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stellocchia · 3 years ago

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Since I really enjoyed yesterday's stream I decided to do one of my overly long analysis on it

So, here's my analysis of (DSMP LORE) Healthy Competition

Dialogues will be color-coded as usual, so here's what I used: Phil, Wilbur, Ranboo

As always I am incapable of brevity, so everything's under the cut

The stream starts with a conversation between Phil and Wilbur in which Wilbur admits that he hasn't been to visit Phil in a while, which makes Phil's later threat about throwing him out feel that much more ridiculous since Wilbur clearly doesn't really live with him either way...

"Alright, it's got one for Phil, one for Ranboo, and one for Techno. Is that all that live here? Just you three?" "Yep, just us three, just chilling"

The only reason why I'm singling this out is that it was right after the mention of Techno's birthday and Wilbur was pointing at the seats occupied by the 4 members of the Syndicate so it feels slightly weird that Niki wasn't mentioned at all. But also it's technically not a lie, she doesn't live there and she only comes around for the Syndicate meetings.

Another thing to add is that Wilbur did notice the chest Ranboo left for him and consciously decided to ignore it.

"I must admit I've come to you with a bit of a- a bit of a proposition. You're into propositions Phil? Are you a bit of a 'propositions' kinda guy?" "Oh, depends, depends. You- you've had some pretty... let- let's just say, uh- not- not a great track record on propositions that you've had in the past" "Alright... I mean, I'm trying to move past that"

I wonder what exactly Phil is referring to here. Because, like, Wilbur did bad things, don't get me wrong, but what's his track record with "propositions" in particular? Because he isn't talking about "Tommy, let's be the bad guys" here since he doesn't know about that. Is he talking about Wilbur founding L'Manburg? But then again, I don't think Wilbur interpreted it that way. I think that, from Wilbur's reaction, he clearly interpreted it as a jab at him exploding L'Manburg (which is the one thing he's trying to move past) which would be extremely hypocritical from Phil since he did the exact same thing but worse.

Also, I really do think that Wilbur is trying to move forward. He's lonely and he has the lowest possible opinion of himself so it doesn't feel weird that he'd want to move on. He isn't putting the work in it right now and he hasn't really changed, but he does seem to want to (though I think he may not know how).

"He [Quackity] didn't seem afraid of me, which is cool. Not many people- I mean you don't seem afraid of me. You aren't afraid of me, are you Phil?" (little look into Wilbur's mind and his fear of isolation once again. And this is fear of isolation, he's worried that other people are afraid of him and therefore are only waiting for him to step out of line so that all their fears would be confirmed)

"'Cause I'm not afraid of you [Phil]" (bold words for someone who spent who knows how long lying to his dad because of a crippling fear of disappointment...)

"Technoblade spent his entire time taking down the establishments, what he left is, as predicted, a power vacuum for a new establishment to come in" (in case it wasn't obvious, Wilbur is not the biggest fan of anarchy. And he actually got this one criticism spot on, indeed all taking down L'Manburg did was getting 4 new governmental-like structures to sprout in its place)

"Phil, I want to make a burger van" *Phil sighs and walks away* (I'm more sure now that Phil really meant "creating L'Manburg" as Wilbur's bad track record with propositions)

Wilbur repeating 4 times that he has no ulterior motive with the burger van managed to make me think the exact opposite. That said that ulterior motive may just be to create a safe little home for himself and Tommy for all we know honestly. Also, the whole thing with Phil trying to convince his grown-ass kid to go play with the neighbor kid and Wilbur throwing a tantrum in response was hilarious...

"If he's [Ranboo] shit you gotta come help me okay? If he's shit you've gotta come be burger boy with me, okay?" (he still is mistrustful to an extreme and pretty childish admittedly)

"Why is he [Phil] treating me like a kid?! Why is he treating me like a little baby?" (remembering how Wilbur treated Fundy I think it may be a family problem)

Another interesting thing to point out is that Wilbur was openly scared of the spider attacking him here, and fights it off, but he doesn't move away from the explosion later on and he didn't move away from the exploding creepers last stream. Other people already made this connection, but I do think it may be a sort of way to punish himself. Specifically, it's brought up later on that he thinks he got off easy for what he did, so he's using what he hurt others with (explosions) to hurt himself now as a sort of punishment for that. Which is another indication of just how much his stay in Limbo didn't help with his mental health.

"Am I being- is this [Ranboo having both cows and wheat] a setup?" (the paranoia never left)

"Ranboo I'm gonna go out on a limb here: do- do you wanna be friends?" "Su-sure yeah, I don't see why not" (I think that at this point it was still just Wilbur following along with what his dad told him to do and trying to find out more about Ranboo. That does seem to change later down the line)

"And then we decided that it [the 'cookie' outpost] was too much trouble so we kinda just left it" (So we have confirmation that the cookie outpost was abandoned)

"We're not gonna annoy Quackity" "That's good" "We can't annoy- we can't annoy him because we're simply put- we're simply put gonna be making...- I got the real estate! He's giving me the area and we're gonna be making a competing business"

Wilbur says this as if he wasn't perfectly aware that this would annoy the sh*t out of Quackity. As if the point of it wasn't exactly to annoy Quackity. Or well, annoying him isn't the end goal, it's just the means to an end. We don't know the actual end goal (though I think Wilbur still wants to either be let into Las Nevadas or actually instate a rivalry between them as he said, one of the two).

"We [he and Quackity] were a part of the same cabinet during New L'Manburg or whatever" "Cabinet?" "Yeah a cabinet is like-" "Was this- was this with Tubbo?" "Yeah yeah" (...) "So you were part of the old L'Manburg? I didn't know that actually, I thought you were a bit of an independent"

Once again: Wilbur is missing A LOT of knowledge. He wasn't aware that New L'Manburg had a cabinet and he wasn't aware that Ranboo was ever part of the country either. He has a lot of misconceptions about what happened during the time he was dead so it really shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that his views on a lot of things are as warped as they are. Wilbur is getting to his conclusions with an incomplete and sometimes wrong set of data.

"Do you dislike anyone Ranboo?" "Not too much I don't think. I mean there are other people I don't, like, agree with what they've done of course, but I think that everyone is just a product of what they've gone through and everything so if you understand that then you understand the person!"

There is nothing inherently wrong with Ranboo's reasoning here. It's true that most people are a result of their environment and, once you understand what they've been through you can understand them better as a person. It's also fine that he personally doesn't want to hold grudges. But that way of thinking isn't applicable to those who have been hurt by others, sure they can reach an understanding, but an understanding of a person doesn't justify shit and doesn't change shit unless that person works towards repairing old broken relationships. It just all sounds like a nice way of thinking about things in theory, but in practice, it just takes away responsibility from those who have wronged others to fix things and moves it to those who have been wronged. (Ranboo isn't advocating for everyone to think that way though, but I know the fandom will).

Either way, they arrive in Las Nevadas and Wilbur talks about how their place doesn't benefit the consumer and puts down 3 signs.

"I've been trying to think of a name for it [his and Tommy's area], I'm thinking about 'Paradise'"

There are two possible reasons for the name that I can think of:

1) It's in reference to Las Nevadas itself and how Las Nevadas is based on Las Vegas, the famous city of sin

2) It could be a reference to Tommy insistently calling Las Nevadas Paradise in the last stream and Wilbur trying to convince him that their place is the true Paradise

Wilbur does decide to make the Burger Van right at the border which really feels like a very obvious provocation. The other thing is that he makes it clear that he wants the van to be red and white which could be a random choice, but really feels like a reference to Tommy (since they are famously his colors) or an imitation of their opposition. Or both considering how much Tommy liked the restaurant of the opposition and the fact that Wilbur is still trying to convince him to stay.

"I'm not very fond of blue" (at this point it's obvious that Wilbur has quite a bit of pent-up animosity against Ghostbur. I wonder if it is because it still feels like people liked the ghost more than him...)

"Like, the Cookie Shop, I don't even know if it was a cookie shop, to begin with, because it was a little... fortified if I'm entirely honest, I realize that now" "Really?" "Yeah did you not see- oh wait- that giant stone structure?" (Ranboo really did fail to realize that the cookie shop was actually a military outpost, huh?)

"See, I like Tubbo. He's strong-headed, he doesn't let people push him around, you know?" (this is both an interesting change in what he thinks of Tubbo if he actually thinks that and further confirmation that Wilbur isn't a fan of people he considers to be 'followers')

"Why do you claim that you're so 'peaceful' and 'neutral' and yet somehow appear in almost every conflict this server's had since I died?" (since I saw people claiming this is manipulation already, just know that it isn't. He's just confused because, admittedly, Ranboo is a confusing guy and Wilbur doesn't really know him at all)

"Ranboo, why did you come to help me?" (...) "And then also I just think, you know... you can, you know- I think- I think you're an alright person, you know? So I wanna- I did kinda wanna get off on a better foot with you then what happened-" "Why?" "Just because I don't really like having the thought that people don't really like me" "Nonononono not the bit about the right foot, the 'why don't you think I'm a bad person'" "Well I mean, I think that you did bad things, but like, I think that you also went through things that made you that way and then I also think that you've changed now (...) but I think that now you've- apparently you've been away long enough that I think that if anyone goes away for that long eventually they'll have a thought about their morality and everything and maybe become a better person because of it"

I know this quote was absurdly long, but it is one of the most interesting conversations of the whole stream and it is really important and it tells us quite a bit as well. For one thing Wilbur was left quite emotional from someone simply admitting that he's an "alright person" and that they think he's capable of changing and this does bring him to open up to Ranboo right after. What Ranboo says to be exact is that anyone would have changed after going through what Wilbur went through and that change could be positive and while I completely disagree with it, it's clearly something that Wilbur needed to hear.

Now as to why I disagree with the notion that 13 years of semi-complete isolation could change anyone for the better should be rather obvious. But if it isn't, well, that's torture to put it simply. Psychological torture. Just like abuse it's one of those things that only cause trauma and a worsening mental health state and we see this with Wilbur because he didn't change, he only became more self-deprecating. Hurting someone doesn't make them become a better person all of a sudden, that's really not how it works. Hurting someone makes them become more traumatized.

"I think I scare people" ( as I said, immediately opening up about his insecurities)

"I think that a lot of people share your idea, but they share your idea in trying to- trying to keep me from hurting them" (for a bit here Wilbur talks about how he feels like everyone else is just waiting for him to step a foot out of line, which does really show that he's still interpreting all his interactions with people through the lens of his paranoia and self-deprecation, because no one is really interacting with him with that objective in mind)

"Dream's had his comeuppance and I've not" (this seems to be the crux of Wilbur's insecurity. This idea that he got off scot-free for his crimes, the idea that the only difference between him and Dream is the punishment that's been bestowed upon them which, of course, is wrong, but he doesn't know this, because he doesn't actually know why Dream's in prison)

"I've been investing into the wrong areas Ranboo, I've been investing into the wrong people" (This is either a reference to Tommy, to Phil, to Quackity, or to all of them)

"We're kindred man, we get each other" (the reason why he thinks that is because he seems to think that Ranboo has a similar type of paranoia to what Wilbur experience himself and he's not entirely wrong. Ranboo is deathly afraid of conflict and of being disliked so much so that he never stands up for anything in fear of angering others)

Little definition of "neuroticism" for you all since Wilbur kept mentioning it: neuroticism, one of the Big 5 personality traits, is typically defined as a tendency toward anxiety, depression, self-doubt, and other negative feelings.

I'd say it's quite fitting for both characters...

"I feel like life dealt us the same cards and the difference is that you built your trust by showing people your cards whilst I- I keep them close to my chest and I feel like that may be the big difference" (I felt like this was interesting. Especially knowing how much Ranboo actually doesn't share and how much he actually also keeps close to his chest)

They talk about tubbo in general for a bit and about what's been going on the server in general. Ranboo also that he's part of both Snowchester and the arctic commune (mostly the latter though).

"This has been chill, this has been good, I'm excited to show Tommy. What's your opinion on Tommy?" "Oh, he's- he's great. Tommy's awesome" "I agree I agree" "Definitely gone through a lot but I think that it's made him a good person" "Well you seem to think that everyone going through something at least gives them some merit you said" "I mean, yeah. I mean if- if no one- the only really bad people are the ones who are just evil because- just because and they don't have any reason why"

Included the whole thing here because if I stopped at Ranboo saying that Tommy going through trauma is what made him a good person it would have sounded really bad. As things are I think that that was just poor wording on his part and that this mostly goes back to the mentality he expressed before about how people sometimes do bad things because of the environment they're in pushing them and this idea he seems to have that actual hardships (like 13 years in Limbo or whatever he knows about what Tommy has been through) can encourage people to be better which is... sort of naive honestly. Again, trauma isn't a catalyst for the betterment of a person, and any improvement Tommy has made came from his self-reflection, not what he's been through.

After they're done with the van Wilbur brings Ranboo to their competing establishment and asks him to smash the windows, which Ranboo does with no hesitation whatsoever. After that Wilbur proceeds to place down one single block of TNT in a corner and Ranboo starts being a little more hesitant.

"You trust me right?" (I feel like that was a trick question considering how their common paranoia is the thing that Wilbur praised in Ranboo before)

Wilbur hands Ranboo the flint and steel to detonate the piece of TNT which Ranboo does, albeit with some hesitation.

"You passed the test, good job man, you go back to the van (...) Ranboo- Ranboo... I'm proud of you man. You've taken a side, you've proven that you can choose a side"

Quite a few people have already pointed out how similar this scene was to the time Wilbur tested Tommy in season 1 to decide if he was fit to be his right-hand man. In both situations, Wilbur gave someone a chance to cause some destruction against someone on the opposite side. Tommy passed the test by refusing to do so and showing that he was willing to uphold his morals and what he believed in. Ranboo passed the test by doing the exact opposite, by showing that, as much as he talks about how he chooses people and not sides, he's not willing to prove that even when all he would need to do to do so is doing nothing.

And it's an interesting scene to analyze as a parallel to that, but it's also interesting to note that Wilbur knows about Ranboo and Tommy griefing George together. He knows that Tommy was the only one to face any consequences for it (not that exile was actually the consequence for the griefing, but this is from Wilbur's point of view). Now putting this in the context of Wilbur seeing himself in Ranboo and thinking that he himself got off scot-free explains this next part perfectly in my opinion.

