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The Disaster Date

Summary: Utahime goes on a blind date with Naoya

Iori Utahime hails from a minor clan specializing in enhancement magic. She is a twenty-three-year-old semi-grade-one sorcerer. Her single status negates any importance of achieving a high sorcerer rank at her relatively young age that could have reflected on her.

In the eyes of her clan, she was an aging maid who needed to settle down to build a strong alliance and continue the bloodline before she hit her thirties. They arranged a blind date with a man from another clan to fix this issue.

Blind dates to arrange a marriage were seeing a rise to combat the declining birth rate. Sorcerers nowadays die too young to start a family. The elders complained this was because they lacked the skill and wisdom their generation possessed.

Utahime thought otherwise, but she held her tongue out of respect.

For her blind date, Utahime is wearing a long-sleeved black dress with matching kitten heels loaned to her by Mei Mei to help her fit in with the usual clientele of the restaurant.

Her friend remarked that her closet was pitifully old-fashioned and conservative in style. Nothing about her clothes screamed rich and sexy.

Utahime was hurt by what Mei Mei said, but she knew she had a point. She was raised in a traditional household and had no use for clothes beyond wearing them for work, going out to watch baseball games and shopping.

Her usual outfits hid her figure, but the black dress emphasized it by hugging her body tightly, especially around the chest, and bared her shoulders. The hem stopped short below the knee, showing off her legs for everyone to see. She had her hair braided into a bun and used a salon discount voucher for makeup to cover the blemishes on her face.

This was all done to make her look appealing and classy for her date, but Utahime felt more like a courtesan in a brothel waiting for a client to pick her up.

Thirty minutes had passed since she arrived at the restaurant, and there was still no sign of her date. Utahime looked around the room, seeing people enjoying their meals with their dates. She was the only person without a meal or partner.

Grrrrr

“Eep!”

Utahime blushed, feeling incredibly embarrassed. She nervously glanced around the room, hoping no one saw the unladylike way her stomach grumbled.

Maybe I should order a glass of wine to calm down my stomach

No, Utahime! What kind of lady drinks wine on an empty stomach before her date comes along!?

Utahime internally groaned. She has worked hard to be a law-abiding and dutiful sorcerer. She should not throw away the respect she earned to indulge in a sip of wine, even if she so badly wanted one right now, because that would be unbecoming of her.

She took out her phone from her bag and began scrolling through her contacts. There should be someone she could talk with to pass the time.

Mei Mei? She doesn’t talk long unless the topic of the conversation is money.

Gakuganji? Too old and only necessary to call for work-related matters.

Kusakabe? It would be inconsiderate to call him now when he is busy caring for his sister.

Yuki? The woman was odd and often abroad to bother answering her calls.

Gojo? NEVER.

Utahime frowned. The high mortality rate in Jujutsu society left her with few people she could converse with on a relatively equal footing. She didn’t have friends from the normal side, but Shoko did.

Shoko

Her finger hovered over the name. Utahime wanted to hear Shoko’s voice on the other line, but things have been awkward lately. A mix of differing priorities and frustration boiled over into an argument in her apartment last week that significantly cooled their relationship. A phone call out of the blue would make it worse.

Utahime bit her lip. If she taps the name, she will hear Shoko’s voice. But if she also taps the name, Shoko might question her and hang up if she doesn’t hear a satisfying explanation for possibly calling her in the middle of work.

She wouldn’t do that though Utahime thought Would she?

Shoko was dedicated to helping people with her reverse curse technique by becoming a doctor and had the patience of a saint to get along with someone like Gojo. She was also an unrepentant chain smoker who cheated in her college exams to get a medical license fast and was friends with Gojo.

Those were not the actions of a sane person.

“I see you kept yourself waiting for me. How cute.” A voice cut in.

Utahime looked up to the source of the voice and widened her eyes in shock. Zenin Naoya was hovering over her. She hurriedly put her phone back in her bag and was ready to stand up to greet him when he raised his hand.

“No need.” He said.

He moved to take his seat and waved to a passing waiter to give him a menu. He is wearing a two-piece black suit that doesn’t match his dyed yellow hair and ear piercings.

Utahime schooled her face into a neutral expression to hide the fact she was frowning and panicking on the inside.

Zenin Naoya was her date. Zenin Naoya was her date. ZENIN NAOYA WAS HER FUCKING BLIND DATE!

She wanted so badly to cuss out her elders right now. They knew of the gossip surrounding him and still picked him as her potential suitor.

Has their ambition of climbing the social ladder robbed them of their common sense!?

Calm down Utahime. Maybe those rumors were exaggerated. Perhaps he has slightly changed.

Utahime grimaced at the last thought, even though she didn’t believe it. The last time she saw Naoya, he was terrorizing his classmates for being weak compared to him and insulting his superior officers to their faces.

She sucked in a breath. Utahime didn’t like Naoya, but he was the Zenin heir. If anything goes wrong with the date, the consequences will be felt by her and the Iori clan severely more than him. For now, she needs to swallow her pride and stay for the sake of her clan.

“I will have the Wagyu steak set with a glass of cabernet sauvignon. Scratch that, I want the most expensive bottle of wine you have. You have that, don’t you?”

“Of course, Sir.”

