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The demons won lads and idk if they should have
#there was a roughly like. 2 cm wide piece of hair at the very front of my head#that was trimmed short during my haircut yesterday but the opposite side was still long#so i trimmed the longer side to match thr shorter one#and now im just ????? does it look fucked up???? did i ruin my hair?????#besties i can tuck it behind my ears i think itll be fine but whoooo boy#the mania is meeting the anxiety and its 4 am#christina.txt
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summary you grew up super close to the sargeant family, so by nature, you and logan are practically siblings. this leads to you attending his races and meeting some of his friends. like oscar piastri... (smau)
pairing oscar piastri x american!vlogger!fem!reader
a/n loosely based off one of my dr's (i hope it doesn't come off as rushed 🫣)
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yourusername oh how i love being home. miami vlog coming soooon🏝 (logie -> p4🫶🏻) -> tagged: f1, logansargeant, alex_albon, williamsracing, f1mia, lilymhe
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logansargeant stop calling me logie. -> yourusername stop being named logan.
user1 i love their friendship -> user2 they grew up together right??? -> user1 yes, their moms are best friends since high school i think
user4 yn are you going to college? -> yourusername i'm taking online courses in journalism for right now 😁
lilymhe still upset we didn't get any good pics together😒 -> yourusername tell me about it😔
alex_albon your mum is so sweet, i see where you get it from -> logansargeant don't let them fool you, yn tried drowning me last summer. -> yourusername you called my dog ugly.
user5 miami is so pretty
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oscarpiastri miami miami miami #P6 -> tagged: f1mia, mclaren
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user1 who are you hugging there oscar😉 -> user2 could be a fan or one of his sisters -> user3 were his sister there??? -> user2 idk maybe??
logansargeant merica -> oscarpiastri 🇺🇸🦅🤠
landonorris you did good🫡 -> oscarpiastri thanks mate! you too
user4 that looks like the top yn was wearing 🫣 -> user5 who's yn? -> user6 she's a travel vlogger and logans childhood best friend she's been to the last couple races so far this season -> user7 it wouldn't really be weird if it was yn, she's probably known oscar just as long as logan
f1mia we love to see the papaya 🧡
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yourusername barcelona treated me well... logan on the other hand... -> tagged: circuitdebcncat, logansargeant, f1, oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri i made it to the photo-dump😎 -> yourusername when are you gonna make it to podium?? -> user1 FOUL
logansargeant do you like hurting my feelings? -> yourusername you ate all my chips. -> landonorris you mean crisps?? -> yourusername no brits allowed.
user2 yn woke up and chose VIOLENCE -> lilymhe she's grumpy...
user3 so we're gonna ignore the last pic or.... -> user4 i was thinking the same cause whoooo toookkkk itttt



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oscarpiastri happy birthday to my girl -> tagged: yourusername
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yourusername thank you my love🧡 -> oscarpiastri 🫶🏻🧡
logansargeant i didn't think you were announcing today- -> oscarpiastri it's her birthday, i had to.
user1 I KNEW IT
landonorris what's up with you and americans mate? (you guys are cute) -> oscarpiastri look at her. -> user2 'look at her' SOBBING -> yourusername yeah same🥹
user3 this is the best thing i've seen all day.
user4 we're all stupid.
user5 the paddock is gonna be interesting, who is she gonna be there for??😭 -> oscarpiastri she'll be in papaya -> logansargeant over my dead body.
user6 how did no one see this 😭
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yourusername SURPRISE! my boy got podium!!!!! i'm so proud of you!!!!! (best b-day ever🥲) #81 #P3 -> tagged: oscarpiastri, mclaren
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oscarpiastri i love you -> yourusername i love you more
logansargeant not celebrating my p4😒 -> yourusername get podium then we'll talk :)
user1 i love them so much already😭😭😭😭
user2 watching him run right to made my heart explode😭
user3 such a good race omg
landonorris yeehaw🤠 -> yourusername what did i say about brits. -> landonorris you let alex on here -> yourusername his gf is my bsf. -> landonorris YOUR BF IS MY BSF?!?! -> yourusername shhh
user4 lando and yn 😭😭
lilymhe you guys are so cute stoppp -> yourusername ily 🫶🏻
mclaren our favorite couple ;)
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#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri fanfic#f1 x oc#f1 imagines#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1#formula 1
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can i request a tav x astarion where tav is mute? i wonder how they would be communicating
Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader
I really struggled with this request, but I decided to try again on a whim and whoooo boy it's a doozy. I also did not make Tav mute, but I played with a Paladin oath I have had on my mind for a looong time so they are effectively mute
Warnings: fear of death, blood, mentions of death/dead bodies, religion, anxiety, fear, being trapped, crying, swearing, angst, hurt/little comfort, possibly OOC
Word Count: 3,624
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You huff in annoyance for the fifth- no, sixth, time. Perhaps more. The vendor stares at you as though you’re insane, even though you couldn’t possibly be clearer! You exaggerate further, pointing at the potion, yourself, and your coin purse. If he would just mark how much the damn thing cost, you wouldn’t have to keep going through this!
Astarion sighs sharply. “They want to buy the potion,” he bemoans. “Now, please, tell them the price so we can move on.”
The vendor starts with wide eyes and realization on his face. He flushes from his cheeks, down his neck, and to the tips of his ears as he stutters out the price. You shove the money into his chest and grab what you’ve paid for, before stomping off. And if Astarion slipped an extra something in his pocket while the vendor was dying of his stupidity, who would really care?
He caught up in a few long strides. “We must find a better way for you to communicate, darling. I can’t keep translating for you.”
You made a few sharp gestures.
“I don’t see the big deal in carrying a paper and pencil around,” he answered with a scoff. “Or, you know, you could just speak. I know you can.”
You glared at him. That, he didn’t need a translator for.
This had been an ongoing argument from the very moment you ran into each other on the beach. When he had you pinned to the ground and you didn’t speak, he originally thought you were just being stubborn. When he finally let you go, you’d explained to him (in writing) that you’d made an oath of silence, and that you had nothing to do with the Illithid kidnappings.
Fortunately, you discovered early on that some hand signs were shared with the Theive’s Cant, which he understood quite well. When Gale and Wyll came along, one who’d learned some sign through books and the other who learned by helping people as the Blade of Frontiers, Astarion was relieved he wouldn’t have to translate for you. Except, you continued to drag him along to act as the middle man anyway.
His solution, proposed frequently both seriously and in jest, was to break your oath. An oath of silence was a ridiculous thing to promise anyway, especially now that you needed to communicate so frequently, but any time the suggestion was posed, you’d just level him with a hard stare.
“You know I can’t do that,” you signed, annoyed.
He rolled his eyes. “Ugh, Paladins. So dedicated to the chains that bind them.”
“To break my oath would be to lose my powers. Do you want me to keep reviving your ass during battle or not?”
He sneered. “You couldn’t make an oath of vengeance or something? It would certainly be a lot easier to follow through on.”
You rolled your eyes and walked faster. You hated arguing about your oath. Wyll and Gale wouldn’t behoove you for it - so why did you bring him along, he wonders.
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Astarion heaved, pressing against a stitch in his side that tightened with each breath. The fight was brutal. Everyone was bloody and exhausted. Shadowheart turned from the dead beast before them to help Wyll who lay prone on the ground. Karlach pulled her mighty axe from its head with a squelch and a crunch, cheering at the victory.
He chuckled breathlessly at her antics. Almost stumbling, he turned in a circle, eyes scanning the battlefield. The beast’s cronies lay still, scattered everywhere. Blood overwhelmed his senses. How did that saying go? Water, water, everywhere, but not a drop to drink.
He frowned. He looked around again. “Where’s Tav?”
Karlach’s whoops quieted immediately. She looked around as well. “They didn’t get crushed under this,” she kicked the creature in the eye, “did they?”
He shook his head. “They weren’t close enough…” He growled, frustrated, and turned to the magic-users. “Did you see where Tav went?”
Shadowheart supported Wyll as he sat up, groaning. They both shook their heads. “Last I saw them, they were over there,” the warlock croaked, nodding over to the side. “But I don’t know how long I’ve been down for.”
Astarion winced as he jogged over to where he said, stepping over and on top of dead bodies. He took another step. His foot did not collide with floor nor flesh. His heart lurched as the world fell out from under him. A hand grabbed the neck his armor and pulled him back, falling on his ass onto solid ground.
“Careful, Fangs!” Karlach chastised worriedly. She let him go, pulling them both to their feet and brushing him off. “You alright?”
His mind was still reeling. He nodded in a daze. All he could do was stare at the nearly-invisible chasm he’d almost fallen down into… And then his mind caught up.
He raced forward again, dopping to his knees right before the tear in the earth, and leaned over it. Even his darkvision couldn’t help him see what was below; it was so dark, like all light that fell into it was swallowed up. A heavy weight settled in his chest.
“Tav?!” he shouted down into the darkness. His voice echoed. He had no idea how deep it went.
The realization set in for Karlach as well. “Oh fuck…”
“Tav, are you down there?!” He waited a moment, but he was met with only silence.
Shadowheart and Wyll rushed over. They peered into the deep with concern. Astarion shifted so he sat on the ground, legs dangling over the edge. He remembered the feeling of falling. Fortunately, he couldn’t see how deep it was, so at least vertigo did not make it seem deeper; the shadow was doing a perfect job of that on its own.
Wyll grabbed his shoulder before he could slide forward. “Astarion, we have no idea how deep it goes, or what’s down there! You could be impaled on a spike before you ever make it to the bottom. We don’t know if they’re even alive!”
“And if they are?” he growled. “They could be trapped down there with no way of telling us.”
“And you’ll be trapped down there if you go after them!”
He couldn’t argue with anything logical. So what if he got stuck down there? He needed to know you were okay. His blunt nails dig into the stone edge, knocking loose flecks of rock and sediment. How could he just leave you down there?
Shadowheart looked around at the bodies. “We could make some rope. Lower it down, see if they grab on.”
He snorted mirthlessly, sneering at the cleric. “And if they’re too injured to?”
She glared back at him. “I don’t see you proposing any better ideas.”
Karlach and Wyll shared a look. It seems they’d have to be the level-headed ones here… “We can strip the bodies. Tie their clothes together until it’s long enough.” To hopefully reach the bottom, was left unsaid.
Karlach and Shadowheart got to work immediately, working to remove the clothes of their fallen enemies, scrunching their noses in disgust all the while. Wyll squeezed Astarion’s shoulder and joined them, trying to decide what clothes were in good enough condition to hold weight. Astarion stared into the pit for a while longer.
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Your head spun. Everything ached. Each breath was like fire in your lungs. You bit your lip to silence your whimpers, biting down so hard you could taste iron in your mouth.
As the pain ebbs to a manageable level, you try to figure out where you were. It was dark. You couldn’t make out your hand right in front of your face. You couldn’t even be sure your eyes were open. You only knew they were when you looked up and saw light coming from far above you. It was dim and flickering - the flames of the braziers that lined the battlefield.
You blinked into the darkness, willing your eyes to adjust. Cautiously, you reached out your hands and felt around. The ground beneath you was covered in fine gravel, almost like sand. The finer sediment stuck to your hands when you pulled away. There was a wall behind you, possibly made from slate. It would be impossible to climb. With a muffled groan, you’re able to reach your foot out and touch the opposite wall. The effort leaves you panting.
You lay still on the floor for a minute. Clearly, you fell from quite high up. How far was still a mystery, but the fact was you did fall. When you’ve caught your breath, you feel for any injuries. Your armor restricts you, but it seems to have protected you for the most part. You’ll be bruised as hell, but you can’t find any open wounds. At least you were fortunate there.
You look up again. You can’t hear anything coming from above, but you’re unsure if it’s from the depth of the chasm or because the battle is over. You hope they are able to win the fight without you. All your companions are strong in their own right, you know they can pull through this.
You squint at the opening above. You think you see something moving at the top, but it’s merely a speck. Using the wall and gathering your waning strength, you push yourself to your feet. You heave as you lean against the slate. The silhouette is still too far away to make out.
T..av….
A distant cry, distorted heavily by the chasm. It takes a moment for you to recognize it as your name. Your heart leaps in your chest.
… av….. Ar… d..wn… the..re…
You can’t tell who’s calling down to you, but you take faith in the knowledge it must be one of your companions. The beasts wouldn’t know your name. Now you just have to signal them somehow…
You feel around your body for your sword, but the sheath is empty. It must have fallen elsewhere, perhaps only feet away, but you can’t see worth a damn. You try instead to cast a ball of light. It should be easy - it’s a spell you’ve cast a hundred times before. But as you strain to conjure even a spark, you become lightheaded. Your knees buckle, collapsing you back to the gritty floor. You try again, but you can feel your energy being sapped away. Your hand falls weakly to the ground.
You rest your head back against the wall and think. You can’t use your sword to hit the rock and make a sound, or defend yourself if something lurks within the darkness. You can’t cast a light, nor any other spell, lest you fall completely unconscious and make your chances worse. The more options you run out of, the more desperate you become. You try reaching out to their tadpoles, but they must be too far away.
You’re stuck.
A sob chokes you as it forces its way up your throat. Even that is muffled by you, by pure habit at this point. You’ve held your oath for years; you’ve learned how to stay silent even under the worst situations. Now it’s come to bite you in the ass.
You look up at the dim light, blurred through tears. They burn as they just keep coming. Your lip quivers as you quietly gasp for air. You’re going to die down here.
Your last option, you’ve already dismissed before it fully forms. You could break your oath, call up to them, cry out for help with the last of your strength. But to do that would leave you even more helpless than before. To speak was to lose your powers. Your god would rip them away in a heartbeat, until you plead for forgiveness; pray for hours and hours to swear your allegiance and dedication once more.
A slave to the chains that bind you.
But what choice do you have?
You try to catch your breath, slow the hiccups and sobs down until you can fill your lungs with air. You open your mouth, try to form the words, but it comes out as a weak sound, almost a poor facsimile of a donkey’s bray. You haven’t spoken for years, to do so now was an astronomical feat. You feel the burn of your god’s eyes as they watch you actively work to break your oath.
You try to speak again. You form an h sound, but it’s so quiet, it’s hardly enough to be considered speaking. You need to shout. You need to let your friends know you are alive down here. Anxiety grips your heart as you imagine being left down here alone, left to starve to death, or worse.
You swallow. You have to do this. You can do this.
“H..e..lp,” you croak out, a mere whisper. It’s raspy and breathy, but it’s a word. You feel your power being sapped away. You nearly sob again. Your god would abandon you down here. An unfeeling master who only craves loyalty. Astarion was right.
You take another deep breath and try harder. “H-elp..!” It’s still a strained rasp, but you hear it begin to echo off the walls. Louder. It needs to be louder. You cup your hands around your mouth. “Help!” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the burning in your throat. “HELP!”
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Astarion’s hands are raw from tying knots. Karlach will bring him big piles at a time, plopping them down beside him, and he’d add them all onto the already-quite-long rope. It was perhaps 30 feet long by now, but he wasn’t confident it would reach.
Wyll sighed, exhausted. “We’re almost out of clothes, my friend.”
Astarion doesn’t look up, barely paying attention to the warlock enough to tell him to keep working. Calluses on his hands open and turn into blisters. He winces with each knot he pulls tight. But he won’t stop. How can he?
Shadowheart sighs as she pulls the pants off another corpse. She’s seen far more anatomy in one hour than she ever wished to again. Karlach sits down by the pile and pulls the other end of the rope into her lap. She begins working to tie more on.
They work silently, but rather efficiently. In another minute, the rope has grown considerably longer. Blood begins to stain Astarion’s end.
“Fangs, maybe you should take a break.” He shakes his head, frowning as he grabs a robe off the pile. Karlach is about to insist, get Wyll or Shadowheart to take over, when a sound comes from the pit. Astarion drops everything and scrambles over as fast as he can.
He tilts his head, facing his ear down into the depths. And he listens…
H..E..LP!
He immediately shouts down into the hole. “We’re going to get you out!” He rushes back to his feet and to the rope. The others drop their half-naked corpses, and Karlach finishes tying one last knot. They help Astarion drag it over to the pit, all lining up to hold onto the end, though, to be honest, Karlach will be doing most of the heavy lifting. He guides the end over the edge, and hurriedly lowers it down. He wants to throw it in, but he’d rather not throw somebody else over the edge with the sudden weight.
He’s knelt right on the edge, wide eyes staring, searching into the dark. He has no idea how close they are to you, or even if it’s long enough. He hopes your god is merciful enough to play with fate.
“Find the rope!” He shouts down. He hopes his voice is reaching you. “We’ll lift you up!”
It’s too quiet for too long. If his heart still beat, it would be racing faster than a rabbit’s on the run. Dread builds up, heavy and unpleasant, in his chest instead. Did you pass out? Was the rope long enough? Would he have to slide down and carry you back up? What was taking you so damn long?!
He’s a second away from removing his armor to climb down when the rope shifts, being tugged by something down in the darkness. He can only hope it’s you. He scrambles to his feet and gets in front of Karlach, grabs hold of the rope with bloody fingers, and begins pulling you from the pit.
Somehow they manage to work as a unit. He’s scrambling to pull you out as fast as possible, but Karlach manages to get him to slow down. If they could do long pulls, they could drag you out faster with less work. He worries his lip between his teeth. Each knot that slips over the edge adds to his anxiety. He’s waiting for the moment it reaches the end and nothing is there. He can only take solace in the fact he can feel your weight holding on. Gods, he thinks desperately, just keep holding on.
After an eternity of pulling, a hand reaches over the ledge. Karlach makes up for his absence when he lets go and falls to his knees at the edge. He reaches in and wraps his hands under your arms, heaving you up and, finally, back on solid ground. He pulls you solidly into his arms, sliding back away from the edge. He’s sick and tired of chasms.
You’re no longer wearing your armor, and your weapons belt is gone, too. Fine, black dirt sticks to your clothes and hands, and even smears across your face, washed away by a stream of tears. He wipes them away with one hand; he can’t give a damn about the blood he leaves in its place.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes. You sob as fall forward, your head landing solidly against his shoulder. Your whole body trembles and shudders with each cry. He’s disconcerted by the sound of your voice, no longer purposefully muffled. He threads his fingers into your hair, holding you to him. “Shh. I’ve got you. You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
-
If your body ached at the bottom of the pit, now you couldn’t even think about moving. Astarion had carried you as far as he could and then some, until Karlach had to take you from his arms before he dropped you. Even then, he stayed right by her side, watching you anxiously.
Back at camp, Shadowheart healed what she could, but most of her energy was spent during the fight. Haslin took over, but even the best he could do would have you bruised and in pain for the next few days. He went into the woods for ingredients to make a soothing balm.
Wyll helped you drink water, and Gale helped you drink some broth, to hold you over until he could make dinner proper. Lae’zel rifled through your veritable hoard of supplies to find you some suitable armor and weapons, and worked to sharpen and polish them.
When you were finally given the chance to rest, Astarion carried you from your bedroll into his tent, laying you down on his own bedroll. He provided as many pillows as you wished, as many blankets as you could ever ask for. He gathered a bowl of water and a fresh cloth and worked to clean the grime off your face.
You watched blankly, too emotionally and physically exhausted to process much. He passed the cloth over your forehead. It was blessedly cool, but the flash of red that crossed your vision could not be ignored.
Arms like lead, you willed a hand to grab his, stopping him mid-swipe. He winced as you pried the cloth from his hand, where it dropped wetly onto your neck, and ran your thumb along his palm. Blisters and blood covered every inch, skin torn and peeling in places. Without even thinking, you try casting a spell to heal him.
Whereas before, when you tried to cast a spell, you could feel it draining your energy from you, now you just felt nothing. It was like dipping a bucket into a well and coming up empty. There is no more magic within you to fuel a spell. Tears prick at your eyes again.
Astarion sighs, long and low. “You don’t have your magic.”
It takes far too much effort to even shake your head. You take a breath, and through the rasping pain, you speak. “They… took it away when… I called for help…” You swallow thickly. Your voice was foreign to you.
It was foreign to Astarion, too. He could recognize the way you signed, the slight variations of years of experience against Gale’s book-perfect signing or even Wyll’s slower, more purposeful movements. He associated it with you so strongly. To hear you speak was like watching a ventriloquist put on a show.
A bitter feeling took hold within him. Just like all gods, all masters, all people with power to laud over another, you were abandoned in your darkest hour, by someone you spent so long dedicated to. Prayers, offerings at alters, your faithful silence - it would never be enough, not to a god who always craved more.
But now isn’t the time to say I told you so. Gently, he removes his hand from your grasp. Your hand flops back to your side. He takes the cloth from where it rested at your neck, re-wets it, and continues cleaning your face.
He doesn’t say anything as he wipes away your tears, catching them before they have a chance to slide down to your ears. When the sobs choke you, he helps you drink some water. When your sorrow lulls you to sleep, he tucks you in and stays by your side, a faithful argus.
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REMEMBER WHEN. . .
★ summary: the straw hat pirates reminisce on some fun memories while voyaging through the Grand Line.
★ warnings: chatroom au/comedic relief, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, takes place after water seven/pre thriller bark, ooc characters, use of yn + female reader in mind, flirty!yn + the crew teases yn a bit ><, zoro x reader…kinda..im biased im sorry 😞 + some things are NOT canon and i just made it up :p
★ an: hiii!! there is not enough one piece fanfic content on this app in my opinion (i feel like i’ve read almost every piece, all have been amazing), so here’s my attempt at making more!! also, i’m still pretty new to the op fandom, so some characters may be a little ooc. i’m still reading/watching thriller bark so pls bare with me! also this is a chatroom au because i don’t have access to social app anymore *cry*. anyway, please enjoy!

