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smalife1234 · 1 month ago

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What made me smile this week?

Monday, 10/7/24 - we've officially made it a week into October let's hope nothing else goes wrong today we go back to school, in the first period we did an assignment where we had to look at our patients and write a whole document about them in a google document thankfully I got that done, then in the second period we worked on a worksheet/review and then we got a handout of an ionic bond worksheet we weren't supposed to work on it til Tuesday, then in the third period we had a substitute and we had a forensic case study where we had a physical package of evidence revolving around 20+ pieces of paper and evidence so it was a lot! We didn't even get anywhere with our crime scene even though we were working the whole time and the whole day, during that process I got called down to Mrs. Roberts and it was weird since I had done nothing bad but I walked in there and my friend Nichole was in there meaning she had called me down and I was the witness witnessing jasper hit Nichole so I had to write down all that I saw and then give her my name and the date so hopefully that will help Nichole stop getting hit by jasper, then in the fourth period, we worked on a few worksheets and heard that we were going to watch a movie! We had a worksheet along with it, but that's ok! We watched a bit of the movie where black and white football players had to be in a dorm room, and let's just say a lot broke out! Then at home, I enjoyed a yummy bowl of ramen, and Luz got a new outfit, woohoo! But we enjoyed our finally chill day and it made me smile!

Tuesday, 10/8/24 - today I woke up around 6:00 Am which is very early and we got to chill in the morning and just causally do songs and workouts like we normally do then in the first period we worked on a presentation that we had on our patents and what their condition was and what our plan of care I think I did pretty well in the aspect of my presentation point but only time will tell! Then I worked on YouTube descriptions! And I had finally gotten all the descriptions for all the videos that I've created DONE!!! I am so happy that I don't have to worry about that anymore. But Willam and Donny still need to work on theirs, lol! Then in the second period, we worked on the Ionic bond worksheet matching puzzle worksheet, and I got it done, but it was so difficult. I actually got it done that class period, and that day, I just submitted the pictures to her late, lol! Then I worked on getting my weekly smiles document for the community to be erased and reset, so it will be all ready for you all on the 13th :)! Before the third period, during lunch, I bought our homecoming tickets that are happening on October 19th!! I'm very excited, and I also have a doctor's appointment on October 14th. Then, in the third period, we worked on that forensic packet again, and we got further than ever and actually solved the crime scene. Then we had to write a final paper on the crime scene and how we figured it out. Thankfully, I had got that done! Just in the nick of time! Then we continued to the fourth period, where we continued watching the movie, and by 3:25, we had gotten done with the paper and the movie! There was one character named Gerry, but his name is pronounced Jerry; he got into a car accident in the movie, and it really explained Luz's story! It was very cool and eye-opening, not the fact that he got injured, but Luz to finally relate to someone! I won't spoil any more for those who haven't watched it. It is a really good movie! And then, when we got home, we got to chill until we made our first batch of Kooliad all by ourselves! And hopefully, the Kooliad turned out good, lol! It was funny while making the Goliad, and then an hour and a half later, we were done with the dishes, and it only took barely 20 or 30 minutes. It was a very quick load! Then we chilled for the rest of the night and stayed up late like till 11! We had a fun day today and were enjoying the luck that we have had these past few days! Today made me smile!

Wednesday, 10/9/24 - today was very busy. In the first period, I worked on a lot of muscles! Since we have a mannequin check tomorrow and will be graded I had to create a pectoris muscle and many more! Ll with clay, let's say I worked till 9:55, just the brink of time, and got it all done so far. If I just get a 90 I, I'll be fine about it because I worked hard, and I'm happy with all the progress I have made! Then for the last 5 minutes, I worked on some descriptions that needed to be done (just two recent videos, not the descriptions I finished on Tuesday!) then in the second period we got a simple worksheet of 42 different ionic compounds and had to name them all I have gotten 20 done by 10:40 Am and we need to turn this in by the end of class today so I need to work on it! After a few 30 minutes lo, I finally got done with the sheet at 11:10. For lunch, I had a yummy salad! And then I chilled for a bit, and then in third, we did a bell ringer all about the activity that we have been doing for the past few days! But someone was just caught with a phone, and Ms. Bressler looked at her very sternly. It scared me for a bit, so that's why Matthew immediately put my phone in my bag, lol. I ain't risking it! (and yes, half of this is being written from my laptop, so if there are any grammatical errors, I apologize!) we are now doing a web quest on crime scene photography! And we're listening to good music! And it is a good song to listen to! What I find funny is that a girl is just vibing to the music and I don’t blame her lol im secretly vibing in my head and my tiny thumb movement. Shortly at 1:20 P.m., I started working on notes, and around 1:40, I got done with those notes! In the fourth period, we worked on an empathy quiz and got a 71! Which I don't believe is a bad empathy score, then we read an article and worked on some papers :) At home, we chilled, and just ate our snacks, and we got a new case of beer! For my wife, obviously, lol, but she enjoyed it, and today was a good day, and it made me smile!

Thursday, 10/10/24 - today I woke up around 5:55 Am even though I went to bed around 11:40 P.m. last night so it was shocking that I woke up that early I got dressed, and Donny and Willam were so tired they slept till 6:20 which is fine but I just played on subway surfers and listened to music then we did a workout then we headed out to the bus stop in which I saw a very gorges sunset! (not pictured) sadly, I never had my camera out, so I decided to admire it instead! Then I installed piano tiles and Donny and Emmie had a blast playing we kept laughing as Donny said oh wait there, there's a middle tile and he immediately bashed his head into the phone it made us all die in laughter and we had a good bus ride as of currently I,m sitting in the first period and we haven't got started on any assignments yet! Shortly after we got started on assignment 1.2.6, Restoring ROM, I worked on it for a few, then played piano tiles and eventually kept getting high scores, and I got free VIP for a day! Yay, that made me smile. Then, in the second period, Mrs. Maunye made a surprise visit with her baby! He was so adorable! And it made me smile so much. Then we did a worksheet and a web quest! Mrs Mauney said that she said she missed us and was proud of us! It made me smile. Then, in the third, we reviewed our notes, and then we did a photography activity where there were 15 pieces of evidence. We had to get 3 different angles and zoom-ins of the different pictures, and we had to put them all in a document. There were over 100 photos of poor connors iPhone! Then we attempted to get them off the computer, which took at least 40 whole minutes, and we didn't get a single picture out.

Friday, 10/11/24 - today is Friday, yay! Meaning there's only one day of college left until the weekends! Today I woke up around 5:30 AM again and William and Donny told me it was way too early so I just fell back asleep around 6:10 AM we woke up and Willam and Donny got dressed first then I got dressed around 7:00 AM because mom was taking a bath and then we done a few workouts and headed on the bus we played some magic tiles I was working on a post that I should be posting Sunday or even today! So get ready! For those on YouTube, you get them a day later and fewer photos. Then, in the first period, I worked on the ROM assignment and got it done! Hooray, I might submit that in a bit, but I can't wait for the weeknds, lol! We'll see how well I do in the second, considering the webquest! But during the second, we got another handout, and I am thankful that I got it finished in the nick of time! Then I had a yummy salad during lunch and then in third, we did another assignments tracker log meaning it just charts our progress and we had to chart over 20 assignments, and then we are now doing a simplified version of the entire picture webquest thing that we did we only get 3 pieces of evidence total which is way easier than what it was in the beginning! So, hopefully, that goes well…Sadly, Connor is not here. I have to do it all myself, but thankfully, it's the shorter version!

Saturday, 10/12/24 - today, I woke up very late, around 8:00 Am! But we got on Subway Surfers and chilled, then we did some dishes, not some. It was a pretty large load! But we got them done in good time! Then we helped Mom outside with her large time travel space machine thing. We talked for a few, and it made us laugh! Then we continued to watch Instagram reels all day! Lol, but we had a good day today. It was just so boring and lazy, lol, that I can't write a bigger entry than this!

Sunday, 10/13/24 - today, I woke up around 5:00 Am, and I've been up since my morning was ok. I had a pretty good night's sleep. It was just my morning was off, but I'm fine as of right now at 5:56 a.m. We then played and hung out on Subway Surfers for most of the day. Our friends were saying so many funny things, and we were dying laughing 😂! We had a blast, and just as I thought, I have an Eye Dr appointment! So I'll have to get my eyes checked! It was so much fun, but today was a good, nice day. It was super chill, and big Donny got a jackpot from mystery boxes, which he hadn't gotten in 5 months! And it's Willam's 8-month anniversary! Congratulations, Willam, you are doing very well!

What made you smile this week?

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Img desc #2: Emmie is seen at a restaurant while smiling while wearing a green long-sleeved shirt and beige colored pants she has a silver chain around her neck.

Img desc #3: shows Emmie smiling with a group of people. She is wearing a white long-sleeved patterned shirt and a grey jacket over top of her buttoned-up shirt. She is smiling brightly at the camera.

Img desc #4: a very blurry picture of Emmie is shown. She is seen smiling near a black service dog. She is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and beige-colored shorts. She is wearing white shoes while smiling brightly at the camera.

Img desc #5: a picture of Doc is shown as she's smiling on a lack dock while wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and beige-colored shorts paired with white shoes. She is seen in her electric wheelchair while smiling away from the camera.

Img desc #6: Emmie and Doc are shown in a restaurant while Doc is seen smiling on the left of the image doc is seen in a black long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans her atrophied arms and hands are resting on her lap as she gives the camera a large smile, Emmie seen right of the image is seen smiling while slightly leaning towards doc and towards the camera Emmie is wearing a semi grey long sleeve shirt paired with a silver chain she is seen smiling brightly towards the camera.

Img desc #7: doc is seen in a concert. She is looking towards the bright lights in the photos; the angle is backside as she's turned towards the front in her wheelchair. She is wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. Her atrophied arms are resting on the joystick of her electric wheelchair.

Img Desc #8: Emmie is seen in the same concert doing an elaborate surprised face! Her arms are raised above her head! She is seen looking shocked while wearing a grey long-sleeved shirt and grey chain.

Img desc #9: doc is seen on a river dock her head is suffering whiplash as she drives around doc is wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and beige colored shorts along with white shoes is making a surprised face Emmie seen in the back is seen with a pair of Blue swim trunks and a sleeveless beige colored shirt.

Img desc #10: doc and Emmie are seen in a group photo Emmie seen left of the image is seen smiling while wearing a grey long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans paired with a silver chain she is smiling brightly towards the camera, doc seen on the right of the image is seen looking shocked while wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and blue colored jeans.

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eienoah · 6 months ago

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May 16 - Hiking Mt. Takao

Day 11, mountain hiking day. Woohoo, yeahhhhh, nature. It rained again. The ride to the mountain was around a buck fifty away and I think everyone was kind of feeling the train ride. The stops just never seemed to end. I don’t usually have a problem zoning out and letting the train ride happen while I am here but today at a certain point I really thought to myself, “damn this is long.” Even when just arriving me and Rich took an hour train ride from the airport and that wasn’t even that bad. There was just something about today that made it seem super long. Now that I know how this is, I am kind of nervous about how long the ride to Kyoto will be. Anyways on to the meat and potatoes. We started with a silly little ride up a lift towards a third of the way to the top of the mountain I want to say. I’m really not all too sure but it felt like a good 200 meters up. We took a quick little stroll over to a town, I think???? There were cars on the road and ambulance motorcycles so I really don’t know. The store I went to was out of meat buns which was a total bummer but I did get some little keychains to share with my girlfriend. I really am loving the conversion from dollars so much. I didn’t even realize how little I have actually spent yet. We did some more climbing up the stairs before another little break. It felt like we were climbing for 30 minutes but it had actually been around an hour and a half I think and then we reached the top. The fog was so thick it looked like the forest in front of me was being drawn on a piece of paper. From there we started heading back down and I chose path 4 which had a drawbridge which I was really excited to see. The path was a lot more slippery than I expected but it was worth it to get the view we did. I rushed home after that to go see my girlfriend but she got stopped up at the airport. I’m writing this before she comes so if we do fun stuff I’ll probably just vlog it instead.

Academic connection

The readings discussed a lot about the preservation of Japanese mountains in order to improve longevity. I will say from what I saw walking the paths and just observing the scenery around me, the foliage seemed all relatively similar. Picking one kind of tree in one part of the forest would mean I would almost definitely be able to see everywhere else in the forest. There was of course diversity but it was diversity in multitudes. Also there were plenty of fixtures set up to prevent disasters from happening. I observed things like wooden supports built into the side of the mountain to keep loose sediment from falling, nets on the side of ricky cliffs to keep rocks from flying out, and even drainage ditches for what I assume would be heavy rain. Although since we went to a mountain today, I could not picture anyone farming on the side of one of those things. It was yet again kind of hard to connect today’s reading with the physical aspect just because the activity only slightly touched upon what the material covered. I will try my best for Kyoto to get better connections but it’s just a little hard right now.

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pockydays · 4 years ago

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unravel me

⤷ characters: tsukishima x gn!reader

⤷ synopsis: in which you notice tsukishima struggling to peel the tape off his fingers during study hall. what you didn’t notice, however, was how much he had the ability to find his way into every aspect of your life, until it was too late.

⤷ word count: 6.3k (longest fic to date woohoo!)

⤷ contains: fluff, slight angst, acquaintances to friends to lovers (?), mild language, my (insanely) wordy writing

⤷ a/n: i’m not even lying this took me weeks to write and it’s my baby :] most of the dialogue in this is probably hot shit but if you enjoyed please leave a like/reblog :3: mwah mwah ily all thank you for being patient with my slow ass <3 and thank you to my dear friend abby for beta reading the first chunk of this story, if you read this ily <3

You've always considered yourself as someone who wasn't especially generous. But you weren’t incredibly selfish, either. You were in some sort of grey area, too indifferent to care about what society says about people who aren't willing to go so far as to sell their souls to the devil for the common good. But you weren't heartless, either. You cared, usually out of mutual convenience. Isn't that what everyone does? Ninety-nine percent of the time, helping others (undeniably) involves genuinely good intentions, but they coexist with selfish motives as well. Then what about that one percent?

That one percent, in fact, came to you in the most inconspicuous of times: during mid-day study hall.

You found yourself going through the motions of your everyday routine: walking into the classroom, saying hi to your friend in the third row, putting your bag on the desk, pulling out your chair, sitting down, taking out your notebook and pencils, and waiting for approximately thirty-nine seconds until a (supposedly attractive, or at least according to whispers among your female classmates, which was bold of them to assume that he even liked girls in that way — you weren’t one to burst their bubbles) tall blond guy with glasses walked through the door, and greet him with a nonchalant "hey" and a wave.

