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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 3 years

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a discussion of jabberwock with team interaction hcs + deeper nash analysis

for anon who asked "Can we get some headcanons for jabberwock members or like headcanons when they're together? (its okay if it was jason or nash only)" and made me realise it's about time i get these guys' personalities down

note before we start: cause i didn't know their names until i wrote this

zack is the bald one, allen is the one with a headband, nick is the other white guy apart from nash.

team hcs

nick gets bullied for being under 6ft, but not by jason

nah good old jason teases all of them for being short fucks, emphasising that they’re all 5ft tall in comparison to him

he 100% lifts things out of the others' reach and then laughs for ages after when they try get them

unfortunately though, they’re all used to this and now just ignore him. either that or nash stares at him so intensely jason actually repents and hands it back

zack’s another one with a very good glare, but he’s used it too often on jason and it’s since stopped working.

also jason gives me ‘straightens his back as much as possible when getting measured so he’ll measure in as 7ft’ vibes

oh and he thinks he could wrestle a gator and win. i’ve got no explanation for that except for the fact you can't tell me it's ooc.

allen’s very protective over his white headband - it’s his lucky item - but he’d never let anyone know that

he’s confident in his abilities like the rest of them, but there’s nothing wrong with wearing a headband just in case

(nash knows anyway)

they watch nba matches together and do not shut up once throughout the entire match - lots of jeering, booing each other if someone criticises a player they like, lots of “i could do that”, lots of “get your fucking hand out of my popcorn do you want me to punch you in the face” etc

they used to all live together, but nash has since moved out. he was sick and tired of trying to make people do chores, as the only one who kept their room clean.

yeah the others’ house looks like a heap of trash but also very much “where’s my toothbrush?” “it’s in the third coke can by the orange peel behind the sink” *silence* “yeah thanks” *a minute later* “who the fuck has been using my toothbrush”

they’re all “bro your dribbling sucks why are you on this team loser” to one another, but also very protective (aka arrogant for one another) if anyone else Dared to criticise one of their teammates

then again, what kind of person would criticise jabberwock

half of the time he spends with jabberwock, nash is a Single Mother TM trying to get a bunch of man children to behave; the other half of the time, he's just as bad as the rest of them

i talk about this a lot but i get the feeling nash is an exceptionally hard worker, but at least he gets to let his hair down around his teammates sometimes

nash is also the only person jason thought was truly ‘strong’ at first sight

and nash is also the only person who can beat jason in a fight, and also the only person who can get nash to train, and also the only person who can.. [etc. you see my point].

(n.b jason calls himself the ‘almighty me’, nash says that ‘even god can’t beat me’. point made.)

you know how jason silver’s motto is “I have never thought”

imagine him proudly stating that, before zack adds with a straight face, “yeah cause nash does it for you.”

in short, the team would fall apart without nash.

although the team’s communication and coordination is very fine tuned, nash is the guy who keeps everything in order off the court to prevent what is essentially a team of aces ('main characters', if you will) from falling apart

they hang out together a lot, but do all have other friend groups that do not overlap

team bbqs

unofficial rule not to criticise anchovies on pizza because the one time nick did, nash snapped

however pineapple on pizza is fair game, even though zack quite likes it

more than once, jason has brought a girl home and nick has stolen her attention away with effortless trick shots, funky ball manoeuvring etc

more than once nick has had to trek to nash’s place (with a black eye) at midnight to have somewhere to sleep

do you see a correlation?

oh and everyone in the team has been walked in on by nash when they were naked with some girl

nash has absolutely no shame

he apologises to the girl with a charming albeit insincere tone, and then remains standing in front of the bed/couch until his teammate does what he expected of them

usually it involves not having come to practice

allen learnt a few (emphasis on ‘few’) words of japanese before they travelled to japan and was disappointed that he never got to use them

that said, one of those words was hentai

and now a quick analysis of some panels

a) so there's at least one player who wasn't underestimating vorpal swords. if i were to overanalyse, i'd add that nick's wearing a hoodie (possibly athletic wear) whilst nash has a 'fancy' shirt on; perhaps nick wasn't expecting them to be going to host clubs instead of chilling/training?

b) i know what you're thinking: "how can you say nash is a hard worker when he didn't want to practice for the match". i reckon he was still pretty high on the complete and utter success of their previous match, that plus being around girls, encouraged him to have a more 'jason-y' personality. (either that or fujimaki didn't want to add too much depth/realism into nash's character bc he's unequivocally the villain, right? and obviously this helps with the plot and the jabberwock bad geniuses gom good geniuses rhetoric.)

earlier, i mentioned how nash is the only one that could keep the team together, and is thus the undeniable head of the team; here's a clear example. you can see both jason and zack have no interest in continuing - if anything, there's disgust in their faces, kinda just saying "we spat on all of japan, now we can go home". whereas nash won't allow for the slightest of possibilities that there might exist a team stronger than them, and hence agrees to the match. the key thing here is that the others do as he says without too much fuss.

another thing to note is nash's reference to harakiri. now what can we make of that, alongside his proficiency in japanese, in relation to his character? the way i see it, he's either a weeb or possibly has some japanese lineage. (you could spin that even further and say his mother was japanese, taught him the language, then abandoned him, and hence his almost excessive hatred/mockery of the japanese people.) (is that why he wanted to do another match in japan..?)

just a quick point. "thanks to him" - jason isn't so superior as to think that he could win this match effortlessly without nash's support. links pretty nicely with my earlier idea about how nash is the only person jason has always considered 100% strong.

yet another point about how nash is the strongest of the team in pretty much every way you can think of. you know how scary/powerful you have to be to shut jason up (after he's getting real pissed from being prevented from scoring?)

i personally think this is a pretty important panel, though i've never seen anyone mention it before. did nash grow up training in a professional basketball training situation, as opposed to growing up playing streetball like i suspect the others did? well, to answer that question, imma bring in another panel.

here we see visible rage on nick, zack and jason's faces - they can't accept their loss, which is fair enough. but i'd argue that nash's face seems to depict sadness more than it does anger like to rest of them, look at how downturned his mouth is - and he's looking away from the 'camera', as if hiding his shame.

when you combine that with what he says here, i have no doubt that this is someone who has experienced some proper lows in basketball - as would be expected from someone who's played 'properly'. he's possibly not even a prodigy like the rest of them - compare jason's motto with his. "i have never thought" versus "do not suppose opportunity will knock twice at your door".

there's various lines of thinking you could design with this - he might have been trained by alex (hence, himuro having heard of jabberwock, though he should have known of a team as popular of jabberwock regardless), he might have grown up with professional basketballer parents etc. but here's my own little theory:

nash received serious basketball training from early on - maybe because his parents were living vicariously through him, or maybe he always loved the sport and wanted to be no1. so there he was training away, but, as he grew older, it started getting all a bit too much.

he didn't want to dedicate his entire life to basketball. after all, his hobby is water sports and his speciality is boxing; that's a lot of different things to be keeping up with, whereas the pipeline for promising athletes demands people focus solely on basketball. as a result, nash become bitter: stopped attending practice regularly, got in trouble for trash talk of increasing severity, etc.

result was he was kicked out of the program.

only when he was no longer playing basketball again, did he realise how much he missed it. and hence he got into streetball, where he was tremendously successful as someone with so much training, 'elite skills', and the overly confident attitude to boot.

then, one fateful day, he met jason and the rest is history.

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voidix · 2 years

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Masamune -Not Yu- should have been the substitute or How to not introduce a new character

So Masamune Kadoya. I feel like he’s a very polarised character in the fandom. Either you really and I mean REALLY like him or he gets on your nerves like a fly buzzing around the room you can never seem to catch.

My personal opinion on him is eh irrelevant to this discussion as I’m trying to be as objective as possible in this post. That being said I know a lot of my negative emotions that I feel/felt towards him stem from the way he is introduced.

When Masters starts we literally have no idea who this guy is except that he keeps calling himself the No1 blader with nothing to back up his loud mouth. As a viewer i was like uhm.. And the more he interacts with the gang the more he seems like a less intelligent less charismatic copy of Gingka.

So when he gets to be a main player in Team Gan Gan Galaxy instead of Yu or Tsubasa we as the viewers who are already attached to Yu and Tsubasa and have seen their strengths just feel like ??? What?? Why this guy??? It doesn’t add up??? Yes we see him train this one time but I personally as a viewer have no reason to cheer for him to be on the team when it could have been two beloved characters which makes you just really frustrated and you’re wondering how did he beat them but not in wonder but in annoyance because he literally came out of nowhere and I’m supposed to believe this guy with Gingka’s worst traits turned up 20 fold is so good he becomes a main player on team Japan? AND IM SUPPOSED TO ROOT FOR HIM NOW?? It’s just frustrating from an emotional perspective.

Especially when we have seen the anime successfully introduce an - at the time- overpowered and mysterious character: Yu

Yes there is a very good reason I mentioned him by name in the title. Yu’s introduction is very well done. We see Doji recruit him in the desert where we get a teaser for his power. During the survival battle Blader DJ announces someone has beaten 10 players at once. Then the fight with Hikaru Kenta and Benkei where he takes all of them out. At this point we have been teased enough to know this kid is no joke. So when he not only beats Kyoya but also Gingka in the final of the survival battle it doesn’t feel like it came out of nowhere. We had seen Yu’s power in action before we had seen him defeat strong blader after strong blader. So his victory in the survival battle made perfect sense. You were impressed instead of being like what???

“So Hani how would you fix that and still keep the pacing of metal masters?” Well besties it’s in the title. Instead of having him be a main player make him the substitute. It would have been a much more interesting story to have him kind of an underdog that slowly grows to be one of the strongest bladers in the world.

Not to mention it would give us a perfect parallel to Zeo

Towards the end of metal masters there is some focus put on the arrangement system vs the bladers spirit. And since the dungeon trio were the core of the HD Academy arc it would have been very interesting to have Zeo as kind of representative for the arrangement system and Masamune who used to be weak but became stronger because of his bladers spirit. Both doing it for Toby. That would have made Zeo’s win even more emotional and it would have created more tension because you’d genuinely be scared and would have no idea if Gan Gan Galaxy would actually win this.

“But hani THEYRE the main characters it would be obvious they’d win!” Would it tho? Let’s compare. I’m the metal fusion finale Gingka vs Ryuga it was pretty obvious who would win we had two episodes left there was no way Gingka would lose. Here however? Damian vs Gingka is around episode 40 and we have 51 episodes in this season. You would not actually know if they’d win immediately because there are still more than a few episodes to go.

I know this post is low-key all over the place but I hope you guys could kinda understand where I’m coming from and If you want to start a discussion I’m all ears.

#beyblade metal fusion #metal fight beyblade #beyblade metal fury #Masamune Kadoya #mfb #zeo abyss #Yu Tendo

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gerbiloftriumph · 3 years

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The Silence Between Snowflakes

(also on ao3) ~ 3/8 - The Stories That Really Matter

~*~*~

The storm was bigger than expected. Daventry woke to a fresh blanket of snow at least two feet high in places, and more still on the way. The guards grumbled and manned their shovels.

Rosella and Alexander sat in her room while the snow continued to fall, playing the new and improved Battle of Wits—when Valanice walked past, she could hear them laughing (laughing! Her boy, laughing!) and Alexander whimpering in pain as another arrow nicked his thumb. They were playing less to win as they were to hit each other, it sounded like.

Siblings.

After a hot lunch, Graham held his usual audience hours. He wasn’t sure if anyone would show up in this weather, but if anything major was impending he needed to know about it. Between the potential goblins and the endless snow, he was sure something would come up. Alexander quietly asked if he might try sitting in, too, to see what Graham did as a king. All those walks had done good, it seemed, sparking his curiosity. Graham was absolutely delighted, stocking the lad with blankets and hot drinks and making sure he had a good view in case people came.

