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emmyrosee · 5 months

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For Sakusa, lunch is extremely sacred.

He likes his food a certain way, arranged strategically and kept nice and protected in his bento until the time comes to eat it.

And thankfully, you thrive on providing him that protection, giving his lunch a spin on a dish made with love, a sweet for dessert, and a small note with a little flirt or a inspirational message from you.

Depends on the day.

Today seems no different, you pass him his bento with a kiss all over his face, a small bite of his cheeks and a pinch to his side to make him squeak, sending him off and letting him go about his day.

Your texts are feral, you remind him to drink water, nothing seems astray.

Until lunch. He tells you it’s time for lunch, and you tell him to enjoy.

booger 🤢 enjoy baby!!

We’re better when we stick together 🩷

Huh?

“Mind if I steal some sanitizer, Sakusa-San?” Hinata asks, and kiyoomi gives a wave of his hand, pausing his watching.

“Knock yourself out champ.”

He hears the faint squirt of his hand sanitizer being squeezed, but there’s a noise of confusion from Hinata’s lips that quickly follows.

“Uh… Sakusa-san?” Hinata squeaks, chewing his lip nervously. Kiyoomi raises his brow as he finishes washing his hands. “Did… did something happen to your hand sanitizer?”

“What’re you talking about?” He asks, making his way back to the bench. Hinata shows him his palm, but nothing looks wrong. He hums in confusion before squirting a bit of the sanitizer into his own palm, before gagging at the texture.

It’s clear, yes, with small flakes of glitter, and sure it should’ve been a red flag because he hates glitter, and-

Sticky. Why was it sticky?

He gives it a big sniff and scrunches his face in displeasure.

It’s glue. You put goddamned glue in his hand sanitizer.

“Son of a bitch,” he snickers, licking his teeth. “Fuckin’ put glue all over my shit. Little rat.”

Hinata cocks his brow as he plays with the glue, “wait… you’re not mad?”

“Nah,” he says, shaking his head. “They’re just a damn troublemaker. Always messing with my stuff.” He grabs a paper towel and nods at Hinata, “you guys go on and eat. I’ve got scolding to do.”

“Be nice,” he chuckles, but he quickly bounces out of the room to be with his teammates just a few feet away.

Kiyoomi wastes no time in taking out his phone, his fingers flying to your contact and immediately pressing call. There’s a part of him that wonders if you think he’ll be mad and won’t answer, or maybe you just don’t want to answer and you know he’ll chase you in playful rage when he gets home.

Thankfully, you do answer. He’s quick to smack on a mad facade.

“Hey, booger-“

“I can’t believe you mess with my things,” he snips, and tries to ignore the way his cheeks heat up as you cackle on your end of the phone. “This isn’t funny! You’re feral, and you’re officially banned from making my bentos!”

“Yeah, okay,” You snort, and he can’t help but smile at your words. “You love my lunches. You just hate to admit you’re a sucker for chivalry.”

“So messing with my lunch routine is chivalrous?”

“It is when you didn’t replace the toilet paper in the bathroom.”

Kiyoomi falls silent, unable to come up with anything to rebuttal your point. On the other side of the line, he practically feels you smirk.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh,” you tease over the line. “You’re lucky you’re pretty. If I can’t have a clean ass, you don’t get to have clean hands.”

That, has him breaking down into a fit of laughter, starting with a snort and developing into loud cackles that he feels his teammates looking at him for.

“You’re so stupid,” he laughs, looking down at the glitter glue filled sanitizer. “Did you have to put glitter in it?”

“I came to win, Kiyoomi. I play chess, not checkers.”

“Okay, well, you won,” he groans. Then, he’s quiet as a smirk grows on his face, “you know I’m gonna have to get you back for this right?”

“Oh shut up. You love being bothered and you know it.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to chase you around the house, pin you down and tickle you until you piss yourself, babe.”

You go quiet, he knows he’s got you flustered now, but you let out an excited squeak and chuckle.

“It’s a date.”

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Tagging you 🩵 @reverie-starlight @wolffmaiden @thoreeo @aliensknowmyillusions @tutuwusworld @lavishcherie @sassycheesecake @cheolattes @rrairey @dira333 @unknownspecies

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ohsalome · 5 months

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love seeing people (westerners) WHO HAVE NEVER EVEN MADE A SINGLE PEEP ABOUT UKRAINE AID, EVER, reblog russian lgbt aid funds after the recent news.

i'm very anti whataboutism but holy hell. when it comes to a certain country we all agree that liberation comes before improvement of lgbt issues. *i* agree with that, at least. but then the same people would rather pay to save lgbt people from a country that's actively besieging another country, it's just... beyond words how hypocritical it is.

I have so many things to say, none of them being nice.

Ukrainian army is, so far, the only force that is presenting challenge to "putin's regime". Wouldn't it make sense for people who "want to protect russian lgbt+s" to support us then? We are conctantly being degraded for "not allying with good russians" who are supposed to be our "natural allies" because they are "anti-putin".... Funny how it doesn't work the other way around, doesn't it? And yes, I have personal experience with russian lgbt+ and feminist circles (prior to the full-scale invasion), and I remember clearly how they explicitly ignored all pleas from ukrainians to speak up on our behalf. And how can one forget the famous "women have no nationality"...

This is, from my memory, the third time russia has "banned lgbt+s", and I believe I have a good reason for being sceptical about the real consequences of russian laws which, as we all know, are worth a little more than toilet paper. It is common knowledge which people of russian elite are gay, and I sincerely doubt their life will change in any way with this new law. As a matter of fact, most of them are a part of russian propaganda machine, like the infamous Anton Krasovsky. Also, what is the point then of this law, if it functionally duplicates all the previous ones already existing and brings nothing new to the table? I will not repeat the conspiracies about "diverting attention from Ukraine", because you've probably already heard of them. My own conspiracy is that its goal is to further the international reputation of russians as innocent victims of the regime, all while ukrainians are being actively slandered and forced into fake opposition with palestinians. One example relevant to the discussion I've seen recently is a post of a russian "war refugee" who has fled from russia either when the war started, or during one of the mobilisation waves. She was complaining about how much she dislikes living in the West and how she plans to return to russia, fully knowing that it is an authoritarian hellscape, and she will have to collaborate with it, because "it is more comfortable there"... This is what I think about russian "victims of the regime" - this is all masquerade for them, which they are ready and happy to take off once they are tired of play-pretending being part of the civilized world and want to return to their comform zone swamp.