And after that, if he responded with a slightly snarkier tone than usual, you knew he was having an especially bad day (more likely than not, it was because of the volleyball teammates he often complained about). But as for the real reason why, your guess was as good as anybody else's. He probably had piss in his Cheerios every morning and his trousers in a twist until the end of time for all you knew.

But today was slightly different than usual. For one, a full minute had already passed after you took out your pencils and yesterday’s chemistry notes, and there was still no sign of him. For some unknown reason, you couldn't stop the worry gnawing its way into your conscience. You rested your chin in one hand and drummed your fingers on the desk with the other, trying not to think about your classmate with a sharp tongue and a glare that could kill. Of course, trying to not think about something is a form of thinking about it, so that didn’t exactly work out.

The bell suddenly rang, jolting you out of your thoughts as well as your seat. Tsukishima Kei was now officially late, according to the school rules. Thankfully, your study hall advisor was lenient and understanding enough to not mark anybody late if they arrived within a reasonable time as to not tarnish their transcript, but you knew Tsukishima well enough to know that he wouldn’t care about a single unsavory comment that would only have the slightest potential to alarm admissions officers in those money-hungry institutions.

That was one thing you admired about your classmate. His ability to judge what things to put his effort into and selectively choose what he could get away with doing half-assed was unparalleled. As far as you could tell, volleyball was something he didn’t deem as worthy to put his all into. You weren’t usually wrong in such judgements about people, but then again, you’d only been right, let’s say, a total of three out of three times. You weren’t sure if it was considered a really good or really bad track record, so you’d always kept those sort of assumptions to yourself.

“Not going to say hi to me today? That’s awfully rude of you,” a voice said, out of the blue. You tense, wondering who had the audacity to call you rude.

“What?” you asked incredulously before you could realize where the voice came from. “Oh, it’s you,” you said, recognizing his inhumanly tall frame and the pair of white headphones around his neck. I should’ve guessed; of course only he’s brash enough to say something like that.

You rested your chin in your hands again, the tension in your body visibly dissipating. You were glad that it was just Tsukishima and not some other person, because they would be a pain in the ass to deal with. Plus, he was just about the only person you allowed to speak without a filter; one, because it’s fun verbally sparring with him, and two, it makes his stunned silence after you counter with an especially witty phrase all the more satisfying.

This time, though, he sat down at the desk to your left without a word. Usually, he would never pass up the chance to have another round of firing tasteful insults at you. Today was indeed slightly different than usual.

As he clicked the top of his mechanical pencil, you couldn’t help but notice a flash of white one his hands out of the corner of your eye. Did he always have that on his hands or was I just horribly unobservant before?

Leaning over to his seat at a dangerous angle, you asked, “Hey, what’s up with your fingers? You have leprosy or something?” in hopes of lightening his supposedly gloomy mood.

“Shut up,” he muttered irritably. “If I had leprosy, my fingers would’ve fallen off by now and I would’ve put one in your lunch as a keepsake,” he added. Shifting away from you in his chair, he tried as much as possible to make his (in your opinion, unconventionally lanky) body as far away as possible from your general vicinity.

“Okay, okay, geez! At least tell me, because now I’m curious and it’s all your fault.”

“If I tell you, will you stop bothering me?” he asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Maaybee...?” you replied slowly, trying to find an answer when a simple “yes” or “no” didn’t suffice.

“If you’re not going to stop bothering me, then I don’t have a reason to tell you, so no,” he frowned, crossing his arms self-righteously.

“Alright then, keep your secrets, mister. I don’t care whether you tell me or not.” Which wasn’t completely the truth, since some tiny part of your conscience thought that wrestling the answer from him was for the better. “But just know that I’ll continue to be my annoying self, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that, you turned your attention back to your chemistry notes.

A few silent minutes passed before you leaned back over to his desk on the left.

“Hey mister, do you have some pencil lead? I think I ran out,” you whispered to Tsukishima.

He heaved what you thought was the biggest sigh in the universe before responding, “Point-five or point-seven?”

“Tsukishima, you wound me! I thought you knew that I write exclusively in point-five!” you exclaimed with a hand over your chest, feigning offense.

He rolled his eyes, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him count out three pieces of lead. Three, that’s generous, you think to yourself as you suppress a small smile.

“Thanks, mister,” you whispered as you plucked the delicate sticks of graphite from his fingers. Taking a quick glance at his hands, you noticed that his fingers were wrapped in some sort of adhesive tape. Before Tsukishima could catch you looking for too long and make some snarky remark about how absolutely positively beautiful his hands were for you to be staring, you abruptly turn back to your notes and refill your (actually already lead-filled) pencil. If he wouldn’t answer your question, it wouldn’t hurt to take things into your own hands and figure it out for yourself, right?

You looked back to the notebook in front of you, but with your curiousity still unsatiated, you couldn’t help the thoughts bouncing off the walls of your mind, competing for your undivided attention.

Ask him about it! a voice yelled.

Mind your own business, you creepy fuck! another (particularly foul-mouthed) one screamed.

At this point, you’d probably read the first line of your notebook about thirty times without comprehending a single thing, so you decided to give up and resort to banging your head lightly on your desk.

Apparently, 'lightly’ was an understatement, because a voice on your left hissed, “What’s your problem?!”

Oops.

“Nothing,” you replied softly with your head still on the desk.

Tsukishima sighed in exasperation. “Well, now I’m curious and it’s all your fault,” he scoffed, using your own words from earlier.

Now it was your turn to sigh. Stubborn person number one meets equally stubborn person number two: one of life’s most aggravating experiences.

“C’mon, let me see your hands,” you demanded, your own hand outstretched. You’ll say ‘no’ no matter what I ask.

“No.” Tsukishima pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and turned away.

Point proven.

You had always considered yourself to be somewhat generous when circumstances permitted, yes. But being yourself around others was something you considered yourself to be quite good at, as well.

Sometimes you imagined what it would be like if people’s hearts had metaphorical layers of thread surrounding them, winding, twisting, wrapping, and sometimes tangling around and around the ugliest, scariest, or most precious parts of themselves. The people you met would either unravel a bit of your heart, even if just a little bit, or they would cause you to wind the threads of your heartstrings even more tightly.

You had strings that were (sometimes laughably) effortless to unwind, but once someone got to the last layer of thread, they refused to unravel any further. In other words, you weren’t afraid to be ninety-nine percent yourself around everybody. But that one percent? You’d keep it safely tucked away behind the impenetrable fortress of that last previous layer of thread — for both the good of yourself and everyone else.

Sometimes, you also wondered what the threads wrapping around Tsukishima’s heart was like. Not because you particularly had more of an interest in him than your other classmates, but because he was a sort of enigma to you. You had countless questions: How hard is it to unravel those threads? and What lies beyond those tightly wound strings? and What did he have to hide that is so unsightly? et cetera, et cetera. He was a puzzle you wanted to piece together, although you weren’t sure what the finished product would look like, or if there even was a finished product.

You had a lot more questions about Tsukishima than you did answers.

You must’ve been deep in thought for a while, because it took an utterance of some rather coarse language to bring you back to reality.

“Fuck,” Tsukishima muttered, fiddling with the tape covering his fingers. It was evident, after about ten seconds of observing him, that he was getting nowhere. At this point, you were presented with two choices: to help him or to leave him to wallow in his own frustration and suffer. Admittedly, the latter option seemed rather entertaining, but for some unknown reason, you opted for the former.

“Here, let me help,” you said, hand extending in front of you as an offer. “You obviously aren’t getting anywhere, so let me put you out of your misery.”

“You better get it all off then,” he grumbled, outstretching his arm, letting it limply dangle in front of your face. Huh, I didn’t expect him to actually agree so easily.

You gently took his hand, and starting with his pinky finger, you worked your nails under the end of the tape. As the tape unraveled further, you couldn’t help but notice how elegant his hands were. They were long and slender in ways that yours weren’t — the magnum opus of all things relating to hands. If God played favorites, he certainly did when it came to Tsukishima’s hands. Geez, knock it off, you cringed inwardly. You’re literally worshipping his hands at this point.

“So, uh, why are your fingers covered in tape?” You hoped to break the awkward silence between the two of you, and asking him questions that he probably wouldn’t answer (especially to plebeians like you) seemed like the last resort.

“Volleyball practice,” he responded simply.

Oh. I didn’t expect an actual response.

“This morning? You guys sometimes have practice early in the day, right?”

“Last evening,” he corrected.

“You had these on your hands for that long?! I see you’re finally getting serious about volleyball, my dude, but you have to be able to ask other people for help." People other than me, but if I’m your last resort, then I’d be happily obliged to help.

Tsukishima scowled, which, thankfully, you missed, busy undoing the tape around his fingers. At least you didn’t criticize him for being hypocritical regarding his attitude about volleyball, which was relieving.

There was a substantial (and slightly awkward) pause as you peeled the white adhesive strip of cloth off of his fingers, working slowly enough so that it wouldn’t hurt, or so you hoped.

“There we go!” you exclaimed proudly as the last of the tape fell away from his fingers. He wiggled them experimentally, not unlike a newly hatched butterfly would flap its fresh new pair of wings.

“Thanks,” he responded curtly.

As if on cue, the bell rang, marking the end of study hall. It was time for chemistry class.

Over the course of your next class, your mind with occupied with thoughts that weren’t even remotely related to chemistry. You almost had a close call with the teacher when he called on you to answer a question, but thankfully, your friend sitting next to you whispered the answer in your ear — though not before giving you a quizzical look. You were too embarrassed to say that you were actually thinking about why the hell you actually agreed to help the guy sitting the next seat over whom you should have absolutely nothing to do with.

I did not just touch his hands no no no — I did not just hold hands with Tsukishima Kei — It wasn’t really of my own volition and he looked like he really needed help and I was feeling generous and it conveniently benefited the both of us, right? He got to finally be free from his misery and I— I got to touch his hands—

Your thoughts spiraled out of control as you buried your face in your hands, and perhaps some of the threads around your heart unraveled themselves that day.

Thus, after that day, your everyday routine changed in more ways than one. You would into the classroom, say hi to your friend in the third row, put your bag on the desk, pull out your chair, sit down, take out your notebook and pencils, and wait for approximately thirty-nine seconds until a tall blond guy with glasses walked through the door, and greet him with a nonchalant "hey" and a wave. If he still had tape around his fingers (which was quite often), you’d ask him if he needed help; he’d say yes, and you would spend the next however many minutes undoing the adhesive strips of cloth.

Today was no different. You carefully eased the tape away from Tsukishima’s fingers. When you got to the base of his ring finger, he hissed in pain. The skin there was red and raw as if it had been recently injured. Not as if, it had been.

“Sorry,” you whispered, wincing as if you were the one in pain. “How’d you get hurt?” This time, you were genuinely concerned for him, which was rare for anyone, especially him.

“The one time I put some more effort into volleyball as if it were actually worth something, it comes back to bite me,” he muttered, gritting his teeth.

You looked up from his hand.

“What?”

“I said, somehow I always give the things that I swear off from my life a second chance, it never, ever, works out,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you can’t get better out of sheer will? You’re bound to slip and fall on your butt at least a few times. Or a lot,” you responded.

“Nobody told me that falling would hurt this much, though,” he replied. He looked off to the side, too embarrassed to meet your gaze.

“It’ll get better, trust me. You just have to get back off your ass and stand up.”

You left the conversation at that and continued undoing the tape on his other hand.

I want to kiss his hands like I’m greeting the crown prince of a foreign kingdom, you thought, lips twitching, fighting back a small smile.

Oh my God, stop it! you mentally slapped yourself. You had to restrain yourself from actually slapping yourself in the face. Meanwhile, the uniform you wore began to feel a bit too warm — it was quite convenient that Tsukishima couldn’t see your face at that moment.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Tsukishima's thoughts weren’t nearly as calm as his cool and collected exterior.

After all, what was he supposed to do when he could feel your breath fanning on his hands (could he tell you were desperately trying to keep them steady?) and your meticulous fingers on his?

I must be going crazy, he thought.

He imagines holding your hand, and not because of that dumb finger tape-

He shook his head, as if to dislodge the idea from his memory. No, I’m definitely going crazy.

“So, do you like him or something?” your best friend asked out of the blue during a sleepover, the both of you laying in the darkness on your sleeping bags.

“Who?” you asked, though you had an idea of who she was referring to.

“Tsukishima. That guy who sits to your left during study hall.”

“No, why would I like him? I mean, how can you even tell if you like someone or not. It’s not like there’s a radar that detects crushes and blasts ‘OH MY GOD YOU’RE HOPELESSLY IN LOVE’ on speaker,“ you replied dryly.

“Do you feel different around him?” she asked.

“As in the cliché symptoms of love that you read in romance novels? Like you feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest and you have to clutch your shirt like it’s gonna pop out onto the floor if you don’t? If that’s what you’re asking, then no.”

“I mean that could be a sign, but you don’t have to feel like that to like someone. I mean in the way that you’re willing to show them who you really are, including all the ugly parts of yourself that you wouldn’t show to other people.”

Of course not! you thought to yourself. There’s no way I would fall in love with someone that I argue with for fun, right?

“Why do you always complain about those tryhards on your volleyball team? You can always quit, you know,” you asked after Tsukishima was in a particularly bad mood about something, presumably about volleyball (as it usually was). As per your daily schedule, you were unraveling his finger tape during study hall once again.

“Don’t they know that the more effort they put into something, the more it’ll hurt when they find out everything they believe in is a lie?” he asked.

You paused. Oh, it was an a genuine question, you realized. And he wants a genuine answer.

“Such as?” you asked, your mouth acting quicker than your mind. I probably shouldn’t have pried deeper into something that’s obviously his business.

He went ahead and responded anyway, but not before taking a deep breath.

“When I was little,” he began, “I looked up to my older brother a lot. I really respected him, you know? He was my idol; he was perfect and infallible in every way. He played volleyball in junior high, so it was only natural that I played the same sport he did. And he continued playing throughout high school, or so I thought.”

“Or so you thought?” you repeated.

“He lied to me.” With those four words, you heard years and years of resentment and bitterness through his shaking voice, barely above a whisper.

“To be honest, I should’ve expected it,” he continued, laughing humorlessly at himself. “I was too enamored to realize that when he was trying to stop me from watching his games, he was also trying to stop me from finding out that he was a liar. He wasn’t even a starting player. Instead he was on the bench, cheering for the team he was supposedly on.”

As those words left his mouth, you realized how little you understood Tsukishima. No, it was honestly ridiculous how you could consider yourself his friend when all you did was unwind strips of tape from his fingers for a mere few minutes every day.

Despite that, you held his hands a little tighter.