It explains why he made sure to leave this sign:

To me at least. This is only a theory honestly, we don't have an actual full explanation. But I do think that Wilbur may feel like the both of them never got the comeuppance they deserved, which is why he did something that's sure to get a reaction from one of the most powerful people on the server. Though considering that he also left 2 diamonds as retribution + a chest with all the materials he picked up it could have also been Wilbur's idea of a bonding moment and he could actually really be proud of Ranboo.

#long post #dream smp #wilbur soot #philza #ranboo #c!wilbur #c!ranboo #dream smp analysis #character analysis #stream analysis #tw self-harm #tw self-deprecation #tw torture mention #tw abuse mention #I'm sure there are plenty of things I missed #but this was all for now

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antlersacornsandallium · 2 years ago

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Today I woke up early to tend the garden with my spouse before the sun baked the will to live out of us both.

There was some work that needed doing badly. The tomato plants were spent and dying, blocking out the light for new corn plants. Spent blackberry canes were pruned (there are more of them yet). The summer rains have meant every weed in a mile radius is exploding with growth.

We filled the wheelbarrow 3 times with debris, and remulched about half the walkway. It was overcast, but still hot, and the sweat poured out of us. The work isnt done, but it is better now. There is space to let air and light in.

I'm starting a new full time job soon. I'm taking online courses to change fields, which is something I've wanted to do for a long time. Our dog passed last year - and the new puppy we desperately wanted for months did not work out with us and was returned to the breeder. I caught covid a few months back - my spouse has it now. Which is all to say that the past year has been tremendously stressful. It has been packed full of more emotions and Things Happening than I think has ever happened to me in one year before.

Today, as I was walking with a wheelbarrow full of rotting tomatoes and dead blackberry canes and mimosa weed, the little plastic bead of my hat's chin strap swung with every step and struck my mjolnir necklace.

Every step was a tiny metallic chime, a small strike, and I thought 'this is work too, I am working, i am creating here too with every step like a blacksmith at a forge.'

The work is dirty. It saps the energy out of me. And at some point, the work remains unfinished but I know I need to stop for the day. When I go numb in feeling, when my legs and hands are sore. There will be more work tomorrow. And there will be some days when nothing can be done but wait for seeds to sprout, wait for fruit to ripen. There will always be more work to do just ahead. It doesnt end, there is no such thing as a garden that maintains itself entirely.

But today - for today, I have done as much work as I can, and there is a little more room for air and light.

#gardening #thor deity #i love freyr but today was very much a thor kind of day #norse paganism #heathenry #norse pagan #gardening as metaphor

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harleyhart · 3 years ago

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Snap Pea

(Platonic! Weasley Twins x Prankster! Hufflepuff! OC)

this is a one shot/continuation of this post because I liked the Idea and currently have some major HP brainrot going on. I'm not the most skilled writer in the world, but tumblr go brrrr, so here I am (the relationship is only slightly there, but I may make a few more of these down the line if I feel like it, so it could get developed )

I also accidently posted this earlier, before it was properly finished- so this is the actual fic.

It was April 2nd, 1993- The morning after April Fool's day. Practically all of Hogwarts had been gossiping about the previous day's events. You couldn't walk two steps in the corridor without hearing the student's giggling over their teacher's predicament.

During all this, two Hufflepuffs were sat in the great hall, going through the motions, and keeping the mill running much like everyone else- though one was clearly tuning in and out of the conversation more than the other.

"-And Snape was pissy all afternoon since he didn't know which house to take points off of. I mean, he took points from Gryffindor anyway but- Hey, are you even listening Sweetpea?"

Sweetpea.

That was what everyone called them. They had a lot of trouble introducing themselves to new people during their first and second year, and most would give up asking after they incoherently muttered their name for the third time- So their housemates had given them the nickname since they were largely quiet, kind and well - sweet. Since then it stuck, and even the professors call them that (though it's mostly Sprout)

"Yeah, I was- sorry I just spaced out a little there. You said Snape took points off Gryffindor for the Jell-O thing. Was it Longbottom again? Snape seems to really have it out for the poor kid..."

The other puff, their friend Sullivan, had brightened up a bit knowing that they had been paying some attention. "No, he took points from Ron Weasley- he blamed his twin brothers for the prank and took proxy points since they weren't there."

"They think the twins did it? People should know by now that pranks like that don't fit into their M.O"

"I know! 'Reckon Snape knew, but just wanted someone to blame."

Sweetpea gestured at Sullivan, silently telling their friend to go on, but zoned out soon after.

'I guess I'll have to get Ron some chocolate frogs or something for having to deal with the greasy git- I don't even know why I'm surprised by that reaction'

Sweetpea had been at Hogwarts for 5 years, setting up pranks for 3 of said years- and some people still mistook their pranks for those of the twins. Sweetpea had little problem with this, as it meant that they wouldn't be subject to the many, many detentions they would've undoubtedly earned otherwise.

But still, they did have to question some people's intelligence.

Most of the staff knew those pranks weren't the Weasley's doing, but there was never enough evidence to link it to anyone else- so they were let off as long as they didn't get themselves caught- which had been exceptionally easy so far.

Really all Sweetpea had to do to avoid getting caught was go on about their day, and act innocent. By all accounts, they were a model student who got (mostly) decent grades, regularly volunteered in the hospital wing, and was often seen looking out for first years (puff and otherwise). Plus, their status as a Hufflepuff meant few people would suspect them of being anything other than truthful.

Although others didn't know, they had always been much more on the hardworking and loyal side than the honest side of their house's traits.

They'd been seen by a prefect while carrying feathers and shaving cream once, but were able to pass it off as a kind, diligent Hufflepuff doing a favour for a fellow muggleborn friend who used the muggle shaving method instead of spells.

Now, that's not to say that lying was effortless for them, it actually took quite a toll. Keeping up a façade was tiring, and lying to their friends especially didn't sit right with Sweetpea.

They'd always liked playing little jokes and pranks on people back in their neighbourhood, but as their aunt and uncle had often pointed out, they were getting older- they had more 'important' things to worry about. A prime example being the OWLs they'd have to take in this, their 5th year at Hogwarts.

So before the start of this year, they'd resolved to put the pranks away for good and focus their attention to studying.

When they'd returned after their summer vacation, though, the mood of students and staff had been noticeably tense. A murderer had escaped Azkaban, and things just kept getting worse what with the dementors being stationed on the train and around the school.

They had really tried to stop for good- not having set up a single practical joke for nearly half the school year- but seeing the fear and uneasiness in the other students, particularly the younger ones, growing worse and worse- they felt they had to lighten up the mood.

So they went to the drawing board. They had planned for April fool's day meticulously since the beginning of march- Saving up every knut and sickle they could to purchase the perfect supplies. Supplies that would form the perfect pranks. They had high hopes that it would work, because if it didn't, they weren't sure what else could be done to get their peers to laugh again.

After an entire month of planning, and many setbacks, everything was in place. A day filled with harmless fun, a small army behind it pulling the strings.

It went off without a hitch.

In the morning, the elves brought in a platter of delicious, nutritious and extremely vicious durian Danishes. The smell was so bad, that nobody thought twice about biting into the suspiciously minty Oreos that were placed conveniently beside their breakfast pastries.

Peeves floated around the corridors all day, being friendly and helpful to any lost first years, and even running errands for the professors (staying mostly near professor Lupin)

The first student to walk into any classroom was blasted with confetti, via homemade confetti canons stationed at the doors. The ghosts would refill them every now and again(some agreed to do so because they were friends with Sweetpea, but others just owed them a favour).

First year flying lessons were accompanied by very slow, and very friendly golden snitches (that Sweetpea got for half price since they'd been deemed 'too fond of people' to be used in-game)

They would zip around, flying circles around student's heads-sometimes even flying straight into people's hands. The kids were delighted when they'd catch one- and though Madame Hooch was less delighted to have her lessons interrupted, she seemed to mellow out when a snitch had warmed up to her as well.

Once lessons were over, those same snitches were seen around the school following Quidditch players for the rest of the day.

Harry potter, who Sweetpea had interacted with a few times, and was quite fond of had also been paired with a very cuddly quaffle- one of Sweetpea's rare working enchantments.

Divination students had a chuckle when Trelawney's crystal ball had been found to be replaced with an engorgioed 'magic' eight ball.

She had convinced herself it was an ill omen, but remembered the date when half-blood and muggleborn students laughed as she said her sources from the great beyond said 'no'.

McGonagall's room had 50 lucky cats of various sizes (and a squeaky mouse toy since sweetpea thought 'Minnie' might get a kick out of it) hidden in it. The students had only found about 7 so far, so this pranks was sure to be a gift that would keep on giving.

Flitwick got some -ahem- extra feathers for for his future explanations of wingardium leviosa. (Thank you Grey Lady for your willingness to prank a former student in your house)

Dumbledore even wore the joke glasses that Sweetpea had slipped into his office the whole day. They'd hidden the normal specs in the ashes at the bottom of his phoenix's cage. They had a feint suspicion he knew where they were and just wore the joke ones anyway.

Sweetpea felt guilty at the prospect of pranking Professors Lupin and Sprout, since the two were their favourite teacher, and head of house respectively. Thus, they were let off the hook, and the two were left some gifts of assorted chocolates and some muggle succulents Sweetpea thought they'd enjoy.

Snape, However, Was given no such mercy. He'd always been the most sour staff member, taking points left and right- and even going so far as to publicly embarrass students he didn't personally like.

It was said sourness that had spawned the idea for his prank. going into his classroom, students immediately saw that his cauldron had been enlarged to fit the entire room. When one stepped in, they saw that his shelves were empty- and that all the contents had been placed in solidified lemon jelly. Every tool, bottle, book and ingredient had been submerged in an amount of gelatin it would take to fill a small swimming pool. It had apparently taken him hours to fish out all his tools- and that was with the help of a few well-placed filibuster firecrackers, courtesy of a certain set of twins.

Usually, Sweetpea preferred their pranks to be enjoyable for everyone involved. Hell, the only 'mean' pranks they'd played were the stinky durian pastries and the toothpaste Oreos they'd made for everyone, but those were more to throw people off their scent. Well, okay- There was also the cling wrapped toilets in the prefects bathroom- Sweetpea was all about smiling and having fun with pranks, but they still wanted to have a little extra fun with a few select people. All things aside- Snape had this one coming.

They'd put a stop to most of the unsavory and/or cruel 'jokes' with the help of some of the portraits (who make for lovely distractions) and even some of the other pranks just for the amusement that came with watching them backfire- but there was one certain pair of people who were allowed special, free-reign, birthday privileges: Fred and George Weasley.

Sweetpea had been acquaintances of the Weasley Twins. They were in the same year, and shared a common interest or two, but they didn't get to hold as many long conversations with the boys as they would've liked due to being in different houses and taking mostly different classes. Still, Sweetpea admired their work as pranksters/troublemakers, and hoped to become better friends with them.

The whole Weasley family had been very rattled by the previous year's events- especially the youngest and only girl, Ginny. And while Sweetpea didn't know all the details, they got enough information to know it was really traumatic for all of them.

So Sweetpea had snuck in a few innocuous items for each Weasley still at Hogwarts- stuff like chocolate frogs for Ron and an extra slice of treacle tart for Ginny (with the help of some friendly house elves).

When Sweetpea had overheard Lee Jordon's (frankly quite loud) declaration that the twins would be turning 16 the next day on the eve of march 31st- They knew they had to do something for them.

Sweetpea boxed up any extra/unneeded supplies to gift to them- along with some muggle hair dye they had had mailed to them in early march with a specific target in mind- figuring that the twins would enjoy it better than they would.

And upon seeing their mark's bright pink hair this morning as he entered the hall, Sweetpea knew they definitely did. Sullivan, who had still been chatting, stopped abruptly with a snort.

" looks like little Malfoy has a new look-"

Sweetpea could not have been happier to see the little git looking so mortified at his new hairstyle. The twins had even added some kind of glitter to the dye in order to really bring the whole look together.

Snickers broke out across the different tables- even a few Slytherins were outright laughing at their housemate.

The next people to enter were the Twins themselves- each with a wild grin on his face.

'mission accomplished' Sweetpea thought, a smile spreading across their face.

Sullivan had gone around the table to talk to some of his other friends when the mail had begun to roll in. Once they were alone, a post owl had plopped a package right into Sweetpea's scrambled eggs- something that both annoyed and amused them. They scratched the owl on the head, and opened up the note.

'Hey hun,

This came in the mail for you a while back- I tried mailing it by normal post, but it got sent back so I had to try that owl thing. It was a little strange at first, but honestly kind of cool to see an owl carrying stuff for you magic-folk. I don't know this owls' name, so I've been calling him Hubert. He seems to like it well enough.

I don't know why you need this, maybe a new look? It better be, or your aunt Sheila will be upset at you for starting those jokes of yours up again.

Either way, I miss you sweetie, and I hope you're having fun at school(just not too much fun)

love,

Mum

p.s : try to see if you can get Hubert next time you 'owl' me, as you say. I quite like him.

"Heh, good thing Aunty isn't here right now... She's gonna kill me when I get back, isn't she?" after reading the note, Sweetpea looks over at Hubert. " Thanks for taking care of mum for me, little guy" They give him his payment and another scratch. He coos at them before flying back to the owlery.

'I forgot I even ordered this one, I guess I don't really need it now that I think about it- oh well, I'll think of something to do with it'

Sweetpea got up to put the package back in their dorm, walking by the Gryffindor table when they heard two familiar voices calling out .

"Hello there Sweetpea-" "Fancy seeing you around here."

The twins Gave their signature grin, which Sweetpea returned merrily.

"Hello boys- don't tell me who's sitting where, I want to take another guess" They looked between the two, looking for anything to distinguish the two from one and other. The twins softened a little, before going into their usual shenanigans- striking poses and making silly faces at them.

"Take your time-" "But don't go all day-" "There are places we need to be."

Sweetpea had made a habit of guessing who was who whenever they spoke since second year. If only because It felt weird for them to adress Fred and George like they were two kids in a trench coat rather than two separate individuals.

This had made up a good chunk of Sweetpea's interactions with the twins over the years, and they'd put in a good amount of effort to learn the nuances and preferences of the two boys. They both had the trademarked Weasley- red hair, and chocolate brown eyes- but George tended to wear his uniform a bit messier, and was slightly more quiet than Fred- who grinned just a bit wider and was a bit more blunt.

