meet sasha and kiyoshi, disaster duo
going off this poll, i've decided to share a snippet of my original work ft. the main protagonist and her boyfriend :> more under the cut!!
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Sasha sucks in a deep breath and steps in front of the couch. Immediately, her boyfriend’s eyes flick up from his phone screen to her face.
‘Kiyoshi.’
‘Yes, Sash?’
With as much will as she can muster, Sasha says, ‘I need your help with something. Something only you can help me with.’
‘Sure!’ Kiyoshi declares, and his enthusiasm is enough to cause a small smile to tug at Sasha’s lips. ‘What is it?’
That small smile quickly falls apart and dread fills every crevice of Sasha’s being. But she needs to do this. She has to. It’s the only way. It’s the worst idea she’s ever had.
‘I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…’ She shakes her head, wincing at the words that come out of her mouth. ‘D’you wanna go to the gym… together?’
The following silence is devastating. Sasha wants to dig a hole into the floor and crawl into it.
Kiyoshi blinks at her, his mouth agape. ‘Huh?’
Groaning into her palms, Sasha bites, ‘Please don’t make this more painful than it already is. Just say yes or no, dammit!’
‘Sasha…’ Peeking through her fingers, she sees Kiyoshi dump his phone onto the cushion next to him and hold his hands out to her, palms up. ‘As much as going to the gym together would make me very happy, I also know you.’
There is no malice in his voice, just pure fact. He does know her, and she knows herself. Kiyoshi’s the sporty one, the gym rat, the muscle pig. Sasha is… not.
‘Which is exactly why I need you to motivate me to go. Who knows what can happen in the future?’
‘The future?’ Alarm is rife in his expression. ‘Babe, where are you going with this?’
Sasha drops her hands from her face, her voice turning dry as she shoots Kiyoshi a weary look. ‘Well, y’know how it goes. All those YA novels. The trope is always the same: the protagonist didn’t know they were magic, and then all of a sudden they need to save the fucking world and they are very conveniently armed with MMA knowledge and are super fit and have amazing stamina and know how to hold their own in a spontaneous fight with otherworldly creatures. As you know, I am the complete opposite, so I better start training in case one of my future goddamn visions ends up being a plot to destroy the world and I’m somehow the only fucking person who can stop it.’
Gasping for air, Sasha tries to catch her breath and curses her lungs for not being to do their job properly. It just hammers the truth of the matter right down to its core. Kiyoshi is frowning, deep in thought, but there’s something in his expression that flickers ever-so-slightly. She knows what’s up. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, and if her nerves weren’t so shot, she’d be doing the same.
‘Tell me I’m wrong,’ she says to him instead.
‘Sasha. My love.’
It’s inevitable and Sasha cannot blame him for it. No longer able to keep his face straight, Kiyoshi crumbles and peals with laughter. Never mind that Sasha glares at him.
‘My love, I adore you, but you are thinking way too hard about this.’
‘I gotta be prepared, Kiyoshi!’ Sasha argues.
‘You are prepared!’ he counters. When all Sasha does is stare at him, question marks flying around her head, Kiyoshi puffs out his chest and states with confidence, ‘You have me! Ya think I’m gonna let ya fight alone should one break out? Girl, please. I’ll always have your back. Just say the word and I’ll come and one-two punch the living shit out of whoever tries to mess with you!’
The whole scenario is emphasised with Kiyoshi’s signature grin, the one Sasha’s seen flashed at the opposing team during his volleyball matches, and with him flexing his biceps. The whole thing is hilarious, and Sasha would laugh if not for the overwhelming fondness that blooms across her whole chest. God, she got lucky with this guy.
But there’s just one small problem with his proposal.
She says gravely, ‘That’s sweet of you, darl, but I hate to break it to you... you don’t have MMA skills either.’
Kiyoshi blinks. Sasha blinks back.
‘Guess we’re fucked then,’ he says.
‘Guess we are,’ she echoes.
‘Better go train then.’
‘Better go train.’
Tapping a finger to his chin, Kiyoshi’s voice suddenly becomes pensive. ‘Say, wanna place a bet?’
Not one to back down from a challenge, Sasha asks, ‘What kind of bet?’
Dark eyes sparkle and Sasha’s hooked.
‘If you can survive two consecutive days training at the gym with whatever regime I throw at you to “prepare for the end of the world,’ Kiyoshi pitches, ‘I’ll do whatever you want for a week.’
‘A month,’ Sasha rebuts, smiling when Kiyoshi nods his head in agreement. Then she pauses. ‘And if I can’t?’