Just like pussy riot monetizing Bucha imagery for their fame and profit, russian lgbt+s jumped on the oppostunity to appropriate the suffering of ukrainian war victims to earn more $$$$$. And I blame western media which has for day one has put us on the same scale, equating ukrainian civillians to russian ones, even though only one side has to live under constant bombardment, only one side had to seek refuge due to the threat of occupation, only one side is being actively genocided... But russians are having meanie mean words said about them on the internet, and this is just as bad - nay, mayhaps even worse! Remember how during the first months of full-scale invasion westerners were claiming that russians will starve to death due to sanctions, and I was preaching to the choir trying to explain that we are literally dying due to west feeding the russian war machine that is exterminating us? Well, almost two years have passed, no russian have famished because Chanel has left the market, they are successfuly importing all the missiles components through Kazakhstan, and Ukraine cannot even count all the losses we've had because how much of our territory remains under the occupation. But westerners have already congratulated themselves about how they've "immediately gifted ukraine all the weapons they need once the war started" (hahaha!) and moved on to playing with their new palestinian toy, all while for some reason pitting us against each other (and stealing footage from Syria and Ukraine to misrepresent them as Palestine)

Oh and don't get me started on western "political activists" who go out of their way to mention every single conflict happening on planted earth, excluding Ukraine. I will never forget that.

[very bitter and pessimistic conclusion censored]

#response #мій муд це приспів десяти праведників жадана

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obsessedwithlute · 26 days

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What Hazbin Hotel Characters Are Doing In A CVS

Charlie - She's buying get well soon cards and Honey Nut Cheerios and she stops to wave and say hi to every. Single. Person. In the aisles. It's sweet but it also gets really annoying after a while. But you.... good intentions and all that

Vaggie - Stocking up for the apocalypse- canned soup, toilet paper, 100 boxes of Band-Aids, the works. She gets a lot of weird looks at the checkout aisle but she doesn't really care.

Angel Dust - He's buying makeup. In fact, he's become notorious at his local CVS for buying all the bright pink lipstick and eyeshadow. Although, he spends a lot more time at CVS than your average makeup lover...

Husk - He works at the CVS. Angel Dust only ever seems to show up on the days that he has a shift and for some reason, it always seems to be him going to help Angel in the makeup aisle. This went on for almost 2 years until one day Husk snapped and demanded to know why Angel was so goddamn obsessed with him. Eighteen months later, they're picking out the icing flowers for their wedding cake.

Lucifer - He is the CEO of CVS, the "big boss of hell himself".

Alastor - He is the CEO of Target and Lucifer's biggest rival.

Lute - She has been to CVS exactly twice in her life. Once was when she was six years old. She threw a tantrum within five seconds and was quickly ushered out of the store. The second time was thirteen years later and this was Adam's idea of a date. It was a blind date organized by their families because Lute had a shitty family trying to keep her in the closet. After that, she never entered a CVS again.

Adam - Adam is banned from CVS for screaming fuck in front of toddlers every time he goes to CVS. Lucifer has mailed his picture to every CVS and it must be tacked to the front door with the caption 'PERMISSION TO KILL IF HE ATTEMPTS TO ENTER'. There are theories that perhaps this rivalry is more personal than customer-service related...

Cherri - Cherri buys one thing from CVS and that is hairpins. Because they're the one weapon she can buy on discount AND sneak into Broadway theaters!

Sir Pentious - He loves Halloween candy, but he hates the holiday for a reason he tells not a soul. So he always buys those discount candies the day after Halloween and CVS loves him for it.

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reodashi · 8 months

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How Class 1-A texts

M.list

Warnings - Mentions of spicy scams in one part.

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Midoriya - no caps, its not even on purpose. he just forgets to, and this slightly triggers some of his friends.

Iida - Very proper, and doesn't text naturally. He more so gives updates. Like...

'I have just gone on a nice run, the sun is very bright today.'

Bakugo - Many would think he'd be all caps and aggressive... But no. Why would he waste time on the extras? So he often respond with 'K' 'No' 'Yes' or leaves them as read. Depending on the person, he will occasionally threaten them.

Todoroki - Texts normally, but if he's feeling fun he'll add the basic 🙂or🙁 emoji. He does have a habit of leaving people on read... But he means well.

Uraraka - She's 50/50 she'll either text normally, and spell everything correct. Or misspell tons of words on purpose with so many emojis💕❤️🎂😜😝🎉. She also reacts to everyone's texts.

Kirishima - Hypes everyone up, he rarely even talks about himself. He just tries to help everyone else out.

'Bakubro, don't be hard on yourself! You're so manly!'

Denki - He has a meme reaction for every situation. Dad died? Squidward is here, no cookies left? Homer Simpson appeared, ran out of toilet paper? Rupaul just popped up.

Mina - ALL CAPS BECAUSE SHE IS SO HAPPY AND EXCITED TO BE TALKING WITH HER PALS AND SHE HAS SO MANY FUN STORIES TO TELL, ALSO LOTS OF EMOJIS! 💕🎉💖💕💖💕💖😜💋🦅

Sero - Sends meme reactions, but not as much as Denki. And he weirdly feels bad for unused emojis so he'll send out weird ones.

'Going to 7/11 want anything? 🍽️🍡💴'

Jiro - Doesn't talk much, she keeps it short and simple. She prefers talking through snapchat feeds or in person.

Momo - Starts all of the most used groupchats, but oddly enough rarely talks in them. She's busy, but she'll answer if someone needs help with studying or something.

Tokoyami - Quotes from his favorite movies or books a lot, tries to give advice even if it isn't the best advice. He likes to use 💀 emoji a lot.

