperately trying to keep your eyes forward and not trip at the same time. Whilst concentrating on not falling flat on your face, you had failed to notice one crucial detail about the room before you, until he took your hand and brought it to his lips. Namjoon had made it home after all.

You spent the entire event together. For every slow dance you were in the middle of the floor swaying together as he whispered sweet things in your ear. Time not on the dance floor had been spent laughing and catching up. The night came to an end with you escaping to your spot.

He’d picked a daisy and threaded it into your hair, trailing his fingers down the side of your face when he was finished. You’d boldly stepped even closer to him, lips inches away from his, daring him to repeat the night he left, and he’d gladly taken the opportunity. He’d pulled you impossibly closer, lifting you on to your tiptoes and kissed you like a man starved. You’d wrapped your arms around his waist. Desperately trying to make up for lost time. Eventually you came to rest, foreheads resting against one another, breathing hard.

“Y/N I love you.” It was the first time he admitted it out loud, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last. In fact he said it at least twenty more times that night.

“I love you too Joon.” You kissed him one more time before taking his hand and breaking into a sprint. You came to a stop at the passageway to your chambers. “Come in with me?” You’d asked, flashing him doe eyes he had never been able to resist.

“Are you sure?” He brushed a stray hair behind your ear and met your eyes, you’d never seen him look so serious.

“Well I can’t get out of this dress alone.” You’d tried to joke. When his expression didn’t change you gulped down any reservations and nodded. “I’m completely sure.” He’d swept you into his arms and carried you through your room laying you down on your bed. His coat and tie had been immediately discarded across the room. You’d sat up to get a better look as he undid the buttons on his white dress shirt, biting your lip at the thought of running your hands across his bare skin. He stopped undressing himself to look back at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He embraced you, fingers finding the zipper at the back of your gown. You allowed the sleeves to fall down your arms, exposing your chest to him. Immediately his lips had gone to trail along your collarbones. He mumbled ‘I love you’ as he went. Each kiss punctuated by the words you’d longed to hear from him. You pushed his shirt down his shoulders, letting your hands linger on his biceps, rubbing little circles on the perfect skin.

“Joon?” he answers you with a hmm. “Is this real?” he pulled away from you to meet your eyes.

“I hope so.” He responded before kissing you deeply again. When you’d gotten the chance you’d stood up and allowed the dress to puddle around your feet. He reached out to pull you in again by your newly expose waist, positioning you underneath him. He’d kissed down your stomach until he reached the top of your underwear.

“Maybe we should stop here?” he’d said, pulling away from you, “I want our first time to be something amazing.” You’d nodded, a little reluctant, but you’d waited this long for him, you could wait a little longer. Instead you’d settled into your bed together, cuddled close in just your underwear, praying that you didn’t wake up from this dream.

…

Everything was perfect, you stayed together throughout both his and your university experience. The whole kingdom knew of their childhood sweethearts. The duke and the princess destined to be together. The night of your graduation, a large ball had been put together in your honour and while no one dared say it aloud, everyone was certain there were hidden intentions behind the congratulatory event. The feeling was in the air, the whole of the kingdom whispered rumours of how the young duke was going to propose. They wondered how it would be announced, if he was going to ask you in the middle of all the guest, or if he’d elect to be more private about it.

But then the day of the ball arrived and Namjoon wasn’t waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs like he usually would. You assumed he would be waiting somewhere to surprise you, but the whispers started as soon as you’d turned up to the ballroom unescorted. No one had seen him. The entire night people had congratulated you on graduating, but your heart wasn’t even your replies. Instead you’d spent the night searching every face in the room for a sign of your missing lover.

As the night wore on it became clear that he had no intentions of attending. You’d put every ounce of your princess training to good use that night as you tried not to cry, humiliated in front of everyone you had ever known.

Awaiting you in your bedroom at the end of the night was a bouquet of pink daisies and a simple note that said ‘I’m so sorry’

You wouldn’t see Namjoon again for two years…

Part 2

Masterlist

Losing Virginity drabble

Taglist: @uraveragefangirlsposts

#namjoon #rm #bts fic #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #namjoon fluff #namjoon smut #namjoon angst #rm fluff #rm smut #rm angst #kim namjoon #knj smut #knj fluff #knj angst #bts #bangtan #100

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lyranova · 4 years ago

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Promise Pt. II

Hi guys! So I suddenly got hit with this idea today and decided to show what happened after Yami saw William in “Promise”. I hope you all enjoy and I’ll hopefully have “Children of the Future” plus the requests from my event out soon 🥰!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @jovialnoise @talpup @charlottesukehiro @ckjwnnbc

Word Count: 1,456

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death

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Yami’s mind was somewhere between shock and disbelief as he flew back home after seeing his friend and his newborn son. He had heard William Vangeance’s wife had gone into labor the previous evening, but had decided to wait until after the child was born to go visit. Charlotte had wanted to come as well but, according to the physician, she was too far along to travel, so she wouldn’t be able to see them for a while unless they were able to use a magic item that would allow her to see them. After it had been 24 hours and they still hadn’t heard anything, that’s when both Yami and Charlotte had gotten concerned. Charlotte had told him that sometimes labor took longer, but normally not this long.

