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harfanfare · 2 months

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Idia drabble, fluff, lots of couple banter

Your wishlist containing released games is empty.

In the next several minutes after saving a title to one, you can expect a notification that the game is getting downloaded, and a mere seconds after that—several messages from your boyfriend.

“thought u would never play it lol”

“weren't you supposed to be studying??”

He sends a meme degrading your hierarchy of values as if he were any better. It is followed by a request.

“stream it to me when you play it”

And you do, after thanking him yet chiding him for wasting too much money on you without a second thought. His reply was a string of emojis and guarantee that he is doing it all for himself, because “educating you on the topic of latest games is his duty” and he cares about “the boyfriend points”.

“I hope my love’o’meter for u was broken by all that pampering lmao”

“waiting for my cg to load up…”

[NAME]: “not enough affection points”

“damn”

“i need a walkthroughyt to this route”

Idia has you join a voice channel, with you sharing your screen. Playing a game in a separate dorm is a whole different experience than having him beside you, with his hands almost trembling to grab your controller if you couldn’t get past a certain level.

He would always wait for you to ask him for help, though. Then he could let the feeling of self-satisfaction sink in as he easily guided your character to another enemy to slash.

If he only has you on the voice chat, you might be able to finish the game almost fully by yourself.

You can hear the soft sound of his keyboard as he plays something as well. He divides his attention between you and his entertainment, and he throws in commentary to your playthrough, teasing you when you can’t find a secret key to the special gate, bullying you when you find the puzzles too hard, or when you pick the wrong dialogue option.

At some point, you might try to (playfully) mute his microphone, but you can only have eight seconds of silence before he hacks into the options.

“No need to be jealous of my gaming knowledge,” he exclaims, and you know he has that big stupid grin on his face. You huff, and he hums. “But if you want me to help, all you need to do is just ask.”

“I want to go through this game myself!”

“Okay, sure. But you know you have already missed the opportunity for the best ending, no?” He laughs. “That’s what you get for muting me, kitten.”

No need to spoil the ending just to get back at me, you’d love to say, but you learned that the shy boy who couldn’t hold your gaze several months ago is actually a big tease. You must’ve grown too much on him, as he would have continued the bickering even if you showed up in his room. No social anxiety towards you��that’s a bit of a shame, he was cute when you first started dating.

…Well, Idia you know now is a cutie as well, even if he can be very annoying sometimes.

“Enough. I’m going to play my otome games, bye.”

You log out, and shut the stream, chuckling all the time. A funny feeling tingled your heart, like always when you won (or have you?) in banter in Idia: your heart is warm enough to probably melt through the ribcage, but a subtle alarm rings in your head. Idia will probably take revenge for this.

He must already be in distress. He doesn’t like you playing otome games alone, as if you could have ever preferred a 2D boy over Idia. The thought makes you laugh.

You plop on your bed, unlocking your phone and tapping an icon of the name game you’ve installed. Although playing it with Idia would have been funnier, you are going to play him just out of spite.

…And after that, you will send him a wall of text about those handsome characters, because he needs to be updated on your current obsessions.

The title screen appears before everything crashes and the screen goes black. Several messages in neon-blue futuristic font colour appear one by one.

An error has occurred.

Caught exception:

Traceback (most recent call last):

File “characters”, line 46, in script

File “stats”, line 153, in script

File “story”, line 665, in script

File “achievements”, line 411, in log.1

File “backup_data”, line 139, in log

To continue:

“[Name]-san. Please come to our dorm. My brother is moping (so he won’t be finishing his project anytime soon, which is, really bad) and I would appreciate you having mercy on him.

Once you come, I will restore your data! It’s a promise :>

— ORTHO”

…Damn those Shrouds.

#idia strikes me as a man who can play a games with you but if it's not a cozy game he will criticize you a lot #he would probably love playing with you but his inner desire for winning a game is bigger than anything #watching him play a game is a show though #bring the popcorn #he could be a popular gaming streamer if he didn't fear people irl would comment on it #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst idia #twst idia x reader #as a computer science student i have no idea if an error like that could occur (burning in shame)

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jaeyunverse · 9 months

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the roommate conflict (teaser)

pairing: na jaemin x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, angst, found family, strangers to lovers, roommate au, college au

est. wc: 20k

warnings: profanity, chaos, lots of idol features + all warnings to be added in the full fic!

summary: your roommate is the devil incarnate, you can’t afford your own place, chaewon won’t move out of the apartment you’re supposed to move in till the next semester and you’re positive you will kill yourself the next time someone pisses you off. cue na jaemin, the cute boy from next door, who swoops in and saves the day by offering you a place in his home.

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note: i am in love w roommate aus!!!!!! and i’m really excited for this one hehe <3

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“So you’re going to keep living with Eunsook for the next few months?”

You shrugged and looked out the window, noticing that you were only a few minutes away from your destination. “I don’t have much of a choice. The dorms are at full capacity and I can’t afford to live alone.”

Jaemin bit his lip in contemplation. Technically, he could offer to let you live with him and his housemates. Chenle had already gone back to China to complete the rest of his education, meaning Jaemin didn’t have a roommate anymore.

Besides, with you chipping in on the rent, his own financial problems would be solved.

To Jaemin, the idea seemed to be a win-win. He enjoyed your company thoroughly and doubted the boys would be opposed to you moving in.

Nonetheless, outright suggesting it to you felt weird. This was only your second encounter, and though your best friends were some of his close friends, he couldn’t just drop the question out of nowhere.

You probably weren’t even comfortable living in a house filled with people of the opposite gender, and the last thing Jaemin wanted to do was make things awkward by putting you in a difficult position.

So, he decided to take the safer route and casually mentioned, “Tell me about it. My roommate returned to his home a month ago and now the rent’s being split three ways instead of four. The economy has been kicking our asses. Finding a good housemate is proving to be tougher than we thought too.”

You averted your gaze from the window to meet his. With no small amount of satisfaction, Jaemin noted that your eyebrows were raised.

You were interested.

The only thing left for you to do was ask.

Come on, he urged you mentally. Do it. Ask me if it’s possible for you to move in.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could do so, the car behind you honked multiple times.

Jaemin cringed and stepped on the accelerator, not having realised that the traffic light had turned green.

He glimpsed the shake of your head out of the corner of his eye and knew you’d decided against whatever you were going to say before.

“Yeah. Fuck inflation.”

No matter how hard he tried, Jaemin couldn’t stop his heart from sinking.

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 7 months

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I realise you're HE, but any thoughts on how high school level education should be run/changed/etc? I'd love to know your views!

Oh sure, plenty, but they're not particularly informed lol

Well; Wales is actually massively and fundamentally changing secondary education atm, but we won't be getting students from it until the year after next, I think, so no real comment on effectiveness yet - but it's very interesting. They're getting rid of isolated subjects in favour of broad umbrella areas, as I understand it? So there's now Science and Technology (Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Computing, and all the various DT subjects like Woodwork, Electronics, Cookery, etc), Maths and Numeracy, Humanities (History, Geography, Ethics, Religion), Languages Literacy and Communication, and Health and Wellbeing (actually maybe Cookery comes under this one now? Dunno.) And there's a sixth to do with arts but I can't remember what it's called. But it includes Art, Drama, Media Studies, etc.

And then the idea is that a class will learn about a given topic at a time (I don't know for how long, so let's say six weeks), and this will be taught in each of those six umbrellas but via their own methods. So like... I dunno, let's say the Tudors:

That's fairly straightforward for Humanities, but in addition to giving you the historical facts you'd also explore historic trade routes and natural resources of the time and how they related to the politics (geography), the religious make up of the country and how THAT related to the politics (religion), etc.

Maths and Numeracy might explore how to use statistics to analyse Tudor era population or trade data.

Science and Tech could look at disease outbreaks and virology, or technological advancements and how they worked and get students to build one, or get students to construct a Tudor-era town using computer software

Languages can study plays from the era (Shakespeare), look at linguistic development, or use historical events as talking points to practice using vocab in conversations

Health and Wellbeing can explore stressors and challenges of the average Medieval peasant and how they overcame them, or play some popular Tudor sport or game, or make food to Tudor recipes, etc

The Arts one (god I cannot remember the name) can look at art history of the period, fashions, perform plays, etc

So everyone is still teaching the skills and knowledge of their subject areas, they're just united by one big case study. It apparently allows for far more integrated teaching, too, where two previously discrete subjects can join forces on a project.

All of which seems pretty good, on the whole, but also rife with issues if everyone isn't careful, so we'll see how it shakes out over the next few years.

From my own experiences of school though. Jesus. Something definitely needed to happen, fuck me.

What I should have learned in Textiles:

How to use a sewing machine

How to sew by hand to mend a tear

How to darn a hole

How to hem, dart, take in, and let out clothes

How to sew from a pattern

What I actually learned in Textiles:

How to use a sewing machine on its most basic setting

How to phone in creating a hand puppet out of felt because gluing was easier than sewing

How to badly sew an extremely makeshift and shit bag out of scrap fabric that you in no way want to then use

How to lose all interest in Textiles because it was useless and uninteresting

Like that is a VITAL skillset-imparting subject, and they fucked it, lads, they completely fucked it. Why did they never set us the task of buying a cheap shirt from a charity shop that we then amended in class? That would have been so useful.

Games and PE! Fucking hell! Here's what I should have learned:

How to stretch my body safely to target specific muscle groups, and in particular, how to cultivate a daily stretching routine I enjoyed and wanted to do

How to find a physical activity active enough to get me out of breath that I genuinely enjoyed, so that I wanted to continue it, e.g. salsa dancing or rope climbing or ice skating or hill climbing or assault courses or fucking anything at all

How to build my body up to doing particular activities safely and sustainably

How to find a physical activity to do on wet, cold, rainy days that would still be fun and I would still enjoy

Here's what I actually learned:

Physical activity is always uncomfortable and miserable and sometimes even painful

If you aren't enjoying running around in the wind and rain instead of the indoor gym The Problem Is You. Start Enjoying It.

Wanting to stay warm and dry and comfortable is a punishable choice.

You are only permitted to do physical activity in clothes that make you feel profoundly exposed and uncomfortable (a gym skirt and gym knickers in my school. Cycling shorts got you detention. Don't get me started on jogging bottoms.) Again, if you do not enjoy this, The Problem Is You. Start Enjoying It.

There are only three activity options. If you don't enjoy any of them, physical activity is not for you.

You should be able to Just Do physical exercise, without any training to build you up to it. If you can't and it hurts, this is because you're Bad At PE.

You will only be shown Once

Physical activity is only ever a team sport that you aren't good enough to be willingly picked for

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

And you know what, LET'S round off with Food Technology/Cookery. Because I remember the things I was asked to make in FT. As a little baby Year 7, I still vividly remember two of the things we made.

Angel Delight. Easy, you might say! A simple treat, you might think! Easing the children into food prep, I hear you cry! But no, because the theme of the year was healthy eating, and so we were to add fruit to our Angel Delight. Any flavour Angel Delight, any fruit. Off you go. I don't know if any of you have encountered fruit, Tumblrs, but it famously has faintly acidic juice. This will prevent the Angel Delight from setting within the one hour lesson, no matter how well you mixed the pudding, or how quickly you got it into the fridge. It will result in soggy gross lumps of oxidising fruit in sloppy liquid pudding. Lesson learned: fruit makes food worse.