“As for my date, she will have a crouton salad and-“

“Hold on, don’t I get a say in this?” Utahime interrupted, aghast that Naoya had the gall to order their food without asking her first or even giving her the menu.

He raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. “You wouldn’t have picked anything good to eat. I was doing us all a favor.” He said.

Red hot anger burst inside Utahime. She snatched the menu from Naoya, scanned the page, and turned to the waiter.

“Forget what he told you about the crouton salad. I will be having the glazed miso salmon with the ginger rice and roasted vegetables.” She said.

“A wonderful order, Ma’am.” The waiter nodded his head and scribbled down her order on his pad. He looked calm as if this was not the first time he witnessed this sort of argument. “And will there be any room for dessert?”

“No.” Utahime and Naoya answered in unison.

The waiter leaves to submit their orders to the kitchen. Another waiter puts a basket of complimentary bread on their table. Naoya grabbed one took a large bite, and then tossed the half-eaten bread back into the basket.

Utahime kept herself from gagging at his action, settling to mutter an insult under her breath.

“That was rather inconsiderate of you, don’t you think, Utahime,” Naoya said, raising an eyebrow. Utahime panicked. Did he hear what she said?

“You were always buzzing everyone’s ears off to pay you respect back in school because you were the senior. But, the moment I tried to honor your request, you threw them right in my face.”

“Well, I wasn’t the one who kept their date waiting in this restaurant for thirty minutes and tried ordering food for them without asking first,” Utahime retorts. Tardy, inconsiderate, rude, and lacking table manners. He made her blood boil just like Gojo.

Naoya tsked and rolled his eyes. “I had better things to do before coming here. Be grateful I even deign to accept the Iori clan’s offer.”

The nerve of this punk. Utahime dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from making a scene. This date will last an hour, enough to create a long-lasting impression to decide if an arranged marriage will be in the works. For the sake of her clan, she will endure the one hour and stay composed and calm throughout this date.

Their meals are served to them on large white plates with silver cutlery. The wine bottle Naoya ordered came in a bucket of ice cubes.

He takes a bite of his wagyu steak, chewing loudly. Utahime scrunched her nose but kept quiet. The Zenin played fast and loose with their vegetarian lifestyle. She took a bite of her miso salmon and ginger rice. The sweet and savory fish melted in her mouth and complemented the ginger rice.

Utahime smiled. Her dish was one of the least pricey ones on the menu and one of the simplest to make, but it tasted great, befitting the 2 Michelin star rating of the restaurant. She wouldn’t mind coming here again for special occasions.

She and Naoya continued to eat their food silently until he opened his mouth to say something that made her want to throw her fork at him.

“I hear you are planning to start teaching at Kyoto. You are too weak to teach the next generation of sorcerers. Give up now.” He says in a nonchalant tone. Utahime kept her cool, but she gripped the spoon she was holding tightly. He was trying to rile her up.

“You aren’t the type anyways to fight on the frontline. I mean, dancing to amplify another person’s cursed technique?” Naoya continued, “There is not much to learn from that. You are better off staying in the kitchen, Utahime.”

“I achieved my semi-grade one rank at a young age. I did so with nothing but my intelligence and curse technique to help me solve numerous curse cases and aid my fellow sorcerers every day. I have understood and analyzed several of my colleague's techniques when they use them in the field. I am more than qualified to teach the next generation sorcerers.” Utahime bit back. The nerve of this man to insult her when he coasted by to the top of the ranking system thanks to his family name.

Naoya snorted and rolled his eyes. “Young? Don’t kid yourself. You’re an old maid now, ya know, there aren’t a lot of suitors lining up to court you, especially not with that large and disgusting scar on your face.”

Utahime’s hand flew to her cheek. The anger coursing in her veins evaporated, replaced by stinging embarrassment from Naoya’s words. She gained this scar from a mission she barely came out of alive. Her family was disappointed in her for surviving at the cost of scarring her face. Mei Mei remarked the value of her face went down. Gojo teased her for being weak again. Only Shoko had kind words to say about it.

The scar looks cool on you, Utahime. It is hard nowadays to see a friend come home alive and in one piece. I’m glad you are not part of that group.

A warm feeling called happiness washed over Utahime upon recalling Shoko’s words. There was just something about Shoko that made Utahime giddy and warm inside. It gave her the strength to say the next words.

“Let me repeat what I said. I am a semi-grade sorcerer. I fought through many battles against monsters that terrorized and killed so many and lived to tell the tale. This scar is proof of my victories. There is nothing wrong with my face for having this scar. The problem instead must be your eyes.”

Naoya narrowed his eyes. “I don’t appreciate backtalk. If you want to marry me, then you will cease this nonsense and give up that stupid planned teaching career to become a housewife. A woman is worthless if she doesn’t follow her husband.” His gaze landed on her chest. His leer made Utahime’s skin crawl. He had no shame at all.

“You don’t pass many of my requirements for a wife, but your breasts are a saving grace, and your cursed technique can enhance the abilities of my future offspring. Say you’re sorry and I’ll give you a second chance.”

“No, thank you.”

“What.”

Utahime picked up her bag and rose from her seat. She eyed Naoya coldly and said, “I barely fulfilled any of the requirements you set for your possible wife. If we persist in continuing this, it will only lead to an unhappy and unfulfilling marriage. I apologize, but I must take my leave now to attend to important business matters. Thank you for the meal.” She bowed her head and turned on her heels when Naoya slammed his hands on the table, calling everyone’s attention in the room to them.

