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ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis · 9 months

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So I found this on Google, and I accidentally ended up having a megabrainstorm session with my dad about if Vulcans were actually photosynthetic, or really just how photosynthetic humanoids would work in general and how they'd function on a Starfleet ship? It was more like me ranting excitedly at my dad for a few minutes, but there were some cool ideas in there. (I mean I think they're cool, hopefully you guys do too)

Warning: EXTREMELY long (and nerdy) bullet point list follows under the cut

green skin because chlorophyll

possibly even leafy skin, which might end up looking more like scales, but with patches of softer more leaf-like areas where we'd have more body fat and/or body hair

(they can still have that Vulcan hair though, since it's sort of a defining trait/style of the species in Star trek)

This means they have to absorb sunlight through their skin, and convert it into energy in the form of glucose, like trees

Therefore they'd have to have glucose (not copper) based blood (but the melting point of sugar is really high? Hadn't quite worked that part out)

Their blood would be white then? Amber, like tree sap. Wait actually don't some flowers/green stemmed things have white sap in the stems? (Maybe their blood would change from white to amber as they age? I know flowers aren't younger versions of trees, but it would be cool)

and they'd have to drink water just as much as humans because plants need water (as Chekhov is panicking about) but maybe since Chekhov is worried about "watering" spock, their hair can function like roots or something to soak up extra water as well. Idk if it rains much on Vulcan but when it did they'd all be going outside like the worms do on Earth lol

They wouldn't really have to eat if sunlight is their primary energy source. Their mouth would be just for water, breathing, and speaking. In which case they'd have ALL different organ systems, seeing as our digestive system takes up a good chunk of space in the torso, what would they fill it with? Being humanoid, they'd still need lungs, as well as a heart to circulate the (glucose based?) blood. They can still have a liver as a toxin filter and whatever else livers do (trees have to deal with not-so-clean water, so the photosynthetic Vulcans could probably deal with pretty muddy/questionable water as well. And maybe that connects to a very basic digestive system (liver-filters > short and singular intestine > rectum) which is mostly just for getting rid of the mud (yes, pooping.) And the liver can also deal with dusty/sandy air probably. Oh they might not need to eat (maybe even CAN'T eat since they wouldn't need or have the organs to deal with it) but they could drink liquids other than water, and it might be helpful/necessary to drink sugary fruit drinks if it's been cloudy for a few days, because humanoids expend a LOT more energy than plants probably do. They probably have a "stomach" which acts as a storage and distribution-into-bloodstream area for water and sugar, a little like how a camel's hump works, so it might not only be "OMG did anyone water Spock today!?" But also "OMG Spock fainted, somebody get him fruit juice!" *frantic running to the mess hall* *20 ccs of sugar* "I told you to drink more sugary stuff, our artificial light here just can't give you as much energy as your THREE ENTIRE SUNS back home, you ****ing idiotic hobgoblin!" *definitely not crying over Spock's wellbeing*

Idk what would make up the rest of their torso since they don't need as much space for organs. Heart, lungs, liver, one intestine + waste management, storage stomach, and the rest of ours is primarily taken over by about 15 feet of scrunched intestines, so maybe for them it's all leg, or they could maybe have a redundant extra pair of lungs, and/or another heart, especially to lessen the workload since tree sap is significantly thicker than human blood? Or maybe all the water would thin it out? Or one heart is more connected to the skin where they absorb light energy and cycles the glucose-based blood (which goes from white to amber as they grow up) and the other heart connects more to the water/fruit juice storage stomach and cycles water as well as somehow sends old water off to get peed out? And they should also have an organ that somehow counters sunburn and helps then deal with their world's elevated levels of radiation.

So: two pairs of lungs (for no real reason), two hearts (and two circulatory systems?), one for water and one that's more for the nutrients of glucose from sunlight, a storage stomach, a liver, an organ that deals with radiation and sunburn, a short intestine for the undrinkable parts of potentially muddy/contaminated water, the rectum to poop out the mud, the kidneys/bladder/urinary system for old water, and I think that's it.

I've been occasionally researching (googling) during the process of writing this, and I found that trees actually do have 2 different kinds of sap! Phloem is the "more nutrient rich form, and flows from the leaves bringing sugars and hormones to nutrient-hungry parts of the plant," while Xylem "consists mostly of water" so it's perfectly reasonable for them to have 2 hearts, one for each kind!

But how can we design starships to be more Vulcan-friendly then, if they need so much light? Well first of all, having sugar as an option for hyposprays in the medbay/sickbay, as well as plenty of sugary drinks available in the replicators, and the sugary fruit drinks shouldn't "cost" as much in rations since the Vulcans sort of need it as much as they need water when they aren't able to access direct sunlight. Speaking of which, all the hallways should have strips of light off to the side (one on the floor and another shining down from the ceiling above it) that the Vulcan crewmembers can walk through, and there should be a solarium room which does its best to replicate at least the lighting and radiation conditions of Vulcan (the planet). This solarium should have the light panels be able to slide away to reveal actual windows, and starships with any Vulcans in their crew should be required to spend a minimum amount of time every so often in orbit of an actual sun or star system so that the Vulcans can have genuine sunlight. It would be really funny if Spock just had a spotlight that follows him around like Olaf's snow cloud in Frozen, but it would be more practical if his station on the bridge just had extra light panels which are positioned in some way so as not to shine in his eyes. Also, this photosynthesis sort of depends on their skin actually being exposed to light, so the uniform would probably be modified for Vulcans to be short sleeves and shorts despite how weird that would be, or it would be designed like tinted glass somehow, or... some other way of letting the light in without being immodest, idk

And now for a very important question: some trees are deciduous, yes? Oh dang it I just googled whether Vulcan has seasons and the answer was no. Scrolling down pointed out that Vulcan is a desert planet and so they'd naturally be able to go without water for longer periods of time than humans. That second one is okay, that's why they have a water storage organ sort of like camels, and I guess maybe they wouldn't need so much water after all. More like cacti than trees. But the no axis tilt / no seasons thing sort of cancels out what I was about to write :(

I'll write it anyway. Let's pretend for a second that Vulcan has seasons, because this whole thing can really apply to "photosynthetic humanoids" in general, not just photosynthetic Vulcans in particular. So, I was about to talk about deciduous trees :) When the seasons shift towards winter, the sunlight is weaker, trees go red before losing their leaves and sort of hibernating, right? Well what if Vulcans start going pale, then yellowy, and eventually taking on a pale reddish hue, and since they can't lose their skin to conserve energy, they consume as much sugar/fruit juice as they can over a period of a few weeks, before going into hibernation like bears?

This means that your Vulcan crewmate is kind of useless for at least a quarter of every year, which isn't really a problem unless they're a senior officer, but if they ARE a senior officer, they better have an apprentice or someone who can cover for them while they hibernate. Maybe another Vulcan from the opposite side of the planet, who would naturally hibernate during the opposite half of the year.

Would this Vulcan and their opposite-side-of-the-planet counterpart be best friends, or bitter rivals? Who knows!

Now, starships do not actually have seasons, so the hibernation cycle wouldn't be technically necessary. The Vulcan has two options: either slowly adjust to the year-round availability of sunlight over a period of multiple years so that they don't have to abandon their crew for a few months out of every year (and be SEVERELY messed up if they ever retire and go back to the hypothetical version of Vulcan which has seasons), OR, make sure that the availability of light mimics the seasonal cycle of pretend-Vulcan-with-seasons so that they can have their hibernation cycle properly. (Clearly the better option if they aren't a senior officer, especially if they don't plan to spend the rest of their life on the ship.)

Also it would be really cute to see what kind of pillow fort nest Spock would probably end up making in his quarters to hibernate in. I wonder if they'd visit him.

DO NOT WAKE THE HIBERNATING SPOCK. Google says waking up an animal from hibernation too early can have fatal consequences. On the other hand, it also said bears can wake themselves up immediately to protect cubs if necessary or if they're startled awake, so maybe he can respond to red alerts. However going based off the first point, it might be necessary to completely soundproof his quarters and make sure he remains undisturbed. And yet another possibility is that photosynthetic Vulcans wouldn't need to hibernate at all if they come from a part of the planet which is mostly friendly year-round (which would technically be true, since it doesn't actually have seasons at all, and they would choose to have civilizations in the most habitable areas. Maybe civilizations closer to the poles would have Vulcans that are naturally paler or more reddish, like how the Aenar on the Andorian homeworld are blind and paler.)

Animals coming out of hibernation can have lost up to 30% of their body weight (over a QUARTER), so Vulcans coming out of hibernation would look so sick and weak, and they'd probably take a while to get their full green color back, and the more soft leafy areas of higher body fat would have shriveled into just the small scale-like leaves that make up the majority of their skin, and their uniforms would be all baggy on them, and the human crew would probably be so so so worried for them, especially the first few hibernation cycles

*Spock stumbles onto the bridge for the first time in several months, pale orange-red and extremely skinny* "Oh my god, Spock!" (overjoyed at his return) -- "Oh my god Spock you look like crap, are you alright?" (softer and full of concern upon actually noticing what he looks like) -- "This is perfectly normal, I'll be fine, you need me on du-" *faints*

#HI OKAY so I have a lot more like this: branch-off ideas about their reproduction and blood functionality and cute baby stuff and all that #and all of them are tagged “photosynthetic vulcans” so if you want to search for them that should work (it's worked for me)#vulcans #photosynthesis #photosynthetic humanoids #photosynthetic vulcans #hibernation #star trek #star trek tos #spock #biology theorization #speculative biology #(I am not a botanist or a biologist but I'd love to talk about SPECIFICALLY how this would work with someone who is haha :))#disclaimer: this is indeed extremely long and nerdy #I didn't realize at first that this got saved as a draft #so for a devastating few hours from roughly 2 in the morning until a couple hours after I woke up #I genuinely thought ALL of this was GONE. Deleted.#and I tried to start recreating it but I was just so damn heartbroken over losing literally hours worth of work that I just couldn't do it #so I am extremely grateful for the fact that it got saved as a draft #but A LITTLE WARNING WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE #because I had gone to a different site to do research and then stepped away to unplug the phone and plug in a portable charger instead #and when I came back #the post was EMPTY #just blank. The “create a new post” screen. I was in shock and denial and very upset.#it was probably 1:30 in the morning and I was unprepared to deal with it #so I know none of that matters but if you are reading these tags then THANK YOU because a fuck ton of emotions went into this

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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Frank I'm working on a world building project, would you mind helping me create some plants for the fantasy world? Either naming them or drawing them would be great!

Fantasy Plants I love writing in a fantasy setting, and while I've tried to draw a few plant concepts before, I haven't yet managed to capture the beauty of the plants of real life (which are of course fantastical in nature!). I figured some plants from real life would be great as inspiration for fantasy plants. The world I've written most about is a pre-industrial setting in the Northern Hemisphere, specifically a land with cold winters where a great many plants are frost tolerant, and warm summers where a great many plants are temperate. I'd like to have a good selection of all those and some additional plants in a fantasy setting.

I will say that I am not well-versed in plant biology, so I'm open to hearing suggestions for improvements on the list below. For each plant, I provide an image from my Google search, and the name of the plant as well. Feel free to use these images as a reference for your own world building projects, with credit as always.

1. Arctic plants and other cold-loving plants

Name: arctic plants

Image: Ice floe

Plant type: a sub-branch of the conifer family Pinaceae, the true trees of arctic regions, where they are dominant plants in some areas, like Canada

Name: mosses

Image: arctic moss

Plant type: non-flowering plants, often in tufts, with thick, often dark, dark green and often waxy-looking blades

Name: lichen

Image: white spots of lichen

Plant type: an association between a fungus and a bacteria, often with green patches where the fungus has taken hold

Name: northern grassland wildflower

Image: flower of goldenrod (Solidago virgaurea)

Plant type: flowering perennials in the aster family

Name: Arctic heath

Image: flower spikes of mountain aven (Avenella corundens)

Plant type: perennial plants often growing in heaths and grasslands

Name: polar bear hair moss

Image: a moss in the genus Scleropodium, growing in rocky areas

Plant type: moss

Name: Arctic dwarf shrubs

Image: flowering dwarf shrubs in the buckthorn family

Plant type: flowering perennial shrubs in the dogbane family, often of low stature and with yellow flowers

Name: mosses

Image: arctic moss

Plant type: non-flowering plants, often in patches

Name: mountain aven

Image: flower spikes of mountain aven

Plant type: perennial plants often growing in heaths and grasslands

Name: willow

Image: flowering dwarf shrub in the flowering pellitory family

Plant type: flowering perennial dwarf shrubs in the rose family

Name: cinquefoil

Image: a plant in the quillweed family, growing in grassy meadows

Plant type: a perennial plant in the sunflower family

Name: sphagnum moss

Image: patches of sphagnum moss, a perennial herb

Plant type: a grass that does not have leaves

Name: reindeer moss

Image: white patches on a rock

Plant type: a moss with thick, stiff, white blades

2. Temperate and tropical plants

Name: conifers

Image: Douglas fir

Plant type: tree, pine and spruce conifer in the family Pinaceae

Name: broadleaved deciduous trees

Image: a deciduous tree in the oak family

Plant type: an evergreen tree in the oak family

Name: elm

Image: flower of the elm

Plant type: tree with evergreen leaves

Name: grassland plants

Image: flowering perennials in the daisy family

Plant type: flowering perennial grasses in the grass family

Name: juniper

Image: fruit of the juniper tree in the cypress family

Plant type: flowering tree in the cypress family

Name: dogwood

Image: fruit of the dogwood tree in the mountain laurel family

Plant type: flowering tree in the aster family

Name: wildflower

Image: yellow flowers of mountain asters

Plant type: a species of aster

Name: flowering dwarf shrub

Image: purple-fruited flowering shrubs in the heather family

Plant type: flowering species in the rose family

Name: flowering plants

Image: yellow flowers of flowering plants

Plant type: flowering plants

Name: grasses

Image: golden grasses

Plant type: grasses without leaves

Name: mountain aven

Image: flower spikes of mountain aven

Plant type: flowering perennial dwarf shrubs in the dogbane family

4, Insects, nematodes, and other forms

Name: flower crab crab

Image: yellow crab flowers

Type: plant associated with a crab, typically with a green stem and dark green to blackish-fruited leaves

Name: flowering crab

Image: yellow crabflower

Plant Type: flowering crab

Name: flowering crab

Image: flower of the crab plant

Plant Type: flowering crab

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#the strange reddish man #monstrosity-positive

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jonnysinsectcatalogue · 1 year

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Common Eastern Bumblebee - Bombus impatiens

They have returned to the garden and the wild world with spring’s awakening! While mostly summer pictures here, Bumblebees can wake up and get to work earlier than other Bees since they can work up their bodies and warm their muscles. With the warmer days Toronto’s had recently and all the sun, the newest Bees can begin the next year of foraging and establishing new colonies in the ground or abandoned hollows. I see many Bumblebees in my yard when spring arrives since the our first flowers begin to bloom. The majority of the blooming comes from our white magnolia tree and is supplemented by errant tulips and smaller flowers, all of which can be Bumblebee sized. Picture 6 shows a Bumblebee enjoying a tulip and searching for delicious pollen and nectar. When they aren’t investigating the flowers, the Bees that I’ve found fly close to the ground, trailing along the vegetation. They’re probably searching for either a mate (in the case of males) or a suitable hole to begin a colony (in the case of young queens). It’s definitely the latter as fertilization happens before the new year and now the young queens emerge to explore the world. Though they explore our yard hasn’t yet been nested by these little fuzzies. Our yard not being a suitable nesting site may be a good thing, as for all the cuddliness and fluffiness we associate with Bumblebees, they can be quite bombastic and fierce when defending their home or if their nest is disturbed.

