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ninapi · 1 year

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New to this (Atsumu version)

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Premise: Atsumu get's another chance to get back the love of his life, the mother of his son, and build the family he was supposed to have.

Word Count: 3643.

Warning: a tiny, very tiny bit suggestive.

Chapter 4: The price of fame

It was a beautiful morning, summer was around the corner and you could already see it, the view from your train window was breathtaking, everything so green and lush. Your son was beyond excited, this was his first time riding a bullet train so everything was extra special for him, even the sandwiches you bought to eat on the way.

You finished eating yours first and decided to read the instructions in the email you have received from your son’s new school, you saw they were requesting some additional documents that you would probably need to get before officially transferring him over. That's when you noticed his name in the application, ¨Tsumu, oh my god.¨ you shoved your phone on his face, zooming on the name for him to see what he's done, ¨What is it, love?¨ he really didn’t notice? ¨Tsumu, Seiji has my last name, not yours. And they need us to take his birth certificate to complete the registration!¨ he was honestly so confused, ¨Why does he have your last name? Isn't he my son? He should be a Miya, no?¨ you sighed, deflating onto your seat, ¨Well yes, he should be a Miya. But you can’t give out last names that aren’t yours if the dad isn’t present after birth, so he has my last name.¨ your son was using his dad’s phone to watch animal videos, so you weren’t concerned about him hearing all this, ¨Oh, I didn’t know that. We need to change it then. Shouldn’t be hard if I go with you.¨ he shrugs, not making a big deal out of it, his son should have his name, that’s obvious. You agreed to this, it was easier to just do it when you go for his certificate than to fill out another application or even look for another school. But you realized that, a week ago, the implications of doing just that would have been really heavy, and right now they weren’t, it all felt just natural.

A couple of hours later you finally arrived to Osaka, Seiji was so much better it was encouraging, his fever was almost non-existent at this point, he was just very excited to see his new house and hoping the weekend would come faster since his daddy promised to take him to USJ before he has to go to school again.

You were gathering your stuff, zipping Atsumu´s backpack shut while he picked his son up, his large hand quickly seeking yours, lacing your fingers together as he pulled you towards the exit of the station. Along the way you stopped in a few shops to get some food and other things you might need now that his bachelor’s apartment was in need of upgrades, but you arrived there relatively fast.

He was right when he said the apartment was bigger. But it was still fairly empty, it made you question why he never bothered buying proper furniture. Your mind takes you to some things he’s said over the last few days that might indicate him going through some very depressing years which could explain why everything was so empty, it must have been tough for him too.

He had the entire floor just for himself, three large bedrooms and a smaller one that looked like it could be an office, only one was occupied and had pretty much the same setup that the one back in Tokyo, a very large bed in the middle of an empty room with a larger than life screen on the wall. Though he at least had a living room there. Well, more like a sofa. It was also littered with exercise equipment and you could see how he mostly spent majority of his time there. Another big screen was adorning the opposite wall. You know it would be a challenge to make this place look like an actual home but you were kinda looking forward to it.

There were big boxes at the entrance, blocking the door, you almost couldn’t get in because they were so big. Once you both were safely inside, Tsumu brought them all in and you noticed he was moving them all to one of the empty bigger rooms. Seiji ran after his dad to ‘help’ him and to your surprise, he had bought an entire room set from Ikea, everything matched perfectly and in just a couple of hours your son had a lovely room. He got him a fancy looking bed, it almost looked like a tent and Seiji was the happiest child on earth, he was already planning what he would do with all his free space, maybe he’ll start a rock collection and display it there or maybe even a research lab, he needed to start young if he wanted to save elephants from extinction. His dad also ordered a big bookcase since he noticed his son’s love for books and a child sized desk with a matching chair. Even with all this he had so much space, you could easily see this room filled with toys and laughter in a near future.

He didn’t mention ordering anything, it was the most pleasant surprise you’ve got in a very long time. He was all sweaty and in desperate need of a shower after building all that furniture, but you brought him into an unexpected hug, going on your tippy toes to kiss his lips, ¨Thank you, Tsumu. Seiji’s never had his own room before, look at how excited he is. I didn’t know you had all this planned already!¨ he wrapped an arm around your waist, caressing your cheek with his unoccupied hand while looking down at you adoringly, ¨Yeah, well the kid needs a room. I’m glad he likes it, we still need to get him more stuff though, but for that I need your help, he needs more toys and stuff to make the room look like a kid’s room but I suck at that and got everything white. Can you help me with that, mama?¨ he slurred the last part of the sentence, placing tender kisses along your jawline. ¨Sure, let’s do that later then. I think you need a shower.¨ you pinched your nose jokingly, making him laugh, but you gotta admit he looked hot as hell building all that, specially having your child clinging onto his back supervising his work and handing him the correct tools needed while he was working. ¨I think you need a shower too though…we should save some water you know, bills are expensive and all, probably should just share it, don´t you think?¨ his face was now buried on the side of your neck, placing soft enticing little kisses to sway you to his side, your son who was now getting ready to climb his dad’s leg unbeknown to any of you, startled him when he yelled, ¨Yes, daddy! Let’s share!! I need a shower too.¨ this kid, seriously. Managing to peel yourself out of his grip you wave at him, heading over to his suitcase to look for a clean set of clothes for your child, ¨Have fun, you two.¨ Tsumu loved his son, but he was getting to his limit and needed a plan. Mumbling incoherent things, he lifted his little boy from his leg and took him to his bathroom while he thought of strategies to have you all to himself for a while. He had more fun that he thought he would though, his naked toddler running around his big shower area splashing him and making silly noises, apparently his bathroom looked like a spaceship and they were now in a quest to save humanity.

You went to stash your son’s clothing in his new closet and left the rest of his things there on the floor for him to decorate his new space, while you prepared lunch.

Once they got out of the shower adventure, Seiji ran into his room noticing all his things waiting for him and called his daddy in, he wanted to show him that one polaroid picture of a beatle he took at the park, what he didn’t see was his dad’s face when he was looking at all the other polaroid pictures in the box. Pictures of newborn Seiji in your arms, pictures of his first birthday, his first steps. Beach trips, theme park fun, silly pictures all over the place, all of them being just the two of you. A hole was growing fast in his heart and that’s when his son found the beatle. He wanted his daddy to help him pinning them to the wall above his desk, he really loved his polaroid collection. While he was at it, he also gave him some drawings and other trinkets to place higher in places he couldn’t get himself to reach and while he did as his son requested, he realized what he’s missed was bigger than he ever thought.

After a hearty lunch, Seiji had finally crashed for nap time and you were filling all the forms online that you needed to get the documents requested by the school, it seemed like it would be much easier than you thought getting his name changed and all you had to do was to go in person and sign together. You were about to rely the good news to Atsumu when you noticed his sullen look so you scooted closer to him on the sofa, ¨Hey, what’s wrong?¨ you placed a hand over his arm, giving him a concerned look, ¨I just realized I missed so many of Seiji’s firsts, it made me feel lonely. Those are things I’ll never be able to experience, you know? Like seeing him walk for the first time or hearing his first words, his first day of school, things like that…¨ you nodded, smiling at the thought of your son’s first words and steps, ¨Did you know his first word wasn’t mama? It was actually pudding¨ you imitate your baby boy and this made Tsumu smile, leaning over to rest his head on your shoulder, ¨A very Miya thing to do if you ask me.¨ he nuzzles your neck, sadness still embedded in his soul, ¨I wish I could have heard it though.¨ you held his hand, gently rubbing his knuckles with your thumb in thought, ¨We can't go back in time, Tsumu. But who knows, maybe you’ll get another chance…¨ you were being vague, not wanting to get ahead of yourself, you just wanted to lift his mood up but hearing you say that was like swallowing fireworks to him. ¨Another chance as in, another baby?¨ the hopeful look in his eyes was squeezing your heart raw, would you give him that chance? To be a dad for real, from the start? ¨Well, who knows what could happen. Was just saying.¨ you were getting shy and his heart was in cloud9. Maybe he would get a chance, a bigger chance than he ever expected to have.

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The next day you went to get the paperwork you requested the previous day after Atsumu finished his morning practice. He went back home to pick you both up and headed over to register your son officially as Miya Seiji.

Once you got all the papers straighten out and printed for the school, you stopped to get some ice cream, enjoying the lovely weather. Your son raved about how he tried that fancy ice cream his daddy picked and wanted him to pick a new one for him, going for one called, ¨Spring cookie waterslide fun¨, who comes up with this names- but he loved it nonetheless.

After a lovely family date, Tsumu had to go back to practice and when he arrived at the gym every single pair of eyes were on him right away, making him shiver.

Hinata was the first one to move, walking ever so slowly over to his setter. He showed him his phone that was full of pictures of him with his family in different locations; pictures of you holding hands at the train station, of him kissing ice cream out of your lips, of him holding his son. ¨Where did you get those, Shoyo?¨ his tone was honestly pretty scary, so cold it could freeze them all in a second, making Hinata want to flee to safety, but he was brave, he could do this. ¨They are all over the internet. Your name is actually trending in different platforms.¨ he’s gotten the attention of the media before, but never like this, he didn’t think it was a big deal though, you were there to stay, might as well let the world know.

He went to get changed ignoring all the stares and all resumed their practice as normal.

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When he got home, he saw you laying on your shared bed, scrolling through social media. The comments were pretty intense. Women of all ages calling you ugly and a whore. Even insulting your child calling him a bastard. But you knew none of this was his fault, it comes with the package if you get involved with someone remotely famous.

He plopped on the bed feeling awfully tired, crawling all the way over to rest his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair while reading some more comments, ¨Is it real bad, baby?¨ he didn't even want to look into your screen, burying his face on the softness of your chest. ¨Well, if you erase all those fangirls from it, it’s not as bad. Seems like you have very good and supportive friends rooting for you.¨ that was unusual, so he peeked up at you for clarifications. You went to the main trending page to show him, ¨C´mere look.¨

¨Kageyama Tobio Official: Miya-san is a great setter, you should all be ashamed of yourselves.¨

¨00_SunaRin_00: They’ve been together since high school, if you didn’t know about her is because you don't know anything about your beloved Tsumukyun.¨

¨The new Tiny Giant: We love you, don’t listen to all this nonsense!¨

¨NOT the real Bokuto Kotarou from MSBY: TsumTsum is the greatest setter one could ever wish to have, if you are mean to him and he leaves our team I will hate you all forever! 👿 ¨

Atsumu was beyond moved with all the comments from his actual friends, people that actually knew him for who he was and who wanted him to be comfortable and embrace his happiness. His heart felt tight and his eyes filled with tears. You were holding him gently, throwing the phone away to the side. ¨Everything will be fine, Tsumu. I don't really care about what they said. Even if they said I’m ugly and don’t deserve you, all it matters is what you and I think.¨ you smiled, but he knew you better than you knew yourself, the look in your eyes, the forced smile, of course this was affecting you.

He buried his face on your chest once more, wanting to be babied by you but also thinking of a way to protect you from all this. He was placing soft gentle pecks in between your breasts, while you caressed his back lovingly in silence. ¨Baby, I think I should say something. I know you said it doesn't matter, but it does to me. I don't want them saying bullshit about the woman I love or my son.¨ he was looking into your eyes now with determination. ¨Would you let me post a picture of me and Seiji together in my account?¨ you nodded at his request, his face was all over the internet now anyways so its not like it mattered. ¨And maybe this…if you don´t mind of course…¨ he was acting strangely shy while roaming his bedside table’s drawer. He brought out a small red velvet box, opening it for you to see what was inside, your breath hitching at the content. ¨I…well, I’ve had this with me since back in the day when I was going to propose, is it ok if maybe you wear it for a sec and we take a picture of our hands so I add it to the post? I know we aren’t engaged or anything, but it would bury all those rumors down and they would have no other choice than to accept it.¨ he was so ridiculously nervous, his ears were ringing and all he could hear was his heartbeat. Your face was bright red, but your eyes never left the ring.

So it was true, he really wanted to marry you all those years ago.

You gave him a small smile, trying to swallow down your own tears and handed him your hand for him to put it on for you. He complied immediately, giving your finger a light kiss after sliding it down. It fitted to perfection. He snapped a quick picture of your joint hands, quickly posting both of them to his account.

¨THE_Miya_Atsumu: Sorry I’m late. I know you’ve already seen pictures of my family going on online, but wanted you to hear it from me. Meet my son, he is five and is as promising as his dad. And even if I would like to tell you that the beautiful woman in the pictures is my wife, well we aren’t there yet, but as you can see, she will be soon. I really don’t appreciate you being mean to the woman I love or even worse, my son. So I hope you understand and to continue having your support.¨

The likes were going off the roof, in less than a minute he was trending once again. While others were sulking, majority of his real fans respected him for coming out clean, for valuing their support, and they were all dying due to Seiji's cuteness. Things were slowing down and he could finally breathe once again.

He was staring at the empty box, knowing he should probably just put the ring back inside, he didn’t want to make you even more uncomfortable, but you were happily looking at it in awe.

¨It’s a beautiful ring, Tsumu. It’s a bit surprising that it still fits, don’t you think?" his sneaky self was going under the shirt you were wearing, he just wanted to hide from you, he didn’t want the ring back, so his head went inside the shirt seeking for shelter, you were actually wearing one of his shirts as you haven’t finished unpacking yet, so he fit in it just fine, looking to stuff his face on his favorite bouncy set of pillows. ¨Tsumu, what are you doing?¨ you were laughing, squirming at his cold hands, ¨I just, don’t want to see you taking off the ring, so I’m going to live here now.¨ he was so silly, but you loved this side of him, ¨Do I have to take it off?¨ his heart stopped for a minute there, did you not want to? ¨Well, no not really. It’s yours after all, I just never got a chance to give it to you.¨ he was mumbling, half suffocated by your supple skin, ¨Well you kindda just did…¨ his head popped out of the collar of the shirt just a bit, making you burst out laughing again at how ridiculous the two of you looked right now, ¨Do you, want to…you know…marry me? Doesn’t have to be now, we can wait as long as you want until you actually want to-¨ you shut him up by kissing the tip of his nose, pushing his head back down to rest on your chest, ¨Yeah…I think I’ll keep it for now.¨ his heart was over the moon, you didn’t want to take it off! He felt so grateful, so accomplished, there’s just so much love in his heart right now, he doesn’t even know how to express it, so he kisses every inch of your skin he has available in his proximity.

