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galileo-the-water-dog · 3 years

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Please take some time to read this post.

My fellow Tumblr users in the Luca fandom, I need your help. I have a fanfiction author friend of mine who is going through some hard times.

And that Fanfiction author is this one right here:

Might seem boring at first glance, but trust me, her stories are AMAZING! And her Luca fic, A Sea Dog's Tale, has some pretty impressive rankings, but not very good in terms of comments.

She specifically asked me to request for ANYONE to take at least fifteen minutes of their day to comment and vote on her story. It would bring her much joy.

And for those of you who don't have access to Wattpad, I will post the first chapter under the cut. And I will ask you to note this post if you liked the chapter! It's called "The Ballad Of An Italian Street Dog."

Again, I would very much appreciate it if you'd take some time out of your day to read this. On here, or on Wattpad.

This story is also on Fanfiction.net and A03.

A Water Dog originating from Spain

Is in no way, shape, or form vain.

While exploring the country he resides in

He happily and politely takes what the town provides him.

Misunderstood for eating sea monsters his entire life

For him, befriending one gives him nothing but strife.

After living three years of living in solitude

He finally befriends not one, but two

And is given a new aptitude.

Italian-to-English translations are in parentheses.

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It's a quiet morning in Portorosso, Italy. Birds are singing, people chatting among themselves, waves crashing against the shore...

And... Dogs are singing?

Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro...Figaro... Figaro!

Figaro! Son qua. Ehi, Figaro! Son qua.

Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro su, Figaro giu, Figaro su, Figaro giu.

Pronto prontissimo son come il fumine: sono il factotum della citta. (della citta, della citta, della citta, della citta)

One building away, a large, gray, and now ornery Cane Corso rose to greet the morning sun. And it wouldn't be that way if not for whoever's uproarious singing was coming from.

Turning the corner, the large dog came across a trash can... With two black legs, hind legs by the looks of them, with white paws, sticking out. The lid was barely open. Whoever was singing in there, not only did the trash can amplify the noise, it woke him from the depths of sleep.

Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; a te fortuna a te fortuna, a te fortuna non manchera.

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

A te fortuna a te fortuna, a te fortuna non manchera.

"I bet I know who it is." The dog said in its guttural voice. As the animal in the trash can continued singing, the dog materialized a stone, getting ready to throw it.

Sono il factotum della citta, Sono il factotum della citta,

Della citta,

Della citta~!!!

Negligent whether or not the animal finished its impressive but loud singing voice, the Cane Corso threw the glass bottle. It made a loud and startling noise upon contact. The hind paws disappeared. And a speaking voice rang out.

"Ah! Cos'è stato (What was that)?" Something popped out of the trash can. The animal in the trash can, he was mostly black in fur color, but his chest, paws, chin, and belly were white.

He is incredibly handsome... And also incredibly misunderstood. Like the American Pitbull.

You're probably wondering, how do I know so much about this dog?

I'll tell you why.

THAT dog... Is me.

My name is Galileo. Like that astronomer Galileo Galilei back in the sixteen hundreds that discovered Earth's Orbit, the solar system, and how the planets don't revolve around Earth.

It's a pleasure to meet you. We don't usually get new people around these parts.

I am a Spanish Water Dog, a herding and waterfowl retriever. I take pride in being THE fastest swimmer, and fastest swimming dog, in Portorosso. Life's okay most of the time, as a homeless street dog. The food supply sucks sometimes, but the water supply is in the best condition.

You're probably wondering why I described myself as misunderstood, right? Admit it, you're asking yourself now. Why am I considered misunderstood?

Well, I am rumored to have eaten, get this, SEA MONSTERS, my whole life. Pretty weird, right? And just because, making friends with one... All the ones I tried to meet, they have REALLY BAD trust issues.

Portorosso prides itself in hunting and killing them. Honestly, I'm not sure why. They seem pretty decent to me.

Course, I'm not gonna tell you the story just yet. We've just met! First I gotta deal with the idioto that decided to wake me up.

Lifting the lid off my head, I saw an angry-looking gray Cane Corso. They're HUGE! This one looks like it eats twice its body weight every day, and looks as healthy as me.

And that's saying something, because coming from someone who either eats out of the garbage, or begs for food, I have the best diet in the world.

Anyway, enough about me for now.

"Can I help you?" I asked the large dog. "Yes, actually. Your singing woke me up!" He barked. "And I don't like being woken up!"

"Well, unlike you, I don't scare other dogs half to death by banging on something." I retorted, tilting the trash can so I could slip out. I regretted it. He's even bigger up close and on the ground...

"Heh. Typical medium dogs. Talks a big game, loses in a fight within the first minute."

"It's early in the morning. I'm not in the mood for a fight." I said, going to walk away. But the bigger dog decided to get in front of me. "Ah, but I am, cagnolino (puppy)."

"No. I'm in the mood for something to eat."

The Cane Corso smirked in the general direction of the harbor, just in front of the fountain. "How's about you do a little hunting with me? Surely I can find a nice sea monster for you."

"Uh, no thanks, Signor Corso. I'd rather—" I got cut off by the bigger dog. "Signor Corso?" Then he burst out laughing. "You don't know who I am, do you?"

"I can't say that I do."

The Cane Corso turned his head and stared down at me with a smirk. "Then allow this legend to introduce himself. I am Socrates, the most well-known canine in Portorosso. Named after the Greek philosopher, I take pride in having brute strength, only the best hunting and tracking skills, and above all, the best master of them all."

The last bit is up for debate, because I've run into people who threw glass bottles, stones, and even ceramics at me. And they all owned a dog with a better status than me.

"What is your name, cagnolino?"

"I'm Galileo. Like the astronomer."

"Ah, piacere di conoscerti (Nice to meet you), Galileo. It's a delight to meet a street dog with such little social status, unlike myself."

"Oh, grazie, Socrates... Wait, what?" I asked. Did he just nonchalantly insult me?

"I think you heard me." Socrates said, his friendly grin turning into an irritated frown. I shook my head with a confused grin. "Ugh, why am I even talking to you? I am a famous icon around here. I haven't the time to blab with scrubs like you."

I looked and felt disrespected. How dare he? "You know, for someone so big and so popular, you're kind of jerkish." I snapped. He turned around with a sharp glare.

He struck me down with one paw to my head, knocking me to the ground. "You got that right, I'm a jerk. Everyone in Portorosso knows it. So let me leave you here, injured without batting an eye, with a warning. First of all, this town here, belongs to my master. Second, he wouldn't want a wuss like you in it. And neither do I."

"I'm not a wuss. I'm a pacifist." I said, standing up. Irritated, Socrates barked loud enough to alert the rest of the block. Just getting a glimpse of his sharp front teeth made me back away with a yelp. Socrates chuckled, non-verbally saying 'that's what I thought.'

Growling at my show of weakness, I stood up. "Next time I see you here, you won't leave scot-free. You've been warned. And you will only be warned ONCE." Socrates said, before turning around to leave.

I kinda want to know who this guy's owner is. Just so I can tell him how much of a jerk he was to A SMALLER DOG.

I huffed with a roll of my eyes. I don't wanna run into THAT guy again. Well, looks like it's foraging.

Or... OR...

Maybe a little hunting in the ocean wouldn't hurt anyone.

I have to sneak to get to the water. Why? Because I get sick of children seeing me and urging to pet me, telling me I'm cute, or that I'm a good boy, and all that.