As I’ve learned from The Sting of the Wild, it’s best not to probe, bother or kick around an area where Bumblebee activity is high for fear of disturbing the nest. Furthermore, unlike Honeybees which can only sting once, Bumblebees can sting multiple times since they lack backward-turned barbs on their stinger. While well-armed, they don’t just go around stinging things impatiently (despite what their species name suggests) since they don’t hunt for food. While they “hunt” for flowers, they are strictly vegetarians who don’t even need to consider bringing insect prey to feed their larvae. It’s an odd thing that this social branch of insects within Hymenoptera turned to vegetarianism while most of their relatives bring some form of prey to the colony to speed things along, and yet it’s perfectly normal to us. With the Bees, it’s all flowers and honey, and we can enjoy that (and so can they). Bumblebees like these can make honey to a degree, but the material collected isn’t refined (in the same way that Honeybees do) and what’s made isn’t enough for our own consumption. What they collect is just enough for their own hive! The collection process will begin here in late-May, early-June once the first batch of workers are ready thanks to the queen’s hard work.

Pictures were taken on May 1; June 1, 23, and 26; July 14 and 16, 2021 with a Google Pixel 4.

#jonny’s insect catalogue #ontario insect #bee #common eastern bumblebee #bumblebee #hymenoptera #insect #toronto #may2021 #june2021 #july2021 #2021 #entomology #nature #invertebrates

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sylvia-forest · 2 years

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[L&N] Osborn Spring Tease Date (Prologue)

[Release Date: 5 March 2021]

[This date was translated with the help of Google translate, @cheri-translates and by my friends!]

The gentle and warm breeze was wrapped in the fragrance of sweet-smelling flowers. I walked along the small stone path, curiously studying this quiet and secluded manor.

A few days ago, I received an invitation from Osborn, but he didn't tell me the destination of the appointment, but booked a car for me in advance.

Was he planning to give me a surprise? With anticipation and excitement, I got into the car punctually.

The driver took me to my destination, which turned out to be a manor on the outskirts of the city. I heard that it was a mansion of a rich man decades ago and was transformed into a business park.

Text message: I'm here, where are you?

Osborn message: Come here.

Osborn sent a photo of an elegant small building surrounded by trees.

I looked around and found the building not far away.

MC: That's the place!

As I approached, I realized that it was a cafe with a few tables, chairs and umbrellas at the entrance.

There is an exquisite door plate next to the gate, which reads "MIle Modiste", which should be the name of the cafe.

As if knowing my arrival, a waiter opened the door for me.

Waiter A: Miss MC, this way please.

Dense emerald-green vines climbed around the room’s interior, and large swathes of bright-colored fresh flowers embellished the area in an irregular manner, as if the colors of spring had also spread into the store.

I looked at this cafe curiously, which is very different from the places Osborn usually goes to.

The waiter pulled out a chair for me and handed me a simple and elegant menu after I was seated.

Waiter A: Mr. Osborn has already selected the afternoon tea set for you in advance. If you want to change it, you can tell me.

I nodded and looked down at the menu in my hand.

The tea set Osborn chose for me is very rich. It not only includes muffins, cakes and other desserts, but also different kinds of drinks and fruit wines.

A cursory glance was enough for me to immediately confirm that this was not the default set menu of this store, but one that Osborn had specially customized for me.

The reason was very simple. Whether it is desserts or types of drinks, all of them are my favourites.

MC: No problem, I’ll go with whatever’s written on it.

Waiter A: Okay, hold on a minute, this is for you.

The warm wind from the window swept through the tip of my nose, and I didn't get any message from Osborn, except for the cafe photo just now, there was no new news.

What’s Osborn doing now? He specially selected this place, could it be that he wanted to give me an unexpected surprise?

I was filled with wild fantasies until I was interrupted by the voice of the waiter.

Waiter A: Miss MC, your black tea.

MC: Huh….. okay, thank you.

An exquisite tea set gilded with gold and enamel sat on the waiter’s tray. He picked up the teapot and poured tea into the cup. White steam arose.

Waiter A: Enjoy your tea.

After I picked up the teacup and blew it to cool, I took a sip carefully. The fragrance of tea mixed with the fragrance of fruit quickly spread in my mouth, making the waiting time pleasant.

Not long after, footsteps came from behind me again.

?.?: Hello, this is your afternoon tea.

Hearing the familiar voice, I put the teacup down and turned my head in surprise.

Sure enough, the person who came to me with the dessert cart was Osborn.

Osborn was wearing an elegant black three-piece suit and stood tall beside me.

Unlike his usual leisurely style of dressing, this tailored and fitting suit enveloped his sturdy figure very well.

An elegant bow tie was wrapped around his neck, restrained and reserved.

His black hair was tidied till not a single strand was out of place. Sunlight filtered through his hair, adding a few dashes of tenderness to the person in front of me.

Osborn picked up the tray beside him and placed the colorful drinks and three-tier dessert rack on the table.

His movements were neat, and even his usual cynical expression was restrained a bit.

I blinked, a little surprised as to why Osborn was being this formal today.

Looking at his different handsome appearance than usual, my heart beat a few beats involuntarily.

After setting the afternoon tea, Osborn pulled on his gloves, put one hand behind his back, and made a "please" gesture with the other hand.

Osborn: Your afternoon tea is ready, please enjoy it slowly.

After Osborn finished speaking, he did not leave, but stood by my side with a serious expression on his face, as if he was ready to serve me at any time.

Looking at Osborn, who was a different person from usual, I was in a daze, so I stretched out my hand and poked his waist.

MC: Why did Great boss Osborn change his career?

The seriousness just now seemed to be just my illusion. Osborn had a wicked smile on his face, bent down and tapped the tip of my nose with his finger.

Osborn: It’s all because a certain little greedy cat ate so much that I became poor. I had no choice but to work.

The person in front of me was talking nonsense while having a serious expression. I tried my best to hold back my laughter and cooperate with his performance.

MC: Then you still ordered so many desserts for me? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to pay for it?

Osborn: After you finish eating, you will go to the kitchen with me to wash the dishes and pay off the debt.

MC: Pfft, don't talk nonsense, why are you dressed like this?

Osborn: There's no reason, I want to give you some freshness.

Osborn: Today this cafe is only open for you, and I am your exclusive waiter.

Saying that, Osborn took out another menu and put it in front of me.

Compared with the restaurant's elegant menu, this menu is completely handmade, and from the handwriting of "MC Exclusive Menu", it is very likely that Osborn painted it himself.

Thinking about this, the Menu in my hand suddenly became precious.

Osborn stretched out his hand and turned it's backside. It listed a variety of service types, including dining service, relaxation service, fragrance service, entertainment service, and tour service.

Osborn: Everything today will be at your service, and I will follow all your commands.

Osborn's words made me feel a little bit moved. I looked at the Menu in front of me hesitantly, thinking about the service I chose.

Osborn: But let me say this upfront -

Osborn's slender fingers deliberately fell on the right side of Menu, with a bit of bewitchment and a smile in his tone.

Osborn: These services are not free, and each has a corresponding price.

Only then did I find that those services were not marked with a price, but were replaced by different quantities of red lip prints.

That row of red and full lip prints were filled with vibrant and warm colors. Could it be…

MC: Shouldn't this lip print be….

Osborn: Yep, that's exactly what you think it means.

Osborn: Excuse me, what service do you want to choose?

He bowed down, and the coaxing tone came to my ears, I decided — —

✧ [Option 1: Meal Service]

✧ [Option 2: Tour Service]

✧ [Option 3: Relaxation Service]

✧ [Option 4: Entertainment Service]

──𑁦── ──𑁦── ──𑁦──

#THIS DATE IS A MASTERPIECE I TELL YOU!!!#MY LOVE FOR OSBORN IS AGAIN ON IT'S PEAK #light and night＃Evan＃Jesse #Sariel＃光与夜之恋＃夏鸣星＃萧逸＃齐司礼 #charlie #osborn

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seoultoseoultravel · 2 years

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Day 21, Seoul 2nd Oct

This was early morning Sunday walking to my hotel. There was a huge line waiting for this restaurant to open. The line went further then you can see. It only looked a small place so some people will be in line for awhile. I meant to ask the hotel front desk what it was.

When I came to Korea I wanted to have enough time to soak up the culture and not be rushed in trying to see everything so I’m pretty relaxed getting around. This morning I caught the wrong bus number. It was the one for where I’m going tomorrow but even with that I caught it on the wrong side of the road. Most buses do a continuous route so this bus was going the long way there. It didn’t matter as I could change my plans so after the bus crossed the river it ended up near the National Assembly, which I didn’t know anything about, so I thought I would get off and investigate.

The grounds and the buildings were impressive.

This is the view from the steps of the National Assembly building. The area south of the river all seems to be very flash and wealthier. I suppose it has all only been more recently built or at least in the last 50 years.

It took me a little while to work out how to get where I had originally been heading, the Leeum Museum of Art. A cafe stop was in order or this time a Starbucks. I’ve had to drink other hot drinks in cafes as most don’t have my normal tea, only Starbucks do so every now and then I’ll go there. I’d have no problem if I drank coffee. Another bus and then a bit of confusion. I did have the right stop, as it turned out, but the bus was 110A going one way and 110 B going the other which I didn’t know. I finally opted for the subway which was right next to the bus stop. You still see sights around that are more reminiscent of a past time. Mostly older people.

The subway is very clean and efficient. You notice that Koreans tend to wear a lot of black and we with their black hair it’s very black. School uniforms seem to be black as well.

Someone asked me how do I know about the places I’m going to. I have read a lot, looked at Google maps, Pinterest and I know no one else is into BTS but I have learnt a lot about places from them. They have been Seoul’s Tourist Ambassadors for the last five years. When I go down a rabbit hole I go down deep. RM, the BTS leader, is a big art lover and he has been to this Museum and posted exhibits online.

There were a number of exhibits in the grounds.

Main entrance. The green lights was also an art installation.

I loved this museum. Every piece was appealing and there was a mixed lot.

I loved this work by Anicki Yi called animatronic moths. I could post virtually every piece in the museum it was so good.

This was looking outside. The planting of the trees created a artistic space.

This piece was by Lee Bul called Monster: Black. It was a (reconstruction of 1998 work). Made from fabric,fiber filling, sequins, dried flower, glass beads, aluminum, crystal, metal chain, acrylic paint on stainless steel frame. It had a much detail to it.

There was a long wall of these glass balls of varying colours.

This piece was amazing as it all moved. The mechanics inside the fish was very intricate.

I adored this. The room was very startling when you walked in being all white and with the white ceramic pots by Park Young sook. These are known as ‘moon jars’ which have a distinctive round shape which were widely produced for over 100 years during the Joseon Dynasty in the 17th century. It was all so white that I don’t think the attendant could stay in there for too many hours. It’s deceptive from the photo as you can see the ceiling. The pots were beautiful.

Another beautiful piece showed off in a great setting.

The Museum building itself was very interesting and full of angles and consisted of different building materials, metal and wood. This was looking up from the foyer to the skylight. The Museum was free and there was a line up waiting to get in when I was leaving. I just walked in. They were taking temperatures still at the entrance and, of course, we are still all wearing our masks.

This looked like paper but it was made of of metal.

The museum is in the Itewon area which is a young happening area. It certainly fulfilled that description yesterday as the area was very busy with all cool looking people. Koreans are so well dressed.

They never expose much of their bodies even when it is hot. The only people you see with arms or backs bare are westerners. There were actually a few I saw today. We are a daggy lot compared to the locals.

Seoul has a lot of just row after row of ordinary high rise apartments but also many buildings are architecturally designed and create interesting skylines. These were just out the window from the bus I caught back to the hotel.

Always impressive in parts.

There are also a lot of sculptural pieces around the city.

This building is just around the corner from my hotel.

I love my hotel and it’s location. This is from my window. This street Namdaemun-ro was an original street which was widened considerably by the Japanese. There used to be illegal shanties and shops along a narrow road. The Japanese demolished those and made it a main thoroughfare. Now there are major buildings, hotels and big departments along its route.

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you’re amusing

request: n/a pairing: pirate!dream x reader genre: angst/fluff word count: 6k warnings: fighting, bloodshed(not graphic) summary: captainpuffy’s crew raids your island. :)

extra: i spent two days writing this and it turned out to be 14 pages on google docs- please- lmao. um anyways,, you can use my au if you’d like(just @ me if you do!!/credit me), feel free to ask questions and i’ll answer and give y’all the info i have on it! :) also this is NOT edited dsifds anyways!! (i dont usually add keep readings but this is so long im sorry please-) - - - - - - - - - -

winter was never kind to us, the only things that seemed to warm us all were the bread and pastries niki made, or the fire we’d have ever night. otherwise, the town was silent, not a peep from anyone simply trying to survive.

we were close, or at least some of us are. every now and then you’d here whispered talking, most now guarded and isolated from the first attack. tubbo and tommy were the two that spoke the most to each other, tommy commonly being seen entering and exiting tubbo’s florist shop, except not always with flowers.

he’d leave with weapons now, newly crafted and made swords or arrows, shields sometimes even. it wasn’t new but it was still shocking that this is what the town had come to. what used to be a lively, social town now filled with the cold, bitterness of a half victory.

wilbur hadn’t been seen for a couple of weeks, the only signs he was still in there were the fact patrols were still being sent out. tommy, techno, and purpled all wandering the island, weapons drawn and looking out for that one boat.

