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stusbunker · 4 years

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Hunters’ Crossing: Moving In

A Kinky Swingin’ Supernatural AU

Featuring: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader

Written for: @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 3535

Square Filled: Teasing

Summary: Dean and you work on moving into your new house. Which just happens to be Sam and Rowena’s old place. A neighbor stops by while Dean is out, welcoming you to the cul-de-sac. As the day goes on, you enjoy distracting your husband until he has had enough.

Warnings: 18yo+, shower sex, oral sex (both), penetrative sex, fingering, anal sex, analingus, dirty talk, just happy couple smut.

Pre-read by @cracksinthewalls & @thoughtslikeaminefield (who also made the awesome header).

Dean had been up and itching to get the show on the road for over an hour. The only things left unboxed in the two bedroom ranch, you had been renting since moving back to town, was the mattress, bedframe and a change of clothes. As of sometime after midnight, Dean and you were packed and ready to go. Unfortunately for your husband, you were still sound asleep.

He started pacing, or what sounded like pacing from your exhausted face-down state. It turned out he had started moving the boxes from your room to the driveway.

Dean wasn’t being loud, but it was really fucking early for that.

You crawled out of bed just after eight, shrugged into the old top and leggings you had left out the night before, and prayed he had gotten coffee.

“And she’s up,” Dean snapped his fingers in excitement. You grumbled your good morning, but snuggled into his side as he dialed Benny, his lead mechanic and the guy who was bringing the trailer. You nursed your coffee (with all the right fixings) as Dean finished his call.

“Can you believe where we’re gonna be livin’?” Dean kissed your temple, then looked down at you like a kid on the way to Disneyland.

“Uh, yeah, so can the bank account. You’re lucky you’re so cute and Sam’s lucky you have a soft spot for him,” you finished on a mumble.

“You love that house, don’t be like that,” Dean tisked at you.

“I do! I do. It’s just, I could have slept for like four more hours,” you whined. “Thank you for my coffee.”

Dean rolled his eyes at you, but you could tell he was pleased he had done good. You left a quick kiss on his jaw before he walked away to start hauling more things outside.

Barely ten minutes had passed when Benny and Bobby sauntered up the walkway. Before you had even metabolized the caffeine, the first trip was underway.

Hunter’s Crossing was the last cul-de-sac at the end of Lawrence Lane. Which ran the length of the development known as the Ethereal Estates. The four bedroom, three bathroom McMansion that you and Dean had purchased from his younger brother Sam was on the northern corner, facing south. Dean pulled the Impala into the garage with Benny and Bobby with the truck and trailer filling the driveway right behind you.

As you climbed from the passenger’s seat, Benny let out an impressed whistle.

“Damn, Boss, you’ve gone full country club on us,” the large man drawled.

“Can it, nimrod, or you’ll give him an even bigger head,” Bobby warned. Benny and you both laughed.

“You done? Cuz, last time I checked you can walk and talk,” Dean snipped, only half-heartedly. Bobby gave you a gentle smile as you shivered against the early spring air. You all fell in line behind Dean and awaited your assignments.

Two hours into hauling furniture, Garth showed up to give a hand. Unlike Bobby and Benny, who worked directly for Dean at Winchester & Son’s garage, Garth, a long time friend, was an accountant who helped Dean learn the books when John retired. His wife Bess was the kindest person you had ever met.

You were settled into organizing mode when the guys left to pick up the last round of boxes. Then, the doorbell rang.

A man stood on the front porch, draped against the doorframe like he had known you for years, tucked into a fitted black suit paired with the softest looking tee shirt you had ever seen. His mischievous eyes crinkled above a flirtatious smirk as he introduced himself.

“Baz, hi, I’m at the center of the loop. Welcome to the neighborhood, wish it were over better circumstances, but happy to keep it in the family, as it were,” he rolled off before you could even reply. He must be in sales, you thought.

“Hi,” you gave him your name, finding it easy to smile under his charms.

“You're the sister-in-law? So where’s brother dearest?” He teased in a tonal accent.

“Oh you know, sent him to do the heavy lifting. They’ll be back before long.” You stood up straighter.

“Right, well, we’re having a dinner party next week. It’s kind of a regular thing, we take turns hosting, and my wife’ll kill me if I don’t pass on the invite. Friday at seven? We have cocktails, and get gussied up for one another,” he mentioned passively, but you caught the drift. It wasn’t a backyard barbecue. “It’s all a bit pretentious if you ask me-- Well, who am I kidding, right?”

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at his expense. “It sounds great--- Bash?”

“Baz,” his voice sizzled along the last letter.

“Baz, sorry. Uh, I’ll have to check with Dean, but I don’t think we have anything going on.” You gave him your best customer smile.

“How about I’ll just pop back when you’re better settled? I didn’t mean to pressure you, love,” Baz waved as he backed off the porch.

“You’re fine, really,” you apologized. “It’s just the first day, a lot to sort out.”

“Of course! Take your time. Right, well, I’ll be seeing you, ta ta,” Baz waved with a tight lipped grin.

You closed the door and exhaled. That was more than you had heard from your neighbors in the three years you had lived at your last place. It was kind of exciting getting an invitation on the first day, now if you could just convince your husband to go. But Dean didn’t really get ‘gussied up’ for much.

Dean found you in the kitchen, kneeling on the counters as you sorted the plates. There was so much space, everything was able to get its own shelf. You heard him start the tap, just out of your line of sight. Quickly, you sensed his amusement as you continued to stack and place the piles by size.

“Don’t laugh at me, it’s easier this way,” you said without looking at him. When he didn’t reply, you grew curious to what he was up to, slowly you turned around to find him leaning against the island which held the double sink, eyes firmly on your ass. You sighed, but leered back at him, down to just his t-shirt after the last of your belongings had been unloaded. He wiped his wet lips with the hem of his shirt, flashing the sweaty plane of his abs at you.

“Don’t mind me, carry on,” Dean sassed, waving you back to the task at hand.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing off the counter with an exaggerated arched back. You broke down the box and moved onto the next, knowing Dean was enjoying his water break more than he should.

“Why don’t you call for pizza? Get the guys fed for all their help,” you suggested as you climbed back up to stock another set of cabinets, this time with glassware.

Dean nodded before he finished off the last of his water. As he scrolled through his phone for a number, you remembered your visitor.

“Babe? You got anything going on on Friday?” You watched him think.

“No, why?” Dean didn’t look up, brow scrunched in concentration.

“We were invited to the neighbors’ for a dinner party,” you sing-songed the last words, emphasizing the level of chic.

“What neighbors?” Dean paused.

“The ones in the big house in the middle. Baz, was his name. Said they do it a lot and take turns hosting,” you shrugged. “Could be fun. It was nice to be welcomed to the neighborhood.”

“How long was this guy here?” Dean’s face froze in suspicion.

“He just stopped by!” You chuckled aghast, but you couldn’t hide the blush Dean’s interrogation had brought back.

“So, what, he just conveniently shows up to check out the hot new neighbor when he saw us leave?” Dean shook his head and stood straight, squaring off. “I don’t know, sounds like a creepy thing to do.”

“Shut up, he’s married! He said his wife would kill him if he didn’t extend the invitation. Calm down, would ya?” You hopped down to face him. Dean grumbled and went back to his phone. “Hey?”

“What?” Dean huffed.

“I love you.” You placed your chin on his shoulder as he got over his temporary pouting.

“Yeah?” Dean cocked an eyebrow, and smirked at you.

“Yep.” You popped the p.

“You want the usual?” Dean put his phone to the opposite ear.

“Please?” You grinned, as he settled against the sink once more.

His fingertips swatted the curve of your hip as you walked away.

You had left an entire room for the empty boxes. Without enough furniture to fill the space and after Sam and Rowena sold off half of theirs to cover the costs of the divorce, it was easy to let the cardboard pile up as the day went on. As you waited for lunch to arrive, you trudged through the living room to drop off another few flattened boxes.

Dean asked Benny and Garth to reassemble your bed and the guest bed upstairs, while he and Bobby organized tools and lawn equipment in the garage. You could see Dean and the older man talking through the window in the study, or the current box depot. Your husband had a fantastic profile and you took a few moments to appreciate it.

Slowly you tore yourself from your reverie and started to break down the remaining intact boxes. You quickly grew overheated and bent over to crack the window. You caught Dean’s eye as you wrenched the stiff windowpane up. He was watching you from the tops of his eyes, mouth open as his tongue played with his top teeth.

He always had such a sinful mouth.

The glint of chrome flashed from his window up to yours, the wrenches he was lining up nearly forgotten as you ducked your head out the window, strategically pinning your breasts between your folded arms. He was not shy about taking in the show, his eyes grew dangerous with want.

There was a sudden pounding on the front door. Just as quickly as you draped yourself out the window, you rocked back and away from Dean’s hungry glare.

The beer bottle was cold against your lips as you let the tangy liquid wash down the mouthful of pizza you had practically inhaled. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the smell wafted in from off the porch. Best pizza around and you were finally in the delivery radius, suburbia already had its perks.

“Save some for us, darlin’,” Benny teased, as he cracked off the top to his bottle.

"Hey, I'm not the one driving anywhere, you get your one, the rest are mine," you sassed back.

You took another sip, locking eyes with your husband across the table. He licked his lips before taking a generous swallow of beer. A familiar heat sizzled in his eyes.

"Good to know who's really in charge," Bobby nudged Garth to hand him his beer, which Garth passed on.

"I don't want to get drunk," the skinny man reasoned.

"Yeah, and I don't want to have to call Bess to pick you up," Dean agreed and took the offered beer from Bobby, though his was nearly full.

"Somebody's ready to celebrate," Bobby teased.

"They're ready for something," Benny taunted. "A little horizontal mambo seems to be in the cards."

"It has been a long day, a little might be all he's got left," Bobby agreed.

You almost spit out your beer as you giggled with their banter. Dean chugged his beer and rolled his shoulders.

"Mind your business, or I'll have you work late every Friday until I'm sick of looking at ya," Dean said after a faint belch.

"Yes, sir," Benny nodded, smirking at you with a little wink. You shook your head and sighed. The food quickly disappeared alongside the beer, leaving you all stuffed and lethargic. You rolled your shoulders and followed the guys out through the garage. Dean shook hands goodbye while you leaned against the double wide door frame, smiling and waving. You were grateful for all they had done to get you settled in.

“Have a good weekend, boys!” you called, watching them climb into the truck. Dean sauntered back to your side, sweat stained shirt rumpled, hair askew, and handsome as ever.

“Ready to go break in that fancy shower?” he asked, fingertip dragging your hair from your pulse point. A devilish chill ran down your spine, you couldn’t help but shiver from his touch.

“I am beat, Hot Stuff,” you lamented. “A shower does sound amazing though.”

“Let’s get you naked, then we’ll see who’s beat,” Dean punned horribly.

You groaned and then gave him a meager chuckle. “Do you even hear yourself sometimes?”

“I’m fucking hilarious, it’s one of the reasons you married me,” Dean insisted, leading you back into the house by the small of your back. You stomped through the mudroom and passed the kitchen to the stairs, every step up felt like you had concrete bricks for feet.

“No rush or anything,” Dean teased, hands firmly on your hips, always so supportive.

“Why did we buy a two story house?”! You fell dramatically forward, slumped on the landing, with your legs and arms askew like limp noodles. “Can I just nap here first? It’s so far!”

Dean stood two steps behind you, hands on his hips and bitch face on. “Really?”

You rolled to your back, knees bent and propped yourself up on your elbows, as if it was the hardest thing in the world. Starring up at his annoyed face, you got creative.

“Please? Just take a little break with me?” You opened your legs suggestively, seeing his eyes rake over your body before he rolled them in mock annoyance.

“Five minutes, then I’m getting clean, with or without you,” Dean warned. He fell into the cradle of your thighs, his chest was flush with your heat, as his face burrowed into your cleavage. His arms snaked around your shoulders, holding you up to him like a pillow. It would have been uncomfortable, if he didn’t feel so damn good squishing you into the plush carpet.

Every inch he touched burned through your clothing, the radiant heat of his body oozing into your tired muscles, turning your blood into molten sludge, pooling at your core. Dean hummed and shifted above you, the tip of his nose teasing a nipple.

“I can’t wait to fuck you in every room of this house,” Dean murmured, voice husky and full of promise. “Gonna make you scream my name until there is no doubt every inch of this place belongs to me.”

“To us,” you replied, pulling his face up to look at your lust blown eyes.

“Just you and me,” Dean agreed, kissing a clothed tit, and then the next. He slid up on his toes until his hard edges crooked against your welcoming curves. Then he kissed you blind.

You twisted your hands into his hair and the back of his shirt, clinging to him as he sucked every memory of exhaustion from your mind. The satisfaction of a day’s work done and the hope of new beginnings flooded into your already happy existence, filling you with a blissed out giddiness as Dean began to grind his hips against you. You gasped, breaking the kiss, before dragging his shirt over his head.

He leaned back and placed a swift kiss on your lips. “Five minutes are up.”

You groaned in dismay as Dean untangled himself from your limbs and climbed the last six steps to the second floor.

“You coming or what?” He barked at you, belt already flapping open, erection poking his shorts out of his fly.

Dean usually hated shower sex, too many slippery surfaces and not a lot of space to get things done. But now that you had a walk in shower stall, custom-made for his giant brother, Dean had become an enthusiast.

What started on the stairs, led to him staying dressed on the bottom half until you were completely bare. Then he started the water, letting it get as close to boiling as he could stand and how he knew you liked it. He escorted you under the massive showerhead and pulled back your hair, letting the water soak every inch of your skin.

He wouldn’t let you touch him.

Then he started to scrub, louva sudsy and soothing over your shoulders, under your arms, around your breasts, leaving the parts that needed him most tight and wanting. Once you were as clean as he was going to let you get, Dean brought out the shampoo, letting you finish, not trusting himself to be gentle enough with your tresses.

It took him less than five seconds to finally get naked.

Once your hands reached above your head, Dean started his attack. He lapped one nipple into his hungry mouth as you groaned. Dean watched you the entire time as he mouthed your tits, wanting to push you to the edge as many times as he could get away with.

Fucking tease.

Then he moved between your legs, and the way he left parts of you unwashed all made sense. Because he wanted to taste you, not your floral body wash. He fell to his knees and hooked a thigh over his shoulder, leaving rough kisses on each thigh. Back and forth he went until you were dizzy and whimpering. He rinsed his hands and licked his finger tips for good measure, watching you wait for him to get on with it.

Then he began to stroke your folds. Ever so carefully, he pulled you open, cherishing the way you quaked for him. Your wetness only aiding in the tortuously slow glide of his fingers, front to back, back to front. After more breaths than you could keep track of, Dean pressed into you, two calloused fingers as deep as they could go.

You grasped his neck, desperate to hold on, because as soon as he would, you needed Dean’s tongue on your throbbing clit.

“Whoa--- everything alright up there?” Dean said with laughter in his voice.

“God, fuck, Dean,” you begged.

“Yeah?”

“Please, stud, I need you,” you panted, nails digging into his back.

“Might want to think about how you were acting all day then. Climbing around like a jungle cat. Practically flashing me and Bobby in the garage. Flirting with the neighbors,” Dean tisked at you. “I’m just giving you what you gave me.”

Then he shut up and put out. That sinful mouth decadently pulled and puckered every inch of flesh, until you were screaming over the torrent of the shower. Once his tongue joined his fingers, you were gone. Liquid heat squeezed out of you as your body shuddered out the aftermath, thanking his skillful digits for their efforts.

At long last, you were bent in half, hands braced against the intricate tile as he speared into you from behind. Your body fighting to keep the water out, which only pushed Dean to thrust harder against the unrelenting tightness. Your legs were going to give out soon, it was all too much, the warmth of the shower and the way, even on your tiptoes, Dean had to crouch with his bowed legs to hit your sweet spot with every single stroke.

When he smacked your ass, you faltered, elbows bending and falling forward. He caught you, slowly easing out of your abused cunt, until you were back on steady feet. You turned to kiss his pink lips, still heady with your juices. Carefully Dean reached behind you to turn off the water, brushing his chest against yours. You reached up and pinched his nipple. In return, he let his hand drop down to cup your mound, tapping a gentle rhythm across your slit.

“Ready for that nap, now?” He offered, kissing your temple.

“Definitely.

You spent the rest of the weekend unpacking and screwing, just like Dean wanted: in every room of the house.

He ate you out as a pre-breakfast in bed, first thing Sunday morning, slow and dirty. The noises that came from his plush lips made you writhe just as much as the work his tongue put in. You sucked him off while he made you a proper meal, but only during the prep work as bacon spatter is nothing to toy with.