Tsu - Sneaky, she takes screenshots of shady moments or makes private group chats to exclude the boys from. She's all for the girlies💅

Ojiro - Just watches the chaos unfold, sometimes comments on Tokoyami's quotes, saying he knows where it's from.

Sato - Sends yummy recipes he learned for people to try out, shares photos of beautiful sunsets, nice dinners, and wholesome quotes he found. Overall wholesome texter.

Aoyama - Takes selfies of himself, and sends them randomly. Like in a middle of a discussion over homework, he just sends a selfie of himself he thought was cute.

Hagakure - Starts heated debates, she nearly made the whole group chat become deleted after she asked if pineapple belongs on pizza. She likes to stir the pot, she makes sure to add a topic that triggers either Bakugo or Aoyama since they get the most heated.

Shoji - Gets brought into conversations a lot, gets hyped up by people randomly. And even started a small meme amongst the group that he was unaware of, he rarely texts in the group chat but everyone always wants him to join.

Koda - Sends game links in the chat just so he could get free gems in the game he's playing due to sharing the link. He also likes to use pet emojis, and share cute photos of his bunny.

Mineta - Was banned several times in the chat, by numerous people. Has to be told multiple times not to fall for p*rn scam ads, also sends game links for free gems.

"What do you guys mean, Anna isn't in my area?"

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gojocumdumpster · 7 months

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Cooking with the Baki boys😭👩🏾‍🍳

(Baki,pickle,jack,retsu)

Warnings: none

Gender neutral reader

Y’all i’m so busy this weekend and week i have church tomorrow and a baby shower, today I had a sweet 16 to go to for my cousin that ended at 10PM now my sister homecoming and i’m just getting back home and now I have to go pick up my makeup i left at my aunts house getting ready 🥲 then i have to wake up at like 1-2AM and go on a flight on sunday to go to disney for the week and then on friday im going to universal studios 💀😭

Baki:

He says he can cook but the only thing he can make is microwaved ramen noodles….💀 last time he made noodles he forget the damn water and you could smell through out the house this man just stood there like this with the damn noodles in his hand😭. Last time there was a puddle in the kitchen and this man had slipped and he had a bowl of cereal in his hand and that was just it for you.😭😭

Pickle

No, just no. Sometimes he’ll just tower over you watching you cut the veggies or meat, he’ll help in the kitchen sometimes when you allow him to he’s pretty good at remembering where the dishes go and the ingredients you used, but when he helps with the meal it’s a whole disaster last time you told him to put the pepper in the pan so you can cook them which he did you told him not to touch his damn eyes and wash his hands first but he does not like listening so what did he do…touch his eyes😭 he was running around like this to go wash his eye💀💀

Jack

He prefers to stay out the kitchen because of his massive hands they tend to get into things they’re not suppose to be in, he doesn’t know what “Wait.” means he’s always hangry and sneaks snacks if you take to long. Yes he’s grateful for having you cook for him and be his but this man loves his food, whenever you cook steak he always says “I want it raw.” you thought he meant something else for a second but this man was dead serious, last time he got banned from the kitchen for a week because he said “Hey babe you know how i like to eat my meat? I like to raw dog it.” you were like…

Retsu

The best of the best, this man is cooking breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, he loves watching those gorden ramsay however the hell you spell his damn name and he judges the food himself, he doesn’t want you to cook the food, he’s not saying your a bad cook you are but that’s what he loves to do it’s his passion especially his home country meals but whatever he cooks has you on that toilet calling for backup toilet paper this is you every time on the toilet 😭

#baki x reader #pickle baki #baki the grappler x reader #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #baki headcanons #baki the grappler #baki dou

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stephaniejuhnay · 6 months

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I'm watching some season 5 featurettes and got a chance to see some of the to-do items on the Save Greendale Committee board a lot closer. Here are the ones I could catch. I really wish they would've made it into the show somehow. Season 5 should've had a full 22!

Check to see if all insulation is actually cotton candy

De-badger the baseball diamond

Divest from Sudan

Remove slugs from toilet

Bleach Garrett's locker

Trim hedge maze (*Dean Pelton voice* we have a HEDGE maze?!)

Find out what is killing the birds

Find out where that tapping noise is coming from

Remove racist stained glass

Remove teeth marks from library tables

Make water clear again

Restart modem

Shake crumbs from computer lab keyboards

Fill pit (parks & rec crossover?!?!?)

Quell racial unrest

Break the sorcerers curse

Remove racist weather vane

Fish change out of sidewalk grates

Doublecheck employee credentials

Control the brushfire on intramural field

Remove mercury from classroom walls

Collect "still good" paper towels from cafeteria trash bins

Remove bones from football field

Correct spelling of "Library" on library

Change parking lot speed limit from 65 to 15

Look into coyote problem

Remove ban on Native American enrollment

Give foundation a quick look-see

Move manure pile to side of school

Remove snapping turtle's nest from pool

Post "no intercourse" signs in library

Ask saxophone player to stop

Confiscate sweatshirts with unfortunate misspellings

Run electricity to the medical building

What a damn show.

#community #community nbc #community tv #nbc community

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floridaboiler · 7 months

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Banned from Walmart

Dear Mrs. Woolf,

Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Woolf, are listed below and are "documented by our video surveillance cameras":

1. June 15: He took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people's carts when they weren't looking.

2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5- minute intervals.

3. July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.

4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away'. This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted in management getting involved causing management to lose time and costing the company money.

5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to reserve a bag of chips.

6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the children shoppers they could come in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department - to which twenty children obliged.

8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' Emergency Medics were called.

9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose. 10. September

10: While handling guns in the Sports department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.

11. October 3: Darted around the Store suspiciously while loudly humming the ' Mission Impossible' theme.

12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.

13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'

14. October 22: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed the fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!

15. Took a box of condoms to the checkout clerk and asked where the fitting room was. And last, but not least:

16. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, and then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here.' One of the Staff passed out.

