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[1.7k] they want to believe jack when he says he has a girlfriend. they really do. it's just kind of hard to do so when they never see her. or, in which everyone is worried jack has found himself in a parasocial relationship.
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“Fuck.”
Jack raised his head, finding his attention drawn to his captain sitting on the aisle across from him on the bus. He watched as the man began patting himself down before he let out a sigh, standing up to reach for his bag on the overhead shelf. Yet, whatever he was trying to find was a fruitless endeavour as he settled back in his seat with a frown on his face.
“You good?”
“Hm,” Nico hummed, letting out another long breath as he leaned back in his seat. “Yeah, I just forgot my headphones.”
“Nico Hischier not being organised?” Jack teased, a smile growing on his face. “Someone alert the authorities.”
Nico huffed out a laugh. “Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Just messin’ with you, cap,” Jack mused, deciding to be the better person and not point out the fact he could see Nico’s dimple even if the boy tried to act like he wasn’t laughing. “Here, I’ll share my music with you. Because I’m nice like that.”
The older boy raised his brows. “Your music for the full five hour drive?”
Jack raised his brows in return. “Do you have anything else better to do?”
“Fair enough,” Nico murmured before he reached over, taking the airpod and slipping it into his ear. “But I get to add some songs too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jack waved him off before handing over his phone. “Maybe try more English rap songs so I can understand them too, yeah?”
“Sure, because I’m nice like that,” Nico said with a grin before he turned to shift his attention to Jack’s phone. He clicked on the queue, his brows furrowing slightly when he saw the songs lined up. “Huh.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Nico murmured. “I just thought you were a country music kind of guy. Never thought you’d be into the rock scene.”
Jack’s cheeks burned as he let out a slightly strained laugh. “I was, uh, broadening my horizons.”
Nico turned to look at him. “So you chose one band? You know, I know a couple of bands if you want them—”
“I’m fine with that band,” Jack said, flashing his captain a smile.
“You’ve liked every one of their songs.”
“Mhm.”
“So, you know you like the genre, at least. Maybe you should try—”
“I’m good.”
“Jack—”
“Start queuing songs before I take my phone back, Hisch.”
Nico stared at him for a few moments, noting the way he fidgeted in his seat with his cheeks flushed far brighter than they should be with the bus AC blasting. But, Nico decided he would be nice this time around and not bring it up.
Not yet, at least.
Plus the band Jack had chosen was pretty good, if he did say so himself.
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“What are you giggling at?”
“I’m not giggling at anything.”
Luke narrowed his eyes. “You literally giggled as you said that.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Unfortunately for Luke, this had been a recurring conversation over the last few weeks because, despite what he said, Jack spent the better part of his free time giggling at his phone. It was sickening and annoying and Luke was so done with trying to scroll through TikTok with his brother snickering like some teenage girl in the background.
It was starting to grate on his last nerve.
“You’re so full of shit,” Luke grumbled as he shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, narrowing his eyes on his big brother from over the kitchen counter.
“Maybe you should find someone to text and stop bothering me,” Jack retorted, the words slipping past his lips so casually, almost like he hadn’t realised what he said.
But Luke heard loud and clear.
He straightened up in his seat, his annoyance now replaced with curiosity and he flashed his brother an inquisitive look. “Who are you messaging that has you giggling?”
“I am not giggling,” Jack huffed out before he lifted his head, finally looking away from his phone screen to catch his brother’s gaze. “And, for your information, I am texting my girlfriend.”
A few moments of silence passed as both boys stared at each other.
Luke blinked. “When the fuck did you get a girlfriend?”
“It’s new,” Jack said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.
Luke’s eyes narrowed. “How new?”
“Just a couple of months or so,” Jack murmured, at least having the guts to look a little sheepish as a light blush spread across his cheeks.
“Months?!” Luke repeated with a scoff, the bowl of cereal he was snacking on now long forgotten. “How come this is the first time I’m hearing of it?”
“We are keeping things private!” Jack defended.
“I’m your brother!” Luke retorted. “You’re meant to tell me shit. I’d tell you if I had a girlfriend! Quinn would tell me if he had a girlfriend!”
“But neither of you do,” he snapped back with a shit-eating grin.
“And you supposedly do,” Luke muttered, shaking his head. “What’s her name?”
“That’s not important.”
Luke blinked. “Uh, yeah, dude, I think it is.”
Jack shrugged again. “Maybe I don’t want you to know.”
“Why not?” Luke questioned, watching his brother just shrug again—not that he was getting fucking sick of that or anything—before he glared. “Is it someone I know?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re being ridiculously vague right now and it’s annoying as fuck,” Luke told him.
Jack’s grin widened. “I know!”
“Fine, keep your stupid secrets,” Luke grumbled as he reached for his spoon again, rolling his eyes when he heard Jack laughing. “Like I fucking care anyways.”
But he did.
He really fucking did and he would find out who this secret girlfriend was if it’s the last thing he did.
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“Yeah, I mean, I love my parents but I wish my girlfriend could’ve made it out. It would have been nice to have her here for the family skate too.”
That was all it took for the hustling and bustling of the locker room to come to a screeching halt.
Jack frowned, his hands holding his jersey in his hand that he had just taken off as he glanced around the room. All of the boys were giving him different looks: some concerned, some amused, some confused. It was throwing him off.
“Uh, what?”
“You have a girlfriend?” It was Dawson who eventually asked, his brows furrowed together in questioning.
“Yeah,” Jack nodded, feeling an odd sense of deja vu from the conversation he had with Luke a few weeks ago. “Geez, I didn’t realise we had to announce stuff like this now.”
“I mean,” Jesper spoke up, shrugging his shoulders. “We’re close, yeah? We usually just tell each other these things. You’ve never mentioned her before.”
“Don’t bother asking for her name,” Luke grumbled from the other side of the locker room.
“She’s not coming to the family skate?” Nico questioned, focusing the attention back to Jack who simply shrugged.
“She travels a bunch for work,” Jack explained. “Or, at least, for right now. She’s out in Nashville right now so she couldn’t make it.”
“But I thought you were all over that rockstar girl,” Simon spoke up from his stall, leaning back against the cubby, half dressed and legs spread. “Every time I open Twitter, I see it.”
Jack’s cheeks burned.
Jesper gave him a disapproving look. “Don’t tell me you’ve been commenting on another girl’s instagram when you have a girlfriend. What does she think about it?”
“She likes them!” Jack defended.
Jesper frowned. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Yeah, you’re kind of desperate on instagram,” Simon continued with a snort.
“Well, she hasn’t told me to stop,” Jack huffed.
“Yes, because a rockstar with a couple of million followers would personally reach out to stop you,” Luke drawled, a heavy layer of sarcasm dripping from his words.
“She would, considering she is my girlfriend.”
Once again, the locker room fell silent.
“You’re fucking shitting me,” Luke eventually spoke up, shaking his head. “You really think we believe that you pulled her?”
Jack frowned. “What’s so hard to believe about that?”
“She’s an international rockstar and you’re just a dude who plays hockey,” Luke retorted.
“So are you!”
“Yeah, and I’m not sitting here trying to tell people I’m dating Taylor Swift, am I?”
“This is different,” Jack huffed before looking around the room. “I’m dating her! I really am! We met at that rock bar in Jersey City a couple of months ago and we’ve been chatting ever since.”
The boys all gave each other various looks.
“Fine, don’t believe,” Jack grumbled as he leaned down to start untying his skates. “I know I’m telling the truth. It’s not my fault you don’t believe me.”
For the record, only Jim and Ellen Hughes showed up to the New Jersey Devils’ family skate.
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“So, I’ve been talking to Luke.”
“Oh great,” Jack grumbled as he sunk further into the pillows of the living room couch.
“And I went on Twitter.”
“You must have been pretty bored to redownload it,” Jack commented, suddenly finding interest in the strings of his hoodie, instead of his brother’s face on the phone screen. He should have known it was odd when Quinn messaged to check he was home alone before he called.
“Jack.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Jack whined as he tried to hide himself deeper into his hoodie. “Whatever Luke told you is bullshit.”
“So you’re not telling people you’re dating an international rock sensation?”
“Well, I’m not telling everyone,” Jack corrected. “But I am dating her!”
“Uh huh.”
“Not you too,” Jack groaned, throwing his head back and finding his gaze locked on some random part of the ceiling. “Quinn, why would I lie about this?”
“Because you took a rough hit to the head.”
His head quickly snapped down to glare at his older brother who had the audacity to smirk in response.
“We’re just worried, Jack. You don’t mention a single thing about talking to her. Then you’re showing up in her comments. And then you’re claiming to date her. All whilst playing and training like normal.”
Jack rolled his eyes.
“It’s fine if you have a little crush or something but—”
“She isn’t just a crush, she’s my girlfriend,” Jack repeated for the umpteenth time. “You’ll see soon.”
Quinn didn’t look awfully convinced but he knew better than to push Jack on the matter any further. He instead shifted the conversation to a power play from the game before and, thankfully, Jack took the bait. In fact, he was far too busy rambling to even notice Quinn typing out a message straight to Luke.
quinnifer: ur right
quinnifer: he’s a fucking lost cause
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Midnight Kiss (Levi x reader)
Summary: You just want some alone time with your favorite and show him a human tradition for New Year’s Eve.
Words: 2647
Tags: fluffy; romance; first kisses; best friends; friends to lovers; anxious and shy Levi ftw; no pronouns for reader.
Notes: this was queued for my midnight. Happy New Year! May this year bring you happiness and may you have lots of fun with your otome husbands in 2024 too!
The castle sure was lively tonight, with a huge buffet featuring demon, celestial, and human foods and drinks. Demons from all over Devildom were dancing and chatting, and loud music was blasting from the speakers. As ironic as it sounded, this was a living hell for Leviathan.
Party and Levi were two words that didn’t mingle. His social battery was already low. Seated at a table in the corner, his tie was disheveled in an attempt to help him breathe better, and he looked tired. If he could, he’d just leave and go back to the comfort of his bedroom. But he couldn’t, or Lucifer would kill him. Besides, he knew you liked parties, so he was making an effort — he also couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you with his brothers.