I don't always enjoy the compliments. Children younger than ten, in my anecdotes, are too energetic for me. I have preferences, even though I'm a street dog.

As I check my reflection in the water, I dunked my paw into it. It turned a bright teal. And the black fur on my leg turned yellow.

Why this happens when I get wet? I'll tell you now, I'm not (entirely) a sea monster. On that note, I don't even know why they're called 'monsters.' They look more like bipedal aquatic lizards to me.

Remember when I said I was misunderstood for eating sea monsters my entire life?

That rumor is a far cry from the truth.

I only resorted to eating a sea monster on ONE occasion. Two years ago. As a desperate survival instinct. I ate one single sea monster.

His name was Giovanni, and he was already fatally injured by a harpoon. He specifically told me to put him out of his... His misery and... and... I did so and consumed him.

I would have dropped dead in a couple of days or less without that nourishment. I was starving to death. Literally. Do you judge me for that?

A week later, my fur changed color when I was wet. The news of my kill then spread like wildfire. And so, when I swim off into the ocean, I can overhear people saying 'he's off to save us from those wretched sea monsters,' and stuff like that. It's getting old.

In conclusion, the rumor was born, and it has lasted up until this very day.

I've also gotten more webbing between my toes, much sharper teeth, and I'd say about 2.3% higher swimming speed.

So help me, Neptune, I better not have more changes in my physical appearance within the next few days. I just got the sharp teeth yesterday. Now I can leave a gigantic teeth mark on a rock.

I am a predator sea monster/dog.

I'm known as predatory down here, but, they don't bother me, so I don't bother them. And they rarely bother me. Because, they're scared of me. Like I want them to. *sigh*

But NOW I'm wondering; if I was born a regular dog and gained sea monster attributes, does that make me a sea monster or the same old dog?

Or I could just call myself a sea dog.

When I'm down here, I pretty much eat what I want. I have the guilty pleasure to steal someone's livestock, such as goatfish, when they're not looking, swim far enough away, then eat it. One could call me a lone wolf.

I don't do it as much anymore, but I can't eat kelp or seagrass every time I come down here. So, at rare occasions, I go to the deep for some of the best tasting meat I've tasted...

Whale carcass!

I know what you're thinking, but believe me, it tastes better than it sounds. It is PACKED with protein and nutritional value. If there's nothing else I feel like eating, I go there.

Hopefully without bumping into this giant anglerfish that creeps me out to high heaven. He never gave me his name... He's usually rambling on about how great life is down there. And I care more about my empty stomach than having a full-blown conversation with that guy, so when he does try to talk to me, I don't always pay attention.

Until he mentions whale carcass.

There's not a ton of oxygen that deep down, anyway, so I'm quick to eat until I'm satisfied, then leave before I start suffocating.

And here I am rambling about my ocean life, when I just found a nice sea cucumber!

No, wait, two! Three! Just sitting there on the rock! Four upon closer inspection!

Oh, Galileo, this is the best part of your cruddy morning!

Licking my chops, I made a beeline for the sea cucumber infested rock and started eating. Oh my... I lied before. Sea cucumbers taste great. They supply me with enough energy to take on the day.

I haven't had these in so long...

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You know what I sometimes do at night when everyone's finally asleep?

I check on some of the sea monsters, making sure they're okay, even though I overhear comments like 'the ferocious Galileo is stalking his prey.'

I ignore those comments. They're merely the wind beneath my wings. They only lift me higher!

When I'm patrolling in the ocean at night, not much goes on... But what was about to happen tonight is gonna be big, I can feel it in my fur!

Anyway, it started when I saw a boat, with two fishermen conversing. Something about sea monsters being stories, I wasn't paying attention.

After hearing operatic music, I started lulling me to sleep, but before my eyes involuntarily closed, I saw a hand grab a few things from the boat. All I saw was a wrench, a cup, and I think a playing card. I was only a few feet away from the boat, so I couldn't really tell.

My newly gained night vision is at its best underwater. I decided to go under and get a closer look. I heard one of the fishermen shout, then I saw what I wasn't expecting.

A sea monster.

My eyesight, now enhanced, but still blurry, I could only see slit green eyes within a black silhouette. A black silhouette, that got caught in a net. I gasped. It grunted as it tried to escape, but it only got more tangled. Whether it's scared of me or not, I'm helping him! And I know exactly how.

I paddled towards the animal in the net. "Don't move. I'll make this quick." I told him, then I bit at the net, cutting it off with one bite. Then, getting to the holes, a small prick from my teeth cuts it, and within seconds the sea monster is freed. It jumped in the air, then back in the water. I went to follow him, but I stopped when a harpoon sailed through the water and slashed its arm. I winced as it let out a small pained cry.

I have ZERO good experiences with harpoons. Oftentimes even I am mistaken for a sea monster, the humans unaware of what I am. I've been hit with harpoons enough times. How many? I lost count. A lot. But I'm lucky.

The only place I haven't been struck by a harpoon is my chest. And my neck. Clearly my neck. I'd be dead if I got struck in the neck. Humans can have impeccable aim with those things.

Also, and I'm only gonna tell you once: I have an immense fear of harpoons. Always have. Or just sharp objects in general. Hate 'em, hate 'em, stay away from 'em. That's my motto. Don't get me started on knives.

Again, regardless on whether it's afraid of me or not...

"Are you okay?" I asked it. He didn't answer at first. He just held his arm in pain. I'll take that as a no. "Okay, let's get you on land, and I can fix that for you."

The sea monster, finally, spoke a word. "Okay."

Side by side, we swam to the shore of the island. "Okay, let me see it." I told him, reaching for his arm. "Don't touch it!" His voice was in the baritone vocal range.

"I'm not gonna touch it, I just wanna look." I gently took his arm and inspected the cut. He sucked in air through his teeth. The wound was bleeding a bit, but it wasn't deep, so fixing it up won't be a problem.

"Okay, I know what to do, but you're gonna have to trust me." I told him. "Do you trust me?"

I didn't expect him to answer straight away (he didn't), since we just met and don't even know each other's names. He answered me with a nod. "Okay, stay right there, I'll be back in a flash."

I went back down underwater and searched for the closest patch of seaweed I could find. It doesn't have to be very long... Perfect. I found a foot long piece of kelp, pulled it off from the root, then surfaced back to the island.

"Okay, I'm gonna try to clean that wound out. You can hold my paw if you need to. Kay?"

He nodded.

I sucked in water into my mouth, then held it in until I got to his arm again. He took a hold of my paw if it hurt. I squirted the water out on the wound. He only squeezed my paw a bit, moaning in pain. Once my mouth was emptied of water, I wrapped the piece of kelp around the cut and tied a knot.

I made sure it was tight, but not too tight. I don't have any real bandages on me, so this is gonna have to do.

"Alright, that should do it. Leave that on overnight and see if it's still bleeding in the morning." I told him. This was my attempt at first aid, despite never performing it before.

"Okay." He said.

"Do you need me to stay with you for tonight?"

"No, I'll be okay."

"Alright, then." I turned to the water, ready to call it a night. "Hey, wait!" I turned to the sea monster one more time. He smiled at me, "Thank you." I smiled back. "You're welcome."

That felt good. He trusted me... Which is weird, because I don't remember seeing him ONCE. Could I have non-verbally made my first sea monster friend?

Perhaps...

But, its late, I better get to sleep. The thing is, I'm a little too tired to swim back to town. Last time I tried swimming while tired, I drifted into the ocean, and it took me an hour to find the town again.

