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mimisempai · 8 months

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Smitten

Summary

Muriel hears Maggie and Nina say about Aziraphale and Crowley that they are so smitten, but the only meaning of smitten the angel knows is "to be beaten badly." So with the help of the two women, Muriel learns the other meaning of this word and realizes just how smitten the angel and demon are.

Notes

When Gabriel smites you, you've been...

- Smiter? Smote?

- Smitten.

On Ao3

Rating G - 1613 words

"So, yesterday, Crowley and I went to the park, and Crowley - don't say I told you - had brought frozen peas, as he always does, because, as he keeps saying, they love them, and it's good for them. And much to our surprise, there were some adorable ducklings. And what's even more adorable is that when we left, one of the ducklings started following Crowley."

Nina, who had been waiting for Aziraphale to finish his story, inquired, "With the 6 shots of espresso, would you like something else?"

Aziraphale cheerfully replied, "Two cinnamon rolls."

Maggie asked, "The duckling, how long did it follow?"

Aziraphale, delighted to be able to continue his story, replied, "It took Crowley to carry it and bring it back to his family. Aziraphale leaned over and whispered, "He acted like a real mother hen. A-do-ra-ble!”

"So cute," Maggie exclaimed as Nina made gagging noises.

She handed him his order and Aziraphale paid before leaving the coffeeshop.

Nina sighed, and Maggie said as she watched him leave, "It's really sweet how smitten he is."

Nina replied, "To be honest, I don't know who's more smitten than the other, because even though he shows it in different ways, Mr. 6 shots of espresso is just as smitten."

"Ahem...sorry to bother you, but..."

Both women turned to Muriel, who had approached, and Maggie said gently, "Muriel, you're not bothering us, come on. What can we do for you?"

Muriel, their eternal notebook and pencil in hand, asked, "Well, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, and I don't quite understand the use of the word 'smitten.' The only meaning I know is to be struck suddenly or violently, especially with the hand or an instrument held in the hand. So..."

The two women looked at each other with amused smiles before Maggie replied, "As far as Aziraphale and Crowley are concerned, it means that they are so in love with each other that they only see each other, that each is the center of the other's world, that they only talk about each other, like Aziraphale just did."

Muriel nodded and replied, "Yesterday Crowley was spying on Aziraphale between books and asked me if I didn't think he had an even more adorable smile than usual, does that mean he's 'smitten' too?"

Maggie nodded vigorously as Nina rubbed her hands and said, "I knew it, he's just as tender-hearted as the other one. Muriel, my darling little bee, I'm going to offer you the best hot chocolate you've ever had and you're going to tell me about all the times you think are good examples of the word 'smitten'.”

If there was one thing Muriel had enjoyed since discovering the taste, it was hot chocolate, so they had no intention of refusing Nina's offer.

They nodded and a few moments later the three of them were sitting around a table, Nina with a coffee, Maggie with herbal tea and Muriel with a large cup of hot chocolate.

Muriel thought for a moment, frowned, and said, "Besides talking about each other like that, what could be considered behavior that would show they are smitten?"

Maggie replied, "For example, two people not being able to be in the same room without being close to each other."

Muriel gasped and asked, "Is it possible to be smitten before they're even, uh... together? Because the first time I met them, in Aziraphale's bookshop..."

"This is ridiculous!"

Muriel jumped back in their chair, still not knowing what to do with the cupperty in their hands.

The person who had just entered continued, "Why don't you just go by train? You love trains."

He went to put some green plants in a corner and when he turned around, he saw them and asked, " Who's this now?"

The angel replied gently, " This is a human police officer who's just popped in to have a quick look at a cup of tea."

Muriel leaned back in this chair and said in a voice they wanted to be sure of, "'Ello, 'ello, 'ello."

The red-haired man smiled at them, but Muriel saw at once that it wasn't the same smile as the angel's, as he addressed them, "Tell me, Constable..."

Muriel corrected him, "Inspector."

The angel said quietly, "Oh... you know, you are dressed as a constable."

The red-haired man approached the angel and rested his arm on the back of his chair as Muriel replied, "Inspector Constable! That's my name."

As he sat on the arm of the angel's chair and leaned shamelessly against his shoulder, the red-haired man replied, "Of course it is," before chuckling and adding, "First visit to Earth, is it, by any chance?"

Muriel, disturbed by the proximity of the two people in front of them, spontaneously replied without paying attention, "Yes! It's amazing, isn't it? Just the..."

They stopped just in time.

"Anyway, since I've been here, I've noticed that this is pretty standard behavior with them. When Aziraphale sits down at the table and Crowley sits next to him, he automatically pulls out the chair to sit closer to him. There's plenty of room on the sofa, and yet they're always crowded together when it's just the two of them..."

"Oh, that's just it, Muriel," MAggie replied.

This time it was Nina who intervened, "It's also when one or both people can't keep their hands to themselves."

"Oh!" exclaimed Muriel, "that's Aziraphale! Every time Crowley is near him, he's always touching him, taking his hand, putting his hand on his shoulder..."

Maggie interjected ecstatically, "Aw, that's adorable."

Muriel continued, "He really can't help himself, one day..."

When Aziraphale returned from Maggie's with new records, Muriel motioned for him to be quiet and pointed to Crowley, who had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Aziraphale nodded, entrusted the records to them, and whispered, "Can you put them with the others and check the record box?"

Muriel obeyed, but from where they stood they could see the sofa and couldn't help but watch with curiosity.

Aziraphale grabbed the blanket and covered the demon before crouching down in front of him.

Muriel saw him reach out to the red head, as if to stroke its hair, but he pulled his hand back just before touching it, made the gesture several times in a row, then suddenly, as if losing or winning a battle with himself, he gently stroked the sleeping demon's head.

Hesitantly at first, then more confidently when he saw that the sleeping demon leaned its head into the angel's hand.

So he continued, and even from where they stood, Muriel could see the sleeping demon's smiling face, and also the adoring expression on the angel's face.

Maggie, beaming after Muriel's story, said with a smile, "That's the perfect example. So adorable. Being smitten, it's full of little things like that, you know, a special smile for each other, sometimes you feel like they're in their own bubbles, or their expression changes when the other one enters the room."

Muriel nodded, finished their mugs of chocolate and asked, looking innocent, "Does that mean you two are smitten, too?" Maggie's eyes lit up as Muriel continued, "Because Nina's expression changes every time you walk into the coffee shop, Maggie."

Maggie raised an eyebrow and turned to Nina, "Really?"

Nina decided to ignore her and replied to Muriel, "I think you know enough about that word now. And your cup is empty."

Muriel laughed softly, because they were getting used to the two women who reminded them of Aziraphale and Crowley, with Nina sometimes being as grumpy as Crowley.

Maggie got up as Muriel did.

"Let's go home together, Muriel, maybe you can tell me about the times you think Nina is 'smitten.'"

Nina exclaimed, "Maggie!"

Maggie laughed as she and Muriel quietly left the coffee shop.

Across the street, in the bookshop, indifferent to the gossip of which they had just been the center, Aziraphale and Crowley sat side by side on the sofa, the demon enjoying his coffee and the angel his cinnamon rolls.

Crowley, amused, looked at him and asked, "Isn't that cannibalism?"

Aziraphale stopped eating and looked at him, confused, "What?"

Crowley's smile widened as he replied, "Well, it's like you are eating yourself..."

Aziraphale's eyes widened as he muttered, "Don't talk nonsense."

Crowley retorted, "Angel, everyone knows you're a real cinnamon roll."

Aziraphale waved the cinnamon roll in front of him and replied, "You're being silly… again."

"Whatever, angel. Give me a bite, please"

He opened his mouth, waiting until the angel brought the pastry to his mouth. Crowley took a mouthful, munched on it, and said mischievously, "It's really sweet. But I need to check something..."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the angel's in a light, tender kiss before pulling away and saying, "...that's what I thought, you're much sweeter."

"Crowley!" Aziraphale exclaimed with a slight blush in his cheeks. However, the embarrassment did not stop him from finishing his cinnamon roll under the demon's amused gaze.

Not to be outdone, after swallowing the last bite, the angel murmured, "You're lucky I love you."

That made Crowley nearly choke on his last sip of coffee, and now Aziraphale wasn't the only one with slightly rosy cheeks.

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before they began to laugh, mocking themselves.

Then, when the laughter died down, Crowley cupped the angel's face between his hands and captured his lips in a sweet, coffee and cinnamon-flavored kiss.

Had Muriel entered at that moment and caught the demon's gaze on the angel just before their lips met, the word "smitten" would no longer have been a mystery to them.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers

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twinhood-2dot0 · 10 months

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A Shallow Dive Into: Batman’s Rogues Gallery Part 2

Here, part 2. The first one somehow got 7 likes??? I barely even put any effort into it. This one is also gonna be pretty low effort :P I started writing another post yesterday and I wrote 1360 words and I’m only like only a ⅓ finished??? And I kinda spent the whole day watching an anime start to finish 💀.Anyways, let’s get into some more that I missed.

The Al Ghul’s

Ra’s al Ghul (Raysh-Al-Ghool or, Raas-Al-Ghool. Even DC writers can’t agree, although I’m more accustomed to Raysh, I think that was how it was pronounced in the DCAU and the Arkham games. It’s Arabic for “Head of the demon”) is a man born around 700-450 years ago, who discovered the powers of the Lazarus pit, which has the power to bring people back from the dead and used it to prolong his life. (Yeah, this how pretty much most of the dead Batfam characters came back to life. Jason Todd, Kate Kane (Batwoman), who died for like one issue a few meters away from a Lazarus pit, Riddler, as mentioned before, when he got cancer and took a dip in the pit and figured out Batman’s identity.) Ra’s al Ghul, in his long life, played a part in like a lot of historical moments, and later comes to resent humanity and becomes an environmentalist. I’m not very familiar with the character unfortunately, with all of my experience being the Batman Begins version, the kinda weird role he played in Arkham City, and JLA: Tower of Babel where he takes down the entire Justice League using Batman’s countermeasures for his own allies, and the Injustice series, which I don’t remember much of except that he has like a nature sanctuary with various critically endangered species and he was besties with Animal Man.

Talia al Ghul is the daughter of Ra’s al Ghul, on-and-off love interest for Batman, and mother of Batman’s biological son, and also on-and-off ally of Ra’s al Ghul. She also played a part in Jason Todd’s resurrection and consequent training.

Ra’s also has one other daughter, Nyssa, but I honestly didn’t even know she existed until I played Arkham Knight. She has much less appearances than her sister.

Lady Shiva, while not a member of the family, has relations to the League of Shadows, so I thought I’d group them together. Lady Shiva is among the best martial artists in the DCU, able to best even Batman. She’s also the mother of Cassandra Cain, the other best fighter, although more so because of her procognitive abilities.

Man-Bat

Wow, the realisticness makes him so much scarier.

Dr. Kirk Langstrom is a zoologist cursed with deafness, and in an effort to cure his deafness, creates a serum with the help of bat DNA but it goes horribly wrong and is turned into a giant bat. In recent publications, he’s more of a sympathetic villain acting more on primal rage than malice. His interpretation in Arkham Knight was done really well. Although Arkham Knight is not a horror game, there’s a ton of jumpscares. While just gliding and grappling to different buildings, the player may be randomly met with the shrieking face of the Man-Bat, and you have to go to his lab and piece together what he has done and create an antidote.

Mr. Freeze

Dr. Victor Fries’s (pronounced “Frees”. Yeah, DC names are often very on the nose, just look at E. Nygma and Harleen Quinzel.) wife Nora Fries is afflicted with a terminal illness, and is cryogenically preserved by her husband in hopes that a cure might one day be discovered. While working, he’s trapped in an accident that made him unable to survive outside of sub-zero environments, forcing him to wear a cryogenic suit, and he turns to crime to find a cure.

Mr. Freeze was originally just another bank robber with a freeze ray, but Paul Dini changed his origin story to the current iteration in an Emmy Award winning episode of Batman: The Animated Series titled “Heart Of Ice”. Scott Snyder, as much as I loved his stories, controversially retconned this in the New 52 reboot and made Fries a man who got obsessed with a cryogenically preserved woman named Nora Fields.

The Court Of Owls

A newer addition to the Batman mythos, appearing first in Scott Snyder’s Court Of Owls and City Of Owls arcs that kicked off the New 52 Batman series. The Court Of Owls are Gotham’s own Illuminati. A secret society made of the wealthiest and most powerful citizens of Gotham, they have existed for centuries, controlling the city from behind the shadows, along with the help of immortal assassins named the Talons.

Batmen of The Dark Multiverse

Scott Snyder’s 2017 crossover event named Dark Nights: Metal introduced us to the Dark Multiverse, a multiverse where everything that can go wrong, does go wrong, and is doomed to destruction. We’re introduced to the Batmen (and Batwoman) of The Dark Multiverse, who are all different versions of Batman with some drastic changes.

Joker

A fan favorite, and the leader of the Batmen, is The Batman Who Laughs. This Batman gave into the urge of killing Joker, after he killed all his rogues, thousands of Gotham citizens and Jim Gordon, and is infected with a version of the Joker toxin that turns him insane, making him a Joker with the brain and physicality of Batman. He tricked the Batfamily and killed them all, and hid in his Batcave for a week, emerging to kill the Justice League, and he turned Damian into a mini-Joker and recruited the children affected by the Joker toxin as his “Rabid Robins”. This guy is freaking horrifying in all of the stories he appeared in.

Superman

The Superman of Earth -1 goes on a killing spree, even killing Lois Lane, leading Batman to decide to use lethal force. After his attempts with a Kryptonite spear doesn’t work out, he ingested a version of the Doomsday Virus (Doomsday is the monster that killed Superman in The Death Of Superman, the virus causes people to develop features like it.) aiding him in killing Superman, but after his victory, the virus spread and he could only watch helplessly as it destroyed his world.

The Flash

After all of the Batfam dies, Batman is compelled to take extreme measures, and tries to get The Flash to give him access to the Speed Force too, and when he refused, he used all the weapons employed by his Rogue’s Gallery to defeat him, chained him to the Batmobile (merged with the Cosmic Treadmill, it’s a treadmill that Flash uses to time travel accurately and stuff), and drove both of them into the Speed Force, absorbing The Flash and his powers, with Barry forced to watch as Batman murders each of his villains.