Six hours later Yami received a message from Julius, who had been like Yami and grew concerned after not hearing any news, and what he told Yami stunned the Black Bulls Captain into silence; Vangeance’s wife had died shortly after delivering the baby. Yami felt his heart drop into his stomach at those words, he knew Vangeance wife was having a difficult time with the pregnancy, but he hadn’t known it was that bad. After hanging up on Julius he walked out of his and Charlotte’s home, telling her that he was going to see Vangeance and would be back soon. But he hadn’t told her what happened, not yet anyway.

Yami landed outside his front door with a soft thud, he walked over and placed his broom on the stone wall next to the door and sighed as he stared at the door knob. The look in Vangeance’s eyes when he had first walked up to speak to him flashed in his mind; they were dark, sad, almost lifeless. But as he spoke to him, as Vangeance gave his son a name, he saw a small spark of life flicker in them once again. Yami offered to help him take care of the kid if he ever needed it, but he didn’t think Vangeance would; he would be able to take care of him.

Yami finally turned the door knob and walked inside to see Charlotte standing in front of the sink, doing dishes. He shook his head before he softly closed the door behind him. No matter how many times he told her to stay off her feet and that he would do things like that for her she would still refuse and be stubborn, saying she was pregnant not a fragile doll made of glass. Usually he would chuckle at the statement and convince her to at least let him wash the dishes as she sat in a chair and dried them, but after tonight, after what happened, all that was running through his mind was all the possible things that could happen to her and their child.

“ Yami? You’re back already?” Charlotte asked in a confused tone, but she didn’t turn around to face him, his mana was very distinct. She heard him walk up behind her before he silently wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to rest his forehead on her shoulder. She frowned before glancing at him. “ Yami?”

Yami didn’t answer, he just stood there and held her. He had come face to face with his greatest fear; the possibility of losing Charlotte. When she had told him she was pregnant he felt a flurry of emotions, but after everything had sunk in and he began to sort his emotions out he realized he had three fears: losing Charlotte, losing their baby, and not being a good dad. He hadn’t thought about those fears actually coming true until today. He couldn’t believe how lost and broken Vangeance looked, he silently wondered if he would look the same if it had been Charlotte. His wife dried her hands off on a small dish towel before turning in his arms and placing her hands on his chest.

“ Yami? What happened?” She asked softly, a frown gracing her beautiful features. Yami finally lifted his head to look at her, and she blinked in surprise. His grey eyes held a sadness in them that made her stomach drop. “ Yami?” She asked again softly.

“ She...She didn’t make it.” He finally answered, his voice soft, Charlotte couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping her lips, Vangeance’s wife..she was gone? How could that be? She had some of the best midwives and one of the best doctors in the Capitol, how could she be gone? Charlotte had to admit she hadn’t really been close to the woman before she had gotten pregnant, but considering they were going through this at the same time and their husbands appeared to be friends they had decided to start talking and hanging out as well. Charlotte had considered the woman a good friend and had enjoyed her company, so to hear that she had died, it hurt.

“ How’s the baby? How’s William?” She suddenly asked, she could only imagine what he was going through at the moment. Losing your wife on what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, and to add insult to injury his child wouldn’t ever get to meet his mother.

“ The baby, a boy by the way, is fine. Vangeance is a different story, he’s...grieving.” Yami said, his voice still soft as though he were too afraid to actually say the words out loud. Charlotte had never seen him like this, ever. He looked, afraid. This had shaken him to his core.

“ I expected he would be, I’m surprised he isn’t in worse shape. I know if it were me, I would probably be broken beyond repair right now.” She muttered softly, Yami nodded in agreement, if something ever happened to either of them, the other would either never recover or it would take a long time before they ever did.

“ I think his son is the only thing keeping him together right now.” Yami told her and Charlotte nodded in agreement. She slowly wrapped her arms around her husband and held him close, well, as close as she could seeing as she was nine months pregnant and obviously had a decent sized bump. Yami chuckled slightly but he hugged her tightly, but not too tightly.

