#Also quickly remembered I LOVED archery like A LOT

[chekov-in-a-dress]

hello! sova headcannons (besides that he's a blonde bottom man who must be tormented)? also, thoughts on sova x chamber as a ship, if you have any?

(no pressure to answer immediately or at all. asks are for fun!)

Hello Hi Yes I am ALWAYS down to talk about this man so thank you very much for asking! ♥

Firstly, you have good taste my friend this man deserves to be topped and tortured.

So let's go through some basic background headcanons first, shall we.

Sova's parents either died when he was too young to properly remember them or when he was around 5-7, leaving him to be raised by his babushka

If his parents died later, I like the idea of Sova's mum having been either a soldier or an athlete (archery/shooting ofc) and being the one who got Sova his first bow / taught him how to shoot which is one of the reasons why he continued to practice and ultimately became a sniper since it makes him feel connected to his mother

His childhood is rather uneventful, maybe they're tight on money / struggling at times since they're living off what babushka can earn on the side and whatever pension they're receiving thanks to his parents so he learns at an early age how to forage/hunt to make ends meet

Joins the military as early as they allow because he figures this way he can get a stable income and support his babka at home as well, plus he'd be following in his mom's footsteps

He excels in the military, quickly being recognised for his exceptional aim and ends up in some kind of special forces where he gets to hone his skills further until he's established a reputation for himself

I like to think that it's during this time when he first meets Brimstone, maybe a joined OP with US special forces and they become fast friends, sprinkle a little mentorship in there, possibly Brim saving Sova's life disregarding his own safety

Which is why later when Brimstone is given the first order to form a special team, Sova is one of the first people he recruits and, of course, Sova instantly agrees

His feeling like he owes Brimstone only adds to his habit of overworking himself for the Val protocol because he will NOT disappoint Brim

He's a good little soldier, you tell him to jump he asks how high

Oh god I have so many headcanons for my sweet son, I could go on forever BUT you didn't ask for a novel so here's just a few random ones

Due to his military background he's one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in the protocol and takes over training the other, less experienced agents

He definitely has a soft spot for the younger agents, especially Gekko, Neon, KJ etc.

He pushes himself extra hard, insisting on running more simulations / practicing more than the others because he has to keep up with his Radiant/genius/augmented squad mates and preserve the only edge he has in this fight

Maybe he doesn't always wear his cybernetic eye because it sometimes overloads his brain/overstimulates him

NOW before I ramble on forever... you asked me about Chamber/Sova and let me tell you YES. Yes Good. I absolutely love Somber ♥ ( I wrote a little Somber OS at some point and I have at least five wips for them if only the writer's block didn't beat my ass all the time)

Not only do I personally think Chamber is hot and I want to see him play my babygirl like a fiddle but there's like so much potential. Because Chamber's easy, flirty nature is so different from Sova's, especially if you headcanon Sova as not having a whole lot of experience in the romantic/sexual department, which, chef's kiss tbh.

Plus, Chamber's more... grey-ish morality, his 'am I really on your team or are you just part of my plan' attitude, clashes so nicely with Sova who clearly follows a very rigid moral code.

I really love the idea of Chamber having a fun time getting under Sova's skin and the poor owl not having a single clue how to deal with it???

Don't get me started on Chamber using his indefinite resources to spoil Sova and Sova being so uncomfortable with all the fancy gifts...

Also guns. Let's talk about guns. Because I see Chamber's Tour de Force and I can't help but think 'what if he allows Sova to use it, or they get into a situation where Sova is forced to use it to protect them'?? How exactly do Chamber's powers work? Does he FEEL it when someone else touches his guns???? Is it an erogenous zone

I mean Chamber clearly respects Sova's skills (how could you not) and I just see him as the kind of man who sees something/someone he wants and then stops at nothing until it's HIS. Featuring Sova who is both confused by the blatant flirting and totally NOT down to indulge Chamber.

You can also go with the trope of Chamber being purely interested in getting Sova into bed playboy style while Sova is the 'i don't do one night stands if i date someone it's bc i'm serious aboutt hem' kinda guy. Chamber who is used to getting what he wants is both frustrated and determined to win him over to the point where he doesn't even realise he's developing actual feelings until it's too late~~ whoops~ (damn i wanna write that lowkey)

ANYWAY

Thanks again for asking lmao if you want you can join the bottom Sova server on discord where you can read through several dozen weird AU ideas or headcanons we came up with for Chamber/Sova amongst other ships lmaoo

#valorant #sova #somber #chamber #replies #thank youu for asking about my sunshine child #♥

[bloobluebloo]

I did NOT know about that oot first playthrough route and I'm here begging you to elaborate How In the—??

SO-

When I was a wee child, I was a fool that turned down my aunt’s offer to get me Ocarina of Time brand new off the presses because she had heard that “all the kids were buying it”.

(I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHY I DID THAT I TURNED DOWN A FREE GAME LIKE WTF????)

Later on, I saw my friend had bought Oracle of Seasons and, wanting to copy him because kids like to be cool like their friends, I begged my parents and they got me Oracle of Seasons and Oracle of Ages, so those were my first Zelda games. At this point I was full blown obsessed with LoZ and, going online, I learned that OoT was not only the best Zelda game ever, but possibly the best game ever made. So, lo and behold I was back at my parents’ feet begging for OoT. My dad was not pleased but after being a constant nag he decided that if he found a copy at the flea market he would buy it second hand, his budget being 30 or something dollars.

AND he found one! So I popped the cartridge in and I see a save file that seems pretty far ahead in the game so I open it and I’m taken aback because this guy saved at the Shadow Temple. Coming off the Oracle games this was quite a shift in tone so, insanely curious, I started to explore. Soon enough I realized that this dungeon was not completed so, being the emo child I was, I completely forgot that it might be a better idea to start a fresh save file and went on ahead and completed the Shadow Temple. SO, the Shadow Temple was my first OoT dungeon.

(I died so many freaking times like I was learning about the tools I had on the fly 😭)

By that point, since I had already committed to finishing the Shadow Temple I was like “let me do what this previous player didn’t do and finish the game”. I explored Hyrule a bit. Castle Town fascinated me so much because there were ZOMBIES and then I saw Ganon’s Castle (at this point I knew Ganon as the blue pig monster). When I discovered the Gerudo desert it was over for this hoe because, retroactively now that I think about it, I felt like there was something in the fiction I loved that I felt I could actually relate to. I played the horseback archery game so many times. I completed the Gerudo Training Grounds and got the ice arrows. I discovered the Spirit Temple and looked around inside even though it was complete.

(I also remember finding it funny that Ganon was Ganondorf like what’s with that suffiiiiiiix)

ANYWAYS after all that I went into the Temple of Time and then discovered Sheik where I was like oh who the fuck is this but then Sheik was Princess Zelda and I’m like damn holy shit this is a lot what is HAPPENING and then Ganondorf crashes the party and I’m telling you, this is a distinct memory, because I was like 👀wow so cocky with those words 👀 that laugh 👀 sounds so cool 👀 who are you GanonDORF 👀👀👀

After that I quickly ate dinner and flew back into my room because I mean. I was already endeared to the Gerudo and Ganondorf is a Gerudo and he sounds so sick and I completed Ganon’s castle so fast and then I saw him, the man, the legend, on a fucking organ playing his own theme song and I’m like-

Wrooooooooooow 👀👀👀👀👀

Anyways I was so fucking distracted by Ganondorf I fought him like a million times and combed through Hyrule searching for every bit of lore I could find about him before I realized that it might be a good idea to, you know, START FROM THE BEGINNING it might ya know contextualize some things.

So yeah thats the HGHHJJGKKHGFJJ part. I think I had OoT for about 2 months? Before I started it from the beginning. I was a weird child what kind of 11 going on 12 year old falls like that for the King of Evil?

(This bitch that’s who look at where I am NOW-)

#bloothots

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 98

Chapter 98: “Starting Sound”

I like how the first couple pages fake us out by thinking the enemy is about to attack Emma & everyone else when they actually end up raiding an dummy shelter. Very thankful to James for setting up so many empty ones because this keeps Peter’s men occupied for almost two years trying to find the right one.

Y’all know you can sleep in a bit longer since you’re not bound by the GF schedule anymore, right?? Old habits die hard I guess.

Props to Ray, Pepe and whomever else normally helps in the kitchen because that is definitely a lot of mouths to feed all at one time. Also love how intermingled the tables are between GF & GP children, like it doesn’t matter where they came from, they’re all one big family.

I adore seeing them adjust to the shelter life and all the different tasks the kids take on. I’m mighty fond of seeing Oliver wear the shelter jacket & turtleneck as well! Wish we got to see that look on him more often, same with Nigel without his usual hat. But there’s no way Paula could still be recovering a month and a half later! Hell, she’s shown sitting at the tables during breakfast just fine! Ahh whatever, still cute that Zack continues to check up on her. GP trio owns a special place in my heart.

With Dominic learning how to hunt from Yuugo, I guess it isn’t totally farfetched that season two had him pick up archery so quickly. I do remember that Rossi learns morse code eventually, but I was unaware he tries to learn some medical stuff alongside Theo? At least, I’m assuming that’s what going on considering Anna & Zack are there too.

Ah.. back during ch92 I wondered why the GF kids never picked up on Adam reciting Norman’s number when they returned to the shelter, but I guess the big guy just switched it up and started repeating Emma’s ID nonstop instead. Makes sense as to why Violet seems a bit confused about it, not because she doesn’t remember Emma’s number but if that’s the same number Adam was saying the whole time back at GP.

I haven’t looked for fics in a hot minute, but I remember there were always tons about RE in the shelter library and not enough (or any) about the secret room and I gotta wonder why. Clearly they’re down below often enough during the past seven days if that GV kid knows where they are.

Well, Sonya’s correct about the first part since it’s revealed earlier this chapter that Peter killed off a handful of supporters back in 2031. Also, love how one of the tiny, surprised faces kinda looks like the drawing Shirai typical uses.

Still a more complex way to locate the secret room than how season two had it be “hidden” behind a simple, very noticable door labeled “pen.”

I despise this man so damn much.. absolutely hate him and his stupid fingers tapping away endlessly. I still dunno if this is just a random thing he does or if it’s actually morse. Can’t confirm it with season two either since the anime did one thing right and cut him out.

Speaking of morse code, I love how Emma quickly hands the phone over to Ray once she recognizes it. Sure she’s skilled enough to decipher it, but hearing morse is much different than seeing it, and there’s no way she wants to miss a single detail after waiting a whole week to hear back from the supporters, so she tosses the phone to Ray since she believes he will catch everything more efficiently than she could. And he does.

Now, I may be a total idiot, but for the life of me, I can’t remember who this hooded person might be? With it currently being March 2046, it can’t be James since he died sometime around September 2031 (if ch73 is anything to go by) and it ain’t Norman since he’s still trapped at Lambda until 2047. Perhaps Peter missed a supporter hiding amongst the Ratri clan and this is some random person but I dunno. Oh, unless this is just Smee..? I mean, the cloak he’s wearing is pretty much the same one Norman uses later on, so he could easily acquire it when they’re both at Lambda. That could be it. Hopefully.

Favorite panel/moment:

I HAVE DEARLY MISSED MY BOY CHRIS!! (& yes I noticed Gillian’s tiny head pat to Thoma. See! I knew they would get along well!)

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[luuthebrute]

I feel bored so I’m gonna post abt my silly ideas for my Blue Samurai Insert oc, Hana.

Also TW in the third paragraph for physical abuse if you don’t like that stuff, also brief mention of murder

Hana is a half breed like Mizu. So she has very dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. Plus freckles. She often wears a beat up mask and a kimono as a way to cover her imperfections. She is also very curvy.

She is a very reserved and sweet girl, and prefers to be alone. She also is very self conscious about her face. She used to wear makeup, but it never worked well. So she gave up quickly and wore the mask as a way to cover herself. She quite likes the ocean and nature in general. She also draws and paints sometimes.