Your son came in running into your room, laughing at how silly his daddy looked right now, ¨Daddy, you look like a fat taco.¨ refusing to go out of his safe heaven he just waved his son off, cuddling your soft body, sneakily trying to get you off your bra, only to get his hand swatted away by an angry mother. ¨kay, kay. I’ll wait till the slimy demon child goes to bed.¨ he grumbles, going out of his little paradise and lifting his son up to tickle his tummy as an act of revenge. Your son’s laughter being the cherry on top for the happiest night of his existence.

¨Daddy, can we go to USJ tomorrow?¨ you were supposed to go on the weekend, but fighting those puppy eyes was something he just couldn’t do. He had late practice tomorrow so you all could go in the morning. ¨Ok, but daddy has to go to work after lunch.¨ the child went out in a frenzy, hurrying to pack his bag for tomorrow's adventure.

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You weren’t so sure about going out in public so quickly after all the mess from the day before, but Seiji insisted and he was going back to school next week so you wanted to indulge your son.

You all had so much fun, all Seiji wanted to do was go on the same rides over and over again in the Mario land and you both complied, now being proud owners of power-up bands and defeating Bowser.Jr with team effort. Your son has never had so much fun in his life. You ate so many yummy snacks and took pictures with every single character available.

You also officially took your first family polaroid in front of the castle, this becoming Seiji´s new treasure, quickly defeating the beatle.

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The next morning Atsumu was trending once more, pictures of you having fun at Universal being in the front page of many local news sites, this time however, the comments were all positive, all talking about how cute you all looked wearing the same shirt and matching headbands. Some of them even on your side saying you were actually very pretty and looked super cute together, that you made the perfect couple, the perfect family.

And all of the sudden, the price of fame didn’t feel as high and you both felt you could live with it.

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cocomeow · 1 year

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Update after 1 month of Coco being here

I didn't expect her to be this cuddly? When she's not tired she's mostly still not seeking out cuddles, but if she is, then she's immediately coming up for snuggles and ENJOYS them a lot. Lays sometimes on my chest/neck/almost face, to the point I can barely breathe. Often meows at me before laying on me, too.

Besides that, she's still the sweetest independent princess. Even when wanting to be alone she's staying near one, but just wants her personal space. Didn't expect that too of her tbh cause she always fled from her littermates and mom, but she's kinda clingy with all of us.

Did I ever mention she sits on me when I sleep sideways? Apparently my shoulders are very comfy.

Grooms herself so loudly that she is always waking me up.

Has a bad attention span and can't focus on a toy for more than 2 minutes, especially on her own. Playing with her works mostly better but not always. Only if the toy is new.

Dislikes most soft textures? She doesn't acknowledge her own little bed, blankets (she likes to get them put on her, but she always prevents having to walk on any), pillows, anything cuddly tbh, but loves cardboard and other rough textures.

Doesn't really seek out warm places!? Often prefers cold areas. I'm confused about that cause they're originally desert animals and I always knew cats that love it as warm as possible?

Got used to living here cause she's seeking out a few more sleeping places than the bed only, she's getting comfy at more locations.

Plays hide and seek & tag T_T it's the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed in my life.

Her agility improved soo much, she's so extremely fast and more confident when climbing.

Started chewing on cables, oh boy... She doesn't scratch any furniture or walls, but she's still obsessed and goes haywire (ha) with anything stringy. At least I got to do cable management bc of her.

When I try to distract her to not chew on cables, she'd rather chew on the cables than play. No distraction ever works, so they have to be hidden.

She also doesnt't (want) to listen, the vet said that clicker training would work, well? we tried it out and it's just not... working. She knows she's going to get a treat after listening to "no", so she does stuff she isn't supposed to, listens shortly, until she gets a treat and then repeats the process a few times. But she's also a cat, so I am not surprised she's not immediately supposed to know everything. She doesn't ever do anything maliciously, as she doesnt get aggressive, so I'm unsure whether she's very clever or actually possesses only 3 braincells and is forgetful.

Speaking of never getting aggressive, she never once hissed yet. The worst she tried was a gentle nibble, but usually she flees stressful situations.

Most stressful situations for her so far have been my noisy relatives, and the telephone ringing. She got used to the vacuum cleaner really fast.

Food is everything for her and she tries everything possible to get it. Meows like crazy when she wanna get treats, too.

Giving her deworming pills was more than easy cause they got hidden under food and she just... devoured it.

Once she went to her toilet, then she heard that we prepared food for her, RAN towards the noise as if a lion was chasing her and left a poop in the way... she didn't finish going to toilet bc of utter excitement, just did it while running lmao. Sounds worse than it is tbh, was pretty cute to see her THAT excited (besides the cleaning up part ofc)

Clipping her nails works really good when she's tired, I read to give cats treat rewards for each nail so they know it's positive. For her it doesn't work, she gets feral after a treat and afterwards it's not possible to clip them cause she's so hyper and immediately awake after getting something to eat. So everytime I need to brush her or clip her nails, it's not needed to give her a treat. She's fine with almost everything the moment she's tired.

Very very curious, has to discover EVERYTHING. What is extra cute is, that she likes when people clean here, change sheets, etc... She always sits beside and watches.

Often scream-meows when leaving her alone, sometimes even when it's only for a few minutes. Poor baby waits at the door and meows and meows. ;_; If she realizes it takes a bit more to come back, she goes back to sleeping.

Once one scary moment happened, it sounded like someone got shot outside and we all just panicked a little. Coco seemed to notice, as she went person to person, purred, and afterwards laid on her back, showing off her stomach. She is truly sweet, I really think she tried to calm us.

Gave her save plants to eat and she absolutely destroyed them. She only tried a little bit to eat them, but she plucked like 70% of the leaves and played with them instead.

Also already reacts to catnip? I thought kittens usually don't, but she does. She just rolls around on her back then lol.

Conclusion:

she's a kitten, ofc I expected her to be a bit stressful, but every moment has been 100% worth it so far and I can't adore her more cause all good moments outdo anything negative 🤍

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jollyinha · 19 days

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50 (+3) Facts About My Rook Listener (aka Félix)!

Because I love him in a hiperfocus kind of way 😭💙 If you want to see how he looks like, go to my yuurivoice tag, and you will find all my listeners! Although I probably should make an updated version, he has gotten a 2.0 version ever since... Also, tagging @itsargyle since they suggested taking other YV fans! I'm... Too shy to tag anyone else tho lmao

Anyway, here goes my big infodump on my favorite sunshine boy:

1 - Hey, I'm Félix Torres... Or not, because that's my middle name, and my actual name is Victor. But I'm not that fond of Victor, so I go by Félix!

2 - Victor was my mom's grandpa's name, and Félix is a tribute to my dad, whose name was Feliciano.

3 - Thanks to the acute accent, the correct pronunciation of Félix would be "feh-liks", not "fee-liks". Oh, and the "c" in Victor is mute. It's Vitor. But sometimes even I forget that it isn't supposed to be spelled like the gringos do, haha!

4 - My mom is Brazilian and my dad was Colombian. I was born in Brazil (Aracaju in Sergipe, to be more specific), but have been living in the USA for most of my life now. I used to spend the holidays in Colombia as a kid, but haven't been there ever since dad passed away... I really should pay it a visit again soon, though. It's a real nice country.

5 - I speak native Portuguese, fluent English and intermediary Spanish. I've been studying ASL (as of right now I just know basic stuff like "hi", "how are you?", how to introduce myself... But hey, at least I know the whole alphabet off the top of my head!) and French too, but it has been hard to find some free time... And when I do have it, I always end up drawing, crafting, cooking... Duolingo's owl wants to eat my ass.

6 - Speaking of which, these are my favorite hobbies! Drawing and painting are main passions in life, though. I've been in love with art as far as I can remember. I was in a few-years-long hiatus when it came to painting, only came back to it recently, but have been drawing non-stop ever since I was a little boy!

7 - When it comes to crafting, I enjoy many aspects of it... I've been really into papercraft these days. Origami, paper dolls, collages... But I also really like jewelry making and fabric painting (even if I find it so damn hard, haha!). I just love personalizing things in general. Sometimes, I see a piece of furniture, have an idea and just have to put my personal touch.

8 - I also know how to sew, but I can't say that I'm a big fan. I've tried crochet once, per example, and almost fell asleep on the couch. It's just a bit boring to me... But I'll gladly sew back a button or fix a hole if you ask nicely!

9 - And, last but not least, I love cooking! Not as much as I love to eat, but anyway. I picked up cooking as a way to deal with my pyrophobia and to bond with my uncle (he owns a restaurant!), and really took a liking to it... And modesty aside, I'm damn good at it!

10 - Speaking of which... I'm a bit of a bottomless pit when it comes to food! I'll eat (mostly) anything, am willing to try (mostly) everything and am hungry 24/7. Please, feed me.

11 - My favorite food is kind of specific, but: I love Thanksgiving pies. And breakfast foods. But anything that's chicken or has corn is also very damn good.

12 - I don't really like fruits. Most of them feel either bland (apples taste like NOTHING!) or straight up gross. I hate, HATE peach. Mango, guaba and pineapple too. Disgusting. I'm team vegetables all the way. Lemon and watermelon are the only ones that get a pass.

13 - My favorite ice cream favorite is chocomint!

14 - When it comes to drinks... I like coffee, as long as it has milk and unholy amounts of sugar (hate bitter coffee, as contradictory as it is). And while I'm not too big on alcoholic drinks, I like champagne.

15 - I also like biking, but, much like studying ASL and French, I don't have enough free time nowadays to really get into it again... But I try to bike every weekend I can!

16 - As a kid, I was in singing classes! I really enjoyed it and was pretty decent at it, but nowadays I do it just for fun. Love singing and listening to music around the house while doing other things.

17 - I have eight tattoos on total: Flower sleeves on both arms (featuring a clock among the flowers on the left arm and a bird on the right), music player symbols on the left side of my chest, "keep going" on the right side, an anchor on my upper back, a sun and a crescent moon on my lower back, a sea monster's tentacles going through my right hip and a paper plane on my left ankle!

18 - I also have a bunch of moles. On my face, on my back and on my chest. I used to be embarrassed by them, but nowadays, not nearly as much.

19 - I have been dyeing my hair blonde ever since college. I'm actually a brunette! I like being a blondie, but I'm considering going back to my roots... My hair is screaming for help. [He goes back to being a brunette and lets his hair grow after the events of Escape]

20 - Oh yeah, speaking of college... I have a Law degree. And am working on this field. Ya-hoo... Unfortunately, I needed a more lucrative career to support my family. But my long-term life goal is to be able to quit and live from art! And I like to believe I'm almost there.

21 - I pierced my ears in college too! I usually only wear my lucky sun earrings, but if I'm feeling fancy, I can go with a larger one.

22 - I considered becoming an English major for a while, but didn't happen either.

23 - I have a weird love for plaid jackets (of any color, but especially blue ones) and grungy bracelets. If you wanna give me anything that's wearable, going with either of these is the safest bet! Can't ever have enough of these!

24 - My favorite animals are octopuses (I had an obsession with sea monsters as a kid and this love never really died) and peacocks (they're just awesome)!

25 - My lucky number is sixteen, because my birthday is on February 16th, and because if you put "Félix Victor" together, there's a sixteen in Roman numerals right in the middle: XVI!

26 - Also, I'm 30 as of 2024, and... It's terrifying, to be honest. Buuut I'll find comfort on the fact that I look like I'm 20, hehe.

27 - This one will be hard to explain, but... I really like the sun. From summer to sunflowers to sun imageries... I like the sun. And all because of my dad. It's a long history, but yeah.

28 - I have a younger sister, her name is Alice! She's in college right now, she's History major! And... She's my pride and joy.

29 - And I also have five younger cousins: Ariel, Rafael, Leon, Joyce and Mercedes! I love them all, they're like my siblings. [Joyce is actually my Sunflower listener!]

30 - I... Have a... Weird relationship with my mom. It has been getting worse these last few years... Ah, nevermind, I shouldn't have brought this up.

31 - I had three relationships in my life... Well, three and a half, if you count that high school fling, but I digress: My first boyfriend lasted, like, half a year of my freshman year in college. It was nice, we just realized quickly that neither of us were serious. And my second boyfriend... Ergh. Tristan. We began dating in my junior year, and had a pretty messy break-up right after my graduation...

32 - ...But, nearly a whole decade after that, he sent me a DM on Instagram asking me how I was, and I mistakenly thought he became a decent human being. Hell, he was the one who got me my current job. He works in the Marketing department and was kind enough to tell me that Legal was hiring. I thought that we could at least be friends again, but... He's still a pain in the ass, at the end of the day. And still wants me back. ERGH...

33 - ...But, actually, I should thank him for that. Ironically, by trying to get back with me, he got me my third and current boyfriend... And... I won't talk too much about our relationship, but... This is the happiest I've ever been with someone. I mean it.

34 - Ok, how do I say this? I... Have been told that I... Have a pretty high libido. Or, if you want to be meaner, I'm a horny bastard. I... Will not elaborate if that's true or not. [It Is Literally Canonical]

35 - But even if I WAS a horny bastard, I'm a romantic at heart, believe it or not! I like being swept off my feet! I like flowers! I like cheesy pick-up lines! I like cuddles, god, I really like cuddles... Anyway.

36 - I'm a petite lil' guy. I'm 1m69cm tall... Or 5'8ft.

37 - I have ADHD. I was diagnosed when I was 20. I've been taking meds to help with my lack of focus, and it really has been helping.

38 - I also have insomnia. It isn't as bad as it was a few years ago, but it still sucks.