Sweetpea looked between them, noting things like meal choice so they'd have more ammunition later, and cleared their throat.

"Alright. You-" pointing at the twin on their right " are Fred, and you-" pointing at the twin on their left "Are George!"

They glanced at each other, faces stony - staying deadly silent.

Sweetpea was a bit unnerved. They got it right most of the time, in fact they hadn't been wrong in almost a year- but they were always worried that the boys' feelings would be hurt If they got it wrong again after being on target for so long. "How'd I do?"

George cracked first, giving a big grin "Right you are, Sweetpea!"

"Although I must say, it's quite rude to point." Fred continued, in a slightly posh accent.

George's smile became a smirk as he picked back up from where Fred left off In the same tone of voice "Yes, quite right. I thought we'd raised you better than this."

Sweetpea put a hand to their chest, pushing up their bifocals to wipe away fake tears, hiding their smile. "I do so apologize, good sirs. It was not my intention to upset."

All three pranksters chuckled, and Sweetpea decided to take a seat across from George.

"So, why'd you two call me?"

"Are we not allowed to talk to our favourite Hufflepuff? George and I are hurt that you think we'd have ulterior motives."

Sweetpea just raised an eyebrow at Fred.

"Okay, fine. Someone gave us something yesterday, and we want to find out who's responsible for our lovely gift."

"All we know is that it's the same person who set up the pranks yesterday"

Sweetpea put on their best performance, looking at them with a puzzled expression.

"you mean to say that you two didn't pull any of those pranks yesterday?''

"just who do you take us for?" Fred gasped.

"Of course we set some up-" George continued.

"though unfortunately the Jelly cauldron wasn't us" they spoke eerily in unison.

"I know guys, I was just teasing a bit- So this mystery person- what makes you think I'd know them?"

George stared straight at Sweetpea, as if pondering the question.

"Well, the box the house elf left for us was all full of things that were used in those pranks- muggle things."

Sweetpea tried their best to make an incredulous face at him, a little amusement peaking through "So I'll know them because they like muggle things?"

Fred snorted at his brother's paling face, answering in his stead.

"Not necessarily, but we've heard around hogwarts that you get a lot of packages from your mum- We thought since she's non magic, she wouldn't be sending you bertie bott's."

He looked at them knowingly, a shit eating grin stretching across his freckled cheeks. "Do you perhaps remember what was in those boxes, dear Sweetpea?"

'shit- he knows, doesn't he? I always forget how perceptive those two can be. Okay, I can still save this, I just need a cover- what should I say?

DAMNIT BRAIN- THINK OF SOMETHING!'

Sweetpea let the façade slip ever so slightly- pondering for a moment. Would it have been bad for them to know? Sweetpea wanted to be closer to them- they could just spill the beans now and become partners in crime. But once anyone else knew, the tight lid they kept on their 'extracurricular activities' would be opened. Sure, those two were no strangers to keeping secrets and sneaking around, but they were much more outspoken than Sweetpea was about their mischief. The chances of George and Fred outing Sweetpea as the mystery muggleborn-prankster were low-

But never zero.

As Fred grinned at them victoriously, they realized there was one way they could believably get out of this.

They sighed, ruffling their fluffy hair, with a small 'defeated' look on their face.

"Alright, you got me- I bought those supplies for them as a favour- They wanted to make a 'grand re-entrance', so I helped them with materials."

Sweetpea had never seen those looks in their eyes- Fred looked ecstatic, probably thinking he finally had them on the ropes. Though George's eyes were unreadable, somewhat pensive, but with a dash of something they couldn't quite place.

" Don't get me wrong you two, I'm still not telling you who they are. They asked me not to- and thus, it is strictly confidential."

Fred deflated- "Awww but Sweetpea-"

"Sorry, Fred. The Hufflepuff code dictates that I'm not allowed to say, pardon my language, Jack shit. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to grab a few books before my transfiguration class starts"

As Sweetpea left their seat, the twins bounded up to follow them out of the great hall- George seeming more determined than Fred.

"Hold on now Sweetpea- I do believe there's more to dicuss. Like how you've been supplying our rival with things, and leaving us in the dust, Isn't that right Freddie?"

"-Yes, I do believe you're right, Georgie. Honestly sweetpea, did you even consider our feelings? Our own friend, collaborating with the enemy- such betrayal" Fred mock pouted, fanning 'tears' from his eyes for extra effect.

'Okay, so they seem close to being thrown off the scent- but there's no way they don't still have suspicions- and they might still tell someone about this...'

Sweetpea looked at the twins, who were now 'consoling' each other. They looked at their package from their mum and Hubert, and knew what they had to do.

They cleared their throat. "Alright boys, I can't tell you who your self-proclaimed 'rival' is, but- to remedy the awful betrayal I've carried out by giving them supplies, I can give some to you two as well."

They tossed the package to Fred, who caught it easily.

"We'll start with this one, call it a late birthday present- I reckon the Slytherin team would look good in red during their next game- though it's a shame to go over Malfoy's new colour, he looks like he enjoys it ever so much. Try not to break the poor boy's heart too quickly."

As Sweetpea walked away, They caught sight of the matching expressions on their faces, and silently cried for their poor wallet.

'you may have won this battle George, Fred. But I still have the upper hand- and there's no way in heaven or hell that I'm losing this war.'

#this is a continuation of one of my previous posts #I have a lot of ideas around this concept #but no motivation to write it into an actual fanfic #so here you go #Sweetpea hates their actual name so they introduce themselves by their nickname to literally everyone #totally not projecting haha #non binary #oc #?#harry potter #they/them pronouns #fanfiction #oneshot #who knows- maybe it'll be a series #hp fanfiction #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins x oc #original harry potter character #Sweetpea is generally friendly-but there are some people they just can't stand #like draco malfoy #given that sweetpea is a muggleborn- draco's blatent blood purist bs rubs them the wrong way #speaking of #muggleborn #draco malfoy #also Sweetpea has only ever introduced themselves that way to younger students- and never told them their 'legal' name #sometimes a kid will ask and Sweetpea just smiles at them and walks away #for a second there I was like 'bro what if sweetpea got petrified in CoS? haha jkjk- unless...#it would make a fun plot point is all i'm saying

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hawks-dabi-levi · 2 years ago

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Unjustified- hawks x reader- part/chapter 3

“Well,” said Recovery Girl. “ You have nothing physically wrong with you except the light scratches and stretch marks from your wings. You do, however, have new parts to your quirk. Much like your mother, you have Elemental control and are able to control atoms as you see fit. Adding that to your fathers quirk, you are also able to manipulate the mind with both verbal and internal commands. That gives you a “god-like power” that makes others somewhat wary of you, am I correct?”

“ Yes, others feel as if I would control them, but they warm up to me after a while.” I replied. “ How does that have to do with me sprouting wings all the sudden?”

Hawks sat at the side of the bed and spoke, “ Well kid, your wings are able to retract into your body, making you able to blend in with the crowd and from what it seems like, you basically got a quirk upgrade.”

Recover Girl had added on to hawks inquire, “ You see, you're not really human Y/n. Your mother and father had not conceived you. A case that was investigated of a new being that could be either a savoir or bring down humanity. You are that new being.”

I looked at them, eyes bulging in disbelief. “ No, no way can I assure you that I am one hundred percent human. I may have an over powered quirk but there is no way in actual hell that I'm some goddess bred human thingy.” my arms waved all over the place.

Recovery Girl had held an open file out to me, in which I read.

“ People around the country have been talking about your birth for years now.” Aizawa spoke.

“Legend states that every few millennia, a creature is born. One that can blend with the human race with unspoken power that can make or break humanity as a whole. A pair of people are chosen by both the gods above and the devils below to conceive this creation. The creation has free will, deciding the fate of humanity with emotion, cause, and environmental influence,” I read from the file.

It didn't make sense, I was human. I had to be. I felt human, I looked human aside for the wings. The more I read, the more confusing it got.

“ Think about it kid, Eraser said that your family had been basically hunted to extinction. The man over the phone had said ‘ the goddess will never rise again.’ everything seems to connect to the legend that people go on and on about. Legend or not, it's the real deal here kid and whoever that man is seems to know it too,” Hawks said.

“ Ok, so I have some type of weird goddess connection thing with my quirk. How do we stop the man or whoever is in charge without innocents getting hurt in the process?” i asked

“ That's going to be taken up with the commission,” Aizawa stated.

Hawk's eyes darted to Aizawa. “ They won’t help. If they think that she's any danger to the citizens of the city, they will put her down,” Hawks said, his lips pressed in a thin line.

I looked down at my lap. ‘ I couldn't be that dangerous, right? I just have to show that I can control it.’I thought.

Aizawa looked at hawks with a tired glare, “ The fact of the matter is that she has no control over her new assets-”

“ I can try,” I cut him off, my gaze and head still held low. My fist curled the sheets of the hospital bed I was sitting on as tears dripped into my lap. “ I can try to control it. The last thing I want to do is become a danger or worse…” I said as I raised my head.

Aizawa had looked at me for a moment. “ Ok,” he sighed. “ If you say you can, then we'll give you a chance to show it, but mess up once…” he paused and glared. “ The commission will take you in, '' he finished.

I nodded and looked at Recovery Girl. “ Angie… My guardian…” I said.

“ I’m aware of your situation. Seeing as you're only a few months from your 18th Birthday, you should be able to take care of yourself.” She said as she sorted out medication, presumingly for other patients.

“ UA will provide living quarters for you until you're able to financially support yourself. Though, it won't be ready till tomorrow after the sports festival, ” said Aizawa. He backed off the wall that he was leaning against and headed towards the door. “ Just make sure you are careful of other students,” he waved his hand dismissively as he reached the door.

“ Oh and Hawks,” he called.

“ yeah?” Hawks replied.

“ You'll be the one to train her, she probably doesn't know how to use her wings yet.” Aizawa said as he stepped out and headed down the hall.

My eyes blinked once… then twice…

“ Hold on, WHAT?!” I screeched. My eyes still on his retreating form as he disappeared.

“Don’t worry dearie, with the sports festival coming up, you’ll have all of this off your mind.” Recovery Girl says as my gaze shifts from the doorway.

“ Yeah, I highly doubt that. Internships don’t start till after the sports fest,” I scoffed.

“ It isn't that bad kid. Normally I don't take interns but Erasers right. You got wings now and don't know how to use them. Someone needs to safely teach you and I just happen to be the one for the job kid,” Hawks said as he stood up.

He walked towards the door and stopped at the frame. “ be careful getting home. See ya.”

“ Yeah, see you,” I sighed and dropped my head into my hands.

HAWKS POV

As much as I’d like to brush this off, this kid needs my help. I get that she didn't mean for her quirk to get out of control, she was overflowing with pain, but that can be a weakness if not kept under the right eye. The commission would use that against her. For some reason, I have this urge that's pushing me to help her. If Aizawa hadn't said anything about UA housing her, I would have let her stay at my place.

Thinking of it now, it would be totally inappropriate but part of me still wants to. With the Commission, I'm not sure how I'll find time but this isn't something I can just push away.

I got back to my agency and greeted the receptionist as I headed to my office.

‘For now, I'll just have to continue to work it around my schedule.’

…

Y/N POV

I looked over to Recovery girl, “ please tell me that this is a dream, no, A nightmare.”

“ no, this is very real,” she sighed. “ It will be ok dearie. Hawks will make sure you are ready for tomorrow and I'm sure you'll do splendidly. You just need to be careful to not do too much.”

“ But why does it have to be him? He literally was right there when Angie…” I paused. “He saw me break down. I think that is my most embarrassing first impression I ever had ``I groaned as my head fell into my hands.

“ It will be ok,” she said as she patted my back. “ Now, you need to get going. You have an early morning tomorrow and the sports festival so you need plenty of rest.”

“ I guess you’re right but I don't have anywhere to go yet.” I raised a brow.

“ You'll have to stay at your home tonight, I'm sure it will be ok for the night.” she said as she turned back to her desk and wrote something down. She then came up to me and handed me a note of dismissal. “ You're dismissed for the rest of the day. Make sure you rest” she shooed me away with a wave of her hand.

I hopped off the hospital bed and picked up my bag that was against the wall next to the heart monitor. “ See you tomorrow then.” I said and started to walk off.

“ Hopefully not too soon, dearie” I heard her call out as I passed the door frame.

…

I got home and saw police tape around the house. A male officer was talking to another female officer before he saw me.

“ Sorry, you are not allowed on the premises till everything has been checked for evidence,” the officer said with his hand out.

“ But sir, I have nowhere else to go.” i said

HAWKS POV

I had finished my patrol and decided to take a detour. I flew over the city and into the suburbs.

“ But sir, I have nowhere else to go” I heard distantly. I came to a slow stop on top of a rooftop and peered over the edge.

“ That's not our fault, so please leave” Said an officer. He seemed to be talking to Y/n. “What a polite way of saying ‘ Piss off’” I sarcastically said to myself as I continued to listen in.

“ Sir, please, I have to get something from my room and then I'll be out of your hair. This is my home and I'd appreciate it if you'd let me at least get some clothing.” Y/n said. She had nowhere else to go and this guy won't even let her get clothing?

“ Again, that's not our fault. You could sleep on the streets for all I care. Now get going kid” the officer sneered. It seemed like he gave up on the idea of politeness.

I stood up from my position and floated my way down, flapping my winds to create a small breeze to make my presence known.

“ Now is that any way to treat someone? Especially being part of law enforcement.” I said. I had a smile on my face but my eyes were narrow. My blood was boiling, probably more than it should have been.

The officer and Y/N had looked up in sync. The officer visibly paled while Y/n stood there, her face twisted in a mix of shock and relief.

“ P-Pro Hero H-Hawks,” the officer stuttered and awkwardly bowed. Y/n has yet to say anything as her eyes drifted between me and the nervous officer who was sweating profusely.

“ Why don’t you let the young woman get some things from her home? I'll monitor her to make sure no possible evidence is compromised,``I said. I felt my eyes grow more narrow by the second, my expression slowly changing. This guy pisses me off. He had no decency to let her at least get clothing then told her that she could sleep on the streets. Not to mention that he seemingly knows that he fucked up by the nervous, gultiy arua he was givng off.