You rode him while he tried to watch opening week baseball highlights in your new living room, your bare legs deliciously smooth against the leather of the couch. He took your ass after he watched you doing laundry, bending down to pull the hot towels out of the dryer was too much for him. So, he dragged you up stairs to a spare bedroom, licked you clean and then worked you twice over before slamming home and filling you filthy.

Moving was the best idea you’d ever had. You loved the house and couldn’t wait to get to know your neighbors. Life was good, you just didn’t realize it could get even better.

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Sonic May Cry

Today is Groundhog Day and the entire internet is going into a huge 'Into the ___Verse!' shtick. Basically an Into the Spiderverse based trope where alternate universes cross into one another specifically the characters. This story came from a recent What If situation involving Sonic the Hedgehog that was stewing in my brain yesterday.

And taking alternate universes thing, I delved in deeper with an another alternate universe involving the original Devil May Cry. Mix them both together and I got this.

Time is a very fragile thing and the wrong move can break it. Or: Classic Sonic/Kid Sonic gets blasted into the Devil May Cry universe and causes some big changes.

"Sonic! Run! The rift is closing! If you don't get out of there, you'll be lost in time and space forever! No! Don't do it! Don't leave me! Please! Sonic!!!"

Time was a very precious thing to have. It should never be taken for granted and should never be toyed with. The mechanized menace called the Time Eater had done more damage than either Robotniks could've estimated. The rifts were closing even faster than they should. Someone was going to be left behind with no choice. His best friend Tails wasn't going to be that person if he could help it. His best buddy would be fine without him. For this was his end not Tails. The end of Sonic The Hedgehog. And he welcomed it with open arms.

Great sacrifice comes with a greater reward. Fix their broken hearts, brave little warrior. Heal the wounded hearts of the Sons of Sparda, Sonic the Hedgehog. Right now, they need you the most.

Mitis Forest on the outskirts of Fortuna, a light shone brightly in an open flowerbed. The soft daffodils, petunias and dandelions were greeted by the weight of a small light blue furred hedgehog. The little beast barely reaching 2 ft in height with both face and stomach round with baby fat showing he was quite young. White gloves and red running shoes were the only clothing worn. His muzzle was light peach along with the center of his stomach.

Quills slightly long just like the ones on his back and stubby little tail. Black pupil like eyes slowly opened to be greeted with a vast starry night sky. 'Huh?' Thought Sonic the Hedgehog as he took in his surroundings. He was alive yet… 'What happened? I should be dead.' Sonic thought for a moment. 'This isn't my world that's for sure. And why does my back feel stiff?' The hedgehog then he picked himself off the ground and looked at what he was previously lying on.

Shock became evident as eyes widened when they laid on 7 gray lifeless stones amongst the grass. They looked to be cut into perfect diamond shapes but to Sonic these gemstones were far more precious. 'The Chaos Emeralds?! Why are the Chaos Emeralds here? No better question, why do they look so dead?' He thought picking up one of the lifeless emeralds. It felt really cold to the touch but the hedgehog could feel a tiny bit of energy in the stone.

'Could the emeralds have saved me? No… It did something else. Before I blacked out I thought I heard something. I also feel different too. I feel the same but I can't shake the nagging feeling that something about my body had changed.' He thought before looking at the lights coming from up ahead. He picked up the stones before hiding them in his quills. It was sorta weird on how the Emeralds could hide themselves in his fur like they weren't there but he never bothered about the details.

Sonic walked a bit closer up the hill to see the lights were coming from a large city. What struck him as odd were the large demon statues scattered about the whole place. 'Ain't getting any answers standing here. That city looks like a good place to find out where I am.' With a goal set in mind, he disappeared into a streak of blue as he ran over to the city at supersonic speed.

This city was very odd and quite creepy to the blue blur. Everyone was wearing hoods over their heads, there were armed soldiers about and the place seemed...tense almost ominous. It was the kind of feeling he got running into Robotnik's base or places like Chemical Plant Zone. That something nasty was brewing on the surface. A feeling that no town or city should have.

Speeding past everyone had earned a very unexpected cry of sorts. "Demon! There's a demon!" Demons? This was even stranger to him than meeting his older counterpart that could TALK. His voice box was stunted so he couldn't actually talk but the problem would resolve himself once he turned 10 years old. A few years didn't look so bad though it'll suck if no one can read his charades well.

A tiny hand grabbed his nose surprising the little hedgehog that he nearly crashed into a dumpster when he skidded to a halt. Plucking the nose grabber wasn't as shocking as finding out who had done the deed. A little human baby with white hair and blue eyes had managed to hitch a ride on him. A baby boy in a blue onesie had hitchhiked a ride on the FASTEST thing alive.

'#$#!@ How the heck did you get on me?! You must have insane reflexes to grab me in mid-run!' Sonic thought looking at the baby. His brain halted upon spotting what was really odd about the infant. His right arm was blue with little red scales and had tiny blue claws! It was even glowing light blue through the cracks of each scale! 'Nevermind. You ain't no normal baby because human babies don't have an arm like that.' He thought with a deadpanned expression.

The baby merely babbling as he tried to grab Sonic's nose again though Sonic pulling the baby away from his prize. The child was giggling and all happy before he immediately began to cry strangely. The hedgehog easily catching onto the sound of what he could guess were soldiers behind him yet they were talking about a 'project Nero'. Sonic immediately looking at the baby or Nero in his hands and couldn't help the rage bubbling inside him. He pushed it down before cradling the child in his arms and breaking into a sprint.

'No way those jerks are getting ya little buddy! They're insane to think babies are some kind of science fair project! Time to ditch this crazy island!' Sonic thought as he began to steadily speed up. He needed enough speed to run across ocean surface and he didn't want to accelerate too quickly or he would end up hurting Nero. It was a good thing to know that city was an actual island so he had many places to go from there.

The hedgehog glimpsing a map about a port town that was the closest to Fortuna or the island he was on. A smile grew on his face as he saw what looked like a pier leading straight towards the wide open blue. Without hesitation, Sonic sped up further before using the pier as a ramp. Both hedgehog and baby flying high into the air as a blue streak of light amongst the starry sky.

Nero giggling happily at the sight before him and the rush of wind going by his form. 'Glad you like the wind as much as I do. Have zero clue on caring for a baby but I could find some way to take care of ya.' He thought with a smile before looking down to see they were getting closer to the water. Being quick he immediately began to run after touching the top gliding across the dark blue surface.

Finding land once more was a good feeling considering he had been running for quite a bit. Truth was that the hedgehog wasn't fully recovered after waking up in this new world. The effects were beginning to show as fatigue was starting to slowly wash over him. He rather not drown with a baby in his arms. Sonic sped up a bit more so he can at least reach the beach.

He could rest there with Nero for the night before picking up his search for answers tomorrow. The hedgehog quickly slowed down as he skidded off the water and into the soft beach sand though not without tumbling up a bit at the end. Seaweed had gotten tangled around his legs leading the blue blur to take a header though taking the brunt of the impact so Nero wouldn't.

Something hard hitting his head was the last thing he felt before falling to his side and vision going black. Yet for a short second, he felt saw something red and blue coming closer to him. Everything was whispers leading to silence.

"Are you sure that woman wasn't hallucinating on what she saw? Humans tend to easily be mislead." A cold male voice said with irritation. Two twin males with snow white hair and pale skin walked across the beach shores sand. One whose hair was slicked back, eyes verdant, dressed in black shirt, long blue coat embroidered in gold and blue katana being the only difference to his twin.

The other had his hair down, bright blue eyes and wore no shirt but a black shirt, red coat, and had a giant black broadsword on his back yet walked easily as if the blade weighed nothing. "Lady swore on her own mother about what she saw Verge. Something was travelling across the ocean. A blue blur faster than even you! She said it was heading towards this very beach." The male in red fired back.

"My name is Vergil. You know that so use it foolish brother. I don't know why you took her words or judgment to account so quickly Dante." Vergil growled back at his twin. "Says the guy who raised a giant tower in the middle of the city." Vergil was ready to stab his twin when a streak of blue grabbed their attention. It was coming from over the distance as it glided upon the watery surface.

It slowed down enough for both twins to see what it actually was: a small blue hedgehog in red running shoes. They didn't question the absurdity upon noticing the little guy tripping before rolling into a rock head first knocking the fella unconscious. The brothers running to inspect the injured animal who was nearly balled up into a perfect sphere.

"A demon nestling? No, the little guy doesn't feel like it yet he does have some odd energy. Yet there's something demonic on him." Dante spoke loosening the hedgehog's balled up form to uncover a sleeping Nero cuddled into the hedgehog's fur and stomach. Vergil's eyes widened upon the baby's demonic arm and the energy flowing from it.

Dante quickly catching onto who the baby actually was. An amused yet heartfelt grin growing on his face at the very conclusion he came to on Nero's identity. "Holy shit. The little fuzzball must have took all the impact so this little fella wouldn't. Never suspected ya to be the first to get laid without protection." Dante quipped only to earn a snarl from his brother.

Verdant eyes soften upon the sight of the infant before looking at the hedgehog that shielded his child from harm. 'The little furball is a mere nestling in age yet it's unfathomable for him to have that type of speed. If trained properly, this young creature will be a powerful force to be reckoned with. A worthy comrade and general." Vergil's devil hissed within the depths of his mind. Neither of them weren't blind to the massive potential the little hedgehog had.

"Vergil! Earth to Vergil!" Had snapped the young man out of his thoughts. He realized that he was cradling both his child AND the hedgehog in his arms. "Looks like someone's demonic maternal instincts decided to kick in. You snatched both the tykes and growled at me." Dante joked with a mischievous grin on his face. Vergil secured the two children into his left arm before pulling out his sword, the Yamato.

He brought the blade slicing a rift in the center of time and space revealing the interior of a shabby shop. He sheathed his sword while a blue spectral one stabbed into his laughing brother's chest. Dante recoiled from the sudden weight yet was still laughing as he followed his brother into the rift. He'll clean up the blood later. Teasing 'Mama Vergil' was more important.

After all, it isn't everyday that a little hedgehog who can run at supersonic speed across the ocean before crashing onto the beach with your older twin brother's baby with him. Or said brother instantly going into papa devil mode and growling at you for even trying to help take care of the unconscious tykes.

It was hilarious on how quick Vergil's personality just swapped because of his primal maternal instincts. The little hedgehog had a nasty bruise and cut on his head from hitting stone at how fast he was going earlier. Vergil threatening to stab his brother if Dante didn't get any bandages to wrap around the injury or any baby products for his son Nero which was the name on the tyke's onesie.

Yet, when Dante came back to seven lifeless stones on the counter of his desk as Vergil sat on the couch with a sleeping Nero nestled into a long silver black tail fast asleep coming from said brother's spine. The little hedgehog was on Vergil's lap while the older brother applied some ointment to the little guy's injury. The hedgehog wincing from the sting but not fighting back or even screaming in pain. "Looks like Sonic is quite the trooper. Despite being conked out, he ain't even letting out a whimper." Vergil gave his brother an odd look.

"Sonic?" The oldest asked in pure confusion. "Got to call him something until he wakes up. Since he was running across the ocean at Mach 1 speed, I thought the name Sonic suited the little guy. He must have some insane pain tolerance though. A bump to the head with your crappy homemade medicine would have me howling." Dante quipped as he handed the medical tape and bandages to his now growling brother.

"By the way, why are there a hunk of rocks on my desk?" The younger male pointed out casually picking up one of the stones. His eyes widened a bit upon detecting the small bit of peculiar energy hidden deep inside the stone. "It was on 'Sonic'. Hidden amongst his fur and quills when I went to inspect for any other injuries despite the absurdity. There is or was some intense power within all 7 of the stones. Something must have drained them dry except for a miniscule amount." Vergil explained giving his brother a serious look.

"Another mystery added about our fuzzy little guest until he wakes up. Glad you still follow the rules that I've set up after the 'recent' incident. 'No hoarding or using any items of potential magic or otherworldly power without Dante's knowledge.'" Dante joked before getting stabbed with another spectral sword in the stomach. The youngest twin had locked the jewels into a lockbox before stuffing them away. After treating both children, Vergil retired to his room upstairs.

Laid both Nero and Sonic down onto his bed before curling his warm body around them followed by his blanket. His demonic nature giving him the incentive to have both in his 'nest' and to keep watch of his 'young'. The thought had him let out an amused snort. Vergil rested his eyes and arms holding both kids near his chest before drifting off to sleep. It was the first night in years that his dreams weren't plagued by gruesome nightmares.

That's it! Kid Sonic basically babynapped Nero from Fortuna, ran across the ocean all the way over to the beach in Capulet before accidentally knocking himself out.

Sonic is like 5 years at the time during the events of Generations. This takes place after the events of Devil May Cry 3 but Dante didn't let Vergil fall into hell. Vergil is under 'Dante' arrest hence that rule until he can be trusted.

He isn't as distant since the events in later games didn't happen so expect this Vergil be a bit softer.

Plus neither of the brothers are blind to the potential our blue blur has and Vergil is going to take the initiative quicker than Dante. This Sonic is going to be OP as hell.

Until next time folks! Jambuhbye!

#sonicasura #crossover #devil may cry #sonic the hedgehog #sonic generations #devil may cry 3 #classic sonic #kid sonic #vergil #dante #vergil sparda #dante sparda #nero #nero angelo #nero sparda #baby nero #dmc #au #sons of sparda adopted sonic

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she-is-tim · 5 years

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P.S. I miss you | Elu Online friends AU | Ch.4

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3

It’s been since a month now that Eliott started to talk to this interesting boy on instagram. They get along well and it’s just a safe place for him to go back to when things are getting too much in his life. But january is here and he’s about to start at his new school. What he doesn’t expect is to bump into the person he’s been texting with. Suddenly Eliott’s life going upside down as he both tries to approach and avoid Lucas at the same time.

Side note: I tried to stick to one header pic, but I am just a sucker for making these, so... yeah

Just friends

Eliott was obviously expecting people asking questions about him and Lucas, but it still got him off guard when Daphné basically dragged him into the common room. When he finally realized what is happening, he was standing in front of four girls, three of them having sparks in their eyes, while the fourth one, Imane actually kept shooting him questioning looks. The tall boy wanted the ground to swallow him. It took him almost a minute to notice that Lucas was in there also, sitting on a table, eyes fixed on him and a smug little smile appearing on his face. Eliott felt his heart skip a beat. Was it even legal for a closeted gay boy to be this fucking flirtatious?

“So, details!” Daphné claimed, eyes wide and full of excitement, she even leant forward like she wouldn’t hear Eliott’s words otherwise. The boy looked at his friend for help, because he suddenly got really anxious from all the attention directed towards him.

“There are no details, Daphy.” Lucas talked, finally taking pity on the older boy, who now sighed in relief, slowly backing off from the girls and towards him. “We were hanging out, end of story.” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Yeah, since when are you hanging out with strangers and post pictures of them on your insta?” Imane asked, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms.

“I never said he’s a stranger.” Lucas replied, also raising his brows.

“How do you two know each other then?” Alexia asked now, dying to get some more information about them. Eliott decided to let the short boy handle the situation, so he just took his place next to him, leaning his hips against the table that he was sitting on.

“Through insta.” he shrugged. “It’s a long story and none of your business anyways.” he continued and scooted just a tiny bit closer to Eliott so his thighs were just next to his left hand. He wasn’t playing fair for sure.

“So you two are dating?” Daphné finally asked the question that was hanging in the air since Eliott arrived. He didn’t say a word, keeping him to his own decision that he’s going to let Lucas handle this, since these girls were his friends.

“We are just friends.” the short boy answered way too quickly and Eliott could feel his knees nudging his side softly. He looked at him, but he faced forward, staring at the girls in front of them, but a small smile was tugging on his lips.

“That’s true.” Eliott added now, turning his head to the girls too. “And we were just drinking and smoking yesterday, nothing special.” he said, trying to sound as nonchalant as he just could, but it wasn’t easy with the boy next to him slightly moving closer to him.

“Okay, cool.” Daphné breathed out, seemingly believing to the boys. “It would be a shame for us girls if the two hottest guy in the school would date each other.” she said smirking to which Imane shot her a disapproving look, while Emma and Alexia laughed.

“Are you dumb or what?” the muslim girl asked, still not believing the stupidity of her friend.

“What?” Daphné had sheer confusion on her face which now made the boys laugh too.

“You can’t say things like that.” Alexia answered between two giggles. “It’s not appropriate.”

“Why? I was being honest.” she mumbled, pouting at her friends sadly.