39 - My favorite song of all time is "Don't Stop (Color on the Walls)" by Foster The People!

40 - My favorite movie of all time... It's a tie between Footloose and Burlesque.

41 - My favorite animated movie of all time is Ponyo!

42 - My MBTI is ENFP, my Enneagram is 2w3, and I'm an Aquarius!

43 - In my opinion, my biggest strengths as a person are that I'm pretty charming, I can get along with nearly any kind of person (given enough time), and that I'm notoriously hard to piss off. As long as you're not messing with my loved ones, it takes A LOT to make me actually angry.

44 - And my weaknesses... Well, I let people get away with stepping all over me pretty frequently... And I'm very restless. And I don't mean only physically, I mean like... Mentally. I feel like I'm a shark: If I stop moving, I'll die, y’know? Oh, I've been told that I can be pretty shameless and a bit nosy... And, welp. I... Can't really deny that.

45 - I hate the cold. I hate winter. I hate snow. Fuck you, northern hemisphere.

46 - I really like sitting on the floor, ever since I was a little boy. It just... Grounds me. No pun intended.

47 - My favorite color is blue, but yellow and orange are also lovely... And I've been getting real fond of red these days. Hehe (Can't believe that it took me this long to say my favorite color, we're on fact 47th...).

48 - I'm a dog person! I never got to have one, though...

49 - I, not-so-secretly, really like cute things. I may or may not have a big octopus plushie on my bed. And may or may not love Pompompurin and Gudetama.

50 - I'm overall pretty confident on my looks... Except for my smile and my laugh. My ex-boyfriend (Tristan) once said that my smile is wide enough to be scary, and my mom said that my laugh is too loud, and I've been restraining myself from truly smiling and laughing out loud in public ever since. But I tend to let go when near people I trust.

51 (bonus!) - I have a very sensitive neck... Now, if I see it as a good thing or a bad thing... Depends on what your intentions are... If you know what I mean.

52 (bonus!)² - I'm also pretty great at typing. My words per minute game is insane, modesty aside.

53 (bonus!)³ - I... Can be a little bit jealous when I'm dating someone. I was never a pain in the ass about it, I mostly just sulk in silence, but... Yeah. It's my toxic trait.

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice listener #yuurivoice auron #auron yuurivouce #yuurivoice rook #felix (rookie)

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breaded-boi · 9 months

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ngl i mourn for kids now because holy shit the toys do not have the same amount of detail or paint or anything nowadays. (with some exception, like i have no clue how MGA sells lol dolls for 20 bucks with the detail involved) the designers do the best they can but there's only so much you can do with modular plastic molds and stickers. i had a way better my little pony castle when i was 6 than the kids get now. like ok look at this.

This was the flagship g5 castle playset. and they try with nice molds, modular pieces, and leaning into a design that doesn't need much paint, right? The interactive bits are fun. But compared to what we used to have...

the motherfucking g3 celebration castle. The river, steps, climbing flowers, trim, rainbow-- all of it is painted detail. The inside does go with mostly stickers but that moat piece in particular is lovely. I may grab some more examples but my point is, the designers are still good, it's just wayyy more expensive to get stuff like this manufactured nowadays and it's sad that I idolized someday working in a toy industry that just does not exist the same way at all anymore. And I get if you may prefer the new design since the old castle is a little younger-skewed, but my point is the level of detail here is completely different between the two sets and both were suppose to be the "fancy deluxe birthday/christmas present" option for their respective generations. More examples--

I wasn't born in time to have clamshell polly pockets, but like.

The 2000 jungle pals set. Almost everything is colored!! the immersion is so good and the fact that it's a little fold-out house its so fucking cute. The gradient on the leaf canopy. there are modular pieces but the painted details bring it alllll together.

I didn't have this one but the little trees. the chair. come on. come onnnn

The modern polly, this is the most expensive set listed on mattel's site right now. And everything is either a separate mold or a sticker and i dunno like they try and it doesn't look super bad but it's not at all as immersive. they seem to push the interactive/moveable pieces to try and make up for the loss of immersion but its not the sameeee :( not to mention im honestly not a huge fan of the way they're pushing this particular palette of purple/teal.

This is an older set, and it uses similar colors to much better effect. even with hardly any painted detail the objects they choose to populate the scene with are tailored to that chunky look. Imo if you aren't going to paint a piece, molded detail can be a double-edged sword. the door and furniture in the modern set look much more like just chunks of plastic to me compared to the little food court chairs or the shrub in this one, because the pieces do not call attention to details that seem like they should be colored. There isn't much paint on this one, but if the floor flowers or the ferris wheel were just one solid color it would definitely hurt the appeal ykno?

now, littlest pet shop. im gonna take a second to spotlight the REAL old lps toys before the bobblehead style really came about because I had these as a kid (had a relative with an antique shop, these were before my time and I was lucky) and they are. just. the small amount of painted detail paired with good color choice really makes these work (had to take some of these from ebay listings, it's hard to find good pics)

The duck pond. Painted details on the trellis!! and the magnetic wand you could use to make the ducks swim 🥺 The swan pond is even more beautiful

Even some of the less detailed sets from this era still have enough painted detail on at least one part to help it feel less like just a hunk of plastic.

I don't dislike modern toy design, but it makes me sad. And obviously, I don't know anything about the working/manufacturing conditions at play here and no painted detail is worth compromising on good conditions. It's just wild, looking back. Kids today don't know what they lost :/

#toycore #toy design #mlp #lps #polly pocket #toys

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Ghosts aren’t Real (Part 1/?)

Hey, this is my first Storytime Big Bang (@tss-storytime) submission! It was very fun, even thought here were a couple of road blocks (Mostly my fault. 😅) I was partnered with @pizza-box-raccoon, who has some amazing art! (Some of the best IMO.) Their art is here, go check it out! There's nothing too serious in this chapter (or in the next one (I think)) but look at the tags and keep them in mind just in case ❤️

Summary: After a ‘Ghost’ knocks over something in his kitchen while he was coming up with video ideas with friends, Quill and Davi come up with the idea to go ghost hunting in his house. Virgil is scared that they’ll somehow get detected, but Logan is less convinced. Because Ghosts aren’t real… Right?

Rating: PG?

Word Count: 2135 (A short read :))

Ships: None, everything is purely platonic

CW: Mentions of death, Negative thinking, Remus being Remus, if I miss anything let me know 👍

(Fanfic under cut)

(Thomas's P.O.V)

"- So yeah, that could be a fun video idea," Davi finishes up his statement, taking a bite of Chinese food.

Quil chimes in, "Yeah, I could see that, but we don't have a pool."

"There are public pools."

We were talking on the couch about video ideas and things the others wanted to do, trying to come up with ideas while also talking a bit about how we were doing. Patton was watching over us in the kitchen fondly, smiling at every idea and laughing at every joke, even if they weren't particularly good. Patton adjusts himself, accidentally knocking a spoon onto the floor, causing Quil and Davi to look in his direction.

"Thomas, your ghosts are hungry," Davi jokes.

My sides come around and check on me often. It's not surprising at this point and there is nothing I can really do about it anyway. However, they can be clumsy at times as well, accidentally knocking things over and bumping into furniture or walls. No problem, they usually pick whatever they knocked over up and go on their way. The problem is when people are over and they do it. At first, it freaked out my friends and made me self-conscious about it. But over time it became a light-hearted joke, so now whenever something gets knocked over or there's an 'unexplainable thump,' they say it's 'my ghosts' messing around.

"Well, they'll have to stay hungry," I smile, "I have no idea how to feed them."

"That rude, Thomas," Quil joins in, "You should always feed your guests."

I glance at Patton for a split second, "More like unruly roommates. They're lucky, they don't even pay rent."

"Technically we do, but-" Patton goes on to say before being cut off by Quil.

"Damn, must be a hard afterlife. Knock over a random guy's stuff and he doesn't even make you food."

"Would you?”

"... Depends."

Davi asks, "Hey, Thomas? Random question, but were you scared when you first moved into this house?"

I glance at Patton for help, but he just shrugs wildly at me. "Umm... No, not really. I mean, I guess it was scary at first, but after a while, you just tune out the noise."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Do you think it's actually a ghost or a demon or what?"

Oh boy, if only you knew. "Well... No, I don't think it's a ghost or a demon. I'm sure there's a solid, logical reason that all of this is happening but we just aren't seeing it. But the way I think of it is... If it was going to hurt me or wanted to hurt me, it would've done so by now, you know?"

Davi nods, "Yeah, I get it." I play off a breath of relief as just a sigh. I was making stuff up. I know for a fact it isn't a ghost, it's me. And it's not an it! It's a he! Sometimes a 'they,' but in, like, a plural way.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Quil smiles excitedly. "Let's do a ghost-hunting video!"

I feel my heart drop to my stomach as I realize what that implies. "... A ghost-hunting video?"

"Yeah! I have some equipment I could bring over, try some stuff I saw on TikTok a while ago, it could be fun! I mean, we most likely won't catch anything, but it could still make a cool video if we crack jokes and just have fun with it, you know?"

I nod along, feeling like roots and vines wrapped around my chest and squeezed tightly. "Yeah, totally!"

"Oh my god, I love watching those ghost-hunting videos!" Davi excitedly grabs Quil's arm, "Have you seen the ones that Ryan and Shane do?"

"Are you talking about their newer ones or their older ones?"

Davi and Quil continue talking about Ghostfiles and Buzzfeed unsolved while I give Patton a concerned glance. He holds onto his cardigan nervously, refusing to make eye contact with me. Finally, he sinks down guiltily. I feel bad for Patton. He didn't mean to, it was an accident. But now I may have to face a reality I don't want to face, that being 'confronting the idea that my sides are more than my sides.'

"So when do you wanna do it?" Quil turns to me and asks, catching me off guard.

Oh god, how do I answer this? Is there a good answer to this? "Umm, I don't know-"

"The soonest I'm free is a week from now," Davi chimes in, "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, I should be free then," Quil turns towards me, "Thomas?"

"... Yeah, that works great!" I force a smile, trying my hardest to not let them suspect anything.

"Sweet! Hey, I gotta go, but I'll text you guys about it. It will be fun!"

"Great!" Davi grabs his bag, "I'd stay longer, but Quil's my ride. I'll see you soon, alright?"

"Yeah, of course!" I walk Quil and Davi out the door, waving them off. I take deep breaths as I close the door as sit back down on my couch in defeat. After a couple of minutes of agonizing silence, Virgil pops up by the stairs. Great.

I sigh, forcing a smile, "Hey, Virgil."

"Cut it," Virgil ordered, not buying my happy exterior. I immediately drop my smile after I hear him speak. "You were hanging out with Quil and Davi and now you're anxious... Why?"

Without another word, I summon Patton. As soon as he appeared, he began rambling. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! My hand just brushed against it and it fell and I didn't know it was there! I shouldn't have even been here, I should've ducked out when I could, I-"

"Patton!" Virgil shouts over him. Patton stops, waiting for Virgil to speak. "... Tell me what happened."

Patton takes a shakey inhale before speaking, "So, I... I knocked a spoon on the floor... in front of Quil and Davi-"

"Is that it?"

"No, that's... That's not the bad part. The bad part is... Now Davi and Quil want to ghost hunt here because of me."

"What?!" Virgil shouts, along with Roman and Logan who just arrived. While Roman and Virgil sounded genuinely concerned and panicked, Logan just sounded confused.

"I'm sorry!" Patton covered his face, part in embarrassment.

"Hold on," Logan interrupted, "Why are we panicking? Why is Quil and Davi 'ghost hunting' a bad thing?"

"Because what if they detect us?" Virgil speaks up.

Logan sighs, "They won't. We aren't ghosts, we are a part of Thomas. Also, ghosts aren't real."

Roman buts in, "Yes, I get that, but... Don't you at least find it a little strange that we can touch and throw things even though we are nothing more than Thomas's thoughts and feelings?"

Virgil leans in closer, "Interact with our surroundings... Like ghosts?"

Logan holds the bridge of his nose, "Gosh, both of you are being ridiculous. Yes, it is a little... Odd that we can touch things that exist. But for us to be ghosts, we'd have to be real or human, in some sense. And as far as I'm concerned, we don't even exist outside of Thomas."

At this time, Remus and Janus have both appeared in the kitchen, listening in on our conversations. Virgil pipes up once more, "You say that, but obviously, we have to exist somewhat. We can literally interact with our environment! Meaning we are as real as the things we knock over. Also meaning, we could be ghosts."

"... Virgil, we would have to have died to be ghosts, meaning we existed before Thomas. And that just doesn't seem likely, considering we are Thomas."

"But how do we know that?!"

"Because we are Thomas! Literally! If it looks like Thomas and sounds like Thomas, it's probably Thomas."

"No, I mean how do we know that we didn't exist before Thomas?!"

"We didn't exist before Thomas, there's... There's no way we could've... Ghosts are dead, Virgil. For us to have died, we would have to have lived. And the only one here that has ever lived is Thomas."

"Maybe we did live and we don't remember it! Isn't that the cliche? That the ghost has to remember how they died to pass on? If that's the case, then it makes sense why we don't remember dying or living."

"God, Virgil, you are infuriating right now." Logan turns towards everyone else in a slow turn, looking for support, "I'm not the crazy one here, right? I'm being reasonable? Patton, Janus, anyone?!"

Janus tilts their head slightly, lost in thought, before speaking. "You know... I would try and lie about this, but I... I actually don't know the answer."

"What?" Logan says exasperatedly.

"I mean... I could give an answer, but I wouldn't be lying... I'd just be wrong, maybe."

Logan whips around towards Virgil again, "Okay, then how do you explain all of us looking like Thomas if we are separated beings from Thomas?"

"I don't know, maybe that's the only way Thomas can see us."

"So... What, you think Thomas is a medium? And what about what we represent? We know what we represent, that has to have some meaning for you, right?"

"Guys, let's calm down and take a breath, alright?" Patton tries to de-escalate, moving his hands as he speaks. "I mean, will know the answer when it happens, right?"