‘masked raiders’ is what they called them, the members rather than the ship. the title was earned when their raid leader had become recognizable for their white eye cover/bandana and mocking smile.

no, the ship itself was called ‘ethereal fury’. led by the infamous captain puffy. legends say it’s hundreds of years old, passed on to their family like an heirloom, yet no one knew who would lead it next.

you stared out over the waters, one leg over the cliff side and the other tucked up, elbow leaning against it and palm in hand. your bow sat beside you, the bundle of arrows scattered around messily. organization was never your strong suit, but aim was. tubbo had crafted you personalized throwing knives, your initials craved into the handle.

your hand clasped around one of the knives, running your thumb delicately over your initials. glancing up at the sky, you took note of the time, pressing a hand against the ground and standing. purpled would be home soon, and you needed to check him over for wounds. he was your brother, as reckless as he was, he never learned to take care of himself.

with a sigh you walked around, picking up the discarded arrows, sliding your bow over your back. the string pressed against your front, though it became an invisible, phantom of a feeling when you turned around, hearing noise from the waters.

around another island in the distance pulled a ship, not too far away from your home island. quickly you pulled a shrinkable scope from your pocket, an intention fundy had given you to test, looking around the boat for a symbol.

and there it was, the ram horns on the front of the ship. quickly a gasp left you, from your post you ran for the watchtower. the cliff was a watchpoint and practice area, one you commonly went to.

you rushed up the mossy watchtower stairs, almost stumbling. finally, you reached the bell, grabbing the string inside and frantically ringing the bell.

it’s noise rung out, hurting your ears, yet you continued to hit it and let the sharp sound fill the island. immediately you heard the upsurge from the side, hearing the draw gate start to close and defense barriers begin to set up. techno and tommy must’ve been closing in when you hit the bell, what ironically and unfortunately perfect timing.

the cold wind stung at your skin and face as you raced back down the stairs and to the cliffside. you kneeled, pulling your bow back out and drawing an arrow from your quill. your sight was aimed down at the ship, keeping a steady aim and stare on the offensive, and enemy raiders.

the ship began to slow, and you could see the cannon windows begin to open. steadying your grip on the arrow you aimed slightly up, breathing in before releasing the arrow, exhaling while you shut.

the arrow zoomed through the air, piercing directly into the opening of the cannon. the window immediately shut on that opening, and you took out another arrow, quickly changing positions to be further in the shrubbery. loading another arrow you aimed at the pirate ship again, watching them begin to dock. the moment you saw a sign of movement you fired the arrow, repeating your breathing process. it hit against the board that let them down, bouncing off and into the waters, though you had been inches away from hitting someone's foot.

you glanced up slightly from where you had been aiming, the white sticking out against the rest of the outfit. pain shot through your lungs at the aggressive and sharp inhale you took. the leader of the masked raider’s was staring directly up at the cliffside, though not at you, but rather at the watchtower.

quickly you rolled into the bushes, back against a tree while peering out at them. you saw two of the raiders jump out, one throwing a fireball at the wooden defenses and the other throwing two potions down. their swords gleamed, even from how far back you were. suddenly, you heard a familiar warping sound.

drawing your attention over, you watched a black and red hooded figure land, glancing over the town. they stood beside the watchtower, only about twenty feet away from you. slowly you leaned a hand down, grabbing a pebble. keeping it held firmly in your hands you reared your hand back, throwing it at the shrubbery on the other side of the watchtower.

that got their attention, and you got a good glimpse of their face. a half demon, black horns prominently protruding from their forehead and white eyes. you bit your tongue to prevent any noise, pulling a throwing knife out of its sheath. it was silent for a moment before the half demon began to walk over to investigate, sword drawn.

you had to block out the noises of the battle below in order to focus, inhaling softly and slowly. tunnel vision took its effect, and everything around you became noiseless, void while you zoned in on this half demon’s back. the knife flew from your hand, embedding yourself into their shoulder.

“agh!” the half demon shouted, flinching forward and dropping their sword before spinning around, growling. clearly they were angry, ripping the throwing knife from their shoulder and looking at it. their blood was white like their eyes, and while they seemed focused on the throwing knife you drew the dagger you had strapped to your thigh.

from where you were you could hear the half demon’s breathing, before their gaze flickered to the shrubbery you were in. your eyes met, and before you realized what you were doing, you had sprung out of the bushes, lunging at the half demon.

their grip on the knife changed, clasping tightly around your throwing knife. while you swung to the side in an attempt to hit them, they swiped at you. the knife clipped your shoulder, but you had managed to slash across their leg.

you rolled away, on your good shoulder, the adrenaline numbing the sting from the wound. the half demon took a step back to look at you, seemingly unfazed from the wound. they slowly took steps towards you, while you stood there, shifting your feet into a fighting stance.

suddenly they rushed at you, stabbing the knife down at you. your knife raised, meeting the knife in the middle. while you both struggled to push the other knife away, you rose a foot, kicking the half demon in the stomach. they flinched, gasping while being kicked back.

your throwing knife dropped, and while you quickly moved, ducking to pick it up, the half demon threw their own knife at you. it landed in your shoulder, which brought a gasp of pain from you.

glancing over, you saw the half demon running at you again, sword drawn, having picked it up when they were kicked away. you stared, rage now burning in your stomach. when they took several swipes at you, you managed to duck or back away from the strikes. when the barrage of hits ended you swung forward, slamming the handle of your knife into their head. the half demon got knocked down, and before they could get back up again, you slammed into their stomach. you hit the handle against their head once, twice, and finally three times before they were down for the count.

standing up you inhaled shakily, reaching a hand up and ripping out the knife. you gasped again, stifling a cry of pain by biting your lip. tears burned in your eyes before you rolled the half demon over, slowly taking all their weapons. you hesitated before grabbing the half demon by the back of the hood, dragging them over to the watchtower. you propped them up against a wall inside, leaving their practically emptied bag there.

new sword in hand, you walked out, the pain slowly returning from your dying adrenaline. returning to the cliffside over town, you stared down at the battle, panting softly. the battle reigned on, techno fighting the masked raider’s leader, tommy fighting the one that started the fire, and purpled fighting the one that splashed potions. from what you could see the battle was in the town’s favor, philza even shooting arrows down from above the town’s biggest building, the townhouse, where wilbur, fundy, and philza all lived.

with a sigh you readied yourself to go down the cliff, shaking out your arms, not without a spike of pain in your left one. slowly, you used your heels to ground you to the earth, sliding your way down without hurting yourself too badly. scrapes now littered your hands when you hit the ground, quickly running into the town.

the battle was louder now, metal clashing against metal and the sounds of the crackling fire. you ducked beside the bakery, peering inside for niki.

when you looked inside you saw her behind the counter, the traveler jack inside with her. they seemed to be talking, jack gesturing to the battle outside while niki shook her head. she saw you, pausing before waving. jack turned to look at you, scowling, which seemed to be his natural expression. you waved back before looking back at the battle, huffing.

the fire was spreading uncomfortably close to the townhouse, though philza seemed fine from above. it was fundy you were worried about, less than about purpled but still worried. the fox hybrid had been taught to fight, but hadn’t completed his training, and was even a few years older than purpled. he’d been babied for so long by wilbur that he hadn’t gotten the chance to train.

glancing around at the battle, you made sure all of them were distracted before running, sprinting across the open field. the clinking of the swords grew louder as you ran past them. unfortunately, the moment you got close to the townhouse, you heard the loud sound of cannon fire. the noise pierced the air, a ringing noise now sitting in your ears as you watched the cannon ball hit directly into the townhouse.

“no!” you screamed, voice cracking. the impact knocked you off your feet and threw the sword away from you, though you scrambled back up, you were forced to watch the townhouse crumble and fall. philza managed to swoop down with his wings. “phil, fundy’s still in there!” you shouted at the advisor, who paused with wide eyes.

“get him! i need to help techno!” he shouted back before dashing off, not even giving you a chance to rebuke. you exhaled heavily before running into the burning remains of the townhouse, roughly scrambling through while coughing from the smoke.

lifting the broken wood, “fundy! where are you!” you shouted, coughing afterwards. faintly you heard him call back, a weak ‘help!’ from within the rubble.

dashing over, you quickly began to remove the wood, ignoring the sting from the fire. it burnt your skin, licking at it to create new wounds while you simply continued to move. finally you found the fox hybrid, grabbing his hand and pulling him out. his fur was burnt slightly, tips singed. you put a hand on his head, forcing him to duck with you. “c’mon! this place is gonna collapse!” taking hold of his hand you rushed fundy out of the building, with him stumbling behind you.

when you both managed to get out, only a few moments later did the building groan, the rest finally collapsing. your hands shot to your knees, crouching while you coughed aggressively. fundy pat at your back, covering his own cough with an arm. “thank you.” his voice was hoarse, yet almost broken sounding. you glanced up at him, nodding before walking a little bit away. picking up the half demon’s sword, you handed it to fundy. “protect yourself.” even your voice was hoarse, strained from the smoke and coughing.

he nodded at you before both of you turned to the battle still raging on. ringing set in your ears again, the pain coming back like a tsunami. you winced, crying out in pain before collapsing to your knees. burn wounds littered across your hands and upper arm, the stab wound to your shoulder not doing any better from the ash that now rests atop it.

your breathing had become labored, shaky on top of that. fundy rummaged through a he had, taking out a healing potion. he kept a hand on your back, “tilt your head back.” you glanced over at him before doing as told. the fox hybrid pushed the bottle to your mouth, pouring half of it for you to drink. you gulped it down like it was water and you were going through a drought. leaning your head back forward, he drank the rest of the potion. “thank you.” you muttered, able to feel the energy returning to your body, watching the burn scars fade slightly and feel the stab wound stop bleeding and scab over.

he hummed, removing his hand quickly after that while discarding the bottle. “now let’s get back to this battle right?” fundy grinned, one of his fox ear’s flicking. you smiled back up at him, standing up and taking out your dagger. “we got some raiders to beat the shit out of.”

together, you rushed towards the battle, though fundy diverged from you, running to philza. you kept running straight, sprinting to where purpled was fighting, though his opponent’s back was to you.

just as you were above to slash at him you heard the call out, “george! behind you!” it came from the one tommy was fighting.

the one now known as ‘george’, spun around, swinging his sword. you ducked back, sword swiping over your stomach and head. you spun, pressing your hands off the ground and kicking him into the stomach, knocking him back towards purpled. while you landed your brother slashed george in the side, rearing a hand back and punching him square in the face while he was in shock.

his glasses crumbled to the floor, now broken, blood dripping down after it. he gasped, and while you moved around george to purpled’s side you could see why. george’s nose had been broken from purpled’s punch, and your brother still wasn’t letting up. purpled landed another punch into his gut, shoving george back again. the enemy raider let out a small fry of pain before punching back at purpled, hitting him in the shoulder.

it was slow motion when you watched the raider’s leader appear behind george, and as george ducked, the leader’s sword swung towards purpled. you dived forward, knocking purpled out of the way. the sword hit empty air while you stood back up, glaring at the masked raider. their head turned to stare at you before one of their hands rested on george’s shoulder. george glanced at the leader before running off into the battle.

you stared at the masked one, or the bandana, shifting the grip on your dagger. right now you really wished you hadn’t given fundy that sword. it was silence between you two before he bolted forward, swinging at you. you backed up, ducking and dodging his rapid swinging.

purpled shouted, “catch!” you glanced over only for a second, dropping the dragged and catching the sword, spinning on your foot and clashing your swords together. the clink rang out, the renowned, mocking smile forming on the leader’s expression.

you stared flatly, glaring before smiling. the masked leader paused when you smiled, quickly spinning around and hitting purpled’s dagger away. with his back turned, you slashed down it, cutting through his shirt and drawing blood.

the masked leader paused before aggressively swinging at him, pivoting and slashing the blade at you. you bounced his blade off, taking steps back while he took steps forward, making aggressive slashes at you.

the tip of his sword hit you every once in a while, making shallow cuts first to your arm and then one to your chest. finally something intervened, though it definitely wasn’t what you hoped for.

“stop the fighting or he’s fucking dead!” the fire started called, sword to someone’s neck. you and the masked raider both paused, looking over. fundy was beaten up, bleeding from his lip and nose, slashes made down his arms and a couple on his legs.

you gasped, “fundy-“ your voice started, but before you could move the masked raider’s sword was put in front of you like a wall. slowly you looked over at them, staring with wide eyes. purpled came to your side, weapon discarded and glaring up at the masked raider. “back up.” he commanded, but his demand fell upon deaf ears.

the masked raider continued to stare at you while one of his companions shouted, “drop your weapons and give up! one fucking arrow or knife comes at me and he’s gone!” the sword moved closer to fundy’s neck, who managed to hold his head back slightly, his eyes wide, mouth tightly closed, and arms drawn in.

“let him go-“ your voice was quiet at first, before your fist nestled around the grass below you, though it was practically dead. “let him go!” you shouted, voice breaking halfway through, tears finding their way to your eyes. “he’s just a teenager how the fuck can you do this! you’re threatening to kill us for what? greed! fucking satisfaction you sick fucks!” you continued to scream, even when the masked raider moved his sword closer to your neck.

tears spilled over your eyes, “if you’re gonna do it then fucking do it! but leave him alone! fuck off! we’re a small island! a fucking family that you made distrust each other from the first attack! what’re you gonna do? stab me?” you reached up, grabbing his sword and bringing it to your neck. your grip was tight enough to cut your hand, blood dripping down the blade. “do it then you fucking sick prick.” from behind the bandana you could feel them staring at you, as if actually contemplating it.

their sword dropped as they walked forward, crouching down and grabbing you by the collar of the shirt. they smiled, “drop the fox!” they called, holding an amused tone of voice. “we’re taking this one.” as they spoke they hoisted you up, lifting you slightly off the ground. you squirmed, and as much as you hated it you had to accept they were stronger than you.

“no you aren’t!” purpled shouted, swinging the sword you had discarded towards their arm. another sword intervened, but not by who either of you expected.

wilbur scowled at purpled, pushing your brother away. “stand down purpled.” he ordered. purpled opened his mouth to speak, but wilbur didn’t give him the chance. “you heard me.” he glared before looking over at the masked raider.

“leave.” was all he said, turning his back on the masked raider, walking across the burnt town-square and over to where fundy had been dropped.

the masked raider tossed you over his shoulder, where you wiggled, hitting at their back while cussing bitterly. the raider who had started the fire was handed a pouch of gold while wilbur took fundy, leading the fox hybrid away from the raider.

the raider whistled, “and thank you-“ the masked raider shouted after a moment, “sapnap! c’mon we don’t have time for this!” they called. ‘sapnap’ groaned, rolling his eyes before going along. “and see you all another time!” he mock bowed while the masked raider walked up the board.

you hit at their back with closed fists, wiggling. “let me go!” your voice echoed, screaming, though no one listened. no one in the town could look at you, the only ones who did make eye contact were purpled and techno, one who looked regretful and the other looked guilty. both were wounded, techno more so than purpled, before they were gone from your sight.

the board was hauled onto the ship when sapnap got back on, george and the half-demon getting their wounds tended to as you were set down. the masked raider set you down against a pole while the boat got moving. feeling the boat lurch forward, you moved with it, wincing when your head hit the back of the pole.

your eyes closed, biting your tongue before opening your eyes. when you opened them you saw the captain staring at you, ram horns decorated with gold jewelry. you yelped, trying to flinch back even further from the captain.

alas, that did nothing as she only grew closer. you shut your eyes tight, tucking your chin and grabbing onto your own wrist tightly. the feeling of a hand on your chin brought back all your fear, and it only worsened when you were forced to look up, opening your eyes out of shock. she stared down at you, studying your expression and how you reacted. you were forced to stare back, and your fear mixed with anger burned into your eyes and stomach, boiling like a geyser.

“good job dream, now we have leverage.” she hummed, smiling. “welcome to ethereal fury.” captain puffy stared down at you before letting go, simply taking a few steps back. her sword shifted as she moved, and with a snap of her fingers you were being picked up again, this time by strangers. ‘dream’ seemed to be the masked raider, who stood beside the captain.

the new people holding you were up some not out on the battlefield, you assumed they were behind the canons or simple helpers. one was a half endermen and the other looked more dead inside, and bored, than sapnap did behind dream.