Ah, his brothers. Every time Levi saw you walking his way, he felt so happy, but the joy was short-lived. They would always find a way to intercept you, dragging you across the ballroom, dancing and chatting happily. His jealousy soared, and he knew you could feel it through your pact mark because you’d look at him from across the room and give him the sweetest smile. His jealousy would heighten, and he’d pout, aware that everyone around also saw you smiling like that, even though it was aimed directly at him.
He sighed and looked back down at his video game. At least he could try to distract himself with something he liked. Keyword: try. It was too loud, and he stopped every other minute to scan the crowd, attempting to find you, only to discover you were with someone. The last time he checked, it was Simeon who had his arms around your frame, a confident smile on his face while he elegantly led you through the dance — and there was the vicious cycle again.
Levi looked up, expecting to see you still in the arms of another man. He frowned when he noticed you weren’t with Simeon anymore. Scanning the room, searching for everyone he knew you could be with, there was no sign of you. He panicked a little, realizing you weren’t anywhere he could see. He was about to stand up to run around the whole castle to search for you if he needed to, when his DDD started to go off.
“Heeeey, Levi!” Your voice sounded on the other side of the call. “Are you still sulking in the corner?”
“Wha- I’m not sulking!” he protested.
“Yeah, sure,” you snorted.
“Hmph, where are you?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but your giggles revealed he didn’t succeed.
“In one of the guest rooms, the last one on the left side.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I had to run and hide to have some privacy.”
“Oh, um… Sorry, should I hang up?”
“Levi, I’m the one who called you!” You laughed.
“Ah! R-right.” He bit his lip in embarrassment.
Your laugh died down, but your tone remained amused. “So should I summon you, or are you gonna come meet me on your own?”
“What?” He asked bewildered.
“Come meet me, Levi! What do you think I called you for?” You chuckled. “Just come on! If you don’t come now, I swear I’ll summon you!”
“No!” He yelped. He could almost see you squinting your eyes and pointing your finger at him, with that mischievous smile of yours. “I-I’m going!” He scrambled to his feet and started to walk, being as stealthy as he could while crossing the ballroom.
“Hurry, hurry!” You sounded excited on the other side.
“I hope no one saw me,” he muttered under his breath while glancing back. He walked through the corridors for a few minutes, as you silently waited on the other side of the call. “Last one on the left, right?”
“Yes! Are you almost here?”
He hummed and strode a little faster until he stopped in front of the door. “MC?”
“It’s open!” You replied with a cheery tone.
He took a deep breath, already feeling his nerves getting the best of him just from thinking about staying alone in the same room as you. He hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid and ruin your friendship.
“H-hi…” he stammered when he opened the door, peeking inside the room and finding you sprawled across the king-sized bed. Oh, he was already sweating.
“Hi!” You beamed at him. “Wait, we don’t need this anymore,” you giggled and turned off your DDD, placing it on the nightstand. Propping yourself on your elbows, you looked at the blushing demon, still frozen in the doorway. Raising your eyebrow, you shot him a crooked smile. “Are you just gonna stay there?” He shook his head and closed the door. “Lock it, please.”
He did as you told him and looked back at you. You shimmied to the side and patted the spot beside you, inviting him to lie down. He blinked a few times and took a hesitant step towards you. He was sweating even more now. Could you see him sweating? He hoped not.
He quietly sat down and let his body flop backward, staring at the ceiling. You shifted around and lay on your side, gazing intently at him.
“I couldn’t even spend a few minutes with my bestie down there,” you complained in a low voice.
“Y-yeah…” He cleared his throat.
“I wanted to dance at least once with you, but your brothers wouldn’t let me!” You huffed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you all…” You trailed off, and he felt his body twitch. Again, he knew you felt his pact mark and his jealousy rising. You chuckled and poked his cheek to make him look at you. “But I wanted to spend more time with you.”
He finally glanced at you, his whole face burning red. He bit his lip nervously, and your gaze followed the motion for a second before looking back into his beautiful sunset eyes. You gave him a smile and flopped down on your back again, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. A few moments of silence enveloped the two of you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You were accustomed to being quiet and just enjoying each other’s company or watching the other play something — mostly you watching him play, actually.
“I wanted to be with you when it strikes midnight,” you confessed.
“H-huh? Why?” He turned to look at you, only now noticing your eyes were closed.
He held his breath and stared intently at your face. You were so beautiful; he could look at you for the rest of his life and still be in awe. And you looked so peaceful, so calm, and so unguarded… did you have all this trust around his brothers too? Well, of course, you did, but… was it so intense? He noticed that you looked even more relaxed when it was just the two of you. He attributed it to the time you spent together playing games and watching your favorite shows; after all, you were his best friend, his Henry.
“You’re my bestie!” You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. He quickly averted his gaze, and you smiled. “I love being with you. You’re my favorite.”
“A-ah, right. And you, um, you’re my favorite human.” He stuttered but managed to express some of his feelings. He wasn’t lying, but his feelings ran much deeper. He just didn’t want to ruin the awesome friendship you two had by making things awkward.
“Human?” You questioned loudly.
“What?” He looked taken aback. “What’s wrong?”
“Am I only your favorite human? Do you have a favorite demon and a favorite angel that I don’t know?” You pouted.
“N-no, it’s just…” He sat up and looked at your upset face. He needed to fix it. “You said I’m your favorite demon, then I said you’re my favorite human.”
“I didn’t say you’re my favorite demon. I said you’re my favorite. And that’s it.” You gazed intently into his eyes, and he felt his heart stop and beat faster at the same time. Was that even possible? Was he dying? Maybe he was already dead, and that’s why he was having such a nice time alone with you.
He opened his mouth; he should say something. He didn’t know if he would be able to form a coherent sentence. Why was life so hard on him? It was unfair how all his brothers could tell you about their feelings and make you smile, while he had trouble expressing himself. It would be so much easier if this were like when he needed to command his soldiers… He had so much more confidence when he had to be an Admiral, but for some reason, he couldn’t project that Leviathan into his relationship with you.
You were still waiting for him to say something, and he was starting to panic. Lucky for him, your alarm suddenly went off.
“Oh, it’s almost midnight!” You sat up with a huge smile, turning the alarm off. “I set it so we could go to the balcony to see the fireworks!” You fumbled to your feet and ran. “Come, Levi!” You yelled, already outside.
He blinked a few times and got up, following you. You were leaning against the rail, propping your elbows and resting your head on your hands, looking expectantly at the always dark sky. He walked to your side, gazing at the sky and then at you.
“MC…” He called sheepishly. You hummed and turned your head to look at him, still resting it on your hands. “You are. My favorite, you know…” He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, trying to suppress the blush rising on his cheeks.
You giggled. “I know. You’re my Lord of Shadows.” You winked, and he turned quickly to look at the sky.
“And you’re my Henry,” he muttered under his breath. If you weren’t already used to hearing his voice so low, you’d probably miss what he said.
You stared at him for a few moments, biting your lip nervously. You loved Levi more than a friend should, and you had wanted to do something about it for so long. You just hoped it wouldn’t make things awkward.
“You know, Levi,” you whispered, mustering the courage. You turned your body to face him and gripped the sleeve of his suit, asking for his attention.
“What?” He asked and looked at you from the corner of his eye.
“There’s a… tradition in the human world. For the New Year.”
“Hm? What is it?” He asked curiously, turning to face you too.
“When the clock strikes midnight and the fireworks start, we kiss our favorite.”
“Y-you what?” He yelled, his eyes widening and his hand gripping the rail tightly.
“We don’t need to if you don’t want to!” You hurriedly explained, seeing the shock on his face. “I just… I just…” You bit your lip to prevent it from trembling and tightened the grip on his suit. “I just wanted to do it with you,” you blurted out.
“A-are you sure you wanna do this… with me?”
“Yes, Levi!”
“Is this some kind of joke?” His tone darkened, just as his cheeks got an even redder shade. You knew he wasn’t mad at you; it was just his low self-esteem kicking in. “I won’t forgive you if you play with me like this!”
“What? No!” You smiled. “I really wanna do this with you. Actually, I only wanna do this because it’s you, Levi.”
As if on cue, a loud ‘boom’ echoed in the sky, followed by a series of colorful fireworks. You could faintly hear the demons attending the party screaming and singing, but nothing seemed louder than your heart hammering against your ribs.
Levi still stared intently into your eyes; his thoughts were running wild, and every fiber in his body said you could be pranking him, that you’d laugh at him with his brothers later at how stupid and naive he was. But a tiny part of him still could see the way you were expectantly looking at him, waiting anxiously for him to say something and hoping he’d say yes.
“We can, um, do… this…” He managed to say something, loud enough for you to hear.
You took one step closer to him, still holding onto his sleeve, using it as an anchor. Your other hand laced around his tie, and you pushed him to your eye level, smiling at how lost and sweet he looked right now. You gave him a few seconds to back out and closed the gap between your lips. Levi tensed but forced himself to calm down and relax. His mind screamed, ‘this is real, this is real, this is real’, and he thought he’d go crazy before even kissing you properly.
Your tongue prodded into his mouth, asking to deepen the kiss, and that’s when he realized this was indeed real, and he should probably be doing something else besides being frozen. Your hands slid up and wrapped around his neck in a hug, and he uncertainly placed one hand on your nape and the other on your hips, adjusting your body against his. A satisfied and relieved sigh left him when he finally let himself enjoy the moment.
It was sweet, embarrassing, tender, and shy, like you always thought a kiss with Levi would be. His hands still trembled a little when he broke the kiss to look at you. Your face shone with the lights from the fireworks, your lips slightly agape and glistening, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes… his breath hitched in his throat when he looked at your eyes and the affectionate way you stared right into his.
“Oh, shit…” He mumbled without thinking. You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him, making the demon stutter his words. “N-not in a bad way! I mean… I-I mean…”
You chuckled and pecked his lips to ease him out of his panic. “You know I can feel your jealousy through your pact mark, right?” He nodded. “And did you know I can discern the different ways you’re jealous?”
“What do you mean?” He frowned.
“When your envy kicks in because someone got a better item in our games, or when you see someone able to do something you wanted to… Or even when you see me with your brothers. It’s all different, and I can tell.”
“Wha- You can?” His eyes widened, and you nodded. “So, um… So you… You know…”
“I love you too, Levi,” you whispered. He opened his mouth to say something, but you knew him well enough to anticipate what he was going to say and cut him off shortly. “More than a friend. Yes, I’m sure. Yes, really sure. Yes, I wanna date you.”