And they did. Crusted with snow, peeling slushy gloves and scarves from their hands and faces, they came to make their reports. They were uneasy about the weather, primarily. It was too early in the season for this sort of thing, and Graham was quite sure it wasn’t going to ease up as the winter went on—his people felt the same.

“I just don’t know if we have enough wood stockpiled,” Amaya warned.

“Whisper is happy to collect more, but Whisper isn’t sure about being able to support the whole village,” Whisper added. “But Whisper has been emphasizing arm day, so Whisper can do it.”

Graham considered. They had some options: they should definitely cancel the annual huge marshmallow roast, that was easy enough. Perhaps they could also thin out some of the encroaching trees on Pillare Hill, if she would be amenable to that suggestion. She’d complained once about how gloomy her hill was starting to look, and clearing back some of the branches might brighten it again. He made a note to talk to her about it as soon as possible, told Whisper he wouldn’t need to do everything himself, and promised they could certainly keep warm for a good long while together no matter what.

The fear about the village roofs groaning under the snow was valid—one of the older houses on the edge of the wall had snapped under the pressure, timbers shedding snow inside the rooms. No one had been hurt, but Graham immediately dispatched a team of guards to clear the rest of the rooftops now, and invited the displaced villagers to stay in the castle.

Nervous questions about goblins were repeated again and again, and Graham listened patiently to each new worry. Concerns about consumables were constant. If they were stealing clothes, might they steal food next? What might happen if the flour ran low? If they dug their tunnels into the vegetable cellars? Graham ordered another fully updated inventory done of the castle’s holdings, and walked the villagers through the plans No1 had put together, careful to point out what each villager would find most relevant.

Bramble was especially apprehensive about the wedzels trying to break into town to escape the chill in the forests. She’d heard them howling in the forest in the night, thought she heard them prowling the streets outside her shop. Graham would have the gates reinforced and extra torches placed around the paths. He explained that they tended to scare away from blue-flamed light in particular; he had learned that in the knight tournament all those years ago. She smiled, satisfied with the response.

Hours whirled past like snowflakes. Graham stretched out the knots in his back between petitioners, glancing at Alexander to make sure he was comfortable. He was curled on the bench like a cat, watchful, with an unreadably blank expression as he absorbed everything his father did. Every word he spoke, every movement of his hand.

They were prepared. Daventry was capable of surviving even the bleakest winters, Graham knew. But it wouldn’t be easy, and the wary looks on his citizens’ faces told him they knew it wouldn’t be, either. And if the second half was worse than this first, then they would want to start getting ready now.

“What did you think?” Graham asked later, breaking open a heel of bread and dipping it in his soup. No standing on ceremony or manners on a frozen night when there was no one but his family around him. The fireplace crackled and snapped behind him, pouring blessed heat into the informal dining hall.

“Interesting,” Alexander said. “You’re...very patient.” The unspoken words: Unlike Manannan.

“I’ve got to be,” Graham said. “You’ll hear a lot of the same questions again and again, but you’ve got to give them all your full attention like they’re the first person to have brought it up. It helps them trust you, shows that you’ll listen, that you’ll care. I’m not sure every other kingdom works like that, but this one does.”

“Still,” Valanice said distractedly, swirling her spoon through her bowl, “this is the strangest winter I can remember. I wonder what the Hobblepots would have had to say about this—maybe it’s like this every hundred years?”

“They weren’t that old,” Graham protested. “Still. I’ll have a look through the history books. If there’s anything like this, it’ll be mentioned somewhere, I’m sure.” And maybe give me some clue about what might happen next.

“It’s good for snowmen,” Rosella said, mouth full of bread. “Packs together really well.”

“Hard to shovel,” No2 groaned, wincing, as he carried a pitcher of water around the table. “I’m going to feel that for a week.”

“Someone needs to make sure you stay in shape,” No1 said drily from his post near the door.

Graham smiled. “I asked Olfie about hiring him and Pillare to scoop out the main roads. That should free up the guards for patrols and other tasks.”

“I can’t imagine she was best pleased at that.” No2 gently put the pitcher back on the serving board.

“As compensation, she wants the castle to fund an order with Acorn for a new winter cap and matching gloves. She wants embroidery. Birds, is what I heard last. She keeps changing her mind. It’s going to take ‘til the end of winter to get it done, Acorn says.”

“Her hands are as big as he is!”

“It’s a good challenge, is what I told him,” Graham said. “He’s even looking forward to it, I think.”

Outside, the snow continued to drift.

~*~*~*~

“Alexander.”

He didn’t look at Rosella. His chin was in his hands, and he was staring out the window with a look of intense thoughtfulness, mulling over something. His lips were moving as he thought, but he made no sound.

“Alexaaaander.”

Still nothing.

Very quietly, not sure it would work or should even be said: “Gwydion?”

He instantly leapt to his feet and tumbled into a haphazard bow, all awkward limbs and nervous babble, “Yessir, sorry, sir, what can I do—oh. Um. Sorry, hi. Sorry.”

“Oh no, no, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t think that you’d...I’m so sorry. But. Look, Alexander, are you okay? You’ve been sitting there for at least twenty minutes. I’ve walked past twice and tried to talk to you each time and you haven’t noticed.”

It had felt like just a minute or two. “Fine.”

“You’ve got this look on your face, though. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yes.”

She leaned against the bookcase. “What’s the question?”

“Sorry?”

“You always have some question about Daventry when you get that look. So, what is it? I bet I know the answer.”

He looked down at his hands. “I’m trying to figure out what this means,” he admitted, and he thumped his fist into his open palm. “The king...uh, Dad does it a lot. Especially before audience hours. I just...is it some spell, or something?” It didn’t feel magical, and he was quite sure he would be able to tell, but maybe he had missed something.

“Oh! No, no, that’s an Achaka salute.”

“A...a what? Ah—chaka?”

“You’ve been here for weeks and you haven’t heard that story yet? Dad’s slipping. Here, let me introduce you.” She went to the entrance hall, Alexander lagging behind her a few paces. “This,” she said, gesturing widely, “is Achaka.”

Alexander looked around, but the only person here was Royal Guard Number Two standing post by the door, and Alexander was quite sure his name was Matt. Not that he was supposed to call the royal guards by their real names. Rosella had told him everyone’s names but had also mentioned that No1 was pretty big on formal protocol, which made Alexander immediately want to forget them so he couldn’t make a mistake. Regardless. Not Achaka. He looked again, and then realized. “The statue?”

“Well, the real Achaka died ages ago. Waaay back when Dad first came to Daventry. They met, and Achaka helped him get through the Knight Tournament that Dad needed to win if he wanted a chance at being king. So, they were looking for an eye, ‘cos Number One said they had to have one for their entrance tickets, and Achaka hadn’t come back to turn his in, and there was this dragon, and...” she stopped, and looked at the statue. “This is a boring way to tell the story. Dad does it so much better.”

“Pardon me, Princess Rosella,” No2 said, leaning forward. “I think I know a better way to tell it.”

Ten minutes later, Rosella, Alexander, and No2 were tearing the sitting room apart, putting cushions here and there to represent different cave entrances, building up a little maze of small spaces, all the while explaining the backstory of what was going on to Alexander. Rosella handed him a decorative bowl and said, “This can be a glowing mushroom, so you can put that wherever you want.”

Royal Guard Number One said from the door, “What are you doing?” Alexander froze, almost dropping the bowl in his sudden nervousness.

“Oh! Number One!” Rosella clapped her hands. “Excellent! Will you help us?”

No1 stared at the mountain of pillows they’d stacked precariously by the window. It was teetering madly, and looked like breathing on it wrong would knock the whole thing over. “Help?”

No2 got to his feet. He’d been tying curtain pulls together to make one long cord. “We need you to be Achaka,” he said.

“...I’m sorry, I must repeat myself. What are you doing?”

“Reenacting the dragon attack for Prince Alexander. We wanted to explain what an Achaka salute was, and this is a better way of doing it, we thought. More...emotional.” No2 surveyed the pillow pile, and then began climbing.

“Indeed. And you want me to play...”

No2 swayed to keep his balance while tying the rope he’d made to the top of the window frame. “Achaka, yeah. You don’t have to say anything, or really do much. Except maybe you can say ‘Achaka’ if you really want to get into it. Otherwise, you can just stand there looking stern. Pretend to shoot an arrow. That’s probably about it for the most part.”

“Right. And who are you playing in this...?”

“Young Graham, of course.” No2 slid down the pillow mountain. “For my bubbly and likeable personality and terrific bouts of energy.”

“I’m the dragon,” Rosella interjected.

“Of course you are,” No1 said.

“Raaar.” She made a face and held her fingers up like claws, then broke down giggling, enjoying herself tremendously.

No2 clasped his gauntlets together and made a pleading sort of noise. “Please, Number One, it’s for the young prince’s sake. We wouldn’t ask you otherwise.”

“Yes, Number Two, you would. And have. And I refused last time, too.”

“Yeah, but this time it’s for a good cause.”

“The radish eating contest opening ceremony was ‘for a good cause,’ too,” he said, sharply.

“It was, though.”

“Please, Number One,” Rosella added, putting on her brightest diplomatic smile.

Alexander fidgeted with the bowl behind them, watching. There was no way. He’d seen how No1 acted around the other guards. Seen how stiff and stern he was, how dry and sarcastic and...

About ten minutes later, King Graham walked past the room. He froze mid step, then walked backward past the door again, staring at the bizarre tableau in the sitting room. No1 was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, looking like he was regretting every single decision he’d ever made in his life, while Rosella clung to his leg, pretending to bite it. No2 was running across the room holding onto a curtain rope as though he was swinging on it, and Alexander was supervising the whole thing from a pile of cushions in the corner, an audience of one.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah, Your Majesty. This...” No1 glanced at the disarray, at the princess clawing at his boot, and said, dry as bone in an unquestionable tone, “Training. We’re trying out a new form of training.”

“Rosella, is that your mother’s green eye makeup all over your cheeks?”

“No, of course not. It’s the lighting in here, it’s very dim,” Rosella said, from around No1’s leg. The room was perfectly lit with that bright, cold, sunshine-on-snow white light, what with the curtains held open with cushions. The curtain ties were all clutched in No2’s hands, a single long cord that looked like a vine in his hands. Or an escape rope.

Graham took a second look, and then dawning realization crossed his face. He grinned. “So, I’m going to guess Number Two is me?”

“Got it in one, Sire,” No2 said cheerfully. “On account of my bubbly and likeable personality and terrific bouts of energy.” (No1 couldn’t quite stop his exasperated sigh.)

“Naturally. I wouldn’t expect anyone else.” Graham looked at Alexander. “Does this...performance make any sense?”

“Um.”

“I think you need a narrator to actually explain what you’re doing to your audience,” Graham said to the three actors. “Shall we take it from the top?” He smiled. “Let me tell you a story. A story about what it means to be brave even when you don’t think you can be, even when you’re facing the biggest threat imaginable. Ready?”

~*~*~*~

A castle couldn’t be stuffy. It was huge, with spiraling passages and enormous rooms and high ceilings. It was full of the hustle and bustle of people, but it was easy enough to find quiet little corners and stay away from everyone.

But Alexander still felt hemmed in. As the weeks turned to months, as the calendar spun deeper into winter, it started feeling even more claustrophobic, somehow. Surrounded by choking tapestries and detailed paintings of people he didn’t know and endless rows of doors lining labyrinthian hallways. The walks with the king helped him feel less trapped, but he started slipping out by himself whenever he could. It was weird to have the freedom to go wherever he wanted whenever he wanted. No one ever stopped him or demanded to know what he was doing. No one ever watched him.