Aqua(wo)man

In a universe where everyone is gender-swapped, Bryce Wayne’s lover Sylvester Kyle (bleugh) is killed by metahumans, and starts killing every metahuman. After killing all of them on land, she meets Aquawoman, and peace negotiations turn into a conflict, and then she steals her trident, and kills her with her own weapon, and in retaliation, the Atlanteans drown Gotham City and a large part of the world, leading her to perform surgery on herself to give herself Aquawoman’s powers and designed an underwater army called the “Dead Waters''. Does that qualify as a navy?

Okay, there are a few more, like Cyborg Alfred Batmobile Batman, Ares Batman, Killed all of Green Lantern corps as a kid with a Green Lantern ring Batman, but I’m lazy, sorry. Maybe next time, cya, I gotta go finish Chainsaw Man.

#batman #dc comics #a shallow dive into #arkham knight #batman who laughs #mr freeze #man bat #ra's al ghul #court of owls #dark multiverse #dark nights metal

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amorficzna · 5 months

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getting to know ya tag

thanks for the tag @yourworsttotebag !!

Three Ships: I gotta go with Gale and Shadowheart (BG3) for my first one, I still think about Entrapta and Hordak (She-Ra) like all the time I fucking love them, and I'm just obsessed with all the beautiful fan art that comes from Samarie and Marina (Fear & Hunger) so I have to go for my toxic yuri girls

First Ever Ship: probably Jak and Keira from Jak & Daxter back in the day, or honestly Hunter and Bianca from Spyro Year of the Dragon lmao

Last Song: Dying Star by Ashnikko feat. Ethel Cain

Last Movie: oh god, probably Barbie? that's a yikes from me (just because it's been so long, not anything with the film)

Currently Reading: just finished up Negative Space by B.R. Yeager yesterday and I've still been thinking about it, it was quite good! And started Gideon the Ninth today

Currently Watching: prob just taskmaster series 16, though there are so many shows I should catch up on...

Currently Consuming: some smoked salmon mmmMMM

Currently Craving: wATER oops, I don't think I ever drink enough tbh

let's goooo @optiwashere @thalzad @kvella

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afy2018 · 1 year

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Ilvermorny University of Femslash & Wizardry

Raelle jogged down the steps from the Childress dorms to join her friends at Newton Hall. A new year for her and most of the others at Ilvermorny University for Wizards. It wasn’t all that new of an academic setup, they were just in another part of Massachusetts they could hide in, and for Raelle’s sophomore year, not much had changed at home save for the casual skirmish with No-Maj civilians.

Collar looked at her watch and patiently stood before the red brick and white trim dorm. A few students emerged before she spotted one of her teammates and friends. Her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, Korra had on nice but casual clothes for their orientation which was a necessary evil in her eyes. They had been emailed and sent letters from both the Magical Congress of North America, the Wizarding bodies from their respective countries, and the campus about the current climate between their Maj community and humans.

She pulled out the latest note that had been stuck in her door. “Did you get this too?”

“Yeah, the RAs are on it this year.”

“I mean, it does mention class trips and overall access to the grounds this semester.” Korra glanced over her shoulder. “I swear Adora was right behind me.”

“This always happens, she probably got caught up with her siblings.”

“And Maya?”

“I don’t know, fucking around as usual,” she joked.

They heard the rhythmic thud of people running. They glanced down the road where Maya was leading her friends on their morning run.

“Speak of the devil,” Raelle smirked.

“I don’t know how she does it. We literally just got back in the dorms yesterday.”

“I’m not all that surprised. You know, she just has impeccable timing.”

Maya came to a halt at her friends’ feet and breathlessly nodded to them. A few of her teammates greeted them on their way to their respective dorms. Bishop waved them off and glanced at the paper in Raelle’s hand. “What’s that?”

“Last minute info before tomorrow. A reminder of conduct and reassuring students and parents that we will be safe here.”

“This really could have been an email,” she huffed, jogging in place a bit. “I’m gonna rinse off and join you guys by the ISU. When is it again?”

“It’s in fifteen minutes,” Korra called after her.

“I’ll be quick.”

“Hey, can you tell Adora to join us?”

Bishop swiped her card and gave them a thumbs up on her way inside. She spotted the Senior sitting in the lobby with her siblings. She peaked her head into the room and informed her, “The crew’s waiting outside for you.”

“Okay, thank you, Maya.”

Bishop continued to her room, shared with Andy Herrera, and gathered her toiletries. Hearing their personal shower in use, she slipped on her slides and jogged down the hall to the communal bathrooms before the early birds got to it. For her second year in university, Maya was starting to take classes towards her certificates and degree. Balancing school and athletics were difficult enough, but with the current threat of hate groups on their tails, she found herself relying more on her activities to stay sane.

She finished up quickly and grabbed her belongings, tossing her toiletries and towel on her bed and taking off to the front steps where Korra and Raelle were sitting.

“How long?”

“Five minutes, well done,” Collar commented. “And Adora?”

“You didn’t see her?”

“Skoden, she’ll find us,” Korra assured them.

The three students walked along the road to the student union. They stood near the back so Adora could find them easier and waited for the announcements to begin. On time, their Dean of Students stood before the mic.

“I’m glad to see everyone here, I’ll let the stragglers make their way over before we begin.”

“No,” Maya sighed, “Let’s get on with it.”

Raelle shoulder checked her as the Dean continued.

“First thing’s first. As we are well aware, the Covenant of the Sword and Arm of the Lord has been much more active in the past year. We have lost many lives this summer.” Raelle earned some gazes in her direction from Korra and her dorm mates. “I am glad that we have been given permission to continue learning. We have Aurors from Congress here to make sure that everything is going well and no breaches have been made. You are still adults, so access to leave campus will be given between six a.m. and eight p.m. Know that we are trying to make accommodations to the situation while letting you all feel like you’re not in Azkaban. If you have any questions, feel free to talk to your counselors. We also have a hotline you can call if anything arises. You can find the number both online and on the student resources corkboard in the Student Union.

“Now, for the next most important announcement. I know you are all interested in the students we have coming here this semester. As hosts, we must make them feel as at home as possible. In order to help them get acclimated to the States, we must resist any urge to be nationalist, racist, or sexist to these students. If a report is made, you will face suspension if not expulsion. Think about the things you say and do while you are around them. This is a fantastic opportunity to show the other Wizarding communities that we are inviting and respectful individuals.”

Adora jogged up to them, wrapped her arm around Maya’s shoulder to slow herself down. “What’d I miss?”

“The usual announcements. We need to be nice to the exchange students.”

The Dean organized his notes, crossing something off the paper before he continued. “As for our Athletics, we will not be competing with other teams this year as we have in the past. Instead, we are going to have the Exchange students team up and host our own tournaments and games. Any further questions will be answered by your coaches. Now, that is all I have, any questions will be answered by Counselors. You are all dismissed.”

The students began speaking as they dispersed, the Dean speaking with some faculty while the guards tried to fend off students from approaching him.

Maya looked up to the sky, “What the fuck.”

“Yeah, I heard about that from Pruitt yesterday.”

“Is it going to affect our eligibility?” Korra asked.

“No, they’re writing off this year and having us be the Snallygaster Club rather than Ilvermorny University.”

“Oh, good. Well, I guess we’re going to have a lot of scrimmages, then?”

“I don’t know. The Footy coach for the Exchange club is going to be Dick Wcinski.”

“Wait, no, like the Dick Wcinski of the Narguns?”

“That exact one. He coaches Uni in the off-season.”

“Wow, that’s insane. Hopefully, we can learn a thing or two from him?”

“Or you’ll have to question the players?” Raelle inquired. She earned a few weird glances including an oblivious one from Maya. “Oh, come on, I can’t be the only one who thought about that?”

“About what?” Bishop inquired. She quickly realized what her friend was insinuating and shook her head. “In times like this that is the last thing we need. You and I alone have to give up so much time for our EMT class, we don’t have time to mess around with Exchange students.”

“It’s good to relax from time to time, Maya.”

As she was going to rebuttal Collar’s plan, she and the others received a text from their Captain, Robert. “Crap,” Adora began. “We have to go. A few updates and recruits. We’ll see you around, though.”

Raelle nodded as her friends left but she quickly prodded Maya in the ribs, earning a groan. “How’s the healing?”

Bishop waved her teammates along and shook her head. “I’m fine. Don’t give me that look. It’s much better.”

“Doesn’t seem like it. Did you rest at all this summer?”

“Yeah,” she tried turning away, getting yanked back.

“Let me do my thing.”

“Fine, make it quick,” she begrudgingly agreed. She pulled up the side of her shirt for Raelle to lay hands upon her to investigate the problem.

“How does that feel?”

“Not great, Rae.”

“Okay, you did not rest at all, then.” She pulled out her wand and cast a bone mending work on her.

After a few moments, Maya took a deep breath in and nodded. “Thanks.”

“I offered the first time. Your ribs have healed over the damage, so they won’t be perfect.”

“It’s fine,” she jogged after the others.

Collar put her wand in her back pocket and meandered around campus. It was her first Sunday back, so she decided to skip out on church, she could always make it up later, it was her father’s tradition anyway. Raelle really only attended so he wouldn’t be alone. She had debated staying with him or leaving for her sophomore year, but Edwin insisted she put her schooling over doting for him.

Lost in her thoughts, she nearly ran into a group of Durmstrang students on their way to their orientation.

“I’m sorry,” one of the girls chuckled. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Raelle nodded then quickly apologized, “I should be apologizing.”

“Do you know where the Student Union is?” she asked.

“Yeah, just continue down this road, you’ll see a large building with those words on it.”

Another student looked around then asked, “Do you know where the Lewis dorms are?”

“It’s easier to show than describe.” She began to lead them down the main road near the main academic buildings. After weaving through the mass of exchange students departing from their buses, Raelle pointed to a large building. “Here, Lewis dorms.”

“Se, jag sa det till dig, Scylla.” she jokingly berated her. “Thank you.”

They began to their dorms, the girl she guessed named Scylla glancing back before one of the dark-haired students pulled her to the front of the pack. Someone came up behind Raelle, sliding into view quickly with a wide grin. Byron towered over her with an inviting embrace.

“A whole summer back in Montana and I didn’t even get to see you, Rae!”

“I know, I meant to write, but you know.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about your mom, I know you two had a complicated relationship.”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad that my dad’s functioning,” she tried to reassure him. Byron nodded and hugged her. “I’m fine, I swear. What have you been up to?”

“Well, I have been checking out the men since they arrived. Those Durmstrang kids are no joke. I don’t know what they’re feeding them, but they are intimidating. Watch out for stickball season.”

“It’s an American sport, we’ll be fine.”

“Okay, but don’t come calling from your bed when one of those girls body slams you.”

“If one did, I’d probably say thank you… or sorry.”

“The brave Raelle Collar kneeling for someone.”

“Come on, I almost ran into some a few seconds ago and they were all attractive… even the boy.”

“My my my, more fluid than we thought.”

“He was very pretty, but not enough to change my mind.”

“Good.”

“Yeah yeah, be gay do crime.”

“Oh, did you already read my pin?”

“No, but you say it all the time,” she commented, taking note of the enamel pin on his satchel. “Very gay, I like it.”

“Thank you. I try,” he joked. “I know you were wanting to go into EMT, how’s that? Did you get the classes you needed?”

“Yeah, that’s the upside of being an athlete and a veteran’s child.”

“Good.”

“What about your desire to leave the Wizarding world entirely?”

“I decided to stay until this blows over, I’m not inclined to be hunted down at Culinary school.”

“I know what you mean. I could have gone to a school in Boston or even one back in the midwest, but they’re all No-Maj. Besides, I like playing Stickball, it’s the one social thing that doesn’t irritate me.”

Asami had already received a letter from her moms since they left Hogwarts. It was nice to see that they were already on top of their classes and invested in the host school’s activities. She signaled her brother to meet her in the quad before their orientation. She took their parents’ letter to the greenbelt while Mako pulled himself out of bed.

“Hey, why do we need to have the orientation right now? It’s nearly nine-thirty,” he complained.

“I’d rather get this out of the way now than later in the day.”

“Is that from mom?”

“Yeah. Both this time but it looks like mama wrote most of it. Bolin seems to be doing well according to them… and they’re worried for our safety.”

“Well, not surprising.”

“We’re probably just as safe here as we would be back home.”

Mako shrugged and read the letter. “Cool, I miss them already.”

“Who’s your roommate?”

“Noatak. He’s nice enough, annoying though,”

“At least you can speak with yours. Mine’s some Durmstrang student named Nessa. She's very nice, but spends most of her time with her friends. Let’s go.”

They followed the signs to the Student Union where they spotted their Dean with the one from Ilvermorny as well as their MoM of Education, ready to set the rules for them this semester. Everything they were being told had already been stated in the letters they had been sent when they were signing up for the program. Longbottom and Hedgeflower were just there for formalities. Asami lolled her head back in boredom before tapping on her brother’s shoulder.

“Hey,” she whispered, “do you want to leave?”

“Yeah.”

“Crab crawl?”

“Yup.”

They slowly slid away from the meeting, going around back and walking around the grounds. They approached the more forested area of the campus, the sound of yelling and cheering echoing from a field.

“Want to check it out?” Mako offered.

“Why not?” she agreed.

The Lewis siblings approached a massive field where they saw students running and playing what looked like rugby. It was hard to tell what the rules were, but there wasn’t much else they could get until they drew closer. They clung to the sidelines and sat by a pair of students.

“So, what’s this?” she asked the students.

“Footy,” one of them explained. “It’s based on Aussie rules football, but way more intense and we’ve added a few tricks to make it a bit more interesting.”

“Like what?”

Raelle pulled out her wand and cast a harmless jinx on an athlete. “They have to avoid the jinx barriers in the stadium.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it makes the game fun!”

“So, who’s playing?”

“Our college team and the highschoolers.”

“What’s the point of it?”

“They’re trying to figure out who’s ready to be pulled up and who needs to transition to the club team. We do it with all of our sports.”

“That’s smart.”

“Do you guys do that with your sports?”

“We don’t have sports at University. Once you finish at Hogwarts, you either continue to play rec or pro. We have some small clubs, but they’re more for pick-up games.”

Asami noticed the reserves casting jinxes as well, one nearly hitting the sideline. Another caught an athlete in a blue jersey, sending her flying into one of her teammates and pushing them across the grass and into Raelle.

“Sorry, Maya,” she gasped. “Oh, hey, Rae.”

“Korra,” Collar acknowledged.

“Jeoff, you’re in!” she called out to one of her teammates. Maya pushed her teammate away and jogged back onto the field. Korra rolled between her friend and the English students. “So, who are you two?”