“Very funny,” he pouted. “I wasn’t gonna ask about the date part.”
“Oh, you don’t wanna date me?” You feigned offense. “You just wanted to have your way and leave me?”
“Ah, n-no, no! That’s not what I meant! I just, you know, didn’t think you’d think about it…”
“Well, I do and a lot. But we don’t need to talk about it now, hm?”
“Okay…” He smiled sheepishly. You gazed into each other's eyes for a minute, basking in the happy and loving atmosphere. “Can I kiss you again?” He whispered.
“Please do!”
Your excitement was probably catchy because Levi found himself with a giddiness that wasn’t usually his. It was probably the way you kissed him, cradling his face like the most precious thing in your life. And he probably was. It was a New Year, and he was about to learn some new things, like how to accept your love and make his brain understand that he was worthy.
He had a feeling he’d have lots of New Years ahead to learn even more with you.
He couldn’t wait.
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CLUTCHiNG FOR YOU
PARiNGS - ...Shu Yamino x GN!reader
MENTiONS - ...Mysta Rias, Selen Tatsuki, Maria Marionette
SUMMARY - ...when you planned the valorant collab, you really didn't think it'd get this intense. especially when the match point would have to be clutched!
READER'S PROFiLE - ...you stream a lot of fps games similarly to Selen and Maria. you play as Raze for this valorant match~ also somewhat flirty.
DiSCLAiMERS - in no way am i a professional writer, i just like english lol. please know that these writings are a work of fiction and are the appearance and persona of the character! not the person behind the screen.
You excitedly and carefully clicked the "start stream" button and said hello to your chat and everyone else's that you're collabing with.
"Hi hello chat! And hello to the Yaminions, Mystakes, Dragoons, and Marippets!" you greeted, smiling.
"We're here to pew pew some teams~" Mari peaked up into the introduction, her small icon jumping up on your stream.
After a few minutes of talking with everyone, introducing who each person is and all, you queued up to an unrated match. Soon after, a match was found, and so starts the chaos.
"Ooh, Ascent, alright then! I'm going Raze, mk?" you say as the agent selection loaded up. Shu hummed as a response.
"Ahh, I'll stick with Sage for now," you hear the Chuunibyou doll squeak softly. Once everyone picked their preferred agents, the match was in motion!
"There's two mid!" you say as you spot the enemy team's Reyna and Sage, carefully peaking in and out, awaiting them to push through. A purple eye soon enough was seen, you quickly shot it down and shot Reyna.
"Nice shot, [name]!" Mysta said, rotating to A after Shu saw two at A site. You hear a Jett using her ult before you were killed by Sage while pushing up behind the enemy team.
"Ah darn, Sage is at 40," you say, sinking in your chair slightly to get comfortable. Spectating Shu, you see him aiming carefully where the entrance to A with a marshal.
Bang! A loud shot rang through the site, then another, and another. You certainly have heard that the sorcerer was great with sniper, yet you didn't know he'd be able to snipe three people in a row.
"Oh my god that was kinda hot, Shu~" you playfully tease the man, though still complimenting him gracefully.
"Heh, it's nothing compared to how you play, [name]."
"Dude, what are you saying? You're just as good as them!" the sound of the British detective came into your ears.
"Shush! We've got a match to win!" the lunar dragon said, letting the remaining alive people know. "Save the praise for later."
"Damn, okay- SHIT-" Mysta cursed as he was knifed when rushing in.
"HAHAHAHAH THAT WAS SO FUNNY TO WATCH-!" you laugh, with everyone else laughing along. Certainly that round was entertaining.
The match point round had started. With 12-11, it was not a wonder how Shu was the last player alive, with the enemy team's Cypher also the last one alive.
"If you clutch this, Shu, I will schedule an off-collab immediately to you," you say. "And I might give you something!"
"Hey! Let me come along too!" Mysta scoffed, you could practically see him pouting.
The figure of his chosen agent slowly walked to the other site, knowing that Cypher was at A site still. He was gonna plant in B before the time runs out.
The words 'Spike Planted' soon came up, Shu preparing his stance to defend the spike from defusing. When he heard footsteps nearby, he shot his ability just in front of him to temporarily blind the enemy.
Gunshots rung through the air, things were getting tense now. Hearing the sound of the defuse, he peaked around the corner quickly before running to the other door to fake his appearance by the corner.
One shot. Cypher was dead, the victory banner came by with cheers for Shu Yamino.
"Eyyy! Let's go!" the sorcerer cheered with you and everyone else.
"I'm scheduling this off-collab right now, just you wait, Shu!" you smile, laughing.
"Yeah sure, whatever you say. Now, another match we go!"
You take a deep breath in and out, right before you were ready to knock on the door.
'What if he doesn't like the gesture..? Ugh, if he doesn't, things'll get so awkward for both of us... but I don't have anything else,' you worry. Thinking about the thing you were going to give Shu. Would be worth it? Maybe.
Knock, knock, knock! You stand back slightly, waiting for the door to open.
And of course, it opens. Revealing the stature of the real Shu Yamino, with his pretty purple eyes and silky dark hair.
"[Name]-! You really scheduled a trip to visit me?!" he exclaimed, his eyes dilating with shock.
"Hehe, of course I would. I stay true to my word after all. Which means..." you pause for a second, inviting yourself into Shu's living space. "I have something for you."
"Uh, first make yourself at home."
"Ah ah ah! Not before I give you this!" confidently, you swiftly lean towards his cheek, planting a gentle kiss there. Immediately so, the sorcerer's face turned a beautiful pink.
"Wha- huh- what-?" he rubbed his cheek where you kissed, baffled by your actions.
You giggle, amused before saying, "I remember that stream very well, Shu. Oh, and one more thing."
"Y-yes?"
"I love you, with my heart and soul."
NOTE - uh so i didn't think it'd turn out this way lol, but here it is! this is somewhat inspired by another fic, and hey! maybe you'll find a random fic later too ¬‿¬
DO NOT: repost or copy any of @kuraitsune's works! sharing is fine with credits.
#kura writings | 🦜#nijisanji en#nijien#nijisanji en x reader#luxiem#luxiem x reader#shu yamino#shu yamino x reader
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hey everyone
Feels weird to make a text post!
I was in a crunchy mood lately, seeing more really good tumblrs I have followed both from this blog and my previous one a few years ago bite the dust (rip especially to bch1702 and askthenextquestion). Even some of the new ones I had loved and reblogged a lot are gone.
Idk if some of these are just people moving on, or if it wasn't fun enough because of engagement. My first tumblr was like in 2014, and tumblr was so active then. Anyway, this is gonna be a shoutout post to some of my favorite follows new and old, as I was trying to organize my queue and drafts, and noticed how many reblogs are from dead accounts, who was kinda new, who I have followed a long time, etc. I like the accounts that "archive dive", and find images that have not be reblogged by everyone in the last two months.
Anyway, I grouped a few for the next few days who have a similar aesthetic (really pretty boys/models with strong photography), if that is your thing you should check them out, a couple are fairly new.
@saleszulu76 (posts a lot of original sourced images, so not just reblogs)
@delicate-but-not-fragile
@just-let-him-cook
@if-you-were-to-wake-up
Then a few that are my favorite aesthetic, mostly bw and male models (some of these are archive divers too, which I appreciate)
@dignifiedcharacters & @whenitwasgreat are probably the two I have queued the most of lately
@menroar, @winter-aconite, and @jetzt2022 are all awesome
some really good accounts that are sort of similar to the above but a looser and younger guys are @candiedcolts-world, @theselovelyboys, and @somehandsomeboys
then the blogs I consider the "standards" of really good tumblrs:
@pabtous is my all time favorite, and he is posting again after a break. this blog is what I tried to model my blog after.
@callanthas @raphalesage, @michiel3000, @y-o-n-g-a-e-s-t-h-e-a-t-h-i-c, & @quasi-allegretto are some of my absolute favorites.
I had more to recognize, but this is a really long post already.
cheers!
TT
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🍂Weekly Tag Wednesday! 🍂
I'm just in time again! Thank you for the tag Evie @energievie, Nosho @creepkinginc and Ajax @transmickey 💙 and @suchagallabitch for the questions!
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1. if you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? Hmm. Maybe one of my old athlete buddies (or my younger self) so I could run/sprint again. (Plus do a few exercises from some of my favorite disciplines)
2. what's your most trivial / dumbest hot take? The society in which we live in right now should be collapsed and rebuilt completely. The way humans are living today is not how it's supposed to be
3. if you had to teach a college course what would it be in? Photography or etymology
4. season 12 of shameless is suddenly happen and youve been put in charge! what plot point(s) are you gonna make happen? Fiona finally settles with someone and goes to therapy so she doesn't self-sabotage. Lip falls into a healthy routine with his little family and finds peace. Ian and Mickey get a cat. Debbie resolves her abandonment issues and settles with Franny (and possibly with a long term girlfriend). Carl gets the Alibi running as his own bar. Liam stays the same (but goes to therapy) and finds a hobby. Kev and V raise their daughters in peace and are undisturbed and happy. Not all rainbows and sunshine of course, this all would come with a lot of pain and drama. Just because.
Oh, and everyone else goes to therapy as well.
(But also I would scrape it all and leave everything as it is.)
5. who would be your godly parent? (can be any mythology.) Poseidon (I would also love to ask others what they think, I'd like to hear it)
6. what’s something you love about yourself? The fact that I raised myself to be as open and understanding as possible, when my environment was in a lot of ways the opposite of those
7. describe your day in 5 emojis: 🖥️😶😴📱🐾
8. what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? Tommy
9. tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie! Ohm.
I did dressage competitively
I'm 170 cm tall
I went to school for photography and dog training
(I'm so bad at this, I'm sorry)
10. do you have a pet(s). if so how did they get their name? I have a dog named Muri (it means 'spree') and a cockatiel named Pogi
11. show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence.
12. whats your typical coffee / tea / beverage order? Iced coffee, decaf (caffeine doesn't like me), with milk and sweetener. I also like mint tea, coke and beer
13. use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life?
Huh. I thought so hard about a few of these!
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Since - surprisingly - I'm not late with this one, I'm tagging some cool people. Play, if you want to, if not, here, have this frog 🐸 or this pebble 🪨!