Except...someone was watching him now. He felt the familiar prickle on the back of his neck, a sense he’d refined over the years living with...that wizard. He pushed down the forest path a little faster, trying to act uncaring like he figured a prince probably should be. Most of the trails were too snowed under to walk, but someone had been keeping this one fairly clear—he realized he was about to find out who.

“Your form is all wrong,” a voice called out.

Alexander skidded to a stop, slipping in the snow. “I’m...sorry?”

“You’ll never manage to get to a decently paced jog with that sort of biscuit placement. You’ll trip over your toes. You must build up to the more intensive leg days, but if you haven’t got a good form, you’re defeating yourself.”

It was a booming, boisterous, braggy sort of voice. Alexander nervously stepped back a pace. “Have we met?”

“Surely you haven’t forgotten Whisper!” The voice was offended now.

“Oh. Oh!” Usually, Alexander had the shield of the king or his sister to hide behind when one of the Daventry citizens approached. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now, by himself, without their cues. “Sorry. Whisper. Of course.” He clamped his mouth shut again, afraid he was going to do something wrong.

The knight was leaning against a directional signpost. “This is Whisper’s jogging trail,” the knight said, thumbing at the well-trodden path. He had earmuffs on over his helmet, which seemed entirely to defeat the purpose of earmuffs. “Whisper is more than happy to share the traffic, but only if the traffic stays in the correct lane. You aren’t ready for the fast track yet, Prince Alexander. Not with that mediocre run.”

“Oh, please, not...not Prince. I’m just…just Alexander. And I wasn’t actually running,” Alexander said warily. “I was only walking. I can, um. Walk somewhere else, though. Good...good day?” He tried a nervous little half bow and started to creep down the path.

“Aaah, wait, wait, wait!” Whisper said, standing in Alexander’s way. “Come now, if you have forgotten Whisper, then that simply isn’t good! We have yet to exchange tales of bravery, because had you heard such a tale then you could not have forgotten me!”

“I don’t have any tales of bravery, though,” Alexander said, sidestepping into the snow. “It’s, uh, good to see you again, Whisper. I’ll just...”

“But your tale is the bravest of them all,” Whisper said, and now he seemed confused. “Isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Grand escapes, magic, dragons—”

“—there wasn’t actually a dragon. I don’t know why everyone keeps thinking there was a dragon.”

“Oh. But. Dragons add such a spice to a story. Perhaps we should add one.”

“I’d rather not.”

“I can help you pen your tale, if needed,” Whisper offered. “Whisper is good at adding outlandish details that grab your audience’s attention and whirl them through the tale!” He leapt from place to place as he spoke, making elaborate hand gestures, and then added, much more quietly, “Even if the tale isn’t strictly true.”

“I’d really rather not,” Alexander repeated. “Thank you, but another time.”

“Whisper shall be here! Whisper is always here! Unless Whisper is with Amaya, and then Whisper is in town. With Amaya. You understand, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Have you met the beautiful lady Amaya?” Whisper asked, fully distracted and starting up the conversation again as though they hadn’t just been moving through the niceties of farewell. “She is most delicate. The sweetest flower, the fluffiest cloud, the tallest peak, to be adored. The finest, most talented, most clever lady in all the lands! Her stories shall be trumpeted from the mountaintops! By yours truly, of course,” he added, pointing to himself so hard that his thumb bounced off his chest plate with a metallic ringing sound.

“Delicate,” Alexander repeated, wondering if he was thinking of someone else. Maybe there were two Amayas in town. The one he had briefly met could hammer together an iron gate without breaking a sweat. But maybe there were different types of delicate?

“I shall expect you to carry on her tale as well,” Whisper said earnestly. “A tale must be retold by many to become a legend, and once it is a legend, then it creates immortals, and my dear Amaya shall indeed be an immortal legend! Like me. But first you must hear the stories, since you have not lived them with us. And then we shall work on your own tale.”

Expectations. Stories. Things he didn’t know.

He thought about the story the king had told about Achaka. What that story had meant. Daventry, as far as Alexander could tell, thrived on the power of tales, perhaps in part because of its leader and his delight with words. But Alexander didn’t know any of the stories himself, and he didn’t want to tell the one that he had survived.

The problem was that everyone knew each other so well already. He felt like an intruder crashing in on a story in the third act, an audience member trying to fill in the gaps of a play after they’d missed most of it.

No one had said anything to him about it yet, but he had felt a weight of expectation settling on his shoulders the moment he’d woken up in that sickbed with his family hovering over him. His family that, incidentally, happened to be royalty. He was heir to a throne he hadn’t even known about until a few months ago. Daventry had been a name written on a map in the wizard’s office with throwing darts embedded in it, and that was about it.

Until now.

Now, he could sense the confidence from its people that he would learn the stories and tend to it, like King Graham did now. That Alexander would continue his father’s legacy. His story.

He had gone outside of the castle to get away from the sense of being tied down, from the tapestries and the paintings and the weight of hundreds of years of leadership. All the stories, endless and complicated and wrapped together and important to its people.

But the expectation of stories had followed him out here, too. Whisper was certain Alexander would listen and understand. The knight was watching him with a puppy’s eagerness, excited to explain why he loved the blacksmith so much, another story to Daventry’s history, another tale that Alexander should already know. That he would have known, if he hadn’t been in Llewdor, been a different person.

There was guilt, and frustration, and a desire to know, all shoved into a box in his mind that he dared not open.

Alexander could probably understand these people and their needs, but Gwydion definitely couldn’t. He didn’t know any good tales. He wasn’t good at playing games. He wasn’t even coordinated, apparently, as Whisper had pointed out. And he was terrified everyone was going to find out that he wasn’t a prince, wasn’t even “just” Alexander, that he was still Gwydion.

After hearing Graham’s story about Achaka, Alexander had gone to the tallest tower he could find in the castle. Standing there, alone, looking out at the snow-covered country, thinking of the expectations that were starting to press on his shoulders, he had tried out the salute. It hadn’t felt like anything at all. It had felt pointless. Graham had said it was supposed to help center you and help you find courage, but he still felt lost and afraid.

If he’d been Prince Alexander, someone who belonged there, maybe things would be different. But Gwydion didn’t deserve the salute. Didn’t deserve to be in Daventry.

Still.

Whisper wanted to tell him a story right now. And enough stories, enough knowledge, could change things. He had taught himself magic and escaped the wizard’s manor. Maybe more stories about Daventry would help him escape Gwydion. And, cautiously, he nodded. He let Whisper tell him another story, and he listened, and he learned.

~*~*~*~

Gwendolyn lifted her head. “Grandpa? Did Dad really say all that?”

Graham smiled. “Later, he did mention some conversation with Whisper, and the general gist of it. I confess, I wasn’t there. Storyteller’s discretion, you know.” He sipped a glass of water and waited for her to continue. She had a look on her face that said she was possibly finally ready to explain what had been bothering her earlier.

“It’s just.” She had been sitting on the bed, holding the canopy’s bedpost and running her fingers along the carvings as she listened, but now she slipped down, wandering toward the fireplace. “It’s just. That’s. Kinda what Gart said to me.”

“What did he say?”

“That I don’t belong here.” She sank into the rocking chair and started kicking herself back and forth, back and forth, while Graham blinked, at a complete loss for words for the first time that night. “He said...that I shouldn’t be too comfortable, that I’d be going back to the Green Isles with Dad again soon. I don’t think he meant to be mean about it. I think. I don’t know what I think. I don’t think he likes me in Daventry very much.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Graham said, after a pause. There was anger in his voice, a sharpness that felt too cold for the storytime bedroom.

“Please, don’t!” Gwendolyn said, looking up quickly. “I don’t want him to know that I took it wrong. It was probably just nothing. Just talking.”

Just shouting, if I remember correctly, Graham thought.

“I do belong in the Green Isles, though, he’s right.” She drew her legs up onto the chair, squeezing herself into a little ball, and dropped her head onto her knees again, staring at the floor.

“You belong wherever you want to be, my dear,” Graham said, gently. He cursed his weak knees and broken arm and inability to rise and go to her, like he would have gone to her father. “It can be here, there, or anywhere. We Crackers are pretty good at figuring out who we are and going where we’re needed.”

She hesitated. Then, clearly wanting to go back to the story and stop talking about personal things, she said, “So...what happened after that?”

Graham distractedly pushed away thoughts of his grandson and spread his arms (arm, singular, the other being broken) wide, and said, “The snow kept on falling.” And the story continued.

~*~*~*~

“I don’t understand this,” Valanice sighed, standing by the bedroom window and rubbing her arms through her night robe.

As the days faded and weeks stretched, the blanket of snow grew yet deeper. The trolls were making good on their promise to keep the main roads clear, but it was like walking through gray tunnels to get anywhere. Graham felt like his castle tower was an island above puffy clouds. This reminded him of the tower he’d been trapped in with Valanice and...well, Valanice, the two princesses who shared the same name. The day the tower had walked through a cloud and soaked them all had been quite an experience, leaving all three spluttering and shivering and laughing. He missed the warmth of those spring days.

“Maybe the villagers should all come here,” he said, wrapping his arm around her and squeezing her close in front of him, his chin resting on her shoulder as he studied the white expanse. The clouds had broken and the sun was peeking over the horizon, making the whole thing blindingly glittery. But rather than feel cheered by it, Graham felt apprehension in his stomach. The clouds would roll in again, as they had for days. This wouldn’t even begin to melt before another layer would come down. “I don’t want anyone to get snowed in to the point where they can’t take care of themselves.”

“I’m not sure they’ll agree to that,” Valanice said. “That feels like giving up.”

“It’s weather. There’s nothing to fight, and the only puzzle is how we shore up our own supplies,” Graham pointed out. He reached toward the window panes with his free hand, feeling the icy chill against his skin.

“They won’t feel that way, and you know it.”

“Soon, though, I might have to make that decision for them.”

“At least the goblins can’t strike in this,” she said, sighing. “Their escape tunnels are probably all plugged up with snow.”

“Small blessings,” Graham said, and kissed her cheek.

It had been cold (of course it had been, it was winter), but Graham's breath caught as soon as he stepped outside. The chill was so much more than expected, a bone deep ache. Despite the weak sunlight, the cold sank into his chest and made him want to cough. His breath appeared as dragon-smoke, white bellows preceding his every step. He tugged a scarf over his nose, which helped a little bit, and went to find No1.

More than the cold, more than the daily snow: the silence unnerved him most. Graham felt the stillness like a blanket around his ears. The recent threat of goblins had roused up old nightmares, and the silence of his beloved kingdom, normally so crowded with birdsong, squirrel chatter, music, life, even in winter—it reminded him of his goblin cell. Of the shadows and the stillness. Of the fear that laced his every echoing step. Of impossibilities and distress.

Valanice was right: so far, the only good result from this weather was a lack of goblins. There hadn’t been any signs of attack since the missing winter clothes and ice picks. Which meant that Graham hadn’t needed to travel down those tunnels to see the goblin king. At least, not yet. Should another instance happen, Graham knew he would have to set that appointment, and the very idea made his throat threaten to close. But he would do it, if he needed to.

Stars, I hope I don’t need to.

“Report, Number One?” Graham said, once he’d found the guard huddled over a cup of tea near the drawbridge. His mittened hands clutched the mug like someone was trying to take it from him, and he was curled over it to hold in every trace of warmth. His earmuffs were slipping.