NOW ONLINE [9]. . .
yn: SIGHHHHHHHHHH
robin: is everything okay, yn?
chopper: yeah yn, is everything okay?
zoro: probably not
yn: just thinking
usopp: thinking about where we’ll be next? praying manifesting it isnt anywhere scary
chopper: everywhere we’ve been has been terrifying
nami: yeah usopp
nami: its like we goto hell, leave it, and then enter another part of it
nami: i think we should just start expecting the worst
zoro: maybe we should all just get a lil more stronger. starting with the blonde pervert we have as our cook
sanji: I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING YET
sanji: AND YOURE THE ONE TO TALK!
sanji: MUST I REMIND YOU THAT I LITERALLLLY JUST SAVED YOU AND USOPP AT THAT TOWER
luffy: oooooo thinking about what? tell me tell me tell me!
sanji: now, my dearest yn, please let me know if theres anyway i can assist you
zoro: she probably doesn’t want your help lmfao no offense
sanji: WHOOOO was even talking to you? I SAID YN’S NAME IN THE TEXT DAMMIT
nami: can you two idiots cut it out already? its like, i can hear your voices through my screen and i don’t like that
franky: yeah it’s actually kinda crazy i can hear you all…without actually being in your presence
chopper: soooo yn?
luffy: yeah yn what’s going on?
yn: just sitting here thinking about all of our fun adventures. like wow we actually did all of that and it was like…real life
yn: i feel like if i didnt know you guys and didn’t experience it then it wouldn’t sound real
yn: but like wow it was all real
robin: we’ve had some wild times, haven’t we?
luffy: LOL yeah that might’ve been on me
luffy: but we’ve survived this long
luffy: we’ll continue to survive because fate loves us!
nami: -.-
sanji: luffy’s right, surprisingly
sanji: sometimes i think about how fate brought us together…or atleast i think about how fate brought me nami yn and robin together
yn: watch it pretty boy
sanji: YES MA’AM
sanji: screenshotting
zoro: ignoring that dude. i think it’s amazing how we prevail every time. we get stronger without realizing
yn: i mean we did fly into the sky
yn: thats so crazy we actually like. flew. in the air. on a ship.
nami: yeah all thanks to me ;*
yn: thank u pretty i remember falling in love with you then and there
franky: WHAT THE HELL
franky: YOU GUYS FLEW IN THE AIR WITH MERRY?!
usopp: HELL YEAH MERRY FLEWWW
usopp: FRANKY YOU SHOULDVE SEEN IT
usopp: there was this gigantic whirlpool below us and everything
chopper: haha yeah that was crazy! and those giant monkeys
robin: oh! yes, the saruyama alliance. i could never forget the amount of fun i had during our time on Jaya Island
yn: robin i love u but FUNNNNNN???-?-?-!-? DID WE FORGET ABOUT THAT STUPID FOREST CRICKET HAD US GO INTO?!1? i still have nightmares of that stupid south bird and its stupid face and the way it made all those stupid bugs chase me
luffy: haha those south birds were really something else
nami: it’s funny because we had no idea what was coming next
zoro: that stupid “God” was next. what was his name again? emily? enemy….?
zoro: well shit i’ve forgot. it was somethin else though. his stupid lightning
franky: BROTHER WHAT
franky: YOU GUYS FOUGHT….A GOD?!?!1???!!!?
franky: was it like….you know…..THE GOD
chopper: not really sure what you mean but that guy enel really had some sort of crazy insane powers
chopper: him and his crazy insane priests were able to predict our moves!
robin: oh yeah. he electrocuted zoro, yn, and i.
yn: pls dont remind me TT
yn: he scares me because i feel like he somehow is still alive
yn: like what if hes reading our messages
nami: i never thought of it like that…
nami: enel if ur reading this please drop 1,000,000,000 berries down from the sky
luffy: i wish the skypeians and shandians rang the bell more often.
luffy: haha oh well! i know they’re doing just fine! :D
usopp: well thanks to yn now i’m reminscing TT
usopp: it feels like alabasta JUST happened
robin: well, we did just face the world government
robin: technically crocodile was apart of it
usopp: YEAH AND YOU WERE HIS ASSISTANT OR WHATEVER
robin: that’s the past. i had to do what i needed to do to survive. and i’m glad i was, considering i was able to find you all <3
yn: ROBINNNNNNN TT
nami: ROBINNNNN
sanji: robin i wouldve followed you to hades’ kingdom if i had to. i will always protect you (and nami and yn. the others can fend for themselves).
luffy: hahahaha i agree!! see, fate loves us
chopper: WE LOVE U ROBIN
franky: YEAH! WE LOVE SISTER ROBIN!
zoro: appreciate ya.
usopp: YEAAAA WE LOVE ROBIN!
yn: shoutout to us
yn: i love us
yn: i love being a strawhat
chopper: same!!! forever and always gonna be a strawhat!!
luffy: i love our little family!
luffy: without you all, i wouldn’t be as close as i am to reaching my dream! so thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
luffy: also sanji when is dinner gonna be ready so i know when to head back to the sunny
nami: same
nami: now i’m really reminiscing. do you guys remember when yn thought she was pregnant
usopp: i-
usopp: …
yn: NAMI
yn: alright well.
sanji: WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TT
sanji: also luffy dinner will be ready when its dinner time. its mid day. if you’re hungry i have snacks in the fridge or since you’re running around this island, find a food stand
sanji: BUT WHATTTTTT DID NAMI JUST SAY
chopper: HUUUUUUUUUUUUH
robin: what a naughty girl you are, nami. teasing yn about her “almost” pregnancy
nami: yk me! but i remember being soooooo worried only for the pregnancy test to come back negative
zoro: yn?
franky: LITTLE SIS YN…DOES THE DEED….BUT SHE LOOKS SO INNOCENT
luffy: oh wow cool sanji thanks!
luffy: also congrats yn? but where will the baby stay?
usopp: did you even read nami’s text
luffy: oh..right LOL that’s good! i can’t imagine yn having a baby. plus how are babies even made
chopper: :o
nami: …
robin: your innocence is apart of my will to live
yn: luffy TT
sanji: THROUGH LOVE! BABIES ARE MADE THROUGH LOVE!!!
luffy: oh sickkkkkk do you guys think we can make one?
yn: oh luffy TT
nami: well!
sanji: he’ll come around
luffy: LOL BRB
LUFFY has gone offline.
chopper: wonder what he’s up to
yn: probably found food like sanji told him to
zoro: yeah he kind of left the store we’re at and i have no desire to look for him right now
zoro: oh nevermind. he just went outside to buy meat from a vendor. he’s good, still in my eyesight
chopper: also
chopper: YN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME
yn: chopper >< you were still fairly new to the crew then
yn: but this happened after we left chopper’s hometown
yn: i think i was just sick because of the crazy weather changes, plus nami has just recovered and didn’t want anyone to be worried sick :p
zoro: why didnt you tell me?
zoro: you’re apart of the crew too, ya know.
usopp: interesting
sanji: you stupid ass MOSSHEAD WHY WOULD SHE TELL YOU HER BUSINESS
nami: sigh
nami: its like the most obvious thing ever
robin: i’m afraid it just isn’t clicking for him.
yn: it’s not like i didn’t wanna tell you
zoro: okay so why didn’t you
sanji: WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK TO HER DUMBASS!
yn: LMFAOOO I REMEMBER WHY I DIDNT TELL YOU
yn: YOU GOT LOST AS SOON AS WE GOT TO ALABASTA
yn: and by time i found you, i had already forgotten that i thought i was pregnant because there was a whole warlord wanting us dead so
zoro: hmm. okay. well next time..
sanji: YOU DIDNT HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO HIM YN YOURE BETTER THAN HIM IN EVERY WAY
zoro: if you ever need a safe space. you know.
yn: hehe yes i do. but i apologize for not telling you as soon as i felt…different. it’s just that we’ll always have bigger issues to worry about
franky: ummmm are we interrupting something
zoro: hm
zoro: nah. yn and i will talk later when we see each other.
zoro: for now i’m thinkin about that time luffy and i got beat up on jaya island. now i’m annoyed.
zoro: the principle of the matter was good but i really just had to sit there and take an ass beating when i could’ve handled the entire bar
zoro: ehhhh now i’m gonna go workout. if anyone needs me you know where to find me.
ZORO has gone offline.
yn: he left saying “you know where to find me” as if we’ll actually know
robin: i really hope he finds his way back to the sunny.
sanji: he can get lost for all i care
yn: it’s crazy that i really thought i was pregnant that one time
yn: even vivi thought so
nami: i was super worried
nami: so worried i was reading every book we had to find anything i could help you with
usopp: well i’m offended cause why didn’t you tell me i thought we were besties
yn: wellllllllll no offense but full offense, you have “i-can’t-seem-to-keep-my-mouth-shut” disease
yn: just yappin all day everyday
franky: so, sister yn, zoro huh?
sanji: DONT OFFEND HER LIKE THAT YOU IDIOT!
usopp: HEYYYYY!!!!! I WOULDVE KEPT A SECRET
sanji: yn my loveeeeee you know you could always tell me your secrets
yn: i cant lie i almost let it slip when i helped you with dinner that night
yn: but again, bigger fish to fry
sanji: screenshotted again
sanji: did you guys see that? shes flirting with me. might die
robin: hm not sure what part of that was flirting but whatever makes you happy.
nami: oooo franky’s quick
franky: it isn’t hard to tell
chopper: what’re you all talking about!!?
yn: nothing important you little cute doctor
chopper: >~< SHUT UP! >~< THAT DOESNT WORK ON ME!!
sanji: robin! nami! yn!!!! i will be going offline to go back to the sunny to make some snacks. would you ladies do me the pleasure of enjoying them? should they be ready before you all arrive?
robin: please do! surprise us this time :)
yn: hell yea sanji you know i’d never say no to you
nami: lol yes please! i’m kind of craving something sweet
sanji: OFF TO THE KITCHEN I GO!! GIVE ME AN HOUR!!
SANJI has gone offline.
yn: well now that those three are gone
yn: i worry about them a lot
yn: i feel like those three find trouble every where we go
chopper: same but we’re all like, insanely strong now!
chopper: and it’s not like we’re actively looking for trouble, sometimes we just want to chill
nami: yeah. but now, more than ever, i feel more secure
nami: like wow he’s really gonna be king of the pirates
yn: most definitely. we only ever get stronger
usopp: yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa obviously i’ve had my doubts but…
usopp: it’s never been because of luffy
robin: ever since i met you guys again on alabasta…
robin: i knew you all would give me a life worth living
yn: robin’s so sweet online it makes me want to cry
yn: well shes always sweet
franky: SISTER ROBIN TT
nami: robin, i’m curious. how did you find our ship?
robin: well it was just docked and i figured i’d finally take a rest somewhere. if you all hadn’t left alabasta by time i had woken up, then i wouldn’t have stayed. like luffy says, fate loves us.
franky: WHAAAAAT you just…..snuck on? O.O
chopper: oh yeah i remember!
chopper: i’m not gonna lie, i was a little intimidated by you at first
yn: OH HOW COULD I FORGETTTTTTTTT
yn: chopper wasn’t there when we first met robin!
nami: oh yeah!
yn: franky chopper omg like have i ever told the story of how i first fell in love with robin
usopp: OH YEAH she blew that guy’s ship up
usopp: i wonder how vivi’s doing
nami: VIVI TT i hope she’s okay
nami: but yeah i agree. i was scared shitless of robin but then she told me she got me treasure
franky: WOAH ROBIN BLEW SOMEONES SHIP UP?
robin: not entirely. he survived and thats what matters
franky: i mean i guess
franky: i was definitely intimidated by luffy when we first met. even though that was like three weeks ago
franky: i can’t lie he still sometimes intimidates me
yn: brother ur half machine
franky: YEAH BUT MOSTLY HUMAN!!!
franky: anyway sisters. you guys have to tell me more stories at dinner later i have to go refill the coke tanks, see ya!
FRANKY has gone offline.
usopp: well chat
usopp: i usually help him so i’ll be going back too
usopp: yn i’m expecting way more details later after dinner
usopp: or zoro. but preferably before you see zoro
chopper: i’ll help! girls if you need me for anything i’ll be with those two!!
yn: um…okay…? we’ll see u all later!!!
USOPP has gone offline.
CHOPPER has gone offline.
nami: and now it’s just us three
nami: sorry for bringing your pregnancy scare up
nami: i’m getting my nails done right now and i can’t really seem to remember our journeys
yn: its all good
yn: i kinda forgot about it
robin: we’ve been through so much our brains probably started to black out any unwanted memories. i’ve read that it happens
robin: and yn, i don’t blame you. i would’ve been worried sick if i was apart of the crew then. but since it’s just us…
yn: omg let us catch you up
yn: so basically..i had…with…and then…
nami: —.—
nami: she had sex with someone *cough* zoro *cough* and started puking the next morning
yn: NAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
yn: TT
nami: i definitely thought it was pregnancy
robin: silly girls. you do realize pregnancy symptoms don’t happen overnight, right?
robin: also, yn. it’s obvious. i’ve seen the way you two are always the first ones missing during our celebrations
nami: well……..yeah but
nami: we can never be TOO safe
yn: mmm if you hadn’t caught on by now then i’d be surprised
yn: i was still scared
yn: i think it was more of a “wow me and zoro actually did that and it was real”
nami: it’s just….in a forest?!-?
nami: with…HIM!!!-?-?-?-??
nami: you can have any man or woman or creature you want and you stillllllllll………….
yn: i was running on adrenaline. that dude and his stupid ass candle wax drove me insane
yn: plus you both know i kinda have a little crush on the guy
yn: i can fix him
nami: okayyyyyy whatever you say.
nami: pfttt “little” and you guys are basically dating in my head
robin: i forgot his actual name but i’m assuming you guys are talking about mr. 3
robin: ah yes his wax is quite the problem. i wonder if hes alive still
nami: i was seriously stressed out
nami: but honestly, since we’re on the topic, i’m glad i joined luffy
nami: there was this one time, yn i’m sure you remember
nami: right before going to the baratie
yn: the day we went to the baratie TT
yn: but what happened before i kinda forgot
nami: WHY’RE YOU ALWAYS FORGETTING THINGS
nami: anyway when we ran into your crazy psycho ex
yn: OMG
yn: AND HE THREATENED LUFFY
yn: AND THEN LUFFY THREW HIM INTO THE OCEAN TT
robin: oh? tell me more about this ex of yours. i’m interested
yn: he kinda followed us after luffy saved me from HIM
yn: um so basically..you know my devil fruit powers…yeah he held them over my head and threatened to tell the marines about me and
nami: it was chaos. but it was the first time i’ve seen yn in combat and it was mind blowing
robin: luffy being our life saver and our little brother
robin: what would we do without him
yn: you’re right
yn: but i think at this point, we’re all strong enough to handle our own. if i ever see my ex again i’ll beat him so bad
nami: yeah me too! cause he had the crazy audacity to ask me out after i found out what he did to you!
nami: either way, i’m just happy we’re still all together. you know since we’ve been throwing the word fate around, i’m really starting to believe it. luffy has a really good sense of knowing who should join our crew
yn: he does :’)
yn: he gave me a family
robin: well we should probably go check on the boys now. i’ll meet you all at the sunny <3
robin: come back safely.
nami: yeah!! you too robin! yn, bring us some goodies! i’ll see you both later!!
yn: I LOVE YOU GUYS BE SAFE ILL SEE YOU SOON
yn: can’t wait to see u guys again
nami: ….you saw us this morning.
ROBIN has gone offline.
NAMI has gone offline.
YN has gone offline.
CHATROOM IS NOW CLOSED [0].
NOW ONLINE [1]. . .
LUFFY is now online.
luffy: HEY GUYSSSSSSS
luffy: IM BACK
luffy: i ate some meat and came back to the shop we were at but zoro isnt here anymore so i’m wondering if you guys happen to know where he is!
luffy: ….
luffy: oh the chatroom closed
luffy: well i guess i better get back to the sunny!
luffy: hopefully my friends make it back safely! we still have more adventures to take care of
luffy: wow these things are so cool i’m just talking to myself
luffy: i wonder if i can get one on the sunny…
luffy: OH WELL
LUFFY has gone offline.
CHATROOM IS NOW CLOSED [0].
★ an [2]: ahhh!! my first work is now done ☺️ honestly this was all self indulgent because i’ve been going through some personal things and right now the strawhats are my comfort zone. i decided to make it like a big groupchat because i don’t really have any friends irl or online so this makes me feel a lil better ☺️! i hope you all enjoyed.
its a lil messy because when i first started this i was about to began Thriller Bark but as I’m typing this I’m currently on the Sabaody Archipelago arc and things are getting more exciting like omg hello mr. Trafalgar Law I’ve been waiting for your debut….
if you enjoyed this please like and reblog! maybe i’ll start writing more drabbles idk. it used to be my thing when i was still using @/krazykento and jjk used to be my comfort zone. also, if you want to be friends please don’t be shy to say anything! i’d love to make new friends!!
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Bnha main three x turned to child reader
Scenarios with just fluff!
Midoriya Izuku
It was a quaint, idle afternoon, although Midoriya Izuku was as busy as ever.
Being the former no.1 hero's protégé, being the weilder of One for All, being a dutiful student of the most prestigious academy of Japan, being a good son, being a supportive friend, a wonderful partner, a-