“It’s okay, Daphy. We get what you were trying to say.” Lucas said softly and hopped off the table. “I should get going now. You coming?” he looked at Eliott who was still leaning on the table.

“Yeah, sure.” he pushed himself forward, shooting a soft smile at the four girls. “See you later.” he said and followed the short one out of the common room.

When they were far enough, they started laughing. Both of them couldn’t hold it back anymore, because that was just the funniest thing ever. It took them minutes to stop, wiping off tears that spilled out from the heavy laughs and then they looked at each other. Eliott leaned to the lockers behind him, while Lucas was standing in front of him with a big smile on his face.

“That was fun.”

“More like awkward.” the tall boy sighed, but couldn’t stop smiling. “You have some really nosy friends.”

“They are girls, Eliott, of course they are nosy.” he smirked and stepped closer to him. Eliott felt butterflies in his stomach. “And even if they are my friends, they have no right to ask about us.”

“So there is us now?” he raised an eyebrow, trying to sound playful, but the look on the other’s face made his heart beat faster.

“There is always us, Eliott.” he almost whispered those words, taking another step forward, being dangerously close to him. He could feel his heartbeat thumping in his ears, making it impossible for him to hear anything, but it was fine, because Lucas was there in front of him. Time seemed to slow down as the short boy placed his hands on the lockers, caging Eliott and raised up on his tiptoes, leaning forward. The tall boy closed his eyes, parting his lips, being ready to be kissed, when the door next to them shot open with a loud bang, startling them out of their little bubble. Lucas smirked at him and just like nothing happened, he ran his fingers over Eliott’s arm while pulling back and walked away. “See you later.” he said over his shoulder and disappeared in the crowd of students.

It was lunch time and Eliott still couldn’t forget about that almost kiss this morning with Lucas. He tried so hard to forget about it, but his damn mind kept going back, replaying the scene in an endless loop. Just like always, he shared a table with Alex and his friends, but this time he didn’t even try to join their conversation. Not like he didn’t wanted to, but he knew that he would not be able to focus on anything these people say. Also he needed to force himself not to look up and search for a certain pair of blue eyes in the cafeteria.

He got startled when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. Luckily the others were in a deep conversation about something, probably Alex’s party this friday, because he could hear the words ‘hookup’ and ‘getting wasted’. He pulled the device out of his pocket and checked his messages. The amount of self control he had almost wasn’t enough to hold himself back from snapping his head up and look over to Lucas table. This boy is going to be the death of him.

lucallemant Not even a glance at me? I feel offended, sir

srodulv Can’t you just eat in peace?

lucallemant I’m not so hungry Well, not for food at least

Eliott couldn’t believe the audacity of this kid. And also couldn’t believe his own awkwardness. When did he become the shy, submissive one? He let out a sigh, trying to calm himself down and looked up, his eyes immediately finding those blue pools in the crowd. The self-satisfied smirk on Lucas’ face woke up the alpha inside the tall boy, washing away all the shyness and embarrassment he felt just a few seconds ago.

srodulv Well, I can’t let my sweet hedgehog starve, right?

lucallemant Are you going to the party on friday?

srodulv Depends

lucallemant On what?

Eliott can see the longing in the boy’s eyes as they lock eyes after each text. It’s intense and full of passion. A few weeks ago he was just a depressed pile on his own bed, holding onto his phone like his life depended on it and now he was here with the boy that helped him through his rough phase, basically having sex through eyecontact. A playful smirk creeped up on his face which got answered by wiggling eyebrows from the other boy.

srodulv Depends on how much you want me to go

When he read the message, Lucas head snapped up, a grumpy expression taking over his handsome face, making him look like an actual hedgehog. The tall boy winked at him, just for fun and he rolled his eyes in response. He looked down at his phone now, ready to type the answer, when Yann snatched the device from him with a disapproving look on his face, probably scolding his friend now for not joining their conversation. Eliott had to suppress a laugh and as he brought his gaze back to the table, he noticed that Alex is looking at him with a wide smirk on his face.

“So it is Lucas.” he says victoriously, like he just won something.

“Maybe.” he shrugs, but he can’t take off the happy smile that’s plastered to his face thanks to the short boy.

“He’s a nice kid.” Alex said and munched on a tomato slice. “And he is my friend, so don’t fuck this up, okay?” he added on a more serious tone and continued eating his salad.

“Don’t worry, I could never hurt him.” he said honestly, letting himself a glance towards the younger boy. He was trying to get his phone back from his best friend, while the others laughed at them. It was endearing to watch, especially after Lucas told him how lonely he feels at school. Only if he knew how many people cared for him.

Friday came fairly quickly. He didn’t talk much to Lucas since wednesday, not in person at least. They just couldn’t stop texting each other through the days, it was something that become part of their daily routine. Now he was sitting at the bus stop, waiting while smoking a cigarette. He promised Sofiane that he will join him in the Youth Center to hang out after school. His friend is going to leave to Morocco on saturday noon, so he used all the opportunities to hang out with him. He invited him to Alex’s party too, but he said that he will be busy finishing the packing for the trip, while Idriss happily agreed to go. At least he will have some emotional support, because he was sure he’s going to need it remembering that he will probably have to handle drunk Lucas in real life this time.

When his bus arrived, he put out the remains of his cigarette, throwing it into the trash and getting on. He walked to one of the back doors, grabbing the handlebar, letting other people to take the seats. He preferred to stand anyways, staring out the window as they passed through the busy streets of Paris. His pocket was buzzing once, twice, but he didn’t have time to check, needing to get off the vehicle. The Youth Center was not far from the stop and Sofiane was waiting for him outside. It was still cold, so they didn’t waste much time, getting inside immediately.

Eliott spent most of his time watching his friend dance to different types of music, showing off his amazing skills. He clapped every time a song came to an end, which Sofiane thanked with a bright smile. It was nice to spend some alone time with his friend and he definitely gonna miss him once he leaves, especially now that he is constantly on an emotional rollercoaster thanks to Lucas. Of course he still had Idriss, but he wasn’t really good at giving advice, especially when it came to dating.

When Sofiane was done with the practice, he took a shower. Eliott waited for him patiently, posting the picture he took on instagram. Since he revealed his face to Lucas, he decided to share his nice moments there, not to show it to people, but to let himself go back maybe years later and remember what he was doing on this day. After he finished with the uploading, he noticed that he had a few unread messages, so he opened his DMs and wasn’t even surprised to see Lucas’ username on the top.

lucallemant What should I wear tonight? Okay, you are ignoring me, that’s fine Instagram user srodulv, go fuck yourself

There was a ten minute difference between the first two messages, while the last one was sent just afew minutes ago, two hours after the others. Eliott couldn’t hold back a snort. His little hedgehog was so damn impatient, but that was one thing he liked in him.

srodulv You sure you want me to go fuck myself and not someone else?

He let out a soft laugh when the respond came in less than a minute later. His sweet boy was probably checking his phone instantly.

lucallemant Don’t you dare flirting with me now

srodulv Wear something tight You look good in blue

lucallemant I’m going to wear black Ready for your funeral

srodulv Ouch That hurt

lucallemant You deserved it

srodulv I am spending time with my friend, just so you know He’s leaving to Morocco tomorrow for a whole month

lucallemant Oh...

srodulv See you on the party tonight, you grumpy hedgehog ❤️

lucallemant Yeah, see you ❤️

“Are you talking to your boy?” Sofiane snapped him out of staring at his phone. He looked up to see his friend all dressed to his street clothes, bag in his hand, jacket on his shoulder, ready to leave.

“Yeah.” he answered and got up from the bench where he was sitting, both of them put on their jackets now, walking outside.

“How are things going with him?” his friend asked curiously.

“Well, he’s going to give me a heart attack sooner or later.” Eliott sighed and smiled at his friend, telling him about their time spent at his apartment, then the almost kiss at school the next morning. Sofiane listened carefully, sometimes nodding or flashing a little smirk, but he didn’t ask questions until he was done talking.

“Wow, that kid has no chill.” he laughed. “And you say he’s a closeted gay guy?” he asked which Eliott answered with a nod. “He’s either very bold or totally gone for you.” he added smirking, making his friend blush slightly.

“You think so?” Eliott asked, not being sure about Lucas’ intentions still. He wasn’t really experienced with boys and maybe he just saw the opportunity to have his first attempts with someone like Eliott. Someone that would do anything to kiss those cherry lips.

“I mean... I know nothing about being gay or anything, but believe me, love makes you do stupid things.” he explained and opened the door to their favorite coffee place now, letting his friend to walk in first. Eliott smiled softly as he entered the building, sitting down to their usual table.

They ordered coffee and cakes while talking about random things. Eliott tried to avoid thinking about Lucas or the upcoming party. Instead he kept asking his friend about the trip to Morocco, about his parents and what he’s going to do once he arrives. He was demanding pictures of course, since Eliott was an artist, he loved exotic countries and Sofiane had quite a talent in making beautiful pictures of landscapes.

Eliott just rolled his eyes when he saw the post Sofiane tagged him in. They were standing in the bus stop now, waiting for their ride home. The brunette still had time until the party even though they spent more than an hour at the coffee shop. It was just hard to get separated from Sofiane, since he was such a sunshne and always made him feel warm inside. But both of them had things to do and therefore separating was inevitable.

“You seriously had to post that picture?” he asked, glancing at his friend while he replied to Idriss’ idiot comment.

“Don’t you like it?” he raised his eyebrows. “I can finally share pictures of you on social media, because you are not hiding from that cute boy of yours. I wanted to use the opportunity to show off my best friend.” he said with a wide smile and bumped his shoulder to Eliott’s.

“Shut up.” said the other laughing, but he was actually flattered by the kind words.

Eliott’s bus arrived first and he got an annoyed growling from the driver, because he was hugging his friend for too long and the bus was still waiting. Sofiane gently shoved him towards the vehicle, so he got on, waving as they left the stop. It was horrible to think about how he’s not gonna be able to just call him or appear at his doorstep randomly when he’s not feeling well. Yes, he had Idriss and even Alex, but they weren’t the same. He knew Sofiane since a long time now, he was there when he discovered his mental illness, when he broke up with Lucille and fell deep into depression. He was helping him to get through the rough days while not forcing him to talk or do something he didn’t wanted to. It was hard to admit, but he was scared without Sofiane.

He arrived to Alex’s house a bit later than Idriss, so he just walked in, hugged their host when he greeted him in the hallway and decided to head towards the kitchen. He needed to drink something to down his fears. He was being like a pathetic child who’s crying after his mom in kindergarten. Sofiane won’t be away for long and they will keep in touch anyways.

When he steps into the kitchen, he is struck by the beauty of the boy called Lucas Lallemant. He is there with his friends, sharing what probably is a joint judging by its smell. He is wearing tight, black pants and a button up jean shirt, looking like an angel with his disheveled hair. Eliott blinks once, twice and he feels like the air got punched out of his lungs when the boy’s deep blue eyes find his, staring at him while he holds the joint between his lips lazily. He let out a thick cloud of smoke as he passed the blunt to his friends, not taking his eyes off Eliott. Thankfully the other three was too busy glancing at the dancing crowd in the living room, talking about hot girls.

Lucas now decided to hop up on the kitchen counter with a simple and smooth movement. He kept looking at Eliott, raising his eyebrows, challenging the tall boy to approach him and let’s be honest, he had no intentions to stay away, since he looked so charming just dangling his legs like a kid as he was sitting on the counter. His smile grew bigger when Eliott walked into the kitchen, nodding to the trio that was still rambling about girls.

“Hey.” he greeted them, which draw all of their attention to the tall boy. The blonde one, Arthur seemed to be a bit shocked and maybe even stunned by the presence of the older boy, while Yann flashed him a smile. Basile was just utterly confused and maybe a bit upset that someone interrupted their chick-talk.

“Hey, dude.” Yann said, reaching out his hand, which Eliott took gladly, shaking it. “Eliott, right?”

“Yeah, I guess you’ve heard of me.” he smiled and felt proud that Lucas’ best friend knew who he was, so this meant that he talked to his gang about him.

“Wait, are you the guy from Lucas’ insta?” Basile asked with sudden interest and his eyes widened. “Wow, you are fucking handsome.” he gasped, mouth agape and he let out an unpleasant whine when Arthur hit his side with his elbow. Eliott laughed.

“Baz, how about you shut up?” came a soft voice from behind the tall boy, it was a bit deep from all the smoking and Eliott just loved that. He turned around, flashing a charming smile at the short boy, who was still sitting on the counter, balancing his body on his hands behind him.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” the tall boy said with a playful smirk, enjoying the sparkles that appeared in Lucas’ ocean blue irises.

“Oh yeah?” he chimed, holding out his hands now, confusing Eliott for a second before he spoke again. “Give me that, Arthur.” he asked gently and the blonde one reached out his hand, passing the joint to the brunette now, who held it between his fingers carefully. “You know how to smoke, Eliott?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“Maybe.” Eliott answered, gladly participating in this little flirtatious game the other was playing. He could hear the gasp of Lucas’ friends behind him, but he couldn’t care less. When the boy waved his hand to him, he walked closer, stopping just a step away from him, his knees were slightly brushing Eliott’s sides.

“You wanna share this with me?” the short one asked playing with the joint in his hands. Eliott smiled, placing his hands on the counter, dangerously close to the boy’s thighs and leant forward. Their faces were in the same height like this, which was pretty intriguing.

“Sure.” he muttered, his ear slowly closed out the thumping of the music and the shocked noises that came from behind them.

No words needed Lucas took a long drag from the blunt, throwing the remains into the sink. He kept the smoke in as he leant forward, Eliott mirroring his movements until their foreheads touched. He felt a soft, warm hand grabbing the back of his head, deep blue eyes staring at him in anticipation. His heart was threatening to break out of his chest, splashing onto the other boy’s shirt in excitement. He gently parted his lips, which was more than enough for the short boy to make a move, blowing out the smoke for him to inhale. He closed his eyes, feeling his head going dizzy and not because of the weed. He let it to fill his mouth, hit him a little before he let it out too. He was glad that Lucas didn’t pull back, keeping their foreheads touching, still looking into his eyes with clear desire. As he swallowed, finally getting the bravery to move forward and kiss the boy, two girls crashed into the kitchen, right next to the boys, startling them out of their little bubble. Eliott started to think that the universe just won’t let them fucking kiss even once.

He felt his stomach churn when the gagging noises reached his ears, which came from the girl that had her head fully in the sink, while the other was helding her hair and scolding her for drinking so much. Eliott recognized the one that wasn’t puking, it was Chloé, the girl that interrupted their first interraction at the bus stop just a week ago. Before he could react, he felt a warm body slightly brushing to his as Lucas slipped off the counter, sliding his hands over Eliott’s stomach, just an inch away from his crotch as he walked to the living room, followed by his friends. The tall boy was standing there with a dumbfounded expression on his face, spinning around on his heels, searching the crowd for a crazy crown of hair and a pair of blue eyes, but he couldn’t find him. Meanwhile the unpleasant noises coming from the suffering girl seemed to never stop, just like the slight screams from the supporting friend.

After taking a few deep breaths, he left the kitchen, heading towards the exit. He felt like he have to leave before anything triggers him. The music was already too loud in his ears, his heartbeat wasn’t slowing down and his head was still spinning like a merry-go-round on steroids. The fresh air hit him like a truck, but it was much better than the smell of sweat, alcohol and smoke that was filling his lungs inside. He felt his knees going weak as he thought back about the moment he shared with Lucas in the kitchen.

He couldn’t remember how he got home, all of his memories was blurry, like he was drunk, but he had never been more sober. He hated his mental state and that he needed to leave instead of hunting down that beautiful boy to finally get the kiss he was deprived of twice so far. He knew it was because he kept forgetting to take his meds, that’s why things were affecting him so greatly, why his mood was swinging so often without any reason actually.