Why not... Sleep in the ocean for a change? When I come here to vent, the tranquillity usually helps. Actually, I've slept in the ocean before. It was AMAZING. The seagrass fields are the most comfortable. Best part is, they hide you from predators.

So that's what I did. I decided to sleep on the ocean floor. I walked in a circle before laying down. I was instantly feeling more tired. I laid my head down and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Awaiting what tomorrow has to offer.

So... That's the end of this chapter. What do you think of Galileo? What do you think of Socrates?

I felt like putting the "Alberto getting hit in the arm by the harpoons in the beginning" concept in here, and having Galileo help the guy out. Whether he wanted his help or not...

I think we can all agree that he's a very good boy.

Next chapter, Galileo meets our other protagonist.

#luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #ercole visconti #daniela paguro #lorenzo paguro #massimo marcovaldo #machiavelli #wattpad #spreading awareness #galileo the water dog #disney luca #pixar luca #luca 2021

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karen-elaine · 3 years

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Hey guys!

So I’m currently on vacation! My family and I are doing a cross country trip! For reference, I live on the east coast and had never ventured away from the east coast. This has now obviously changed and among our many stops was LA. While there my dad and I decided that it was crucial we stopped by the iconic Amoeba Music located on Hollywood Boulevard.

I did my fair share of shopping around, got some cool stuff, and overall had an epic experience. So, I figured I’d talk about it on here!

THE STORE

Here’s the store itself just chilling on the corner living it’s best life. It’s not super grand or anything from the outside, you get most of that wow factor when you walk inside. Still super cool though and they had some super chill employees hanging out right outside the door to welcome people in and chat with the customers.

When you first walk in to the store this is what you’re greeted by! It’s this awesome, colorful, record mural with those nice LED lights in it. I didn’t take anymore pictures once inside, but it was huge! There were rows and rows of records, cassettes, CDs, band tees, and equipment for listening. It was crazy and there was so much stuff to look through! If it wasn’t for the limited time we had due to the parking meter, I could’ve spent forever in there just looking through everything.

ARCTIC MONKEYS - FAVOURITE WORST NIGHTMARE

First of the many records I got today is Favourite Worst Nightmare by the Arctic Monkeys! I got one Arctic Monkeys album a couple of months ago (Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not) and now I’m on a mission to get all of their albums. Needless to say, I was super excited to stumble across this one at Amoeba.

This record has a very epic song list! In total it contains 12 songs including:

Brianstorm

Teddy Picker

D Is For Dangerous

Balaclava

Fluorescent Adolescent

Only Ones Who Know

Do Me A Favour

If You Were There, Beware

The Bad Thing

Old Yellow Bricks

505

I believe this one just to be pressed on a black vinyl, but I won’t be opening it until I’m back home.

ARCTIC MONKEYS - A.M.

Yes I got myself another Arctic Monkeys album because why the heck not? In my defense though I never see these two at my local record shops, so that’s my excuse!

This album is a classic and I find a staple in many people’s collections. It features many of their big hits and is overall just an iconic record to own. With that being said, the song list is pretty awesome. A.M. features 12 tracks:

Do I Wanna Know?

R U Mine?

One for the Road

Arabella

I Want It All

No. 1 Party Anthem

Mad Sounds

Fireside

Why’d You Only Call Me When Your High?

Snap Out of It

Knee Socks

I Wanna Be Yours

Once again I do believe this to be on a plain black vinyl. Either way, my best friend is super excited that I got this one.

BIKINI KILL - REVOLUTION GIRL STYLE NOW!

Last time I came at all of you with a Bikini Kill record it was Pussy Whipped. This time around though I picked up Revolution Girl Style Now! which is pretty great! The “B” section of my collection is really starting to bulk up and I’m not mad about it!

As always the songs on this album are most excellent. This one has:

Candy

Daddy’s L’il Girl

Feels Blind

Suck My Left One

Carnival

This Is Not a Test

Double Dare Ya

Liar

Ocean Song

Just Once

Playground

Sticking with the common theme here, I’m assuming the vinyl is just a standard black pressing.

BIKINI KILL - YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

Yes I got another Bikini Kill album! I swear this is the last one of multiple from one artist. It’s just Arctic Monkeys and Bikini Kill this time around.

Any who, this is another classic album of theirs with many great, well known songs from them. This includes:

White Boy

This is Not a Test

Don’t Need You

Jigsaw Youth

Resist Psychic Death

Rebel Girl

Outta Me

George Bush is a Pig

I Busted in Your Chevy Window

Get Out

Why

Fuck Twin Peaks

Girl Soldier

Not Right Now

Once again, I’m assuming that this is just a plain black vinyl. I don’t even think there is any colored pressings of Bikini Kill, but I could be wrong. Who knows?

FALL OUT BOY - TAKE THIS TO YOUR GRAVE

Here we have an artist I’ve been looking to add to my collection for a while now, Fall Out Boy! I can never seem to find their records in person, but today at Amoeba Music they had this one and Save Rock And Roll. That one was super expensive though with a lot of extra stuff. I was not looking to drop $40 on one album today, so I decided on this one instead!

The song list on this one is sweet. It features 12 songs all of which I’m pumped to listen to once I arrive home:

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today

Dead On Arrival

Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy

Saturday

Homesick At Space Camp

Sending Postcards From a Plane Crash

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

The Pros and Cons of Breathing

Grenade Jumper

Calm Before the Storm

Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes

Such a great album and it’s also such a great pressing! This copy of Take This To Your Grave is pressed on the limited edition silver vinyl which is super sweet.

MELANIE MARTINEZ - CRY BABY

I wasn’t even planning on this one but when I saw at the store I couldn’t say no! This album was my favorite in 6th grade and I was such a hardcore Melanie fan then. This album and Melanie herself is so iconic and I knew I had to get it.

All of Melanie Martinez’s packaging is always stunning too! I know this one has a whole picture book in it with a page for each song that connects the whole album in to one story. Super cool stuff!

This record contains 13 sweet songs including:

Cry Baby

Dollhouse

Sippy Cup

Carousel

Alphabet Boy

Soap

Training Wheels

Pity Party

Tag, You’re It

Milk and Cookies

Pacify Her

Mrs. Potato Head

Mad Hatter

This is the standard black pressing, but as I said before, the packaging for this is great so it’s all good! I’m super excited to give this guy a listen when I get home! My favorite through middle school was Mad Hatter so that’s going to be so fun to hear on vinyl.

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE- DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS

Final record purchase of the day is by none other than My Chemical Romance! I got their album Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys and I’m super excited about it!

This record marks my second MCR vinyl in my collection, other than this one, I have The Black Parade which is another awesome album.

As always he have a very epic song list consisting of 15 tracks including:

Look Alive, Sunshine

Na Na Na

Bulletproof Heart

SING

Planetary (GO!)

The Only Hope for Me Is You

Jet‐Star and the Kobra Kid/Traffic Report

Party Poison

Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

Summertime

DESTROYA

The Kids from Yesterday

Goodnite, Dr. Death

Vampire Money

As shown in the image, this is not a standard black pressing! I got the fancy picture disc which was the only available option and I’m definitely not mad about it. Super cool, and my very first picture disc. Can’t wait to spin this one!

T-SHIRT

While I was there I also had to pick up some Amoeba merch to take back home with me!

They had a really epic graphic tee section. Some of which were for various musical artists while others were for the store itself. They had so many too!

I ended up going for this simple, black, logo tee with this super cute pink logo in the center. I think it’s adorable and I’m so looking forward to styling it back home.

