#but I guess this is what happens when we wreck the environment

[the-bibrarian]

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#the bees are rising up against their oppressors!! #but seriously #maybe we should– #i dont know #stop carrying millions of bees in trucks??? #but I guess this is what happens when we wreck the environment

[hephaesta]

The rain...

Question: Where do you go?

Response: Walk forward, but not all the way.

The image of Deema creeping out of the cottage with her fan or whatever other tools she has up her sleeve for long-distance weather casting drives you to jog through the grass and get closer to the clouds. You slow down when the ache you’ve been growing accustomed to blooms in your knuckles. Over your shoulder the figures of Moss and his horse have grown indistinct and ahead of you the clouds loom a moody grey.

This will be close enough to reach them with your fan.

You adjust Reginald in the front of your jacket to make sure he has a good view of the frankly stunning scenery, and then lay a few crystals on your open palm. The wind will pick up soon, going off how your hands feel. You use the fan to blow the crystals up in the air and straight ahead of you, and blow more to the clouds on your left and right without bothering to stop and watch what happens.

After judging the clouds as sufficiently dealt with (the growing ache in your knuckles has nothing to do with it) you pull your mitts on and retreat to where Moss and his horse are. He raises his eyebrows when he sees Reginald tucked in your jacket.

‘Bring that bird everywhere?’

‘He’s a good lad,’ you say as you crawl in the wagon.

Moss clicks his tongue at his horse. When the wagon starts moving he asks, ‘What did you do there?’

‘Uh, getting those clouds to let some rain out before it reaches the town.’

‘Let’s see if we can stay dry,’ he says, and flicks the reigns.

But it doesn’t take long for light rain to catch up to you.

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The rain is still drizzling down on you when you reach Wreck Reef but it doesn’t show any signs of getting heavier.

You alight from the wagon as gracefully as you can, given how the ache in your joints hasn’t completely faded. Even with the sigils, your mitts and jacket aren’t able to keep you completely warm and dry and you’re more than ready to cast them off.

‘Done,’ you announce when you open the door.

‘Sloppy,’ Deema says without looking up.

‘First time,’ you counter.

She mutters something under her breath that sounds remarkably like ‘poor excuses’ and rolls her eyes. Then, in her regular grumble, she says, ‘You would do better to not wait so long next time.’

‘I thought I was supposed to listen to how my body responds to the environment.’

‘I’d hope seeing rainclouds in front of you would help you grasp the situation,’ she says bluntly.

Ah. ‘You know? Yeah, it did.’ You file that piece of advice away. ‘But getting closer let me control where the fan -’

Deema cuts you off with a sigh. ‘You have a lot to learn.’

You suppose you do.

#polls #cyoa #WE ARE SO BACK

[humanmorph]

some more piecemeal pal48 posting. eclectic round 😁

To get it out of the way: terrible. horrible. horrid rolls. I was laughing AND went noooo!!!! out loud when Keith was like "Sorry, uhm, Eclectic dies here." as a reaction likeeee. BOTH times. the SAME dice? god.

I honestly didn't have many thoughts on the Delegate process before the reveal (only questions) (edit: some of which I do still have, like: how were dvines chosen to make elegates out of? Did fidelity choose? Was is a punishment of sorts or pure practicality about who would make the best delegates, whatever that means? I bet this would've been an audio log.) but it extremely tracks it's another Divine. I thought about the Pleroma Hypothesis (I am kind of constantly thinking about it when I think about Palisade. it's there in the back of my head) & how the reaction we got from Divines back in the fleet was mostly to die off to escape that fate. And I was gonna say, what do you do when even that stops being an option (Gumption : ( )? Make others into tools instead of become one yourself (except she also is in that easy a tool of empire). But I'll be real I am SO iffy on Divine Cycle timeline generally and then Palisade specifically to remember if that lines up. Fucked though! It's good! And. You know... I haven't really been too much like "Oh I wish they would've kept going" except I guess broadly I would just have listened to more Palisade. Because it's good. But now, specifically? I am mourning the Resident Evil sortie to the Garden of Fidelity we could've possibly gotten SO much. There could've been audio logs!!!! Thisbe could've been there with Integrity. Partial Palisade could've been there for real. Austin would've described the environment really beautifully. There would've surely been a plant monster to fight. And given it would've been Armour Astir... Could've Eclectic even swung as big as freeing all of the divines? Could there have been a horrible choice to make. ooooohhhh. ooohhhhhh (thinking about it) (sighing)

I also did like Keith being asked what Opposition looks like & he's like well I passed over it twice but fine & goes here's what it does when you look at it and it's an effect that's visually strange and hard to portay. Aphantasia king... (I do really love it btw I am kind of workshopping a drawing in my head, like I wonder if I /could/ portray that effectively? I'd like to try... but it's also getting stuck at the bit where I would have to draw/design the Divine. I didn't even imagine it as person-shaped at all but since Austin asked & Keith went yeah sure I'll go with it... But that's a shape not. Anything else T_T)

I have to say I was kind of crossing my fingers hoping for Eclectic to kill Fidelity somehow. Not that Divines are truly killable nowadays. I don't know. I couldn't tell you why I want this I think it's just because Future is out of reach. If I GET that golden ball

As for outcome I do kind of like the freed Divines just wrecking shit & it's interesting that they're in a way so similar to the Afflictions (don't care who/what they target, so deeply altered from who they were as Divines that they may not care?) but at the same time it is somewhat disappointing because what if they did. Something different. I don't even have a concrete idea because what happens does make sense to me!, it's just a vague feeling I have atm. Since they're on the map & an issue now though, I imagine there'll be more detail on that though. This is part of writing reactions as I'm listening along... this could come up 5 minutes after the point I stopped at... Alas. Similarly: what about Opposition specifically. It reached back when Eclectic was reaching out? If we both pull we can bring this thing down. & a window broke. I'm kind of gnashing my teeth about it like I truly wish So Bad this could've been explored in depth... Like even if it comes up again in the finale, it's just not an arc. And ik we already had an evil lab arc in Palisade (Delegate related, even. Well. That is what they went there for at least) but I just enjoy them. The PZN one is so good too truly horrible moment there when it's laid out what's going on! Haunting!!!! Honestly still gets me when I think about it, it's so good! Anyways. What about Divines who can't move on their own e.g. Righteousness? Did they just carry that briefcase out & take it with them? Because that could be actually very interesting re: August lol. I have to imagine this comes up again later because with the Divines wrecking shit August (left out of the mission on purpose) would've learned about what Eclectic did & probably have opinions about it. I also think this opens up some possibilities for Thisbe aswell, because Janine did say that the Delegates / their Divines were part of her goal ("mend the scattered shards of divinity").

done for now because i need to sleep but btw we still haven't gotten to the bit I accidentally skipped to and got extremely excited at hearing just a snippet of a sentence but the fact that it's probably in Clem's section is kind of worrying me. a lot actually. ooohh she's going to Win her scene I just know it... I am actually looking forward to it though. I mentioned before ever since the Tower game I've just been kind of along for the ride re: Clem and liking it sometimes more sometimes less but rn well. I am intrigued & I hope Art has a good time

#palisadeposting #palisade spoilers #excited to look at posts. i've been seeing posts and not clicking on them. and i can't yet because i'm not done with the ep obv #btw someone better have drawn the cori/elle kiss from the week before.pleaes

[187days]

Day One Hundred Four

Some students have been wrecking bathrooms again. I was really hoping we were past that stupid little trend- and so were most of our students- buuuut I guess not. 

Anyways. 

Can’t let it ruin what was otherwise a pretty good day. 

My World students shared what they’d written about in their current events write-ups (the Chinese spy balloon, protests in Thailand, war crimes in Ukraine, efforts to prosecute militias using child soldiers, new discoveries about Jupiter’s moons, Lebron James’ record, the earthquake in Turkey, etc, etc...) I focused in on the earthquake, too, and showed this CNN video about it because it makes a point that’s central to what I’ve been teaching in this unit: that aspects of culture- ie, geography, politics, economics- are interconnected and interact. 

After that, I introduced a revised version of the Culture Project by going over the instructions and showing some models. Students have to research a culture of their choosing, and create a presentation describing its various traits, as well as some of that aforementioned interconnectedness. For example, they can explain how the environment effects the way of life, how the culture’s been impacted by a current world issue, or how the culture is addressing said issue. 

My GOV students tackled some Supreme Court cases about redistricting (Baker v. Carr and Shaw v. Reno). I had half the class research one, half the class research the other, and then we discussed both cases- and discussed why and how gerrymandering still happens. After that, they read an article about the legislative branch that basically translates Article I into more user-friendly language, and we talked about it. Cue me explaining germaneness and riders, the franking privilege, filibusters, and expulsions from Congress. That led to a tangent about George Santos; only half of my students had been paying attention to that story, but now I think they all are because it’s so wild. One of them looked up the confrontation he and Mitt Romney had at the State of the Union, and shared all the details about that, prompting his classmates to declare that this Congress is “spicy.”

No argument from me. 

Today’s track practice was the last one of the season, and it was awesome. The sprinters were doing timed forties, and they lined the halls to cheer and do the wave for each other, which was so great. After that, it was time for block starts and baton passes- two of each, no overdoing it- and then stretching. Everyone applauded when I called time on the last stretch. Also, one of the rookies wrote letters to every single one of her teammates, and all us coaches, to say thank you for the season. That was so sweet.

States on Sunday will be a ball!

#teaching #teacher #teachblr #edublr #educhums #education #social studies #high school #conversations about current events #coaching #indoor track #post season #so much joy #so much fun #day one hundred four

[rjkauffman]

On Scuba Diving

Unlike cheese, we have no equivalent to scuba diving on Foreverland, or for that matter, anywhere else I've ever been. This is because:

a) the idea of deliberately submersing yourself in an unbreathable environment is insane, and

b) the water on Foreverland is positively fetid. And that's not even the worst of it. The drinkable water supply on my planet is provided by boiling the least polluted source of water available for at least five years and then siphoning what's left through something that may look to the eyes of an earthling like the Large Hadron Collider. It is then bombarded with chemicals and lasers to help break down any particles that are hazardous to life. All of that happens before we even think about drinking it. Naturally, as a result of our rather traumatic relationship with water, it may be understandable why we wouldn't choose to wade in the stuff.

Earth, however, abounds with plentiful water sources that don't resemble fecal matter and also don't smell like fecal matter. How long this happy state of affairs continues, especially given earthlings' apparent need to add poison to every essential area of life, remains to be seen. But as I sit here today writing to you once again, dear reader, I am only too happy to take full advantage of what may turn out to be your very temporary good fortune.

So, what exactly is scuba diving and how do you go about getting started?

First, the definition. Scuba diving involves the strange earthling compulsion to submerge the self in any and indeed all water sources, no matter how large, small, or potentially lethal they may be. I can only surmise that their species must have evolved from some as of yet undiscovered sea creature, because the desire to not only immerse themselves in water, but to actually dive as deep down in it as possible, makes absolutely no sense otherwise.

The actual act of scuba diving involves strapping a tank filled with various breathable chemicals to your back and by manner of tubes, feeding said chemicals as a "mix" into whatever facial orifice you use to respirate. I assume, as with Foreverlanders, earthlings breathe through their nose and mouth. This is very handy, because if they breathed through any other part of their body, those tubes attached to their faces wouldn't do them much good in keeping them alive. Given that they insist on carrying tanks around and attaching those tubes, I can also make an educated guess that they are unable to breathe underwater without aid. Of this I am almost 75% certain.

Secondly, how to get started? You can begin very easily by obtaining a tank, filling it with breathable chemicals and when you are satisfied that they will not kill you, locate the nearest water source to your current position and jump in it.

So, what do you do once you've jumped in? Earthlings appear to enjoy looking at reminders of their past failures whilst diving. If you wish to fit in, you can do this too. This requires finding the wreck of a long lost transportation device (in this case, it's usually a "ship") and getting close to it. Once you are within a reasonable distance to said transportation device, point at it whilst looking at other nearby scuba divers. If they approve of your gesture and recognition of their past failure, they may reward you with a vocalisation and a "thumbs up" gesture of their own. Do not worry if you cannot understand the sounds they are emitting. They do not appear to mean anything and thus can be safely ignored.

Earthlings also partake in the wearing of flipper-like appendages on their feet when scuba diving. It would be reasonable to to assume that they might aid in acceleration and manoeuvrability, but I fear the motivation behind their use may indeed be more tragic. I do wonder that, in their effect of making earthlings appear more like a being that belongs in the water, it could be signalling a subconscious desire to devolve back into the forms of their sea creature ancestors. In that case, they could be an alarming indication of a speciel identity crisis.

Although I have yet to personally dive within water deeper than the bath that was provided for my use by the hotel I am currently inhabiting, I have been training for the occasion I may plunge into places deeper, by watching visual recordings of others doing so whilst I gently submerge myself in a small "paddling pool" I purchased and have assembled precisely for this purpose.

It did emphasize on the box that the paddling pool in question was intended for earthling young, which may help to explain why their species continues to pursue this obsession with water. If this is the case, I can only imagine the terror those young must feel as they are submerged for the first time in such a device. Like most sensible beings, I abhor the torture of children, but as an alien, I am reminded of my oath to never interfere in the cultural rituals of others. For all I know, there could be a religious aspect to their immersion and so I cannot pass judgment on what I do not yet understand.

Needless to say, I shall be leaving the training pool here when i return back to Foreverland.

#author #dark comedy #ebooklovers #ebookreaders #kindle book #science fiction #writer #alien character #amazon #ebook publishing #visiting alien #sci fi #alien #scuba diving #underwater #diving #scuba #scifi

[pythors-pandemic]

the big list of ninjago quotes

on my most recent rewatch, I wrote down any and all lines I enjoyed and for no reason other than @ninja-go-to-therapy was interested in seeing the list, I’m posting them. side note: a lot of these I wrote down simply because of the voice acting, not necessarily the words themselves. with that, here are 279 ninjago quotes

Season 1

“we’re saving a girl?! is she hot?”

“let’s chop sucky this lemonade stand”

“if i see one girl in here, i’m gonna go ballistic”

“uh.. is that wrecking ball staring at me?”

“this is not the time to be cryptic”

“how am i supposed to strike fear in this?! it’s pink!”

“it’s a magic floating rope”

“great observation, mr roboto”

“zane, like a machine. don’t change a thing”

“perhaps if you try the phrase ‘fire DORK’ maybe it might work”

“oh great. just what i like: fighting armed deadly snakes in a highly combustible environment about to BLOW UP!”

“haha, this is heavy and all, but what ever happened to the FANGBLADE?!”

“i mean at least give me a decent mustache” 

“get ready to get kai’ed!”

“woah grease ball! how about warn us before doing that!”

“ninja recover!”

“what?! you try fighting up here!”

“all that action, it makes you so thirsty”

“we’re so HOOPED!”

Season 2

“i can make a little extra if i do the human piñata” 

“it’s a bad boy thing”

“oh that is just so evil”

“why do i always get tied up?”

“this is bad! this is so bad on SO MANY LEVELS!!”

“it makes me feel young, deal with it”

“hey McNasty, i thought ninja were on your menu”

“this does not compute” *shorts out*

“ I believe a big ut oh is in order”

“and nya will never fall head over heels for jay!”

“NO MATTER WHAT YOU NEED TO CONVINCE HIM TO GO WITH YOU!”

“easy big guy! maybe this is a sign you need to lose a few pounds!”

“HEY! OPEN THE WINDOW! LET ME IN”

“what’s my power?” “uhh. hot air?”

“good riddance vampire fish!”

“jay, how did you ever become a ninja? seriously!”

“wrong again, mr. empty-head”

“zane. no”

Season 3

“my name was clearly on it!” “i didn’t see motor mouth on it!”

“who you callin ‘pedestrian’?” 

“yeah well i’m super hooped and i haven’t brushed my teeth in a week!!”

“it almost hit my mother”

“i know it’s a clue, zap trap”

“these toasters never know when to quit!”

“just testing the rules. first rule: cole’s a crybaby!”

“i can’t do it! i can’t do it! I CANT DO IT!!”

“I’m kind of a.. secret agent. *gasps* oops! guess it’s not a secret anymore”

“relax, when have i ever been careless”

“this car is worth far more than you”

“like all boys, you can be reprogrammed”

“his wisdom takes a while to set in. WE DONT HAVE A WHILE!”

“i can’t wait to see the expressions in the faces of those metal chrome domes” “they’re nindroids nimrod, they don’t have expressions”

“i owe you one” “okay, stay away from nya” “maybe a different one”

“it’s a BUG >:(“

“BAD GLOWY! BAD!”