She regrets the question the second it passes her lips for an evil-looking grin splits Kiyoshi’s cheeks.
‘Kiyoshi—’
‘If you can’t,’ he says, ‘you have to eat my famous stir-fry.’
Horrified, Sasha splutters, ‘Kiyoshi—’
‘Broccoli and all. Every. Last. Bite.’
‘You fucking arsehole!’ she shouts. Seeing no other alternative that won’t end up with this conversation being a waste, Sasha throws her hands up in defeat. ‘Fine! Just you wait. I’ll fucking do it.’
Two days later
She storms out of the living room, not wanting to give her boyfriend the satisfaction, but his delighted laughter follows her. It’s contagious, and she laughs quietly to herself. But her determination is stronger.
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‘I gotta say, Sash. I’m very surprised,’ he says in awe.
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Watching Sasha drop the weights on the floor with a deep groan, Kiyoshi’s mouth turns down at the corners.
With her hands on her knees, huffing and puffing and wishing for a long, long shower, Sasha peers up at him through her eyelashes. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, disgustingly damp with sweat, and her arms are screaming at her, but she manages a smug grin.
‘What can I say?’ she wheezes. ‘I’d rather kill my arms and legs, hack a lung out and feel like death than put Satan in my mouth.’
Kiyoshi laughs and smiles hugely at her. ‘I can see that! I’m super proud of you though.’
He makes a heart with his hands to exemplify this, and Sasha barely manages to make one as well.
idk who else specifically is interested, but i'm tagging @alastairstom since you wanted to read ajksdas ♡
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You know we all meme about how Luffy doesn't give a shit about his parents/Dragon, how he seemingly has no interest in learning about the man or meeting him at all, and like yeah that is a Luffyism
And for a long time I figured Baby Luffy would be the same too; that Luffy in his naïvete just accepted he must've spawned from the ocean itself into Garp's care or something, not realizing he should in fact have parents, thus Luffy's seeming disinterest in them
But you know what
Luffy did spend most of his early childhood alone
Sure, he had Garp, but it seems like Garp wasn't always there to look after him every day, he had his duties as a Marine too. Had Garp been there 24/7 all year then Garp would never have allowed Luffy to interact with Shanks (a filthy pirate) to begin with. So yes, Luffy had his grandpa, but not all the time.
And sure, Luffy also had Shanks, but Shanks didn't spend all his time in Fuusha Village either, he came and went whenever he pleased too until his final departure when Luffy was just six years old.
And yes, there was everyone else in the village too, people who cared about Luffy and were helping look after him. But Luffy's early childhood was one without a stable family.
It wasn't until Garp yeeted the child into Dadan's care that Luffy actually gained a proper family, where after months and months of trying Luffy managed to win Ace's trust and gained Sabo as a brother too. But as we know, by that point Luffy already hated being alone
All of this to say; Luffy growing up essentially orphaned would explain why he's so afraid to be alone, the way he clings onto people
In some ways Luffy's POV is meant to be the reader's POV, to some degree Luffy's feelings and thoughts are meant to be how we the readers feel and think about whaveter is happening in the story. Not a 100% by any means, but somewhat at the very least.
Perhaps Luffy's lack of interest in Dragon isn't just "Luffy not giving a damn about blood family because chosen families are better" nor "Luffy is too stupid to understand where babies come from". Perhaps Luffy, who may have assumed he didn't have parents at all (as in "might've assumed they were dead or had intentionally abandoned him"), doesn't know what to think about the fact that he does have a father out there, one whom he has never as much as met.
Because yeah, Luffy doesn't know why Dragon left him with Garp, why he never got to be with his dad. Should he be angry at Dragon, hate him for being left alone? Or did Dragon have a good reason for it, does Dragon wish things could've been different?
Perhaps Luffy's seeming disinterest in Dragon isn't because he doesn't care about blood family, but because much like us the readers, Luffy doesn't quite know what to make of Dragon, and figuring those feelings out hasn't been relevant to the plot yet.
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New Effloresce what if pov. Mor, because this was NOT what she expected to walk into. (She’s probably just as convinced as Feyre that Rhysand is right about everything)
oooo Mor is a tricky one!
So, from what I can tell, Mor can't be idiotic as she acts. But, probably because there's so much she can't bring herself to deal with for a whole host of reasons, she ignores A LOT.
Mor also seems like she DID have some contact with humans during the war and then...just went home? The books don't touch on this in a deep way, but we know she loved a lady who became a queen, and didn't want to watch her grown up and grow old, ect.
It's very romantic and sad and doomed queer lady love bullshit.