Her father was Japanese and her mother was white. The dad basically just fucked the mom out of pure adrenaline and then out popped little Hana. Hana was named “Rose” by her mother, but her father quickly changed it to Hana. Her mom was disabled and couldn’t walk. And basically didn’t leave purely for Hana’s sake. She didn’t want to leave her child with her abusive husband. This abusive husband still managed to harm her and such, which is why she has the ugly scar. She has more, but she covers them over her clothes. Her father used to take her to a shrine and made her pray for several hours to “get rid of the demon” as he put it. Eventually, Hana broke and murdered her father, but she can’t remember it. Her mom then sold her to a priestess to avoid her daughter being killed for the crime, where she lives in a shine/inn thing

. The priestess, whose name is Tenshi, is very controlling. You see, Hana when she was younger got along with Tenshi very well sense she was at the shrine so much. Because of this, Tenshi often sees herself as her mother and feels a sense of entitlement to her sense she saved her from her father. So she is very controlling and manipulative. Tenshi did used to somewhat work for lord Tokunobu Daichi. So Hana and Akemi were friends. But it ended quickly cause the dad didn’t like Hana’s existence as a half breed. Tenshi of course, doesn’t work for him anymore and is now a simple priestess.

(Side note, she actually does have really intense lore outside of this. I do wanna talk about my characters lore so if this is well liked enough I’ll talk abt it more)

Now Hana’s brother, named Kotaro, is Tenshi’s child. He is a 18 year old boy with anger issues and is just a mad teenager. He wants to be a Samurai, but Tenshi doesn’t like them a lot due to her one personal trauma. Hana does practice Archery, so she will often take her brother with her and they both will practice for awhile in the woods. They are quite close but Kotaro often makes fun of her for a few reasons. He doesn’t really make fun of her race but he does think it’s funny to make fun of Hana being a hopeless romantic

I forgot to mention that, I made Hana a hopeless romantic. Through her life she reads really romantic and graphic poetry about love and adoration. She loves it so so much. Her main goal is to find someone to love her and to hopefully marry them and become a wife.

Hana is also bisexual with a pref for women (not like she will ever admit it) and autistic. But of course she doesn’t know about it. Maybe the gay part.

I think that’s it, I do wanna write abt her with Mizu or Akemi but idk if you guys wanna see me rant about the idea of my insert being a homosexual with other characters.

#blue eye samurai #oc insert #trauma #bisexual #autism

[sydcfamily]

Name's Yumi... Remember it or Don't, I Don't Care.

Full Name: Yumichika Ishizaki

Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Queer Age: 27 Birthplace: Kawabata Province, Kyoh Ethnicity: Kyoh Birthday: March 2nd Pet: Botan the One-Eyed Cat

Appearance:

Yumi is 6′2 (188 cm) and has a very lean body type. He has a notably long torso, and long, slender legs. His skin is pale like porcelain and at times even ghostly. Yumi has waist-length stark black hair, which he was often bullied for at the academy. He usually wears it in a high ponytail or down his back. Yumi stores a lot of importance in his hair and takes care of it very well.

Yumi has angular features including sharp cheekbones, a pointed chin, an angular nose, and a cut jawline. His faded pink lips are curved, often into a cat-like smirk. Yumi has slender blue-grey eyes and thin brows. He also has a beauty mark on his chin. He has a lot of piercings and tattoos since he learned to do them at a really young age. Yumi has scars all over his body from his years of dangerous training and battles, and his most notable one is a slash scar over the ribs on the left side of the body. He had stitches here. 

Favorite Things:

Favorite Colors: navy blue, cornflower blue, baby blue Favorite Flower: cherry blossom Favorite Drinks: grape juice, oatmilk, herbal teas, vodka Favorite Foods: grapes, miso soup, bento box, fried fish, fondue Favorite Hobbies: reading and writing, calligraphy, swimming, playing guitar, taking care of his fish Skills: playing the guitar, horseback riding, several martial arts, archery, cooking,

Relationships:

Daigo Ishizaki, father Erina Ishizaki, mother Momoka Ishizaki, biological sister Nozomi Ito, father figure Jasika Ito, adoptive sister Shuhei Kumagai, former love interest and best friend Tsumugi-Gen Hada, childhood friend and former fiancee Charlie Reyes, love interest and close friend Daniel Reyes, close friend Alan Reyes, father figure and mentor Salice Halloway, close friend Eid Noguchi, acquaintance Rei Guong, friend and classmate Da Song, friend and classmate Yoo Joon Im, friend and classmate Umeko Kuo, friend and classmate

Personality:

Yumi has many different facets to his personality. When he was younger, he was soft-spoken and wary of others. As he grew older, he was less afraid of other people than critical of them. As he gained confidence, what other people said mattered less and less to him. He was often judged harshly for his stylistic choices and mannerisms, but somehow managed to develop a self-assured and go-with-the-flow personality. His best friend and first boyfriend had a lot to do with this. They were opposites this way, Shuhei often being hot-headed and tightly wound, and Yumi being more calm and easygoing. When you get to know him, he makes a lot of jokes and can be very flirty. He's supportive and kind to the people that he cares about and gives a lot of good advice. He values close relationships and will do whatever it takes to protect the people he cares about. Yumi is very good at choosing his battles, which is something he learned at a very young age. Yumi is someone who will go to war for his family. Not necessarily the family he was born to, but most certainly the family he found.

About Him:

Yumi's household situation was less than ideal. His father, Daigo, was a small business owner. His mother, Erina, was a stay-at-home mother. His father urged him from a young age to take an apprenticeship at his business, but that was never in Yumi's interest. Daigo was never supportive of the things Yumi had taken an interest in as a child. He would urge him to spend more time doing things 'befitting of a boy'. He would threaten to cut his hair and burn his clothes and toys. This quickly caused a divide between Yumi and his father, so quickly that Yumi can hardly recall a time when he liked his father.

He spent a lot of time with his mother because of this. She bought him his first fish, which they kept in their koi pond outside. They would often bond with activities such as these, which increasingly damaged the family dynamic with Daigo. Yumi saw how these actions affected his father and chose to stay away from home as much as possible. He didn't understand why he had to choose between a close relationship with his mother and his family's safety, but he had learned very quickly that causes have effects.

Between his time at home and at school, Yumi found refuge at a tattoo parlor down the road, where an astounding artist did his work. Nozomi Ito, he was called, lived there with his son and young daughter. He took a liking to Yumi and he often spent time with them when he couldn't stomach being home. In fact, he spent so much time there that Ito's daughter, Jasika, and Yumi became as close as siblings.

Meanwhile, Daigo's business was failing. After bankruptcy, he was desperate for a source of income. He had begun farming like many of the other families in the province, but it was not enough.

Jumping on the first opportunity at a lump sum, Daigo had hastily promised his only son to the daughter of the Hada family. They were a well-to-do family with a barren daughter, so Daigo's desperation was equal to the Hadas' desire to find a husband for their daughter. Erina was furious about Daigo's decision to marry their son off to someone he didn't know at such a young age, but it was final. At eight years old, Yumi didn't understand what engagement meant. He met Tsumugi-Gen shortly after the engagement was finalized. The two got along quite well and became friends. The families allowed them to wait to be married until they were of legal age so that the children could focus on their educations.

After this event, the Ishizaki family was at its weakest. Daigo began to take out his many frustrations on his resentful wife and helpless son, with many arguments and threats. Yumi had been hit many times, but never retaliated until he saw his mother being abused.

Yumi couldn't stand to watch his mother be punished for things they couldn't control. Yumi thought if he was just a better boy, then all of this would never happen. He thought if he disappeared, things would be better for them.

He applied for the prestigious Ishikawa Academy, where Kyoh's best and brightest were cultivated into the most important and influential figures in the country. He deemed it the golden ticket to run away from home and provide the means for his mother to finally leave his father. The Hada family wrote him a recommendation letter that helped him get into the academy. At eight years old, he packed his things and was gone, living between the Hada family home and Ito's house until he was accepted and escorted to the academy where he spent the next fourteen years of his life.

After graduation, Yumi stayed in Kyoh for a short while. He ended things with his first love to marry Tsumugi as he'd promised. After a year of marriage, his wife could see he was not fulfilled. It was hard to do, yet she told him the marriage could be annulled. He'd already done more than what was expected of him, she said, and the marriage was something that neither of them chose. Yumi had a heavy heart but they agreed that it was the best option and he assured her it was never anything she could have changed. He loved her, but not in the way that was expected of them.

Yumi then took his degree and used it to move to a bustling metropolis. He easily obtained work writing for an informer, work he was overqualified for but loved nonetheless. He lived alone with his cat for months, plagued by strange dreams he could not properly control. Dreams he's had ever since he was a child.

It was here in this place he met the girl that would open his eyes and become his forever partner.

#yumi ishizaki #sydc

[ben-the-hyena]

You remember how some days ago I made a post in which I had a dream I found so cute with Lord MacIntosh having not his son but also 6 daughters who love him and it was implied he himself a great dad too that I had to make it paet of my actual headcanon ?

Well upon further analysis, he does seem to be a loving father with the few clues we have in canon

First, no matter how much he doesn't approve him wanting to bring him into an arranged marriage and proudly tells him to leave him alone after Merida inspired him, Young MacIntosh seems to be VERY close and loyal to his father. Both laugh together a connivinh way, he gets instantly furious after Wee Dingwall attacks his attack so PUNCHES THE FUCK out of the instigator, helps him up during the final fight after he got knocked off... so it has to be for a reason

Second, these last 2 points even showing his protective side towards his father and need to avenge him and help him whenever something happens to him no matter how he was still meant to be an obnoxious jerk at this point of the story. Again this too has to be for a reason, just like Merida being feral when protecting Elinor

3rd, a stretch I know (hey it's MY post ok) but when Lord MacIntosh praises them to have the most gorgeous locks out of the clans, it means he finds himself to be the most beautiful man (I mean I guess it's good he has self confidence) but also indirectly means he finds his son to be the most beautiful boy out there. Which is mushy as fuck and I love it

4th, he is the PROUDEST dad of the suitors. I mean they all are and praise them because they all love their sons and all advertise them as suitors, I do know, the movie is about parents and children loving each other and the clash of generations and the important of communication and compromise. What I mean is whereas the others seem more strict in general and more "professional" and "humble/simple" in their presentation, he seems to be the most open and outward about his genuine pride, which might have to do with how he is the most eloquent and dramatic of the trio therefore doesn't "hide" feelings because it's "manly" like the others do. He smiles and grins while presenting him, and proudly mentions his weapon not even realizing its name is ridiculous, while the 2 others keep a serious face and even if of course they too use a lot of imagery since it was traditionally required they still go straighter to the point and sound less ridiculous (even Lord Dingwall since we see right after he was NOT lying). Later, sure Young MacIntosh did do the best score so far at the archery competition, he still threw a ridiculous perfectionist tantrum because if his hurt ego. But this can't be because of his father (implying thus that he is not strict during training but that comes from himself) who despite that embarrassing show is STILL proud as if blinded and relativises "hey son at least you did better !" Sure he DID do better than Young McGuffin but he could have been mad he missed the bullseye so close and he could have facepalmed at his reaction, but no he did not see the problem and just thought about cheering him up with a "good job sports !" tone. And didn't seem to doubt a second about his skills unlike the 2 other dads. He trusts him too much. And that could be indirectly all this pride for him that gave him such a big ego, or the need to be perfect

5th, notice how even if the 3 dads do end up quickly approving theirs sons' wish not to go along this arranged marriage thing he is the only one not to protest ? His only reaction (as his son is the first to go "HEY RIGHT I AGREE WITH HER") is a "WHAT !?" with genuine confusion. Not a desperate "BUT IT'S A PRINCESS" from Lord Dingwall who tries to have his son understand or a threatening "SO ? WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ?" in disbelied from Lord McGuffin who already knows what his son will say. Just a simple "WHAT ?!" with no more arguing, confusion instead of despair or anger. As if he were actually surprised his son did not agree with this and did not realize he was forcing anything on him

6th, his son was the least awkward of the 3 sons (even if he DID need more). Wee Dingwall just didn't care about his father's business, and Lord Dingwall was just super nervous to be here. He was the most confident one probably because his father always made him feel like that. Which can also have darker repercusions since we also see he was just as upset as the others to be here but just played along perfectly not to upset his father he is very loyal to and if his father wanted this for him then he would have to agree. Yet he is not submissive since AS SOON as he got the opportunity he confidently told him he didn't want that. So he did not fear him or fear too much about his opportunity for being so confident. He just probably never considered the option since he looked like he got an epiphany. But there seemed to be no hard feeling between the 2, it doesn't feel like the other 2 who essentially lived in their father's shadow due to their social awkwardness but he looked like his dad's equal and valued, maybe too much but that gave him a good self esteem and the possibility to tell him anytime no when he thinks about it knowing he won't have bad repercussions and will be heard