“If you don’t mind, I had a similar experience in junior high as well. This girl that I was really close friends with apparently had a huge circle of friends outside of school, and she would tell me and my other friends about all the rich guy friends she had and how well they treated her and shit. But I found out years later that they were probably all made up so that she could have something to tell us. So that she could keep us in her friend group. I realized they were fake.”

You let go of his hands, your arms limp at the memory.

“And how are you two right now?” Tsukishima asked. “Your relationship, I mean.”

“Surprisingly, we’re still on good terms,” you said. “She still doesn’t know I found out. But despite her pretending to be someone else in front of us for all those years, I still don’t think she’s a bad person. I’m actually kinda glad she got the attention she wanted. But man, the past still hurts like a bitch,” you chuckled in an attempt to forget.

“I see,” he replied. With that, you picked up his hand once again, continuing to undo the tape around the rest of his fingers.

That day, both you and the once unyielding, stone-faced Tsukishima left the classroom knowing just a bit more about each other.

You didn’t know that day that Tsukishima had his first real conversation with his brother after ‘the incident’.

He didn’t know you gave that friend from junior high a call for the first time in two years.

And the threads around your hearts unwound themselves just a bit more.

“No, I don’t,” you finally responded after a long pause. “I don’t like him in that way. He’s just someone I can rant to about the shit that happened in junior high—”

“Say that again, but slower,” your friend interrupted.

“He’s someone that I can rant to about all the... stuff that happened in the past,” you repeated. Did she not hear me the first time?

“Exactly, that’s my point,” she responded. “You never talk about those things with anybody, and even when I bring it up, you just brush over it.”

The weight of what your friend was implying took far too long for your brain to register, but when it did—

“Oh shit, I think I might actually like Tsukishima.”

It was in the classroom of your mid-day study hall where Tsukishima Kei stole your heart bit by bit through the conversations you had with him while unraveling his finger tape; it was where you opened your heart and he opened his.

“You and Tsukishima aren’t a thing, right?” a voice asked you out of the blue in the hallway after the dismissal bell rang.

“What?” you asked, turning your head to see who it was. You recognized her, although you struggled to put a name to her face. “You sit in the back of our study hall classroom, right? And to answer your question, no, we are not a thing.”

Such questions were becoming all the more frequent these days, and you had the same two-letter answer to all of them (although you secretly hoped you could answer yes, but how Tsukishima felt about you was a whole different story).

“Yeah, I do. But are you sure you two aren’t dating? Like you could just be going out with him and not know it,” she answered.

You held back a snort that almost escaped your lips.

“No, I’m sure we aren’t,” you said with a sigh, trying to keep your tone remotely cordial. “Besides, I’m not sure if he even considers me as a friend.”

“Oh, I’m sure he considers you as more than that,” she replied with a tone you couldn’t quite decipher. “Trust me.”

You barely knew her, so you couldn’t say how credible her statement was (though you desperately wanted it to be true). You glanced at the clock, itching to end the conversation.

“Alright, then. I’ll take your word for it. I have to get home now though, seeya.”

“Seeya around then,” she replied with a wave. Why does that sound strangely ominous?

“Bye,” you answered, too mentally drained from the conversations that began with the same question: ”Oh my God are you dating Tsukishima?” (Answer: no, no you weren’t). Nonetheless, you couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in your head that you haven’t seen the last of her just yet.

She appeared the very next day, in the same spot at the hallway after school ended. That’s... strange.

You decided to ignore how off-putting it was. Maybe it was her wide smile — so much so that you could see her dimples and her blinding white teeth. Or maybe it was the way she spoke, like she was trying to get something from you. Whatever it was, you didn’t have what she wanted.

“If you’re asking whether Tsukishima and I became a thing within the past twenty-four hours, then no,” you said in exasperation. She was now walking by your side with an odd spring in her step, a bit too close for comfort despite the empty hallway.

“No, that wasn’t my question,” she said with a chuckle. “You keep denying that Tsukishima doesn’t like you, but I think he does.”

You had to scoff at that.

“In what way?”

“In that way,” she responded with a knowing glance. “You’re already in the talking stage with him! He never talks to anyone other than that one friend he has, so I’d say you’re off to a good start.”

“And that totally means that he’s in love with me.”

“Please, don’t lie to yourself. You’ve gotten farther than anybody has, even if they tried for their entire life. How did you do it?”

But I didn’t do anything, you thought.

“I just talked to him about stuff,” you replied slowly. The look she gave you said go on, so you did.

“I just talked to him about myself and deep stuff and shi— and such. I really didn’t do much, so I’m probably not the best person to ask. Why don’t you try and ask his friend Yamaguchi?”

“No, I think I’m good,” she said with an unreadable tone. “Well I gotta go, so see you tomorrow!”

“....Bye,” you replied halfheartedly. You tried to shake the unsettling feeling from your chest, but you couldn’t help thinking, What if he does like me back?

The volleyball made a resounding smack against the court behind the middle blocker instead of his hands. Tsukishima clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. Another ball that I couldn’t block?

“Hey, use your smartass head for once and pay attention!” Kageyama yelled across the court.

Tsukishima ignored his taunts.

“Oh, the smart mouth finally doesn’t have any words left to say? Finally some peace and quiet,” Kageyama muttered.

Practice continued for far too long, but the whistle finally blew, signaling everyone that it was time to go home. Finally, Tsukishima thought. I don’t have to listen to the King spew nonsense anymore.

He and Yamaguchi gathered their belongings and made their way out of the gym.

“Something’s on your mind,” Yamaguchi commented as they walked back home side by side.

“No there isn’t,” Tsukishima replied a bit too quickly to sound convincing.

“Right.”

A long silence ensued, the two of them kicking pebbles on the road and twiddling their thumbs in the cool night air. The buzz of the electric street lamps felt much too loud, feeding off the tension in the air.

“How can you tell that you like someone?” Tsukishima was the first to break the silence, but it was the question, not the fact that he was the one that spoke first, that was more jarring.

“So I was right,” Yamaguchi responded after a slight pause. He fought back a small smile and added, “I thought something bad happened that I didn’t know about, but it turns out that you’re just in love.”

The taller one of the two sighed.

“I’m asking you to tell me if I... like someone in that way, not for you to tell me that I am, Tadashi.”

“I can’t make a judgement if you don’t tell me anything. Tell me.” Yamaguchi lightly punched his friends arm.

“There’s this... classmate of mine. They asked if I needed help peeling off my finger tape during study hall and I said yes.”

“I figured as such.”

“What?”

“You always come into first period with your fingers still wrapped but it’s gone by the time practice starts. I always wondered why but I never got around to asking you. But I’m even more surprised at the fact that you actually agreed.”

“Yeah, I surprise even myself sometimes,” Tsukishima deadpanned. “Especially the fact that it would become something that they would ask pretty much every day, and I would say yes every time. I just don’t know whether I have feelings for them in that way or not.”

“Well, do you look forward to talking to them everyday?” Yamaguchi asked.

Yes.

“Do you want them to know you for who you really are instead of what people think you are?”

Yes.

“Does your mind wander to them all the time?”

Yes.

“If you flipped a coin to decide whether you do like them or not, would your gut tell you the answer before you looked at whether it landed on head or tails?”

Yes, Tsukishima answered silently, knowing he’d finally have to accept the truth: he was in love and there was nothing he could do about it.

One thing you didn’t know about having a crush on someone was that you suddenly realize how often they appear in your life. You knew where you’d cross paths with him in the hallway before and after school, where his locker was, and worst of all, every goddamn love song reminded you of him.

Even all the little mannerisms people had circled back to him: your friend would push her glasses up her nose the same way he did. Your mother would furrow her eyebrows like him when he was thinking about a particularly annoying math problem. Your English teacher would spin a pen between his fingers, just like him (although you had to admit that you preferred watching the latter do so; his hands were prettier).

Maybe this was just some twisted manifestation of the Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon, but your brain couldn’t recall enough content from psychology class to be sure. Either way, you were going insane.

That is, until one rather unremarkable day; there was nothing out of the ordinary. Everything came and went according to schedule — the same time spent with Tsukishima during study hall and the same boring class lectures. But as soon as the dismissal bell rang, you were surprised to find that the girl who would pester you in the hallway asking about you and Tsukishima’s relationship status (you still didn’t know her name) as if anything had changed (which it had not, of course).

Apparently, her presence had already become routine enough for you to notice her absence.

It was a welcome change, though; it wasn’t like you wanted her to be around. No, you absolutely didn’t need her nosy questions. So you just shrugged it off and made your way to the school’s exit like you normally did.

But a very familiar voice from a nearby classroom made your ears perk up — coincidentally, from your study hall classroom. You peered into the room from the doorway.

“Um, I think I like you, Tsukishima! I’ve felt this way for a long time and I just had to tell you!” The same boisterous girl who only had one topic of conversation with you (Tsukishima, of course) now had her hands coyly clasped behind her back, in all likelihood holding something meant for him.

As soon as you heard those words leave her mouth, the world around you seemingly ground to a halt — and so did you. As if your body stopped functioning for a moment, your heart stopped and your brain took much too long to process what she said.

What did it matter anyway? You didn’t take your chance and look where that got you.

You turned on your heel and half-walked half-ran outside the school.

The second thing you didn’t realize about having a crush on someone, you realized as you laid in the darkness in the middle of the night, is that it physically hurts. Someone might as well have put your heart in a jar of acid and screwed the lid shut — no matter how hard you tried, it still hurt. And hurt it did.

You felt a stray tear slide down your cheek, and you angrily punched your pillow. You didn’t even have the emotional capacity to be angry at the girl who confessed to him. It was too obvious that she liked him, from the way she would stand a bit straighter when you mentioned Tsukishima’s name to the way she seemed a bit too satisfied when you said that you weren’t dating him. Were you too much of an idiot to notice?

But most importantly, you were angry at yourself. Why were you crying over someone who you knew wouldn’t like you in the way that you liked him? Maybe you were too much of an idiot to not think things through; you’d just assumed that your feelings for him were so intense that he had to like you back. In retrospect, that was a stupid idea. But then again, in retrospect, you were the idiot all along.

It was in the classroom of your mid-day study hall where Tsukishima Kei stole your heart. It was in the same classroom where you got your heart broken for the first time.

The most annoying thing about the universe was that it was ruthlessly, unrelentingly cruel. The earth kept spinning even if your world stopped mid-orbit, too traumatized by loss to continue.

This was the brutal irony that you came to realize in the classroom where it all began and ended, supposedly. The very next morning, you had to pick your sorry self out of bed after however many hours of sleep you were able to get and go to school. And now half the school day had gone by — it was study hall time once again.

“Are you gonna help me get this off my fingers or not?” The voice that you wanted so desperately to get out of your mind after months of replaying in your head plagued you once again. Indeed, the universe was cruel.

“No,” you replied meekly with your head on the desk. “It’s been long enough for you to know how to do it yourself by now.”

“I insist.”

You hesitated. A second passed, then two.

“Fine.”

Ever since you realized your feelings for the other boy with a cold stare and an even icier glare, you couldn’t help but be hyper aware of yourself, and today was no different.

You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. Could he? (It wasn’t that obvious, was it?)

You could feel yourself getting warmer by the second. Could he tell? (You were too busy looking at his hands; so let’s hope not.)

You knew that your heart was tugging you in his direction, urging you to do something. Was his doing the same? (You scoffed at yourself — you went over this last night and came to the conclusion that no, there was no way he could ever like you back.)

But maybe you wanted to be wrong this time. Being proven wrong wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed, but you would rather take the pessimistic point of view in this circumstance so you wouldn’t get hurt. And yet you still got your heart broken.

That didn’t stop your erratic heartbeat and staggered breaths whenever your fingers brushed over his, though. While slowly unwinding the tape down his fingers, you wondered how many threads he unwound from your heart for it to hurt so much when it broke. Too many for your emotions to be left undamaged by something like this, you reckoned. Not that it was his fault, of course. It was your own for becoming so naïve and vulnerable.

But, the universe was full of irony. While you had your head down, too embarrassed and dejected to say anything else, Tsukishima was thanking whatever gods existed that you couldn’t see how flustered he was.

Turns out, even people with hearts of stone can fall prey to the symptoms of falling in love. With a million thoughts collectively running through your minds, he was the first to blurt out:

“I think I’m in love.”

You let go of his hands, the loose end of the tape still dangling. There were too many questions raised at the utterance of a single sentence: With whom? When? How? Why?

Before you could organize your thoughts and form a coherent sentence — as if he could read your mind and peer into your soul — Tsukishima answered:

“With you.”

And as soon as the last two words fell from his lips, the last of the threads surrounding your worn, beaten hearts unraveled themselves, and fell away.

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Hello there-3😈( Lucifer x reader)

Hi darlings,

Please note that this is the third and final part of the chapter Hello there. Do let me know what you think about it. Please hit the like, if you enjoyed this piece of mine..��. You can also find this on Wattpad( Megalomaniac_123, Book name: Y/N's Handsome Devil)

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Maze showed you around LUX and gave you all the monetary transaction papers of LUX. You completed your accounting work and called Lucifer to ask regarding the lunch.

" Hello Lucifer, I have completed my work...shall I head to the restaurant or will you come to LUX now and we'll go together." You asked.

" Y/N, darling. I'll be arriving at LUX within 5 minutes and we'll go together in my Corvette" Lucifer said.

" OK, Lucifer. I am really excited." You said in a cheery tone.

" Me too, darling." Lucifer replied.

Lucifer arrived at LUX and you both headed to the restaurant in his car.

" Lucifer, I think all the tables are occupied. I can see people waiting outside" You said.

" Oh, not to worry, darling. I already made a reservation for two." Lucifer smiled at you.

" Oh...thank you, Lucifer." You said and returned a smile.

"No problem, darling. Anything for you." Lucifer smiled.

Lucifer had reserved a table facing the sea-side.

" So Y/N, how was the work today?" Lucifer asked.

" It was fine, Lucifer. I enjoyed every bit of it and well, Maze helped me a lot and showed me around LUX." You said with a small smile.

" I am very glad to hear that, darling. You must also have fun..OK.. doing work all the time makes humans boring...and I don't want you to be like that. And, if you need any other requirements you can ask, Maze" Lucifer said.

" Thank you, Lucifer" You said with a sweet smile.

" So..um..what do you want to have?" Lucifer asked.

" ( Favourite food) and ( Favourite drink)" You said.

" Great taste you have got, darling. I'll also, have that." Lucifer said.

Lucifer called the waiter and placed the order.

" So..um...do you have a boyfriend, darling?" Lucifer asked.

" No..Lucifer. I am single." You chuckled.

" Well that's great!..It's also very hard to believe that a beautiful woman like you don't have a boyfriend." Lucifer giggled.