Season 4

“i’m a ninja, and you are wearing makeup”

“fire will melt her icy heart”

“i feel guilt! these are bad feelings”

“see what this island is doing to me?! ITS CORRUPTING ME!”

“jay, would you stopmakingnoise?!”

“you just had to leave me hanging, huh romeo”

“mine are made of rock, what a crock >:(“

“ooo looks like kai’s got the hots for her”

“kai’s heart is on fire! kai’s heart is on fire! kai’s heart is on fire!”

“stop licking your tattoos”

“eat dirt, bluebell!”

“pixel?! you got a girl stuck in your head??”

“aahugh! my leg! get kai off me!!”

“just tell me one thing. was it his idea to make me fall for you, or yours? because it worked”

“you saved me for a reason. and you know i’m far to fetchy to resist ;)”

“curse this fraudulent furniture”

“everything’s a weapon in the big house!” * proceeds to brush enemies teeth*

“when people try to bust out of jail, they do it quietly, not LITERALLY”

“that’s one way to cool off a hot head!”

Season 5

“JUST TAKE THE FLYER!”

“woah! i think he just broke the sound barrier”

“yeah i know we’re terrible students!”

“woah, lloyds gone through puberty”

“hey! no one calls me pathetic!”

“you hear that kai?! we’re gonna fly!”

“why is it when lloyds gone, we always look to kai? we should be following zane”

“he turned my wolloper into a ghost! no one turns my wolloper into a ghost!!”

“no we don’t pinch! we don’t even have pockets!!”

“sure we can’t understand zane, but could we ever?”

“incase you haven’t noticed, there’s flying weapons trying to slide and dice us!”

“what is it?! what’s down there??? oh wait! don’t tell me! i don’t wanna know!”

“why would you touch the scary picture, jay? “i didn’t know it would do that, cole!”

“well, go face him, jay” “arugh! you go face him!”

“ohh i’m such a dummy”

“be the key, cole. BE THE KEY!”

“WHY DO I GET THE UNCONTROLLABLE SLEAD!!”

“you again >:(“ “you say that as if it’s a bad thing”

“you’d fight someone unarmed?” “that’s a good question, yes”

“ hate to spoil what’s next, but just because you’re in my friends body, watch out!”

“*snorts* i’m sorry, he said buttheads”

“i bet that’s what all nindroids say” “if you’re implying that smell came from me-“

“WHY ARENT WE LISTENING TO THE CLUE?!”

“STAY TOGETHER? IM JUST TRYING TO STAY IN ONE PIECE”

“hey guys, guess what?! i get an AWESOME EYEPATCH!”

“all you ninja do is talk, blah blah blah”

“AHH HES ATTACKING AN UNARMED MAN!”

“we’re not stalling! we’re thinking! he’s totally right, i’m stalling”

“augh this guy really chaps my hide”

“ughh! i hate unbeatable creatures!”

“let me handle the blowhard”

Season 6

“my hair is sick!”

“my followers have needs too”

“excuse me, which fruit is black?!” “uh, blackberries?” “shut it, jay” >:(

“it wasn’t me, dad! IT WASNT ME!”

“statistically speaking, your witty banter only gets us into more trouble”

“yeah but are you the master of kablewy”

“and we’re shuffling, we’re shuffling”

“working for a crime boss isn’t a very reliable career choice”

“YOU ATE OUR ONLY WAY OUT?!!”

“not now, sprocketarm”

“gosh why are you pirates so long winded!”

“i told you to hurry up!” “would you be quiet and run!”

“you have to act as our lightning rod!”

“the only thing i can see is your stupid hand, jay”

“AHHH HAAH ITS SO BIG!!”

“if i get out of here, i’m gonna bite YOU!”

“sorry for the delay, i’ve never had to milk the face of a giant spider before!”

“sorry pal, i don’t know who this lost love of yours is, but she ain’t nya”

“we’ll all be hooped if he has infinite wishes”

“you got what you wished for boulder brain!”

“we really need to start LISTENING TO ME!”

“said from the heart?! hearts don’t talk!”

“the world is falling apart and he’s eating soup!”

Season 7

“I DONT KNOW BUT ITS LOUD!”

“self diagnostic indicates negative” *jay hits him* “how about now?” “…no”

“leftie, rightie, nice to meet you. also, DO BETTER!”

“plate! show! clipboard!”

“we have a plan— go kick some butt”

“why am i so good? it’s a curse really”

“you can do this, you can do this. I CANT DO THIS IM TOO FREAKED!”

“you call this stabilizing?!” “i’m trying!” “try harder!!”

“let’s run straight at eachother and see if this will slow us down before we collide!” *all laugh*

“faster, jay!” “you’re so slow, cole!”

“sounds like someone’s earned his blackbelt in being a wet blanket”

“maybe they didn’t hear it!” *a second later* “no, they did”

“bring it on you vermillion doof!”

“yeah! that’s what i’m talking about! vermillion done! workers saved! ninja in the swamp!!”

“no matter how many times you watch those suckers hatch, it’s always gross”

“MOVE YOUR BUTT, ZANE!”

“did you just speak?” “no… okay that time i did”

“not just you you, young you too wu”

Season 8

“i could kiss ya, pix!” “i do not think zane would approve”

“cole, master of earth. and this is jay, master of blabber” “lightning”

“i told you not to introduce yourself as the master of earth, no one knows what that means”

“no you boldhead”

“who likes ice cream? i do!”

“it is nice to have a pooper at the party”

“they’re coles” “they’re BLUE!” “you’re lucky they’re not yellow”

“she’s also creepy” “par for the course in a mystical tea shop, jay”

“what sort of power does the green ninja have?” “it’s some kind of energy or green light. i don’t know, like all our elemental powers rolled into one”

“zane! knock me out! do something!”

“you lied? mystake why would you do that? i thought we were friends :(“

“it’s me zane, cole? or should i say my alias, rocky dangerbuff” 

“what is cole doing?!” “i don’t know but please tell me someone is recording”

“haha! come here you little sucker”

“totally called it!” “you did not” “did to!”

“he did not just!” “he just did!”

“at least cole jr’s fine, so we can give the diapers to jay!”

“who knows! he’s a living fortune cookie. everything he does is a puzzle meant to TORTURE US!”

“i’ve got an itch, you mind coming over here to scratch it ;)”

“this can end one of two ways, either you can hand the mask over peacefully” “i don’t even have to know the rest of the choices, i like that one” “or we’re gonna get all ninja up on you” “what does that even mean?” “i don’t know. i was improvising”

“don’t make me zap you!” *zaps him*

“did you just tell yourself to hold on..?”

“if that’s lord garmadon, i’m lord of the jig” “then you better start jigging”

“and kai knows bad ideas, he’s full of them!”

“to go” “to gooo?” *nodds* “to go”

“i’m sorry, we totally should’ve knocked”

“my brother is coming.” “how do you know?” “i know”

Season 9

“foil, i found foil!!!”

“you not freaking out, is freaking ME OUT” 

“kai baby, it’s much easier coping with life’s problems when you let go of hope!”

“yeah, he’s totally lost it” “no, i’ve totally found it”

“pfft that’s rich, now we’re teaching him lessons he taught us!”

“quit messing with my tunes, man”

“that was a learning experience”

“so, watcha doing, jay?” “it’s my new video game console, i built it myself”

“ooo are we playing hide and seek?”

“who’s diapers are those?” “uh, they’re jay’s— tell them jay” “oh.. i have a weak bladder”

“okie dokie, off we go”

“this isn’t good, jay. this is bad”

“oh boy. i believe jay’s mental state has made him useless to our plight”

“i borrowed it earlier, just like how you borrowed my wisdom”

“can this get any better!” “can you get anymore nuts!”

“and here i thought we were at rock bottom,” *while laughing* “this is so much worse”

“if i’m going out, i’m going out with bells on”

“how do we get out of here alive?!” “the sooner you realize we can’t, the more fun it’ll be”

“i do not believe that is possible…” “i was being scarcastic” 

“we did it! we did it! we did it!”

“then stay at home, tinsil toes”

“tell me you have a plan” “it’s in the works” “he doesn’t have a plan”

“easier to grow a little than to lose a lot”

“a teenager?! now we’re in for it”

“how do we know one of them isn’t already pretending to be ONE OF US?!” “oh zip it, jay”

“you know what you need? confidence” “you mean cocky, like you?”

“haha! we should teach him how to drive next”

“listen to me you silly master of dunce!”

“could you pass a roasted lizard stick up here?! i’m kind of hungry too!”

“did i… did i do that right? a joke?”

“that’s not fair you bullied them!”

“oh my gosh! he just grew a mustache!”

“THEY ARE GONNA EAT US!”

“if you are gonna eat us, eat him first he’s full of cake!” “am not!”

“i know, the commute is terrible”

Season 10

“i find the term ‘freak out’ inadequate and imprecise”

“i can’t believe i have to babysit my own father”

“you gotta just do it, jay! it’s like ripping off an old bandaid, the sooner you get it over with, the better” “uhm did you just compare nya to an old bandage?” “way to go, cole. way to take the romance out of it”

“ha! fat chance”

“i wouldn’t trust you with a… a… a…” “a pillow! what.. it’s the least threatening thing i could think of”

“oh c’mon that was awesome!” “it was adequate!” 

“we thought we lost you, you jerk!”

“we really need to talk about your sense of timing, jay”

Season 11

“get his legs! hold him!” “those are MY legs!!”

“i looked it in the eye!”

“yeah of all the bad ideas i’ve heard, and i’ve heard a few, looking at you kai, this takes the cake”

“guys guys, you’re both to valuable to risk. it should be someone expendable, like jay.”

“cole! you could’ve smashed kai!”

“you say that like i should be totally cool running into a long deceased explorer” 

“i think i swallowed my teeth”

“worst parking spot ever”

“that would save us hours and hours of slow boring back breaking work. oh well, we’ll just have to do it the slow boring back breaking way”

“speaking of slow, where’s kai?”

“fire maker has more miracles”

“you made me go back to the bounty for the travelers tea and it fell of a cliff!”

“pull me up! quick!” “i can’t! you’re too heavy!” “what are you trying to say!?”

“nya, whatever you’re doing DO IT FASTER!”

Season 12

“take that! obsolete file formats!”

“use the VCRs!” “what’s a VCR?”

“yeah, who would know a guy super into stealing things has a lot of stuff”

“not again! cant i go like two seconds without losing my elemental power?!”

“hey guys, do you know who’s totally lame? unagami that’s who!”

“anyone who likes jay that much can’t be normal”

“ninja vs bushes!”

“great! now i can see what i’m looking at, and it’s even worse”

“how do you get a ninja to cross the road? by saying ninja go!”

“that was a terrible joke” “you got a better one?!”

“keep those shoulders back! find your center!”

“lead with your hips!”

“nobody puts cole in the corner!”

“it was time for these two gumshoes to beat feet”

“she had saved my nindroid bacon”

“you are beginning to get on my nerve circuits”

“my heart did not reveal that! every part of me is annoyed!”

“is the mechanic doing your detective thing too? this is just weird!”

“if only this were a pizza joint. pizza would never betray be like this!”

Season 13

“it’s like… like, totally super cool!”

“pfft, that’s gotta be made up” 

“AHHH NOT MADE UP NOT MADE UP NOT MADE UP!!!!”

“it’s not that we don’t believe you…” “i don’t believe him :)”

“hey buddy! hey there. name’s cole, ninja. i heard there was some jerk down here, chaining people up, making them work. you seen any jerks around?”

“baushau it’s in mouth it’s in mouth babbbuuhwv i think i’m gonna barf”

“we aren’t skeletons! i mean we have skeletons obviously, but there’s so much more to us. like veins and organs and stuff” “i have none of those things”

“my first notion as chancellor is for everyone to stop THROWING STUFF AT ME!”

“oh great! now i’m hanging from a skeleton who’s hanging from a root! and i’m talking to myself again”

“don’t think about how gross this is, don’t think about how gross this is. ohuwha i’m thinking about it. i’m thinking about it!”

“you!” “shall!” “not!” “be granted permission to traverse beyond this point!”

“eat my dust!”

“i’m looking at the skull, it’s not as ugly”

Season 14

“zippy!! let’s call him zippy!”

“how can i be a gift?” “yeah? who would want jay?” “uhm… me?”

“we’re friends remember? i’m just a jay”

“i happen to think i am quite valuable thank you very much!”

“you’re gonna see the inside of a jail cell for this, ronin”

Season 15

“this is somewhat troubling”

“we’re being haunted by the ghost of some butler! probably named ducklesworth or something”

“jay honey, that reminds me. i need to teach you how to bleach your boxer shorts”

“zane, you don’t require a breathing device.” “yes, but i like how it completes my attire”

“THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A TOURIST!”

“The citizens of bubbletubbuleopolis will not be pleased!! this will affect your tourism!”

“your chair does have a seatbelt, jay”

“cake is usually the answer to everything!”

“that is what i just said! why are you repeating me?!”

“yeah! take that you big worm!”

“SHE THINKS IM A CHEW TOY!!”

“think, what would zane do? actually no. think, what would kai do?”

so yeah i’m deeply in love with this show

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago text post #ninjago memes #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #bo speaks

[featherssideblog]

Feathers Reacts: Motorcity - Episode 13 (kind of) - Reunion (definitely)

Hey howdy hello! I'm swapping onto the new viewing order as mentioned in my last post! So this episode is Reunion, labeled Episode 15 in the old viewing order.

Also, I figured out that it's stupid easy to take screenshots using VLC media player (shift + S) and consequently I have a bunch of silly photos to illustrate my ramblings, which brings me great joy.

Episode 13 (15) Thoughts:

Lemme start off by saying that I love sharp-toothed propaganda!Mike. Take your sharp-angled cartoon boy and give him even more angles. A+

Kane is pretty angry at being . . . kidnapped? Dictatornapped? Anyway, his anger seems genuine, but it cannot possibly be this simple. Is he acting??

Oh I guess not, but now we're gonna see more of Deluxe!

Julie, to Mike: In the meantime, be careful up there! Mike: Aren't I always? Everybody else: *VIGOROUS DENIAL*

And he's so surprised by their response, look at that face! XD

Dutch, to ROTH: Stay out of trouble! ROTH: *Happy whirr* *Salute!* I love this little robot so much. (●´□`)♡

I wanted to take a screenshot of Mike with his hand covering Chuck's mouth but I caught a really goofy moment where Mike is in the middle of making a "th" sound and his tongue is sticking out. 🤣

Deluxe is really not very pedestrian friendly; somebody needs to tell Kane about designing livable urban environments.

Looks like Julie isn't the only one with strained family relations! Oh boy, Dutch!

These wanted posters sure are something! Sharp teeth for Mike and Dutch, but what, no fangs for Chuckles?

Chuck: *having a full-on panic attack, gasping for breath* Claire: Is he okay? Mike, oblivious: Yeah, he does this sometimes. :) Uhhhhhh Mike??? Did Chuck tell you that this was just something that happens sometimes and not to worry about it???

Hmmm the Gordy family politics are super interesting. The parents don't support Kane, but they "believe in Deluxe." What does that mean?? It seems like they believe that in the future the people of Deluxe will overthrow Kane. But, uh, are they working towards that in any way? They apparently didn't have contact with Dutch for over a year - which, you know, maybe they couldn't figure out how to get in touch, that's totally plausible.

Claire, you half-hearted revolutionary, how I love you!

The elevator music while they're sitting in Claire's pod is killing me XD

Mike: Your pod won't get a scratch, alright, I'll treat it like it was Mutt! Claire: Wait, doesn't Mutt get wrecked all the time?? Mike: . . . well, yeah . . . but we always fix her up better than before!

Tooley has Kane dolls?? Oh my god

Dutch talking to Dar - oh man - I think the experience of losing a family member off the conspiracy deep end is something that a lot of people find relatable, possibly even moreso now than when this show came out.

Chuck, I really don't think Claire is interested. Chill, please. Don't make her uncomfortable.

Aaaaaaand Dar is playing Rolfe to the Burners' Von Trapps.

Well, if the whole Deluxe grid is down due to power surges, is it too much to hope that all of the bots are down as well?

Mike is a much more successful version of Captain Von Trapp in convincing Dar to abandon his alliance to the military regime.

Aaaaand now Mike is flying a cube hooked up to Mutt. This can only end in EXTREME SPORTS.

Mike just referred to Motorcity by its initials, M.C. I don't think I've heard anyone else do that in the show so far - maybe I missed it!

YEAH JULIE!!! The countdown here actually created a lot of tension, the whole sequence was fantastically well done!

Holy shit, Dutch had to beat up Dar in order to give him a cover story. That's . . . kind of dark if you think about it too hard, actually. Ain't that just the way with most children's cartoons, though?

