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dumplingsfordays · 8 months

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in the willow wood, pt. 1

pairing - prince!gepard x elf!gn!reader (they/them)

genre - fluff

summary - pt. 1 - gepard, the son of a wealthy and powerful duke, meets an elf one day while hunting as a boy and his fellow hunters "arrest" (kidnap basically) them because they insulted the son of a high-ranking noble.

cw! : swearing, killing of forest animals (rabbits, deer, etc), mentions of blood, gepard's dad doesn't rlly care about him, serval hates her dad, belobog (with the exception of gepard and maybe serval) hates elves, reader is wearing a dress, reader is going to be wed in an arranged marriage to a random man, strangers to friends, reader runs away from their parents,

note : still held captive by writer's block :( school also started for me so I won't be posting as much. got the idea when listening to the Regal Ancestor Spirit ost from Elden Ring it's soso good omfg- anyways apologies for any mistakes I make in this fic, but always feel free to correct!!

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"Ha!" cries Dunn, who has finally shot his first rabbit.

His victory was accompanied by clapping from the other hunters, who came forward to encircle him in praise and laughter. Gepard also came forward, beaming at his friend's acheivement, and the two preformed their not-really-so-secret handshake with enthusiasm in front of the group.

"Can't believe you actually did it," the golden-haired boy said to Dunn after the initial excitement of the situation dimmed. "It took you a month. A whole month!"

"Not a whole month," Dunn retorted, cheeks blazing red in embarrassment.

"And for a rabbit!"

"Rabbits are hard to shoot, though! They're tricky little devils. They run and dip and swerve and it's confusing to even watch."

"Sure, sure," Gepard giggled, "you'd be confused if you found out that candles aren't little pieces of sunlight that we steal from the sun and keep for ourselves."

"Wait, they aren't?"

Oh, how he loved these moments with his best friend. These moments of bursting joy, of pure happiness, of melodic laughter - they brought a smile to his face every time that he reminisced with Dunn. Interestingly, most of these tended to happen while the pair went hunting in the lovely, serene woods outside of their kingdom. Hunting was one of those activities that never ceased to be fun, unlike horseback riding or sparring, and it was also a relieving little escape from the grey, cobblestone streets of Belobog. Ruled in part by his father, it towered in the distance as a constant reminder of what Gepard was always, and always will be, part of.

But he decided not to focus on that. Right now, the most important thing to him was to finally prove to the senior hunters that he was capable of hunting alongside them despite his young age of 16.

Previously, they told him that he was to hunt and kill a deer. Gepard was, at first, underwhelmed.

"Hunters do that all the time, and with relative ease," he had said to them before they entered the forest. "Why should this mean anything to you?"

"Because it isn't as easy as it seems," said a grey-haired one, towering over Gepard. "You'll know what I mean when you're about to kill one."

The boy took this reply with a grain of salt. Surely it was easier than that, right? The other hunters do it all the time and they always hit their mark. Their hands don't tremble, their bows remain steady - what is so hard about killing an animal? It's like a rabbit, just bigger, and it doesn't move nearly as fast. It usually stands there, and really, the only thing you have to do is to hit it in the leg or neck or something to make sure it can't run away.

But Gepard was now starting to doubt his previous feelings about the hunter's reply as he started nearing the spot where the group usually kills deer. He felt a sort of uneasiness - not the horrible one that he would get when entering abandoned ballrooms with their dark lighting and thick shrouds of cobwebs, but a gentle, quiet one. What if I wound the deer so it survives and runs away? Will it bleed out in agony, still living, or will it submit its life to him reluctantly, like a fallen champion, bested by the new?

He decided not to dwell on these thoughts. After all, this trial was going to determine Father's opinion of him, and maybe, just maybe, he was going to finally say "I'm proud of you, son." Gepard would fight for that chance.

"And here we are," said a hunter from the front of the group, donned in brownish-grey attire.

A mere 20 feet away stood an elegant, gorgeous deer. It was grazing, pulling the grass from the ground, and the clearing which it was standing in was framed by willow trees swaying gently in the breeze. When Dunn's foot beside Gepard's stepped on a dry leaf, the deer raised its slender head suddenly. It peered over to where the company was crouching behind some bushes, its wide brown eyes alert, and with a flutter of its eyelashes, it resumed grazing.

"Get ready," whispered a hunter beside the golden-haired boy. He nodded, taking out his bow and an arrow from his quiver, and, stepping behind a tree for cover, lifted his bow. Hooking the arrow on the string as gently as possible, Gepard raised the bow and aimed.

But before he could shoot, the deer lifted its head and looked over behind it, to the shadowy glen. From behind a willow in that direction emerged a hand, still gripping the bark, and then a bare foot, and then the whole, radiant figure. Its hair glimmered in the few specks of light that poured through the canopy, and the long, white dress that trailed after them hazily shone like thousands of pearls.

As the figure strode up to the deer in the middle of the clearing, they stretched their hands forward, and the slender animal slowly turned around and walked over to them. The person caressed its head and sighed.

"Oh, Isabella," they cooed, lowering themselves to the ground, the deer following suit. "How I missed you."

This felt like a scene from a storybook as the deer laid its head in the figure's lap, encouraging the person to keep stroking its head. They sighed once more.

"Mother is nagging me again about that man. I don't even remember his name! We met only once, and that was back when we were mere children - why should we be expected to love one another if we don't have understanding of each other? Why should we be forced to go along with this?" The person's voice rose in pitch and volume little by little as they kept talking to their friend. "And why do we have to be so young? You know that elves get married when they come of age, which is still four years from now for me and him. Even Mother was married at twenty, so why shouldn't I be? Why should I marry at sixteen, and her at twenty?"

Gepard had never heard a deer whinny before, but now he knew that apparently it could happen.

"I'm sorry, Isabella," the person sighed. "You don't want to hear about any of this. I know I've been talking about it for several weeks now, but no matter how much I do, my situation isn't getting any better. I really wish that there was some sort of escape."

The deer in her lap whinnied again and sighed.

"No, I can't do that. They'd find me immediately. The guards are a nasty sort, they sneak and snoop around like bloodhounds. And even if I do manage to run away, where would I go? You know how the humans are, and the dwarves are even more suspicious of us. Living on my own isn't an option, either - I'd probably die within a week." They ended their monologue with a dry chuckle.

Gepard couldn't believe that this was happening. Was this an elf? Throughout his entire childhood he'd be told stories of the elves and how selfish and prideful they all were, and how they were deserving of death - but did this elf really have to die? What atrocities could they have possibly committed? What selfishness, or excessive pride, was housed in this individual's soul? Was it really necessary to kill this deer, which was obviously their close companion, and cause them more grief than they are already experiencing? He just couldn't do it. No, he'd find another, different deer, and spare these friends the sadness of losing one another.

A scrape of wood on wood sounded through the forest's relative silence like the crack of a whip. The elf and the deer turned their heads to Gepard's tree, behind which the blonde boy was trying to hide his now-lowered bow and hold his breath.

"Who's there?" cried the elf, standing up. The deer's ears were erect and alert as it listened for further noise.

Gepard looked to the hunters in the bushes a few feet away from him - they were exchanging panicked expressions and sending a few angry ones his way.

"Come out!" the elf called once more. They began to approach the tree with cautious steps, wading through pools of sunlight, bare feet anchoring them to the grass so they could spring back at any sign of danger. "I won't hurt you. I'm not armed, either, so please come out so that we can resolve this peacefully."

The last word that they uttered struck something in Gepard. Yes, peacefully - violence or staying put won't solve anything. If he were to keep hiding, the elf would discover him anyway, and no trust would be established to justify Gepard having a bow in his hands. If he were to come out, to present himself truthfully, then maybe the elf would pardon him and let him go. After all, they seemed kind, understanding.

To the absolute horror of his companions, Gepard stepped out from behind the tree, bow in hand. Their eyes met as the boy neared the elf, stepping into the light.

"I'm Gepard Landau, of Belobog," he trembled. "I was- I was hunting in this forest, and I saw your deer and I wanted to shoot it and then I changed my mind, and-"

"You what?"

"I changed my mind! I promise! I don't want to kill you or your deer, I swear! Please forgive me."

The elf's eyes narrowed in suspicion. A human, a creature which their mother and father had warned them about ever since they was born, was standing right in front of them, begging to let him go. They'd developed a special kind of hate for humans and their stink, their brutality, and their heartless, seemingly everlasting hunt. But their mother and father surely weren't right about everything - after all, they were set to marry not according to custom, which was something that their parents definitely wouldn't do under regular circumstances. Maybe they were wrong about humans, too, but they wouldn't take that chance just yet. But then again-

"I've been told that your kind is despicable and utterly disgusting all my life, and you come into our domain to kill our companions? It seems like my suspicions about you are correct."

Gepard was full-on shaking now. He dropped his bow and raised his hands up into the air. "I promise that I come in peace. I don't wish to harm you or your people."