An hour passed by and he was laying on the couch like the disaster he was, still fighting down his anxiety. Sure, Eliott, that is what Lucas needs, a guy that freaks out after shotgunning and leaving the scene right away. Dream boyfriend. He sighed at his own thoughts and tried to push the negativity into the back of his head, when his phone was dinging, alerting him of a new message. He checked it and his heart melted when he saw the username.

lucallemant I can’t find you anywhere Is everything okay? Are you still at the party?

srodulv No, I had to come home I wasn’t feeling good

lucallemant Did I do something bad?

srodulv No, you did everything good

lucallemant You should have heard the boys, they were going crazy on me

srodulv That was definitely one outstanding coming out for sure

lucallemant Seems like I can’t control myself around you

srodulv Not like I have anything against that

lucallemant Too bad we got interrupted

srodulv Maybe next time we shouldn’t do things like that in public

lucallemant You know, I’m getting tired of waiting for you to ask me out on a date So I’ll do myself

Eliott could feel a bright smile making its appearance on his face as he read the latest messages.

srodulv Sounds good to me

lucallemant Sunday, 11h?

srodulv Perfect ❤️

lucallemant You jerk ❤️

Next time comes the first date of the boys! I hope all of you are prepared for it and I hope you liked this chapter. I tried to fill it as much shameless flirting as I just could! These boys have no chill whatsoever. Please make sure to leave a comment and feel free to ask me anything about the story here on tumblr. Bisou

#Skam France #Elu #Elu online friends AU #P.S. I miss you #Eliott Demaury #Lucas Lallemant #Eliott x Lucas #Le Gang

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fishdavidson · 4 years

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Dream Journal 2019-11-05: A Creepy Story Within A Story

Uncomfortable dreams are my favorite dreams to write about, because the built-in conflict tends to make things more narrative driven.

Dream Fragments

Starting off with the only non-creepy bit of dreaming, I am in some Australian hotel room attempting to navigate a polyamorous relationship. There was no actual polyamory involved "on-screen" but my subconscious spent the entirety of the segment screaming "THIS IS A POLYAMOROUS SITUATION; JUST ACT CASUAL." Whether I succeeded is up for debate, because I have no memory of anything significant happening.

The Main Dream: Retelling Creepypastas

I'm sitting in the shadow of a building downtown with one of my coworkers and her daughter. Judging from the adjacent buildings, I think I'm behind my town's Visitor Center. The daughter, whom I shall call L for privacy reasons, was listening to a scary story podcast while the three of us hung out and enjoyed the weather.

L asks if I like scary stories, and I'm like "Heck yeah!" She asks if I've heard of whatever podcast she's listening to, and although I don't remember its name right now, I am definitely familiar with it. "That show has two of the only scary stories that have legitimately given me anxiety," I say. L gives me a knowing smile.

"What are they about?" my coworker asks.

"Do you want me to tell her, or should you?" L asks me.

"You should probably do it," I say, and the perspective gets hazy as L begins to retell the stories. In the original dream, these two stories were told simultaneously and the perspective constantly shifted. Sometimes I was the main character, sometimes I was an observer to the main character, and sometimes I was just sitting on the loading dock listening to the story. But in the interest of clarity, I'm going to separate the stories and fix the perspective as if I was the main character since that was the most common POV in the dream.

Creepypasta No. 1 - Ill-Advised Words

Urban legends tell of a story that is so captivating, all those who hear it become stricken with wanderlust to find something else in the world that is as beautiful as this story. Word on the street is that someone found a few pages of that story tucked away in a book in our local library. Other people have found a similar pages elsewhere in the world, and they have been posted on the internet for people to read and hopefully find the rest of the missing pages so the story makes sense.

I know the girl that found the most recent pages. She gathered a group of us together in person to be the first people to read the missing pages along with what had already been posted. She found all of the missing pages, which bumped the length of the complete story up to about 10 pages. She started reading the story aloud from the beginning, and by the time she read the first new page, her eyes went glassy.

The other people I was with began walking in a straight line. I was overcome with emotion as well, and followed them. The words were so beautiful that it was clear to me that nothing could ever be its equal. Everything else in my life would be compared to that story and be found lacking. The overpowering awe from the words turned into something else: a compulsion to walk to the ocean.

For the record, the ocean is nowhere near my current location in the dream. This does not matter. We walk for days without ceasing. We must get to the ocean. Nothing else matters. Some of our number collapse from exhaustion. Another runs to a stream and drinks from it for so long that they forget how to breathe and suffocate in the water.

The rest of us reach the ocean. But we are not survivors. The story is like that parasite that infects crickets, driving them to water where they will drown so the parasitic larva can spread and breed. We are the crickets, and the only thing left for us to do is drown.

Creepypasta No. 2 - Devil's Drops

I run with a group of college students who study obscure topics. All of them are relatively wealthy and educated, and their goal is to bring the Silicon Valley startup mentality to things like spirituality and mysticism. Our startup incubator is a posh cabin surrounded by a cedar forest. Some of the guys found an old book that they believe contains the secret to practicing real magic. Not like Houdini or Copperfield illusions, but something older that involves manipulating unseen energies.

The guys aren't sure what they've found, but it certainly seems like it might be the precursor to practicing real magic. We aren't afraid of superstitions in ancient texts, so we throw ourselves into the work of translating ancient rituals into procedures that could easily reproduced and empirically quantified. Our best lead so far came from a book on demonology, and this sounds to an awake Fish Davidson like a surefire way to make something bad happen. Hubris makes sure we overlook these potential failure points on the road to commercializing magic.

We are practicing every day in a room with comfortable couches and big windows. One of our group makes a breakthrough during a practice session, and he has figured out how to make one side of a coin appear to be perfectly smooth. We make progress quickly after that, though the effects we are able to consistently achieve affect only very small areas. The largest area we can affect so far is about the size of an orange.

But this progress is not enough.

Another of our group does a deep dive back into our demonology books and finds a ritual that we previously wrote off as being purely superstitious. It's supposed to summon a demon or devil that can grant us power of higher understanding. With refined metal and extremely accurate measurements, we don't need to resort to human sacrifices to accomplish this ritual. Our most ambitious member, whom I shall call Chris, performs the ritual by himself.

Using a square of white plastic with an intricate etching of a circular pattern on it, Chris begins pouring a blue liquid into the center of the circle, one drop at a time. The fluid reaches the edge of the circle and stops as though it hit an invisible wall. Chris hears the voice of a powerful being beyond the veil appear outside. We all drop to the ground, because the ritual indicates that we are not to make eye contact with the devil lest our souls be taken from us. When Chris tells us that the voice has stopped, he has learned the secret to harvesting arcane knowledge that is beyond our mortal understanding. The creature that was summoned told Chris that it wants to help increase Chris's magical ability.

In hindsight, this is obviously a trap. But asleep Fish Davidson and all the other startup crew think this is a great opportunity. Chris teaches all of us the ritual he used to gain his understanding. We hear the voice that Chris did, and duck to make sure that none of us met the creature's eyes. Untold stores of knowledge are now within our grasp!

We hear tantalizing clues of knowledge in whispers just at the edge of our hearing, but there are so many individual voices that it is impossible to pick out anything of substance. The creature has fulfilled its promise to give us all the knowledge we could ever want, but it comes at us too fast for us to make sense of it. Instead of a gift, this is now something that is driving us mad. There is no more silence; only constant whispering. We can't sleep because of the tantalizing hints at more knowledge. This firehose of information is more than our mortal minds can bear.

The voice of the creature interrupts the din of the whispers just as we are reaching our breaking point. "I can make the whispers stop," it says. "You just have to post my summoning ritual on all of your social media platforms and convince someone else to summon me."

I am too weak to resist. The instructions go up on Facebook and Instagram and Tumblr. Please follow the instructions. Make the voices stop.

Please.

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Header Image is “Pain and Anguish” by Gary H

#dream journal #dreams #fishdavidson #creepypasta #devil #fragments #drowning #science #magic

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raendown · 5 years

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First story for the @naruto-rarepair-bingo. Today’s prompt: body swap!

Pairing: HashiramaMito Word count: 3742 Rated: T+ Summary: When one of his brother's half-finished experiments switches Hashirama in to his wife's body and her in to his, only Tobirama can help them both get back in to the right skin. Or he would if they could figure out where in the village he's disappeared to.

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A Mile In Your Shoes

“Oh. That doesn’t feel quite like I thought it would.” Hashirama stared down at his chest with both eyebrows raised and tried to figure out if he had enjoyed that sensation or not. For scientific purposes – brother would be so proud – he swatted at the heavy breast once more and watched the silk covered flesh jiggle.

“Husband,” Mito’s warning voice sounded a lot less terrifying when it was delivered in his own deep voice. When he looked up he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Was that what he looked like when he was trying to intimidate people? He supposed he understood now why some people had such a hard time taking him seriously.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I was just curious. The noises you make- I thought it would feel…nicer?”

“Can we discuss our bedroom activities another time? We need to figure out what happened. And how to reverse it. As much as I love your body I am not interested in keeping it as my own.”

His wife narrowed his own eyes at him and Hashirama bit his lip again.

At least this whole debacle was not his fault – for once. No, this time it had been his wife that picked up an innocuous looking sheet of paper only to have it ignite with a burst of chakra and before either of them could react they both found their consciousness shoved in to another body that was not their own. When they eventually found their way back to normal he was absolutely going to tease her for this. No retribution she might think up could possibly sway him from the opportunity to hang it over her head that she had been the purveyor of chaos for once, not him. It was simply too good to pass up.

For now though he could agree to focus on finding their way out of this situation. The whole reason they had entered Tobirama’s home in the first place was to find him and since it was his day off this seemed as good a place as any to start looking. Neither of them could have been expected to guess that the papers so messily strewn across the kotatsu would be so dangerous. Or active. Apparently he was not home, however, or else he most certainly would have come running out of whatever corner he had buried himself in to chastise them for touching his things again.

Hashirama wasn’t entirely sure why Mito insisted that no one should know of their predicament. If this body was good enough for her then it was good enough for him, he was far from ashamed to borrow it and he had already mentally sworn not to damage it. But if it made his beloved wife more comfortable then surely it wouldn’t cause too much trouble for them to conceal this odd little adventure from anyone outside of themselves and the one man who might help them fix it.

Of course, those were the intentions they headed out with when they stepped outside the house and headed for the next first place they thought Tobirama might be. Problems cropped up immediately when Mito turned her head and looked down at Hashirama waddling around in her own body.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. “You’re making me look like a duck with three left feet. Walk properly!”

“But this is how I always walk!” Hashirama paused and looked down at himself in confusion.

“Have a little dignity. My walk is much more proper. The way you walk is fine for a man but right now you are not a man. Try to step more lightly, shorten your stride, and for the love of the sea please straighten my shoulders.” The pained look in his own eyes encouraged Hashirama to at least try to follow her directions.

After pausing to take stock of the body he was currently inhabiting and stepping out to try again he sighed, his voice coming out as a low whine he had never heard from her tone before. “This is hard.”

“Well of course it is,” Mito replied in a tone much more patient now that she could see he was trying. “Women carry their center of balance much differently than men.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

“It’s the hips. You don’t have to worry about pushing anything out from between your hips.”

“Ah.” Hashirama dropped the subject with a shudder. Childbirth was natural and beautiful – but only when it was happening to someone else and he didn’t have to imagine it happening to himself. The possibility seemed all too realistic while he was trapped in this body and he really didn’t want to think about that.

It took a while but eventually Mito was able to coach him in to at least a passable approximation of her graceful walk. Taking such tiny steps was actually quite frustrating and it gave him the impression that he wasn’t getting anywhere but it made her feel better so he soldiered on like a good husband and tottered down the street while they worked on the next challenge: apparently he smiled too much. And conversely she didn’t smile enough.

Seeing his own smile and knowing that underneath it Mito was fairly burning with embarrassment to act so ‘frivolous and whimsical’ made it very difficult to keep his own expression calm and poised as she would have were they each wearing their own skin. Hashirama was wary of biting his tongue since it was actually her tongue and he didn’t want her to be sore when they switched back but he didn’t know what else to do. Clenching his fists would only make it look like his wife was angry and on the war path again. He didn’t want to frighten any of the innocent citizens passing them by.

When they arrived at the Tower only to have a passing file clerk inform them that Tobirama hadn’t been seen all day Hashirama looked over to see one of his own eyes twitching in a way that looked less threatening on him and more like he was battling a loose eyelash. Before his wife could show the world what it looked like when “Senju Hashirama” lost his temper he laid a hand on her arm and cleared his throat, preparing to do the best impression work of his life.

“Thank you Tora-kun. Should you happen to see him please ask him to find us. Good day.” Whether or not he did a good job at imitating Mito’s poise – and he thought he did fairly well – it was best to make their exit before anything else could be said.

“Of course Mito-sama, Hokage-sama.” The clerk bowed to each of them and respectfully stepped away to pass the word on.

Hashirama steered his wife away as she so often did for him, one gentle hand on his own arm and the other trying to form that stately wave he always saw her do. A few murmured words served as a proper farewell, although he winced when he remembered that Mito never mumbled, but they were back outside a few moments later and from the distracted look on the face beside him he was fairly sure his wife hadn’t even noticed that part. Strange, considering she usually noticed everything.

Blinking around himself as they walked along to the next place on the metaphorical list, Hashirama made a point of really looking for the first time.

“Wow,” he breathed. “I never realized…” Mito paused the incoming temper tantrum in favor of curiosity.

“Never realized what?”

“You can see so much better than I can. Everything is in so much detail from so far away! I…never realized that my eyes were getting so bad. Do you think I should start wearing glasses?” He looked up at her with a pout that cleared when he saw her frowning at his lips.

Once he had shuffled his face around in to a more proper expression Mito hummed thoughtfully. “I think glasses would suit you very well. Now that you mention it, however, I believe you are correct. I can usually read the market signs from here. Do not say a thing about this to your brother when we see him, not until after we have been returned to ourselves. This has gone on long enough already and I refuse to be trapped in this form for any longer than necessary by a beast who thinks only of his experiments.”

“Tobi isn’t a beast,” Hashirama protested mildly.

“And do not call him Tobi while you wear my lips.”

It was a close call but Hashirama managed not to break out in to a fit of giggles. He could only imagine the revenge she would seek if he did something so unsightly in her body while they were still in the public eye. When they set off towards the training fields he had to remind himself to step lightly and not lumber along as he usually would.

Thankfully the paths to the training fields were empty but when they arrived Tobirama did not appear to be using any of them. Both of them were slowly running out of places to look. After making sure he wasn’t bothering the gate guards again and peeking in on Touka there really wasn’t anywhere else obvious to look except his laboratory – which, to be fair, should have been the first place they checked. Yet that too yielded no results. Once they made sure that the building was sealed behind them to prevent any dangerous accidents Hashirama crossed his arms with a befuddled look.

“Has he disappeared in to thin air?” he wondered out loud. The possibility was one that used to wake him from recurring nightmares when Tobirama first revealed his work on the hiraishin. Sometimes it still did.

“Of course not,” Mito replied waspishly. He didn’t like his own voice when it was angry, he decided. “He has to be somewhere. Where else can we look? Somewhere that we wouldn’t expect him to be.”

“Maybe he took his students out to eat somewhere? He does that sometimes, I think.”

“Husband, you are a genius.” Mito turned to him with shining eyes that certainly did not suit her but he let that go by without comment and reveled in her praise. It wasn’t often someone called him a genius. He wasn’t stupid by any means but it was hard to shine brighter than Tobirama in the mental arts, harder still since the Nara had joined the village.

Together they turned back towards the village center. By the time they had marched up and down to peek their noses in to what felt like every restaurant in the whole country Hashirama was pretty sure he would be walking like this for the rest of his life, steps tiny and shoulders straight, expression demure for fear of one eyebrow out of place angering the man-trapped-woman at his side. At least watching Mito force herself to relax enough to lumber along like he usually did was enough entertainment to keep his mind away from how badly his feet hurt. How did she stand walking in these terrible shoes?

“I don’t get it. He has to be somewhere!” Ironically they had run in to Tobirama’s students eventually but he hadn’t been with them. None of them had seen him all day.

“Perhaps there is someone else we can ask,” Mito’s suggestion had Hashirama perking up with excitement only to force himself back down from where he’d been about to leap in to the air with a whoop of excitement.

“That’s it! Madara was supposed to be working on the rotation schedules with him for the new ANBU recruits. Maybe Tobi said something to him!”

Mito didn’t seem to enjoy his idea judging by the look of extreme apathy he could see stamped all over his own face. Which was weird. He was pretty sure he’d never look so unenthused by anything before in his life but hopefully he would never have to see it again. If the gods were inclined to smile on him then Madara would have at least some inkling of where they could go looking for his missing brother and solve this out of body experience.

Luckily his wife did not try to stop him, willing by now to try almost anything if it would get them both back to the skins they were supposed to be occupying. Hashirama led them both away from the marketplace towards the Uchiha district. When they arrived she insisted on walking ahead of him while he murmured directions in her ear since it would look strange to any onlookers if their clan head’s best friend needed his wife to show him the way. Hashirama agreed that such an anomaly would make it obvious something was off, although he was still of the private opinion that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for other people to know what was happening. It wasn’t like they were the first people to ever get caught up in the mad consequences of his brother’s experiments.

When they arrived Hashirama looked up and down the street to make sure no one was watching before barging right in without knocking. Madara was his best friend; he hadn’t knocked on the other man’s door since the village was built and they’d finally had a chance to pick up where they left off at the river so long ago.