“now i find it awfully impressive you managed to take down bad,” that sentence got the half endermen to tighten their grip on you, “but i’m not all that happy you did it to begin with.” puffy turned to look at you, unsheathing one of her daggers. “now you can either tell us everything about yourself and the island,” the tip of the dagger pressed against your lips, applying pressure on your lower one, “or you can decide to not speak at all.”

your jaw fell loose, and the light pressure applied to your mouth made it fall open slightly. the cold of the blade shot through your head, the metallic taste was a bitter reminder of what was happening. she removed the knife after a moment, to give you the opportunity to speak.

you looked up at her slowly, glaring. “your men tried to kill one of my friends,” your voice was low, words slow, “so frankly, you can suck my fucking dick.” a smile drew onto your face, “because at least mine is bigger than half your men’s.”

puffy stared back at you, and while the fear and loss of confidence dwelled in your stomach, you were determined to keep staring back.

finally, she laughed loudly as well. your expression and body slacked at the noise, eyes widening. “that’s a good one kid, a good one.” puffy leaned slightly down to look at you, smiling. “you’re amusing, so full of spite it seems.” she stood back up, sheathing the knife. “i like this one.”

dream rose a brow before scoffing, him and sapnap walking over to george and ‘bad’. “release them.” puffy ordered, which got everyone’s attention.

slowly you were let go, you stretching by rolling your arms, though you winced right after. your arm was still sore from where bad had stabbed you. hesitantly you glanced around, unsure of what to do now that you were let go, though puffy brought your attention back to her. “alright kid, now you’re not one of us so don’t get the wrong idea, but you’ll definitely have to stay in the cell for a couple of days.” those words brought your scowl back.

“well if your so-called dream hadn’t insisted on taking me you wouldn’t have to worry about me.” you grumbled. puffy laughed again, though it sounded more mocking this time.

puffy grabbed you by the wounded shoulder, tugging you over. her nails dug into your wound, which made you wince out of pain, biting your lip and whimpering slightly. she let up on her grip, though she still dragged you down into the bottom of the boat, through a staircase. down there was one guy cracking jokes and the other laughing. the one making jokes was in blue, a scar down one of his eyes, and the other was in a colorful outfit, goggles on top of his head and a book in hand.

you stared at them for a moment, and eventually they both looked over at you, pausing in their conversation. puffy continued to tug you forward, and as you passed them they both returned to conversation, though more hushed this time.

when you looked forward again you saw puffy pulling you towards a cell, which was quickly opened with one of her keys. you inhaled sharply when she pushed you inside, landing on your side.

you sat up as puffy spoke, “now if you behave for a little we might consider letting you join, or return to your companions.” she locked the door again, spinning the key. quickly you went to the bars, shaking them a couple of times. you knew it was futile, only the width of your arm could fit between those bars.

moving back in the cell you sat against the wall, sighing while tilting your head back. this was gonna be a long few days wasn’t it.

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you woke up to the sound of the cell door opening, jolting up. pain shot through your shoulder when you sat up, staring with wide eyes at the door. dream stood there, bandages and gauze in his hands. he stared at you before clearing his throat, “puffy sent me to clean your wounds.” the raider muttered, walking towards you.

before he could reach you your back had hit the wall, distrust dwelling in your stomach. dream’s posture was slack, relaxed and unafraid, clearly he didn’t take you as a threat for now. no words were spoken as you slowly turned, huffing while showing him your back first.

the sound of him sitting down was the only noise in the cell, besides hearing your own breathing. when he stopped moving the noise of his breathing became clear as well, and oddly your breaths had been in sync. you flinched when a rag touched your shoulder wound, clearly he had doused it in gauze to clean and disinfect it. he stopped moving for a moment, waiting before slowly wiping the rag down the cut. it wasn’t necessarily long, just a deep stab in your shoulder, which hurt like all hell.

after a moment of repetitive wipes to the wound, he removed the rag, using his other hand and tugging your sleeve down. you bit your lip to distract yourself, fidgeting with your hands. “lift your arm.” his voice was surprisingly soft, calm to an extent. you did as instructed, wincing, though all he did was begin to wrap the bandage around your shoulder. he lifted a hand, gently pulling your arm down after he’d looped the bandage around the front, pulling the rest down onto the flat of your wound.

he cut the bandage off, though his other hand stayed on your arm for a moment longer before he removed it. you shifted, turning around and holding your arms out. the gauze rag he had used was tainted with a light red, though he still used it to clean the shallow cuts to your arms. his hands moved slowly, and you watched him work, closely studying his expression, or lack thereof, and his hands.

when he finished bandaging your arms his head tilted to look you in the face. silence settled between you two, only the sound of your breathing filled the room.

“why’re you listening to puffy and helping me?” your voice came as a surprise to even yourself, having blurted out the words.

dream only stared back before a smile formed on his expression. “puffy was right. you are amusing.” his tongue clicked, raising a hand and pulling his bandana back. piercing, green eyes stared at you, bright somehow even in the darkness of the cell, a taunting, yet charming smile painting his face. “i’m glad i chose you over the fox.” dream’s words were practically purred out, voice filled with amusement. you couldn’t help the small blush that spread to your face, both from his eyes and sudden change in voice. “try and get some more sleep doll, we have a long couple of days to go.” he leaned towards you, grinning before patting the top of your head.

the bandana returned to cover his eyes after he gathered the gauze rag and bandages, walking out of the cell and locking it. you stared wide-eyed at the spot he once sat at and the cell door. a sharp breath left you, one you didn’t realize you were even holding. who the fuck was this raider? and who did dream think he was to do that to you? but most importantly, what did he mean?

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dream had visited you a couple more times over however long it had been. mainly he had been bringing you food and water, his excuse was always, ‘puffy sent me down to do this’. the more he used it the less you cared, you were tired of that excuse, you just wanted to know what he saw in you that had him coming back.

on the brighter side, you had met a few of the other crewmates. quackity and karl were the two you had passed before below deck, they seemed fun and even cracked jokes with you despite you being in a cell. they had made you laugh for the first time since you got here, it was refreshing too. you had also met ranboo, the half endermen, and punz, the one who had looked dead inside. though it was more you had heard his name was punz, from ranboo who had been coming down to check on some storage.

anytime you tried to ask how long you’d been down here you never got a certain answer, just an ‘uhhh’ and then a shrug, or being flat out ignored. at this rate you were tempted to shimmy out of the bars and see if there was a window you could jump out of. it felt like you could swim to shore with how long you had been cooped up in here.

you heard his footsteps again, he had come by enough for you to recognize them. turning, you looked at the cell door, focusing back in, seeing dream walking. something hopped in your stomach, seeing him carry a tray of food and a glass of water.

he opened the cell door again, “puffy had me-“ you interrupted him, “oh quit the fucking excuse, if you’re gonna bring me something at least tell me why you’re coming.” dream looked mildly shocked you had snapped at him, shoulders stiffening.

his jaw clenched while he set the food down, water beside it. you grabbed the food, picking up the bread and biting into it. cold as always, “well? you gonna talk or you gonna keep shoving your head into your ass?” you swoop your hand in a vague ‘get it going’ gesture.

dream paused again before laughing, sitting down. “i’ve always been interested in you. since that first raid we pulled on your island,” he started, while you slowly continued to eat, “when we lost and were retreating you didn't shout in victory like the other island protectors did. you turned around and helped the others of your island, checked on them, made sure they were fine, and began to help set up housing for those who had temporarily lost it from our cannonballs.” his words slowed considerably, pausing to breathe.

another smile formed on his expression, though not a mocking one, “something about you drew me in, something i can’t explain.” dream undid his bandana, resting it on one of his crossed legs. he leaned forward and towards you. his eyes scoured your expression, looking for something, which had developed a look of mild shock. you didn’t think he paid that much mind to you before they had taken you.

he leaned back, standing up and tying his bandana back on. dream offered a hand out, “your days in the cell are up.” a grin split across his expression when you took his hand, stumbling after pulling yourself up. “oh doll, you’re gonna love it here.”

dream led you out of the cell, careful to support you to avoid you falling or stumbling, even as you climbed the stairs. the daylight burned you eyes when you saw it again, squinting up at the clouds before glancing around. the crew had all gathered by the stairs, puffy in the front.

you paused to glance at dream, who was still grinning, before looking at puffy. she was smiling, taking strides towards you. the ram hybrid stared down at you for a moment, letting the silence ring out before she spoke.

“we want you to join ethereal fury.” puffy offered, “we all here believe you’d fit right in with us, training as a team, close as a family, and forming a bond with everyone here.” the ram hybrid hummed, finishing her small speech.

silence sat between you two again, the only noise was the waves rocking the boat. dream’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, but not as to intimidate you into joining, more of anticipation.

a small smile formed on your face, “sure.” why not try it? you’d probably return home eventually anyways, right? the crew burst out into cheers, karl running at you and pulling you into a hug, “welcome!” he shouted, shaking you slightly.

they were so trusting of you. but why? they’d barely known you, didn’t know if you’d say yes to joining. it made no sense to be this trustworthy.

dream pulled you away from karl, pulling you into a tight hug while quackity shouted something about getting the tequila and rum out. “welcome to the team, glad to have you here.” he shifted back slightly, using a hand to tilt your head up and kissing your forehead, smiling. a blush rapidly spread across your face, eyes widening slightly, and your posture and expression momentarily falling slack.

maybe this was the start of something new, a good new, and frankly? you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

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call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: chapter threeeee here it is!!! hehe thank you all for being patient for this update and thank you as always for giving this fic your love!! i start out the first part of this chapter in 3rd person which is a lil different, but i wanted to try it out! hehe i love hearing what ya thought of the chapter too! 😊

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut, angst

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, skz side characters, 3rd person for the first section, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of food, brief talk of gaining weight while travelling, there’s a few spoilers hidden in this one...can ya find them? ;)

CWs: blood and other wounds, shooting at a convenience store, thoughts about death and dying when in peril

Word count: 5.6k

Parts

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR

Two years of pocket change and Seungmin had finally saved up enough money to afford to study abroad. It had nearly taken him life and limb, and he might’ve suffered (1) concussion from a bowl of soup being thrown at his head, but, he had done it.

With grease stains on his sneakers Seungmin traversed the long and stretching corridor of the airport terminal with his backpack strapped onto him tightly. The air smelled different here. It was fresher than he was used to--coming from a large city center--everything here felt more pristine. Outside of the tall glass windows, airplanes lifted off into the sky like massive metal giants. He couldn’t remember properly, but the last time that he must’ve been on a plane, it likely had been when his mother...

Seungmin shook the dusty and cobwebbed ideas out from his head.

No more sad thoughts.

I’m gonna like it here. He thought to himself, then clipped the little buckle to his backpack straps over his chest with a determined huff.

I’m really going to like it here.

With his phone in hand, he tried his best to decipher what the signs said above him. Mostly, they looked like a jumbled mess of symbols, but luckily he had spent some time trying to learn the language between shifts and sneaking peeks at his little dictionary under the diner counter. The whole terminal buzzed with a lovely kind of energy, and he was thrilled to get to know it better. The first wonderful thing about travelling abroad was that no one knew who he was, and he could be whoever he wanted. In this new land, no one knew him or anything about the dingy little apartment that he had lived in. No one knew about his less than honorable roommates or the debt that he had put himself under to go to college in the first place.

I could be a prince for all they know.

Seungmin liked that idea a lot.

His stomach grumbled as he passed by food stands, however he hadn’t had the chance yet to change his currency, so he knew that he would have to wait just a minute longer. Seungmin had been assigned a host family by his college, and he hoped like crazy that they would be the kind to cook for him. Seungmin had heard somewhere that kids who go on study abroad gain a ton of weight at first...but he didn’t mind. Where else would he get the chance?

There had been a host father that had sent him an email a couple weeks ago--that he promptly had to run through Google Translate--who told him that he would meet him outside the main luggage claim area after his flight landed. Seungmin had tried to look up and see if his host family were on social media, but he could find no such profile of theirs. He decided it probably was better that it was a surprise.

Seungmin lugged his two large suitcases out to the summer air of the new and strange land, and it finally hit him. Standing on the solid ground of another land thousands of miles away from his home, it was really all happening.

The landscape outside was like that of a movie scene: rolling hills and jagged mountains capped with snow, adorable little homes built into the countryside and tiny cars with horizonal license plates. The sun was warm in the cerulean sky that puffed with perfectly white clouds. On the air, the scent of flowers wafted, and he was certain that there was a lake nearby too--he had researched it. There were old men in their caps with a crook in their back, and ladies with long floral skirts and dresses with Mary Janes. Each of them had smile lines on their faces and under their eyes as if they had all lived lives well lived. There were pretty girls too with slender legs and delicate arms swaddled in light scarves.

Seungmin wouldn’t have minded getting a girlfriend on this trip. While he kept the fact to himself, Seungmin had never really done anything with a girl before outside of some awkwardly handsy kissing in middle school. Maybe this time around, he would finally get his chance: he had read somewhere that girls often like foreigners.

“Seung Min! Seung Min?” A man’s voice called.

The young college student whipped his head around in the direction of the sound, finally finding a middle aged man with salt-and-pepper hair with whiskers of the same color. He had red cheeks and a large nose, and looked a bit like a character from a comic. Seungmin waved back, greeting his new father. When they met, the older man threw him into a large hug with a chuckle. He smelled a bit like Tabaco and old leather. He had a couple missing teeth, but that didn’t lessen his bright smile.

“English?” Seungmin’s host father asked.

“Yeah! I can speak English.” He returned with a welcoming grin.

“I thought it would be good for us to speak English since I don’t know your tongue and you don’t know mine...meet in the middle?”

“Thank you for coming to get me!” He said, handing the man his suitcases which were just a bit too big for the tiny trunk of the car that looked as if it had come from the 80′s. In the end, they decided to put his bags in the backseat.

The man beamed with smiling eyes. “Of course...son!”

Seungmin gave him a little bow, “Heh, thank you.”

“Get in the car! You must be hungry right? Long flight?”

“Oh yes, it was really long.”

“You will eat well here! Mother knows how to feed well. She will put meat on your bones. She did with me!” He guffawed out with hearty laughter, and Seungmin already knew that he would really like this man.

“We have a room ready for you back at home, and I will show you tomorrow how to use the buses. Okay?”

Seungmin nodded with a bit of rose to his cheeks. He found his hand wandering down to his arm which he pinched at lightly--cliché as it was. His host father coughed and the engine sputtered, then they took off away from the sounds of jet engines to the countryside which was scattered with churches with protruding steeples and all kinds of homes with red-orange roofs and perfectly symmetrical windows. Seungmin couldn’t help but keep his eyes glued to the window as they drove on to take in the whole scene. Never had he seen a place so beautiful or magical looking. They drove on past a crystal clear lake that stretched on and on to the base of a mountain appearing to claw at the heavens, and adorned in emerald green pines and other deciduous trees. If it was even possible, he had never seen greener grass in all his life.

“Beautiful, eh?” His host father said while tuning the radio.