Cake. Easyish, you might say! A little harder than the Angel Delight but good training, you might think! A fairly straightforward process with a child-friendly food at the end, I hear you cry! But no, because the theme of the year was still healthy eating, so the teachers made it into an experiment; make four small cakes. One with sugar, one with sweetener, one with apple, and one with carrot. Then taste them and rank them in order. Off you go. I don't know if any of you have ever tried eating sugarless carrot cake, Tumblrs, but I have, and I can tell you categorically that it really puts the "Did you know" into the phrase "Did you know that fructose and sucrose are not actually equivalents of each other in a culinary setting?" It was rancid. It was disgusting. It was vile. It made me hate carrot cake for the next 12 years, in case my mouth had to go through that ordeal again. I'm still highly suspicious of the stuff even now. To (I assume) the surprise of fuck-damned no one, we unanimously put them in the order of sugar, sweetener, apple, carrot. Lesson learned: FRUIT MAKES FOOD WORSE AND CARROTS ARE ACTIVELY DISGUSTING

What possessed them?! No idea. Fucking hell.

Anyway this is getting long and I am still ill-informed. Peace out.

#asks #education

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tennessoui · 4 months

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Number 19 for the prompt thing. The parents meeting because of their kids. I’m kinda imagining Korkie being like a tutor/school reading buddy for the twins or something but you can just ignore that if it doesn’t match your thoughts on it.

hello!! i thought back as much as i could, and i don't think i actually did this prompt the first time around a couple of years ago, so there's nothing to link to save for the prompt list!

i stuck with korkie as obi-wan's kid and the twins as anakin's, but made the kids the same age and then took...a few more liberties with the prompt haha

(19. parents meeting while taking their kids to class) (sort of)

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“Leia, baby, why do you always decide to get into fights at school when it’s my week with you?” Anakin asks the steering wheel as he buckles himself in and turns over the engine. “They’re going to start thinking I’m raising a truant. Then they’re going to start asking about your home life, then they’re going to bring in experts to ask me more questions, then Padmé’s parents are going to throw their considerable legal weight around and get my partial custody revoked and then where will we be? Is that what you want? To only see me on your birthday and Christmas?”

Anakin pauses and reconsiders. Knowing his daughter, she may very well only want to see him for birthdays and Christmases. It would mean double the presents.

Thankfully the silence of the car doesn’t offer much in the way of constructive critique.

At a red light, he puts his head down on the steering wheel for a long enough moment that the car behind him honks when the light changes to green.

“They’re going to stop letting me leave work to come get you,” Anakin mutters a few minutes later as he turns the car into the school’s parking lot. “I have a partner meeting in thirty minutes that I really can’t miss, baby. Can’t you at least schedule your schoolyard fights around my calendar?”

It’s all rather pointless, but it feels good to grumble and bitch in the time it takes him to leave his office and arrive at the school, before he has to put on his adult face and demeanor to sit through another round of We’re Worried Your Five Year Old Is Too Violent As She Seems To View The Monkey Bars As Sacrificial Zones.

“Maybe she’d like hockey,” he says under his breath as he grabs his jacket from the other seat and swings it over his suit. It’s fucking freezing already, not even December. It’s indecent, that’s what it is. Surely a place as cold as this has a peewee hockey team in need of another angry little girl.

“Thank you,” he says when a woman holds the door open for him on her way out the building.

He’s stil sort of freaked out that the elementary school his children are going to is fancy enough to have an entrance hallway with a chandelier hanging from the ceilingk, but it’s not him that’s paying for their private school education that doesn’t offer discounts for all the collective hours they’ll spend napping on the floors.

To the immediate left of the door is the receptionist’s desk—behind her, the nurse’s room. He’s quite familiar with both. Mrs. Whitsdale even waves when she sees him, which means, unfortunately, she’s just made the shortlist of people Anakin needs to make Christmas cookies for. She joins the ranks of everyone else that’s been made to deal with his son and daughter in the tumultuous year after the divorce.

“Hi, ma’am,” he says dutifully, sticking his head into the receptionist area. “Do I need to sign in or can I just go up?”

She waves him away. “I’ve already got you, sweetheart. You’re late anyway, they’re waiting for you upstairs.”

“You’re a miracle amongst men,” he calls out as he turns instead to the right of the door and up the old staircase that leads to the principal’s office. This is also a route he is incredibly familiar with.

How can he be late? He practically flew here on light feet and broken speed limits. It’s enough to take his mood from bad to worse, which isn’t optimal for a meeting with the principal of the school when it’s his kid who caused the fight. Anakin’s role is to nonconfrontational, contrite to the point of groveling—because he knows his daughter won’t.

That’s already hard enough when he’s feeling normal. It’s practically impossible when he’s feeling foul.

But Padmé did always say Leia got her stubbornness and temper from Anakin.

Anakin’s always said Leia never really had a chance considering who her parents are.

After all, someone threw a hairdryer at the hotel mirror before they got divorced and it wasn’t Anakin. But he’s not stupid enough to even think that when Padmé’s around.

The big oak door at the end of the hallway on the second floor is elaborate, looks heavy, and stays closed. He knows that this is the headmaster’s office, but he’s never seen the guy around. He doesn’t even know what the guy does. What’s a headmaster of an elementary school doing every day?

It’s an elementary school.

But, again. Anakin’s not paying for all this pomp and circumstance.

He takes another right instead, down the corridor in the opposite direction to the principal’s office. The door’s left ajar, and Anakin knocks politely before entering at the call to.

A couple of things bring him up short as soon as he steps into the room. For one thing, it’s not Principal Cinoff behind the desk, but a stranger who has the remnants of a three-piece suit on, jacket hanging neatly on a coat rack in the corner of the room. His vest is a deep red that should do nothing but drain his complexion—all pasty white skin, freckled and sun-starved, paired with his reddish hair and beard. It doesn’t, which is unfair to the point of duplicity. Or–something.

The way he’s sitting at the desk, hands spread wide on the wood and shoulders back, leaves no doubt in Anakin’s mind that the stranger is in a position of power here at the school. And probably in, like. Life. He looks like the kind of guy who gets his groceries on discount even without providing a loyalty card. He also looks like the kind of guy the system bends to accommodate. As a lawyer, Anakin is offended and deeply disturbed. That’s why his stomach does two or three flips in quick succession when they make eye contact.

The stranger’s eyes are cool and focused as they run over Anakin, and he gives him a perfunctory incline of his head. At least his eyes are warmer when they fall to the kids in front of him.

And that’s the other thing that shocks him.

The amount of children in front of the desk. One pouting ginger kid off to the side, arms crossed and staring down at his light-up sneakers.

And then two very familiar heads of hair on the other side.

“Luke?” He asks before he can stop himself, surprise dripping from his tone. “What are you doing here?”

At this rate, he’s going to give his daughter a complex, he knows it.

But Luke has never been in trouble before. Sure, they’re only five, and it’s only been three months of school, but in that time, Anakin’s been called down here six times to deal with Leia-related emergencies. He’s always imagined that meanwhile, Luke was in his classroom, chewing on crayons or diligently helping the teacher pass out homework assignments.

The stand-in principal coughs slightly and rises. “Ah, Mr. Skywalker-Amidala. Thank you for being able to join us today.”

Anakin scowls automatically before schooling his face into something far more diplomatic and pleasant when his children whirl around in their seats to look at him. The last thing he needs is for his children to think they can sneer at authority figures, given that he’s one of their main authority figures.

Luke leaves his chair to hug onto his leg, pressing his small face into the fabric of his pants, presumably seeking comfort and also to wipe his face dry of tears and snot.

Anakin puts a hand on his head and strokes through his hair, darting a curious glance at Leia, who has turned around to glare forward again, arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s just Skywalker, actually,” he tells the stranger. “Amidala is their mother.”

The man’s eyebrow goes up and he picks up a pen to make a note on the papers before him. An actual note. Regarding Anakin’s divorce. “Ah, apologies then,” he says. “Our contact list notes you as the father, Skywalker-Amidala, and their mother as Amidala-Organa.”

Anakin squints, trying to decide if the stranger is just trying to correct a clerical error in the school’s records or fishing for gossip. He gives him the benefit of the doubt. “Amidala is their mother, recently remarried to Organa. Organas. And she’s always been better at remembering to file paperwork than I am.”

The stranger keeps his face admirably placid. “Ah,” he says. “Well, Mr. Skywalker. Should we begin?”

“Uh,” he says. “What about the other parent?”

The stranger blinks at him, both eyebrows raised. “I’m a widower.”

“Uh,” he says. “I meant…” he gestures at the other child, the surly looking ginger kid.

“I’m afraid it will just be us, Mr. Skywalker,” the stranger says. “Please, sit.”

Anakin sits, and Luke is quick to scramble up into his lap with a very plaintative, “I didn’t really mean to.”

“So at recess today, the children were playing on the swings,” the stranger who must be the principal for the day says. “And—”

“Sorry,” Anakin interrupts. “Can I get your name please? I was expecting Principal Cinoff.”

The man pauses. “Sheri has been put on sudden maternity-leave a few months early,” he says. “For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be dual-hatting as both principal and headmaster while we continue to search for a temporary replacement.” He raises an eyebrow at Anakin. Anakin really doesn’t appreciate that. “This was in an email the school sent out to all the parents recently.”

“Yes, well,” Anakin says. “I get a lot of emails.”

The man looks unimpressed. “I encourage you to prioritize the communications from your children’s learning institute.”

Anakin bristles. What a dick. Who the fuck says learning institute?

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” he asks in his best unimpressed voice.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the man’s unimpressed voice is ten times more chilling than Anakin’s, which is also not fair. “Please, call me Dr. Kenobi.” Anakin scowls. “I appreciate the fact that you feel as though you can cover the extremely busy roles of both headmaster and principal of an elementary school, but I would really rather wait until the other parent gets here so we can most productively discuss the altercation, Mr. Kenobi.”

“Please, Mr. Skywalker,” Kenobi says. “Leave the litigation to the court rooms, we—”

“It’s Esquire, actually.”

Kenobi’s face grows very pinched around the mouth and eyebrows. Anakin feels a vicious thrill course through him even as his stomach flips again.

“I suppose I should have made it clearer at the beginning of this session,” Kenobi says, tone dripping in you idiot. “This is my son, Korkie.”

Anakin’s mouth falls open. His immediate thought is, of course, Korkie Kenobi? And he thought Luke and Leia were too cutesy for twin names.

“Korkie is a family name,” Kenobi adds rather dryly. “My late wife’s grandfather’s.”

Anakin doubts that’s even true. He bets it’s not actually, that Kenobi just plays the dead wife card to get out of judgemental questions about his naming abilities.

But then another, worse thought occurs to Anakin. “Wait a second, you can’t be the parent and the principal!”

“I assure you, I am impartial.”

“Like hel—heck you are!” Anakin straightens in his seat and Luke lets out a grumble, clinging tightly to his front. “I demand a different authority.” “No,” Kenobi says firmly, as if the matter is at rest. This, of course, is absolutely infuriating.

“It’s unfair bias and I will not see either of my children punished in a tyrannical and self-serving institution—”

Kenobi pinches at the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Skywalker, unless you would like to have me call Mrs. Cinoff away from her pre-mature baby, I am the best option this school has. Please. Settle down.”

“Dad,” Leia says, “I don’t want to miss reading time.”

Anakin breathes out in disgust. Shitty, overpriced private school. This sort of thing would never happen at a publicly funded school.

“The fact of the matter is that Luke pushed Korkie off the swings,” Kenobi says with a stern look at both Luke and Anakin. He holds up his hand when Anakin opens his mouth. “An incident that many were witness to. And before you make an accusation, there were many witnesses who were not on the school’s payroll, Mr. Skywalker.”