“ I can’t allow that-'' he paused as his eyes met mine. My orbs glared daggers into his.. He visibly shook and he straightened himself into an upright position, arms stiffly at his side. “ Of course, yes, go ahead.”

“Thank you,” Y/n’s voice cut in softly as she passed him and under the police tape. Moments later she came back out with a duffle bag. It looked to be filled to the brim. She bowed politely to the officer “ thanks, now I will leave,” she said and started to walk down the street, away from the cop and me.

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rose-honey-lemonade · 3 years ago

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I understand that certain crafts are just not gonna click for everyone's brain. Hell, I can't wrap my mind around crochet no matter how much I want to. My ADHD doesn't understand how to keep track of stitches when they're not on a needle.

But I've had so many people over the years tell me that they'll never be good at knitting like I am because their projects are all so messy or have holes or whatever.

1. I have been knitting pretty constantly since I was 14. I am now 33. That's 19 years of constant practice, of course my knitting looks more advanced than someone whose been knitting off and on for a year or two.

2. My first knitting project ever was made with the ugliest red heart super saver and started with ten stitches and ended with fifty something stitches because I kept making accidental yarn overs and accidentally splitting the yarn. No one had taught me how to fix these problems. Even with the random dropped stitches it still managed to grow into the ugliest trapezoid.....thing. I gave it to my cat because he was a cat and only understood "oh cuddly?" But it was hideous.

3. Now I write my own patterns and do complicated colorwork and make structured knitting and use all sorts of stitch techniques. But for the first, probably 14 years of me knitting, I just steadily tried new things. I fucked up a lot!!!! I've made so many ugly things out of yarn!!!! But that's how you get better! You make an ugly thing, go "huh...well that's ugly AF" and attempt it again. (3b. I am absolute SHIT at cables. Cable pattern charts look just as confusing to me as crochet charts but I will attempt them again at some point. But for now I'm focusing on colorwork and lace and stuff)

So what I'm trying to say is, don't compare yourself to people who are at different places than you. I've had so many beginner knitters tell me they'll never be as good as me which is just NOT TRUE, I used to be an absolute-disaster-ugly-knits-full-of-holes why-are-there-always-holes!? kinda knitter too! The only difference is that I spend a lot of my free time knitting and have been for NINETEEN YEARS!!!!

If you're still a sprout, or even a seed, don't compare yourself to a tree, the tree was once a sprout too.

#knitting #lately ive had a couple friends stay stuff like this to me #but theyve only been knitting for a couple years or are on their second project and like babes ive knit HUNDREDS of things #you'll get here too!!!

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rosie-moons · 3 years ago

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Doggy Paddling || jjk

~Pairing: swimming instructor!jungkook x beginner!reader

~Genre: so much fluffy fluff

~Word Count: 2.4k

~Warnings: reader flailing around in water, shirtless jungkook (sorry not sorry), wet haired jungkook (sorry not sorry), jungkook and reader just being the cutest fluffy lovebirds, loads of softness

~Synopsis: Step 1: Drive to indoor swimming pool classes. Step 2: Enter swimming pool building. Step 3: Change into bathing suit. Step 4: Learn to swim. Easy peasy. Er, at least it was easy peasy, up until step #4. That’s when you actually climbed down into the pool and found out that your swimming instructor was possibly the hottest guy you’d ever seen in your life. Not only that, but he kept smiling at you, and it was adorable, which doesn’t make sense since someone just can’t be hot and adorable at the same time. Ugh, why must you be blessed with him for 3 months?

~A/N: Hi! This is my first fic on here, and I'm veeeery nervous... I hope you enjoy it! P.S. If you liked it, feel free to heart it, but please don't reblog!

~''~

“Mmhm, yep, you’re g-o gorgeous today,” You say with confidence, making double gun fingers at yourself in the mirror.

You’d ordered a black bikini online, in preparation of wowing everyone at the swimming lessons. It was quite simple, really, with straps over your shoulders and ties across your hip bones. The curvy blonde models on the website looked stunning in it, though. So stunning, in fact, that you pressed “add to cart” faster than you could say “add to cart”.

Your face sagged a bit when you realized you, in fact, did not look like the models in the images. Tummy not as toned with light abs, chest not as big. You sighed.

Stuffing your t-shirt, underwear, and jean shorts back into your duffel bag and setting it in the tiny locker, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror and set out on your adventure- er, if you’d call swimming lessons that.

~''~

“Y/N? Hellooo?”

You blink rapidly, snapping back to reality. You take a few seconds to realize you’re sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dipped into the water. “Um. Sorry?”

The guy laughs, and it’s an airy, happy sound. You blush. He’s incredibly attractive, with wavy black hair, parts of it sticking to his forehead from the water. He has big, starry, eyes, almost like a doe’s. It’s hard not to get lost in them. His bunny teeth are on full display, pearly white and adorable. His whole face is adorable, in fact.

“You’ve been staring at me for, what, 15 minutes?” He teases with laughter still in his eyes. “Am I really that handsome?”

You’re about to say “yes” when he pulls you down into the pool, one arm pulled tightly across your lower back and the other scooped around your neck. You squeal. “Put me down!”

He puts you down.

Bad idea.

You just remembered that you can’t swim, and if he puts you down then you are going to drown. “ACTUALLY- *spit sputter*- DON’T PUT- *cough spit*- ME DOWN!! I CAN’T- *sputter cough* SWIM!! PICK ME UP, HANDSOME- *spit cough*- GUY!!!”

He laughs again, a sound you’re already starting to love. “Alright, alright. Your wish is my command, after all.” He takes you back into a koala position so your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. At that you blush again. Not just from the hug part, but from you actually taking a good look at his body.

To say the simplest, it’s amazing.

He definitely goes to the gym at least 8 times a day, definitely eats only brussel sprouts, definitely has never been to the beach, or anywhere with too much sunlight (explain his fair skin then, missy), and definitely is tall.

You don’t care if that’s what’s going through your mind instead of swimming, you only care about this gorgeous man that’s smiling and is holding you in his arms. This gorgeous man that’s currently asking if you know the 4 basic stokes. Or was it sokes?

“Um…” You stutter nervously. “The 4… um… yeah, I… definitely know the… 4… stokes. Or sokes.”

He shakes his head, faking disappointment. “Pay more attention, sweetheart. You’ll never learn if you just stare at and admire me.”

“I was not-”

He chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, you totally weren’t staring at my abs. Totally.” That makes you blush harder. He seems to like that, smirking just the tiniest bit. “Anyway, I was asking if you know the 4 strokes. Freestyle, backstroke, butterfly, and breaststroke.”

You shake your head. “I’ve… watched them on TV though. In the Olympics. Does that count?”

“...No,” He bites his lip for a second, thinking. Then, as though he just had a brilliant idea- his smile grows wide as the day and he nearly drops you in excitement. “LUMI!!”

An attractive girl with big hazel eyes and her hair dyed bright pink pokes her head out of the shower room. “What’s up?”

“Get over here for a second,”

She steps out, and you nearly gasp (...nearly) at how damn stunning she is. In a magenta floral printed one-piece suit, her tiny waist, wide hips, and long, long legs stand out like a dot of black in a field of white. When she walks, it looks like she’s in one of those super high end fashion shows with paparazzi all around. To be honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if paparazzi started showing up right at that very moment.

When she gets close enough, you see her nametag reads “Lumianne”. Even her name is pretty.

“Did baby boy Jungkook lose his swimming trunks again?” She teases, rolling her eyes playfully. “Do I need to call mommy?”

The guy- Jungkook-’s grip on you momentarily tightens as you watch his face flush a tomato red. “No, actually. Did you?”

“I don’t wear swimming trunks.”

“Exactly. That’s why you shouldn’t ask me.”

“But you do wear swimming trunks.”

“... JUST STOP, OKAY? JUST BECAUSE YOU JUST DYED YOUR HAIR DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD.”

“Okay, okay. What do you want me to do? You know I’m supposed to be taking a hot shower right now after a day of screaming little kids kicking water in my face but you called me over so I can’t, right?. Are you gonna talk? ‘Cause if not, I’m leaving.”

“What I was going to say, before you rudely called me a baby boy, is that Y/N here has no experience in swimming-”

You kick his leg under the water.

“- and I need you to hand over the curriculum paper ‘cause I haven’t taught someone like this in a loong time.”

Lumianne rolls her eyes again. “Get them yourself. I’m going back to the showers. Bye, baby boy.”

“Wait!” Jungkook calls after her. “I can’t move ‘cause Y/N won’t let go of me!” Lumianne sighs, leaning down to pick up a few papers on a clipboard. She walks back to Jungkook, handing them over to him.

“Need anything else?”

Jungkook shakes his head, letting you squeeze him tighter as he lets go of the arm holding your shoulders. “Nope. Thanks though.”

She smiles mischievously. “I think I deserve a strawberry tart.”

Jungkook groans, swatting her away. “I bought you one this week already.”

“Only one!”

You can’t help but smile. Everyone here is so witty, attractive, and nice- you love it already. (“Only a tiny part of why I love it so much is Jungkook.” You mentally scream to your brain.)

~''~

“JUNGKOOK! NOOOO! I CANNN’T!!!!” You whine childishly, hanging on to Jungkook as though your life depended on it. He sighed for the millionth time that day.

“Y/N, the water’s only 5’6 deep. Plus, I’ll catch you if you drown. In fact, I’ll hold your back as you do it. Just please, please try to float on your back, okay?”

Only 5’6? Only 5’6?! Heck, maybe it wasn’t a lot for him, but for you…

“NO!”

Jungkook sighed again. “Listen baby, I need you to try, okay? I’ll help you, but if you keep refusing like this, you aren’t ever gonna learn to swim. Okay?” You stared at him, mouth hanging open slightly. “What?”

“Did you… just call me… b-baby?!” You nearly faint as Jungkook tilts his head slightly, adorably pouting the tiniest bit.

“So I did.”

“So I did?! That’s what you say after you call me baby?!?! Baby?!?!” You splutter, heart booming and threatening to leap out of your ribcage. You’re so stupidly in love, cheeks burning red and palms sticky with sweat, and here Jungkook is just tilting his head and acting like he did nothing.

It’s so unfair.

“So what if I called you baby?” He responds, big, starry doe eyes staring at you. Ugh. This is so stupid.

You’re about to yell again when Lumianne comes back out of the showers, pink hair wet yet still so stylish. She smirks.

“Hey lovebirds. May I take a photo?”

“NO!” You scream.

“NO!” Jungkook screams.

Lumianne takes a photo.

~''~

It’s been 1 month since you started at APC Swimming, (not Attractive People Center Swimming, but rather Amazing Performance Center Swimming. The cute red haired swimming instructor who just so happened to be Jungkook’s #1 target for his “games” named Jimin told you.) and you’re proud to say that you have mastered floating on your back, sticking your head underwater for 13 seconds, doggy paddling a very short distance, and talking to Jungkook without looking like an idiot.

Lumianne- whose hair is now a striking blue- also somehow became your best friend.

No idea how.

Anyway, you also bought a new swimsuit. It was a hot pink bikini that Lumianne insisted upon, saying that it "was made for supermodels like Gigi Hadid but you should wear it anyways since it will definitely wow Jungkook".

Yes, she knew of your crush on him, and yes, she was a Hadid superfan.

After pondering whether to wear the black swimsuit Jungkook was used to or the new pink one Lumianne liked for hours in the changing rooms, you finally decide on the pink one.

He’d love a surprise…

Right?

~''~

“Y/N! How was your- um.” Jungkook clears his throat, face burning red. He suddenly becomes very interested in a purple heart tattoo on his hand. “I… like your new… um…”

“Bikini?” You finish the sentence for him, blinking innocently.

“Erm… yes. B-bikini. It… suits you… very… um… well.” He’s still picking at the tattoo, cheeks flushed and voice stuttering.

“Thank you. Lumianne picked it out for me.” You smile sweetly, climbing down into the pool.

“Are you guys like best friends now?” He blurts out, trying oh so hard to change the subject. “I wouldn’t be surprised. You’re both annoying at times and you’re also both really… erm…”

“Un-stylish?” You suggest, trying hard not to smirk. You know what he’s talking about, and it’s not about style.

“No, um…”

“Like the color pink?”

“Not exactly, uh…”

“Then what is it?”

Jungkook’s face is a flaming crimson now, the skin where his tattoo is reddened from picking at it. He knows you know what he’s talking about. He knows you know that he was going to say that you’re both goddamn-

“You’re both attractive, although you’re way more attractive,” It comes out before he can control it, seeming like the words have a mind of their own as they stumble out of his mouth. “I-I mean…” You watch his hand flying up to cover his mouth.

"You think I'm attractive?" You question, smiling as your heart swelled with butterflies. "Well, you're also attractive.”

He smiles wide, bunny teeth showing and twinkly eyes dancing with something like shyness and joy mixed together.

“Th-thanks.”

You continue smiling at each other for a long time, and would’ve (for hours, maybe) if Lumianne hadn’t walked into the pool area holding onto the arm of an extremely tall and muscular blonde man. She smirks.

“Calvin, meet Y/N and Jungkook. Y/N’s the cute bookworm I went shopping with yesterday, and Jungkook’s that annoying guy with tattoos. Hey lovebirds. Looks like we’re in the middle of interrupting something…” She giggles. “So we’ll leave you two alone to smooch!”

Jungkook and you nearly topple over screaming a very loud “WE’RE NOT SMOOCHING” in perfect unison.

Calvin smiles mischievously. “Lumi, do you have your phone with you?”

Lumianne nods. “Yeah, why?”

“I think you should take a photo of them,” He smiles wider at the horrified look on your and Jungkook’s faces.

“Oh yeah.” Lumianne snickers. “I should totally take a photo. I already have an album in my phone of their pictures, btw. It’s called Jungkook&Y/N kissin in a tree. I should rename it though, I just learned Y/N wants to kiss JK at a fancy restaurant instead-”

“LUMIANNE!!”

The camera clicks.

“One more photo to add to my album!”

~''~

It’s your last lesson with Jungkook. 3 months passed quicker than you thought, and you’re sorry this might be the last time you see him. Lumianne seemed to notice you were a bit sad today, and she rushed off to “do something with Calvin”.

You knew what she was doing wasn’t about Calvin, but then… what?