"What about Isabella?" the elf questioned further. "You would've killed her if I hadn't come. Is that correct?"

"Yes," the golden-haired boy breathed. "Yes, I would've."

His honesty is... admirable.

"But if I let you go, you promise not to harm me or her or any of my kind?"

"Yes."

"Hmm." The elf tilted tilted their head up to look at the dark green canopy of the forest, closing their eyes. "I'd like to add another condition, however - let me live in your home."

Every single person's (and Isabella's) eyes widened in shock. The hunters' mouths were agape in pure, unadulterated surprise, and even Gepard couldn't help but stare at the elf dumbfoundedly.

"I- well, um-"

"I mean, it's fine if you don't," they replied hastily. "But I-"

And then chaos erupted.

The hunters sprung from the bushes, bows ready to fire at the elf and their companion. Their eyes were hard and steely and they were ready to pounce.

"Damn pointies!" one yelled. "Always shovin' their nose where it ain't supposed to be. You'll get a home alright - a home in the castle dungeons."

It was the elf's turn to be surprised. The deer stood protectively in front of them, blocking them from potential arrow fire, but the hunters weren't exactly merciful people. They ran to the figure, wrestling the elf away from the clearing as the deer tried to fight back against the attackers. The elf screamed, a desperate, saddening cry, before being shut up by the hunters, and at this point, Gepard felt he had to do something.

He tried to reason with the hunters, but to no avail - the elf had apparently insulted them, and they were set on punishment. The deer kept kicking, so the blonde-haired boy attempted to soothe it, saying that its friend will come back as soon as they could, and that he would help them reunite. The deer, after some minutes, seemingly understood Gepard, and with a quiet, lonely sigh, walked off to the tree where the figure first came from.

The elf was now being carried by the hunters in a stretcher-like fashion through the dense thicket of the woods, the familiar sounds of crackling leaves and the occasional rustle ambient. Gepard leaned to his side to whisper to his best friend, Dunn.

"Do you think they'll be alright?"

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yandere-plague · 1 year

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[Yandere Borderlands Characters]

What they are like before and after kidnapping you part 4

// SPOILERS for the entirety of New TFTB , obsession , forced relationships , kidnapping

Apologies if the NTFTB characters are wierd, they are so fucking hard to write for and are honestly useless at everything. I used the colour purple ALOT bruh.

Athena

Borderlands 1

For this you are a girl sos.

After Atlas tricked her into killing her sister, I feel like she would have some sort of resentment to other women.

If you look anything like her sister she'll feel obligated to keep you safe. Following you around like a lost puppy.

Best way of knocking you out?

This can go two ways.

She'll ask the Vault Hunters to kidnap you.

They don't question it, after all all they want is loot, and getting paid.

If this takes place before that, she'll make a small hideout for you both.

She doesn't know why she wants to protect you, maybe you look like her sister? Or are you too weak to survive on your own?

She coddles you relentlessly, never letting you out of her sight.

She may be cold, but that doesn't stop her from caring.

If you're trying to and or escaped?

She's trained to handle escapees, mostly with execution mind you, but doesn't mean she can't knock you out easily.

The Bandit who kills Bandits!

Nisha Kadam

She isnt shown to really care about people, but deep down, she does.

She hired a deputy a gun-point, through the messages listed by him he's goddamn afraid of her.

You either meet her during B2 as the sherrif of Lynchwood, or before / during the Pre-Sequel.

Because of space I'm only writing for Borderlands 2, send a request if you want me to do the pre sequel :)

You came to Lynchwood to survive. The only way to survive on Pandora is to become the very thing that tries to kill you. Bandits.

Lynchwood seemed just the place for you. Enough to survive and the hint of still humanity with it.

Best way of knocking you out?

Knocking you out? Nonono you're seriously denying the best thing of your life?

All she has to do is point a gun at you, and anyone will do what she says.

What? You still don't want to?

Well then, hope you enjoyed being whipped until you pass out from the pain!

"Hehe, you're cute. Real cute. Now come on, I'm making you my Under-sherrif. Now don't worry about working or anything, just make sure your face is still pretty, and everything is going to be fine."

If you're trying to and or escaped?

How. The. Fuck.

She always keeps an eye on you.

But let's say you slip through the cracks.

Some ex-vault hunters want to kill Nisha, you want to get out of here.

Win win.

After the whole eridium train, the bank bust, she is pissed at them. (and you)

A show down at dawn

Anu

Obsessive + delusional

A woman who puts life before her very own.

Best way of knocking you out? She abhors any sort of violence, but if its for your own safety she will have to knock you out, either hitting you with the device or other, much cruel methods.

If it takes place up on the Atlas base, she physically can't do anything.

Thank god that Rhys is there, honestly your only hope is that he can fire that bitch.

If it takes place on prometha, ohh boy, you are staying with her or the group. Mostly in Frans Frogurt.

If you're trying to and or escaped?

at the end of the game, everyone has acheive their dreams, Anu is moving to Eden-6. Octavio has his own show, and Fran... just runs her shop.

But you? This entire time all you've thought about was freedom. It was everything you wanted.

Every exploit, every opportunity is spent trying to kill or get away from her. Even trying to work with Tediore.

But Susan doesn't care, sort of.

She cares about getting the shard, but as soon as she does she turns on you.

Instead of Octavio, she uses the shard on you.

Dead Alive Dead Alive Dead Alive...

Suddenly you awake in a cell, nobody around except Tediore guards.

Susan betrayed you, you betrayed the group. Is there any hope for you now?

After the whole shard inside her thing you except her to be semi-mad like the others, but she isnt.

"I- I'm sorry for being so protective of you, but we need you in this group, let's put this behind us yes?"

Very wierd for her, you don't trust her, yet.

You had a stupid idea at the end, taking the shards for your own.

You grabbed the shard out of Susan's hand as she tried to use it on herself.

"What are you doing?!" Susan yelled, now only holding the red shard, dropping in onto the floor instantly.

"Im getting out of here, even if it kills me in the process of whatever the hell is going to happen."

You stabbed yourself in the heart with the shard, the nearby veins turning green before fading to its natural hue.

"Give me my other half." 'You' demanded.

"Why do you want to kill them?" A wierd voice in your head.

"Because she's kidnapped me several times, she murdered, or hired contracts on people who have even just spoken to me! She's insane."

"But that does protect life, your life, above all others."

"What the fuck?! Do you even listen to yourself? -elves?"

"I cannot alow this."

The shard exited your body, you fell to the floor in complete and utterly agony.

You were alive, but not free...

If it takes place on Atlas. You're fine! Rhys will help! Probably.

"Uh, sir? (Y/n) has not shown up to work again."

"What? Gosh dangit, send them in."

You walk in, looking at Anu with fear.

"Uh, Sir?"

"You feeling alright (y/n)? Whats up?"

"Can we talk about this, privately? Without Doctor Dhar? I mean, no offence, uh."

"Absolutely not-"

"I adhere to employee privacy, please doctor Dhar, leave immediately."

"Im going to keep you with me, somehow." She muttered under her breath, before leaving.

Octavio

Obsessive + delusional

His friends are the key, and his lock.

This kid wants to be on Dirty 30, the best (and most popular) echonet issue ever!

You'd either have to be in Dirty 30 or know someone in it, like Bivington Bradwick.

Or realistically for him, some promethan nobody.

Best way of knocking you out? His friends, Diamond Danielle can either put a tranquilliser dart in her sniper or Radon can 'carefully' explore nearby you to make you pass out.

When he has you, he had like no idea what to do next. He doesn't plan that far does he?

If you're trying to and or escaped?

Escape... from what? I fucking hate this guy I give up wiwbwiw

#yandere #yandere hcs #yandere imagines #yandere x you #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere borderlands #yandere tales from the borderlands #yandere New Tales from the borderlands

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aquadestinyswriting · 1 year

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Aitheachas Màthair

Summary: Meredith finds her way down to the Contemplation Chamber after waking up in the Fangthane Infirmary to process what has just happened to her youngest son. A flash fiction entry under the prompt "Didn't Mean it".

Words: 565

Tags: @druidx @homesteadchronicles @flashfictionfridayofficial @asher-orion-writes,@warriorbookworm, @odysseywritings, @ashirisu, @blind-the-winds, @writeblrcafe

Warnings: I am 'Dead Dove-ing' these warnings because this is heavy. Grief, Trauma, loss of a child, mention of ritual sacrifice, fantasy cults, implied emotional neglect, character death

Notes: this one is set about 690 years post campaign and is backstory for the current campaign. This is the end point of what started in 'You're Not Alone' (there is a whole bunch that happens in the ten years between these two stories, but they're basically bookends).

I stare into the bubbling metal of the scrying pool of the Contemplation Chamber. Every last medic in the mount is still insisting that I return to the Infirmary, but I can't. I need stillness and quiet to soothe my now utterly shattered heart and soul.