“What did you just say!?” He shouted, his face purple in disbelieving rage.

“I said I have business matters I must urgently attend to. You’ve lived up to your reputation, Naoya, I pity the next woman to be your date. Goodbye.”

“You can’t leave me! I paid for this date, you ungrateful hag. Who is gonna accept you now after all this, huh? No one. You will waste away in a miserable lonely existence if you don’t come back here.”

For a moment, Utahime wavered, but she steeled her resolve.

“There are more important things for a woman such as myself to do than finding a man to marry.”

Utahime heard faint whispers amidst Naoya screaming a barrage of insults as she walked out of the restaurant and into the streets.

As she walked down the streets, the realization dawned on her of what she just did. She mentally kicked herself. Her family will scold her to no end for throwing away a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.

ring ring ring

Utahime took out her phone from her bag and widened her eyes at the Caller ID. She tapped the call button, her heart beating fast from the action alone.

“Hey Utahime, how are you?” Shoko asked. “How did the date go?”

“I’m fine. I just got out of the date early. It turned out he was Zenin Naoya, can you believe it?” Utahime replied, making sure her voice sounded casual so as to not alarm Shoko.

“Oof, him? I’m sorry to hear that. Must have been torture spending time with that trash. You’re way too cool for him.”

“Heh, thanks. It was terrible but I got out of there alive.” Utahime giggled. Talking to Shoko was just what she needed. “How about you? How is it going over there?”

Utahime can hear Shoko shrug her shoulders on the other end. “Same old routine.” She answered.

Utahime frowned. Countless nights in the morgue and clinic have made dark bags under Shoko’s eyes a common feature. She started smoking three packs a day, worrying Utahime to no end, despite the former’s reassurance that her reverse cursed technique negates the effects.

“Listen, Shoko, I know this is forward of me to ask after what happened between us, but do you wanna come over to my place and have dinner together?”

There was a pause. Utahime became nervous again. What if her forthrightness weirded Shoko out? She just wanted Shoko to be safe and happy, but she just had to ruin it again.

“Sure.”

Utahime blinked. “Really?”

“I’ll bring the drinks. Buy a pack of Asahi just for you. It is your favorite, right?”

“Yeah, they are my favorite,” Utahime said, her face turning pink and warm. It was amazing how easily she and Shoko fell back in together, but she still felt she needed to apologize. She did Shoko wrong, but she had the grace to be kind and reach out to her.

“Shoko, you were right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you and cut off contact for a week.” Utahime says.

“It is fine, Utahime. We were all at the end of our ropes then. I’m just glad I got to hear your voice again.”

“I miss hearing your voice too,” Utahime replied. She meant every word of it.

“I’ll see you by 7:00.”

“Great! Just don’t bring a packet of cigarettes, they are bad for your health.”

“Can’t promise that.” Shoko laughed. Utahime smiled, her heart fluttering at hearing her laugh. They continued to talk for a while until Shoko had to attend to work.

Their phone call lifted Utahime’s spirits. The memory of her terrible date and worry over her family was put in the back of her mind. She hummed happily as she walked on the way home, an energetic bounce to her steps.

She couldn’t wait to have dinner again with Shoko.

#jujutsu kaisen #iori utahime #zenin naoya #sprinkles of shokohime there #toying blocks au #.txt

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swimyghost · 6 years

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The Haiamo Chapter

WARNING: THIS IS NOT MY UNIVERSE. Kiyrus Terino and this Homestuck Universe was based on @cay-reborn Homestuck fan-comic ‘288′ which can be found here:https://mspfa.com/?s=23527&p=1

Haiamo, her lusus, castle, and stuff was created by me. Please read “288″ for more details. Again, I THIS IS NOT MY UNIVERSE. Please enjoy!

(Background: Bored in class so I wrote this. Details a bit of Haiamo’s character and what she did before she is introduced in “288″. Please don’t kill me Cay ;( )

Haiamo’s typing style: E is 3, 4 is A, H is )(, and uses lots of slang and swears

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Deep breath, release, smoke floats to the top. Deep breath, release, smoke floats to the top. A young troll girl, around six Alternian solar sweeps old, sat in her dark castle dungeon/respiteblock, smoking a basic troll blunt. As she smoked, the black haired girl looked at her fuschia and black computer screen. The light bounced off the troll girl’s goggles and hit the black curtains behind her computer.

Smoke and release. Smoke and release. It is a basic blunt, nothing special. The troll isn’t looking for something special, just something to make her relax. Now, the girl is normally a pretty chill bro. Relaxing and laughing and looking up some dank ass memes. But today is different! Today… Is when her guardian, her lusus, returns from their trip.

The girl’s neck fins lowered out both fear and annoyance. She loved her lusus, there was no doubt. However, Sharkmama could be very annoying. Trying to get to get her outside, trying to make her more “presentable”, trying to even get her away… away from her computer.

“ <3 )(ELL to d4 n4w </3!” The troll screamed, slamming her blunt on her expensive mahogany table. The blunt sizzled and burned out.

“<3 4w d4mn <3.” The girl mumbled to yourself.