When you entered the pool area, you were surprised to find that Jungkook wasn’t in the pool with his usual warm greeting. Instead, all you found was a note with messy handwriting reading: “hey Y/N, it’s kook :) meet me behind the APC building”. Furrowing your brow, you look around the pool. There’s no one except you.

Picking up the note, you walk out the doors.

~''~

Of everything you expected to see, none of it was Jungkook standing in front of you with wide, nervous eyes and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Jungkook?”

“Oh. You’re here. Um,” He looks around, although looking for something- or someone.

“Hey Y/N-pootsie,” Lumianne steps out, hair dark crimson with matching bold lipstick and eyeshadow. She smiles, looking very satisfied with herself. “I believe Mr. Jeon Jungkook has something to say to you.”

“Um,” Jungkook shoots her a look before clearing his throat. “I, um, in fact, do have… a thing… I mean, 2 things… to say… to… you…”

“Okay?” You stare at him, and it’s curious more than anything, but to him it just seems intimidating.

“Um… I… uh…” He swallows. “Ireallylikeyouandhavelikedyoufrom thefirstdaywemet and um doyouwannagoonadatewithme?”

You blink. "You... like me?"

"...Yes."

“I… I don’t know what to say to you. There’s just no way I could-”

“It’s okay!” Jungkook yells, hurt seeping into those eyes you loved watching crinkle up as he smiled. “I-I don’t want to pressure you or anything! I-”

“Jungkook.”

“Really! If you don’t feel-”

“Jungkook!”

He paused. “Yeah?”

“What I was going to say is that there’s just no way I could refuse something like this!” You say. His eyes go even wider.

“W-what?”

You kiss him.

He’s soft.

When you let go, Jungkook has the biggest dopey grin on his face. You mirror it, starting to laugh. Lumianne stands on the side with a small smile on her face, the kind of smile you give when your daughter gets married. Sort of half sad-ish half happy for her.

“Aww, you’re both so sweet. I guess it’s time for a ph-”

“NO, LUMIANNE!”

Click.

~''~

Whewwwwww! That was loads of fun to write. Welp, now that that's over, time for a new fic (or series!)

Please heart if you enjoyed, but don't reblog!

-*+ Rose +*-

#jungkook #bts jungkook #bts fluff #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #jungkook x you

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jinpanman · 3 years ago

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You brought this upon yourself so #1-30

hahahahahhaa well i dont think anyone is gonna send in any more asks and i am Procrastinating on Writing so.... i will answer almost all the questions that have not already been asked uwu

2. least favorite fic you wrote this year

ugh this one is a downer that's why no one asks lol but my least favorite would be my first fic of the year 😔😔😔 i had ssooo much planned for that fic and i talked such big game and i was so disappointed in myself for not being able to follow through. like i still have all the 15k worth of writing sitting in my dungeon because i am too ashamed to look at it lol so my prince jin is unfortunately the least favorite thing i have written this year

4. total number of words you wrote this year

according to ao3, i've written nearly 49k words wow. and that's just the fics that i've posted lol. i don't even wanna try to add up my wips word count.

good job me!

5. most popular fic this year

your keeper! are you surprised? i'm not! lol

6. least popular fic this year

obstruction of injustice which has a very sad very lonely 26 notes half of which are probably me reblogging it to try to get attention lol

either people really don't like mxm here or i just suck or people don't like jinkook which - too bad they're missing out i love jinkook dynamics

7. longest completed fic you wrote this year

o man. i really struggled this year lol both stinkin' adeerable and LMTFY 2 are both at 5.9k

8. shortest completed fic you wrote this year

five months standing at 479 words! wow! honestly didn't think that one was gonna be the shortest

16. fic(s) you completed this year

15 :")

17. fics you’ll continue next year

EX VILLAIN JIMIN!!!!! DUH!!!!!!!!

19. any new fics to start next year

your guess is as good as mine.

20. number of comments you haven’t read

i haven't had the chance to go through the reblogs on my most recent fic :(

22. events you participated in this year

omg four!

1. Spring Sprouts Collab 2. btsghostiewritersnet Drabble Marathon 3. btsgoldnetwork the golden royals event 4. btswritingcafe Holiday Fic Exchange

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

777335 on ao3!!!! who also happens to write the longest fic i've read this year and also is my favorite read of the year! (if you love me won't you say something). i'm so sad they're not active no more. i hope they're doing well, wherever they are on this planet 😔😔

#dntaewithluv #mai got mail #ask game

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stormyreadingsxx · 4 years ago

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The Moon On September 24th

Around the time I was gifted (thank you Isabelle <3) a radical astrology book that allowed me to unlock and understand the information laying in my and other peoples' native charts, I started to meditate and become proactive in the battle against my anxiety. I'm a pretty mercurial person (all mutable important placements represent!!!!) which means racing thoughts on a good day. Between covid, job insecurity and the fact that my profession is extremely dangerous health wise, and rising racial tensions I was barely sleeping. Barely eating. And definitely not leaving my house.

Now, I’m still an anxious person but I’ve come worlds away from just a few months ago. What healed this Virgo/Gemini Rising most of all was probably the act of gathering and farming information, knowing later (no matter how much later) it will become useful and click into place. I was using my hands, journaling and trying to commit this information to memory, and establishing a regular schedule of mediation. The moon inherently has so much to do with astrology, tarot, meditation and spirituality and so forth that it's an interesting way to read the general energy around you.

What I've learned is that every day of the week has a planetary and zodiac correspondence. Certain things and themes that are a good time to ruminate (or meditate) over for the day and manifest growth, enlightenment, and prosperity in those areas. For example, Friday is in honor of the goddesses Aphrodite & Venus. It is time to be thankful for all they do an their domain: love.

Self-love, love of others and your community, and whatever it can be interpreted to you. It's a time I asked for forgiveness, understanding, to be a better friend to others and myself. Light pink candles and let the feeling flow through you. What's love got to do with it? Or how about Saturday, ruled by planet Saturn and all about personal transformation. Death. Rebirth. The week comes to a close soon after, have you changed since then? Saturdays, I asked for the ability to adapt to and be brave enough to accept change.

Looking at things like the day of the week, the sign of the moon, and what phase it's in can do just that. Putting these pieces together is a lot like stepping back and taking a look at the big picture of a tarot reading. What do these things say together?

Today, the moon is in its First Quarter phase (meaning it is growing brighter) in Capricorn on a Thursday.

When it comes to following the moon's cycle, the First Quarter phase is a good time to stop and check in on progress. What seeds did you plant on the New Moon? Are they budding green sprouts in the soil? Maybe you need to adjust your focus and energies. Check in with your higher self and ask: am I where I need to be? Try and gain momentum for the rest of the lunar cycle and overcome anything blocking your way.

There is a responsible, earthy, active energy over us all tonight as Capricorn brings our productivity into question. You can count on this cardinal sign to start many projects and remain in motion (known for an addictive love of money or financial security).

"You might have a strong need for being useful to the society and you look for justification in the outside world. You may underestimate what you want from yourself and for yourself. Shyness may be accompanied by resentment of the fact that others ignore you. Do not seek approval from the outside, it will not help you get rid of your doubt and it is harmful to you. You have to trust your inner values."

The moon is picking up size and momentum as it hurdles towards it's full phase. Impacted by the sensibilities of Capricorn, it can make for an enlightening but uncomfortable time. Lean into the feeling you don't like, it's growth. What does Thursday have to do with this?

A day dedicated to Thor, Jupiter, and Juno, this day is all about luck. Ever felt like you had a guardian angel keeping you from getting into too much trouble? There could be some synergy in your astrological chart (like my Sun, Moon, Venus, and Jupiter being in conjunction or in the same sign!). Virgo isn't the easiest placement to have in a lot of my positions, but having them in line has definitely given me some comic form of luck in my life.

Thursdays are a good day to ask for prosperity, luck, and good health. Health is something currently always on our minds in this climate. Worrying is inevitable, take it from me. But, one thing I’ve learned is that anxiety is a world-class summoner. You’re attracting that which you dread, so get into the habit of thinking about and asking for positive things. Luck. Good fortune. Gratitude. Positivity. Try to draw all of this (and money) to yourself by the way you think!

The card I pulled with all of this on my mind is the Three of Wands.

Strategy, planning, strength, travel

“While the Two of Wands speaks to planning for the future from a place of safety and comfort, the Three of Wands shows that your plans are now well underway and you are considering even more opportunities to expand your current strategy and maximize your ultimate potential. Everything is progressing steadily and as expected, thanks to your solid preparation and ongoing drive.

The Three of Wands signals the many chances available to you to broaden your horizons through study, travel, business enterprise and learning. You are becoming more aware of the opportunities that exist for you right now – and there are still more to come. To take advantage of this potential, you must stay committed to your path and be prepared to stretch beyond your comfort zone, knowing your best hopes lie outside of your current environment. It is time to think BIG. Consider what you can to open doors to more development and self-exploration. This card encourages you to dream bigger than your limitations. Accept your vision and be confident you will achieve it.“

Find your wind, your drive, and dream big no matter what worries you.

#Tarot #Tarot Cards #Tarot Deck #Moon phases #Lunar Cycle #First Quarter Moon #Meditation #Spirituality #Thursday #Jupiter #Thor #Capricorn #Moon In Capricorn #Three of Wands #all pulls blessed with rain water :)#kind of spooky and right on what this post was about #thank you cards #divination #Moon reading

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years ago

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Hey, could you give me a match up or life generator for IkeSen? Anything is fine. I'm like 156cms (I know ;_;) I'm introverted but curious by nature. I'm also much of a talker when I become friends with someone. Kinda sassy, likes cats,dogs, raccoons (you get it) and philosophy. I get frightened easily, a box falling from my shelf suddenly can get me screaming 😂 I am a dork. Just found your blog btw and I love it 😭💖

Thanks for sending in the request and I’m sorry about the wait! Also, can I say thank you because your request saved my writer’s block because I got carried away?

Thank you for your interest in the world of Ikemen Sengoku. You will shortly be reborn in your new life. The simulation will begin in 3..... 2..... 1.......

B A C K G R O U N D

Your story began right before your first job interview in Japan. You had graduated from college a few months ago with an economics major and a philosophy minor. Many considered it a peculiar blend of studies, but the contrasting subjects allowed you to enjoy your time at college while maintaining the image of a unique candidate. All throughout school, your academics were fairly strong. It wasn’t the golden 4.0, but high enough to land you your first job. The only issue was that your Japanese wasn’t the strongest, so you were worried about not being able to convey your thoughts properly. To deal with this, you practiced in advance.

On the way to your interview, you noticed that the clouds had become larger and darker. You didn’t want to be reckless, but there was lots of traffic on the road and your interview was in fifteen minutes. If it started raining, then traffic would probably stop moving and you would be late, so you looked for an alternative route on your GPS. Luckily enough, there was a route that would get you to your destination in time. So you took the closest exit and left that mess.

The streets of the detour were small and narrow. The clouds had become so dark that it looked more like midnight than an afternoon. A shiver ran down your spine. The faster you got out of there, the better. It was not long before the rain started, thunder echoing in the background. You slowed down the speed of your car and proceeded with caution.

Your car broke down halfway through the detour. After jamming your keys to start the car (with no results), you got out of your car to search for help. You saw a man in a white lab coat with glasses on the porch of a quaint cottage and rushed to him.

“Can you help me? My car broke down in the middle of the road. ” Your voice was filled with desperation.

He was startled by your sudden appearance. “Ma’am, you need to leave. There is a wormhole that is going to open in a few minutes.”

“I can’t leave if my car doesn’t start.” A clash of thunder echoed in the background. You jumped from the loud noise and looked back at the man.

“Alright, I’ll look for some numbers that you can call to help you. However, I think that this area is extremely unsafe for you,” He said, pulling out his phone.

You nodded. As you waited for the young man in the lab coat, the storm intensified. Hints of blue and green sprouted from the clouds. Was this from the wormhole thing that the man was talking about? You wanted to ask but you didn’t want to burden him more than you already had. But the colors were rapidly spreading across the sky, forming a circle.

“Sir? It that the wormhole you were talking about?” You pointed to the colors.

He pushed up his glasses with his fingers. His eyes widened. “You need to leave now. Just run away from here.”

Although you had no idea where the wormhole would take you, you knew it was nothing good. So you ran as fast as you could, but the wind ran with you. It grew stronger until it lifted you from your feet and threw you into the glowing wormhole.

F R I E N D S

Date Masamune

After saving Nobunaga’s life at Honno-ji, you tried your best to adjust to the Sengoku Era. However, the different expectations, mentalities, and social concepts made it almost impossible. Your introverted nature made it harder to talk to the other warlords and your fear only added to the distance. There was Ieyasu (who felt that Nobunaga made a mistake in keeping you around), Hideyoshi (who was still suspicious about your affiliations), and Mitsuhide (he’s the one who caused the fire at Honno-ji in our timeline, so you’re suspicious of him).

Your relationship with Masamune was interesting, to say the least. He nearly chopped off your head when confirming that you were from the future, smashed your arm because you had gotten to close to him during his training, and served you the spiciest dish that was reserved for Ieyasu. Yet he still dared to flirt with you, as if he hadn’t nearly killed you three times.

However, he was the friendliest out of everyone else. He would offer to take you around the town and helped you get settled in your new life. For that, you were extremely grateful. Sometimes the two of you would be out all day, as Masamune would bring Shogestu in the forests. You would point out the different animals around the area. Although he knew the forests very well, your observations made him feel that he was the foreigner.

“Did you see that deer?” You said.

He spun his head around. Then he looks back at you. “Yes, I do. There’s a beautiful doe sitting right in front of me.”

You give him a playful shove. “That’s not what I’m talking about, you idiot.”

“Oh ho, our little lassie is getting feisty!” He laughs.

“I am not little!” You try to shove him, but he doesn’t budge against the weight of your arms. Instead, he howls with laughter.

You stand up straight and clear your throat. “The only thing that’s little is your manhood!”

He freezes in the middle of his laugh. His face momentarily warps with awe and you feel good about sassing him for once. But his face turns into a smirk.

“Is that so? I don’t recall ever showing you anything.” He moves closer towards you. “Unless we had an encounter that I don’t remember.”

Your face turns red as you push him away. “I think I’m done here.”

He turns away with laughter, calling for his tiger cup. You dust off your kimono and look one last time into the woods, searching for any other animals. There aren’t any.

Except for the one-eyed beast who disguised his feelings of love in the form of friendship. A friendship he could never escape.