Unbidden, my mind flashes back to the last words Llachlan and I had exchanged with one another. My heart breaks all over again at the memory of the determined snarl on his face as he told me that the Cult he had fallen into treated him better than his own kin and that he Denounced Moradin and all He stood for. That he was leaving to help them destroy everything I held dear and worked so hard to acheive. I start to tremble as the words I had uttered to him rattled in my head,

"Fine! If you want to go an' get yersel' killed tryin' to uphold the beliefs o' that monster, then walk oot that door an' never darken the mount with yer presence again!"

I choke out a sob at the memory of my youngest child, my wee bairn, turning and doing just that. I'd expected him to be gone for a few months, at most, before crawling back and begging forgiveness for making a stupid mistake, as all beardlings asserting their independence do. Once my temper had cooled, I immediately regretted my words. I sent out search party after search party for over three years after that, to no avail. My wee lost lamb was gone, and it was all my fault.

When I finally saw him again, I was certain I was dreaming. But the moment he saw me and called out for me… I should have known it was a trap. Should have realised that the only reason those damned deluded bastards had recruited him was to use him to free that har'ak. And I'd been the one to push him straight into their arms. But... my baby boy had needed me, and I was so desperate to make things right that I was blind to what should have been obvious.

I don't remember what happened after the cultists slit Llachlan's throat. All I know is that, somehow, Ionah hasn't entirely broken free of her shackles and is still bound in the depths of the Pit. At least for now. Little comfort when the only reason she had the potential to escape was because of a petty argument between a mother and her son. I'm pretty sure she's howling with laughter at the irony. All I’ve been told, for now, is that a five mile wide radius around where the cultists had made their lair is now a burnt and scarred wasteland. I dare not ask for further details. For now, I just want to hide away from the world and hope that this is all some horrible dream and I’l wake up to news that my uan beag has come home. Gods, I wish Elowyn was still here.

I force myself back to the present as I feel the comforting embrace of both my Gods surround me. My body heaves as I finally give into my grief. No amount of regret is going to bring my son back, and no amount of 'I didn't mean it' is going to undo what I said to drive him away.

I'm sorry, Llachlan, for everything.

#aquadestinys writing #writeblrcafe #titan fighting fantasy #Ouroboros of Destiny #llachlan bloodvein #meredith gruksdottir #tw: grief #tw: trauma #tw: ritual sacrifice #tw: loss of a child #tw: fantasy cults #tw: emotional neglect (implied)#tw: character death #flash fiction friday

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lgwifey · 2 years

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metanoia

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!liam gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : Y/n grew up with the Gallaghers and after a while, finds certain feelings won't go away. After a few years of one-sided emotions, y/n decides there's only one solition to her problem.

Warnings :

y/s/n = your sister's name (if you don't have one just make one up, or make one up anyways, either works ;) )

1988

A scream rippled through the the semi-detached end terrace house.

It would be a worrying thing if it wasn't the Gallagher's house. And if it wasn't 8:00.

"Shut up !"

"Y/n, is your mam not expecting you home ?"

The two sixteen year olds, Liam and his friend, y/n, had stampeeded their way down the staircase still in their scruffed up red uniforms. Liam had darted straight at Paul, scrapping him for the remote control whilst Peggy questioned the youngest of the group.

"Nah Peggy, she's at me aunty's. Didn't Li tell you ? He said I could stay over."

Peggy turned to look at her youngest who had avenged his title as most annoying Gallagher brother in the fight over the remote and had turned the tele over to bbc four.

"Funny, you didn't mention that Liam ."

"Did I not ? Must've slipped me mind mam."

" 'course you can stay round y/n"

The sixteen year olds gave a smile and a dramatically hard high five before y/n launched herself ontop of Liam, making him move from the armchair, the know to be comfiest chair in the room, and over to the setee. Peggy shook her head comidically at the pair who she was hoping would get together one day.

As they stared at the box playing Top of the Pops, small aspirational comments where made back and forth between the two.

"That's gonna be me someday."

Liam would gesture to the singers occationally.

"I can be your security guard, fight off all your fans like."

Peggy would always smile at y/n's involvement in the band Liam sung in. For not having a tough bone in her body, she sure knew how to keep herself with the rowdy lot.

The moment was slightly ruined by Paul's teasing of the two.

"Or you can be one of Liam's groupies."

Liam obvious started trying to strike up a fight with his older brother in defence whilst y/n shone a highlighting shade of pink, her ears and cheeks burning up like wood thrown on top of a blazing fire.

1990

A slam echoed through the semi-detatched house, a storm of footsteps following it.

Downstairs was wild west empty, y/n could almost imagine the tumble weeds drifting. She gave another huff before rushing up the stairs, straight into the bedroom shared by Liam and Noel. Speaking of who,

"Oh My God ! Noel !"

Y/n found herself rushing back out of the room with a look of horror plastered on her face, the door closed quickly and her screams became internal.

Never in her ten years of friendship with Liam had the eighteen year old walked in on him with one of his weekly hook ups, quite an acheivement in her eyes seeing how he had no mind to ever lock the door. Anyways, in her ten years of appearing at random times at the Gallagher's home she would have never expected Noel to be the person she ever walked in on.

Red flushed her cheeks and her y/e/c irises became noticable as her eyes widened once again.

Y/n had found herself developing a crush on the middle Gallagher boy. It never made sence to her why she did. He was basically a slightly more talented Liam, not that she'd ever tell either of them that. She didn't like Liam, at least not in that way, so why on earth did her brain form a crush on Noel ? Still, he was five years older than her, definatly not going to happen. He was twenty three and she was eighteen, weird.

By the time her mind had stopped wondering, a smudged makeup blonde had made her way past y/n, scowl plastered on her face as she stomped down the stairs of the family home. The teenager's body swivelled to the bedroom door where an agrivated Noel stood with his arms crossed.

"Liam's not 'ere."

Her eyes rolled, body relaxing and overcoming it's initial shock and remenisant states.

"Clearly (!)"

"What did y' want then ?"

He left the bedroom doorframe free for y/n to move onto Liam's bed whilst he slouched on his, the conversation carring on.

It wasn't strange for them to talk much or anything, she probably talked to Noel just as much as she did Liam but normally it wasn't after she'd made awkward eye contact whilst he pounded into one of the boroughs self-proclaimed slags.

"Right urm, well that's kinda the thing."

She completely forgotten what she needed Liam for. The hussel of recent events where more prominant on her mind to be fair.

" 'Ight well why are you still here then, he obviously ain't."

She gave him a glare as the 5'7 man pushed her out of the house after dragging her down the stairs.

"Aw thanks loads Noel, you're so much help lad !"

He slammed the door shut causing the younger girl to flip him the v's and walk backwards out of the front garden, curses being muttered under her breath.

She strolled along the cracked tarmac pavement, a couple of small, broken peices of the grey floor being kicked by her scuffed trainers. As she got further down the path, a group of teenage lads walled up to her with grins plastered on their faces, trackies and jeans swishing as they moved and as the wind pushed against them.

"Alright y/n."

The one at the front of the group pulled the smaller girl into a quick hug, the girl rolling her eyes at him as she pulled out of the hug, looking up slightly to the taller boy.

"Yeah. Y' seen Liams ?"

"Nah sorry lad."

She gave a soft smile, her friend rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he backed up to where the rest of the group where loitering.

"Aw, thanks anyways Sam."

Y/n started walking of, her posture improoving itself from how she was slouched whilst talking.

"I'll call your house if I hear off of him though."

She gave a thumbs up, walking backwards before she spun around to face the direction she was going.

When she got home, her younger sister was in the kitchen with a scowl on her face as she leant forwards against the counter top, reading a magazine which was rested halfway open.

The fake blonde turned around as she heard the door close, giving a snide look to the year older girl.

"Why d'yer go out in public if you're gonna wear that."

The seventeen year old looked up and down at the baggy blue jeans, stripey red and white camisole and the blue denim jacket which her sister wore, not even taking notice of the scruffy trainers.

"I'll 'ave you know, these are me best jeans y' hussy."

The younger girl gave a glare at the name before slamming the laminated pages of the magazine shut and leaving the room in a huff, her pale blue mini skirt riding up as she walked.

Y/n lounged lazily on the couch for a while. She thought about things that had happened that afternoon, and tryed to bleach certain scenes out of her memory.

She mainly thought about how she dressed, that maybe her sister was right. If she dressed a little more girly, a little more like everyone else, would Noel pay more attention to her ?

Okay. That was the plan then.

"Oi, y/s/n !"

The blonde spun around from her small vanity desk as thumps echoed from the staircase and her bedroom door flung open.

"Could you be any louder !?"

"Whatever. Look, I need your help being girly."

The teenager's y/e/c eyes became wide as the words exited her sister's mouth.

She blinked a few times before pintching herself with her white painted nails.