@stocious @dynamic-power @lupeloto @jrooc @heymrspatel @ian-galagher @deathclassic @bawlbrayker @juliakayyy @suzy-queued @crossmydna @francesrose3 @thisdivorce @look-i-love-u @deedala @depressedstressedlemonzest @metalheadmickey @gardenerian @spacerockwriting @scurvgirl @palepinkgoat and anyone who happens to see this!
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sandaconda SNIFFFF
this is true
sorry about the radio silence apart from the queued posts for the past few days, folks. i'm gonna drop all these asks and then give you a bit of an explanation, as well as a possible read on the future of the blog, down at the bottom of this post, if you care to read it
everyone loves appletun..! i used one to beat the champion in my first ever run of swsh because i thought it was so cute. and grass/dragon is a fun typing..! just one more way to be 4x weak to ice my belovèd
i don't even remember what this is in reference to unfortunately. this is the way to get to the grass gym from motostoke, i think..! though you have to go through a route to get to the mines
y'know, i'm not sure! perhaps if i knew what it was based on, i could tell you better
let them have it :/ they deserve it
okay. hi. you've reached the bottom. i have a confession! i have not been able to update the queue in like. a week
my commitment to uploading every pokémon in natdex order already fell off a little bit when the galar pokédex was out of order compared to the national pokédex and i was choosing to include regional forms in "natdex order" by using their placement in regional dexes. now that i've reached all the regional evolutions in the natdex, i've found that my previous methods for getting models and getting them to work are not necessarily panning out. this is, of course, for one specific pokémon: galarian farfetch'd. i believe this applies to the rest of the galarian forms that i have yet to upload, as well, as i can't seem to find models (that i know how to work with) anywhere on the internet. if you want to see the most recent state i was able to get galarian farfetch'd into, then here:
it's fucked up. you may have noticed that i also didn't post galarian corsola before cursola. that's partially because i forgot it existed, and partially because i didn't have its model so i didn't know it existed because of that
i don't really know what to do here. i haven't queued up a single pokémon in about a week, and even then, the pokémon at the end of the queue you'll notice are getting progressively more and more fucked up textures-wise just because of how difficult they're getting when i can't find the proper models and i have to throw something toegether in like an hour. which! this blog never used to take me an hour! it used to be a few minutes out of my morning, at most. now mornings are taking me upwards of two hours just to get these motherfuckers working—and now i've reached a point where i can't get them working at all
from my perspective, i have two options, neither of which i want to do. option one is to just post the pokémon that i have and can get working, skipping ones that i don't have or can't get working. option two is to just go on indefinite hiatus until i can get a hold of the models and get them working. i like neither of these options!
i suppose there's a secret third option, which is that i start using in-game screenshots like i almost did for phantump that one time, but those aren't the easiest to procure when i can't perfectly manipulate the model and the camera to get the angles that have become the style of this blog
i don't want to quit when i'm this close to the end (and especially when there's so many of you waiting for your favorite pokémon), but taking two hours out of my morning to get one pokémon working is becoming a chore i relent doing, and i've become unable to do it at all now that i can't get the models to render correctly
i don't have a solution to put at the bottom of the post here! i don't have a way to say "so because of this, i'll now be doing blahblahblah" because i don't have a blahblahblah that i can do. i don't know what the best course of action is, because i have never really encountered this kind of problem on the blog before. the hiatus i took back in 2020 was for completely unrelated reasons, and like 99.9% of you weren't even here for that. and sure, only like 20 folks read these asks, let alone down this far into them, but for those of you that don't, you'll just be missing out and confused. for those of you that do, i thank you for sticking around this long. this is not goodbye, and i don't even want it to be a temporary goodbye—but it is me saying that there are 18 pokémon left in the queue and i don't know how to add any more
the best solution is probably just to post the pokémon that i can and hope the models i can't get aren't anyone's favorites. how do we all feel about that? i could always try in-game screenshots, but that'd be such a big change in styling and visuals that i dunno if i wanna go through with it. i'm at an impasse here, and i've been avoiding even talking about it because technically most of the followers of this blog couldn't care less if there was a real individual behind it—they're just here for the silly pokémon images. but, y'know, hi! here i am, i'm a real individual running this blog, and it's not that easy anymore!
#not pkmn#nose ratings#i didn't want this whole ramble to be just me complaining the entire time but i really don't know how else to go about#y'know. conveying the information that i want to convey. besides. sounding like i'm complaining about it#so here it is. me complaining about it. apologies in advance if you're reading these tags before the rest of the post!
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Something I wanted to do in the New Year is be more aware of how I'm spending my time at work, so I think I'm gonna try to do little summaries here of what each day entails. Hopefully also kind of interesting/useful if anyone's interested in academia?
For reference: we're on the quarter system, classes started on the 3rd, and I currently teach one class per quarter (heavy research-focused department, so very light teaching load). I also currently supervise 1 PhD student, 2 Master's students and 2 undergraduate research interns.
Monday!
Checked email on the bus to work, which mainly consisted of me seeing a colleague had received an endowed professorship, me writing her an effusive congratulatory message, and then me editing back the message a bit so it was less embarrassingly over the top. Also sent my students a reminder about their homework due on Wednesday and our little field trip tomorrow morning and accidentally sent it to last quarter's class, whoops. Luckily a former student quickly notified me of my mistake and I got it fixed!
Class was great - lots of flipped-classroom stuff that worked well even with only two students in the room (it's a conference week, everyone's traveling). I knew from previous years that the students had really, really struggled with this one equation, so I had them do a couple of examples in class and after working through the first one together, they both nailed it on the second try. Had to cancel a meeting with one of my undergrad research interns after class because the other members of our research team are out of town this week. Where is everyone? Well, at a conference and doing a two-month-long field campaign on the east coast. Forgivable. She offered to send me some of the work she's done thus far, so that's handy!
Went to check email after class and found that apparently a new remote meeting had popped on my schedule for immediately after class with an old peer mentoring group of mine (fellow 4th-year assistant profs in tangentially-related fields - we all did a professional development course last year together). Luckily it was cameras off so I could snack and decompress a bit while we caught up and made some strategic plans for the quarter.
Okay, FINALLY time to check email in earnest before my next meeting. 36 new messages since I checked last. New software package I need to bookmark and keep in mind for later work. Updates from the conference I'm technically attending virtually this week. Reference letter request from an undergrad student; add to calendar! Title and abstract to get added to the website for a seminar I'm hosting in a couple weeks. Reminder that the Zoom recording of my class is available to put online (which I promptly did). Triple-check with our tech guy that we're good to go up on the roof tomorrow to set up instrumentation for my class's term projects (all good!). Time flies, so here's the email with research progress from my undergraduate research intern and a handful of questions, we'll answer those and see how she likes jumping into a new dataset. New grant opportunities, job listings, a bunch of easy stuff to mark off. An essay about allocating time each week into the categories of Teaching, Research, and Service and strictly adhering to the percentages laid out by your tenure/promotion committee. Got a few minutes before my next meeting so I'll try it this week? Ish? Maybe? Looked sidelong at the new schedule, sure, we'll try that this week. Sent an email to my collaborator who's on a field project to see if we can do a remote meeting tomorrow to chat about a couple research proposals. Queued an email for next week's seminar speaker to see if he can send me the title and abstract for his talk/PhD entrance exam next week - no sense freaking him out before Wednesday, so we'll do a scheduled send.
Next up, meeting remotely with my former postdoc advisor! We've set up these meetings to "work on research projects" together but honestly this week it was just listening to him tell a very entertaining story about his car breaking down in rural Missouri and also listening to him describe a truly tragic tale of his very fancy sandwich getting thrown out of the office fridge by accident. That's scientific collaboration, baybee. We did talk research for a bit and he mentioned wanting to collaborate on a paper (he offered to pay for it out of the much more substantial research funds that come with his 30 extra years in the field) so I'm gonna come up with something for that by our next meeting in two weeks. I like working with him - we've published a couple papers in some pretty high-impact journals and he's always let me take the lead and go for first authorship without butting in, only providing support - so this is a fun prospect! I do have to submit an abstract this week for a European conference that'll be happening this spring, so maybe I can go ahead and lean into that idea a little.
It's now getting a little dark and rainy and I'm flagging a bit but I still have an hour before the afternoon seminar, so probably time to do a little course prep. Did some "grading" (just checking completion certificates for an introductory module the students had to go through). Fixed a mistake in Wednesday's lecture (why is there an anemometer when I'm talking about thermometers???). Reviewed some of the more complicated topics in Wednesday's lecture to make sure I'm not totally lost (some thermodynamics I haven't looked at in a while, thermocouples, semiconductors). Replacement slides uploaded to our course management system.
Aha! Email back from collaborator, she's going to be on a research flight tomorrow and won't be able to meet. All good, I don't have much to report anyway. That frees up an hour tomorrow, woohoo.
Okay, students have a homework assignment due a week from Wednesday, so I'm gonna post it this Wednesday. I have a good homework assignment prepared, I just needed to go in and write up a nice answer key. Got that done (along with some sample Python code to provide them with) and the homework assignment is scheduled to be posted, so it's time to look at next week's lectures. I've inherited this class from someone whose course notes can be a little scattered, so this is usually a bit of a process. Only two lectures to prep for next week, though!
Took a break from lecture prep to go to today's seminar, which purported to be about a really dodgy geoengineering scheme (redundant descriptor, am I right?) but in fact just rigorously tested said scheme and demonstrated it would actually have the opposite effect. Super fun and interesting seminar!
Okay, back to working on lectures for next week. Somehow got both of next week's lectures done before the end of the day, so those should just need a little polish and they'll be ready to go! Uploaded them to the course management system but sneakily and they won't appear to students until I've checked them over.
Tomorrow: going to the roof with my students to set up their term projects, then tons of sweet, sweet, meeting-free office time carved out. Hope this doesn't come back to bite me with a million meetings on Wednesday (...it will).
Important: work is done by 5PM. I try very hard to adhere to "leave work at work", which is not as much of a pipe dream as it seems, even for R1 tenure-track.