Anakin closes his mouth sullenly.

“Korkie could have been very hurt, Luke,” Kenobi says, clasping his hands in front of him and looking down at Anakin’s son. “He was swinging pretty fast when you pushed him, and he could have broken his ankle in the fall.”

Luke’s bottom lip trembles. “I didn’t want to hurt him,” he mumbles, turning his face back into Anakin’s sleeve. “He was being mean. I just wanted him to stop.” “I wasn’t!” Korkie cries, sitting straight in his chair for the first time since Anakin’s arrived. “I wasn’t being mean, dad!” “You said Leia’s hair looks like cinnamon buns on her head!” Luke shouts back, pushing away from Anakin’s arms to glare at the other boy.

Anakin winces. When it’s Padmé’s turn with the kids, Leia always turns up to school with elaborately braided hair, twisted on top of her head in elegant formations that look effortlessly pretty. He knows that’s not Padmé’s work, but he also can’t figure out if Breha or Bail is responsible. It’s not something he wants to ask.

The fanciest Anakin can do, after all, is two buns on either side of Leia’s head.

That do, truth be told, look rather like cinnamon rolls.

“Ah,” Kenobi says. “I believe I understand the miscommunication here. Korkie, would you like to tell the Skywalkers what you meant when you told Luke that Leia’s hair looked like cinnamon buns?”

If possible, the kid turns even more red, blushing furiously. “I really like cinnamon buns,” he mutters, crossing his arms tighter. “They’re my favorite.”

“He’s started asking for them for breakfast several times a week,” Kenobi tells Anakin with a smile lingering around his lips. “I’ve been wondering why.”

Anakin isn’t sure he likes the explanation. Sure, Korkie can have whatever sort of crush on his daughter that he wants to have, but likening her hair to cinnamon buns isn’t very kind, and he’s pretty sure that if someone else was the judge in this trial, they wouldn’t be so quick to justify the other boy’s words.

Luke seems to agree with him. “Your hair looks like carrots,” he snaps, crossing his arms.

Because Anakin is an intelligent adult who understands that making enemies with the headmaster’s son isn’t the best move, he adds on the Skywalker family’s behalf, “Luke loves carrots.”

Luke, in fact, hates carrots.

“There is still the matter of Luke pushing Korkie off the swing,” Kenobi says, eyebrows raised like he understands exactly what’s going unsaid here. “We do not encourage physical violence of any sort here, and it was dangerous. Korkie could have been hurt much more badly than a scraped knee.”

The words are very serious and grave, and Luke wilts under the headmaster-principal-father’s disappointed stare. Anakin bristles.

“Well, it’s his first infraction,” he says. “And he was sticking up for his sister. I think that’s fair. He won’t do it again.”

“Hm,” Kenobi says, pushing papers aside and pulling out a glossy leaflet. “Now, I cannot force you to consider this, but I noticed that neither Luke nor Leia are currently enrolled in any of our extracurriculars.”

“They’re five.”

“We have many on offer at Jedi Prepatory School,” Kenobi continues as if Anakin hasn’t said anything. “And I wanted to highlight our peewee hockey league. I think both Leia and Luke would enjoy the rigorous schedule, and they may…benefit from the…structure it offers. And team activity.”

Anakin glowers. He can read between the lines. Kenobi’s just called his parenting style structureless and lazy. It makes him want to grab the pamphlet and rip it to shreds in front of him. “I would have to talk about it with their mother,” he says stiffly instead.

“Of course,” Kenobi says cheerfully. “When you do, please give Bail and Breha my well-wishes as well. It’s been far too long since I’ve had the time to see them, given how exhastingly busy it is to be the headmaster and principal of an elementary school.”

“Right,” Anakin grits out. “Yeah. I’ll let my ex-wife’s new partners know.”

Kenobi’s smile is all teeth. “I look forward to seeing you in the rink, Mr. Skywalker Esquire. My son plays on the team.”

Anakin wonders if there’s another peewee hockey team he can have his kids join. Just so they can beat Jedi Prepatory school and then laugh in Korkie and Dr. Kenobi’s faces.

Yeah. That sounds really nice.

He’ll look when he gets back to work.

This takes priority.

#asks #prompt fill #obikin #i actually love writing aus where they're assholes to each other from the start and also insane about the other #anakin definitely finds a different peewee (baby hockey) team for teh twins #and makes sure he can make it to their every game #especially those against jedi prep #so he can spend the entire time sniping at kenobi #this time with gloves off because their kids can't hear them from the ice #rude and mean and barbed enough that all the other parents throw kenobi startled looks #and given them a wide berth #they hate each other they're flirting like mad they sneak away from the school cupcake sale to fuck in the computer lab #anakin has never been more involved in his twins' kindergarten education #neither has dr kenobi

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yukidragon · 2 years

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Since its almost Halloween can we get some yandere werewolf Joseph head canons, please?!

Ho, hoooo~ That sounds like a fun little AU right there. I hope you don’t mind if I specifically use my version of sunshine, Alice, for this answer. It might help me get inspired to make another AU short fic for her and Jack... or rather Joseph. ;3

Hmm... lots of ways to take this. For example, I could go with a similar angle I used for my Vampire AU, in that everything is basically the same, just Joseph was a werewolf before he died, which now makes him a werewolf ghost(?) who was released from this cursed VHS prison by Alice.

Buuuut that would be Jack and not Joseph wouldn’t it? After all, he would be in the persona of the character of Sunny Day Jack, so let’s go with the college AU as our basis, shall we? I’m sure that version of Joseph would make a fine yandere werewolf.

BTW, for those of you who haven’t seen it, here’s a picture of Joseph in the College AU that Jambeebot/Sauce drew and posted publicly on their twitter.

A tired but handsome lad, perfect for some wolfy shenanigans, don’t you think?

Just as a quick reminder, please don’t repost any of the pictures posted privately on the Snaccpop Studios Patreon. For just $3, you can get a peek of the good stuff, and that’s cheaper than a cup of coffee like the one Jojo here is holding. You could also consider joining the Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack kickstarter. It recently hit $45,000, so the Nick route was just unlocked!

Oh, and while I’m plugging stuff, why not check out Sunshine in Hell or Sunshine in Another World, my Sunny Day Jack fanfics? I’d love it if you read them and let me know what you think.

Also, I want to remind everyone this series is an Adults Only game, and there’s probably going to be a smutty headcanon or two in the bunch. I mean, we are talking about a werewolf AU. I’m practically obligated to mention knotting at least once.

Oh, before I forget, here’s the obligatory tags for @channydraws and @earthgirlaesthetic.

Thanks for indulging my side-tangent, now back to the headcanons.

I haven’t really touched on the College AU before, but now’s as good of a time as any, just with a little supernatural twist to it. There’s not really any “canon” lore to this AU, just Joseph looking pretty stylish as a college student, so I’m just gonna go crazy and have fun with it. Okay? Okay!

First off, it’s modern day, with cell phones, super fancy coffee drink shops, and obscene student loan debts. Joseph’s family/school life has been shit like in the normal universe, with parents who don’t love him (and probably regret ever having him), but he didn’t run away from home (or if he did, he eventually went back). Instead, he doubled down on his education to get a college scholarship that’ll get him the hell away from his shitty home life and hometown.

Of course, being a student reliant on a scholarship for his funds, Joseph has to work his ass off to maintain high enough grades to keep it. This leads to a lot of late nights, dark circles under his eyes, and a rewards card at the local Sunbucks coffee shop that gets used more than his phone. He gets so much coffee there that the barista even learned how to spell his name right!

The college happens to be the same unnamed college that Alice(/MC), Shaun, and Ian attended. Joseph, being interested in acting, winds up in some of the same classes as the three.

Now, we could say things in this continuity are mostly the same as canon, with Alice and Ian dating at the start of college. This would be when Joseph gets to meet his sunshine while being an ordinary college student instead of a ghost(?) clown actor. Jealousy and love triangles ensue.

But, nah, let’s shake that timeline up little more with some of that werewolf spice, shall we? In fact, let’s rewind the timeline just a little to some events before college starts.

Joseph comes from a pack of werewolves. His parents are still unloving and don’t pay attention to him, but man does being a supernatural creature complicate matters even more. There’s the whole pack hierarchy with alphas and what not (which even Joseph knows is something real wolves don’t do, but then again real wolves don’t transform or have supernatural nonsense going on with them either). You have to be the biggest and strongest to get any power or attention, which is more reason for him to go through a rebellious stage... only this period of teenage angst involves fangs and claws instead of a pocket knife.

So why then, did Joseph not run away from home in this universe when things feel even more isolating for him? He did, but this time it was during a full moon after a particularly rough tumble with his pack. He made it to an area without local wolves of any variety, and on that moonlit night he found himself a ray of sunshine.

Alice’s childhood home has a large backyard that leads into a forest. Being familiar with these woods and with no dangerous wildlife to speak of in the area, it wasn’t at all out of the ordinary for her to take a late night stroll. When she heard a faint whimpering, she assumed it was one of the family dogs. What she found in the dim light of the moon and her cell phone’s flashlight app was a juvenile “dog” with dark chocolate colored fur that had a pretty blue shine where the light hit it.

The poor thing was all covered in cuts, and growled at the strange human approaching him when she got close. Alice felt sorry for it, but knew better than to get too close. Joseph wasn’t exactly happy about being found, and was relieved when she left, only to be surprised when she returned with a couple bowls, one filled with dogfood and the other water.

Joseph figured out her misunderstanding and found it kind of funny. This stranger was treating him as a dog more kindly than his parents or his teachers ever did, speaking soothingly and not getting too close. He snubbed the dogfood because he wasn’t that desperate yet, but he was thirsty after running away so far.

Alice smelled pretty nice to Joseph, really nice in fact. He got closer to her to get a better sniff of her scent underneath the artificial perfumes of her soap and deodorant. She knew better than to move when he got closer, lest she startle him, and he decided to be cheeky and lick her hand when he noticed some cookie crumbs still stuck to her fingers.

What Joseph didn’t expect was that Alice took that as a sign he wanted to be petted. It was startling, to say the least. No one had ever pet him before, not even his parents!

Then again, they didn’t hug him either.

It felt... nice. Far nicer than it had any right to feel, especially after he felt so shitty after getting roughed up by his shitty pack. Joseph melted under the touch and leaned into Alice as she used both hands to put him so gently, his tail wagging for the first time in forever.

Werewolves hid among humanity, but didn’t have much respect for them. Joseph didn’t see a reason to respect humans or werewolves, but this one... this one felt nice, really, really nice. Maybe it was just because of the full moon making him feel more wolf-like and instinctive, but he thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be this human’s pet... at least until he recovered from his injuries. He shouldn’t stay too long in case one of his pack decided to track him down to punish him for running away.

Alice felt so warm, and Joseph wanted more of her touch. He could’ve cried when she hugged him and called him a good boy.

Unfortunately, such a beautiful moment didn’t last long, as Alice started to cough and she backed from Joseph while covering her mouth and nose. “I guess your owner’s a smoker, huh?”

Joseph never batted an eye whenever a teacher caught him with cigarettes. Their detentions, wagging fingers, and warnings of the danger of teenage smoking never reached him. If anything, their obnoxious lectures just made him want to cut class to light up another joint. It was only when Alice, the first person to hug him in forever, had to put some distance between them so she could breathe did he regret ever picking up the habit.