When she was sure it wasn't a dream, she jumped off of her small chair, running over to the girl who was the same height as her.

"Agh ! Okay, we'll start with your clothes, you can borrow some of my tops but my bottoms won't fit you."

"I've got some skirts I think."

"Okay. If we look at those and then we can find something to go with them."

As the girls went to leave to go to the bedroom across the hallway, the phone started ringing in their mum's room and downstairs.

Y/s/n rushed into the floral bedroom, running to pick the phone up first but y/n just about beat her, raising the silver phone up to her ear to hear the strong mancuinan accent of her bestfriend echoing through the machine.

"Alrigh' Birdy. Heard off r'kid you got a pretty nasty shock before."

"Shu'rup y' twat. I were lookin' f' you, where've you been ?"

"Down at Sifters, but we're hangin' at mine tonight. Be here in an hour and bring those mini gins y' mam buys yeah."

"Yeah whatever. See yer. "

"Bye."

The landline rung absent before y/n placed the phone down, turning to her sister in panic.

"We've got an hour."

"Bitch ! Right, you go have a shower and i'll find you an outfit."

The girls split ways before another shout echoed through the house.

"Use my strawberry stuff !"

Soon enough, the once boys-hand-me-downs wearing eighteen year old was walking down the street with a tescos carrier bag filled with different gin flavours and a couple of bottles of tonic water.

She wore a aline, black and white gingham dress, which sat at her mid-thigh, along with a pair of black tights and a white baby tee. She wore her black denim jacket over it and a pair of scuffed white reeboks which y/s/n had attempted to scrub clean with bleaching wipes.

They where planning to be more dramatic with the new look, but seeing how they now, thanks to Liam, had a very short time span to work with, they decided to keep it different but similar.

Still, y/n can't recall wearing a dress after year seven when she was a bridesmaid. Even in highschool, her short, red plaid skirt always got immediatly replaced by trackies as soon as the bell rang.

Before giving two, loud knocks on the front door, she spritzed one of her sister's strawberry scented perfumed onto her wrists and neck like she had been instruced to do, pocketing the small spray onto her jacket afterwards. Normally she would just walk in and shout that she had arrived but, after recent events, she didn't want to chance anything anymore. Soon enough, Liam appeared at the other side of the cheap door with a grimace of his face, messing with sometging in his right hand whilst the other opened the door. At first he didn't notice her, occupited with figuring out how to open the small puzzle box in his hands.

"Urm. Liams ?"

He brunette looked up with an empty emotioned look on his face, soon squinting in confusion at what sounded like his bestfriend but looked like...

Well what looked like a varient of y/s/n.

"Can I come in ?"

Stumbling over his words, Liam have a nod. He stood to the side slightly as she squashed past him.

As y/n walked regularly into the livingroom with the rattleing tescos bag in hand, he closed the front door and watched her with his eyebrows pulled together.

He guessed it was shock but was busy trying to desyfer who he'd just let into him house.

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mostly-mundane-atla · 2 years

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Ursa was seen in flashbacks in the show laughing when Iroh made a joke about burning a city to the ground in his letter, so that does imply she was raised see Fire Nation imperialism as good. Even if she spends a decade living under the abuse of the Fire Nation royal family, that doe not necessarily mean she changed her mind about the wars, so how could you see her unlearning everything she internalized?

Those were Zuko's flashbacks at a point in his life where he longed for simpler times. He also remembered his dad seeming sad that Ursa left only for Ozai in the main timeline to show nothing but disdain for his exiled wife despite the fact that she put him on the throne like he wanted. Similarly, as others have pointed out, Iroh's flashback depicts Azula smiling when Zuko's face is burned, but the way he remembers things, he was looking away and behind her in the crowd, so he would have no way of knowing if she was smiling about it or not. Memories as they appear in the show are imperfect. If Zuko remembers his dad showing feelings he didn't have, then it's hard to believe he wouldn't do so for his mom, whom he was closer to, would want to be more like him, and who symbolizes happier, simpler times for him in a state of emotional turmoil.

Not to mention Ursa was the granddaughter of the Avatar who stood up to the Firelord who started the century of colonizing war (who left him to die to acheive all his genocidal dreams) and there's nothing to suggest her family wasn't fond of him or quietly holding to his beliefs.

In short: i can see it happening because "a traumatized, conflicted boy had a childhood memory of her laughing at one of his uncle's jokes" is flimsy evidence to begin with and there's hints at a more interesting narrative elsewhere.

And if you want a real life historical precedent for what secretly holding onto beliefs the governement doesn't like could entail in Asian history, look into the persecution of Japanese Christians in the 1600s. It's a fascinating and tragic bit of history that doesn't get talked about a lot outside of Japanese media.

Also, and this is the most important thing, Ursa is hot and my writings are for me, not you. There's a big wide fandom out there, someone's bound to be analyzing and writing characters in a way you like.

#response

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existentialdruid · 2 years

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What if we are never meant to have a home ? I mean the only thing which is constant is change and home brings us comfort due to familiarity (an indirect antonym of change)

You know while reading Bhagawad geeta I noticed focus was on two things - sacrifice and detachment. Detachment not in a sense of leaving all worldly duties and just meditate but acknowledge the big picture and accept the fact that nothing is everlasting.

Suffering is inevitable, that much I have accepted. Honestly it's a power booster isn't it? Knowing that you choose your suffering. Because that way we have a purpose, a meaning that keeps hope lighted and makes life less miserable and more valid.

But I want to know if there is an actual home with respect to metaphorical and emotional fulfillment , or is just another important materialistic aspect.

Wouldn't it be better if we focused more on being comfortable with change rather than trying to acheive stability which isn't actually a stability?

I'm gonna be completely real here and this is gonna trigger some existential crisis.

Humans have kept a very bad habit of expecting things and assigning things a meaning. Don't get me wrong it's an amazing evolutionary thing and it's the way we're structured to think, like red means danger. But it's terrible when it comes to talk about the greater meaning cause then meaning has no meaning.

Humans as a concept are just really personal weirdos, we have wants and thoughts and all sort of stuff. Who knows what's meant to be, who knows if there's supposed to be a home isn't that again after all just a concept. But we do have to consider it seriously because we actively live and are affected by such concepts that aren't real. We cannot detach humanity from from the experiences of life as is often done when seeking a greater purpose and a higher outlook.

Who knows what we're here for, is change good or bad? We don't know that, all that we do know is how that affects us. It's really hard to discuss the topic of change because keeping in spirit, circumstances change.

We're humans, it's ingrained that we seek comfort, but we're also built to adapt to change, so why not have both. We already do have both but it's futile to think about it with precision.

I don't prefer bringing religion into this, that brings a whole other concept of humanitarian complexity and dependance but if i pick up sacrifice and detachment as individual concepts-

I feel that humans aren't meant to suffer. But then again I'm being up "meant". Well nothing is really meant to be is it, we just exist. And every thought we have that makes us think it's just us coming to terms with the fact that we do exist and against our better judgement, we do not know what to do. We consider sacrifice good, i do too, but why? Is it to convince ourselves to not be selfish, this is a mortality issue. What about detachment, it's all about seeing the bigger picture and not get too affected and invested in things. It's too help come to terms with life, but what exactly is life. This is again a morality issue. I don't like these, we know nothing about this, we can just speculate what this means, but there it is again, meaning, it's a human nature to find meaning and oh boy philosophy sucks.

Every single thing that we've thought to give us meaning whether it's morals, religion, self-righteousness, coming to terms with suffering, etc it's all futile, it's all nothing. We're on a huge rock, why does this matter??? But it does!!! Isn't that wild. These are human issues, no matter how insignificant we have to deal with these because they do bother us. But they don't have any actual meaning. And there it is again, meaning.

I feel that some humans do require a home, everyone is different too, some people feel better alone but i do feel that way the end of the day we need a place to go when we're tired, to accept us at our lowest, to help us when we can't, to love us when we're lost. It's majorly an emotional fulfillment but aren't we emotional beings?

Being comfortable with change, that's a very broad spectrum don't you think. Yeah we're supposed to get comfortable with change, and i feel that humans already do it very well, it happens and we don't know it. But this doesn't mean that humans are meant to go through violent amounts of change and just be okay with it. Crashing a car and taking it from 60 to 0 is also a change and i wouldn't expect anybody to be okay from it. Some sort of comfort and stability is needed, cause yeah, we're human cmon man isn't that what we're seeking? To stay stable even when everything around us changes. And I'm pretty sure that's where a home plays in, to help us and stop us from losing our head when everything around us is changing rapidly. It's tough, but we're tougher.

#e #asks<3 #I'm loving this

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I'm not like your mother.

My life has always been so complicated.

My parents didn't get along well and it came to be the trigger to being separated.

Being the daughter in the middle of the mess, I had to grow up and look out for my father's and mother's emotional needs. I didn't complain for a few years t'll I had fed up.