And 7th, in the Disney Princess comics we find out his dad has his son learn by heart the family tree every night. Which is a chore to him, proving for once at least one thing they disagree on which is normal and healthy and proves Lord MacIntosh doesn't adore him too much either but also insists in educating him for his future even if it bores him for his own good (like how he assumed he was ok with the marriage, but this one he must be aware of but see as a MUST to know anyway). Meaning he educates him himself, like do all the parents sure but also it indicates he takes great pride in their family and how his son is the continuation and future of the clan, wants him to think so and understand the importance of it, and values family and sees it as a priority

All of that reinforces the vision that dream gave me : he is a dad who adores his kid(s) and isn't afraid to show it but mostly shows it at home whre he is not busy fighting the other lords like menchildren

#for this analysis I do not look at the sequel books and spinoffs because the few I heard of them doesn't fit my fanon and takes #I much prefer the Disney Princess comics takes thank you very much #parents and children #moi #lord macintosh #young macintosh #brave #dreams #family #clan #movie #comics #disney #princess #post #tumblr

[hrodvitnon]

Gameplay wise how is Dragons Dogma 2 different from the first? Loved the first game but am tentative about the sequel due to some rather mixed reviews

Okay, so you remember how you have to be very careful with training/teaching your Pawn? How you couldn't just spend a fight with a cyclops by picking loot up because then your Pawn will think "oh, I should do that too"? You don't have to worry about that in DD2. I kinda miss that aspect but it's also convenient that you don't have to constantly keep an eye out for that. You can also high five your Pawns after battle! Also, your Main Pawn (or any hired pawn) will offer to lead you to any treasure chests or rift stones they found with another Arisen, so just tap up for "go!" on the D Pad (for controller) and they'll show you the way.

Treasure chests don't seem to reset after a certain period of time, which is a bummer, but you'll still get useful items like curatives, wakestone shards and ferrystones, or a new weapon or piece of armor. Or gems like onyx and jasper, which can be sold for a lot of gold (keep an eye on item descriptions since I think some gems might sell for more in Vermund or Battahl.) Money is still easy to come by, since monsters are just as likely to drop a few hundred gold as they are the usual drops. Speaking of which, item storage caps at 99 per item, so if you have 99 goblin horns in storage and 25 on your person, just sell it to get some extra cash.

Combat feels the same, albeit with guard breaking as an additional thing, and the classes have execution animations; like, if you're a fighter then you can heavy attack a saurian from behind to chop off their tail, then follow it up with another heavy attack to quickly finish it off. Warriors now have a passive skill where if you time button presses for fast attacks right, the consecutive swings will be much faster; you'll get it right when you hear a light "ting!" and a little flash on the weapon. Archers are solely dedicated to archery and can just use the face buttons to attack, and their heavy attacks are kicks which are great for stun locking goblins and wolves to break their guard. But in the early game, BE CAREFUL. Before I reached the capital city, a single hobgoblin could kill me dead before I knew what was happening. Also, for some reason healing is different because you can't just munch on curatives to boost yourself back to max health – once you lose a certain amount of health, that's your new cap until you rest. I don't mind it too much, it makes you consider things more carefully.

Ferrystones and portcrystals aren't the only fast travel anymore! Now you can ride in oxcarts for a small fee, 100 or 200 gold depending on the destination. You can even doze off in the cart to make the trip go faster, but often times the cart will be attacked at least once per journey so it's never a dull moment. Speaking of travel, camping is now a thing! There are campfires all over the map so you're never too far away from a potential spot to rest for the night. Camping kits are reusable and some are heavier than others; the lightest one seems to be an Elite Camping Kit you'll receive as a quest reward at the Border Rest Town and it's only four pounds. Just make sure the place is clear of any beasties before you set up camp! You can small talk with your Pawns or equip skills as needed before taking a rest. Very convenient.

Combining items has been streamlined a LOT. You'll soon have more Salubrious Draught than you'll know what to do with them just by mixing greenwarish with any fruit. Fruit and meat and fish and harspuds can also be mixed together when they're aged, but they're still useful when rotten; mix them with another certain item (or I think each other?) to get lantern oil, iirc.

I've also heard that Arisen's will gift hired Pawns with rotten foods or dried flowers as a warning to their Arisen that their Pawn might be showing symptoms of Dragonsplague, which a VERY BAD THING. Remember the first paragraph in this answer? Don't think you can't ignore certain things about your Pawn. If they act like they have a headache, or are in pain, or they start copping an attitude (not like the straightforward dialogue), or their eyes start glowing red, THEY HAVE DRAGONSPLAGUE. THIS IS VERY BAD AND CAN RESULT IN A SETTLEMENT BEING PERMANENTLY WIPED OFF THE MAP. How do you cure this? I've heard you can just yeet your MP into the nearest body of water for the Brine to take them and then call them back with a rift stone. I'll admit I've done this before when I noticed my MP holding his head, so I got paranoid and yeeted him into the drink. I'm sorry, Kolima, I just don't want you getting the plague and going on a rampage!

And uh... yeah, that's all I can think of. I'm happy with DD2! It may not be as deep as the original in certain gameplay respects, but it feels like playing Dragon's Dogma and that I think is important. Nighttime is still dark as balls, combat is fun, the affinity system still feels a bit jank considering I gave Ulrika a bouquet of flowers and instantly got max affinity with her, and Pawns can now have conversations! It's such Oblivion NPC Energy and I expect nothing less. But whether you choose to buy it is up to you.

#Anonymous #dragon's dogma 2

[derekscorner]

Fated Rantings: Unaware of Loss, Nor aware of Gain.

I had intended for this to be the initial post on my Fate Unlimited Blade Works thoughts but that post was quickly taken over by the mindset of Shirou Emiya and his battle with Archer.

I will likely find issues with that post in the future due to not fitting in every impression I had or because I was annoyed with wording. It was very difficult to put into words due to the way Shirou & Archer argue in circles due to their self-admitted hypocritical nature.

But now that it is out of my system lets talk about the other fun things Unlimited Blade Works (which I'll call UBW here on) did with it's story.

If you're curious about part one: https://derekscorner.tumblr.com/post/740386958269890560/fated-rantings-bone-of-the-sword#notes

Let's gooooooo-

Leading Lady

Even though she is the lead for this adaption I covered her little in the first post despite her and Shirou's budding romance.

Given my Saber obsession some will likely expect me to hate her but I don't truth be told. I love how Shirou helps Saber in the Fate route but I'm not a man who is a shipper. (I actually think very ill of it)

Anyone watching a Fate anime should go in expecting differences anyway since Shirou's focus is a different girl per route and adaption.

And Rin Tohsaka is a rather likable character. She's more bratty or "tsundere" here but I expected that. To be honest her being so chill in Fate 06 was a surprise due to her reputation for this behavior.

She's by no means overly exaggerated compared to the trope nor is she mean. She's actually a rather kind hearted girl.

Now this may be conjecture on my part but I think her even bothering with school shows a bit of that kind nature. Hell, I was surprised when Shirou mentioned it because I didn't even question her student life. Shirou's right, She has no reason to go.

She's a mage, heiress to a very old family, she doesn't truly need to be there. As of writing this I have yet to watch Heaven's Feel and there may be dialogue I forgot from UBW (I'm trying to remember and put to word a lot here) but I suspect she goes to school to keep watch over Sakura.

I know more than UBW explains due to lore videos and watching Fate/Zero but the series does showcase this.

She's unsure how to approach Sakura, she even seeks justification by asking Shirou a hypothetical about a family sending a daughter away through adoption, and she often goes to the archery club to watch Sakura.

There's a lot there that I expect Heaven's Feel to show me but within the frame of UBW I see that as her primary reason to bother with school.

I mean, there may also be some aspects of loneliness or her crush on Shirou at play as well but it's interesting that she'd choose to bother.

That's just one example as well. She's constantly making excuses to keep Shirou alive and around in every route. Some would chalk that up to her own feelings but she does that early on specifically because Sakura likes Shirou.

Usually her outbursts are due to shyness or embarrassment. She's, quite frankly, a bad liar. When Shirou does something stupid the disgust is very visible on her face. When she's talking too or even about Kirei the disgust is aubible.

I almost forget that she has a bitchy or cold school image half the time. Hell, after typing this I wonder how she even pulled that off...then again maybe she just believes she's pulled it off.

She never interacts with people and once Shirou is pulled into her circle there's a constant and visible confusion at how she's acting by her peers.

Her dynamic with Shirou is also fun to watch progress. She gets annoyed at him often but opens up as time goes on. Her headstrong personality never falters but I did like seeing her acting more normal. Not as a mage but as a kid.

When it starts she's constantly annoyed at Shirou but that's only until she learns that he was raised as a person. She assumed he was a mage but Kiritsugu didn't make him one. She still gets annoyed sure but she's more willing to explain when she knows he's going in blind.

She even makes an efforts to know or help him by the end of season one like with that date episode. They're both dorky kids about it but it is sweet to see although I do wish the story put a bit more focus on her learning that he was the only survivor of the Fuyuki fire.

Perhaps what I liked most was that despite her feelings she always made sure to tell him the facts of a situation. The flaws in his worldview or the idiocy of an idea. That bluntness is born out of concern as well but it's also just logical, sensible.

Her goal once the war was over was trying to convince him that his life has worth. The epilogue episode shows this and I found it a genuinely kind-heated thing to focus on.

Especially when she and the viewer both know that Shirou's likely doomed to be Archer anyway.

Overall she takes no shit from anyone, can be a little petty, and at times I wonder if she herself is too kind to be a mage. I can now see why she's so popular, she could probably carry a Fate story all on her own if I'm being honest.

I would love a Fate story where she managed to summon Saber and Shirou doesn't exist. She's a proud individual but she has heart. There's even Fate material you could make a story like her dismantling the Greater Grail years after the 5th war. (yes that's a thing)

I know the El Melloi novels or manga have her appearing doing mage things too.

...to be honest I don't know what else to say. This is a good character, I'd like to see more.

Edit: I just wanted to add that I love that she actually kicked Casters ass in a literal sense. She just jumped her and started to karate her, it was hilarious.

Other things

Rin and Shirou aside, Fate UBW had several other things that stood out to me. I'm not sure there's enough there to work into paragraphs like above or with the previous post but I do want to mention them.

Such as Iilya. I expected to see more of her in UBW but such limitations are natural when adapting a visual novel with multiple routes I guess. That or they assume you’re using Zero as context for UBW.

The grail going out of its way to ruin Iilya’s childhood is kinda fucked up as well. I can't tell if that's Angra Minu being spiteful toward Kiritsugu or if it just enjoys breaking a child's mind.

I also appreciated the Berserker fight early in season one. It was great to see a more even fight between him and Saber. His job of berserker is so on point it hurts.

He once murdered his family due a Hera induced madness and now he's protecting a traumatized child in a similar madness. I infer his drive to protect her to that legend.

I also must give Fate props for continuing to make great use of making a tragic mythology story even more tragic.

The gender swaps and "coomer" bait art the series is known for is one thing but Fate also just does a great job at using the legends of a spirit to make them more tragic.

Caster in particular was a great sub villain I thought. I got annoyed when she stole Saber but knowing her legend as I do and seeing her backstory also makes her pitable.

She's visibly not okay with being called a witch and seems to have terrible luck with men. Even when it's outside her control the world will summon her to a waste of a man for a master.

Her and her masters sub plot was sad but I found that love genuine. He had trouble seeing himself as human but I think his dedication to her was very worthy of a humanity he can't see.

Caster also never betrayed her master once. She did thinks hoping to appease him but she never lied and neither did he reprimand her for anything. Even if he didn't know why he was perfectly willing to help her with anything.

They're both damaged people but he's the type of man Medea deserved in life. I even went to look up clips of them from Carnival Phantasm after I finished UBW.

Then there was Lancer. This man, THIS MAN, deserves a break. I did not expect UBW to make me like him as much as I did given how little he actually shows up.

I know he's doomed to fail in any adaption of Fate/Stay Night due to Kirei's actions but I'd still like to see him get a decent partner in one story.