Even still, Alice brought Joseph back to her house with the intention of taking him to the vet to get him treated in the morning. The family dogs were wary of him, as was expected since they had a better sense of the danger a werewolf posed, but her human family were welcoming. Fortunately, acting friendly enough convinced them that he simply was a very wolf-like breed rather than an actual wolf, let alone a werewolf.

Still, they kept a more careful distance from Joseph than Alice did. They looked him over, and he allowed a few pets, but none of them smelled as appealing as Alice, or cuddled him like she did. Unfortunately, being indoors made it harder to avoid the smell of smoke, so she was forced to keep her distance.

It made Joseph feel a little lonely.

During the night when everyone was asleep, Joseph raided the fridge in a form that actually had opposable thumbs and prowled around the house. He found Alice in her room, but he couldn’t stay long when she started coughing in her sleep. He did linger long enough to notice that she had some fantasy romance novels, a couple of which involved supernatural creatures like werewolves.

Joseph wanted to stay and get to know Alice, but he was a danger to her. Not only would the pack find him if he didn’t keep going, but something as stupidly mundane as a smoking habit was keeping him away from the first person to make him feel warm and cared for in his life.

That night, Joseph reconsidered what he really wanted. He wanted to find a new life, a better life, one with actual love in it. Before he didn’t know how to do it besides forcing his parents, teachers, peers... just someone to finally look at him like a person and not a burden. Now... now there was a chance. He found a ray of sunshine in his dark life. He had a goal to work towards.

Joseph returned to the pack, but not before getting some information he could use, like Alice’s home address and phone number. He would sneak back to watch her from a distance, waiting until it would be safe for him to see her again. He quit smoking, but it would be a while until he stopped smelling of smoke.

One time when Joseph snuck by to see Alice, he saw a scrawny human boy by her side. It wasn’t unexpected - humans spent time with humans, though it did make him feel lonely to see her spending time with someone else when he couldn’t. Worse, was how much fun they were having, laughing, playing around and joking together. They were close.

Then Joseph caught wind of the boy’s pheromones... and hers as well.

The two of them were attracted to each other.

It irritated Joseph, which wasn’t helped by his nicotine withdrawal. Yes, humans were meant to be with humans, and he was supposed to mate with another werewolf and all that bullshit, but fuck that! He hadn’t even gotten the chance to talk to Alice yet, and here was this little toad daring to hug and lust after the first person to show him just the smallest scrap of warmth.

Joseph couldn’t handle it.

Ian had some incidents coming home from Alice’s house where he was stalked by a wild dog or a wolf that chased after him, snapping teeth and growling. However, it would mysteriously only go after him when he was alone and somehow always avoided his attempts at snapping a photo on his phone. On those nights, he wasn’t even truly safe at home, as he would hear scratching at his windows, only to find nothing there, and he thought he heard whispers warning him to stay away from Alice. It made him paranoid and afraid to walk alone when visiting her, and his mom twisted his experiences as being demonic in nature, a warning that he better not have any sinful thoughts about his friend...

It created some distance between Ian and Alice. They were still friends and still close, but he visited her house less often and felt more anxious about his romantic and spicy feelings towards her. This made it even harder for him to gather the courage to ask her out and try to go from friends to something more.

Which suited Joseph perfectly.

It was at least a year after that first encounter that Joseph arranged an ‘accidental’ first encounter with Alice in his human form while she was out and about in the city. Although she kept a greater distance from him as a human than she did as a “dog,” he managed to act cheerful and friendly enough to get her to lower her guard.

The time waiting to see Alice wasn’t spent idly. Joseph had been preparing for that “first” meeting with her, studying more about how to act than he ever did at school, though he did pull his grades up. He stopped acting out, ironically now trying not to attract anyone’s attention in his hometown, so that no one would realize he was sneaking off.

His pack might have hid among humans, but they kept their distance and felt humans were beneath them. They would never accept Joseph’s obsession with one, not unless he became the leader of the pack and changed the rules, or could earn the right to leave the pack, both of which would require him to battle and defeat the alpha.

It was an exhausting balancing act, but worth it to Joseph. He got stronger, pulled up his grades in school, and visited Alice whenever he could. They became friends, and got close enough they exchanged cell phone numbers. He was elated, and the more time he got to know her, the deeper he fell for her.

Joseph did intend to just befriend Alice, he really did, but when she gave him a hug while he was in his human form, he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted more.

He wanted her to be his mate for life.

You know, sometimes werewolf romances have mystical mate bonds, so let’s go with that. It’d be fitting since it’s similar to the connection between Jack and his sunshine in the main universe. Werewolves have one mate for life when they make the mark and all sorts of perks and all those fun tropes.

Joseph did his best to appeal to Alice, and he was thrilled the first time he caught scent of her interest in him - not Ian or someone else, but him! He nearly acted on it right there, but he knew her better by this point. She was shy, took things slowly, and when sneakily prying about her thoughts on romance, he found out that she’d only want to date someone she was friends with first.

Fine, fine, Joseph could wait. He had to take care of his pack’s potential interference anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to secure a good future too if he was going to start a family. Alice did admit she wanted a big family with a bunch of kids in the future, and he was quite happy to imagine having a whole litter of pups with her.

Joseph managed to defeat the alpha by the time he graduated high school. He could have taken over for the pack, but screw them all. He was free, more or less. He had a scholarship, he made sure to enroll in the same college Alice was attending, and he even managed to arrange it so that they would be staying in the same dorm. He wanted to be roommates with her, but the damn school decided that students of the same gender couldn’t stay on the same floor, let alone share a room.

Now that Joseph finally was free, he asked Alice out on the first day of classes, and she shyly accepted.

The fact that Ian just happened to be in earshot at the time really was a total coincidence. Really.

One date led to more, then a relationship. Joseph was the ideal boyfriend, kind, considerate, and very loving. Alice was wonderful to him as well, so cuddly and affectionate. She made him feel so loved and appreciated in a way no one else could.

Joseph swapped out his nicotine addiction for a caffeine addiction, but that was fine. Alice liked the smell of coffee, and although she didn’t really care to drink it, she didn’t mind the taste of it when he kissed her. After a while the smell of coffee would remind her of him, especially when they kissed.

Now that they had gotten this far, Joseph had to gently warm Alice up to the idea of werewolves. She enjoyed horror movies as well as gothic romances, so he had something to work with, getting familiar with some werewolf romance media to show her and talk to her about. It was so romantic how a human and a werewolf could make a relationship work despite all odds, wasn’t it?

Joseph would feel insecure when Alice made friends besides him, especially if he caught wind of any sort of attraction they had towards her. Shaun also had the annoying stink of cat on him. Joseph was quick to make it clear early on after meeting him who Alice wanted to be with, much to her embarrassment.

After all, she hadn’t been expecting Joseph to (gently) bite her neck while she was introducing Shaun and Joseph to one another.

“Joey!” Alice hissed breathlessly as she pushed Joseph back, her face cherry red. “Not here!”

Joseph chuckled, unrepentant as he admired the new mark he left behind on her skin along with the others that made it clear to everyone that Alice was his. “Sorry, sunshine, I just couldn’t resist.”

During a full moon, a werewolf’s instincts are much stronger, which made it that much harder for Joseph to hold back his urge to mate with Alice. He had to take it slowly with her, mindful of her comfort, but oh how she drove him so crazy sometimes. It seemed to get harder and harder to stop when she signaled an end to their make out sessions, but he would never, ever do anything she didn’t want, even if it left him with blue balls and with the urge to tear something apart in the woods to burn off the extra energy.

But all the waiting in the world is worth it for Alice, as far as Joseph is concerned, especially the night she finally, finally tells him that she loves him. He gently pried for it, not as forward or as confident as he would as Jack in the game, but he was absolutely just as giddy and relieved to hear it.

Needless to say, when Joseph reveals the truth about his werewolf nature to Alice, she’s very skeptical, thinking it’s a prank at first. He offers to prove it and shocks her when he manages to actually transform into a wolf, and a rather sizable one at that. Although intimidating and world changing, she quickly accepts this side of him, much to his delight.

Wolfy cuddles, petting, and tail wags follow... then Joseph reveals his hybrid form, with a human physique and wolf features. (It’s not too much different than Bo’s “feed me” form.)

It happens to be a full moon, and Joseph, high off of her love and acceptance of every side of him, gets very affectionate. Though intimidated and very nervous, Alice consents to going all the way with him for the first time. She marvels at how a big and dangerous werewolf like Joseph can be so gentle... and how many times he can keep going.

It was quite the learning experience for Alice. First she learned that her boyfriend was a werewolf, then just how big he is, and finally that she can handle someone of his size without pain with enough loving preparation beforehand. Joseph made sure to shower her with praise through the experience, especially when she managed to take his knot.

Needless to say, the two of them skip classes the next day. Joseph is only too happy to carry Alice around until she can walk properly again, much to her embarrassment.

The mate marking happens either during their first time or afterwards, but, in any case, Alice is consenting to it. After all, it means she and Joseph can be together forever. She’s never felt so happy and accepted before. How can she say no when he’s such a wonderful guy who loves her so much?

Sure, Joseph gets a bit territorial, and Alice always has kiss and bite marks that she can never quite hide when out in public, but that just shows how crazy he is about her. How can she not find it flattering?

Although Joseph’s size and werewolf nature can be intimidating, Alice isn’t afraid of him. How could she? He’s the sweetest, most gentle, friendly, and loving person she’s ever known. The idea that he could hurt anyone is completely absurd!

Joseph is the happiest he’s ever been in his life. He finally has his sunshine, and, someday, they’re going to have a nice home and a bunch of happy pups to call their own. As long as no one tries to get between them, everything will end happily ever after.

If they do, well... this wolf knows how to hunt.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #swwsdj #sdj #Werewolf AU #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #Sauce-y Art

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rouzuchan · 2 years

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"Welcome Home"

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Smoky x GN!Reader (ʏᴏᴜ/ʏᴏᴜʀ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff; oneshot 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: gender unspecified; reader used to be from the Nameless City; mild intimidation

Unlike the rest of the S.W.O.R.D. District, you knew this place like the back of your hand. Through the labyrinth of pipes, its breathtaking views, and even escape routes back when you were cheeky and had to resort to stealing. You shocked yourself with how you kept turning to corners and recognizing structures.

The buzzing street lights and clanking metal didn't help your nerves. You recalled being terrified of the darkness, especially the nightlife of Nameless City. You were close to just giving out right then. Until a soft crackling and warm heat waves made you quicken your pace.

Peeking the crossroad, you were met by a familiar street. Your mouth hung slightly, a numb feeling overtook your body as you slowly walked out of the corner. Everything felt so different yet the same, the stark change was the tapered black sheet with 'Rude Boys' spray painted in white.

Your gait made it obvious how anxious and reluctant you were, tripping on your feet every second. But your eyes told a different story. Drinking in the scenery, memories of old flashed before your visions. The happiest moments, the gloomy memories, all of it.

Ever since you got adopted, you returned to your life of minimal solitary. Spending most days alone and lonely. You never wanted to go back to that, your friends swore they wouldn't let you.

In the end, it was your decision. Declaring a promise to return matured, educated, and ready to give their everything to their family.

Suddenly, a swift movement caused you to raise your guard. The road was empty, or at least you thought it was. You swing off your backpack, clutching it towards your body.

As you retreated inside, your back collided with someone's chest. Your body unexpectedly eased, as if it recognized the warmth. But you didn't take your chances.

You rapidly turned around, doing what came naturally.

The culprit's face was turned, his hand slowly rising to his reddened cheek.

Oh. You slapped him.