Texas, to Mike and Dutch: If you two chicks are done holding hands and whatnot, howbout you help me with the new and improved Stronghorn cannon? Texas, be a dear and unlearn some stuff. Cripes.

Can we appreciate how fantastically evil Kane looks in Dar's posters?

And now we get much better décor. :)

Concluding Thoughts:

I'm glad we got some more insight into Dutch and his backstory! The whole Gordy family and their political views are kind of fascinating. I don't necessarily think we were meant to dive too deeply into the implications of their beliefs, but I'm here ten years late with popcorn and living in a political climate that has been dramatically altered by events within the past decade, so let's have fun with it!

Unlike Claire, Mr. and Mrs. Gordy actively denounce Kane (at least, to Dutch) and do perceive the laws of Deluxe to be infringing on the freedoms of its people. However, from what we can see, they've arguably done less to support the resistance.

Now this is partially because Dutch deliberately fell out of contact with them, whereas Julie sees Claire every day. Thus, Claire has more opportunities to passively help the Burners than Dutch's parents. Also, it's not like political opposition to Kane is easy - it would risk their lives, and the life of their youngest son.

The thing that really interests me, though, is the phrase Mr. Gordy used: "I believe in Deluxe." I interpret that as a belief in the people of Deluxe, a belief that they will rise up and overthrow Kane. Leaving aside the question of how or when, it's an interesting thing to say when only part of this show is focused on the internal politics of Deluxe - a lot of it is focused on Deluxe's outwards aggression towards Motorcity. And yet ultimately they're sort of the same city? There are some real life analogies I think that could be drawn here, but I'm gonna leave that for some other time and some other format than my stream-of-consciousness reflections.

#motorcity #dutch gordy #dar gordy #mike chilton #chuck motorcity #julie kane #texas motorcity #ROTH motorcity #motorcity episode 15 reunion

[augustmoon259]

"Unholy Blood" Pureblood!Fem!Vampire Reader x Hayan Park

Ten years ago, people who could transform into vampires began to appear in Korea. Ever since then, these morphing vampires have been slaughtering people while hiding their true identities. But there's something that people don't know. A secret, that if it got out, would change the world and the way that people saw vampires forever.

Pureblood vampires. Vampires who are stronger, faster, and more powerful in every way. How do I know about them? Because I am a pureblood vampire.

o - o - o - o - o

My parents were both pureblood vampires. They used to live in Korea, before they had me. They decided to move to the US and settle down in a small town.

My life was a peaceful one. Sure, it was hard trying to hide my identity as a vampire, but it wasn't that bad. I was homeschooled, up until I was ready to go off to college.

College was a new experience for me. I had fun making new friends, taking classes taught by different teachers, and being in a new environment. I went home to visit my parents during breaks.

I wish I had gotten to say goodbye to them, if I knew that I'd never be able to see them again.

o - o - o - o - o

It was winter break. I was excited to see my parents again and spend time with them during the holidays. I had plans for movies we could watch together, games we could play, and more.

The bus stopped in my neighborhood, and I got off, still brimming with anticipation. That is, until I saw the smoke.

The smoke was coming from the direction of my family's home. I ran there as fast as I could. When I got there, I saw the firefighters putting out the last of the flames.

Our house was a complete wreck. I frantically rushed past the onlookers and firefighters to dig through the rubble, and search for my parents. I was dragged away, still screaming and sobbing.

Later, the police told me about what had happened. It was reported that two explosions were heard from our house, and then a fire started not long after. The firefighters were dispatched, but it still took a while for them to get from the station to our house. They found my parents' bodies, unrecognizable as they were.

The explosions were written off as gas leaks, since our house was an old one. This may have been a reasonable explanation to anyone else, but not me. I knew better.

We were pureblood vampires.

Any regular vampire that manages to consume the heart of a pureblood vampire would become a pureblood vampire themself. We knew this, but we thought we were safe here in the US, when vampires began to appear in Korea ten years ago.

My parents must have sacrificed themselves to destroy their hearts, along with their attackers.

Our mailbox still had some mail in it. Bills to pay, letters for my parents, and letters for me as well. I expected this. What I was not expecting was the note left in the mailbox, addressed to me.

If you want revenge for your parents' deaths, come to Korea.

I crushed the note in my hand.

Whoever came after my parents didn't succeed, but it cost my parents their lives. Now they're after me. They know I exist.

Fine. If they think I'll be easy prey, I'll prove them wrong.

o - o - o - o - o

Living in Korea was different from living in the States.

I had applied to study abroad, and the university I applied for was Hanguk University. I managed to rent an apartment at a decent price in a modest neighborhood. I heard that there was a nice church in the area, run by a priest who also takes care of orphans from the nearby orphanage.

It was hard enough adjusting to life in another country, never mind one where bloodthirsty monsters come out at night. Lucky for me, I had the distinct advantage of being one of those "monsters".

Admittedly, not only did I feel guilty for not being able to prevent my parents' deaths, I realized what a privileged life I had been living. All my life, just on the other side of the world, there were innocent people being terrorized by vampires.

But now I'm here, and I have the power to do something about it.

I'd find whoever was responsible for my parents' murders, and I'll rid the world of vampires, one bastard at a time.

Between going out at night to kill vampires, and scrounging up information about their secret hierarchy and criminal underworld, I was also busy with my normal, "human" life.

I attended the orientation for my new university.

Yet it wasn't at the orientation that I'd meet the woman who'd change my life.

o - o - o - o - o

The first day of school was always the same: new students rushing to find their classes, old students saying hi to their friends, and teachers making note of who to look out for that year.

I greeted a few people I had met at the orientation, but there was one girl who was going around greeting...everyone. She was quite pretty, with dark brown hair and eyes.

She was so enthusiastic, bowing her head at every person she came across, that I couldn't help but smile.

With her friendly demeanor, I was sure she'd already have made plenty of friends, but I noticed later that she had no one to sit at lunch with. I myself was sitting alone, but that was of my own volition. I debated whether or not to go to her table and sit with her, but I opted not to, in the end.

Over the next few days, I kept seeing her around. She still greeted everyone cheerfully, and had earned the nickname "Miss Popular" around campus. I found it very fitting for her.

Things continued on like this. Her, greeting everyone with enthusiasm but sitting alone. Me, silently watching her.

I decided that I had done enough observing, and that it was time to formally meet her.

Bringing my lunch with me over to her table, I sat across from her. She had started eating her lunch by then, so when I unexpectedly arrived at her table, she choked on her food.

"Hey! Hey, are you okay?!"

I got up from my seat, prepared to do the Heimlich maneuver if necessary, but she waved a hand to stop me, and grabbed a nearby water bottle with the other hand to drink. She beat her chest a few times until she was no longer gasping, and I sat down when I confirmed that she was fine. Other people who had noticed the incident went back to eating their lunches.

We sat there, awkwardly gazing at each other, until she groaned and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"Nice going Hayan...first person who decides to sit with you at lunch, and you make a fool of yourself..."

"Oh no, that was my fault! I'm sorry for surprising you like that...so, uh, your name is Hayan?"

Hayan took one hand off her face, before slowly removing her remaining hand.

"Yes, my name is Hayan...Park Hayan."

I introduced myself, and then we...shook hands. I decided to start a new topic of conversation, before Hayan had an existential crisis.

"Hayan...is it alright if I call you Hayan?"

She nodded her head affirmatively before waiting for what else I had to say.

"I hope this isn't out of line for me to say, but I've sort of been watching you for a while now. I notice that you always say hi to everyone, but you're still sitting alone at lunch? Um, Hayan, do you have friends?"

Hayan looked taken aback for a moment, before hanging her head in shame.

"It's...it's complicated? I've been trying to make friends, and since I didn't attend the orientation, I thought saying hi to everyone would be a surefire way to meet new people, but I haven't had much luck..."

"You didn't attend the orientation? So that's why I didn't recognize you. Hayan, if you're trying to make new friends, would you...like to be friends?"

"Seriously?! I mean, how could I reject?!"

Hayan enthusiastically slammed her hands on the table and jumped up, before sheepishly sitting back down when she noticed people's curious glances.

"Yes! Let's be friends!"

I talked with Hayan until lunch was over, and it turned out that we had a lot in common. Neither Hayan nor I were able to finish our lunches, busy as we were with chatting with each other. We decided to exchange phone numbers to keep in touch with each other.

After that, I wasn't occupied with just school and my nighttime activities. I hung out with Hayan outside of school. We went to cafes and coffee shops to get drinks and spend more time with each other.

She and I were the same age: twenty. When I applied to Hanguk University, I had to apply as a freshman, since not all of my credits from my previous college transferred over.

Hayan was looking forward to a get together that some seniors had organized at a pub. Students from every year would be there, and she hoped to meet other freshman besides me. I wasn't one for drinking, since vampires couldn't get drunk anyway, but I decided to go for Hayan's sake.

Gatherings of college students tend to go south pretty quickly, but it was what happened after that was a disaster.

o - o - o - o - o

The pub was crowded, noisy, and filled with the laughter and shouting of overexcited young adults.

I sat down at a random table with Hayan. When we sat down, I heard someone suggest a drinking game to lighten the mood. Next thing I knew, we were all pointing fingers at each other, and Hayan was the unfortunate person chosen to drink.

Two hours and several more drinking games later, Hayan was still unsuccessful at making another friend. I was surprised to note that Hayan was not a lightweight at all. She had drunk nearly twenty bottles of soju by herself! And If I was being honest with myself, I thought that made her even more amazing than she already was.

"Hayan, do you want to go home now?"

"Ah, yeah, I guess so...It seems my latest plan to make friends failed..."

In my head, I could see the comical tears of defeat in her eyes.

Hayan got up and grabbed her bag, but before we left the pub, a senior announced one last drinking competition. It was between a heavyset senior named Jang and anyone who dared to challenge him. If no one won, the freshman had to show off a talent during our start of year trip.

I knew what was coming before anyone else. I decided to take bets, and when the drinking match was over, I made a nice one hundred thousand won from people who had bet Hayan would lose.

Actually, calling it a "match" would be wrong. It was so one-sided, I almost felt bad for Jang.

Hayan finally got her wish granted. I saw two freshman asking Hayan for her number to join their study group. As I looked at Hayan's giddy face, and the admiring expressions of everyone else around us, I felt happy for Hayan.

Just when Hayan was making a toast to her victory, the sirens went off.

The joy of everyone around us immediately died out, to be replaced with worry and fear instead.

People scrambled to gather their belongings and leave the pub, and I hurried over to Hayan's side.

"Come on, Hayan. We'd better go. The sirens mean that vampires will be out soon..."

"Right! Um, let's go!"

We left the pub, prepared to follow everyone else in order to catch the last bus.

"Hayan! Let me walk you home!"

Before I knew what was happening, there was a random guy standing in front of Hayan. He completely ignored me. If that wasn't enough to piss me off, his condescending smirk and the arrogant way he held himself did. Let me guess, this guy's one of those idiots who try to act macho in front of girls to impress them.

"Um, no thank you. I already have a friend I'm walking home with..."

"A friend? Sure you do. Come on, what are you so afraid of? Me?"

"Hey buster, back off. She already said she's got someone to walk home with!"

I shoved him away. As he recovered from my unexpected interference, he quickly masked his anger with the same infuriating smirk. He gave me a once over, before his smirk widened.

"So this must be the friend you mentioned. Well, I can always walk you both home."

Great. Just great. Not only is he wasting our precious time, he's hitting on Hayan and me.

"Tch. Fine. Clearly you're invested in walking with us, for some unfathomable reason, so I'll deign to let you join us, but only if I'm between you and Hayan."

He seemed to be more interested in Hayan than me, so I thought putting myself between her and him would get him to stop talking. Instead, he kept blabbering on about how vampires are no big deal, and there's nothing to worry about.

He's extremely lucky that we finally made it to the bus stop. Otherwise, I might have punched him.

There were some people running to get on the bus before it left. The annoying guy was still flirting with Hayan, but my attention was diverted when I heard a crash. The three of us turned our heads toward the source of the noise.

It was a man who had been thrown on the ground. The other man standing above him was obviously a gangster, a loan shark out to collect his debt. My intuition told me something bad was going to happen, and not because of the loan shark.

Sometimes, I hate being right.

It happened faster than the human eye could see, but I could discern perfectly with my vision. The man on the ground thrust his arm straight through the loan shark's chest.

As he stood up and shoved the now dead body off himself, the vampire walked closer step by step to Hayan and I. The annoying senior had long run away. He really was just a coward in the end. I would deal with him tomorrow. Right now, I had bigger things to worry about.

Normally, I'd just transform and then kill this no-name vampire, but I had to worry about Hayan. She was digging through her bag, looking for something. If only the bus was still around. Then Hayan could have run away and escaped.

I made a split second decision.

"Hayan. Listen to me. Run away as far as you can and don't look back."

"What? But, what about you? I can't leave you here alone!"

"Damn it Hayan, please just run away!"

"And where do you think you're going, bitch?!"

The vampire lunged towards Hayan and grabbed her hair. Before he could bite her, I transformed and slammed him to the ground. I smashed his head in, and watched as his body scattered into dust.

With the immediate threat out of the way, I checked on Hayan. She had fallen on the ground when the vampire let go of her hair. I helped her as she stood up weakly. Hayan blinked, as she alternated between looking at the crater where the vampire used to be, and me. I spread my arms out to either side, and gazed steadily back at her.

"This is me. This is who I really am. I'm a vampire, a monster that people want dead. Hayan...do you hate me too?"

I waited with bated breath for her answer. The truth is, I could erase her memories. Make it so she never remembered what happened this night. But I didn't want to.

Ever since my parents died, I had no one else who knew the truth of who I really was. I was good at pretending. I've been doing it my whole life. But I needed just one person I didn't have to pretend with, and I hoped that person could be Hayan.

Hayan studied my white hair and blue eyes. She looked pensive.

"No...no I don't hate you. Because you're my friend."

She hugged me, and if I noticed that her hold was tighter than normal, I didn't mention it.

"Hayan...thank you."

I hugged her back.

We remained like that for a while, until I offered to take her home.

"Wait, you want to...you want to carry me?! In-in your arms?!"

"Well, yes. I could also give you a piggyback ride, but since I'll be running and jumping on rooftops, this should be more comfortable for you."

"O-okay."

Putting one arm under Hayan's legs, and the other supporting her back, I made sure Hayan was securely in my hold when I leapt from the ground. Hayan kept her eyes closed the entire time, until I landed with a thump in front of the church.

"Good night, Hayan."

I smiled softly and gave Hayan a small wave, before hurrying home.

o - o - o - o - o

Hayan and I grew closer after that night.

Since I no longer had to pretend I was human around her, I invited her over to my apartment, and vice versa. She introduced me to her "father" and her "siblings".

"It's nice to meet you sir. I mean, Father Michael. Um, Father-Michael-sir?"

As it turns out, Hayan was an orphan. I knew she lived in the same neighborhood as me, but not at the orphanage next to the church that I heard about when I first rented my apartment. The neighborhood ladies were always giggling about Father Michael, but he was more intimidating in person, even to a pureblood vampire like me.

"At ease. You're the friend Hayan has been talking about?"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

Hayan was fighting back laughter behind me, while I kept on sweating nervously.

"It's good she has a friend like you."

"Thank you, Father!"

I barely held back a sigh of relief that I seemed to make a good impression on Hayan's adoptive father. It was time to meet the younger siblings now.

"Woah! This is all for us?!"

Hayan's adoptive siblings, Yerim and Yunsu, bounced around eagerly when they saw I had brought bread for them. Hayan told me her siblings really loved bread, especially sticky rice bread. I had bought a couple for them from the school dining hall, and then went to a bakery to buy some more bread (mochi, sesame, tapioca, etc.) Since I couldn't eat any of it myself, I bought what was recommended to me by the baker, and hoped for the best.

"Hayan! You need to bring your friend by more often!"

"You are my new favorite person!"

"I thought I was your favorite person?!"

I chuckled as Hayan chased her siblings around in order to catch them and tickle them.

Hayan has such a lovely family. It's no wonder she's also a lovely person.

o - o - o - o - o

It was a normal evening at the university. I had stayed behind at school to work on homework and assignments with some classmates.

The student body was abuzz today with new gossip about the "super senior". He was the senior who had entered college nine years ago, and still had yet to graduate. This was none of my business. What was my business was that he was rude and a bully. In fact, just that afternoon, he had bumped into Hayan and insulted her instead of apologizing. If I saw him, I'd give him a piece of my mind, regardless if his family was well off or not.