I didn't mention it back then but I found his reaction to Kirei and Gilgamesh's scheme in Fate 06 moral. Cu Chulainn has a morality that shows itself in UBW as well when he decides to save Rin just because he likes her and Shirou.

He's like an uncle. He finds them hilarious when forming an alliance which is a comedy trio that I still did not know I needed till I saw it.

I also liked him killing Kirei in this story. The bastard deserved worse, some may wonder why he died so easily, but keep in mind that Lancers spear is cursed.

Even if Kirei's heart stopped in Fate/Zero it wont change the fact that having your heart pierced by Gae Bulg is to be cursed by it.

I also liked seeing him use runes. People forget that he was trained in rune magic while alive.

Then there's Gilgamesh

Right off the bat I'll state that I like him as a villain in UBW more than I did in the Fate Route. His obsession with Saber is...well I'm not sure how to put it into words.

Hollow I guess? I dunno.

It may be that I just find myself agreeing with his goal in UBW. His distaste for the modern era, the direction humanity has taken. It's hard to not feel an apathy or boredom with our modern world.

For Gilgamesh this annoyance is amplified. It's not stated in UBW but he is the reason the Age of Gods ended sooner than later. He has clairvoyance and while alive he saw a future of humanity moving past their planet to the stars.

With that in mind and spite against the gods he severed that link. If you play FGO and reach Babylonia, Uruk, you see how he ran his kingdom too.

When he goes on about superfluous or people knowing value in themselves he means it. This does not make him or his actions ok but I do get it.

He made a bet and humanity has let him down.

Original vs Fake

Then there's the other big highlight of UBW, his battle with Shirou.

This battle is interesting for a variety of reasons due to how Shirou's existence contrasts to his own.

In his fight with Archer they had this somewhat poetic undertone of the two meshing. Archer, devoid a master, is losing mana and weakening.

In contrast, Shirou is learning Archer's muscle memory and past as their blades clash. He's getting better as they battle. Of course, Archer could end it at any point but he doesn't because he feels like he'll lose in another way if he doesn't kick his own ass in a fair fight.

It's humorous, it shows stubbornness in both but also acts like a metaphor of the past and future syncing up. It shows they're the same person despite how much they hate each other.

While the battle with Gilgamesh is a stomp as you would expect it to be. Gilgamesh is a real hero, the oldest hero we have on written record. Shirou is the fake wishing to be a hero.

Shirou does not deny this either. Gilgamesh calls him a fake as an insult but Shirou claims it. In this battle, its Shirou speaking the truth and that angers Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh can't stand the fact that someone who imitates could be a threat to him. Of course, many will argue that Shirou isn't but I am not about to dive into the Gilgamesh power scaling debates. I'm too old for that DBZ banter.

In truth, Gilgamesh loses this battle solely because of his arrogance. Had Gilgamesh recognized this Shirou for the threat he was and used Ea to atomize him he would have won. But he didn't, he could not accept that he'd need Ea to win when even Heracles fell to his treasury of weapons.

I'll even agree with Shirou here. He does make a good argument that Gilgamesh is a fake in his own way. He's a king, and while Shirou is wrong about him not being a warrior, it is true that Gilgamesh never mastered one weapon.

His treasury is his weapon. The originals, the stuff noble phantasms would later be based on. He's proud of that collection so seeing Shirou's imitations is highly offensive to the king because he knows that could be a problem deep down.

Against most spirits Gilgamesh will ruin them easily, by his own admission Shirou's unlimited blade works would falter quickly against any true hero who's mastered a single weapon, but in a highly specific circumstance these two abilities cancel out.

It's akin to rock paper scissors or even pokemon typing...perhaps a better example is the devil fruit weaknesses in One Piece.

Unlimited Blade Works is a hard counter to the Gate of Babylon. So long as Shirou has the mana he can copy and negate the weapons Gilgamesh throws at him.

The very notion of this, the very fact that a fake can be as good as the original, is no doubt the most insulting truth Gilgamesh can't deny.

Heck, you could even argue Gilgamesh would've won had he donned his armor or used his chains but that's moot as well. The point his his arrogance lost him this battle.

The Gates of Babylon may not be his only weapon but that's what he relied on because he hated that Unlimited Blade Works could match it.

Seiba & Archer

The final thing that stuck out to me, at least one worthy of extensive words, is Saber's reaction to Archer's reveal.

You’d expect Shirou to argue but he simply listens. Instead it is Saber who talks here. Or perhaps the better word is she ‘inquired’ his beliefs.

While watching her do so I began to find it more like she’s trying to defend her own ideals by proxy in this scene.

The Fate Route works because she and shirou have that commonalty in idealism. Yet she also shares the regret Archer does for their mistakes in life.

UBW isnt the Fate route so she hasnt been set free from that mindset...at least not yet. Its clear she sees value in Shirou’s nature, perhaps due to that common self sacrificial nature but they never sit down and go into detail. Their friendship is close but it doesn't grow into the love that saves them both in Fate.

More interesting in this scene is that she cant find a good way to counter him, he even points out the similarity to her life to silence her protests when she tries. It's not a shouting match but it's clear she can't counter...and it makes sense why.

She can’t refute Archer's words because some part of her believes it. Whether she's right or wrong for doing so is obviously debatable but that may be a post on it's own...I'll have to think on that it.

I will say that I was happy to see Archers confrontation with Shirou helped her in some unseen way.

It may not be as focused on in UBW but I would’ve been sad if she left this route still tormented.

Conclusion

At the end of the day Unlimited Blade Works is a damn good show. I will admit I didn't feel as sucked into it as I was with Fate 2006 or Fate/Zero but I do see why it's the favorite for many.

I do wish the Fate Route would get another animation after watching this. I think my draw to Fate/Stay Night specifically is Saber herself and I feel most attached to a story that focuses on her.

I do like other Fate stories not related to FSN but that's that and this is this. I hope we one day get that Fate route remake.

Next time I tackle Heaven's Feel.

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For my other experiences with Fate go here: https://derekscorner.tumblr.com/tagged/fated-rantings

#fate series #fate ubw #fate unlimited blade works #fated rantings

[soda-boots]

Hänsel und Gretel

I went climbing (or more accurately bouldering) with him yesterday. My tumblr is just my journal at this point, and I’m not mad about that.

It was really fun. I wore my little shorts and my favourite sweater (my death sweater actually) and one of the few scarves I have with me at uni. I don’t really wear scarves actually, but it kept me warm throughout the night.

We walked to the climbing centre, after my show. Obviously me being an expert navigator led the way (sort of). That was so cringe of me to say (more than once), but I’m not really embarrassed. More squirmy reliving it.

The actual bouldering was great. I forgot how tiring and challenging it was. Additionally, I’m so used to bouldering outside and on these concrete rocks at the loop that I didn’t realise how different it felt inside with climbing holds. I hadn’t climbed in a while. It just makes me relive S5 again. That year of outdoor education; I miss outdoor Ed, and my little group there. The nostalgia is kicking in really quickly.

He was a natural at it. He was so good; it was mesmerising. When he did the overhang one, as he climbed up (and also to the side as it is angled) I couldn’t help but notice how muscular his calves were. I’m gushing at the memory now. Him moving up upside down was so spiderman like (I always did like Peter Parker). I wonder if he still reads my tumblr. It’s kind of swayed into me fawning over him sometimes. Which is fine for me to write ( I don’t reread it myself), but I wonder how it makes him feel. To be the object of someone’s desire. Like FKA twigs said in Pendelum -

“How does it feel to have me thinking about you? Wishing my words were enough to consume you”

Probably my favourite lyric from her. The placement of the onus of the crush being on the desired is so genius to me. We often reflect on crushes from our own point of view because it heavily involves us, we are the ‘feeler’ after all, but what about the other person ? Can you tell I like you so much? Do you feel an ooze of longing gushing out of me? Spilling everywhere like oil out a broken amphora. I want you and I want you to know that I want you (you do).

I’m just a little scared that this won’t go anywhere. The thought leaves me desolate. However, we have our funny moments like me falling off the wooden holds to see you taking photos of me or criticising the lack of “dynamicness” of archery. You listening to my show means a lot to me. Even though we haven’t known each other that long you mean a lot to me.

As a short addendum: Hansel and Gretel /Yeti was good. An improvement from last week though not where I want the show to be yet. I need to put in more effort, in spite of that it’s so cheery how chaotic the show feels at times. I hope the excitement and amusement is palpable. After climbing we joined some of the film pub crawl before getting there Ellis did talk about bridges (which was endearing). I asked him about which George the bridge was built (I barely remember the Georges myself). Someone, a Zoe(y), complimented my scarf, so kind of her. She looked great ! And her tag along Cameron looked lovely too. We ended up sitting down at a table and 2 other guys came along (one business and ancient history/archeology I think ). I always wanted to do classics in school. I told him about the thom yorke house and he mentioned his association with Cavern. I’m starting to feel more comfortable talking to him in person.

I should go now. This was invigorating.

edit: I realised I only ever really talk about Ellis physically, probably because it's just easier for me to write. And so much less invasive for me to write. I don't really like writing about how other people exist in relation to me. He's so funny, and not in a like he's a jokester way, but in a we can have banter way. Like I don't feel bad being slightly mean in my humour with him. [Song interjection - Family by Bjork is so harmonious. Those strings and I can't even describe it - celestial ringings? - are so calming for me] In some ways he has a lot of things I desire. He just seems so effortlessly normal, and smart and kind. He can drink beer and doesn't have an unusual reaction to coffee (though feeling faint does kind of moot this point); he lives in a uni house with his friends. Something that still kind of bothers me. When I think about it, in some ways I feel like a failure in that I couldn't cobble together enough friends (or even integrate with people) to get a uni house. I so want to be quintessential sometimes, and it hurts that I'm so violently not at times. In reality, a lot of these things don't bother me most of the time. And I do NOT think me liking Ellis stems from some psychological urge for normalcy (I enjoy many normal things and above average things in my life and it would be disingenuous to imply I don't. Nonetheless, often I have this picture of how things should go and it does feel debilitating when everything isn't picturesque), but just that we get along and have similar interests. I do like he likes art, and reads (the fact that I even have to put that as an attractive quality). He's sporty/athletic. He has things that he's passionate about and willing to talk about. He seems to be interested in what I have to say too. There's something so refreshing about when people feel like they care about what you say. Sometimes I feel quite invisible (the whole photo/stalker thing sort of worsens that). I know I'm not. I do see people who greet me back often. I love to feel acknowledged.

Anyway let's stop with all this woe of me bullshit. Let's look at the nice parts of my day. I have people I can talk to about things, and send funny tiktoks and have a nice chat to. I saw the taylor swift film, which I enjoyed. I allow myself to follow my interests passionately. I allow myself the freedom to change my hair, so drastically (it's not that drastic). Maybe reinvention isn't the solution, but it's a calming one. Vulnicura is a bop and a half. Interesting, I've been coming back to it so much all year.

Edit: I just seem to lack contentment. I have so much to be happy about. And I am

#journal #university #climbing

[bazmichaels]

Early Me

Well now, since this is my memoir, I suppose I need to talk about me from this point forward. That’s a little uncomfortable for me, but I’ve decided to tell my story for posterity. It’s not flashy or exciting, but if you have any reason to learn about my life, I’ll tell you everything I can remember. As I begin writing this memoir, I am 60 years old. My memory isn’t what used to be, but I’ll do my best to pull out as much as possible from my memory banks. So here I was, just as cute as can be. Probably not too long after we moved into Gran and Daddy’s house. You’re never too young to start good dental hygiene practices.

And this is me and my older sister Linda, taking the fashion world by storm.

My very first memories are of my grandparents’ house on Gettysburg Road in San Antonio. My mother had moved back in with her folks after the divorce, but now she had a couple of kids with her. The picture on right, courtesy of Google Street Maps, is what the house and front yard looks like today (2022).

It was a bit less overgrown back in the ‘60s, but it’s basically what I remember when I was a kid, and when I drove by there on a visit to San Antonio around 2012. The scraggly tree up by the sidewalk is a mesquite tree, and they grow all over Southwest Texas. There was also at least one in the backyard. I remember these iconic Southwest trees would drop seedpods on the ground, and they were strangely entertaining to play with.