Right now, telling the story of how my parents aren't together anymore doesn't feel bad anymore. Knowing that even if they did stay together, they'll be a nightmare to be with.

Unfortunately, living with my parent right now doesn't seem so emotionally safe.

A small change in pattern when he's bothered can trigger interrogations with me and I've always been so uncomfortable with that. You know, funny thing is... he's never caught me on my biggest changes and if he ever did, I don't feel like he sees it as something worth noting.

The fact that I'm trying to win myself over my addictions... which is a losing battle right now and that I don't get myself up right now is because the acheivement of doing something that I love takes a toll on me... I celebrate long. I know it's not a problem that much but the thing is I get nagged for it.

Nevermind, I'm just lazy, maybe?

haha.

Dear father,

I know we aren't close and now that I think about it, even if I were born as a boy, we wouldn't have proper agreements.

Knowing that you think I've been influenced by my mother.

Half true and half lie.

I really wish I could say all of these in person but the thing is your gaze is frightening that after a "talk", I just breakdown and cry.

It would be so hard to try to change how we should be as father and daughter... I'm upset that I'm not as close with you as other fathers are with their daughters... It's like I'm a mistake. I have your blood but we're not close. You push me away thinking I won't even understand why you're doing it. Fathers should know when to talk and that your daughter is more capable to understand with a good reason, not just some "you'll know when you have a family of your own" shit. It's your responsibility to guide me.

I can never forgive you for pushing me away.

I've always been so caring about your emotions and wants before.

I want to be selfish now, because If I don't then I might end up dead.

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yearsofangst · 1 month

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WELCOME TO

welcome to action and consequence

welcome to falling fading into the distance

welcome to loss and misery and despair

welcome to the people who really do care

welcome to acheivement after hard work

welcome to karma biting you in the ass you jerk

welcome to finding your one true love

welcome to "you'll get it when you give it up"

welcome to happiness welcome to joy

welcome to crashing and burning oh boy

welcome to highs and welcome to lows

welcome to failing because you learn too slow

welcome to hate because you don't fit in

welcome to the world of original sin

welcome to "go on dive right in head first"

welcome to "don't jump man your life could be worse"

welcome to being a total bitch

welcome to realizing you make yourself sick

welcome to my realization that i just rhymed bitch with sick

#2007

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simon67simon · 2 years

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Tab Guitar Software - Some Choices

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three-headed-monster · 2 years

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please don't think i'm forcing you to talk about tz because i'm also tired of him haha i just wanted to say i agree with your thoughts on how nhl is promoting over the top american players as if they're the only ones with personalities. if the red wings rookies had the same venue, i'm sure the fans would love them as well. we have a talented young core, but the league and espn are targeting americans players from the 2019 draft class to be their new faces.

no no you're okay anon! this was very nice and a very reasonable take.

i think a lot of the reason why the 2019 draft class is being targetted is because of tz and jack, who seem more cocky and personable compared to other usntdp boys. because let's be real. they're never gonna do press on turcs or boldy or even cole. they just want the guys they don't have to pull stories from and are immediately open to talking about themselves.

and to be honest? that's kinda lazy.

i get that they want to promote the guys that seem the most interesting, and americans for the espn/tnt deals. but if you just looked a little closer, ASKED the question that you ask tz and jack to the canadians, the europeans, the russians, you'd probably find that a lot of them have amazing and fun answers.

this is why i love casual podcasts like the showbound podcast and pucks in deep because they interview guys that you've never heard of and find ways to get stories out of them to make you fall in love. and idk i just find it lazy that the nhl can only find 2 guys to market out of ALL of the young guns just because it's just "too hard" to get answers from someone who doesn't speak english as their first language or isn't cocky enough to brag about their acheivements immediately.

hockey players aren't robots. but their marketing? makes them seem so.

#ask #tw tz #q speaks

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ljf613 · 3 years

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Why Azula Doesn’t Need a “Redemption”

I recently read this fabulous meta by @deliciousmeta about some of the issues with saying that Azula needs a “redemption,” and I completely agree and wanted to expound on it.

The term redemption arc is so ubiquitous in fandom, especially when talking about Azula, and I hate it, but I can’t get away from it. If I want people to recognize that what I write is in any way about understanding or humanizing Azula, let alone about working on her healing or actively trying to do better, I have to tag it with “Azula Redemption,” or people won’t know what I’m talking about.

So let’s talk a little more about the concept of “redemption” within the Avatar world.

The show does use the term redemption, particularly with Zuko and the Fire Nation, but it’s not talking about some arbitrary concept of “good person” vs “bad person.” No, words like “redemption” and “restoration” are specifically used regarding one thing: honor.

Before we go any further, let’s define our terms:

[ID: Dictionary definition of the word “Redemption”: Noun 1. the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil. 2. the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt. End ID]

Redemption has two separate meanings. The first is about being saved from sin/evil, and @deliciousmeta already went into many of the issues with this, but I’ll add one more point: it’s passive. There’s a person being saved, and another person doing the saving-- and the show itself rejects this. Iroh, no matter how hard he tries, can’t save Zuko. Zuko has to make his own decision to leave on his own terms.

The second definition is the one that’s important right now-- regaining something lost. Zuko (and the Fire Nation) has (or at least, believes he has) lost his honor, and he wants it back.

(Side note: That idea of reclamation/repossession is also something to consider when talking about Aang/the Air Nomads, the Water Tribes, and the Earth Kingdom regaining everything they’ve lost in the war. (I might discuss that in another post.) Redemption isn’t generally the word you hear in regards to victims, but it does apply.)

[ID: Dictionary definition of the word “Honor”: Noun 1. high respect; great esteem. 2. adherence to what is right or to a conventional standard of conduct. Verb 1. regard with great respect. 2. fulfil (an obligation) or keep (an agreement). End ID]

From Zuko’s very introduction, we see that he does honor his word, even when his opponents don’t. He told Aang he would leave the Water Tribe village in peace, and he kept his word, even when Aang did not.

Zuko’s obsession with redeeming his honor (again, that second definiton of redemption) is because he has conflated the two meanings of “honor”; he lost his esteem (read: privilege), and he thinks that somehow means he’s lost his integrity. In his obsession with regaining the first, he loses the second. This culminates in “The Crossroads of Destiny.” When he turns his back on Iroh in Ba Sing Se, he has broken the trust Iroh had in him-- he’s dishonored himself.

(Which, in a sense, is a microcosm for how the Fire Nation lost their honor-- they broke the trust all four of the nations had for each other.)

When he returns to the Fire Nation, he has what he thinks he wanted-- esteem and respect (read: his father’s “love”). But it’s a hollow shell of what it should be. He’s always been a person of integrity-- the person who’s being honored isn’t him. (Or, at least, it isn’t who he wants to be.)

And so this time, he rejects that first definition of honor. In essence, he says that respect is useless if the person’s actions aren’t deserving of respect.

In doing so, he takes back-- he redeems-- his real honor.

That’s what Zuko’s redemption arc is about. It’s not about “becoming a good person” or “being saved from evil,” it’s about taking back what he already had.

So I have no problem with calling Zuko’s story a redemption arc, because that’s what it is: a tale of a boy, and eventually, a nation, taking back what they’ve lost-- their honor-- through his own hands.

Any narrative about Azula, however, can’t be about that.

There are two reasons for this.

First off, Azula herself doesn’t care about honor. Unlike Zuko, her honor has never been something she valued. In “The Chase,” she rejects the very notion of honor when, after claiming that “a princess surrenders with honor,” she breaks her word. For Zuko, his honor is an integral part of his value system and who he is, but Azula has never even entertained the question-- if it doesn’t help her acheive her goals, it’s worthless.

Second, as I’ve mentioned, true redemption is about regaining something that’s been lost. What does Azula have to regain? Azula’s drive has always been about getting things she doesn’t have. (See Mirror & Misdirection - The Distortions of the Mirror Scene from @cobra-diamond for more on Azula’s goals and motivations.)

And the most of the things she’s lost are things she can’t get back:

Her relationships with Mai and Ty Lee were flawed from the beginning. Even if she does build new ones with them, they can’t be the same. Her relationship with Zuko might not have started wrong, but it’s become so warped and deformed, I don’t think either of them could get it back to the way it was-- nor should they. Most people have a different type of relationship with their siblings as adults than they did when they were children, and that’s okay. Her relationship with her mother is fractured and messy-- even if they did want to make up, it would, again, have to be a different kind of relationship. (And if you’ve been following me for any period of time, you also know my feelings on her relationship with Lu Ten, which, obviously, she can’t get back.)

Anything else-- her relationship with Ozai, her title and status, and that expectation of being a perfect princess-- are things she probably shouldn’t get back, because they would do more harm than good.

So no, an Azula story would not-- could not-- be about redemption.

Ideally, a narrative focusing on Azula would focus on two things: healing and atonement.