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may i ask how long u've been on tumblr/how you reached 10,000 followers? it seems like quite a feat and i've been trying to post my own stuff (aesthetics, themes, moodboards, etc) for while now almost regularly and i've been stuck at 59, 60, or 61 followers for that entire time. it only ever fluctuates between those three numbers and my most recent followers have been bots. i guess i'm asking if you have any advice? 😅
i’ve been on tumblr for exactly two years, but in october 2022 i accidentally deleted the account and had to start over (kids, the lesson is to never try to delete a sideblog on your phone, do it on the pc, that’s the only place you can do it, because if you try on the phone it’ll delete everything, all of your blogs, including your main) so, it’s taken me 1 and a half years.
well, i have tons of advice about all manner of things, but this specifically, how to get more followers? it’s a little more loosey goosey and based on luck and stuff. but here are a few of the advice i can give:
well, first of all i believe that kindness goes a long way, certainly with getting your followers to stick with you.
ALWAYS check the tags when you post stuff you want people to find, make sure you aren't using any tags that are broken or anything. this is part of the routine i have whenever i post a new fic, always always check that it's showing up in the tags. i'm also always that anon for my moots whenever i notice that their stuff isn't showing up and they either didn't know or needs a bit of help. if you don't know your way around tumblr tags, then this post right here is very very helpful. also just use the proper and appropriate tags, but i'd think that was a given.
you say that you post stuff like moodboards and such? to be honest, i don't know how many of my followers follow me exclusively for that genre of my content, i don't know how many followers are normal when that is your blog's thing.
some people like to spam post a ton of stuff, some people like their dash extremely active, i personally don't. i've unfollowed/just not followed people who i like just fine, but who post an overwhelming amount. i might not be the only one who's like this. i personally have some posts queued, i have a bit of a schedule of regular posts that i trickle out. like stuff that i reblog, there is a pattern to how i do it, just to spread it out and to keep it organised (because everything in my life is meticulously organised). like i always have a comforting little thing to reblog between 5 and 6 in the morning for me, because then it'll be one of the first things people in my timezone sees and one of the last things a nightowl might see.
also try and keep your blog organised, have tags for things so that it's easy for people to filter (and also easy for you to find stuff), have a pinned post that's kind of a gentle welcome/intro/guide to whoever clicks on your blog, that kind of stuff, also just try and make the blog pretty and inviting, not just the default tumblr icon and stuff (those lowkey scare me)
keeping timezones in mind when you post. think about if it's a good time for most people, is it a time of day where one could be looking at their phone, taking a little break.
reblog stuff! interact with people! support others that you like and maybe that someone will support you!
i've never posted stuff "in order to get lots of followers," or anything. i just personally really like my writing, and since i do, then there must be someone else that does as well. turns out i was right.
learn that your blog is like your little house. you make the rules, you decide who gets to stay, you get to do whatever makes you happy and no one can tell you that you are wrong.
at the end of the day, everyone is gonna like something different, you can't please everyone, so just make your blog, your content, exactly how you like it, just be your wonderful weird beautiful self and no one else.
「 come join my 10k celebration 」
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Hi! This is probably annoying of me to ask at this point, but can you explain the platypus milk thing? I haven’t been on tumblr since pre-rep 2017, so I feel like I’m missing something!!
the anniversary of the First Platypus Cult Meeting is coming up in february— the 24th i think? maybe 25? and @imhereonthekitchenfloor has all of the posts from that queued if you want to see the start of the joke, but the basic is
swiftie tumblr was pretty slow and had been for months
a few blogs were fucking around having food discourse (specifically about milk funny enough) earlier in the night but nothing was really taking off and people had mostly gone to bed
@singlethread was like. hey you guys wanna hear a fun animal fact? platypi don’t have nipples! instead they sweat milk!
queue the obvious question. what does platypus milk taste like
(here’s my claim to fame in the cult: nobody fucking knows. the only written record i can find of it on google is this guy richard owen (inventor of the word dinosaur, certified weirdo in MANY ways) who tasted, get this, the milk from a taxidermied platypus. he said it tasted mostly like nothing and a little bit like the alcohol-y scent of preservatives. i can rant about this for hours.)
(further research has yielded that platypus milk is high in fat, and thus naturally much more creamy than cow milk. this is still just an educated guess though nO ONE HAS TASTED IT AND THEN DESCRIBED IT ON THE INTERNET)
so that gets tossed around a bit and lots of very silly barely comprehensible jokes were made about everything and anything platypus related and it all had big like. sleepover past midnight everyone has lost their MINDS energy
god this is so chaotic i love you guys so much i want to send you all a friendship bracelet
a friendship bracelet with PLATYPUS MILK in it
hey guys we’re sounding a bit culty
oh my god guys swiftie blood cult
oh my god what if we make friendship bracelets with platypus milk and a little drop of our blood ❤️
and it was one of the first big fandom nights in the post-taylor tumblr sphere and kinda ended up defining what we were gonna look like and brought people together in a really wholesome way and is also just. a really funny topic of discussion so every few weeks we just start talking about it again! there’s a few Notable Cult Members (@thenighttrain lived in australia at the time and this was tasked with acquiring the platypi, @whoisidsbanyway-ewww and @imhereonthekitchenfloor were making a ton of funny jokes, i’m sure there’s like half a dozen other people i’m forgetting) but mostly the cult is nebulous and always accepting new members and jokes
#asks*#sorry for taking so long to answer this but it was truly just three conversations happening all at once and none of it was sane#but all of it was wonderful#platypus milk
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TEMPORARY HIATUS NOTICE (21st December - 26th December)
... YEAH! YOU SEE THE TITLE! I’m going to be on semi-hiatus for the time period mentioned above!
It’s nothing serious-- I’m going away for a few days with some lovely friends of mine, plus I’m going to be away for Christmas Eve & Christmas Day as I’ll be with my family.
So, my access to RP Tumblr is gonna be limited, super on and off, you know the drill.
SO... WHAT DOES THIS ENTAIL, BLUE?!
Self-explanatory! All of my owed threads will be in my reply queue on my most active blogs. If I do get a chance to check in here, any threads that I do reply to will just be queued. Same goes for asks, any dash games I decide to do, starters, whatever else, yadda yadda yadda. I’ll also stick a few ask prompts in my queues, so don’t be shy if we’ve never interacted-- I’ll respond when I can!
I’ll also still be available to send asks whenever I check in-- which will most likely be done for any muns & muses that are choosing to celebrate the holidays this year!
NICE! SO... WHAT BLOGS WILL THIS APPLY TO?
This post will also be reblogged to my most active blogs before I disappear off gallivanting for a few days. For those who’re unsure which exactly they are, those blogs are as follows:
neometalmadness
bvrningblazes
caracalclaws
diiegosaur
lovetraiin
Additionally, any blogs that are currently WIPs, their stuff will continue to be worked on when I return, and those are:
holydiverr
taketotheskiies
Even though they’re currently WIPs, they’re still technically open to interaction, but stuff won’t be queued on either of those blogs, as a heads up!
... Plus, some other helpful links here, too!:
jolteon-rph; my RPH blog! I post ask prompts here, blank dash games, so on & so forth. Its just an archive for RP related stuff.
My interest checker! I’ll be checking up on this every now & again. Don’t be shy-- fill it out!
OKAY! ...ANYTHING ELSE?
As this post will be reblogged a good handful of times, you’re almost definitely gonna get annoyed about seeing it if you follow multiple of my blogs-- ...hey, that’s okay, I get it!-- so, if you don’t want to see this hiatus notice again, here’s the tag for you to blacklist:
hiatus notice
Just written like that in plain text!
As always, my Discord is always available, my IMs are always open-- and if you’re unsure, my main bluedrawin is still gonna be relatively active over this period. If you’ve any questions you’d like me to get to ASAP, or just want to chat, or anything, those are the ways to go!
Thanks for reading, y’all! Happy Holidays, and I’ll see everyone... on the other side when I come back. <3
#hiatus notice#< das the tag btw#sorry this got long and rambly. tldr most active blogs are gonna be running on queue lol
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Two fics from me in one day?! Whaaaaaat?!
Truthfully I forgot I posted one already bc after I posted it I went straight into writing the second one and finished it much faster than I expected to, but oh well! You're welcome everyone😉
All jokes aside I did want to say I'm going to try and queue up some posts if I can get a few extras done, but my very best friend in the whole world (like this girl has been my best friend for over 20 years, I'm obsessed with her) is getting married and her bachelorette party is this coming weekend!
So I'll be traveling and celebrating from Thursday-Sunday and unless I can get a few things queued to fill the space, there's gonna be a lull in my posts! So let's say that's the real reason why I posted twice today😅😅
Usually work is quite boring (which is why I have so much time to write tbh) but it might pick up this week since I'll be out for two days. It's my goal to post once a day this week before I go but realistically I would like to get at least 2 posts out before I leave for the weekend.
So I'm not abandoning my fics, ya girl is just gonna be busyyy (s/o to the 6 weddings I have coming up this year🎉😅😂)
ALSO I MEANT TO MAKE A POST ABOUT THIS LIKE YESTERDAY BUT I REACHED 200 FOLLOWERS?!?!?! HELLO????
Guys I made this blog LESS THAN TWO MONTHS AGO. June 10th will be two months since I started this!!!! I'm averaging 100 followers a month?! That's INSANE.
Ik 200 followers isn't "a lot" in the grand scheme of social media, but 200 people liked my stories enough to follow me so they can see more of what I write?! Shut the fuck up that's insane
I say this every time so I'm sorry that I sound like a broken record but thank you all SO MUCH for all of your support and love.
Never, ever in a million years did I think any of this could happen to me. I never thought I'd get the courage to start writing fics and even more than that, if I did find the courage, I NEVER thought I would have so many amazing people consistently sharing/liking/reblogging/interacting/genuinely enjoying what I've written.