But the strongest memories are of the long, sharp, and sturdy thorns. I don’t know how many times I was speared by one of these painful adversaries, but it was a lot. I liked going outside in my bare feet, particularly in a steamy summer rainstorm, but I learned quickly to stay out from under the mesquite trees unless fully shoed; and even then, you would run the risk of a mighty thorn penetrating the soul of your shoes. And never, ever, fall under a mesquite tree. The house itself doesn’t look that big, but it does go back a ways from the front. We almost never used the front door that you can see from the street. We would go in and out of the door that came out onto the carport.

Daddy parked his sweet Buick Electra in the carport when he was home, and my mom’s super-hot green Mustang was there, too, when she got home from work.

In the meantime, it was a great place to play. I’d throw balls off the wall, practice kickball, even practice archery in there. I remember one time when my uncle used the smooth cement floor as a standing slip-n-slide, which ended up with him breaking his nose. Behind the carport was a fairly large storage room that we referred to as the garage.

When you went into the kitchen from the carport, you would go into the dining room. The dining room had (I think) two tables where you could eat, But the main things were the radio and a black and white TV. Gran would play the radio, and she would let my sister and I control the station. Songs I specifically remember were Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head, The Streak, and The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Daddy would watch the TV in the dining room when he was home, usually with a Pearl beer. That TV had rabbit ears and Daddy was able to pick up a couple of stations out of Mexico. He loved to watch the bullfights on TV. He told us that when he was a kid still in Mexico, he and his brothers and friends would climb into bull pens and run across them – trying not to get killed. I also remember watching baseball with Daddy on the dining room TV. The Orioles were on national TV quite often, and my favorite players were Jim Palmer, Brooks Robinson, and big ole Boog Powell.

Boog was just a great big beefy, strong dude. He cut the ends of his sleeves off to show off his massive arms. He took huge swings and hit massive bombs. Palmer was a pretty boy, but he threw gas. Brooks Robinson was the most athletic third baseman of his era. He was a vacuum cleaner at the hot corner and made spectacular plays with regularity.

On weekday afternoons, Gran would watch her shows, i.e., soap operas and game shows. I’d watch some of the game shows like Hollywood Squares, Password, and Let’s Make a Deal, but the only soap I had any interest in was Dark Shadows, the adventures of the vampire Barnabus Collins. I thought that was so cool.

To the right of the dining room was an extension to the house that served as my Uncle Bob’s room, when he was home from college. The thing I remember most about Bob’s room was his album collection – especially as I got a little older: Cheech & Chong, George Carlin, Herb Alpert (album cover), Carly Simon (album cover).

The large living room was to the left of the dining room (as you look in from the carport). It was sort of divided into two sections: the music room and the TV room. You entered the music room from the central hallway and then proceeded to the TV room, which was where the front door was. The music room had a piano and a very nice organ.

Daddy played both very well, but I think he really preferred playing the organ. I loved watching him play the organ, with the more complex foot pedals and some mystery knobs that he would occasionally fiddle with. His father was a preacher who wrote hymns in Spanish. I was actually contacted by a researcher recently who wanted to know something about one of his hymns (I had no clue). No one else in the family seemed to play. I was forced to take a few weeks of piano lessons, learned to play Born Free, gave a recital, hated it, and quit because I would rather play outside. Regrets? I’ve had a few.

The other half of the living room is where we would watch the color TV.

While Daddy and I were happy watching baseball and Mexican bullfighting on the black and white TV, we always watched football, and by that, I mean the Dallas Cowboys, as a family on the color TV. I specifically remember the Cowboys/Redskins game on Thanksgiving Day in 1974, the last year we would watch football as a family, before we moved to Ohio. Starting Hall of Fame quarterback Roger Staubach went down with a concussion with 10 minutes left in the 3rd quarter and the Cowboys down 16-3. Rookie quarterback Clint Longley came in and started throwing bombs to his wide receivers, including the game winning 50-yard TD pass with 28 seconds left in the game. Very memorable game, obviously.

Other than Cowboys football, we watched shows on all 3 network channels on the color TV. Shows like The Brady Bunch (how you doing, Marsha, Marsha, Marsha?), Bewitched, I Dream of Jeanni, Gilligan’s Island (sup Mary Ann?), The Partridge Family, Get Smart, Dick Van Dyke, The Lucy Show, The Six Million Dollar Man, Wonder Woman, Star Trek, and Laugh In. My sister and I watched cartoons, but I preferred to be outside whenever the sun was up. But we watched Bugs Bunny and his Warner Bros pals, Popeye, and The Flintstones (not my favorites), Bullwinkle (a work of pure unadulterated genius), and my favorite cartoon – the classic Johnny Quest. There were other cartoons I watched, but I think those came after the time I was living at the Gettysburg house. Other TV shows I think I watched at least a few times on that color TV were: Love, American Style; That Girl; Flipper; Tarzan*; The Flying Nun; Marcus Welby, M.D.; I Spy; The Mod Squad; Room 222; The Andy Williams Show; Gentle Ben; The Lawrence Welk Show; Please Don't Eat The Daisies; Julia; Here Come the Brides; A Family Affair; Batman; The Beverly Hillbillies; The Carol Burnett Show; The Andy Griffith Show; The Addams Family; The Munsters; The Wonderful World of Disney; The Twilight Zone; The Courtship of Eddie's Father; Hogan's Heroes; Mission: Impossible; Bonanza; The Ed Sullivan; Dragnet; Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom; The Monkees; Lost in Space; American Bandstand; My Three Sons; Daniel Boone; Green Acres; McHale's Navy; Petticoat Junction; The Smothers Brothers; Wide World of Sports; F Troop; Gomer Pyle; Petticoat Junction; My Three Sons.

I had a metal Tarzan lunchbox with Tarzan fighting a lion with a knife. It was cool.

The rest of the house was where the bathroom and the bedrooms were. I don’t really remember too much about that part of the house. Just treating my various injuries in the bathroom, where we kept the medical supplies. The coolest thing was when I’d get an earache, Gran would roll up a piece of newspaper, stick the pointy end in my ear, and light the other end on fire. We’d do that by the toilet so we could throw the flaming paper into the toilet before it caught my head on fire. Did it work? I have no idea – but I still remember it. I spent tons of time in the backyard. I remember it seeming enormous to me as a kid. When I went back to visit as an adult, it really wasn’t that big. Funny. It had a couple of mesquite trees that forced you to watch out for thorns, but there were some wide-open spaces for running around and playing sports. My uncle and I had some epic throwing sessions with both footballs and baseballs. My uncle was a fast runner, and I got good at a young age at throwing passes to a receiver on the run. My uncle also introduced me to the phrase “if you can touch it, you can catch it". I got good at catching, too. Something I would do by myself in the backyard was play with little green toy soldiers.

There was a patch of dirt around the tetherball pole that was my battlefield. My uncle found it appalling that I would ‘play’ like that. I get it now, but it didn’t mean anything to me back then. When I went back as an adult, I found a toy soldier in the lawn where the battlefield was, and the memories all came rushing back.

The garage was the place of the earliest event I can remember. The garage had a bunch of tools, stacks and stacks of National Geographic magazines, a refrigerator, a bathroom, yard tools, and I’m sure other stuff I never noticed. One rule that was thrust upon me by my overlords at an early age was that I was not allowed to open the refrigerator. That was the dumbest rule I ever heard, said three-year-old me, so, one day, I slipped into the garage when the fascist grown-ups looked away for a moment, and I used all my considerable toddler strength and opened that goddamn refrigerator door. I peered inside the belly of the beast and staring back at me was an ice-cold bottle of Coca Cola, which at the time was literally crack. With no idea how I would open the bottle cap, I got so excited I grabbed the bottle and started running, with a rush of excitement I’d never felt before. I’ve always been bottom heavy, so I was a good runner even at a young age; however, I was not used to running with anything as heavy and slippery as a 12 oz bottle of Coke. I stumbled. As I was falling, of course, I dropped the bottle. Did I mention it was a glass bottle? That’s how we rolled back in the day. So, I’m falling; I drop the bottle; it breaks on the ground; I finish falling by putting my hands out to break my fall; my left hand comes down on a chard of broken glass; I start to bleed my own blood. The grownups were right outside the garage, so they got to see me bleed all over the place. They were able to whisk me away to some sort of medical facility, where I received a couple of butterfly stiches and a lollypop for my troubles. I’ve had the scar on my hand my whole life. This reminds me of another incident that took place before I can remember it. I’m not sure how old I was, but I was apparently climbing/crawling around a glass coffee table. No, I didn’t fall through and break the glass, but I did fall face first and got a big gash between my eyebrows. Heads bleed a lot, so my mom took me to a medical facility – I wonder if it was the same one as the one for my hand. The doctor decided the gash was big enough to warrant stitches. Well, when the doctor started the first stich, the skin on my forehead opened up, and my mother caught a glimpse of my skull. She passed out. Fortunately, there were many medical professionals nearby to take care of her.

As much as I loved hanging out in my grandparents’ backyard, once I was old enough to ride a bicycle with proficiency, I would spend as much time as I could on my bicycle. I loved my bike. I don’t remember exactly how it looked, but it was a Huffy – the greatest kids bike ever made, and it wasn’t super expensive. I remember it had a banana seat and sparkly gold paint. It was as tough as a Sherman tank. It survived crashes, jumps, spinouts, wheelies, and countless rides through the woods. I don’t even remember who they were, but some friends and I would ride our bikes out into the woods and be gone all day. Everything was cool as long as I was back for dinner. Sometimes, one of us would find some dirty magazines in the woods. We didn’t know what we were looking at, but those were good days – we felt like men on those days.

One day, we found a BB gun in the woods. I think it was the only time I ever shot one of those. We shot rocks and trees. I remember one time when I had the BB gun and I saw a sparrow sitting on a tree branch. It was another opportunity for me to be a man. I slowly raised the weapon and set my sites on my helpless prey. I lined up the target perfectly. I expelled the air from mu lings and was perfectly still. When I pulled the trigger, I could see the projectile exit the barrel, limp toward the imperiled creature, and take a lazy right turn and land harmlessly in the leaves under the tree. That BB gun was crap. But I started feeling a little queasy after a while. What if the BB gun could shoot straight and I killed that little bird? I had no right to take its life. I was certainly not going to eat it. It would have been a senseless murder of an innocent creature. I realized then that I don’t have the shooting/killing gene. If that makes me soft, I don’t care.

I never had my own paper route, but I was happy to help a friend of mine that had one. We’d divide up the prep work and the routes based on the number of kids that showed up to help the guy who owned the route. I thought it was kind of fun and I got to ride my bike and make a little money. Just a little wholesome child labor to teach kids the value of a hard day’s work.

[anapotatowriter]

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Overwhelmed

Edmund Pevensie x reader

A/N: Hey, love! Yes, my requests are open! Check out my masterlist for the rules and the fandoms! This isn't very long, but it's like, cutesy, so~ I hope you like it! If you don't, feel free to ask me to edit it in any way! Also, when requesting, please specify the era you want the story in, it makes it much easier for me!

Summary: Edmund notices that his wife has been overexerting herself as Queen, drafting ideas, practicing archery, helping Peter with tasks, and a million other things. He decides to clear their schedules and have some fun.

Contains: Teeth rotting fluff, stressed reader, Golden age!Au, wife!reader, Edmund being the all-out good husband that he definitely would be, one swear word.

Requested: Yes!

"Good morning," I heard a familiar voice whisper, making me smile subconsciously. "Morning, my love," I said softly, opening my eyes to see Edmund looking at me already. His soft brown eyes were swirling with a lighter brown color, like coffee with swirls of milk. "We should get up," I yawned, going to get out of bed. "Mmmm, five more minutes," he mumbled, pulling back near him and nuzzling his nose into the base of my neck. The satin of my dress rubbed against my skin, a stark contrast from the cotton of the boy's nightclothes. "Fineeeee," I conceded, relaxing my body into the plush bed. "Wait, shit," I remember, my eyes flying open as I jumped out of bed. "Owwww," he groaned as he landed with a thud on the ground. "Sorry, love! Gotta go! I have stuff to do," I called, grabbing my towel and running into the bathroom. I quickly changed into a modest gown, simple enough to slip on easily but nice enough to not look odd. I quickly braided my hair, placing the rose gold crown, shaped into intricate flowers, on the top of my head.