She crossed the blunt and its dusty carcass on the ground. The troll… Wait… Does this troll even have a name? If we just keep calling her ‘the troll’ it would be boring and mysterious. And Haiamo is not mysterious!

The troll’s name is Haiamo Sorcere and she is the heiress to the Alternia throne and a fuschia blood. But Haiamo could care less. She is a very… Weird… Troll. She enjoys watching terrible harem anime and loves to smoke and do Alternian drugs. But her biggest passion is the mystic arts and memes, which totally go hand-and-hand. Memes, in Haiamo’s eyes, is the funniest shit ever and can make even the most humorless trolls laugh. And the magic and mystical arts? Well, after finding her weapon, she can hear the call of magic. Secretly, Haiamo looks up spells and enchantments so she can use them. However, they barely work… Like ever.

What shall this young troll do?

Well, she was trying to push all her garbage under her bed. Faygo bottles, used blunts, smelly clothes, and her baggies of drugs. Haiamo could let her lusus see this or else Sharkmama will go into rage mood.

“<3 4lright, )(ow much tim3 do I h4v3 l3ft b3for3 Sh4rkm4m4 g3ts h3r3?”

Haiamo speed-weeded over to her giant computer. The computer was a gift from the Empress of Alternia herself. Haiamo doesn’t know how to feel about the Empress. Don’t get her wrong, Haiamo loves everyone. But the Empress sends her presents a random. Sometimes it’s fancy dresses and other times its expensive tech equipment. Haiamo usually gives it to Troll!Goodwill because dresses are itchy and make her look fat and she didn’t care for technology. It's all about magic, baby.

She looked at the time. Three minutes until her lusus arrived.

“<3 4w )(3ll <3.” Haiamo groaned, baring her fanged teeth.

The young troll decided to, for once, clean up her lovely (disgusting) room. The room is very large and very important because she is a very large and important person herself. Her dirty, sweaty, and Alternian weed smelling clothes litter the ground and has seemingly created a second carpet, this time fuschia instead of black. The walls are fuschia with thick lines running from the top and bottom. Faygo stains are splashed against those walls and smell just as lovely (disgusting) as you’d imagine. Haiamo’s computer and the desk were pushed into the far left side of the room, far away from the exit, which is on the far right. Her bed is also covered in Alternian drugs, sweaters, pants, and Faygo bottles. The bed itself is in a fuschia heart shape and has a black frame with a silk-like canopy above it.

Haiamo looked back at the wall her desk is pushed up against. A giant black curtain covers the entire top part of the wall and can only be opened back either one of the golden ropes that dangle on each side of the curtain. Haiamo nervously watched the curtains, watching for any sign of movement.

“<3 Nothing y3t. )(3… Th4ts 4… R3r33f… )(4)(4)(4! G3T IT? R3r33F? R3LI3F? <3”

Clutching her knees, the young heiress gasped for breath for more then usual.

Suddenly, something massive against her wall, making the thick curtains shake. Haiamo leaped back and went to grab her toke bag that, conveniently, laid on the ebony bedside table sat stood near her bed (obviously).

The slammings continued until Haiamo raced over to her desk and pulled the golden rope nearby. The curtains pulled back to reveal a ginormous shark. The shark had to be the biggest in the ocean. It was white with a light gray underbelly. It bared it’s sharp fangs and opened it’s mouth, revealing twelve rows of them. Half of its right fin was missing completely and scars lined the remaining parts of it. The eyes of the shark were white with a faded pink color around the edges. Dark fuschia veins surrounded the area around the eyes.

Fun fact, this shark was Haiamo’s great and powerful lusus.

“<3 4y333333! S)(4rkm4m4! W4s poppin’ <3!” Haiamo waved at her lusus and smiled.

“SCREEEE!”

“<3 W4? W)(4chu t4lkin ‘bout?”

“RAAAAAAAAAA!”

“<3 Go outsi3? )(3LL N4W </3!”

“RRRRRAAAA!”

“<3 M4m444444 </3.” Haiamo whined.

“RAWR!”

“<3 Ugh… Fin3! </3”

Haiamo picked up her FETCH MODUS, her toke bag. The bag was a terrible modus, but it kept all her drugs and memes so she was happy. At the top of her modus was her favorite necklace ever. A necklace of Troll!Pepe The Frog. His gray frog skin and his horns.. So beautiful. And his smug grin made Haiamo smile with glee. She slipped the necklace around her neck and watched its gold chain sparkle in the meme-light.

The troll girl opened the silver shark-lusus sized door and walked down the fuschia and black hallway. Lights shared space with the poster of her favorite anime, Rosario + Vampire and School Days. Haiamo glanced lovingly at the School Days poster. Haiamo has been loved School Days since her moirail gave her a copy of it for her Wriggling Day. She never understood why so many people hated Makoto Itou. He just wanted to get the bitches.

As she continued down the hallway, Haiamo tried to ignore the piles of gold, silver, bronze, and jewels. It was a thing of her past she tried to forget. Haiamo entered the entrance to her castle to see Sharkmama swimming in circles.