(sidenote. the way SJM did not for a second! a second! think through having her only lesbian character consistently coming onto people she has authority over? BAD. BAD BAD BAD human lady Cassian Azriel EMERIE BAD)
Right so, she loved her. But not in a I fought for this, I'll protect this human kingdom way. Mor's vibe TO ME, is more, keeping tabs, still thinking about what was chosen over her.
(see Azriel [acomaf Az because that's where Effloresce takes place anyway and it's the book Mor gets to be most like a person in]: Mor feels some kinda something over this dynamic. Az will go out BUT SHE HAS TO ASK. Cassian will ALWAYS BE THERE. There's this...specialness.)
Anyway, so all that in mind, you're Morrigan, and Feyre invites you to meet her sisters. You already said no, so you take a few days. Human lands suck. You hate how they treat their women (YOU LIVE IN A COUNTRY WHERE THERE ARE NO RULING WOMEN, MORRIGAN). You hate to see what could have been. You don't want to be reminded.
But you like Feyre.
You don't even mind that she's going to ascend to a throne when this is all over, no matter what Rhys is saying aloud. You want to be friends. So what, if you have to pretend a little. You can do that, you're great at that.
You winnow into chaos.
There's a fucking army.
There's Cassian, with a look on his face you've never actually seen, tipping everything sideways.
There's the hottest goddamn woman you've ever seen, who smells like firelight feels, talking to a bunch of fucking legionnaires like it's nothing.
And yeah, you thought Elain was about twelve. Twenty. Whatever, human and young.
Cassian doesn't laugh at your jokes. Cassian is standing there like he's waiting to be struck by lightening, and he keeps. staring. at Nesta. You have to give it to these humans, they're brave as hell to be getting close to Illyrians.
You leave, but you're not an idiot.
You bounce off the house like you've hit a brick wall.
You're truth, you're light, you can shine anywhere, but what's one light to a world of fire? A High Fucking Lord warded the Archeron's house.
And not Rhys.
Feyre, helpfully, finds you in the garden. You find, your arms locked together, you can walk in fine.
Blood magic.
Archeron blood in fucking magic.
You realize you're going to continue having a less than pleasant day.
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I really like the idea that one of the weird lurkers of your blog (like me) just hangs around looking for inspiration to write papers about. Like I realize that's not how it probably actually went down, but 2017 to 2022 seems like a pretty reasonable lead time from reading your post to conducting the research to writing and publishing the paper.
In reference to this:
It’s amusing that the original post only got 22 notes (likes), but when I looked at it again it had 19, which I’m choosing to interpret as the authors sheepishly withdrawing their likes in order to preserve their anonymity.
I think they probably just googled the phrase “friends to lovers pathway” before using it as the title of their paper and pulled up my post, or the other alternative being that the post popped onto their timeline when they were in the early stages of manuscript prep, and it was a moment of academic serendipity. I definitely don’t think I inspired the work in any way - just the quote and title. But it’s funny to imagine being studied.
I should say that I don’t necessarily expect permission to be asked if people intend to prosper or advance their careers from my words or art. However, I do appreciate the courtesy of being told that it’s happened. So far I’ve been quoted in a published book, quoted to name an academic paper, a person is actively selling plushies and other merchandise based on a post of mine while claiming that it’s their intellectual property actually, and screenshots of my work are regularly considered hilarious enough to steal but not pay me for. (the cricket post in particular was screencapped, went viral on Twitter some years ago without reference to me, was shared around BBC journalist twitter, and hundreds of people in the media industry said things like ‘lol we should pay this person to write’ …. in the apparent ignorance of the fact that if they had asked I would probably be open to…. Being paid to write……… and all the other times my posts have broken containment to go viral on other platforms for other people, with comments about how I should be commissioned to write a book; obviously that’s a normal part of online journalism and media, and I’m not naive about it, but it’s a bit much to for these people to be enriching their platforms with screencapped content, without the OP’s knowledge let alone consent, and joking about how they should pay for it or would read a whole book about it, when they’re the only people who could actually do something about it in the nightmare media landscape.) And nobody told me about any of these examples, I always find out by trying to retrieve links to my own stuff, or by friends telling me that someone else has gone so viral with my recognisable work that it got around to them.
Anyway if you do use my stuff in your own stuff, do let me know! I’m not here to prosper, but I am here to connect, and I’m quite willing to link your paper (and write a lay summary for free), buy your book or art, make your acquaintance, promote your work, or just add it to my portfolio - because if I ever DID want to prosper from my work here, which I wouldn’t usually consider except that it is evidently peer-reviewed good-enough-for-others-to-prosper-from, all of that would be valuable and helpful for me to know.
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