"Good morning," I called as I walked into the dining room, where Susan, Peter, and Lucy were already sitting. "I am so sorry I am late," I gasped, rushing down the long dining table and grabbing a piece of toast. As I ran back out of the dining hall, I heard Susan say, "Y/N, can you help me with archery today?" "Yeah, of course, Susan," I called out, running to the courtyard. "Hello!" I called out, placing the piece of toast on the side. "Good morning, Queen Y/N," said Oreius, bowing his head. "Let's get to the guards, shall we?" I said, clapping my hands together. I walked with Oreius to the training grounds, the piece of toast left behind in the courtyard. "I would like to thank you again, Queen Y/N, for volunteering to encourage the troops and train with them. Your perceptive nature is useful to learn about with regards to battle," he said gratefully. I smiled and said, "It's no problem! Let's get to work, shall we?"

Two hours later, I scurried away to Peter's office. When I walked in, his golden crown, shaped into intertwined leaves, lay crooked on the top of his head, his equally golden hair disheveled as his hands ran through them. When the door creaked open, he looked up hopefully before breaking into a grin, his baby blue eyes releasing any of the tension they held earlier. "Thank god you are here, Y/N! You are literally a blessing," rambled the young king as we both sat down and poured over his notes, ideas, plans, and battle strategies for the next few hours. "I've gotta go help Susan with her archery now," I called, running out of the room, the dark green material of my dress flying behind me as I ran. "Thank you, Y/N! Same time tomorrow?' he asked. "Of course, Pete!" I yelled as I ran to the archery range. I reached the ground to see Susan standing in a purple dress, her own golden crown shining in the bright sunlight of the evening sun.

"Hello, Susan," I puffed, getting out my own bow and quiver. "Let's get some warm-up done first," I said, and she nodded. I pulled out one of the arrows from the white quiver on my back and placed it onto the bow. I pulled the string and arrow back, the dark green feathers of the arrow brushing against my cheek. Twang after twang rang through the empty field as Susan and I shot arrow after arrow. "So Susan, since your weapons rarely seem to miss, we should practice making your archery faster. There is no point in knowing archery if you are too slow to fight the enemy," I said. I spent hours with Susan training her in the dangerous art of archery. "Thank you so much, Y/N," she expressed thankfully as we packed away our stuff. "No problem!" I said happily before running to the library. I sat at one of the desks and lit a candle since the sun had already set. I barely acknowledged the empty feeling in my stomach from the lack of food as I poured upon the works in the library. I analyzed thick wads of texts bound by twine and intricately designed leather-bound books, writing agreements, treaties, and plans for the other nations around Narnia.

"Hello, my love," said a voice from behind me, making me jump violently and turn around. "Oh! You scared me, you daft bimbo," I complained, looking back at the words in the book in front of me. "Sorry," he chuckled sheepishly, swooping down to press a kiss on my cheek, making me giggle at the ticklish feeling. "Go away, I need to work," I protested when he walked around the table to face me. "Y/N, you haven't eaten all day!" he sighed, pushing some of the hair that had fallen from my braid. "Who cares, Ed! I don't have time to eat, I have so much work to do!" I exclaimed, rummaging through the notes I had made. "Ok then. I won't tell you what to do, since you know what is best for you. Just come to bed soon love," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before leaving, his sliver crown glinting under the flickering candlelight.

Hours later, I stretched and got out of my chair, putting away the manuscripts. I picked up the notes I had drafted and left them on Peter's table before going to Edmund and I's chambers. There, I saw the candles still burning, Edmund sleeping uncomfortable, his torso supported by the headboard. I slowly tried to ease the brunette under the sheets, but the movement made him make up. "Hey, love," he said sleepily. "Why are you sleeping like that?" I questioned, beginning to change into my nightgown. "I wanted to wait up for you, but you were really late, so I fell asleep," he said, clinging onto me as soon as I climbed into bed. "Go to bed, my love," I said, sighing in exhaustion before falling asleep.

As much as Y/N had hoped Edmund hadn't realized, he had. He noticed everything. The dark circles under her eyes, the late sleeping time, early wake-up time, the lack of eating, and the constant running around. When she was working in the library, he gathered all his siblings in one room. "What is wrong with all of you?!" he exclaimed agitatedly, his hand running through his hair as he paced the carpeted floors. "What are you talking about, Ed?" asked Susan, concerned for her younger brother. "Y/N. She has been running around all day, doing YOUR tasks! She is barely sleeping, not eating, constantly running around and accomplishing tasks for you!' he exclaimed. "What?" asked Peter defensively, though realization dawned on his face. "How long has it been since any of you saw Y/N eat? Or sleep for longer than three hours? Or even just sit and relax? She has been running around all day, helping with archery, meeting dignitaries, helping in the kitchen, helping the guards train, meeting the citizens, and millions of other things! She needs a fucking break, and none of you even realized!" said the brunette king angrily, accusingly pointing at his siblings, who had guilty expressions on their faces. "What should we do?" asked Susan, concerned for her young sister-in-law, who she loved dearly. "Clear her schedule for tomorrow, let her sleep in, and actually take a break," commanded Edmund, and all three siblings nodded. "Of course, Ed. Whatever she needs," said Peter, standing up. Edmund nodded gratefully before going to the library. There, you had fallen asleep on your books, your body more relaxed than it had been in ages. "Up we get love,"  said Edmund softly, picking up the H/C haired girl and carrying her bridal style to her room. "Hey Ed," stirred the young girl, rubbing her eyes. "Change and get into bed, Y/N," said the boy softly. Y/N nodded blearily, changed, and climbed into the cold sheets. "Cold," she whined sleepily, making Edmund chuckle as he climbed into bed with her, the sheets soon becoming warm. "Good night, darling," he said, kissing the girl's forehead softly before drifting off himself.

"Good morning," I said when I woke up, feeling better rested than I had felt in weeks. "Why is it so sunny out?" I yawned, looking up at the brunette sitting up next to me. "Because it's almost 11 in the morning," said Edmund, making my eye widen as I fell out of bed. "Why didn't you wake me? I have so much to do, I need to help Oreius, and Mr. Tumnus, and Peter, and," I rambled as I pushed myself off of the ground and tried to tie my hair up. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, stop panicking, I got everything on your schedule canceled for the day," said Edmund, grabbing my shoulders to make me look at him. "Why would you do that?" I asked, stopping my movements. "Because you were over-exerting yourself, Y/N! You needed a break," said Edmund, pushing away the strands of hair on my face and cupping my cheeks. "Now, you will go, get ready, and then meet me at the stables," he commanded, a playful glint in his eyes. "Fineeeee," I mock groaned, going to the bathroom and getting ready for the day. I donned a  light green dress, flowers embroidered into the hems. I placed my crown on my head, not bothering to do anything with my hair other than comb them.

"Hey, Ed!" I said as I reached the stables. "I got Andromeda ready for you," he said sweetly, helping me up onto the horse before climbing onto Philip himself. "Hey Andromeda, it's been a while," I said softly, nuzzling my nose into her neck. Her black coat shone in the dazzling sunlight as she whinnied slightly before starting off into a trot. I sighed happily as the gentle sunshine soaked into my skin. "It's been so long," I said, glancing at Edmund beside me. "Way longer than I would like," he agreed, smiling softly at me. "Stop here," said Edmund, making Andromeda pause right at the border to the western woods. "Why?" I questioned as Edmund swooped off of Philip and held his hand out to me to help me down. "You'll see," he said cheekily, making a smile spread across my face in excitement. He brought out a huge basket along with a sheet. He spread the sheet onto the grassy floor, half of the sheet in the shade of a tree. He placed the basket down and sat me down next to him. "FOOD!" he exclaimed dramatically, flipping over the lid of the basket to reveal all sorts of food, desserts, and delicacies. Delicate ices, thinly sliced fruit, dense chocolate cake, foamy fruit juices, and well-spiced dishes. "Edmund!" I cheered, kissing his cheek quickly before taking out the food. After we finished eating, Edmund lay down on the ground, his face under the shade of the tree. I curled up next to him, heavy drowsiness clouding my mind. "Today was amazing, Ed. I am glad you did this," I sighed happily, sleep quickly taking me.

"I love you, darling. You deserve this and more," I heard him say faintly. "I'll take better care of myself," I mumbled, nuzzling my face into his neck. "Sleep now, my love," I heard before I drifted off.

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[mommymooze]

Flowers in Your Hair

Dimitri x reader

Coming from a coastal city of Faerghus, you are a very successful blacksmiths eldest daughter. Your parents finally give in to your nonstop requests to go to the academy. As shy as you are, they cannot believe you want to leave home and go out on your own. Somehow you feel the dream is worth it.

Classes begin and you are in the Blue Lions House being from their territory. Everyone seems to know each other, and they are all loud and boisterous. Annette and Mercedes take you under their wing and help you get settled in the new environment. Professor Byleth instructs everyone in class about the basics of combat, fighting and defense. She decides that you may have a talent in brawling, archery, and faith magic. You are certainly not very tall, most of the guys in this class tower over you, however you do have muscles.

You are terribly shy at first until you become more acquainted with the team. You tolerate Sylvain’s flirting, turning him down in the nicest way every single time. You actually make friends with Dedue working with him in the gardens. You help Annette learning faith magic by letting her work on your bruises from sparring and you also move barrels to safer locations all around the monastery so there is less for her to trip over. Baking with Mercedes is pure joy and everyone gets excited when they see the two of you headed for the kitchens. Ashe is your archery buddy and you tell each other stories while practicing. You’ve had many late night chats with Ingrid when she is frustrated about her goals of becoming a knight, encouraging her and telling her she is on the right path.

Your favorite person is Dimitri. He is a giant in your eyes. He is strong and polite and caring. Leading the Lions into battle with Dedue on one side and you on the other, the three friends are a force to be reckoned with. Even though he is the crown prince, he never acts like he is above anyone. You’ve never met a noble quite like him.

Sometimes the two of you will talk in the greenhouse while you work on the flowers and vegetables.

“Bend down a second Dimitri.” You ask him with a smile.

The tall man bends and watches as you place a blue flower just over his right ear.

You then hand him another flower, asking him to place yours for you. He blushes and as gently as he can, takes the stem of the flower to stick it over your right ear as well.

“Now we match.” You grin. “I wonder who thought of decorating people with flowers. I am glad they didn’t decide to do it with vegetables. I don’t think you’d be as cute if you had a green bean over your ear.”

Dimitri laughs. “I think you would still be cute, even if it was a carrot or a pea pod.”

“Next Garland Moon I will make you a crown of cherry tomatoes.” You snicker.

“Are you hungry? It is close to dinner and you’re talking a lot about food.” He asks.

“I’m finished here, so let’s head to the dining hall.” You reach out to grab his hand as he helps you from the ground.

You dust the dirt from your knees and head toward the door. Dimitri’s long legs carry him to the door just quickly enough that he can open it for you to pass through. Walking side by side to the dining hall your shoulder brushes with his arm and it makes him blush.

The dining hall is fairly full, but there is space at the Blue Lions table for both of you. Normally you sit on opposite sides so you can see Dimitri’s reactions to the conversations going on, today you have to sit next to him. Mercedes asks a question, and you turn to face her, your knee lightly touching his thigh and Dimitri drops his fork on his plate.

“We have flowers because we’re part of the cute club today! Want to join? I’ll go get everyone a flower.” You happily offer.

Mercedes laughs softly, “Oh, I don’t think any of us could compare to your cuteness right now.” Annette giggles in affirmation.

“You would all be adorable with flowers!” You declare loudly.

Sylvain grins, “I for one would love to see all of our lovely ladies wearing flowers.” Felix grunts in disapproval of everything Sylvain has to say as he stabs the meat on his plate.

Ashe perks up, “I remember a story I read once about how fair maidens would bestow flowers upon their braves knights before battles…” and continues to tell the story during the meal.

Everyone leaves to go their separate ways, Dimitri heads out to the lance workshop the Professor is teaching. You decide to go to the greenhouse to gather and distribute flowers to everyone in the Blue Lions. Sylvain is more than happy to let you place a flower on him and offers a kiss in return which you quickly decline. When you ask Dedue he kindly bows low so that you may gently place the flower over his ear. Annette, Mercedes and even Ingrid happily wear their flowers. You find Ashe in the library looking for the book he was talking about over dinner and he blushes as you place his flower for him. The only one left is Felix.