“It’s amazing.” The young student said in his amazement. “Oh, do you know if there is somewhere I can change my money? I don’t have any of your money yet.”

“Ah!” The older man said with a wink. “I know of a place. I can take you there first.”

The radio hummed with a static fuzz as Seungmin’s host father messed with it, skipping over the channels, blurring the music and the talk radio all together.

Seungmin tried out the best he could to make out the words he knew, but even then he didn’t focus too hard, not when he had all this to take in.

Mad....crime....joke...violence in the South...drugs...unknown...information...hiding...red...

“Ah!” His host father called out after changing the channel once more, “I love this song!” He held his chest with an affectionate grasp. “The song of my homeland!”

Seungmin whipped his attention back, trying to listen to the song that sounded anthem-like, and was sung by what sounded like several men harmonizing. Seungmin tried to focus on the melody--it was nothing like he head heard before. It sounded very...honorable.

The small car whipped up to what looked to be a gas station on the edge of the town with one single pump and a little convenience store attached to it. In the window he read the yellow and black sign saying Currency Exchange.

“This is what you need?”

Seungmin nodded in his thanks then stretched his legs out once he exited, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Are you coming too?”

The older man shook his head and took out a pack of cigarettes. “I’ll gas the car, you go in.”

The young man gave his host father one more nod, then set fourth inhaling the immaculate summer air into his lungs. It was as if the very oxygen there held the vitality of life; he almost felt bad wasting it on himself.

The door swung open with the tiny tinkling of bells and he entered to the smell of cured meats hanging on hooks along side the dry scent of the refrigerators holding their display of soft drinks with labels that he had never seen before. He chuckled a little seeing the giant slab of meat with twine hanging from the ceiling as such.

“Free sample?” The attendant said while he picked his teeth with a toothpick. “Foreigner?” He added after looking Seungmin up and down.

“Yes, and no thank you. But, can I exchange my currency here?”

The unamused man nodded in the direction of the little kiosk in the corner of the shop. He went back to reading his tabloid where he slumped in a stool surrounded by an assortment of candy and cookies.

Seungmin picked his mother tongue first on the little screen, robotic and green, thankful to see Korean for the first time in this new place. He navigated to the options screen. Behind him, the little bells tinkled to the shop door again, followed by the sound of the attendant scrambling out of his stool, metal legs scraping the floor.

The student turned his head around in the commotion, taking in four very strange looking customers. Firstly, they were all covered in blood in one way or another, and each of them wore clothes--pajamas from the looks of it--which were shredded, torn, and blackened by something that might’ve been soot. Three men and one woman, and they all had a bit of a crazed look to their eyes. Clearly, none of them cared that they had walked into the store looking as such.

Seungmin pressed his body to the corner of the shop, as if this could make him invisible. The attendant cowered behind the counter with a series of scared sounding whimpers.

“Wh-what do you want?” He asked in his native tongue with quaking breaths.

One of the men in the group wearing a flannel with chocolate brown hair threw open one of the fridges, took out a water bottle, cracked it open, then greedily slugged the liquid down his throat.

“Pay the man, Fox.” He said to a man with pure white hair and shattered glasses.

The man with white hair and glasses nodded, digging through his pockets. The man with the flannel then proceeded to revenge the place, opening up snacks and shoving the cheesy dust into his mouth with gluttonous moans and crunching loudly with an open mouth. Had he not been doing something as unsavory as such, Seungmin thought that he was pretty handsome, and somewhat familiar. The other three simply stood and watched as he did so calmly, and surveyed the shelves themselves after a moment.

The attendant clocked Seungmin with fearful and confused eyes and Seungmin truly didn’t know what to do besides melt into the corner with the currency exchange kiosk.

A man in running clothes ran a hand through his deep brown hair, then turned to grab several first-aid supplies in his hand. Seungmin noticed that he had a horrible gash over his eye that crusted and bled into the white of his sclera. The woman approached the attendant with arms crossed over her thin camisole that was stained a number of different colors which Seungmin didn’t want to identify. He noticed that she was only wearing white socks that were nearly stained green.

“You do currency exchange right?” She said with a bold kind of confidence. “EGP?”

The attendant shook in his boots, then pointed a trembling finger at Seungmin. The young man nearly felt his heart stop. The woman had stern eyes that were bagged with exhaustion, but that didn’t make her any less intimating. While she too looked a wreck, there was something about her so cold and threatening that Seungmin felt like crumpling up into a ball. Over it all, she was startlingly beautiful too.

“Are you done?” She asked him kindly, and Seungmin struggled to get out a feeble “yes.” Of course, he hadn’t actually drawn any money out yet, but this seemed to be the best answer.

The man in running clothes dumped a large arrangement of goods on the counter with an emotionless expression: coffee drinks, shooters of alcohol, gauze and tape, Band-Aids, anti-bacterial ointment, gum, a couple lighters and toothpaste with four tooth brushes, combs, several bottles of water, sour candy, and, oddly, condoms.

The man with white hair came behind him to provide the cash to pay, and the attendant rang the odd group up with nervous glances to the man in the flannel who destroyed the store further. That man laughed maniacally as he popped open the plastic packaging to a pastry, then shoved in as of much of it as he could, smearing white cream over his lips.

“Bee!! You have to try this!! A day driving through the woods and this is fucking fantastic!” He jumped up and down like an ecstatic toddler--but this was a strange juxtaposition to all the blood staining his arms and the fabric of his flannel.

“Have some decency, Your Highness.” The woman chided, then held out her hand as the bills dispensed from the little machine.

“Your Highness?” Seungmin muttered, not really understanding why he was still in there in the first place.

“Fucking scam.” She muttered. “Is this all that you have??” She growled at the attendant.

“It’s a little thing!! What do you expect??” He stammered with hands thrown in the air as if she had pointed a gun at his head.

“F, tell Carroll to wire us when we get to Egypt. This’ll barely get us a place to stay.”

“When I get internet access, sure, I’ll try my best.” The man with white hair said with an edge to his voice, sarcasm clearly giving it a type of bite. He then took to shoving all of their goods into plastic bags since the attendant had been too fearful to do so. He slid a few spare bills onto the countertop. “This is for everything that he ate.”

“Do you have a bathroom?” The woman demanded, and the shopkeeper nodded, giving one more fearful glance to the college student.

“Is there somewhere around here to get clothes?” The man with running clothes asked.

“I-In town, a couple minutes in--”

Outside of the little store, the sound of tires screeching on cement screamed, and all four of the strangers whipped their heads in the direction. Seungmin jumped too at the sound, and held his backpack to his chest tightly as if it were some kind of safety vest.

The four strangers gravely exchanged terrified glances before throwing their bodies to the floor without a word.

“GET DOWN!” The woman screamed, and in milliseconds, the rapid-fire crack of machine gun bullets came shattering the glass of the convenience store.

Seungmin too threw all of his weight to land on his stomach on the cold linoleum floors and pressed his cheek against it while his ears rang. Tiny shards of glass pricked at his hands, but this adrenaline didn’t even let him feel the pain. He was certain that he must’ve been hyperventilating, because the room had started to spin among the relentless sounds of metal shells hitting the ground and metal shelves being upended from the force. The room filled with the smell of dozen different kinds of foods as packaging was ripped open and food and drink came spilling to the ground. The shopkeeper whimpered out loud prayers in his native tongue while he hid behind the counter.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as three of the strangers whipped out hand guns from their waistbands and knelt down behind the remaining shelves to shoot back at the black van outside.

Seungmin pinched his arm with eyes shut.

He wished he hadn’t.

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. He bit the words into his lip.

“Hey kid!” The man with white hair growled at him. “You okay?”

While the two of them looked nearly to be the same age, this other man with snow white hair seemed to know what he was doing, so Seungmin decided to take the smallest bit of solace in that over the deafening sound of bullets.

“I-I think so?!”

“Keep your head down!” He said with gritted teeth, then angled his gun with a squinted eye.

“Bee??? Bee?” The fourth man with the flannel cried.

“Head. Down.” She said while firing more shots.

The room filled with a thin haze, and Seungmin covered his ears with bloody fingers.

The strangers fired their guns until there was nothing left, then escaped hiding behind the shelves with heaving chests. The young man had curled up into the fetal position, mouth feeling deathly dry with hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

Seungmin didn’t know that he had gone on this trip for his life to end.

How fucking cruel fate was.

His body shook, and he clung to his bag for dear life, waiting for it all to end, and for his time to come. Seungmin would’ve thought that in the moments before he had died, he wanted to think of all the good things that had happened in his life, but, he was disappointed to find that all he could come up with was fear.

“Did you get a look at him?” One of the strangers yelled on the other side of Seungmin’s muffled ears.

“NO!” One of them barked back.

“He was wearing the crest!! The red!!” The woman called out.

The world was black behind his eyelids, but anything was better than the scene that was actually unfolding before the terrified college student. Soon, the sounds faded, and Seungmin was then really convinced that it had finally happened. This was it. He was even still scared to open his eyes.

A grip at his arm pulled him up.

“You okay? They’re gone. You kinda blacked out there for a second.” It was the woman had pulled him up to his feet.

His head spun seeing the carnage of the destroyed store, and the student became dizzier by the second.

“I-I think I’m about to black out again--” His knees felt week and his vision blurred.

“Hey! Hey!” One of the other strangers, the one with the running clothes scooped him back up and gave a light pat to his face. “You’re alright! See?”

Miraculously, Seungmin really was unscathed.

“Who-who are you? Who...who the hell were they? What the FUCK was that?”

The four of them exchanged glances once more, communicating some kind of silent understanding between all of them.

“What’s your name kid?” The white-haired one said as he put his gun back into his waistband.

“S-Seungmin?”

“Ok Seungmin, there’s a lot going on here that you really shouldn’t be aware of, and there's a lot of answers that I can’t give you, I just need to to trust me, alright?”

“O-okay?”

Now that the shop was devoid of windows, the summer breeze came blowing into the store--an odd contrast to the mess that was made all over the glass shards and food.

“You’re safe now. They’ve gone. No one can hurt you.”

“A-are you sure about that?”

“We need to get going. I don’t know why the hell they leaved when they had us cornered, but we can’t be here for long.” The man in running clothes said with a tentative bite to his lip.

The woman nodded. “You’re right Two.”

“What do we do with him though?” The man supposedly named Two said, motioning to Seungmin.

“D-do?” His eyes widened to frightful full moons. “D-do????”

“We take him with?” The man in the flannel suggested and shrugged.

The woman rolled her eyes. “You don’t call the shots on stuff like this, Your Highness.”

“H-Highness? What??” Seungmin blabbered.

The man with white hair snatched the young student’s bag from his hands. “You got a laptop in that bag of yours?”

“--H-HEY!”

He man pulled out Seungmin’s dismal Chromebook that he had also saved several months for.

“Hm. This will do.”

“I guess we don’t have any other choice...” The woman rolled her eyes. “Introductions later. They could be coming back.”

“Hey, HEY!” The shopkeeper yelled, then rose from his hiding place to look in despair at his destroyed shop, and his aging cured meat slab stuck with bullet holes on the floor.

“We’ll take care of it all. We apologize.” The man in the flannel bowed deeply.

Sunlight stung Seungmin’s strained eyes, and he realized that he had completely forgotten about his host father in his little car from the 80′s. To his surprise, the little car was nowhere to be seen.

“M-my dad??” He said under his breath, also realizing that all of his belongings had gone with the man too. All he now had left to his name was his passport, a spare set of clothes, his laptop, and a couple school journals.

“Get in.” The man named Two said while throwing open the door, but then gave him squinted wink. “Been to Egypt before?”

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“This mission is fucked.” Jeongin muttered to you, voice echoing slightly in the cobblestone alley.

“Yeah, it certainly seems like it.”

You fiddled with you new blouse. It was two times as itchy as you had expected and two times as expensive, but you had been desperate. With all of the spare supplies destroyed in the bombing, you and your partner had found yourselves hopelessly empty handed.

“Carroll is gonna have our asses. Fuck...” Jeongin slicked a hand through his hair with a bandaged arm. “We can’t take that kid to Egypt with us!! We already have to be on high alert for the prince...and now this??”

Your partner threw his head back incredulously against the brick wall, then stopped to watch the rest of the group sitting outside of the café and garnering odd glances from passerby's.

“Well what the hell else to do we do??”

Jeongin shrugged, then looking to the side shamefully. “You...know what the protocol is. We can’t stay here to watch over him until someone from the agency comes...and, we’re running out of time...White Rabbit is waiting for our correspondence..”

“Absolutely not.”

The poor young kid, naïve as he was, you couldn’t but help but feel bad for him. Not only was he all alone out there as he had explained, it appeared as if his host father had made off with all of his things too. It was hard to not pity the kid.

“Y/n, you know that he’ll only drag us down. If we take him with, his life becomes our problem. If he dies, we’ll have to answer to whoever his family is and we both know that could get messy. We already have a mission: get the intel, then get the prince home. Not take that kid along with us for the joyride.”

“You’re forgetting that they’ve seen him with us now. He’s associated with us. If we leave him in the dust, there’s gonna be an innocent kid dead in a foreign land, and it’ll be our fault for letting that happen. Do you want that to happen?”

Your partner sucked at his teeth in thought for a moment, then groaned out.

“I really fucking hate this babysitting thing.”

“It’s the three of us and the two of them. The odds are still pretty much in our favor.”

“It’s still dangerous odds.” Jeongin threw his hands onto his hips, then paced the length of the alley for a small stretch. “As of now, you’re assigned to the prince. Forget about the kid, Two and I will worry about him. The prince is the priority. If shit hits the fan, don’t even think twice, take the prince and get out. Okay? You should never leave his side.”

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sneaky sense of pride. After all of the chaos and the uncertainty, Jeongin was really coming into his own.

From the little patio where the others were, it looked as if Chan and Seungmin were getting a long swimmingly. You assumed that it had something to do with shared trauma. Weirdly, Chan had taken to the young man like a bit of a pet. Knowing all that the prince was going through, it made sense...perhaps this also could’ve explained why he had kissed you more than once. Anyone in his position would’ve acted as frantic as such--at least, this was what you had convinced yourself.

Two sat with the two men wearing thick black sunglasses to hide his gnarly eye wound, sipping espresso. Jeongin started walking back towards the group when you grabbed at his arm.

“--Wait, I need to talk to you about one more thing?”

Your partner’s rather gaudy Hawaiian-themed shirt flapped in the breeze. “What’s that?”

You drew him in closer. “What do you make of Two? He doesn’t strike you as suspicious?”

“Suspicious? Why?”

“I-I don’t know...it’s just a feeling that I’m getting. We know next to nothing about him--”

“--But isn’t that how this goes? We’re not supposed to know things about each other? That’s the point? He’s stuck with us this far...and...”

A couple passed by the two of you with linked arms, and Jeongin stopped his thought out of distrust of the two of them listening in.

His voice lowered even further, “If Carroll trusts him, so should we.” The young man nodded, then patted your scratched shoulder. You winced, and he quickly apologized. “It’s...fine that you’re suspicious. Its best for us to be, you know?”

“Expect the unexpected?”