“Asami and Mako Lewis,” the older sibling introduced. She reached her hand out getting an awkward handshake in return. “What, do you only fist bump or high five here?”

“I just hate handshakes, very colonizer.”

“I get it,” Mako agreed.

“So, you play, what are the rules?” Asami asked.

“Each team has eighteen players, with four on the bench. We play in twenty-minute quarters. Because it’s a high-scoring game, they divide the points up by half then add them together for the final score. As for playing, you can grab, tackle between the shoulders and knees, push, pull… anything really, as long as you don’t attack your opponent. If you have the ball, you must dribble it every fifteen yards or you can pass by hitting or kicking it to your team. There are two markers denoting the number of points you get, if you punt it between the middle posts you get more points.”

“What about the lines, I see people running out of bounds?”

“Soccer rules, as long as the ball doesn’t leave the boundaries, you're fine.”

“Is it big here in the states?”

“Yeah, there are about thirty teams in North America and twenty in Oceania for colleges alone. At the pro level, there’s only forty and we compete internationally.”

A player in red jumped onto one of Korra’s teammates, vaulting off of her to grab the ball. “Oh my god! Is that allowed?”

“Yeah.” Her teammate fell to the ground. “Oof, Bellwether’s gonna be pissed!”

“Something else Abs can taunt her about, then,” Raelle mentioned.

“Ama, you’re in for Beifong!” Sullivan called out to her.

“Well, that’s my queue,” she noted and jumped back into the match.

Byron glanced over to ask, “What are the sports you guys play?”

“Mostly gobstones, quidditch.”

“How boring, nothing that really gets the blood pumping?”

“Quidditch is a great sport to stay in shape with.”

“Did you play for the school?” Raelle inquired.

“No, but Mako did.”

“Really?”

Her younger brother nodded and explained, “I played Chaser for Slytherin.”

“We have a team that plays during the winter season, do you think you’ll join the Exchange team?”

“I mean, this looks so much more interesting.”

“I know right, and you’re a good size to play. You’d probably get midfielder if you tried out,” Byron took note.

“Maybe I’ll try this out, too,” Asami noted.

“I’m sure you will,” he insinuated, earning an elbow to the side from his friend. “Really?”

“Not here, dude,” she chuckled, earning weird glances from the English siblings.

The Durstrang students followed their Dean and the education board member around campus, Dean Balodis pointed to the gym and out to a building for the zoologist students. She steered the group to the sports fields.

“This is the practice field, there’s another on the other side of their competition field. If you want to play Australian Rules Football, Quidditch, or Stickball,” she read from the list, “Ask us and we will connect you to the coaches.”

“Do you think you’ll play?” Nessa asked her peers.

“I don’t even know what their other sports are,” Scylla shrugged.

“I’m not sure I’ll play either,” Porter agreed. “I might join a club, though?”

“Not even Quidditch? You might give them a run for their money?”

“I only ever played to be with my friends, so if none of you are playing, then I’m not sure I’m going to. I also kind of want to focus on my studies. Now that all of my general ed is out of the way, I have more hours in a workshop than normal.” His classmates nodded in agreement while they continued to follow Balodis past the fields.

Balodis pointed to the practice field in use and explained, “Right now, their High School and College teams are playing Australian Rules Football. It’s an interesting game and one we were hoping to put into play at Durmastrang Institute this year.”

Scylla glanced over at the brutal game, watching as the mixed gender teams scrimmage. She slowed down, her friends continuing on as she watched. Porter looked back at her, so she reassured him, “I’ll catch up in a few.”

Searching the grounds, she spotted the blonde student they had run into earlier. She wished Izadora hadn’t pulled her ahead when they were walking away, she wanted to speak to her more. It was Izadora who had told them to make friends here anyway. Scylla walked back around the field and sat between the Ilvermorny and Hogwarts students.

“Oh, you?” Raelle nodded.

“Yeah, we were getting shown around and I thought I’d come watch this. Australian Football?”

“Footy,” Byron corrected. “More people call it that here.”

“Makes it sound more American I assume?” she guessed. “I never got to introduce myself, Scylla Vädurshorn.”

“I’m Raelle,” the student introduced, “This is Byron and these are the Lewis siblings.”

“Asami, I’m in the Lewis dorms, funnily enough. I think Longbottom had too much fun with that one.”

“Me, too,” Scylla informed her. “That’s great.”

“I have this girl Nessa Clary as my roommate, do you know her?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. She’s one of my friends. She roped me into coming over here. I have to say, I enjoy how open your campus is. Our Tredje Riga is very small, but it is also surrounded by a town.”

“Sounds nice, though,” Byron commented, “We’re kind of in the middle of nowhere.”

“So, do you play?” Asami inquired their latest addition.

“No, I’m more on the academic side of things. I used to be on the Dueling squad but I like studying Dark Magic and Alchemy more.” She then noted, “Had Karkaroff not been arrested, I could have studied under him.”

“Oh,” Asami nodded, recalling that she was only one contact away from the person who investigated his anti-muggle ideologies. “I mean, I’m sure there’s another person you could learn from who isn’t as… well racist.”

Silence fell upon the group quickly, but Raelle tried to pull them out of their funk as they nearly got hit again by two high schoolers. “What kind of sports does your… Trey Riga have?”

“Um, we have Qudditch, Orienteering, Dueling, and Competitive Potions.”

“Why didn’t you do Competitive Potions?”

“I was more interested in the research and creation than making the strongest potion the fastest. It is interesting watching them, though. I had some friends on the Dueling team. Nessa and the others were on it before we graduated.”

“Oh shit, I forgot I have an RA meeting like, right now.” Byron hopped up and jogged to the dorms.

“Lewis and Lewis. Come here,” they heard their dean call out. Asami’s blood went cold and she sprinted out to him.

Scylla looked around with a satisfied smirk. “So, Raelle, what do you do in your free time?”

“I normally just chill unless I have practice for stickball. It’s like Lacrosse but we play by Native rules.”

“Interesting? Does your school have a lot of roots to your Native population?”

“No, this is really the only thing we have here other than the Indigenous People’s Club.”

“What else do you do?

“I like to play Dungeons and Dragons? Do you know what that is?”

“No, I’ve never played.”

“It’s a really nerdy roleplaying game. It’s open world and the Dungeon Master or narrator uses the rules of the game to create situations for us to play in. It sounds complicated, but once you get into it, it’s a lot of fun!”

“Sounds like fun. What else interests you?”

“Music. I grew up in the midwest, so of course country and folk, but being out here I’ve gained an appreciation for alternative music?” she tried to slyly hint.

“Like Green Day?” Scylla played along.

“Yeah, but I relate to Shura and Kiyoko more, yourself?”

“I like Gaga, Sinead O’Connor, Debbie Harry. They have a unique style.”

Raelle couldn’t help but grin at her confirmation. “Your English is so detailed.”

“It’s the primary language class we have at the Institute.” Scylla relaxed and continued to watch the match. “So how long is this game?”

“They’re playing fifteen-minute halves today, but normally it’s twenty-minute quarters. But it goes by quickly.”

Scylla nodded from her position. “So I’m guessing you know the others on this team?”

“Yeah, we all play DnD, so that’s why I’m friends with them. We’re also all queer athletes, so that’s another reason why.”

“Really.”

“Well that and we all happen to be half-bloods… except Maya, she’s Civ-born.”

“Civ?”

“Civilian born. Her parents are not Wizards.”

Scylla furrowed her brows at the reveal, somehow, despite her upbringing, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to Raelle’s calm demeanor. “How are her parents?”

“Her mom’s nice, she makes killer brownies. Her dad however is an asshole, but she’s too blind to see that,” Raelle finished in a whisper. “He’s just horrible. This is the only magical thing he lets her do outside of attending this college.”

“People like him annoy me.”

“I know right? I just wish she could meet my dad, I think then she’d be able to see what a civ-parent should be like.”

They continued to watch the ething Scylla could tell her new friend enjoyed, but their budding morals was something she had some trouble figuring out. She could see that despite the tense battle between the humans and wizard there were kids like Raelle and her friends who believed that they weren’t all immoral. Scylla had been born to two wizard parents who had been murdered by their own community of human neighbors. She was soon adopted by anti-human parents who brought her up in a strictly Wizard community. Seeing this campus, she could see how weird the relationship between the Americans really were, but nothing could take away from the atrocities committed against Wizards by the CSA.

“Hey,” Raelle asked as the match came to a close. “My team is planning on meeting up and playing tomorrow around three if you’re interested in stickball?”

“Are you inviting me to watch?”

“Yeah, and learn the game?”

“Okay, I’ll come by,” she agreed.

“Perfect.”

Maya needed to pass basic anatomy this semester. She was lucky to have gotten into the EMT program, but now she needed to really pay attention to pass those classes. Prepared to go over the syllabus and hopefully their first lesson for the class. She was excited for the semester, though, as they were going to work with a cadaver. Their professor stood before the class with a chart.

“Welcome to Bio 5 or Anatomy. I am Professor Collins. To help our exchange students get to know us and to help with any language barriers, I’ve paired you all up. This will be your lab partner. I recommend swapping information for studying. They will also be with you for the exams and cadaver days.” She went through the list quickly, pointing to the numbered tables. “Deluca Andrea, Bishop.”

Herrera blew her a sarcastic kiss as they parted. Bishop went to their table, taking the spot on the right while her partner got settled. She reached her hand out to greet the student. “Maya,” she introduced.

“Andrea.”

“You’re a Batons student?”

“Yes, so why are you taking this class?”

“I want to be a firefighter, but I need an EMT certification to join. You?”

“Doctor, so, I need to know the human body.”

They pulled out their notebooks as their teacher went through the syllabus, her boredom quite clear as it only took five minutes. She pulled up the Histology unit and began her profession. It was easy to tell just how passionate Collins was about Anatomy, popping in her own jokes and mnemonic devices to help her students. After forty-five minutes, they took a break. Maya stretched and joined Herrera outside.

“Sorry, we couldn’t pair up this semester,” Andy apologized.

“It’s fine, Andrea is really funny. How’s your partner?”

“Fine, kind of serious, but fine.”

Maya glanced at her watch while Andy went back inside. She poked a bruise from her collision the day before, wincing instantly. “Goddammit,” she huffed. A student tapped her shoulder, drawing Maya’s attention.

“Bishop?” an exchange student asked.

“Maya Bishop, yeah.”

“Carina, I’m Andrea’s sister.”

“Oh, are you twins?”

“No, I’m just starting a different career.”

“Oh, what’s your new focus?”

“Medicine you?”

“Emergency medical services.”

“Well, it was nice to meet you, I hope Andrea isn’t too annoying,” she joked.

“He’s unbearable,” Maya played back on their way to their seats, then reassured, “Only joking.”

She found her place beside Andrea and waited for the class to resume. For the remaining forty-five minutes of class, she got to see her partner’s more annoying side, but she culminated it up to being his only descent American-English. Some of the slang and idioms he had trouble understanding, but nothing she couldn’t break down for him. As for the content, Maya felt fairly satisfied with how her notes were looking and confident in her current comprehension. She packed up her belongings then was accosted by Beaux Batons students.

“How may I help you all? To warn you, I do not know French, I took Chinese.”

“Nothing like that,” Adrea tried to reassure her. “We were shown around campus by our Dean, but we were wondering if there were any shortcuts or cool secrets on campus?”

“Oh, of course, um… I’m only a sophomore, so I’m actually not very familiar with that stuff yet, also, if I share it, they wouldn’t be secrets anymore, would they?” She grabbed the remainder of her belongings and tossed her backpack over her shoulder, “Besides, I have track practice soon.”

“My sister runs, do you think she could join your friends?”

“We run four to five miles every morning at six a.m. So, if she’s willing to get up at that time, then sure,” she begrudgingly agreed.

“That sounds good to me,” Carina confirmed. “These are my teammates, Arizona and Amelia.”

“Nice to meet you all. We meet outside of Newton Hall every morning. Sorry to leave you all behind.”

Maya slipped out of the class before she was late to the locker room. Jogging with her backpack strapped on, she almost felt like it would have been a good workout had she not already been rushing to lead the group as per usual, and Swythe wouldn’t let her live that down. She slid into the locker room and rushed to get dressed. Andy was already by her locker with the youngest Beifong, Opal. Libba strolled in last with her goons who quickly dispersed at the sight of Maya. One thing she enjoyed about being outwardly intimidating. Bishop stretched a bit and counted the team.

“All right, Libba, take Beifong and Dixon, I’ll take Adil and Andy,” she instructed her.

“Oh, we have a freshman who wants to join the team, Dixon let her on and wants you to figure out where she would best fit in.”

“So, distance then first, okay.”

“She should be on her way.”

“Alright, I’m going to grab Adil, meet us outside of the weight room.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she sarcastically agreed.

Maya rolled her eyes and waited for her teammates who arrived not much later. The new student was of an athletic build, so that was good. She was tall and dressed properly for running, so Maya guessed she was a runner before she came here.

“Victoria Hughes, meet Maya, she’s our unofficial captain,” Andy introduced.

“Hey, Vic or Hughes works for me. It’s faster to say and easier to cheer,” she joked, earning a slight smirk from Bishop. “So, when do we start?”

“Right now. Normally we jog lightly for a few minutes then stretch and do interval running.”

“Cool.”

Maya led them off, around the campus, a light jog to get warmed up. Hughes seemed to keep up with them easily, passing Andy a few times.

“So, who’s the French boy?” Herrera asked.

“I don’t think he’s French, they had a weird accent.”

“Probably Italian,” Adil guessed.

“DeLuca, so I agree.”

“He seems cute, has he surpassed your crush on little Ms. Collar?”

“Andy,” Maya corrected her. She rolled her eyes and slowed down so they could stretch.

“What? You two got along so famously.”

“One, I’m not interested in dating. Two, I had to translate everything for him. And three, how’s it going with Sullivan, still pining over him?”

“Brought out the big guns.”

“Is this a common topic,” Hughes asked the other athlete.

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

“No, not often,” Maya offered. “Adil, can you lead us through some stretches?”

“I’m just saying,” Andy began, “You have so many options.”

“Andy, later.”

They continued to go through some dynamic stretches until Maya led them along their usual path. They passed the practice fields where their stickball team was practicing, a coincidence which always raised eyebrows, then they rounded the academic buildings and through the main road. There, they spotted the various international groups and faculty. Maya took them around the back of the faculty quarters and to a wooded area that was mostly surrounded by old oaks. She could see Vic starting the lag behind.

“Let’s go, just another mile, Hughes.”