Before you could apologize, more people suddenly spilled throughout the road, surrounding the person you hit. A tall male with tied hair, clearly angered, was about to grab your forearm. You whacked his arm away, backing to the middle.

They were not pleased with what you did, and for a good reason. "Would you believe me if I said that was an accident?" You blurted out.

"Don't you think—!!" He was pushed away by the guy earlier, his gaze speaking volumes. It made you wanna jump out of your skin. He was the leader for sure. His scruffy brown hair almost covered his sunken yet intimidating ebony eyes. The soft light of the flames emphasized his stern features.

Was it too late to turn away? You could always book a hotel downtown. You felt guilty troubling, from what you deduced, the Rude Boys. Honestly, if they told you to piss off right now, you would gladly (but heartbrokenly) oblige.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came. His brows faintly knitted, concentrating on you. You did the same, intently staring at him, way longer than you should've.

"See? I told you living here wasn't so bad." A finger that wasn't your own pointed at the sunset. The wind brushed through your hair as you heartedly laughed.

"Hehe, yeah you're right!"

That voice. That memory. Could it be...

"Smoky?" You blurted out, not saying that name for years felt criminal. Once you did, his expression softened into surprise. "Y/n—"

"Y/N!!"

A voice shouted from behind. You turn around to see a young woman with toasted auburn locks running towards the crowd. She stops briefly, her hand covering her slacked mouth. You meet her eyes, finally identifying her. "Lala?"

Her grin widened. Without any hesitation, she rushed to you with open arms. Wrapping them around your shoulder. "You're back!" She said, chuckling. You return her embrace, still whiplashed from the sudden affection.

"Y/n?" You both let go. Facing around, an ash blonde with a prominent mole beside his left nose stared at you in awe. You huffed, giving him a knowing smile.

Takeshi bellowed a laugh. "Holy crap," he grabbed your face with his hand, turning your head around, shortly placing them on your shoulders. "It is you."

An arm suddenly grabbed your neck, a fist vigorously ruffling your hair. Your throat rumbled in annoyance, you knew exactly who this was. "Look at you, keeping your word. I thought you'd left us for dead!" Pi said through his teeth.

"Let go, jerk!" You successfully pried his arm off. The group was encased with delight and merriment.

Smoky couldn't move, his body all gone numb. You were back. Physically standing there with his beloved family, almost felt like a fever dream. No matter how extensively you told him otherwise, he truly believed you'd be living your best life. Did something happen? Why were you here?

He wasn't prepared for what came next. You met his stare, returning his captivated look. Jesus Christ, he felt his lungs tighten.

Your smile didn't falter as you gave him an acknowledged bow. "I'm home."

It struck Smoky instantly. That's right. You were home.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Welcome back."

I'm sorry, I'm too in love with this man. ( *︾▽︾) A little background story: This was actually the first draft of my HiGH&LOW fanfiction before I scratched everything and made a new plotline. I liked how it turned out so I’m gonna post this here as a oneshot. Thanks for reading, and don’t be shy to request, please :)

#rouzu fics #high&low #high & low fanfiction #high and low #high and low x reader #high&low x reader #the story of s.w.o.r.d.#high and low fanfiction #rude boys #smokey x reader #smoky #smokey high&low #smoky high and low

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twinklelilstarkey · 2 years

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Dad Rhett! His daughter gets their first period and his wife and Cecilia aren’t available to help him. And his daughter is still elementary age & they haven’t given her the talk yet. Like the scene in My Girl. Fluff and hilarious ensues. 😊

A/N.: Thank you so much for requesting. It means the world to me! Hope what I wrote is good enough <3

Slow Internet - Dad!Rhett Abbott

Words: 1.7k+ Type: Fluff Summary: [What's on the request] Warnings: Mentions of fem!reader [as in 'mom'; no mentions of the mom having a period, either]. Mentions of a period and its symptoms, as well as why it needs to exist. No mentions of the daughter being biological. A panicked father and clueless uncle.

“Okay, uhm…”

Rhett stares at his screen as the website loads. He has no idea what to do. There have been many times where he could’ve, maybe, educated himself better on the subject. Taken the time to do the research so that when this day would come… this wouldn’t happen.

To make things worse, the internet is slow. He has been staring at the loading symbol of some sort of health website for minutes. Long minutes. All while he feels himself almost reaching the state of complete parental panic and frustration in inhumane highs.

You’re on your way from work, already. But, if things couldn't be worse, you will take at least half an hour to get home. Lunchtime is not exactly a time easy to run out of work and even worse to find empty streets. It’s god damn impossible.

“Still nothing, honey. Just a few more minutes.” He tries to tranquilize his daughter from afar.

A sigh is heard from the inside of the bathroom, and Rhett tries to, yet again, refresh the page in hopes of it finishing the loading. The brunette lets his head fall back against the wall. How is he supposed to get anything done with this slow of a phone? If only he had gotten prepared…

Before his mind could make him beat himself up any longer, the sound of moving around in the kitchen reawakes him to reality.

His phone hasn’t started vibrating with a call from his mother. His other (possible) savior. He has nowhere to run for help. He sure isn’t going to ask for help from his dad. Gosh… Would he even know what to do?

A fatigued Perry appears at the end of the hallway, snatching Rhett’s attention from his scolding and mental planning of routes to follow. His brother is breathing heavily and is holding his phone in his hand. Rhett had hoped that it was their mother who called them, but his hope evaporated.

“They say everything is fine on the internet.” Perry exclaims, making his way to his brother, “Did you hear, honey? You’re fine!”

“I am dying!” She screams.

“You are not dying.” The brothers say at the same time.

Rhett hears yet another sigh of defeat.

The small voice mumbles something into the small bathroom, but from the way every sound echos and bounces with the room's tiles, Rhett cannot understand what she's saying most of the time.

“Who’s talking?” She asks, louder this time.

“Uncle Perry, honey.” Rhett answers his daughter.

“When did he get here?” Confusion and frustration were clear in her voice. “Where’s mom?! Or grandma?”

“On their way.”

Silence follows his words right after. And this is when Perry decides that it’s a nice time to read out loud all of his findings. He had climbed the kitchen table to get better reception or better internet. He was ready to say everything out loud.

Rhett watches as his brother walks over to the door of the bathroom and crouches. He then leans in and begins to speak.

“It says here that it’s totally normal for a girl of your age to have it. Some even have it younger- The youngest was 5 years old.” Rhett can’t even hold himself back from sending a glare at his brother. Why was that fact even necessary? “And this is something called... a period.”

There’s a pause, and Perry uses it to check on his brother.

“Are you going to join in, or…?” He asks Rhett.

“Wait for her mom to get home. She’ll explain it.”

“You’re the dad.” Perry leans in to emphasize. “You should be a part of the learning session too.”

That seemed to be convincing enough for both to now be beside one another. Each of them takes a seat in front of the bathroom door and stares at it. They take turns on who holds the phone that has the information and who speaks it.

There were no sounds in the bathroom after each of their long and simple sentences explaining the natural phenomenon until…

“EVERY MONTH?!”

It’s a scream verging into a worded squeal. It penetrated the thick wood of the door with extreme ease. The same door the men have been screaming at for her to hear them this entire time. Both of them share a look before continuing on with no regrets.

“From 3 to 7 days.” Perry prefers to be the one to continue.

“Uh?!”

It's the sound of pure confusion and unacceptance of her new reality. Rhett buried his head in his hands for just a few seconds, and then Perry gave him the phone once more.

“You should be the one telling her this.”

Rhett wasn’t even sure what was the worst part he had to mention. His daughter is in elementary school for god’s sake, and now he had to mention how this not only will involve pain from cramps, but also continuous days of blood. Oh, and yeah, he also has to do the breaking of the news about “it means that you have babies.”

The poor girl doesn’t even know kids aren’t taken to their parents by storks yet. He is not the right person to work these things out with her. He knows it.

“Can you at least open the door?” Rhett asks as he faces the tall wood surface before him.

“No!”

“Please?” He tries with a softer voice as well as with a little worried tone. She has been closed in there for the past 20 minutes. Of course, he's worried.

There is a long silence, and Rhett doesn’t let his hope grow with it as he doesn’t hear her walk around. At least she could be considering it, so, he doesn't let his hope die down right away.

“Why don’t you want to come out?” He tries.

“I don’t know.” She says softly, “I feel embarrassed.”

Perry stays silent as he looks between his brother and the door.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, honey. It’s normal.” He emphasizes the last statement.

“How can this be normal?!" She squeals once more.

Rhett sighs and looks at his brother for help. Perry has a daughter too but he didn't have to worry about this with her. His mom was home right when she got it and he wasn't. He really only got the news when arranging the table for dinner. The lucky bastard didn't have to deal with any of this.

“It is natural for you to have it. You're supposed to have this.” He tries to continue with an even softer voice.

“But I don't want it.” The small girl answers back.

“I know.” He answers, “But you'll get used to it. I promise you... Mommy can explain everything better when she gets home, but you have to believe me. Nothing bad is happening, and you're okay.”

Rhett waits for a few seconds for her to move inside of the bathroom, whether to open the door or to just, well, walk around. Perry is quiet, and Rhett swears that he forgot his brother was there for a good bit.

His brown eyes look through the phone and its bright screen. He reads a few words automatically as his eyes hover over the website on his brother's phone. He reads more of the same details that he was able to explain in simple words "it is natural." and "you are not dying".

There are two words that appear in front of him that make his mind light up with an idea.

“There's another thing.” Rhett starts again, breaking the silence.

“What?” She answers right away.

“You can eat all the chocolate you want when you have this.” He offers her her favorite food.

It is an easier way to say to the little girl that she can very much do what her food cravings will ask her to do. She doesn't even know what those are, but what he did just now are the words his daughter had been dreaming of hearing for a long time.

She doesn't speak, but she doesn't stay silent either. Both Perry and Rhett lift their eyes from the floor back to the door when they hear shuffling inside the bathroom. Unexpectedly, the lock clicks out of place and the door opens ever so slightly. The small little head of Rhett's daughter peeks out, and her eyes find his.

“All of the chocolate I want?” She repeats his words.

Perry almost interferes, taking the wording a little too literal. You're not going to like this.

“All of it.” Rhett repeats.

The door opens more, and she walks out entirely. His dad is just 2 steps away from the door, she could reach for him with no worries, but she's hesitant.

“You okay?” He asks her, and she takes in a deep breath.

A car is heard pulling up by the house, and Perry disturbs the moment to get up and check on who it could be. Rhett and his daughter look as he walks down the hallway with speed on his steps, ready to have someone better at the job at hand with them.

Rhett looks back at his daughter when Uncle Perry is out of view, she looks at him as well, taking a small step. She is distancing herself from the bathroom and walking closer to him. They had been playing just like every other day simply a few minutes ago, and she is not exactly proud of screaming at him.

“Are you feeling better? Calmer?” Rhett tries to get a response.

She nods this time. He offers her a grin and lifts his hand to lay it over her back. It's a comforting touch, his hand moves upwards and downwards slowly, but isn't exactly enough for the girl.

She walks on closer and wraps her arms around his neck.

“I'm sorry for screaming.” She whispers, ashamed, on the crook to his neck.

Rhett wraps his arms around her too, pulling his small girl into his arms after so many minutes of her screaming at him. She sure has the same pair of lungs as when she was a baby.

“It's okay.” He whispers back into the fabric of her shirt.

There are footsteps going throughout the house and, soon, you appear at the end of the hallway. The small girl detaches herself from her father's hug and looks at her mom, already searching for all the answers she needs. Rhett can't wait to see your face when he tells you what made your daughter get out of the bathroom.