Seriously I am so goddamn grateful for every single one of you THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU GUYS ARE THE ACTUAL BEST💕💕
#hannah waddingham#rebecca welton#willalove75#ted lasso#lady dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#rebecca welton fanfic#lady dimitrescu fanfic
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hi everyone so i'm gonna be starting my second year of college next wednesday (yaaaay) so queueing will be extra important in that time! that being said i cannot for the life of me figure out how to queue tumblr to post every other day like my instagram will be doing, so if i don't figure that out then you guys will still be getting daily content at the price of having a drought for a few weeks - sorry yall!!
as it stands for now just expect that but if you start to see my posts fixing themselves a little or some more reblogs in the interim then i have found a solution and there is no longer any need to worry!
if i finish my quota for this week (and i'm goated so i will /hj) posts on instagram (AND HOPEFULLY HERE) will be queued out until the second week of DECEMBER which honestly is a slay. if not then the tumblr queue will end in the beginning of october which is less than ideal because i'll really only get a major chance of working on stuff during breaks (as in fall break and winter break) so all in all: fuck it we ball
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im gonna write everything down because i need to remember this entire day forever!!
first of all, i’ve already said this but @louis-in-red is literally the loveliest and kindest person and i LOVED sharing this experience with her 🥺 so thankful i got to meet her! definitely wouldn’t have been the same without her
okay so we got campo delantero (ga) but we got there like 2 hours before doors opened kdhdkd i was a little worried there wouldnt be more merch, but i could buy in uruguay if that was the case. but we got there and they still had peach hoodies so we were queuing and we started hearing screams and people started running so obviously we didn’t question it and started running too ksjshsjs
so we got to the main entrance and there he was...... oli 💀 he was wearing a white shirt and sunglasses and oh my..... he is fit! so hot jshsjs and he walks like louis, at first i couldnt see his face because of a tree and i thought it was louis for a moment and almost died 😭 but that was somehow the only moment that felt real during the entire day, i was like HOLY SHIT THATS OLI
so then we got the merch, took some pics, we met @lou1e and talked to her for a few minutes and she’s so nice and sweet 🥺 it was so lovely meeting her ❤️
after a while we went to get some food and went to the bathroom and we were like just gonna wait everyone gets in, so we just sat to wait and the queue never stopped 😭 so we started walking opposite to the queue to join the end and it continued around the corner like it literally never ended, and at one point we finally got to join the queue. we got in (i went to the bathroom again - for like the 15th time that day.... uruguayan things, you wouldn’t get it 🧉) and the crowd didnt seem that big, so we went to the back in the middle and the stage wasnt that far!
paz carrara was singing and she was LOVELY she was so emotional, she thanked us so many times and said louies were the best, she’s a sweetheart and i love her 🥺
and then the chaos started.... we saw two paramedics take an unconscious person out and after that i lost count of how many people were taken out, or had to leave. people walked out of the crowd wet from head to toe and they were pale and about to faint and throwing up. we helped a few fans, but there were so many during the entire time sunroom was on stage, i couldnt even listen to one song properly. hope they enjoyed anyways 😭 the staff was throwing water on the front (like actually wetting them) and handing plastic glasses of water. and i was getting so anxious, i was scared to have an anxiety attack because watching that happen live a few times was bad, but being there, with sooo many young people getting sick was a bit terrifying ngl. it was too hot and people were pushing too much.
louis started late because they were trying to make the crowd take a step back and when they finally did and louis showed up, everything worked out!!! it was still too hot but people respected the space a little better.
i was so nervous and freaking out a little the minutes before it started, but then we made it started and life stopped being real. like when i say i had an out of the body experience.... i didnt feel like i was there. i think it took me a few songs to be like, okay this is louis, im here, this is happening. and even then it didnt feel as real as when i saw oli KDHDKD i don’t know how to explain it, maybe he’s just so perfect my basic human brain can’t comprehend HE’S FUCKING REAL.
i have so many blanks but the things i DO remember:
we didnt know there was a platform, and between people getting out of the front of the crowd and joining the back, and the few steps back we took, we didn’t seem that close anymore. like we could still see him clearly (when people weren’t raising all their phones at once 🥲) but it was fared away than initially. BUT THEN at one point he starts walking our way, reaches the end of the stage and keeps walking, and KEEPS WALKING, AND HE WAS SO FUCKING CLOSE WTF!!! WE SCREAMED SO MUCH 😭😭😭
i think fearless was the song i enjoyed the most live which isn’t exactly a surprise because i love it, but its SO GOOD LIVE it was amazing. always you was also one of my top songs of the night and the lights during beautiful war were sooooo pretty!!!! really feels like being in the middle of a thousand stars (or more like fifteen thousand stars 😌)
he’s voice????? is so????? fucking flawless??????? i have always loved listening to him during performances/live shows/etc, i always thought he sings even better live. but HOLY SHIT i was not prepared for it to be EVEN BETTER??? he blew my fucking mind. HE’S SO TALENTED!!! HES WORKED SO HARD ON HIS VOCALS AND ITS PAYING OFF AMAZINGLY, HES SO WONDERFUL!!!!
singing his songs back to him was so good 🥺 i was really looking forward to sing YOU WERE MY BECAUSE at him but that moment is also blank 💀 buuut i do remember thinking “oh he got it right” in the first verse KDHDJS
when he went to the barricade during kmm everyone pushed closer and he raised his arm and i saw all his tattoos, and everyone who knows me knows how obsessed i am with that arm so it was a pretty special moment to see them so close 😭
oh before ttd i was like “the pic????” so ttd ended and people were chanting for perfect now (except for me and steph, we were chanting for just hold on skhdks) and steph yelled “the photo!!” and he immediately said lets take a photo, so we choose to ✨believe✨ that he heard her. they are practically besties now 😌
also my throat still hurts so much because we screamed the entire time 😭 kshsks
and the funniest part of the night was that getting back to the hotel, our taxi driver was a bald man in his 50s who was a harrie, but we made him a louie (he said louis has a better voice and sings better 💀) but thats a story for another day 😁
#hehe this is too long and i dont expect anyone to read it but i needed to write it down 😭#CANT BELIEVE I WILL SEE HIM AGAIN IN TWO DAYS#hope this time it actually sinks that im seeing HIM 😭😭😭#ltxt
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2023 blog update !
Sooo happy new year everyone, and let's get into the thick of it, because I have a lot of words to spew out from my little tired brain ( i swear i started writing this at 4am, how's it past 6 already ? ). Beware long post...
I'm ditching the "sonic fandom" categorizing tag, most of my blog is sonic stuff so it doesn't really matter ( i'll change out the old tag on my old posts later when i remember... )
I wanted to change my url, cause i don't like what it stands for now, but it's what I'm credited as in the SWA zine and i don't wanna inconvenience them this late in the thing, so I'm gonna keep it for the time being. Maybe in a few months I'll change it ?
I kinda hate tagging my posts so i think i'm gonna stop using most of my tags when i'm reblogging, just doing my regular comments instead and content warnings if it needs it ( don't forget you can always ask to tag ! ), and of course, the reblog tag stays.
This doesn't mean I'm ditching the categorizing tags entirely though. I'm gonna try something. At every end of the month I'll go into the mass post editor and just correctly tag everything. ( I might still tag characters and fandoms the regular way for non-sonic stuff ).
I might reblog a little less. Or at least try to. The amount of stuff I usually reblog kind of overwhelms me ( sideblog will not be affected as it's a lot less pressure ).
I have a lot saved up in my likes tab that i still need to get to reblogging... might be time to revive the 'queued' tag ?
I'm still gonna be serial-replying, sorry... It's just less stress for me.
In terms of resolutions... I wanna post more art ! I basically stopped entirely in the later half of 2022 cause of ID anxiety and that's no good, art is what i made this blog for ! I also still haven't introduced you guys to my AU and I was supposed to do that in, like, June 2022... So I'm gonna do that. Lemme know what format you think I should post the 24 ( and more ) images in ? ^^;
Maybe I could post my long rambles and weird ""essays"" ( heavy quotations because those are basically liveblogging of my current thoughts ), if you guys would like to see that. A lot of questioning logic, lore, headcanons and theories. Stuff like that.
I want to interact more with the fandom ! Provide actual content ! Be active, be friends, y'know. Do the club activities and all that jazz. Art challenges, redraws, collabs, whiteboards, dtiys... I wanna be part of the cool/uncool kids and have fun while doing it !
I'm gonna go through sideblog-exclusive stuff below the cut since I'm sure most of y'all don't care about that. I only have 3 or 4 followers on there since I've only ever shared it with friends, so you probably don't even know it exists.
Alright so for ekana-to-hana.
It's basically gonna stay the same
I haven't been drawing my sonas and their universe a lot, so sorry about no new original art... I'm gonna try to draw them more !
All this time I've been just reblogging random stuff, but I think I'm gonna start sharing the things I like. Of course those posts won't get any more than 3 notes unless people actually like what i care about ( plants, fashion, ultra-specific aesthetics, various potential craft hobbies ), but hey whatever.
So in short, more original posts.
I might ( emphasis on 'might' ) start posting personal life updates like, i dunno, plant pics, merch if i get some, ramblings about life and shit.
Unlike my main blog, tagging remains unchanged, since i have way less to organize ( no characters and fandom tags ).
I should sort out my organizing tags for personal clarity tho.
Maybe I'll do some OC+fandom art, to promote the account ? But honestly I wouldn't really count on it.
And that's all folks.
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main blog update time!!
I actually played Sims 2 for over 5 hours tonight. It was my first time playing in over 2 weeks so it was definitely a good play session! I missed my sims and was actually really excited to play!
Unfortunately for Cowplant Island fans it was all Windy Valley stuff. I did manage to play through the rest of a household and got through half of another! It’s literally gonna be over a week’s worth of queued posts. I can’t wait to start editing tomorrow/later this week!
Cowplant Island is about to run out of posts in a few days and I’m not entirely sure when I’ll be heading back in that ‘hood. I’m definitely not saying it’s cancelled because I’m attached to those sims too, but it’s probably gonna be on a hiatus for a while.
Since Cowplant Island is the only thing on my main blog right now, I’ll probably just reblog Sims 2 / Sims 4 cc for a while to try and remain relevant... or reblog some other simmers’ gameplay. Ideally I’d like to return to Sims 4 content in the near future, but that requires me to update all of my mods (I haven’t done so since AT LEAST August) and I’m a bit scared.
I hope you guys stick with me through this weird reblog-heavy/inactive phase of my blog. Those of you that like Sims 2 and still want to follow my content, I do have a secondary blog (@ts2windyvalley) that’s exclusively a Sims 2 BACC. That will be remaining plenty active. I actually have content all the way into mid/late December.
Hope everyone’s doing well! See you around!
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The Fairy and the Prince #1 + #2 + #3 + #4
Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72
Originally posted 9/1/2022, 9/14/2022 and 9/28/2022.