There was no response, but Maya was glad to see the recruit’s determination when Vic returned to her position a few strides behind Bishop. The beautiful scenery distracted from the difficult pace they kept up the remaining mile until they got back to the locker room. Maya stretched a bit and stood with her team while they cooled down.

“Not too bad, Vic,” Andy complimented. “How long have you done track?”

“Since middle school.”

“Nice job,” Maya nodded in her direction before disappearing into the locker room.

“Bishop!” a student called after her.

Maya took note of the Beaux Batons student who flagged her down. She nodded in her direction as well in greeting as she stood by the locker room door. A blonde student approached her and reached her hand out.

“Arizona, we met earlier.”

“Again, perfect English, I’m impressed.”

She only chuckled in response and inquired, “Where would you like us to meet you?”

“Here works. Just make sure you’re early. We like to do some static stretches before.”

“Wonderful.”

“Hi, Maya,” Andrea’s sister waved, joining their conversation. “Avery wants to talk with you.” Robbins nodded and went back to their group. “Thank you for letting us join you.”

“It’s nice to meet new people,” she disingenuously agreed. “Besides, we split people by their events. I do distance.”

“Me, too!”

“Great,” she nodded, tapping her hand on the door. “I’m going to get cleaned up, I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, before you go, I just wanted to talk about my brother.”

“Oh, so that’s why you sent your friend away?”

“Yes. I’m just hoping that you can keep him focused during labs, he gets distracted easily.”

Maya furrowed her brows and nodded, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well… he likes to do things his own way which can get him lower scores.”

“Aw, so it’s in my best interest. Does your brother have ADHD, by chance?”

“No, he just really loves science classes.”

“I would love to continue this conversation, but I have a DnD appointment.”

“DnD?”

“Dungeons and Dragons, it’s an RPG with dice. I can tell you more about it next time I see you.”

Carina nodded at her plan and let her go, taking note of a student sprinting past her to the wooded area. Figuring there was nothing for her to do, she followed the student, keeping a large space between them. Once they had broken through the glades, the student whipped around to face Carina. Her eyes were unnaturally bright in the low light of the dark woods, an effect she deemed similar to that of the Forbidden Forest in Scotland.

“Who are you?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, why are you following me?”

“You were running into the woods.”

“You were following me.”

“You ran before I followed you?” Carina cocked her head to the side and studied her. “Are you a lycanthrope?”

“Ailuranthrope,” she corrected her. “Like it even matters to you.”

“Aconitum, Decapoda Crustacean Magis, Granum Infernus,” DeLuca quickly spouted out. “The therianthropic cure.”

“Do you have the items?”

“No, but I might know how to acquire them if we do research.”

“Fine.”

The walk back from their dramatic meeting was much calmer. It allowed her to study her subject a bit closer. She sounded like one of the exchange students and seemed to be only slightly smaller than Carina, had she not been slouching so much, and had a lean possibly underweight physique.

“Do you have a name?”

“Catra.”

“I’m Carina DeLuca.”

“Good for you.”

DeLuca only gave her a closed-mouth chuckle as they came upon the campus. “How long have you had this?”

“As long as I can remember. My name is just a pun. Cat-ra Miāomiāo.” Carina couldn’t keep her laughter in once she got the joke. Her subject’s hair stood on end as she glared at her. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry, it’s perfect, no wait, purr-fect.”

“Let’s just get to the library,” Catra sulked.

“But no memory of the incident?”

“No. They couldn’t even find a mark on me, but I follow the same pattern and signs.”

Finally meandering to the library, they glanced around at the signs and directions for the proper section. Carina spotted her new friend at a table with three other students, their dice clattering in a fabric box. She wanted to watch their game a bit but instead ascended the staircase to the book portion of the library on the top floor. They looked down the aisles, reading the Dewey Decimal System to find anything that might help them in their research.

“Hey,” a student whispered to them. Catra whipped around first, quickly sizing them up. “Do you guys want help?”

“No-”

“That would be wonderful,” Carina interrupted. “We’re looking for a book on plants.”

“Okay, follow me,” the student invited. She pulled out a small notebook and skimmed the pages until she found the section. “580 is botany. Was there any specific book you were looking for?”

“Magical plants.”

“Okay,” she looked down the aisles and pulled a few books. “You guys have a good grasp on English, right?”

“For reading, mostly,” Catra admitted.

Adora replaced a book and pulled out another. “Here’s a good start. There’s a bin by the tables you can put these in when you’re done. Some of these are in Common script, so that should help a bit.”

“Common?”

“Yeah, you know, the language everything thing magical is based in or at least translate into.” Earning a confused look from the students, she further explained, “I can always translate it for you?”

“Not necessary,” Catra assured her.

“Are you sure,” DeLuca inquired. “This could be helpful?”

“I won’t ask any questions,” the student assured them.

They all glanced at one another before Catra finally conceded. “That’s fine.”

“I have to let my friends know to end the session, so pick a table and I’ll be back soon.”

They took the books and sat at a private table in the mostly empty study area. Carina looked over the titles while her partner’s eyes glazed over at the sheer amount of reading material before them.

“Did you really have to invite her?”

“She could be of use. My English reading isn’t the best, either, so I’m hoping her translations will be of use unless you don’t want to get cured?”

“Fine. So, what do these mean?”

“Well,” Carina began, flipping to the index. “I’m going to see if the plants we need are even mentioned in this book. Once we find what we need on the flora, we need a book on fauna to find the Decapoda.” She quickly filtered through the book, discarding some in the bin beside them while she left the others on the table. “Okay, this book is in that common writing that girl was talking about, but the other one has the Granum Infernus. So, it looks like these can be found all over North America, it grows best in the tundra and flowers in Autumn.”

“Autumn?”

“Fall, this time of year,” Carina further explained.

“Hey, I’m back,” the student cut in. “So, did you find what you were looking for?”

“Partially. I still need some help with this paragraph.”

She glanced over her shoulder to read the passage, cocking her head to the side. “Um… so, this is about the Aconitum. It’s also known as Monkshood here. Why do you need- nevermind. It says that they are indigineous to the northern hemisphere, so here, Europe, and north Asia. It is a poison, so whatever you need it for, I would be oh so very careful. They grow in damp soil in sunny but cool areas. They come in a ton of colours, look,” she showed them the book which had swatches of the known colours. They could also take note of what the plant looked like. “So, yeah.”

“How do you read this?” Catra asked, trying to comprehend the calligraphy.

“Top to bottom and Right to left. It’s a lot like Japanese and Hebrew in that way, but it is complicated.”

“How do you know it so well?”

“I-I don’t know, it just makes sense to me?”

“Does it have a spoken language?”

“No, it’s just written. It’s like in science or math how there’s a universal language that goes with it so others can make sense of it, this is the same way. You know, this language is interesting because while most of the world considers it dead-”

“Thank you very much, student, for you help.”

“It’s Adora, actually.”

“Great.” Catra stood up from the table and placed the books in the bin beside them. “Hopefully, we can get what we were looking for. Have fun with your friends.”

Adora nodded and glanced between the two students then inquired, “You two aren’t doing anything illegal, right?”

“No,” Carina reassured her, “we’re just doing something for a research program. Thank you again for your help, Adora.”

“If you need any help, I know someone who’s really great with potions?”

Catra nodded and went on her own mission, avoiding her new crew. “I will take you up on that offer sometime.”

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general notes -- i’m not happy with how this section kind of ended, but i’ve been staring and going over it for a couple weeks now, and can’t think of anything better lol

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II.

16 February, 2X52

Mornings were probably her second least favourite time of day.

Or, more specifically, school mornings were evil incarnate, which she figured most of her peers would agree with that statement. Symphora wasn’t necessarily a late-riser naturally, rather, she actually quite enjoyed rising at a fairly decent hour, but 05:55 was most definitely indecent, especially considering she went to bed around 01:30 (to be honest, she didn’t really remember when she fell asleep, just that she did so at her desk after repeatedly cursing the existence of organic chemistry).

Like every morning, it was a calculated show of misery to get ready – she would stare at the ceiling or wall and mull over her chances of feigning sick and staying home (it was always nil, she could never fool her father) until no later than 06:05, be tidied up and presentable to leave the house by 06:35, finish breakfast by 06:50, and be in the car by 06:55, never a minute later, but sometimes a minute sooner.

The ride to school was usually the first time she got a good look at her phone, and like every Friday morning, the dozens of unread messages filled her with a mix of horror, dread, and mild resentment. Thursday nights were always the wildest, as everyone collectively lost their mind in anticipation for the weekend, and in the sheer chaos of turning the group chat into a live watch party for whatever shows aired that day (every year, it seemed that Thursdays always had the craziest shows). Her head against the car window, she inhaled deeply, mentally preparing herself for the deluge of the previous night’s. She had muted her phone after 23:00, having grown rather annoyed at the incessant ping of messages, and left her phone on the chat while she ignored it all.

She kept trying to scroll to the top, but gave up after a couple of seconds. Whatever she missed yesterday would probably find its way back to her, whether she wanted it to or not.

[T-43 weeks (class 9-5)]

[Rules: no swearing unless it’s the Berkobitch and name changes will be voted on]

[01:24] Janny Berkobitch: i can’t sleep under these conditions i’m still so pissed from that bs

[01:24] Donut: Has anyone done q5 for chem?

[01:25] Icki Vicki: You don’t sleep anyway

[01:26] Angelic Can: Where did that secret twin come from???

[01:27] Icki Vicky: I wish they’d just commit to him being evil and just sweet to his bf. HOW DID THAT IDIOT NOT REALIZE HE WAS BANGING TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE

[01:27] Toni: yeah but they’re kinda cute together

[01:29] Janny Berkobitch: he’s a predator

[01:30] Pita Breadtel: toni, he’s a statutory ra*ist

[01:30] Icki Vicki: He’s like 40

[01:30] Donut: Anyone please help me I can’t do this chem hw

[01:31] Angelic Can: I’m pretty sure Syma’s dad is younger than that ceo guy and twin

[01:31] Janny Berkobitch: they’re both so gross like they knew caesar from when he was a toddler

[01:32] Toni: his actor’s hot

[01:33] Janny Berkobitch: we all know you like predatory old men toni

[01:34] Janny Berkobitch: anyway the writers are using rng to write this bs

[01:35] Icki Vicki: Too fancy. They’re just rolling dice

[01:35] Othomatic: Can you guys shut up I’m trying to sleep

[01:36] Angelic Can: Whatever they’re smoking, I want in

[01:36] Icki Vicki: You have asthma

[01:36] Icki Vicki: Just turn your damn phone off

[01:36] Janny Berkobitch: just throw your phone away duh

[01:37] Marius Jim: imagine sleeping this early

[01:37] Angelic Can: What about it

[01:37] Angelic Can: Just mute the chat

[01:38] Marius Jim: btw did we have hw?

[01:38] Angelic Can: Do we ever not have hw?

[01:40] Elli <3: Bio reading, chem pack, geometry hw 1-5, 7, 9-12, stats reading J

[01:42] Marius Jim: thanks

[01:44] Clawdia: what pages to read for bio? and stats is ch 4.12?

[01:50] Elli <3: 324-340 and yes J

[01:53] Clawdia: thanks elli <3

[02:56] Donut: Who made chemistry I wanna fight

[04:21] Donut: Karimi hates me L

[04:22] Othomatic: I’m begging you please shut up it’s 4

[04:24] Donut: Then why are you still awake?

[06:47] Toni: schedule?

[06:49] Toni: please L

[06:50] Icki Vicki: Do you really not have it set on your phone?

[06:52] Elli <3: Stats J

[06:53] Toni: ty elli <3 not you vicky

[New messages]

[06:59] Donut: Did anyone actually finish that chem pack?

[06:59] Icki Vicki: Half before I tried to stab my brains out

[07:00] Elli <3: I have 18 and 19 left

[07:00] Janny Berkobitch: quit after 13

[07:00] Gallbladder: we had chem hw??

[07:01] Pita Breadtel: only to 14 this is a hatecrime

[07:01] Pita Breadtel: haha janny’s a quitter

[07:01] Olly Olly Oxenfree: didn’t do 11, 18, 19, and 21

[07:01] Gallbladder: pls let me copy during break karimi is gonna kill me

[07:02] Regular: Finished it.

[07:02] Hilarias Lazer: Fell asleep after 16 L

[07:03] Donut: Why would you do that? Please share it with us please I’m begging you

[07:03] Donut: Not you lari

[07:04] Donut: We’ve had that pack for a week now how did you forget?

[07:05] Janny Berkobitch: he’s a lizard person that’s why

[07:05] Birdbrain: I’m in liberal arts why do I have to take chem

[07:06] Donut: Why does school start at 7:30 I hate it thanks

[07:06] Donut: Are we still on for dinner tonight? After mc or sh?

[7:07] Janny Berkobitch: yeah after sh we’re gonna eat good to celebrate surviving chem

[07:07] Janny Berkobitch: oh yeah happy friday everyone!!! it’s the weekend tomorrow!!!

Having caught up to the messages, she turned her attention to outside the window, idly glancing down at the weather widget before looking back at the still-dark sky.

Weather in the colonies was always accurate, not surprising since it was completely controlled – from the temperature outside, to the humidity, sunrise and sundown, the wind, and so on. On Caelus, it was all carefully calculated to mimic a continental climate in the northern hemisphere of Earth – so today, the temperature sat at -5.2 Celsius, with 60% humidity, a 6 km westerly wind, and no precipitation. The ground was already covered in a light layer of snow, all to give the impression of a genuine and idealized late winter day.

The climate of the colonies was always an interesting bit of trivia that caught her attention. Caelus, Aeternitas, Providentia, Libertas – colonies directly founded and controlled by the state (or closely associated corporations and families, like Nova Futura Holdings or the Concord-BINDRAS Group) preferred humid continental climates (though it was never very humid due to technical concerns) and were insistent on maintaining four clear seasons; the agricultural colonies of Abundantia and Pomona maintained subtropical climates year-round to maximize crop production, and the other colonies all reflected the ideals of their sponsors. Lemures, for example, had a cold desert climate for the protection of the delicate machinery and equipment that were kept and tested there.

“We’re here, so get out.”

Symphora glanced up from her phone. “Hey, I thought you were going to be professional today, Abraham.”

“Never said I’d commit to it. Now, get outta my car, squirt.”

“This isn’t even your car.”

“Yeah, well I’m the one with the license here.”

“I have the auto-drive permit.”

“Don’t you have school to go to?”

“It’s only ten past seven.”