The entrance was huge. The floors were made from pink quartz and a large quartz and pink diamond staircase. Piles of gold and jewels touched the heavily detailed ceiling depicting lowblood rebellions and highblood rule. A massive diamond chandelier dangling from the ceiling, glimmering and shining like a beacon. The door to the castle was ebony and curved with ancient quotes from elder highbloods. The floor was white quartz and had black and fuchsia swirl-patterns. Sharkmama glanced up at Haiamo and let out a low growl. At full speed, Sharkmama swam up to Haiamo and roared in her face. The power of the roar made Haiamo slide back. Her hair tie that kept her long and knotted hair in a ponytail snapped and unleashed its wildness. Haiamo’s baggy fuschia sweater with her black ‘Pilo’ sign waved wildly back and forth. Her sweatpants nearly ripped from the force.

Sharkmama stopped and grumbled in pain, looking at her fin stub gingerly. Haiamo casually fixed her rainbow lensed goggles.

“<3 U don3? ‘C4us3 I w4nn4 go b4ck to my crib, ight? <3.” Haiamo said, running her fingers through her hair. After she was done, Haiamo pulled out a waterproof lighter and waterproof blunt and started smoking.

“GRAAAAAA!”

“<3 Iz just 4 blunt, no n33d to scr33 4t m3)(, ight <3.” Haiamo hissed.

“Grrrrr…”

“<3 M4444, it 4in’t gonn4 kill m3h.”

Sharkmama swam over and hit the blunt out of Haiamo’s hands and growled in her face. Haiamo growled back, baring her sharp teeth. The blunt slowly fizzled out and died on the ground. Haiamo slammed her foot on it and twisted her foot a few times. “<3 4lright, I’ll stop, f4 now. Just t3ll m3 w4 I gott4 do ‘for3 I st4rt r3kting yo <3.”

Sharkmama let out a tiny rawr, which Haiamo translated as Feed me now or I’ll eat you.

“<3 M4, get yo juss f33d yo-self <3?” Haiamo whined, dug her hands into her hair.

Sharkmama ran her good fin through Haiamo’s hair, letting out a small grunt. Haiamo sighed and let out a small smile.

“<3 Ight, I’ll go out 4n’ g3t you som3fin’... Juss, w4it h3r3, ight <3?” Haiamo mumbled.

Sharkmama let out a soft roar and pulled Haiamo back as she tried to go outside. With her good fin, Sharkmama started to brush Haiamo’s hair. While this pleased the lusus, the troll, however, was not.

“<3 M4...<3”

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“<3 M4…<3”

…

“<3 M4 <3!”

“RAAAA!”

Haiamo, with hair now all straight and neat, raced away from her lusus and opened the ebony door and closed it just as a wave of water slammed into her.

Not like it bothered the seadweller. Instead, she pushed off the door and swam away from the dark fuschia and black castle. Her hair waved wildly in the dark ocean, moving like a flag caught in a wild breeze. Haiamo clutched her toke bag tightly, making sure the contents of the bag don’t fall out as she swam through the water at breakneck speeds. Her fins flattened against the sides of her neck as she slowly raised the speed. She screeched to a halt as Haiamo sniffed the salty water.

“<3 Nop3 Nop3 Nop3, t)(3r3 is no lusii 4nywh3r3 </3!” Haiamo growled at nothing.

Haiamo sped up to the surface and gasped when the salty air slapped her. She, using her arms, swam closer to the shore so she wouldn’t be knocked around by waves. The Alternian sun was barely visible now. Only a sliver of the powerful sun was left as the night slowly consumed the sky. The little light touched the sandy shore that sat near the rolling hills and endless fields. In Haiamo’s peripheral vision, she watched a young troll walked casually on the shore with bronze colored headphones. He had a half shaved head with curly black hair covering his right eye. He wore a brown long coat over his gray pants and a black shirt with the Taurun sign in the center.

“<3 W)(o4! 4 BROWNBLOOD?! N3v3r s33n on3 of t)(os3 ‘roun ‘3r3 ‘for3… H3y! Yo! Y34)(, yo!”

The brown-blooded troll at first didn’t hear the fuschia-blooded troll, but he looked over when she slowly raised her voice. At first, he didn’t see Haiamo swimming towards him, but once he did, a look of complete fear spread across his face. He ripped the headphones off his ears and dropped them around his skinny neck.

“Y-Yes, Ma-Ma'am?” The young troll stuttered.

Haiamo ignored the fear-stricken trolls… Well, fear… And asked, “<3 Yo, bro! ‘4v3 you s33n 4ny lusii ‘round ‘3r3? I’m tryin’ to find m3 lusus 4 m34l so th3y’ll stop both3rin’ m3)(.”

The young troll wildly shook his head, “N-N-No Ma’am, sorry M-Ma’am.”

Haiamo made a pouty face, which caused the brown-blood to leap back in fear. Haiamo sighed and fixed her rainbow lensed goggles.

“<3 O)(! 4y3, w4it! I ‘4v3 som3t)(ing for y4!”

The heiress lifted her toke bag and unclipped the gray Alternia weed sign that held the bag closed. She pulled out a baggie of Alternia marijuana and looked at it fondly, “<3 3v3n t)(o you didn’t ‘3lp m3)( find 4 lusus, I still t)(ink you’d lik3 t)(is. It’s on3 of my f4v-”

Haiamo looked up to see the troll racing away, moving his long legs as fast as he could to get away from the heiress. Haiamo, once again, made a pouty face and dropped the bag back into the toke bag. She clipped it and dived back into the water. The warmth of the sun was quickly lost as Haiamo dived deeper and deeper under the waves. As the dark water started to swirl around the seadweller, her night(water)vision turned on and she ignored the ice cold water that clung to her skin. Haiamo continued going deeper, hoping to catch something.