Unfortunately it seemed like he might have to rethink this particular habit.

Neither Madara nor Tobirama seemed able to do more than stare at him in shocked horror – which was fine since Hashirama wasn’t able to do more than the same. He was having a difficult time processing the sight of them with half their clothes removed and their limbs so tangled it was hard to tell what belonged to who. Oddly, Tobirama seemed more inclined to stare at Mito than him. For some reason that incensed him.

“What in chakra’s name is going on here!?” he demanded.

“The hell’s it look like, witch?” Madara turned to sneer at him and Hashirama gasped.

“Don’t you sneer at me, young man! Unhand my brother!”

That certainly caught the man’s attention. Madara recoiled in confusion. “Your brother? This is his brother!”

“And that’s me!” Hashirama shouted with a stamp of his foot. “So keep your paws to yourself! How dare you sneak around behind my back like this?!”

In his anger he missed the way Tobirama’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he straightened, uncaring for the swathes of pale skin exposed by his open clothing. When he spoke his voice was low and warning and still Hashirama was too distracted to notice. “Brother. Mito. Have you been playing in my things again?”

“Maybe you should keep your house clean,” he huffed. “All she did was touch one paper and poof!”

“You’re the she,” Madara pointed out, visibly even more confused.

“No I’m the he! He’s the she! Or the…that’s not me! I’m me! UGH, Tobi can you please just fix this? I’m tired of having breasts, they’re heavy!”

A yelp escaped him when Tobirama stood up completely, both hands coming up to cover his eyes and prevent him from seeing things he really didn’t need to see. When he peeked through his fingers Madara was looking back and forth between the oddly animated body of Mito and the worryingly quiet body of Hashirama, confused and suspicious but clearly not having reached the ultimate conclusion yet. Tobirama cleared the matter up rather nicely by striding across the room to crash his first down on ‘Mito’s’ head.

“What is wrong with you? How many times must I tell you not to touch anything of mine if you don’t know what it is?”

“It wasn’t me!” Hashirama protested.

Tobirama snorted with disbelief – well-earned but unfair considering this time it was the truth – then stormed out of the room only to come back a moment later with ink and paper. “I’ll reverse this only because I can’t be bothered to deal with it any more than I have to but both of you are getting removed from my wards, damn it. That seal was experimental! It wasn’t finished! You’re lucky I don’t make you stay this way so I can run tests on the results!”

Shuddering with horror at the very thought, Hashirama did his best not to squirm as they all waited for Tobirama to draw out the seal that would send everyone back in to the body they were meant to occupy. Mito helped by sending him sharp looks each time he began to fiddle with her perfectly manicured nails – which, he discovered as he fiddled when she wasn’t looking, were fake. If they had a moment after this was over he very much hoped he remembered to ask what they were made out of. If he had fake nails then he could chew his real ones without Tobirama badgering him about looking professional.

“Alright, this should do.” At last his brother stood up to blow gently on the paper he had covered in ink. “I want you to pay very close attention to how it feels to revert back because I’m going to need you to describe it to me in detail.”

“What if it hurts?” Hashirama pouted.

“I certainly hope so,” Tobirama said callously.

With no further ado he tossed the seal down on the table and waved for both of them to touch it. Hashirama made sure to send him the most betrayed expression he could muster up when he still wasn’t wearing his own face, uncertain how well it worked. Mito wasn’t exactly used to people doing anything other than precisely what she wanted them to.

For almost a full second after he touched the seal Hashirama thought perhaps it had been drawn incorrectly since nothing seemed to be happening – and then something happened. It felt like being physically pulled out of his own body inch by inch and stuffed back in to another that at least fit better. Having experienced this same feeling earlier Hashirama turned to make sure his wife was okay as soon as he was able to figure out how to communicate with his hands again.

It felt incredible to be back in the right shape, to see the world from the right height and look down instead of up when he spoke to people. Mito was obviously used to it so it wasn’t that it hurt his neck or anything but it certainly had been annoying. He did briefly mourn the lack of clarity in the world, though. A visit to the optometrist was certainly due soon.

“That feels…much better,” Mito said quietly. Hashirama nodded in agreement.

“You know I love every part of you, my dear, but I prefer not to be a part of it all myself. Experiencing you from the outside is quite enough.” He chuckled easily, though the sound faded off in to a squeak when he saw the expression on his brother’s face. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Am I smiling? Tobirama asked.

“Well, no, I suppose not. You’re just…showing me your teeth. It’s really creepy and you look like an animal about to go hunt its prey and I don’t like it.”

His worry increased as that feral expression grew wider until his brother told him very softly, “Run.”

Snatching his wife by the hand, Hashirama did just that. It was a joy to be able to run with his own legs – although he did not appreciate the way his feet seemed determined to take smaller steps and his brain kept reminding him to have a little dignity. What good would dignity do him if Tobirama caught up to them and exacted revenge for what he clearly saw as a terrible violation of privacy? It wasn’t like they had meant to do anything to his precious research!

Only when they had fled nearly halfway across the village did Mito finally pull him to a stop, windswept and visibly disgruntled by it. Hashirama cringed and frantically tried to help straighten her hair.

“Stop. Have you failed to notice that we are not being pursued?”

“Eh? Oh, I suppose we’re not. That’s weird. Well why did he tell us to run then?” Mito lifted one eyebrow as though he were supposed to be making some sort of connection. “I don’t get it. What? Stop looking at me like that!”

“When was the last time he fixed a problem that you created with so little fuss without at least letting you suffer for a little while first?”

That eyebrow stayed up and Hashirama pursed his lips. He could practically feel it judging him for not picking up on what she was trying to say fast enough. And then finally the pieces clicked. “Oh. Oooh. Ew! He just wanted us gone so he and Madara could go back to – no! That isn’t allowed!” He spun on his heel with every intention of marching back towards the Uchiha district but Mito caught him by the collar and pulled him up short.

“Do you really want to walk in on that twice?” she asked.

“Ah. You’re right.” His arms crossed petulantly. “That’s all I’m going to be able to think about now.”

Mito finally lowered her judgmental eyebrow and pressed close to him, pulling him further along the deserted path they had been fleeing down before they stopped. “I’m sure I can find something else to occupy your thoughts.”

“Oh?”

“I noticed several parts of you that were deliciously sensitive when I was trapped in there and I would very much like to take advantage of that knowledge.” Her words were casual but the salacious wink afterwards, the vixen side of her only he ever got to see, that was all he needed to cast all other thoughts out of his mind in favor of what she offered.

“Darling, you can take advantage of me anytime,” he said.

His wife gave him a wicked look, traipsing away up the path, and Hashirama scrambled to follow after. Of course the possibilities occurred to him only now when it was too late. Scurrying after Mito, he wondered if Tobirama would be willing to show him how that seal worked whenever he managed to perfect it.

Doing a few experiments of his own suddenly sounded like a great deal of fun.

#rae writes #rarepairbingo2019 #hashimito #hashirama #mito #madara #tobirama #board a #body swap #fanfiction

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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My ideal headcanon jobs for Dick and Jason in an AU where they’re allowed to get along:

Dick floats the idea of being a cop one night when he’s hanging out with Jason at his place and Jason throws War and Peace at him. He doesn’t normally like to use his books as projectiles, but the situation was dire, and Tolstoy’s the heaviest thing he owns.

When they wake up the next day Dick rubs his head and picks War and Peace up off the floor. “Did you throw your book at me?”

Jason just huffs. “You deserved it. You said hey what if I was a cop, and then you snort giggled. Literally how the fuck have you convinced the world you are this epitome of attractiveness, I would like to know.”

Dick frowns. “Wow, how drunk was I?”

And that’s the end of that nonsense.

Instead, the two of them open a privately funded rec center.

Dick teaches gymnastics and Jason teaches self-defense. Cass occasionally drops by and wipes the floor with both of them, earning the enamored awe of all their students. She vastly enjoys her rep as their hot teachers’ Mysterious Sister, and subtly encourages the increasingly wild and out there rumors and stories the kids come up with about her. She finds them very imaginative. Meanwhile Duke and Damian come by after school and sit on the sides critiquing and judging their older brothers’ forms and techniques mercilessly for their own entertainment.

Tim finally sulks in after he leaves the office every day and flashes them all the scowl he inherited/copied from Bruce, griping about how he’s the only adult out of the whole bunch of them, and it wouldn’t kill the rest of them to pitch in at the offices occasionally. His siblings all roll their eyes cuz he actually just runs the R&D department at Wayne Enterprises, and he only does it because he gets to play with all the cool toys AND wield the ‘I am the only adult among you, ph34r my responsibleness’ card like a blunt weapon. If they did ever show up at his office and attempt to ‘pitch in,’ that effort would be doomed to result in him yelling NO NOT LIKE THAT and then redoing it all himself anyway while griping about the herd of elephants making even MORE work for him, like he didn’t have enough already.

Dick just laughs and puts Tim in a headlock, giving him a noogie and ignoring the fact his little brother’s wearing a several thousand dollar suit and has a several hundred dollar haircut. “Aww, its okay Timbo, you can just admit you’re here cuz you didn’t wanna feel left out.”

Jason takes advantage of the moment to yank down Tim’s pants in front of the whole room, cuz he’s five. Tim wears Superboy themed merchandise, because Jason absolutely spends months preparing for such an opportunity by conspiring with Tim’s boyfriend Kon-El and having the latter guilt trip Tim into wearing Kon’s merchandise because That’s Love, Babe. Jason may be permanently five, but he’s also a literal criminal mastermind.

Damian has his phone out and recording before Jason’s even finished grabbing ahold of Tim’s pants. League of Assassins honed reflexes for the win.

Jason yanks Dick’s pants down then too, for good measure. It’s the principle of the matter. Dick’s wearing brightly colored Batman emoji themed underwear. Not because of any advance machinations on his brothers’ parts, but just because he’s Dick and he’s like that. Who wears sexy underwear when they can wear hilarious underwear instead? His mind is so galaxy brain.

Tim yanks his pants back up, judo hurls Jason over his shoulder cuz He Deserves It and vows murder, mayhem and dire retribution as he chases down Damian and his phone. Not that it does any good. League of Assassin reflexes. Damian’s already hit send to everyone on his contacts list, which includes the entirety of the Justice League, the Titans, and a number of Gotham’s rogues Damian texts with regularly, as he finds them to be more stimulating conversation partners than those buffoons his father forces him to go to school with in the name of the farce he calls Proper Appearances. Plus, texting with Poison Ivy at the dinner table gives Bruce an eye twitch, and Damian had to find SOME version of teenage rebellion that Dick, Jason and Tim hadn’t already covered between the three of them. Luckily, he enjoys a challenge.

The rec center is too small to contain two Batbrothers’ version of Escape and Evade for long, and it soon spills out into the street and down the block. Duke hurries after them. Now HIS phone is out and recording. Damian’s not supposed to be using evasion techniques of that caliber in his civilian persona, and Tim’s Superboy underwear is still showing. Blackmail material on two brothers for the price of one. Score. Duke’s all about that efficiency.

And there was never any point in staying behind to try and catch Dick’s drawers on Candid Camera. Dick’s immune to blackmail attempts. It’s not Older Brother Privilege, its just that Dick lacks the gene that makes normal people feel things like shame. He doesn’t even bother pulling his pants back up, just kicks them the rest of the way off and goes back to teaching his class in just his sneakers, tank top, and Batman emoji boxers.

His class doesn’t find this in any way strange. He’s taught them well.

Cass is drafting an email on her phone, her face set in a stern frown as she glares down at the screen. The subject line reads: Why Don’t I Have Sisters. There’s no question mark, just the sub-header: Fix this.

Her current email is number 118 in the email chain under that subject line. She pulls out the all caps. Cass is known for her patience, but this is just getting ridiculous.

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vaspider · 6 years

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Why do you call yourself butch, a wlw term, if the person you're married to isn't even a woman

Seriously, do you even read people’s about sections, or are you too busy making fake accounts to bypass the fact that I have anon turned off?

See, my about says: No, butch is not a “lesbian-exclusive term”, please read this and all the links in it and this. I see how you used ‘wlw’ to try to sidestep the whole ‘lesbian-exclusive thing, but, amazingly…

My spouse’s gender is irrelevant to my identity. Just like I do not cease to be bisexual based on the gender of my partner(s) – because I am also polyamorous – I do not cease to be butch based on who I am involved with. My gender identity and gender expression are inherent to me, not dependent upon my partners. So that’s one (1) count of deliberate and malicious biphobia in this ask. It is also one (1) count of deliberate and malicious transphobia, because “non-binary butch” is my fucking gender identity, which is not dependent on any other person, you fucking cabbage.

Even if my spouse’s gender were relevant to my gender identity and gender expression, @dadhoc is genderfluid. The pronoun patch on their jacket reads he/they/she, emphasis mine.Their gender identity is not fixed, and as a genderfluid person, their gender identity inherently includes ‘woman.’ So that’s one (1) of deliberate and malicious misgendering in this post.

Using a fake blog to get around the fact that I have anon turned off is gross. That’s one (1) count of deliberate and malicious bypassing of my clearly-expressed boundaries in this ask.

BUTCH IS NOT AN EXCLUSIVELY LESBIAN WLW TERM. Go watch an episode of Pose, or read up on Polari, or read any damn thing about ball culture, or just read the links that I handily provide in my header. So that’s one (1) count of deliberate and gross erasure of LGBTQ+ history, especially TPOC and QPOC history, as ball culture is heavily TPOC/TWOC/QPOC centered, in this ask.

Y’all have no idea how many of these asks I throw away on a regular basis.

Stop. Stop using fake blogs to bypass someone not having anon on. Stop misgendering people to try to score points. Stop trying to erase queer/LGBTQ+ culture and history because a bunch of TERFs on Tumblr started this bullshit that ‘butch belongs to lesbians,’ which has now morphed into ‘butch belongs to wlw, but not you, bisexual person with a partner who we think is the wrong gender’.

Your behavior is disgusting. Fuck off.

#block pile #bye bye #butch #anonyanonlove

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pixelgrotto · 5 years

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The horrific Resident Evil playthrough, finale

Approximately one year ago I began the somewhat mad quest to shove as much Resident Evil into my brain as quickly as possible. I blazed through thirteen games, a handful of spin-offs, and as much supplementary material I could get my hands on. I chronicled my thoughts each step of the way via posts here, on Twitter and in a massive ResetERA thread where a lot of good people gave me advice on how to proceed with the series. Not all of the stuff I experienced was great (those Paul W.S. Anderson movies come to mind), and sometimes this massive undertaking felt like work, but now that I’ve come to the end, I can say that it was worth it, because it’s quite the feeling to bring yourself from having zero knowledge of something to morphing into a Wiki-reading fiend in just a year. At this time in 2018, I had only the barest notion of what this series was about and who characters like Jill Valentine or Leon Kennedy were. Now, I could probably write a pretty heated Twitter thread about how Jill needs to be brought back to the forefront of the series not just with a remake of Resident Evil 3, but with an entirely new game, because she’s been sidelined for years despite being the central figure in promotional material like the fancy artwork that I’ve posted above! Ahem.

My initial desire to become more familiar with Resident Evil has been part of a larger push in recent years to consume more horror media, mostly because as I get older I find myself increasingly attracted to eerie stories that I was too much of a weenie to dive into when I was younger. Some of it probably has to do with the fact that as an adult I now find stuff like health concerns, existential dread and paying taxes to be more horrifying than things that go bump in the night, but part of it is also because that even as a scaredy cat kid, I was always kinda intrigued by macabre stuff like Resident Evil, even if I couldn’t bring myself to play through the games.

Now that I’ve plowed through the franchise, I wish I could go back and whisper to my younger self that aside from the first game, RE7 and perhaps bits and pieces of both versions of RE2...Resident Evil isn’t all that frightening. The series does have its jump scares and gore, but it quickly crosses genres into the realm of action, and even in its more tense entries, Resident Evil stays dripping with a fine dollop of cheese, either through B-movie dialogue or moments when the main characters wink at the camera and suddenly take a zombie to suplex city. Action, comedy and horror are unusual but frequent bedfellows, I’ve learned, and with RE embodying all three of these genres, translating them to the realm of electronic entertainment via a format emphasizing survival, it’s only appropriate that this is the franchise that has come to serve as the face of spooky thrills in the video game world.