Cato Abraham adjusted the rear-view mirror before dramatically rolling his eyes. Symphora often struggled to put a word to what he was in her life, something between her father’s protégé, his adjutant, a bodyguard, and something halfway between a babysitter and older brother figure. She met him first during her last year on Lemures – she was just on the cusp of turning seven, and he had graduated from the Concordian State Military Academy a year earlier than usual, and at the top of his class at just age nineteen. She always thought it a bit strange that someone like Abraham would accept something as boring as being a liaison officer for the military and S-V Industries, but he usually replied with something along the lines of, “Why should I work harder for less pay?”. On the surface, sure, it wasn’t a shabby position at all, but in reality, he acted more like her playmate than anything, and he never even seemed to mind, not when she was a child, and not now as a young adolescent.

“I’m not gonna have your dad on my ass about you being late.” The car door clicked open. “Go on, scurry out to meet your friends, kiddo.”

“Fine, old man.” She stuck her tongue out petulantly, grabbing her bag, only to almost immediately get accosted by Januaria, who dramatically flung an arm around her.

“Syma, why’d you turn off your phone last night? I can’t believe you missed our watch party!”

“Janny, I’m never at the watch party.”

“Ugh, you and Regulus are both the same. We even had Elli there, Syma! It was so much fun and so wild, I can’t believe you chose to study instead it.”

“You bribed him with dinner.”

“I didn’t force him to accept it.” She rolled her eyes, tucking a stray blonde curl behind her ear. “Whatever, you just better watch it tonight, okay?”

“Not okay.”

“Oh, shut up.” Januaria fell silent for a moment, and then asked, “Hey, did you finish this week’s econ assignment?”

“Yeah…” Symphora pulled out her phone, ignoring the several messages from her father’s latest paramour. Dinners with her father and whomever he was dating at the moment were undoubtedly the worst part of the day, so naturally, she avoided them when possible. Besides, it was Friday, and her classmates had been planning a dinner for the day, so there was no way she was willing to forego that fun for some stuffy and awkward dinner. Slipping it back into her skirt’s pocket, she smiled at her friend, and shrugged, though she replied affirmatively with, “Don’t worry, I’ll save your ass.”

“That’s why you’re my bestie!” Januaria linked their arms together, and more or less dragged her toward school, but that was just how on pair for how their friendship worked. Januaria Berkovich-Sobol was the kind of girl who commanded everyone’s attention. She was tall for their age for one, standing at 171 cm already, with a freckled face, curly dark blonde hair, and sharp grey eyes, all emphasized even more so by her love of fashion and cosmetics.

They became friends by chance, having both been left out as children for having only moved to Caelus One at age eight, and not knowing any of the other children. Symphora was content to be by herself, but Januaria wasn’t, and decided their shared isolation was a good enough cause to be friends, and as she put it, “We can just be friends until we find better friends.”

Seven years later, and neither had found better friends.

“Syma, are you still going away for spring break?”

She shrugged. “My dad wants to go to Lemures for the two weeks. Something about testing out some new machines.”

“Ugh, that’s all he ever does.” Januaria rolled her eyes. “I used to think he was so cool. All you ever do is study and work. What’s so great about that? You’re gonna be working for the next fifty years of your life!”

“Eh, he doesn’t like leaving me alone, I guess.”

“It’s not like you’re really alone, anyway. He can just have that hot babysitter of yours stay behind, or better yet, you can stay at my place. Mom would totally love to have you; she thinks you’re a good influence.”

“Maybe she can convince him.” Even though she personally found Madam Berkovich-Sobol to be one of the most awe-inspiring women she ever met, Symphora doubted that her father would even bat an eyelash at whatever sharp verbal thrashing the woman sent his way.

“Maybe I’ll ask her.” Januaria pushed open their class’s door. “Would love to have her yell at someone not me.”

The classroom had maybe a few students present – Elliot Zaal (as always, he was early for class and helping others out), Donatus Okonkwo (who was always struggling to keep up with the workload), and Oliver Xie and Hilaria Salazar (usual suspects in the early morning collaborative learning).

“Morning, Syma. Did you finish 18 and 19 for chem?” Elliot waved them over with a smile, though even his usual cheery smile looked rather haggard.

“Hey, where’s my greeting?” Januaria mock-glared at him, to which he merely deflected with an even cheerier smile.

“Yeah, yeah, of course I did, who do you think I am?”

“Oh thank god.” Donatus, leant back against his chair, hands clasped in front like a prayer. “Organic chem is gonna give me an ulcer.”

“Donut, we’re only halfway through this unit. We’re absolutely getting ulcers.” Hilaria buried her head in her arms. “Ugh, ‘go to Harmonia Institute’, they said. ‘It’ll be good for you,’ they said.”

“It’s good for wanting to die young.” Oliver nodded sagely, letting out a groan as he stretched his arms. “Ugh, this is brutal, man! We’re in school for like fifteen hours a day, and then we still have like three hours of homework a day? And it’s not even midterm season yet?”

“Don’t remind me,” Hilaria groaned, “After midterms we get our final projects. How the hell are we supposed to manage that on top of everything?”

“How is this legal, and how is this not child labour, and when will this brutality change?”

“When one of us dies?” Symphora offered as she took out her laptop, quickly unlocking it and pulling out her chemistry answers.

“Thank you for your sacrifice, Donut.” Hilaria patted Donatus sympathetically. “I’m sure Janny will give a very touching eulogy.”

“Why do I have to die?”

“Why do I have to write the eulogy? Elliot, you do it.”

“Wow, okay, Janny, I see where we stand.”

“Yeah, well maybe you should’ve said good morning earlier.”

“Wait, Elliot, why don’t you wanna eulogize for me?”

“Nah, I nominate Burakgazi,” Symphora chimed in, well-aware that said boy had just entered. “It’s not good for the colonies to have so much hot air, Donut can live, and Janny won’t have to eulogize.”

Regulus Burakgazi glared at her, not that that’s anything new, and really, in a way, it was quite a shame he was always scowling and glaring, because even in her most biased and scathing opinion, he was quite pleasant to look at. “Oh, fuck off.”

“Well, don’t go giving yourself wrinkles like that. You’re gonna ruin your one good trait.” She was quite honest in that – he was objectively and undeniably good-looking, even in the throes of the awkward lankiness of puberty. Of course, that didn’t stop her from nitpicking his appearance. He had light olive-brown skin (which while she had relatively clear skin for their age, she was still envious of how nice his skin was), unruly hair halfway between blond and brown, a colour she identified as being the same as dirty greasy dishwater, and eyes that reminded her of blue cheese. He seldom wore his uniform properly, but since he was a Burakgazi, most teachers turned a blind eye, deciding it wasn’t worth it to argue with someone with a family like his, and who caused relatively few problems otherwise.

He looked baffled for a moment, animosity disappearing before being replaced with annoyance once again. “If we’re picking people to kill, I nominate the dwarf.”

“Wow, so original, asshole.”

“At least I’m not vertically-challenged.”

“Go choke on your own ego.”

“Ooh, I’m quaking in my loafers.”

Like always, everyone else ignored their arguing, and returned to furiously finishing their chemistry homework. Well, everyone except Elliot, poor sweet Elliot, who just wanted everyone to get along, and mustered his best friendly smile at Regulus. “Hey, wanna join us, Regulus? We’re just going over the chemistry pack, and – “

“Nah, you guys are on your own,” he sneered, and almost like an afterthought, directed one last jab at her and added, “Have fun getting the wrong answers from that though.”

“Do us all a favour and kill yourself.”

Elliot sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as Regulus stormed to his seat. “Why can’t you guys just act normal for once? Don’t you get tired of fighting all the time?”

“Oh, Elli, sweetie, they’ve been fighting since they first met.” Januaria didn’t even look up from typing on her laptop. “It’s just the natural order of things, y’know? Like water is wet, the sun is hot, Syma and Regulus will always be at each other’s throats, just a natural law of the universe.”

Rather than be satisfied with that, Elliot continued to look confused. “Can’t you guys just ignore each other?”

Symphora shrugged, picking at her skirt. “Sorry, but it’s a primal instinct to try to kill each other. It’s like a lizard brain instinct.”

“Ah, I knew it!” Januaria laughed loudly, ignoring the glare Regulus sent her way. “I knew he was a lizard person!”

Symphora followed and laughed too, with Oliver, Hilaria, and Donatus all snickering, and even Elliot cracking a smile. It was always a good time when making fun of that insufferable twit.

The root of their mutual dislike was nothing grand, or at least, not as far as she could remember. It was her fifth birthday, and since their parents frequently worked together (not friends, her father had scoffed at the idea when she mentioned it once), they had brought Regulus all the way out to Lemures to celebrate it. Of course, it wasn’t just some nice gesture either – birds of a feather should flock together, so it was more for the sake of keeping close family connections, so how disappointed the Burakgazis must have been when instead of finding their oldest son making nice, they found him yanking on her braids with his grubby hands. She wasn’t exactly the perfect victim either, not since she unintentionally provoked him by declaring loudly he had cooties, but nobody needed to know that.

Suffice to say, they never got along after that, and from what she could reason, neither of them had any intention of ever getting along. So it was only natural she spent the rest of the morning thinking of how exactly she could crush and humiliate him later in the afternoon when they had practical lessons.

#personal writing catastrophe #rip the og formatting it looked a lot better on the doc lol #technically this is only half of pt 2 but i'll split it up bc i think it looks better here like that #there's a single inside joke here that makes sense to nobody but me and every time i see it i start cackling

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wildfangz · 2 years

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Get to know me!

Tagged by @vatorelilith

rules: tag 9 people you would like to get to know/catch up with

Most of the people i’d normally tag are inactive or have recently done this so.. if you haven’t and you’re down for it consider yourself tagged! Officially!

last song: Hidden Worship - Eidola

last show: Stranger Things!! Cannot wait for July 1st honestly. Right before that though was she-ra, was watching with a friend and we’re just now finally picking it back up and finishing off the last season

currently watching/listening to: Been switching back and forth between Otzdarva’s randomizer Elden Ring stream from yesterday, and his stream from a few days ago when the new DBD killer came out to help me decide if I should get dredge or not. And maybe pick up some strats beforehand

currently reading:

How to Take Smart Notes by Sönke Ahrens

Salem's Lot by Stephen King

Why Does He Do That? By Lundy Bancroft (Thought about leaving this out for personal reasons but honestly I think it's a must read for anyone that's suffered from abuse, whether you need to process it or deal with it. It's dated and does focus mainly on abusive men but it's still a solid resource. iirc you can find it free online super easily)

current obsession: The sims! Special interest is BACK in full swing. Also Elden Ring

5 Songs I’ve Had On Repeat

Forgotten Tongues - Eidola

Unequivocal Nature - Eidola

Fighting Back - Beartooth

Nerve Endings - Too Close To Touch

My Life For Hire - A Day To Remember

#babble #Working on my future saints row reboot boss also so thats probably going on the obsession list soon

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keefwho · 4 months

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January 08 - 2024 Monday

10:46pm

5.5/10

This morning I did some general tidying of my room since I had a bunch of things just laying around and out of place. I also vacuumed so now my room looks very clean. For breakfast I reheated some leftover soup from yesterday and it was delicious. Daisy also did that for lunch and hers was good too. I watched another episode of Bojack while eating.

In stream I tried doing some gestures of people standing to warm up since I often struggle with simple standing poses. For today's commission I kinda messed up while trying to make the pose more dynamic and started over 30 minutes in. It went more smoothly from there. There were 9 concurrent viewers today but they weren't chatting.

After stream I did my workout. I watched 1 and a half bojack episodes during that. I took my shower and made beefaroni with a granola bar and pear cup afterwards. Since Trevor keeps asking me to play Valheim which I have been down for but always busy, I decided to play with him for about 40 minutes while I ate lunch. He invited me to the small server he hangs out in with his friends. We covered the basics of the game before I had to leave. It was pretty chill because I wasn't being guided with a heavy hand like is common when someone invites me to play something. Also the call was calm, everyone there seems to be chill and not yelling or interrupting each other.

Today's request was for Fiya and he wanted me to draw his Braixen character being given a blunt. I finished it pretty quick. I did a little bit of lolligagging but ultimately kicked myself into gear quicker than usual because I'm tired of wasting time. I did a couple sketches of ideas I had written down, one of Kumatora and one of Zelda. They turned out okay so I tacked them onto my ideas Trello. I don't think either of them will do good numbers but it's a personal challenge of mine to try and do my ideas some kind of justice.

I was listening to XQC while working and when I was done I was going to switch to yoga. As I did, he started reacting to a Nexpo video I really wanted to watch but I abandoned that so I could get my yoga out of the way. Today's was about syncing your breathe with your movements more attentively than usual. I struggled to do some of it because of how generally sore I am but I got through it. After that I settled down and worked on my secret project some more. I realized like usual that I failed to have a solid plan going in and it's setting me back so I may have to iron out my idea more before I continue. it might mean a little bit of redoing but probably not too much. Daisy became free while I was working on that so we called and worked together a tiny bit. She put on a Jerma compilation and I stopped working since I was tired. I just watched the video after that. Then she showed me a Dennis compilation from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia because he looks/acts like Jerma. I made a rice a roni cup for dinner and put some chicken in the oven while we watched an episode of She Ra. Then she went to bed.

In bed she read me 2 chapters of Howls Moving Castle which was cozy, I needed something gentle like that. Then I played Neopets for her. She has been rustling and making noises a lot tonight as I've been doing my nightly routine. I also grabbed a cheese wheel and some crackers as a snack before bed because I don't think I've been eating enough to keep up with my recent activity. I am so sore, tired, and hungry.

Today was alright. I went through the motions like usual and felt relatively unengaged. This morning however I actually enjoyed drawing for at least a little bit. I think engaging in different activities over the weekend gave my brain a firm break from 2d creative work. In the evening I felt like I was boring or bland on account of being so tired and unengaged. I didn't have much to say.

#journal #diary #snow #soup

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history-barbie · 2 years

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12 & 13/100 Days of Productivity

Posting things is hard. Also photos are hard. Yesterday I started some reading for my essay, then went “wouldn’t it be nice to watch some tiktoks” and then that’s all I did for the rest of the day 😤 in this house tiktok is banned!!!!!!!! I hate that you can use it on a computer without having to sign up or download the app, because I can’t even do what I did with instagram and just delete it ughhhhhhhh

Anyway, today I got back on track and FINISHED MY RA WORK FOR THIS WEEK YAY 🥂 and attended a zoom class! Also my supervisor said that she’s too busy this week for us to have a meeting, so I have two whole days to do my midterm and continue reading for my essay!!!