Good babysitter?
Yes there was a lot to be, but being a babysitter was really asking too much of him.
Our pure, sweet and innocent boy might be good with kids in general, but he was not made to handle little gremlins with short fuses.
But alas, to be the future no.1 hero of the country, you should be ready to face each and every challenge thrown at you.
Or that's what he kept telling himself.
Because right now, a little gremlin had been pulling at his curls for god knows how long.
And this little gremlin was his adorable s/o...
It all started when he had comeback to his room being left in shambles with a little toddler claiming their throne at it's centre.
"U-ummm"
"W-W-Whoooo a-are youuu??!!"
What is an adorable kid doing in his room? How are they even in his room? Isn't UA supposed to have top-tier security? Why is-
"I'M Y/N!!"
This was enough for his instincts to take over his next movements as he immediately picked you up and full-cowled to Aizawa sensei.
Recovery girl was informed, and following her deductions, he got to know about the duration of three days.
Without further ado, and due to all the qualities mentioned in point number 2, Aizawa immediately put him in charge of his companion.
Which brings us back to the present.
The present where you were running around the common school yard with him chasing after you- because at some point during his conversation with his teachers you had become tired of his curls and had jumped down from his back, ordering requesting him to run and catch you.
The first few minutes he was only trying to humour you to see that adorable grin that you sported.
But this soon wasn't the case anymore since he was now being bested by a literal toddler in terms of running for two hours straight.
This activity was followed by you doing his hair and him doing yours in your room, since his was left in shambles and you wouldn't let him go.
To say you were hyper was an understatement-
And you hadn't even unleashed half of your potential!
At some point, the perplexity of his own precarious situation got to him, leading him to call his mom asking for tips.
Following which he had you strapped on his chest everytime he was busy doing something, he couldn't have you tiring yourself afterall (he didn't have it in him to run after you anymore)
It was pretty alright after your initial tantrums and pulling on his hair, asking to be let down.
You were a somewhat of cuddle bug for him- you slapped everyone's hands away when they tried to touch you, and only permitted him for doing so (he is still very proud of you for doing that).
Want to be entertained? You can swing using his black whips, float around the room with him, the options were endless!- So of course you did everything on the list because why not.
All in all he was a good servant caretaker, you never once cried when he was around and he could keep up with your royal decrees shenanigans.
Of course you would never know that he fantasized about you in his almight onesies
"...Is this the candy that you wanted, Y/N?"
"YEs"
You were pretty pleased with your devoted follower, so being a good ruler, you decided it was best to promise your loyal subject a deserving reward.
"Uh- they said that they've run out of stock for that juice Y/N-san so-"
You interrupted him by giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, as a reward of course-
"Mr. Izukw! I'm gonna marry yu in the fwuture!"
"..umM..."
.......
....
"...- so the kis- I MEAN THE CANDY- NO JUICE-JUICE-"
You child form wasn't enough to keep him from blushing till his ear tips.
He pulled on his bangs to keep you from seeing his red face.
"Umm...m-me too"
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bruh your jamil l/n headcanons both cheered me the hell up after the day ive had and sent me down a rabbit hole of finding more jamil l/n; anyways i found this: https://www.tumblr.com/viperwhispered/747556026441695232/so-i-was-listening-to-being-low-as-dirt-taking?source=share
and now im like "yes give me assertive jamil"
so would you mind giving me hcs of jamil setting clear boundaries with his parents and being like "this is whats happening, this is whats gonna happen, either accept it and move on or i will never talk to either of you ever again and you will never meet any of your grandchildren"
meanwhile jamil's boyfriend is in the background just cheering him on and assuring him all like "dude go solo travel, go explore, go make a name for yourself, and when you've done what you wanna do then we can settle down who cares about your parents anyways you overblotted cause of their shitty parenting"
Heck yeah, my man, anything for you! 🫡
𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 (𝐟𝐭: 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝)
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The idea to create clear boundaries wasn't Jamil's idea. He was content to leave it be after the wedding and just block his parents on everything, never go back home again, all that kind of stuff.
But you convinced him that he wasn't eing entirely fair to his parents. If he set the boundaries now where they knew them, then maybe his parents would change. And if they didn't, then Jamil could rest easy knowing that he did all that he could.
So begrudgingly, Jamil obliged, and the two of you went back to his home to speak with his parents.
Of course, his mother wanted you to wait outside of the room, claiming that this was a "Viper family matter", but Jamil cut her off, saying that if it was simply a Viper family matter, then he would leave as well, seeing as how he wasn't a Viper anymore.
Whoooo boy, was it an awkward situation for you to be in. But Jamil stood next to you the entire time, a hand around your back to put you at ease if you were feeling any sort of discomfort.
"Let me get this through your thick heads: my childhood was ruined, not because of this centuries-long servitude, but because my own parents didn't ever see me as their own child. You only ever told me praises about Kalim, never encouraged me to play with him how I wanted to play, never told me that you were proud of me, never told me that I could do whatever it was I wanted to do in life. I was just the next generation you used as a tool to continue on this stupid service to a rich family."
He told them the rules. They were not to speak badly about you, either behind his back or to your face, and that included passive-aggressive remarks. They were not to try and coerce him nor you back into their "family business". In short, they were told to mind their own business or else they would have NO contact with any grandchildren that might come around in the future.
Jamil's father interrupted him halfway through, claiming this to be absolutely absurd "We raised you better than this!" sort of thing.
Which is where you chimed in
"YOU didn't raise him at all! You taught him to be obedient and submissive to a child that wanted to be his peer simply because of their money! Do you even realize that Jamil overblotted because of you?? He almost DIED because you were too selfish and thick-headed to see past the ass-licking you do to the Asim family!"
That sure did rile the parent's tempers, but they couldn't find the words to say in retort.
Jamil took one last breath "We're going to go traveling. We'll find a new place in this world, the two of us. Someplace where we don't have to prostrate ourselves before the wealthy just to live. And if you two want to be a part of our new life, you may. But only if you abide by the rules and boundaries that I've set."
Without even giving them a chance to speak back, the two of you walked out of the house, returning back to your home as quickly as possible.
And even though it was hard, you could tell that a huge weight was now off of Jamil's shoulders.
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everyone you wanna be
for the klaine valentine's challenge. no content notes yet.
one: my fancy patter
"Hey there, Lone Ranger."
Kurt looks up from where he's sitting on the floor, knees up and ankles crossed, as Blaine drops down next to him with a commercially pleasant smile -- though that's not indicative of much, since that seems to be Blaine's default expression like Santana's resting bitchface or Finn's perplexed forehead pucker. "Hi," he says shortly, because he'd come to sit in one of the unmonitored halls for a reason and doesn't feel the need to be welcoming. Blaine makes a small, nonspecific sound of commiseration.
"I know something that'll cheer you up," Blaine says, and follows it immediately with, "--this morning's numbers were rough, and I think we're both in the same boat with being down in the polls, but the best thing is to forge ahead instead of letting it weigh us down."
With an arched brow, Kurt regards the other boy for a long moment, perversely until he sees Blaine's temples start to get a touch damp, the smile start to strain.The momentary spike of mean satisfaction is just that, fleeting, and he sighs inwardly before he says, "What's so fun that it'll take my -- our -- minds off dipping in the viewer polls and potentially getting voted out of the show and sent home covered in embarrassment and failure, the butt of memes and talk shows for weeks if not months if not years?"
Blaine blinks and breathes out a whoooo, barely audible, but recalibrates fast, something Kurt notes with interest. "Finn and Puck figured out how to work the deep fat fryers in the cafeteria," Blaine says. "They're frying everything they can find. Frozen cauliflower, those little round frozen peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, potato chips--"
"They're making fresh potato chips?"
"No, they're double-frying normal potato chips." Blaine pauses, considers. "They're not bad, actually. If you get past the singed taste."
Kurt huffs derisively, letting his wrists dangle against his knees and thunking his head back against the wall. "A glowing review. I'll pass."
"We could maybe use the pancake batter to coat some candy bars and deep fry those. Better than potato shards?" Blaine starts reaching for Kurt's wrist to coax him up, but stops when Sam and Quinn come down the hallway, hands latched together between them. "Sup," Sam says with a lift of his chin towards them, which Blaine answers while Kurt tucks his own chin a touch lower and watches them go by. Quinn doesn't even look their way, her chilly, brittle smile reserved for Sam only, her posture the envy of dressage horses and hat racks. Their blond hair seems to provide its own source of light as they continue to sail down the hallway and out of sight, a yacht passing by two bobbing sailboats.
Kurt's startled out of his reverie by Blaine moving in closer, turning towards him instead of keeping his back flush against the wall. "They don't even really give a crap about each other," Blaine says, voice dipping lower as it sinks into more secretive levels, and Kurt feels a swirl of unease in his stomach.
"They've been inseparable since Sam found the only shower room that's still got hot water. They probably bonded over sharing a bottle of highlight-preserving shampoo."
"No," Blaine says more insistently. He has extraordinarily thick, weird eyebrows, Kurt notices for the first time, like circumflex accents over the o's of his eyes. "It's been since they got their numbers and were dipping way below Finn and Rachel. That's when they got together."
Kurt's teeth clack together in his mouth at Blaine speaking aloud what he's started to get a gnawing feeling about lately. The purpose of what they signed up for, this live reality programme about the making of a show choir through the unusual but attention-grabbing method of a survivalist situation in an unused high school, it wasn't about dating or romance or any of that. The pitch had been for performers, people with talent and moxie and charisma and screen presence, not people who intended to get by with looking pretty and sucking face
When Rachel and Finn had declared they were together, and they'd immediately soared in the polls, Kurt had talked himself out of it; they were both talented and Rachel's looks were entertainment good, not magazine good. But Quinn and Sam were like Dresden dolls more than any sort of real competition in the talent department, with their adequate singing and dancing that happened to come out of appallingly photogenic faces and figures. Possibly a secret hairstylist they'd secured to give them an advantage.
"This is exactly what I didn't want," Kurt says sharply, drawing his knees in tight now, feet pulled in together. "I told myself that this would be a different sort of show, one based on ability and merit and not just whatever look is hot on social media right now. But no! It's the same old thing, isn't it? The so-called prettiest people get everything without having to try."
"Hey, now," Blaine says, tilting his head. "You and me are pretty too." He bumps the back of one hand against the crook of Kurt's knee. "You a smidge more, but I think that'll work for us."
Kurt raises his head slowly from where his chin had sunk down against his chest. "Oh, no," he says, and scoots to the side, watching in gathering concern as Blaine correspondingly scoots closer. His smile is just as commercial as before, but now there's something else to it, something more focused and determined, and that's much worse because damned if Kurt doesn't like being the spotlight of somebody's full focused attention.
"Blaine -- it's Blaine, right?" Of course he knows the other boy's name, but if they're going to play a game then Kurt's not going in with the weaker hand. Blaine seems unfazed and just inclines his head, smile inching towards amused. "Look, Blaine, while I enjoy romcom tropes maybe more than your average person, to the point where I watch people go about their daily lives and immediately visualize their minor mishaps happening as meet-cutes, this isn't the route I want to take to be part of the New Directions. I want to win my spot through my gift and my hard work and, yes, being pretty, but that's not the main thing people should admire about me. And sure as hell not because I hook up with the flashy prep."
"Whoa there," Blaine says, smiling full-on now, "hook up? I'm not that easy." He laughs and it's breezy, confident, which is annoying but also takes the awkwardness out of the whole thing, so Kurt un-tenses, just a bit, as Blaine continues with a shake of his head, "It's an advantage. We've obviously got the raw material needed to make it, but this isn't an even playing field, unfortunately, or we'd know the outcome already. It's a show, it's dramatics, it's will-they-won't-they." He sings the last bit, a plummy MGM flourish: "--that's en-ter-tain-ment!"
"Trying to win me over with show tunes is … well, all right, it's effective. But this still isn't the avenue I want to stroll." Kurt thins his eyes at Blaine, considering, and the other boy takes it as an opening to make his pitch.
"Look, Kurt -- it's just for the cameras, and I'll do all the work. It doesn't have to look as though…" Blaine reconsiders whatever he'd been about to say and reroutes, "I'll woo you as if we're lovers in some silent black-and-white film! Big gestures, romance coming out our ears, I'll be so smitten that the audience is gonna fall in love with you through me, they'll be dying to see where it all goes and if I manage to win your affections. Or at least a duet." Blaine has his hands clasped now, pressed over his heart, and he tips his head in the direction that Sam and Quinn had gone. "One a damn sight better than 'Lucky'."
"Low-hanging fruit," Kurt says, but his heartbeat has tripped into double-speed, and he licks his lips, shifting to cross-legged so he can face Blaine. "I have conditions," he says, and Blaine turns even more towards him to say, "Naturally. We should both come to an understanding so there's no misha--"
"You need to find a KitKat and get it deep-fried for me."
Blaine halts in mid-reasoning, then he hops nimbly to his feet and sweeps a flourishing bow. At the crown of his dipped head there's a wave to his hair, little promises of curls, and Kurt files that away, too, in the moment before Blaine straightens. "Whatever your heart desires," he says in a silky murmur, and then more normally, "--next time we'll do this stuff for the cameras, okay? No point wasting it where nobody can see."
"Okay," Kurt says, and if his answering smile is a touch flat, it's just because he doesn't need to care.
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My favorite outfits in EEnE (from seasons 5-6)!
Hi y'all! I'm pretty sure we all know by now that Ed Edd n Eddy is goated, but I haven't seen a lot of people talk about the fashion. And yeah, they don't change outfits that much in seasons 1-4 (unless it's for comedic effect or something). However, the last two seasons give the characters more room to switch up their styles (because of the changes in the months, weather, etc.). I think the show really uses this to their advantage as there're a lot of interesting fits!
I've organized this post into two categories: Number one is outfits I just really enjoyed, number two is outfits that I feel showcase the characters well as a whole (aka every outfit from May I Have This Ed).
Am I most likely overanalyzing this show? Yes. But do I enjoy overanalyzing things? Also yes. Now sit back, relax, and put on your reading glasses, because this will get long!
Category 1: The Charming