#Humor #Walmart

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stopwiping · 1 year

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we are saddened to say Mark Skidz passed away today his funeral will be on Sunday April 9 2023 at 11 am the link to watch it when it starts is underneath this message

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#ticlock doesn't wipe their ass #ban toilet paper #no toilet paper #mark skidz #world peace #stopwiping #stop wiping #truth #youtube #karen #the mark skidz show #ezio #ezio smells #lol #jeweledstone doesn't wipe their ass #ticlock is a furry

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toxinellebug · 3 months

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Shadybug & ClawNoir First Receiving the Miraculous Part 2

The first week of school was just as much of a waste of time as Adrien expected;

The curriculum was behind what he was used to, way behind.

He never realized how frustratingly boring it would be to have to wait for a room full of people to catch up with the simple basics of particle physics.

The other students were annoying.

He didn’t mind signing autographs for his fans the first time Chloe paraded him around- it was even nice to have a little extra attention.

But then they KEPT approaching him; asking him to go places with them, his contact information, or asking for photos (thankfully he had the great excuse of his contract which prohibits his image being used for anything, personal or commercial use, without the written consent of the Gabriel Brand.)

He liked modeling, he liked having fans, and he liked receiving praise, but that didn’t mean he wanted people trying to hug him and use him to blast their selfies all over social media.

It’s called “personal space”.

A concept that still went over Chloe Bourgeois’ head, apparently…

He was grateful that she had lunch delivered directly from the Le Grand Paris, since the food, or, what passed for food at the school cafeteria was lackluster at best.

But she insisted on sitting so close that their elbows touched.

It was so uncomfortable.

(Also, he couldn’t just eat his food in peace, he had to listen to Chloe loudly rate each portion of the meal and whether it was up to her standards or if the chef was lacking that day and whether or not she needed to be replaced, before looking over her shoulder to snicker at some dark skinned girl in glasses who glared daggers right back at her. Chloe’s redheaded flunky, er, that is… Chloe’s redheaded “friend”, found this hilarious and agreed with every word and giggled when the dark skinned girl would storm out of the cafeteria in a huff.)

He also hated the way Chloe would cling to his arm when he was just trying to walk between classes.

He lost track of how many times he excused himself to make a quick stop in the boy’s toilet just to get himself some breathing room!

If Chloe’s mother wasn’t such a big name in the Fashion industry as well as chief editor of ‘Style’ magazine, Adrien would gladly tell her to back off. Unfortunately, she is, and he doesn’t want to think about the backlash his father would receive, or the nasty article about himself that would headline ‘Style’s next issue.

He also wished Chloe’s “friend” would stop offering to do his homework and take all his notes. That was weird.

The only thing somewhat worthwhile is fencing on the team under M. D'Argencourt; private lessons were fine, but it is more interesting to have different opponents to practice against for a change.

Other than that, school is tedious and suffocating.

Now that the week is FINALLY at an end, all he wants to do is go to his room, play his mother’s banned bootleg vinyl copy of Peu-Être’s ‘Robot☆Monster’, and listen to ‘L'Esprit Se Meurt’ as he collapses on his bed and contemplates why his Father insists on subjecting him to this torture.

His plans come to a halt, however, upon seeing a strange package waiting for him atop his desk.

It’s… Brown?

His father was generous, and had a habit of giving gifts he personally chose. So a present for enduring his first week of school wouldn’t be odd, per say….

But the gifts his father wrapped always had colorful, patterned, sometimes even textured paper, and were always matched with a ribbon in complimentary colors, tied in intricate bows, as if it were a submission to an art exhibit.

There was no way someone as extra as his father would use such simple brown, parcel paper.

The more logical explanation was that it came in with his fan-mail, but that didn’t make sense either;

It was un-opened.

The Gorilla was diligent, and he always opened and inspected every piece of fan-mail before it ever reached Adrien’s eyes.

As much as Adrien liked modeling, being famous had some drawbacks, namely obsessed fans that were more than a little scary.

His bodyguard always checked to look for anything creepy (requests for feet pics, or locks of his hair), obscene (explicit fanfiction featuring Adrien and the sender that results in a restraining order being issued), or downright nasty (underwear that they would like him to sign, wear, then mail back).

There was NO WAY the Gorilla would leave an un-opened package from a fan in Adrien’s room.

Unless….

Looking at the package more closely, disregarding the accompanying envelope which only had his name on the front, he took notice that there were zero postage markings of any kind.

Meaning it was delivered IN PERSON.

(Not that it was unheard of for people to just drop things directly at the gate, or in one bizarre instance, toss things over the fence, giving the Gorilla a ‘bomb scare’ and causing Adrien to wonder what kind of work his bodyguard did in the States before coming here.)

….Didn’t Pâtisseries use brown paper?

Curiosity over his Umbrella Thief had been impossible to ignore;

(see older post “Shadybug/Claw Noir Reverse Umbrella scene Headcanon”, also, someone PLEASE teach me how to link)

He didn’t have any classes with her, and he guessed she was too shy to try an approach him like the other students.

His photoshoot schedule, Chinese lessons, and Fencing practice meant he couldn’t just wait around at the school gates after classes had ended for the day.

So, he did the reasonable thing and asked his bodyguard to look into it. Not that he asked him to stalk her or anything! (That would be weird and super illegal.) Just, well, keep an eye out for her, maybe see if he could learn anything from a distance, without being creepy of course.

It had taken him nearly the entire week.

For reasons Adrien still did not understand,

his description of “cute girl, leather jacket, passion-streaked midnight hair, and eyes that crease into crescent moons behind a wistful smile, disguising a forlorn soul adrift in a sea of mediocrity, hadn’t been specific enough.

But eventually, while Adrien was at Fencing, the Gorilla had managed to casually follow the girl in pigtails at a distance long enough to witness her entering a nearby bakery, from the private side entrance reserved for those that took residence in the building.

His Umbrella Thief wasn’t just a shy fan, her parents ran the best pâtisserie and boulangerie in Paris!

Well, that would explain how she is able to attend a private school like Collège Françoise Dupont.

Perhaps this was a package of pastries from her parents’ store, maybe there was even a message confessing her admiration for him inside?

He could use that as an opportunity to approach her, express his gratitude for sweets, and offer to treat her to the movies… Strictly as a gesture of fan-appreciation, of course.