Celebrating the FINIS of this story, I’ll be reposting it in its entirety once a day through February, starting today. It’s queued so that both the original posting and the reposting will come together for the final piece.
Again, thank you to all that read it, that liked it, that let me know so. I never expected to get as long as it did, but well, here we are.
If you’re new to the party, please bear in mind this was originally a speed-writing exercise. Editing has been minimal. Concurrency was a seat-of-the-pants thing, and if the spelling for names and titles matches from one chapter to the next I’m gonna be the first one surprised. All of that is getting cleaned up in post, and this is a story I’m definitely considering self-publishing, if only to see how that goes.
Prince Adam met Linden while escaping his geography lessons.
Geography is one of those things everyone should know and no one wants to learn. The Queen Dowager had commanded that it be taught to the mob of prospective heirs to the throne that she’d gathered in the Royal palace, among with many other sciences and arts. Then again, the same august and childless lady had also commanded that they be taught the finer points of fencing, wrestling and knife-fighting, so everyone had a good, if resignedly terrified idea as to how she meant to solve the matter of succession without actually making a choice and angering a niece or nephew. However, these were also the same people who’d agreed to drop off their kids at the palace and under her supervision.
In any case, Adam had no more fondness for his geography studies than any other of the Princes at hand. He was fortunate, or unfortunate, enough that, the youngest of the candidates at nine years, by the time his geography lessons rolled around the teacher, a dour old priest of the Tree-Father, was either already asleep, or nearly there. All he had to do was read quietly, peeking up, until the man started snoring.
Which he’d done.
He’d only meant to slip out onto the balcony and sit on the ornate stone railing. But the day was lovely and still young, and he’d realized that one of the gutters ended not too far from the balcony, the spout carved like a horse’s head. He’d leapt lightly onto it and charged into many a battle on his moss-painted steed before a nearby cornice had caught his eye. From there he’d climbed several fashionable false arches, like a great explorer over vast mountain ranges. Then he’d leapt and caught an old arrow-slit by his fingertips, and climbed further up, until he could tip-toe along a gutter made slick by decades of rain-feed moss.
By then he was nearly six stories off the ground.
He stalled after having raced along a lip of brick, mortar and stone barely wider than his fine leather slippers, which he’d already thrown off at some point between mountain-exploring and harpy-fighting (there had been three particularly angry swallows with nests under another balcony). The gutter there ended in a fish-head spout, and there the palace itself turned in a sharp corner, rather than a round tower curve.
Adam glowered at the lack of further road in impotent anger. After a few minutes, however, anger grew boring with no one there to look upon it, and he put his mind to more practical concerns. He was a clever young man, forced by circumstance to become even cleverer, struggling to leave childhood behind just to survive the deadly competition he found himself in. He was a lovely child, a little on the slim side, with his father’s curly black hair and his mother’s (and grand-aunt’s) narrow, firm features, black brows and deep blue eyes, pale skin quickly growing pink because no one could keep him out of the summer sun for long.
A decorative ledge above him caught his eye. It was a mirror of the one he was standing on. On his tiptoes, he couldn’t reach it, his fingers just shy of the goal. If he leapt, though…
He glanced over his shoulder. Far below he could just see the tops of the trees, swaying in the afternoon breeze like fretful nannies. Beyond them were the muddy grounds of the expanding Royal Gardens, and beyond that was the dark green smudge of the Hunting Woods. But there was no one to tell him no, and so he leapt.
He caught the ledge, and almost immediately his right hand slipped. The ledge was, he realized belatedly, much larger than he’d expected, and at a slant, meant to shed water off from whatever might lie beyond it. Years of rain had left it as slippery as the gutters.
He tried to find the ledge below his feet, but he was just high enough that his questing toes couldn’t reach it. He tried to grip the ledge once again, but couldn’t find a place that wouldn’t spit out his fingers. His left hand was slipping, and for the first time it occurred to prince Adam that he might have been a mite unwise in his choice of entertainment for the afternoon. Grunting with effort he tried to lift himself up one-handed onto the ledge.
His left hand slipped.
Adam was weightless for a single, fragile moment, the tiny space between his heart beating and his breath catching.
Then he realized there was a small, strong hand gripping his left wrist, and looked up into the face of the most extraordinary creature he would ever meet in his life.
The stranger laughed, a merry and carefree sound, the ringing of cheerful bells. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”
They were wearing mismatched clothing, pants too big and tied with twine around the waist, folded many times over at the leg, shirt worn so thin the sun shining at the edge of the roof behind them showed skinny arms and a slender, graceful neck. Their hair was white and fine, tipped in dark gold, a halo around a fine-boned, acorn-brown face. But their eyes…
Their eyes were shattered glass.
Adam blinked, enthralled. They were brown and green, blue and hazel; it was as if someone had taken chapel windows and made them into eyes, glorious and random and full of lights. He fought to grip the ledge with his right hand, and finally found a spot willing to meet him halfway. “It’s my first time climbing this high up!” he protested.
The stranger, brown and lithe and mismatched in every way, laughed again, glad and guileless, and helped Adam scrabble onto the ledge.
“What’s wrong with your eyes?” the Prince asked.
The stranger jerked back in surprise, blinked pointedly, and then squinted at Adam. “Nothing. What’s wrong with yours?” they challenged.
“Nothing,” Adam replied, flopping onto the ledge, which was far larger than he’d expected, the slate and stone of it sun-warm. “Other than they’re boring, I suppose.” He rolled over, trying to catch his breath. The blue sky above him vanished behind that white-haired face, far too close to his. “Gah!”
“What’s boring about them?” the stranger demanded. “I think they’re lovely. Like a bluebird’s feathers.” They reached out to try and pry at Adam’s eyes, and the prince swatted that hand aside.
“What are you doing? It’s rude to touch people without their permission!”
Fine white brows went up. “Should I have asked permission to catch you when you slipped?”
“That’s different,” Adam sat up, and his new acquaintance, kneeling by him, leaned back on the heels of their bare, muddy feet. “Of course you don’t ask someone if you can save their life, you just do it. But when it’s not important, you should always ask. It’s good manners.” The young prince flopped back down again. “Thank you for catching me.”
“You’re welcome,” the stranger seemed to be mulling on Adam’s words, and once again that fine-boned, brown face filled his field of view. “I don’t think you’re boring. I liked how you fought the swallow-harpies.”
“Have you been watching me all this time?!” Adam burst up to a sitting position again.
“Yes,” his savior admitted blithely. “It was much more exciting than me just climbing to catch the sun.”
“Catch the sun?”
“Yes, see?” The stranger reached into a pocket of their oversized pants and pulled out something that gleamed too brightly for Adam to really see, something warm and golden like fat drops of honey held in the cup of that muddy, small hand. “It’s not a lot.”
“It’s more than I could ever get,” Adam replied, intrigued. “I didn’t even know you could catch the sun like that.”
“Well, it is tricky,” they admitted, a delicate fluster on the brown and high cheeks revealing faint green freckles as they pocketed the sun drops again.
“What do you even do with it?” Adam asked curiously, examining his feet and finding them incredibly filthy; for some reason this pleased him immensely.
“I bring them into the woods, where the normal sun doesn’t reach.”
“Oh, that would be so helpful to everything there!” Adam exclaimed, and his companion flushed even deeper, all unnoticed. By the time the young prince turned to face them, they were sitting cross-legged next to the boy. “By the way, I’m prince Adam Lestrelle. But it’s fine to just call me Adam.” He offered his hand, trying to make the gesture very grand and grown-up.
“Oh, Adam’s a good name. Better than Prince, anyways, there’s too many Princes here, it’d get confusing really quickly. I think you might be the only Adam.”
“I am,” he admitted. “I’m also the youngest. And you?”
“Ugh.” The stranger took Adam’s hand; their grip was strong, dry, warm, like wood softly polished by age and use, and warmed by summer daylight. “Me too. I hate it. There’s nothing good about being the youngest.” They licked their lips in thought, and then nodded, seeming to have come to a decision. “You can call me Linden.”
“Like the tree?”
“Yes.”
Adam considered. “It suits you.” He leaned closer a bit and sniffed, making Linden look at him curiously. “You smell like them, too.”
Linden shoved him. “Of course I do!” They sprung up to their feet, and offered a hand. “Come on, then. Palace won’t climb itself!”
There was a challenging, welcoming grin on Linden’s face, as bright as the white of their hair. Adam grinned back, took their hand, and let them help him to his feet.
***
By the time someone noticed the youngest prince in the palace was missing, it was suppertime. By the time he was found, seven people had been fired, three had been threatened with beheading, and the Dowager had written increasingly scathing letters to the monastery that provided her with teachers. Adam was dragged into a bath, sunburnt and windburnt and eyes full of wild glee, soot-black from where he’d made his way into an unused chimney and climbed down and out through the hearth. Linden had shown him the chimney, and watched him begin his descent. “Be careful, Adam,” they’d warned the prince, those shattered eyes gleaming in the setting sunlight. “I can’t catch you if you fall here.”
“There’s steps, it’s fine. A baby could climb this. Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Maybe.” Linden had laughed. “You know where to find me.”
He was grounded, and quickly forgotten once again. The problem with that, of course, is that it’s hard to keep a young boy in a giant palace grounded if you start ignoring him. He slipped out through the cellar once, when he’d been given punishment duty there. The master-at-arms lost track of him in the training yard, busy with the older boys whom he actually had faith in. He climbed up the beams in the stables when he was supposed to be doing punishment detail shoveling hay, and slipped out through the open shutters where hay bales where shuttled back and forth. Twice he climbed out of windows, his own and the one in the secondary library. He nearly fell once.
Linden was always there to catch him, with a merry laugh and those shattered, many-colored eyes. The palace rooftop and the cool dark woods were their playground, and they went everywhere together. In shallow cisterns and tiny pools carved out of the stumps of fallen forest giants Linden showed him impossible fish that spoke in tiny strings of bubbles, like pearls from a spilling necklace. They fought with imaginary swords, back to back, defending against savage barbarians and wicked pirates and murderous raiders, legions upon legions of them. It was always his ideas that they chased after, but Linden never seemed to mind falling in with the young prince’s wild imaginings.