So the first outfit I'll be talking about is Nazz's pjs from Boom Boom Out Goes the Ed! I think this fit is really adorable (so is her bathroom, which kind of gives off Hannah Montana vibes to me)! Nazz has always been known as the "feminine" one in the show, but I feel like in season five they emphasized that aspect of her to a greater extent (with her going from wearing men's underwear and not being afraid of getting a little dirty to wearing panties and caring about her appearance more). I actually like this direction they took because they managed to make her cute without turning her into a dumb blonde/flanderizing her character. She's still pretty much herself, which is something I appreciate :)
P.S. How was she so comfortable going outside in only her underwear??? Not only are all the cul de sac boys down bad for her but this episode also takes place in, like, September! Poor girl must be freezing lol


Ok, the next fit is this one from Sarah while she's working at Jimmy's play salon in Cleanliness is Next to Edliness. Now realistically, this outfit would probably be a chop, but Sarah is just a kid who dressed herself up in something she deemed as pretty. That's why it works very well for this particular scene. Plus, she looks like she stepped straight out of the 80s, which I find endearing. Perhaps she took them from her mom's closet (that would also explain why the clothes look a few sizes too big)? Also, the fork in her hair!?!? What an iconic fashion moment. I'm a sucker for whenever the characters use the most random objects as makeshift hair accessories (I've noticed the Kankers do this a lot, but I'll get to them later).