As I was chilling in line I spotted the pins display and took a quick look at that too. I ended up grabbing a little rainbow pin with the Amoeba Music logo in the center. Once I’m home I plan to put this on my denim jacket that I’m currently trying to fill with cool pins and patches. It’s definitely going to be a really cool addition to my jacket. Unfortunately though, no pictures because I reached the max number of pictures. Very sad.

#music #vinyl #vinylcollector #vinylcommunity #vinylrecords #record player #records #arctic monkeys #bikini kill #melanie martinez #fall out boy #my chemical romance #mcr #amoeba music

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iguanasarecute · 5 years

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One shower stall, Two pairs of legs

[Bakugou x Reader]

summary: For the love of god, UA had a water shortage. A laborius training made all of you debilitated; the exhaustion gave all of you the thirst for being refreshed. Hitting on the limited showers connected to the lockers, well umm... someone crashed in with you. {from their third year}

warning: smut, profanity

"Fuck you bastard!" The feral classmate of yours growled at you; his PE uniform marinated with sweat, dripping blood from the scar you gave him during your training.

Your neon duffel bag slunged to your shoulders, "I'm just better than you. Admit it," you rolled your eyes as the towel on your hand roamed around your face. Your fellow classmates had their way on the locker rooms, while this goddamn pomeranian keeps barking at you for the past ten-minutes.

"Piss off (Y/N)! I'm gonna make you fucking suffer!" His husky voice thundered as the ash-blonde stomped his way in the Men's lockers, finally. You shook your head, eyeing the stubborn Ash-blonde, while you also jolted to your locker.

The familiar faces waved and offered you a sweet smile; your pink friend, Ashido, chuckled, "That's what you get for beating Bakugou's ass," she adjusted the towel wrapped around her body.

Momo gave you a sympathetic glare, "Bakugou's voice were heard here. Such harsh words!" Her soft hands patted your shoulders, "Though, he did hesitated to throw you punches. He went easy with you,"

You bit the inside of your cheeks, "Geez, should I thank him for that?" you sarcastically said, as the three of you giggled. You shifted your eyes to your classmates, exiting the room and having their way to the connected shower rooms, "They still haven't fixed the pipes, eh?"

Ashido nodded, "The Villain attack from two days ago did cause a massive destruction. Mostly affecting our water pipes," She grinned at you, "I'll be going now, I feel soooo sticky with all this sweat from beating up Sero," Momo and Ashido gave you one last glare as they walked out the room.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and raised it; leaving you fucking naked alone in the room. Your fingers combed your sweaty hair, as you sandwiched yourself in a white towel, making your way inside the shower room.

The monotonous sound of flowing water entered your ears; searching an empty stall while you let yourself in, as the towel you're in, dropped. You turned the squeaking lever in a clockwise direction, awaiting the water flow down to you. You turned the lever again, nothing, "Ahh. Fuck!" your foot kicked the wall.

"(Y/N)?" Hagakure's voice called at the stall beside you.

You wrapped your body with the towel again, "Yeah?"

"Your shower's busted?"

You tied your hair into a bun, "Yep. I'm not so lucky today," you groaned.

Hagakure giggled, "There's an extra working shower across the gym. Give it a go. We don't have enough water supply at dorm soooo,"

The thought of a chilly shower lit up your face, "Oh god, really? Better get my ass there. Thank you!" You galloped as you poked your head outside, seeing if the coast is clear. You can't believe that you're sprinting across the gym, with only a towel covering your temples. But hey, you need a fucking shower.

You eyed the shower meters away from you as something catched your attention at the corner of your eyes. Oh fuck, oh fuck. You were ready to hit that something. Turns out, it was just a cat. Must be one of Aizawa's cats.

You shrugged as you continuously walked to the shower room. It was a single pristine stall, just for any emergency showers or whatsover, but it did, have running water. You tossed your towel at the corner as you felt the water touch every single corner of your body. You sighed in relief. This frigid shower couldn't be better.

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[ time rewind ] : BAKUGOU

The Ash-blonde snarled at that nosy extra who embarassed the hell out of him. Though with that fortuitous battle with (Y/N); he did admit to himself how he was amused because of his opponent's eagerness. He smirked as he reminisce the training battle with (Y/N). Katsuki went easy with his rival; just because he kinda, sorta, has a soft spot for her. Well all he does was yell at her, or slap her with nasty words... but he isn't an expressive person, and he has his ways of showing it; for example, he adores everytime the both of them punches each other with insults.

Bakugou growled at the shower room, where all stalls was occupied, "One of you extras get the fuck out or I'll explode this shit!" He wrapped a piece of cloth at his wound.

"Calm your cock bro. Just wait in line," Kaminari yelled.

The crimson-red eyes of his twitched, "HAHHHHHH?!"

Kirishima cackled, "You yelled at (Y/N) dude! Not a manly move. The water pipes' goddess is punishing you,"

"WAIT 'TIL ALL OF YOU GET OUT! I'M GOING TO KILL—"

"Do not make obnoxious conversations!" Iida's voice shouted, probably chopping on the air right now.

Denki coughed, "Bakugou there's a shower stall at the other side of the gym. The single-stalled one. We're going to have a looooong time with this,"

"We're like fucking prisoners so thirsty for a goddamn bath," Sero sighed.

Katsuki clicked his tongue as he mumbled under his breath; making his way to the said shower stall. An abyssinian cat licking its paws, blocked his way as the crimson-red eyes of his rolled. He sprinted in the shower stall; while Bakugou raised his eyebrows. Why the fuck are the lights opened, and an irresponsible bastard just stranded the fucking water flowing.

His warm rough hands grabbed the cool door, and shot it open.