I hope you liked this <;3 Feel free to request!

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott imagines #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott oneshot #rhett abbott one shot #rhett abbott fanfiction #outer range fanfic #outer range #outer range imagines #outer range fanfiction #outer range fic #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott fic #dad rhett abbott #lewis pullman

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linawritestwst · 1 year

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Hello(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ can I request enemies to lovers headcanons or oneshot/drabble with Lilia x FEM reader

Here's my idea : so reader is a general from another kingdom that is in war with briar valley and there they met Lilia on the battle field cuz yk Lilia used to be a general.

So now we have two routes:

Route 1: they developed feelings during the war and kept there relationship a secret, and after a peace treaty was signed they publicly announced their relationship.

Route 2: it has been years since the war happened,reader decides to attend nrc cuz she's bored or something and there she reunites and old friend or should I say foe ? It's an understatement to say that they're both shocked to see each other here and are quite confused on how to feel for one another, on one hand the war was many years ago none of them have any reason to keep hating each other, on the other hand though they've had many unpleasant, to say the least, encounters in the past which ended with each hating the other even more then they already do. So after about a month of contemplating they both decide to move on and get to know each other after a few months of befriending each other they both fell in love and the rest I'll leave to your glorious brain (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Pick the route you like most I personally like route 2 but I wanted to leave you some options (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Also could you add jealous/yandere Lilia in there ? 🙏 I'd really appreciate it if you do but if you don't want to that's okay ☺️ so sorry if this too specificಥ‿ಥ

Thank you and have a great week ( ◜‿◝ )♡

lilia x reader who was a general fighting against briar valley (fem!reader)

I'M SO LATE I AM SORRY. i still hope that you like these headcanons though! also it was a bit hard to come up with them, you wrote so much, i didn't even know what to add here, haha. (but your ideas are soooo interesting!) i chose route 2 and i hope you don't mind me changing some details! also the reader character here is a fae, i thought it would be easier for me to write it that way.

warnings: mentions of war, yandere themes, possible ooc, mentions of obsession, scars and some physical violence (mostly just mentions of you and lilia trying to kill each other in the past and you attacking lilia at some point).

♡ you still remember the war, even though it happened years, maybe even centuries ago. it was a tough one, that's for sure, mostly because of how strong and skilled your enemies were. one of them was especially interesting.. no, you can't call someone who was your enemy a word like that. let's say that he was especially dangerous. honestly, if it wasn't for the peace treaty, you wouldn't be surprised if briar valley won just because of that guy's strength and powers. you're not saying this because you're not confident in your skills or you think that your army was too weak, you're just stating a fact. but to your shock, after it ended, your worst enemy came to you and.. said that if you were given more time, you would totally win? and then he just walked away with that usual mysterious smile of his. well, whatever, you could never understand him and his thought process anyway.

♡ that war happened a very, very long time ago. your kingdom is safe, you didn't have a war like that in many years and you deserved to finally take a break. however, you had no idea what to do, your whole life was just fighting and trying to protect your kingdom, what are you supposed to do now? hm, maybe you should just.. focus on your education for now? it feels so weird to say it right now, when younger fae can already call you a grandma. but hey, it's never too late to learn something new, right?

♡ so, you started attending nrc, a school for the greatest magicians in twisted wonderland. you didn't find it that special, really, but it sure was fun to meet so many young students and hang out with them. you almost feel like you're a teenager again. maybe coming here wasn't a bad idea- wait, who's that? why do they look so familiar? it's almost like you've seen that person before.. oh, of course you did. you've literally fought against each other in a war before. but why is he here? isn't he a bit too old for this? though you know you're not the best person to say this just what is lilia vanrouge himself doing here?

♡ lilia is just as surprised as you are, however, for some reason he seems very.. happy about it? it's like he's genuinely glad to see you again after all these years. you ask him about it and he just laughs, saying that what happened between you two was so long ago, you can read about it in the history textbooks, but now the world is completely different and it doesn't look like there even was a war. lilia even confesses that he always thought that if it wasn't for the war, you two would become great friends. he always wanted to get to know you more, but of course, he couldn't do it because of obvious reasons. but he did admire you and he still meant it, when he said that if you were given more time, you would totally win.

♡ you want to say that you're surprised lilia is not as serious about it as you are.. but you're not. lilia has always been like this, even on the battlefield, he still had that playful smile and the war felt like a game to him. though that only managed to make him look more terrifying. of course, this guy doesn't think much of it anymore and he's even happy to see you. but to hear that he always admired you and wanted to learn more about you.. for some reason, your heart beats faster after you hear these words. no, you can't think of him like that. maybe lilia is still acting like his carefree self, but you remember just how much you had to go through because of him. and this was supposed to be just a nice and relaxing break for you..

♡ .. you hate to admit it, but for some unknown reason you actually enjoy the time you've been spending with lilia. you still have to stop yourself from punching him every time he says something dumb, but sometimes listening to him talk about random stuff makes all your worries go away. of course, you'd never tell him the truth, he would never shut up about it then. he already teases you way too much, you can't even tell when he's being serious or not.. wait, why do you even want him to be serious? come on, y/n, you know this man, he was your enemy but you know him better than you knew some of your friends. lilia vanrouge will just keep playing with your heart and emotions like that until you finally break. that's how he's always been, so don't you even think of getting attached to someone like him.

♡ you hate yourself for thinking about him all the time. just how can you betray your own kingdom like this? no, you don't care, if the war happened a long time ago, you still can't.. well, uh, you can't like someone who you had to fight in the past! he literally tried to kill you so many times, you can't fall in love with someone like him! he is not a "mysterious and attractive villain who you end up catching feelings for" and this is not an enemies to lovers novel. and even if you do admit your feelings for him, what's next? lilia definitely doesn't love you back, he just sees you as his toy, he expects you to fall right into his trap. and if someone finds out about your relationship.. no, you don't want to think about it.

♡ that's it, you just have to meet someone new. there are so many students you can talk to, why do you keep spending time with lilia anyway?.. wait, maybe you shouldn't think about answering this question. so, you start making more and more friends and you're not that scared of falling for lilia anymore. who knows, maybe you'll even forget about him soon! yes, that would be better for both of you. you start forming an especially close bond with a particular student and you see and talk to each other every day. he's mostly just a friend to you, but.. maybe there could be something more? you don't actually have any feelings for him, but if dating him will make lilia leave you alone..

♡ hm, for some reason that student started acting weird recently. he's ignoring you and whenever you try to talk to him, he runs away, almost like he's scared of you or something. but why would he even be scared of you? you thought you had a pretty good relationship, there even was a chance of it becoming more romantic. so why would he suddenly- ohh, you get it. you get it now. this student isn't scared of you, he's just scared of becoming closer with you. and he doesn't want to talk to you anymore because he knows that someone will be very angry if you two actually fall in love with each other. and you know so well who this person is.

♡ why is he doing this? does he just want to make you suffer? you knew it, he never truly cared about you. just how could you be so naive? even though you literally fought in a war, deep inside you're still that innocent girl that you were before all of it happened. you find lilia and ask him what he did to that student. at first he looks surprised, but he quickly realizes that there's no point in playing dumb. you are a smart girl, after all, he always knew that. so, what happened between him and that student? oh, lilia just threatened him and said that if he even thinks of dating you, he will regret it greatly. you're sure that lilia said something a lot more scary to him, he probably just doesn't want to describe the details right now.

♡ you grab him by his throat, his short height really didn't help him that much. and for some reason he doesn't even try to resist. you just want to know why he did this. is he just a sadistic monster? or maybe that's his revenge for everything that happened during the war? you're fine with both of these answers, you just don't want him to.. you know, actually be in love with you. oh well, looks like it's time for lilia to tell you the truth. the thing is.. he actually wasn't that honest when you two first saw each other here. lilia was shocked to see you again and he wasn't that happy about it. yes, he does admire you, that's for sure, but he remembered everything you did to him back then. you weren't the only one who got hurt. he still has some scars left from that time you were surprisingly close to killing him. sure, lilia is pretty chill and relaxed most of the time, but he wasn't that glad to see you at first. hey, even though he's kinda weird and he knows it himself, he can hold a grudge too, you know.

♡ but now that you two didn't have to think about the war anymore, lilia remembered just how interesting he found you in the past. though he wouldn't call that interest "love" or anything like that, it was something much more.. twisted. like sure, he did want to know more about you and he thought you were a fascinating person, but he still would kill you if he had to. actually, he would love to kill you, he wanted to find out all of your weaknesses. but now, as he kept talking to you and becoming closer with you whether you wanted it or not.. that interest became something more pure and innocent. wow, he really did get a crush on his enemy from the past! haha, well, that's embarrassing.

♡ he apologizes for what he did to that student though you're not sure if he's being sincere, maybe he still has the same kind of interest in you that he had in the past. maybe his love for you still has elements of obsession. it's just.. it was painful for him to think about you choosing someone else over him. like hey, even after all these years, you two have finally met again! isn't it just fate basically telling you to finally admit your feelings for each other? maybe your love for each other is not that perfect, it's flawed, some people would even think of it as toxic or disgusting, but.. it sure does exist. maybe you two could work on it together? maybe you two have to finally start being honest with each other? what do you say, y/n?

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader

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alister312 · 1 year

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okie alister. tell me. why gregstophe 🤨. give me a movie pitch for ur blorbo i want to see it like u do :>

There are many reasons “why gregstophe” BUT let’s see if I can give a relatively quick sales pitch—

Is “opposites attract” a trope you enjoy? Good news, this ship is for you! On one hand you’ve got Gregory: an impeccably mannered, Harvard Yardale-educated Brit with strong morals and a passion for politics and revolution. Then on the other hand there’s Christophe: a dirt-loving, God-hating French mercenary with a penchant for fighting everyone and saying wild shit at socially inappropriate times. However, they are friends (or at least allies) and seem to be among the only people the other respects. This begs the question: why? Are they different around each other, when they’re alone? Softer, perhaps? Do their walls come down, no need for pretenses? Do they bicker, or is it what they do more like banter? Maybe they’re only opposites on a surface level.

Are you a Les Mis fan? Because these two are just (as i once saw someone put it) Walmart-brand Enjolras and Grantaire, and many of the tropes those two have get brought into Gregstophe. Namely, Christophe’s unwavering devotion and loyalty to Gregory’s fight for freedom. Even if he doesn’t quite believe in the cause himself, he believes in Gregory enough to give his life. Honestly even if you aren’t a Les Mis fan (like me, i’ve only ever seen the bad movie adaptation once), you can see hints of this in the BLU movie. Christophe refuses to help the main boys rescue Terrance and Phillip until Gregory’s name gets mentioned and then, as Christophe dies, he sings a reprise of Gregory’s song. That sounds like textbook unwavering devotion to me.

Do you like playing around with religious themes and imagery? I do, and again they are perfect for that. Half of Christophe’s screen time is him talking about how much God hates him (and he hates God) and Gregory’s song “La Resistance” heavily implies that his morals are based in Christian beliefs. I personally like expanding that further into classic Catholic Feeling Repression™️. The self makes for such a good antagonist narratively and WOW do they just scream two characters whose greatest demons are their own expectations they heap upon themselves.