“Not much to report, Sire. Just snow. Incredibly unexpected and surprising, I’m sure.” No1 sighed, his breath mingling with the steam of his tea and creating a white cloud that instantly froze in his mustache. “I rather think—” He cut himself off and saluted stiffly, “Sir, apologies, the cold makes me forget myself. I was thinking aloud.”

“Feels like?” Graham pressed. No1’s intuition was always sharp and frequently accurate.

“It’s nonsense, hardly worth the effort of saying it. And yet. It feels like something’s coming, Your Majesty. There’s a center to this storm, and it’s getting closer. Which is ridiculous, and I’ll thank you for not repeating it. The sort of fanciful thinking one of the younger staff might have. Who ever heard of menacing weather?”

“Stranger things have probably happened,” Graham said. “I wonder...”

“It’s colder today than it was yesterday. And there’s more snow than there was the day before. Keeping this only between us, Sire, it’s keeping me awake at night wondering if maybe I’m right.”

“You know, I really, really hope you aren’t,” Graham said, and the two men stared out across the snow hiding everything as far as the eye could see.

#i confess i can't decide: should ch4 go up thursday in place of a standard illustrated gerbil or should it wait until monday #should we just get all ye fic out quickly or alternate posts? any preferences out there?#kings quest #King's Quest #King Graham #rosella (king's quest)#alexander (king's quest)#neese #vee #this post is protected by the royal guards #fic'ing #ch4 #whisper (king's quest)

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ok but imagine: the sicke is sick (shocking!) but they have to go outside to get medicine for there stomach bug. luckily their best friend/s/o helps them get it. but yk they dk which to get, and they had the bug for nearly a week so they had to come. while walking their they felt like vomiting. luckily they had plastic bags . but they didnt close their bag properly so the bags flew out . so they dont have amy more. they just ignored it , thinking they were just so used to that feeling they were just imagining it.they continued walking ,the place they were walking was kinda busy.uh how much they hated ppl. they started to feel their vomit coming, they asked ;; h-hey (their best friend/ s/o) I dont feel to good.. I might throw up.. their s/o or best friend quickly finding a quiet place or a place with no ppl. they found 1 . helping the sickie walk their and asking if they have their bags. they said 'no. I l-lost them them' starting a coughing fit. their friend or s/o searched their bag for anything yo hold their vomit. all of a sudden they heard them throw up. some people(3) passing by saw it . and just watched. uh they hated ppl looking. their caretaker rubbing their back as they throw up. after 4 minutes of pain , the ppl watching left. the sickie stood up and just put their body weight on the caretaker. they just wanted to sleep but noo they had to get medicine. 'can we go home.t-too many ppl watching , I hate this' the caretaker laughed awkwardly. 'ik you hate this but we need to get medicine. or else you wont get better.' 'uh fine.' why dont we just take the bus there? 'are you crazy do you want me 2 vomit there??' 'theres a convince store near. we can get some plastic bags and sore throat candies. and water.' the sickie didnt answer. just hugged the caretaker arm to stop them from falling. after getting the stuff they waited for the bus. pt 1 end - ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ? /🧛🏻‍♀️

while waiting they double bagged the plastic bags to prevent in from seeping thru. one the bus came. the sickie regretted going on already feeling dizzy once they sat down , they sat at the back where no1 sits (although that would make them more dizzer, but they didnt know that) after 5 minutes of the ride (there was some traffic. normally itd take 10 minutes. but since there is traffic they didnt how long they'd have to wait.) "[caretakers name]...while wet coughing.mm candy." they rushed to give the candy. it soothed their throat for 5 minutes until making them dizzy . lying down on the caretaker,while they play with their hair. they fell asleep. after 20 minutes (still in traffic) they woke up to the bus driving. they woke up and asked for water. they drank the water in small sips. they didnt vomit. the they drank it quickly before spitting it out. then coughing. they nearly threw up. swallowing it . asking while coughing for the 'bag'. they grabbed it and held on it and tried getting it out bc they were very nauseous. they couldn't. until the bus continued moving. they're grip to it was very weak. the bus suddenly moving made their stomach growl. and letting of their bag to hold on their stomach. the care taker asked "what's wrong ???? you let go... r u gonna ..." "no. stop.u will make me.stop.talking abt it"(they hated vomit so much thinking abt it makes them gag) the sickie was shaking. they messed up dropping the bag and it flew away. they caretaker getting their jacket just incase yk they vomit. after the bus stops again. a couple and a 2 ppl (4 alltogether)decided to sit in the back. their stomach hurts so much... they started crying. the bus started moving more . 2 more stops till their stop. they gagged. letting go of their hand on their face. "I'm gonna-" the caretaker getting the jacket and hugging the sickie to cover them . they threw up on the caretaker. the couple moved away in disgust whilst the 2 other ppl stayed. just on their phone. "ppl r looking...." "I want to leave.. " "''dont worry , no1 is looking'' the care taker grabbed their bag looking for a (idk the word but it's like a towel but not , you stick it on some1 face and it cools them down) they place it on the sickie. they sickie just dry heaving at this point. they said "sorry.." it's ok. - ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ? / 🧛🏻‍♀️ , which haikyuu character do you think this is? also very bad prompt :). again,not a request.

I think the word you want is cold compress? As for the sickie of this situation, I'm thinking Kageyama and the Seijoh Four (Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kumini, and Kindaichi, btw) would be fun with Kageyama as the sickie. Maybe Kageyama got sick suddenly while hanging out with them, and they reluctantly take care of him because they agreed to lunch, not nursing Kageyama back to health. Then you get the reluctant caretaking trope in there too, which is great in situations like this.

Adding the Seijoh Four also means that you can have different types of caretakers all in one scenario. For example, Kindaichi is a terrible caretaker. He panics and makes things worse instead of better. On the other hand, Iwaizumi is a great caretaker from caring for Oikawa whenever he does something stupid. Oikawa and Kunimi are somewhere in the middle. I think they'll just try to stay calm and do whatever Iwaizumi tells them too for the most part. Oikawa probably does more because Kunimi also has to calm Kindaichi down too.

And then we have Kageyama, who's super embarrassed that the others have to take care of him. Kageyama hates telling his team when he's sick, so having people from another team caring for him is mortifying for him. On top of being embarrassed, Kageyama is also really sick, and his guilt and embarrassment make him feel so much worse than he normally would. Put this all together, and you basically have the formula for one of my favorite sickfic styles. What do you guys think? Do you agree with me?

#sickiesoul writes #not a fic #reply #🧛🏻‍♀️ anon #vomiting #prompt #puke prompt #kageyama tobio #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #kunimi akira #kindaichi yūtarō #haikyuu!!

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Three key battles: Italy vs Spain UEFA EURO 2020

Where could the game be won and lost? Our team reporters analyse the first semi-final.

Italy take on Spain in the opening UEFA EURO 2020 semi-final, having scored 23 goals between them in getting this far.

Neither side have lost a game at the finals yet; could these head-to-head contests decide whose unbeaten run will end at Wembley?

Jorginho vs Sergio Busquets Star of the Match: Busquets highlights Paolo Menicucci, Italy reporter Team-mates call Jorginho 'Il Professore' or 'Radio Jorginho' because of the continuous instructions the 29-year-old gives during games, nicknames that would probably suit Busquets too. Watch closely and you can see all the tiny but crucial contributions Chelsea's deep-lying playmaker makes. "He lets us all play better," said team-mate Manuel Locatelli. When it comes to footballing IQ, Busquets is also at genius level, so both teams will have a great orchestra conductor on the pitch.

Graham Hunter, Spain reporter Jorginho possesses loads of skills which are akin to those of Sergio Busquets. Just take note of the fact that Pep Guardiola, at Manchester City, wanted to take on the Italian midfield organiser before Chelsea beat him to the deal.

Guardiola was the man who 'discovered' Busquets; the midfielder was about to be ushered out when the coach took over at Barcelona and he has been looking for a younger replica of the 32-year-old ever since he left the club. Busquets has revitalised Spain since returning for the Slovakia game, but will Jorginho's greater athleticism and mobility give him the edge in midfield?

Giorgio Chiellini and Leonardo Bonucci vs Álvaro Morata

Paolo Menicucci, Italy reporter

Up against Belgium's Romelu Lukaku in the last round, Italy's veteran centre-backs (combined age: 70) came out with their usual masterclass in the art of defending. That was a physical duel, something Chiellini and Bonucci love, but their Juventus team-mate Morata presents a very different challenge. Spain's No7 knows everything about Italy's centre-backs, and can also cause plenty of problems with his constant movement. It will be a different kind of contest to the one with Lukaku, and not necessarily an easier one for Azzurri's two defensive lions.

Graham Hunter, Spain reporter At Juventus, Morata took regular chiding from Chiellini and Bonucci about the toughness of his character because they wanted him to realise his full potential. Morata is still happy-go-lucky, but the striker has matured since EURO 2016, when he was taken off with 20 minutes left of Spain's 2-0 defeat against the Azzurri. He had a soupçon of revenge, scoring in a 3-0 European Qualifiers success a year later, but this is the test of tests. How ironic if it's here, against his 'maestri', that Morata starts scoring freely again.

Gianluigi Donnarumma vs Unai Simón Paolo Menicucci, Italy reporter Donnarumma and Unai Simón have both showed two great qualities in goalkeepers during EURO 2020. For Simón, it was the ability to shake off mistakes; he needed a strong character to deal with his blunder from Pedri's back pass against Croatia, but made heroic saves in that game before starring in the quarter-final shoot-out against Switzerland.

Donnarumma, meanwhile, has mastered maintaining focus after games when he may have felt like a non-paying spectator. Underemployed in the group stage ("I could have played those games," said ex-Azzurri No1 Walter Zenga, now 61), he has stepped up since; Kevin De Bruyne may still be having nightmares about that save the Italy goalkeeper made against Belgium. "Gigio gives everyone security," Zenga continued. “He can become the number one in the world."

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Graham Hunter, Spain reporter At 24, Unai Simón is a couple of years older than Donnarumma, but he is way, way behind in terms of both club and international experience. When the Italian was making his AC Milan debut in Serie A – aged 16, in a 2-1 win over Sassuolo Calcio – Unai was still playing for Athletic's feeder club, Basconia, in Spain's fourth tier. Yet here they are today: two exceptional talents.

The Basque has more trophy wins: three to Donnarumma's one, but the Italian has the higher profile by far. Where will he play his club football next season, after his contract with AC Milan expired? And will he, or Unai, have finished the summer by playing in a EURO final?

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THE HURRICANE vs THE CORONAVIRUS (part one)

That time we planned a once in a lifetime hurricane world tour for March 2020..

I’m currently on a plane for the first time in six months. It feels strange to not have been in the air for this longer than usual period of time but also strangely normal to find myself once again on a flight surrounded by complete strangers. The main difference now is that everyone seems even more in their own worlds than before. Maybe this is because we have replaced invisible masks with real ones and we now happily hide behind these physical barriers, to protect us and others from the virus that stopped the world from moving almost entirely.

The last time I was on a flight was back in March 2020 as the planet was beginning to understand just how serious the situation was becoming. Unfortunately for me, I had planned a once in a lifetime tour for this exact period of time.. The Hurricane Tour. It was an adventure I had been dreaming up for many years and planning for many months. The idea was simple enough, to travel around the earth in one month, playing eleven shows in eleven different countries, experiencing different cultures and meeting different people all along the way. We would start in Australia on the first day of March and then visit Japan, India, Botswana, Turkey, Germany, England, Canada, USA and Mexico before eventually finishing in Argentina on the last day of March.