Other friends: Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Sanada Yukimura, Oda Nobunaga

**Quick Note: Basically he’s the other suitor in love with you during your time there, but he’s also your closest friend.

R O M A N C E

Akechi Mitsuhide

Although you spent lots of time with Masamune, your sights were set elsewhere. At first, you weren’t interested in this silver-tongued snake for romantic purposes. You assumed he was the one who tried to kill Nobunaga due to the events in our timeline, so you wanted to learn more about his schemes. At first, you kept your distance-- there was no need to interact with a shady traitor. Instead, you got your information about Mitsuhide from other people. The best source of information was the maids, but they had too much information (which were nothing but rumors). When you asked the warlords, they couldn’t tell you much either. He was a mystery waiting to be caught.

At one point, you decided to tell Nobunaga about the future and how it was Mitsuhide that set the fire at Honno-ji. However, you had no proof to back your claims. So against your better nature, you went and tailed Mitsuhide. This was the worst mistake possible because he figured you out within seconds of your investigation. When he asked you questions about your investigations, you didn’t give him any answers. However, that wasn’t necessary because he had you all figured out.

Soon, the tables turn on you. Mitsuhide investigated you because you had investigated him. While you cluelessly walked around the palace, he followed you to ensure you weren’t a threat. Once he assessed that you weren’t an assassin, Mitsuhide began to talk to you in public. At first, his conversations caught you off-guard. But you grew more comfortable around him, despite the warnings from everyone else. Mitsuhide himself warned about his other side, but you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. After all, your curiosity had shown you that he was much more than his reputation.

You spent your time trying to sass him, causing him to outwit you almost every time. Some times he’d let you have the last word, but you knew when he let you win. Instead, he was drawn to your dorkiness. It was a rare sight in the Azuchi Palace for someone to be so dorky. However, he realized that there was a more mature side to you when serious conversations arose. The mix of purity and realism surprised him; you were less naive than he expected.

However, the worst part of your relationship was when he tried to scare you. Once he figured out that you were easily startled, Mitsuhide used against you with no limits. One day, you were delivering a message from Masamune to Hideyoshi when you felt a cool breeze rush by.

You spun around. “Whose there?”

There was no answer. You shivered but continued on your journey to Hideyoshi’s room. Then, you heard soft footsteps behind you.

You jumped. “I know you’re following me! Show yourself!” You voice waivers.

Nothing. You let out a sigh, telling yourself that you were overreacting. A few steps later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. A scream escaped your lips and your feet tripped over each other. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the collision between your nose and the floor.

Instead, a pair of light arms grabbed your waist and draws you upwards. You open your eyes to find yourself face-to-face to Mitsuhide. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you are at a loss of words

“Careful, princess. Is that how you want to fall for me?”

F I N A L F A T E

As you spent more time with the warlords, you felt more at home. The world you once knew had become a distant memory; one that you weren’t sure that you wanted to return to. Time passed as you and Mitsuhide officialized your relationship, you and Masamune bid farewell as he returned to Oshu to take care of some business, and you became acquainted with the Uesugi-Takeda forces. Throughout all these changes, your love for your lover never waivered.

However, when Sauskue informed you that the wormhole to the present would appear in the next month, your whole life fell apart. While you wanted to stay at Azuchi with Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, and everyone else, you had left another set of relationships behind, Your friends, family, and that new job you wanted. Although you had found everything that you wanted in the Sengoku Era, you still wanted to accomplish your 21st-century dreams. So you packed your bags and prepared for the journey. Although Mitsuhide was devastated with your choice, he chose to accompany you until you stepped through the wormhole.

Once you arrived at your destination, you began having second thoughts. Your life was perfect in this era, you had everything. Why should you leave now? As Sasuke entered the portal, he held his hand out to help into the portal. You looked from his hand to your lover. Your mind was set.

“I’m sorry Sasuke, but I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll stay.” You run to Mitsuhide and embrace him in a tight hug.

Sasuke nods with a soft smile. “You do what’s best for you.”

With that, he disappears along with your old life. And you couldn’t be any happier.

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mielikki-austin · 3 years ago

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09102021

Firstly, some health news that turns out not to be news after all, for which we are very grateful- I had a cancer scare! A few weeks ago I had my yearly regular mammogram and they said they wanted me to go back in because something looked weird. So I did that last week, and they said there's definitely something going on, and they did an ultrasound right then. I watched, and it was clearly something- it looked like when you have a smooth piece of wood and there's a knot in the wood grain pattern. So a needle biopsy was done Wednesday, and I got the results back quickly: "Good news! The biopsy of your breast shows a benign results of fibroadenoma. These are not cancerous but you should have a discussion with breast surgeon about the possibility of removing it before it grows. I can refer you to breast surgeon for discussion." I'll be talking to my doctor about that in the near future, but the worst did not come to pass, thank the gods. On to photos! It's going to be a planty update this week, since I assume you'd rather not see the photo of the ultrasound. So, on to the garden report!

1. My potato plant looks like shit - you may recall, one of our 50 cent plain ol' baking potatoes got forgotten in the pantry and sprouted, so I planted it. It made a big, green beautiful plant but about 75% of it has died of some unknown malady. I tried to research it, but it turns out that a *lot* of things can fuck up a potato plant. There's a list as long as your arm with things like potato weevils, potato mites, black potato smut, southern weeping potato blight, potato melting fungus, Cooper's horrible potato worms, and on and on. I have no idea what has been afflicting it, and so I cut off all the dead growth, sprayed some shit on it, and am hoping for the best but not really getting my hopes up. God clearly hates potatoes.

2. My tomatoes also look like hell. I have gotten just tons of tomatoes off of them, but maybe a third of the foliage has turned brown from... also, endless possibilities. I've seen stink bugs messing with the fruits, and I've picked off a couple of hornworms which are these horrifically gigantic caterpillars that are almost the side of a goddamn hot dog (they make lovely big moths, I'm told) and I was wondering if they were done for, but they've gotten a bunch of new green happy-looking growth (including flowers) so I'm leaving them alone to see what happens. I think it's safe to say that my style of gardening is best described as 'benign neglect', and I've met with a satisfying amount of success with it.

3. Beleaguered artichoke - it continues to live, but it's clearly not happy. Again, I'm not sure why, but it doesn't seem to be from some pest but like it doesn't like the growing conditions. It's been blasted by sunlight all day long, and when I think about the ones I saw when I went to California, they all seemed to be thriving in the foggy, cool weather so maybe they're not a fan of the heat. So I've given it extra water, and it's hanging in there.

4. Cat plants - because I have become a crazy cat person, I've noticed that the older cat is sad about the lack of grass in the back yard since it has been taken over by the sea of beige rocks. Eric had some leftover wood from the big planter boxes and I talked him into making a planter for a grass bed. He finished it yesterday, and I've just now filled it with soil and put a couple of little catnip plants in it, and sowed it with cat grass seeds from the pet store (which are, if I recall, barley, oats, wheat and rye) and some alfalfa seeds from the health food section of the store. I'm hoping this will make a nice little bed for the cats to lay in and munch on and they (the cats) will be less sad.

5. A latecomer - the blackberry, which has been in the ground for almost a year, has exploded in growth in the last few weeks. It lived through the freeze but stayed less than a foot tall well into the summer then just went nuts. Not sure what made it so happy now, and I'm about 95% sure it's not going to produce anything this year, but that's fine. And I think that's how this variety of blackberry do anyway- growing out the first year then fruiting in the second year. I'll look for flowers on it next spring.

6. Back yard - closing out the letter with a little bit of peace. You can almost hear the water splashing and feel the warm breeze. It's still very much summer here, but the days are noticeably shorter, and the light looks a little more golden. Soon it will be fall and I can't wait.

All my love.

#weeklydadletter

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jlej-ccc · 3 years ago

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CREATE/REFLECT: While these three resources are from different cultural paradigms, each addresses situations akin to 'upholding the mana of language'. All of these resources are also written in a more poetic register, than what is usually considered the 'norm' in academic writing. Write a poem, or some poetic prose drawing on what you've learned from the various resources about language this week.

I am crying now

I know you

My tear ducts are short fuses these days

the drops don't sting like

the sharp pain of embarrassment

or burn as hot blood under skin

but trace the topograph on my skin

after the dam releases

You mean to say

I can create my home here?

that in no place am I lost

should I only learn the names of the heather

the brush

and the life in the mud?

That to turn from a stranger to friend

I need only introduce myself?

I could speak away the ideas that consume me

In death I won't leave

I'll come home!

Yes, that's good

and no man is my foe

If I simply speak the language he breathes

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-Being clothed (lavalava) had little to do with clothes or laei. In pre-Papalagi times, to wear nothing above the navel was not considered 'nakedness.' To 'clothe' one's arse and genitals was enough. In many Pacific cultures, body decoration and adornment is considered clothing. We have to be careful about those terms though because much of what has been considered 'decoration' or 'adornment' by outsiders is to do with identity (individual/aigra/group), status, age, religious beliefs, relationships to other art forms and the community, and not to do with prettying yourself.

For instance, during the First South Pacific Arts Festival, held in Suva, Fiji, in 1971, the Nambas of the New Hebrides (now Vanuatu) performed with only penis sheaths and elaborate body decoration and considered themselves fully clothed, while the majority of the missionary-converted Pacific Islands audience 'laughed' at them for being 'naked savages.' Even the elders of our Samoan performing group said that to me. I reminded them that before the missionaries and the other Victorians made us ashamed of our lack of clothing we wore little clothing (in Papalagi terms) but we believed ourselves 'clothed.'

-What does clothed mean?

-Much has been written about Samoan tatauing but little about the actual meanings of the terms tatau and malu. The word tatau has many meanings: (1) ta - to strike, referring in this case to the rapid tapping action when tatauing. (2) tau - to reach the end, to anchor/moor a boat or canoe, to fight. So, ta plus tau could mean 'let's fight, ' let's go to war,' or 'striking' until we reach a conclusion. (3) tatau also means appropriate, apt, right and proper, balanced, fitting. (4) tata - to strike repeatedly (Each tufuga ta tatau has his own rhythm, each person being tataued works out a rhythm to combat/withstand the pain) u - to bite, or is the sound of supressed pain as you clench your teeth to try and withstand the pain. (5) tatau - also means to wring the wetness/moisture/juice out of something. (Apparently, this is what happens when you're being tataued - the blood and pain are being 'wrung' out of you. Also,after long periods of pain you feel totally 'wrung out'!)

The woman's tattoo is called a malu. (1) malu - to be shaded, to be protected. (The malu is also the motif which is unique to the malu.) (2) malu - coolness (3) malu - soft, to soften

-In a deep psychological, mythological, symbolic way, tatauing is the act of printing/scripting a genealogical/spiritual/philosophical text on the blood of testing to see if it can bear the pain of being in a human, of storying it, giving it human design, shape, form, identity, yet risking all of that if the tatauing results in your bleeding to death or your contracting AIDS.

-'non academic style' but clearer for it?

-"What is the Post-Colonial Body? It is a body 'becoming,' defining itself, clearing a space for itself among and alongisde other bodies, in this case alongside other literatures. By giving it a Samoan tatau, what am I doing, saying? I'm saying it is a body coming out of the Pacific, not a body being imposed on the Pacific. It is a blend, a new development, which I consider to be in heart, spirit and muscle, Pacific: a blend in which influences from outside (even the English Language) have been indigenised, absorbed in the image of the local and national, and in turn have altered the national and local"

"You'll notice I use the term blend or new development and avoid the term 'hybrid/hybridity,' a term which sprouts prolifically in a lot of papers and student essays. Why? Because it is of that outmoded body of colonial theories to do with race, wherein if you were not pure Caucasian or 'full-blooded' Samoan or what-have-you, you were called 'half-caste,' 'quadroon,' 'mixed race,' 'coloured,' 'a clever part-Maori,' and inferior to the pure product. When Picasso developed cubism from African art and other influences was cubism called a hybrid, or a new development? Do we call the American Novel a hybrid, or the American Novel? Do we call someone whose mother is Scandinavian and father English a half-caste Scandinavian or part-English or a hybrid, or English if he lives in England? 'Hybrid' no matter how theorists, like Homi Bhabha, have tried to make it post-colonial still smacks of the racist colonial."

- resource 2 " language deficit leads to attention deficit"

-names for things create intimacy and respect

#resources response #week four

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survivorreelsmagicwithin · 4 years ago

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Episode 5- “Good thing I bought a box of wine the other day.. I'm gonna need it.”-Jess

After Gryffindors tribal Raffy was voted out. This is either just bad news for Raffy specifically or for the Gryffindor tribe. I don't know how much what he's said and done as his tribe speaks to him, but I'm going to be stepping up my social game now to try and avoid a similar fate. https://am24.mediaite.com/tms/cnt/uploads/2015/07/Harry-Potter-Disgusted-Gif.gif

We are playing Mastermind this round and... I dunno what a good score is on this game ever. I always think I did well at it and then people blow me out of the water. I hope I did well enough that we avoid another tribal, but I have my own personal doubts. I explored the castle today. I went behind some barrels. I guess since I'm technically sorted into Gryffindor that I didn't know what the barrels are - I went behind them and found the Hufflepuff common room where I talked to Professor Sprout's flowers... They told me that Hagrid has a new dog. Either Hagrid is in the Forbidden Forest or these flowers are liars. I've been to Hagrid's Hut and interacted with each thing he owns. I saw no dog. https://dontyoushushme.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/tumblr_lp98471uss1qa8ir9o1_r1_500.gif

Mastermind is one of my very favorite comps so if someone causes us to go to tribal during this challenge I'm going to be VERY upset!!

37 minutes later

If these people really think I'm going to rocks they have lost their minds.