"Yes, but-" Logan interrupts himself. He takes a deep breath, before facing Virgil once more, "... But I want to try and ease everyone's mind before then."

Virgil sighs, "I know, I just... I'm scared to be... 'Found out', you know? I mean, as much as we pretend that all of this is normal, we all know it isn't. We know Joan or Kenny or Davi and Quil don't have their own 'sides' that they talk to daily. And I don't know how much longer we can lie to them about this."

"Virgil-"

"And what if they react badly? What if they think all of this is weird or strange, too weird for them to stick around? Or what if they think Thomas is haunted by ghosts and they freak out and run off? And what if they tell Thomas's other friends and they do the same? What then?"

The entire room has gone silent. This wasn't a new train of thought for me, being scared that my friends were going to leave, but hearing it out loud in this context made my stomach flip. Finding out about the sides really would freak them out too much, wouldn't it?

Logan places his hands on Virgil's shoulders softly, with a neutral but sympathetic look. "Everything will be fine. I promise... They may think it's weird, but it should take more than this to drive them away. "

"... And if it does drive them away?"

"Then they weren't real friends anyway. Plus," Logan removes his hands and dusts himself off, "I don't see why they should be scared. We're the ones who live with it."

"Yeah!" Roman cheers, "If they don't like it, they can suck it! We deal with us every day, and that just makes us stronger than them."

"And it's not like they have anything to fear," Patton adds on, sitting on the arm of the couch, "We aren't violent or evil or anything."

"Speak for yourself," Remus cracks his neck, the pops sending shivers down my spine.

Patton winces, "Well... Well, we've never hurt anyone."

"On purpose."

"Or severely."

"Or physically," Logan explains, "We can't touch them. We can touch things, Like spoons or counters, but not people. So even if Remus wanted to put his hands on them, he couldn't."

"If I could physically hurt people, I would've done so already. That's why you gotta... put them to sleep for me, Sanders-man."

I shoot Remus a look, "Okay, that first sentence did freak me out a bit, but... Sanders-man?"

"Like sandman. Not my best work, I admit. I'll workshop it."

Janus clears his throat to get everyone's attention, "So we're lying about this, right? If they suspect anything just deny?"

Virgil takes a harsh breath in, taking a seat on the stairs, "... As much as I hate you and that idea... It's the only one that can keep Thomas safe."

"Aw, Virgil doesn't want to admit I'm useful~"

Logan takes control of the conversation once more. "Reminder: this is all dependant on if their ghost equipment even detects us. And there's a very good chance it doesn't.

Maybe... Maybe attempting to rationalize with fear was the wrong move. Because, and don't take this the wrong way Virgil, but fear can be... A bit irrational. Why don't we try and find different ways to cope until then? Any ideas?"

To be continued…

#thomas sanders #sander sides #sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #Thomas Sanders storytime

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jinmukangwrites · 9 months

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a place to call home

Fandom: Jedi Fallen Order / Survivor Rating: G Warnings: N/A Ao3 Notes: My older sister was playing Black Thunder (by Bad Wolves, Serj Tankian, and The Hu) and it took all my will power to not info dump about Jedi Fallen Order. I was very brave about it. Instead I wrote 2.6k word one-shot. I'm still so glad they brought The Hu back for more music in Survivor.

Summary: Pyloon's Saloon was named after his great-grandma; naturally, it was always a place meant for his family. Took Cal long enough to visit, but that's alright. He's not even that upset it took breaking the Mantis to get him here.

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The saloon wasn't everything Greez had ever wanted, but it's his, and dammit if he won't make it everything he's ever wanted.

For now, it's incredibly shabby. Run down. The floorboards creak and there's some kind of mold on the walls. The furniture would have to be thrown out and replaced with things that are less stained and more inviting to use. He's pretty sure the booth chairs have blood stains on them, and vomit. The previous owner really didn't care about making the place homely, which is probably why no one was there to stop them from catching blaster-to-face disease.

The upholstery isn't even patolli-weave.

There are plenty of things that need repair. The upholstery for one, but the railing Monk uses to get around has a dent further down that prevents him from getting to the end of the battered bar, the walls need repainted, the doors leading upstairs are broken and the basement is covered in junk. That's not even the half of it. It's daunting.

Greez is so excited.

Well, the only thing he can do is start.

It's slow progress, but progress is progress no matter how small. He starts with the most essential stuff, only using Cere's money where he absolutely needs to. He'd like to save the majority of that for the actual food and beverages. Everything else? Well, he could fix the Stinger Mantis despite how many times Cal seemed determined to launch it into any imperial fleet he saw. He could keep the ship running after all that, how hard would a few automatic doors, the fish tank, and a music box be?

He could fix those on his own.

He works, and he works, every day until eventually he's able to actually serve customers. Doma comes in first, Turgle at her heels, but it's more pleasantries than anything. She's sober, most alcohols don't agree with her and she doesn't think they ever will, but she does try some food while Turgle chatters both their ears off after one drink. Doma hardly ever visits again unless she makes a particularly good profit at her store and wishes to treat herself to his food. Turgle comes all the time, which worries Greez at first because he talks to anyone else who enters; mostly one-time patron prospectors. One-time is a loose word, most of these prospectors end up dead looking for things they probably shouldn't.

Though, slowly, Greez gets more regular that Turgle doesn't chase away. Sparse, but there. He even, to his disdain, gets visits from the local gang. Those Bedlam Raiders give him bad mojo, but as long as they're not challenged they don't do anything besides antagonize a little.

It's good.

Greez misses Cere, he wishes she'd visit, but they at least talk whenever they're both free. Merrin visits whenever she passes by, as rarely as that is, which he appreciates; he's long since admitted he adores her even if she's a spooky witch that there's a slight possibility she's waiting for the perfect opportunity to jump him and blood sacrifice him. And Cal...

Cal.

It's impossible to not care for the kid, even though he hardly ever responds to his messages. He's busy with other people, fighting the good fight, probably scratching the Mantis to shreds. Cal's angry with him, Greez knows this. After Cere and Merrin left, it was only the two of them. Three, including BD-1. But two, because BD-1 and Cal were practically the same entity anyways. Greez knew that him leaving had hurt Cal, but... Greez just couldn't fly anymore. He couldn't handle that danger that Cal chased. For the first time in Greez's life, he wanted to land and live calmly. He's had enough of space, enough of the Empire.

So no, Cal hardly talks, nor does he visit, but Greez does his best to keep the kid in mind anyways. Cal can't stay away forever. Someday, he's going to break the Mantis just right and come back with his tail between his legs because he only knows how to take apart starships, not fix them. Greez did his best to teach him to fix some basic stuff, but Cal ripped out the broken bits so roughly that Greez nearly had an aneurysm. He ended up having to replace some wiring Cal had thought was "useless". Yeah, useless to resell. Expensive to replace new. Didn't teach him that in scrapper school.

Greez hopes Cal wrecks the Mantis soon. It's been too long. He even misses that little droid and how he always seems to purposely be underfoot while Greez cooked.

He misses Cal so bad that he almost begins to subconsciously fix things up in the saloon with Cal in mind. He keeps all of them in mind, of course, he named the place after his great-grandma this place is meant for family, but Cal's the only one who still seems lost in life, who's scrambling through the Galaxy trying to find footing but not really knowing what he wants. It's an easy decision to make the basement for Cal. Kid needs a home, and Greez will make sure there's always one waiting for him when he needs it.

"It's not the best, but it'll do until I find you something better," Doma says, one day, months into Greez's stay. He's become good friends with Doma, she's probably the only one who truly understands leaving the fast life because it became too much.

Greez holds a small jukebox in his lower pair of hands, looking it over and wondering slightly how she had gotten her hands on it. It's dingy. Battered. Probably isn't too loud. But he trusts Doma when it comes to this stuff, she doesn't skip out on him, she always does the best she can. She's the one who got him all the Patolli-weave in the first place. If this small jukebox is the best she can do, then he's happy. It's better than nothing. It's not like he can afford a live band like all the big cantina's have in more trafficked corners of the Galaxy, let alone pay live performers. So, something small that can probably only be heard when you're a good few meters within its range is something he can accept compared to the sad silence.

"It's radio is broken," Doma says, though she laughs, "not like that matters. The Koboh-abyss blocks most of the good channels. There's some tracks in there though, and I can always see if I can keep an eye out for more music if you want anything different. I tried to put things on there that would fit the atmosphere of Pyloon's."

Greez opens the compartment of the music box and sure enough, there's an old cartridge-like device with a frugal list of songs. He doesn't recognize any of the songs, let alone the artists, but once again, he trusts Doma.

"How much do I owe ya?" He asks. Doma gives him a price. It's a little high in his opinion, but she's a business woman and not one to make discounts even for friends. He happily hands over the credits, then shuts the compartment. Before he leaves, however, a thought crosses his mind.

"Hey," he asks, "have you heard of The Agasar?"

-o-o-o-o-

Just like Greez hoped, Cal eventually breaks the Mantis enough to seek him out. It's great to see the kid, but it's so unexpected it hardly registered even after saying hi to BD-1.

The kid looks like he's barely been sleeping, let alone eating, though he at least looks like he's gotten plenty of sun. There's freckles everywhere, way more than what he had after Greez first nabbed him off that sunless sopping-wet rock Bracca.

Luckily, the food and sleep problem is exactly what Greez was expecting.

He's careful to not baby Cal too much, not when Cal's clearly hurting about something. It probably took a lot of convincing on BD's part to get Cal over here and Greez knows that topics like "settle down" "live your own life" and "pack away the lightsaber for a little bit" will only start arguments. Cal's at a point in his life where he doesn't yet see that he has value beyond being a weapon, but Greez is hoping that the right pushes here and there will get him there.

For now, he introduces Cal to his room. It's chock full of things that used to belong to Cal and things Greez plans on giving to Cal. There's nothing else to call it besides his room. Cal seems shocked by the space so clearly set aside and prepared for him, and his face softens into a hurt kind of touched that Greez knows means he appreciates the room a lot but doesn't think he can accept it.

Give it time, Greez.

Honestly it's a miracle Cal managed to sleep at all. The bed must have been comfy because when Greez goes down the next morning to check on him, he's out like a light. Doesn't shift at all, not even a roll of movement behind his eyelids. BD-1 charges silently besides him, looking all content and almost cute. Greez can't help but watch the two of them for a moment, drinking in the peace, wishing Cal could feel like he deserves a little of it.

And sure, the morning starts with a bit of an argument, one that Greez has to end up dropping when Cal goes silent, signaling the conversation is over. He wishes he can shake sense into him, show him that he doesn't need to hold the line all the time. But for now, he can at least make sure Cal knows that Greez has a place for him. A home.

"And Greez... I'll think about what you said."

That's all he can ask for.

And it's somehow not a surprise that Cal comes back a few hours later through the front door looking all dusty and giddy. Greez had been busy trying to turn away some guy with more muscle in one pectoral than what Greez had on his entire body, but Cal quickly introduces Bode as a friend.

Cal also introduces Zee, an ancient Jedi droid, raving about old prospector legends; the treasure planet of Tanalorr. Whatever exhaustion and sadness weighed Cal down this morning has lifted with the breath of adventure, and Greez isn't about to turn him away from it.

However, when Greez offers to fix the Mantis while Cal goes out to check out the forest array, he has to stop the kid from leaving right out the door not three minutes after walking in it.

"Hold on," Greez says, stopping Cal in his tracks. "Have you even eaten anything since arriving?"

Cal pauses, and Greez knows the answer. Greez brushes his hands on his clothes and starts heading to the kitchen. "Grab some seat."

"Greez," Cal halfheartedly argues, slumping down at the bar while that Bode guy chuckles and sits down the next stool over.

"The array's already waited a few hundred years, what's a couple more hours?" Greez asks, looking for his mitts. It's been awhile since he's cooked anything himself, the saloon has a set menu and he's already shown Monk how to cook all those things. "Monk's fixing up Zee, let me fix up you."

He hears Cal chuckle, he says something to Bode, but Greez can't hear because he's officially in the kitchen and turning on the stoves.

"Oh—krif-" he stumbles, barely managing to stop himself from dropping his nice glass pan while BD-1 boops happily and skitters out of the kitchen. Greez shakes his head.

He makes an old casserole recipe that his great grandma got from her great grandpa. He has to replace some of the ingredients with other things, as Lateron spices are both hard to get his two pairs of hands on and also sometimes poisonous to human stomachs. He wouldn't want to poison Cal on day two of him finally visiting.

Now that's a thought, he could mildly poison Cal and force him to get some more sleep. He chuckles to himself, he'd never do that.

He brings the casserole out a good hour later, finding Cal lazily slumped over the bar, his finger tracing the rim of a cup. Monk must have visited for a moment between working on repairing Zee, Greez hopes he didn't give the kid anything too strong. Bode is nowhere to be seen, but once Cal notices him arriving he perks up and explains Bode went to the restroom.

That might keep the man busy for a while, Greez thinks happily, the toilet always clogs and Bode seems like the kind of guy who would rather suffer trying to unclog a public toilet instead of walking out and pretending he didn't do it.

He gives Cal a larger portion than what's a normal serving size, and Cal eagerly digs in, closing his eyes in satisfaction after the first bite. "Spirits, I missed your cooking, Greezy money."

Greez chuckles then gives himself a serving, then hops onto his specially made chair. They eat in comfortable silence for a while. Cal seems content, lazy, and eager all at the same time. Sure, the kid thinks he can't stay in one place for long, but now he has something to do here. Greez can't help but be thankful for Zee, more thankful than he's been for any droid in his entire life. He'll be seeing more of Cal for a little while longer.

Before Cal finishes his helping, he pauses, his eyebrows coming together as he chews slowly. Concerned, Greez looks at him, wondering if he accidentally burned some vegetables or something, but Cal swallows and looks at Greez with wide eyes.

"Is that... The Agasar?"