Yes, if was definitely the anticipation of choquettes and Pain Au Chocolat, and nothing else that made his heart race as he tore away at the brown paper.

But before he could open the flaps of the cardboard box, another thought occurred to him:

You could fit an extendable umbrella into a box this size.

What if… What if HIS umbrella was inside?

What if the girl had noticed she was being stalk-FOLLOWED, and thought he was angry?

What if what was waiting inside was a tear-stained apology letter begging him not to contact the Enforcers and have her arrested on charges of petty theft???

That would make it difficult to ask her out on a da- OUTING! Ask her out on an OUTING to the cinema purely for her sake! *ahem*

Now, instead of his heart racing, his stomach was twisting.

Other than the whole stealing thing, she was probably a nice girl… He certainly didn’t want her to feel upset, or want to avoid him.

But, if she didn’t want anything to do with him ever again over this, was there anything he could do?

Holding his breath, Adrien opened the box with trepidation and discovered….

…An antistatic electronics foam pouch and a jewelry box.

Adrien felt his mood sour even further as he unsealed the pouch.

It was a mini-tablet.

Forget ‘sour’, he was PISSED.

He recognized the tablet; His father used a similar one for video meetings with clients, distributing managers, coordinators, and other people he didn’t have time to meet with in person.

A list that now included his own son, apparently.

The jewelry box no doubt contained the latest Gabriel brand accessory that Adrien was expected to model for an upcoming shoot that his father couldn’t be bothered to take time out of his busy schedule to inform him face to face.

It took all the self-restraint Adrien had not to chuck the stupid thing out a window (he had plenty of them to choose from).

You know what? This was fine.

If his father could lock himself up inside his atelier, then Adrien could do the same!

Tossing the package and its contents aside, Adrien left his room and marched downstairs to go inform his personal chef that from now on he would be taking all his meals in his room.

Father could swap out the table de salle à manger with a terrarium for all he cared!

And Adrien doesn’t care!

….Though, he expected his father to care, at least a little.

Mom would’ve cared.

Adrien didn’t have much of an appetite, picking at his meal while he waited for his father to come knock on his door with an apology that never came.

(Gabriel heard that Adrien requested his meals in his room and assumed his son was pouting over being forced to go to school. Since Gabriel can recall what it’s like to be a moody teenager, he figured it was best to give his son time to calm down, and he would try to invite him down for breakfast tomorrow.

He’s also trying not to be hurt that Adrien calls him “Father” now, instead of “Dad”).

Alright, if Father was too stubborn to show himself, then Adrien knew just how to grab his attention;

Pushing aside his now cold dinner, Adrien picked up the discarded tablet and found the side power button.

He was going to use this little “gift” to open a video call and give his Father a piece of his mind!

What he didn’t expect was the red, grid-like laser scan of his face, nor the A.I. voice that announced “Identity confirmation complete: Adrien Agreste, approved.”

Ok, he had to admit that was pretty cool.

The screen lit up red, and all thoughts of Adrien’s Father went out the window.

The Supreme.

The Familiar red and black symbol with an ‘X’ in the center; representing world-wide jurisdiction and demanding compliance.

This was a huge deal. Huge, and more than a little terrifying.

He was only 13 (his birthday was in two weeks though), what on earth could The Supreme, the force that governs the entire planet, possibly want from him???

He seriously doubted this was fan-mail.

He tapped the small flashing icon on the bottom left corner, pulling up a message screen.

Whatever Adrien had been expecting, it wasn’t… Whatever the heck this was.

Kwamis? Powers? Rules? It sounded like the synopsis of a game show.

This had to be a joke. But he didn’t know anyone with such a twisted sense of humor.

Even the most deviant and corrupt wouldn’t have the spine to use the symbol of The Supreme, not even mockingly. The penalty wasn’t worth the risk.

Still, how could he take any of this seriously?

Magic rings? Power of Destruction?

As if! He wasn’t some naive little kid who believed in fairytales like the Genie in the Lamp.

Was it like, a metaphor? Or some kind of coded message he was meant to decipher?

But if that was the case, shouldn’t there be a substitution key or at least some kind of hint?

Wait-

There had been an envelope, hadn’t there?

Of course! Why hadn’t he opened that first??

Scrambling around, Adrien located the envelope that had been knocked aside and fell beneath his desk chair.

It is a simple, white envelope with his name written in calligraphy.

Inside is a note, written in that same calligraphy, on what he recognizes as Xuan Paper:

“M. Adrien Agreste, you have been chosen.

The bird in the gilded cage sings because captivity is all it has ever known.

The items being entrusted to you are a matter of utmost secrecy and should be used with discretion.

May they teach you the melody you have longed for.

Please ensure you are alone.”

…Well, that was super cryptic and incredibly unhelpful.

Crumbling up the note, Adrien examines the tablet again; there are no other icons other than the text screen with the list of “instructions” and rules to be followed.

So, equally useless. Great.

The only thing he hasn’t checked is the little black hexagon box.

The tablet mentioned a ring… Oooooh, like a de-coder ring?? That would make more sense than singing birds!

Finally he was getting somewhere-

What he actually got was blinded by a flash of green light as soon as he opened the lid.

Waiting for the light to fade enough to safely open his eyes, Adrien came face to face with a black and angry looking… Gerbil?

A gerbil with antennae, hands on it’s hips, a twitching tail, and the symbol of The Supreme stamped on it’s face….

And it was floating.

Merde! It was FLOATING!!!!!!

Adrien glanced from the tablet, to the black ring in the box, back to the fuming ‘kwami’.

This was real.

Adrien’s heart was racing again, albeit for an entirely different reason.

His cheeks hurt as he grinned for the first time since he can’t remember when.

Snatching the ring and putting it on, he said the transformation phrase.

The mean looking gerbil/cat/kwami-thing disappears into his ring and he is enveloped in green light, magic washing over him and surging through him; it feels right, like his entire life has been leading up to this moment!

Gone was the preppy, boy-next-door look of the Gabriel brand.