The lead-up to this crazy tour wasn’t particularly smooth and it was looking like it might be a kind of storm before the calm scenario. One week before we were due to begin, I landed back in Australia from a few months away only to find my precious guitar had been split right down the middle during the flight and my passport had somehow been damaged and needed to be replaced urgently. At the same time Jarrad Seng (the man behind the photos and videos) was having some major laptop issues and needed to find a decent replacement in the last remaining days before we set off on this epic journey. Through some minor miracles and generous support from friends and strangers and also a tour manager who refuses to ever say the word ‘impossible’ (thank you Thomas!) we began this absolutely insane tour where we would quickly learn that we would need to rely on more miracles and friends and strangers to help solve some pretty interesting problems every single day throughout the tour.

The first show was in AUSTRALIA and somehow everything went pretty much to plan. A very jet-lagged Tim Hart (album producer as well as band member and support act for the night) had flown back from London the day before to then drive out west and play one of the best shows I have ever seen him play (while his newborn son watched with us from backstage). My slightly nervous and always teary mother joined me on stage for a little song. My dream of playing a show at Empire Theatre in Toowoomba had finally come true with 500 of the loveliest people to share the moment together. It was a truly special evening with lots of family in attendance as well as old friends from so many places and work colleagues from the bank days. Perhaps the most special person in the crowd for me was Bob Cook, the man who taught me to play guitar when I was a very shy 14yr old kid, to whom I am forever grateful. What a night! It seemed like the storm before the calm scenario had played out and we were about to have the smoothest and most incredible tour of our lives! In reality though, it would turn out to be the exact opposite and what we had just experienced was actually the calm and the greatest storm I’ve ever witnessed was fast approaching.

Thomas, Jarrad and I were up early the next morning and off to Brisbane Airport where we should have been boarding a flight for Tokyo, but a few days earlier we had been notified that due to the virus situation we would not be able to play the show in Japan and would potentially be putting the rest of the tour at risk if we even entered the country. So we somehow managed to change our flights very last minute and head to SINGAPORE instead, but without a show to play. We decided to put the word out and see if anyone knew anybody who might be able to help. It was truly incredible to receive so many messages and comments from people who desperately wanted to help us find a place to play. It didn’t take too long before the team at Timbre X @ The Substation came to the rescue and let us bring in a few people and play a few songs on their outdoor stage before Supersonic helped everyone dance the night away. Show number two, somehow completed.

INDIA is next on the list and it’s looking like everything is maybe going to happen as planned.. until we are waiting to board the flight to Mumbai. I hear my name called over the speaker at the airport in Singapore. An upgrade to business class perhaps? Oh how nice that would be. But no, there was a problem with my visa not being recognised with my new emergency passport and they would not allow me to board the flight.. we pleaded with them to see what they could do while I scrambled to contact people in India at 5am local time to try and amend the visa. It was beginning to feel impossible. If I missed this flight there was a chance there would be a knock-on effect and the rest of my flights for the month could be cancelled. With no other viable option, we decided it might be best for Jarrad and Thomas to board the flight for India and for me to wait in Singapore to try and fix the problem and hopefully get on a flight later that day. But just as we were saying goodbye to each other I heard my name called again and we were told that they had heard back from the flight captain and he had overturned the decision and I would now be allowed to fly?? A medium sized miracle! We celebrated and quickly disappeared feeling both jubilation and disbelief. Surely now is where good things start to happen..

Of course not.. We landed in India to an email notifying us that our show had been cancelled, with very little explanation. We pleaded with them to reverse their decision but it wasn’t looking hopeful, so we put the word out to the people, again. Very soon we had been saved, again, this time by the wonderful people at Veranda Bandra who rearranged their schedule to fit us in super last minute. It was crazy to play a show in India and have people singing along to my songs, it just didn’t feel real, but it was happening right in front of me. Our time in Mumbai was so short but so incredible and we made fast friends with some amazing people. But onwards now to our next destination, the most random location of the tour but also maybe the smoothest show of the tour..

We arrived in BOTSWANA after a long day of travel via Ethiopia and Zimbabwe to the warmest of welcomes. Local musician and Stu Larsen fan, OneSpared, was there to greet us. We had connected a while back when OneSpared (Thuso) had covered one of my songs and I couldn’t believe that someone so far away was not only a fan of my music but was also singing my songs. When the idea for this tour started to become a reality, I contacted Thuso to see what he thought about playing a show together in Gaborone. He said we should do it, so we did. We turned up. The crowd turned up. It was magical and so full of love and energy. Finishing the show at The No1 Ladies Coffee House by singing Whisky & Blankets unplugged with the entire crowd singing and dancing was maybe the highlight of the tour for me, it still feels so surreal when I think about that moment.

With things starting to feel a little smoother, we felt like we were maybe going to be okay in the next days. But when we turn up at the airport to fly to TURKEY we’re told our flight is no longer departing. At this point, we don’t really react. We are so used to being hit with bad news every day. We are in a good frame of mind for finding solutions and after some fast talking and a little bit of confusion, a few minutes later we have another option sorted. We arrive in Istanbul to more bad news, the venue is unsure if we can go ahead with the show due to the worsening and frightening virus situation. It’s now the 11th of March and things are getting serious with the virus, but we want to push ahead while we can and play another show if we can, so we agree to keep the numbers low, the windows open and provide masks and hand sanitiser for the crowd and thankfully Cem at Norm Coffee agreed to let the show go ahead under these conditions. It was a very intimate show with a percentage of the crowd consisting of local cats, an actual dream situation for me :)

After the show, I could see a slightly worried Thomas, he seemed to be rushing to get us all packed up and out the door and back to the apartment.. but why..? Because, he told me as we walked away from the venue, not only our flight, but all flights for the next morning were apparently cancelled. We would spend the next hours trying to work out if there was another way to somehow make the journey from Istanbul to Munich without spending too much time or money or if we would be stranded in Turkey for the coming days/weeks/months. Nothing seemed to make sense so we did what we knew best, we kept moving forward. We had been told that the flight had been cancelled and that the airlines were stopping all flights instantly and that we should not go to the airport the next morning, but every time we searched our flight number it showed that it hadn’t been cancelled and was still on schedule…? We decided to wake up early and make our way to the airport to see what would happen. We didn’t know what we would find when we arrived, but it was eerily quiet and by some miracle our flight was one of only a few flights still operating while the airline and airport finished shutting everything down.

We were so relieved to be able to fly to GERMANY but landed in Munich knowing that the sold out show at Folks! Club was probably going to be cancelled and that it was getting close to game over for the three of us. We searched for an alternate option for the show but we realised that bringing people together was just not the right thing to do anymore. We were starting to understand just how big this virus situation was becoming. We had to accept this and cancel the show and decided to replace it with a livestream instead. We found a friend with a beautiful living room where I played a few songs and shared the experience with a handful of friends and a wider audience online. It was hard to accept that we maybe had to stop this once in a lifetime dream tour which had been unfortunately planned for the exact same month that a global pandemic took hold of the planet, but more and more it was becoming clear that this was the likely outcome.

Waking up in Munich the morning after the little livestream we were told that our next flight had been cancelled, but we managed to be put on another flight which took us to our seventh destination. We arrived in ENGLAND and of course one last thing went wrong. None of our luggage turned up. No suitcases, no guitar, nothing. We waited and waited and waited and waited. We were hoping that for some reason it would just turn up, even after everyone else had collected their belongings and left the airport. Our luggage didn’t arrive and it kind of felt right for things to be this way after somehow surviving the challenges of the previous weeks. We started to make our way towards the ‘lost luggage’ counter to see what we could do but along the way we saw some lonely but familiar suitcases and a guitar sitting beside a completely different luggage belt. We three idiots had been waiting in the wrong place the whole time. Call it exhaustion, call it stupidity, call it what you want, we don’t mind, we were just thankful to not have actually lost our luggage that day in London.

From here, things moved quickly, we made the decision to cancel the sold out London show and we knew we then had to cancel the remaining shows for CANADA (sold out), USA, MEXICO (sold out) and ARGENTINA (sold out). We announced one final live stream from a little cafe in London called Hotshoe 333 where we would officially call it a day. It was a weird feeling, we didn’t want the tour to end, but it simply had to. It was not possible nor sensible to continue. The Coronavirus had well and truly overpowered the Hurricane. Thomas, Jarrad and I said goodbye the next morning and we headed our separate ways.. which is when things started to get really interesting…

Check out the new video for Hurricane - https://youtu.be/xttiOK-0CCE

#stu larsen #hurricane #coronavirus #world tour #march 2020 #jarrad seng #thomas stein

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isaustraliaathing · 5 years

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I’ve always known you part 2

Bakudeku

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Ina watched the conversation with a gleam in her eyes. She’d see how hard she could make this if they showed they did in fact know each other very well.

“First question to the left side. We’ll start easy, what’s your partners favorite movie” Ina sensei asks.

Izuku smiled, this was too easy, holding up his board, to everyone’s surprise they both had the same thing written down.

All Might: the fight against evil NO1 part 2.

“Yo Midoriya how did you know that?” Kirishima asks.

”Shut up shitty hair and let us finish the game” Kacchan sneers back at Kirishima.

Was he embarrassed to let everyone know they were childhood friends? Or did he really just want to finish the game? He began to focus again as Ina stated the next question.

“What’s your partners favorite board game?”

Kacchan shot his whiteboard up with Monopoly hero vs villains written on it. “Why do all you extras look so stupid. That was easy, pft and you guys call youselfs Dekus friends. He only plays this like every damn day. Nerd.” Kacchan says smirking in his chair.

Midoriyas eyes went so wide he thought they’d pop off. Did Kacchan just call himself Izukus friend? He was definitely overthinking this.

“Kacchan stoppp your embarrassing me” Izuku cries out.

“That’s what you get. We played this game so much I thought my fingers would fall off.”

Izumi felt himself turn red at the revelation.

“Well if you guys are done” Ina sensei said impatiently “the next question may be one that gets a few people out since it is the third. When did your partner discover their quirk.”

Both Kacchan and Deku tense at that question before realizing it was meant for Deku to anwser.

It was easy, at the playground on the swings when he was trying to launch himself off. Instead he ended up blowing off the whole swing behind him. Izuku remembered how Auntie has scolded Kacchan for weeks for being so reckless.

“Wow you kids really do not know each other well do you, two teams out already” she said laughing.

The next question got out another two teams and then it was only Bakugou and Midoriya. The whole class looked at them in shook when Mineta said what they were thinking.

“There’s NO WAY they did that good. How? They must of been cheating somehow. Make the questions harder for them Ina sensei.”

“Only if Bakugou and Midoriya here are okay with that” she said softly.

Bakugou looked at Deku to reply.

“Make them harder. Kacchan and I can handle it” Izuku said with no hesitation.

Making sure no one was looking Bakogou allowed himself a small grin. They were a good team when they wanted to be.

“What’s the other persons worst memory” Ina sensei asked.

Kacchan immediately raises his hand to ask a question knowing in this round if they got one question wrong they would be sent back.

“Can we make it the second worst memory?” Kacchan asked hesitantly.

A sharp clatter comes from Izukus side. He dropped his whiteboard and marker in shock looking directly at the back of Kacchans head.

“No I’m sorry I can’t allow that unless you have a reason why” she anwsers.

Izuku tilts his head and whispers “Kacchan I know why you asked that but that’s not my worst memory, being told I was quirkless was the worst moment of my life until..”

Izuku slowly looks up to see Kacchans eyes widen in realization and panic. A million emotions flashing through his face he rushes to get up practically running out of the classroom.

The whole class goes silent before Ina sensei says “stay here, I’ll be right back”.

The class immediately begains to talk everyone but Kirishima ignoring Midoriya.

“Mido, I know you and Bakugou have had a tough relationship but what did you say to scare him like that. Should I go out there?”