Greez listens, and sure enough, Eseerin Vasahina plays softly in the distance where Greez's old jukebox sits. Cal stands and follows the sound of the music towards the beat down stage. After a second, Greez follows. Cal has this dumb grin on his face, his eyes are closed and his head bops slightly to the thundering drums and screeching violins.

"I thought you didn't like The Agasar," Cal says after a second, opening his eyes to look down at Greez. Stars, the kid is practically beaming.

And yeah, Greez doesn't really care for their music, they're loud and whenever Cal tried to play their music over the Mantis speakers, it always ended up giving Greez a headache.

Greez folds both pairs of arms, trying to not look as proud of himself as he feels. "I'm surprised you don't like them too, considering Sorc Tormo tried to have you mauled to death to the tune of one of their songs."

Cal's grin widens. "Greez, if I had to die to the tune of a song, I would love it to be Sugaan Essana."

"Morbid," Greez says, and Cal laughs.

Greez watches as Cal returns to appreciating the music, something warm settling somewhere in his stomach. Cal may think he can't have a place to call home, but dammit if Greez won't pound into his head that the saloon, at the least, could be. Maybe this mission for Tanalorr will keep Cal around long enough to see that.

For now, Greez will just support Cal where he can. Food, Mantis repairs, a bedroom, and some music.

As Cal uses the back door to leave the saloon while Greez goes with Bode to lock up the front doors, he finds himself content with just that much. Cal probably has no plans to stick around longer than what this Tanalorr mission would allow, but man it's good to have him around even for that long.

He's a good kid, and Greez will cherish his presence while he has it, and make sure Cal understands that here, at Pyloon's Saloon, he will always have a place to return to.

#cal kestis #greez dritus #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #jin writes #fanfiction

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crysdrawsthings · 1 year

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Comes from THIS MEME! Accepting more :D

Well, let's see what do we have here.

It would be interesting to explore the story of Cassia and Asgeld, like, seriously. Because I think they got an interesting dynamic and interesting narratives. That I would for love of me not be able to properly work with, but you know.

Longer answer, so goes under cut!

Here is some content about who they are:

Starting from them growing up together as half-siblings, helping each other, having some hopes about what to do with their lives after things would eventually get better. Like, all the stuff they did together and made/got for each other and all this.

Cassia making Asgeld his little wooden pendant, Asgeld working with their father to forge her a fancy dagger, she teaching him reading/writing and him getting her all the fancy flowers for her alchemy experiments.

All, naturally, with the background of the majority of Orm's family disliking Linna somewhat and Cassia a lot due to the whole nord vs imperials tensions and what not. Like the whole Concordat thing, you know. I hope I am making sense. Like, also to say, Orm himself? Genuinely a cool dude and as soon as there happens to be a chance moved with Linna away to live in peace. Most of his family? Bastards with issues.

And then you know, it all ends with Asgeld happily leaving home to join Stormcloaks because of course this is the right thing to do! This is the nord thing to do, isn't he a hord? He is the nordest nord to ever nord! So he will join Ulfric and save Skyrim and you know, all the stuff, will help people and do a good thing, right?

And Cassia? The most wet and pathetic meow meow, fully accepting that she is kinda useless and apathetic about nearly everything. Leaves with Asgeld, but ends up on a wild trip across the province after almost poisoning Rolff in Wildhelm and then just vagabonding from town to town, getting kicked from one job after another.

Eventually ending up in Markarth and without a second of hesitation ratting people to Ondolemar (planting evidence perhaps too) for some quick money. Eventually ends up as a minimum wage token human janitor at the Embassy. Cassia "Well, I might as well make bootlicking for witch elves my permanent job" Illvia, you know.

Asgeld meanwhile generally enjoying his life in Windhelm and rising through the ranks and you know, having a good-enough time, even if getting slowly disillusioned in the whole Rebellion thing and some of the questionable leadership choices being made. But still full of hopes! He can make it work, right? He just needs to get higher up so his word will have more weight and then!

All this leads to how Cassia, already assigned to Valmir, eventually runs into Asgeld stationed in the Rift as well and how it is starts of this upbeat note of sibling reunion, and Asgeld being so happy to see his sister again, and tell her about all the stuff, and show her the camp, and treat her to some ale, and whatnot. This is his beloved sister, after all, and she is the best, right?

And Cassia on her end for a moment struggling with the situation, because, maybe, she can actually go with Asgeld, maybe she can actually stop doing, well, objectively awful stuff for people who mostly treat her like shit or like furniture, and in the end just, nah, I will steal your missives, I will drop some poison in your food and I will set everything on fire, because I am dead if I will leave, but if I will do what i do best and make the worst choice possible, maybe I will get some paid time off or a raise.

And so Asgeld gets his trust betrayed, some of his friends killed and his life kind of shattered, because of course he gets a lot of shit for what has happened, especially after him vouching so much for Cassia and all. His burning the pendant later and kind of, if he sees her again, this is on sight, but also genuinely grieving, because of everything good that was between them.

The end of his story being that after a particularly explosive conflict related to this situation he kind of just leave Stromcloaks and goes to find himself somewhere else, does some jobs here and there and eventually joins the group of Kyne worshippers, initially to guard them on the road, but then like, as an initiate into their religion.

Cassia? I honestly have no idea. Thalmor eventually leaves Skyrim when Elanor as Thurrahdaal comes into power, I doubt they would want to leave loose ends or drag some mildly useful janitor to a different province. So perhaps she gets the knife offscreen. On the other hand, she is still a host to a rather useful daedric spirit, so maybe she and Valmir go on to be awful people in Cyrodiil.

#tes #the elder scrolls #tes skyrim #stormcloak rebellion #thalmor #nord #imperial #worsties from the rift #thank you so much for the ask #also no this post had no beta we die like lokir #crysandthings #tes oc

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narcoticwriter · 1 year

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Genshin Impact & Waffle House

In honor of Waffle House trending yet again on Twitter:

Commentary and Lore Below The Cut:

Employee of the Month:

Candace also doubles as the unofficial manager because no one clowns when Candace is in.

Your ass is getting thrown out if you try it and her reputation is absolutely terrifying, so things are kept in relative peace.

Is really the only thing keeping the place running and the staff there sometimes.

Works The Night Shift, Throws Hands:

All of the people in this category will absolutely be down to clown at some point because it is 2 AM in the morning and they are tired, so trying them while on the night shift is a death sentence.

Diluc and Kaeya would fight each other if they're riled up, but if anyone tries it on their shift, they are getting teamed on by them.

Rosaria doesn't do overtime and that includes the night shift. The last time someone got up to something on her shift, their collarbone was shattered.

Shenhe simply being present is enough for most people to not try anything, but just in case, she can not only deflect furniture but throw knives with terrifying accuracy and put someone on life support. If she wasn't working there, she'd be instigating.

Tartaglia is an instigator but on the side of chaotic neutral. Fights are all well and fun, but if anyone messes with his coworkers on the shift, he's catching fades.

Yelan is mostly there because it's the only time she's awake; her coworkers swear that she gets off on the thrill somehow. Will occasionally participate in a beatdown if there's a need for more numbers.

Works The Day Shift, Can Mostly Throw Hands:

These people aren't weak by any means, but most of the clownery happens at night. They will get to stepping if it comes to that though.

Amber is one of the nicest people there, to be honest. Customers love it when it's her shift. Firm enough to not really have to resort to hands.

Itto is a big guy so people don't usually do anything. He tries to keep the peace while not escalating to violence but if the occasion calls for it though, he has his coworker's back.

Diona is a little girl, but she is a fighter. Putting her in this category because she has the experience and can break the new hires in.

Kazuha is a peaceable guy, really laid back and stuff like that, but some customers are still telling the tale of how he laid a guy out twice his size after he tried to rob the establishment.

Shinobu takes no shit, but I feel as if she'd be too busy at night to take that shift. Will clown a man if they try it.

Jean is great, friendly, and sociable. Treats the customers well and people don't like starting stuff when she's around. She also doubles as a sort of manager for the day shift.

Noelle isn't crazy enough to do the night shift, but everyone has the mind to be respectful of the petite girl who can benchpress ten grown men and rip off the counter with ease.

Xiangling is the cook. Customers go there for her food specifically. Anyone who tries it with her will be tried by the customers on her behalf.

Bystander, Can Throw Hands If Needed:

These individuals are customers, but will absolutely join the fray if they have to or feel the need to do so.

Aloy goes there on occasion and treats the staff with the proper respect. Will call out anyone not doing the same and will come to blows.

I debated putting Eula in the instigator section, but she doesn't instigate, others feel instigated in her presence and that's their problem. She will not tolerate others clowning on staff that actually treat her well and as such will go to the bat for them.

Ganyu doesn't look like it, but if you read some of her voice lines, you will understand how she can get worked up enough to throw hands. She's also a war veteran, so you know she wouldn't hesitate.

Thoma ran the fade for the criminal offense of scamming. Think of what he'd do to someone acting a fool when he's trying to eat his meal in peace.

Tighnari doesn't take shit, and this includes at Waffle House. Might not be able to clown, but he can tank it to shield someone else.

Eats There Regularly, Unbothered:

Albedo does not give a fuck about anything that happens as long as he gets to eat and leave. He's so quiet that people don't even notice he's there until he gets up to leave.

No one is stupid enough to do anything when Beidou is eating her meal. No one dares. The last person who did was put in a full-body cast.

Sleep-Walking Layla would go during the night shift and revel in the atmosphere, which is either giving empty or giving WWE. Layla has no idea why she tastes shitty coffee on her breath the next day.

Before you say Ningguang is too classy for Waffle House, consider that she would pretty much loiter at the place back in the day. She's more than used to the fighting in the background as she eats her grits.

Qiqi wouldn't process the body getting thrown through the window or the people screaming about a heroin addict with a gun in the background as she sips at her cold chocolate milk.

Venti and Zhongli would eat at Waffle House to catch up on old times. The old men watch the fights as free entertainment as they have nothing to do.

Caught In The Crossfire, Innocent:

These people are the victims of this tier list. They asked for nothing but a good meal and they got pain instead. You can feel bad for them.

Bennett is a given. Not only does his food go flying, but he does as well. Occasionally used as a human shield as he weights as much as a sack of potatoes.

Fischl and Razor went to Waffle House with Bennett, but someone grabbed Razor's hashbrowns and used them as a projectile and Fischl got a mug to the face.

Mona would inadvertently get beaten up for being mistaken for someone else or talking some mad shit and getting in the middle of it.

Sayu was thrown as a projectile at someone while she was asleep.

Sucrose was sleep-deprived and as such, did not process the things thrown at her or the chair that landed next to her.

Xinyan and Yun Jin went to crash there after a concert and it was at the wrong time. Xinyan gets some licks in though!

Yoimiya is deft enough to dodge most of the stuff flying everywhere, but she doesn't enjoy the circumstance. So perhaps she's a victim emotionally.

Records the Fights for The Memes™:

The title speaks for itself, but this is for the people that are filming the entire thing for either the laughs or their own entertainment.

Dori is going to upload this to her YouTube channel as a part of a meme compilation or some commentary, all while plugging her sponsors.

Hu Tao is recording this for advertising purposes: "It's better to get a coffin and arrange your funeral now because your life could be served up like this knuckle sandwich!"

Xingqiu is using this not only for the memes, but for inspiration for fight scenes and I say this because I have unironically done this more than once.

Instigator, Unintentional or Otherwise:

Instigators can either be considered people on absolute crack (literally or figuratively), general threats to the public, absolute dicks, or just being themselves.

Chongyun went with Xingqiu and got too fired up and then proceeded to pick a fight with someone, causing a litany of property damage. Xingqiu recorded the entire thing.

Klee casually pulled out a bomb that could level the entire block and started to play with it as a toy. Naturally, everyone in the restaurant and the general vicinity ran for their fucking lives.

Ei and Shenhe could not understand each other as they were talking, so instead of using their words, they used a spatula and a knife respectively. It got so insane that the video of it posted is one of the most regarded in the Waffle House fights genre.

Scaramouche would talk some mad shit and then get pissed when he got called out. So to save face, he swung at someone in the night shift crew. He has not come back since. If he wasn't instigating, he could work there.

Xiao would instigate with another customer in the establishment and it would carry over to the staff having to get involved. It could be argued that the customer was instigating him, but no one knows.

Yae Miko would start talking some mad shit and then somehow worm her way out of it and make herself look innocent. Mostly starts the fights.

Law Enforcement, Called After It's Done:

They are the people that are called as there are fights. Everyone usually scatters afterward, but on the occasion that there are stranglers, they catch them.

Cyno is a given. He will absolutely get involved and break it up if he sees it. He does not care what started it for whatever reason because that's not his job.

Gorou is a bit nicer in this regard and tries to get to the bottom of it, but make no mistake of him being soft because the bark has a bite.

He only comes in when there's some really suspicious activity around the fight at the Waffle House or in the surrounding area. Otherwise frequents Waffle House when Kazuha is on shift.

Keqing is getting really tired of being called up to that place. She's debating transferring somewhere else if only to avoid having to do this every time she's there.

When they say that Sara's there, everyone runs. They don't want to get on her record and they are afraid of her. She's the one that actually tries to get it to stop and the staff really appreciates it.

Yanfei isn't law enforcement per se, but is the legal assistance and mediator of a good chunk of conflicts. She is graciously paid with free food on the house.

Would Not Go At All:

The title says it all.

Aether and Lumine know better than to pick a fight with that place.

Barbara is too innocent, even for the crossfire.

Why would I wish that on Collei?

Faruzan would either Karen out or start getting a body count and I don't know if Waffle House would maintain the peace with her in the building.

The Kamisatos are better than that.

There's no question as to if she would have a body count or not, but Lisa is too tired for that shit.

Nahida prefers IHOP.

Nilou is peaceable and would actually be a good employee there, but she really likes what she has now and doesn't want to deal with that negativity.

Kokomi came up with a battle plan and five different strategies to fight off and take down the Waffle House staff for fun once. Unfortunately, the police were called and she is now under investigation for domestic terrorism. Understandably banned until further notice.