You head to the Knight’s Hall, however that is where Byleth is holding class. He’s not there, so you skedaddle to the training grounds. Felix is beating up on one of the knights. You ask him if he will let you place his flower. He refuses, of courswe.

“Spar with me. I win, you wear the flower.” You tease.

“Fine.” He grunts, raising his sword.

“Nope! Hand to hand!” You take your brawlers stance, knowing that he won’t refuse.

Felix tosses the sword and immediately runs at you, you bend low at the last moment grabbing his legs and throwing him over your shoulder. You wrestle with him for 30 minutes. His arms are tired and he’s sweating, but finally decides that you are indeed the winner. (You beat him the first time, so he said 2 out of 3, but when you won 3 of 3 he knew he lost.) You do a little victory shuffle and then place the flower behind his ear.

Heading to the Knights Hall the class is being dismissed. Dimitri is walking out with Dedue. You overly exaggerate a shocked look at Dimitri.

“What? Is something wrong?” Dimitri is looking left and right around him, having no idea what is going on.

“Your flower is gone! Dedue still has his!” You point out, and sure enough, his best friend is still proudly displaying his blossom.

“My apologies, I was so focused on training, I did not notice that it must have fallen.” Dimitri bows, begging your forgiveness. Dedue takes this as an opportune time to head toward his room, providing a bit of privacy to the both of you.

“You are so lucky that I have one bloom left.” You smile as your fingers beckon him to come closer and bend so you can reach. Carefully you brush some stray hairs behind his ear, then tuck the new flower behind his ear. You place a kiss next to the flower. “There, cute as a button.”

Dimitri blushes profusely as he is left speechless.

“I’m going to take a walk around for a bit. You know, enjoy the night air before the chill sets in. Want to come along?” You look at him hopefully.

“Um…Yes! Certainly! By all means!” His brain finally kicks back in and he offers an elbow. Taking his arm, you thread your hand through the crook and walk with him talking about things studied in class and other random things. You find yourselves on the bridge to the Cathedral just as the sun is setting.

“Wow. Those colors are amazing. I don’t think Ignatz could paint that many different shades of red, orange and yellow.” You sigh.

You both marvel at the colors as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon. The sun took its warmth when it left, and the chill of the night air begins to settle in. Dimitri walks you back to your room. You both hesitate at the threshold. You suddenly turn and throw your arms around him giving him a huge hug.

“That was pretty romantic for a first date!” You laugh as you quickly head in your room and close the door.

Dimitri stands and stares at the door for a moment, then turns towards his room, chuckling to himself.

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[miraculouswolf99]

The Language of Flowers

I love Chloe Salt and while this is not the most action-packed of one-shots, I hope you all appreciate the effort that I did to research each and every meaning of the flowers.

*****

Lyon and Vallia Garden.

The first, a teen that would be described as having a heart of ice and a gaze that could freeze you solid. His twin sister, on the other hand, was pretty much said to be a flower garden made human with tree sap instead of blood.

Yet the two stuck to each other as if they were one of those pairs of conjoined twins. The two were opposites in personality, style, and even how they talk. But even then, they were as close as a brother and sister could be.

Nobody in Ms.Bustier's really had any idea about the two foreign students in their class. Of course, they knew that it was part of a program for students of different countries to experience other cultures. But it was almost like having two ghosts in class. They would come and go each day, silent as ever, and it was like they were never there at all.

There wasn't really much of a problem with them, especially since the first day they were there was pretty much the only time they had ever spoken. But they spoke only to give the class brat, Chloe, a good tongue lashing that they all thought she deserved when she tried to make the two as submissive to her as Sabrina. But since then, the two were so silent that most people that were not in the classroom thought that they were mute.

"They two of them are such a mystery," Nino says, a lot of the class hanging out in the classroom during a break since an akuma attack was recently stopped.

The twins were not in the room for reasons no one else knew.

"A mystery wrapped in an enigma and stuffed into a riddle," Alya added, the reporter in her really frustrated.

"They are not as bad as you guys think," Adrien tells them, a bit tired after his fight as Cat Noir.

"How can you be so sure," Alix crosses her arms. "They don't talk to anyone but each other and never in a language we understand."

"I've seen Lyon at his archery practice sometimes when Kagami and I are at fencing," Adrien says. "He probably just has high expectations expected of him like Kagami and me."

"It is probably the same for Vallia, as well, then," Marinette agreed.

"They could, at least, make an effort with us," Kim said.

"My calculations say that there is a less than five percent chance that the two will speak with any of us," Max says.

"They need to learn their places," Chloe sneered. "Bowing at my feet."

"Why are you even here, Chloe," Alya put her hands on her hips. "Everything that ever comes out of your mouth is about as trashy as that dumpster akuma last week."

It had been a garbage man that was having a bad day. Apparently, his daughter was sick, his partner in the truck would not stop singing opera, and then one grosser bags he was trying to put in the truck ripped open. All that combined made him a prime target for Hawkmoth. Luckily, Ladybug, Cat Noir, White Wolf, and Beautifly managed to stop him from turning Paris into one giant landfill. Which, ironically, was his villain name. Landfill.

"My father will hear about..." Chloe tried.

"Shut up, Chloe," Marinette yelled. "Maybe the reason they don't talk to us is that they think we are all just as under your pathetic thumb as Sabrina."

"I'd rather be turned back into Timebreaker than be her minion," Alix stated.

"Adrikins, you going to let them talk to me like that," Chloe tried to whine.

For once, Adrien didn't even try to defend her. He turned away from her, shaking his head. To say that the young model was sick of her never-changing attitude would be the understatement of the century. He did a lot of thinking after the Despair Bear incident. Chloe would never change how she was. She has gotten away with it for too long to ever even want to change. She especially didn't change after being turned into Queen Wasp not too long ago.

"They've only been here for a little over two weeks," Marinette reminded them. "Maybe they just need more time to adjust."

"Having friends would help them adjust, girl," Alya put her hand on her best friend's shoulder.

"There is an 86.5 percent chance of them adjusting better with friends by their side," Max said, Markov floating by his head.

The class would have talked more, but they heard the sounds of two people chattering away in a foreign language coming toward the classroom. And since Lila was still MIA since her first day in class, that meant that it had to be the twins. Everyone quickly scrambled to get into their seats and not look like they had a class meeting without the entire class.

When Lyon and Vallia walked in, the silence that had fallen over the classroom seemed to be a lot worse than being caught in a class meeting. But the Greek twins simply walked to their seats in the back and sat down for class to start up again.

"Vríkate ta sostá louloúdia," Lyon whispered to his sister. Translated: Did you find the right flowers.

"Me píre lígo, allá to ékana," Vallia whispered back. Translated: Took me a while, but I did.

The two silently had smirks on their faces.

*****

The next day, the class was unbelievably shocked by what they saw when they walked into the classroom. There were bunches of flowers on all of their desks. A different flower was on each of them. No two desks had the same flower. Except that Ms.Bustier's desk seemed to have a flower bunch with one of each blossom in it.

"Geia," the Greek twins greeted them, standing at the front of the classroom.

Most of the class was too shocked by the flowers to notice that the two of them had actually talked to them.

"Was there some type of flower akuma and we didn't know about it," Alya looked disappointed that she might have missed an akuma attack for her blog.

"Pardon," Lyon crossed his arms.

The class suddenly realized that the twins were talking to them. The two of them were also each holding a few roses in their hands.

"Are you two actually talking to us," Alix asked.

"Eínai tóso dýskolo na eísai oraía," Lyon says to his sister. Translation: They make it so hard to be nice.

"Páre, aderfí," Vallia responded. Translation: Behave, brother.

"Class, sit down," Ms.Bustier instructed. "Lyon and Vallia have some things that they have collecting in order to share with us."

"Flowers," Max asked, confused.

"We basically grew up surrounded by nature," Vallia says. "Plants can be a language all on their own. You just have to know how to use them."

Lyon took a small sniff of the roses he was holding.

"Take roses, for example," he said. "They perfectly describe us. Roses are said to represent people that are quiet and traditional. Quite fitting for the two of us, isn't it."

The class all sat down in their respected seats. Adrien and Marinette were probably the most interested ones of the class, even if they were all curious. Except for Chloe, of course.

"We spent these last couple of weeks getting to know you guys from a distance," Vallia explained. "It is one of our family traditions to give flowers to someone when they enter the family. By marriage or birth."

"We decided to take that tradition and make a classroom version of it," Lyon says. "Each of you has been given flowers that match your personalities. It took us a while to find the right ones and get them here. Luckily, we have a very wide range of flora at our family sanctuary."

"You spent over two weeks getting us flowers," Alix raised her eyebrow.

"Can there really be a flower for each of us," Mylene wondered out loud.

"You have them all in front of you," Lyon looked a little annoyed.

Vallia did have to admit that she was a tab annoyed as well. While they did not know just how much nature meant to them as a part of their lives, the doubt was still annoying.

"We figured this would show that we are more than two foreigners that like to keep to themselves," Vallia says.

"Keep in mind that I still like to keep to myself most of the time," Lyon said, Vallia knowing how much her brother likes the quiet.

"So, what do these flowers mean," Adrien asks.

To his surprise, neither of the twins pulled out a list or anything that could help them remember all the information. They must really know their stuff.

"We can start with Mylene," Vallia says, the small girl blushing. "We gave her peony flowers. They represent those that are kind and also like small gestures."

Ivan was particularly shocked by that. He had only gotten together with Mylene because she read his song as a poem after his second time being akumatized as Stone Heart. She was not up for the big-time rock and roll version he wrote it as, and just liked it as a simple poem or soft song.

"Ivan's was simpler to find," Lyon said. "The carnation flower has always been used to describe down-to-earth people. Ones that are very grounded."

The other members of Kitty Section looked at Ivan, knowing how that was very true. Ivan had always been the first to calm down any fame that might go to their heads after the Captain Hardrock incident and their performance. Well, after Luka that is. Juleka's brother was basically a saint when it came to being cool, calm, and collected.

"We chose poppies for Alix," Vallia explained the red flowers in front of the skater. "The traits that they represent are those that are creative and bold."

That was definitely Alix to a "T." Her art was a mix of both since she did spraypaint street art. And her natural athletic abilities did make her do some pretty bold things.

"Max and Kim, I thought, were the easiest to match," Lyon said. "Max has the aster flower, which represents those that are smart and devoted. Kim has hydrangeas, for those that are athletic and team players."

The class was starting to see just how much the two had worked on their "project."

"I, personally, liked to say that I enjoyed finding flowers for Rose and Juleka," Vallia smiled. "Mostly because I am holding one of their names."

That got a giggle out of the pink-dressed blond and an eye roll from Lyon.

"Get on with it, Vallia," Lyon says. "We still have actual classes to attend, sister."

The class had to hide groans, especially since Bustier was in the room and they did not want to insult her by accident.

"Fine," Vallia sighed. "I thought that tulips matched Rose because they are for the bright and cheerful. Juleka's are also my personal favorite flower, the lily. They are for ones that are quiet but also inspirational to others."

Juleka tried to hide her face in her hands, knowing that she was blushing. Rose was over the moon, for herself and her best friend. If there was any flower that was spot on for anyone in the class, it would be the one that Rose got.

"Nathaniel and Adrien ended up having the flowers that tie as my favorite," Lyon admitted. "I chose the iris for Nathaniel because it is a flower for daydreamers and the imaginative. Orchids are Adrien's because they represent those that are sophisticated, refined, but have good hearts."

Both mentioned boys blushed. While Adrien did have more friends than Nath, both of them were naturally quiet and not used to such praise. Yes, Adrien is a model, but it be a miracle to hear any sort of praise from his father. And Nath was only just starting to come out of his shell thanks to Marinette.

"Sabrina was a tad bit more difficult to match," Vallia almost did not want to admit. "But when you learn about who she is, she is optimistic and also tends to be a morning person. Those are the traits of the daisy."

Sabrina was shocked, as were most of the class. As usual, Chloe didn't care. She had been sneering at the flowers in front of her since she had sat down. Sabrina was internally jumping up and down in excitement. No one had ever tried to get to know her, especially after she became friends with Chloe.

"Alya is a very modern person while Nino also very much in the tech universe, so they were also a little difficult to translate to our olden tradition," Lyon says. "But we did think that Alya best matched with the daffodil. It represents those that are very social and also love friends and family. Nino's flower is the sunflower, a blossom for the warm and those that tend to be very happy-go-lucky."