“I wasn’t being mean or anything Kirishima don’t worry. I just had to tell him. I think we should leave this to Ina sensei, her being a professional therapist and all. I think-

I think she’s going to call me in” Izuku says. Like Ina sensei read his mind, he’s called out of the classroom immediately. All of Ina senseis apologizes for bringing up such a sensitive topic go from one ear out of the other when he sees him.

Kacchan slumped against the wall his head in his knees, a clear sign he’d been crying. Izuku walked over almost in a trance slumping next to him.

She wondered what could have made the young Bakugou get so distraught.

Ina watched the pair sitting next to each other

Yeah,

They were going to be okay.

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Comment if you want me to publish the next part!

EDIT: PART 3 IS UP https://isaustraliaathing.tumblr.com/post/186223125288/ive-always-known-you-part-3

#bakugou #midoriya x bakugou #midoriya #izuku #katsuki #kacchan #deku #my hero academia fanfic #my hero academia #fanfic

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elejah-wonderland · 5 years

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An Officer and A Gentleman/1

Fanfiction

Part 1

AU TVD/TO story

Elijah Mikaelson x reader/Elena Gilbert

ft. Angel and Buffy

and other pairings

a/n: this was inspired by this - when I watched Seals Team

but then remembered Dg being in NCIS, and since I love old movies, got to watch Top Gun, which then inspired me some more to write this -and well- here is a crossover of sorts- also, since I am a gothic girl - as you know looove vampires and all that genre, I loved Angel and Buffyverse (Angel being my no1 vampire, till he got knocked down by Elijah Mikaelson. LOL), and David Boreanaz is starring in Seals Team, so I borrowed those two characters and put them in this story.

Well, I hope you like it. Thanks for all your support and likes and what can I say - you are great, guys!!! xoxo

P.S. I don’t know who these gifs belong to anymore, so credit to gifmakers. The one in the story is mine. Lol.

and - doesn’t Dg look so dashing in uniform?! LOL

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @captainshurley @hides2000 @cassienoble2000 @goddessofthunder112 @elejahforever

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Returning from the Special OP, friends and fellow Seals Special Operatives, Elijah Mikaelson and Angel S. Booth were summoned by their Commanding Officer.

"This must be about Yemen."- Angel said-"they didn't like our alternative method of rescue."

"Well, if it suspension, I am ok" - Elijah said-"I can do with a few days or a week of going down New Orleans." - Elijah said.

"To see your girl, ha?!" - Angel said-"What was her name?"

"Hayley" -Elijah said, continuing-"Talking of women, did you sort things out with Brennan?"

Angel sighed now, remembering the divorce papers he got as he landed back in the US.

"Divorce is still on. And I signed the papers and sent them off earlier. It's over. I have to face it."

"I am sorry, man" - Elijah said.

"It's ok. I have no energy anymore to wallow in it." - Angel said. He now wanted to add something, but they were called in the office.

"At ease, gentleman" - the Commander said-" Lieutenants, I will get straight tp the point. Due to your very imaginative rescue missions, of which we had a few, you were chosen to be part of a Special Hybrid Unit and will be taking a special training course at US Navy Struke Fighter Tactics Instructor Program. Best known to us as Top Gun."

Angel and Elijah looked stunned at the commander.

"Only the best of the best go there. Continue to make us proud."

"When do we report, Sir?"

"You have three days off. You have to report Monday morning. 6:00 sharp. Dismissed, gentleman"

Angel and Elijah saluted and went out.

They were extremely surprised and they could not believe that they were called up for something so extraordinary.

"The best of the best?!" - Angel now said in disbelief sort of.

"Did you ever doubt that we are anything else, not that I am bragging, but we deserved it. Hard work, ingenuity paid off." - Elijah said-"and we got three days-whoooohooo."

"Which means that we will not see any free days for a very long time." - Angel said.

"So I will make sure I got three glorious days with my girl. Ahm - and - I know it's not really appropriate as you just signed your divorce papers, but will you be my best man?" - Elijah asked his friend.

"You proposed to her? When? You didn't tell me. "

"I haven't yet. I am going now to buy a ring and go down there and propose. Get a special licence, if not, then, we can get married the first free day I get. I want her with me."

"Right. I will be your best man." - Angel said.

And so, the men got the first plane out to New Orleans.

And down in New Orleans, Elijah got the same blow as Angel. Well, sort of the same.

Coming down to Hayley's house, he found a man opening the door. And when Elijah asked if he could speak to Hayley, the man said-

"What is it about? My wife is not at home. Can I help you? "

"Your wife?" - Elijah was gobsmacked.

"Yes, my wife. Hayley Marshall-Kenner. I am Jackson Kenner, her husband."

"Come on, man" - Angel, who stood next to Elijah now put his hand on his friend's shoulder and said-"Let's go."

"Yeah. Ahm- nothing-Sorry, I bothered you." - Elijah said feeling like someone punched him really hard in the gut.

Angel now kind of nudged again to his friend to leave and they both got in the car. Angel sat in the driver's seat as Elijah was completely lost.

"Keys!" - Angel said.

Elijah got the keys out of his picket, still kind of numb, like he was not able to process what just had happened.

"Bourbon Street?" - Angel suggested.

Elijah just nodded looking straight, trying to make his heart not explode from pain. After a night of a lot of Bourbon to totally numb the heartache and let out steam, both men flew to their new station to San Diego, a two days before planned.

Getting out of the plane, Angel asked Elijah-

"Ready for new adventure? New life? Letting go of the past?!"

"So fucking ready."- Elijah said.

As they still didn't have to report for duty, and having settled in their new abode, they went to have two more days of fun.

Elijah and Angel had no problem making friends or making the party going on, and ending up at a bar, they quickly got the crowd going.

Trying hard to get on and quick the heartbreak, goofying around a bit with the karaoke, Elijah took the microphone and Angel always knew which song to find.

As the song started, Elijah got ready, and getting into the song, seeing a woman at the bar turn catching his eye he now went to her.

Angel rolled his eyes a bit, but he just let him go for it.

💖Listen baby, ain't no mountain high

Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby

If you need me call me no matter where you are No matter how far don't worry baby Just call my name I'll be there in a hurry You don't have to worry 'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough

Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe

Remember the day I set you free I told you you could always count on me girl From that day on, I made a vow I'll be there when you want me

Y/N/E laughed, feeling embarrased but flattered in a way. Elijah continued, fully in the role.

Some way, some how 'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe Oh no darling

No wind, no rain Or winters cold can stop me baby, na na baby 'Cause you are my goal If you're ever in trouble I'll be there on the double Just send for me, oh baby, ha

My love is alive Way down in my heart Although we are miles apart If you ever need a helping hand I'll be there on the double Just as fast as I can Don't you know that there

Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe

As Elijah finished and everyone in the bar clapped, Y/N/E said-

"Well, you picked a good one. It’s actually one of my favs.”

"Ahh, can't take credit for this one. Angel picks them."- Elijah now showed to his friend who was talking to a woman.

"Angel? Interesting name.”- Y/N/E said.

"I am Maverick." - Elijah said.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nah, well, it's my cool name. I am Elijah."

"Two guys with two cool names. Pilots, right?"

"No. Seals, actually. Can I buy you a drink."

"Maybe some other time." - Y/N/E said as a man now approached them.

"Ready?" - the man said.

"Yeah" - Y/N/E replied, turning to Elijah saying-"See you around, ‘Maverick -Elijah'

“Hey and your name?”

“Y/N/E”

The brunette/blonde then went with the guy, and Elijah looked after them. As Angel joined him, he said -

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're lost your heart already."

"Nah. No more falling in love."- Elijah said.

"Right. Just casual stuff then? Well, it looks like she has a boyfriend."

"Yeah" - Elijah said, his heart flattering unusually at the thought of Y/N/E.

"Who did you talk to? '

" It' s Commander Salvatore's wife. We are invited to a barbecue thing tomorrow night at his house. "

"Ok. Game of darts?" - Elijah sugfested.

"Yeah, go on."

"What's up, you're a bit weird" - Elijah said as the got a couple of beers and went to the darts board area.

"I just found out that the tactics instructor is Buffy Summers." - Angel said.

"You're kidding me? Your Buffy? Buffy, the one you broke up with when you went to Washington?

" The one. "- Angel replied.

" Oh, man. So much about new life, new leaf. "- Elijah said.

Angel sighed and took a swag of beer.

The past seemed to came rolling back in at least when he was concerned.

In the car, Y/NE thought of the Seals Officer she had just met.

"Who was that?" - Damon asked.

"The new Seals guys."- Y/N/E answered.

"Ok. So, shall we go and eat something before we go to the cemetery?"

"Yeah, sure." - Y/N/E said-"Also need to get flowers for it. I can't believe it's been two years since his death."

"Yeah" - Damon said.

Not longer after Y/N/E and Damon put the flowers down on the grave of Stefan Salvatore.

"Hey you" - Y/N/E said placing a kiss on the name-"crazy to say it- but happy birthday. Miss you still so much."

Damon sighed a little. His brother was gone two years and a month now, and it seemed like it was yesterday, and at times it felt like it was eternity.

Arranging the flowers a bit, Y/N/E now flashed back

Two years previously

Damon knocked a little at the door frame of Y/N/E and Stefan's bedroom of the Salvatore house, before he entered.

"Hey" - Damon said.

Y/N/E was going through her clothes in obvious total distress.

"I don't have anything to wear for the funeral. Nothing black - damn -" she now burst out crying and turning to Damon continued- "I was supposed to be wearing a wedding dress. We were supposed to get married in August.

Damon stood there feeling her sister-in-law to be, sharing her pain.

"I know. He was so -"

"How will I go on? I can't - I just - don't want to - hate the army- hate everything- I want him back, Damon. Please, bring him back-"

"Oh, Y/N/E -"

"Bye" - Y/N/E slipped as she placed a kiss with her hand on the stone.

Damon and her now walked back to the car.

"So, how does it feel to be back, in general?"

"Kind of weird. It's like I've been gone a hundred years. Ok. Can we talk about you and Kai and how did it happen?"

"It's a long story."- Damon said.

"I want to hear it. Everything. Especially about the rain kiss! "- Y/N/E said.

"Caroline told you!"

"Yep! Come on. I want to hear everything."

Damon now told her some, but this was Caroline's version as she saw Damon finally his feelings to Kai.

"I am so happy for you, Damon."- Y/N/E said-"Kai is a great guy. How did you dad take it?"

"He didn't. There is no change. The idea that I am with a man still repulses him. He wished I was dead and not Stefan. "- Damon said.

"Oh, Damon. I am sorry. That means that Lily is still between the hard and the rock place?!" - Y/N/E remarked.

"Yep."- Damon said-"I am happy, but she is not and I hate that she has to juggle between us. She left him for a while, but then she got back when he ended up in hospital with the heart scare."

"I wish things got better." - Y/N/E said.

"Anyway, you are kind of a big shot now if Pentagon sent you to do this new program" - Damon said.

"I am not. I am just an instructor really."- Y/NE said.

"Just an instructor? This is Top Gun! Only the best are here."

"The program is unique and kind of experimental. I hope it works."

"Did you see the F-18?"

"I helped construct it Damon! Of course I've seen it. Working on a better improved version. " - Y/N/E said.

"Like I said, you are a real big shot."- Damon said.

His phone rang and seeing it was Kai, he swiped the call answering-

"Hey, babe, where are you?"

"I got pizza. When are you home?" - Kai asked.

"Heading home. Y/N/E is with me. I kinda invited her to eat with us. Say hi" - Damon now put the loudspeaker on.

Kai and Y/N/E now exchanged heys.