She soon would get her wish when she heard the slight sound of growling and the sound of something fast moving around her. Haiamo stopped moving and stood still. The slight growling was getting closer and closer. Haiamo slowly unclipped her bag and retrieved her weapon. A wand called Wand O’ Wonder.

Wand O’ Wonder was one of the items Haiamo found during her younger sweeps that she was proud of. Haiamo used to love to search the ruined ships and buildings that stood under the sea with Sharkmama. That is where 90 percent of her gold coins and jewels came from. But Wand O’ Wonder was found when Haiamo stumbled into some purple highblood’s private chambers when she was exploring a giant ship. There was a nine-foot tall skeleton wearing ruined black and dark purple robes and holding a white wand with dark brown ancient runes curved on the bottom. She took it and that is what started her secret interest in magic.

Clutching Wand O’ Wonder, Haiamo craned her neck forward and narrowed her eyes. Suddenly, a gray massive started to charge towards her. Haiamo dodged the mass’ attack and quickly turned to face it, bring her fangs.

It was the biggest type of whale lusus in Alternia. It had an entirely gray body with white under its huge fins. Ever spikes grew out of its back and around its fins. It had two rows of sharp teeth and its eyes were a deep violet. It let out a low growl and swam threateningly around Haiamo. Haiamo looked the whale deep into its eyes and adjusted her goggles. The heiress was slightly nervous about this fight. Wand O’ Wonder used the literal power of imagination, which took a lot of energy out of her. If she ran out of energy, she would be certainly be killed.

Haiamo ignored this fought and swiftly started the battle. She raised Wand O’ Wonder and imaged a fuschia laser-like light to burst out of the wand. She felt a sudden surge of warmth has a white blast with a fuschia outline and pointed tip shot out of the wand and shot towards the whale. It hit the whale in the center between its eyes. It roared it pain, but it didn’t cut him open and just made a large bruise. The whale snarled and charged.

Haiamo shot off three more laser-shots. Two of them missing, but one hit the whale’s side. It stunned it long enough for Haiamo to swim away and try to come up with a plan to kill it. Suddenly, a blast of searing pain consumed Haiamo’s right shoulder. The whale got swam up behind her and slashed deep into her shoulder with its left fin. The whale continued swimming before stopping and turning to face its prey.

Fuschia blood surrounded Haiamo like a thick swarm of mist. Haiamo gasped in pain and clutched her shoulder. Breathing heavily, Haiamo weakly raised her right hand and summoned a fuschia shield to protect herself from the whale’s charge. The whale bounced off the shield and shook its head wildly. Haiamo made the shield disappear and swam under the whale, who was still confused and even angrier. Haiamo imaged three dozen fuschia arrows as she stood under the whale. The whale didn’t notice three dozen fuschia outlined appeared and shot through the water and directly into his stomach. The whale snarled in pain and dove down.

Haiamo raised another shield and shot out two more lasers at the whale, both hitting its fins. The whale swam back, closing its violet eyes tightly.

In a sudden boost of adrenaline, Haiamo swam forward, shattering the shield, and shoving the Wand O’ Wonder into the whale’s eye. The creature howled in pain as the troll swam out of its reach. Violet blood poured from its eye. The whale blindly swam around, trying to see. Haiamo laughed as the whale struggled, accidentally catching some of its heavily salty blood in her mouth.

“<3 MOT)(ERFA- <3!” Haiamo cursed, spitting repeatedly.

The whale stopped and faced Haiamo, letting out a long, slow growl.

“<3 Shiiiiiit <3…” Haiamo muttered.

The whale roared and charged again. Haiamo moved slightly to the side and grabbed hold of the wand, trying to pull it out. Instead of doing just that, the troll started to be dragged around. The whale wailed as Haiamo wiggled the wand around, crushing up parts of its eye. Finally getting the wand free, Haiamo pushed off the whale. She started to clean off the violet muck with her already fuschia blood covered sleeve, not noticing the tail of the whale coming straight at her. The tail slapped her and forced her to crash into the rocky ground below.

Haiamo screamed in pain as her spine cracked against the ground. She dragged herself off the ground and watched as the whale circled above, exposing its giant underside. Haiamo took a deep breath and looked down. She noticed they the right side of her rainbow lensed goggles were shattered and the left side was cracked. Her Troll!Pepe the Frog necklace would cover in violet and fuschia blood.

<3 W4it… P3p3? <3

Haiamo stumbled to her feet, groaning as the pain in her back grew. The whale continued circling, letting out low hisses and clicks as it grew closer. Haiamo raised her wand and narrowed her eyes.

“<3 4Y3! )(OOFB34ST-S)(IT <3!”

The whale stopped and it's one eye looked down.

Haiamo stood with her legs apart and took an anime protagonist stance. She yelled and pointed her wand straight under the whale. A blast of bright light blinded the two and when they were able to see, they were met by the most beautiful thing that they ever saw.