After finishing our assignments, I accompanied my classmates on their way to get the last shuttle bus. To my displeasure, we had the misfortune of running into the aforementioned "super senior" Byungsu.

My classmates greeted him, but when he gave them no reply, they said goodbye to me and ran off to catch the bus.

I noticed that he seemed to be in a daze. Hayan did tell me that it seemed like he was sick, and looking at him now, I could tell that she was speaking the truth. Regardless of any beef I had with him, if he was feeling unwell, he should go see a doctor.

"Hey, Byungsu. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

He didn't answer, instead just glaring at me, and clenching his fists. Whatever was going through his mind at that moment was not pleasant. I wanted to ask him more questions, but we were interrupted by a man on the phone.

It was Professor Donggyu Park. He was not one of my professors, but Hayan said he's one of her favorites. He's very dedicated to his job, has memorized all of his students' names, and even speaks to students on days he doesn't teach. It looked like he was in a hurry to get home, judging by how he greeted us quickly and then got into his car.

I was too late to stop what happened next.

Byungsu threw Professor Park's car into the air. It flipped over and landed on its top with a crash. I dashed toward the car to check on Professor Park. He was bleeding from his head and unconscious, but he was still alive.

I was the one who was clenching my fists this time. Well, I had the perfect target to vent my anger out on.

This side of the school was deserted at this time of the night, and the security cameras were down for maintenance today. With no one watching me, I could kill Byungsu.

He was heading this way, no doubt to murder the professor.

I opened the car door, gently took Professor Park out, and placed him on the ground. Then I transformed.

"What the fuck, you're a vampire too?"

"Shut up. You won't be alive for long anyway."

My hand was enveloped in blue flames as I disappeared and then reappeared in front of Byungsu. I grabbed his face, and watched as it melted away. The fire burned everything and left nothing behind, not even ashes.

After de-transforming, I performed first aid on Professor Park and called 119.

When the ambulance arrived, I was questioned by police officers about what had happened. I told them the fake story I made up: I was with some classmates on their way to catch the last bus home, and then we ran into Byungsu. I went back inside the university to get something I had forgotten. When I came back outside, I saw Professor Park's car turned over and him inside unconscious.

I was held in questioning until the police contacted my classmates to confirm I was with them. Professor Park woke up after receiving emergency medical attention, and told the police he had also seen Byungsu. That, coupled with the sudden emergence of footage showing Byungsu had caused a traffic accident and killed the victims, all but cemented the fact that Byungsu the vampire had attacked Professor Park.

Byungsu was put on the national wanted list, and around campus people started calling me "The Lifesaver".

o - o - o - o - o

To recap, since school started, I became friends with Hayan, saved her from a vampire by revealing my secret, met Father Michael and Hayan's younger siblings, and also saved another person from a vampire attack.

My life in Korea had been extremely eventful, and it only became more so with the introduction of Detective Euntae Hwang.

It was another day at the university, and there were students outside of the school protesting the recent vampire attacks. I was irritated, but I could also understand where they were coming from. Recent examples like Byungsu had shown that it was all too easy for vampires to hide on campus.

I was with Hayan, and the two other freshman she had met at the pub.

"Excuse me, are you Hayan Park?"

We all turned around to see a handsome red haired man. I looked at Hayan, and from her reaction, she recognized him.

"Hayan," I whispered to her, "you know this man?"

"Yes," she whispered back, "he saved me and my siblings from gangsters this one time."

Well, if he helped Hayan, he could be a good person, but he could also be faking it...

"Oh, and you must be the other person I'm looking for!"

I pointed at myself in surprise. "Me?"

"Yes, you! Let me introduce myself..."

He smiled, before proceeding to tell us all how about how he graduated from the police academy at the top of his class...and how he was made captain of the criminal investigations unit...and how he was the superstar of the vampire task force....and...

I sighed and facepalmed.

"We get it, you're a detective. Please, we don't need to hear your entire life story..."

"Oh, silly me! I chattered on for too long, huh?"

Hayan's friends said goodbye before leaving us with the detective, blushes still present on their faces. As Hayan and I walked to the dining hall with the detective to continue our conversation with him, I noticed a lot of attention on us. Or rather, the detective.

By the time we got to our destination, Hayan and I had begrudgingly learned more about him.

He wasn't kidding when he said he was an expert about vampires. He had even invented a method to kill vampires: paralyzing them and then burning them alive in a furnace. To create such a brutal method, this man...he was dangerous.

I was on my guard while waiting for what else he had to say. He had ordered an entire table's worth of food, while I ordered drinks for Hayan and I. He insisted on buying food for us as well, but I rejected him quite firmly.

The detective, Euntae Hwang as he called himself, asked us about the vampire who had killed the loan shark. Apparently, that was what Detective Hwang was investigating. The police were trying to figure out how the vampire died, and if it was related to the recent case of Byungsu...

I could tell that Hayan was nervous around the detective. He must be bringing up bad memories of the vampire attack.

Detective Hwang didn't let up in his interrogation though. If anything, he got more extreme. Did he suspect Hayan and I were vampires? Well, that wouldn't do. I pondered how to get out of this mess, when something unexpected happened.

The detective cut his hand with the knife he was using for his food.

It was quite a deep cut, and the blood flowed steadily from the wound.

"Ouch! I cut myself! I guess my fingers were too tense..."

Was he that desperate to reveal us as vampires? I'm glad I had the foresight to order a drink, so that I had something else to focus on instead of the blood. But it made me upset that Hayan seemed to look even more uncomfortable now.

"Detective, why don't you go to the nurse's office and get a bandage for that cut?"

"Are you sure? I can always get a bandage at the police station..."

"No, no, you should definitely go and get that checked out. The sooner the better."

"Alright then. I suppose this is goodbye for now."

'For now?' I hope that's 'forever' instead. The detective left after packing up the rest of his food, and I wanted Hayan and I to go home as quickly as possible, but Hayan insisted on buying some sticky rice bread for her siblings. I was going to object, but caved after Hayan gave me her best pair of puppy dog eyes.

The line for the baked goods was long today. We waited for a while, until we finally bought the bread and left the dining hall. But, we ran into the detective on our way out.

"Hey, we meet again!"

I facepalmed, for a different reason this time.

"Yayyyy...so glad we keep running into each other."

If he noticed my sarcasm, the detective didn't comment on it.

"Well, we'd love to stay and chat more, but Hayan has to go home and take care of her very sick siblings..."

"Huh? But my siblings aren't -"

"Yep! Very sick! Oh the poor little ones!"

I grabbed Hayan's hand and we speed walked away from the detective...

....

....

"It's time for us to takes matters into our own hands! Let's prove that we're not vampires!"

Damn it.

The protestors from earlier were now cutting people in order to prove that they weren't vampires. It was chaos all around us. Some students were willing, but most thought that the student council protestors were taking it too far. I thought about going back inside and waiting for the chaos to die down. There had to be teachers who would stop this madness, right?

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back to see it was Detective Hwang.

He leaned down to whisper to Hayan and I, "Just start walking." So we did exactly that, until we were stopped.

The student council members were blocking our path.

"Have you done the test to prove you're not a vampire?"

They weren't backing down. Hayan raised a complaint, but that only seemed to make them angrier. One of them grabbed Hayan's wrist, and I prepared to brush it off, but when he pulled back Hayan's sleeve, we all saw the bandage on her arm.

It was still wet with blood.

But whose? Is it...the detective's? From when he cut his hand earlier with the knife? When and how did he get the bandage onto Hayan's arm?

"You see? We already did it. Do you need more proof?"

Detective Hwang was calm and collected as he slid Hayan's sleeve back down. That should have been the end of the matter, but a new obstacle stood in our way: the student council leader.

"She could have gotten that bandage anywhere. I wasn't able to see her do the test, so I need her to do it again."

This was getting ridiculous.

The student council leader made a go at grabbing Hayan's arm again, but Detective Hwang caught him midair.

"It's a crime to go around using a blade on people against their will. Unless you want to be charged, I suggest stopping."

He flashed his police ID at the student council members, which was finally enough to get them to leave us alone. The three of us were able to get away from campus unimpeded.

I was reluctantly grateful for the detective. Hayan and I could have waited inside the university, but then the council members would have kept accosting other students outside. With the threat of police intervention, they'd be unlikely to continue.

"Thank you...Detective Hwang."

"Oh please, call me Captain."

"...Captain Hwang."

He added his number to Hayan and I's contacts, before the three of us parted ways.

o - o - o - o - o

I had gotten a text from Hayan.

I...I need you. Please...please come. I'm sitting in front of the pizza restaurant...

I knew exactly where Hayan was referring to. I grabbed my umbrella and my rain jacket, before quickly heading out to find Hayan. I had no idea why she'd send me such a strange text, but whatever the reason, it sounded urgent.

The rain was pouring, and Hayan was absolutely soaked.

"Hayan! You're going to get sick like that!"

I gave Hayan my umbrella to hold, while I went into the nearest store to buy a towel for Hayan. I came back out and gave her the towel to dry off while still holding onto the umbrella. After she finished drying off, Hayan looked...dejected.

"Can you tell me now why you called me out here?"

Hayan kept her head lowered as she explained what happened to her.

"Father Michael...he...he and I got into a fight."

"You got into a fight...? About what?"

"He...he's not letting me go to school anymore."

"What?!"

I was flabbergasted. Then, my astonishment turned into indignation.

"He...he can't do that! You haven't even finished the semester yet!"

"I know...I tried arguing against it, but he...he's made up his mind."

"Hayan..."

I was still aggravated on Hayan's behalf, but seeing her appear so defeated dampened my mood.

"Maybe you need to spend some time away from Father Michael...that could do both you and him good."

"But...where would I stay?"

"Don't be siily! You can stay with me!"

"Really...? You'd do that for me?"

"Of course!"

I gave Hayan a hug. She was no longer frowning, but grinning in relief instead.

Hayan stayed over at my apartment that night. She went home briefly to get her things and her scooter, and to tell Father Michael she was staying over at my place. That made him more upset, but Hayan didn't care. She was still mad at him.

My apartment was relatively small, so I didn't have a guest room for Hayan to stay in. She told me it was okay, and decided to sleep on my couch instead. I was embarrassed I couldn't get Hayan a more comfortable place to sleep.

The next day, Hayan and I decided to go on a walk in the neighborhood to cool off. It was raining again, and we saw a bunch of people gathered around the street gutters. They were panicking, and when we peeked inside the gutter to see the source of all the commotion, we saw a cat close to drowning.

I wanted to help the cat, but I didn't want to reveal my alter ego. Then, I came up with a brilliant idea.

"Attention, please! Does everyone here know what tug of war is? Yes? We can do something similar! Everyone here line up behind me, and hold on to the person in front of you! Then, pull with all your might!"

They did as I instructed, and with the help of my vampire strength, we were able to pull the lid off of the gutter and save the cat. Someone had called 119 beforehand, but since we all saved the cat, there was nothing left to do but get our picture taken in the newspaper. Hayan and I were one of the people who received the "Good Samaritan Award".

Hayan wanted to go home and tell Father Michael about how we saved the cat. I didn't think it was a good idea, but I conceded in the end. Surely Father Michael couldn't be mad about saving an innocent animal's life?

I was disappointed to find that I was wrong. Hayan came to me in tears. She had another argument with Father Michael. So another night passed where Hayan stayed over with me.

Father Michael called Hayan the next morning to tell her that he, Yerim, and Yunsu moved to another neighborhood. He sounded apologetic about the day before. He told Hayan that he moved her stuff to their new home, and if she'd like to come over to see it.

"Go ahead, I don't mind. You should check up on your siblings too."

I gave Hayan a thumbs up, and encouraged her to go. I'd still be there for her when she needed me. Hayan gratefully thanked me, and went over to check up on her siblings, and Father Michael. She called me later, in better spirits.

"I patched things up with Father Michael. It's still kind of rough, but we're making progress."

"Hayan, that's great news! Why don't you stay over tonight then?"

"Okay...."

Hayan stayed with Father Michael, Yerim, and Yunsu for the rest of the week, while I was busy with school. I had mostly accepted the fact that Hayan wouldn't be going to college anymore, but at least we could still hang out together outside of it.

o - o - o - o - o

I got a request from Hayan to come and watch over her siblings for her, while she went out.

"Thank you so much for coming over! Yerim and Yunsu are in bed, but if they wake up and need anything, I feel much better knowing you're there with them."

"It's no problem at all! But just out of curiosity, what do you need to go out for?"

"Father Michael still hasn't come home, even though it's already night time. He's never been this late before..."

"Oh, I see. You'll be going to the church then?"

"Yep!"

"Okay, I'll see you when you get back!"

I expected Hayan to come back with Father Michael, after dealing with whatever was keeping him busy at the church.

But instead, Hayan came back with a police officer and a coroner.

"Unnie, what's going on?"

Yerim and Yunsu were rubbing the sleep from their eyes after they had been woken up by Hayan.

"As Ms. Park requested, the three of you present, sans Ms. Park's friend, are the next of kin of Father Michael. It is with a heavy heart and our deepest condolences that we announce the passing of Myeongsu Choi on this night. We are sorry for your loss, and offer you all our deepest sympathies."

After the coroner announced the death of Father Michael, the police officer and the coroner left to allow Hayan and her siblings to grieve. Yerim and Yunsu were quiet, before tears started falling from their eyes.

"U-unnie, what did they mean? F-father Michael is dead?"

"Yerim....Yunsu..."

Since Hayan arrived earlier, she had tried keeping up a strong front for her siblings. But as she embraced them in her arms, I saw her shoulders trembling. I enveloped Hayan in my arms as the four of us stood there, the quiet of the apartment interspersed with the sniffles and sobs of Hayan and her siblings.

Three days later, Father Michael's funeral was held. Captain Hwang came, along with everyone in the neighborhood, to pay their respects to Father Michael.

I stayed with Hayan and her siblings the days after the funeral. Hayan and her siblings had to prepare to move out, because of the death of their adoptive father. I helped them pack their things back at the apartment, while Hayan visited the rectory to get Father Michael's belongings.

She later told me about the letters Father Michael had written to her.

"He wrote all those letters...for me....he wanted to give them to me, but never found the chance to..."

'And now he never would', was left unsaid.

"I found this too...a business card from the Red Bomb Club."

"Red Bomb Club?!"

That was a club I had found out about during my nighttime excursions. Vampires frequented the club, and even worse, they lured unsuspecting humans in to become their prey, by posing as a safe haven.

"Why did Father Michael have a business card?"

"I don't know, but I overheard police officers at the funeral say a bunch of them had been stuck in Father's pockets."

"Could this be related? You don't think...they killed Father Michael?"

"Not just think...I know they did."

Hayan looked absolutely enraged.

"What will you do now?"

"I want to get revenge. But there's something I have to tell you first...at the church tonight."

o - o - o - o - o

Hayan and I snuck away to the church after making sure Yerim and Yunsu were safe and sound.

The roof and the walls of the church had burned away, leaving gaping holes for the moonlight to stream in.

"Okay, we're at the church. What did you want to talk about?"

"Remember that day you saved me from a vampire? You were truthful with me then, so I want to be truthful with you now."

"Truth? What truth?"

"I'm...also a pureblood vampire."

Before my very eyes, Hayan pulled her hair free from her ponytail, and I watched as it lost its color. Her eyes that I loved so much turned blue, like my own eyes when I transformed.

"This...this is...."

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, especially when you told me first..."

"....Amazing!"

"Huh? You're not betrayed? Upset I kept this from you?"

"Why would I be upset, dummy? You're the first pureblood I've ever met aside from my parents."

"Your parents? You never talk about them..."

"That's because..." I hesitated before forcing out the words. "...they died."

"Oh...would it be alright if I asked how?"

"They died in a fire after sacrificing themselves."

"Just like Father Michael..."

Hayan and I contemplated our losses, and the tragedies that led us to where we were at present.

"Is it okay now if I asked about your life? How did you end up with Father Michael?"

"Father Michael...took me in when I was ten. I had no one and nowhere left to go. I hated myself so much that...I even tried to turn myself in for being a vampire."

"And Father Michael stopped you?"

"Yes...Father Michael became a second dad for me."

"What happened to your birth parents?"

"I can't remember. My memories of before I met Father...are unclear."

"Well, I'll help you get your memories back! After you get revenge on Father Michael's killer."

"Thank you...thank you so much..."

Hayan hugged me tightly, just like the day I saved her from the vampire.

After she and I let go of each other, I took Hayan's hands in mine.

"Hayan...I'll always be by your side. And I'm not just saying this because we're both pureblood vampires. Even if I wasn't a vampire, I'd support you no matter what. You're my friend, and I'll be there for you, through whatever hardships may come."