Oh shit.

~~~

Your fingers combed your saturated hair, nuzzling every drop of the rigid water. You were confident that nobody would infiltrate your shower. Since everybody in your class was already freshening up, on their own.

Until,

"WHAT THE FUCK BAKUGOU?!" Your arms spreaded accross your body, struggling to cover your breasts and your pussy. You gave him a stare, but the Ash-blonde just stood there, ogling at your exposed body, "WHAT ARE Y— GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Bakugou's cheek flustered as it turned red; avoiding your gaze, and looking at the floor, "Don't you know how to fucking lock the goddamn shitty ass door?!" He thundered.

"The water is fucking running! Don't you have fucking ears?! Or a brain atleast to conclude that somebody is inside?!" You kept your arms locked on your private parts. Your eyes were darted on his annoying brainless head, when you just realized, that he's completely naked too, except for the towel covering his lower part. You gulped, and memorized the sight of his eight-pack. You won't repudiate, he does have a fine body.

"The fuck are you staring at?" He spat. Shit he caught you, "What a perv," He playfully smirked and rolled his eyes.

"Says the person who's in struck just by staring at my goddamn body!" You growled.

His iconic devilish smirk just got wider, "You noticed?" His hands slid on the door as he locked it, advancing towards you, his Crimson-Red eyes glued to you, in libido. His tongue clicked, "So, deadass extras took all the showering stalls," the water flowing down his body as well.

Your arms, shielding your chest, now brushing on his hard abs, "What are you implying," you whispered in a monotonous way.

Bakugou's husky voice chuckled, "Wanna share?" You looked up to him, squinting your eyes to avoid the chilly water. He leaned to you, giving you a soft kiss, were diminutive water entered your mouth. The feral Ash-blond, sure is a good kisser.

His lips were warm, as it collided with yours. He aggresively osculated you, while it slowly parted, asking permission to get in you. How can you refuse? Your lips split, as a sign of acceptance. The both of your tongues' battling, devouring each other; as he licked every corner of you. Bakugou breathed, "So you do wanna fucking share," You felt the inside of you burn, as the Ash-blonde gripped on your arms, and slid it to your sides; revealing your bare breasts, and your pussy, to his.

The rigid water touched your chests, while you grabbed the soaked towel veiling his member, "Your towel's getting wet, Bakugou," your voice shaked.

He bit his lips to your obvious statement, "What are you implying," he mocked you by imitating your voice, "Rightttt, (Y/N). It's getting fucking wet," he coughed, "Would you... Would you be a goodgirl and get it off me?" Your hands touched the towel, as you complied with his command, "Goodgirl," Bakugou gripped your ass and pulled you to his hard frame, "Touch my dick and feel how hard you just fucking made me," he whispered, while your shaking hands grabbed his... long, hard, trobbing member.

"I want it in me Bakugou," your voice commanded, as the Ash-blonde chuckled at your unexpected response.

He cupped your breasts, "Let's take it slow (Y/N)," he nuzzled on your neck, marking what was his. He agressively squeezed your butt while giving you hickeys as you moaned. His hard cock was brushing over your pussy, which made you moan harder. He sucked your breasts, biting it; as he made circles on your tummy, down to your clit. His finger went in your tighthole, while you moaned his name. Another finger entered, as he chuckled, "So wet, and tight, and we just got started," he added the third finger.

"Katsuki ughhhhh— Baby that's so good," you shrieked while your arms tangled around his arms.

His husky voice giggled, "(Y/N)... be a goodgirl and suck my dick,"

"Depends if you'll cum," you smirked while you stood on your knees, ogling at his member, "Katsuki, that's uhh... huge...,"

His warm hands grabbed your hair, "...And you like it like that," he pulled your head nearer his cock, "Come on now, babygirl," you parted your lips as it came in you, pumping, as your tongue played with it, "Goodgirl, ughhh," he moaned deeply, "Shit! Shit!" He mumbled as his hot cum went in you. You catched your breath as the Ash-blonde pulled you to stand, "I have a punishment for you for giving me this bruise," he eyed his cut wrapped with a cloth, "Turn around," his husky voice commanded as you turned around.

You bit your lip. Shit anal. Bakugou adjusted his position for an enter; just then, he was pumping. The shower stall contained by your moans, "Ka—Katsuki, I'm liking this punishment," your legs felt jiggedy as his cock exited. The warm hands of his, grabbed your hips, pushing your body at the corner, "What are you—" your eyes shifted down, Katsuki setting his dick directly at your hole. His intense eyes glared as you, signaling he's coming in. You moaned at his huge member entering you, pumping, Shit. Fuck the water shortage I love it.

"Gagghh! Oi, dumbass you're taking so long!" The Ash-blonde yelled impatiently outside your locker-room. Well, both of you kinda, (not kinda) enjoyed your moment, at the separated shower stall. While you and Bakugou was devouring each other; your classmates obliviously headed back to the dorms; wondering where in the goddamn world the two of you were.

You changed into your spare clothes dumped inside your locker incase of emergencies. Yet, you didn't know, this emergency, would be having fucking sex with the Katsuki Bakugou. You whimped at your sore body, while the Crimson-red eyed man leaned on the wall outside, his warm hands burried inside his sweatpants; lingering. Bakugou was staring at the abyssinian cat, as he gawked at your jelly-legs, "You took so fucking long, your highness," he sarcastically mumbled while his muscular arms grabbed your waist to support your sloppy walking, "You look like a fucking idiot with those legs,"

A deep exhale went out your lips, "Your fault,"

His devil smirk etched on his face, as you and him, walked to reach your dorms, "I'm good at fucking, right?" He clicked his tongue, "You don't need to say so. I fucking know so,"

"Geez, I bet you did that to tons of girls already," You scoffed, while your heart felt like sinking with the thought of his rough hands groping a body that's not yours.

He clicked his tongue, "Nah just you," his warm hands collided with yours, "Wouldn't fucking do that other than you,"

Well then, you just made the moths inside my tummy dance YMCA

— • —

BONUS:

"(Y/N)! Bakugou! Where have you been?!" Kirishima thundered inside the common room; as the familiar faces gawked at the two of you in worry and curiosity.

Iida started chopping at the air, "This is unnacceptable! The both of you should orient your class where you'll be going!"

Oh fuck. Oh shit. What would we say.

You were about to open your mouth for excuses, when the Ash-Blonde whose arms are around your hips, groaned, "We just took a fucking walk! Finding the owner of a goddamn stray cat!"

Nice one.

The familiar faces blinked, some of them nodded in understandment; while the others raised their eyebrows in doubt. Deku coughed, "Are you okay (Y/N)? What happened to your legs?!" their eyes darted on your jelly-legs.

You nervously laughed, "Oh! Uhh legs? What legs? Ohhh— Uhhh... Funny story actaully— I Uhhh... It was from Uhhhhhhh," you felt Niagra falls forming on your fucking forehead, as sweat dripped all over you.

Katuski clicked his tongue and rolled his Crimson-red eyes at your bovine state, "The cat went out and then she chased it. Too much running, she got kinda sore. Then dumbass fell to the ground," He gave death-glares to the extras who gave him suspicous looks, "That's it. Don't fuck around,"

Holy shit. I love this Pinocchio right here.

The Ash-blonde thinks that jabbering fabrication was utterly noxious. He doesn't like lying, stating that there's no point at it. Though, this perplexed, yet wonderful moment he had wih you; would be risky to be publicized. It was both of your moment, and was yours to keep.

Fucking water pipes started it all.

END

by: i.k.

r e b l o g !

i promised on my last that my next post (this) would be a soft one...it got delayed. i accept requests rn!

more lemons by me:

U.A.'s lingerie collection ; Self Pleasure's Mishaps ; FUCK.DATE.KILL ; Sext...with a Pro-hero? ; House Arrest

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my-dear-hammy · 6 years

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Falling Through Time: Book 2

Masterpost

Jamilton Series Masterpost

Basking in Firelight

Part Seven

Broke

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Warnings: Death, blood, threats, cussing, mental torture,