In your mind you thought, Sooner or Later I'll be having one.I want Lucifer to choose me.

Lucifer thought, I want Y/N to choose me as her boyfriend.

Your food arrived one by one. After having a delightful main course and drink, Lucifer asked " Darling, would you like to have dessert?"

"Yeah..sure, Lucifer.I would like to have one ( favourite dessert) " You said.

" Well, I'll also have it." Lucifer giggled.

After having dessert, you both planned to head back to LUX.

You got inside Lucifer's Corvette.

Before starting to drive, Lucifer said "Darling..um..I just wanted to..,um..tell you something. I am not sure whether it is the right moment to say. But, I'll be relieved to hear..your..um..response.Y/N, I love you very much. I have been struggling to tell you this as I was not sure how you would react. And, today you saw my Devil face and I really don't know whether you can accept me or not. I'll not move with this relationship without your consent."

Lucifer took a small red box from his pocket and opened it. It was a beautiful expensive diamond ring.

" Y/N darling, Would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend ? I'll never leave you and I'll always be there for you throughout your life." Lucifer said in a soft voice.

" Yes Lucifer, I love you a lot. You did choose me as your girlfriend.I know how much you meant it as you don't lie.I accept for who you truly are and you don't need to change for me.You really are an angel." You said, tears of joy stained your rosy cheeks.

" I am so happy to hear that, darling. I really can't believe it.You did choose me." Lucifer said and placed his hand behind your neck tenderly and pulled you closer to his juicy lips, for a passionate kiss.

You placed your hand on his face and massaged his cheeks softly, while kissing him. Your kiss became intense and your tongues started fighting for dominance. Lucifer slowly broke the kiss.

Lucifer took your hand gently and put the diamond ring on your finger.

" Lucifer, it's beautiful. Thank you so much." You said with a small smile.

" Oh..it's nothing, my love. I have planned better things for you. This is just a small token of my love." Lucifer blushed and kissed your hand.

" So..um..where to next, eh? LUX or a romantic afternoon at the beach or you have something in your mind?Dealer's choice." Lucifer blushed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Umm...you can decide, my handsome devil ." You said and kissed his cheek.

" I want you to decide, darling. Whatever it may be, I am sure it I'll be dandy." Lucifer said.

" Um....shall we go..to..the penthouse...of a guy named Lucifer.." You said and giggled.

" Ah...wonderful choice, girlfriend. So penthouse, it is" Lucifer said.

Lucifer and you headed back to LUX.

" Darling, you can go to the penthouse...I'll join you within five minutes, my love...need to talk to Maze about the arrangements for her birthday party..." Lucifer placed a small kiss on your lips.

" Yeah..sure, Lucifer. Take your time.No problem." You said and went to the penthouse.

Soon, Lucifer joined you at the penthouse.

" Miss the Devil already, darling ?.." Lucifer said and placed both his hands around your waist and pulled you towards his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him towards your lipstick smeared lips.

" Hmm..yes, I missed you, coz you are now my Morningstar and I'll never give you to anybody" You said seductively, still standing in the same posture and traced his lips with your warm fingers.

" Hmm..you are now my Y/N Morningstar" he said in his velvety British accent and planted a passionate trail of kisses on the side of your neck.

You giggled as you found it ticklish.

" So my love, would you like to proceed to the bed?" Lucifer winked.

" I would love to, my dear Luci...but..um....I need to go out and buy a party dress to wear for Maze's birthday party...and also her birthday gift...I really do want to proceed to the bed with you...it's a shame I can't now.." You pouted.

" It's totally fine, love. Only , when you are ready." Lucifer smiled.

"Thanks for understanding, Lucifer. By the way, it would be a really great help if you could accompany me to dress shop and I could really use your help for buying Maze's gift. Are you ok with it?" You asked.

" Sure darling, how can I say no to my lovely Y/N Morningstar " Lucifer said.

You blushed.

Lucifer and you headed to the dress shop. You bought a ravishing bright red sleeveless mini dress and got a customised knife for Maze, using Lucifer's help.

" Thanks a lot Lucifer for accompanying me. I am heading back home now and I need to freshen up. Will meet you at the party. Enjoy." You said and placed a small peck on his lips. Lucifer moaned.

" I'll drop you back home, Y/N" Lucifer said and dropped you back to your house.

" Bye, Lucifer." You said.

" Bye, dear.Take care" Lucifer said.

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MAZE'S BIRTHDAY

You got inside LUX. Lucifer saw you and came towards you.

" Ah...my Y/N looks so beautiful. Darling, you are definitely a wonderful sight..." Lucifer said looking at your red dress.

" And, you look so handsome, my darling Devil." You said looking at Lucifer's purple three-piece suit.

You looked around. Lot of people were dancing, drinking and shouting. There were pole dancers. A big banner with a gigantic text written " HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAZIKEEN" was hung. Party lights enhanced the look of LUX. There was also a never- ending buffet of various food items, desserts, drinks etc.

" Lucifer, LUX looks just like you, stylish." You commented.

" Why, thank you, my darling." Lucifer said.

"Where's Maze?" You asked.

" Come with me, love." Lucifer said, holding your hand and walked towards Maze.

Maze was wearing a dazzling top along with black leather pants.

" Many, many, happy returns of the day, birthday girl" You said and hugged Maze.

" Thanks a lot, Y/N. Come we'll dance together." Maze said.

" Yeah sure, Maze. By the way, I forgot one thing." You said and gave Maze her birthday present.

" It's a customised knife, Maze. Lucifer told me how much you loved whips and knives.Thanks a lot for being a supportive friend, Maze." You smiled.

" This means a lot to me, Y/ N. And, if you want kick someone's ass or break someone's bones, you know who to call right?" Maze chuckled.

" That's true, Y/N darling, Maze will do it gladly." Lucifer giggled.

" And, Maze take care of Y/N, I have something to do..enjoy darling." Lucifer said.

You and Maze danced together for almost an hour.

" Let's grab some tequila" Maze said.

"Yeah!!!" You shouted.

" Hey man-bun, tequila shots stat, here" Maze shouted to a bartender.

You and Maze almost had 15-20 tequila shots along with some food served at the buffet.

You got drunk and shouted " Hey Mazie, get your ass on the dance floor!!!! Woohoo. This is the best day!!!"

You and Maze started dancing again. You were completely drunk and started moving away from Maze.

" Y/ N, come back." Maze shouted.

You didn't hear.

You got on to the stripper pole and started dancing and shouted at the top of your voice " Hey ladies, I am in love with a fancy British man, Lucifer Morningstar...he is only mine..woohoo" .

Your head started aching and you felt dizzy. You fell from the stripper pole and fortunately, your handsome devil caught you in his sturdy arms.

" Oh my Lucifer...you know I love you to the moon." You said drunkenly.

" Darling, did you have too much tequila shots?...I'll take you to the penthouse..that's better.." Lucifer said worriedly.

" Hmm.,penthouse..my Lucifer's penthouse...Lucifer you are so tall...and I will not let any girl..touch my Morningstar." You said drunkenly and giggled.

Lucifer chuckled at your drunken behaviour and carried you in his arms to the penthouse.

He carefully placed you on his bed and covered you with a cozy blanket.

" Love, I'll give you a glass of water." Lucifer said.

" No...I don't want water...I want you..Come here, Lucifer..." You drunkenly moaned.

" Darling, I'll come to you...but have a glass of water now." Lucifer said.

You drank the glass of water Lucifer offered.

" Lucifer..I obeyed what you said..now you obey me, get your hot muscular body over here...otherwise I'll punish you..."You shouted.

" Alright, alright darling...." Lucifer let out a light chuckle and layed beside you without his shirt...🤑..

" Hmm..Good boy..."you said in a sleepy tone.

You fell asleep quickly.

Lucifer looked at your cute sleeping face and chuckled.

" Good night and sweet dreams, Y/N..." Lucifer said.

He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around you.

" I love you, Y/N"

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psychosistr · 4 years ago

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Meet Me Halfway- Chapter 6

Summary: Liquidator wakes up with questions, answers, panic, and more questions.

Notes: Woohoo! First Liquidator POV chapter xD

-First Chapter-

The first thing Liquidator noticed when his consciousness returned to him was how much lighter he felt. Before, everything about his body had been heavy and immovable. Now, though, he felt light and free- the feelings he’d become accustomed to since his mutation into the living mass of liquid.

The second thing he noticed was the slightly heavier feeling of something contaminating his liquid in one area. Forming his eyes answered the question as to what that something was. He spotted some sludge on the far end of whatever vessel his body was currently being contained in. Hating the feeling of the crystal-clear body he took such pride in being contaminated by impurities, he focused and pulled the rest of his water out of and away from the sludge, leaving it pooled on its own on the far end of his container.

And the third thing he noticed was the feeling of something more solid resting idly in his water. Moving so that his recently formed eyes could look at the side of his container, he spotted a gloved hand at the end of a white-clothed sleeve dipping over the side of the vessel so that the arm lay on the rim and the covered fingertips skimmed his water.

Liquidator’s first thoughts on the situation were that he’d been given to some laboratory for testing after his defeat at the hands of “the terror that flaps in the night”. Well, he wasn’t some guinea pig for a bunch of no-necked shut-in’s to drool over as some sort of new scientific marvel for them to stick in a centrifuge!

With a bubbly growl to his voice, Liquidator gathered all of his water together and formed it into his familiar shape with a bit more bulk around the upper body to appear more intimidating and rose up out of his container. “Today’s special- a two-for-one beat down courtesy of the one and only LIQUIDATOR! Act now, supplies are limited!” To his surprise (and mild disappointment) his dramatic entrance and one-liner fell flat as the only other person in the small room was a lone man on the floor by his container. Further surprising and frustrating was the fact that his entrance garnered no reaction whatsoever from the seated scientist. With a frustrated scowl, he picked the scientist up by the front of his lab coat and glared into his goggle-covered eyes. “The surgeon general says ‘ignoring supervillains is detrimental to your health’, so you’d better-!”

His threat was interrupted by a groggy, tired sound finally leaving the previously silent masked man’s throat. “Ngh…” He lifted his head slightly, apparently just now realizing who was in front of him. “Buddy..?”

“!!” The familiar voice shocked Liquidator right out of his previous aggression, making him stare at the small scientist whose covered features were becoming increasingly familiar to him the longer he looked. “Reggie?” He reached up with one hand and removed the mask and goggles, revealing the duck’s familiar face to him. “Reggie, what’s going on?”

“Nmh..sta…a..tue..” Was the only coherent thing to leave the duck’s beak before his head flopped back down and his eyes shut.

“Reggie? Reggie!” Liquidator tried to gently shake the other man awake, but he didn’t stir in the slightest. With a slightly aggravated huff, he set the duck back down on the tiled floor.

Finally taking in his surroundings, Liquidator saw that he wasn’t actually in some laboratory- instead, he was in a small, sparsely decorated bathroom. What he had previously assumed to be some sort of container was actually just an old off-white bathtub. It was that odd combination of too nice to be a cheap motel bathroom but not nice enough to be some sort of corporate-owned building that lead him to the conclusion that he was in a cheap apartment complex- likely Bushroot’s home.

What stood out the most in the cramped room, however, were the buckets of what looked like improperly-mixed wet cement that had been set out around the other side of the tub and on top of the toilet. He noticed a glob of the same substance sitting in the tub that he’d just emerged from and figured that was probably what he felt mixed in with his body earlier.

While looking at the buckets, however, he noticed one of them that was closest to the tub’s opposite corner. Unlike the other buckets with their thick layers of sludge and sediment, this one contained a significantly clearer liquid. Out of curiosity, Liquidator placed the tip of his finger in the bucket and concentrated on reading its contents.

It was an interesting mixture: Hydrogen, oxygen, chlorine-

WAIT!

Those compounds together made-

“Reggie!” Liquidator turned back to the shorter man with an urgent tone to his voice and tried to shake him awake again, this time more roughly than he had before. “How long have you been inhaling this stuff?!”

Despite his shouting and shaking, the duck remained unconscious. Quietly cursing under his breath, Liquidator picked Bushroot up and carried him out of the bathroom and into the adjoining bedroom. After setting Bushroot down on the bed, Liquidator got the only window in the room open with the hopes that it would draw in enough fresh air for his still flesh-and-blood friend.

“Sorry, but you’ll thank me for this later..” He said to the unconscious duck before he began to remove his clothes. The opened lab coat, shoes, and socks came off easy enough, but the buttons on the pants and shirt proved more of a challenge to the watery canine and his fluid fingers- the pieces of plastic slipping through and occasionally into his digits. “To heck with it- I’ll steal you some nicer clothes later..” Letting out another frustrated growl, Liquidator firmly grasped the sides of the shirt and tore it open, destroying many of the buttons in the process.

After repeating the process with the button on Bushroot’s pants, he gathered up the ruined clothing and the other articles he’d already taken off (he left the duck his modesty by keeping his underpants on- those would probably be the least contaminated) and hurried back into the bathroom.

Clearing the bathtub of the residual concrete, Liquidator summoned a strong flow of water from the bathtub’s faucet and left the clothes to soak in the clean water for the time being. While the clothes were being dealt with, he grabbed the troublesome bucket from earlier and carried it into the kitchen.

“Let’s hope you keep your cupboards stocked, Reggie..” Liquidator mumbled to himself while rummaging through the various cabinets and cupboards. After a moment, he found exactly what he was looking for. “Aha! Just what the doctor ordered! Well, what he WOULD order if he were awake.” He said while pulling out a box of baking soda.

The clever canine diligently dissolved the baking soda into the bucket of chemicals, going slowly as to not trigger any unfavorable reactions. Once the threatening concoction was properly neutralized, he let out a relieved sigh and walked back into the bedroom to check on the resting scientist.

Placing a hand on the duck’s forehead, Liquidator frowned at the unusually high amount of heat that he could feel seeping into his watery palm. “Oh Reggie, what have you done..?”

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Bushroot didn’t wake up for several hours.

Liquidator did what he could to ensure the duck’s full recovery: Carefully washed the other man’s face repeatedly, taking great care to make sure the beak was fully cleansed of any lingering residue. Placed a cold hand on his forehead for twenty minutes once every hour to help keep his temperature down. And, with the aid of the adjoining bathroom’s faucet and some cleaned out buckets, used hot water combined with his own mastery of liquids to humidify the air and make sure the water molecules wouldn’t be blown away by the fresh air coming in through the window.

In between the time he spent taking care of the other man, Liquidator tried to keep himself busy with little things such as finishing the cleanup of Bushroot’s contaminated clothes and looking around the apartment. Unfortunately, cleaning up proved more entertaining than the option of looking around as the duck really didn’t have much available in the way of entertainment other than the television set in the living room. He managed to freeze one of his fingers long enough to turn the television on, but it was the time of day where nothing good was playing, anyway.