So I flopped the challenge and will probably have my name thrown out as an option so... PARTY! However, I decided to play the "omg I fucked up feel bad for me" card so maybe that'll either make people feel bad for me...or they'll make me a target. I kind of want people to feel bad for me? but also like I think people know I'm going through a rough time right now so if they vote me out they are going to hell xoxoxox But I'm gonna try and put in the werk to make sure I DON'T GET VOTES.. How may you ask? I think the key is Owen? I know Owen is a VERY social player and on a tribe like this I think having great social skills really can propel you into the top ranks. So I've decided to give Owen some "spell guesses" to help build some sort of trust moving forward.... will this help? probably not.... BUT right now.........the only kind of currency I have in this game is information (which I have none of because.. well new tribe...) and my guesses. Hopefully he feeds into my bullshit and sees that I do actually want to work with him (for now). So the goal is simple, I want people to think I'm NOT DISPOSABLE. People in games are selfish, they want to know what you CAN DO FOR THEM and I plan on doing just that. I also fucked around and shared guesses with Juls. She gave me a clue and I for the LOVE OF ME CAN NOT FIND THIS CRITTER. I thought it was that stupid Harry Potter spider but he told me to fuck off.. idk I'M SO STRESSED. Good thing I bought a box of wine the other day.. I'm gonna need it.

3 minutes later

PS: Landen is either playing too hard too fast or... he has my back? IDK. He's basically naming me as 1 of 4 people he doesn't want to go.. and we... we've spoken like twice. No game talk, nothing. We talked about MILK. How the fuck does he want me safe and not to go? IDK it seems fishy but I'll take it. Maybe he's just promising everyone safety right now and that's his game? I literally don't care. I will take whatever I get at this point. I want Max out. I've decided he really annoys me and I can't work with someone who thinks "penis" is a funny joke. I have nothing in common with him and... from the sounds of it something was "off" with him on his old tribe so... maybe just maybe.. that's something I can WORK WITH. Fucking weebz.

Oh my god, thank god we won! I do not want to have to deal with another tribal. For a unanimous vote, our tribal sure was messy. I think my position so far in this game is super solid, I'm in a great position with Nick and Kevin because we talk a lot and I have formed really strong relationships with both of them. My postion with Dan is honestly fantastic, I know he trusts me because he told me about his advantage in the game (a vote steal). Jules and I are good, we honestly just like each other and she was the first person to tell me that Miguel was throwing my name around. She also knows about Dan's advantage. I'm a little worried about her though because each tribal we have gone to she has gotten a vote, plus she started drama with Raffy before she left. I still think she is super sweet, but I'm worried that her confrontational personality is going to get her voted out and I'm not sure that there is much I can do about it.

I'm going to mess around and get voted out, I have such a big mouth, y'all. SO FAR TODAY, I have told Chips I didn't hear his name... then fifteen minutes later I DID hear his name. Next I told Jess I heard Chips's name thinking she came up with it and she said it was news to her LSJFLDSJF. Then I told Juls that I didn't hear anything... to which her and Jess are probably comparing notes. I showed Lily all the places I've looked for the idol and last but not least I TOLD OWEN ABOUT THE OG HUFFLEPUFF ALLIANCE. I AM GOING TO GET VOTED OUT, WHY DO I HAVE SUCH A BIG MOUTH????? SOMEONE HELP ME.

hufflepuffle LOST immunity! that is so not the marshmallow move i was trying to make :/ over the course of the game, i've really bonded with lily, so i think that is going to be my close alliance here, obviously aside from juls, who i knew pre-game and we are just good friends. i do think juls would backstab me if she had to, so i'll keep my eye out for her, even tho id most likely die for her. *bleeds out* well when we got to this lil ol tribe, max made the bold move to instantly create a hufflepuffle group chat and declare how we are #HUFFSTRONG. i made the stupid decision to not trust my gut instinct on ruthie's distant responses, and now i am paying the price for that, because as far as i've heard ruthie is telling people hufflepuff is tight and is trying to blindside max, leaving me in the dark. i'm honestly less upset at the target on max, and more upset that she is trying to leave me (and pooossibly lily? cant be sure.) in the dark. I'm a little bit annoyed with it. like, we openly discussed voting about max on the original hufflepuff. i get that circumstances change, but there's no reason to leave me blind. i understand it from owen, jess, chips, but... why from ruthie lol? we've talked about it before and it's just like. bleh. that's my bad, for not talking to ruthie more on a personal level before and after the swap. i can be slow to make official alliances and cement my bonds in survivor, it's a strategy that's risky in the short term but pays off dividends in the long term when people really like AND trust you. that emotion is somethin necessary! it works its own kind of ~Magic~ so to speak. but right now it's definitely showing its weaknesses with ruthie trying to play me and my quietness with chips/owen/jess biting me in the butt a bit because they don't trust me. T_T i will have to work to prove i am a trustworthy ally for them, but in the meantime, as long as i can survive this vote (lol that means i am going home) then i'm fine and it's whatever. i want to try to think of a better wham line to close out this confessional, but i can't, so it's just going to kind of wither off and die here, as this sentence stumbles along on its meager way to find SOME version of sufficient punctuation to the topic, punctuated by actual punctuation.

this vote is gonna be.. como se dice.. interesting. working with max and landen while now being added to an alliance with owen, jess and chips um. smiles. it’s gonna be smth! but it seems like max is the target for this round which sucks but, i’d rather go with majority and help push that than make myself a target for wanting go against the odds.. idk if that made sense LMAO. but i’m just stressed! i love max so much but.. i wanna keep the people who weren’t on the og hufflepuff tribe close as opposed to letting them go so easily.

THE WAY I HAD ONE OF THE LOWEST SCORES IN MASTERMIND https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_Maspo1z34

Well here we are forced to actually play the game. And well.......this vote is crazy. I should have honestly anticipated this craziness but the craziness has been thrust upon us. Sincerely really enjoy everyone on this tribe. This meant that whatever decision I made on who to vote out would be strictly strategic. I know I can't vote out anyone from original hufflepuff because that inherently puts all of the original hufflepuff in danger of being easy targets in any future votes. I can't even in my brain consider voting out one of them at this vote because of this. I feel great about my social game rn. Several people are interested in working with me to my face and apparently in passing to others. This means that I'm unlikely to be a target for a vote but this could honestly all change after this. I feel the most trust and loyalty to Ruthie and Landen and I also feel like Max really has my back even though we haven't explicitly said this to each other. I also feel good about Jess. She told me today that she doesn't care too much as long as it isn't me or her and that semed honest to me? This leaves Juls, Owen, and Chips. Juls seems wishy-washy but I can tell she wants to vote Max but is nervous to say that to me. She is a newer player so this makes sense. I can tell that Landen doesn't want to vote Juls but no one really does so she doesn't make sense as the target. Chips has always been a good ally to me in the past but the past few games we have played together we have trouble being honest on what we want to happen.I want to work with Chips and don't want to see him go on this vote. I don't think he is as big of a threat at this stage of the game as Owen. Owen is one of the smartest people I've played with he has one of the best social games I've seen. He has a way of getting people on his side. I know he is thinking about a lot and knows that Max going right now is what is best for him. I want to trust owen and work with owen but my gut says that isn't what is going to work this time. Ruthie told us (Landen and I) about how they made a final 2 before the game even started (before we were told not to talk in the Great Hall chat in PMs) and now she is clearly backing out of that. Right now OG huffs are planning to vote Owen out. I think this is the best strategic play for us but will anyone else see it? Or will people be hyper focused on voting an OG huff that they would prefer to go to a rock draw than vote Owen. I'm not sure and I don't think I'm mentally prepared for what is about to go down. I'm hoping Jess, Chips, or Juls would be willing. But I'm also nervous not telling any of them about the vote could be the actual mistake we are making. Should I put my trust in Jess or Chips and see if they would vote Owen? I DON'T KNOW. Do I sound like I know what I'm doing??? NO. Am I attemping to make money moves??? YES. Is it the right decision????? PROBABLY NOT. But....we shall see. We shall see.

Kind of happy we lost because this will be an interesting one for sure... As I said before, we have 4 hufflepuff and 4 non-hufflepuff on our tribe, and I wanted to jump on that IMMEDIATELY, so the second I heard Hufflepuff had a group chat (thanks ruthie hehe) I made one with Chips, Juls, and Jess. Jess and Juls are my gorls in this game, and I'm glad I finally get to make stuff happen with them. I want Ruthie to trust me (she messaged me for a final 2 literally night one before we found out we couldnt pm each other in the great hall), and I do really love her - but since we're on different "sides" of the tribe, I wanted to play smart. I originally threw out both Chips AND Max names, to make it seem like old tribal lines mean nothing to me, but then today I've been telling Ruthie and Landen I'm leaning way more towards Max beacuse he hasnt talked to me and Chips has, which is true. Ruthie seems to agree that Max should go - she told me he did some qweird stuff like pranks and things on their old tribe, and Landen said that Max would've been first boot. So it seems easy enough?? But then.... here comes Lily, with her own brain and stuff. Why can't people stop having opinions and just do what I say??? I can tell Lily wants to keep Max, which makes sense. She probably wants to keep the Hufflepuff security in numbers. But I'm not writing Chips down, period, and they all know it. No matter what happens, as long as it is Max or Chips I'm fine. I'm just using this vote to have as many conversations with Lily, Ruthie, Landen, Jess, and Juls about game as possible to further myself, and I don't much care who leaves as long as it isn't me Jess or Juls. But I do think for the hell of it I'd go to rocks if I had to - bc if they're going to ROCKS for Max?? I sure as hell don't want to be outnumbered. Hopefully ruthie is being honest in wanting max gone and can change lily's mind.

https://youtu.be/TBrNjh2DnU4

SO my big mouth strikes again. Landen came to me earlier and OWEN SPILLED ABOUT ME SPILLING ABOUT THE HUFFLEPUFF ALLIANCE. I WAS SO MAD. Mad enough to agree to voting him out and now I just feel guilty. Jess, Juls, Owen and Chips don't know that there is going to be a tie tonight after all. We feel like if we vote Owen that we can get Chips to vote with us in the revote and I hope that is the case because I REALLY don't want to go to rocks. Part of me thinks I should call Owen out on him spilling the alliance secret to him and try to fix things but I'm still very salty about it. I'm so sad and I feel so guilty but... HE COMPLETELY MESSED MY GAME UP AND I TRUSTED HIM!

So it has been a day. That's for sure. Got in my first alliance of people who didnt start Hufflepuff. Found out from two out of three Hufflepuffs my name was thrown out. May be leaving or at the very least the subject of a tie vote. If the target Max has an idol I leave guaranteed. I hope not.

I am a horrible person. My heart is pounding so hard, this move is either going to make or break my game. :(

I would like to publicly thank Hufflepuff for extending my life in the game by another round- much obliged. Not sure how much of a difference it’ll make in the end lmao but nonetheless I’m still technically alive. Either this is the quietest game I’ve ever been apart of or everyone is definitely working together and I’m on the bottom. I know Kevin isn’t in on it but that Raffy vote was suspicious and you can’t tell me otherwise. Because how am I talking to everyone all day long but I don’t find out the vote is Raffy until 2 hours before the vote and that’s “what everyone is doing”? Not to mention it came from Jules, not Dan or Nicholas aka the people I thought I had a halfway decent relationship with. So the only way you can explain how I’m the last to know even though they were several opportunities for like 5 different people to tell me is that those 5 are working together. So basically I’m praying Hufflepuff can take one more L after tonight because if not, there’s a high chance I’m gonna have to beg for my life. And I’m not above it! But I also can do the math and I don’t know if Slytherin is smart enough to realize they’re handing the game over to Ravenclaw. Who knows though- maybe Jess or Juls will go home on the other side and that will strengthen my plea of attack Ravenclaw while we still can. Cause there’s 9 Huffleclaw left and 6 of Slytherdor so I’m like... we can’t all be the cute swing vote at merge that gets picked up to be a number but hey what do I know

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xxkids-w-o-timexx · 6 years ago

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[[ooc an: Jeremy is supposed to be a deep blue, but they didnt have deep blue in the color options. It's a good thing purple is also one of his colors!]]

He said he was going on a trip to Brazil for his Red Cross work. He said that it wouldn't take that long. He said that he would be sure to come back safe.

Well, Apollo doesn't believe him. Or, Jeremy doesn't. They have been following Ethan's trail for 3 days now. Ethan didn't go to Brazil. He went to a planet called Gloris, home to 4 different alien races, each resembling a zone of deepness in Earth's ocean (or that's how Yusuke has been catalouging it). The atmosphere is so thick that it's liquid, but it's also breathable and weightless somehow. They've been swimming/walking along this random straying path between underwater-tornado weather phenomena. They could definitely feel two different temperatures of "air" as they came to a crossroads.

A blobfish-like humanoid merperson was swimming towards them, calmly following the pathway, thus staying safe as Apollo had found out. They swam very slowly, more so allowing the current to pull them. Apollo looked to the left to see other creatures, some off the path, only one other on it. The creature on the path looked to be carrying a book, so Apollo walked towards it. Hopefully it understood him.

"Excuse me?" Apollo said through the liquid. It was difficult, but as a vocal genius, such was an easy feat. He swam towards the book creature, noticing that they, too, were wearing glasses. Long thick burgundy hair-like fins extended around them, mostly sprouting from the top of their head, much like a human. Apollo thinks that maybe it's because there is no need to move fast here that an accessory like hair is allowed. They had tied their own pastel purple hair up to keep hydrodynamic.

Yusuke takes note of the creature's very long and strong looking lower half. This was definitely a predator who's top half was a lure. They must tread carefully.

The creature looks up with a very humanoid face and smiles, lowering it's book. "Hello. Are you a friend of Elder Thomas?"

He's been here.

"Yes, his boyfriend, actually." Rex says confidently and the rest chastize him internally.

The creature looks surprised before chuckling. "He said to be expecting you. Come with me." It offers a hand, it's tail flicking behind it to bring it closer, slowly, creepingly.

Kayanari snaps into action and laughs loudly, which startles the creature. "Where are your manners? What is your name and state your purpose."

It blinks a few times before laughing nervously. "Of course. Where are my manners... My name is Glugnkrlik, which I'm sure is hard for you to pronounce. So you may call me-"

"Glugnkrlik. Glug n kr lik. Glugnkrlik. It's beautiful! To me, that is, because it's foreign. I'm sure my names will bore you."

"Oh, I... Wow, you said it..." They chuckle, before sighing. "My name is... Gloog... And Elder Thomas is... also my boyfriend... So... This is awkward..."

"NO no! I'm perfectly chill with it!" Rex laughs nervously because Gloog is really cute... "Um, actually, I also find you attractive. Which is more so meant as a compliment than a pick up line." Yusuke clears their throat and looks away, straightening their clothes. "Your purpose?" Kayanari repeats.

"Ye-Yes. I am taking you to your next destination. He said you may get confused at the crossroads." Gloog giggles at their reaction.