#conversations about this are welcome!#this is pretty funny #any and all takes will be interesting to read #abusing tier lists yet again #this is me procrastinating #genshin impact #genshin crack #genshin headcanons #waffle house #going ham #narky thinks

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palialaina · 7 months

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Jel and Hassian and Dad are all complaining about me being up, but frankly, I'm tried of laying down. I need to do things, not have them done for me, and Chayne said as long as I took it slow, I could start moving around again!

So nyeh!

Mostly I've been focuing on my temple building. It's almost complete. I just need two more hallways and then the large rooms at the end, and it'll be perfect!

I have my crafting tent set up on the Embra side, so I had to get a bit kamera creative. but this is how it looks on the outside this far. I wish I had a more... I guess neutral entrance? Because it's not just Maji in here, but... well, maybe there's be an Embra market? Who knows!

I am really really happy with my main entrance. The chic set really makes it look nice!

I forget who made the joke, but these tables on the left and right are probably going to be food offerings, once I can really dig into my home kitchen again (Reth's soup is good, but man. I need to cook more for myself again...). I'm not sure how to differentiate what foods would be Maji and waht would be Embra, but.. well, I'll figure it out!

The Maji side makes me feel all calm and zen. The dragontide furniture is spendy so I hope it'll be worth it in the end... Though Jel did say it inspired a water based collection out of him, so... yay?

I really wish I could get Tish to show me how to make more of this emberborn furniture. The brazier and the lamp are both amazing, but I want more things along that line, and so far, no dice.

Still, this side doesn't look too bad. Honestly, the chic stuff really feels Embra, but it's also a good neutral set. And the ravenwood stuff, while dramatic, also has its purpose, which is nice.

....I have so much Ravenwood furniture though. I need to figure out what to do with it. Maybe when I work on the maze, I can put a house in the middle and just put it all in there?

Or maybe make a house themed around Jel and Hassian, though... hm. I'll have to think about it. I do like the maze idea, but I can't really do anything with all this furniture!

I did finally get The Best Picture of this lil guy! I think it actually lives in that little hole! Though where that hole leads, goodness only knows, cause I sure as heck can't fit in it! I wish I could frame this and hang it up somewhere... so cute~

I went back here, trying to figure out it maybe there was a furniture paper I missed that might give me the emberborn set, and I had to stop and really look at this mural.

I dunno, something about it makes me uneasy now that I've spent some time studying it. Like maybe Embra isn't the nice goddess everything thinks she is. It looks... It looks, to me, like the human is being pushed back, or attacked somehow. Or maybe sharply dismissed? Rebuffed?

I don't know. But the more I hear about weird shadow creatures that humans apparently unleashed at some point in the past, the less comforting I find the mural.

I wonder what will come next for those constellations though... what places will be unlocked, and what new trials will we find....

Mn. I'm going to go steal my kitchen back from Dad. Hopefully, he and Reth haven't rearranged any of it.

#palia #palia online #singularity 6 #berry plays palia #palia game #palia journaling #palia journey #palia mmo #palia roleplaying

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timeturner-jay · 10 months

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For the ask thingy: 2, 13 and 18! 💛💫

2 - Where do you get your fic ideas?

Usually when I analyse canon and do a deep dive into the lore (or sometimes just when I'm rotating a blorbo in my brain at high speeds). Which probably isn't surprising, since my fics tend to mostly be explorations of canon-divergence and/or worldbuilding!

13 - Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

Yes! It helps me stay focused and on track. Usually, it ends up being some sort of game soundtrack (anything with lyrics would be too distracting), or a compilation of Ghibli music. Sometimes though, I just put on one of those "ten hours of cozy jazz" videos, or something like that. Whatever fits the tone of the scene I'm writing! It helps me immerse myself.

For the most recent Quantum Certainty chapter, I listened to this Guardians of the Galaxy lofi remix. It has a nice, chill vibe, which really helped me get the atmosphere right!

18 - Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

I do, when the things I need to know aren't too difficult to find online! But if it's hyper-specific things from a different country, it can get frustrating, because you really won't get far without speaking the local language.

Case in point, the fic I did the most research for was probably (definitely) The Guardian Deity of Karasuno; I really wanted to do Japan justice, so I did SO much research about all kinds of things every time I wrote a new chapter. Terms for architecture and specific furniture items, specific alcoholic beverages, foods, yokai mythology and history, local plants and their seasonal cycles, school uniforms, school traditions, first errands, and the list goes on. xD It was just non-stop research.

I gave up when I tried to research if there's official volleyball tournaments for Japanese primary schools. I know middle schools and high schools have them, but without speaking Japanese, I couldn't find anything conclusive about how seriously primary schools take this sort of stuff there. xD

49 - What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

Hmmm... An introduction shouldn't be too long, so that probably excludes my multi-chapter fics. In that case, I think I'll go with New Hands on Ancient Hilts. I still really like the atmosphere and prose I built in that one, even if it's a few years old now. And I think it's much better than my other LU fic.

#Thank you! 🧡#Ask game

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hoodharlow · 1 year

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so i went a little crazy. use them all, use none of them, do whatever you want with them 😌

if you need more, just let me know 😗✌🏻

*cracks knuckles and wiggles fingers on top of keyboard*

Afternoon with uncle!sos (also combining it with the last one on the list)

I'm thinking Cal has a writing session or a meeting, idk just know that Mena can't watch Nico either bc she's working

Originally Cal leaves her with Michael but then the guys show up. They play with her for a bit then it rains so they go back inside.

It's around lunch time and Michael makes grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch. Nico side eyes the tomato soup bc she's used to the sopita her mami Mena makes.

After Nico naps and when she wakes up the guys decide to play a movie. Ashton wants to watch some documentary about John Lennon. Nico isn't into it and she yells at Ashton to change it but he doesn't want to until Luke and Michael tell him to stop messing with Nico. So they watch Turning Red and then Cal picks her up and she runs to him and cries bc she missed him

Studio visit

This is over the summer, Claudia and Cal are in LA for a few weeks

Claudia makes enchiladas suizas and bakes some cookies for the guys (some oatmeal, craisin and white chocolate chip and weed brownies)

Cal and Claudia decide to eat out in Cal's car and they end up fucking lmao

Picnic

Love this idea!

Nico helps Mena pack their food. They pack some fresas con crema, quiche, chips and some hot sauce as well as apple juice boxes and sparkling cider

Nico and Mena also wear matching outfits. Maybe sundress and vans witj a bucket hat

Cal pack things for the dogs and some toys and a soccer ball. They play for a while at the part. Cal and Nico argue bc he tried to get her to play soccer with him but she didn't want to

Then they eat and Nico ends up falling asleep and they go home 😌😌😌

Interview

I actually hvae this planned. When Nico is almost 3 the band is in NY and they have an interview with Elvis Duran. Nico had too much water in the green room and had to go potty. By the time they go back he has to get mic'd up. He freaks out bc he can't drop Nico off at the greenroom. So he takes her with her and she's all shy at first until someone offers Nico a snack and she goes around offering some to everyone. Then unknowingly she starts singing heartbreak girl while playing with Cal's headphones. Then she gets questions asked and she corrects Cal when he answers for her 🤭🤭🤭

Argument

So in a Jack and Miriam chapter, I mention that Cal and Claudia have a conflict bc of this singer

It's mostly bc Cal never speaks up for Claudia and just tries to ignore the fans. And Claudia feels annoyed bc the least Cal could do is set things straight but he chooses not to

They argue and then Cal realizes he should do something and sets things straight

Move in Day

I think that after tour, Cal and Claudia finally like settle in their home in San Francisco.

Claudia unpacked the basics but a lot of stuff had to be done. They bought new furniture to fit their new home.

After they fuck and practice baby making

#mac 😌😌😌#dad!sos concepts #el novio thoughts #one day at a time thoughts #odaat

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doctorguilty · 1 year

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It's stressful being in the final weeks of moving because there's still so much to do, but at the same time it's relieving, knowing I'm almost there and things will soon be better for me.

I don't think I'll have some of my bigger furniture taken care of in time like selling it on Craigslist but I can kinda just do that remotely with my roommate anyway, there's nothing super in the way like it's just a couple things in my room and my freezer in the kitchen, and my corner in the living room where i keep misc kitchen stuff will be cleared out so like, yeah nothing should be in anyone's way. I still need to keep the roadkill in the freezer anyway until I can get in contact with the coworker I want to offer it to, but he's dealing with some major life things rn, that's another thing I can do remotely though and like. My roommates can use the freezer in the meantime before I sell it idc. They don't have to Pay for the freezer like they're buying it off me. 🤷‍♂️

But yeah ahh I'd say there isn't TOO much left to pack, mostly clothes, some kitchen things, stuff on my wall, some delicate things, my monitor, sending the live things is the most stressful honestly, uhh non perishable food stuffs I care enough to take? Which will be at least some probably, bathroom things/cosmetics and medications, some pet things, it sounds like a long list but it's not really like the amount of each category is not huge. I just kind of hate doing it though and I'm very achy during this season so it goes really slow ;;

I might make it on time to still fly on the 21st which would be nice! But medical care related things COULD affect it, so still just taking it day by day...

But I'm still feeling good! My therapist always checks in with me how I'm feeling about the moving decision and I say only more positive as I go along, and to me that feels like it's the right decision. Other things in my life I know I'd been apprehensive, second guess, but I'm still not with this. I know this is the best thing for me and my health. I am going to have a new beginning, things are different from when I left.

#seth speaks

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braveclementine · 2 days

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Chapter 6

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 early the next day and snuck out of the common room to the great hall. There weren't many people there, mostly teachers and a few early bird first-years. I grabbed a piece of bacon and carried it up to the Owlery.

I fed Sadie the piece of bacon and tied the letter to her legs. I kissed the top of her head, carrying her over to the window. "Safe flight." I murmured to her. She hooted softly, nibbled my ear, and then took off into the early dawn.

Then, I hurried back to the Great Hall for my own breakfast. I ate as Professor Sprout started to hand out Hufflepuff schedules.

Monday: Herbology and Charms Tuesday: Defense against the dark arts, double Potions and Transfiguration Wednesday: astronomy at midnight, History of magic and Herbology in the afternoon Thursday: Transfiguration, double Charms, and Defense Against the Dark arts Friday: double History of Magic, Potions, astronomy at midnight, and Herbology with a free period in the afternoon. Saturdays and Sundays were days off to work on other things, although teachers could hold bonus classes on those days if need be.

So, I hurried back to my dormitory to grab my Herbology and Charms textbooks, wand, and dragonhide gloves. I put all of them in a new leather bag that I had bought in Diagon Alley this summer. I slung it over my shoulder and checked my appearance in the small mirror.

I hesitated, looking at how childish my face looked with the round glasses on. Granted, I was eleven but. . .it also made my cheeks look rather round- and I wasn't fat. I took them off, putting them in the glasses case, putting it in the bottom drawer of the bedside dresser. Only if I really needed them would I wear them.

I walked down with the other first-year Hufflepuffs down to the greenhouses where we were naturally paired with the house I was trying to avoid: Gryffindor. Hermione waved and came over to join me, leaving Ronald and Harry to talk amongst their selves.

"It's so exciting, isn't it?" She asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

I nodded glumly. "Extremely."

I avoided looking at Harry and kept opening my Herbology textbook to random pages, reading the information on them. We were going to be in Greenhouse 1 which was the Greenhouse with the least dangerous plants.

Hermione was describing the Gryffindor common room and I blocked out the information. Knowing that I would've been in Gryffindor was still a little to fresh to think about it nonchalantly.

I described the Hufflepuff common room to her when she was done, going into great detail about the furniture and the types of wood that were used. We walked into the Greenhouse where Professor Sprout was waiting for us.

Hermione and I stood next to each other, the dividing line between the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors who had clustered comfortably with their houses.

We went over the beginning stuff first: safety, rules, and basic planting techniques. Hermione and I constantly kept answering Professor Sprout's questions. We seemed to be the only ones who knew anything. Ronald just stared at us with open mouths. It was like a competition between the two of us, who could get more house points. I was glad to finally have an equal. It would've been somewhat awkward if I was the only one who could answer questions.

After Herbology, we went our separate ways.

The next day at breakfast, Sadie came back with a letter in her beak. I offered her a plate of my food and she helped herself to some bacon again. I stroked her head while reading the letter, and then let her fly off to the owlery when she was done.

Dear Elizabeth, Congratulations on making Hufflepuff. Honestly, I couldn't care less what house you're in as long as you keep your grades up. But let us talk about the more serious things. These futuristic visions your having could potentially be useful, but I don't want you to get distracted by them. Obviously, if the sorting hat thinks that being in any other house is dangerous, you should keep your head down. Blend in with the crowd, don't draw attention to yourself. I can't imagine that you could be in any danger at Hogwarts but if there is some sort of danger, stay away from it. (Though, you're a good girl so I doubt you'll get into any danger or trouble). I'm sorry that you made the decision not to tell Harry who you are, but I suppose for now, it really is the correct decision. Perhaps once you understand more about what is happening, you'll be able to tell him. I don't particularly know why you are having visions of Severus in general. I will say that we went to school together. He was good friends with your mum, but she broke off their friendship in their sixth year. Snape and James hated each other with a passion since they met on the train. When he went to school with us, he was well known for hanging out with friends who became Death Eaters and also had a knack for the Dark Arts. But don't worry, he's not a danger. Dumbledore trusts him and so it's rational to trust anyone Dumbledore trusts. He doesn't make mistakes. Remember that if you are ever in any trouble. I'm proud of you, I hope you know that. I wouldn't worry too much either about anything. You can always write to me about your problems- and I want to know about them too. Remember, keep your head down and stay quiet about these visions until you know more. Much love, Dad

I read over the section about Professor Snape multiple times. He had been 'great friends' with my mum. That could explain the vision that I'd seen of them getting married. But if they weren't friends when they left school and mum had married dad instead...then when had they gotten married? Had they divorced? Had it been over something about the Dark Arts? But surely dad would've told me if something like that had happened.