Returning to the bathroom to see if there was anything else he could do, Liquidator noticed something he’d missed before- a notebook and a set of tools sitting on the back of the toilet. Out of curiosity and boredom, Liquidator froze one of his fingers again and used it to flick through the pages of the notebook.

It seemed to be a scientific journal used for making observation notes on various types of plants. As he got closer to the more recent pages, though, the notes changed from plant-based biological observations to chemical formulas and theories. There was a crude drawing of Liquidator himself featured on one of the pages with the basic formula for cement written off to the side. After that were pages upon pages of notes and formulas, many of which was scribbled over and/or re-written with arrows drawn from one side of the page to the other to suggest a possible link between solutions. Judging by the amount of writing, Bushroot must have spent several hours trying to figure out a way to separate Liquidator from his stone prison.

As Liquidator glanced at the numerous buckets of concrete sludge that still filled the small bathroom, he realized that it must have taken several more hours actually getting him out the cement…

Closing the book once again, Liquidator’s eyes drifted over to the tools that had been lying next to it- a hammer and a chisel.

“Glad I wasn’t awake to feel THAT..” He commented while picking up the chisel and looking at the normally flat-edged implement that had been significantly dulled by going above and beyond to fulfill its purpose.

With a shake of his head, Liquidator set the tool back down and wandered back into the bedroom to check on Bushroot for what felt like the fiftieth time. In the process of doing so, he noticed something he’d missed before while undressing the duck and treating him- his gloves were still on. Honestly, they’d been very low on his priority-driven radar that he hadn’t even noticed they were there.

“Might as well get rid of those, too..” He flowed over to the bed and began carefully peeling the first rubber-covering off of the dozing doctor’s digits. Getting them off, however, revealed something else he’d failed to notice before: Blood. “!!” Liquidator’s eyes widened in momentary panic as he tossed the glove aside and moved Bushroot’s hand to get a better view of it. “Did you get that stuff in your gloves?!!”

After rinsing the other man’s hand off, the supervillain was relieved to see that the wounds weren’t from chemical burns. No, they were simply blisters, most likely from the hours he spent breaking the stone apart with the hammer and chisel, that had burst and bled into the glove. Removing its twin revealed similar blisters on Bushroot’s other hand that made Liquidator frown.

‘Why would you go this far?’ Liquidator wondered not for the first time that day, silently taking both of Bushroot’s hands in his own and submerging the blisters in his cool water to ease their pain.

People were inherently greedy and selfish- that was the law of the world that he, as Bud Flood, had long come to accept in life. No one did anything without expecting something in return.

Parents raised their children and gave them what they needed to survive. The “good” ones went even further and have their children things they didn’t need but merely wanted to make them happy. They encouraged and/or pushed their children to do well in school and find good jobs as adults so they would be financially stable. This was all just training and compensation, though, so that the parents could cash in on their children’s success and finances and have someone to either take care of them or pay to have someone else take care of them when they were too feeble to do so themselves anymore.

At work, people would be polite and genial to their coworkers and superiors, offering to do tasks that went above their assigned responsibilities for the sake of appearing helpful. They were all just trying to make themselves look better, though- they all secretly wanted to get on the good side of the higher-ups so they could get benefits like being considered first for promotions or raises. As soon as someone got in their way- someone better at pretending to be nice or who seemed more intelligent or talented- you’d see their true colors come out as they worked to sabotage the competition without getting caught. Who cares if it ruins someone’s life? All that matters is climbing the corporate ladder to the top.

Even romance, the ultimate, life-defining source of happiness according to so many people, came with a price. Falling in love was supposed to be a grand thing, a way to find someone else to spend your life with- someone to share your happiness with and lean on in times of hardship- that so called “missing piece” of yourself. In the end, though, all anyone really gets is extra emotional baggage from dealing with your own problems as well as someone else’s in exchange for the rights to say “Look, I’m in a relationship with that person- I’m normal!” and feel included for once. Eventually the high of happiness and romance fades and, when you realize you’ve condemned yourself to being with someone whom you have almost nothing in common with, you either kill your soul with the constant fights caused by bitterness and despair for the sake of “making it work” or you play heartbreak-russian-roulette to see who’ll pull the trigger first and end the pain for all parties involved.

Everybody always wanted something from him, that’s what Bud Flood had come to expect. It was why he’d worked so hard maintaining his double-life: To the public, he was a good, honest man who cared about the safety of his customers and put their needs first, making him seem kind and approachable. Behind closed doors, he was a ruthless, tyrannical businessman who would doom whomever he needed to just to get ahead in life.

After all, anyone else would do the same if they could, right? They would act kind and friendly to make him lower his guard, then wait for the chance to take something from him- his money, his success, his heart- you name it. In the end, it would happen one way or another..

………

So why was he wasting so much time with this meek, anxiety-prone, attention-starved, blabber-mouth of a scientist who wasn’t even THAT attractive?

If he had to pick a reason, it was probably because the duck was so transparent and straight-forward that he was easy for Liquidator to understand and predict. Bushroot was lonely, eager for attention and companionship, and honest to a fault (the guy probably couldn’t lie to save his own life). In a situation that came down to “take advantage or be taken advantage of”, Bushroot was much more likely to be the one taken advantage of since he would bend over backwards for the supervillain’s approval. He was simple and plain and far from complex.

At least, that’s how it had started out…

While the scientist was still very obviously desperate for attention and approval, Liquidator had to admit to himself that there were things about him that were less predictable than he originally thought. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought the bird would go as far as he did to free him from his concrete prison- to expose himself to dangerous chemicals and spend who knows how long breaking his solidified body apart just to set him free. Sure, they’d built some form of casual friendship since they’d met in the greenhouse, but they’d only known each other for a couple weeks! Liquidator doubted anyone else in his former life, people he’d known for years, would have gone so far to help him..

Would Bushroot want anything in return for his help? A slice of the profit from Liquidator’s next scheme? Reimbursement for his time and services? He could ask for just about anything-

“L…Liqui…?” A tired voice asked him from the bed.

Looking down at the small scientist’s face, Liquidator saw a pair of barely open blue eyes looking in his direction. Bushroot still looked exhausted and a bit out of it, barely keeping his focus on the water-dog’s general direction for more than a second before he had to jerk his drifting eyes back in place. He’d likely need some more rest before he could be trusted on his own again.

“The one and only- sometimes imitated, but never bested!” Liquidator joked with a grin, moving one hand up to touch Bushroot’s head and check his temperature. “So, how is Saint Canard’s number one criminal-aiding scientist feeling?”

“Dizzy…tired..” He mumbled before giving Liquidator a tired smile. “And..happy…you’re here..”

“……” Liquidator was tempted to ask his questions now, but he bit his tongue and used the hand still on Bushroot’s forehead to gently touch the side of his face. “Thanks to you..” His earlier grin softened slightly as he spoke. “Now, get some more rest- doctor’s orders.”

“Not a doctor..” The still sleepy duck replied before his eyes drifted closed of their own accord and he fell back asleep.

Liquidator’s smile fell slightly once the duck’s eyes were shut once more, leaving him alone with his thoughts again. Part of him still wanted to know what Bushroot expected to get for helping him. Part of him had a feeling he already knew the answer. And a third, smaller part of him told him what he WANTED the answer to be…

He took the hand he was still holding and brought it to his lips, giving it a light kiss. “Sleep easy, Reggie- you’ve earned it..”

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End Notes: For reference, the compound that Bushroot was working with was a type of hydrochloric acid: Not only is it dangerous to get it on your skin, it's also dangerous to inhale for lengthy periods of time, hence Liquidator's panic when he realized what it was.

To treat it properly, you should ALWAYS go to a hospital. Since Liquidator's a wanted felon, however, he did everything else you're supposed to do to help people who've inhaled the fumes for too long: Remove them from the area, get them plenty of fresh air, remove any clothing that may have been exposed to the fumes as well so they don't continue to inhale them, and, ideally, repeatedly wash their face and body off to make sure there's no lingering residue for them to inhale later before having them breathe in humidified air to flush everything out of their lungs.

Now, having said this, I am NOT a doctor or a chemist, so please just contact 911 if you're ever exposed to these chemicals!

#darkwing duck #dwd #bushroot #liquidator #liquiroot #meet me halfway

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beatriceportinari · 4 years ago

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🌞🦋🌻?

Woohoo 3 in one thank you !

🌞 Drop a nugget of art wisdom

Love the idea of anyone expecting wisdom from me... I will say as much as possible to try and not throw out anything you do. That’s smth I generally do anyway since I rarely, if ever, abandon any project but even if I can’t manage smth (usually an origami since that’s the one thing which would have a clear ‘‘goal’‘), I keep it anyway in case I might go back to it later! Like I just did with that mermaid that I couldn’t manage last May, I just put it somewhere and got it out again to try again. When it comes to drawing in general I never abandon things as well, even if smth happen I simply draw over it and I like the idea of the project keeping a trace of everything that’s happenned. Like my last BoK project had the whole middle part ripped off actually and I had to replace it with a square from another paper. Sorry I just realized my wisdom is just ‘never give up’. Thanks naruto I guess

But yeah lol I think viewing any piece as a process enjoyabe in itself and not smth to attain a goal helps relieve a bit of the stress some people may have; even in your art journey or progress in general. Like to go back to the BoK piece i drew 2 others before! And looking back on it they clearly get better and better in terms of detail, accurracy, etc, but while I was drawing the 2 first ones I wasn’t thinking they were ‘’practice’’ for the third one, i was just... enjoying drawing smth about the Book of Kells. So yeah uh enjoy the process I suppose is my advice. Unsurprising from someone with such an active wip tag lol

🦋 Name your worst and best art supply splurge

Oh god you know how much my art really is just about using fun materials so I have a LOT of it I love and very few I regret. I suppose it would be topical to say my best one is that gold foil I just got today because I’m so excited to use it and it was indeed a splurge (10.- per box :/ I didn’t think I would need that much)

As for regrets i do regret getting these cheap brushes, because I thought ‘’hey if I’m gonna ruin them anyway by dipping them in glue and god knows what I don’t need to get expensive ones’’ except now they’re shedding bristles everywhere and also they’re normal brushed meaning they’re too long and I miss my short, overpriced kids brushes. There that might have been my best splurge actually. Brushes made for kids and therefore comfortably short for my tiny hand and in a nice pleasant color.

🌻 Do you have drawing rituals (certain warm-ups, strange habits)?

I never do any warm up! I only draw for fun so if i don’t wanna draw I simply don’t lol. I do have habits and needs when i draw, one aesthetic one being that i like things to look pretty even in the process of drawing, which is part of why i often cover the whole paper in crayon before starting because like... If i’m going to do the line art it might as well be in some pretty color. See also me texturing smth with gold paint for... honestly very little practical reason.

#about #thank you for this!#the cool short brushes that I miss very dearly were by the brand avenuemandarine #which also made all that glitter I was using at some point #also I KNOW naruto's thing is to not give up on your promise specifically DON'T @ me #cctinsleybaxter

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magnusappreciation2kforever · 7 years ago

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MAGNUS APPRECIATION MONTH IS HERE!

IT’S HERE! THE MASTER LIST OF THE MAGNUS APPRECIATION MONTH PROMPTS!

The prompts start tomorrow! Here’s the master list so you can start brainstorming about what you want to do with each prompt! Don’t forget to check out the rules for participating!

An Introduction:

Okay, I’m going to do a little blurb with each one for inspiration so it’s not just throwing a word at people. Here’s the format of each prompt:

Word: (Date of Prompt) This word could mean this. Or maybe this! Or hey, maybe it’s this AU. Or something completely different. But you don’t have to do any of these... Take how it how you want!

remember that you don’t have to follow the suggestions given with each one word prompt, nor do you have to do it exactly the way it says (for example, if it suggests that you could draw something, you can write instead! it’s okay!). they’re just there for inspiration, to throw around some ideas! have some fun with it, do what you’re inspired to!

also: malec is allowed, even encouraged! just try not to make it all about alec and malec. this is magnus appreciation month, after all!

don’t forget to tag everything (especially on tumblr and ao3) with #magnusmonth or #magnus appreciation month

- @thesorrowoflizards

UPDATE: the 27TH was accidentally left off. This has been fixed. Oops!

FIRST WEEK: 1ST THROUGH 7TH

History: (December 1st) Explore Magnus’s past relationships, or write a fic wherein someone mysterious from his past returns. Or write about how Magnus was present for an infamous historical event, or draw him with your favorite historical figure! Or, hey, something completely different- a Pride and Prejudice AU or an arranged marriage. Up to you!

Flowers: (December 2nd) Has anyone every given Magnus flowers? Has he given someone else flowers? What’s his favorite flower, and why? Is he allergic? Or perhaps go into the deep shit: symbolism and flower language.

Music: (December 3rd) Write about Magnus’s relationship with music and dancing, or make a Magnus themed music video. Write a songfic based around one of your favorite songs and how the lyrics might apply to Magnus. Or try writing something about Magnus singing, or attempting to play the charango…

Fashion: (December 4th) Magnus has quite the style. How did he get into fashion and makeup? How did he learn? Did he have any mishaps? What does he like in particular, what are his favorite outfits? Is there any particular jewelry piece or article of clothing that is special to him? Your choice!

Badass: (December 5th) Exactly what it sounds like! Magnus being a BAMF, whether it be on the battlefield (fistfight, magic, or sword? who knows!) or in a diplomatic meeting, or verbally eviscerating someone for being an asshole. Basically, Magnus kicking ass with your choice of weapon!

Marriage: (December 6th) What does Magnus think about marriage? Has Magnus ever wanted to marry someone? Has anyone every proposed to him, or vice versa? Or hey, maybe you’d rather write a fluffy honeymoon fic or draw a Malec wedding. Up to you!

Cat: (December 7th) You could draw Magnus and Chairman Meow, or write a witch and familiar AU, or perhaps even write about how Magnus got his cat. Or you could draw Magnus’s warlock mark, or write about how he feels about his cat eyes. Anything goes!

SECOND WEEK: 8TH THROUGH 14TH

Birthday: (December 8th) All about Magnus’s birthday! Does he know his actual birth date, or just a general time of year? Did one of his friends give him a date to celebrate or his birthday, or does he refuse to celebrate it all? If he does celebrate, how? With who? If he doesn’t, why? Or, hey, just write a fluffy birthday fic. However you want to take it!