Resident Evil’s also in a very good place at this moment in time. RE2Make has gotten well-deserved praise from just about everyone who’s played it, and after a moment where it looked like Capcom was going to tilt the mattress and upset the delicately placed bedfellows - emphasizing action and over-the-top comedy more than horror - now it appears that the devs have gotten their heads straight and maintained the balance once more. There’s still room for improvement and careful experimentation though. As the series forges ahead into the 2020s, I hope that Capcom doesn’t get drunk off of RE2Make’s success, milking its formula to exhaustion. I want at least another mainline game to utilize the first-person perspective of Resident Evil 7, which worked better than I ever would’ve imagined, and I’d also like to see the Revelations sub-series, which was supposed to focus on stories that took place in between the main games, continue - in spirit if not in name. (A Revelations 3 or similar spin-off with fixed camera angles - perhaps in a mid-tier budget point ‘n click style a la Detention - would be something that I’d love, though Capcom probably will never go in that direction.) Finally, I’d like Resident Evil to remember that it had fabulous female representation in its earlier entries. The later titles have mostly had male protagonists front and center, which directly reinforces the trope that it’s okay for survival horror games to star the “must be protected” ladies, but anything action-orientated should star dudes so that male players can have their power fantasy trip. This can easily be fixed by doing what I said in the first paragraph - bring the queen Jill Valentine back.

Finally, because these sorts of franchise reflections are never complete without a good ol’ fashioned list... Here’s how I’d rank the mainline games, complete with a snappy sentence or two for each.

Resident Evil REmake - Because if I had to recommend just ONE game for someone to get a decent idea of this series’ mechanics and themes, it would be this one.

Resident Evil 4 - It’s survival action instead of survival horror, but when the gameplay’s this good, can you really complain?

Resident Evil 2 - Over 20 years old and still a thrilling experience. The epitome of the fixed camera angle games.

Resident Evil 7 - I was afraid that the change to a first-person perspective would alienate me, but I beat this game in two days and couldn’t put it down.

Resident Evil RE2make - Almost as good as the original, and a great sign of the franchise’s future.

Resident Evil Revelations 2 - Worth playing for the return of Barry Burton and the moving story alone, which is basically about fathers and daughters, loss and acceptance.

Resident Evil 1 - The OG that started it all. A little clunky to play in this day and age, but the magic’s still there.

Resident Evil 6 - The equivalent of an overstuffed exploding cake, RE6 is excessive as hell and sometimes infuriating...but one thing you could never call it is boring.

Resident Evil 5 - A solid series entry about Chris Redfield punching boulders in Africa, this one’s excellent if you play it co-op. Solo, a little less excellent.

Resident Evil Zero - RE probably didn’t need this prequel showing what Rebecca Chambers was doing on the night before she got stuck in Spencer Mansion, but good chemistry between the main characters makes it worth experiencing.

Resident Evil 3: Nemesis - A lot of folks love this one, but IMO it feels less noteworthy than RE2 and RE1, probably because it was originally designed as a spin-off. I rank it low but am eager to see how a RE3make could boost it.

Resident Evil Revelations - Jill Valentine’s in a wetsuit that clings to her booty this whole game and she hangs out with a partner who looks like Russell Crowe. Aside from that, Revelations is fine but kinda forgettable.

Resident Evil: Code Veronica - The only RE that truly annoyed me with backtracking and some cheap bosses, Code Veronica is technically still an okay game. But Steve Burnside is a garbage character.

Thus, we bring the horrific, 2018-2019 Pixel Grotto Resident Evil playthrough to a gentle finish. *Cue relaxing save room theme here.* It’s been fun, ladies and gents. I need to rest up a bit and try some other games that aren’t survival horror for a while. But I like the idea of doing more series playthroughs in the future...

And I think Silent Hill might be a good choice for the next one.

The header artwork is a textless version of the radical Biohazard 20th Anniversary poster that Capcom put out in 2016.

#pixel grotto #now playing #video games #resident evil #biohazard

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monarch-boo · 5 years

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talking for a really long time about how i ripped the model

could be used as a tutorial maybe, unless this is a mess to read, which it probably is

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ok so why is it a pain in the ass you ask? well there might be a faster method to doing what i'm doing but i haven't found it, this is the fastest method i have figured out

starts out simple enough, extract the character's model as .odd with OpenIV, go into 3ds max and then on the openformats tab hit 'import single' under the .odd header and grab the .odd i exported, wait a bit for it to finish, then run the xnalara script by mario_kart64n (i partially use that because i'm intending to put these in xnalara in the first place but also because things like fbx or dae result in messy looking skeletons for some reason, while the .mesh.ascii exported with the script keeps it neat) and hit export and put a name and location, then wait a bit for that to run (i get some error messages but i disregard them because it seems to export fine regardless and i haven't had any problems)

but for characters with their cutscene models at least (i haven’t checked out their in-game ones and i don’t plan to) every. separate. piece. has it’s own skeleton (when i say "piece" i mean the things that are actually meant to be separated, the things that you see as separate parts in the model viewer of OpenIV or SparkIV. that distinction is important for a reason that i'll get into in a bit). well thankfully not actually separate armatures if that makes sense, it's still all part of one armature, it's just that every part has it's own entire body's worth of bones. it doesn’t automatically merge these upon importing or anything, it actually just tacks (###) onto the end, a unique 3, sometimes 4, digit number for each duplicate of the bone. so like let's give a random example in regards to like... tony in his suit or something. his hands are not parented to the same arm bones as his sleeves are weighted to. for example if i try to move the clavicle bones, which should, in a model with a clean skeleton, move the entire arm, the sleeve moves with "Char_L_Clavicle(404)" whereas the hand moves with "Char_L_Clavicle(494)". every piece of the model just has it's own entire skeleton's worth of duplicate bones.

my way to fix this (yes, it has to be this way, because none of the other model programs i have are able to just merge bones on a whim like this, xnalara kind of has a way but it's a bit tricky for me so this is actually the easier route) is to: 1. take that .mesh.ascii i exported 2. export THAT as a .pmx (i import the .mesh.ascii file into blender then immediately export it to pmx with pymeshio, without touching/deselecting/moving/resizing anything of the imported .mesh.ascii. for some reason if you alter the model in any way then exporting to pmx winds up moving every bone to where the mother bone would be in mmd? like in the center of the floor y'know. but if you just export the fresh unaltered .mesh.ascii import as pmx it keeps the bones intact) 3. put it into pmx editor and go through the easy yet long and boring process of renaming every. single. duplicate. bone. name. to match the first one, which is as simple as deleting the (###) off the end of all the names, however it takes an incredibly long time because, at least in regards to tony, there are well over 1000 bones, the vast VAST majority of which are those duplicates that need to be renamed. like when i say vast majority i mean that now that i've gotten through and merged all the bones there's literally only 108 bones in total now. even though it's just some quick clicking and backspacing it still took me like 20+ minutes to get through the whole list renaming them. 4. save a copy now just in case i need a backup, then hit edit>bone>merge bones with similar names (E>B>M) 5. now i can save THAT and put it back into blender. 6. it merged the model itself into one object so i go into edit mode, make sure everything is selected, then hit P and click separate by material. now it's back how it should be.

then comes the (minor) issue with the materials, this happened all the way back when i exported the .mesh.ascii from 3ds max with the xnalara script! the script, when it exports it will break up objects/materials into even more pieces, which if you're getting a model with all the alternate clothes like i am with tony then you have already have a ton of pieces in the same place as it is, well now they are broken up even more so if it wasn't kinda hard to grab one specific article of clothing or something off the character before, it is now. BUT thankfully it's actually a much easier fix than it looks like at first: each broken up chunk of each body part/article of clothing are actually relatively close to if not right by each other in the objects list.

so what i do, this is the stage i'm at right now with tony, is that after i merged the bones in pmx editor and put it back into blender and separated the materials into their own objects again, i go through the outliner in blender, using the little eyes next to them in the outliner, hide the armature just so that i can see the objects clearly, then i go and hide all the objects, and then starting from the bottom of the list (you could probably start from the top but i'm just already at the bottom so) i start to unhide objects one by one until i've revealed a whole body part or article of clothing or whatever, then i select all of those (shift+click their names in the outliner) and hit ctrl+j, then rename this merged object to clearly label what it is

then there's still multiple materials for one object, which i don't need, so i'm just going to go into edit mode again and in the material tab just hit "assign" on the first material there, and remove the others, also rename that first material into a clear label just like the objects

then after THAT i have to apply the textures to each material, then i just have to add the numbers on the start and end of each object according to this tutorial, then i should finally be ready to do the final export to xps and test it out in xnalara! i'd also like to rename the bones to whatever the common naming convention for xnalara models is so hopefully the models i rip can be used with pose data, but since the skeleton is nice and clean now that should be super easy.

also i am going to back this model up onto my external drive i m m e d i a t e l y because while i have the hang of the method now it's still too much time and pain in the ass if i have to remake the whole thing if something happens to it

#post #gta iv #gta tbogt #long post

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juniperallura · 6 years

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Woman King: Chapter Fifteen (Final Chapter)

ao3 / header art / playlist

“This is why you need your own chambermaid.”

Keith pursed his lips as Lance’s face popped up from his chest. “I’ll get right on that, Your Highness. Perhaps I could borrow Miri, when you haven’t the need for her?”

A smile curled over Lance’s lips as he reached out to finger the tassels that hung from Keith’s shoulders. “Awful sarcastic tonight, aren’t we? All because the prince had to fix your buttons?”

“You know I am unused to this sort of thing.” Keith scowled, fussing with the hem of his formal jacket. “This attire, this ball…” His eyes dropped from Lance’s, surveying the prince’s quarters rather than meeting his bright gaze.

“Keith, love,” Lance’s hand tapped against his chest, “This is nothing to be anxious about. You’ve seen battle— this is dancing, drinking, feasting. We can finally let everything…melt away, yes?”

Keith glanced up. Lance’s eyes were soft, his smile hopeful. Keith frowned. “Well,” he sighed, folding his hand over Lance’s, “Not everything.”

Lance’s face fell. “Keith-”

“-I know.” Keith squeezed Lance’s hand, trying to swallow the lump that threatened to rise in his throat. “But, especially after everything that happened with your engagement…having to spend all night watching you dance with girls in the court— it is not a great prospect.”

Lance reached out to cup the side of Keith’s face. “I know,” he murmured, “Believe me, I wish things were different. What I would give to tell those girls to go harass Shiro instead, because all of my dances are claimed-” Keith chuckled, leaning into the warmth of Lance’s hand. “-But we will be together for the rest of the night. That is better than nothing at all, isn’t it?”

“Of course,” Keith said, studying the crystalline eyes that glinted at him. He leaned forward to press a slow kiss to Lance’s lips. Nowadays every kiss, every touch, felt like reaffirmation. Lance was his, and he was Lance’s. Keith whispered, “Will you dance with me now, then?”

Lance kissed him again, smiling against his lips. “Of course.”

Keith slid his hand down to Lance’s waist as the prince entwined their fingers and laid his head against Keith’s shoulder. Keith rested his chin on the crown of Lance’s head and started humming, an old Gaian love song he remembered his father singing to his mother. It was barely a dance, the two of them swaying gently in a small circle, but it was enough. Just to hold Lance in his arms was enough for Keith.

“Lord Prince, Master Keith! You’ve been summoned!”

Miri’s voice came muffled through the door, ending their moment when it had only just begun. They pulled away with a sigh, Lance pressing his lips softly to Keith’s forehead.

“Alright then,” Keith said with a bracing smile, giving Lance’s hand one last squeeze, “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Attention!”

Silence fell over the crowd, all heads turning toward the grand staircase at the head of the room.

“Presenting Her Majesty, Queen Allura!”

Several gasps came from the bodies that pressed close to Shiro in the crowd, but he was silent. His mouth had gone dry, his jaw slack. All his bodily energy seemed to have gone into trying not to drop his glass.

She appeared in the candlelight like some idyllic vision, floating down to the ballroom with an elegance unparalleled. Her hair was pinned in curls like sculpted moonlight, exposing the gentle slope of her shoulders. Her dark skin was glowing softly and as she reached the bottom step the crowd parted to make a wide clearing, as if sensing they were not worthy to encroach on her ethereal sphere.

Allura glided first over to Coran, who clasped her outstretched hand with a deep bow. She leaned in and pecked a kiss against the older man’s cheek, whispering something in his ear that made him smile fondly. He replied, too low to hear, and patted her hand.

Next she moved to Lance, standing further down along the perimeter of the dance floor. He met her likewise with a bow, pressing his lips to her knuckles when she offered her hand. The prince opened his mouth as if to speak but Allura pulled him into a tight, albeit brief, hug. Smiles and whispers traveled through the ring of subjects, all perhaps wondering where the famously icy exterior of their Queen had gone.

Allura left Lance and began slowly floating down the line, meeting the greetings of the court with nods and smiles. With every rustle of her trailing skirts and flicker of her gaze a wave of fidgeting seemed to wash over the crowd, among the young men in particular. With the familial greetings completed, the ball’s attention turned to the question which had preoccupied Castle gossip since the announcement of the victory ball— whom would Queen Allura choose for her first dance partner? As she made her way further along the ring, intermingling expressions of disappointment and relief broke out among the rejected eligible.

Shiro watched the proceedings with amusement, trying to ignore the jealousy that crept into his heart at the sight of the knights adjusting their posture, their hair, their cloaks, in the hopes of catching the eye of the beautiful Queen. He reminded himself that it was only one dance he would have to watch, nothing more than a formality. She would choose the son of some Lord, perhaps one who had given the most resources to the war effort. It was only political.

But then, she paused before him.

For a moment Shiro forgot even to bow, so lost was he in her luminous curls and glowing skin and infinite eyes. She held out a gloved hand with an almost coy smile. Keith, standing beside him, elbowed his side. Shiro clamped his hanging jaw shut and bent low at the waist, delicately bringing her fingers to his lips. “Your Highness,” he murmured.

“Shirogane-” Allura spoke in a loud, clear voice for all to hear, meeting his gaze without trepidation. “-Warrior of Gaia, Valued Adviser, Bearer of the Blessing of Altea. Might you join me in beginning this night of victorious celebration?”

A tide of whispers rose from the crowd, but Allura only tilted her head at him, expression unchanged. Shiro pressed his lips together to hide a smile. He gave her another sweeping bow. “It would be my great honor, Your Majesty.”

Hand in hand, they walked to the center of the grand ballroom. From the far end of the room strings began to swell and she met his bow with a curtsy. The dance began, a traditional Altean waltz that had been popular during Shiro’s time as a Gaian officer. Their hands met and kept them anchored to one another as they slid apart, stepping in a circle at arm’s length. Even so close she was like a dream, glowing softly under the light of the chandelier. The crown that rested atop her head picked up the colors of her hair and eyes, its jewels glittering like a halo. Powder blue silk sloped off her shoulders, trailing sleeves draping against the folds of her skirt that erupted from her waist. Small flowers, embroidered in pink and orange, crawled up the hem of her dress and wrapped around her bodice, transforming her into some goddess of spring as she moved. Shiro was as stricken by her beauty then as he had been the first moment they met, when she had sat armored on her throne and stared down at him wrathfully.

“Yes, Shiro?” Allura hummed, catching his eye with a smile.

He blinked, her voice pulling him from his reverie. “I was only thinking that you look especially beautiful tonight, Queen Allura,” he said in a low voice.

A satisfied flush colored her cheeks. At a cue from the music they stepped close to each other, Shiro reaching for her waist as she rested one hand atop his shoulder and the other against his residual limb. “Well, you certainly look dashing yourself,” she murmured, “I like you in your military jacket, you know. You look sharp in black.”

A crooked grin pulled over Shiro’s face. “The music may disguise our conversation, but if you continue like that the redness of my face will surely expose us.”

Allura smiled softly as her gaze swept over the room that swirled around them. “Actually, that has been on my mind of late, Shiro,” she said, looking back at him and squeezing his arm. Her eyes became serious, searching his. “All those weeks when I was laid up in the hospital…well, there were times I wasn’t sure if I were alive of dead. But in those moments between my feverish dreams, when I had a glimpse of lucidity, my only thoughts were of you. When I awoke, and you were holding my hand- I never wanted to let go.”

“Allura,” Shiro murmured, resisting the urge to caress her cheek.

“Shiro, having you and Lance in my life is perhaps the only good thing to come out of this war-” Allura smiled, dazzling and full of hope- “And I do not intend to have either taken away from me. I have a surprise for you, later, that I believe will make things a little easier for us, and I think- well, perhaps the time for discretion is over. I am tired of hiding and sneaking. The war is over. Doesn’t it feel like a new chapter is beginning?”

The waltz drew to a close, strings settling into a joyous final chord. They had stopped moving, but Shiro was sure the room was still spinning. He met her shining eyes with a wide smile. “Yes,” he said, “It does.”