Soon, as they got to Damon's apartment, Kai gave Y/N/E a warm hug hello.

"It's good to have you back." - Kai said to the brunette.

"I am glad to be back. Seeing you two together, really makes it worth being back. Love conquers all." - Y/N/E’s eyes watered a bit-"ok, I won't be sad."

"You are allowed. We miss him, too."- Kai said.

"Yeah - ok-" - Damon said-"let's toast to Stefan and love. May Y/N/E find love again."- Damon said.

"Oh, Damon please." - Y/N/E said taking the glass of Tequila he had poured.

"Stefan would wanted you to find love again."- Kai said taking a glass of the drink from his boyfriend.

"I know, but - I just - can't think about that-got a new plane to think about"

Kai didn't quite understand.

"Y/N/E is working on a new Fighter plane." - Damon explained.

"Wow!" - Kai said.

"Told you. She is not jus a pretty face." - Damon said.

"Enough you guys. Ok. To Stefan."- Y/N/E raised her glass and so did Kai and Damon. 🚫

Elsewhere,

Elijah and Angel had dinner at a small diner. And later headed back to the dorms. Both went to their respective rooms, both still very much in thoughts about the past.

Elijah trying to get the grips of how Hayley just went and got married. He now thought of the last time he was with her before he was deployed to the Middle East. And no matter how much he tried to find answers, nothing made sense. Did she ever loved him? He asked himself now. But like Angel had said - can't wallow in it, she obviously chose another guy, and married him- Elijah closed his eyes and his mind wondered to the woman he had sort of sang to.

"Y/N/E" - he slipped and smiled a little.

💕In the room next door, Angel revisited his heart. Eversince he heard that Buffy Summers, his first love was onw of the instructors of the program, he could not stop thinking about her, taking him back ten years previously, when he came to her the night before leaving to Washington to join the FBI. But the break up was not as simple as he had told Elijah. He had not told him that he had gone to Buffy's wedding to tell her that he had made a huge mistake to have let her go.

🚫 At the same time, Buffy Summers now entered the house she has rented.

Putting her bag on the chair, she went straight in the kitchen and got a bottle of red wine out and poured herself a glass. Earlier at a briefing, she has found out that Angel Seeley Booth was chosen for the program.

She thought she didn't care anymore. She thought that it would not stir her, but driving back home, strangely the smallest of butterflies bubbled up.

Buffy slumped down on the sofa, and flashed back to the past.

🚫

Monday morning came and all respective parties were in the classroom. The Seargent now introduced two instructors -

"Now you will also be trained and evaluated by a few civial specialist as well as military instructors. One of them is our tech rep, code name Sunny. She has PhD in astrophysics, aerospace engineering. She is a civilian contractor and you don't need to salute her, but you better listen to her, because the Pentangon does. And if you don't pass her evaluation, you can lose your post. Sunny, was one of the constructors of the hybrid F-18. She will tell you all about the fighter plane. Sunny, it's all yours."

Y/N/E now came in from the side room, and Elijah looked at the brunette like he had just entered a strange kind of dream world.

Y/N/E greeted everyone present now immediately going into the presentation mode. She was serious, eloquent, and it was very clear to everyone that she knew what she was talking about.

Finishing the lecture for the day, on her way out, Elijah followed her and catching up with her said-

"You could have given me a fair warning."

"About what, Lieutenant Mikaelson?" - Y/N/E said raising an eyebrow.

"You could have told me that you are - who you are"

"You didn't give me much time."- Y/N/E said-"But if you can fly as good as you can sing, I just might give you a good evaluation."

"Oh, I can fly. I flew Mig 40. out of Afghanistan."-Elijah now said.

"That was you?" - Y/N/E was now surprised to hear it.

"Yep. That was me."- Elijah confirmed.

"Really? This is not one of those things to splash your charm out again?"

"No. But, all the info is classified." - Elijah said.

"You are kidding me, right?" - Y/N/E now showed Elijah one of the badges that showed him that she had access to all classified information-"I read all about the intel on it. But - I have questions about it."

"Ok. I can tell you about it first hand, but - if you agree to - coffee?"

"I knew this was one of those things."

"One of what things? It's just a harmless invitaton to have a cup of coffee." - Elijah said.

"Harmless?" - Y/N/E said with a smirk saying yeah, right.

"Completely." - Elijah replied with a charming smile.

Y/N/E's phone now rang and she said this to Elijah before picking up -

"I will get back to you, Lt."

She answered the call and walked away.

Elijah smiled dreamily looking at her until she got into her 1963 Porsche, and drove off.

Oh, man, what did he do to deserve this. Why did she have to be his instructor. This is going to be so complicated, his heart murmured.

Marvin Gaye song fading in the background as he watches her leave

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ujuro · 5 years

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as it is halfway through the year i have decided to do my fave songs so far (i wanted ten but ehhhhhhhhh fuck that)

in no particular order:

Apink-Eung Eung: i was wondering if their concept change followup would be as strong as im so sick and wouldya look at that this song is good AND hella interesting. im still not down with the disrespect ifans give apinks past songs but im becoming more and more happy that a 2nd gen gg is successfully creating a new life for itself

Dreamcatcher-Piri: every new dreamcatcher title track has dethroned the last one as my fave so even though rn im like THIS IS AMAZING AND NOTHING WILL EVER TOP IT EVER ill probably eat my words pretty soon. Anyway this is amazing and nothing will top it ever. shout out to diamond and atwnol as well duh

(g)i-dle- Senorita: while i was originally pretty pissed at this song for the drawn-out end section that doesnt use the great chorus, this song is still greatly replayable and has wormed its way into my heart. i listen to it all the time

dia-woowa: the fact that this song wasnt a massive hit is a CRIME. an x-treme gameshow bop, and who knows how many times ive played it. i dont even know how to explain my love for this song other than it just bangs REAL hard

clc- no and me: i dont think i can really rank these two songs apart from each other. just two really solid hard-hitting songs that work with the ideas of “girl crush” and “empowerment” without falling into the annoying and grating parts that those songs often have. the styling, choreography, and execution is way above groups that are much bigger, and i just love clc

wjsn- 12 o’clock: it is blasphemous to say that i like this song more than cantabile and you got? maybe. Does not change my opinion tho. its just so...bouncy. i love it. this entire mini is amazing though.

Monsta x: stealer: ITS SO DRAMATIC. shout out to mx for being the only bg that is consistently wack and interesting i love them so much.

everglow- bon bon chocolat: this song still goes just as hard as it did when it came out. the truest banger released this year. with this and moon (also a fave), i cant wait for more.

im-scent: admittedly i do not listen to horizon pretty much at all but scent is just so good. a perfect melancholy little creation. and NO im not just saying that cause im biased i just really like this song

oh my girl: the fifth season: like many others, during the first verse of this song i was like this is it? really? but then that bomb of a chorus drops and this song becomes next level. it speaks for itself really. this album is also really good, though ive been in the mood for hype songs lately so checkmate speaks to me the most of the b-sides lol

bund-i mean bvndit- dramatic: i really liked hocus pocus as well but this song has a slight edge to it that made me really interested in the group. despite being a pretty standard trop house-style song, it just flows so well

favorite-loca: for me, the spanish trend is pretty hit-or-miss (as in i mean i only like it when ggs do it lol). but this song also has an amazing chorus that carries it

momoland- im so hot: this song is fun as hell fite me. sucks that momoland is in such a load of shit with members not appearing tho cause i love and would die for my girls. mld ent and the wack brigade of stan twitter momoland haters can fite me too.

fromis_9- love rum pum pum: im so predictable. retro pop sound=i love it. fun is nice but its a bit much ya know.

cherry bullet’s entire love adventure single: i really like really really despite it being kinda generic and something that i should scoff at, but ruddy and ping pong are even better? i didnt expect to like this groups music so much but their songs so far are charming i love my girls.

wjsn- lets dance: IM PREDICTABLE AND LOVE BANGERS’

hong jinyoung-rain of tears: SHUT UP I LOVE THIS SAD TROT BALLAD

twice- hot and breakthrough: new concept twice can kill me and id say thank you

yunho and boa- swing: im so glad that i force myself to listen to as many releases as possible because i probably woulda skipped over yunhos solo album but then i woulda missed this song and holy fuckin shit yall its another banger i love

red velvet-sunny side up: well duh

also the entire fuckin mini i made mini by idle and no1 by clc cause this is long but i just realized id have to list all of the bsides on them too fuck

shout out to my sexy girls girl crush and camila. In fact shout out in general to every sexy dance team and gg that gets more fancam views than your faves. Ive grown way attached to all of them honestly lmao

i feel bad not listing songs by them as like a TOP fave because theyre both my ult groups but despite being good overall the only standouts i really like from loona and izones minis are colors and highlight. butterfly really grew on me, but i often wake up at night in a cold sweat thinking about how loona as a group may never put out a song i like more than egoist or eclipse or love cherry motion or oecs mini

also shout out to moonlight by geegu because im just shocked they came back at all and only lost 3/9 members too. same with leggo by wannab though that song isnt as good. tmi by hot place as well for eurodance wack.

if you have made it this far you can now know the real song i have been listening to the most over the past week or so and that is time bomb by icia. i could go into detail and try to explain myself but i shall not. i love this fuckin song. in fact ive been more into ultra nugus than my faves lately. thank god for ultra nugus.

the end

#long post #words of mine #yes i typed this instead of doing my homework your point

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unitatotato · 5 years

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This will be like my last post about Tanks. So I just happened to play 2 rank games with my friend. 1 was duo and this is a trio game, see all the Swedish flags? ^^ So yes my friend’s friend is an awesome all-rounder in Classic/Rank.

My point is enemy team picked my GachaGacha (sadface). So while I was in panic deciding what to use, enemy’s team line-up was Gatot + Granger + Hanzo. So Karrie initally picked Khufra and I was okay so what Support to use or Mage. Then Friend no1 picked Lunox I was like fine fine, let’s think about Support or MM. So I was about to pick Nana or Diggie. Then they requested MM I was about to pick Hanabi, then bam there was Karrie, NP. Then I saw my friend no2 picking Akai I was oh chill, because by the time at slot 3 and 4 to pick, Khufra turned into Karrie. I swapped my friend’s slot but then BAM there Belerick, I literally dropped my Jaw, she was troll shifting between the Heroes (omg hahahaha). She was in panic. So I was like no problem I will Belerick and I picked Diggie for her. I can’t remember when Sun was picked (but yeah).

I haven’t really faced against Granger, but I do know he goes for like Crit build like Clint/Lesley. Now this is hardest for a Tank not knowing where the dmg source coming from. Attack speed or Crit, because you want to build a semi-strong build against them to prevent 2 hit dead situations. I was in serious RIP mood. Luckily they pick Zilong and Hanzo too.

We got into serious trouble in the beginning, extremely pushed backed and bullied. And I couldn’t do much coz Belerick do have 1 long range immobilize skill but not enough impact as in Gatot’s 2nd skill to stop movement and taunt-locked. So I could save myself but unfortunately not my teammates. When I say bad I mean really bad, we still haven’t taken down a single turret when the game was 11 minutes in.

BUT, dang dang dang, as soon as Lunox got ready and I got my 2 first items. BAM BAM BAM, all dmg done by DPS with high speed hitting on Belerick, will pretty much instant KO’d the target. Granger pretty much stopped attacking me and Hanzo will run away, coz I chased his real body. Only Zilong would in one way or another keep targetting me until their Cyclops got really angry. Yes AD/highDPSer shouldn’t target Belerick, due to his Passive “return” the dmg back. So this happend I Tank and Diggie shielded me while Lunox go hammering mode on all of them. I was bursting in laughter after we won. Because it was that bad from early to mid game. Imagine in the span of the time from 11 onwards to 16 in mere 5 minutes we turned the game around.