Jobs: (December 9th) What sort of jobs has Magnus had over the years? What sort of jobs could he have? Maybe you could write an AU where he’s an author or a marine biologist, or perhaps at some point in his long life he worked in retail or fast food. Ugh. You could draw him as a cop or a lawyer… Or you could focus on his role as the High Warlock of Brooklyn and all the responsibilities it entails… Whatever interests you!

Queer: (December 10th) Queer themes day! Time to break out those LGBTQ headcanons! Write a high school AU wherein Magnus runs a GSA, or all about Magnus being nonbinary or trans. Anything is possible!* You could go into Magnus’s journey of self-discovery, realizing his bisexuality and gaining the confidence to become the out and proud freewheeling man he is, or you could write about the inevitable discrimination he’s faced because of it. Whatever feels right!

Malec: (December 11th) What it says on the tin! How is Alec different than the other relationships Magnus has had? What did Magnus think when they met, or when they got married? Or perhaps a missing scene in the show, or an AU of your choice. You could draw them together, dancing or on a date or whatever you choose. Anything Malec-themed that catches your mind!

School: (December 12th) You could go with the classic high school AU, or perhaps talk about how Magnus learned to control his magic. Or perhaps in his many years, Magnus went to college- where did he go? What did he major in? What classes did he enjoy? Or you could write about the lack of schooling in his early years… struggling with illiteracy due to his upbringing, or learning to read as an adult. Or, go more light-hearted and draw Magnus at Hogwarts, or some other fictional school from a book or TV show you enjoy.

Hero: (December 13th) Who does Magnus look up to? Who looks up to Magnus? Or you could take it in a different direction and make it a superhero AU! What would Magnus’s powers be? What would he look like?

Angel: (December 14th) Magnus has fallen angel blood, which allows him to activate seraph blades and such (perhaps even take runes? who knows). Not to mention the irony of how shadowhunters treat Magnus and other warlocks because they believe that their shadowhunter blood makes them “better”, when in reality, he probably has more angel blood than them. Or you could go a completely different route and write a wing AU, or draw Magnus as an angel! It’s totally up to you.

THIRD WEEK: 15TH THROUGH 21ST

Friends: (December 15th) Let’s explore Magnus’s platonic relationships. How does he spend time with his friends? How often do they meet up? What do they do together? How did he meet them? Do they have any inside jokes? Or you could draw them together, perhaps even draw Magnus and his immortal friends in another era. Whatever catches your fancy!

Father: (December 16th) You could write a fluffy future fic, or a single dad meet-cute. You could draw a Malec family scene, or even just Magnus with one of his downworlder kids. Or instead, you could draw Asmodeous lurking in the shadows, or write about and explore Magnus’s dark heritage. Or, hey, go a different route. Whatever inspires you!

Dragons: (December 17th) Woohoo! Dragons! You can draw an AU wherein Magnus is a wise old dragon, or is riding one, or write about him facing a dragon demon in canonverse, or perhaps in his life he’s met an actual dragon on some mountain somewhere. Hey, you could even give him a pet dragon!

Warlock: (December 18th) Magnus has a complicated relationship with other warlocks. He’s a leader who has to make hard choices and protect his people. He’s powerful and respected, but also controversial thanks to his relationship with Alec in canon. You could write about that, how he’s protective of his people, write about him interacting with them, or about the politics of his position in the downworld. You could draw him practicing his magic, making a potion, or talking with other warlocks. You could also explore what it means to him to be a warlock- his warlock marks, the discrimination he’s faced, his immortality, his intimate relationship with his magic, or even the circumstances of his birth. Anything goes!

Mythology: (December 19th) Time for those greek AUs, Percy Jackson AUs. and AUs wherein Magnus is a god or a hero from whatever mythology you choose. Or it doesn’t have to be an AU at all- perhaps Magnus is a fan of Egyptian mythology, or has studied Greek myths. Who knows? Only you!**

Kink: (December 20th) You know what this means.

Language: (December 21st) What languages is Magnus fluent in? How many of them? Why did he learn them? What’s his relationship with his native tongue- does he use it often? Was it hard for him to learn English? Who taught him?

FOURTH WEEK: 22ND THROUGH 28TH

Romance: (December 22nd) Let’s talk about Magnus’s romantic relationships. How fast he falls in love, how he feels about intimacy. What’s the stupidest thing Magnus has ever done to impress someone, or get their number? Or maybe you want to write about Malec, or draw them together. Or hey, maybe you ship Magnus with someone else! That’s fine, too.*** Today is all about romance!

Royal: (December 23rd) You could draw Magnus as the badass Prince of Hell, or write a medieval royals AU, or you could even make an AMV with the song “Royals” by Lorde. Whatever works for you!

Death: (December 24th) Draw a tragic death, or write about Magnus coping with the people he lost a long time ago? Or maybe Magnus has a cliché out of body experience after a near-death experience! Or you could go with the potentially much more light-hearted theme of Magnus befriending the grim reaper, or Terry Pratchett’s famous character Death.

Holidays: (December 25th) What holidays does Magnus celebrate and when? How does he celebrate, and who with? Has he been alone in the past, or has he always celebrated with his friends? Does he celebrate with his new family- his husband and children- now? Or maybe he doesn’t celebrate at all. (Keep in mind this doesn’t have to be Christmas, although it can be!)

Bane: (December 26th) Why did Magnus choose his name? What made him choose something that meant “Great Destruction”? Or, hey, make a Batman joke. Either way. Or something entirely different!

Nephilim: (December 27th) Magnus has a complicated relationship with shadowhunters. He’s met good ones- Henry Branwell, Will Herondale, Alec Lightwood- but he’s met far more bad ones. But then, Nephilim are complicated creatures. How do you think Magnus’s opinion of them changes over the years?

Red: (December 28th) The color of blood. The color of angry magic. The color of fire. Passion. Destruction. How does Magnus feel about the color red? Or draw something centered around red- a red seraph blade, or a red pool of blood, or a red silk shirt.

LAST WEEK: 29TH THROUGH 31ST

Healer: (December 29th) Magnus Bane is many things: a leader, a fighter, a friend, a lover… and a healer. Whether it be potions or spells, Magnus has never been one to turn down someone in need. Write something about Magnus helping someone, or using his magic to heal them. Or write an AU where he’s a doctor, or draw him brewing a potion or healing someone wounded. Write about Magnus learning how to make potions or treat wounds. Who did he learn healing magic from? Did Catarina help him master it, or did he teach her first and then she surpassed him? Was he a child when he first learned how to heal, and it was the first time he saw his magic could be used for good? Or did he seek it out as an adult?

Alternative: (December 30th) What’s your favorite Magnus-centric AU? Is it canon divergence or completely different? Is it a Malec AU wherein they meet in wildly different circumstances, or focused on platonic relationships, such as Magnus in the World Inverted befriending Luke… or is it focused completely on Magnus’s alternate life as a painter who’s down on his luck or a CEO trying to do good? Or, of course, something completely different? Any time, any place, any AU.

Ghosts: (December 31st) Literal or nah? Who knows. Maybe Magnus talks to Ragnor’s ghost, or perhaps in another world he haunts an abandoned mansion and scares teenagers who sneak in. Or maybe you want to think all about the skeletons in Magnus’s closet, the people he’s lost who still haunt him… Or a silly Buzzfeed Unsolved or Ghostbusters AU! Whatever you want!

*This does not mean you can erase Magnus’s bisexuality. If I see one more person calling Magnus gay (or straight), I will scream.

**Unless you are Native American (or whatever culture corresponding to the AU you’re writing), don’t be an asshole and use Native American beliefs, or any other existing religions. Ancient greek myths are just that: myths. Native American beliefs (and other beliefs that may apply) are a religion. There is a difference.

***See rules on not shipping incest, abusive relationships, and other such relationships.

don’t forget to tag everything (especially on tumblr and ao3) with #magnusmonth or #magnus appreciation month

#magnusmonth #magnus appreciation month #magnus bane #shadowhunters #malec #harry shum jr

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mage-cat · 7 years ago

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Stories and Games

Happy Amedot day! I present a sequel to Braids, featuring Peridot gifting Amethyst with Li’l Butler fanfic and the two of them visiting the arcade. It is shameless fluff, that I enjoyed writing tremendously.

Story is below the cut and the link to the AO3 version is through here.

“Amethyst!” Peridot called out as the two Gems came in sight of each other roughly halfway between the Barn and the nearest warp pad. “I was just on my way to the Temple to see you. I have something for you.” She clutched a bright purple folder to her chest. “I was thinking about some of the things you said you wish the writers of Li'l Butler had done with Tiffany Richington's character and ended up writing it out into a story I thought you might like.” She held out the folder and Amethyst took it.

“Since when do you write stories?” she asked as she began to leaf through the dozen or so pages inside.

“It started with posting Camp Pining Hearts analysis on the internet. Further investigation of the Campers community made it clear to me that my ideas could find a wider audience if I worked it into fanfiction. I've been doing it for a few months now. I think some of my commenters suspect that I'm not human. They keep asking me if I ever sleep.”

Amethyst snorted out a small laugh. “Well, there's no way I'm gonna wait to read this,” she said as she settled under a nearby tree.

It was a sort of spinoff plot based on what Amethyst had admitted was one of her favorite episodes, the one where the daughters of the Money and Richington families had to take a cooking class. The jokes in the episode were mostly just the standard 'cooking for the first time' sitcom hijinks, but by the end, Tiffany Richington had really gotten into the spirit of things, experimenting with the ingredients in some actually creative ways. It echoed how Amethyst enjoyed eating in a way that few things did, and she had been a bit bummed that they hadn't turned that into a recurring character trait to milk jokes out of.

Peridot had written about Tiffany going to a culinary summer camp. The setting probably had allowed Peridot to reuse some details from Camp Pining Hearts stories, but since Amethyst had only seen bits and pieces of the show, she wasn't sure how much. It didn't matter anyway. It was a story about Tiffany enjoying herself to an extant her uptight family rarely allowed her, about discovering new tastes and textures, and about shaping something new for the sheer pleasure of it. It said almost everything Amethyst had ever felt about food and everything she had wanted for Tiffany's character and a few things she hadn't realized she had wanted for her. There wasn't much in the way of Li'l Butler gag-style humor, but Peridot's quirky world-view threaded its way though the whole thing, making Amethyst chuckle regularly.

Peridot kept a close eye on Amethyst's expression as she read. What she saw was encouraging. “So you like it?”

“Like it?” She looked up from the last page with an ear-to-ear grin. “Peri, this is perfect. I love it!”

“Perfect.” Peridot repeated the word softly, as if tasting it, before her head jerked. “Oh, in all my excitement, I just realized I must have derailed you. Were you heading to the Barn for anything specific?”

Amethyst's smile turned sheepish as she fiddled with the folder. “Um... yeah... I was... was wondering if you might wanna go to the arcade with me.”

“Is this a date?” Peridot asked matter-of-factly. When Amethyst's eyes went wide, she continued in the same tone. “I only ask because Lapis is starting to threaten that, I quote, 'If you two keep up is mutual pining thing much longer, I am going to give you a cold shower every time you mention her name.' I ran some calculations. Spending that much time with my hair dripping would get annoying quickly.”

“You talk about me that much?”

“Of course, you're a fascinating gemetic study.”

Amethyst looked skeptical at the clinical phrasing. “Because I'm defective?”

Peridot's tone turned earnest as she began to gesture broadly. “Because you defy the standards for Quartz soldiers to be a standard all your own, one that I in many ways find to be superior to the standards I was taught to identify in my Kindergartener training.”

Amethyst remembered the times she had seen Peridot try to lie. There are people who can fake sincerity. Peridot wasn't one of them. Amethyst smiled as she realized that Peridot really meant what she said. “Yes. Yes, I'm asking you out on a date.”

Peridot began to mutter, moving as if heading back to the Barn. “I understand that first dates are intended to be special occasions. Extra attention paid to grooming, gifts given...”

Amethyst took Peridot's hand, breaking her line of thought. “Yo, Peri-mour, we can have a date like that later. I promise. Today, I just want to hang out with my favorite nerd and maybe show her how to play skee-ball. You cool with that?”

Her face lit up. “That is an acceptable first official date.”

After a quick stop at the Temple to leave the folder in a safe place, Amethyst and Peridot soon found themselves in front of the arcade's skee-ball setup. “I actually stink at this game most of the time,” Amethyst said, “'cause I get frustrated, which makes my problems worse, but I think you'll be good at it. It isn't about throwing the ball hard. You have to throw it just hard enough and let go at just the right time. It's precise, like a lot of the stuff you rule at.” Amethyst tossed her ball so that it rolled up the incline, hit the ball-hop, and landed in the twenty point ring. She shrugged. “Like I said, I'm not great at it, but even a pretty lousy throw gets you ten points.”

“Could you help guide my first few throws?” Peridot asked, grinning.

Once Amethyst realized what she meant, she chuckled as she stepped behind Peridot to take her right hand, already holding the ball, in her own. “You have watched way too much cheesy romance, but I gotta say, I think I kinda dig it.” With her chin on Peridot's shoulder, she could smell her hair. It reminded Amethyst of the time she had spent a half hour putting CDs in a microwave to watch lighting spark off of them, a mix of metal, plastic, and the ozone left over from the light show. This may have been part of the reason why their first two throws barely made it up the ball-hop. Their third finally made it into the thirty point ring.

“I'm pretty sure you'll do better than this on your own,” Amethyst half-joked.

“I'll admit, if we had this much co-ordination in the three-legged race, we would have fallen over pretty quickly.” As Amethyst returned to her lane, Peridot continued, “I don't know why you act like you're so bad at control though. I mean, back when you all were trying to capture me, you managed to wrap me with your whip on multiple occasions without ever actually hurting me. I'm pretty sure that's not easy.”

“That's different. My whip is a part of me. These balls aren't.”

“Just because you have a talent for something, because it's a part of you, doesn't make the way you use it any less remarkable. I mean, I once saw you shape-sift into a fully functioning helicopter capable of carrying three people. That is an intense level of control over your physical form.”

“I mostly shape-shift for gags,” Amethyst said as her tossed one of her balls.

“And for most of my time on Earth, I've used my engineering skills to make art projects and gadgets of marginal practical utility. Does that make the work I did on the drill less important?”

Amethyst kept her eyes on the rings at the end of her lane as she continued her game, though her vision wasn't really focused on them. “Come on, you can't compare my shape-shifting to something that literally saved the planet.”

Peridot played through her own game as she continued, “I've been on this team for less then a year and have witnessed or been told of several plans that hinged on your shape-shifting. I think the comparison is fair. If Pearl and Garnet don't see the value in that, then they're bigger clods than I ever thought.” Her last ball sailed into the highest ring. “Fifty points! Woohoo!” She tapped Amethyst on the shoulder and pointed to the other Gem's score. “Oh and while you were distracted with disparaging yourself, you landed four balls out of that nine-ball set in the fifty point ring yourself.”