His hair went from blond to a spiky green, and his green eyes were now a toxic purple with black slits behind a black mask.

Cat ears? Sure, why not?

Clawed gloves, leather jacket, mace ball collar, spiked boots and belt?

Oh yeah, he was feline dur à cuire!

He rushed to the windows, threw one open and leapt out into the night. He didn’t have a plan and he didn’t really care. It was time to find something to break!

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The Supreme gets a notification on his personal device;

Both tablets have been activated.

Now is the time to let the children have fun; let them play about in the city and revel in their new super abilities.

Ah, to be young and have so little self-restraint….

They will no doubt enjoy themselves… For a while at least.

But the more they use their powers, the quicker things will be set into motion;

It will start as nothing more than dull aches, unpleasant but not at all hindering. But those aches will only continue to grow, becoming painful marks, eating away at flesh, making them weak and drained when they are without their transformations to empower them.

Nothing in this world is free, after all.

Arrogant teenagers will revert back into frightened children, afraid of what is happening to their bodies but terrified of revealing to anyone the strange marking that they cannot, dare not, explain.

After a satisfactory time has passed, he will transmit another message to their tablets. A message of salvation.

For a price, of course.

He will offer to reverse the damage caused by their use of the Miraculous, to whichever one of them manages to retrieve the jewels that were stolen from him.

But only one.

Competition can be quite motivating, especially when one’s life is on the line.

PART 1

#miraculous paris #miraculous ladybug #miraculous world #miraculous fandom #griffe noire #claw noir #adrien agreste #mlb s5 #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #the Supreme #Plagg #kwami #Emelie Agreste #chloe bourgeois #miraculous special #chat noir #cat noir

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cloverinblue · 5 months

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All of this comes from ‘The Osamu Tezuka Story: A life in Manga and Anime’ by Toshio Ban and Tezuka Productions; translated by Frederick L. Schodt.

The above two pages happen at the end of the second world war and feature Osamu Tezuka whose probably about 16-17 here.

After graduating middle school, Osamu Tezuka went to work at a factory and even on the job, he kept drawing. After getting in trouble for drawing comics with his supervisor, he ‘serialized’ his comics in the latrine so he could keep his anonymity and get people to read his comics. Though, sometimes people would use them like toilet paper to his disappointment.

Throughout this there were frequent air raids, which included targeting the factory he worked at.

As the war went on, his resources decreased to the point that he’d draw on whatever scrap he could get his hands on. He even made beautiful hand-bound books with his manga and showed them to his friends.

Towards the end of the war, ominous leaflets were dropped in his home town of Takarazuka by the United States, mentioning ‘making flowers bloom in Takarazuka,’ implying Takarazuka would be bombed, so there was the real possibility he could lose his home, his loved ones and the beautiful bound books he handmade with what he could.

There was a strong sense of unease and uncertainty about his future - not only whether he could continue making his art but also his own life as he was surrounded by destruction.

I’m typing all this out because I want to provide context why these two pages moved me so much. Knowing the immense impact he would later have, it’s incredible to think how it could have never happened.

#osamu tezuka #the osamu tezuka story #toshio ban

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superstartaylorsversion · 4 months

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a brief list of items that either were at one point banned or are currently banned from being imported into Gaza through Israel

gravel, cement, lumber, steel, iron, glass, or any types of "reconstruction materials

any type of beans or lentils

tomato paste and tomato juice

pasta (previously banned, now unbanned)

dried food, ginger, chocolate, soda, juice, spices, jams, shaving cream or gel, potato chips, cookies/biscuits, and candy (all previously banned, but now unbanned)

A4 standard size printer paper

toilet paper

wedding dresses

musical instruments

crayons

appliances such as refrigerators, washing machines

mattresses, cookware and crockery, cutlery, light bulbs, matches, needles, sheets, blankets, shoes, thread, and any spare parts for cars or other machines

batteries for hearing aides and weelchairs

fishing supplies

fuel (only from Israel, allowed through egypt)

#wren talks too much #palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gaza #gaza strip

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manicplank · 3 months

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Could you do a headcanon of all of the pizza tower cast sharing the same bathroom.

LMFAO OK

Peppino: Very timid. Gets it done then gets out. Probably leaves the seat up. "Forgets" to wash his hands (unless he's in the restaurant, but in this case, it's the tower).

Gustavo: Very clean and polite. Washes his hands every time. Not much to it.

Mr. Stick: Stall hog. Probably brings a book then gets way too into it, reads the entire thing on the toilet. His legs fall asleep. Usually washes his hands.

Pepperman: Another stall hog. Reads the entire newspaper. Doesn't care. Doesn't wash his hands because "he wears gloves so he doesn't have to." Ick.

The Vigilante: In and out kind of guy unless he ate Noisette's cooking. Then he's fighting for his life. Calzonification can be heard muffled. Washes his hands until they melt. They reform when he puts his gloves on.

The Noise: Has his own private bathroom in the NTV building. He DEMANDED it. Lowkey germaphobe. I have a random headcanon that he's OCD about washing his hands and will wash them a million times a day. Takes his sweet time. Goes in there to hide from work or Noisette. Probably does this:

Noisette: Uses the bathroom in her café often. I mean, she's the only girl, so she has her own bathroom somewhere in the tower. She calls it her "princess potty." The others are kind of jealous. Washes her hands, has pretty smelling soap. Cleanest bathroom in the tower.

Fake Peppino: Doesn't have to. Not allowed in the bathrooms after he was playing in the toilet and flushed himself down, he screamed and cried bc it was so scawwy! (He came out the other side unscathed. Big baby.) Also banned bc he was caught drinking water out of the toilet. Can't digest bones, so he just hacks them up wherever. Throws it up like a cat. Poor Gerome has to clean it.

Pizzaface: Doesn't have to, he's a machine.

Pizzahead: Probably has his own bathroom. It probably has fairy lights, fountains, all sorts of fancy. Takes his time. Reads a paper or a book. Will be in there for hours because he forgets he's in the bathroom. Will go there to cry because he's a DRAMA QUEEN.