I stuffed the letter in my bag and hurried to Defense Against the Dark Arts. This class was taken with the Slytherins and we mostly left each other alone. Professor Quirrell knew what he was talking about most of the time but I would've liked a better teacher. He had a horrible stutter and the classroom smelled disgusting.

I often held a cloth up to my nose discreetly, pretending to be leaning on my arm while writing, to block out the smell.

Of course, I paid attention. As the days went on, I grew more and more wary of Professor Quirrell and took up a liking with Professor Snape. Actually, I liked nearly all of my teachers and classes. The only class I didn't particularly like was Astronomy. Actually, if it wasn't for the fact that I wanted top grades in every class, I wouldn't have paid attention in the class.

But honestly! Try keeping track of planets and their moons and their moons moons. Not to mention when they collided and what happens when they collided or rotated or whatever the hell the other terms were! It was a horrible class. Not to mention that it would dip into other topics. Moon phases reacting with different potion cauldrons. Different plants. Sun and silver, moon and gold. It was way to confusing and complicated and should not have been a bloody required class. Should've been optional. But maybe they thought no one would take it. . .they'd probably be right.

History of magic was one of my favorite classes, although the teacher could've been more interesting. But Goblin rebellions and the creation of Wizarding Villages and different magical schools in every country were fascinating to learn about. I mostly read out of my textbook to understand what Professor Binns was talking about. Even I found it hard to pay attention when everything was read in a monotone voice.

Hermione and I studied together a lot. She was also finding that making friends was much harder than she had thought. This, I couldn't comment on as I was on good terms with all the Hufflepuffs my age. Though, admittedly, I wasn't sure I could call any of them 'friends'. Acquaintances was more accurate.

"They think I'm a know it all." Hermione said sadly in the library one afternoon as we worked on easy History of Magic homework. She'd paused, her quill hesitating over a finishing sentence for her seventh paragraph. "All I want to do is get grades, why is that such a bad thing?"

"You're not in the right house." I said matter of factly, though her words resonated with me. I too paused, looking over my sixth paragraph's details. "Didn't you say that the sorting hat was thinking about putting you in Ravenclaw?"

"Yes." Hermione said, writing the sentence with a flourish. "Do you think I would've done better there?"

"Perhaps." I said, not looking at her. "They would've all been eager to learn, just like you. But I think you're being to hard on yourself. I'd say sometime after Halloween, you're going to make some really good friends."

Indeed, I had seen a flash of Hermione solidifying a friendship with Harry and Ronald, I just wasn't sure how yet. I wish I could be just as sure about whether or not I was going to make friends with them as well.

"What a strange prediction." Hermione said, more to herself than to me. I flushed, bending my head over my essay. We spent the rest of the afternoon working on our homework in silence unless we wanted to comment on something that had to do with the essay.

When I wasn't in class or the library, I was outside on the grounds. I had made good friends with Hagrid and I helped him out with this work. He was the gamekeeper and he took care of the grounds (obviously). There were lots of magical creatures that he cared for in the Forbidden forest, and I liked to help him with such things.

Hagrid also introduced me to the centaurs, kind, but strange beasts. Sometimes I went into the forest on my own and the centaurs would talk to me. If I went at night, something I did at least twice a week, they would show me the stars and planets and tell me what they meant. It helped me understand Astronomy more in any case.

My favorite centaur's name was Firenze (but of course, I never said he was my favorite because then it would be like picking out your favorite horse or rabbit or owl, and centaurs were not animals). He was the kindest one though, and was more than willing to share with me the secrets of the planets. He was a very good teacher.

Really, the forest wasn't really as dangerous as people said. Sure, there were dangerous creatures in there, but I didn't bother them, and they didn't bother me, and I was sure that as long as I stayed with the Centaurs or high up in the trees I'd be fine. And that's what I did.

Everyone says that the forest is dark and scary with the trees growing close together until you feel that you're suffocating. Well, maybe in some parts of the forest. But in the places I travel, there trees are tall and beautiful. There are small and large clearings filled with flowers of every species and color. There are rivers and streams in there, though almost no one knows where they are except Hagrid and the Centaurs. It was the Centaurs who showed me the streams in the first place. In other words, the forest wasn't scary at all but rather, it was beautiful and unique.

Between the centaurs, Hagrid, doing extra things for my classes outside of my classes, and studying the library, I didn't have time for normal things like eating or talking to friends. Hermione was the only person that I talked to, unless I said hello to the Hufflepuffs in the morning before running down to the Great Hall.

There were so many things to do to make sure that I understood every subject. Even though Herbology was three times a week, you still had to come down almost every day to check on the plants we'd planted, and make sure they were surviving. There was research to do for History of Magic that wasn't always in the textbooks. I'd asked Professor Flitwick for extra tutoring lessons on harder spells. I'd asked Professor McGonagall as well but she claimed I had enough on my plate and that I could certainly work at the pace of the other students.

I also asked Professor Snape for extra lessons which he said I didn't need. Apparently, I was his best potioneer in his class. This surprised me as the only people he'd ever given compliments to were the Slytherins. Perhaps he only complimented me to avoid giving me lessons. But that didn't really seem like a Snape tactic. Rudeness was more of his thing.

I also started writing to dad less and less. I just couldn't find the time. I think I worried him because he started writing to me twice as much. To make up for all the time I'd missed, I stayed up late after a night in the forest to write him an extremely long letter about everything I had been doing.

The visions were also distracting, popping up at random moments. I tried not to pay to much attention to them. But there was this mirror that kept popping up a lot in my visions, and I decided that I was going to have to try and find it. Maybe finding what my visions were showing me would help stop the visions from appearing.

We reached October 13 and I went looking for the mirror instead of going to dinner. I tried to tap into the memories and see if I could find a direct path to the room where the mirror was situated. It worked for a little bit but I ended getting lost when I couldn't hold onto the memory anymore.

Professor Flitwick found me wandering around and helped me back to the great hall where everyone had just started dessert. I thanked him before going to sit next to Susan and ate some dessert while drawing the mirror absentmindedly on a piece of spare parchment.

"That's pretty." Susan commented and I looked up.

"Hmm?" I asked stupidly, lowering my spoon with brownie and vanilla ice cream on it.

Susan jabbed her pointer finger at the parchment. "That's a pretty mirror."

"Oh!" I said, blushing. "Thank you."

Susan grinned at me and then turned to talk to Hannah again. I stared down at the detailed mirror and then folded the parchment up, stuffing it under a napkin. I finished the brownie and ice-cream and went back to the library to finish some Potions homework.

Looking for the mirror became something new to add to my already full to-do list. Then, once flying lessons started, I had a completely different vision- Thank Merlin.

I was eating breakfast in the Great Hall and my vision went black. I could tell I was still sitting up and I could hear everyone talking. I sat perfectly still as I watched Draco pick something off the ground and Harry confronted him. They flew up on their brooms.

"Give it here," Harry called angrily, gripping the broomstick tightly between his hands, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"

"Oh, yeah?" Draco sneered, though he looked worried.

Harry shot forward , towards him, and Draco made a sharp turn, narrowly avoiding Harry's arms. Harry made a sharp turn as well. People were clapping below them. Slytherins and Gryffindors. Hermione had a haughty look on her face, her arms crossed.

The vision jumped and I saw Harry diving on the broom and caught the thing Draco had taken in his hand.

Professor McGonagall was leading him through a corridor now. Oh, he had made the Quidditch team, he was going to be playing seeker.

The vision faded and I was back in the Great Hall. I looked over at the Gryffindor table. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing around Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. A Remembrall, that's what Draco had taken from Neville. I stood up and walked over to the table. The smoke in the ball was red.

"Hello Elizabeth." Hermione beamed up at me. "Neville's got a Remembrall."

I smiled back at her and turned my attention to Neville. He was frowning at the Remembrall, trying to remember what he had forgotten. "Neville, you've forgotten to put on your robes." I said, pointing out the fact he was only wearing his vest and white shirt.

He looked down and gave me a quick thanks before he headed out of the Great Hall. Presumably to the Gryffindor common room where he would get his robes.

"Are you flying today?" Harry asked me, looking up from his plate of bacon and eggs. We were on a first-name basis, but not friends yet. I was going to take it slow, I wasn't going to force my friendship on him. Still, it rather hurt that we weren't as close as I would've liked. I forced myself to smile gently.

"No, tomorrow." I said promptly. "Also, good luck on flying today, I know you'll do wonderfully."

I walked away to head to the Transfiguration classroom. I'd look for the mirror again during lunch. In Transfiguration, we were turning smoke into daggers, something that very difficult because smoke and daggers were two different states of matter.

Magic is much harder than people realize, even magical children. You don't just wave a wand and say words. There's other components like willpower and concentration. Both of these characteristics are extremely important as you can't cast a proper spell without them. Willpower was how badly you wanted the wand to happen but only in correlation with concentration. You couldn't think of other things or be distracted while trying to cast a spell.

There were four different types of Transfiguration- in Transformations at least: Inanimate to inanimate (matchstick to needle), Inanimate to animate (teapot into a turtle), animate to inanimate (beetle into button), and animate to animate (frog into a porcupine). Needless to say, inanimate to animate and animate to animate were the hardest types of Transfiguration.

The actual four categories under Transfiguration were: Vanishment, Transformation, Conjurations, and Untransfiguration.

At the moment, Professor McGonagall was looking out the window, taking a pause from grading homework papers on her desk.

Here it comes, I thought randomly. I leaned my head to left and watched Harry dive downwards, but he was soon out of sight. Professor McGonagall quickly got to her feet, peering out of the window.

A moment later, Professor McGonagall told the rest of us to stop our transformations and that she would be right back. She rushed from the room. I sighed, laying aside my wand and pulling out my Transfiguration textbook to read for fun.

There was another flash in my head. "Wood, I've found you a seeker."

I sighed again, and Ernie sent me a patronizing look. I set the book aside and laid my head down on the desk. Everything was happening so fast. So much homework, so much studying. What was I going to cut out? The Centaurs were so interesting, Hagrid was so incredibly nice. If I could just find the bloody mirror, that would be something to check off my list. At least Hermione was my only friend- I didn't have to try and spend time with anyone else.

But I liked spending time alone- I had found that out. I had more time to draw, read, study, explore, do magic, and learn. Sometimes, I thought I was better off without friends because I seemed to get some much more downtime without them. But there were other times that I did wish there was someone that I could share my experiences with.

I'd have loved to have explored the Forbidden Forest with someone, to share the experience with someone, but Hermione didn't like breaking the rules- at all. I had mentioned going into the forest once and she had given me a twenty minute lecture about what would happen if we were killed, or worse- expelled.

I concentrated, tracing a route from the library until finally, I found the passageway that led me to the mirror. The bell rang and I jumped up from my seat, dashing out of the classroom. I hurried down the hallway to the library and then, pulling up the image in my head again, traced my way down stairs and around corners until I reached a large, closed door.

I pushed it open and shut it behind me. The room was vacant. Unused desks were pushed up against the walls, collecting dust. There was a chalkboard in the front of the room and in the back, was the mirror.

I dropped my bag by the door and walked towards the mirror slowly. Before I reached it, I saw multiple images.

Harry was standing before it, seeing generations of family members. Our parents, a baby girl in our parents arms, our grandparents, our great-grandparents, our aunts, our uncles, and so on. I realized with a jolt that the baby girl was probably me.

Ron was standing in front of the mirror. He was Quidditch Captain, Prefect, and Head boy. Everything he could be to outshine his brothers.

Dumbledore was standing in front of the mirror. His arm was around a young girl and a boy- his brother- was standing next to him.

A younger Snape was standing in front of the mirror, seeing himself marrying Lily. But there was something different about her eyes than the other vision I had seen.

Now an older Snape was standing in the mirror. He was watching Lily and James and baby Harry sitting on a floor, laughing and playing. He was kneeling by the mirror, his legs sprawled out to the sides, resting his forehead and his hand on the mirror. His forehead rested about the babies head. His hand rested where Lily's hand was.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and not because I wasn't in the picture. He had loved mum so much that after she died, he wished that even his enemy, James, was still alive so that she could be alive too.

The visions slowly dissipated and I wiped my eyes, and continued forward. I wondered what I would see in the Mirror of Erised. But I almost knew what I was going to see. After all, it was what I had desired for years and years.

Standing in the direct middle, I expected to see myself creating a werewolf cure potion. Instead, Harry was in the mirror, his arm slung over my shoulder. Sirius was standing behind the two of us, one hand on both of our shoulders. Lupin stood to the side, smiling. He didn't look sick anymore. Mum and Dad were standing to the left, holding hands.

I closed my eyes. Why had I come seeking this mirror? It did not show what I wanted it to show and it had served no purpose except bringing more visions and more questions. What was the purpose of standing here before this mirror?

I looked into Mum's green eyes. They were Harry's eyes. Or maybe it was that Harry's eyes were her eyes. And Lupin was right too, my eyes were the same shade as James'. But looking at the mirror now, I did not think that I looked like Lily, no. My hair was not as vibrant red as hers, but rather more like Lupins'- red-brown.

But really, wasn't it what I wanted to see after all? Lupin didn't look sick anymore and his hair was fuller and he wasn't as thin as he had been- though he was still no where near close to fat. Just fit. And that was what I wanted, wasn't it?

I heard words in my ears. "Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible."

I turned my back on the Mirror and walked away. It was not possible. There were simply facts in life. My parents were dead, Sirius was in Azkaban, my father would never be healthy, and Harry would never know that I was his sister.

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#JohnDoeGame #ZableFable #ThisDatingChartThing

I used Ms Paint to try to make Zable's side so if it looks rough that's the reason why.

Also my art isn't great.

The reason why it says randomized because every Zable Fable is different but the first Zable Fable drawing is the base.

Zable Fable will sometimes randomly change forms when she first shifted but she needs to go to shifter classes to control her powers right.

Info of Zable.

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr - search: Funny fella

This will their first date song. Song and video not mine but link is there.