A half-dozen rounds of skee-ball later, they moved on to the rest of the arcade. Peridot really got into the spirit of Road Killer and said that the mechanics of Teen of Rage warranted further analysis. They both proved laughably terrible at Meat Beat Mania. In the end, they traded all their tickets for an equal value of slide whistles because Peridot said they inspired her for a new project idea. It came to enough whistles that they had to split the load between them to carry it all back to the Barn.

They were nearly there when Peridot's steps began to slow, then stop, with Amethyst beside her. “I know you said that this date wasn't following most of the formal structures, but,” she hesitated, “I understand that it's typical for dates to end with a kiss. I've sort of have been looking forward to trying that with you.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Camp Pining Hearts was my introduction to the concept, and it's not like there has been anyone else I would want to try it with. Have you?”

“I've gotten some practice in.” Mostly Vidalia along with the rare concert-goer that didn't mind that they towered a foot or two over the girl hitting on them.

“I'd like to learn from you.”

Amethyst thought that Peridot probably hadn't imagined their first kiss involving them both carrying an armload of slide whistles, but maybe it was a good thing. It left what to do with their hands for a second lesson. She leaned forward and kissed her, slow and sweet, enjoying how her metal and ozone smell translated to the taste of her lips along with a trace of something mint-flavored. Peridot, always a quick study, soon returned the kiss.

When they separated, Peridot looked slightly dazed as she said, “Wow, thanks.”

“You can thank me by returning the favor sometime.”

“You won't have to wait long for that, Ames.”

#cat writes #steven universe #amedot #fanfiction

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spideycentral · 7 years ago

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Tony Revolori on Letting Go in the Audition Room, ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming,’ + Wes Anderson

When Tony Revolori’s father, Mario Quinonez, was a 14-year-old in Guatemala, he received his first pair of shoes. When Revolori was 15, he became the first person in his family to visit Europe, at the invitation of Wes Anderson, to audition for a film that eventually won four Academy Awards.

The opportunity was the fulfillment of a dream his father had initially had for himself, though he never advanced beyond working as an extra after immigrating to America. “He was too shy to actually be on camera and say lines,” Revolori explains while sitting in the Beekman Hotel’s Fowler & Wells restaurant in mid-May. But once Quinonez became a father, acting seemed a good way for Tony and his older son, Mario Revolori (they use their paternal grandmother’s name professionally), to start saving for college. “ ‘I would love for you guys to be actors, but I would never force that upon you,’ ” Revolori remembers his dad saying.

It was two years before Revolori’s trip to meet Anderson that his dad sat him and Mario down to ask, “What is it that you love?” The boys chose acting and music. (Revolori also sings and plays four instruments.) “He was like, ‘Great. Well, that’s your 9-to-5 job now,’ ” Revolori recalls. From then on, the family drove the 60-mile round trip from Anaheim, California, to Los Angeles “more than seven times a week for auditions,” with the duo “getting rejected a thousand times a year.”

Then they auditioned for an untitled Wes Anderson project. The director considered tapes of thousands of kids from numerous countries for the role of Zero, the teenage lobby boy who engineers the prison escape of his concierge mentor (Ralph Fiennes), kills his would-be killer (Willem Dafoe), and inherits the Grand Budapest Hotel. Two possibilities emerged—Mario and Tony—before Anderson sent the latter a plane ticket.

As an unaccompanied minor, he remembers, “I stayed there for 17 hours while the flight there was 14 hours, both ways.” He returned to the States without the part. Instead, Revolori and Anderson exchanged many emails. “I would tape myself doing the whole entire script,” he says. “It was basically pseudo-rehearsal,” and he began to think of Anderson “very much like a godfather to me in terms of acting.” Four months later, he got the offer for the film that would lead the young talent not only to the 2015 Oscars, but to “Dope,” the Sundance Film Festival hit that was so well attended, James Franco “couldn’t get a seat” and stood in the back for one screening.

The Rick Famuyiwa film about sweet, high-achieving ’90s-lovers out of Inglewood, California, who find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time launched a studio bidding war and was nominated for the festival’s Grand Jury Prize. Casting director Kim Coleman had Revolori try out before anyone else, but in total, he “auditioned for the project maybe 20 times,” he says, reading with different potential co-stars. Once again, at the very end, he was pitted against his brother. This would happen a third time, for a recurring role on the combination live-action-animated series “Son of Zorn,” which was canceled in May after one season on Fox. “That was the one time my brother audibly said, ‘I fucking hate you. This is bullshit. It’s unfair,’ ” admits Revolori. “I was like, ‘It 100 percent is, but I’m going to take the part.’ ”

Last year, around the time he was filming his latest project, “Spider-Man: Homecoming” (out July 7), Revolori had an epiphany. “When you walk into an audition room, and you go in with such desperation that you want this, they smell it and they’re like, ‘Nope, immediately no,’ ” he says. “The thing that happened that pushed me over the edge was auditioning with a couple of people, and then them saying, ‘Oh, no, we’re not going to cast you because you’re brown.’ So I said, ‘Fuck this,’ and the next audition I went to, I didn’t give a shit.” He booked that job. Now, he sometimes cold-reads on purpose. “When you don’t need [the part], they want you so much more,” he explains, especially if you “mix that in with confidence, not arrogance.” Since relaying this discovery to Mario, Revolori says, “he’s been booking nonstop.”

“Spider-Man: Homecoming” will bring together a cadre of Marvel heavy hitters, including Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr.), Captain America (Chris Evans), and Vulture (Michael Keaton). Revolori auditioned to play the best friend to Peter Parker (Tom Holland), Ned Leeds, but was awarded a larger role in Flash Thompson, Parker’s high school rival who eventually becomes Agent Venom. The casting marks the 21-year-old’s first unlikable character.

Without being asked, Revolori says he gained 55 pounds of muscle to play Thompson, who’d been reconceptualized for this film as a rich kid rather than a jock. Still, he reasoned, “I’m not white, I’m not blond [with] blue eyes”—as the character was in the comics—“but I’m me, and I’m going to do my best to emulate that character for you guys, because this is who it’s for.”

Until he joined the Spider-Man franchise, Revolori says, “I’d never been in a place where it takes you two hours for four takes of a scene, just because they have all the stunts.... I felt like I couldn’t get in a rhythm.” On the plus side, “They can afford to be a little bit more lenient and say, ‘Well, what if we try this? We can change this scene completely.’ ” The same can’t be said for indies. “It’s a lot different,” he says. “You work on something like ‘Dope,’ you drive yourself to set, [work with] a very small crew, and you’re all just working day and night as hard as you can, there are no breaks…. You’re on your feet and you’re moving—’cause you have to be.”

On this new role in “Spider-Man,” he says, “I feel like that’s a better move for my career. I want to be respected by my peers and be a prestige actor.” That’s not to say he wants to remain solely in front of the camera; he also wants to direct one day, as well as stay active in the theater. (In February, he made his West End debut in Stephen Karam’s play “Speech and Debate,” about a teacher-student sex scandal.) “I also don’t mind doing superhero movies and what makes kids smile,” he says.

Despite his many illustrious collaborators, Revolori’s most valued piece of industry advice comes from someone he met only once. His mother works at a restaurant in Studio City, and around the time he and Mario told their dad that their passion was acting, she called home to alert them that Dick Smothers—half of the legendary comedy duo the Smothers Brothers—was there having breakfast with his wife. Thanks to YouTube, “I was a huge fan,” says Revolori, so he and Mario dashed over.

“We walk up to him and we shake his hand and we talk to him, and it’s amazing!” Revolori gushes. When they informed him that they were budding actors, Smothers (who once gave a 22-year-old Steve Martin a job) said, “ ‘You guys remind me a lot of me and my brother [Tom],’ ” and proffered this bit of wisdom, made especially poignant by the fact that Smothers later declared bankruptcy: “ ‘Treat everyone like they’re the most important person in the world. Because guess what? Tomorrow they might be. Yesterday they might have been. Today they will be.’ ” As an early teen, Revolori says he replied, “ ‘Great, yeah, yay, woohoo, thank you!’ But as an adult, I understand that so much more now. And so that’s what I’ve tried to carry with myself as much as possible.”

#tony revolori #news #article #long post

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courtneypcastro · 5 years ago

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The Cone of Experience in a Week Capsule

There is not much to reflect on from the past lesson on the History of Technology Education. In summary, from writing on cave walls and stones to using Canvas and Crash Course videos to learn, instruction has evolved along with the evolution of time. There is a question in mind though, was it less effective before? I would say yes and no. Yes, because the works of men in ancient times like the Romans and the Greeks prevailed to this day. In some way, it was better before. Just look at the Colosseum!

Well, I would say no because it’s the technology that we have know that we discover more than there is that meets the eye. Of course, everything has been more convenient. However, just because it’s convenient doesn’t make it more effective.

For this entry, I want to focus on applying the Cone of Experience by Edgar Dale. Why choose this kind of entry? First, it’s super fun to do and second, I think this is why I wanted to be a teacher, because it’s actually super fun to do. So, if you’re not my professor and you’re a teacher who somehow managed to find my blog, I hope some of these ideas are something you would use.

Before I go on, I want to share something about the Cone of Experience.

I mean, tell me that isn’t satisfying to see. Or maybe it’s just me? Alright, maybe it’s just me. Here’s basically what you need to know about the Cone of Experience and all I’ll do from this point is apply it.

My chosen topic is People in the Community. Let’s pretend this is a real scenario:

At the Potter’s Hand School, the Hero Week is being celebrated. The school believes in the power of appreciation and service. This week is dedicated to every person that is part of the community: families, children, workers, leaders, etc. This year, the event focuses on the workers of the community: Teachers, Doctors, Leaders, Engineers, Journalists, etc. The theme will be ‘Your Dream is Everyone’s Dream’. This theme emphasizes that each person in the community is working for a better future for the coming generations. The dreams of children today are every person in the community’s dream. The following plan is the schedule of the week’s activity.

HERO WEEK: Your Dream is Everyone’s Dream

Day 1: INTRO DAY

In the morning, the students will stay in a classroom setting wherein the objective of the week is established. Permission slips for the upcoming field trip that will be happening in four days will also be given out. An overview of the week will be shown to the students and sent to the parents as well.

ACTIVITIES

This is not an activity, rather a classroom set-up. The toys are organized according to their uses. For example, blocks and Lego pieces are in a box with a symbol of architecture or engineering. Cooking materials are put under a culinary symbol. (Picture/Visual Symbols)

The theme song Everything is Awesome from the movie “Lego Movie” will be introduced to the children as an interactive activity. (Still Pictures, Recordings, and Radio)

Students will be given the freedom to group themselves into five (with the guideline of at least three girls and two boys or two girls and three boys to create diversity in one group). Rooms in the school will be set up as an environment of a profession. Each group will go around the school entering each room. In each room, there will be a demonstration and hands on activities. For Example, in the Medics Room, first aid kit (cleaning a wound) will be demonstrated and practiced by the students on manipulative. (Demonstration and Direct-Purposeful Experience)

DAY 2: EXHIBIT DAY

The second day is the least interactive as it focuses more on acquisition through listening and seeing. You can also call the “Info Day” as the set activities really focus on a classroom setting lecture.

ACTIVITIES

In a classroom, a lecture on Heroes of our Community will be held by the teacher. This activity may be or may not be interactive depending on the teacher. Listen attentively, ask questions, and respond to questions are learning outcomes for this lecture. The teacher then will be preparing the students for the exhibit. (Text/Verbal Symbols)

An exhibit will be held within the school which showcases the different outfits, tools, and nature of a profession. With the use of costumes on mannequins and props, an informative exhibit will be ready for the children to enjoy. This may be interactive by preparing costumes and props that the children might try on. Some professionals may also be present to reach out to the children and inform them of their duty. (Exhibit)

DAY 3: GAME DAY

Children love active play. The third day is the perfect way to drain the children and at the same time prepare them for the coming days. It will be an intramural type of day. The students will be divided equally in diverse groups. They may be the same group as Day one. The following activities may be too much or may not be enough for a day. They are mere suggestions and examples

ACTIVITIES

Paint Me A Picture: The children will be given a scenario related to a profession in the community. They are to portray this scenario that they can hold in place as the judges takes a look at each one. Some examples of scenarios may be woman giving birth, a firefighter at work, archaeologists find something strange in a pyramid, etc.

Build-A-Thon: This relay game is carpentry themed. Each team will be racing to build the strongest and tallest tower of blocks. To do this, each person shall put on a vest and a hard hat and place a block. He/she will shake the next person’s hand to repeat the same step. The team can coach each other on how they will be placing the blocks. The strength and height of each tower will be measured after the game.

Catch The Criminal: This game is a tag game with a twist. The goal is to be the fastest team. For every round, each team is assigned as the Police. Under a time limit, they must catch everyone else (criminals) by tagging them. The fastest team to catch all the criminals wins.

Sports Fest: This is not just one game but an intramural in an intramural. The Sports Fest consist of a smaller scale of sports competitions (3 on 3 team sports). Some of these sports are basketball and soccer.

Dodge Ball

Minute-To-Win-It Relay Games

(Contrived Experience)

DAY 4: FIELD TRIP DAY

A TRIP TO KIDZANIA!! WOOHOO!! (https://manila.kidzania.com/en-ph)

DAY 5: SHOWCASE DAY

To end this celebration week, the children will be given the time to voice out their dreams, appreciate other children’s dreams, and applaud those who help them reach their dreams. The students are to wear costumes on this day.

ACTIVITIES

The showcase will feature all of the students as they share their dreams. This may be as simple as “Hi, my name is... When I grow up, I want to be a..., because...” Professionals are also invited to come to this showcase as an encouragement for the children. (Dramatic Experience)

What’s a better way to end a tiring week than just sitting down, watching a movie with a cold drink. That’s just the last activity for the week’s celebration: A Movie Showing. The movie I chose is The Lego Movie because one, the theme song is perfect for the week’s theme, and two, the movie is about a community’s togetherness and solving the problem. (Motion Picture)’

Well, that’s all for now. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed making it. Of course, I hope you’ll have fun executing these activities (if you wish to). So yeah, that’s the Cone of Experience, Preschool Edition!

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popthejackson · 8 years ago

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The best card in Netrunner #1: Keyhole

Multi-access. You need it. Your friends need it. And your deck needs it, since it’s how you win. Unless, that is, you're planning to do something exceptionally anti-social like play DLR, in which case you're beyond help and you clearly have extremely tolerant friends.