#100 days of productivity #studyblr

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melviships · 4 years

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Oh! I should mention that I started D/ura/ra/ra!! recently and I’m only on episode four but...Shinra...can get it.

#I also finished Beastars a bit back- good but not my cup of tea #I also am watching Sing Yesterday for Me and it's got a really nice style #oh! finished my binge watch of She-ra and Mob Psycho 100 #...listen I watch a lot of shit I just never talk about it #I really need to go back to house of five leaves as well #but I'm putting it on hold for the moment #melviships talks

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paisley-print · 3 years

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10:00am : Five More Minutes

About: A morning spent in bed.

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1696

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Warnings: Smut (Oral Fem receiving, fingering, mentions of sexual fantasies) Pregnancy, family drama

Series Master-List

Tag List: @sherala007 (I remembered to tag you this time! Sorry for the mix up! :)

Notes: *sigh* a calm before the storm. Enjoy a nice moment.

“Close your eyes”

“How did you -”

Jack cut you off, sighing and shifting closer to you in bed. “Because I can feel you starin’, you’ll do fine.” He flipped onto his stomach, moving a hand up under your t-shirt to place his palm flat on your belly.

Daylight was spilling through the curtains, but you just wanted to stay in bed with him. The soft opening of the bakery was tonight for the members of the city counsel. It was a tradition in the town. You couldn’t tell if the nausea you felt was from the pregnancy or your nerves.

What made it worse was that most of the food there had been made by your staff. They were your recipes, but somehow it still felt like cheating.

“Jack?” You whispered, moving your hand to thread through strands of his coffee-colored hair. He shifted closer and kissed your cheek - his eyes still closed. You took this as a sign to continue, “you’re gonna make it, right?”

His voice was deep and husky from sleep. “Course I already spoke to the boss about it. He said it was fine. I wouldn’t miss this for the world darlin’.”

“Has your family said anything about tomorrow?”

“No, but I’ll ask em’ again.”

“...do you think they like me?”

Jack groaned “we’ve had this talk a million times sugar, of course they like you. They just have a funny way of showin’ it is all.”

You listened to the birds singing from the oak tree outside. Normally you two didn’t stay in bed this long unless it was a weekend, but Jack called in late today. You rubbed his arm idly under the sheets.

“Have you thought of any names yet?”

“We only found out it was a girl yesterday.”

“I’m watching this show and the main character’s name was Houston…. I thought that was pretty cute.”

He was quick to shoot you down, “no.”

“Why?”

“I refuse to name my daughter after the enemy.”

“Unpack that for me.”

“The Tennessee Titans formerly known as the Houston Oilers have had a rivalry with the Houston Texans since the team was founded in 1999.”

“Jesus Christ Jack Football?”

“If my daughter is gonna be a winner then she’ll need to have a winner’s name.”

You reached over onto the bed stand and unplugged your phone. You opened the web search app and started typing. “It says here that the Tennessee Titans have never one a Superbowl.”

“At least they’ve been there darlin’.”

You scrolled “yeah once twenty years ago. Says they lost to the St Louis Ra-”

He snatched your phone from your hand and placed it under his pillow. “They’ll get em’ this year darlin’ - don’t you worry.”

You snorted with laughter.

“Just for that her first birthday will be Titans themed.”

You smiled and settled in closer to your husband as the sweet scent of lavender filled your senses. “Do you think she can hear us in there?’

“I dunno.” he raised his voice a little. “Baby girl - if you can hear this, tell your mamma to get her cold feet off my leg.”

You kicked him playfully. “Tell your daddy to stop hogging all the covers and I won’t have to put my feet on his leg.”

“Tell your mamma that I need the blankets as my shield for when she decides to flail about in the night.”

You cackled. “I do not flail about.”

“Uh, trust me darlin’ you do - I gotta be ready at any moment for an elbow coming at my face.”

You giggled “that was one time.”

“It hurt like hell.”

“I was asleep! Besides, I said I was sorry.”

He shuttered dramatically. “You're worse than-” he cleared his throat, saving himself quickly. “Maybe I’ll call out today.”

“You don’t have any more vacation days,” you remind him.

“They can’t fire me.”

“Why?”

“Cuz’ then they’d have to kill me …..and you.”

Your eyes went wide. You lifted yourself up a little to look at him, only to notice the smile on his face.

“I’m only jokin’ hon. They would torture us both before they killed us.”

You rolled your eyes.

He snuggled closer to you. “Don’t worry darlin’ I won’t let that happen.”

“Oh, you won’t?” you asked, teasing.

“Nope.”

“What are you gonna do? Tie em’ up and bore them with football facts?”

He hummed, pretending to be annoyed - but you knew he was only playing. There was silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “I can still feel you staring-”

“I’m not tired I can’t just fall back asleep-” a gasp escaped your lips as Jack moved his hand from your stomach to brush against your panties. He traced the hemline of the fabric before moving his hand underneath.

His index finger stroked over your center with a feather light touch. You twitched and reached out to halt his hand. “If you're still tired you don’t have to-”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes but-”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes.”

“So close your eyes and let me do it.”

You nodded and relaxed into the mattress. Jack shifted upwards, so he was holding himself on one arm. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and started to rub tight circles around your clit.

You flinched uncomfortably; he knew what it meant without you even having to verbalize it. Reading your body was something he had become excellent at these last few years. He had learned your patterns and made a mental note each time something worked and something didn't.

The sheets ruffled against each other as his body weight moved lower on the bed. You didn’t realize what he was doing until his lips brushed against your upper thigh.

“I can do you next,” you told him quickly, not wanting to seem selfish.

He shushed you and hooked his fingers around your panties to pull them off. You lifted your hips and felt the fabric glide down your legs and off your feet. A shiver shot through your spine as his facial hair brushed against the inner part of your leg. He smiled and trailed kisses all the way down to the apex of your thigh, pausing a moment before starting to suck a mark into your soft skin.

You felt yourself buck already. He laughed at how eager you were and laid a hand flat on your hips, stopping your squirming so he could finish making a little bruise with his mouth. One of his favorite things to do was paint you with a hickey or two.

Especially in places that are visible to others, it served as a reminder to everybody that you were his. He got high off of it. Watching that spark of jealousy cross over peoples faces as soon as you flipped your hair or removed your jacket and unwittingly displayed for them the purple mark that he had kissed into your skin not hours before…..yeah he would never get tired of it.

He loved watching other people lust for you and often found himself wondering just what they were imagining. Was it the way your nipples perked up whenever he ghosted a hand over your chest? Or perhaps the sound of your breathless moans beneath him as he pumped into you and you submitted to him entirely? Sometimes when he was fucking you, he imagined someone watching or listening from outside the door.

The daydream that came most often was bending you over his desk and work and looking down at you. Your face pressed against a stack of files, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut. In the dream he wouldn't try to silence your cries of pleasure as they echoed through the long corridors. He would make certain that you were heard clearly by every single coworker walking by the office. It was his dirty little secret that he never planned to confess because it made him feel guilty.

A large hand gripped your leg and nudged it apart, you could feel his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin as he lingered there, teasing you. You whined, grasping a fistful of the sheets in your hand and rolling your head against the pillow.

You bucked again and thankfully he was merciful this time. He swiped his tongue upwards through your folds slowly, and your hips followed. Your hands released the fabric and found their way to his curls. His hair was mused and knotted from sleep.

“Fuck, I love you” you sighed.

His fingers spread you apart while his tongue started to swirl gently on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You arched your back and moaned something unintelligible.

Jack loved hearing you sing for him. When he first met you, he had noticed how much you held back. After that, each time he took you, he made it a game to pull as many trembling cries or melodical notes from your lips as he could. It worked too, because god did you sing.

His beautiful little instrument, carved by the gods themselves.

He moved his arms around your thighs, keeping them open as you squirmed from pleasure. He kissed you harder, losing himself entirely in the sensation of your wet sex against his lips. The tug on his hair made him smirk and dip his tongue inside of you. Hot waves of pleasure shot straight into your stomach.

The feeling of absolute bliss made you dizzy. “Jack,” you whimpered, voice cracking a little.

When you started to lift your hips into his touch, he knew that you were close.

You always squirmed a little more as you approached the edge. Pulling away and then moving right back, as if your body couldn’t decide if the pleasure was too much or not enough all at the same time. He withdrew his tongue and pulled you downward on the bed a little, positioning himself over you more.

“Please,” you begged, needing to feel him again.

He was quick to respond, clamping his mouth over your clit and flicking quickly with his tongue. The knot in your stomach tightened ever more, and you felt yourself moving your hips against his mouth.

He urged your legs to open an inch wider and that extra burst of sensation was all you needed to slip over the edge. Your eyebrows knit together and your mouth fell open in pleasure. You didn’t even hear yourself finish, but Jack sure did.

‘That's it, just like that darlin’,’ he thought triumphantly. He continued to kiss you, your walls fluttering at his touch until your hand came up to bat weakly at his shoulder. A signal for him to stop. He pressed one more kiss to the inside of your thigh before moving back upwards and settling on the pillow again.

He laughed when he saw you laying there, momentarily immobilized from ecstasy. The smirking cowboy snuggled closer to you again, forearm draping over your heaving chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Yeah,” you panted “I can do five more minutes.”

#Jack Daniels x you #Whiskey x you #Agent whiskey x Reader #Agent whiskey x you #Agent whiskey fanfic #Kingsmen Fanfiction #Kingsmen Fanfic #Pedro fanfic #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Pedro Pascal Fanfiction

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xeo-kunsatan · 3 years

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MonsterOlympics One Shot (+13) Part 3.

A new morning have been arrived at Monster Maze High.

Sunday 9:47 AM

Room 69

Betrayus was waking up with Muriel and a white haired human woman?

Betrayus:*Yawns* Morning Sweeties~

Muriel: Good morning Moonlight~

Beryl: Hmm~ Morning~

Betrayus: *takes air* Shit that was a crazy night yesterday... I didn't know that you were that good in this~

Muriel: Yeah dude, you were a beast last night~

Beryl: Tsk what are you talking about? You guys are incredible~

Suddenly that human transformed their body into their original form.

Beryl Marjorie

Boss of Jewels Mafia

Age: 125

Gender: Non Binary

Species: Shapeshifter/Wereleopard (Hybrid)

Beryl: And tell me~ are you agree with this payment method?

Muriel: Ohh~ it's the best and a big honor~

Betrayus: Oh Yeah~ That human disguise was a good idea, as you know i can't give myself this adventures with humans, because you know.. Ka-Boom!

Muriel: i can give myself freely this adventures with humans but i don't want to do it if I'm not next to my Moonlight~

Beryl: Awww~ it was a pleasure to make business with you too, now you have a new monetary support from my part.

Betrayus: and it's a pleasure to have your support, Thank you so much Ms Beryl.

Muriel: Come here Everytime you want it.

Beryl: See ya guys *puts in their clothing and leaves*

Beryl have left the room, to then go to a limousine waiting for them.

Note: Beryl is the Boss of a Mafia but they mostly prefers to use their money to support places which needs monetary help.

At the School Cafeteria.

The students where still feel a little tense after that fight from yesterday, mostly of them were still feeling the hurtful words from Manny, Specially Skeebo.

Sir C and Roxy went to them to give them at least good news for them.

Sir C: *with a speaker* Uhum Uhum, A-Attention Please Students! *Sneezes* I know you have felt stressed since yesterday butbi have good news for you.

Blinky: Good News my Balls!..

Roxy: Silence! C'mon Old man put more emotion in this..

Sir C: You're right Rox, The Hot Springs are Finally open for you, so you will have a better Sunday!.

All:......*Runs off to the Hot Springs*

Sir C: Wow, that worked so well..

Roxy: you see~

The students have run away to test the new hot springs

Note: there were 5 Hot Springs Rooms: Girls Room, Boys Room , Man Staff, Woman Staff and for some reason a secret one connected with both Staff rooms (Roxy's idea).

Boys Room

The boys were enyoing their new hot spring room, Skeebo still upset went to a shower next to a really worried Bradley.

Bradley: Foxy.. are you.. alright?..

Skeebo: *sighs*......

Bradley: C'mon you can tell me..

Skeebo: That stupid.. how he dares to make fun of me!!?? just because i have no family doesn't give him the rights to talk shit to me me! Nor even for the school!

Bradley: Don't let that affect you, you have a family here.

Skeebo: But not a biological!

Bradley: !!!!....

Skeebo: My brother left me, he was supposed to take care of me, we were supposed to be family.. and he still left me... For what!? To start a band and create a new family while I was dying of hungry and Cold!!!..

Bradley: Excuse me.. i know what are you feeling but i should remember you that my dad taked you to avoid that....

Skeebo: But what if he wouldn't taked me? Huh?...

Bradley: that's a Good point... *Sighs*.. Skeebo, please family it's not based by blood lines, it's based in the people who loves you and support you as you are..

Skeebo: *turns off*... You said that because you have your own parents and sister who loves you.

Bradley: Skeebo Please... What if he had a reason to left you?

Skeebo: *Hits Bradley* A Reason to Abandon me!!??

Bradley:!!!!!!..... *Trembling*

Skeebo: *reacts* Oh... No...

Bradley:*steps back*..

Skeebo: I-i-i am s-s-so sorry SugarBun!!.. I-i didn't mean to hurt you....

Bradley:*slaps Skeebo* Don't ever call me SugarBun!..*sightly sobs*... This time you Cross the line.. i thought you already understood about that you already have a family... But im wrong...

Skeebo: No Bradley please.. you are not wrong... I am sorry!...

Bradley: I Know you are really mad and hurted but that doesn't mean you can take avenge of me!

Skeebo: I-i know.. i really so sorry...

Bradley: *sobs* Fuck Off!! *Turns into a Bat and flies off crying*...

Skeebo: Bradley... *Sobs in silence* N-No... What a dumb i am... *Sighs*...

Skeebo was sobbing in the shower while the others would feel his silent lament.

Spiral: Ok Those 2 fighting? That's new

Pacster: Not really, they rarely have fights, and when they have them, they always fix the things and They reconcile with.. you know..

Blinky: I Know but this time it's harder..

Inky: yeah...

Clyde: Are they would be okay?...

Skeebo: Can you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!!?? THIS IS NOT YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!!.

Farley: Ok he is really mad...

Farren: And that's a Mad Fox..

Farid: Oww~ they were such a good couple~...

After the shower, Skeebo left to his dorm which he shares with Bradley, discovering that Bradley wasn't there..