"And you can depend on me too. You don't have to shoulder your burdens alone."

Hayan and I left the church, our hands still interlocked.

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[floofyflowers]

Mike with a female S/O, where they are tasked with making dinner for the survivors in the manor but S/O has no idea how to cook? Lmao idk. Hope your day/night has been going great so far. :P

heh, thank you my day hasn't been all that great but i hope your day/night is going well <3

this was interesting to write as i have personal experience with being a terrible cook.

also i know you asked for a female s/o, so it can be interpreted as so, but there are no gender implications !

mike morton x reader

this was mostly a humor/crack fic

cw: mentions of eating, food, fire, some things burn, an explosion, there's a couple curse words, and chaos

oh no. may the gods have mercy on all of your poor souls.

hc for context: i hc that the manor has virtually anything albeit foods, fabrics, supplies, whatever to fulfill almost all of your needs and wants

so, when you first entered the kitchen, to say you were slightly overwhelmed would be an understatement.

entering the kitchen, your eyes widened in shock. there were clean countertops, furnishes to help assist you with all your cooking needs, and a door leading to what you assumed was a pantry.

brushing past you, mike bounced over to the door, opening it to reveal foods of all varieties, spices and edibles you've never seen in your life, all filled with such diversity.

with a small laugh, the acrobat tugged on your arm before gleefully saying,

"we're going to have a blast, y/n!"

when i was editing this really late last night i didn't realize i made a pun til i read it over lol

now you didn't know how to cook

mike knew how to bake some pastries, but otherwise he didn't know how to make an actual meal for others to eat

this man works with explosives on a regular basis and you two are currently tasked to make an edible meal in a quite dangerous environment if you're not careful :D

so to start off, you guys managed to find a recipe book containing simple enough instructions for different meals

"y/n, why don't we try making roast beef?" mike said, rotating the book to face you, allowing you to scan the text.

reading some of the lines and prep time and whatnot, you couldn't be sure as to whether or not this was the best idea. on one hand, the instructions were straight forward and seemed pretty simple. on the other hand, you and mike had next to no cooking experience.

"uhm.. alright! i guess we can try it," you said with a slight air of newfound confidence.

"great!" mike said, clasping your hands in his, swiftly kissing your lips, before pulling back and adding,

"do you think we could make some cinnamon rolls, too?"

"sure, why not?"

grinning to yourself, you headed towards the pantry as mike pulled out pots and pans and such in the kitchen. cooking surely couldn't be that hard, right?

you thought wrong

currently, you felt as if all hell was breaking loose

at first, things went relatively smoothly, the only big issues being the mess you guys made as you went when seasoning

however, things took a turn for the disastrous after you had begun working on the vegetables and sides, with the beef roasting in the oven

this was unfortunately the second time you had to restart the vegetables as you had burned the first two servings :,)

and despite you rushing to get this done because the beef would need to be taken out soon, mike started messing around a little, attempting relieve some of your tension and slight frustration

juggling some of his bombs, the freckled man mischievously grinned.

"sweets, look!"

turning towards your lover with a pan of vegetables with some sort of sauce on them (you honestly had no clue what half the stuff was in it, but you just hoped it didn't taste terrible), you sharply inhaled.

"mike, you probably shouldn't be doing tha-!"

"it's fine, n/n, i have it under cont-" he began to say, only to fumble a little and drop a bomb.

with a crash, chaos ensued.

food splattered the walls, splattered the counters, splattered your vision. loose papers were flying and on fire, smoke laced the air, and to top it all there was a smell of something burning.

"fuck."

the two of you immediately scrambled to put the fire out in anyway possible

after the worst died down, you began to assess the damage done.

now you were left with a hunk of burned meat and charred vegetables :)

the kitchen was a wreck now and you had no dinner ready, oh, what were you to do?

"sorry, y/n," mike said, sitting next to you on the ground, your backs against the wall. "i didn't mean for this to happen."

sighing with a soft smile, you turned your head to face the apologetic mike before kissing his cheek softly.

"it's fine, mike. we'll figure something out."

and for a moment, you both sat in silence. as if a switch was flicked in your brain, you remembered something mike mentioned earlier.

"what about the cinnamon rolls you told me about earlier? do you think we could make those? we still have some time." at this point, you guys were just desperate for something now.

considering your idea, the blonde began nodding, saying,

"yeah, we could try. we'd have to make enough, though."

pulling you to your feet, mike continued speaking, gaining more energy as he spoke. "yeah.. yeah!" this could work. you're a genius, y/n!"

"mike. just no bombs whatsoever."

"...yes, y/n."

and with that, you two made everyone cinnamon rolls for dinner

while the cinnamon rolls were actually surprisingly good, it's safe to say no one's letting you two near a kitchen again any time soon.

i hope you enjoyed ! have a great day/night and remember to get some rest <3

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[mintyfrosty]

A Prince’s Guide To Reading

"Right?"

Ah, his name.

At least the one he preferred people to use for him.

The guard of the Toppat prince turned his gaze up from the door he had his eyes pinned on, studying the engravings of the wood to try and pass the time. He had to admit, being the prince's guard could be dull, since said prince seemed to take much gratitude in working within a quiet environment. Right didn't mind, of course. Then again, the commoner didn't exactly have a choice either way with what he thought or not. As if he had a choice. He didn't; that was the truth. It had been like that for the month he had found himself being the prince's care. Er, at least he thought it had been a month? Time was a bit weird in the castle. Every day seemed the same.

That wasn't to say he found it unpleasant, however.

Their eyes connected, the guard's gaze quickly descending straight after, since it was discourteous for a royal and a commoner to share a glimpse of their eyes. Well, he wasn't sure on that, but Prince Reginald had acquainted him of such. And he trusted him; a terrifying amount. And Right didn't want to get a stern talking from the king about this, that and something else. Despite clearing his throat before he spoke, Right's voice came up as hoarse and uneven like it always did. "Yes, yer 'ighness?"

Allowing his hand to rest, the royal put the quill in his hand down to table, slightly rubbing it as the chains of writing broke free. Putting his hand through so much work was unhealthy to his muscles and bones. However, much like the commoner, the prince didn't have a choice. Not since 20 years ago when the Toppat Kingdom fell under Terrence's rule. Not the time to think about, he scolded himself, bringing both of his hands down to his lap. He could at least say, however, it was flattering on how the guard put so much effort into trying to learn the mannerism that seemed impossible to understand.

"I wanted to ask you..." Started the prince, bringing himself to standing and tucking his chair into the table that sat peacefully in the halls of the library. "Do you-- know how to read and write?"

...

That came off as slightly insulting. But, unfortunately, forgivable to ask.

Crimson rose to the peasant's ears, gaze crunching as he examined the tile grooving on the floor, trying to, pathetically, hide his embarrassment. The prince was entitled to ask such a question; he was the prince for God's sake. It wasn't uncommon for a commoner such as himself to be illiterate. Many didn't have the money to claim the opportunity to educate themselves. It wouldn't be embarrassing if he said 'no', would it? Because, well, he just didn't.

He was a peasant.

A filthy one at that.

"Nah-- I mean-- No. No, I don't." Forced words of respect came out of the guard, slightly gritting his teeth with frustration as he let his accent slip his words into slang. Ugh. He hated trying to keep up with these stupid mannerisms. It was all so confusing. How the hell was he supposed to remember how to use three forks at a dinner table, wait to speak until spoken to AND not let himself slip into his comfortable language of slang? And that wasn't even the full list. "Er-- w'y do ya ask?"

"Well..." Without finishing the answer, the prince's feet waltzed over to one of the hundred books that decorated the library walls. Gloved hands met the cover a soft covered book; a light read. From where he was standing, Reginald waved an inviting hand towards the guard, taking a seat on the couch that was adjacent to the fireplace which crackled calmly. Swallowing the anxiety lodged in his throat, Right's brash footsteps pounded towards the prince, boots sounded like a wrecking ball hitting concrete. Maybe that was due to his mass. He didn't have a mind to care. With the guard now near him, the royal patted the seat lightly next to him, a smile meeting his face. "...if you can't, I'd like to teach you how to read!"

...

Wh-What?

The crimson turned a shade of magenta, spreading like a virus across his cheek and nose. Teach him? Teach him how to read? But why? Didn't the prince already have his hands full? His gaze fell over to the task assigned to Reginald, surprised to see a perfectly piled stack of scrolls. Was he finished? Wow, that was fast then. Incredibly fast. Eventually, however, the guard let his gaze fall back to the prince, eyes focused on the book in his hands rather than the blue sapphires that dotted his pupils. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, pulling on his collar to let more airflow through his clothing.

In all fairness, he didn't believe he deserved such a privilege.

Being literate was seen as such an honour; only the noblemen and royalty got the joy of being able to read and write. And that same offer to him? Definitely out of the question. He, well, he didn't believe he was worthy of such a gift. However, he most certainly didn't want to make the prince upset over the matter; maybe he could blame it on something. Something like: "Er-- I...Would we 'ave the time? With supper happening soon?"

"Oh, nonsense! We've got a few hours! Two! That's enough, I'm sure of it! You're a quick learner, you know!" It only occurred to Reginald that there was a big difference between the prince wanting to teach him how to read and Right actually wanting to learn how to perform such an act. A quick sound of hesitation came from the prince, excitement in his tone dying as his shoulders fell to his sides. "Of course...only if you'd allow me."

Oh, God. He couldn't refuse now.

Because yes, despite reading being hard to master, Right couldn't be more excited about the offer, yet nothing on his face implied so. Lost on the prince's words, the guard nodded with certainty, holding his hands up and shaking them slightly. "Na- No-- I'd be t' rilled ta learn, ya majesty--"

Dammit, he was committed to it now. No going back. Just be on high alert.

Although the guard took a hesitant seat on his side, the prince couldn't be more excited, a large grin dotted his face gently. Reginald opened the book to the first page, their shoulders touching as he held the left side of the cover, gesturing for Right to take the opposing side. Trapped by anxiety, the guard's breath wouldn't come out of his throat, numbly grabbed ahold with his right hand to open the book. Foreign symbols came into his vision when it was a simple text of English. Jesus, how was going to learn this? He didn't understand any of it. He couldn't learn how to read-- this was dumb-- this was stupid. "Alright...let's start at the beginning..."

Gently, the prince's voice hit his ears, voice brimming with excitement.

...Sigh.

Guess he didn't have a choice.

But, at least, this was better than staring at the door engravement all damn day, waiting for something that would never happen.

The story Reginald had picked out was something about a girl from a village. An oddball herself; she knew how to read. How ironic. Then one day her father got kidnapped at an old castle that belonged to a cursed prince that had turned into a beast. And to save her father's life, traded herself to be the beast's prisoner. But, interestingly, the two fell in love and the curse on the prince was broken.

Huh.

What an odd tale. Granted, probably one of the first that Right had ever heard of but...still so odd.

The prince went slow with the words from the text, running his finger under words and pronouncing them slowly, teaching him what letters made what sounds. Vowels were undoubtedly the hardest; some words could have two of the same vowel yet make different sounds. Of course, he'd been speaking the language his whole life but...now it was different. He could physically see how goddamn confusing the English language was. By the time they got to Chapter 3, an hour had passed, the prince looking up to the guard brightly. "Alright, your turn!"

Right blinked.

...

"...you know...your turn to read!"

...

H-Huh? "Eh?" He couldn't. "I can't--"

"Of course, you can!" Cheered Reginald, the prince moving his gloved hand to underneath the first word, written beautifully in ink. Calligraphy made it hard to discern which letter was which. Gaining his breath back from swallowing the anxiety lodged in his throat, the guard gritting his teeth, a crimson colour rising to his ears slightly out of embarrassment.

"Er-- I still don't get a lot of it--"

"That's okay! I'll help you along the way! It'll be fine, just watch!" No matter how much he tried to stop himself, he couldn't help that redness from his ears spreading to his face in a blush. Dammit. The prince's excitement was contagious; spreading and capturing his heart like some sort of plague. It made him want to try and complete this mission he was destined to fail at. He'd been learning to read for no less than an hour, and now he was going to read on his own? Seemed impossible. But that darn smile was enough to make him want to. Want to try. Want to learn.

Okay. He could try.

Hopefully.

"Er-- alright--"

It was slow.  Painfully slow.

The commoner needed more help from the prince than he could read words on his own. Nevertheless, successful. Very slow, but steady, gently drifting his voice across the paper to bring meaning to the written dialogue. Even if he made mistakes and made a fool of himself, he was still having fun. The prince was encouraging, giving him compliments and words of pride at when he could read a full sentence on his own. It was...touching, dramatically so. Crimson on his face turned to a soft, pastel magenta, taking comfort in the royal's presence instead of being on edge. Yes, it was technically not allowed for the two to be so close, despite having their shoulders touching, but the commoner didn't care.

The king and noblemen of the kingdom were still ignorant of the idea that Right had met the prince before the assassin outbreak. Heh; funny that the commoner was just coming for a visit but ended up being roped to be his guard. All because he saved the royal's life in an alleyway.

How curious...

However, it led to one problem; his guard was down. He got too complacent.

Find their shoulders sitting side by side was getting a little too uncomfortable, the commoner raised his, moving closer, then wrapping it around the prince's shoulders. There. Nice and comfy. If the feeling of the royal's muscles tense up hadn't occurred, he would've stayed there and continued. But, of course, life wasn't kind to anyone. Dread settled in his heart, abruptly stopping mid-sentence and pushing himself away and standing. Why did he do that? WHY did he do that!? WHYDIDHEDOTHAT?!

"I-I'm so sorry-- I don't know wot came o'er me!" Stamped the commoner, raising his hands and shaking them as if it were some kind of defence. God-- the king would have his head for this. What was he thinking!? Just, ya know, causally wrap your filthy, peasant arm around the shoulders of the prince of the Toppat Kingdom! No stress! Not one ounce of it! Dammit- Dammit- DAMMIT--

"I-t won't 'appen again-- I was just-- I-- I just--"

"Woah-- Woah! Hey, it's okay, Right!" Exclaimed the prince, quickly rising out of his seat and taking a firm grasp of his hand. Right, still scrambling to find something to say, looked down at their hands, caramel eyes finally connecting with the azure blue pupils that belonged to the prince's eyes. They were holding hands--

This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.

A commoner shouldn't have been that close to a prince; let alone even within one meter of him. But to wrap his ARMS around his shoulder!? What was he thinking!? What was he doing?!

Shakily, he exhaled, not making any movement to return the grasp to his hand.

"Jesus-- I'm sorry I-- I just--" Stuck on his sentence, the guard brought his free hand to his face to try and conceal the growing magenta colour that lingered there.

"Just-- this 'ole thin' 'f not knowin' ya. And 'avin' to act like I ain't got a clue who you are or 'o you are aside from all the duties ya got stacked up--- it's kind of-- it's so frustratin'. 'Cause, yer know, ya funny and ya kind-- and ya got this presence about ya. And 've gotta act all manners and other bullshit-- I can't even just sit by ya witho't worryin' that 'm gonna get my head chopped off or you worryin' about 'dis stupid code-- JUST--" The commoner let out a grunt, bringing the hand on his face to his hair, tugging it slightly.

"It-It's just-- I wanna han' out wit' ya-- but-- we just can't. And it drives me bonkers."

A deadly silence filled the room as the commoner let weeks worth of venting material, catching the prince by an immense surprise. Of course, a faint colour of rose pink painted over his cheeks at the brief compliments, but nothing could stop or control the sudden frown forming on his face. In a way, the prince was dreading this. The lack of personal freedom for the guard was probably doing his head in, and the fact that he and the commoner knew each other beforehand probably made the situation much much worse for him. Even if Reginald had nothing to do with it (even though he had everything to do with it), he couldn't help but feel pity. He hadn't had freedom his whole life and, whilst he'd grown used to it, it was terrible in the beginning. Difficult, in other words.

Sympathetically, Reginald raised his free hand toward Right's that clutched against his hair, pulling it down from his face.

"Right...I'm okay-- I should be sorry I'm--" The prince let out a muffled sigh. "Y-Yes...I understand. This whole matter is aggravating. And I do want to spend time with you too! Believe me, I do. Heh, kind of why I asked to teach you to read. It's just-- I'm sorry I...I'm not used to this whole...' being close to someone' thing if you get what I mean? I've never met a commoner before you. And even then, there's all these rules and orders. And yet, you seem so nice and friendly compared to what I've been told what commoners are like. What I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry for my reaction with your arm-- I'm just-- following what I've been told to do."

...

An apology?