[ID: Dictionary definition of the word “Healing”: Noun the process of making or becoming sound or healthy again. Adjective tending to heal; therapeutic. End ID]

[ID: Dictionary definition of the word “Atonement”: Noun 1. reparation for a wrong or injury. 2. (in religious contexts) reparation or expiation for sin. End ID]

(Read @deliciousmeta‘s take on the difference between “redemption” and “atonement.” In short, redemption is about “being saved” from “inherent badness,” while atonement is about taking responsibility for your actions and doing the best you can to try and fix the wrongs you’ve done.)

At the end of ATLA, Azula has what, in layman’s terms, is commonly referred to as a mental (or nervous) breakdown. I’ve seen arguments about how that “proves” she’s a “horrible person” (coming back to OP’s argument about our obsession with categorizing people as “good” or “bad”), and I’ve seen competing arguments calling this ableist and furthering the stigmatization of mental illness.

I’ve talked about nervous breakdowns before, but here’s the gist: they are a body’s way of crying out for help. In real life, mental breakdowns are meant to be followed with the sick person (because mental illness is just as much an illness as cancer or sickle-cell anemia) actually getting the help they need.

What Azula needs is help-- preferably from an adult who hasn’t been personally affected by her actions, and who she doesn’t have pre-existing negative feelings about. She needs to be willing to accept that help (because you cannot help someone who refuses to be helped). And she needs to come to the realization that she has made mistakes-- that her actions have hurt people.

Only then will she be able to start making atonement for her actions.

What would that look like? I’m not sure, but I’ve got some ideas......

(No, I’m not going to tell you what they are, I have to leave some surprises for my future fics!)

#avatar the last airbender #meta #azula #zuko #azula's redemption arc #or not #zuko's redemption arc #mental illness #mental breakdown #thoughts #honor #healing #atonement

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I kinda feel like talking about Kuroko's basketball so I'm gonna.

Okay so let's first talk about each characters philosophy on basketball.

Kuroko: as the main character, his philosophy is the one tested most frequently and eventually wins everyone over. Kuroko's basketball is all about teamplay, hardwork, and doing everything you can to achieve victory for and with your team. Solid basketball

Kise: honestly we didn't really get to know kise's basketball before kuroko beat him and changed it, but kise still keeps his own philosophy. Kise's basketball is to be a true ace. Somebody his teammates can rely upon no matter the circumstances. He adopts kuroko's teamplay philosophy but while he finds his strength in his teammates kise does his best to carry his team through it all.

Midorima: Midorima's basketball is diligence, practice, and "doing everything you possibly can." Midorima tries his best to eliminate chances and gambling and hope from his game. He narrows all avenues to get the highest chance of winning. He isn't against teamplay he just eliminates the risk of his team failing by taking the burden on himself. Kuroko teaches him to take risks and gambles on his teammates because even his strength can be bested. His philosophy on hard work was identical to Kuroko's but midorima being unwilling to trust in others to work just as hard as him made them fierce enemies.

Aomine: okay aomine has an amazing philosophy. You hopefully remember his "the only one who can beat me is me" quote and that summarizes part of his philosophy. Aomine works to meet a rival or rivals who can get his heart racing in a game he's not sure he will win or lose when the final buzzer sounds. Aomine in many ways is the hardest working member of the generation of miracles but he had to start forcing himself to hold back and weaken so he could have some hope of challenge. Aomine's second half of his belief is to never give up, no matter the odds. He wants to be the best going against the best and wants to prove his own glory against the best.

Murasakibara: Murasakibara is an oddity. Being so naturally physically gifted gave him a bored outlook on basketball. Because he could dominate so easily he never needed to try very hard and never had to develop anything beyond I win therefore I play. I think murasakibara's basketball wasn't to show that hardwork loses to natural gifts, but that hardwork alone can't get you where you want to be. Murasakibara could enter the zone which proves he loves basketball more than anything it just took awhile for anyone to become mentally strong enough to overcome his natural gifts.

Akashi: boy oh boy oh boy. Alright Emperors eye akashi is all about perfection. Winning in the perfect way. To lord over all and to establish himself as the ultimate player beyond anything anyone can hope to acheive. Real Akashi still has parts of the perfection outlook, but its more pushing himself to make his team and him the absolute best version of themselves. Not to lord over others but because the true victory is the one against themselves. Winning came so naturally to akashi that the only opponent left to beat was himself.

The basketballs of all the players are really fun to analyze and this is totally just a quick blurb on my thoughts on them, but feel free to add your own takes or question mine. Kurokos basketball is my favorite sports anime (I mean, basketball with super powers is a pretty awesome premise) so yeah

Next I'll rank the powers of certain players in KnB so look out for that eventually...

#kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #the basketball which kuroko plays #that basketball

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generalblizzarddreamer · 3 years

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Book recommendations based on your Hogwarts house!

A/N I’ve been watching a lot of these videos on youtube and it inspired me to make this post! I hope you enjoy. I love Harry Potter and the fandom but just to be clear I don’t support J.K Rowling and her trans/homophobic statements and the fact that she is ruining the series by adding more to it.

Ravenclaw house 💙🦅(my house)

The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown

This book just screams Ravenclaw to me. The cults, the science, the research, the history, the small facts on the Smithsonian... literally everyting except the characters themselves and the plot is real. There is so much knowledge to be gained from reading this book and the plot is thick and exciting.

Strange the Dreamer duology by Laini Taylor

Another book that screams Ravenclaw... Strange the Dreamer and the world and the culture is so thick and is presented in lyrical and intelligent word play that any self respecting Ravenclaw should definitely give this book a try. You will not be disappointed! I know I wasn’t! The main character (Lazlo Strange) is also a Ravenclaw so that is always a perk.

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

This book is like a well thought out chess game. The writing styles that the two authors develop is addicting and the letters going back and forth between the two character is so intriguing. There so much strategy and wit in this book that I had to put it on this list for Ravenclaw.

Wendy Darling by Colleen Oarkes

I love this book so much. I think it’s a book that is worthy of Ravenclaw just because of it’s creativity and the twist that Colleen Oakes put on Peter Pan. I think sometimes we forget that it isn’t just wit, wisdom, and knowledge (although this book is definitely witty and has some wise messages) that Ravenclaws value but also creativity.

Bonus book: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. This book is the most Ravenclaw book ever. Need I say more.

Gryffindor ❤️🦁

Lore by Alexandria Bracken

The plot is tense, most of the characers are Gryffindors, book praises bravery, cowardice is something that is punishable ad frowed upon... the list goes on and on. Lore is filled with high stakes and brave acts that Gryffindor’s will admire.

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

It was so hard to put one of my all time favorite books in here just solely because it’s not my house (that was not a dig on Gryffindor please don’t attack me). Bree is such a Gryffindor and does so many of the things I can see the golden trio doing. High stakes, daring acts, Gryffindor cast, a Griffindor x Griffindor relationship, perfect for any Gryffindor looking for a book full of twist and turns and bravery.

The City we Became by N.K Jemisin

This one gives me Gryffindor vibes for the same reasons the other ones do (thrills, daring acts, Gryffindor characters etc). Except for one thing. This book could have easily been placed into Slytherin since the main character uses his cunning to change his identity according to what city he is in at the moment. But I put this book here because I think it shows how Gryffindor and Slytherin are two sides of the same coin.

Raft by S.A Bodeen

This one was a bit of stretch. Raft is a bit of a unpopular book, I’ve seen people say it was just meh, or bad. I actually really enjoyed this book though and I think how the main character (Robie) deals with being stranded and jumping out of a plane to survive gives me Gryffindor feels. I also think Gryffindors are the kind of people to enjoy a good survival book.

Bonus: The Hunger Games

Slytherin 💚🐍

Vicious duology by V.E Schwab

Most (if not all) of the characters in this book are so cunning and ambitious and determined to meet their goal that makes it such a Slytherin book. Vicious also makes you question morality and the characters motivations that Slytherins will appreciate this book even more because of it. Bonus: V.E Schwab is a Slytherin. Just saying.

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

I don’t know what about this book makes me think “Slytherin” but it does. Maybe it’s because it’s about using magic in a cunning way to win, the characters, the main characters mentors (although I think they are both definitely Slytherins). But this book screams Slytherin to me, just for unknown reasons.

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

I don’t really think I need to explain why this is a Slytherin read so I’ll just put one character name: Kaz Brekker. Kaz is such a Slytherin. He uses cuning and resourcefulless to pull off crazy heists, blackmail people and get what he wants to survive a gang ridden city. And he he put up a calm face even though he may be freaking out on the inside through everything, never revealing his full plan. I feel like these are all such Slytherin things to do, not gonna lie.

Ash Princess by Laura Sebastian

Oh boy, I could right pages and pages on why I think this is a Slytherin book but I’ll stick to a mini paragraph. The “Ash Princess”, Theodosia, uses cunning and strategy to take back her kingdom. She manipulates to get close to certain people to achieve her goal. And even though she doesn’t necessarily think that these are good things to do, she recognizes taking her kingdom back and acheiving her goal is more important. Sound like a certain house?