Lastly, there’s the mercenary route that many people take with them. Christophe canonically is one and Gregory is often rewritten as one (it’s not a hard leap), which leads to SO many possibilities. There’s the high stakes risk of dangerous jobs which could be just the thing to help feelings bubble to the surface. There’s the physical hurt they can experience and the angst that comes with it, often paired with patching wounds or miscommunication in worry disguised as anger. There’s the “we’re business partners, we can’t have romantic feelings, we have to be detached and professional especially in a dangerous field such as this” repression you can add (perhaps ON TOP of the religious repression). And you don’t even need to have them be mercenaries! They could be spies instead, or revolutionaries (which is what they really are), and you would still be able to use all those tropes. Sure you can do that with any ship but these two have that good good canon confirmation to fuel headcanons.

NOW— did they ever actually interact on screen? Well. No lol. The closest we have is the confirmation that they know one another via Gregory having Christophe’s address on his person and Christophe trusting the main boys once they mention Gregory sent them. Also, a draft of the script for the movie had them interacting on screen and Christophe alludes to him and Gregory having rescued canadian prisoners together before. You’re gonna need your imagination but the groundwork is there!! It’s a ship so ripe with potential it makes me insane.

so… yeah! viva la gregstophe 🏳️‍🌈

#and by ‘relatively quick’ I do mean ~600 words lol. not sorry i can only condense myself so much when it comes to them #south park #gregstophe #sp ships #gregory of yardale #christophe delorne #there’s been many different takes on their character and dynamic over the years but imo this is the most interesting and closest to canon #(and I feel rather confident saying that second part bc I went through and documented everything we canonically know about both of them)#(so if anyone outside of matt and trey knows canonical Them it’s me)

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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HI! Buriko-senpai, lately ive been to interested in japan and its whole history (one of the reasons being your blog because its so fascinating how much of kny is connected to japanese folklore and history) so i wanted to know if you would have some recs for me to learn japanese or its history... though its fine if it cant be answered bc this isnt much of a kny ask, still, thank you for inspiring me to learn about japanese culture and also throw me down the rabbit hole that is kny (❤´艸｀❤)

Sup!! So glad I can inspire aspiring Japanese folklorists/aficionados/scholars! Or weebs, that's fine, let's own that term. And that totally is one of the things I love about KnY, it has so many connections to real life culture and lore!

When it comes to learning a language, the first step is asking yourself your goals. If you want to attain professional fluency you can expect to devote a lot of time and money to serious language acquisition, but if you want to be conversational and make friends, this is easier to do through dedicated self-study. It's also okay to just want to know travel basics, and to forget them all after taking a trip abroad! I've always taken hardcore textbook routes with the languages I wanted to hardcore acquire, and I've never used Duolingo or Rosetta Stone but I've liked Mango for gaining conversational travel phrases (which I made good use of while traveling and then forgot everything after traveling). What I suggest for self-study is finding an audio-course which you may be able to find at your local library, like Pimsleur, so you can play it on repeat and mimic and respond to what you hear. If you want an app for the writing system, I liked KanjiBox back in the day, and prior to that I used Tuttle Language Library kana/kanji workbooks. And for my other personal tips on language, see here! My tips do include active listening while watching anime. As for Japanese history, bill wurtz already has you covered in nine minutes, but gaining a general image of the different times periods and their order helps to build a framework for appreciating anime set in different time periods, as well as to tie famous places and people to their context. To take it further and fill in gaps in understanding, timelines of events can help, as long as they are focused on what will aid your understanding as opposed to, say, cramming for a Nerd Test. Wikipedia rabbit holes of bios of historical figures are also lots and lots and lots of fun.

As for deeper explorations of cultural topics and the history behind them, I've got my old blog about San-in region stories and adventures but it looks horrific with the Photobucket watermark all over everything. That said, you should still be able to download the silly and educational Kojiki mythology comics to avoid those watermarks, though. (Do note that my focus was only myths which took place in the San-in region, so like, a third of them, but not the whole Kojiki/Nihonshoki/Fudoki.)* *On this note, if I could ask Gotouge one question, it would be, "Did you happen to see my drawing of Kagutsuchi and did that influence the spirits inside Tanjiro's inner space????"

As for places I recently enjoy gaining insights, two of my go-to YouTube channels for this lately are Linfamy (watch out for dirty jokes everywhere, though I find his wording hilarious) and Let's Ask Shogo (I like how his explanations are straightforward and clear for general audiences, but still rich with detail).

Something that's been fun with the KnY phenomena is that it brings out all the nerds, and I learn so much from people putting out unofficial KnY books to introduce more of their knowledge specialties just because they can frame it with a KnY focus, or theorists who see connections in canon with existing lore that don't stand out to me. Part of the reason writing this blog is fun is because I get to bridge the language gap and tell people in the English speaking fandom cool things that people are saying in the Japanese fandom!

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thebariatricblog · 2 months

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You’re On Your Way to Bariatric Surgery…But Your Loved Ones Have Mixed Feelings. Now What?!

Now this topic right here…is the KICKER.

You are on your way to bariatric/weight loss surgery but some of your family and friends don’t understand why you chose that route. “Can’t you just eat less and exercise more?” “You’re not even THAT fat so you don’t need it!” Or you get the folks that have heard these conspiracies about folks eating so much after surgery that their new stomach/pouch explodes and they die…yeah I’ve heard all of this, too.

You can’t control everyone’s opinions about WLS but you can control how you respond to them.

First of all, your body - your choice. Ultimately, you are the one that knows what is best for you and your health. No one else can tell you that. They obviously don’t live in your body so how would they know what you need to get healthy? In my journey, I had got to a point where my appetite was outrageous and I could no longer put on my clothes comfortably. I was huffing and puffing trying to put on shoes 🙄 I couldn’t take walks without my ankles swelling so much to where I had to sit and let the pain ride on. I knew I had to do something. I tried the gym, eating less, restricting (which is a BAD idea) and it didn’t work. That’s why I decided to go the WLS route and it was (and still is) the best option for me.

Second of all, keep yourself educated on all things WLS. This helps with dispelling those WLS rumors. Ask your doctors questions. Find workshops or classes related to WLS. Find “peer reviewed” articles and sources to learn. This helps you have a well rounded knowledge of WLS and to help educate your loved ones on what actually happens. Will they still bring up dumb stuff? Oh yeah! As long as you keep educating them, they’ll eventually understand your choice…or they won’t and that is still OKAY!

Lastly, this is the hardest thing to grasp and accept but there are going to be individuals that will not open their minds to the WLS world. They are going to say things like, “WLS is the easy way out” which grinds my everlasting gears. They won’t ever understand. And some of these people will be your own folks! The best thing to do is pray for them (I’m Christian so that’s what I do personally) and leave them be. You don’t need that kind of negativity in your life. WLS and this journey is hard enough on us and we have to stay focused on the task at hand!

I’m going to try and post every Saturday from now on. It’s the only day I get to focus on this project. Thanks for reading and let me know what other topics you’d like to discuss!

-AJ

#bariatricsurgery #gastric bypass #gastric sleeve #weight loss #wlscommunity #wlsjourney #weightlossjourney #healthyliving #healthylifestyle #healthy

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>Well, then... >It's time to go to bed, soon. __ >..................

>Say, mom...... >We're taking a bath together, right? >Tonight I'll wash your back. __ >Akane said so, >and fell asleep >after the bath with her mother......

>And with that, the agreed upon eight years went by...... >Akane graduated high school, >and took another step towards becoming an adult. __ >And then......

>How much time has passed >since Akane left you? >You recieved a letter. __ >Dear Mother, > >How have you been? >I have been doing well. >Since I've left you to return to my distant hometown, >half a year has passed by already.

>I am working for the government in the capital, >and am involved in the administrative workings. >To restore the former glory of my kingdom, >I think the most important thing is to learn direcly on site. > >What I remember is what I have learnt >in the days in your world. >I have learnt a lot of important things >through the education I recieved from you as a girl. __ >The balance of the world here is still lost, >and you can't say the public administration >is working as it should. >Especially the chief vassals are losing >their will in regards to rebuilding the kingdom, >and the whole country is consumed by hopelessness; >you can't call it anything but a grave situation.

>The whole situation might be difficult, >but it was you who taught me >to belive in and to do what I should do. >I hope you stay well. >Please pray for the return of peace in my home kingdom. > >Your daughter, Akane > >Best regards __ >It's been a year since she left ―― (me). >To restore the kingdom, >Akane has been supporting and working under the king......

>Lady Azuma, >how will we proceed on the matters of >laying the trading routes in the eastern woodland? __ >I am sure I have told you that, rather than laying the trading routes, >the food issues take priority. >We won't pass winter like that.

>Well, then I assume I may arrange for the dispatchment >of the troops for the northern mountain district? __ >No. I have heard the monsters in the >mountain district are trivial matters. >We will leave it to the mountain garrisons.

>......hmm. >Nonetheless, problems are piling up due to the monsters. >The helping hands we have are not enough. __ >We have no time to complain. >.........especially now that His Majesty has fallen ill, >we will have to rule the government properly......

>Azuma............ __ >What? Y-Your Majesty!? >You shouldn't be walking around! >Please return to your chambers!!

>If it's you......I can entrust............... >this country to you............ __ >What is Your Majesty saying!? >I am still inexperienced. Am I not having enough >trouble, still, just assisting you?!

>......I have given my life...... >to protect the kingdom...... >Won't someone grant me a some sleep...... __ >Your Majesty--!!

>His Majesty passed...... >The nation, not to speak of the chief vassals, >has been grief stricken by the sudden tragic news. __ >A solemn state funeral was hold, >and the streets were full of people mourning the death of the king.

>But, we can't let this get to us forever. >Our country is still far from peaceful, after all...... __ >The fastest to recover from this stroke of fate >was Akane, >who has been supporting the king from the shadows......

>Then, half a year later............ __ >As per his will, >Akane has been entrusted to rule the kingdom as the queen.

>Originally the crown prince was supposed to be the next in line, >but he understood he, compared to Akane, >was unfit for that role. __ >The crown prince himself renounced his right to the throne succession >and appointed Akane as the queen.

>Akane may still be young, >but she has the gift of charming the masses. __ >More than anything, the knowledge she amassed >in the other country is ought to be helpful to rebuild this one.

>You, who has raised her, made no mistake in educating her. >On the contrary, you could say >what you did was splendid. __ >The young girl that dreamed of becoming a princess >skipped that step to become a queen at once, after all......

>Of course I have studied on the matters of political economy, >and I am sure the experiences I have gained in the other country >will prove helpful to rule our kingdom.

>But more than anything, in the days I spent with mother, >I have learned just how precious peace is. __ >I want to make this a country, >where everyone can live in peace and happiness, >just as in that country.

>I am going to restore the harmony in our country >while mother is still young and healthy. >Please watch over me. __ >The rule of Queen Akane, >to restore the harmony of this world, >has just begun............

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i'm done i'm done i'm donEEEEEEEEE took me 68 hours and as expected, i spent the entire last month crying my eyes out while we went through the city on the weekends, just going to the aquarium, cinema, the beach or hiking, but look at her, look at my girl, she became the queen of a country!! princess maker my ass, she became a queen like no other!!!!! towards the end i think i headed towards a few other endings (aspar and rocher marriage ending, heaven's, spirit's and fairy's queen) and i made saves along the way to come back to it one day, but with steam not working for windows 7 from tomorrow onwards, who knows when i'll get to it lol. i found a fix that's supposed to prevent it not working for me anymore but if it'll actually do anything i won't know before it's time. i made backups of the saves, anyways, so if i ever get a windows 10 computer, maybe i'll go for the endings i've set save states for, because i don't think i'll manage to do these in the coming 12 hours lol. except for the kuroda-kun marriage ending, maybe, because he asked akane out once again in like march, so i'd have to replay fifteen minutes max but i really don't care at all for marriage endings we'll see

i miss her so much already, but of course she has responsibilities as a queen(!!!) so i have no choice but to watch over her from behind uwu ahh, my dear daughter, i love her so much!!!!!