Jesus--

Reginald had to be the pure heartiest prince he had ever met if HE was apologising for a reaction that Right caused. In a way, it made his blood completely fire, bringing a low scowl to his face. It made the whole situation worse when you considered how the prince was treated by the king. Like garbage, that's what. And even then, Reginald put himself second to Right, considering his comfort to be more important than his own. Dammit-- that colour was rising back to his face, stifling a cough that rose to his throat.

The guard let out some sort of chuckle. "Heh-- we're both tryna follow rules 'ere-- Ehehe--"

Right didn't laugh a lot, but when Reginald heard it, it filled his heart up. A small smile itself met his lips, sharing his laughter. And only for an impossibly short amount of time, the prince's eyes shot purple, but far too quick for anyone to take note of it. They were both kind of messes; wanting to talk and laugh and NOT do something royalty related. The prince held up a hand. "Okay-- Okay. How about this. If I finish tomorrow and we have enough spare time, do you...want to spend that time finishing this book with me? To 'hang out', as you called it. We'll go out to the gardens; where no one can find us."

...

A smile met the guard's lips, putting a hand to his chest and bowing slightly.

"It would be ma greatest 'onour, my prince." ~~~XxX~~~ MEDIEVAL AU FLUFF BOYSSS!!

Thank you so much for reading this fanfic!!

For those wondering, this takes place in the transitional period between Right’s arrival and Galeforce’s arrival x3 

Also, yes I know that Beauty and The Beast didn’t exist yet but shh its cute

Oki have doodle!

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “Letting Go.”

Wrote this today, hope you like it, and hope you all have a great day :)

“We have to take him to a hospital.”

His hearing echoed, his ears rang, and his body felt cold and numb. He hurt all over.

“No! That's the last thing he needs right now.”

“Not to be rude but, are you stupid! The last tie i checked, I am the only one here with a Doctorate in actual doctoring.

The world swirled slowly to the left and then to the right.

“Last time I checked I’ve been in his shoes before. You have any idea what they are going to do, they are going to assume he jumped off that bridge on purpose. They are going to strap him down, which is going to make things worse, they are going to bring in psych, who are then going to determine that he should be locked down. That is the last thing this man needs right now, and believe me I have been in his shoes.” he faded out and then back in again.

“Than what do you suggest.”

“You’re a doctor aren’t you, so as long as we have you, he is going to be fine. Let's just get him back to my hotel, but I am telling you the last thing he needs is a noisy smelly hospital room.”

“And how are we going to get him back?”

He faded back in and back out again, “I can carry him.”

“He weights over two hundred pounds.” “Than I will take lots of breaks.”

He faded out again, this time for a long while, waking up only briefly an unknown time later. He was lying, uncomfortably over someone else’s shoulder and staring at the ground as it passed by below him. Little streaks of light dotted his vision from the pain, and he felt back unconscious before he could really understand what was going on.

***

Kier Lindsay stared down at the young man, watching as the strange little alien creature got to work. He had once heard that multitasking was pretty much impossible for humans as the brain was too interconnected to allow for it, but his creature didn’t seem to have any problems. All four of its arms seemed to work independently of each other as it stitched the unconscious man back into one piece. Looking him over the doctor had determined that he had managed to fracture his good leg and some of the bones in his right arm and side, but otherwise he was less injured than they had hoped. 

Then again this was without considering the psychological duress he might be under at the moment.

He grimaced thinking about it.

He had been there before, he had been there and he had hurt a lot of people in the process.

He continued to watch as the alien stitched the other man up with great precision…

Man? 

Honestly he wasn’t much more than a kid, his face was still smooth, unscared by time . Not a hint of white showed in his blond hair, and as he slept, the lines of his face were soft enough that Kier couldn’t shake the feeling that he WAS nothing more than a child.

A child who had had responsibility placed on him far to soon.

To be only in you late twenties and have command of an entire galactic armada.

That was too much to ask for anyone, much less someone like him. Kier couldn’t shake the thoughts as he stared down thinking about how despite technically being an adult for a long enough time, he doubted this man had ever been given a chance to grow up, at least not in the right ways. Turned to the academy at age fourteen, he had been doing adult jobs for longer than most people. He had been thrown into an environment where intelligence and performance mattered but social opportunities were sort of lacking, and then to be thrown right onto the enterprise and into war before trying to recover and immediately turning back to the one group of people that had failed him so badly…..

Adam vir was just a kid, an overly optimistic too trusting kid who had been taken advantage of by the system time and time again. He was like a golden retriever hurt by his master but still loyal enough to come crawling back.

It almost made him sick to watch, but he knew just by looking at him that he would never consider leaving. 

Even if it were for his health.

Kier sighed and sat down by the bed staring at the boy with his chin cupped in one hand.

He had a son about Adam Vir’s age, a boy that was just beginning to pull his life together into some semblance of controlled. It had taken him a lot of mistakes and a lot of experience to figure out who he was, and he ached for the realisation that this man probably never got that.

He knew the feeling all too well.

He shook himself a little, dad mode was something you couldn’t really just turn off, at least not in his case. If there were people younger than him, he felt the automatic obligation to adopt them whether they wanted it or not.

Young people deserved guidance from someone who was older and the more people to do it the better. Lindsay hadn’t seen any of Adam’s family members at the trial, which didn’t necessarily mean anything, but he also got the impression that maybe the had avoided telling them on purpose, which was another red flag he was going to have to discuss with the boy woke up.

If he woke up.

***

He woke up some time later, though he couldn’t have guessed what time. The room was dark aside from the blue light of the TV. A little bit of natural light filtered in from the window, but rain clouds dotted blanketed the sky above. Rain pattered against the window in sheets obscuring the city landscape.

He groaned and tilted his head to the side.

A soft whimper, and something warm and wet ran over the back of his hand.

He tilted his head to the side.

The room was small, only big enough for a queen sized bed, a tv and a small desk. There was adoor to a small bathroom right next to a door that likely lead out into the hallway. The hotel room was small, but clean.

And it wasn’t his.

He turned his head a little further, gritting his teeth against the pain as his bleary eyes fell on the silhouette of a man sitting at the end of the bed. He was slightly hunched forward one hand resting on his knee as he flipped through the channels.

“Adam, can you hear me.’

He turned his head a little further to the right, to where Kril was standing beside him, a look of concern on his face.

The silhouette turned to face him, no more than a balck blob against the light. It was impossible to make out his face.

“Where am I? He croaked

The man stood and stepped forward, stepping out of the way of the TV and allowing some light to fall on the side of his face, “My hotel room, sorry about how cramped it is, but until yesterday I was kind of short on cash.”

Adam blinked, the cogs in his brain grinding to a slow start as he stared at the man’s face, which was familiar but he just couldn’t…

“Cigarette.”

It was the first word his brain could think of to describe the man when he finally recognised him, and in his goggy state it was the only thing he could think of, “Where do you even buy those these days.”

“Lets just say if I could quit my smoking habit than maybe I wouldn’t be so short of cash…. Anyway, how are you feeling.”

“Like shit…. What…. What happened.”

The other man sighed and pulled up the chair from the desk, sitting next to him, “You must have had a pretty bad PTSD attack. Looks like you jumped off an overpass and then rad headfirst into a brick wall.”

He grunted, “that explains a lot I guess….” he paused, “I thought…. I thought I was doing fine. I felt…. Fine and now…” A hand rested on his shoulder, “I know, I understand.”

Adam blinked, squinting at him slightly in the darkness, “Who are you/”

“The name is Kier but most of my friends call me Lindsay. I don’t know why, guess our days in the army just sort of rubbed off on us, now we only refer to people by their last names really.”

“What were you doing at the trial.”

The man smiled a little sadly, “Watching some assholes git their comeuppance, oh, and being awarded about five million dollars compensation.”

It took Adam even longer to digest that, “You….. you’re Steel eye-” The last two words came out as a squeak.”

Lindsay turned on the light by the bed, bathing them both in a warm yellow glow. Now that Adam could get a good look at him, he saw an older man probably in his late forties or early fifties. His hair was steel grey but well groomed, and he had the body of a man half his age. He wore only a tattered flannel rolled up to the sleeves and a white T-shirt. The back and sides of his arms were dotted with familiar circular scars  all with a silver sort of sheen.

And, surprisingly, little silver dots….

Iron eye implants.

He turned his head to stare up at him, “You…. you are one of the five.”

“Yep, we never met during the war but I’ve been watching your career on the news for some time now. Some real impressive stuff kid.” he smiled, smiled and easy smile of someone who actually meant it.

Adam felt a sudden pang of guilt and shame.

For a moment he couldn’t figure out what it had stemmed from, until he realised. This man seemed fine, and here he was a complete wreck.

“How are you….. Ok after all that?” he wondered almost bitterly.

Lindsay shook his head, “Don’t start with that. I've jumped from one war to another my entire life. I have more experience than you.”

Adam went quiet, “So you were fine…. After steel eye.”

The man snorted, “No… no no, not even close.”

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.”

The man shrugged, “Lost both my legs in the war, one above the knee and one below. When I got home my family didn’t have enough money to get me good prosthetics, so I was pretty much wheelchair bound for a year or so.” he sighed, “I came back a shell of a man to a family who really needed a father. It was so bad for a time, everyday I thought about just…. Not being there anymore. I didn’t  talk to my wife, I didn’t talk to my kids, and when I did speak I was angry all the time or apathetic.” His shoulders slumped, “For a time, I didn’t have much of a relationship with my middle daughter or my oldest son. I had drug withdrawals so bad I even wheeled myself halfway across town to try and find something…. Heroin maybe, anything that might take the edge off,” He snorted sadly, “I see it as a blessing now that no one would sell to me. I went over the edge drinking, and chain smoking and trying to bum pills off of any doctor I could find. Luckily with regulations on pills these days, I wasn’t given any.”

Adam felt his mouth go dry, “That bad.”

He nodded, “Woke up screaming most nights because of the dreams. For a while my kids moved out of the house because my wife was scared for thor safety.” He held up a hand, “Even during that time I would never have hit them intentionally, but my dreams were getting so bad that I would wake up flailing, and I would jump at the smallest sound. Anything could set me off.”

He sighed sadly, “But my wife bless her soul, is the strongest woman I know.” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a photograph showing it to Adam with a look of pride so profound  it made even Adam’s heart ache.

What he saw was a nice family. Two younger kids, a teenage boy, and a woman.

She had short black hair spiked up and dark lipstick on, and the look on her face was indicative of someone full of mischievous humor.

“My angel. She stayed by me even though she should have left. I tried to get her to leave, even made my behavior worse at one point to drive her off. She SHOULD have left me, but she didn’t. I had the mot amazing support system. She held me from falling any further into it, and my little girl, my little girl Bethany, that little girl pulled me out by my hair and dragged me back to reality. She was too young to realise how horrible I was being, and she just thought I was sick. No matter how much my wife tried to keep hr away from me, she always came to see me somehow, with ‘medicine’.” 

He smiled, “Generally it was just a tube of baby M&Ms. I refused at first, but she insisted, and the one day I decided to take them just to quiet her down, she told me that I would be all better.”

He waited with pent up breath.

“That night, I slept without nightmares…. The placebo effect is a hell of a thing if a child can convince a grown ass man that M&Ms ar medicine. I woke up and my head had never been so clear in my entire life. I saw what I was doing to them, and to my little girl and to my other kids…. I have never cried that hard in my entire life, but it was just what I needed. Some emotion to break the cycle of anger and apathy. It wasn’t an easy road from there, but I finally got smart and started listening to my wife. Somehow managed to get my kids to forgive me, and from there we worked as a team to get me back on my feet.” he patted the cigarette in his pocket, “This is what remains from those days…. Can’t seem to quit, but working on it.”

Adam was quiet for some time, 

“It was that hard on your family.”

“It was. I am glad they stayed but at the same time I wish they hadn’t been so hurt by me.

He sighed and leaned his head back, “I don’t think that is possible for me.”

A hand turned to rest down on his shoulder, “I know it sounds hard right now but…. I have a theory if you want to hear it.”

He sighed, “Shoot, it's not like I have any other bright ideas.”

“What are you?”

“What do you mean.”

“I mean when all the trappings are stripped away from you, your job and your title…. What makes you…. You.”

He paused for a moment, opened his mouth and then closed it, “I…. Im a….I….” The other man waited, his eyes sad.

The only things Adam could think of were related to his job.

When he was silent for some minutes, the man patted his arm, “All these years of service and you've never taken time to construct a framework for yourself that can survive outside of your job. If you keep defining yourself by what you do and how well you preform than you aren’t going to last. You constantly do everything for everyone else, but why not think about doing something for yourself for once, be completely selfish. Don’t go on vacation because, I bet this will calm me down and make me a better leader when I return, go on vacation because you bloody well want to job be damned.”

Adam opened his mouth to protest, but the man silenced him.

“Even if you love your job, you need breaks from it. You need to set the line to where your job ends and you begin, otherwise you won’t have a personality left when you are done. Take some time to fix YOU before lending yourself to everyone else.”

He rested his head back, “That sounds….. Difficult.”

The man patted him on the arm, “You’ve proven you can do hard things, now is just the time to do another hard thing.”

Adam nodded but inside his head he was beginning to feel a little hopeless. He knew that Lindsay was right. He knew that he was messed up, and everything he had done up to this point was just going to be a bandage. 

And until he was fixed.

He was going to have to give up a few things.

He hated the idea of hurting people like Lindsay had described, so…. So that meant doing something that he wasn’t going to like.

“Do you…. Do you mind if I…. speak with you…. On occasion.”

The man smiled, “I already put my number in your phone if you need me. I work law enforcement now so I might be busy, but if you need my help Ill do my best.”

***

He didn’t want the court’s blood money. He would have tossed it away if he could, but he knew that was just his confused mind talking. Money was money, so he mostly gave it away. Gave it away to his parents for their retirement, and to his brothers and sisters for their kids college funds. He gave some to his brother to get him a better house in a new area, but he kept some for himself. It would have been irresponsible not to buy himself a house, to get himself a place away from his job and the ship.

He didn’t know where to buy it at first thinking that earth was too mundane but anything further out was too far removed. So, he bought a little private property on the moon. It cost a shit ton of money but, he had that in spades now. He only told his family about it.

They weren’t exactly happy with them when he finally told them where he had been. They had wanted to be there to support him, but he couldn’t find t in himself to feel bad that they hadn’t see the pictures and the videos he had been forced to see. He apologized and promised he would do better in the future.

He felt disconnected from himself.

Out of touch.

The crew of the Omen was just as angry with him, perhaps even more so than his family.. The intervening days that led him back to his ship feeling detached was like…. Some sort of horrible dream. He felt like he was slipping backward down a slippery slope and watching the light fade away from him. 

He was scrambling on the rocks but couldn’t find purchase.

Perhaps it was the idea of what he had to do next that hurt  him so much. Hurt him so much that he didn’t want to think about it, but he knew he had to. He didn’t want to but he knew he had to. It was the only way he was going to be able to feel ok about himself, about fixing himself.

Maybe things would change when he finally came back.

Maybe when he recovered, he could change what he was about to do.

And maybe he was about to ruin it forever.

He walked down the hallway of the engineering corridor despondent, like he was watching himself in third person.

He reached out a hand that didn’t feel like his and knocked on the wall of the ship.

A familiar face turned to look at him from her workspace in the dark. Sunny stood and paused to look at him, “Adam, are you alright.”

“Sunny…. We…. need to talk.”

She paused eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Are you ok.” she repeated.

He walked in taking a seat on her work bench and staring down at his hands.

“Is this about, the trial….. I mean yes I am a little mad that you didn’t tell me. Is it because I’m a Drev, is it because it would have looked bad. I know I don’t understand human politics, but maybe….”

He held up a hand, and she grew quiet.

He sat for a long moment fighting himself on the inside,and then forcing himself to look up at her. He could feel hot tears prickling at the back of his eyes though, for some reason he couldn’t get them to fall.

She deserved that he at least LOOK at her.

He felt sick.

He just wanted to throw up. 

This…. This was the hardest thing he had ever done. 

“Sunny…. I… while I was away, at the trial.”

She stared at him slow horror and confusion passing across her face.

“Well, I learned some things about myself. Number one being that, I….. I never recovered from what happened to me. From Steel eye and the war. Ive been bandaging it up for the past few years assuming that I can fix it, but at this point…. I wonder if I ever will.” He took a deep breath and locked eyes with her, “I’m broken, and until I can fix myself…. I think its best if-”

“No, no no no that's not how this works.”

He continued speaking, “I think it's best if we take a break.”

“NO!”

“Sunny I love you but I. I am not Capable of being what you need or deserve.” he stood reaching a hand forward, “I can’t subject you to myself like that.”

She jerked away from his hand, “that should be MY decision it would be OUR decision.”