Skeebo: *Sighs and jumps to his bed*... Bradley... If i could... Wait.. *takes his phone to make a important call* Thanks to her i got him.. i hope she can help me to bring him back..

Skeebo called an already known number which helped him as many creatures.

C.A Cupid

Daughter of Eros

Age: ???

Gender: Female

Species: Cherub.

(No, it's not my cupid from Pmatga, she is from from MH/EAH)

C.A Cupid: Greetings, anything your heart wants to share?~

Skeebo: Hello Cupid.. i need your advices one more time but this time to bring my love back..

C.A Cupid: Huh, i think i remember your voice, Long time~ What happened?

Skeebo: You see...My Boyfriend and me had a fight but this time i messed up the things in the really awful way, he surely doesn't want me next to him anymore.. i didn't mean to hurt him..

C.A Cupid: Oh dear.. I'm sorry to hear that.. don't worry i know how i help you.

Skeebo: Please..

C.A Cupid: First give him some time to relax, and then Show him that you feel really bad for hurting him and for it, like give him something really special for you 2 since many years, the reason why you are together.

Skeebo: Something Special for us since many years.. alright I got it, thank you Cupid.

C.A Cupid: Always to help, thanks for calling for my advices.

The Call ended, and Skeebo was looking for an special thing to fix the things with Bradley.

Skeebo: Where is it?..

Betrayus: Where is what?~

Skeebo: Eh!?

Betrayus's stare started to hypnotize Skeebo to make him fall sleep and then take him secretly to a unknown place.

Meanwhile in Monster High.

Miss Bloodgood have asked her students to join a reunion.

Ms Bloodgood: Dear Students, I summoned you in this reunion to discuss about what we will do in the MonsterOlympics Event, the first thing is that all of you most behave and respect your opponents.

Lagoona Blue

Daughter of the Sea Monster.

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Sea monster (Saltwater)

Lagoona: Ohh~ i really felt bad about them...

Ms Bloodgood: Me too Lagoona *sighs* Mostly of The Monster Maze High students have different and difficult situations at mostly of yours, their school is where they live.

Frankie: You mean, their school is their only home

Ms Bloodgood: That's right.

Deuce Gorgon

Son of Medusa

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Gorgon

Deuce: Even Knowing that i can't believe that Manny said that..

Draculaura: Me either...

Holt: Well in certain part he is right

All: Holt!!!

Holt: ok ok.. sorry

Clawd: Just Great.. Now thanks to Manny they already have a bad image of us as the mean ones...

Gillington Webber

Son of the River monster

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Sea Monster (sweet water)

Gil: *Sighs* Things will get so tense during the competency...

Frankie: This can't be like this, we most show them that as we accept us independent of our differences, we accept them too even if they are from other school.

Ms Bloodgood: Frankie is right, the next week the Event will begin, even if we are competing against them we most show them fellowship and support.

Frankie: All agree with you Headless Mistress!

The Reunion finished and everyone was free to leave to their classes.

Toralei and her gang was walking around the school noticing that almost every monster was watching her and whispering to eachother.

Toralei: Pfff, what did I do this time?~

Cleo: Oh My Ra, I didn't know you were like that Toralei?~

Toralei: Mew?~ What are you talking about?.

Cleo: Didn't you check out your phone? *Leaves mocking*

Spectra Vondeirgeist

Daughter of the ghosts

Age: ???

Gender: Female

Species: Ghost.

Spectra: I Hoope you enjoy this unexpected stooory~ *flying around*

Toralei: Huh!?

Toralei Checked out her phone to visit Spectra's Blog finding the surprised of that Spectra made a blog about her meeting with Farley, pointing them as an unexpected couple between a dog and a cat.

Toralei: Meww! No!!

As well her, Farley found out the gossip in the same Blog.

Farley: Woofy Shit!!

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Meanwhile In a dark place, Skeebo waked up to notice that he was tied up.

Skeebo: What The!!??...

Betrayus: You Were a really really bad Fox...

Skeebo: Mr Betrayus!?... I-i didn't mean to hurt your son..

Betrayus: But you did it.. oww~ what a shame I have to do this...

Skeebo: .......*sighs as he sobs In silence*... I'm sorry... I really wanted to fix up the things with him, with effort and heart.. as I promised.. but I guess I most pay for not appreciate what I already had... Go ahead Mr Betrayus..

Betrayus:... Wise decision~

Betrayus hold up a big blade ready to end with the Fox's life to then....

To be Continued.

#pacman and the ghostly adventures #pmatga #monster maze high #monstermaze high #monster high #MH #frankie stein #Draculaura #deuce gorgon #Spectra #lagoona blue

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redtapesworstnightmare · 3 years

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another brother

“Uh, let me transfer you. Your big sister’s not on shift, but your younger one is.” May’s ears perk up at that. “May, I’m sending my call over to you. It’s your brother.”

“Harry?” she asks, confused. She certainly isn’t younger than him.

“No, it’s Buck.”

In which May takes a 911 call from Buck.

(thank you to the absolutely lovely @that-firehouse for betaing and helping with some finishing touches!)

read on ao3 | word count: 1,045

tags: Fluff, Sibling Relationship, pseudo-siblings, Post-Canon, may is a great little sister, protective may grant, josh knows that they're siblings and enjoys it so much

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?” May hears Josh pick up for the umpteenth time that day.

They’ve had a busy shift and they’re only an hour in, the whole of Los Angeles apparently losing their collective minds. None of the dispatchers could figure out why, either. It wasn’t a full moon, the next Friday the 13th wasn’t for two months, and Mercury was not in retrograde. May would have to ask Bobby if someone had said the Q-word.

“Uh, let me transfer you,” Josh continues. “Your big sister’s not on shift, but your younger one is.” May’s ears perk up at that. “May, I’m sending my call over to you. It’s your brother.”

“Harry?” she asks, confused. She certainly isn’t younger than him.

“No, it’s Buck.” Josh says, and transfers the call before immediately having to pick up again.

“Josh, I swear to God, if you transfer me-”

“Uh, he transferred you, dude,” May tells him. “Buck, what happened? Are you at work?”

“No, I’m in my apartment. I have the day off,” Buck says, and May’s already typing his name and address in. “My, uh, my address is-”

“I’ve already got it in, Buck,” May says kindly. “What’s wrong, are you hurt?”

“A little,” Buck admits, and May’s immediately worried. Buck hates admitting when he’s hurt. “I fell at work yesterday, and my knee still kinda hurts. I banged it trying to get down the stairs and uh…”

“Please tell me you didn’t fall down the stairs, Buck,” May says, already typing the request for an RA unit.

“I wish I could,” Buck says, and May’s chest tightens. “I, uh, I think I tore something in my shoulder trying to break my fall, and my knee is definitely even more screwed up than it was.”

“An ambulance is on its way, okay?” May tells him, then sees who responded. “Oh boy.” She’s not sure whether he’ll be happy or not.

“It’s the 118, isn’t it,” Buck groans. “God, and I know exactly who’s on shift because this would be my shift if I weren’t an injured idiot. This just keeps getting worse.”

“At least they won’t have to break your door down,” May offers helpfully. “They all have keys.”

“Fair point,” Buck admits. “Listen, I’ll be fine ‘til they get here, I didn’t hit my head or anything. We can hang up so I stop tying up your line.”

“Buck-”

“May, it’s fine,” Buck promises. “I’ve been texting the crew and they’ve told me what a nightmare today has been for first responders in LA. Go help more people, May. I’ll check in later, I promise.”

“If you’re sure,” May says hesitantly. “I’ll swing by the hospital or your apartment later, wherever you end up.”

“Probably Eddie’s place,” Buck tells her. “That is, if they let me out of the hospital. I’ll see you later, kiddo.”

“Bye, Buck.” May says. The line goes dead before she can hang up and she sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose, and then returns to the busiest day she’s had since starting at the call center.

By the time May finally leaves dispatch, it is three hours past when she was supposed to finish her 12-hour shift. She almost goes straight to the hospital that Eddie let her know Buck was still at, but decides it’s probably better for everyone if she goes back to her apartment to change and eat something first. Still, she takes no more than an hour, not able to calm her racing nerves until she sees that Buck is okay. She feels silly, someone’s been with Buck since she got off the phone with him and he sounded okay when he called 9-1-1, but still. May needs the comfort of seeing Buck with her own two eyes.

“May!” She’s greeted immediately upon entering Buck’s hospital room, which surprises her because it’s still the wee hours of the morning. Buck’s asleep, knee elevated and right arm in a sling, but Bobby is wide awake at his side.

“Morning, Bobby,” she greets him with a smile, going to give him a hug. He hands her a travel mug of coffee which she takes gratefully, smiling into the warmth. “Mmm, thanks.”

“I figured you’d be by pretty soon once you got off your shift. I got here about half an hour ago after your mom had to take off. She was here to replace Maddie, who had to go take Jee-Yun so Chimney could get a shower and a little rest after our shift from hell.”

“I’m glad he’s had someone here,” May says. “I’ve been worried about him for basically my entire shift.”

“Wait, how long have you known he was hurt?”

“I took his 9-1-1 call,” May tells Bobby. “Well, technically Josh did, but he transferred Buck to me.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that worry,” Bobby says earnestly. “I’m sure he appreciated having a familiar voice on the line.” May smiles.

“I hope so,” she admits. “And honestly, I’m glad I took the call instead of hearing about it from another dispatcher. At least then I knew exactly what condition he was in.” Bobby smiles and looks like he’s about to say something when a groan interrupts them.

“You guys’re loud,” Buck complains, making Bobby and May laugh quietly.

“Sorry buddy, I haven’t had a chance to check in with May today,” Bobby tells Buck. “You didn’t tell me she took your 9-1-1 call.”

“Forgot,” Buck says, cracking an eye open. “Thanks for helping, May.” May grins.

“Always happy to help family,” May tells him, and Buck smiles sleepily. “Now go back to sleep, we’ll be here when you wake up.” she promises. Buck nods and closes the eye he’d opened a sliver, and his breaths even out in minutes. May catches Bobby smiling fondly at Buck and smiles to herself.

“Didn’t realize you’d adopted another brother,” Bobby says with a wry smile, never looking away from Buck. May smiles to herself.

“Yeah. I’m pretty lucky,” she says quietly as she watches Buck inhale slowly as he rests, realizing that she doesn’t know exactly when the transition from ‘firefighter that drove Mom crazy’ to ‘older brother’ happened. What she does know is that she wouldn’t change it for the world.

#my writing #9-1-1 fic #buck and may sibling fic #9-1-1 on fox

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epic-seven-updates · 3 years

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Hello, fellow Heirs! This post will be about the 3rd Anniversary events & rewards.

1. Livestream

I'm late. Also did not watch the 2 hour livestream because I personally dislike Mashuu and Nue but I digress from that topic.

2. Epic Dealer Rewards

To celebrate both Ezeran Foundation Day & the 3rd Anniversary, GM Dominiel & Mr. Navi have struck a deal with the business team for some great rewards!

First, we have a 7-day login event.

Rewards:

Day 1- Records of Unity (artifact) x1 [no required rank] Day 2- Leifs x33 [required rank 5] Day 3- Molagora x3, Friendship Item x10 per element. [required rank 10] Day 4- Rare catalyst selection chest x10, epic catalyst selection chest x5 [required rank 15] Day 5- Greater Equipment Charm x10, Greater Accessory Charm x10 [required rank 20] Day 6- Mystic Medals x500 (10 mystic pulls) [required rank 25] Day 7- Episode 2 5★ Hero Summon Ticket [required rank 30] (This is not a selector and is a random hero.)

Continuous attendance will reward you with 50 energy.

Schedule: 8/30 (Mon) ~ 9/30 (Thu)

Next, we will have a free summon event.

There will be 70 free summons in total (not 70 extra, our daily 1x summon is part of it so it's really 63 free summons but it's a lot so we can't really complain else we sound spoiled, right?) 10 summons a day will be available. If you miss a day, you will lose the summons for that day. These will be for the covenant banner.

It will be just like every other summon event. If anyone needs me to post a visual guide on what it looks like, please let me know in the comments/reblogs/asks.

Next, we have a special login gift.

I'm sure you've received this in your mailbox already. It's the 5★ selector.

Lastly, and worstly, Huche the scammer is back.

Schedule: 9/2 (Thu) after the maintenance ~ 9/9 (Thu) 02:59 UTC

Anyways, the rewards are really nice overall!!

3. This isn't event/rewards, but I'd like to give a shoutout to all the skilled heirs who drew for the anniversary! Great job everyone!.

Please view their artworks here.

4. Video Compilation

They released a whole lot of videos lately.

youtube

This one is hilariously stupid and I now love GM Luluca. That is all I have to say.

youtube

Mr. Navi goes to deliver the Luna figures won by some lucky fellow heirs a while back. (no comment I dislike Luna /lh)

youtube

Mr. Navi and his fellow negotiators go to the business team to strike a deal! I personally enjoy these Korean Reality TV type episodes.

youtube

The video is long, so I'll summarize it if you'd rather read. (I do recommend watching though)

(not on topic but they said there was a meme where Mr. Navi's head was c*t off... if any of you have it, please send it to me; I'm curious.)

Ezeran Foundation 3rd Anniversary, Ancient Inheritance, Abyss 120, & the conclusion of EP 3 will be in the second half of this year!

Changes to Equipment Inventory!!! (SAY GOODBYE TO THE 500/500 STORAGE??) They will be adding an Equipment Storage, much like the hero waiting room. They cannot increase the 500/500 due to having to add a loading screen above 500. Inside the storage, you can enhance equipment and extract them as well. They plan to implement this on Thursday.

Abyss 120 Floors. They will be nerfing the previous floors a little so that we can try to get to 120. The rewards will not be a lifesteal set, but it will be a speed set this time. [I can't read korean so I won't be able to translate but base stats at 9 is great.]

Ancient Inheritance- cooperative PVE guild content. It's a hexagonal field, and it's more of an exploration type, where you find and defeat bosses together. There are different roles and selectable card types. More information will be released soon, as this is still in development. Please make sure to find as many good guild members to take full advantage of this new content.