He stepped back, giving his partner a deep bow. The crowd clapped politely. Then, as Shiro straightened to lead Allura off the dance floor, he felt a hand gently catch the side of his face. He only had a second to register that her other hand had folded itself into his, and that her sweet perfume was wafting toward him from only an inch away, and that her lips were curled into delighted smile.

“I love you, Shiro,” she whispered.

She kissed him.

It was soft and chaste, like a phantom against his lips, but still, she kissed him before the whole room.

The applause ceased.

“I love you, too.” It came out like a breath, but he felt as if it were echoing through the silence, carrying up to the vaults of the ceiling. His chest erupted with a lightness he had never felt before, like he was suddenly floating an inch from the ground.

A whoop from somewhere in the crowd- certainly Lance’s doing- broke the silence, and another smattering of applause broke out. Allura, utterly unfazed, gave the room a sweeping gesture and called, “My victorious subjects- let the celebration begin!”

The music struck up again and the scandalized murmurs soon became lost in the hubbub of young courtiers scrambling to secure their first dance. Allura turned to him, her face still flushed with excitement. “I apologize if I took you by surprise, Shiro,” she said as she threaded an arm through his, “But I confess I feel as if an anvil has been lifted off my chest.”

“I could not have said it better,” he said in her ear. “And as always, your courage is the stuff of legends.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of twinkling candlelight, swirling dances, and bubbling drinks. Allura twirled across the dance floor, attending first to Lance and Coran and (a little to Shiro’s surprise) Keith, before giving the eager lords and knights their turn; she returned to snatch Shiro up as often as she could, although not as often as he would have liked. In the meantime, Shiro approached Lady Holt with a sweeping bow and led her to the floor while Matt and Katie- sweetly unembarrassed to be dancing with her brother- waltzed beside them.

Some time later Shiro found himself falling into a seat at the edge of the room next to Keith and Lance. Matt had shooed him away, having discovered that standing beside the man Queen Allura had publicly claimed as her own was efficient dance partner repellent.

“Having a good evening?” Keith smirked, taking a sip of champagne.

“And an eventful one, certainly,” Shiro chuckled. His smile dropped a bit when his eyes came to rest on the two younger men, whose only physical contact were the closeness of their knees. He lowered his voice, “I am sorry, really, that the two of you could not have such a moment tonight-”

“-Please, Shiro, do not apologize,” Lance cut in, raising his hand. “After all you’ve been through, you and Allura deserve your own night. And- we have our own moments.” He looked at Keith with a smile so full of fondness that it brought a surge of warmth to Shiro’s chest, and his own eyes flickered to where Allura was sailing across the dance floor.

“And besides,” Keith said, “With everything Queen Allura’s planning, change may well be on the horizo-”

Suddenly Lance shifted, and Shiro didn’t miss his elbow digging into Keith’s side. Keith went wide-eyed, bursting into a coughing fit and taking a long draw from his glass when he met Shiro’s raised brow. Both seemed oddly relieved when Coran approached and interrupted Keith’s attempt to speak again.

“Lord Prince, Young Masters,” Coran gave them a short bow, “Am I interrupting?”

“Absolutely not, my good sir,” Lance flashed a wide smile, gesturing for him to join them, “Are you enjoying the festivities? You most among us have earned a little celebrating.”

“Immensely, Prince Lance. I have not seen Altea this joyous in many years.” Coran bowed again, his mustache bristling with satisfaction. “But, if you’ll pardon the intrusion, I have business with Shiro— would you join me somewhere a little quieter, perhaps?”

Shiro drained his glass, throwing one last look at Keith and Lance, who seemed to be deflating in their seats, as he followed Coran into the hall. “Is something the matter?” he asked once they were away from the din of the party, “Has there been another development, with the Galra?”

“No, no, nothing of the sort-” Coran shook his head, a gloved hand reaching up to smooth his facial hair. His sharp eyes seemed to be scanning Shiro’s face rather seriously, but before Shiro could speak he started pacing a short length of the hallway and said, “Shiro, I have had the pleasure of serving the Kingdom of Altea for many, many years. First under King Alfor, and now under Queen Allura. I like to think I know her well. I was there when she was born, and her mother passed away- I had a bit of a hand in raising her, actually. I was there when her father passed, and I was there when she was coronated.”

Shiro swallowed. Memories of a talk which had begun very similarly came back to him, from when he was a only boy, caught flirting with the baker’s daughter when his mother sent him for their daily loaves. But that was long ago, and Coran was no village baker.

Coran, seemingly unaware of Shiro’s discomfort, continued, “She is the very heart and soul of our people. The joy that is so palpable tonight has her at its core.” He stopped abruptly, turning to look at Shiro. “But I did not realize until tonight, with her, ah, display, how closely you are tied to that joy. The way she looks at you- I have not seen such spark in her eyes for a long time. And as I told you before, Shiro, if the Queen trusts you, that is good enough for me.”

Shiro frowned, his gaze locked with Coran’s as he tried to discern exactly the meaning of the older man’s words. “Thank you, sir,” he said, slowly, “But I-”

Again, he was cut off with a hand. “As I said, I have become rather close to the royal family in my years, and as such I became custodian of a certain heirloom upon the King’s passing…” Coran reached into his jacket lining and Shiro’s heart skipped a beat.

Held delicately between Coran’s gloved fingers, glinting in the candlelight, was a ring. The delicate gold band was carved with floral motifs, all twisting toward a cluster of diamonds that shone brightly in the center.

“It was her mother’s.” Coran gazed at the ring with a wistful smile. “I was to hold onto it- in case she ever wished to marry.”

Shiro felt as if the bubbles from all the night’s champagne had gone to his head. With a pounding heart he reached out, hesitantly taking the bejeweled ring in his calloused, scarred hand. “Coran— I, I cannot thank you properly-” The words came out haltingly, caught in the growing rawness of his throat.

Coran only smiled, holding out his hand. Shiro tucked the ring safely away and then grasped it warmly— and to his surprise, Coran pulled him into a tight hug and clapped him on the back. “No thanks are needed, my boy.”

Some days later, Shiro was nursing a headache after a rough night’s sleep when a sharp rapping sounded at his bedchamber door. In the hall he found a young page, who bowed sharply to him and announced, “Master Shirogane, your presence is urgently requested by Her Majesty the Queen!” The page’s eyes flickered over him with an uncertain expression before he bowed again and called in a high voice, “You are also requested to be received by Her Majesty in formal garb, Master Shirogane!”

Shiro blinked, the pain in his head receding at the sudden declaration. “Urgently?” He grip tightened on the door handle, “Is something the matter? Is the Queen alright?”

The boy bit his inner lip, fidgeting with the edge of his tunic. “The Queen is alright, Master Shirogane, but beyond that I am not at liberty to say-”

“What do you mean, boy? What is going on?” Shiro’s brows knit, irritation beginning to replace his anxiety.

“Her Majesty forbade me from telling any more than I have, Master Shi-”

“-Very well, very well,” Shiro waved away the boy’s words, “Queen Allura has her way, doesn’t she? Wait here, I’ll only be a moment...”

A short while later found Shiro approaching the doors of the great hall, where he had first been led so long ago (for it couldn’t possibly be less than a year, with so much having changed since then.) Two guards stood between the doors and a group of young soldiers. Shiro vaguely recognized a few of them from his training, and as he came closer a familiar face elbowed to the front.

“Keith-” Shiro clasped his friend’s hand- “What is the meaning of all this? Were you dragged from your chambers as well?”

“Not quite,” Keith said, a smile on his face that Shiro didn’t understand. The swordsman threw a glance toward the doors of the hall. “All will be clear in a moment, now that you’ve arrived-”

As if on cue, the towering oak doors swung open, sending a gust through the hall. All murmuring ceased and the soldiers arranged themselves in pairs, with Keith and Shiro at the front. Suddenly a trumpet sounded and Coran appeared before the double lines, gesturing for them to follow as he turned solemnly on his heel and marched into the hall. Members of the court lined a central aisle and banners bearing the royal emblem lined the walls. At the head of the room, standing before her throne with a gleaming sword in hand, was Allura.

Shiro blinked, following Keith’s lead with uncertain steps. He caught the eyes of the Queen and the Prince, who stood behind her, but neither offered any explanation in their expressions. Finally, Coran approached the throne with a sweeping bow and called, “Queen Allura, I present the candidates for knighthood, distinguished by their valor in the Galran War.”

Allura was smiling at him. She spoke, something about honor and courage, but Shiro hadn’t been able to hear past word knighthood. Memories flashed before his eyes and started his blood pounding. He saw his badge, marking him as a Gaian officer, ripped from his chest and crushed under the foot of a Galra soldier. He saw his sword clattering to the ground as he cursed his left hand, useless and trembling from strain. He had found himself kneeling, battered and scarred, on a cold floor many times before, but now- now was so much different.

His heart soared as he felt the cold metal of the blade press against each of his shoulders in succession. A familiar voice said, “Rise, Knight of Altea.”

Shiro drew himself up, hardly able to keep the smile from his lips as he met Allura’s eyes, sparkling and proud.

He could see Lance beaming in the background as she did the same to Keith. One by one the soldiers that knelt on either side of him stood, each barely able to contain their happiness. The trumpets sounded again and Shiro turned to Keith, waiting for the crowd’s applause to signal the end of the ceremony; but his friendly only nodded toward Allura with a knowing smile.

She wasn’t looking at him, but a broad smile came over her face as she held up her hands to end the murmuring. “It is now my great pleasure to bestow additional honors on two deserving individuals, whose acts of bravery and loyalty to crown and country touched the hearts of all who bore witness—” She paused, fixing her gaze on Shiro with a fond smile as she approached with slow steps. When she came to a halt before him and Keith, a pageboy scurried to her side with velvet pillow displaying two Altean crests. “Sir Keith and Sir Takashi- I, Queen Allura, hereby offer the title of Lord to he who wishes to accept it. Take this as a display of my gratitude and good will, on behalf of the Kingdom of Altea.”

He and Keith answered in unison: “I accept.”

Shiro could not tear his eyes from Allura’s, shining like fire and ice, as she pinned the crest to his chest. Her hand lingered over his heart for a moment, before she turned to confer the same honor upon Keith.

He still felt blood rushing to his head when the ceremony was concluded and the crowd descended on them in their rush to the reception feast, but he managed to grab Allura’s hand in the crush of the hall and pull her out onto a balcony.

Shiro shut the door behind them with a slow sigh, happy to find a moment of peace after the unexpected excitement of the morning. The sun was at high noon, soaking Allura in its light and illuminating the young, early-summer greens that lay in the valley below the Castle.

Allura leaned with her back against the balustrade, surveying him with a smile. “So, did you enjoy my surprise, Lord Shirogane?”

Shiro could not answer, only crossing the balcony with a quick stride to cradle Allura’s face in his hand and draw her full lips to his. He felt her smile against his kiss as her hands settled around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. In that moment he didn’t care about all the titles and honors in the world; his only thought was of savoring her sweet perfume, her warmth, the touch of her skin against his, for another moment. “I love you, Allura,” he breathed against her lips.

Her hands slid down to caress the sides of his face. “And I love you, Shiro,” she mumbled, still brushing slow kisses against his mouth, “I meant what I said, that I would not let you be taken from me.”

He leaned in again, kissing her until they were both breathless and then wrapping his arm suddenly around her waist. He held her tight and spun her in a wild circle, free laughter bubbling up from his chest; she clung to him, squealing giddily like a school girl. “Lord Shirogane,” he said, setting Allura down with a grin, “I could have never imagined it, only a month ago— but I believe I could get used to the sound.”

“Good, it suits you.” Allura mirrored his bright smile, her eyes dancing as she caught her breath. “-And I hope this might give Lance and Keith a fighting chance.”

Shiro nodded, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “Now, shall we return to the festivities, Your Majesty?” He offered his elbow with a raised brow.

“If you insist-” She took his arm with a sly curl to her lip- “My Lordship.”

Hand in hand they returned, unable to keep the smiles from their faces as they dove back into the crowd; and so ended one chapter of their lives, and began another.

Epilogue:

The morning was almost unseasonably cool, one of those which seems to foretell the coming of fall, until the sun reaches its peak and warms the land again. But the sun had yet to graze the treetops, and it shed only pale pastel light on the two figures which circled each other in the center of the training pitch.

Shiro and Allura watched each other with faint smiles. The stillness of the morning, broken only by the crunch of gravel underfoot, was refreshing. Lately their training had become like spectacles for the members of the court, but alone at dawn they could conjure up old memories of clandestine sparring matches, fought in the bitter cold and near darkness.

Allura beckoned Shiro forward with a wave of the hand. They had decided to forego weapons that day, opting for skin on skin. “I haven’t got all day, Shiro,” she goaded, “Lance and Keith depart at noon, you’ll have to make your move before then.”

“The Queen of Altea, afraid to strike first? Must be losing your edge.” Shiro tried to keep match her reserve; but, as always, he couldn’t resist the jaunty smile that accompanied her taunts and lunged.

She anticipated him, of course, and lithely dodged his swing. With neither swords nor staffs their fighting felt tighter, faster, their bodies weaving together and pulling apart with every hit and feint. Every time one thought they were gaining ground, landing a few kicks or punches, they would lose it the next minute. Allura was all flashes of dark skin and silver hair; Shiro glints of feverishly focused eyes.

The sky had become colored gold with the sunlight that stretched beyond the treetops by the time their mingling cries ceased. Shiro hit the ground at the edge of the ring with a heavy grunt. Allura, triumphant, sat on his stomach with her forearm pressed to his throat. “Victory,” she declared through gasping breaths.

Shiro gazed up at her with a dazed smile. Her eyes were blue as the summer sky and piercing as the day he met her. Threads of her hair fell loose from her braid to stick to her tanned forehead, glistening with sweat. Her arm pressed mercilessly against his throat but somehow the words slipped out as though he were in a trance: “Will you marry me?”

Allura blinked. Her smile dropped as she pulled her arm away from him. “Shiro- are you-”

Shiro sat up and wrapped his arm around her waist, suddenly snapping out of his reverie. He looked into her eyes with a growing smile. “That was sudden, I know. But- I couldn’t help myself. I remembered our first match, when I thought you would have my head, and- and now here you are with your arm on my neck like a madwoman—” He let out a clear laugh as her expression only grew more confused. “And it just made me think of how much everything has changed. You came into my life and everything changed.” He shook his head in wonder, his hand reaching up to smooth back her hair. “Before I met you, I thought fate was cruel- like it only existed to bring me more pain, more misery. But then I realize that all of it, everything that ever happened to me, led me here, to you.”

“Shiro-” Allura whispered, her eyes glinting with moisture.

“Neither of our lives have been easy, but it comforts me to know that we can understand even a piece of each other,” he said, his voice softening. He reached into his tunic and drew out a ribbon that tied around his neck- at the end dangled a gold ring with a cluster of glinting diamonds. He quickly broke the ribbon with his teeth. “Coran gave this to me, on the day of the Victory Ball. Your mother’s.” Allura nodded, her lip caught between her teeth and hands fluttering unsure over Shiro’s chest. “Allura, I know this is not a simple thing to ask, nor an easy one to decide. But I promise that I will fight for you and with you until my last breath, and will help shoulder your burdens as best I can.” He sucked in a breath. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, Shiro!” She hardly let him slip the ring onto her finger before she flung her weight onto him, pressing passionate kisses to his lips. Both tasted salt in their kiss, but instead of ragged breaths came breathless laughter. “It was always easy with you, Shiro, always,” she whispered, pulling back so she could search his eyes.

The joy that burst in his chest left him speechless. He pulled Allura closer, peppering kisses down her neck and along her jaw. She ran a hand through his hair, smiling as she leaned to press her lips to the crown of his head. Eventually she tilted his chin up with a gentle hand, giving him one last tender kiss and savoring the feeling of metal against her finger as she cupped his cheek.

“I hate to say it, but we should get ready to see the boys off,” she sighed.

Shiro chased her lips for another touch. “Would they really begrudge a small delay?”

Allura rose to her feet, offering a hand with a smirk. “I fear Lance will already resent us ruining his grand farewell with our engagement- I’m not sure he would forgive tardiness as well.”

“He already had his day- we threw a feast for his appointment as governor of the new territories, and yet another for Keith’s adjoining military promotion. Or does he forget?”

“Now, now,” Allura slipped her hand into his, pecking him on the cheek, “It is my duty to speak that way of my cousin, not yours.”

Shiro squeezed her hand, chuckling good-naturedly. “Of course, Queen Allura.”

“Ah! The thought just occurred to me-” She turned to him with a bright smile- “You will have another change in title to grow accustomed to, King Shiro.”