“Sunny please…. I am so sorry.”

“On my planet, battle pairs fight WITH each other no matter how hard the battle is.”

His voice shook timorous and fading fast, “And on my planet, sometimes loving someone means letting them go.”

[acotar-shit-thoughts]

MY RE-WRITING PARTS OF THE ACOTAR SERIES

*some acosf spoilers thrown in because i realize that SJM is writing a story so far removed from what i thought the story should go*

*a bit rant-y but i think this would have made the story more compelling*

i still think elain should have died in the cauldron back in ACOMAF and in my logic this would set of a story that will definitely heal and see powerful women who didn’t have power before be able to weld and rise up.

- nesta and feyre is over protective of elain and would do anything for her (and quite frankly elain’s personality is almost none existent. nesta and feyre are fantastic juxtapositions of one another and can carry themselves well)

- killing elain in the cauldron would up the stakes for both feyre and nesta (instead of making the only thing interesting about elain being likeable, gardening, azriel/lucien ships, pretty and agreeable, and bouncing back and forth between sisters)

- therefore forcing them to work together; push aside their personal bad blood for one another in the name of avenging elain

- through that process of strategizing and learning about fae and their own abilities (feyre’s high lord powers and nesta’s power she stole from the cauldron) they learn to appreciate one another. (and since this is a love story, nesta can still train with cassian but it would be BECAUSE SHE ASKED TO BE TRAINED instead of being forced to)

- they would eventually HAVE to confront their deep personal relationship to one another and move pass their old pains (INSTEAD OF MAKING FEYRE ALMOST DIE FROM SOMETHING THAT SHOULDN’T BE AN ISSUE OR ANY OF THE SPITEFUL SHIT THAT HAPPENS IN ACOSF)

- we learn about their family and their dynamics and how they can agree that their father is trash and even talk about the pain their mother gave (where BOTH SISTERS WILL HAVE AN APPRECIATION OF EACH OTHER AND MAKE SURE WHEN THEY HAVE FAMILIES OF THEIR OWN THEY WON’T TREAT THEIR KIDS THE SAME WAY AND EVEN HELPING HUMAN FAMILIES WHO STRUGGLED LIKE THEM)

- no locking anyone up!!!! the self sabotage of nesta won’t happen because she will put her energy into avenging elain; thus fighting for a bigger cause than herself and make her actually use the power she stole. SHE WOULD HAVE AGENCY. NO RELYING ON THE DRINKING/SEX BECAUSE OF PAIN TROPE. NO RHYSAND BEING A FUCKEN DICK AND EVERYONE SHIT TALKING TO NESTA. they can still have that disagreeable dynamic, whatever but rhysand being over protective and everyone else ganging up on her was disgusting and she did not deserve that.

- WE WILL SEE THEM BECOME LEADERS -- they will lead the strategy along w the IC; we will see them lead with the other high lords, we will see them convince the humans. we got glimpses of that in ACOWAR! SJM writes girlbosses which is just *rolls eyes*. lets let these ladies actually LEAD. let them actually have power instead of writing lip service for that. or taking their fucken power away for the drama. (WTF WAS THE FEYRE CAN’T HEAL BULLSHIT?? WHY STIFLE FEYRE WHEN SJM BUILT HER UP IN THE LAST FOUR FUCKEN BOOKS TO BE THIS POWERFUL FIGURE BUT LIKE GIVING BIRTH, A NATURAL THING THAT FEMALES CAN DO, IS GONNA KILL HER AND MAKE HER THE MOST VULNERABLE SHES EVER BEEN AND MAKE RHYSAND LOOK LIKE A SHIT PARTNER CUZ HE REFUSE TO TELL HER ABOUT HER RISKS. JUST FOR THE DRAMA I GUESS???)

- when war is fought and lost; we see them stand together to become the new leaders of the new world. the wall is gone and hybern is killed. again, we got a glimpse of that in ACOWAR at the end. there should have been a moment when fayre confronts tamlin and TALK to him. they seemed so poised to be LEADERS. new leadership because the old high lords are garbage and they fucked up so many times. introduce new policies, introduce new trade deals, beef up economies (esp since this is hyberns main reason to high up prythian), etcetc.

- feyre can work on leading night court as a high lady along with leading the rebuild of spring court (since she fucken wrecked it, displaced all the citizens, and took it from tamlin. feyre also knows about spring court’s rebuilding effort and how the tilthe isn’t it. she even said that tamlin should not make ppl bring useless things because they have so many things. the water folks dont have fish and that tamlin should have helped them hunt for fish or whatever instead of punishing them) and the new laws and policies for humans (can be intigration?? rhys and feyre talked about human refugees??? where did that talk go??). we can actually see feyre be a HIGH lady instead of her spending her days shopping and decorating and breeding (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN WITH TAMLIN and we saw that as a bad thing!!! why spend 600 goddamn pages talking about not being that to turn 180 and be exactly that????)

- feyre’s reason for fighting has also been to the benefit of the human realm. the fact that she kind of said fuck it as the books progressed to where nesta or elain are the ambassador to the human realm felt so wrong because being human once was what was special about feyre. that was her north star. her whole heartedly identifying fae is wrong (maybe this is my theory about ACOTAR being a tragedy comes in).

- nesta would finally be an actual queen. you can’t tell me with all the mentions of nesta having queen energy is gonna translate to whatever the fuck it was in ACOSF??? nesta would get leadership experience. she would have purpose! she might even be able to envision of brighter future and fight to not let something like hybern happen again. protect those who can’t be protected? protect those who see the light in the world the way elain did?? maybe even her power can protect the cauldron and she could be a guardian or something??

- this is where i venture off; after the war, feyre leads the rebuild in prythian. nesta can lead the effort in hybern (AGAIN NO LOCKING UP!!! NO TAKING TIPS FROM TAMLIN’S HANDBOOK. NO FORCING HER AGAINST HER WILL!!!). she could rebuild it in a new name and face. her book could focus on her learning about her power; learning about how to please the hybern folks who dont like her (and i like that nesta isnt a likeable person from the start unless you are someone like meeeee). imagine seeing her ACTUALLY make her own friends and have her own inner circle??? imagine her making new friends and helping others. imagine her ruling??? making policys and laws?? imagine her going to different courts to do economic trades and deals?? she would channel her energy into something HELPFUL AND IMPACTFUL. she can still dance and do the big ball stuff. she can host she can feel like shes in control and maybe even channeling her guilt into something that is systematically helpful.

- along w this, cassian would be able to leave night court. he has been side line for so long. hes a buffer between mor and az and thats unfair to him. hes his own person and shouldnt be deligated to that task. he would have to actively choose nesta, which he wasn’t doing throughout the original trilogy. he would have to be placed in an environment outside his comfort! cassian is so much more than a goof ball and buffer. besides his skills might be necessary to handle hybern’s war-happy citizens

- we can see more of this world. hybern is sitting empty and the problems from the start still exists. im just so disappointed that SJM drops hints of scocio-economic problems that exists in the fae world and dont deliver. why deliver something so complicated to ignore??? its such ashame this world is so rich and beautiful and the characters are so fun to read about and for it to be turn out...so....trope-y (IN A BAD WAY). the original stories are fine too i guess, but it doesn’t feel planned out. it feels like SJM writes on a whim and just changes things as she sees it fit the relationship of characters.

#acotar #anti acosf #acosf spoilers #anti sjm #rewrite acotar #nesta #queen nesta #high lady feyre #cassian #anti acotar

[catsnuggler]

Venting about a traitor.

I was her friend when she was alone. She was my friend when I was alone. And then, she wasn't. Not only that, she abused and cheated on another friend of mine. Left them for a chaser, and one she also went on to abuse, too.

You were loyal, S. You were kind. You were better than this. You were smarter than me. You were someone I looked up to. What the fuck changed? Why did you allow yourself to get absorbed into that little Portland cult of yours, the one that acts like they're the only ones who are oppressed, everyone else in the entire world are the oppressors, and so it's somehow fine if you abuse your partner because it's not really abuse, I guess, it's just payback? Even though you were both white trans lesbians, I guess that one little difference between you two all of a sudden made your partner the piece of shit instead of you, is that right? Even though they weren't the one pounding on the other's door, making the apartment a wreck, cheating, verbally abusing, calling the cops on the other? Even though they were the one paying for the godsdamned place? Even though they're the godsdamned gentlest soul you or I ever knew, somehow they were an oppressor? Or do you just not give a fuck anymore? You are an anarchist, or so you claimed, but you made false claims and called the cops on your partner, knowing the kind of violence the cops commit on poor, mentally ill, disabled trans people. You aren't even physically disabled, while they literally use a cane! Did you abandon the principled egoist anarchism you preached, just to become a selfish, abusive prick?

You didn't even tell me to fuck off. You didn't block me, you didn't unfriend me. You just didn't respond. I later learned you laughed at me. I was the one who unfriended you when I finally learned you two had broken up, because I felt guilty for your breakup, even though I wasn't even there, because I introduced you two in the first place. I blamed myself for ever getting you two to know each other. I thought that, maybe, if you'd never known each other, you wouldn't have moved in together in an environment conducive to you becoming abusive and the relationship foundering, that you'd learn to be stable while living here before meeting someone down the line, that a whole lot of pain was caused because I introduced you two. I unfriended your partner, as well, because of my guilt. I later realized I was wrong, but I was wrong one time too many, and they're technically no longer my friend, nor I theirs, but I wish we still were. It was just too much when they wondered what they had done to deserve being unfriended by me, only to learn that, upon learning of the breakup between you two, I unfriended the both of you because I felt like a traitor for introducing you. That's too much emotional baggage for them to deal with, and while I still grieve that, I understand and respect that. I just wish you'd been respectful, so all this wouldn't have happened.

Hell, you took the fucking cat. The cat the two of you got, that you didn't even take care of. They took care of it, not you, but you took that cat when you left.

Why did you betray us, S? Why?

[jaxxandcomet]

Goodnight, Pogues ∞ JJ x Reader

Summary: The carefree, confident and kind kook turned Pogue has an encounter with Rafe on the beach, leading to a few shots being fired. 

Warnings: Blood, death, swearing, guns, sexual assault, sexual references ( if there is more let me know! )

Word Count: 2k!

This was not requested but I had the idea of a series where the seemingly perfect girl gets in an accident and it changes how she sees the whole world. Loosely based on On My Block, at the end of Season 1. 

GIF by heapass

The day had been amazing. Full of blue sky, puffy white clouds, and salty spray. The ocean felt amazing underneath your board. The sun shifting through the water and rippling the sand below. 

“Surfs up bitches!” You yell jokingly as JJ hits a huge wave, riding it perfectly before falling off at the end. You and Pope, who stands in the shallows next to you, leaning on his surfboard, laugh. 

“You never swear.” Pope says and you nod at him. He was right, you never did. You were the perfect daughter to the kooks, smart, independent, kind, confident, carefree but because you hung out with the Pogues, basically lived at John B’s, and were dating JJ, the high strung people from Figure 8 never called you their own. 

“I was joking mother fucker.” You answer Pope, as he smiles, bursting into laughter. 

“I guess you’re changing then y/n.” Pope says and you shake you’re head. 

Little did you know you would have no choice over the change coming. 

A few minutes later JJ and John B paddle towards you all and you fall into you’re boyfriends arms. John B splashes you as a joke and you sink under the water, swimming under your surf board to grab his leg. 

Popping up a few seconds later, Pope and JJ are doubled over in laughter, leaning against their boards for support. 

“You screamed like a little baby, man!” JJ moves your board to hug you and you flip off John B, who’s face is almost too red. 

“Good one y/n. You and JJ are the funniest people in all of Kildare County.” Pope said and John B shook his head. 

“Sorry Johnny, its true.” You joke and flash another smile. By the time you hit more waves and walk back to shore, JJ and John B are drinking beers and the sun says its almost four. 

“Chief. Nice waves you caught, baby.” JJ gives you and smile and pats next to him on a towel. A group of tourons next to you give you a look and JJ flips them off as you sit next to him. 

“Sorry about that.” You say to the tourons. Its not like they know that you and JJ are together. Maybe they want to get in his pants, which you can understand. If you were them you’d want to steal JJ for yourself. 

“So whats for the eating boys?” You ask and Pope walks up, shrugging. He sits down to your left. 

“You.” JJ says and you playfully slap his arm. 

“Sarah Cameron.” John B says and you roll your eyes at both of them. 

“Not girls, dingus one and dingus two. Thank you for the compliment babe, but I mean like actual food.” You say back and they look unfazed. When John B started dating Sarah it was like a blow to the heart for you. John B and JJ had been there for you when you’re father left and your mother married a rich kook on the other side of the island. You’d basically fallen apart then. You felt like he’d been replacing you. But Sarah and him were made for each other, and you couldn’t break them apart if you tried, and you never would. 

“We could throw a kegger after begging Ki for free food?” Pope suggests and you shrug. 

“I’ll pay for you guys. Ki told me once that they give the leftovers to the homeless.” You say and JJ squeezes your arm. 

“Your too amazing y/n.” He was right, you were the calmest, neatest, therapist like person the Pogues ever met. You’d never be seen getting angry, or not seeing the other side of things. If you friends got into an argument, you were always the mediator and tried to help them see the other side of the misunderstanding. 

Loading up your gear, as well as helping Pope out, you pile into John B’s van and head over to The Wreck, and you see Ki outside, taking someones order. 

You let JJ and Pope get out first and then shut the door behind you to grab your boyfriends hand and rub the back of his hand comfortingly. Sitting down at one of the tables near the back of The Wreck, Ki comes over, wearing a light pink ruffle crop top and jean shorts. Her curly hair is pulled up into a half bun, the ends frizzing. Her eyes sparkle as she eyes you all down. 

“I got your orders already in boys and girl.” She says and sits down, signaling to her father at the bar that she is now on break. “I get off work in 30, what are we doing?” She asks, leaning against Pope as his face turns red. You’ve known forever that he is head over heals in love with Kiara, and you can’t really blame him. She’s gorgeous, smart, cares about the environment. You’ve tried to get the answer out of her if she likes him, but she never says anything, so you stopped pressing. You didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. 

“Kegger,” John B says and you see him typing something on his phone. 

“Inviting Sarah Mr Kook?” JJ asks and you try to read John B’s face. He smirks and then looks up. 

“What? Uh, yes. I think.” You nod your head. Sarah is a good person, perfect for John B. She, too, was entirely beautiful, kind and the best girlfriend for John B. They fit together like puzzle pieces. 

“Have you given her some of that John D already, mate?” JJ asks and you groan, fixing your posture after you leaned over in fake anger. 

“You don’t have the answer that John B, but we all want to know.” You say. He’d told you that he nailed a few girls, which you were okay with. John B had nailed you and been your first kiss, which was hard to explain to JJ. You’d been so into him freshmen year, and then, it happened. But now, John B was entirely Sarah’s and JJ was yours. 

“I mean, yeah.” John B blushed and JJ’s hand and his met in a high five, just before he setting a hand on your thigh. The warmth spread through your body and you grinned at your boyfriend, leaning in for a kiss. 

“Thats my boy, Pogue style.” JJ says and you cringe. 

“Okay ya’ll, this is getting weird. I’ll be back with your food soon.” You watch as Ki walks away, and then turn to JJ to see his gaze following her, landing on her ass. 

“Well since the food isn’t here yet, JJ, do you want to go and get the stuff for the par-tay?” John B says, scooting his chair loudly to get up. JJ shrugs and you give him one more kiss as he walks away towards the door. Its just you and Pope now. 

“Did you see him watch Ki?” Your best friend says and you nod. 

“Don’t you feel jealous? Like I mean, if I were dating someone and the person looked at another girls butt, I would be pissed.” Pope says and you make eye contact with him, shifting your weight on the table. 

“I don’t blame him. I know I’m beautiful, but he spent a lot of his life looking for a girl to have sex with. He told me sometimes it slips his mind. Then he feels bad about it. I love him, I know I’m enough for him. We are a good couple. I feel safe, you know.” Talking through it made your emotions feel better. Even though you didn’t get mad, the feeling of saying things out loud always helped. 

A few minutes later, JJ and John B come back, and Ki brings the food. Once everyones eaten, you all pile into the car, and John B hands you the keys to his van. You smile at him. 

You normally drove John B’s car, mostly because you were the most confident and had the longest attention span. You sat in the front seat and look back. 

“Everyone buckled up?” You ask and Pope groans. 

“Yes, Mrs bus driver.” JJ says in a high pitched voice, you break out a laugh, just like you have hundreds of times today. Sometimes your friends don’t understand that even though you feel great about your driving skills, and fairly sure you won’t crash the van, you just want them to be safe. 