Ending of EP 3 and start of EP 4. (WHAT EP 3 STARTED LIKE YESTERDAY WHAT /hj) There will be another selective summon after you complete EP 3. (vivian can finally come home to my acc) This will be implemented Thursday. This will be on the Eastern Continent. Ras will be booted as the main character because he finished his character development arc apparently (that's a joke, they said that he's in the process of becoming more human) so they're giving us a new protagonist, who's a girl this time. She will be able to acquire new elements over time, and she will end up with the light element as an ml hero... someday. Her starting form is a 3★. It's a trip to the past featuring Vildred.

youtube

Vildred's VA sings a cover of Promise. (he is also Childe's VA in Genshin, so I'm not surprised at this.)

youtube

Another episode of Epic Seven reality TV show LMAO

#epic seven #epic 7 #e7 #epicseven #epic7 #Youtube

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puckwritesstuff · 2 years

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“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

Sorry this didn't get out yesterday-- took a minute to get the voice right for this.

Thank you for the ask!

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Loki had managed to convince his mother to let him go back to his apartment to finish recovering from his surgery. Sigyn was staying with him and had practically moved in— only staying at her dorm enough to keep her RA from noticing. She had taken up a drawer in his dresser and some of the space in his closet. She apologized for taking up so much room and hadn’t noticed that the space had already been cleared out for her.

She was in the kitchen making some tea, and Loki sat on the couch, flipping through streaming services to see if there was anything he actually wanted to watch, or if he was just going to binge The West Wing again. There was a loud shattering sound from the kitchen and Loki cringed.

“Um…” Sigyn’s voice came out a little shaky. “You have a broom?”

“Hall closet,” Loki said.

She stepped out to grab the broom and hurried back in. Loki sighed, shaking his head. She was surprisingly disastrous in the kitchen. Maybe doing some couples cooking classes would help with that.

She eventually came out with two glass mugs of tea. She set them on the table and looked over at the TV.

“Alger Hiss just walked in with my secret pumpkin,” Rob Lowe said.

“West Wing again?” she said.

“I just had surgery, sue me,” Loki said. “I could have died, you know.”

“You had a nephrectomy, not open-heart surgery,” Sigyn said.

“Yeah, but still,” he said. “You okay?”

“Sure,” she said, looking at her hands. “I think I got all the glass up— oh.”

There was a cut along one of her palms. Loki grabbed some of the extra gauze and bandages off the side table. He gently cleaned the cut with the gauze and wrapped her hand before kissing it. She smiled and leaned on his shoulder.

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” she said.

“Wasn’t my idea,” he said.

“It absolutely was,” she said. “You were the one who said you were being smothered back at home.”

“Well, Mother is a little over-enthusiastic with her care sometimes,” Loki said. “Didn’t break anything important, did you?”

“Just a mug,” she said. “But I understand if you want to throw me out for it.”

“Oh, of course,” Loki said. “You broke my favorite mug, and now you’re breaking up with me? Makes sense.”

“It just shattered when I poured the hot water in,” she said. “Must have been a flaw in the glass.”

“I got them for, like, twenty bucks off Amazon, it’s not like they’re Steuben,” Loki said. “Not everything I own is designer.”

“No, just your wardrobe,” she said, laughing. “Though speaking of, remind me I need to go out and get a new dress this weekend.”

“Really?” he said.

“Yeah, the graduation robes for women are white and super freaking thin, and I don’t have anything that isn’t going to show through,” she said.

“I bet Fandral could come up with something appropriate,” Loki said. “He still has your measurements.”

“Absolutely not,” she said. “You ask him for a white dress for me, and it’s going to have a fifty-yard train with crystals and real pearls.”

“He does have a professional line,” Loki said.

“If I take you shopping with me, will that be an acceptable compromise?” she asked.

“If I’m up for it,” he said. “We can stop by Fifth Avenue on our way to lunch with Thor and Jane.”

Sigyn sighed. “You are relentless.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said. “Anyways, on the topic of shopping, we should think about looking at furniture.”

“For what?” she said. “I’m not moving to New Haven for at leastsix months, and it’s not like there isn’t an IKEA nearby.”

“Not for New Haven,” he said. “Though we should consider that, too. No, I just need a new dresser, maybe a wardrobe. New mattress.”

“Why, what you have is fine,” Sigyn said.

“Not enough space,” Loki said, waiting for her to get it.

“What do you need more space… for… oh,” she said. “I see.”

“You’re moving out of the dorm,” Loki said. “And your dad’s new apartment is nice, but… if you’d like, you could stay with me.”

She paused. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

“So, you’d come out to New Haven with me?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can put this place on Air B&B, rent it out when we’re not here, save it for when we are.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought this through,” she said.

“You’re okay with it?” he asked.

“I think so,” she said. “If you’re coming with me, though, we’ll need a two-bedroom. I’ve gotta have somewhere private to study, and you do not want to deal with my mess.”

“I think we can manage,” Loki said.

#prompt #fanfiction #loki #sigyn #logyn

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obxdrewseph · 4 years

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Tik Tok - Rafe Cameron

Description: Rafe Cameron falls for a girl he often sees in a cafe and is too nervous to talk to her, so his best friend, Topper, decides to take matters into his own hands and makes a tik tok asking if anyone can identify Rafe’s crush. Of course, she sees it and confronts him.

P.S. pretend covid doesnt exist in this LOL

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“Bro, just do it.”

“No.”

“Rafe, c’mon man. When did you become such a pussy?”

“Shut the hell up man, I’m not.”

“Then ask her out!”

“No!”

It was your typical Wednesday afternoon-- the college cafe was bustling with students coming in and out from classes and from students mingling with their friends.

Rafe and Topper sat in the midst of all the chaos, ignoring their econ homework to stare at Rafe Cameron’s current obsession.

“How is this girl different from any other you’ve liked? Just man up and ask for her number or something.”

Rafe Cameron.

Notorious player on campus. And douchebag. He was the type to sleep with a girl and kick her out of his room at 3 in the morning. He never had strong feelings for a girl, which is why Topper was baffled at the fact he kept staring at the dark haired, brown eyed plain Jane in the corner of the coffee shop.

“Look, she’s just a pretty girl. And she just looks... shy I guess.” Rafe lamely said. He didn’t know why he wasn’t just barging up to her like he normally did at parties. Of course, those girls were clawing to get to him. He didn’t have to work as hard.

Topper sighed loudly. “Fine, fine. If you’re gonna force my hand.”

Rafe raised a brow as Topper slowly pulled his phone from his pocket.

He then began to film the girl and zooming in on her face.

“Top, what are you--”

“Ssssh.”

After 30, long, agonizing seconds for Rafe Cameron, his best friend finally stopped filming the poor girl.

“Does anyone know this girl? This loser wants to ask her out...” He spoke as he typed.

“No wait--”

“Done. Just posted on tik tok.”

Rafe’s jaw dropped.

“What?”

“Now, we wait.”

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You had a long day of classes and all you wanted to do was fall in your bed.

But no, as a history major, you had to read 250 pages (the entire book needed to be read by the end of the week, but you were spacing), write detailed notes on them, and then start on your essay that is due next week.

You always liked to get ahead of schedule so that your work wouldn’t pile up.

After sitting in the cafe for an hour, you had to go home to cook dinner. You hated eating at cafes since bread just wasn’t your thing.

Once you hit your dorm room, you checked your phone that seemed to have hundreds of notifications.

"The fuck?” You whispered out loud. As an RA, you could say whatever you wanted to in your room, but you still felt weird swearing in front of others. Which is why you whispered the words to yourself.

You dropped your bag at the door and quickly opened your phone.

GIRL, CHECK TIK TOK

Congrats, you’re famous! don’t forget me lol

rafe cameron ?? honeyyy get itttttt

Confusion. That’s all you felt. You quickly clicked on the link on of your friends sent you.

You watched the video set in as Topper, the owner of the account, zoomed in on your face at the cafe you were just in. You didn’t think you looked pretty as your hair was a mess and you hadn’t showered in a couple of days.

Not to mention you were wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt-- the normal college attire.

As you read the caption, you felt your heart race at an abnormal rate.

The words became blurry fairly quickly as your stress started to build up. You set your phone down on the counter to avoid dropping it-- you were rational enough to do that.

You kept getting texts from your closest friends saying two words: Call me. But at this point, you couldn’t even think straight. What was a hot, popular guy like Rafe Cameron doing pining over you? And apparently being too afraid to ask you out?

Honestly, you had never been hit on in your first two years of college and you didn’t think it was going to start with Rafe Cameron, the richest guy at the school. And every straight college girl’s wet dream.

You heard your phone buzz on the counter and you checked caller ID. It was your best friend.

You took a deep breath and answered it.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me you were dating Rafe Cameron.” She joked.

“Shut up! Tell me what to do!!” You screamed.

“Ok, ok, I can tell you’re freaking out and nervous, but this is a good thing! A happy thing! A guy liked you so much that he put a video--”

“His best friend posted the video--”

“As I was saying, put a video out about YOU! This is your chance to finally have the romance you’ve always dreamed of, right? You’re always pining after those book boyfriends or whatever who AREN’T REAL.”

She emphasized the last part which made you cringe. Your obsession with fictional characters was justified-- if she read, she would know.

“Dude, this is Rafe. Rafe fucking Cameron.” She gasped at your swearing, a joke both of you had because you’ve known each other since you were children.

“Exactly, it’s Rafe motherfucking Cameron, meaning, you HAVE to go after him.”

“No, you’re wrong! He’s Rafe Cameron! If he was really into me, he would’ve asked me out already. Literally no one can say no to him nor does anyone want to.” You bit your lip, thinking of ways to get out of this. “You know what? I bet this is a prank or something.”

“A prank?”

“Yeah, like Topper trying to embarrass Rafe by making an ugly girl ask him out--”

“First of all, don’t talk about yourself like that. And second, no, tik tok is not the place to embarrass girls. They would get roasted so hard. And third, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE.”

Contrary to your best friend, you never seriously wanted a relationship. You were the type to fantasize about falling in love and hyped up all of your friends when they had crushes, but you never truly found someone you wanted to get to know or wanted to date.

It just seemed so outlandish to you.

Plus, you wrote off college boys when one followed all of your roommates on instagram besides you. That kinda knocked your ego down.

“Look, I’m just going to ignore this. I don’t think it’s going to be the love story you think so I’m gonna go.”

“Wait, y/n--”

You hung up before she could finish.

You just couldn’t deal with her hopeless romanticism right now.

You sighed and tied your hair into a messy bun. How could you finish your homework now?

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“I don’t think she saw it.”

Topper laughed at his nervous looking friend.

“Dude, she definitely saw it. It has thousands of likes the last time I checked and I’m pretty sure people were tagging her in the comments.”

Rafe fixed his hat so it covered his face. He definitely didn’t want his friend to notice it turning beet red.

“I hate you dude.”

“No you don’t.”

Once again, the two rich boys were sitting in the same cafe they were in yesterday. They had been sitting in there for two hours now, and there was no sign of the mysterious girl who did or did not know she was tik tok famous.

“I don’t think she’s coming.” Rafe commented. On one hand, he was relieved he wouldn’t have to talk to her. But on the bigger hand, he desperately wanted to see her again. He didn’t know why he was so captivated by her brightly dyed hair or the 10 pins stuck on her backpack. She seemed so normal, yet she stuck out with all the book stickers she had on her laptop. Rafe would never tell a living soul that he liked reading YA romance novels but he felt like he could confide in this mysterious girl.

“I don’t know. It’s still early.” Topper noted.

“Um, excuse me?”

The two boys’ heads shot up at the dainty voice.

You were wearing black ripped jeans with a white top; it was the most simple outfit Rafe had seen you in as you usually dressed in bright colors. He would never admit it, but he even noticed when you changed your nail polish.

What Rafe didn’t know was that your best friends held an intervention last night and told you to dress “more to his style” which included simple attire. Yet, you couldn’t fully immerse in the role and wore your favorite bucket hat that was covered in white daisies.

“Hey,” Rafe said lamely.

Topper immediately gathered his stuff and left you two alone. What a homie.

At Rafe’s bland answer, you smiled politely.

“Can I sit?” You asked. Rafe nodded and gestured towards the seat. He didn’t know why he was acting so weird, but you were just so much prettier up close.

He could see the bright red earrings you wore that matched your Nikes and noticed your clumsily applied makeup (which he knew because his sister was so good at it). It only made his heart race even faster.

“Um, so I saw the video... I’m sure you know which one I’m talking about.”

The boy blushed.

“Yeah?” He tried to act suave and calm, but his nerves were all over the place. He felt a bit calmer seeing the girl start to play with her hair: a nervous trait his sister said most girls had.

“Um, well, I... I was wondering...” The girl trailed off, her face turning a darker red. He almost felt bad for her, but she was so darn cute and wanted her to continue.

“Look, I’m really bad at this... and I know you’re good at it, so...”

The boy’s ego inflated slightly.

“So?”

This wasn’t going the way you wanted it to go. You felt frustrated that you couldn’t even get the words out that you practiced. Your eyes prickled with tears from embarrassment; you wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible. You didn’t know what you were thinking approaching the hottest guy in campus and expect not to be tongue tied.

And his lack of words made you think he was just messing with you.

You felt a gentle hand on top of yours which burst your drama bubble. You looked up and saw Rafe’s bright blue eyes full of concern, and... something else.

Dammit, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo.

“Hey, it’s ok. Honestly, it was my friend, the one who left earlier, it was his idea to put the video up and he did it without my permission. If it were up to me, it would’ve taken a lot longer to pluck up the courage to approach you...” He confessed.

This shocked you. Rafe Cameron... tongue tied around you??

“Look, let’s start over. I’m Rafe Cameron, junior, business major, and fun fact: I’m on the hockey team.” You knew all of those details, but you let him give a formal introduction. You thought it was cute that he felt the need to explain all of this to you because there wasn’t anyone at your campus who didn’t know who he was.

You held out your hand.

“Y/N, a sophomore and a history major. Fun fact: I’m an RA.” His eyes brightened at your response and shook your hand with a smile.

He had to practice his stern handshake with businessmen his father forced him to meet, but your hands were gentle and soft, like they were afraid of hurting him. It’s been a while since someone has treated him so delicately. He liked it.

“Well, y/n, it’s a good thing I don’t live in the dorms because I definitely would’ve tried to act up to get your attention.” He teased.

You laughed at the response because you knew a couple of the young freshmen who made a ruckus in the lounges so that you had to come in and yell at them.

You shrugged. “I don’t know, we could’ve met sooner if you were.”

The flirty words flowed from you naturally and you wanted to take them back as soon as they left your mouth.

But they made Rafe Cameron blush, so you let it go.

Suddenly, his watch buzzed and he swore under his breath.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I have a business meeting to get to. Can I get your number for uhhh... for future purposes?”

His slight fumble of words made you grin.

“Of course.”

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