Next is Nazz's back to school outfit in Out with the Old, In with the Ed! This is literally just her normal fit with a jacket and a hairbow, but I still think it's great. I wish they would have kept her bow for the entire season and not just one episode.


Next is Ed's newsboy fit from Truth of Ed. This is one of the only times we get to see him without his jacket!!! I think he looks adorable (as usual). Again, it’s technically just a variation of his regular outfit, yet I think it works well for him! Ed isn’t they type of character who needs to change his entire outfit to establish a new look, and I appreciate how they showcased that in this design (because it’s so iconic to me)!


Now we have Double Dee's school nurse assistant outfit from This Won't Hurt an Ed. I think this outfit is great and idk how hot of a take this is, but I’d go as far as to say that it’s better than his original fit. Dee's regular outfit is so atrocious to me! Whoooo thought it would be a good idea to give this boy an orange shirt, purple shorts, and red leggings??? That sounds horrible and it looks even worse (I'm probably doing too much, but again, we're here to overanalyze stuff so it's ok lol). With this outfit, the color scheme looks wayyy more coherent. His shirt and leggings stand out more against each other. His leggings match the little cross on his hat. His tie and his gloves also kind of match. There's just so much to love about this outfit!


Next is Eddy's Arbor Day party fit from 'Tween a Rock and an Ed Place. This has to be my favorite outfit in the entire series!!! The slicked back hair. The polka dot shirt. The drawn on chest hairs. The dollar sign belt. All the miscellaneous accessories. It's all perfect for him (loud and fun and obnoxious but in the best way possible)! Eddy may be a tiny menace, but you've gotta admit, he has incredible fashion sense.



Now the next three outfits are from the infamous episode Smile For the Ed!
Lee’s fit is very interesting to me. Just like with Sarah’s outfit I talked about earlier, if I saw this at the Met Gala or something, I would say “That’s a CHOP,” but it works for Lee. Despite Lee being the most butch out of her and her sisters, I feel like she’s also the most glamorous and we can definitely see that here with how loud and bold her fit is. Also, again with the random objects as hair accessories! The wrench looks so great on her and kind of adds to the whole “trailer trash” vibe that the Kankers give off.
Nazz’s outfit is lovely as usual! I absolutely adore the sweater (which I’m assuming is some kind of fur material based on the way it’s outlined) over the dress. Plus the matching hat is just too cute! And so is her smile. It just amazes me how much she was able to serve with such minimal effort; unlike someone else…
…Which leads me to Eddy. We all know what happens in this episode, and it’s so depressing considering he was so prepared. His smile wasn’t the only thing he cared about so much, but also his choice in clothing. We’ve already established how fashionable Eddy is, but his outfits are usually more flamboyant compared to this one, which gives off more “mama’s boy” energy. It makes me wonder if he would’ve chosen something more flashy to wear if he wasn’t trying to impress his mom. I also like how Eddy’s red pants match the red in the pin and the flag he pulls out in this scene. Since there isn’t any red in his actual fit, it’s a small detail that I really enjoy.
Category 2: The Character Significant (aka a May I Have This Ed analysis)
Welcome to the second category! Ever since I first watched May I Have This Ed, it’s been one of my favorite episodes for many reasons: The plot, the humor, and, you guessed it, the wardrobe. Although this is one of the final episodes, it’s still one of the most beginner friendly to me. You can tell what type of person each character is just by their dance outfits alone. Let me explain it like I'm watching MIHTE for the first time:


By Jonny's outfit (which is just his regular one plus a vest and a necklace), I can tell that he's kind of a hippie (and by Plank's super cool tie, I can see that he's the best character in the series /j).
Sarah's big frilly dress tells me that she acts cute but is kind of spoiled. Jimmy's fit conveys that he's fashionable but also childish (with the teddy bear chain and heart shaped sunglasses).

The massive sea creature that Rolf is wearing gives me the impression that he's literally a fish out of water (a very confident one at that), while Kevin's Peach Creek outfit kinda makes him look like he's peaking in middle school and cares a lot about his image as a jock.
Nazz's fit tells me she's supposed to be "the pretty one," and that she's there to genuinely have a good time.



The Kankers' looks are probably my favorites from this episode! I love how they all have uniting elements (again with the objects in their hair). It's a tiny detail, but it really shows their background. While Sarah most likely put that fork in her hair because she was just playing dress up, the Kankers are genuinely trying to look nice. Maybe they didn't have the money or the time to go out and buy nice accessories for their school dance, so they're just working with what they have. Even if it isn't that deep, they still look so silly and cute (which is right up this show's alley).
Their outfits also look really good while showcasing their individual styles! Lee's is cool and chic as usual. Marie looks like she got her fit straight out of Hot Topic. May's looks the most adorable to me, and I wish we got to see more shots of it. I'm in love with that extension cord in her hair!


And lastly, we have the Ed boys! Like with the Kankers, I like how their outfits have some unifying traits, mainly that fake facial hair (which I just know was Eddy's idea).
And once again, we can see a lot about them individually. Ed's mismatched boots and the way he's sagging lets me know he's messy but he's also there to have the time of his life. Double Dee's outfit is as tidy as he is, and low key looks old school (from the 70s-80s), which I really like! Of course, Eddy's fit is bold and loud as always. His look shares many similarities with his Arbor Day one. I still think the latter is more memorable, but this outfit conveys everything it needs to about his character so I don't mind.




Also, a small thing I noticed is that once Eddy's beard comes of while he's hiding in the punch, he doesn't put it back on for the rest of the episode. And then, Dee takes his mustache off shortly after (because he never wanted to go to the dance anyway). This was probably meant to be an obvious detail (or idk), but I like that in this scene, you can pinpoint the exact moment when the party goes to crap. It also shows that these boys aren't as mature as they think
(Also also, can we talk about how adorable Eddy looks in the punch bowl (but in the ugliest way possible)? He looks like a fetus lol)

Then, the dance ends in the worst way possible (and Ed still has his fake facial hair, because after all, nothing bad happened to him). Even though it was a very ghetto experience for everyone who attended, at least they looked stylish while doing it!

Ok, one more small observation and then I'll be done: Shoutout to the mannequin lady from earlier in the episode. I'm not the first one to point this out (credits to a YT account who pointed this out in the comment section of this video), but her fishing lure earrings are such a nice touch! It's like she's luring Double Dee in with her charm. ;)
So in conclusion, EEnE can actually be very stylish when it needs to be, and season 5 deserves more appreciation.
#i feel like this took foreverrr to make haha#this idea has been in my head for weeks now#glad i finally got it out :D#also making this analysis taught me that tumblr has an upload limit of 30 photos per post#and i took twice that number of screenshots :')#someone save my camera roll#ed edd n eddy#eene#eene everyone#analysis#suga's stuff
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Alright! It is finally time to face the Elder Brain and end this run. For a little disclaimer, I did complete this run just a few days before Patch 7. I just have posting paralysis and shit sits in my drafts forever before I post things.
Shadowheart tried to dominate the Elder Brain. But, her plan was an abysmal failure.

And doomsday has arrived for the city of Baldur's Gate.

Pro tip: before walking into the apocalypse, make sure your pet illithid is well fed. Locally sourced brains are the preferred nutrition, but store bought is fine.

Despite the apocalyptic scenario she finds herself in, Minthara is enjoying herself and having a grand old time. Definitely the kind of person who thrives in chaos and is her most calm when shit hits the fan.

At the beginning of this all, Shadowheart was alone, trying to navigate the dangers by herself. She felt that she did not need any allies as they would be nothing but liabilities. But Minthara was the one who, ironically, pulled her out of the darkness and gave her the push she needed to step away from Shar. She never could have made it this far without her.

A failed Sharran, a drow, and an illithid walk into a bar...

Meet my friends!






RAWR!

Now this is what I call some quality gameplay! No one can attack you if they can't see you. And even if they could see you, you've evoked the "you can't touch me" rules!

In a final act of desperation, the nether brain pleads for its life, trying to entice Shadowheart into becoming Absolute. Of course, Minthara wants Shadowheart to take the brain and they can rule the world as gods. Sadly, Shadowheart has turned into a helpless do-gooder and destroyed the brain. Lame.

Yay! They saved the city and Minthara unintentionally did a good thing! Now, she wants to get shitfaced so she can forget the awful experience of being a hero against her will.

So, Shadowheart sleeps and Minthara trances, right? Meaning Minthara wakes up long before Shadowheart does. Therefore, Minthara has spent at least 4 hours just sitting here, staring at Shadowheart and waiting for her to wake up. I mean, I would do the same thing too...

Babygurl, it is just me and you here. Who the hell do you think I've been partying with without you? Who are you so afraid of? Who are you trying to poison?

You know, Withers could have just visited the evil lesbians in Baldur's Gate instead of throwing this lavish and extravagant party in the middle of nowhere.

Whoooo boi! This has probably been the longest it has taken me to ever complete a run in Baldur's Gate. Not because it was difficult, but because I was fighting burn-out at the same time, and, well, life stuff happened. But now with Patch 7 being here, I can finally download and install some mods to bring back that spark and replay Daedra and maybe complete that Karlach origin that I keep putting off. This will probably be the last time I do a Shadowheart origin as I have already done it three times and I miss her as a companion.
This is my first duo run and I have had a lot of fun with it. Knowing that I only had two companions and limited resources really made me approach combat and scenarios more tactfully and prepare in advance. It also provided me with some really good RP reasons to make some not so morally good decisions. This was a run that started off with Shadowheart making evil decisions out of necessity and survival, but then her selectively choosing to be good and to be better as she knows she has the power to be better. And having a powerhouse like Minthara at her side certainly gave her the confidence. Of course, Minthara had to get dragged through all this character development, grumbling and bitching about it the entire time. Although, I do not think she learned the same lessons as Shadowheart did as she is still up to her same old drow shenanigans.
This entire run was completely inspired by a random Shadowthara gifset I came across months ago and I knew I just had to do it. Shadowheart and Minthara have very quickly become one of my favorite ships and is my second favorite ship for Minthara specifically. I always knew that Shadowheart and Minthara had some overlap in their stories, but I didn't realize just how much they did overlap. I feel most people probably would have had Shadowheart go the DJ route with Minthara (and would be the canon route if Shadowheart only had Minthara by her side). So I went the opposite direction and found a good RP motivator to make Shadowheart reject Shar instead. To be honest, I think Minthara and Selunite Shadowheart mesh better together than DJ Shadowheart (although DJ Shaodwheart and Minthara are delicious in their own way).
Now that the run is completely over, I will get to my final wrap up in the next coming days. I will also polish out the chapters I have already written for my Shadowheart fic and start getting it published. And for all those who have followed me through this run when you really didn't have to:
Thank you!