When you arrive at the boneyard, some kooks are already there, and you see Rafe Cameron with his stupid buddies Kelce and Topper doing a line of coke. Your face crinkles up with anger. Drugs are not a way to lessen the pain. Nor is drinking or smoking, for that matter, but especially not things like coke or dope. You shrug them off as people start arriving for the kegger, mostly just tourons looking for a good ol’ hookup on their week or two of vacation. 

The sun starts to set as your boyfriend and John B set up the fire. You’re sitting next to Pope, who’s explaining something about dead bodies farting to a tourist that keeps checking her phone. You would normally listen to him, but you zone out. 

Rafe, Topper, and Kelce are still doing lines of coke, even though they must be soaring high right now, and some blondie delivers a few cases of beer to them, adding to the pile of disguared bottles littering the sand. 

After looking back at Pope and the girl, who walked away, you touch your best friends arm and pull him gently up. 

“Want to go and look for sand dollars and watch the sunset?” You ask, and he nods his head. When you and Pope both met, you found matching sandollars, small and perfect, and got them made into bracelets. You’d been on the beach after a fight with John B, and Pope came up to you, wondering what a kook was doing on the cut. You didn’t explain the circumstance, and you don’t exactly remember how you both found the sand dollars, but now they were tied around your necks as perfect pendents, keeping you guys together. 

You grab JJ’s arm and whisper what you and Pope are doing before he tells you to be safe. You lean in for a kiss and you can feel his smiling, tasting beer and mint on his lips. 

“I love you, and I will.” You say, and he turns back to John B, who is talking to Sarah about something. 

You and Pope walk past the other groups of people, getting wasted, as usual, and then find your way to the ocean. For a few minutes its quiet, just you and Pope shifting through the sand to look for anything beautiful, until you both sit down on the edge of the foam to watch the sunset. Its red tonight, a deep and startling color. Full of hints of gold, and sandy colors, and then some darker ones mixed in. 

“You always try and watch the sunset.” Pope says as you pull out a small notebook from your shorts pocket. Inside, you describe the sunset tonight. Its colors, how it made you feel. Try and compliment it. 

“I try to. Somedays I miss it, but its nice to see something beautiful every day.” You say, and then stand up suddenly. You see something in the sand in front of you. Bending over, you find its a broken sand dollar, one side torn to a sharp, serrated edge that would cut your skin. 

“Ugh.” You say, kissing it before someone whiles behind you. 

“Nice ass, y/n.” Rafe says, and you turn around to see him stumbling towards you, empty beer bottle in his hand. 

“Thanks Rafe, but stop looking at it.” You say and he grins, tossing the bottle on the ground. Pope’s up in seconds, glancing back at the firelight where the kegger is still happening. Its the only thing, other then the moon, lighting the scene about to take place. 

“I don’t want to. You know, maybe I could have some of it.” He says and you shake your head. He’s coming closer to you and Pope steps beside you, fear, and anger, in his eyes. Your scared to, but don’t let it on. No one can know your emotions, especially not this high, and drunk kook. 

“I don’t think so. In fact, maybe go back to your friends.” You say as he comes into three feet of you. His hands reach out to grab you and Pope pushes them away, just as Rafe shoves him to the ground, kicking his side. You push the sandy haired boy and his knuckles dig into your skin. Pope is trying to get up, but Rafe must have broken a rib because his breathing is hard and flushed. 

“You must have known you’d get fucked tonight, with that outfit you’re wearing.” Rafe says, and you kick him at his groin. You were wearing a pair of Levi jean shorts, a lacy white bra, and one of JJ’s button shirts to cover up your breasts, leaving the rest unbuttoned. 

“What I wear has no affect on if I want to have sex with you Rafe,” you say, calmly, though fear is coursing through your bones. Rafe, struggles to get up, and almost falls over again, and your backing towards the waterline. 

“Whatever you want to believe y/n, but you’ve made me very angry.” Rafe says, a little to loudly, and you cringe. Any chance at this not getting physical was out of the picture now. “And you know what happens to people that make me angry.” You stop moving backwards as your heals touch the water, and glance back at JJ, who, once he heard Rafe’s voice, came turning and walking quickly towards the scene unfolding. 

While you were looking at your boyfriend, and now John B, who are both making their way towards you, Rafe, puts his hands on your waist and shoves you down. You try and punch him in the face, and grab his ankles and you kicks you in the side. Crawling away and standing up again, five feet away, he comes running at you. 

Cold fingers slide around your neck, and you can’t breath. Rafe must be choking you out. With a last grain of effort, you spit in his face and try to back away, and then he pulls something out, and two shots are fired. 

For a second, you didn’t know it was you that got shot. People were screaming and running away from the boneyard, and something wet was seeping into your shirt. 

Then, the pain hit, and a scream came erupting from your mouth. Thousands of knives stabbed you right below your ribcage, in two different spots, and you fell to the sand, shaking. 

This was like the movies. It was the movies. How could you be feeling so much pain? You must be dead already. It only made sense. This was to much. But you couldn’t leave JJ or Pope or John B or Sarah or Ki without saying goodbye. 

Someone was right next to you, looking into your eyes. The pain was getting worse, and making your vision white. All at once, your hearing came back, and Pope was next to your left side, with JJ on the other. Both were holding your hands, which were laying in red sand. 

You look down, but the pain stops you from seeing the bullet holes in your chest. 

“Call 911!” Ki shouts and Sarah picks up the phone, dialing the number. 

Your breaths come out in shocked waves, pulling and turning. Its getting harder to get oxygen as well. Somethings clogging up your throat. 

As you wheeze for air, and try to stay afloat, you desperately want to watch whats happening, but your so tired. What time is it? It must be past your bed time by now. You have to tell JJ and Pope goodnight, just like you always do. 

“I-I lo-love you gu-guys.” You muster out quietly, and JJ shakes his head. With each word and breath your getting more ready to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Pogues.” You say, and JJ clutches your face. You’ve never seen him cry like this before. Big tears sliding down his face. 

“Don’t fall asleep. Please don’t fucking fall asleep!” He screams and you hear something wailing in the distance. 

“But I-its getting hard-harder to breath JJ. I don-don’t want to fight any lo-longer. Please let m-me sleep.” Your voice is horse and choked. Your breathing is the same, only coming in short bursts.

“Don’t give up, please.” Pope says and you shake your head. 

“Listen to Pope, don’t fall asleep. We love you. Keep fighting!” JJ orders, but you zone out. Is that blood in your mouth? Something tastes metallically. 

“Don’t let her fall asleep JJ. She might not wake up.” John B says, and you watch as he stares at you, Sarah hugging him tight. She must have already called the ambulance. 

“Look at me, okay,” JJ says. You try to, but yours eyes are closing. Pain stiffles a cry as Pope is leaning over your midsection, pressing something to seep up the blood pooling from out of you. “Your going to be okay,” JJ says. 

“Goodnight John B, goodnight Sarah and Ki, goo-goodnight Pope. Goodnigh-good-goodnight JJ. I love you guys.” You speak slowly, and JJ shakes his head. 

“Don’t fall asleep, please.” 

“We love you Y/N. Please don’t leave us.” Ki sobs and Pope looks into your eyes. 

The wailing is getting louder. Closer. And then the long awaited sleep breaks through. 

Tell me if you want it to be continued! 

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[another-dr-another]

back to the closet ig,,, it's good that the other two can get out of there with everyone else investigating at least

Maeda, narrating - God... I really should be more careful about what I eat, huh?

Maeda - Anyways though, we should be almost to the- to the closet...?

~*~

Ōtori - Oh! Hey, Maeda, you uh... tell everyone what happened?

Maeda - Yeah... and we've got more issues, though no one else is dead.

Ōtori - Huh? What's up?

Uehara - I've got a bitch of a headache, and felt like my head was being cracked open earlier,

Uehara - Just before the announcement happened.

Taira - We were hoping Tsurugi or Maki may be able to look at him,

Taira - But I couldn't find any source of injury.

Ōtori - Huh...

Ōtori - Yeah, you should prolly go get checked out, have you asked Monokuma about... that?

Hatano - You really think we could try communicating with that creep?

Ōtori - Uh-oh, shouldn't have let him hear you say that.

Hatano - E-eh?!? Waaaa, that's not funny!

Iranami - ...Makis always mouthing off at him, and she's just fine, I'm sure you're alright, Hatano.

Iranami - Besides... uh... if anything happens, I'll help keep you safe...

Hatano - Aww, you're sweet, but I'll protect us both, Iranami!

Iranami - Oh...

Iranami - Alright then, Hatano.

Hatano - Hooray!

Uehara - In other news, uh... Kobashikawa? How are you holding up?

Kobashikawa - ...

//Kobashikawa has been staring off at nothing- he glances up at Uehara, but after a second of eye contact, winces, and moves closer to Ōtori. Ōtori has wrapped his arm around Kobashikawas shoulder, and Kobashikawa absentmindedly leans in against Ōtori, either unaware or uncaring that Ōtori is still wet from the pool.

Uehara - Yeah, I feel ya there, buddy...

Taira - Hm hm~ I don't think I'll investigate the closet immediately to keep it from being crowded,

Taira - So! Should I get some tea going?

Ōtori - That's a kind offer, Taira... can imagine Koba's throat doesn't feel too good.

Uehara - Huh?

Ōtori - Uh... only reason Maeda and I knew where he was is because he yelled for me...

Higa - ...Really? He yelled?

Ōtori - Oh for Christ's sake- sorry Uehara.

Uehara - I do the same thing dude, it's no issue.

Ōtori - ...Yeah should've remembered that.

Ōtori - Anyways, yeah, he yelled for me one sole time.

Higa - See? He just needed to get over his mental block-

Taira - Actually, looks like struggling to do that along with the high stress environment has done more harm than good...

Higa - Two steps forward, one step back.

Higa - Or, maybe something worse here...

Maeda - ...What are you implying?

Higa - "Ooh no, someone else died, I was alone with them and someone else who's still unconscious,"

Higa - "Here lemme cry and act like I tried to help when people show up."

Higa - "Then I'll keep playing my poor lil victim card, and no one will suspect me of a thing-

Higa - "And if they do, I'll just cry and whine, and scream politically incorrect!"

Higa - C'mon, all you're doing is making yourself look more suspicious.

Kobashikawa - ...

Hatano - I mean... it is kinda weird, we've got a short list of suspects, and Kobashikawa was up, while Yamaguchi isn't,

Hatano - And then there's the talking thing-

Ōtori - And maybe you both can fuck off and not accuse someone in a mental health crisis of being a murderer?

Ōtori - Mekaru and Kobashikawa had similar injuries, different from Yamaguchi, which explains him being up,

Ōtori - And either way, this is serious, not some game for brain dead idiots to guess about!

Ōtori - So move out of the fucking way.

//Ōtori pulls Kobashikawa past the group, and no one speaks up for a few minutes.

Hatano - ...Kinda a dick move...

Iranami - C'mon Hatano, let's keep going, okay?

~*~

Maeda, narrating - ...Jeez.

Maeda - That's just... a whole train-wreck, but even if Kobashikawa did something,

Maeda - I do believe he's selectively mute, and that his trying to get help was legit,

Maeda - And he really seems hurt now...

Maeda - But he's not the one on trial- our goal is to find out who killed Mekaru, so that's what I've gotta do!

Investigation: Start!

~*~

[Look At The Body]

{Look at Yamaguchi}

{Talk to Maki}

#sdra2 #dra #au #yuki maeda #fangan #fanganronpa #chapter 2 #deadly life #investigation #mitsuhiro higa #ayame hatano #kinji uehara #satsuki iranami #haruhiko kobashikawa #akane taira #teruya ōtori

[ficsandgiggles]

The Secret Softie

A/N: yaaay, I have finally written! Enjoy this fic with ticklish!bucky to warm our hearts. 💞

Once Nat had walked past him without looking or saying a word, Bucky had enough. He thought that at least one person would’ve tried to approach him by now, but he quickly concluded that everyone, apart from Steve, hated his guts.

He shut himself in Steve’s room, beginning to pack up his things. Tony had reluctantly let Bucky stay with them whilst he got back on his feet after escaping HYDRA and being released from their control. He wouldn’t have been offered a place to stay if it wasn’t for Steve practically falling to his knees, begging for Tony to let him stay.

Ever since then, everyone had given him the cold shoulder, he could feel the hate constantly slapping him in the face. Did no one understand that he was being controlled when he done those awful things?

He had to go, he couldn’t take this negative environment anymore, if they were going to get friendly with him, they would’ve attempted to talk to him by now. Sighing, he sat on the floor where his sleeping bag was, he looked around Steve’s room, it was the only place he felt safe, and now he was fleeing... again.

His mind wondered as he considered his next steps, he didn’t realise his best friend step into the room, watching him as if he could see the cogs turn in Bucky’s head.

“So where do you think you’re going?”

The sudden voice startled the Winter Soldier, his eyes widening as he turned to face Steve. He then froze, unable to answer his question. Steve sighed, sitting himself down next to Bucky, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

“It’s gonna take time, Buck. A lot of people here have trust issues due to their past, so it’s going to take longer than usual to trust you and start talking to you, but it’ll happen.” Steve explained, he had known Bucky for years, so he almost always knew what was going on in his head, which never failed to surprise the dark haired ex assassin.

“Steve, they look at me as if they are mentally stabbing me, I thought I would get at least a smile or something by now.” Bucky replied, the frustration more than clear in his tone of voice. Steve went silent, knowing his best friend was right, he had witnessed pretty much every single person give Bucky an icy glare, and admittedly, it was quite upsetting to see.

He went quiet for a moment, trying to think of a way to present Bucky as more if a friendly face, suddenly smirking as he thought of the perfect way to do so. Plus, he could get some revenge for their friendly antics in the past, two birds with one stone, right?

“Okay...” Steve said with a dramatic sigh, not waiting for a response from Bucky as he suddenly tackled him to the ground so Steve was sat on his waist, digging into his friends sides.

“Wait- WHAHAHAT STEHEHEHEVE NOHOHOHOHO!” Bucky yelped in surprise before bursting into giggles. The memories flew back to him, he always done this to poor Steve in the past, it was his way of keeping the two of them sane during the war. Everyone else hated it when they had a tickle fight in front of them, but neither of them cared.

Only problem is, Bucky always won the tickle fights in the past, and now the tables had turned, and he can’t tell whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“What? I’m just letting the world know thaaaat...” Steve wriggled his fingers deep into Bucky’s belly. “Alllllll the way down here, you’re nothing but a ticklish softie!” He teased with a fond smile, watching as Bucky arched his back, breaking into giggles as he slapped at Steve’s hands.

“Yohohohohou puhuhuhuhnk...” he giggled out, silently cursing the fact that he was no longer easily able to turn the tables and tickle Steve in his many tickle spots. He blushed a little as Steve shook his head with a fond smirk.

“Excuse me, I’m helping you to make an adorable impression on everyone here, the least you could do is thank me.” He sighed dramatically. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to go here...”

With that, Steve drilled his thumbs into a very specific spot on Bucky’s inner thighs, he even jumped himself when Bucky let out a shriek of laughter.

“STEHEHEHEHEVE PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO!” He laughed out, squeesing his legs shut as he tried to gently shove Steve’s hands away, but they had firmly made themselves at home on such a sensitive spot.

“But I’ve missed your laughter, Buck! It never fails to brighten up the place, don’t you feel better too?” Steve asked, giving his best friend puppy eyes before vibrating both of his hands into his ribs, grinning as he felt Bucky kick out.

“NOHOHOHOHO! MAHAHAHAHAYBE?!” Bucky laughed out, this whole tickling thing wasn’t too bad, but he couldn’t be tickled 24/7. He was laughing so much he didn’t hear a chuckle from another who had walked in on him getting wrecked.

Steve finally let up and smirked over at Sam. “Oh hey Sam, did we disturb you?” He asked with an innocent grin, making Bucky whine and cover his face and Sam roll his eyes at the pair.

“Nah, I wasn’t doing anything, I just heard some cute laughter and came to see what was going on.” Sam replied before turning his attention to the blushing Bucky who refused to make eye contact with him.

“Good to know the fresh meat is ticklish.” He smirked, going over to quickly squeeze his side before leaving the room. Bucky let out a giggly yelp in surprise, clearly flustered as Steve got off him and pulled him up, a cheeky grin clear on his face.

“It’s just a matter of time now, be prepared for more of this.” He said with a poke to Bucky’s side, making him flinch and grin.

“That will mean you’ve been welcomed into our family.”

Bucky couldn’t help but beam, he would never admit it, but he couldn’t wait for the next time he was tickled.

Read part two here!

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