The most effective multi-access card in the game is probably Medium. This is because it's fairly cheap, it only takes up 1 MU, and it works beautifully with all the other fun Anarch tools for destroying or efficiently breaking ice. Criminals like it too, and Anarchs can even get a second one down if they’re feeling fancy. Cyberdex Virus Suite is a bit annoying, and Macrophage is very annoying, but both can be recovered from or worked around. Or worked through.

I'll just pop a Parasite on the Macrophage. That makes perfect thematic sense.

The most boring multi-access card in the game is probably R&D Interface, because it's a piece of hardware that just sits there and gives you an extra access each run. Hooray. Woohoo. Nice one, "Mac". At least HQI has a fun looking dog on it.

But the most interesting and exciting multi-access card in the game is Keyhole, today's Best Card in Netrunner.

Keyhole wins this prestigious accolade because it approaches multi-access in entertainingly non-linear fashion. Consider the typical Medium dig, in which the Runner is basically trying to achieve the following three things:

1. steal as many agendas as possible;

2. achieve R&D lock, that wonderful state of bliss in which the Runners knows what the Corp is drawing and the Corp knows that the Runner knows what the Corp is drawing, but can't do anything about it;

2. trash cards, so that future digs go deeper and the Corp doesn't get to use their Jacksons.

The first and the second happen naturally; the third is contingent on how much money you have. What makes Keyhole feels so beautifully Anarchic is that it pushes the trashing to the centre of proceedings. It's not here to steal and it’s not here to learn. It’s here to fuck the Corp up in unpredictable ways. And if its helps the Runner win, well, that’s nice too.

Even if your Keyholing doesn't hit an agenda, a guaranteed, no cost trash every turn is a wonderful thing. You can go hunting for combo pieces, you can snipe operations, you can put potentially awkward bits of ice where they can't do any immediate harm. You can get a sense of what your opponent is trying to do, which is nice, and you can muck it right up, which is nicer. You can also avoid taking damage from any traps that might be lying around.

A Shock? That can go in the bin. Oh, hang on.

And if you do hit an agenda? Well, that goes into the bin, and then off to the bin you go. Though clearly not as efficient as just taking them with Medium, there's something very appropriate about having to go and get everything at the end of the run. If you go fishing with dynamite, you have to paddle out and sift through the mess. (And now that we’re all on Mars, it gives you the chance to play Mad Dash, almost certainly a future Best Card in Netrunner.)

Part of the reason Netrunner works so well is the way the theme, the mechanics, the identities and the back and forth of actual play mesh together to produce, with every game, a story. Frequently a thrilling one, often a farcical one, occasionally a tragic one. At heart, Keyhole stories are very funny:

"Ma'am. We've got a problem. The files, ma'am. They've just ... gone."

"What do you mean, gone? And what files? Speak sense, man!"

"Well ... let's see. We've lost the NASX predictions for the next six months. We've lost at least one of the installation protocols for Archangel. And, well, the project. The big project. The moon project. It's not where it should be."

"So where is it?"

"They ... they appear to have been archived."

"What?! Archived? Who authorised that? They should have gone straight up to HQ!"

"We don't know how, ma'am. But they've been archived and everything else has been moved around and it’s all out of order, ma'am. I don't know where anything is."

"But we've barely protected the archives. Anybody could get in there ..."

[They turn to look at a large screen. A blinking red light appears, and moves slowly towards a large cartoon bin.]

"Is that light ... is that light laughing?"

One of the prices you pay for all this thematically entertaining and occasionally game-winning destruction is the complete absence of R&D lock, but ... pfft. Advancing warning is for cowards. Leave that stuff for the cyber-hippies and their "interfaces".

Another is the fact that you still have to go and get the agendas you've trashed. Any Corp that knows what you're up to will certainly have iced their Archives and the usual accompanying breaker, Eater, isn't going to get you your prizes. So you have to find another way in: summon up a proper breaker; pop a Hades Shard; Siphon away their money until they can't rez anything and just start crying.

The final price has nothing to do with the game but is in some sense the most irritating. Because your poor opponent doesn't just have to sit there and watch you trash all their Hedge Funds for free. They have to shuffle their deck. Every. Single. Time. Even in relatively fair Keyhole decks, this quickly gets tedious; against multi-click monstrosities like Dyper, it's torturous. Practically speaking, it's a card much better suited to playing online, which is kind of sad. You want to grind your opponent into the dust, of course. But not in a physically annoying way.

That said, you're not playing Keyhole to make friends. You're playing Keyhole because your idea of a good time is throwing loads of things into the bin, then running into that bin while cackling wildly. And that's why it's the Best Card in Netrunner. Imagine not wanting to do that.

#netrunner #android #keyhole #anarch

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Awesome an update on the fic! Can't wait for more. And for the prompt ash recruits the theater gang to get Meena and Johnny together but it keeps going wrong until someone just blurts out that they should go out to their face or their plan could work out and then they gloat about it forever

Wooo this one took some thinking but I decided that I would leave it on a cliffhanger and if there is a strong enough response to the idea I will make a couple more installments. I hope that you guys like this one and if you do I’ll make sure that I give it a proper ending.

The Grand Plot Part 1

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called you here today.” Ash spunaround in Moon’s office chair, a cup of StarBuck’s coffee clasped in one handwhile the other rested casually on the arm of the chair. Assembled before herwere her friends, everyone except the topic of the conversation, Meena and Johnny.Rosita, Eddie, Buster, and Gunter were standing on the other side of the desk,looking extremely confused.

Moon eyed her place in his precious chair but Ash just ignored him andtook a long draught of her coffee “We have a serious and super annoying problemon our hands.” she jumped down from the chair and walked over to the front ofthe desk. Everyone else remained silent, waiting to hear what exactly shehad to say.

“There are two idiots here that need a little push. You must havenoticed that Meena and Johnny are missing from this meeting. That’s becausethese two dorks have no idea that they are hopelessly in love with each other.Sooo we are going to help them figure it out.” She put down her coffee andleaned back against the desk, her arms crossed over her chest. “I’m open tosuggestions.”

Gunter immediately raised his hand did an excited little dance to gether attention. Ash sighed and gave everyone else a chance to put up their handbefore grudgingly gesturing for Gunter to share his idea.

Hunter immediately did a little celebration dance and then launched intohis plan. “Ok zo here is vat ve are koing todo. Ve lock zem in ein clozet for ein couble of hours and poom! Zey are inloffe foreffer! It iz genius no?”

For a second they all just looked atGunter in surprise, shocked that a good idea actually came from his rambling,eccentric mind. Gunter just stared back at them, a gigantic smile overtakinghis face.

Ash nodded slowly, a mischievous smilespreading across her face. “I can’t believe that I’m about to say thisbut… that idea is perfect.” She high-fived the energetic pig and anelaborate plot began forming in her mind.

“Except we put them in a practicebooth instead. That way we can see what’s going on.” Ash rubbed her handstogether and let out a little chuckle, “This is gonna be good.”

“Wait.” Buster stopped her inher tracks and she spun around to glare at him. Buster adjusted his tie andstood up as tall as he could, “Now I’m in support of this plan but it mustbe carried out after hours. I don’t want this to interfere with practice timeand show times.” He looked meaningfully at Ash who just rolled her eyesand shrugged.

“Fine. We won’t do it duringpractice.” She grumbled and Buster nodded, satisfied with her answer.

“So you’re in?” She asked andhe grinned at her, nodding his assent.

“Eddie.” She turned to thenervous looking sheep and he immediately froze under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Uhhhh.” He looked down atBuster who gave him an encouraging grin and a good-natured shove. Eddieshrugged and nodded to Ash who mentally tallied up her squad. She didn’t evenask Gunter considering that he gave her the plan on a silver platter, and he wasgenerally excited about anything. She turned to Rosita, her final recruit, whowas nervously fiddling with her bright yellow purse.

“What is it Rosita?” She askedand Rosita let out a small sigh.

“I’m just not sure that we should meddle in something likethis. I mean what happens if our plan backfires and they end up hatingeach other! We can’t destroy their friendship.” The panic rose in her voice andshe clutched her bag tighter to her chest. Ash hurried over to her and put acomforting hand on her back. She rubbed it gently to calm her down andlooked around awkwardly for help but everyone was just watching them withconcerned looks on her face. Ash could see that she was losing them to Rosita’sdoubts so she quickly tried to recover the situation.

“C’mon guys. This is Meena and Johnny we’re talking about.I’m pretty sure that Johnny doesn’t even have the ability to insult someone, oreven be impolite I’m pretty sure. Also do you really think that Meena couldever hate anyone? Especially Johnny.” The worried looks disappeared as shespoke and slowly she felt their confidence in the plan coming back. “Plusthis is an awesome mission. These two deserve each other and you know it.”

Rosita nodded confidently and stood up from the chair she hadbeen perched on and put her hand up in the air. “Let’s do this!”Everyone else quickly joined in one the pow wow except for Ash,who watched them with a grimace on her face and her arms crossed over herchest. Buster saw that she wasn’t joining them and frowned, gesturing for herto join them.

“C’mon moody teenager. This is your plan and if you want togo through with it you need to put your hand in the circle.” Ash groaned andreluctantly added her hand on top of the pile and everyone else threw theirhands up in the air and cheered.

“Woohoo.” Ash said sarcastically and moved as far away fromthem as she could. “Adults are such dorks.” she murmured to herself andthe banged her fist on the desk to get everyone’s attention once more.

“We don’t have much time to come up with a solid plan beforeMeena and Johnny get back from getting lunch so let’s get to work people. Iwant this thing completely hashed out before we try anything. Let’s get towork.” She clapped her hands and for the next couple of days they all met upand worked on the plan, going over it over and over again until everyone knewthe details by heart. Meanwhile, Meena and Johnny continued their obliviousdance, admiring each other from afar and generally driving anyone in on theplan crazy.

Finally, a couple days later they were ready. Everything wasin place, all of the variables had been thought of and everyone knew their rolein the plot. Rosita would ask them to meet her in the practice room, Gunterwould “accidentally” lock them in the room, and Buster and Eddie would rigthe lights and the sound in the practice room so that Ash could see everythingfrom command central. She had set up a command central in the rafters above theroom, where she could have the perfect view without Johnny and Meena being ableto see her.

She watched eagerly from above as Rosita pulled Meena asideand said something inaudible to her. The gentle elephant smiled and nodded inconfirmation before wandering away to help with the final cleanup of the stage.Not even a minute later, Rosita was talking to Johnny about himmeeting her in the aforementioned practice room. The gorilla nodded and thenwalked away to help Meena lift a particularly heavy piece of the set. Ashrolled her eyes as she watched their interactions. Meena was a blushing,stuttering mess, and Johnny was falling all over himself trying to be agentleman for her.

A few minutes later Johnny walked into the practice roomand sat down on the stool in front of the mirrors. Ash watched him spin aroundon the stool like a child for a little bit before Meena walked into the room.As soon as Meena entered the practice room, Ash signaled Gunter who gave her adouble thumbs up before slipping on his noise cancelling headphones andgrabbing the keys from the wall hang nearby.

Ash turned the binoculars back towards the practice room andwatched as Johnny finally registered Meena’s presence and leapt off of thestool mid-spin, stumbling slightly. Ash rolled her eyes as she was forced towatch their awkward dance once more. She handed the binoculars over to Busterwho was waiting eagerly next to her.

“I can’t watch this crap anymore it’s gonna make me barf.”she said dramatically and Buster eagerly took them from her, whispering aplay-by-play to Eddie who was hanging on his every word like an old womanlistening to her soap opera.

Ash sighed and picked up her third StarBuck’s coffee ofthe day, drinking deeply from her precious paper cup. Suddenly Bustergasped and Eddie’s grip on his shoulder tightened.

“They’re leaving!” he gasped and Ash ripped the binocularsaway from him so fast that he got whiplash. She growled when she saw Meena andJohnny picking up their stuff and talking as they walked to the door. Shescanned around the practice rooms, searching desperately for Gunter. She foundhim dancing a few feet away, paying no attention to his actual mission. Shealmost yelled in frustration, but that would break her cover, so she ground herteeth together instead. She quickly texted Rosita who was still on stagedistracting Mrs. Crawly. A few seconds later Rosita rushed in and as soon asshe caught sight of Gunter she tossed a couple of candies at him until she gothis attention. Ash watched her desperate motions towards the room where Meenaand Johnny were preparing to leave. Gunter’s eyes widened when he finallyunderstood the dire situation that they were in. He practically dove for thedoor and jammed the key in the lock, locking the door just as Johnny reachedfor the door and turned the knob. The knob refused to open and Johnny jiggledit in confusion as Gunter army crawled away from the door over to where Rositawas waiting. Once Gunter was up off the ground, Rosita dragged him out of sightand away from where Johnny or Meena would see them.

Ash almost cackled in delight as she watched Johnny pull atthe door and bang on the windows in confusion. Meena was trying her cell phonebut the signal inside of the practice rooms was terrible and she couldn’t seemto get a call through. Ash settled into her seat and prepared herself for thelong haul. I’m not leaving here until these two admit their feelings foreach other.

Two hours later Ash was ready to give up. She was slumped inthe chair that she had set up and she was feeling severely caffeine-deprived.She gazed longingly at the empty paper cup that she had been cuddling since shehad finished it two hours ago. She tossed it and sat up, picking up thebinoculars that she had discarded. She glared at Buster who was snoring loudlyfrom where he was curled up next to a sleeping Eddie whose drool was coveringthe pillow he was sleeping on. She prayed that they weren’t still playing cardslike they had been for the past hour. She could only watch those two lovesickidiots play go fish so many times.

She gasped when she actually found them doing somethinginteresting. Meena was leaning on Johnny’s shoulder as he talked aboutsomething that he Ash couldn’t make out. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”she whispered to herself and adjusted the binoculars so that she was focused onher friends rather than the room around them.

Just when it looked like they were getting somewhere theyboth sat up and broke into huge grins. Confused, Ash zoomed out and lookedaround the room, trying to find the source of this sudden change. When shefinally found the source she sat there and gaped for what felt like years. Mrs.Crawly had waddled in unnoticed and unlocked the door. Their closed room ideahad failed because of one old lizard. She watched in despair as her friendsexited the room and went their separate ways, waving as they walked away. Aftera few minutes of looking at an empty room and wondering how such a perfectlywell thought out plan could fail so spectacularly. Finally she threwdown the binoculars in frustration, slid down in the chair, and let out afrustrated groan.

“Damn.” she whispered to herself and then shrugged and curledup in the chair to fall asleep.

There’s always another chance tomorrow.

#fanfiction #meena x johnny #give me prompts #sing the movie #the grand plot part 1

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