The couple stood that way for a while, just holding each other, not a single word was spoken but they each knew how the other was feeling; they were grieving for the friend they had lost, for their friend who had lost his wife, for the child who would never get to meet the kind and gentle woman they all knew. Charlotte could also sense Yami’s fear and his worry that this could happen to her. After being married to him for so long she had gotten to where she could read his body language and tell his mood and feelings just from that alone. A small piece of her wondered if she had unintentionally been learning Qi. Charlotte placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled back to make him look at her.

“ Yami, it’s ok to be afraid, it’s ok to be worried. I’m afraid and worried too, especially after tonight, but no matter what happens; I will be ok. You will be ok. Our child will be ok.” She told him, her voice just as soft as his was. “ Right now, we’re all here together and safe. I can’t promise that nothing will happen to me once I go into labor, and I can’t promise that I’ll make it out alive.” She held up a hand to silence him, once he opened his mouth to interrupt.

“ But what I can promise is that I’ll try to be brave and fight like hell just like she did to stay with you, to stay with both of you.” Charlotte finished as she rested her forehead against his, blue eyes stared into grey ones, they were speaking to each other without saying a word.

Yami smirked for the first time that night as he held Charlotte tightly once again, she wrapped her arms around him once again as well and gave him a gentle squeeze. Tonight, they would allow each other to be afraid, to worry about all the things that may never happen. But once the sun came up, they would hold their heads up high, they would face whatever challenges awaited them, and they would do so bravely as neither Captain was known to back down from a fight.

Everything would be ok, maybe not now, maybe not in a couple of days, but soon they would be.

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Ah i’m sorry it isn’t very good but I hope you all enjoyed~! Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #yamichar #yami x charlotte #charlotte x yami #charlotte roselei #yami sukehiro #children of the future #william vangeance (mentioned)

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twistednuns · 2 years ago

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June 2022

Do not stop at the wall looming before you. / Make a door - wide enough - not only for you but for others. / KEEP MOVING. - Maggie Smith

The day at the lake with Doris. Friday after school, celebrating the first afternoon of the holidays. Yoga and heavy flirting on the SUP. Touching, holding each other. Sharing the snacks we'd bought, coming up with a packing list for our sabbaticals. Creating inside jokes, listening to music in the car which I drove home during a thunderstorm. But we'd managed to leave the lake just in time so we didn't get wet. I made creamy truffle spaghetti when we came home and we "accidentally" started kissing instead of watching movies.

Singing Soli Deo Gloria - so dramatic!

A nice evening with red wine, Peter, Andrea and Tom. Getting to know people, inviting them over.

The MONKI swirly blue bathing suit. Pool camouflage. And the sparkle emoji necklace!

A lovely afternoon at Marlies' and Helga's terrace. Homemade baguette, delicious wild strawberries and I even got rid of my 9€ ticket!

Kind offers from friends to lend me money or let me stay with them if I come back to Munich during my sabbatical.

Walking to the lake with Sash and Lena. Swimming to the other shore (Doris: "Endlich am andern Ufer angekommen!"). Eating cherries, playing the llama card game.

First ideas for Doris' birthday present. I got her sparkle earrings as a reminder of my sparkly personality, my favourite graphic novel (This One Summer) and a SUP-themed Pixi book.

Getting things done, especially when it comes to subletting my apartment: I finally made a listing and published it online. One week later I even found the strength to sort through the e-mails and invite a few people over. Making final decisions, booking my flight.

Healthy breakfast with hazelnut butter (to make it a little less healthy - balance is key).

A fun evening with Raphael. Eating at Thao's deserted outside tables, playing darts, pool and kicker at FLEX. Drinking evil Vodka Bulls, hearing about his travels. Connection, touching, getting more familiar again.

Trying to help Frank find a therapist. Talking about all his issues. I guess I've got to return the favour now, huh... / Enjoying the sunset at Theresienwiese with a cool beer. Therap-influencing, deep talk, smoking and joking around.

That deep golden orange shirt I found - the colour made my skin glow. I've been thinking a lot about seasonal colour types and I suspect I'm an autumn. At least I want to be because the rich autumn colours are always my favourite!

A solitary afternoon at Maria Einsiedel. Swimming in the almost deserted pool. Being the only one brave enough to enter the Eisbach. Kreuzweise. A duck family passing by.

Lunch at Giorgia with the most amazing restaurant toilet I have ever seen (mirror cabinet!) and gorgeous decor. We visited Fujiko Nakaya's fog exhibition at Haus der Kunst and walked the scenic route through Munich's "French" quarter. Anika even found a free book she had been searching for.