#i finally finished it?!?!? a miracle #shallura #klance #shiro #allura #keith #lance #also peep the ao3 link for notes at the end!#woman king #writing #shallura fic #klance fic #shiro fic #allura fic #keith fic #lance fic #voltron fic #medieval au #voltron medieval au

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codingforcreativepractices · 4 years

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Week 9 - Assignment Progress

Links and info on chosen issues...

https://www.pewresearch.org/global/2016/08/02/number-of-refugees-to-europe-surges-to-record-1-3-million-in-2015/

https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/pdf/10.1177/233150241500300301

https://journals.tplondon.com/ml/article/view/274

https://www.unrefugees.org/news/syria-refugee-crisis-explained/

https://www.unhcr.org/syria-emergency.html

The Syrian refugee crisis is the result of a March 2011 violent government crackdown on public demonstrations in support of a group of teenagers who were arrested for anti-government graffiti in the southern town of Daraa. As violence increased, families began to flee. Within two months, the first refugee camps opened in Turkey – by March 2013, more than 1 million people had fled Syria. Today, 12 million Syrians are displaced from their homes and more than a million Syrian children have been born in exile.

Finding the data...

I have decided that the data that I am going to use is going to be the number of people that are exiting Syria and where they are going (distance) depending on what types of statistics I can find...

https://data.humdata.org/dataset/unhcr-global-trends-forced-displacement-in-2019-data

Whilst searching for some relevant data found the site above which links to a 2019 data of the displaced people of Syria and where they relocated and has a lot of other data that I will have to sort through. But this seems like a very promising set of data.

From the data I gathered all the information that I would need from the table. The distances although were not in the table which means that I had to manually find the distance from Syria to each of the individual countries.

Even though this is a very promising start to my project I noticed one issue off the bat and that was the numbers themselves. Because there is 3.6 million people that went to Turkey and 14 people that went to Algeria this posed an issue. Firstly because a number like 3.6 million is very difficult for processing to deal with, but usually we would simply divide to reduce them to a number that we are able to handle much easier. The issue with that is that the smaller numbers like the 14 that went to Algeria would become infinitely small.

This means that I have a choice...

- I could either priorities the data and make it so I use the top 10 results or how ever many I want to use.

- Use a technique that was mentioned by Tim called Mapping that can change the original number range and you can set it at your personal number range.

- Or change the data that I am using and focus on a different area.

Putting the numbers into Processing...

Although, I haven’t set on how I am going to manipulate the data so it will work in a way that is visually appealing to the audience, I still want to make sure I have the basics of the code down. This way no matter the data I use I will still be on the right track.

Table dataSheet;

void setup() { size (600,600); //fullScreen(); dataSheet = loadTable("numberStats.csv","header"); //println (dataSheet.getRowCount()); println (dataSheet.getInt(3,0));

for(int i = 0; i < 4; i++) { strokeWeight (3); stroke (0); fill(255,0,0); ellipse(width/2, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,0)/20, dataSheet.getInt(i,0)/20);

} //ellipse(50,50,50,50); }

void draw() {

}

The code shown above is the code I used to creates that output and although I do understand this output is not successful at all at representing my chosen data set it is still a good indicator that I am using my code correctly.

Using the Top 10...

Table dataSheet;

void setup() { size (2000,950); dataSheet = loadTable("toptendataset.csv","header"); println (dataSheet.getRowCount()); println (dataSheet.getInt(0,3));

for(int i=0; i<10; i++) { ellipse(width/2, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,3), dataSheet.getInt(i,3));

}

void draw() { }

The circles above were displaced because the sizing of the canvas was incorrect so to change to the picture below I simply changed the size (2000,950); to fullScreen();

Playing with sizing...

Went back into the data sheet and times the data by 2 to create what is shown below.

Now this is too big

Playing with layout...

I then inserted the data of the distance between the countries into the x-position of the ellipse function.

Table dataSheet;

void setup() { fullScreen(); dataSheet = loadTable("toptendataset.csv","header"); println (dataSheet.getRowCount()); println (dataSheet.getInt(0,4));

for(int i=0; i<10; i++) { ellipse((dataSheet.getInt(i,2)/3)+100, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,4), dataSheet.getInt(i,4));

}

void draw() { }

This is the code from the last attempt of the positioning.

Attempting to use the map function on the data...

After some research into mapping

https://processing.org/reference/map_.html

map(value, start1, stop1, start2, stop2)

Table dataSheet;

void setup() { fullScreen(); dataSheet = loadTable("toptendataset.csv","header"); println (dataSheet.getRowCount()); println (dataSheet.getInt(0,4));

for(int i=0; i<10; i++) { float value = dataSheet.getInt(i,2); float m = map(value, 85, 3263 , 30, width-30); ellipse(m, 200, 10, 10); ellipse((dataSheet.getInt(i,2)/3)+140, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,4), dataSheet.getInt(i,4));

}

Inserting the m value into the ellipses line of code I did this first just to assess if I had copied the code correctly.

I then applied it to the data ellipse themselves and it worked well which is why in the next image I just adjusted the starting point of the new range so all of the circles were visible.

Table dataSheet;

void setup() { fullScreen(); dataSheet = loadTable("toptendataset.csv","header"); println (dataSheet.getRowCount()); println (dataSheet.getInt(0,4));

for(int i=0; i<10; i++) { float value = dataSheet.getInt(i,2); float m = map(value, 85, 3263 , 150, width-30); //ellipse(m, 200, 10, 10); //ellipse((dataSheet.getInt(i,2)/3)+140, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,4), dataSheet.getInt(i,4)); ellipse(m, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,4), dataSheet.getInt(i,4));

}

void draw() { }

The transition from the image above to the image below was the change in the range that I chose to

Decided to add random colouring mainly for the purpose of myself being able to differentiate between the circles.

Table dataSheet;

void setup() { fullScreen(); dataSheet = loadTable("toptendataset.csv","header"); println (dataSheet.getRowCount()); println (dataSheet.getInt(0,4));

for(int i=0; i<10; i++) { float value1 = dataSheet.getInt(i,2); float m = map(value1, 85, 3263 , 170, width-80); float value2 = dataSheet.getInt(i,4); float n = map(value2, 14, 792.75 , 100, 800); //ellipse(m, 200, 10, 10); //ellipse(n, 200, 10, 10); //ellipse((dataSheet.getInt(i,2)/3)+140, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,4), dataSheet.getInt(i,4)); //ellipse(m, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,4), dataSheet.getInt(i,4)); fill(100,200,random(255)); ellipse(m, height/2, n, n);

}

void draw() { }

Any other options of data sets...

I feel as though my design is too simple so I am going to try and incorporate another data set or attempt to do something else with my current data set.

I have found some population statistics over the past 10 years in Syria and I think I am going to try and incorporate that into my code. The

I have become keen on the idea of using rectangles within my design.

Table dataSheet;

void setup() { fullScreen(); dataSheet = loadTable("toptendataset.csv","header"); println (dataSheet.getRowCount()); println (dataSheet.getInt(0,4));

for(int i=0; i<10; i++) { float value1 = dataSheet.getInt(i,2); float m = map(value1, 85, 3263 , 170, width-80); float value2 = dataSheet.getInt(i,4); float n = map(value2, 14, 792.75 , 100, 800);

//ellipse(m, 200, 10, 10); //ellipse(n, 200, 10, 10); //ellipse((dataSheet.getInt(i,2)/3)+140, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,4), dataSheet.getInt(i,4)); //ellipse(m, height/2, dataSheet.getInt(i,4), dataSheet.getInt(i,4)); fill(100,200,random(255),50); ellipse(m, height/2, n, n); rect((width/2)-dataSheet.getInt(i,5)*5,(height/2)-dataSheet.getInt(i,5)*5,dataSheet.getInt(i,5)*10,dataSheet.getInt(i,5)*10);

}

void draw() { }

After I did some research into the issue I have decided to focus on creating a patch to display my data this way it can be fixed to a backpack, t-shirt, blanket etc.

So I needed to find a way to present it that would. be effective as a badge and a more aesthetic way of displaying the data.

Back to the drawing board...

My attempts at trying to find an idea that would work using both the ellipses and rectangles.

Out of the designs that I had I became very fond of the last 3rd one as I feel it would provide an aesthetic patch whilst also displaying the data.

What this means for the code...

This means that I will need to isolate the turkey statistic, without removing it from the distance data.

It will also mean placing the rectangles in the centre of the circle and potentially using the

Intro to Digital Embroidery...

So I then went to the embroidery induction on 30th September, where we learnt how to use the digital embroidery machine using the inputs created from processing.

import processing.embroider.*; PEmbroiderGraphics E;

void setup() { size (600,600); E = new PEmbroiderGraphics(this, width, height);

String outputFilePath = sketchPath("PEmbroider_test.dst"); E.setPath(outputFilePath);

E.beginDraw();

E.stroke(0,0,0); E.strokeWeight(10); E.strokeSpacing(2);

E.fill(0,0,0); E.hatchMode(E.SATIN); E.rect(100,100,300,300);

E.textSize(2); E.textAlign(CENTER); E.textFont(PEmbroiderFont.DUPLEX); E.text("PEmbroider",250,250);

E.optimize(); E.endDraw();

E.visualize();

}

void draw() {

}

To make the file an embroidery file you basically need to add E. before each line that you want to apply to the embroidery. The code must always start with import processing.embroider.*; followed by PEmbroiderGraphics E; this is all defining that it is an embroidery document so processing can register it.

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designspecialismsami · 4 years

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Coding the website

Seen as I am new to coding, I had a video call with Kat and Liv where she gave us a short summary of what the different tags do, how to set up our folders and she showed us the code for the header in order to give us a head start.

We specified the font in the css folder so that it would be the same font throughout the whole body.

In the css file we could also specify the colour we wanted the header, height and width. We added the logo image so also specified the size of that in the css folder.

This is where we also created the navigation bar which will link to the other pages.

I added a hover tag to mine too where the colour will change when you hover over the link as I thought it would make it look more aesthetically pleasing.

This video call with Kat really helped as I feel like it gave me a much better understanding of setting up the code and gave me the confidence to want to start doing the rest by myself.

Homepage

To begin, I created the Homepage, for this I needed the header which I had already created, the main section and the footer.

Then there was four sections in the main part of the code, the first section included a left image and right text.

This part was fairly simple, as it was the first thing on the page too, it meant it was positioned where I wanted it and nothing could overlap it.

The services box was something I struggled with for a while with trying to position the images exactly where i wanted them, but in the end I managed.

Then there was two more content boxes with one right image and left text and one left image and right text.

Problems I came across:

Like I said before, I came across a problem when I could get the images of weight and leaf to go side by side.

When I did manage to get them side by side, I came across a new issue which was getting the headers to go underneath each image.

A problem I came across in the last two sections was being able to position the text next to the image, when I would use the same code that I used for the image at the top of the page to make them align, the text would jump up to the top of the page next to the top image rather than staying in the content box iI had placed it in.

I then managed to sort it out on the right image but it took me a bit longer to figure out what I had done wrong with the left image that meant it wouldn’t work, but I got there in the end.

Personal Training

On the navigation bar on the header you can click the tabs that will then send you to a seperate page with more information on that specific area, which I liked together when creating the header, which I can design later in te different html files e.g ‘personaltraining.html1.

In the design we were given, the header and footer is the same on each page, so I could just copy and paste the same header and footer code that I had on the homepage, this ensures that the header and footer stays the same throughout each page, and makes the user experience for the user easier so they can click between each page.

Then there was the main section of the personal training page that I needed to code, I split this off into three ‘sections’ which then contained seperate content boxes inside them.

The first section just contains an image to the left and text to the right.

This section was fairly simple and I didn’t come across any issues.

Then it has a ‘specialties’ box that just contains some centered text.

Finally there was a content box containing some centered text and a centered image, I used two separate content boxes for this as I struggled to place the image where I wanted it when I just used the one content box for both text and image.

Problems I came across:

I didn’t come across many problems with the personal training page, I was able to copy a lot of it off the homepage as it contained the same sort of layout, and it was easy to place the pictures as there was only one in each content box so I didn’t have the difficulty of trying to place them both equally.

Nutrition

The nutrition page was very similar layout to the personal training page so i could copy a lot of the coding I’d done already and just change the images and text.

Problems I came across:

Because the sentences in the ‘philosophy’ section were quite long, I did come across a problem where the text was going off the page, this is where I learnt about the <br> tag, which moves the sentence underneath so it doesn’t go off the page, it makes it look better positioned with bigger margins at the sides.

Before.

After.

About Me

In the design that Kat gave to us there wasn’t actually a ‘About’ page, it just had an ‘about me’ button on the navigation bar. So that it wasn’t just a blank page when you clicked it, I copied over the text from the ‘about me’ section on the homepage and put this into the ‘about me’ page, formatted in the same way that the nutrition, personal training and contact page is, with the header at the top in the centre at the writing the the right of the image.

Contact

The contact page was very simple, it just had one image and a bit of text next to it, it was the same as the personal training page and the nutrition page so I was able to copy the code from that again.

I didn’t come across any problems with this page as it was fairly straight forward.

Footer

Problems I came across:

On some pages the footer would sit perfectly and on other pages the footer would overlap the bottom content box, for example on this picture here it overlapped. This was harder to figure out because the code was the same on all of the html pages so it was unusual that it didn’t sit the same in each page. To fix this I had to play around with some of the coding in the CSS file to get it in the right place on each page.

Experimenting with the coding

After finishing the coding for the design that Kat gave us, I copied a second version of my code so that I could experiment with some other features and see what I could do.

W3 Schools is a really useful website that can help you with the coding for the majority of features you want to add onto your website, so this is the website that I used to help me with most of it. If I didn’t use W3 Schools then I would use a YouTube video, this is more helpful when you want to find out in more detail why each line of code does what.

Parallax scrolling

Something I wanted to try and include in my code is parallax scrolling, this is a web design technique, in which the background moves at a slower pace than that of the foreground. This results in a 3D effect as visitors scroll down the site, adding a sense of depth and creating a more immersive experience.

I used W3 schools to try to embed this into my code.

When I tried to copy from W3 website, it didn’t work on my website, it just scrolled through the website as it would with a regular website without parallax scrolling. I think the images in my website wouldn’t be big enough anyway, as the design we were given had the images small and to the side, I think if I tried to use them in parallax scrolling then it would stretch them to look blurry and morphed, but if I was to create a website again in the future then I think this is something that I would want to include because I think that it makes the website look a lot more professional and clean cut.

After making a few alterations I did manage to make the code work on the website.

Fading the buttons

Another feature I wanted to add was a fade background on the hover on the navigation bar. This was fairly simple, I just needed to add a transition of 2 seconds onto the css on the hover, making the brown fade into a grey when you hover over it, I changed this on the whole website so its the same on each page.

Transitions between html pages

I felt the transition between each page was very jumpy so I wanted to see if there was a way that I could ease in the pages when flicking between on the navigation bar.

I used a video tutorial to help me with this.

https://www.google.com/search?q=transition+between+html+pages&oq=transisition+between+html+&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l7.8173j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8#kpvalbx=_NFvBXoftIYqr1fAPyoaFqAo32

When I actually embedded it onto my website I ended up not liking how it looked, it made the website look more like it was running slowly. If I was to create a website again though then experimenting with more transitions would be something I would like to do because I do feel like it can make the click from page to page a lot smoother.

Toggle Like and Dislike

Click on the icon to toggle between thumbs-up and thumbs-down (like/dislike).

I thought this would be a good feature on a website seen as if customers see that the person has a lot of likes on their page it means that they would feel more inclined to use them than if they had more dislikes. Its like if something has loads of good reviews you are more likely to use it, it will boost the website and hopefully get it more interaction.

Chat Messages

I actually really liked the idea of added a chat to the website, I think it makes it a lot more personal and it also helps the user get instant feedback if they have any concerns, rather than perhaps waiting a while for an email or text back, plus then the customer doesn’t have to go to any extra lengths to message. I also think this would be more professional than texting.

I added in the little icon of a picture of the ‘staff member’, and gave an example of how the chat can be used. I think its really effective and if I was to create a website like this again or expanding on this website itself then its definitely something i would want to include.

CSS Skill bar

I thought this would be a good feature on a website like this because it would make the customers experience on the website a lot nicer as they wouldn’t have to look around everywhere for booking onto their classes and if there is space left. Its also more likely that the customer would book a class because they’d be scared that they class would book up, creates a sense of urgency within the customer without them realising, but helps the owner as their classes would be getting booked up, so I think it would be a good feature to include.

I changed the names to make it more fitting to what this website is about.

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