Your partner dished out a little eyeroll, “Yeah. Something like that.”

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It was as if His Royal Highness Prince Chan had never seen the inside of a public airport before. Everything was just so novel to him, and he gasped out at all the little trinkets and tchotchkes.

As excited as he was, he still tried his best to keep a solid composure under his disguise: a cap, a hoodie, and thick framed sunglasses. The royal didn’t look the most non-descript, but you figured that it was better than nothing.

The young kid sulked seeing the inside of the airport once more, as he had claimed that he had just left from there. You still didn’t know what to make of him all the way, but at least you could tell that he had a good heart. While in the car he told you and your companions how he had saved up all this money to travel, studied the language and arranged to go to school here too. While all of his plans had been thwarted, at least the kid was still getting to travel...with a price on his head...but still...he was getting to travel.

Now that Jeongin had been able to contact HQ thanks to the kid’s computer, everything was arranged. Flight tickets, sleeping arrangements, supplies and Bun even knew that you were on your way. You had little desire to see that man considering how you had heard that he was one to live up to his eccentric reputation, but there was little other choice. Jeongin’s words ran through and through your head, “If Carroll trusts him, so should we.”

Over it all, it was the prince who had worried you most. He was out in the open, and undoubtedly whoever those bastards were with the red crests would be close on your tail. Your neck strained with a pain that only seemed to grow stronger with every corner that you turned to ensure that no one was there. While the handsome prince liked to joke about how his life was on your hands, it was much more serious than that.

You had seen the fear in his eyes that night--it was so tangible that you could practically hold in your hands. He was a man terrified of death, and he knew that he had little control over it. You had control over it, but you knew that you could only stretch yourself so far.

Your group of five neared your gate in the international terminal lined with several dozen different kinds of multi-colored flags. You situated yourself between Two and the Prince on one of the thin teal chairs with flattened cushions. Chan tapped his hands on this knees impatiently as he inspected the place.

“Kind of exciting isn’t it?” He said with a tiny grin.

“What?” You moved to look at him with his obscured features. “Exciting?”

“Yeah, you know, travelling together. It kind of feels like an adventure. I mean, they’ve got a gun to our heads, but at least we’re together right?”

You scoffed, simply amused at how he had taken the severity out of the situation. It was clear that this prince knew little about the concept of perspective.

“I’m not following.”

“I get that...we need to be careful, but who said that we can’t, say, enjoy the journey?”

“You’re saying that you want us to have fun while we’re running for our lives?”

The prince smiled. “You know that I like having fun. That and...I’m just trying to be optimistic.” Under his cap, he slicked his brown strands back. “The three of you seem to be so tense all the time. Obviously, that can’t be good for your health--”

You cracked out with laughter. “You’re being ludicrous, Your Highness. We have to be on high alert at all times--”

“I said, that you could call me Chan, remember?” He rather languidly spread out his legs in his seat, removing his glasses for moment. “How about, when we go to Egypt, I take you out somewhere nice to eat? We can relax, talk, get to know eachother more--”

You raised your hand up to silence him. “--If this is just a ploy to get me alone, I politely rescind the offer. Here I was thinking that you were concerned about all three of us...”

“--I am!” Chan quickly piped, “I-I’ll take you all out for dinner! But...but...you’ll have to allow me to take you out for drink then. Just the two of us. I still hold to my word of wanting to get to know you.”

The prince’s face was puffed and bloated, and scraped with little pink and red cuts, but nothing stopped him from pulling out his signature charming and persuasive grin.

“Try to kiss me again, and I won’t hesitate. You might be royalty but I don’t ca--”

“--Hmmm no promises.” Chan then cut in, his grin turned even more indulgent while you watched him inspect your frame in that god-awful scratchy blouse.

Next to you, Two let out a particularly amused sounding scoff of a laugh.

“Forward as ever, Your Highness.” Jeongin deadpanned, then buried his nose in his coffee and newspaper once again. He hadn’t gotten to finish doing so earlier.

Seungmin, the young student stifled his own laughter which then gradually got louder and louder. “I can’t fucking believe this. Me. Kim Seungmin, the most normal-ass person in the whole world with you four: a fucking prince, secret agents...and now we’re going to Egypt??? Egypt???”

“Why does that sound like the set up to a shitty joke?” Two popped a bubble he had blown with the gum from the convenience store. Turns out he actually had a bit of a “gum habit” as he called it.

“Settle down kid.” Jeongin said without his eyes leaving his paper. “You’ll make a scene.”

The prince yawned, sliding his sunglasses back on.

“I never really did end up getting as much sleep as I would’ve liked.” If you could’ve seen his eyes, you would’ve then seen him eye your shoulder. “May I?” he politely asked.

Rather than giving him an answer, you rolled your head around as if to say do I need to?

Chan let out a happy little hum after resting his head on your shoulder, nuzzling in slightly.

You met your partner’s side eye, and he repeated for you, I really fucking hate this babysitting thing.

“Thank you Bee.” Chan softly muttered, almost too quiet for you to hear. “I really do owe you everything.” He was careful at first, but he reached out his hand to rest it atop of yours. While the action made you twitch at first, you remembered how the same action had calmed him in the van when you had escaped the gala.

You told yourself that you were just being nice.

The young kid pulled out a journal from his backpack and started scribbling something, Two popped a bubble, snapping it on his unnaturally white teeth, and Jeongin sipped at his coffee.

This really was the set up to a shitty joke.

A woman cleared her throat over the intercom and announced, Flight C1180 to Cairo will be boarding in one hour. Thank you for flying with us today.

~🌹~

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Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime (Belle) Novel | English Translation | Chapter 3

**This is a machine translation. I put it together by extracting text page-by-page from a .pdf version of the Japanese novel, and running it through Google translate. I have only minorly edited some of the more confusing lines to make it more read-able. It is still a very rough translation, but it’s good enough to understand what’s going on. If there is anyone out there who wants to properly translate the novel, I am more than happy to edit it, if you’ll contact me.**

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Chapter 3: Memory

"Mother."

"What is it, Suzu?"

When I called, my mother turned around and replied.

Eleven years ago. The house was still new. There was no garage yet, and potted flowers were lined up all over the garden. "Do not cut my hair."

I told her that and ran down the slope in front of my house. Mom walked down the stairs opposite her, resting her hand on her waist and waiting. I ran away in the opposite direction, bouncing, saying that I would never let my hair be cut. But I was taken back without a hitch. She was seated on a bench in the garden and dressed in a haircut cape. “I’m going to make you look cute, Suzu.” After cutting my hair, I don't like the tingling of my hair. She shook her legs and sharpened her lips. But when she held the scissors without hesitation, she cut my hair all at once. "Because you’re going to be an elementary school student," I hope the hair on both sides doesn't stick to my shoulders. The bangs were far above the eyebrows. Even when I went to school, my neck was tingling for a while.

I played a lot with my mother. I took a sumo wrestling on the lawn of the riverbed in the evening. I pushed her by force and my mother rolled on the grass. I won, I laughed happily. Mother also laughed. I asked why? Won’t she cry if she loses? Mom shook her head. “I'm glad that the weak Suzu has become stronger.” Dad was laughing while lying on the grass. My mother often made salted seared meat. She lightly sprinkles salt and roasts the bonito stabbed on a gold skewer from her lenticel over an open flame on the stove. I was staring from the top of the chair. Since the fat drips, the microwave oven will not get dirty if you bake it while sucking it with cooking paper. When it gets burnt, dip it in ice water to cool it, and then drain it. It was a style. So as a kid, I had a hard time holding a thick piece of salted meat with chopsticks, and I had a hard time putting it in my mouth. Mom was waiting for dad's return, holding a mug and watching my struggle.

My dad was a salaryman at that time, and he wore a tie and went out to the city every day. Perhaps because of that, we had some money in our house in the old days. Mother bought a state-of-the-art smartphone at the time. I decided to try out the performance of the on-board camera, and on dad's lap, I pointed my smartphone at my mom. I asked dad to help put mom in the frame and pressed the shutter. She is dressed in white.

The smiling mother, she was beautiful. The photo of her was printed on paper and is still at the house. I was a cheerful child running around, unlike now. I definitely liked playing outside rather than inside the house. If there were trees, I climbed, if there were leaves, I tore them, and if there were insects, I chased them. But it didn't burn in the sun. I must have been such a constitution. Instead, my face is freckled.

I was often injured. My knee was also full of scratches. In the woods, on the riverbed, on the slope in front of my house, I often stumbled and fell. My mother ran up in a hurry and she hugged me tightly, crying in pain. Mysteriously, it hurts somewhere. That's when I was happy. I don't know how many times I fell because I ran around vigorously and wanted mother to hug me. Every time mother rushed in as if it was a big deal for her daughter and worried. Every day was like summer vacation. I clung to mother doing the laundry and cleaning and played. After lunch, she opened the tatami mat, laid a summer futon on the tatami mats, and we took a nap together. The smoke of the mosquito coil was rising slowly. When I woke up, most of the time, I couldn't see my mother sleeping next to me, and she was busy doing housework. In retrospect, she never been told me that she is busy. She was always with me when I asked for it. Since my house was in the mountains, I rarely went out to eat somewhere, and instead my mother cooked any kind of food. One day she saw it in a picture book, and she said she wanted to eat yakitori. She had never eaten it before. My mother made yakitori by sticking chicken on skewers one by one. For the first time in my life, I saw yakitori with the naked eye. I didn't know how to eat it, so I couldn't do well by chewing the meat and removing it from the skewers. Dad and mom were staring at me. Never missing what her daughter experiences for the first time in her life. The place where we, who live in the mountains, go out to play is not an amusement park or a shopping mall, but a campsite further in the mountains from our house.

On a sunny summer day, my mom and I wore a wide-brimmed hat and crossed the subsidence bridge. Dad was carrying a lot of camping equipment. The water crystal pool in the depths of the Yasui Valley was a breathtaking blue color even for us living in the area. The water is so transparent that you can clearly see your shadow on the bottom of the river. I feel a little scared as if I were floating in the air. My mother was an advanced swimmer. She boasted that her mother, who was once a local kid, swam like a kappa every day in the summer. She knew all about the fun of the river. At the same time, she never let her swim in dangerous places on dangerous days. Mom wraps around me, floating. She dived into the water to show her off her skills. Still picked up by her, I became anxious and called out. “Mom, don't go.” But mom, she swam in the blue water, as if she couldn't hear me.

One evening, I was playing with my mother's smartphone and saw a strange app. I put it on. When you launch the app, you'll see white and black horizontal stripes lined up. I pointed to what this was and asked my dad who was next to me. Dad looked it and twisted his neck, calling mother, who was preparing dinner. After dinner, mother's hand fixed the smartphone I was holding vertically. I laid it down and found it to be a piano keyboard. As prompted, I pressed one of the keys. There was a "do" sound. I looked at my mother's face. My mother also saw my face, saying that she had come out. It's mom’s music production app. Only then did I look around my mother's room and notice. Old records, cassette tapes, and CDs are lined up on the shelves to the end. And if you set them on a record player or cassette deck and pass them through an amplifier, music will be played from the left and right speakers. The collection was a brilliant one that accurately captured the main points of the history of classical, jazz and rock. I didn’t know at the time, the value and meaning of such a lineup being packed in a room at the end of the world.

In that room, I pressed the keys of the app one after another and recorded. When played, each sound sounds in the order in which they are arranged. Even if you enter an insane scale, it will play back in a lawful manner. I was so happy that I bounced on my chair. My mother was laughing too. Warm incandescent light was illuminating us. After that, I was crazy about this app. I had my mother lend me a smartphone and I was playing around with it day, night and morning. The operation was intuitive and easy to use. There were words that I couldn’t read because it wasn’t a children's app. And there were many functions I didn't understand. But I was absorbed in that kind of thing. I was completely absorbed in the exciting new experience of writing songs. I composed a number of songs and previewed them in front of my mother. The mother who finished listening gave me advice in short words each time. If you do xxx, it will be better, or the trick is to do xxx. She sometimes took out some of the records in the collection and listened to them for reference. My mother is neither a musician nor a composer.

I think each piece of advice is accurate even if I look back on it now. Over and over again, she listened to my melody, and she said she noticed something, and she sang herself to make sure it was. When I asked, she said it wasn't bad. She said she was smirking at me as she said. I put the sound in a place that I wouldn't normally put it. I'm sure this song was a failure, and all the work I've done so far will be ruined. But as it gradually takes shape, it seems strangely cohesive, she said. I felt as happy as I wanted to. I'm sure it's my parents' favor, but even if my mother added, I was happy. For me, I'm not making it with the intention of letting someone else listen to it. It would have been nice if only my mother could listen to it. My mother sings along with the song I typed in. Take the tempo with her right hand and sing gently. The voice of mother, who was also a member of the chorus made by her friends, echoed and was transparent.

She listened to my weird songs many times. I was happy and sang along with it. Anyway, it’s a song that is as nice as my mother.

I couldn't. Happy memories of me and mother suddenly end here. And that August has come. After this, all I have is a painful, painful memory. The voice of a little girl crying and crying echoed in the riverbank. A girl was left alone on a sandbar. Is she 4 or 5 years old? She looked smaller than I was. It was so sunny just a while ago, but I noticed it wasn't a blue sky, and it was covered with overcast clouds. The beautiful and calm river was cloudy, flooded, driftwood-filled, and surprisingly fast. I can imagine that it is raining heavily upstream. Before this happened, there were people happily making noise on the opposite bank when the flow was still transparent. They are now staring at the girl on this shore. She wore colorful outdoor clothing that made it easy to see that she probably came from the city, not a local. The girls' clothes were also bright colors that I had never seen. Why did people from the city overlook the girls' flashy colored clothes? Why did she forget her existence and she came back to this shore? What to do with friends, their families, and those who enjoyed fishing and canoeing on the riverbanks.

It seemed that she couldn't do anything, and she had no choice but to stand and look like a stick. It's no wonder you're standing. The violent flow of the river separated the girl from the people. Everyone realized that it couldn't be helped. One of the adults was talking to someone on his cell phone. However, everyone can see that where the girl is, is gradually narrowing. Everyone is aware that it is very unlikely that the rescue team will arrive in time. Therefore, I have no choice but to stand up without being able to do anything. Is it just listening to the girl's crying as it is? At that time, someone picked up the red life jacket beside the canoe.

I went forward while staring at the girl. She was a mother. Mommy, and I hurriedly clung to the hem of her mother's clothes. She realized that what her mother was trying to do was too dangerous. She wouldn't have been anxious. She screamed and pulled hard, trying not to let her go. Mom crouched down and squeezed my hand, and she told me something. At that time I can't remember what mother said. Maybe I was screaming and not ready to hear the words. Mom stood up to shake off my chasing and ran, locking the buckle on her life jacket. I fell down on a stone in the riverbank trying to chase her. Still, I got up and shouted at mother's back. Don't go. I think mom didn’t hear my words. While checking the girl's whereabouts, I went around the river, went into the water, and got in the stream to help. It started to rain.