Both of those descriptions perfectly matched the two. Alya was probably the most social person in the entire school. She had to be to run Paris's most popular blog.

"I thought that Marinette's was very much telling about who she is," Vallia says, Marinette a little embarrassed. "The calla lily is for hardworking people, but also represents people that can be said to be quite rare as well."

Marinette was now bright red as she hid her face in her arms, Alya patting her back. But you could see the look on the blogger's face that she was enjoying someone telling Marinette how special she was. The girl was too humble for her own good.

"And last, Chloe," Lyon did not look happy about it being his turn to talk when it came time to tell the brat about her flower.

"Saving the best for last," the blond ruined the nice moment the twins had created. "About time you two start giving me the respect I deserve."

That was when Lyon got the most ice-cold look on his face that the class had ever seen. Rose even shivered a little bit, as if she was actually cold from the look he gave the brat.

Adrien remembered seeing him give that look only once more. It was last week when he was at a photoshoot after school. Lyon and Vallia had been in the same park as the shoot and had heard the photographer becoming rather aggressive with him. After a few words about acting like a model should and not a teenage boy, Lyon got in the photographer's face and gave him that very look. He had not said one word, but that look was enough to make the man weak in the knees. He had not spoken to Adrien again the entire shoot and a different photographer was assigned to him soon after that day.

"Alright, here is what your flower says about you," Lyon's voice could freeze the Atlantic. "The gardenia flower represents those that like living in a life of luxury. Those that like the lifestyle of the one percent..."

Chloe seemed to be happy with that, but Lyon almost smugly popped her bubble.

"Basically, it's the flower for spoiled brats that need to get taught the meaning of the word 'no," he finished.

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Shoot your shot→Prince!Tom

Parings→ Prince!Tom x Archer!reader

Summary→ Growing up, hidden in the Holland garden, you practiced your archery every single day. Never missing a shot at anything. Tom falls in love watching you from his window but a prince and a normal girl can never be together

Warning→ forbidden love? Maybe? If I make a pt.2 there will be more forbidden love. Angst, slowburn

A/N→ This is my first full fic in awhile for I haven’t really had time/motivation for anything but @spideyspeaches requested a prince!tom blurb and it sparked so much I have their permission to make a full fic!

At the age of seven, Tom was a curious little boy. Running around causing trouble for the maids and servants who ran the palace. He was always playing rough and dirty but in the right times he could clean himself up.

At the age of seven for you, you went to school and tried your best not to be in trouble. Your parents worked a job for the king and queen of England. Your father a cook and your mother a maid. From a young age you always imagined marrying the prince. Hoping he was just as beautiful as you’d seen him in pictures. Only at the age of seven did you fall in love with the prince. 

At the age of eleven, Tom got a dog. Bringing it home after school one day and letting it run around in the garden. Running around in the garden falling into you.

“Careful!” Your body small and young, you wore boyish clothes and your eyes pointed at the boy.

“Sorry!” He called the dog back and blinked a few times to make sure you were real. He had seen you once, he thinks. Leaving with one of the cooks but he can’t remember who is who sometimes. “What are you doing out here?” He has the excited dog by his side. Holding her by her collar.

“I’m practicing—“ before he could finish he hears the sound of his mom calling him. His face blushes red as he knows he’s in trouble.

“What’s your name?” He asks quickly and you furrow your brows.

“(Y/n).” You say sternly. He remembers that. The way you didn't step back and treat him like a virus but instead you acted like a normal kid with him. You were one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever seen, besides his mom. He thought some of the girls at school were pretty but you were an angel. “What’s yours?” He didn’t really realize his fame at that point. It didn’t bother him that you didn’t know his name.

“Thomas, but everyone calls me Tom.” He says. You swallow hard and continue staring at him before he turns around and runs off with the dog.

That was the first time he met you.

As time grew he watched you from his window. As creepy as that sounded he admired you. You grew strong and careless, tough and friendly to everyone that comes across you.

He never really talked to you since. Every time he tried to say something to you, you quickly walked past him. Keeping quiet and your head down as you remembered he was a prince and you were a daughter to a servant. Your father was a cook and your mother was a maid. To him, you were nothing. You should’ve been nothing.

You two could never be together.

-

Tom pulls himself to the garden. Where you stand for the 10th year in a row, shooting your shot at the target. Sometimes he would see his youngest brother join you. He didn’t know if it was classes or for fun but he had never seen his little brother smile so much.

How you had talked to him but not Tom confused him.

He makes his way through the flowers and spots you alone. Alone pulling the arrow back as he admires your movement.

“It’s rude to stare.” You comment as you walk over and pull the arrow out of the target. Bullseye, as always.

“I didn’t mean to disrespect you or disturb you. I have a question for you.” He walks closer. You have a different look with him, he can’t tell if you’re scared or if you don’t like him. Although everyone likes him.

“I want to know if you can teach me. Train me how to shoot—“ he starts and you look up.

“I have classes weekdays in the mornings, you’re more than welcome to join—“ you cut him off but now he cuts you off.

“I meant privately, I’m not interested in attending a class for children. I can pay you, whatever works for you. That is only if you allow it.” He asks and you look at the arrow that sits on the bench.

You didn’t want his money, it was be embarrassing to have be in love with someone while they know you’re struggling. It was embarrassing to be in love with the prince without his knowledge and him know your father and mother work for him.

“Your mum and dad know you want to do this?” You ask and he chuckles and looks away.

“Darling, I’m 24 years old. I don’t need my mothers permission to do anything anymore.” He says and you look down. “Listen, you’re the strongest archer I know. You are so talented I trust you. I’m putting a lot of trust in you.”

“Weekends.” You say. “I can teach you on the weekends, that's when I’m free.” You told him and he smiles as if he’s won.

“So I’ll see you Saturday?” He asks and you pick up your bow. He watches as you throw it around so it hangs on your back. He’s never been so infatuated with someone. 

“Early morning. You need training before you can just take your shot. I will see you then, your highness.” You say and he laughs making you tense up slightly.

“Just Tom, (y/n).” He turns and walks away.

As he walks away, you watch him. You watch him in shock as for after all these years, he remembers your name.

-

The seventh weekend in a row you’ve been training him. He’s awful, you had to admit but he wanted to do this. He wanted to learn.

Most sessions were met with laughter at Tom’s failures and mostly him watching you. He didn’t mind watching you, he always loved it.

But he made a bond with you, you two started to bond. Creating a friendship like none before. You even allowed him to bring you lunch a few times, although you always remembered your place.

“Okay,” you came behind him. Your chest met with his back and arms around him. “It’s about the strategy, like I said. Pull back your arm.” You guide him. Your fingers wrapped around his hand and he focused more on your hand than on his target.

Your breath is hot on his shoulder as you help him. He looks back at you for a split second and swallows hard. His lips slightly open and you try your hardest to focus.

“Focus.” You say trying not to show you’re flustered. He goes back to the target and as you let your hand off of his he lets go of the arrow. The arrow that completely misses the target and he lets out a sigh.

“(Y/n) I can’t do this—“ he starts as he lets the bow down and in all honesty you don’t even know if he can either.

“Yes you can tom, you’re not focusing enough! Maybe we should figure out what’s distracting you and go from there.” You suggest and he looks up at you as that’s the last thing he wants to talk about, what’s distracting him.

“Maybe we can take a break for awhile, get some lunch—“ you start and he shakes his head.

“No, I want to try again. I had it last Sunday.” He pleads and your eyes meet his. Swallowing hard you hand him back the bow.

You watch him get back in position before you quickly come behind him to help his position. Your arms make him tense and your scent of lavender and vanilla warms him.

“Okay.” You almost whisper and his hand goes weak. “Tom! Focus!” You nearly demand the prince. He had given you a lot of power as not many people yelled at the prince.

“I can’t.” He lets down the bow and turns to face you. “I can’t focus.” He stands in front of you and grab the bow and arrow from him.

In a way, you knew what was distracting him. But you wished it wasn’t what you knew. You couldn’t be with him, you didn’t want to be hurt. The boy whose dog ran into you at the age of eleven made your life hell sometimes. Sometimes when you would assist at galas and parties you would watch him flirt with princesses or women you knew he should be with. It hurt knowing you would never be with him as you were always below him.

Out of anger, you take the arrow and quickly throw it into the target. It impresses Tom as he didn’t know you could use your bare hands to get a perfect shot.

“You’re not allowing yourself to focus.” You now walk over to the arrow and pull it out. “You wanted this so we need to figure out—“

“I wanted this but I also wanted you. I wanted to get to know you more and I thought this would be a good chance—“ he starts and as you gather your stuff you pause. It was true, the prince liked you.

“Tom, you wanted me to train you and that’s what I’m doing. We can be friends but nothing more. You are a prince and I’m a girl who works two jobs just to keep herself alive. A girl whose parents work under your name and you cannot see as anything more. I knew this was a stupid idea, I should’ve just said—“ you ranted and he grabbed your arm before you can walk past him.

“I don’t care! I don’t care if your family works here or anything! I care about you and I like—“ he starts but you get out of his grasp before you can hear his words.

“Do not do this.” You warned him. “You think you want something that you have no clue what it is. I’m not going to ruin your life just because you think we can live in some fairytale world. I need to go. Find someone else to practice with.” You sniffle as you walk past him and he watches you walk away.

He watches as you walk away. Your hand rub your face wiping a tear away as you hated that he was doing this. All the years spent in your room falling asleep to the ideas of marrying the prince.

Wearing the puffy white wedding dress and having no shame in your name. In your fantasy, you were perfect for him.

-

It had been weeks. He hasn’t seen you once. As once stood every day in the garden you now haven’t been there once. He had no right looking for you, you were right but he hated that. You and him could never be together. The public and the kingdom wouldn't like that.

He knew he shouldn’t search but he did. He found the studio where you taught the small children on the weekdays.

Wearing layers and hiding his face, he walks into the studio where kids between the ages of seven and ten hold out bows almost their size.

He takes a seat at one of the plastic chairs where parents sit as he watches you crouch down and teach them. They were far more cooperative with you than he was.

“Careful there Ella, bring your arms up a little—there you are!” You smile at the girl before your eyes flicker and meet toms. You felt some shame in ditching him but you didn’t want to get hurt. You did what was right.

Your smile drops as you move to the other kids and help them. Only 15 more minutes and the studio would be empty.

When it empties out, Tom is all that's left. You pick up missed arrows and reassemble the targets. Not making eye contact with the boy.

“It seems a little risky for the prince to be walking the streets like this.” You clear your throat as he stands close by.

“Not risky when you know what you’re doing.” He comes back and you set the arrows in a basket and give him your full attention.

“Tom I already told you I can’t train—“ you start and he shakes his head.

“I’m saying sorry.” He has a more serious face and you’re taken aback. “I made a mistake. I know that we could never be together and it was stupid of me to think I had a chance with someone as perfect as you. I would ruin you and I know that. We would ruin each other.” He admits and you look away.

“Why do you think I didn’t like talking to you in the hallways when I passed? I wasn’t supposed to tom. When I was a teen, I use to believe we could work. I was so blindly in love with you, like everyone else, and I didn’t even know who you were. But even then I knew, I knew we would never work. I always thought to myself, maybe in another life. I didn’t want to train you at first because I knew my feelings would get worse. They did but I pushed them away.” You chuckle at the last part.

His hand goes to hold your face, gently stroking your cheek and looking at you as if you were heaven.

“Tom, go home please I won’t bother you—“ before you could say anything he pushed his lips against yours. They were soft and tasted of the mint chapstick you occasionally saw him wear.

You were taken aback, almost pushing him away but instead you melted into his lips. You felt your body press against his as he pulled you in.

When imagining all the different ways you’d kiss the prince growing up, you never imagined kissing him in the studio of your work. You never imagined it like this.

“Maybe in this life.” Was all he whispered as he pulled back.

“You’re making a mistake.” You warned as he pulled back. His lips plump and pink as he pulled away. They tugged into a smile as he shook his head.

“No im not.” Was all he said as he leaned in for more.

He thinks of how there are many options, many princesses for him to marry but he knows the only princess he wants is right here. The princess with rough hands and never misses her shot.

You never miss your shots.

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