In short I went for a full Physical DEF build along with Cursed Helmet (dealing more dmg) and Sky Guardian Helmet (to enhance Belerick’s Regen ability), my last item would be Wing of the Apocalypse Queen. I picked up Antique Cuirass too just in case to lessen the burden of dmg dealed by Granger.

Sometimes Draft Pick is tricky and you get what I mean now, when I say it is good if you know more heroes than only 1. In situation like these you just gotta do it no matter what. I love my friends both the one who carried us and the one who trolled me (hahaha, by mistake).

#mobile legends #mlbb #ml #rank #belerick #gottrolledbyfriend #tank #tanklife #rant

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holycowbrowniekitty · 6 years

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20.5 Special talk corner: Kantou Tournament Veteran Schools summit p. 128-133

And here is the long awaited captain interaction! Tezuka, Tachibana, Akazawa, Atobe, Aoi and Sanada team up to talk about their role as a captain. This is some really good banter!

My translations can all be found here.

P. 128

20.5 Special talk corner Kantou Tournament Veteran schools summit ( A captain summit)

Proposals to the Middle school Tennis world. In this book, you'll find a never read before project! The captains of Kantou's most outstanding schools have gathered! Crossing the fences of their schools, the captains will passionately talk about their sense of responsibility, worries, and the state of middle school tennis as it is now and in the future!!

Written by Inoue Mamoru (Monthly Pro tennis)

From Main planner/Inoue Mamoru (Monthly Pro Tennis editor): The captain's leading the strongest clubs have unwavering beliefs and philosophies. I think I'll be able to hear some constructive comments to the middle school tennis world if they look back at the municipals and regionals.

P. 129

Inoue: Thank you everyone for gathering at this busy spot today! This year's municipal's and Kantou regionals were filled with unusually high leveled competitions, so if you look back at it, are there are any ideas or suggestions you would like to give the tennis world from now on?

Tezuka: I think it has been a huge privilege to have received a spot in this competition. However, I think I can share a few stories of the player's of Japan's tennis world.

Aoi: You're so stuffy Tezuka!

Sanada: What are you saying! If you want to call yourself the representative of your club, it is your duty to state constructive comments! That means calling someone "stuffy" is… tarundoru! (Because Rikkaidai's captain is hospitalized, we called the vice captain Sanada-kun as substitution)

Aoi: W-well… uh… I mean…

Tachibana: Well, don't say it like that Sanada. Even if he's a captain, he's still a first year.

Sanada: So age has become the reason for a lack of self-reliance? When I was a first year, there were few hydration spots on the grounds, and I established the installation of vending machines that sell drinking water by sending in a proposal to the administration of the tournament.

Tachibana and Akazawa: (… you are the only 1st year who would do that)

Akazawa: By the way, this time 7 people should have been called. Aren't we missing someone?

Tachibana: Now you say it, I don't even think we're with 6.

Sanada: To be late… It's preposterous!

Tezuka: Don't think too much. Listen closely.

???: Hyoutei! Hyoutei!

Aoi: W-w-what is that!?

Atobe: (shines) It's me!!

Akazawa: It's you again! Stop fooling around bastard! When we were competing for 5th place, he also appeared with such flash.

Tezuka: It's been a while Atobe. Are you satisfied now?

Atobe: Aah, yeah I am. You guys, go home already.

Hyoutei's tennis club members: Yes!!

P. 130

Inoue: Hahaha, it seems like everyone is present. Is it okay if we get to the main issue at hand?

Tezuka: Feel free.

Inoue: Then, I wanted to know what you guys thought was the best match at this year's municipals and regionals?

Atobe: I haven't thought as far as discussing that, ahn.

Aoi: I don't really know what I'd pick for the municipals

Sanada: Actually, can you please tell us what you mean with "Best match", Inoue-san?

Inoue: Ah, that's right (as expected Sanada-kun has an air of intimidation). First, the match's level should be high. And also fascinating the audience with the development of the match… things like that.

Sanada: Then we don't have any matches like that. From the start, our goal was qualifying, the contents of our matches don't matter.

Atobe: Heh, it can't be helped that you guys had dull matches.

Sanada: What!

Atobe: Oh well, the best match was ore-sama's and Tezuka's, and it's not like anyone will object to that.

Sanada: What about that was the best match! Breaking down in the middle of the match, it's disgraceful as a player.

Atobe: You're not a romantic guy at all. It was kind of like a tv drama.

Sanada. Hm. Anyway, tarundoru Tezuka!!

Tezuka: Do not worry Sanada. I will definitely have recovered by the nationals, and will take you on in a perfect state of health.

Atobe: Hey, you guys, don't ignore me and just continue the conversation!

Inoue: Ah… then there's no doubt about Atobe-kun and Tezuka-kun's match being the best? (Inoue note: After this, to prevent the quarreling and controversy, let them choose 3 best matches)

The captains chose?

Their municipal/regional's most favorite game (Best 3)

Tezuka (Seigaku) VS Atobe (Hyoutei) With Atobe-kun's severe pushing, they chose this match. The match development and the level of the players was high, and it was an undisputed amazing game.

Kamio (Fudoumine) VS Sengoku (Yamabuki) Tachibana-kun fiercely pushed this match. It's true that the match between the nationals level big gun Sengoku-kun and the tenacious Kamio-kun was intense!!

Akazawa/Kaneda (St. Rudolph) VS Oishi/Kikumaru (Seigaku) At the regionals, St. Rudolph lost, but the match where they defeated Golden pair was one with value.

P. 131

Inoue: T-then, is it okay if I continue with the next question (I wonder if I made a mistake in selecting my interviewees?). Who do you guys think is this year's best rookie? Ah, The definition of rookie is someone who this year, became a regular for the first time, appeared in a match and is relied upon as a player.

Aoi: (My heart's beating… if I get chosen as best rookie here, I'll get fan letters from 100 girls at the nationals…)

Inoue: As for my opinion, I think it should be Seigaku's Echizen-kun.

Tezuka: I'm taking your word, Inoue-san. Anyhow, despite Echizen's abilities, his character is still immature. If you're talking about him as a best rookie, he should improve his human nature.

Tachibana: If you say it like that, our group isn't fit to be the best rookie either. When they get heated, they do whatever without thinking.

Atobe: Then our Hiyoshi is a difficult case as well. That guy needlessly provokes, and he's also very antagonistic towards the club members. That guy Mukahi always irritates him. However, he's the kind of type that won't grow and will become menial if you don't push him.

Tachibana: I see. We all have our problems with our members.

Minami: Right, good grief.

Sanada: Well, isn't Echizen being the best rookie good. He created a sensation at the regionals, he's reliable.

Akazawa: If that's the case our Yuuta is… No, our Yuuta wouldn't win. If you guys choose Echizen, I wouldn't object.

Minami: Hm, hm, that's right.

Atobe: If it's like that, isn't Echizen our best bet?

Inoue: What does everyone think, it doesn't seem like anyone here has any objections to Echizen-kun..?

Tezuka: if everyone said it, it doesn't look like anyone has a motive to stubbornly refuse.

Inoue: Then I'll write down that everyone chose Echizen-kun as the best rookie.

Aoi: (M-my kind of topic…it has already moved on!!)

The captains chose (?)

This year's best rookie No1

Echizen Ryoma While he was in his first year, he became a regular of prestigious Seigaku, and until the semi-finals, he didn't lose once! With his small stature and offensive play, he suddenly became the hot topic of this year.

P.132

Akazawa: By the way, is it true that Echizen is the son of that "Samurai Nanjirou"!?

Tezuka: Ah, that's right.

Tachibana: So it was true!? I too thought he looked like him.

Atobe: I see. He who shook the world before, Samurai Nanjirou.

Inoue: That's right! With his heroic play, he evenly matched or even surpassed the veterans of the world, with his alias the Samurai, it's that Echizen Nanjirou!!

Echizen Ryoma's (Seigaku) real father

Echizen Nanjirou With his offensive and courageous play, he was nicknamed the Samurai, an unparalleled player. When he was at the top, he suddenly retired.

Sanada: Inoue-san. As a press member, you should be objective and calm at all times, and definitely not slack off in those areas!

Inoue: Ah… my bad, my bad, continue.

Minami: Oh well, isn't it okay?

Sanada: Anyway, Samurai Nanjirou… I've also admired his plays.

Akazawa: Huh!? You remembered him?

Sanada: Of course.

Tezuka: His play has left an extraordinary impression on me as well.

Tachibana:… I also recollect some faint memories… I think we were around 1-2 at that time, was he still active at that time?

Atobe: Aren't you guys glossing over your age ahn?

Aoi: Heeh, I don't care at all about that Samurai something.

Akazawa: What!?

Aoi: Well you know what they say "The older the wiser," like that? The elderly like you guys can remember the olden days much better.

Tachibana and Sanada: (Ugh!)

Akazawa: Hey. It's not because you're the greenhorn bastard here that you should be so conceited.

Aoi: Huh!?

Tezuka: Time flows evenly for all humans. You should remember that while you may be the youngest now that won't be absolute.

Atobe: Oh well, that urchin won't understand your lecture.

Aoi:…. S-such a thing….was it something I shouldn't have done?

Inoue: Well, it seems like there's a chance to change the subject now, we'll reach our conclusion soon… (The air has become somewhat uncomfortable)

Atobe: Hey, who's coming there?

Tachibana: Hm? That's…

P. 133

Oishi: Hah, haaah, haa…I'm sorry! Everyone, I kept you guys waiting!

Tezuka: Oishi!? Why are you…?

Oishi: Ah, Tezuka came as well? This is a problem. Sorry, I learned of the meeting just now…

Inoue: Oishi-kun, did you come because you thought you missed the captain's meeting?

Oishi: Yes. It's like that.

Atobe: Hm, we didn't call you.

Oishi: Huh!?

Tezuka: Oishi… when I was absent, you showed a full sense of responsibility. Because you were there, I could leave the club to you, and could completely devote myself to my cure with a peace of mind.

Sanada: No matter how many times you say it, injuring your own body is tarundoru!

Tezuka: However, at this place, you should leave it to me. I want to show my duty as Seigaku's captain.

Oishi: That's right, Tezuka. If you're here, I'm not anxious at all. Then, please excuse me. I'm sorry to have troubled you (Oishi, leaves)

Inoue: (What a troublesome bunch) Then, let's wrap it up this time.

Sanada: The municipals and regionals were just a side show. We will show our true strength at the nationals.

Tachibana: We share the same sentiment.

Aoi: We won't lose either!

Akazawa:…. (Everyone seems lively).

Atobe: Ore-sama is going on a vacation to my villa at the Aegean Sea. Well, I will be awaiting reports of your activities there.

Minami: Yeah! Please look forward to us!

Atobe and Sanada and Tachibana and Aoi: You, how long were you here?

Minami: Ha…!? Haven't I been here from the start!!

Tezuka: (….I didn't notice him either…) Then everyone, let's meet at the nationals.

The summit is over. Inoue Mamoru's impressions

Even when it got a bit noisy later on, with each school's captains here, there was a presence and sense of responsibility that completely overwhelmed me. As long as these guys are here, they will hold the hope of Japan's tennis from now on… It seems likely that I have said enough. When the nationals finish, I think I'm going to hold another convention like this.

#prince of tennis #tenipuri #translation #mytranslation #20.5 #aoi kentarou #atobe keigo #akazawa yoshirou #tezuka kunimitsu #sanada genichirou #minami kentarou #oishi syuichirou #inoue mamoru #tachibana kippei

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