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"You know, when I came to Virginia and decided I might have to get a roommate, this is not what I had in mind," Hamilton stated. After a moment he added, "At least the rent's free."

"And free food too," Jefferson said, grimacing at the disgusting pile of mush on his plate before shoveling it into his mouth.

"No electric bill. Or water."

"No mobs that try to kill you when you walk out the door."

"Just an occasional dick of a soldier."

"And all you have to do for admission is get shot."

"And lead a rebel army."

"Not half bad, I'd say."

"Not bad at all."

They both laughed.

Neither of them knew how long they'd been imprisoned. Neither of them knew what was happening in the outside world. If the revolution was still alive or if it was crushed. The war was over, why did this happen?

Because it wasn't over. It was never over. Nothing is ever over so easily. The rebels won a huge victory and everyone assumed it was the end of it all. The Government had other plans apparently, which evidently included kidnapping two of the heads of the rebel cause. Two of the greatest icons. It would have been a devastating blow to the cause. How many were still fighting? How many had given up? Hamilton wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

He was restless, he didn't understand how Jefferson could sit still for so long, how having nothing to do didn't drive him crazy. He just sat there and hummed. Hummed, always with the humming.

At least it wasn't silent. Humming was better than silence. Eventually, Hamilton started humming along. It was a tune he knew and it kept him occupied, so why not?

Hamilton paced, hands clasped behind his back. Jefferson sat in the corner, back straight, eyes closed. Hamilton stopped in front of him. "What are you doing," he asked Jefferson.

"Thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Lots of things."

"What kind of things."

"How to build a new nation."

"No, don't think about that," Hamilton said.

"Why not?" Jefferson asked, cracking an eye open.

"Because you suck at it, T. J."

"And you're even worse, Publius."

"You're insufferable."

"Alas, you're stuck with me. Roommates, remember?"

"Asshole."

"Bastard."

Hamilton sank against the wall, resting his head against the cool stone. He wished he had his cello. Just as Jefferson wished he had his violin. The nothingness was getting to both of them, Hamilton just showed it more.

***

"Je ne peux pas attendre pour voir la couleur à nouveau. J'en ai marre de ces murs gris et de ces sols crasseux. Je veux voir les jaunes et les verts du printemps. Champs rouges de fleurs. Arbres ondulant dans le vent. Des étendues sans fin de plaines d'herbe. Je veux emmener mes chevaux et galoper à travers eux, puis pique-niquer au sommet d'une colline.(I can't wait to see color again. I'm tired of these gray walls and grimy floors. I want to see the yellows and greens of spring. Red fields of flowers. Trees waving in the wind. Endless stretches of grass plains. I want to take my horses out and just gallop through them and then have a picnic at the top of a hill)," Jefferson said with a soft smile.

"Est-ce avant ou après que vous ayez brûlé le monde entier(Is this before or after you have burned the whole world to the ground)?" Hamilton asked.

"Gravez-le pour le reconstruire. Meilleur. Plus libre(Burn it to rebuild it. Better. More free)."

"Si nous vivons(If we live)," Hamilton said.

"Si nous vivons(If we live)," Jefferson repeated

Hamilton replied after a few moments. "Nous allons vivre. Je vis toujours. Et si je peux le faire, vous le pouvez aussi(We will live. I always live. And if I can make it, so can you)."

The door swung open, "You," the man said, pointing at Jefferson, "we're going for a walk."

"How about you go for a walk and leave me the fuck alone? I'm not a fan of your company."

Hamilton snorted. The man strode into the room grabbed Jefferson by the hair and jerked his face into the floor. "Hey!" Hamilton leaped to his feet. "You can't come in here and smash his face into the ground just after I gave such a wonderful motivational speech."

The man turned to look at Hamilton. "Shut your face."

Jefferson had risen to his full height, towering over the man, grinning a grin that promised a bloody death. Hamilton realized just then how terrifying Jefferson could be. Before anyone could so much as breathe, Jefferson stepped back, wound up his fist, and slammed into the man's face right as he looked over his shoulder to see Jefferson standing and paled, sending him sprawling out the doorway.

"Shit, Jefferson," Hamilton swore.

Jefferson nodded toward the doorway, "Let's go." Hamilton nodded and they raced out the doorway, Hamilton stopping to steal the pistol from the man's belt. Jefferson must've really hit him hard, the guy was out cold. They ran down the hallway, taking turnings sharply, praying they didn't run into anyone else. Hamilton checked to see how much ammo he had. Eight rounds. Not enough.

Hamilton had great aim, so they could take out at least eight, and if they took the weapons from them too, they might just have a chance.

They rounded another corner only to come skidding to a halt. Jefferson and Hamilton stood face to face with a group of at least twenty soldiers. Well, shit. Hamilton's gun was already aimed squarely at his favorite person.

"Well, well, well," Hamilton sneered, "if it isn't none other than Jimmy Matthews. How are you doing to today? I ran all this way just to find out."

Matthews smiled sourly, "Just fine. I'll be better after I smear your brains all over the walls."

"So violent. What would your mother think?" Jefferson asked.

"At least I have one," Matthews sneered. Hamilton and Jefferson growled. "Now come quietly, you're outnumbered, there's no way you can make it out alive if you fight." Hamilton glanced at Jefferson who nodded in return. Hamilton slowly lowered his pistol. "Good," Matthews purred.

Hamilton and Jefferson bolted back the way they came and took a different route. "Find them!" Matthews screamed.

"Split up," Jefferson said, turning down a different hallway. Hamilton kept running. He and Jefferson could make it out. They could. They had to. So Hamilton ran.

Right into the butt of a gun.

He slammed into the ground, his world swimming, the gun smashed into his face again.

***

He woke and was dragged from the room into another room with a massive window. One way glass. The room on the other side was empty, but the room he was in wasn't. Matthews stood there with several other guards. "Talk," he commanded.

Hamilton spat on the floor.

"I'm going to say this again, talk."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Bring him in," Matthews said.

Hamilton whirled and looked through the one-way glass as Jefferson was dragged into the room by his hair and thrown to the ground. His face was bloody and beaten up. His clothes were even more ragged than before. Jefferson struggled to his knees and stared defiantly into his captor's eyes.

"Talk," Matthews said again.

"Fuck you," Hamilton growled.

On the other side of the glass, Jefferson's captor aimed a gun at Jefferson's head.

"Talk," Matthews said again.

Hamilton grit his teeth, refusing to remove his gaze from Jefferson. Jefferson looked right at Hamilton as if he could see through the one-way glass.

"I said fuck you," Hamilton ground out.

Jefferson's captor pulled the trigger and Jefferson sank to the floor.

Hamilton snapped.

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#jamilton

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elodieunderglass · 7 years

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@elodieunderglass is it true the animals were so much larger in prehistoric periods because the air was much more oxygen rich?

That’s such a good question! It would be true in the case of arthropods - the group of animals with exoskeletons, that contains insects, spiders and crustaceans. Terrestrial arthropods - that is, ones that live on land - breathe air through holes in their exoskeletons.

When vertebrates (mammals, reptiles, fish, birds) breathe, we suck in air or water through noses, mouths or gills, using our muscles to suck with. We suck the useful oxygen into our lungs or over the gills, transferring the oxygen to our blood, and exhale the wastewater/gases. For vertebrates, breathing is a very ACTIVE thing. We go around actively gulping down oxygen, powered by our muscles, like vacuum cleaners. Then we fling the oxygen into the deepest, darkest, frilliest parts of our bodies by packing it into vacuum tubes (blood vessels) and powering it into every possible corner of flesh with the aid of a massive engine (heart). Mammoths and sunfish and blue whales and tyrannosaurs and dogs and us have all kinds of dark, meaty depths. We can power the air into our dark meaty depths and ALL of our nooks and crannies. Vertebrates have the infrastructure to get BIG. We’re like a city full of subways and complicated train routes.