Troll!Pepe the Frog was white with the standard fuschia outline. His pupils were rolling around in his round eyes and his tongue hanging out. He had tiny, but sharp-pointed horns. Pepe looked up and saw that his creator wanted him to attack the whale.

“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Pepe screamed.

Pepe launched himself and, in a flash of light, ran straight toward the center of the whale, ripping a hole in his body. The whale coughed up blood before dying right then and there. Haiamo swam up and pushed straight through the giant hole, getting covered in violet blood and being hit by intestines. Haiamo ignored that fact, continuing to go to the surface. Once she broke the water's surface, the heiress watched as the Pepe, still screaming, stopped in mid-air and shook violently. Pepe exploded in a flash of fuschia. Mini frogs and rainbows fluttered across the Alternian night sky and faded into nothingness.

“<3 4W Y34)(! T)(4T’S MY FROG <3!” Haiamo cheered, laughing extra hard.

A bit of salty violet blood dripped down from her forehead and landed on her tongue. The troll coughed and started spitting into the sea.

“<3 O)( MY G4WD! T)(IS FUCKIN’ BLOOD… is…. So dis… disgusting…. <3”

Haiamo’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and slowly sank deeper into the ocean. She fell onto the back of the whale lusus, who was still bleeding out even though it had died. Haiamo noticed a white shark swimming towards her before passing out.

-*-*-*-

“<3 OW! T)(4T HURT <3!”

“RAAAAAAAA!”

Sharkmama was using her strong jaw to tighten the white bandages that her wrapped around her shoulder. The injured Haiamo sat on the staircase they lead to the second story of her castle while her lusus swam in mid-air. According to Sharkmama (or what Haiamo had interpreted), Sharkmama was waiting outside the castle when she was hit with the faint scent of fuschia blood. Knowing that it must have been Haiamo’s blood, Sharkmama quickly swam over to try to find her and heard from the surface an explosion. She watched as her troll floated onto the whale lusus and quickly, but cautiously, dragged both Haiamo and the dead whale lusus home. Currently, the lusus laid dead on the floor, blocking to exit.

Once Sharkmama finished tightening the bandages, Haiamo had to tight the shoulder bandages and fix her back support (while she was a good caregiver, Sharkmama was terrible at doing anything the revolved medical treatment.) Haiamo pulled out a blunt and her lighter and started to smoke, hoping the drugs would kick in so she wouldn’t feel the pain anymore. At first, the royal blooded troll believed her lusus would rip the blunt out of her mouth. Instead, Sharkmama pressed herself against her troll’s side and started to brush her knotted hair with her good fin.

Haiamo did not complain.

Once a few minutes of complete silence, Haiamo looked down at her feet. Her goggles laid on the floor, the lenses completely shattered. Haiamo sighed, letting out a large cloud of smoke.

“Raaa…?” Sharkmama noticed Haiamo’s woeful face.

“... Look, I’ll talk to you normally, okay?” Haiamo looked Sharkmama dead in the eye, who just simply blinked.

“I know you what me to become a better heiress. I know you want me to go out treasure collecting again like we used to. I know you want me to stop smoking and get off drugs. I know you want me to get away from the computer. And I know that you want me to just go outside and get real friends, as you say. But… But I like how I live. I could care less about my blood because it makes my life a living hell. I like looking and memes and sending them to my moirail and online friends because I find them funny, unlike some trolls who find murdering lowbloods funny. I like doing drugs because it makes me feel better and makes me forget my duties as heiress… And these goggles…”

Haiamo picked up the goggles. The fuschia rims looked awful and had many scratches and tears along the edges. The flecks of the rainbow glass hung pitifully on the side while the rest remained either on the floor of the castle or on the ocean floor. Haiamo blinked away fuschia tears.

“These goggles blinded me from a world of distrust, hatred, and fear. But… Now that they’re broken…”

“Graaaaa!”

“What?”

“Greaaaaaa!”

Haiamo watched as Sharkmama swam away into the left hallway and into one of the many treasure rooms. She appeared with a new pair of rainbow lens goggles, this time with black rubber that held them together instead of the dull gray. Sharkmama proudly dropped them into Haiamo’s gray hands.

“GRA! RAAAAAA! SCREEEEEEE! RAAAAAA!”

Haiamo translated it as This was supposed to be your Wriggling Day gift, but I was mad at you on that day and decided not to give it to you.

“Was it because you caught me higher than the clouds?!” Haiamo yelled with playful anger.

Sharkmama let out a toothy grin (or was she baring her teeth?)

Haiamo pulled out a hair tie from her bag and pulled her butt-length hair in a ponytail before putting on the goggles. Haiamo let out a big smile and cheered,

“<3 4W Y34)(! H4I4MO SOC3R3 IS B4CK 4ND R34DY TO KICK 4NYON3 W)(4L3’S 4SS <3!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The troll leaped up and tackled hugged her lusus. Sharkmama shook a little, not ready for the hug. But let out a soft sigh and nuzzled her troll. Haiamo smiled and whispered gently,

“Thank you, Sharkmama…”

The two hugged it out and continued into the early morning.

-*-*-*-

A young limeblood sat on a swing what appears to be his treehouse. He seems to be a collector of rocks and space with the many rocks and space posters around his room. He kicks his legs as his gray and black shorts move in the wind, revealing a single green line running down one side. His sleeveless shirt was smoothed out and showed off the gray sign of Cancer, more commonly known as The Sign of the Signless. He had a half shaved head with the shaved side being green. His green eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder.