Bonus: Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire (So many Slytherin vibes in this book)

Hufflepuff 💛🌿🦡 (I had to put a plant just as a nod to the Hufflepuff common room)

Dash and Lily’s Book of Dares by Rachel

This. Book. Is. So. Cute. I didn’t put this in here just because it was cute though, after reading it, it gave me so many feels and Hufflepuff vibes that I had to put it here.

Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay

Just going to say this: Hufflepuffs are great finders. This whole book centers around a girl finding her brother. She shows loyalty because she travels around the world to find him. Does that seem extrememly Hufflepuff-y or is it just me?

Guardians of Childhood series by William Joyce

Hear me out, every Hufflepuff has an inner child as well as a badass inside them, they aren’t all soft (Tonks is proof). The guardians are protectors of children (as the title indicates) but they also kick butt. I think Hufflepuff’s of all ages will enjoy it, and yeah it’s a kids book but to quote C.S Lewis; “someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again”.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Ok though, but Pride and Prejudice could fit everywhere on here. Lizzie is a Raveclaw, Mr. Darcy is a Hufflepuff, Mrs. Bennet is a Gryffindor (she gives me Mrs. Weaseley vibes. Especially in the 2005 movie), etc. But I’m putting it here because it’s such a Hufflepuff thing to ship Mr. Darcy and Lizzie (seriously though every Hufflepuff I’ve met say that this is their OTP). Just read it and watch as it become your OTP too.

Bonus: Peter and the Starcatchers by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson

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Jim’s Best Friend

Part Twenty Two - Talking Technology, 2/2

Word Count: +3.2K

Author’s Note: Agh, here it is! I was struggling to edit this chapter, get it just right, but I hope you like it! Bit of Jim x Reader fluff for you, not a lot of plot for this one, but Dinner Party is coming soon, but some more Y/N drama sooo... stay tuned.

Warning: none

For previous chapters, click here.

March, 2008.

"Today is the launch party, and I can say with a whole lot of certainty I don't actually want to stay late tonight." Y/N said to the camera, looking over at Jim, who was sat to her left, their hands brushing against each other. He smiled at her words, at her laugh.

"Ryan's party is happening tonight over conference call. And we were planning to appear for exactly 9 minutes and 32 seconds-" Jim began to laugh, Y/N practically bouncing in her seat.

"It's statistically the most comfortable point to leave a meeting." She exclaimed with pride. "Ever since I became receptionist, I started noting down reactions during meetings. 100% the best time to leave anything you don't want to be at is 9 minutes and 32 seconds in."

"Anyway. There's a movie marathon going on at the cineplex, we thought we could spend our night doing something that's actually fun." Jim nodded as he spoke, finally taking Y/N's hand in his and giving it a squeeze.

"Oh, meeting Jim's parents?" Y/N repeated the producer's question, going a little red in the face. "I think they like me, which is great. I don't know what I would do if they didn't." Jim rolled his eyes.

"They love her, just like I..." He trailed off, the pair both blushing. Jim quickly smiled to the team, leading Y/N out into the bullpen, the pair bursting into laughter as they left.

Tonight was the Launch Party for the website, and the past week had been constant prepping and planning on your part. While Angela had been in charge of the party itself, Ryan had brought you on as a languages assistant, as bizarre as it sounded, to make sure translations into other languages were fluent and accessible. You had checked everything out from top to bottom, the task taking up a lot of your evenings, and you were more than glad that you could now just focus on copying files and sending out emails, forwarding calls.

The day of the launch, you sat in the break room, Jim by your side, taking a chance to have a coffee and a catchup. Both you and Jim hadn't seen each other outside of work since the Saturday morning before, your extra hours mixing with something Jim was planning, though he wouldn't say what. Now, having officially signed off papers with Toby to make your relationship official, you could hold his hand in the office without fear of being caught.

"So, uh, I don't know how to tell you this..." Jim started, your face falling immediately. His usual playful tone wavered, his hand squeezed yours tighter. You couldn't help but expect bad news. "Dwight and Angela... They've been dating for like, eight months now." Jim stage whispered, taking a deep breath as he got it off his chest, his undeniable smile returning. And you had to laugh: a mixture of relief and the fact that Jim was totally off the mark. "Yeah, I was going to wait to tell you, but I've been holding back."

"Well, Pam told me otherwise." You responded, taking a drink of your coffee, a smirk on your lips. "Try two years... And they broke up."

"What? When? How?" Jim seemed astounded. "How could you not tell me?"

"You didn't tell me..." You retorted, biting your lip to hold back a giggle. "Before your barbeque, if you can believe. And, from what Pam has reported, it was all sorts of chaos. But, to sum it up, Dwight mercy killed Angela's cat."

"Dwight killed Sprinkles?"

"Dwight killed Sprinkles."

"Wow..." Jim muttered, running a hand through his hair. He had trimmed it again, even taken the time to style it that morning instead of his dashin Boy Charming look he usually went for. Before the pair of you could discuss more, Phyllis knocked on the break room door, and you removed your hand from Jim's, waving her in.

"Phyllis, you don't need to knock, it's the break room." You reminded the older coworker, who smiled and looked you over.

"Your new shoes are nice, Y/N." Phyllis complimented you, and you smiled. "Just so you know though, when a new client calls you can't just transfer them to Jim, there are other salepeople on the floor. You can't base everything off of your sex life." The insult came quick, and you did your best to keep the smile on your face, nodding and waving as she disappeared again, you and Jim sharing a look. It only took you a few more moments to finish your coffee, standing from your chair and dumping the cup in the trash.

"I should go, I have calls to transfer to everyone but you." You said with a nervous laugh, heading for the door before Jim quickly grabbed your hand, spinning you back to face him.

"Don't work too hard, ok? You deserve a break, the last thing you needed was Phyllis on your tail." Jim comforted you, giving your hand a final squeeze before you headed back out to the reception desk, taking your seat, calling back the first voicemail on the machine.

"Of course sir. I can transfer you to a salesperson now." You said after a few minutes on the phone, transferring the call straight to Phyllis, hoping it might get her off your back. By the smile on her face, you had managed to acheive the hoped for outcome.

"Y/N, my dear, sweet Y/N." A voice called to you, Michael stood at his office door, his eyes bloodshot from a distance. "Will you come in here?" He asked, and you quickly grabbed a notepad, used to Michael's ramblings. Last week he had asked you into a meeting to jot down a new casserole recipe. "That won't be needed." He said quickly, walking back to his desk, urging you to follow him. You walked into the office as Jim walked back out of the annex, you sending a shrug his way as you locked eyes.

"Michael, what can I assist with?" You asked, closing over the door and taking a seat. The tissue pile on his desk made it abundantly clear he had been upset. "What did Jan do?" you asked, leaning forward and holding out a hand, with Michael quickly took. Ever since he and Jan had gotten together again, which you often reminded yourself was because of Jan's boobjob, Michael's life had slowly spiralled downhill. He wasn't as happy as usual, he had even sold the Sebring, though he wouldn't say why. Jan wasn't in New York anymore, currently unemployed, and Michael was the sole income maker in that dreadful condo.

"I'm meant to be at this New York for this party tonight, VIP, exclusive, and Jan won't come with me. Said it was stupid..." Michael huffed, throwing a tantrum like a four-year old, causing you to sigh.

"What do you need me to do? Tell her you're in meetings all day?" You asked, and Michael shook his head.

"Would you come to the New York party with me? Be my plus one? I don't want to look like a loser." Michael begged, and you couldn't help but glance at the door. You had noticed the movie tickets on Jim's desk earlier, he had already gone to the toruble of buying them. You looked back at Michael and smiled, quickly standing up.

"Can I get back to you at lunch?" You asked, and Michael nodded, still looking sad. "Thanks, Michael." You smiled briefly, slipping out of the office and being met by Jim's smile, his chair turned to face you.

"No inappropriate conduct in the workplace." Dwight said in a drawl, his eyes not moving from his screen. It might have been the first time you had seen Dwight unshaven, his tie loose and his shirt buttoned wrong. Both you and Jim chose to ignore him.

"What happened in there?" Jim asked, and you took a seat on his desk.

"Michael needs a plus one for the New York party, asked me to go..." You said softly, Jim's hand coming to your leg, rubbing a circle on your thigh. "I think I have to cancel date night. Any chance you can get those tickets refunded?"

"This doesn't sound like taking work easy." Jim said with a smile, and you sighed. "No problem, we can go tomorrow." He assured you, the fax machine beeping and forcing you back to work. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but Jim sent you off with a pat on the leg and a lopsided grin, silently promising you it was alright that you went to New York.

You headed back to your desk, reading the fax from Corporate over quickly, waving Michael out of his office. He moved with little enthusiasm, taking three times the usual amount of time to get to your desk, and huffing as he stood across from you.