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#bg3#baldur's gate 3#shadowheart#shadowheart origin#minthara#minthara baenre#evil murder kitten#shadowheart x minthara#semi-evil lesbians#team mommy issues#i've got so much angst planned for my shadowheart fic too
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Jason howling as a vocal tic on the ship, and it startles everyone else (except Hazel, who knew him briefly before he vanished and was aware that this was something he did). He's not ashamed of it, she can tell that much and, besides, he never seemed quite ashamed of it before, but this time, his shoulders are drawing up to his ears and he looks... frustrated.
Oh, she thinks. Camp is one thing - they already knew and it was understood as that thing that Jason did sometimes, same as with Dakota suddenly jumping rapidly while shaking his fists.
But this is a different setting, different people. Judging from Annabeth, Leo and Piper's faces, this wasn't something he demonstrated in front of them before. She'd only known him for a little bit, but she was well aware Jason didn't appreciate the label of "different". He was already that Roman kid that Percy was replaced - different in his mannerisms, his rigidity, the repressed snarl behind him lips.
At Camp Jupiter, he was Jupiter's son, the foregone leader. Stronger, more powerful. The child raised by wolves, the defeater of Krios. The golden boy.
He always laughed off when people said things like that. They were half-jokes. An easy kindness between friends, but reflecting on fact nonetheless. His teeth would always grit a little. His body tightening. Discomfort.
Just like now.
It didn't even register as a thought before she was already crossing to the other side of the boat. She leaned over the well crafted railing. Jason was stiff. His throat was so tense, she could imagine it like a rope, seconds away from splitting in half.
She turned to face the clouds like he was. Cleared her throat and howled alongside him.
She was not good at it. It was more of a "whoooo" than a real howl. But Jason didn't seem to mind as he shot her a quick look. It was kind of funny. It reminded her of little kids howling alongside their dogs.
Jason wasn't her dog however. But Frank was - sometimes.
She turned to where he had been reloading the cannons and jerked her head out to the clouds. He took the hint. Tightening the cannons back into place, he hopped over and leaned across the railing on Hazel's other side. His initial howl was a weak, cracked thing that her had giggling and him frowning. Jason wasn't stopping in his noise, but his shoulders shook anyway, a crooked grin cut against his lips as he howled.
Frank's head shifted into a proper wolf. This howl was lot better than the others. The sound of it, a rough guttural thing that trailed off like a song, encouraged Jason's own crooning. In seconds, it broke into a battle of who could do better.
Hazel accepted her loss with grace. Behind them, the others were still a little lost, but carrying on nonetheless. Sneaking peeks back at the three of them while they continued on. Annabeth ducked over to Percy. Their heads lowered together. She was probably asking him if this was a thing he saw at Camp Jupiter. A Roman child thing.
A wolf-trained thing.
He shrugged and gestured loosely outwards. He had not seen it. For starters, he hadn't been around long enough. And secondly, Jason was the only kid at Camp who howled like that. The little ones did sometimes, but they were strewn about New Rome playing pretend. Not howling because it itched a part of their brain that needed to be scratched.
The howling died off slowly, gently. Hazel steadied her grip against the railing and leaned back. Her feet kept her firmly planted. She held herself there for a moment. Then swung back up. The air rushed past her face and she exhaled with it.
"Better?"
Jason flexed his fingers one right after the other against the railing. "Better?" he echoed with a frown. "Better? Better?"
He was like a parrot.
Hazel snorted and tilted her head back. "Helloooo," she drawled.
His head snapped up from where he'd dropped it to mumble to himself. The echo was instant. "Helloooo!"
"Hello!" she called back.
He clicked his tongue twice then, "Helloooo!"
She grabbed his hands and began jumping fast like Dakota would. Frank's warm hand steadied against her back. Jason "hello"ed one more time before copying her. Big jumps with knees pulled up as far as they could go, calves tucked into thighs, and head ducked over. They mimicked Dakota's tight fists with their entwined grip.
"Hello!" she shouted with every bounce. The word tied up on her tongue quickly.
Jason echoed the greeting back for a few seconds before devolving into his repeated chant of "teeth".
Hazel did not understand what exactly was soothing about the word "teeth". "Hello" made sense. Even "Reyna" was a good one. "Teeth" was a gritted word that just sounded menacing as fuck and did not tickle any part of her brain.
So she stuck with with a repeated and enthusiastic "hello" for the couple minutes they jumped in tandem. Her legs ached by the time they faded into a slow stop, Jason's words quieting down into steady silence and breathing.
She keeled over and gripped her knees. "How the fuck does Dakota do that?" she panted. She held her head back. "Gods-dammnit - he makes it look so easy."
"He makes it look like he's having a spasm of some kind," Frank said. "Or a tantrum because someone drank all his koolaid."
Jason snorted. Damn, sky baby was breathing fine. She almost wanted to whack him for it. But instead she just rose up and leaned against Frank's strong center.
"Better?" she asked.
He ran his hand through his short tufts of hair. "Yeah," he said. He gazed off into the clouds, then back at her with a quiet smile. "Thanks."
She waved him off. "It's fine." She gestured towards the inside of the boat. "Do you want me to explain it?"
She wasn't fully sure how to explain it though. It's just a thing that he does sometimes, they'd said about Jason. If it interrupts a conversation, just wait a moment. And that was it.
Dakota's was explained a little better. It's not because I'm hyper, he'd said. But sometimes I get all, like, tense and stressed and it helps me shake it out.
She'd stared at him. Then said, Being at Camp doesn't help you shake it out? I think I've ran around more here than I did when I was a kid.
He'd laughed and bumped her with his shoulder. Nah, it's not like that. That's energy. This is different. Like when you sit and bounce your leg. But that's controlled. This is like my brain telling my body it's full, and we gotta let some stuff out or I'll explode. I can feel it coming on, but I can't stop it.
Kind of like going to the bathroom, she'd thought. How many times had she'd bolted through the door and race to the toilet before it could all come rushing out of her without permission? And when she did make it, sat down and let go, the relief was instantaneous.
Was Jason's like that? It had to be similar. Being on the boat, sailing right towards the enemy, yet another war slapped on his back, knowing that his home felt betrayed by him, dealing with being possessed back and forth, being the only one who could handle all the bitter wind and sky spirits that attacked them - his brain had to be sending out multiple alarms to his body telling him to let go or implode by now. Probably had started days ago. When Leo made the first attack and everything went downhill.
He didn't say anything, but his brows were furrowed. "I-" He grit his teeth. "I'll do it. It's fine."
She played with Frank's fingers. The two of them shared a brief look. Then she kicked the side of his foot with hers. "I'll do it, Jason."
He scowled. "I can-"
"Shut up, I'm doing it," she said. She eased off of Frank and prodded Jason in his belly. "I already decided and I'm older than you so shush."
He blinked, almost owlishly. The tension in his shoulders stuck, high and tight. Then slowly began to drift down. He opened his mouth then clamped it shut, staring back out into the clouds.
"Okay," he said softly after a few seconds of plaintive silence.
She poked his belly again. "Whoooo."
Frank came up beside her. "Whooooo."
The corner of Jason's lip twitched. He tilted his head ever so slightly to catch them both with his electric eyes. It was quiet, then he laughed soundlessly, and gave a quiet, "Whooo" back.
#jason grace#hazel levesque#frank zhang#happy talks pjo#my writing#my fanfic#hazel harnessing her dad's big brother energy at the end there 👍
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Masterlist + Requests
(Last updated: 12:08pm - 4/25/25)
Heeeeeellloooo everyone! Curse here, I thought I'd make a masterlist for my fics so they would be easier to find seeing how I plan to make many more fics In the future :3
ALSO! I have an AO3 account if it's easier to read my writing on there. I'm TheCursedAnon on ao3 as well :3
LETS JUST JUMP RIGHT INTO IT--

~ REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED! ~
I'm operating with 2 fic request slots for now so I can get a feel for them, I can't guarantee they'll be super long because as I've stated previously my muse is a fickle bitch. I'm also not sure how fast I'll be able to get them out because I'm working on my own original non t-word series right now, but I'll do my best! <3
My HC requests are OPEN, there's no limit on hc's, request as many as you want. :3 also feel free to send me your hc ideas! I love reading them! <3
Guidelines for requests:
I don't write NSFW. I've got nothing against it, It's just not for me lmao.
I don't write other people's OC's. Listen... Y'all, I love OC's, I'll be the first to admit I have a whole like 20 page google doc of OC's from various different fandoms-- but something I've learned over the years is It's really hard to write someone else's OC well, with official characters there's enough content for me to consume to get a feel for them... OC's not so much. :( I'm sorry.
Also, as I'm consuming JJK content, I'm forming a mental list of characters I will not write for... So far there's only a few on the list;
Meimei
Toji
Mahito
~ Request Slots ~
Request slot 1: Lee!Yuji, Lers!Nanami, Gojo, Yuta, Choso, Megumi & Todo. (Whoooo boy, Yuji gonna have a busy day XD)
Request slot 2: Lee!Megumi, Ler!Gojo
Secret 3rd slot: Lee!Inumaki, Ler!Gojo (prompt is going into the AU fic)
~ Upcoming Fics ~
Lee!Yuji + Lers!Nanami, Gojo, Yuta, Choso, Megumi, Nobara & Todo ~RQ~ - It's Yuji's birthday, what better way to celebrate than by getting the snot tickled out of him by his friends? (25% done)
Amusement park shenanigans pt 3 - Gojo is now raining down hell on EVERYONE. Everyone be catching these wiggling fingers now. (Not started)
Lee!Megumi + Ler!Gojo ~RQ~ (Not Started)
Name TBD - The beginning of an AU... :) (Chapter 1 90% done)
Ler!Inumaki, Lee!Yuta (Not Started)
~ Fanfic Masterlist ~
1. Amusement Park Shenanigans (Lee!Nanami, Switch!Yuji, Ler!Gojo) - Summary: Gojo decides to take the students to the amusement park, and drags a very unwilling Nanami along with them... after trying to failing to convince Gojo to let him leave, and one too many grumpy remarks from Nanami, Gojo decides to do what Gojo does best... cause absolute chaos. Upload Date: 3/12/24
2. Amusement Park Aftermath (Lee!Gojo, Ler!Nanami, Ler!Megumi) - Summary: Did Gojo seriously think Nanami wasn't gonna get revenge for that little stunt he pulled the other day? Upload Date: 4/5/24
3. Rainy Day (Lee!Yuji, Ler!Nanami) - Summary: Yuji Is super down today, that and he's not been sleeping well due to the nightmares he's been having. His friends, concerned about him go to Nanami with their concerns, and the stoic teacher takes it upon himself to cheer Itadori up. Upload Date: 4/11/24.
4. Sorry about your dad (Lee!Nanami, Ler!Haibara. TW: Mentions of abuse) - Summary: Nanami isn't answering his phone, and he's lying to their friends... something isn't right. and Haibara is gonna get to the bottom of it. Upload Date: 4/6/25
5. Drastic Measures (Lee!Gojo, Ler!Yaga) - Summary: Gojo really went and did it this time... running himself ragged with no rest? capitol punishment. Upload Date: 4/7/25 🔮NEW🔮
~ Headcanon Masterlist ~
Ler!Gojo and his students (RQ)
Ler!Inumaki
~ thecursedanon Writing out of Context ~
Yuta, Yuji, and Inumaki's ticklish spots (RQ)
Ler!Yaga
Humor #1
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9th review in series of Dragon Age Veilguard
70 hours in, 68 actual playtime.
I'm not an asshole disclaimer, if you've read it you can skip to the cut.
Something came to my attention. I need to make it crystal clear that I utterly love the diversity in DAV. It's fantastic. I'm also a heavily left leaning, non-binary, queer as fuck reviewer, editor, and author.
I'm on media blackout while I play this, so I'm only getting second-hand info on how awful it is right now in the DA Fandom. Please be safe and take care of yourselves. Arguing with incels and white supremacists is completely pointless. They sea lion worse than an actual sea lion. Your mental health is important.
Though, every single time the anti-queer brigade comes out for a new DA game, I sit there thinking 'have you bozos ever played any DA game, like, ever?' My guess is nope.
Spoilers for Dragon Age Veilguard
Section 8 here.
Did I say I didn't hate this game? I lied. I hate it so much it has become a vendetta just to finish it.
With three long games, 14 years of history, so much Lore there really never feels an end to it, 5 books. 6 comics, two or more coffee table books and probably stuff I don't know about to use for inspiration... this game is terrible.
They've stripped it down to the most banal, most puerile, most boring concepts they could possibly find in all of that to use in this travesty of a role playing game.
I'll finish it so I can see just how bad it is and how exactly they'll fuck over Solas some more. And here I was feeling comfy that since Weekes loves Solas that they wouldn't utterly fuck him over?
Whoooo boy, was I wrong. I wanted memories of his time before he woke up in Inquisition. I did not want memories of every cruel thing he'd ever been forced to do to protect tens of thousands of innocents. War is horrible. Those leading wars, regardless of the justified reasons (or not) get their hands bloody. They have to make hard decisions that cost pieces of their souls because no one else will.
I wanted memories of what Arlathan and Elvhen culture was like before everything went went to hell. What did we get? Memories painting Solas as the worst possible version of himself.
And the way they discuss and treat the topic of Mythal... I wonder if it's nice and cozy so far up Mythal's arsehole?
It's revolting when you know everything FleMythal has done, and if you read between the lines of all the lore about Arlathan era Mythal.
I've been told that the third act is the best. Though how anyone even gets to the third act is beyond me. Other than sheer cussedness and a desire to escape politics and the side effects of a pulmonary embolism. Cause that's the only way I've gotten this far.
Did I remember to say that they apparently forgot what aggro was and how that's supposed to work with a multi-player team? My rogue is not a tank. (Nor a rogue because rogues pick fucking locks.) Yet for some reason, he always has aggro. Especially the bigger and harder the enemy is to beat.
Aggro, in case you're reading my ramblings and don't know, stands for aggression/attention of whatever your team is fighting. Whoever did the most damage last is the one who should have aggro. In any decent video game, that's the tank, who is built to take it. They're supposed to keep the bad guys attention so the archers and mages can get it from behind/beside.
But since your side characters don't get skill points at the same rate your player characters do, (fantastic idea that, what utter dipshit came up with that?) Your character, whether they're a DPS or not, always has fucking Aggro.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to fight as a Legolas wannabe when you have several tons of dragon crashing into you because you do the most damage because of an outright shitty levelling system?
I now get to go fight another fucking dragon. That's gonna be fun. (It's my third today) and that'll have me into act 3.
Oh, and the much advertised 'dragon slayer' is a good character, but they're shit at actually killing dragons. I never, ever, thought I would miss Cassandra Inquisition. Because I utterly loathe her as a character, but I miss having competently designed dragon fighters in a game with so many fucking dragons to fight.
...
Make that two dragons.
Section 10.1 here.
#dragon age veilguard#veilguard#da veilguard#dragonage#solas#dragon age veilguard review#veilguard spoilers.
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I. KPOP X MALE READER 💝
OFFICIAL DOMINANT - part 1
CHARACTER : [Han/Han Jisung (Stray Kids)] [Male Reader] [Stray Kids Ansamble]
SUMMARY : Jisung mad cause his boyfriend, M/n said things that lowered his pride in front of his friend
WARNING : Blank
M/n, Jisung and his friends are currently camping in Jisung's backyard and tonight they are playing truth or dare, Chan turned the bottle on a small table and soon headed to Jisung's "Truth or dare?", asked Chan, the gang leader in the group."I say it, Truth"
All of his friends thought about asking questions for Jisung, and Jeongin finally asked him, "Why are you together? Wasn't you hate M/n?" Jeongin's final statement made Jisung regret what he did in the past. "I don't know, maybe I've been possessed" everyone there laughed at by Jisung, including M/n "But it's all because of you all"
"They?" M/n asking
"Before I confess to you, we play truth or dare to ask the person I hate the most, will they be my boy/girlfriend"
Everyone listened to him, and Jisung continued "And actually you're not the person I hate the most, but among all the people I hate you are the most interesting" then his eyes to look at the person in question
"Whoooo" their friend cheering for Jisung made M/n blush, he knew that even though Jisung became his boyfriend because he had to, he could really see the sincerity of his love these days
"Go ahead" said Jisung, then Chan turned the bottle againThe bottle leads to Felix "Truth or dare?"
"Because most are truth, I pick dare"
"Sitting on my lap" Changbin said excitedly, Felix pretended to object but kept going up to his lap, all of them just look at them and giggling
"By the way, which one of you is the dom?" asked M/n because he was a new member of this gang
"Changbin, how could be Felix?" Hyunjin replied.
"But I thought it's Felix, because he's taller hehe"
"DAMN YOU LOT!!" ignoring them, Chan who sighed back turned the bottle and everyone focused on that bottle that was spinning a long time ago."It's sooo long" said M/n before the bottle pointed at him
"Truth or dare, baby?"
"Truth"
"Me!" Hyunjin asking "Just like he asked Changbin, among of you, whose dom?" everyone was waiting for an answer from M/n except for Jisung, because of what they did last night, exactly one day before the camp
M/n looked at Jisung, while Jisung doing aegyo made M/n possessed by evil soul, "I am" everyone did not wonder and mocked Jisung.
"No wonder, because your boyfriend is a midget hahahaha" Changbin mocking, who was overlapped by Felix and then followed by his laugh, M/n also laughed
"But I really wonder what if Jisung was dominant, this cute guy haha" said Chan, whom Seungmin agreed to, Lee Know only smiled, only Jisung was speechless.
"Never mind, go on," said M/n and then he turned the bottle this time
"I'm done" Jisung rose up before one second after, the bottle pointing to him
"But it's your turn, Ji" Jisung looked at M/n with intimidating look and turned his eyes sideways and went into his tent no matter what
"What's wrong with him?" Hyunjin asked. Surprisingly, they continued the game without Jisung until late at night Chan told them all to sleep so that they could go to school tomorrow
"Ji, why didn't you join us, it was fun" M/n slowly woke Jisung up
"What? Go away, I want to sleep alone" Jisung spoke in a normal tone, but M/n felt the strangeness of the sentence
"Why? Why aren't you in the mood, suddenly?"
"I'm fine, I'm just want to sleep alone."
"Then where do I sleep?" Jisung doesn't listen to M/n, M/n is afraid to lower his mood. He decides to sleep with Chan and Seungmin and went to their tent
"Can I sleep here?" despite asking M/n directly to sleep on the edge of Seungmin without their permission
"Why?"
"Jisung, suddenly he's sulking"
"Just sulking, at least for a while. Weird, a dom can't control his sub's emotions" said Seungmin, who tried to sleep beforehand
"Actually Jisung is dom hehe" hears that, Chan and Seungmin rise and surprised M/n "What the hell are you"
"What the hell, why did you say he was the sub?" Seungmin pushed M/n, because Chan's tent was far from the other tent, it didn't sound too loud
"I'm not saying he's the sub, I'm just saying I'm the dom."
"WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE YOU MOTHER-Chan pushed Seungmin to lie down because he screamed too loud
"He got really mad, I'm sure" ~ Chan
"What's the fucking matter? I'm just kidding tho"
"You think it's funny, huh? It involves our pride as top" Bangchan stabbed M/n's head until he was lying next to Seugmin "I get him why he isn't in the mood," he continued.
"You all just such a thin-skinned"
"MOTHERF- Chan hit Seungmin again
"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't know" M/n just realized his mistake, and then he felt guilty "but I'm still sleeping here, right? Because I can't wonder what if he got really mad"
"I don't know either, because he rarely sulks like that" heard Seungmin, M/n became worried, he didn't want his relationship with Jisung to end this soon just because he turned around the trivial fact "By the way, you can't sleep here, bye"
"How so!?"
"Who knows, maybe Jisung will melted down when you caught a cold" Chan supported Seungmin and kicked M/n out of the tent and closed it from the inside
"Dang it you two" M/n is starting to worries. "It's okay, I hope Jisung will melt down for real" he murmured and lay down on the seat, I'm willing to catch a cold for my baby Jisung
Even though he couldn't stand the cold, M/n still tried to close his eyes while looking for a comfortable position to sleep in that long chair until M/n fell down "Ouch"
The sound of the fall seemed too noisy until the target peeked from inside the tent, M/n could see Jisung stealing his eyes at him because his tent was not closed perfectly and then act like drama queen
"Oh my god, it's bleeding" pretend to look at his elbow and cover it up like it's hurt
"M/n" turns out that Jisung did go to him
"Yes?" "What happen?" "It's okay hehe"
"Oh, here's your bag."
"Noo Jisung-ah I'm sorry for saying anything about your pride or whatever, pls forgive me, I'll do anything for you"
"Not that fast, M/n, I'll make you pay for all of your mistakes"
"But you're forgive me, right?" Jisung uhuh-ing and just following M/n that pulls his hand "Yeay, I'm sorry baby, let's just go to sleep" and smiling
#han jisung#Male reader#han x male reader#han jisung x male reader#stray kids x male reader#Fluff#M/n#Stray kids
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We've seen that Kalim isn't totally incompetent in the kitchen when given proper instructions (Bean's Day), so let's say post CH4 he starts working in himself and gets decent in the kitchen.
Could I have a oneshot of Kalim trying to perfect his girlfriend's favorite dish and succeeding after a few tries?
Abso-tootley 😎
𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚-𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙(𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙘)'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙!
To make things easy and more descriptive, the reader's food is going to be a Taco Salad (For anyone who doesn't know, that's pretty much just a bunch of tortilla chips absolutely STACKED with topping that can range from meat, to sour cream, peppers, cheese, anything your heart desires!)
Plus, it's such a silly name for such a silly food!
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Cooking was hard work, Kalim learned very quickly. And while he was never opposed to hard work, despite his upbringing, he was still a little thrown off by how difficult it was. Watching Jamil cook for him while they were at school led Kalim to believe that making food was something that was easy, something simple to do.
Boy was he wrong about that.
Ever since Jamil's..."incident", Kalim had been trying to fend for himself more in the kitchen, wanting to ease the stress on his friend's shoulders. By the Seven, it was the most difficult thing he ever had to do.
But it was so rewarding, in the end, when he finally got to taste-test the finished product. Normally, it came out somewhat edible, if not a bit strange. But it was something he made. No one else! He made it!
And he decided to put his "skills" to the test when he learned that it was your birthday coming up. I mean, his girlfriend was celebrating her birthday in a world that wasn't her own, with no family to wish her the best! But that was alright, Kalim was more than happy to smother you with all the affection your family would, plus some extra (call it a boyfriend tax).
He recalled you mentioning, albeit a bit off-handedly, about how much you missed the food in your world. Especially something called a "taco salad".
Whoooo boy, Kalim might have been a bit over his head when he got the idea stuck in there to recreate this dish. Heck, you probably already knew what he was up to when he asked you to explain the dish to him in greater detail, taking notes as you obliged him.
Now in the kitchen, his apron and arms splattered with spices and sauces that he hadn't even used (where did it come from??), Kalim stared long and hard at the several pages of notes hanging up from the wall, put there to avoid them getting messed up from ingredients.
It was hard, for sure. But he believed that this time, he had it.
First was the chips. The sort of chips they had in the school store were much different from the sort of "tortilla" chips in your world, so he would have to make them from scratch. After tweaking a recipe given to him by Jamil, Kalim had finally gotten the chips out looking like, well, chips!
The first batch came out doughy and uncooked.
The second came out black and crispy.
But third time's the charm!
Nope.
The third came out in one huge clomp of dried-out dough.
BUT THE FOURTH TIME!
They came out perfect. Well, not exactly like the triangular-shaped chips you spoke about, but the roundish little things were still chips! And after tasting one of them, Kalim decided that they were good anough to give to you! Now, next was making the toppings- which, all in all, wasn't too hard. It was simple tasks. Fry the meat, smoke some chicken and cut it into small strips, prepare lettuce, shred cheese, procure sour cream, find some various spices to add to it to make it unique!
He had burned himself a few times (okay, several times), but at last! At long last! He had done it.
Beaming with pride at himself, Kalim packed up all of the ingredients into tupperware containers, casting a small spell to ensure they kept their warm temperature, and left the kitchen with his arms full, leaving the mess in the room for someone else to clean
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You were in the Ramshackle house, working on some schoolwork- well, working on a group project solo, was more like it. Grim was always a slacker when it came to essays...
You were interrupted from your studies when someone started banging on the front door
"Coming! Just wait a second!" You called out, standing up with a groan
"YN, hurrryyyyyyyy!" A voice from the other side of the door yelled out.
"Kalim..." You muttered with a smile, hurrying over to the door and opening it with a wide grin. Your eyes dropped to the several containers in your boyfriend's arms, and you raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Let me in!" Was all he provided in explanation, giggling at himself as he moved past you and waltzed right into the Ramshackle's kitchen, dumping his load (hahahaha) down onto the counter.