Pillar John: Another polite guy. Has to be careful when he sits, because he has shattered a toilet in the past, he's very heavy. In and out. Washes his hands, but it's difficult because he's made of rock.

Gerome: Poor fucking Gerome. Idk I just feel bad for him. Anyways, he has a stall that's EXTRA clean just for himself. Uses Pizzahead's bathroom without him knowing (since he has keys for cleaning). Used Noise's bathroom ONCE, but The Noise found out and got LIVID.

This was a silly one lol

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #pillar john #gustavo #gerome #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo #pizzaface #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante

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originallandlockedmariner · 4 months

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2023

Pickleball. Generative AI. Lula takes office in Brazil, Amazon Rainforest throws a party. Prince Harry refusing to stop talking about his frozen penis no matter how many times society begged him to stop. UFOs are real. Viral cat dubbed ‘largest cat anyone has ever seen’ gets adopted. Pee-Wee’s big adventure ends. Musk & X. Turkey-Syria earthquake kills thousands. India surpasses China as ‘country squeezing in the most peeps’. Tucker Carlson ousted. Miss USA and her 30 lbs moon costume. Wildfires in Kelowna and Hawaii. Macron tinkers with retirement age of the French. Paltrow can’t ski. Big Red Boots. Bob Barker leaves us. Alabama mom delivers 2 babies from her 2 uteruses in 2 days. Charles III. Ukrainian counteroffensive against Russian forces as the war drags on. Taylor Swift is Time’s Person of the Year. African ‘coup belt’. Flo-Jo dies in her sleep. Chinese spy balloon shot down. Hollywood writers strike. Human ‘nice mugshot’ Shitstain and his 91 indictments. Highest interest rates in 2 decades. The Bear’s Christmas episode. War in Gaza. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Alex Murdaugh. Ocean Cleanup removes 25 000 lbs of trash from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Vase purchased for $3.99 sells for $100 000 at auction. Barbenheimer. A third of Pakistan is flooded. Lionel Messi is the GOAT. Travis Kelce. The Sphere opens in Las Vegas. Regulators seized Silicon Valley Bank and Signature Bank, resulting in two of the three largest bank failures in U.S. history. “The Woman In Me”. WHO declares COVID ain’t a thing no more. Titan sub sinks, rich people die. Matthew Perry drowns. Dumbledore Dies (again). Massive sales of ‘Fuck Trudeau’ flags for jacked-up micro-dick trucks. Everything Everywhere All At Once. June-August was the hottest three-month period in recorded history across the Earth. Tina Turner dies. And the Beatles release a new song?! Wow… You got big shoes to fill 2024.

Archives for context:

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global a**hole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little b*tch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet (no one understands how?!) Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a c*nt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the sh*t on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the f*cking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

@daily-esprit-descalier

#me #my words #doodles

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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Giles x teen!reader - a demigods fate

Part three:

You ran your sword through the head of the monster in front of you, and you watched as it evaporated into dust.

Lowering your sword, you looked up at the sun and you scowled, turning back to the pile of dust.

Your sword reverted back into a coin, and you shoved it into your pocket, making your way back through the alley you had chased it through.

Wiping some blood from your nose on the back of your hand, you crouched down, holding an arm out, letting the misty black hound who sat next to you.

Another two came over, one sitting in front of you, one sitting on your other side.

They all whined and you gave them all a small pat on the head.

“I know, there’s more, it’s getting worse. I imagine by the end of the school year that’ll be it.”

One of them whined, nudging your arm and you looked over.

“I know Oris, I know, there isn’t much we can do.”

You looked at your watch, and you sighed, pushing yourself to stand up, and the three hellhounds walked around you.

“Stay hidden you three, we don’t want anybody seeing you.”

The padded over to the shadows and melted into them, and you did the same thing, appearing back in the school in the toilets.

Walking to the sink, you washed your face, looking at your split lip with a slight wince when you touched it.

Huffing, you made your way out, fully aware of the hellhounds that were running in and out of the shadows around you.

You made your way into the library, and you sat back down at the table, pulling the book towards you.

“This shit is so stupid…”

“Are we going to have to start a sweat jar for you?” Giles asked.

“Do I get to keep the money?”

“No, I do. Let’s call it reimbursement for all the swear words you keep throwing around, at this rate I could be a millionaire by the end of the month.”

You scoffed, watching as he sat down and you handed him your book.

You had to at least be on the line of not being kicked out of the school because Hermes and Chiron were right, you needed direct access to the hellmouth.

You couldn’t do that if you were banned from the school premises, it would make it all a lot harder, and that wasn’t what you were about. You liked doing things the easy way, not the right way.

He took the book and read the question out to you.

“What the fuck does that even mean man?”

Giles reached behind him, pulling a jar out and set it on the table, pointing to it.

“You can’t be serious? What the fuck?”

“That’s two dollars now (Y/N), don’t make it three.”

You grumbled, shoving two bills into the jar and you huffed, leaning back in your chair and he smiled, walking over to the whiteboard.

“It’s all pretty simple once you know how to break the question down, let me show you.”

You turned to the whiteboard and Giles explained everything he was doing with the the practice question he had made up for you.

He walked over, writing another on the paper in front of you.

“Now you try, just remember to take your time, there’s no need to overthink, you just need read the question, everything else will come after.”

You looked at the page, focusing carefully on the words.

You slowly began to work through it, copying what he had showed you, and then you shoved the paper over to him.

Giles took it, reading your messily written answer and he offered you a bright smile.

“Yes, that’s perfect (Y/N), see, you can do it, all you need is a little support is all, there is nothing wrong with that.”

He reached into the jar and handed you one of your dollar bills back.

You took it and looked at him in confusion.

“Every time you swear, you’ll put a dollar in the jar, every time you complete a piece of homework, go a day without swearing or throwing your books then you can earn them back.”

“That’s hardly enough bribery.”

“Would you like me to keep your money?”

You held the money close to you.

“No…”

Giles smiled brightly, picking up your textbook.

“Well then, do we have a deal?”

“Yeah… I guess so…”

Giles began reading the next question for you, and you looked at your paper in boredom.