My first time in Ireland! Margit gave me a late birthday present at the airport - moon phase ear crawlers! / Lots of rabbits outside Dublin airport / Exploring Galway - a free walking tour, friendly locals, good food and interesting things to look at / Charlie Byrne's bookstore - lovely vibes, I couldn't resist buying two night-themed books with very similar midnight blue and golden covers that looked gorgeous together / Getting the perfect hoodie ("Breathe deeply and embrace your emotions!") because I showed up in sandals and shorts - big mistake, Ireland is still quite frosty in the summer / The Atlantic walk over to Salthill, very rough and romantic; enjoying a whiskey and a pint at a cosy pub with live music / Margit's crush on the Irish Folk Music percussionist / Our two days with the rental car - driving along the Wild Atlantic Way was truly marvellous and we were very lucky - hardly any rain.

On the first day we visited Brigid's Garden where I tied a wish for my upcoming travels on a branch and there were even tiny entrances to the fairy realm. We encountered friendly French bikers, explored crafts stores, tried not to hit any sheep. The landscape with the rough stone, greenery and lochs reminded me of the Scottish Highlands. We visited Kylemore Abbey and the Victorian Garden which was amazing. A chat with the friendly bus driver. Lovely dinner in one of the villages on our way home.

On the next day: castle and church ruins, an old graveyard in the middle of nowhere. I made friends along the way - the cows were very suspicious but the ponies enjoyed their pets and kept asking for more. I frightened Margit when I walked too close to the edges of a cliff. Later we took the ferry to the smallest Aran Island and rented a bike. I can't even describe how beautiful everything was - one more clue, I guess I really need to live by the sea. Stone walls everywhere you looked. Stopping for cake. Breathing in the ocean breeze. In the evening we went to the Cliffs of Moher and I was a bit grumpy because I didn't understand why we had to buy expensive tickets just to walk around the cliffs but the fact that I was able to borrow a pair of binoculars to watch thousands of breeding puffins around the area made good for it! It was the first time I'd seen the cute flying footballs. Purple and orange sunset over the water on our way home. We actually stopped to take very cheesy pictures. I was a bit disappointed by Dublin but I liked the vintage shops, the rainbow flags everywhere. And of course the Old Library at Trinity College. Frozen Margaritas at a remodeled church made for a worthy ending of our trip. Best souvenir: Terry's Chocolate Orange.

Doris picked me up from the airport the next day and we went swimming. I paddled us around the lake. We read a Pixi from my Happy Kitty emergency kit. When we got hungry, we found one of the best Indian restaurants I had ever been to (somewhere in the Bavarian countryside - how?!) and I chatted with the owner whose family is from Rishikesh.

Hanging out in Frank's kitchen, meeting Fabi and Sonja again after what felt like an eternity. We still like each other. Import Export - we actually made it!

An afternoon at the lake with Bibi. Really good ice cream in Starnberg!

Kino Mond und Sterne at Westpark with Manu! Great movie and company - unfortunately I was very tired so I slept through parts of the film.

Getting Christian's birthday present at Boesner and the mediterranean supermarket in Werksviertel. I translated for an artist when I picked out ceramics glazes and she invited me to her exhibition!

Christian's birthday surprise: a craft beer tasting at a local brewery run by two Americans. The best thing about it was dinner afterwards - great pizza at a very chic Italian restaurant, tasty red wine, meeting Lena's favourite percussionist and spending the whole evening with Mathias. We only see each other once in a blue moon but whenever we do we have such a blast!

A cat on the subway!

Overcoming fear at the high ropes course. The ziplines were worth it! Happy about missing my 5b art classes.

A traditional Thursday veggie kebab with Doris, talking about her relationship status on a park bench, eating ice cream.

The outfit I wore the other day. Shopping my own closet. The black dress with white triangles, an army-green long jacket, plum lipstick.

Shopping at Flying Tiger: a terrazzo notebook, pastel glass straws, a "snack attack" box, glitter washi tape and some carabiners for my trip.

Using the Primavera Space Clearing room spray. I'd love to have a perfume that smells similar.

The fact that Kris Atomic has started making BookTube videos about her latest recommendations (and complete and utter fails). I've been monitoring her online presence ever since her early fame as an illustrator and photographer.

The tiniest snail hanging out on my windowsill after a thunderstorm.

Doris writing a little poem about me. Helping me with my severely deficient organisation skills and unwillingness to do things I don't really wanna do. Like buying hiking shoes (kissing in a tent in the middle of the store was an incentive) or giving me deadlines for inviting people over for an apartment viewing.

Amy, who is such a natural cheerleader. She told me how talented she thinks I am (and how cool my nails always are, how young and pretty I look) - but I can only return the compliments because I admire how empathetic, reasonable and perceptive she is (she knew immediately when D. and I secretly kissed and I came back into the classroom, beaming). Her mum clearly did something very right.

#things i love #personal #present perfect #2022 #june 2022 #june

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