Pokemon GSC Is What I Like Full Edit - YouTube

Zable Fable wouldn't arrive on the uncanny valley bus but would realm jump randomly into either the café, just slamming her body on top of the bus, or just randomly falling in John Doe's revolting slob house then swimming through his/their trash wondering where she is.

Then she would just sink in the trash void Doe has.

When she realm jumps it's similar to the Eric Andre Intros.

Only the gift she/they gift you will jog the memory if you pick the wrong Zable Fable.

Also you need to describe to her if you don't have a video or a photo of the gift.

If there was a bow on the gift you need to say what color the bow is.

If you kiss her like for example in ending 2 of John Doe you will get some of that shifter mist in your mouth but it tries to harmonize with Zable's shifter mist.

Then she will slowly get up.

The most likely mist song to appear when Fable is in control and Zable "died" or is swapped out.

The vessel will attack like they are from that game with their eyes closed.

Song not mine but link is there.

Mouth Wide Open (Lardy Hernandez) - LISA: The Joyful - YouTube

Zable Fable after Ending 2 in John Doe after Doe says Do you like being scared?"

This character would just angerly stare him down and take off their normal head to reveal John Doe's head back to him to spooky him then the normal Doe's head and later back to her normal head.

It's a reference to the True Ending to Illbleed but Zable is dressed. This video has Eriko edited.

Video not mine but link is there.

Shutting Down Illbleed: The True Ending - YouTube

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(John Doe is from Mortisfox.)

Zable Fable in the Uncanny Valley

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Zable Fable would be caught off guard if John Doe did those scary face attacks but won't be scared of him/them but will pretend to be scared to get Doe's confidence up.

Zable would be scared that Doe's face might freeze up though.

But Zable would be spooked of normal Doe.

Zable Fable would probably kiss Doe when he/they did that ending 4 pose and say " I can stay over if you want since I can interview you for my job since it's only day 1 of 3 days I can stay here."

Now ending 5 Zable Fable would shrug and say her/their name then they get to know each other.

Probably show Doe her inner bag realm with a clear early 2000s furniture and video games.

Ending 2 Zable Fable would be the most scared of Doe since a knife is in play.

She would "die" but get up from her dormant shifter half and fight them off or teleport out of there to not hurt Doe.

Maybe fight Doe Illbleed style with her dual shot water gun she/they copied.

This would play in the battle and mostly from Janet.

Rootin-Tootin Love - SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day - YouTube

Ending 6 would be super rough. Zable Fable would probably try to ignore Doe with headphones or try to interview literally anyone else than Doe even though she/they might need that one interview to power her realm jumper clicker to return home.

She/they will regrettable interview Doe then teleport away only using Doe's interview just to leave without a thanks.

Ending 7

Zable Fable would be scared this pretty person is talking to her/them since normal Doe looks too nice looking and out of Zable's league. Then Zable Fable would love to know what this strange person really looks like.

And say this person has a porcelain mask like fakeness that she/they can sense.

Zable Fable would say "Just be yourself dude and don't change for me. I got something to say to you now get up."

She/they would just pull out a karaoke mic out the inner bag realm and Janet would sit on the couch with this song played while dancing.

Zable Fable would sing to Doe and probably dance with them.

Song and video not mine but link is there.

Just the way you are - Billy Joel - with lyrics - YouTube

Then Zable Fable would eat the meat gift then kiss John Doe.

Zable Fable in Ending 1 would just be them watching Doe break the fourth wall.

Maybe recording Doe doing this for Zable's stream channel and ask Doe to do a food review with them after John Doe is done.

Zable Fable would say "That was pretty cool. Can you teach me that?"

Zable Fable in Ending 3 would say no only once then say maybe at the following home thing but gives Doe the address to the café instead of the apartment so Zable just ditched them then Doe would have lost interest message.

Because they sat at the café waiting on them to arrive.

Zable Fable's Squad Dynamic

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Janet would still be scared by John Doe but slowly gets used to them.

Zericon on the other hand would be kind of overprotective of his kid being with this shifter.

He would test John Doe in both word and fighting to see if they are worthy of being with any Zable Fable.

(Zable Fable doesn't know Zericon is their dad. Since the villain of my story put a curse on her own realm to block that out so she sees Zericon as a friend and not her dad. It's part of the sitcom curse plot twist of realm 12 to fully awaken their full power.)

(Telling any Zable Fable that Zericon is her dad they will laugh it off and call you crazy.)

(Then a catchphrase would come out their mouth with canned laughter afterwards.)

Zable Fable has a item called a copycat which is a cat shaped portable scanner.

It can scan any item down to the detail and food but it needs to be a edible ink to be consumed.

The weapon can be edible if the ink is also edible.

This can't scan people.

Unless it's gingerbread or food people but not humans.

It makes a cat scan of the weapons, food, and food people.

Their blood is red but when shifted it turns purple since they have blue shifter blood mixed with their red human blood.

Zable Fable a few minutes before John Doe wakes up from his/their 9 hour motionless closed eyed nap would place his favorite burger and thickened drink next to Doe so he can eat it when he wakes up.

Each Zable Fable would count down until John Doe wakes up.

Zable probably ask what Doe was dreaming about.

Or if Regular Guys can even dream in the first place.

Also Zable Fable would find the pick up line too easy and cheesy even for them.

"Did It Hurt? When You Fell From Heaven?"

Sometimes Zable would just put the burger in John Doe's mouth to see how he reacts to that.

Zable also finds Doe's chicken like feet interesting that this character commissioned custom slippers online to look like his feet to wear.

This Zable Fable would say. "Hey Richard Roe how's it going?"

"Give me some skin."

Then would do a secret hand shake to know it's the same Zable and not a different one.

I can see John Doe not getting it at first then removing some of his/their clay skin and handing it to Zable then smiling.

Zable would be confused by this then would just take the clay then make a mini me version of Doe then add it back to his/their body.

Then would teach the handshake to Doe.

Maybe making a custom mug out of John Doe's fake clay body that got removed.

If it was John Doe's birthday and Zable knew Doe wasn't into sweets.

Zable Fable would look up a video on how to make homemade meatloaf instead of a birthday cake.

Zable would probably ask why his house is so messy and where is the party stuff is coming from?

Also where should I put the birthday meatloaf?

Then would see the cake Zable gave Doe in the trash pile in his house just getting gross hoping the animals will enjoy it.

What Richard Roe means.

Richard Roe Definition & Meaning - Merriam-Webster

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If Zable and Doe had kids.

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(Shifter Dna in my lore is stubborn and even if beings that can't have kids the shifter will make them but just needs Dna from the partner and has to be truly in love.)

It's a fail-safe trait of a shifter just in case a species gets low in population.

The first one is female looking named Zandra and is a dentist.

The second one is male looking named Zeal and is a funeral owner.

The third is male and named Zouglas and is a defective version of the regular guy mixed with zigearimorph deluxe species is more human like.

Zouglas and is shorter than the other two children and doesn't have a clay hollow body or a hair ball form also he's not weak to water but bones still give him problems.

He's allergic to bones, teeth, and the throw away material.

Zouglas wants to be a realm jumper like his mom and he's a junkavore.

Zouglas only eats junk foods but can eat normal food but it makes him gain weight.

All three kids are Demisexual.

Zable Fable needs to eat some of Doe's "hair" and to be strongly bonded with love to produce the kids.

They both have to agree on having kids.

All three kids are attending shifter school to get their shapeshifting powers down right so they can control them.

Zouglas can shapeshift into a Doeball form but it would be like those monster plastic rubber balls since he doesn't have bones but cartilage.

The regular guy looking kids clay fake bodies slowly melt when in contact with water since that's the shifter side preventing that.

Zouglas fake doe ball like form be like.

The hands interchange like feet.

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr - #Carnival Source

I imagine Zandra doing her regular dentist job but Doe just randomly showing up to see how the kids are doing and wanting free teeth.

Same with Zeal for his funeral owner job.

He would sigh and say "Sup dad. You here for the teeth right?"

Zouglas would be too busy realm jumping with Janet but maybe would hitch a ride in Doeball form in his inner bag realm pretending to be a plush then spook him and laugh about it.

I imagine Zouglas having John Doe's beta design pointed nose while his siblings are much taller than him and have different nose types.

All three can shapeshift but Zouglas has a time limit for how long he can do it.

He tends to count down to himself until he changes back.

Zouglas seems to have a tiny bit of the Funny Fella genes left inside of him which is why he seems a little unstable when shifting.

He seems to get spooked very easily especially when getting sneaked up on.

If Zable and Maison Talo had a kid

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If Zable and Maison Talo had a kid then the offspring would be a object head of the house body with the lure cord being like a scarf.

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Zable Fable If they realm jumped to the uncanny valley.

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If Zable Fable any of the versions of the character randomly realm jumped to the uncanny valley would probably take pictures of everything then interview beings and later do a food review for their side hobby.

Speaking shiften their native tongue to confuse people before Janet can translate both languages so everyone is on equal in the language.

But Janet would tilt her head when Maison Talo says his name then look at Zable with a like "Are you serious?"

But Zable would just want to interview folks for her job but my guess is that Maison would trick them into his house but he will get a rude awakening from Zable Fable.

Janet can make the languages kind of equal on both sides but it will be hard to translate Doe's true name.

If Zable and Doe were a couple Janet would be clinging onto Doe's back so she can hear more angel speak from John Doe to add to the translate database.

Zable Fable be like.

But each Eric Andre intro hits something with their body like the top part of the Bus in the uncanny valley or randomly landing on people if they are just standing there and sometimes realm jumps in houses.

Smash Bros Melee Intro in 4K is PURE NOSTALGIA - YouTube

Zable Fable when they randomly realm jump to a place and their art style changes to match the place.

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr

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I think it is canon that certain beings can leave the uncanny valley to explore outside the valley.

If John Doe could leave the Uncanny Valley then Zable Fable would totally take him/them on her realm jumping adventures where each Zable interviews and delivers goods to folks.

So I guess a last species half clown shifter that doesn't know that yet as a plot twist of a curse and a fuzz ball goth shifter that doesn't know they are goth can be a thing.

But that's just my Au though.

I find it funny that John Doe doesn't get puns about his name because Zable Fable would have a ton of them ready when returning back from realm jumping interviewing folks for their job.

Zable would slowly try to explain the puns to Doe and he would just be confused.

Also Zable would do the same thing to his weird memes.

Probably writing notes on the uncanny valley humor.

All the versions of Zable Fable have different favorite colors but this one in this Au likes metal colors like bronze, copper, gold, pewter, platinum, and silver.

The reason why the secret handshake is important is that the villain in Zable's story can shapeshift or make a clone similar to Zable but won't know the handshake and it will try to guess.

If it guesses right it will take control of the love interest or friend to kill Zable and Fable the same way they wiped out all the Funny Fellas.

YipYop's movie is called Soul Trick Puppeteer.

It's similar to fail safe but the attacks can be controlled.

YipYop is controlling the victim's body while the user is trapped in a void either a sleep like Zable or awake trying to find a way out but is stuck not even words can break them out of their control.

If you try to break them out of YipYop's control they will let the victim say a few words then take control again.

Maybe saying that it worked and I'm free using the victim's voice as a false sense of security then attack.

Even when Fable is in control it will try to not harm the soul tricker.

Fable will try to cycle through the randomized dream moves to find a attack that will snap the one tricked out of it.

YipYop will dismiss the weakness of the user to guarantee Zable Fable's death.

If the character's main weapon is a knife it will change into hatchet or a sword.

YipYop's victim's eyes will be open but feel soulless with X's in each pupil. The Fail safe eyes rarely open but have numbers cycling through the pupils. Fable will just dodge the attack until they get Friendship.

5 Friendship Fable warns the enemy of something coming but doesn't know what the item is or what could be coming. This confuses the enemy then gets hit by a random boat or space ship that knocks out the enemy then they wake up forgetting why they were fighting then both parties hang out.

This will separate YipYop from the victim which will confuse YipYop but free the victim. The victim will be really tired or sleepy due to the fighting.

It's like dream fighting vs day dream fighting.

After this YipYop will try again to take over the host.

Fable needs to hide the victim and fight their 2nd and 3rd forms.

YipYop shapeshifts by turning their body inside out and both siblings have to agree on a form.

The monster form has to be conjoined or topsy turvy doll like.

Similar to this.

Image not mine but link is there.

Topsy Turvy Doll: Dorothy & Toto | A Mighty Girl

The sister and brother takes turns on who is the "legs" when walking. Their size can be human sized to kaiju sized.

The 1st phase is character puppeteering, The 2nd phase is the normal size with form change, The 3rd boss phase is the kaiju sized one.

YipYop does have a tail it's their dress like skin that changes forms when inside out.

Once Zable and Fable are synchronized then they can shapeshift as well.

YipYop Zable's clone will try their best to act like the same character to the love interest or friend is used to but will act forgetful at times or off when certain questions or actions are brought up.

Maybe ask the clone Zable how their day was, or how fast they arrived back, ask where Janet or their translator is.

Maybe make the love interest or character speak their native tongue since most Zable's will try to learn the language instead of depending on Janet.

If the character is a lover then ask questions on how they first met and the gift exchanges that happened.

Maybe a favorite color.

Zable Fable would give Peter the nickname Stickman, Sharky, Shark Week, Megamind, Bear Trap, and Cubeworld.

I think Peter would be tricked by the Zable clone but YipYop would be spooked while controlling him since they see the memories of the vessel.

YipYop is impressed of evil individuals and takes notes.

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Another song that might play in Zable's mist song.

Video not mine but link is there.

Stay With Me - Miki Matsubara but 8bit - YouTube

Chart isn't mine but link is there.

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If John Doe dates the wrong Zable Fable be like since there are multiple versions of her/them.

Doe is Gay spaghetti chef.

Video not mine but link is there.

Khonjion date - YouTube

What it sounds like to realm jump.

Songs not mine but link is there.

Date of Birth - PLANET DOB [1999] - YouTube

#JohnDoeGame #Zable Fable #This Dating Chart Thing

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