How long has it passed since then? Suddenly the surroundings became noisy. The girl was rescued from the river. Adults are pulling the soaked and tired girl out of the river. I was staring at while getting wet in the rain. People running up. A mixture of joyful voices and crying voices. Are you okay? Open your eyes. I'm glad I was saved ... The girl was wearing the same red life jacket that her mother wore. At that moment, I understood at once what was happening. Mom isn’t here.

"Mother ..... Mother .....!"

I looked left and right, searching for her.

Not anywhere.

"Mother ...!"

In the distance, I heard an ambulance siren. The girl was wrapped in a blanket.

Carried by many adults, she leaves the riverbank. Everyone is crazy about it and realizes that my mom isn't there.

She isn't.

"Mom!" Only I raised my voice and kept calling. Many times. Many times. Many times. I don't remember much after that. When I heard that my mother was found all the way down the river, it seemed like a lie. It wasn't long before I realized that the mug that mother was using was missing. Dad put a picture of mother, which he took someday, in a picture frame and put it in a corner of the kitchen. He had to add flowers every day next to it. Neighbors bothered to talk to me every time I met them on the road, listened to me in a friendly way, and encouraged me with tears. Meanwhile, the Internet was flooded with anonymous posts about the accident.

"It's a suicide act to jump into a river flooded by rain"

"It seems that she was confident in swimming, but it's different from the pool."

《It is irresponsible for my child to help someone else's child and die》

《If there is an accident, playing in the river will be a nuisance and annoying》

《Because helping people is a good person, this is what happens》

The person who wrote it probably didn't know anything about the actual situation, and the day after he wrote it, he probably forgot what he wrote. However, the person who wrote it keeps sticking in my chest forever. Immediately after the accident, an acquaintance told me with resentment that it was terrible when I saw this. In front of these words, I was too young to understand all the meanings. However, as I grew up and became able to understand the meaning of the words accurately, I continued to suffer from the unconscious malice contained in them. Losing mother.

How should I pass on these writings as a bereaved family, even though I still can't accept them, as if the mother who helped me was all bad?

Aside from me, my mother just smiled in the picture frame in the kitchen. From that accident, I think something has changed decisively from what I used to be. One evening, in mother's room, where dust began to build up, I stood on her chair, hoping to return to her happy memories. And I sang the song I sang with mother. But when I started singing, I realized I couldn't sing at all. My voice became stuck in the back of my throat and couldn't get out of my mouth. I was confused. Something in my heart was suppressing me from singing. Why can't I sing? Tears came out.

Hey mom. Why can't I sing?

It was clear that the reason why singing was so fun and necessary was because my mother listened to it.

However, just because you can't sing... You don't have to worry about anything. Even if you can't sing, no one will blame you. Life just goes on. I went to a local junior high school. The jumper skirt uniform was stuffy. Many of the elementary school classmates went to the town as they went on to school, and there were not half of the students remaining in the local area, so even in junior high school, it became a compound class. Therefore, the chorus practice was accompanied by the vice-principal teacher, and it was decided to sing in all grades. There were three people in all grades. Because there were only three people, I quickly realized that I was just lip-synching without singing. I was asked why I didn't sing, but I didn't say anything. I thought they would get angry, but they didn't get angry. It means that only I can visit from the next practice.

I sat alone in a corner of the music class and watched everyone practice. I may have looked like a lethargic girl who was just silent. But inside that, there are things that can't be translated into words.

I think it was swirling. When I left school and returned home, I irresistibly entered mother's room in the twilight. The twilight light was shining through the window. Cardboard boxes containing tableware and seasonal home appliances that are no longer in use are piled up on the table. It was completely turned into a storeroom. It's been many years since then. It has passed. I listened to the large number of records there, one by one from the edge of the shelf. Days, days, days. By listening earnestly, I managed to calm my rough feelings. But one day, there was a moment when I thought I couldn't bear it anymore. Upon returning, I entered my mother's room, sat down in front of the keyboard, quickly opened the report sheet, and began to write fiercely with a pen to spit out the incomprehensible feelings in my chest. I was almost suffocating if I didn't spit it out. I turned over the paper and continued to write forever. -Why did mother leave me in the river? Why did she choose to help the child who she didn't even know her name rather than live with me? Why am I alone? Why, why, why – I added paper, supplemented with post-it notes, and wrote long, long lyrics. The scale that springs up is notated long and long. Those that were neither were spit out as pictures. It was a swirl of many kinds. It was like a whirlpool floating on the surface, like a black hole that swallowed everything, and like a hole in the top of my head. The floor of the room was filled with pieces of paper with a mixture of lyrics, pictures and sheet music. But suddenly..... I returned to myself and stopped writing. Right now, I've noticed the worthlessness, meaninglessness, ugliness, and helplessness of the words, pictures, and scales I wrote.

What are you doing? I broke the paper. Everything I've written so far.

I threw it in the trash can without hesitation. The bundle of paper looked like a vomit that I had just spit out. Then I became a high school student.

I finally found myself worthless. The uniform tie was stuffy. I crossed the subsidence bridge while looking down and went to school. I took an exam and passed the exam at a junior and senior high school in the center of the city, and transferred from high school. There, I met my childhood friend Shinobu-kun again.

"Shizu.."

"Shinobu-kun ..."

Now that I was in high school, Shinobu-kun looked tall and shining, all different. On the other hand, I didn't seem to have grown at all since then, and I was irresistibly embarrassed and couldn't even talk. What have I been doing so far? I started a new life going to the city from the mountains, but I couldn't get into studying. Even though I had a hard time taking the exam, I just looked out the window during class. Knowing that this shouldn't be the case. Club activities didn't go anywhere. There were very few such students. On the way home, you can see the students devoting themselves to club activities. The track and field club is jumping the training hurdle in a line in the courtyard. The volleyball club is running on the ground. A percussionist in the brass band with a metronome in his ear is striking a stick in the hallway. The Naginata club sits upright in the martial arts hall with a good posture, and thank you for your cooperation, saying before the practice. The first-year students of the baseball club, who have not yet been numbered, stand side by side and watch as if they are digging into the practice of their seniors. I didn't belong anywhere, so I left school quickly. It was already winter. There is a river called Kagami River that flows from east to west in the center of the city. Since the flow is often gentle, the TV tower and buildings on the opposite bank are reflected like a mirror. When I returned to the station through the road beside it, the girls of the light music club carrying the "Chahahaha" musical instrument case overtook me with a light step while laughing. A cute cat-shaped stuffed animal attached to the school bag is shaking. Attached to my school bag was a cheesy plastic plate of "Gutto Koremaru". "Gutto Koremaru" is an egg-shaped character who can poke his hand against the wall and endure the pain. I have a crack in my head, probably because I endured it too much. Of course, it's not cute.

In a dark and narrow corridor.

I resisted, "I can't do it! Hey!", But I was pulled into the room, saying "OK." The soundproof door slammed behind me. Shinboku "Ah!" There was a flashy room in a karaoke box, and the pink and purple lights were spinning mysteriously. It smells of incense. Only for girls in the class.

I heard that it was a social gathering, but when I saw the frenzy of the girls standing on the sofa and shaking their heads, I thought that I could not get into this tension very much.

"Peggie Sue is cute"

"This is the one that is popular in" U ", isn't it?" On the monitor screen on the wall, the popular Az of "U", Peggy Sue, was seen singing in a black rubber dress. Purple lipstick that shakes silver hair. An eccentric beauty with red eyes. Peggy Sue? "U"? Az? Is it popular? I don't know anything. It's like an event in a different world from me. Then, Hitomi suddenly offered a microphone, "Yes." Sing, and so on. "Huh?" Puzzled. Neither the coat nor the muffler is taken off. But "yes" the microphone was pointed again. Why for a child like me who is at the end of a class?

"Sing together?"

"Hey, sing."

The shadows of the girls press the microphones. What do you mean?

"Are you not going to sing alone?"

"Isn't it a lie that you can't sing?"

I see, so it’s this situation.

Dozens of microphones are forced against my face one after another. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Sing"

"Hey, sing?"

"Sing"

Those voices sound like a threat.

"You're telling me to sing."

"Sing!"

Ahh!

Immediately, the microphone popped off and fell to the floor.

The girls dancing on the sofa suddenly saw me. It's calming down as if I was taken aback.

"What happened? Suzu-chan"

The mic and the shadows of the girls disappeared like a phantom.

"No, nothing. I'm sorry. Hey ..."

Without saying anything, I pushed the door of the karaoke box open by force and went out like crawling. Someone might have heard and told everyone that I couldn't sing.

When I got off the bus, powder snow was flying. I almost slipped down the slope from the bus stop. Even in Kochi, it usually snows in the mountains, aside from the city. When I crossed the subsidence bridge, I heard a crackling sound of thin ice. The surface of the concrete bridge is frozen.

Cold. It's not dexterous enough to get used to everyone, and it's not divisible. On the other hand, I’m not strong enough to be alone, not prepared, and have no idea.

I don't do anything selfish. Rumors that you can't sing, that's a lie. I'm just not confident in myself for a while. I want to get along with everyone. Really. I know. Of course I know. So "Ah ... Ah ..."

In the middle of the bridge, I impulsively exhaled my voice.

"Ah ... ah ... ah ah"

As I breathed in, cold air sank into my throat. Still, I sang towards the river. "Ah..”

Did I sing? It didn't match a song. It's just a growl. The bag slipped off my shoulder. Will you forgive me if I sing? Can I get along with everyone if I sing? It doesn't help to sing alone in such a place. It's like a scream of a dead end before being crushed. Still, I sang that song with my mother with a squeezed voice. I was happy back then. It's different now. Powder snow was swirling in the flow of the river. Suddenly, in front of me it became pitch black. Nausea swelled from the back of my stomach, and I held my mouth with both hands.

"Uuuuu!"

I crouched on my knees. However, I couldn't stand the momentum of the backflowing gastric juice. I pushed my body forward and vomited towards the clear stream under the bridge. The vomit that was about to kneel and vomit fell to the surface of the water, creating a number of ripples. I spit out everything in my stomach and fell on the bridge. My hair is messed up and my mouth is smeared with gastric juice and smells. It's already spicy. I want to get rid of everything. Shivering and crying as if groaning. Drops of tears ooze on my cold cheeks and tingle. I wish I were gone.

I could hear the slight sound of powder snow folding and piled up right next to me. A notification came to the smartphone that slipped off my bag. It was a message from Hiro-chan.

<< Look at this, Suzu. It’s so amazing that I’m seriously laughing. >>

There is a link to somewhere.

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dcx2NedPVBEdbfQaU-WC0pJMRmn20ASn7HSC0KY9R7E/edit?usp=sharing ~ Google Doc of the English-translated novel.

ryuutosobakasuhime.wordpress.com ~ English fan-site for Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime where translations, scans, and other content is posted.

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Morning Dew

A necessity for going to the ‘Morning Dew’ was dressing warmly for the occasion. Even in the summertime, as it was so high up in the mountains, it required a little more layering. Especially in the evenings. You dawned a sweater and a wool coat with your favorite pair of bottoms that kept you warm, and headed out, heart already racing in anticipation for what he had planned.

The drive was scenic up the canyon. Nothing but pines, their needles dusted with snow, and views of snow-capped mountain tops. The winding road always kept you nervous, but it was a clear day, no traces of snow on the actual road. A perfect Valentine’s Day already.

Morning Dew’s cozy and cabin-like exterior peeked through the trees right on time, a rich mix of dark wood pillars and stone chimneys. You parked and braved the short distance from your car to the inside of the lodge, the bone-chilling cold seeping into your body nearly instantaneously.

Shivering, you walked past the reception desk and towards the cafe itself. The Morning Dew Cafe was nestled inside of the most prestigious ski lodge outside of town, smartly located in the part of the lodge with the most beautiful view of the slopes and the valley below.

The hostess caught your eye immediately and offered a knowing, beaming smile, beckoning you over to where she stood with a menu already tucked under her arm. To your surprise, she said your name, in the form of a question, likely to ensure she was right about who you were.

“That’s me…,” you confirmed slowly, pulling your coat tighter around you as you approached her. “I’m supposed to meet someone here.”

“Oh, don’t worry, he told me,” she assured you with a bright grin. “I was given a very specific set of instructions by your boyfriend. This is for you!”

She pulled out a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, making your cheeks grow hot as you took them from her and lifted them to your face to get a whiff. They were wrapped together tightly with red twine, a tiny sprig of rosemary tucked into the front of the bouquet.

The hostess led you to a more secluded area, one you had always jokingly referred to as the “bougie section” of the cafe, and your eyes found his form immediately.

“Here you are,” the hostess announced, the pink heart she’d drawn by her eye scrunching up slightly as she smiled at you again. “Your server will be with you shortly. Happy Valentine’s Day, you two!”

“How’d you manage to get a spot in the bougie section?” you teased, watching as Levi stood from his seat to greet you. He looked handsome as ever, in his favorite cashmere sweater (that was also your favorite) and black dress pants. At your greeting, his lips pulled up in a small smile. He helped you to your chair and you sat down after kissing his cheek, setting your flowers down on the table in front of you.

“It was a real bitch to book,” Levi answered you, settling back into his own seat.

Your hand reached to fiddle with your bouquet, a smile still present on your face. “I love my flowers, by the way. They’re so pretty. But why the rosemary?”

Levi looked a little embarrassed at the question, imperceptible to anyone else except you, but he cleared his throat and shrugged, not looking at you as he perused through the menu. “Lady at the flower shop said I should add it, so I did.”

You smirked but didn’t push it, vowing to Google it later. Levi was obviously avoiding the question, and doing it in the most ridiculous way by pretending to look through the menu. He didn’t need to look at it at all; the two of you had been here enough times for special occasions to know exactly what you were going to get. It was practically a ritual at this point. Morning Dew was the only place that served the peppermint and white chocolate tea that you and Levi liked. Neither of you ever searched for it elsewhere or tried to make it from scratch. It was something that stayed in this little bubble, in your favorite spot to come to for celebrations.

Levi had outdone himself by grabbing a spot in the bougie section, however. Though most of the cafe had floor to ceiling windows that looked out into the evergreen landscape, the usual seating section you had been in largely looked out to where the skiers were, and glimpsed some other areas of the lodge itself. A lovely scene to look at while sipping at your tea, yes, but the reserved seating, where you were now, was the only area that looked out to the valley below, no skiers or other pedestrians or other parts of the lodge in sight. It was almost unreal. Not to mention that the seating itself was better; more like a private lounge area than the typical table and stiff chairs. You and Levi were nestled next to each other in plush armchairs with a tall wooden coffee table in front of you, overlooking the valley landscape, instead of the usual wooden setup of a bistro table and intricate chairs with padding to make them more comfortable.

You were gazing out the window at the picturesque scenery, awestruck at the beauty of it with the sunset lighting it up in a lovely golden tint. When your server came you barely noticed, but turned quickly when you heard what Levi was saying.

“Two of the Peppermint White teas, and the Valentine course,” he said. The server nodded and jotted the order down in his notebook, while you stared at Levi with wide eyes and seriously considered calling the server back.

There was a reason that you only came for special occasions, and only ever had tea. The Morning Dew Cafe was expensive. The tea, combined with the reserved seating, and then a meal on top of that? Outrageous.