#game #princess maker 5 #so no ana-san or actress or aidoru ending for me huh #confession: i've been done for like a week #i just couldn't be assed to do the translation

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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Carla Route ー Sub Scenario w/Subaru

–> In between the main route chapters, the player is taken to the area map of the Parade where you can freely roam around. There are four different places to visit, each with different mini games and sub scenarios to enjoy.

AREA: GLIMMER MAIN STREET

CHARACTER: SUBARU

ー The scene starts on Glimmer Main Street

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( I wonder what’s wrong with Subaru-kun? )

( I feel as if he’s been watching us this whole time... )

Carla: ...Oi, you.

Subaru: ーー !

Carla: What is your problem? ...Do you want me to erase you from this world?

Subaru: I-It’s nothin’! Aren’t you just a lil’ too self-conscious!?

Carla: ...Hooh. Are you insulting me?

Very well. I shall turn you into ashesーー

*Woosh*

Yui: C-Carla-san! You can’t!

( At this rate, Subaru-kun will...!! )

Subaru: ...Damn, this shit’s really somethin’ else...

Carla: ...Hm?

Yui: What did you say just now...?

Subaru: Haah!? I didn’t say anythin’!

Right. I definitely don’t think you’re cool or somethin’!

Not once have I thought you stand so proud all by yourself or how I wish I could be like that one day. Nope. Never!!

Yui: ( Could it be that Subaru-kun looks up to Carla-san...!? )

Carla: Hah...I see.

Subaru: Oi! Why did you laugh just now!?

Carla: Do not worry about it. ...However, my mood has been improved. I shall show you my power.

Subaru: ーー !? Your power...!?

Carla: Exactly. Take for example that building behind you...

Someone like me can easilyーー

*WOOSH*

*Crumble crumble*

Carla: ...Flatten it to the ground.

Yui: ( The building collapsed from just one attack...!? )

Subaru: ...For real...?

I can’t believe a single individual can hold this much power...

Carla: Heh...This is the power of a Founder...Hm?

ー A crowd runs up to them

Subaru: Who are those people? They’re coming our way...

Yui: ( Ah...! We destroyed one of the buildings so could they be staff members...!? )

Carla: Oi, woman. I think it is about time we head to our next stop.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: Subaru. I shall count on you to settle things with the staff.

Subaru: ...Hah?

Carla: To become a solitary King, one needs a network of underlings to take care of the dirty work. ...Understand?

Subaru: Y-Yeah...?

Carla: If you create an opening for us to run, I would not mind educating you in the field of kingcraft.

Subaru: Hah? And why should I do that for you two...?

Carla: You wish to become a solitary King, correct?

Subaru: ーー !

Carla: Heh...In that case, that would be the first step to getting closer to me.

Subaru: ...Fine.

Carla: I am entrusting you with this duty then. Woman, let’s go.

Yui: O-Okay...!

ー They walk away

Yui: ...U-Um, are you sure we should have done that?

Carla: He agreed to it himself. Therefore, he should be willing to face the consequences.

Yui: I know, but...

ー The staff complains

Subaru: ーー Haah!? Fuck off! I’m not the one who did this!

ーー Once again, you’ve got it all wrong!

Let me go...! Let me go!!

Yui: ( I wonder if he’ll be okay...? )

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #lunatic parade

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agender-witchery · 2 years

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Being a disabled anticapitalist always leads to fun for me, and I mean that sincerely. Any time the opportunity arises, I get to pull out the extremely loaded statement of “I think healthcare should be free in this country”. Now, when you’re disabled and you can’t work, there are a handful of ways people who aren’t already on board with “capitalism kinda sucks” can respond.

Some people take the route that leads to them effectively telling me that I should just die. I will proceed to inform them that they just told me to die. This makes them very uncomfortable. Good.

Some people take the route where they just blandly agree and this is unfortunately the least fun option for me, as I do not get to tell them that capitalism sucks if they agree at this stage.

And then you have the people who do not agree, but they realize that almost every response implying that the system works fine enough is a response telling me to just die. It might take them a few tries to get to the response I want, but they always land at the point where I can unload the anti capitalist propaganda.

They might point out that free healthcare in Canada or the UK is slow, so you point out that Germany’s healthcare is one of the best in the world, and that’s free. Bonus on this one is you also get to toss in that free education is important too.

They might say that they agree that disabled people should get free healthcare, to which I point out that the system for getting on disability in the first place is obscenely hostile, and that I only managed it due to having a supportive family and access to doctors that could help me get all the necessary stuff in order, and so plenty of people would still fall through the cracks. Bonus on this one is I get to point out that if the average rent is around $1300 a month and you get paid $800 a month for disability, that’s eugenics. That’s being set up to fail in such a way that it leads to death.

But eventually. Eventually they will ask how it is funded. And this is the response I want. Because it’s a legitimate question! They don’t know how it’d be funded. The answer is obviously tax dollars, and then the inevitable worry about their taxes raising comes up. So I get to teach them about tax brackets! I get to explain exactly why taxing the rich wouldn’t affect them heavily even if they were to somehow sigma grindset their way to being a millionaire. And once people understand tax brackets, they understand that your Elon Musks, your Bills of the Gate, and your Jeff Bezbosez are gonna be paying so much more. So, so much more. And then it clicks. Even if their taxes go up a little bit... free healthcare is largely coming out of the pockets of those much, much richer than them. And they do the math. And they figure it out. They figure out that they get to pocket so much more money as a result. They figure out that they can still have their dream of getting rich. And now they’re listening.

Obviously keep in mind, people aren’t having their minds changed overnight. They still think capitalism is working well enough. But you point out how a UBI would be good, they’ll agree. Unemployment doesn’t last forever, and there are situations that unemployment doesn’t cover. You point out that it’s fucked up that someone can just be let to go hungry, that supermarkets throw out tons of edible food every day and then intentionally contaminate it. You point out that, sure, there are valid reasons for evictions to happen, but that doesn’t mean people should live on the streets and public housing is important.

You have a foot in for all of the most basic of basic anti capitalist talking points. And the only caveat is that you can’t actually say things like “captialism” or “communism”, not yet at least. You gotta speak in code here. “Capitalism” becomes “the current economic system”. “Communism” and “socialism” become “some alternate economic system”. “Anarchism” becomes “caring for your neighbor”. You will one day use the proper words for these things. But understand that capitalist realism is strong, and you must undermine it slowly and steadily.

#disability #disabled #capitalism #anti capitalism

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To be honest, I really like not having to worry about romance paths so much. Usually, in IFs I have to hold back with affection because it would lead characters on and/or you don't want to cheat, but here you can just be cuddly and sweet without holding back and inviting desaster into your home!

That said, my MC has had a long standing childhood crush on Garamond, but considering their agreement and then the talk about Garamond being so reluctant to get intimate with strangers, worrying about exposure, they would never ever say anything, bc that feels like taking advantage of their lack of options somehow. Besides they've lived with it for this long, why change something that works as is?

The best part somehow was Harlow's diary. The fact that they started writing again AND felt comfortable sharing it with MC had me tear up a little. Sometimes for some it's easier than talking out loud and gives a little time to deliberate on how to word feelings especially. Could MC, Gary and Harlow sort of start exchange diaries to get to know the vampire and communicate more complex feelings or thoughts? It could also prove educational to compare everyone's perspectives on how fights went or something, since sometimes you don't really think of mentioning some things. Like with Harlow needing blood to recover.. is it rude to offer them the corpse? Do they get any nutrition from already dead beings? Since keeping the MCs blood levels high for emergencies might be better, but also, it's kind of nice and a show of trust to offer their own blood? There's .. not a lot said about the reasoning behind the choices so far and a huge variety of different takes on how things might come across.

I finally got around to playing the update and I enjoyed every bit of it! It kind of lowers underlying emotional stress levels for me. So thank you for writing and sharing!

Thank you so much for taking the time to send this message! I absolutely love seeing people’s thoughts on and reactions to the events of the game in such detail like this; and getting such a thorough response to the new chapter absolutely made my day.

It really means a lot to me that you’re really connecting with the writing and characters, especially in scenes like with Harlow’s journal and Garamond sharing their insecurities around intimacy. That my writing can inspire an emotional response and critical thinking is such a high honour, and I’m equally touched to know that my work can also help provide some stress relief at the same time.

I also very much appreciate hearing your perspective on the lack of concrete romance routes. Even if Wolfsbane doesn't have romance, it is absolutely not devoid of love, and I cherish being able to write love in its many forms and let people be free with their affection without it having to be tied to a romantic context. That it’s resonating with you means more than you could know ^^

As for the questions you’ve raised, I’ll do my best to provide some insight! (it got long)

Garamond’s always struggled with putting their thoughts to writing, so I’m not sure they’d do well with a journal. In Harlow’s case, sharing the diary was a way of conveying a lot of trust and history in a short time, but for recounting current events, I imagine speaking will suffice most of the time; especially since the MC and Garamond are already in the habit of discussing their hunts after the fact (assuming Garamond can speak at the time, which sadly isn’t the case in Chapter 3). I could definitely see Harlow turning to writing any time they struggled to convey their feelings verbally, though, so the journal is a very useful tool to have on hand.

And it’s true that a lot of events and feelings are left up to interpretation, simply because the MC doesn’t usually know exactly what another character is thinking or feeling in any given moment. I do my best to hint at the other characters’ thoughts through their comments, actions, and body language, but rarely do I want to say them plainly within the text. The MC is often left to do their best with their understanding of a given situation.

That being said, I don’t mind sharing more concrete information regarding a character’s perspective on the blog here, outside of the text itself.

In regards to the question of Harlow taking blood from the body after the fight, I don’t think I’d call it ‘rude’ per se, but it did make Harlow uncomfortable. Harlow very much dislikes taking human blood and only does so in emergencies -- and even then, they prefer to have consent if at all possible. They’re practical enough to understand and agree that the body is a viable source of blood, but the fact that they’re taking it without permission hues too close to typical vampire behaviour for their tastes, and burying the body afterwards is their attempt at giving back and humanising the situation afterwards.

Granted, if the MC hasn’t given their consent, feeding from the already-dead body is definitely preferable over trying to feed from the MC by force. That the MC might give their blood freely is a massive show of trust that really would mean a lot to Harlow, but they also understand that it’s pretty impractical given the circumstances. It’s ultimately up to the reader to determine the MC’s choice and the reasoning behind it -- whether they do trust Harlow to that degree and whether it’s worth losing that much blood while they’re already run ragged -- but as always, there is no “right” answer and I try to make both options plausible. I often prefer this approach, where a reader can examine a situation and justify their choice for any number of reasons. In this case, it’s a question of practicality vs sentimentality.

As for the nutritional value, vampires get the most out of blood from a living or recently-dead being. After the body’s been sitting too long, it loses some of its efficacy and starts to taste rotten. Vampires are drawn to and subsist off of the thing they lack -- life -- so a body that’s too far removed from that will be useless to them.

And I think that’s about it! Thank you again so much for the message, I had a great time getting to discuss some of this stuff in more detail, and I’m so happy to hear you enjoyed the update!

#leftski answers #this sort of long form discussion is so cool and motivating and so much fun! thank you!!#idk what to tag it now though because there's a *lot* of info here lol #character: Garamond #character: harlow #wolfsbane worldbuilding

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