In the end, with summer growing heady and sweet and hot, he got grounded for good, his windows barred shut while the sour-faced, pinched-mouthed man that handled the princes made “other accommodations”. His door was barred and there was a guard set upon it, and he couldn’t force the windows open even a little bit. He’d tried to climb out of his hearth, but it shared a chimney with something that had a fire going at all hours of the day.
So he’d hid in the laundry pannier.
The staff panicked. How had their charge slipped out? How had he made it past the guard, the barred windows, the locked door? People dashed in and out, but no one thought twice of the laundry basket, least of all the burly-armed maid that carried it down to the boiling pools of lye water. Someone shouted when Adam squirmed his way free, but in the vast forests of laundry hung to dry hardly anyone could see him, let alone catch him. He scrabbled over a stone wall and raced along the top, leapt onto the low eaves of the kitchen, sprinted away and clambered up a gutter, thanking each water spout he passed by name, as Linden had taught him. He was almost to the top when his feet went out from under him and he slammed against the edge of a steep roof with punishing force, blowing all the breath out of him. His grip slipped.
A strong, tiny, brown hand caught him by the wrist. “Are you ever gonna get any better at this?” Linden accused him cheerfully.
“I hope so,” he admitted, groaning.
“That took forever!” Linden helped him onto the roof, and Adam flopped down on his stomach to catch his breath. “What happened, where have you been?”
“They locked me up.” Adam sighed.
“Uuuuugh!” Linden dropped to sit next to him, playing with the black curls of his hair. “Are they even allowed to do that? You’re their prince!”
“I’m one of, like, fifty princes, Linden.” Adam felt himself relax at last under that familiar, friendly touch, like a bird making a nest of his hair. “And I’m the youngest. I’m never gonna be king, so they don’t care.”
“If they don’t care, why’d they lock you up?” Linden sprawled on their back next to him.
Adam turned his head to look at them, frowning a little as he put his words together; that, he’d learned from no teacher in the palace, but from his mother, who hadn’t wanted to leave him behind. “Because I made them look bad,” he explained at last. “When you’re a prince, they have to know where you are and what you’re doing, always and always. And if I told them about you, they’d say it’s too dangerous and wouldn’t let me do any of it.”
“That’s so dumb.”
“Right?” Adam was silent for a long moment. “What about you? What does your family think of me?”
“They think I’m very silly for spending time with you,” Linden tucked their arms under the gold-tipped burst of their white hair. “But they’ve always thought I’m silly.”
“You’re not silly!”
“Well, of course not.” Linden looked pleased at Adam’s staunch and immediate defense. “But they think everyone that’s young is silly, and I’m the youngest, and you’re the youngest. So we’re twice the silly.”
“Ugh.” Adam was very familiar with that sort of thinking, and kept as much distance between himself and it as possible.
“And who cares what they think anyway.” Linden whipped upright. “Now come on, I found a stork’s nest!”
Adam sprung up to a sitting position. “With storks?!”
“How else would I know it’s a stork’s nest? Come on!”
***
He came back, of course, he had to. Hunger brought him back.
“Are they going to lock you up again?”
“Probably,” Adam admitted as they meandered over the narrow edge of a high partition, soaring high above a private courtyard on one side and a small kitchen’s garden on the other. “It won’t be forever,” he told Linden when his friend’s face fell. “I’ll find some way to get out, I promise.”
“What do they even want from you?” Linden demanded. “If you’re not going to be king, why can’t they let you be?”
Adam found that an excellent question and, when he was dragged once again before Master Leminy, after the sour-faced, prune-mouthed man was done with his shouting and berating, he asked it. The Master of Scions swelled up like an angry toad. Adam would know, he’d recently made the acquaintance of several of the creatures.
The truth of the matter was, Everidge Leminy had tried to get Adam sent home. Repeatedly. But he couldn’t very well explain to the Dowager why he wanted the boy gone without admitting that he was balking the entirety of the palace staff and, mostly importantly, master Leminy himself. Admitting to such a failure might well cost the Master of Scions his job, and the rank and power that came with it. The first time he had excused it as the teacher’s failing. There wouldn’t always be someone else to blame, and the Dowager would not eschew even one boy. There was talk of a prophecy, of a fairy curse that she was trying to escape, ergo there being no children of her own. But master Leminy was too busy a man to believe in fairies.
He did believe, however, that the shameless, reckless brat before him would keep on vanishing. No one could watch a child every moment of the day; no one should have to, which made it all the more infuriating, because Adam was forcing him to do exactly that, and falling behind in his studies to boot. The latter wasn’t terrible, it could be readily excused by his youth, by having to compete with peers who in some cases more than doubled him in age. But eventually someone would make a comment to the Dowager, and she would start asking questions of Master Leminy.
Faced with uncomfortable risks and unwanted variables, Leminy shifted tacks. He clapped his hands and pressed his laced fingers to his mouth. “Prince Adam. It occurs to me that your life in the palace must be unbearably boring.”
Adam, who knew grown-ups never speak to a child with that sort of make-believe respect unless they want to set a trap, was instantly on his guard. “It’s alright,” he admitted neutrally, wary.
“You’ve no peers,” Leminy replied. “No one to do childish things with. I believe Prince Rickard is… thirteen?”
“He’s twelve,” Adam replied. And a bully, he didn’t add, but gosh he was thinking it very loudly.
“Just so.” The Master of Scions kept from gritting his teeth at being corrected, but it was a close thing. “I will make you a deal. I will find friends for you. I will set aside time from your schedule so you can do,” he flapped a hand, “whatever it is children do. But in exchange you must attend your lessons without fail.”
Adam nearly cried out agreement in delight. But as his many escapes made clear, he was a clever young boy. “How much time?”
“Three hours every day before supper.” Which were hours Adam would have had free anyway, until new teachers could be found from the monastery; the Dowager’s letters had not impressed them. “But you will have to make them up; no more free mornings during the end of the week.”
Adam chewed on his lip restlessly, his hands in his pockets. In one of them Linden had thrust an empty snail shell, and he ran his fingers restlessly over the rim. Was it a good bargain? It sounded like one to him, but the source made him nervous. And would the Master of Scions stick to it? He had no reason to. He could throw Adam up in a high tower cell and leave him there forever, until his hair grew as long as his nails and he forgot what the green world looked and felt like. “I don’t need paid-for friends,” he murmured.
“Of course you do! Every young boy needs friends!”
Adam saw the trap then. They wouldn’t be friends; they would be Lemony-Leminy’s spies. That made much, much more sense. And so, as graciously as he knew a prince should, he agreed. They both left the meeting quite satisfied, even if Adam was being marched off to another punishment detail in the kitchens, and Leminy was off to wrangle an impossible little urchin’s schedule into something suitable for a would-be king.
***
Summer quickened into fall, and then into winter. Linden warned Adam that they wouldn’t be able to come once the snow fell, and the young prince spent the time after their last parting forlorn behind the glass-paned windows of the palace. For lack of anything better to do he applied himself to his lessons, half forgotten during the golden warmth of better days. He found in himself a surprising aptitude for things he’d learned with half an ear and a tenth of the interest they should have been originally given. His teachers didn’t question their good fortune; they merely rushed to catch him up while they had his attention.
The ‘friends’ Lemony-Leminy had promised him had come the day directly after his talk with the Master of Scions, and they were no better or worse than Adam had expected. Older, of course, he’d expected no different. Unfortunately for master Leminy, when you might grow up to be a king, the politics of getting people to do what you want them to do take up a good part of your education. Adam made it clear to the three boys that if they left him alone and asked no questions he would return the courtesy, effectively getting them paid for doing whatever they wanted with their afternoons. All they had to do was meet with Adam briefly after his lessons so they could agree on a likely tale to tell anyone who asked, and not get caught the rest of the time.
Two of the boys had been thrilled with this agreement. The third tried to stick to his purpose, until he discovered that it entailed trying to follow the young prince as he climbed up walls and raced along roofs like a squirrel. After falling one time too many, he wisely gave up before he hurt himself irredeemably, and contented himself with scowling at the young prince every time Adam took off through paths best suited to cats and thieves.
Winter left him stuck with the boys, and while they weren’t bad sorts, Adam couldn’t forget that they weren’t his friends. They were paid to stick around, paid to tell master Leminy what he did with his time, paid to try and keep him busy. He’d offered for them to accompany him in his lessons, but while all three had agreed, it quickly became obvious the only one with a real interest was Beliwick. To the other two boys it was just time spent away from unwanted chores with a valid excuse.
“Is she pretty?” one of the boys asked one afternoon, his voice just this side of a taunt.
Adam jerked back to reality. He’d been staring out the window at the snow-choked grounds of the palace, willing spring to arrive faster, hoping for just one sprig of green, one touch of color, to let him know his best friend would come back soon. “Who?” he asked in confusion.
The two boys, Dane and Oliver, where sprawled by the hearth playing dice. Beli, who’d been painstakingly reading one of Adam’s math primers, a gift of the prince to him, glanced cautiously at them and then ducked his head low.
It was warning enough for Adam, who dragged himself with an effort to the present.
Oliver, the oldest of the boys, snorted. “Whatever girl you’re pining after.”
“Ugh,” Adam made a face to go with the groan. “You’re getting too old to be my friend if you think I’m interested in a girl, Oliver.”
The smirk went right out of their faces, and Adam saw Beli hide a grin.
“I’m waiting for spring. I’m tired of being inside forever and forever,” he explained.
Dane flopped on the warm slate before the hearth. “The whole world is,” he agreed easily enough. Dane was not a bad sort; he was simply lazy. He would always agree with whatever was easiest. “Winter’s dragged on this year.”
“Well, it needs to drag away faster,” Adam groused.
Winter, of course, would be rushed away by no one, but it eventually did give way to spring. By then, much to his teachers’ astonishment, Adam had caught up with and surpassed a few of his peers in his academic studies. It didn’t occur to most of them that it was because he had nothing to do but read.
Rain fell on the day of his birthday, rather than snow, and he took comfort from it. He was invited to tea with the Queen Dowager, who asked the questions expected of her station and his studies, and seemed distractedly pleased over a boy from whom she expected very little, if anything at all. Just before supper he was dragged before the Master of Scions, along with prince Rickard and four more miscreants, one of them Dane. Everyone ended with punishment duties to go along with their black eyes and bloody lips, but since it was the first time Adam had landed a punch on the older boy, he counted it an improvement and the best birthday gift so far.
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