"Michael, the Corporate press release." You passed the fax over to your boss.

"The what?"

"I emailed you on Tuesday about it? Ryan wants you to share it with everyone." You reminded him, taking a deep breath and forcing a smile. "Also, I made sure I can go to New York tonight. I'll drive us." You added, hoping to lift his spirits a little.

"He wants me to share it, does he?" Michael asked, a small smile forming as he processed the information you gave him.

"Yes, he does."

"Mm... Ok." Michael sighed, turning to the rest of the office. "Attention Earthlings. I have some news." He started to make beeping noises, and you tried not to groan too loudly. "Ok. Today's the big day that I'm heading to New York to attend a party with sushi and important people. On an unrelated note, if anyone has an interesting anecdote that is not boring and easy to memorise, please drop by my office before I leave. Thank you."

"Whoops." Jim said, his eyes having scanned over the fax in Michael's hand as he spoke. "Was that really what Ryan wanted you to tell us?" He asked Michael, sending a wink your way as you replied with a grateful smile.

"And..." Michael glance at the note in hand quickly. "Today the Dunder Mifflin Infinity website officially launches. The comapny is projecting record high sales, and that by 6 o'clock, the website will be the new best salesman in the company." Michael finished, heading back for his office. "Wow, watch out Dwight."

"That's ridiculous." Dwight responded, monotone. "I'm not gonna be beaten by a website."

"Actually, it sounds like you are." Jim cut in, teasing his coworker.

"Really?" Like always, Dwight fell straight into the trap, getting defensive. "Cause Ryan says so?"

"That's from Ryan?" Kelly asked. "Does it mention if he's seeing anybody?" The last time Ryan had been in the office, Kelly had lied about being pregnant. It was fun to watch Ryan become flustered, you weren't going to lie.

"No, it doesn't. I'll find out tonight." Michael said quickly.

"Yes." Stanley rolled his eyes. "Please let us know." He said sarcastically, causing you to bite back a laugh.

"I can make more sales than a computer." Dwight announced, pulling attention back to his point. "In fact, I challenge that website to make more sales than me today."

"Waste of time..." Angela spoke up, her head in her files, drawing a frown from Dwight's expression.

"What's that, Pipsqueak?" Michael asked, taking a chance to taunt the petite woman. You weren't bothered by it, Angela had said more than enough about you to make you dislike her.

"Waste of time." She reapeated. "The website's going to win."

"You believe a computer can beat me?" Dwight looked genuinely hurt by the insinuation.

"I don't care, but yes."

"Well, I will prove you wrong."

"I don't care and you won't." The two ex-lovers went back and forth, and a text pinged through on your phone.

That's a healthy relationship right there... xx

Jim had texted, and you sent a playful glare his way, making him smile a little wider. The next thirty minutes focused on Andy and Dwight drawing up a plan of attack for Dwight to beat a computer, a computer, at selling paper, Jim taking every opportunity to wind them both up. Angela and Phyllis were focusing on set up for the satellite party, and you pretended your very hardest to look busy, so as to not get roped into anything. Angela and Dwight were both unpleasant to begin with, you didn't need any of it directed at you that day.

Jim came over to your desk just as the website went live, hands in pockets as he walked over to your desk, just as you finished up a call.

"What would you say if I told you we could pull a prank on Dwight and, at the same time, not be working?" Jim asked quietly, quickly adding on to it when your brow furrowed. "You need a chance to chill today, and if we can't do movies, this is a good alternative." He offered. With a smile like his, you could never say no, you knew that. He knew it too.

"Jim, he's just been dumped." You tried one last time to convince your boyfriend it might not be a good idea.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. But's he's also being super anmoying, and I'm not a perfect person." A sudden air horn followed Jim's words, and your eyes widened.

"What do you have in mind?" You asked, Jim explaining the ruse to you while picking up a file, doing his best to be discreet. You quickly opened up the office's instant messenger system, signing in as 'DunMiff/sys'.

You had a few hours to kill before driving to New York, and the smile Jim gave you as he headed back to his desk, so proud of you both, it made the next few hours of torment seem a lot more fun.

You were kind of glad to leave the office early, even if it meant driving for two hours to New York, and bailing on date night with Jim. You both knew Michael needed to boost, and after Dwight had told you to fuck off in binary code, it seemed like a good idea to leave before it turned ugly.

You were leaving Pennsylvania as the ringing from the bear horn finally subsided from your ears, and glanced over to see Michael reading 'Green Eggs and Ham' by Dr Suess to your right.

"Have you read this?" Michael asked, and you nodded, keeping your eyes on the road.

"When I was four I did, yeah. It's a kids book." You replied, kind of confused why Michael had brought it with him.

"I got it for Ryan. I wanted to get him 'Oh The Places You'll Go' but they were sold out at Barnes and Noble."

"You realise the books are really, really not the same right?" You let out a little laugh, shaking your head. Michael was oblivious at the best of times, and you were quite glad that no-one else in the office was having to ecperience this conversation in your place.

As you finally left Pennsylvania, Michael suddenly blew two kisses into the air.

"It used to be one." You commented. "Whenever you left, you always have blown one before."

"One for me, one for Jan." Michael explained, and you nodded in understanding. "You know, you and Jim should come over for dinner sometime."

"Oh, uh, I don't know Michael."

"What about next Friday?"

"You know Jan and I sort of fell out..." You said honestly, and Michael decideed not to push the subject further. For the past year, Jan and your relationship had been rocky, and you, quite frankly, didn't like the way she treated Michael one bit. "Can you start giving me directions? Tell me where we're going?" You asked, changing the subject. It seemed to be a good idea, Michael perking back up as he read out the information from a printed sheet of paper.

"I can tell you right now, and shall, my good friend. It's a club called Chatroom, and there's a password to get in, which is actually 'password', so..." Michael nodded as he read along, and you let out a sigh, quickly pulling off at the next turn off. "What are you doing?"

"Are there 'w's before the name of the club, Michael?" You asked, pulling into the rest stop and parking the car.

"Yes, why?"

"It's an invitation to the online party..." You said, pulling out your phone to call Jim.

"But... I need to call Ryan." Michael decided, stepping out of the car. You quickly dialled jim's number, glancing at the time. If you were lucky, you might be able to make that movie marathon still.

"Well, hello. What do I owe the pleasure? Aren't you driving?" Jim asked, and you let out a strained laugh.

"It was an invite to the online party, Michael is shouting down his phone to Ryan now... I have a feeling I'll be back in Scranton by the time that satellite party starts, and I really need something fun tonight." You confessed, finally agreeing with Jim. This whole launch had done nothing but stress you out. The dashboard clock hit 6 o'clock.

"I still have the tickets for the movies, and a surprise for when you get back." Jim assured, and you smiled.

"Hey, how did Dwight do?" You asked, and Jim took a moment.

"He won..." The disbelief was real, and it made you smile. Jim always made you smile.

"Is Angela getting on at him?"

"A little."

"Does he look sad?"

"Yeah."

"AI systems are fair players Jim... He needs to be congratulated." You instructed, saying a quick goodbye as Michael got back into the car. "Everything good?"

"Back to Scranton... I have a party to upstage." Michael declared, and you sped off back west, trying to hold onto the idea of a movie date with Jim instead of focusing on Michael's rage-driven ramblings about Ryan.

By the time you got back to Scranton, it was maybe fifty minutes or so until the party began. Michael began marching around, ordering Angela about to make the Scranton brnach party better than the New York corporate one, but by this point you were tired, so mentally exhausted from extra work and the nonsense of the day that you began collecting your stuff, just desperate to get out of the office.

"So, I know you said that you leave 9 minutes and 32 seconds into a party, but is there any chance I could convince you to leave 46 minutes and 13 seconds before one instead?" Jim came up to your desk, placing the movie tickets in front of you. "We could get Alferdo's beforehand, make a proper night of it?" He offered, and Michael seemed to have overheard.

"What are you two lovebirds talking about?" Michael asked, and you and Jim shared a look, rather desperate to not be roped into staying.

"You should order Alfredo's for tonight." You blurted out quickly, and Jim nodded in agreement.

"Alfredo's, huh? Interesting..." Michael muttered, jogging back to his office.

"Go now?" Jim asked, walking to his desk and picking up his shoulder bag.

"Now." You agreed, the pair of you grabbing coats and heading out the door before anyone could call you out on it.

By Monday, the pair of you would be filled in by Andy and Kelly on everything you missed: from Michael's speech calling out Ryan to the abduction of the pizza delivery kid, followed by Andy serenading Angela and Michael heading to New York after all with Dwight. In truth, you couldn't care less.

You spent that launch party night eating good pizza, Alfredo's Pizza Café, and catching a Indiana Jones marathon at the movies with Jim... Followed by other events you would rather keep private for now.

Truth was, Jim knew how to make you happy, and he had proved himself time and time again. It was why you knew you loved him.

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