Arthropods are more passive. Mostly, they just waft the oxygen through those holes in their exoskeletons. Spiders, for example, kind of need to move to breathe (!) and their breath is kind of like... absorbing air through the holes in their bellies, as they stir up the air with their legs. And they don’t have blood or veins or lungs or muscles. They don’t have an active circulatory system. They just have loose sloshy amounts of hemolymph. The air gets as far as it gets into their bodies, and that’s it. They don’t have the same kind of oxygen-moving machinery. So there’s a limit to how much oxygen can passively penetrate into their interiors. And that EXACT limit is the upper limit for how big arthropods can get on this Earth. You don’t get giant spiders, because the arthropod body plan just doesn’t have the infrastructure to get big in our atmosphere.

Back in the day - the air WAS more oxygen-rich. And that’s probably why we had those iconic ENORMOUS DRAGONFLIES. The air had more oxygen, so it penetrated more deeply into their dark inner depths. So you got REALLY BIG BUGS back in the day. And someday, we may again!

But vertebrates are kind of “eh” about oxygen levels. They don’t really restrict our growth. In periods of safety and comfort and abundant food, vertebrates get big. There are various reasons for this. If you are very large, you can defend yourself from anything, access different food, stay warm in cold climates, and adapt to different environments. You can get into an arms race with your predators, where you’re both trying to be bigger or meaner.

Big vertebrates eat a fuckload, though. and they are DELICATE AF. You need a huge, thriving, delicately balanced ecosystem to develop really big terrestrial vertebrates. Big carnivores - like direwolves and sabretoothed cats - need massive amounts of meat. They need to be at the tops of HUGE food chains, in which there are thousands of even more enormous meaty beasts for them to eat. The enormous meaty beasts need massive amounts of vegetation to eat. Biomass is expensive.

And the maintenance on those things is ridiculous! The minute there’s a disaster, like a mass extinction or an Ice Age or an unexpected level of human, charismatic megafauna can’t make it, and they all drop dead. They are magnificent, but not nimble. They’re really dependent on always having the same habitat that they evolved in so they can get the food they need. They don’t really colonize new habitats. Usually, it’s the fierce little adaptable things that survive the big extinctions - little lizards, and birds, and rats, and little monkey things. Fierce little things breed really fast and get EVERYWHERE. A rat can thrive in a thousand different environments, but giraffes can only really exist on the African savannah. Giraffes could be erased from the planet without much effort, but rats will probably go with us into outer space. Or LEAD us into space.

The Native Americans watched while white invaders slaughtered the magnificent bison, an enormous primal beast that numbered in the millions, a beast that had survived the Ice Age without even blinking. A few years of butchery - not even a blip of geological time - and boom, gone, now the American bison is nearly extinct and will never again carpet the prairie. It went from possibly 60 million individuals to about a thousand in a few years of white people. Try playing extinction with something small. Try picturing that happening with rabbits.

Although I have FEELINGS about the causes of quaternary extinction event (which killed off many of the enormous prehistoric mammals, leaving the current ones we have today) it is certainly true that humans tend to repress the development of enormous mammals. In our lifetime, we might be the death of rhinos and elephants.

So in conclusion: higher oxygen levels in the past were possibly responsible for the development of giant arthropods. In the case of prehistoric animals, it’s more that animals tend to get big when times are good, and small when times are bad. The Ice Age was a bad time, and lots of iconic big things went extinct.

However, we do currently share the planet with the BIGGEST ANIMAL EVER TO BE - the blue whale.

#itsallblogtome #long post #charismatic megafauna #prehistoric beasts #megaloceros

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pomegranctes · 7 years

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all REDS for odessa, schrader & all ORANGES for delaney & atlas

odessa

crimson - what was an event that’s shaped you to be who you are today?

❛ i guess high school ? i mean, let’s just say i went through a rebel phase that lasted too long and now here i am. BOOM ! butterfly effect. ❜

light pink - do you have stuffed animals?

❛ well, i have one. no more, no less. charlie won it for me at this carnival that was passing through & i’ve kept it ever since. god, that’s SO cheesy. ❜

blush - are you single?

❛ hm… i suppose so ! ❜

amaranth - what’s your favourite emotion?

❛ happiness── who doesn’t LOVE being happy ? surrounded & encompassed by nothing but pure joy ? sign me up. ❜

cherry blossom - how are you feeling right now?

❛ honestly i’m just hungry. ❜

hollywood cerise - what are your ambitions?

❛ um i guess i’d like to have my own art gallery ? being able to see my own work & not just some RIP OFF hoaxes up on a wall. corny, i know. ❜

razzmatazz - favourite tv show?

❛ fear the walking dead, definitely. name a more ICONIC womans than luciana. ❜

rose - where do you feel most comfortable?

❛ at a friends place buried deep under like, seven blankets with some glass animals playing. truly IDEAL. ❜

french rose - what is your favourite flavour?

❛ is it weird to say i like cinnamon ? and not just like cinnamon BUNS, i mean cinnamon flavoured gum. everyone says i’m fricken’ weird for it but ! live fast die YOUNG, am i right ? ❜

cameo pink - favourite movie?

❛ without a doubt palo alto. WEIRD how that one dude looks like the tweevils, huh ? ❜

schrader

crimson - what was an event that’s shaped you to be who you are today?

❛ one time me & some buds were part of this team building OBSTACLE course── we called ourselves rainbow warriors ‘cause of our rainbow t-shirts. so then matthew, ha ! he like, well we had to reach for this one BALL on this chain & oh yeah ! there was this chain with a ball at the end & whatever team got it first won. a ball on a chain man, who DOES that ? it’s like they’re just asking to be laughed at, ha ! what was the question again ? ❜

light pink - do you have stuffed animals?

❛ hell yeah, who doesn’t ? man, i used to have SO many but when i transferred here i left a bunch back at home. sucks. ❜

blush - are you single?

❛ yep ! ❜

amaranth - what’s your favourite emotion?

❛ i love being hungry ‘cause then i know it immediately follows with a HUGE meal. love me some huge meals. ❜

cherry blossom - how are you feeling right now?

❛ not hungry so does it even matter ? ❜

hollywood cerise - what are your ambitions?

❛ uhhh… ❜

razzmatazz - favourite tv show?

❛ game of thrones. literally everything about that show is perfect. ❜

rose - where do you feel most comfortable?

❛ back home, at the beach & no meme, but cracking open a COLD one with the boys. ❜

french rose - what is your favourite flavour?

❛ cheese and crackers, 100%. if there was a way to invent cheese and crackers candy just know i would be stocked up for LIFE. ❜

cameo pink - favourite movie?

❛ oh shit, ever heard of this movie called 13 going on 30 ? cinematic masterpiece. ❜

delaney

buff orange - would you consider yourself athletic?

❛ depends on whose definition of athletic we’re going by, i SUPPOSE. i definitely eat healthy and try to make a habit of going to the gym but athletic ? hm. maybe. ❜

burnt sienna - favourite smell?

❛ i love the smell of the OCEAN. ever had a bowl of raspberries on a boat ? it’s the ultimate flavour-scent combo. ❜

melon - do you like to dance?

❛ of course ! fair warning though, do NOT dance in the shower. that’s a whole lot of risky business. take it from me & my hospital stay, dancing in the shower will lead to injury. ❜

carrot - do you bake?

❛ i absolutely love baking. i’m sure everybody gets annoyed with my constant banana loafs & carrot cakes i bring over but hey, you can NEVER have enough. ❜

copper - what is your favourite kind of day?

❛ mild weather but the sun still shining, you know ? i hate when it’s so HOT you sweat through your clothes but rain is just so dark and gloomy. somewhere in the middle though is PERFECT. ❜