"Uh, baby, what is all this?" You asked slowly, unsure of whether to be amused or concerned. With Kalim, this could go either two ways- it could be a fun little present, or it could be a fun little present in which he didn't think through all the way and now you had to care for several monkeys (long story).
"Darling, sunshine, my diamond, this-!" Kalim threw his arms out wide after he quickly opened the tops of all the containers "Is your birthday present!"
It was a smorgasboard of assorted foods, none entirely edible on their own. But put together...
"Did- did you make a taco salad?"
His eyes brightened "Yeah! Made everything from scratch, chips included! Well, I didn't make the spices from scratch, actually- I just kind of took ones from the ones in the kitchen...but I figured you might be feeling a little homesick, and since you can't really go home for your birthday...why not bring a little taste of home to you?"
He...made all of this? For you? Sure, his cooking skills were weak, at best, from all that you've tasted of it, but you could see the band-aids covering his fingers and his arms, and the smudges of spice still on his shirt's collar. But his eyes were bright and cheerful, as they always were when he was looking at you
You felt yourself start tearing up, and ran forward to wrap your arms around him in a death-grip of a hug.
"Thank you so much, Kalim. You don't understand how...how great this all this. Thank you!" You said into his shoulder, your voice muffled.
Kalim put a hand on the back of your head, wrapping his other arm around you, and you could feel him kissing you on top of the head.
"Happy birthday, yn."
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#twisted wonderland#twst#twst fanfic#twst kalim#kalim x reader#kalim al asim#twisted wonderland kalim
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hear me out, hear me out, feylin mulan au. IT WORKS!
note: mama archeron is still alive and the family isn't dirt poor.
papa archeron is called to war again but he became disabled fighting in the last war, and he'll most definitely die on the battlefield this time. feyre doesn't want him to go cuz like that's her dad (and for a more selfish reason, he's the only one that's been stopping her mother from marrying her off to lord rhysand because he's rich af) something something, feyre takes her dad's conscription papers and armor, the family horse, oh no nesta, elain what are you doing here. nesta helps cuz she knows she can't stop feyre, elains helps feyre cut her hair. they send her off, don't die ok. feyre gets to the military base, where we meet general tamlin, (with long hair and now feyre's wishing she didn't cut hers off but it would've probably made her look more feminine anyway) who has been put in charge of the new trainees to test his loyalties cuz his father ended up betraying their side. so he's training them really hard to prove himself, and feyre's singled out because she's significantly physically weaker than everyone else. something something, we get to the iconic climbing scene and she's the first to reach the top and take the arrow. something something, things are going great but oh no, the enemy has caught up with them, boom avalanche, oh no tamlin, he's fallen off the cliff, yay fyere saved him, but oh no feyre's injured and gasp she's a GIRL? tamlin's like hella mad cuz this reflects badly on him (also secretly sad cuz my boy was feeling feelings, there's homosexuality implied in the og movie cuz shang had feelings for mulan when he thought she was a boy sooooo) feyre's kicked out and she's trudging along the way back home when wait a minute, is that... tamlin's dad? oh no they all didn't die in the avalanche and now they're gonna kill the emperor. let's go horsie. something something, feyre makes it to the capital city (give name later), and damn it tamlin would you just listen, your dad is back. look up! oh no it's tamlin's dad and he's gonna to kill the emperor. ha! bet you wished you listened to feyre now, don't you. fight, fight! something something, face off between tam's dad and feyre
tam's dad: IT'S YOU! YOU'RE A GIRL! i'm more mad that you're a girl in the army than i am that you almost killed me because i'm a total misogynist. i'm gonna kill you now
feyre: you're such a shitty dad, i can't believe you would betray such an amazing, beautiful, gorgeous man, who i totally don't have any feelings for, like that
um feyre aren't you supposed to be fighting this dude cuz he's gonna kill the emperor, priorities girlie!
something something, cool fan move, kick, FIREWORKS! (it seems now would be the time to say that mushu still exists in this au) ahhh tam's dad is on fire. yay the emperor has been saved! all hail feyre archeron, savior of prythian, whoooo!
cut scene
*back at the archeron family house*
mama archeron's like totally mad, cuz feyre how could you mess up her plans to become richer by pawning off her daughter to that total stranger. tamlin arrives with a friend (hi lulu!), mama archeron is very intrigued, ooh maybe her plan can still work. oh he's asking after feyre, the ancestors must be looking down on her today. nesta's totally suspicious, what does this tall (derogatory) man want with her sister. elain's intrigued cuz tamlin's friend looks very nice, hehe. anyways, tamlin finds feyre in the garden and omg what is he doing here. they're getting closer, and closer, and closer, and oohh they're kissing.
the end.
#using my magic to make one of my moots write this#if prythian had a capital city what would it be called#also who would be yao chien-po and ling#bron hart and an oc maybe?#feylin#pro feylin#acotar au#feyre archeron#tamlin
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Keepers of the Forbidden Cities- Prologue: Where it begins
Hello there folks! Welcome to my story...I am very excited about this because I've had this idea for a while and I wanted to try and give it a shot. A couple of things to remember: My OC's are not related, I repeat, not related...this will come in handy later on.
THIS IS MY STORY. I DO NOT WANT ANYONE REPOSTING THIS!!!! This is on my fanfiction account under Keepers of the Forbidden Cities by SteamWadsworthCrestwell.
Second thing, Keefe might be a little oc, nobody is perfect lol.
Thirdly, yes there will be songs in here, this is not a musical but I just love them so much I had to include them and for a couple of them I included them for the storyline purpose, some of them you might know, some you might not know :-).
Fourth, the main storyline is just after Keefe runs away to the Forbidden Cities. So after the prologue that's where it kind of picks up.
Lastly (I know you're probably like, get on with it!). I am not focusing too much on ships right now, only because they can get messy, and I have a love for certain ships (justice for Fitz, no offense Keefe, I love you too) but right now I'm going to focus on the plot line and the growth of the characters. There might be moments where you're like "Mermaid, you're going back on your word!" I assure you, dear reader, that the only tidbits of any sort of 'ship/romance' will be introduced in the first two chapters after this and it's all the non-cannons, then it's alllll drama! Whoooo!
With that, enjoy the story!
KOTLC is owned by Shannon Messenger.
My OC's belong to me.
Preface
Prologue - You are here
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
"Lighting is everything.
It creates a mood and has an emotional effect on you."
-Zak Bagans
Bar Harbor, Maine, USA
Midnight
Darkness stretched across a vast space of beach. Winds howled as the hooded figure carried a bundle of blankets toward a two-story white cottage that sat on a rocky shore, the sand underneath the figure's feet made it more difficult to walk.
Behind the first mysterious person, two more appeared, one seemed to glide across the sand, carrying in one arm a large bag and in the other hand held onto a much shorter figure, one that struggled to keep up with the pace of the one they held onto.
The shorter one's hood fell from the wind, revealing messy, disheveled blonde hair, whipping around a young boy of just three years old. His ice-blue eyes with flecks of dark blue stared around the landscape, fearful, but he dared not voice his feelings for he learned once before not to complain or else.
The boy stumbled down and let out a cry of surprise as he tripped over an exposed rock, "Quiet!" The hidden figure said with a hushed tone and yanked the boy forward.
The first figure was already standing inside the newly decorated home, not even dust had time to settle. Walking over to a small white cradle that sat near the couch in the middle of the room, they set down the bundle of blankets, revealing a young girl roughly two years old.
The girl fussed at the new position and shifted as the first figure plopped her hood down to reveal long platinum-blonde hair, ice-blue almond-shaped eyes, and freckled skin.
She took off her cloak to reveal a plain brown dress with matching shoes and a crystal strung onto a cord around her neck, she quickly took it off just as the boy and the other figure came through the door. Already lit candles had been set up around the house, it looked as though they had been burning for quite a while.
The second figure's hood was wind-swept down revealing a beautiful woman with pale peach skin and blonde hair, which was styled into a tight bun. Her eyes were ice blue, matching those of the young boy next to her.
She let go of his hand and set the bag down on the couch, "Gisela-" The first woman started, "Lady!" Lady Gisela snapped, her blue eyes flaring with anger, "Do not address me as if I was on your level Elektra. Just because your sister is on the Council and you manifested an ability, don't forget that you're still a product of bad matches and talentless elves. As your leader and a Lady, you need to address me as such," Lady Gisela stated.
"I'm so sorry Lady Gisela. Forgive my mistake," Elektra said, bowing her head." I just wanted to know why we needed to change plans so quickly, what of our London contacts? I heard from Fintan-" Elektra started, but yet again was cut off by Lady Gisela.
"You heard nothing! The less you know the better...Oh, cheer up old friend, you're making our world better with your sacrifices." She said circling Elektra as she snatched away her crystal and her cloak, patting them like Elektra hid something in her cloak to incriminate her.
Once she was satisfied, Lady Gisela went towards the little boy, who was cowering by the front door, "Your new name is Alexander Sterling, not that you would remember your old one soon anyway." She said, turning towards Elektra and pointing to the cradle that held the two-year-old little girl who was currently trying to get out of the blanket prison that Elektra had wrapped her in.
"Her new name is Ashlynn Rose Sterling and your new name is Eliza Sterling. With that, I should give you this," Lady Gisela paused, reached into her satchel, pulling out a small vial with reddish brown liquid inside, "This is for you," Lady Gisela said, and Elektra took it, popped it open, and despite the horrible smell she drank it, almost gagging at the mud-like texture going down her throat. Not long after the vial was empty Elektra's hair changed colors, from white to blond to a light brown color.
"That will last you a month at most, I have a contact in the human market who will supply you with whatever you need from the Lost Cities. His shop is named Island Treasures. Passports, money, IDs, everything is with him. Your room will also only be opened by you, DNA sensor of course. And this is for Alexzander," Lady Gisela said as she pulled out another vial, this one was much larger and darkish blue.
"It will keep his memories at bay until I need him to remember them, made by the finest alchemist the Neverseen has to offer, your husband of course, may he rest in peace," Lady Gisela said with a wicked smile, shaking the bottle slightly, "No one knows your here, not even Fintan or the other members, this is my project and they shouldn't have a say on how I run it." Lady Gisela said, speaking the last part to herself.
"Think of this as your rebirth, how do the humans say it? Ah, yes, think of yourself as a phoenix rising from the ashes, born anew, just like the Lost Cities will be, burned down with Everblaze and rebuilt the way I see fit." Lady Gisela stated, her eyes staring into a future for herself that others set in motion centuries ago.
Elektra's eyes welled up, remembering just moments ago she held her husband, Lennox, in her arms, and the sacrifice he made to get them here safely. Elektra knew that Lady Gisela was taunting her, they went to school together, and she knew all of her tricks. Lady Gisela wanted to see if she was going to continue to move forward with the plan.
Elektra was not going to let her husband's sacrifice be in vain, she would not let Lady Gisela see her in pain. Knowing that she had nothing left again but the children that were with her, and that they were her responsibility now.
Alexander's eyes widened, he just wanted to go home, with his toys and cuddle his stuffed animal, Rexy the T-rex. Elektra set the vial she had just taken down on the table next to her, still a little woozy from the effects, grabbed it from Lady Gisela, and walked towards Alexzander.
Alexander was having none of it, eyes welling up and mouth firmly shut. Elektra sighed with annoyance and gripped his chin, "Open up." She insisted and Alexander shook his head no. Lady Gisela glided over, "Little one if you drink this, we can go home, and you'll be with your toys, and your brother again." Lady Gisela promised, the lie came out easily enough. If Elektra was an Empath, she would have thought that Lady Gisela was telling the truth.
Alexander didn't know any better, he wanted that, he wanted to go home, so he opened his mouth after a few seconds, "Good boy," Lady Gisela said as Elektra tipped the vial upwards, still gripping his chin so nothing spilled out of his mouth.
After pulling the vial from him, Alexander's vision blurred. Sharp pains prickled against his skin as he started to thrash about, holding his head in his hands, Elektra went to move forward but was stopped by Lady Gisela's outstretched arm, preventing her from helping him, "Leave him!" Lady Gisela snapped, eyes trained on the boy.
Elektra stared in disbelief at Lady Gisela, she knew of the cruelty Lady Gisela had done, heck she'd even helped her with some of those acts, but she didn't think she was this cruel to her own son.
After a few seconds, Alexander was lying flat on the ground, breathing heavily, sweating slightly, and with his eyes closed, "That was just a little side effect," Lady Gisela said, Elektra wasn't sure whether or not to believe this was intentional or not. Not that it mattered, she didn't have much of a choice anyway.
Elektra picked him up, putting his head on her shoulder as Lady Gisela grinned like a cat that had just gotten its mouse, "Now get your rest little one, your legacy awaits for all Elvin kind" She said, combing her fingers through his hair. Pulling away from her, Lady Gisela walked towards Ashlynn, staring down the small child, ice-blue eyes meeting a pair of brown eyes with small silver flecks in them, "Brown...interesting. You my dear will help turn the tide against the council. They won't know what hit them when it's your turn to shine."
Lady Gisela turned toward the door, walking up to it and pausing with her hand on the doorknob. Turning back toward Elektra, "Prepare them for their future, and don't let me down, Eliza or I will personally make sure you will have a fate worse than death." She said, her eyes held no warmth for the friend she had during their years at Foxfire, making sure to use her new human name.
"When have I ever?" Elektra stated back, giving Lady Gisela her own cold stare, challenging her. Lady Gisela had that same cat-like smile she wore earlier, "You haven't...yet." She said and then opened the door, letting the wind knock out the flames that lit the room leaving them all in darkness and causing Ashlynn to cry out.
As soon as Lady Gisela's shadow disappeared Elektra pushed the door shut with her back and locked it. Her heart pounded in her ears as the events of the day caught up with her, tears streamed down her face, and fell onto Alexander's sleeping form. The pain of her broken heart could hardly be felt by the cry of anguish that Elektra let out.
Of the loss of her home, her husband, and even some of the other members of the Neverseen who were killed in the cliffside operation that she considered her family. There was only one group to blame. The Black Swan. They murdered him, she knew the traitor who sold out their hideout. The pretty young conjurer who was close to the hot-headed pyrokinetic. Luckily she was 'accidentally' killed by that same pyrokinetic. Elektra always thought that he was a liability anyway.
But it was too late, the damage had been done. The Black Swan supposedly got the locations of their hideouts. Elektra and Lennox were hopping from one place to the next after that. The last one claimed his life. She shook and let out a sob as Ashlynn's cries rang out.
Remembering Lady Gisela's threat Elektra quickly set Alexander down on the light blue loveseat couch that also had his new human clothes.
Walking over to Ashlynn, she picked her up, and sat down on the couch next to Alexander, making his head fall onto her lap, staring into the darkness of the room, the only noise was the whimpering coming from Ashlynn and Elektra's breathing in an attempt to calm herself down.
Closing her eyes, Elektra remembered a song her mother used to sing her, she had taken it from the Forbidden Cities as music wasn't very prominent in the Elvin culture. It was back when Elektra's mother when she was apart of the nobility, after she decided to marry Elektra's father, who was a bad match for her and he was talentless, she was stripped of that title.
Once she calmed down enough, Elektra rocked back and forth, letting the howling wind rattled the window shutters as she began.
"Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly
Lavender's green When I am king, dilly, dilly You shall be queen Who told you so, dilly, dilly Who told you so? 'Twas mine own heart, dilly, dilly That told me so
Call up your men, dilly, dilly Set them to work Some to the plough, dilly, dilly Some to the fork Some to make hay, dilly, dilly Some to reap corn While you and I, dilly, dilly Keep ourselves warm
Roses are red, dilly, dilly Voilets are blue Because you love me, dilly, dilly I will love you Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly And the lambs play We shall be safe, dilly, dilly
Out of harm's way."
With Ashlynn now sleeping, Elektra wondered if she made the right choices in her life. Looking down at the young girl sleeping in her arms, she realized that she wouldn't change anything.
For the day that had killed Elektra's life, Eliza's life began.
Stellarlune began.
The Black Swan will pay for what they've done.
The Lost Cities will never be the same again.
And that's a wrap! Whew, that was a lot of work. A lot of tears and sleepless nights went into this lol.
Tell me what you think :-). Feedback or just questions are welcome.
Preface
Prologue - You are here
Chapter One - Trespassing with Permission
Chapter Two - Mr. Moose
Chapter Three - A Stranger in a New Land
Chapter Four - Girl Meets Elf
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