His name is Kiryus Terino and his adventure starts here…

(Please support @cay-reborn! They are a really cool person and allowed Haiamo into their comic! Byee!)

P.S KarkatandNepeta’s GayChild will live forever!

#writing #oneshot #homestuck #fantroll #notmyuniverse

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TV Review - Marvel's Defenders Review

Ok so before I continue. I was ROOTING so hard for this crossover but at some point whoever was on the writing staff made INCREDIBLY TERRIBLE storytelling and dialogue decisions. With our previous installments Marvel had a habit of establishing COMPELLING villains. They did it so well in DD and JJ that I began to consider it a hallmark of the Netflix Universe. The second half of LC of course didn't do this with Diamondback and IF completely missed the mark (I do however believe this is the fault of the writing staff as far as the villains are concerned). For some reason the staff of The Defenders thought that establishing a moderately interesting villain would equate to the same thing. It doesn't and that is a HUGE frustration. Kingpin, Purple Man, Punisher, Cottonmouth were all written and acted beautifully. Alexandra although played by the dope Sigourney Weaver wasn't at all compelling in her personal story. And they could have EASILY have made her so viciously fun. Grrrrr. Anyway here's my breakdown. (SPOILERS MAYBE) ******************************* Cinematography 8/10 ******************************* There are some beautiful shots in this series, some of those long one shot fight scenes (which we saw done well in Daredevil specifically) were a lot of fun to watch. Some shots had interesting composition but the jump cut B-roll transitions got old. ******************************* Soundtrack 7/10 ******************************** D'angelo. Wu-Tang. They had obviously someone with good taste making decisions at some point but there was not nearly enough of that happening. It's like they picked dope music for a few scenes with Luke Cage and meh every other opportunity. ******************************** Fight Choreography 7/10 ******************************** Ok so I thought that the scenes with the main four were actually not too shabby but this was due mostly to the shot choices. The fighting itself was mildly interesting in that the four characters all possessed these different styles but I felt those styles just weren't thought out enough. ******************************** Story 4/10 ******************************** Ok so what is everyone's problem?!

Why is everyone on their lone wolf hype even if it makes NO sense. I feel like SO MUCH of the initial tension in the group was SO contrived that it just took me completely out of the experience. It's like you guys have literally NO REASON to not like each other (except Danny, he's kinda a twat but they play that up). The initial dialogue between IF and Luke was cringe city. They created tension and problems between characters that was unnecessary several times. It would have made far more sense if LC and IF bonded over 90s hip-hop (they both like it) and then went on some side quest until they joined up with the other two. Having the four of them unnecessarily struggle just to decide to work together seemed pointless especially when the organization they were fighting was having struggles of its own. Also so many just terrible dialogue choice. This story could have been approached far more originally, as it had interesting elements to it. Also WAY too much Danny Rand. Also WAY too many pages taken out of Iron Fist in its story structure. ******************************** Dialogue - 🤦🏽‍♂️/10 ******************************** "You guys are on the same side!" "We're not so different, you and I..." "It's not your fault..." "I have to do this alone..." "They won't get away with this...." "I have an idea but.....you're not gonna like it....." Like really doe? Jessica at least had some sassy little quips and Matt has such strong delivery that he could talk about N. Korean economics and I'd be drawn in. But whoever wrote Luke's dialogue was getting on my last nerve. Danny Rand wasn't as unbearable this time. I actually felt there was some improvement in him as an actor BUT still way too much of him. Also seeing him get clowned by Stick, chewed out by Luke and beat up by the gang was satisfying. Claire's little stint as the voice of reason was contrived this time. We just got too much of her the last two shows and her and Collen's little monologues were tacky. ******************************** Characters 🙄/10 ******************************** Not enough Jessica or Trish or Malcolm. I rather have had them use Electra in a completely different story because Alexandra's character was not explored enough for me to care like with so many previous villains. I don't even know WHY she's bad. Luke didn't quite feel like Luke in the beginning and there was waaaaaaay too much Danny and Collen. There was simply too much Iron Fist in this show... Too many side characters brought in to have no effect on the story other than "look these people share a universe!" A side quest with Trish, Karen and Malcolm could have been super interesting. Luke and Claire being an item was mildly annoying. ******************************** Conclusion ******************************** A ton of opportunity was WASTED in this script. There were so many quality actors present so to reduce the story to a bunch of familiar tropes and team-up movie arcs was a complete waste. There are quite a few REALLY good scenes that I adored but there are also scenes that are just so awkward in their characterization. I thought the use of Stick was wise but poorly executed. There is even a scene where the guys are all arguing and Jessica just stands there silent. I was like....wait what? The Library scene, D and J scenes, and the architect bits were interesting. The subway scene tickled. The final battle was snooze fest mostly. My verdict is watch it if you've been following the universe. If not, it might not be worth your time. Overall 6/10 realistically 7/10 as a fan But I am also lowering my score of Iron Fist because it's still better than that heap...

BINGE THE DEFENDERS ON NETFLIX

#marvel #netflix #iron fist #luke cage #power man #daredevil #jessica jones #mcu

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