“Levi, the tea is enough-” you started, but Levi clicked his tongue in that familiar way and stared you down, the rest of your protest dying in your throat.

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you matter-of-factly, his foot sliding over to discreetly nudge yours in a small act of affection. You reached over to squeeze his forearm tenderly in response. Levi caught your hand before you could pull it away and intertwined your fingers, lifting them to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Your hands stayed joined after, and rested on the arm of his chair.

An extra plus that you hadn’t even considered: such private seating arrangements allowed for Levi to feel more comfortable showing some affection, like he would when you were alone.

Once your tea came out, you curled up in your chair and held your ornate teacup close to you as you stared out with Levi at the mountain landscape as you held hands. Now that it was dark, the string lights outside had turned on to offer a much more romantic lighting and illuminated the forest just enough for it to look mysterious and alluring. The lights from the ski slopes also helped give some illumination too, and somehow, it all looked even more surreal than before.

Levi excused himself to the bathroom before your appetizers arrived and that was when you took the opportunity to look up what the sprig of rosemary could mean.

To add rosemary to a bouquet ensures an unforgettable love.

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milabazal2002 · 3 years

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@earthstellar I think you might be interested in what we are growing on dacha, so I also gave you translation in Russian :)

That is what I remembered, I may be forgot something to mention

Berry bushes/vines:

Red and black raspberry ( красная и чëрная малина), honeysuckle (жимолость), black, white and red current (чëрная, белая и красная смородина), gooseberry (крыжовник), cherry (вишня), grape (виноград. Some of it is wild), sultana grape (кишмиш. All of it is wild), watermelon (арбуз. It's considered as giant berry and my mama still tries to grow one), viburnum (калина. It's a tree, but it fits in that category better)

Fruit (there should be first ones in that year):

Apple (яблоко), pear (груша), plum (слива), apricot (абрикос), melon (дыня)

Greens (my papa just calls it grass):

Dill (укроп), parsley (петрушка), salad leaves (листья салата), beans (фасоль, бобы), peas (горох), lemongrass (лимонник), arugula (руккола)

Vegetables:

Potato (картошка), tomato (помидор), carrot (морковь), eggplant (баклажан), beets (свëкла/свекла), radish (редис) , cucumber (огурец), cabbage (капуста), cauliflower (цветная капуста), broccoli (брокколи), bell pepper (сладкий перец. And yet it's not sweet), hot pepper (острый перец. And it's quite sharp. Ba-dum-tss), pumpkin (тыква), squash (патисон), marrow squash (кабачок)

Flowers:

Sunflower (подсолнух), iris (ирис), tulip (тюльпан), orchid (орхидея), chrysanthemum (хризантема), dandelion (одуванчик), daisy (ромашка), bleeding heart (разбитое сердце), lilacs (сирень), peony (пион)

Trees (they are essential in our swampy area so we planted some):

Oak (дуб), birch (берëза), pine (сосна), willow (ива), nutmeg (мускатный орех. We never get any of it 'cause squirrels and chipmunks), spruce (ель/ëлка), pussy-willow (верба)

I want to hope English names are correct because I used Google Translate for most of them. School, you failed me, there is a reason why I chose English language as one of my final exams. I can tell you that story, if you want :)

#cultural exchange #russian language

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evakant · 3 years

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aren't gentians usually blue?? are they really described as purple in the book? i thought it just said gentians but if i missed something i want to know

they are described as purple (at least in the exiledrebelsscanlations translation):

[edit. realized this might be hard to read so here's a transcript of the screenshotted passage: After a while of thought, Lan Xichen spoke, "You two can follow me." / As they went out of the house, Wei Wuxian was somewhat surprised. / It was a secluded little cottage within some hidden corner of the Cloud Recesses. The Lan Sect's residence was inside of the mountains. In its bounds, pines grew endlessly. Most of the plants were trees and grasses. It wasn't that there were no flowers, but that the flowers were mostly pure, elegant varieties like magnolia, gardenia, and white chrysanthemum, and even then only as rare, decorative glimpses. Yet, the area before this house was filled with purple gentians. The buds were small while the color was brilliant, gaining the love of whoever passed. Under the light, it seemed to glow softly, as beautiful as a dream, an illusion.]

and i even googled them a while back just to see if i was picturing the right flowers in my mind and it seems they can indeed be purple, so what am i supposed to do but become completely obsessed with it, right? i mean the fact that the passage itself specifies that it is an anomaly, in terms of decoration/aesthetic for the cloud recesses???? what am i supposed to do!!!

#anonymous #untamed.txt #fra.txt #fra.xml

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theartoflivingalways · 4 years

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randonauting experience: manifesting my cousin’s future, a drug addict

I’ve been dying to write out the experience I had using the Randonautica app a couple weeks ago, so I’m really happy I decided to get back on tumblr last night and being able to finally do this!!! (Even if no one reads it, it’s ok). If you don’t know what Randonautica or randonauting is, please look it up. There’s also tons of TikTok videos that explain it well. I literally can’t explain this app or how it works because It’s crazy. Unbelievable.

So before I get into the details, here’s some context: My older cousin & I have been more like sisters my entire life. She is currently struggling with addiction to meth, and it has left me literally heartbroken. It completely ruined her life, our relationship, and her relationships with friends and our family. Every single day, I worry that she will die. And i don’t know if I can handle a death quite that significant to me, especially at this point in time in my life. Despite how close we were and always had been, my cousin has a very toxic relationship with my sibling. which, of course, has caused problems in our family, between the two of them and also between my sibling and I. Anyway. This isn’t even the actual experience i had, but one Saturday night, we couldn’t find my cousin anywhere. We were all extremely worried. We didn’t know where she was, who she was with, and she was not responding to anyone’s calls/texts. It was getting pretty late so we were on edge - my sibling included. I was sitting home alone when I stumbled onto a Reddit thread about some app called “Randonautica”. I didn’t really understand what it was or what “manifesting” meant, but I was INTRIGUED by the experiences other people had using this app that I was reading. I didn’t think that it was even real. I thought it was some type of troll shit. So anyway, jokingly, i said to my sibling: “I’m going to go on this app I heard about and think about finding her”. I really didn’t expect anything much, all you do - literally - is think, pretty much, of something (or someone?) that you’d like to “manifest”. So out of curiosity, I tried it out, repeatedly thinking to myself, “find *her*” (of course using my cousin’s name). After a couple seconds it gave me 2 locations (which, by the way, I didn’t go to this night). The first one was just some house on the outskirts of where I live, and nothing stood out to me or seemed too unusual, as far as i could tell looking at it from street view on google maps. When I opened the second location, though, I literally dropped my phone and instantly started crying and freaking out. I had goosebumps all over my body. The second location it had sent me was a specific house on a specific street where I live, specifically known as a particular house where molly & meth dealers and addicts live / party / etc. we have had to go get my cousin, along with her sister, at this house SEVERAL times before. At this point, I knew that this app was bizarre, but very fucking real, because that shit was unexplainable. I decided to revisit the first location it sent me and realized something I hadn’t before. There was a car in the driveway (from Google map images). It was the SAME EXACT CAR that my cousin drives. Same fucking car. Like how.... what???? So at this point, I’m calling my sibling, freaking out, completely psyched out. Naturally, my sibling said, “well clearly we have to go randonauting tomorrow and see what happens”. Obviously I agreed because that shit was wild and I had to go see it for myself.

The next day around 5PM, we decided to go randonauting. It was a Sunday and it was really nice out; sunny all day, no clouds, warm, perfect. my sibling and I decided to manifest “our cousin’s future”, using her name of course, and got one location about 5 minutes from where we live.

Okay, so, my cousin is very, very sick with this disease of addiction, right - like people are dying everyday from drugs.... yet we decide to manifest her future. Mind you, another important thing i should probably mention is that my sibling and I are POLAR opposites, which makes sense when thinking about how close I am with my cousin and their damaged relationship.

On our way to the location, one of the first things we saw was an ambulance with it’s lights on at a house nearby. Nothing *too* strange or out of the ordinary, but we definitely noted it as a possible sign. Shortly after, we saw a black dog being walked on the sidewalk. I’m trying to get to the point so I’m not going to explain the significance in detail of the black / white dogs while randonauting, but to sum it up, there’s a belief that if you see a black dog while doing it, it’s supposed to signify “danger”, while a white dog signifies “protection”. there’s much more to that but like I said feel free to look that up for yourself. So anyway, we took that as another possible sign.

About 2 minutes later we arrived at our location. It was behind a transportation company that neither of us have ever really seemed to notice or heard of, yet we’ve lived in this town our entire lives and it was barely 5 minutes from where we live. It was a Sunday so it was closed and no one was around, but the whole entire property felt just.. odd, can’t really explain it. Behind it was tons of tractor trailers, tons of pavement, and woods. The exact location on the app sent us way back behind a huge mound of what I think might’ve been gravel or something. We drove up and around this strange little mountain to the coordinates, since the mound was obscuring our view of where we were going. It brought us behind the mound, right to the edge of the woods. The area was littered, but nothing stood out as strange or anything before we got out of the car.

When she pulled into the area we were going to walk around in, I immediately started feeling weird. I still can’t explain it, I just felt funny right away. My sibling, however, did not at all and told me it was just in my head because I was supposedly expecting some crazy shit to happen. So I agreed and thought maybe she was right and my anxiety was just fucking with me.

Lmao but nooo this was very very weird. The minute I stepped out of the car, the first thing I noticed was the air. It was a beautiful day and we were surrounded by trees, but for some reason, I felt like there was barely any oxygen around us. The air felt thick, dense, heavy- I can’t think of a better way to describe it. The second thing I noticed was that I immediately had a huge pit in my stomach, and my heart started racing. My body was literally preparing itself for fight or flight, and that’s when I started having an eerie feeling that we either weren’t alone, or that someone was watching us.

I tried to brush it off because my sibling was having a totally different experience, completely fine, not thinking anything of anything. Their vibe calmed me a little so I started walking with them towards the coordinates, which were only about 20 feet from where we parked. As I started walking, I felt even fucking stranger. Not scared or anxious, but almost as if I was high or on a trip. I cannot explain it, but the only way I can try to is by saying I felt like I was dreaming, like I wasn’t really there, or that the energy was trying to make me leave. It was fucking weird man.

So then i started telling my sibling I don’t feel right and that we should go, and my sibling was completely confused because she did not sense any bad energy or bad vibes at all. She was completely fine which confused the hell out of me because something was fucking very off with this place.

A minute later she pointed out something to me on the ground and we both just kind of stopped and looked at it, mesmerized. It was this shallow indent in the dirt and grass, surrounded by dead grass and flowers. However, this particular area was completely filled with beautiful, very alive yellow flowers. Oh yeah, this area also looked like a very shallow grave by the way, and had an eerie similarity in size to my cousin- width, length, alll of it.

Another very strange thing that was happening during all of this was that my sibling kept saying that “we should go over there, to the left”, which freaked me out because something was telling me to go over to the right, like we were being pulled in opposite directions. IN ADDITION, my sibling kept hearing odd noises that I literally did not hear... even when we’d stop and be silent so that I could hear as well. My sibling would go, “See!!! Didn’t you hear that??!” But I had no idea what they were referring to, at all, yet we were standing right next to each other.

After being in the area for about 10 minutes, I started feeling really anxious again, like we were not alone at all. And we were completely vulnerable, no one was around. So I began feeling panicky and told my sibling that it’s time to go because shit did not feel right. We got into the car, and for the first time, we noticed that the entire area was dark and gloomy, but it wasn’t like it was a shaded area and it was really sunny out. The MINUTE we started to reverse, the sun started shining immediately on the area again, almost as if it went away just because we were there. Idk. Spooky

So we’re starting to drive away and go home, when all of a sudden my sister stops her car randomly, about halfway out of the lot. As if it was an automatic response, like we were the same person or on the save wave length or some shit, we both turned and looked to the right. Standing there by itself was a deer, probably one of the prettiest either of us have ever seen- I kept describing it as “Bambi” because of how perfect it appeared. We both just looked at it, and it was staring back at us, mesmerized. Then my sibling said give us a sign that you’re our uncle or cousin (two relatives that have passed). We both kind of laughed because we were over the whole thing at this point, but then, this deer stopped looking back at us, turned it’s head, and began walking away extremely gracefully into a small area of brush that it was standing besides.

As I watched this deer walk into the small area of brush (idk how else to describe it, but it was a very small patch of bushes and weeds and grass, not thick and not tall, separated by two large lots), I immediately thought that it looked like this deer had just walked through a fucking door. Or a fucking portal or something man I don’t even know. I can’t explain it, I just knew it was gone.

My sibling was like ok, relax, it’s just laying down or something, it’s definitely there. I knew immediately that that wasn’t fucking true, I saw it leave us and I knew it right away. To prove my point, we went to the side of the brush where the deer would’ve walked out of on the other side to try and look for it. As i said, this area of brush was NOT dense. It wasn’t high, it wasn’t bushy, you could clearly see through it and could also see very easily if a huge fucking deer was laying in it or sitting down.

My sibling is a HUGE animal lover so she fought my theory on this, saying deer are very good at hiding, irs definitely in there or it somehow beat us and made its way through and ran off. I thought she could be right, until I noticed a very old metal fence running straight through the middle of the brush, perfectly dividing it into two. There was also a bunch of old shit stacked up oddly and laying around, so that deer would’ve had a very difficult time getting through the brush to the other side, fence or no fence. When I pointed out the fence, my sibling just looked at me, and I knew by the look on their face that they knew this deer just fucking vanished too.

But because we both are extreme realists and very logical people, my sibling insisted on getting out and investigating it themselves. She walked back around to where we first saw the deer, walked all over, looked through some of the tall grass. Nothing. When my sibling got into the car saying no deer, they also pointed out that there was a dip in the ground walking into the brush from where the deer was standing. We both sat there silently for a minute trying to process that because we both saw this deer walk STRAIGHT AHEAD on FLAT GROUND. Even if this deer did escape us *somehow*, how the fuck do you explain it defying gravity? Walking on air? Walking on flat ground when it was curved downwards???? Like what

At this point, we’re both shook as hell and ready to leave and never look back (didn’t last long, we went randonauting later that same night and had an even crazier experience). But then my sibling asked me about the way the deer looked. They asked me to describe it. I was like... why? We both saw the same one? And my sibling said, “I know but, don’t you think it looked different from the deer around here?” So i thought about it and said idk yeah maybe I guess but what the fuck do I know about deer species I mean come on

Stuck on this, my sibling kept talking about the deer’s spots and ears and black stripe on its tail going on and on about it. So I said idk just look it up then? SO WE DID. AND GUESS WHAT. we pulled up a pic of the kind of deer we had just saw. Definitely different from the deer we normally see.

But that’s not even the thing, no, because the thing is.... the deer we saw, it’s species or whatever the fuck, ARE NOT NATIVE to where we live. Not even native to our state, to the east coast, no where nearby. In fact, I believe it said these kind of deer only live in Alaska, Washington, and maybe some other states on the upper west coast. PLEASE EXPLAIN THAT.

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