orangeade - when do you feel alive?

❛ other than every day of the week ? hm, i guess i LOVE going to art museums. i just feel so at home there. ❜

gamboge - where do you want to travel?

❛ i’d love to visit croatia again. i remember going there as a kid once & it was so BEAUTIFUL but i had the flu the entire trip. rip to that experience ! ❜

peach - favourite texture/s?

❛ is it weird to say i like wrinkles ? i know that it’s seen as UNKEMPT but i love it. it makes clothes look lived in, you know ? ❜

vermillion - how brave are you?

❛ depends… i’m BRAVE enough to sky dive & ride a roller coaster but don’t ask me to kill a spider or explore any abandoned cemeteries. ❜

bittersweet shimmer - what is your favourite memory?

❛ definitely NOT the croatia trip ! ❜

atlas

buff orange - would you consider yourself athletic?

❛ me ? athletic ? god, no. the amount of corona i drink in a DAY should be illegal. ❜

burnt sienna - favourite smell?

❛ dev uses this one shampoo & legit every time i see her i smell it on her and it makes me CRAZY. it just smells so good── i’ve been meaning to ask her what the hell it is. ❜

melon - do you like to dance?

❛ when i’m alone i could go HARD as hell. ha ! even tried to head spin once ! needless to say that didn’t work out so well. out in public though uh i’m just that weird dude in the CORNER sipping my drink. ❜

carrot - do you bake?

❛ what kind── smoke, makeup, or food ? ALWAYS to the first, once with the second, & god never with the third. ❜

copper - what is your favourite kind of day?

❛ rain & shit. you know when you’ve gotta stay inside all day and do nothing. ❜

orangeade - when do you feel alive?

❛ never. ❜

gamboge - where do you want to travel?

❛ i guess it’d be cool to visit like, thailand or something. my COUSIN went once & he saw a monkey island. what the fuck ? i wanna’ see a monkey island ? ❜

peach - favourite texture/s?

❛ velvet is my shit, it just screams EXPENSIVE. love to feel it someday. ❜

vermillion - how brave are you?

❛ honestly not brave at all. ❜

bittersweet shimmer - what is your favourite memory?

❛ once i saw this flash mob in the mall & that was pretty kick ass. ❜

#inhales serenley exhales in a scream #this got 2 long so ! thank u read more x #this deadass. took me. all day.#liabilitics #* riposte : odessa genevieve arnaz.#* riposte : hudson kirk schrader.#* RIPOSTE : delaney jun zhang.#╰ ｡ ♤ · ˚ . — ᴀᴛʟᴀs ꜰᴏɴᴛᴀɴᴀ › riposte.

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Basking in Firelight-Jamilton Sequel-Part Seven

Masterpost

Part One

Part Seven: Broke

Seven parts in one day, aren’t you all proud of me?

Y'all gonna love me for this next part.

No you’re not, you’re gonna hate me.

HAVE FUN

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Warnings below-I’m telling ya, if you need these, make sure you read them because I can be unpredictable when it comes to dark chapters.

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“You know, when I came to Virginia and decided I might have to get a roommate, this is not what I had in mind,” Hamilton stated. After a moment he added, “At least the rent’s free.”

“And free food too,” Jefferson said, grimacing at the disgusting pile of mush on his plate before shoveling it into his mouth.

“No electric bill. Or water.”

“No mobs that try to kill you when you walk out the door.”

“Just an occasional dick of a soldier.”

“And all you have to do for admission is get shot.”

“And lead a rebel army.”

“Not half bad, I’d say.”

“Not bad at all.”

They both laughed.

Neither of them knew how long they’d been imprisoned. Neither of them knew what was happening in the outside world. If the revolution was still alive or if it was crushed. The war was over, why did this happen?

Because it wasn’t over. It was never over. Nothing is ever over so easily. The rebels won a huge victory and everyone assumed it was the end of it all. The Government had other plans apparently, which evidently included kidnapping two of the heads of the rebel cause. Two of the greatest icons. It would have been a devastating blow to the cause. How many were still fighting? How many had given up? Hamilton wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

He was restless, he didn’t understand how Jefferson could sit still for so long, how having nothing to do didn’t drive him crazy. He just sat there and hummed. Hummed, always with the humming.

At least it wasn’t silent. Humming was better than silence.

Hamilton paced, hands clasped behind his back. Jefferson sat in the corner, back straight, eyes closed. Hamilton stopped in front of him. “What are you doing,” he asked Jefferson.

“Thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Lots of things.”

“What kind of things.”

“How to build a new nation.”

“No, don’t think about that,” Hamilton said.

“Why not?” Jefferson asked, cracking an eye open.

“Because you suck at it, T. J.”

“And you’re even worse, Publius.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Alas, you’re stuck with me. Roommates, remember?”

“Asshole.”

“Bastard.”

The door swung open, “You,” the man said, pointing at Jefferson, “we’re going for a walk.”

“How about you go for a walk and leave me the fuck alone? I’m not a fan of your company.”

Hamilton snorted. The man strode into the room grabbed Jefferson by the hair and jerked his face into the floor. Jefferson rose to his feet, smiled a bloody smile, and said, “Is that all you’ve got?”

“Shit, Jefferson,” Hamilton swore, jumping to his feet.

Jefferson nodded toward the doorway, “Let’s go.” Hamilton nodded and they raced out the doorway, Hamilton stopping to steal the piston from the man’s belt. Jefferson must’ve really hit him hard, the guy was out cold. They ran down the hallway, taking turnings sharply, praying they didn’t run into anyone else. Hamilton checked to see how much ammo he had. Eight rounds. Not enough.

Hamilton had great aim, so they could take out at least eight, and if they took the weapons from them too, they might just have a chance.

The rounded another corner only to come skidding to a halt. Jefferson and Hamilton stood face to face with a group of at least twenty soldiers. Well, shit. Hamilton’s gun was already aimed squarely at his favorite person.

“Well, well, well,” Hamilton sneered, “if it isn’t none other than Jimmy Matthews. How are you doing to today? I ran all this way just to find out.”

Matthews smiled sourly, “Just fine. I’ll be better after I smear your brains all over the walls.”

“So violent. What would your mother think?” Jefferson asked.

“At least I have one,” Matthews sneered. Hamilton and Jefferson growled. “Now come quietly, you’re outnumbered, there’s no way you can make it out alive if you fight.” Hamilton glanced at Jefferson who nodded in return. Hamilton slowly lowered his pistol. “Good,” Matthews purred.

Hamilton and Jefferson bolted back the way they came and took a different route. “Find them!” Matthews screamed.

“Split up,” Jefferson said, turning down a different hallway. Hamilton kept running. He and Jefferson could make it out. They could. They had to. So Hamilton ran.

Right into the butt of a gun.

He slammed into the ground, his world swimming, the gun smashed into his face again.

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He woke and was dragged from the room into another room with a massive window. One way glass. The room on the other side was empty, but the room he was in wasn’t. Matthews stood there with several other guards. “Talk,” he commanded.

Hamilton spat on the floor.

“I’m going to say this again, talk.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Bring him in,” Matthews said.

“Talk,” Matthews said again.

“Fuck you,” Hamilton growled.

On the other side of the glass, Jefferson’s captor aimed a gun at Jefferson’s head.

“Talk,” Matthews said again.

Hamilton grit his teeth, refusing to remove his gaze from Jefferson. Jefferson looked right at Hamilton as if he could see through the one-way glass.

“I said fuck you,” Hamilton ground out.

Jefferson’s captor pulled the trigger and Jefferson sank to the floor.

Hamilton snapped.

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Jefferson watched as Hamilton’s body collapsed to the ground on the other side of the one-way glass.

They shot him. They just straight up shot Alexander Hamilton. Jefferson stared at Hamilton’s body.

Slowly, he turned to the man that had been telling him to talk. His hands balled into fists, he had no words, only a burning vengeance.

Jefferson broke.

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Warnings: Death, blood, threats, cussing, mental torture,

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