They frown deeply which just ends up looking cute on their face and they know it. "That bastard... He knows how confuzzled I get." They squint their eyes. "I despise him thoroughly at times."

Gloog can't help but laugh, not quite understanding why he felt comfortable enough to laugh. "You are... also very attractive... but where are your manners, hm?" He nudges their elbow with his as they move to walk beside them on the right path.

"Oh! Of course. My name is Apollo Rex Jeremy and I am following Ethan Elder Thomas's trail because I thought it would be fun." They smile at Gloog and he gets a look of understanding fear.

He doesn't know why he feels uneasy. Perhaps it's their carefree nature? It feels carefree yet calculating. How can you be that at the same time? Gloog is beginning to wonder what exactly it was Elder Thomas wanted him to do with this creature. "You... are quite interesting. No wonder Elder Thomas talks about you more than his other consorts."

Jeremy perks up. "R-Really? He does? Wh-what does he say about me?" He tears up and Geoffrey threatens to come out before Rex steps in. "Is he still complaining about New Years Eve?" He smirks audaciously.

Gloog chuckles and calls over the tiny herd of Dumbo Octopus looking creatures. One of them lands on Gloog's head, to which everyone giggled. "Well, I haven't heard about New Years Eve, But I certainly heard about Hallows Eve."

The outrage expressed by them was so funny, Gloog couldn't help but laugh at it. "I CAN'T BELIEVE HE TOLD YOU THAT ONE! Oh my gosh! He can be such a little trickster, you know?" Apollo chuckled out the frustration, his expression becoming solemn. "I hope he's ok..."

Gloog hummed. "Elder Thomas is a very competent and strong warrior. He deals well against the monsters in this land. I hear that you have very strong psychic abilities."

Apollo blushes and looks away. "I... They're not that strong... Definitely not as strong as his. I'm an expert novice. I'm really good at a little bit of everything. So I'll never be a master, but I'll be a really great assistant!"

Gloog looks confused, guiding them past more forks in the road and towards less tornados. "That's so... sad to hear. You can be whatever you want to be, you know."

"STOP. I don't want to hear that talk. I'll show you a trick of mine instead, ok?" Geoffrey halts the conversation in it's place before Jeremy picks it back up.

Gloog looks startled, but nods.

Jeremy concentrates, lifting a hand up, murmuring something under his breath before his eyes open wide, glowing with a deep blue as lights dance before them like the Aurora Borealis. When he lowers his hand and inhales deeply, the flow fades along with the light show and he laughs heartily. "I haven't done magic in a while. That was nice."

Gloog hums in appreciation, leaning against them with hearts in his eyes. "It was nice, yes." He sighs happily as they continue their journey, together.

[[Edit: added color coords]]

#apollo rex jeremy #ethan elder thomas #glugnkrlik #apollo #rex #jeremy #yusuke #kayanari #gloog #geoffrey #ethan #elder thomas #kids w/o time

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shimmy-sham-with-the-fam · 8 years ago

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For the prompts/request project: Fantasy AU for Killugon? :3 (anything works! eg. Killua as a wizard and Gon as a dragon-trainer, or anything else, i'm just giving ideas XD) hope it's fine!!

I finally finished this! Sorry, this took a lil bit of time!

I hope this is kinda fantasy-ish!

I definitely took some liberties with this… But it was a lot of fun!

Thank you for making my first request so amazing, @kigamin! :)

Here is the art that is paired with the fic!

(I apologize in advance for the terrible back ground.. I am awful with those…)

Here’s also a lil bonus sketch of Gon’s shirt because I actually super love it?

Title: Boy X With X Wings

Rate: General Audience

Words: 2289

Killua couldn’t help but stare at the boy in front of him with a mixture of awe and curiosity. Despite seeing each other every day for the past few months, he would always feel his breath hitching when his eyes graced upon the two limbs that naturally rested close his body. Both of the large appendages reflected golden-green colors, and if Killua took an even closer peek, he could make out the details of the smalls scales that lined in rows. In order to make room for the two large members that sprout from his shoulder blades, Gon sported a backless top that reached over his shoulders and covered his neck, almost similar to a turtleneck. Where the clothing didn’t cover, freckles could be seen washing over the boy’s sun bathed skin.

It was honestly hard to believe that Gon wasn’t just some dream, or maybe even an creation from his own imagination. But the smooth, scaled textures underneath the tips of his pale fingers served as proof enough. Gon was real.

And Gon had wings.

“They feel pretty weird, huh?” the owner of the wings chuckled at his friend’s curiosity.

Killua hummed in confirmation while continuing to stroke the left limb protruding from Gon’s shoulder blade. “How did you get these? Were you born with them?”

“No; my aunt told me that my dad was experimenting with a few things when I was a baby. Apparently he had decided to test some sort of potion on me to test if a human could acquire certain traits from different beasts. I guess you could say his test was a success.”

Killua’s lips pulled down into disgust. “He did that to you when you were a baby?! What a terrible dad!” The wings that Killua had easily become accustomed to petting were ripped from under his touch. The owner peered back at him from over his shoulder in the most childish pout in existence.

“I don’t think it was wrong!” Gon objected. “They’re a part of me! Are you saying you don’t like them?!”

“Wha- no! That’s not it! I just was thinking that he just did it when you couldn’t even say you were okay with it!” Killua tried to reassure his friend that he had no actual qualms about the wings themselves. Just the morality in which Gon had acquired them.

Then again, Killua knew he had no room to talk where morals of family members are concerned. Considering his father was the current ruler over Kukuroo Kingdom, the family demanded certain… training practices for self defense and survival of torture methods in case he was caught by an enemy. Much of these tactics included becoming immune to poisons, electricity, and whipping. But Killua had figured out in the short while that he had known the dragon boy that it was one thing for Gon to go through abnormal events. But it was another for his friend to do so. It was probably best that Killua stay silent on that subject for a while.

The pout that rested on Gon’s face instantly brightened into the widest smile Killua could have possibly imagined. Sometimes, Killua wondered how the other teen was able to smile so widely without making the muscles of his cheeks sore.

A bell chimed from the distance, reminding them that their time together was short.

“”Ah! I have to go back before my lessons starts!” Killua exclaimed hastily. He tried to stand up, but was quickly reminded of why they had been sitting. “Ouch!” His back hit against the tree behind him as he whimpered.

“Killua, does your ankle still hurt from the fall earlier?” The young Zoldyck winced in a reply. In all of the wonder of Gon’s wings and amazing chocolate, Killua had completely forgotten that when he and Gon were playing at an earlier time, he had twisted his ankle and face planted into the ground. He wasn’t normally the clumsy one of the two; no, that was normally Gon’s field of expertise. But somehow, Killua became much more aware of his inelegant tendencies. Today was just another painful reminder that Gon has such a peculiar effect on him.

“I’ll be fine,” Killua finally breathed out. “But I have to get to my lessons soon or my mother will be pissed!”

“Well…” Gon shimmied his eyes down at Killua’s bandaged ankle before looking back up into crystal ocean eyes. “I could fly you back?”

“What?! Gon, that’s crazy-” Killua immediately protested at the offer. It was stupid, really. He had been through various tortures in his ‘training sessions’. A twisted ankle was nothing in comparison to what he had been through in the past.

“How so?” Gon used his pouting face for the second time that day. “You’re hurt and it’s a long walk from here to your home! It would be much faster and easier if I just fly you over there!”

“Gon, I’ve never-”

“Please, Killua?” The pout transformed into the largest pleading eyes he could muster. It was Gon’s signature “get Killua to do what I want” face. And it worked every time.

“Okay, fine! Fine! I’ll let you do it, just stop looking at me like that!” Killua hates how quickly he gives into Gon, sometimes. But he can’t help it.

Gon cheers with pure enjoyment at his victory, and jumps to his feet at a terrifying speed.

“Here! You’re gonna have to hold on tight!” The dragon boy tells him as he faces his kneeling back towards Killua. Ocean blue eyes sigh as he begins to wrap his arms around his friend’s neck with little certainty. The white haired boy took the time to notice that his heart rate had increased significantly, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the nervous anticipation of being air born or if it was from being compressed so tightly against his friend. Either situation wasn’t quite ideal for the poor boy, emotionally.

Gon gathered his hands beneath Killua’s knees and pulled him up so that the other teen relaxed into his back. Now that Killua sat piggyback against Gon, Killua wasn’t quite sure what to do. So he decided that the best idea was to tightly knit his eyes close and waited for the swooshing noises of wings cutting through the air.

“Are you ready, Killua?” a soothing voice met his ears.

“Yeah, sure fine, just get it o-VER WIITH~” half way through Killua’s sentence, Gon kneeled down in preparation for take of. Within less than a second, his feet pushed mightily against the ground, creating a howling sound against their ears. Killua’s muscles tensed around Gon’s neck, leaving hardly any room for the dragon boy to breath. But Gon didn’t mind; he knew this was a brand new experience for Killua. So instead he smiled patiently while waiting for his friend’s intense screaming to settle under the wind.

Killua shivered as the air cut through his hair and face. He pressed his face into the nape of Gon’s neck, wishing that the ground wasn’t hundreds of feet below him. He never realized how much he loved having cold pavement against his feet until now. This was such a bizarre feeling; being air born. He wanted down, he wanted down, he wanted down. This was a terrible idea, he could have walked it. Sure, the sore ache would be pretty annoying, but he could have done it. And it’d be so much better than pressing his eyelids tightly together and contracting every single muscle in his entire body. It’d be so much better being able to open his eyes and see-

“Killua! Open your eyes!” Gon shouted over the howling whistles of the wind in their ears. Killua almost shouted ‘no’ at the top of his lungs. But something made him second guess that decision. And so he complied, slowly unfolding his lids.

-The most beautiful scenery that only the two of them shared.

“Wow…” His cobalt eyes played against the top of the greenery far below them. Too condensed and pressed together to make out any details from so high up. But there were also homes and buildings and white churches. And Large hills and small mountains from across the way, covered in grassy fields And the beach off bits of ways into the distance, but still close enough that the clear waters of the ocean could be seen in its accompaniment.

“Pretty, huh?” Gon questioned from behind another signature sunshine smile.

“Yeah…” Killua gasped breathlessly. “Is this what you see all the time?”

“Yup! I love it! It’s so nice looking over the forests and the ocean!”

“It’s amazing!” Killua broke into the largest smile he could, marveling at the landscape. No longer did he wish to be planted to the ground. Rather, he wished that he could stay up in the sky with Gon forever.

“Ah, Gon! Look!” His left arm released from Gon’s neck and pointed below them. “That’s my favorite sweets store! Oh!” his hand pointed slightly farther up from the building. “And there’s that lady that gives me sea salt chocolate all the time! And then the small bakery that I take Alluka to all the time when we sneak out! That’s her favorite place to go!”

Gon couldn’t hold in his laughter. “You sure love sweets, Killua!”

“Well duh! Chocolate is the best food in the world! I live off of it!”

“Killua that’s not very good for you!” Gon nagged playfully. Killua scoffed at him.

“I never asked for your health tips, Gon! Just keep flying! We’re almost there!”

Gon’s ringing laugh chimed through Killua’s ears. It was then that Killua sighed and rested his head in the juncture of Gon neck. For the rest of the flight, they stayed silent; both being truly content with having each other’s company amidst the sky. Just the two of them.

Disappointment filled Killua’s heart when he felt Gon carefully dive down. This was the end of their small adventures for the day, Killua realized. And he hated the fact that each day with Gon felt shorter than what he would have preferred. If it were up to Killua, he’d spend all day with Gon, not that he would ever admit that to anyone but himself… Okay maybe Alluka.

When Gon landed skillfully on his feet, he continued to walk with Killua on his back. It was only when Canary, Killua’s favorite guard had sprinted to meet them. She would always meet them at the end of their small adventures guide Killua back to the castle as if she had never left his side. It was an unspoken agreement amongst the three. Gon would come by in the afternoon and they would run off together to play or explore. Then when the chiming of the church bells bled through the air, they were ripped from their playtime and met back with Canary so that Killua could attend his lessons. If he attended his lessons, then his mother wouldn’t snoop and follow Killua around. So they had to make do with what time they had together.

Canary’s eyes immediately set onto the bandages wrapped tightly about Killua’s ankle. “Your highness, what-”

“I just tripped and twisted my ankle. I’m fine!” Killua assured before she could finish her concerned inquiries. He grimaced at the pronoun reserved for his social classification. It felt wrong to be called something so ridiculous.

“I flew him over so he didn’t have to walk on it the whole way. I think he should be fine from here!” The winged boy gently kneeled down, releasing his grip from underneath the knees of his best friend. Once Killua’s feet met the ground, there was a bit of wobbling as his body had finally caught up with the adrenaline rush he had experienced just a minute ago.

“Thank you for taking care of him.” Canary bowed in gratitude. Killua rolled his eyes at this, wishing that his guard didn’t have to be so formal but knowing she had no other choice. Even if only just in the presence of Gon and Killua.

“It’s no problem, really!” Gon scratched the back of his head is if he were embarrassed by the sudden gratitude. This had become a rather routine act between Gon and the young guard.

“Alright, you two,” Killua leaned his weight on the foot he hadn’t twisted. “I got a lesson starting in about five minutes! I’m in kind of a hurry here!”

“Right! Sorry, Killua!” Gon grinned.

Killua stuck his tongue out, playfully. “See yah later!” Gon was about to reply with the same phrase. But instead stepped forward; closer to Killua.

Blue eyes widened when foreign lips brushed against his cheek. It was a small, quick peck of affection against the flushed cheek. But Killua still couldn’t stop himself from reaching his hand up and tracing where Gon’s lips had touched moments ago.

Gon gave no time for Killua to sputter. He simply gave one more signature smile before replying, “See yah, Killua!” And with that, his wings were pushing him back up into the sky.

Killua stood stunned with the palm of his hand resting against his cheek. “Did… Did Gon just…” His voice stuttered into the air. Of course, this was not a question meant to be answered. The action itself, answered for him.

“Your highness… Your lessons.” Canary reminded, although she was quite amused by the display Gon had given.

“…Right.” Killua turned and leaned against Canary to support him. As they walked away, the slightest grin pulled at the prince’s lips. “”That idiot…” he murmured under his breath.

But he knew he’d wait with little patience for the next day to see his friend with the dragon wings.

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