“British asshole…”

“Back in the jar.”

You groaned, putting your newly earned money back.

You slowly worked through your English homework, and when Giles set the textbook down you got up the stretch.

“Alright, would you like to confront the terrifying Math or Science next?”

You shrugged, going through your bag to pull out a drink.

Sitting on the table, you swung your legs back and forth, and Giles glanced at you before walking over, setting some books down before wondering back to the front desk.

It wasn’t his plan exactly, but Buffy said she had a feeling about you, and he trusted her feeling, if you were linked to the Greek monsters then maybe this would tell them something.

You looked to the side, picking up the one of the books, flicking through the pages.

You knew instantly these were the books Chiron had told you about, and you stood up, turning to face the table as you separated them all to read the titles.

Finding one about old prophecies, you opened it.

You carefully flicked through the pages, skimming over them.

“Interesting are they not?”

You looked up, then back to the book.

“Can you read it?” You asked him.

“No, I did try, can you?”

You shook your head, pointing to the pictures.

“No, but these are pretty cool I guess.”

You carried on flicked through the pages, eyes scanning the words.

Giles could tell you were reading it, the way you stopped on certain pages, paying more attention to them than others and you stopped before changing pages.

Giles furrowed his brows, and he sat down, picking up one of the books.

You closed the book you had been looking through.

“They do have a rather interesting history, don’t they?” He asked.

“Who?”

“The Greeks, Ancient Greek, a lost language.”

You shrugged.

“Like I said, can’t read it.”

The doors to the library opened and closed, and you paid them no mind as you grabbed your homework to go through it.

“I think you can.”

Giles quickly got up, walking over and he took her by the arm to stop her.

“Buffy, not now, give me a chance.” Giles whispered.

“They know something Giles, they’re lying right to your face.”

“Give me time to speak with them, I don’t think they’re one of the monsters you’re hunting. I.. I think they may be something else…”

“I don’t care, every monster I’ve fought they’ve been there, now they’re reading this language you don’t even know about, something isn’t adding up.”

Buffy looked past him to see you staring at her in pure boredom.

She pushed past Giles despite his attempt to stop her.

“A set up? Seriously? This is getting so fucking old.”

“What the hell are you?” Buffy asked.

“I’m (Y/N), what the hell are you?”

She sneered and rushed forward, going to punch you and you dodged her.

Taking a few steps back you grabbed her arm as she swung for you and spun around, throwing her halfway across the library.

“I’m not the one you should be fighting!” You snapped.

“Why the hell not?! You’re clearly in line with those monsters!” She yelled.

“What monsters!?”

You were trying to play dumb, but you could tell she wasn’t buying it.

You carried on dodging her attacks, then you both stopped when the doors were thrown open.

“Big… big… thing..” Xander gasped.

Kicking Buffy across the room, you grabbed your coin, flipping it in the air to catch the hilt of your sword.

“Big animal? Kinda looks like a bull?” You asked.

Willow nodded nervously, and you backed up towards one of the corners.

“Sorry Buffy, we’ll fight later, this fucker is mine.”

“(Y/N)!”

You were gone, and they ran to the front of the school which was thankfully empty due to classes.

You slid under the minotaur, slashing the back of its legs and it roared, trying to swipe you from the ground.

“That.. that’s big..” Buffy stuttered.

“What is it..?” Xander asked.

“If my knowledge serves me right, that uh.. that would be a minotaur. And.. and.. those.. would be hellhounds…”

They watched as you attacked the monster, hellhounds joining in to help you, and when you were thrown at their feet Buffy grabbed your sword and charged.

You groaned and sat up, pushing yourself up to charge again.

Grabbing Buffy before she could reach the monster you took your sword and kicked her in the stomach.

“Don’t get in my way.” You snarled.

You spun around, and charged once more, jumping up your grabbed the fur and climbed up, then brought your sword down, stabbing the creature in the head.

It crumbled to dust and you dropped to your knees, coughing a little.

You heard your hounds growling, and they circled you as Buffy tried to rush you.

Pushing yourself up, you began to walk back to the library, the hounds keeping the space around you clear.

“So, what are you? Demon? Ghost? You’re definitely not human. And I kill things that aren’t human.” Buffy growled.

“Come close to trying and Oris, Rig, and Titan will rip you limb from limb.” You said lowly.

You pulled your jacket off, a few cuts visible on your arms and you held your jacket up to the light.

“No..no.. no…” you whispered.

“You’re hurt, let..let us help clean you up, tend to your injuries then we can talk.”

You grabbed you bag, taking a bottle of water you walked over to the librarian and took the handkerchief from his pocket and walked back to your jacket.

You tried to clean the blood from it, carefully wiping it down, looking at the small tear in the fabric.

“Come on…”

“We need to talk now.” Xander snapped.

You spun around, glaring at them all.

“I will send you to the deepest parts of the underworld if you even think about coming closer…”

You sat down, still focused on the jacket.

“(Y/N), let us talk.”

“No!”

“It’s just a damn jacket!” Buffy yelled.

You slammed your hand into the table, cracking it and you marched over to Buffy, throwing her against the wall, holding a hand up so the shadows held her in place.

The three hounds kept the other three away from you.

“What if I can fix your jacket? W.. would that mean you’ll talk with us? Explain everything to us?” Giles asked softly.

You glanced back at him.

“You can fix it? Get rid of the mark?”

“Yes, yes of course I can. I may take some times but of course. You just need to let Buffy go, and call your dogs back. Can you do that for me?”

“Fix it Mr Giles.”

“Of course, but we must talk first, alright?”

You slowly nodded your head and lowered your arm, letting out a low whistle for the hounds to come back over to you and you sat down.

“Now, everybody else sit down, and we’ll talk about it what’s really going on here.”

They all sat down and it was quiet for a few moments.

“(Y/N), what.. what are you?” Willow whispered.

You sighed, looking up at them and you picked up one of the books, flicking through a few of the pages before showing it to them.

The only page which was written in both Ancient Greek and English.

“Demigod.”

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #Buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer x reader #Buffy the vampire slayer x you #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

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