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iwaisuke · 3 years

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i like you so much, you'll know it

ft. kageyama tobio, semi eita, iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre: fluff (prompts are based off lines of the song)

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a/n: from the c-drama a love so beautiful :) i wrote this at like 4am so sorry if its crap haha. not proof read either. also, sorry in advance if they're too ooc lol im a mess rn.

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i like your eyes, you look away when you pretend not to care i like the dimples on the corners of the smile that you wear. i like you more the world may know but dont be scared cause im falling deeper baby be prepared.

» today was your first day at karasuno highschool. honestly, you were so scared. that was up until you found out kageyama was going too.

» the two of you had been childhood friends due to each others grandparents knowing the others. you had been with him through his ups and downs. his victories and defeats. almost everything kageyama did, you were there with him.

» actually, you didnt know kageyama was going to karasuno until you walked outside your door to find the raven haired boy in the same school uniform as you

» "tobi? you never told me you were going to karasuno?" giving him a side eyed grin. "i thought you were planning on going to aoba johsai like oikawa senpai and iwaizumi senpai"

» you viewed kageyama as someone who expected others to reach his level in order to be a good match for him. he had a strong head on his shoulders. naturally gifted in volleyball, like everything was given to him on a gold platter. of course, he wasnt perfect and thats where you come in and keep him level headed. helping him understand his faults and weaknesses as well. doing your best to encourage the setter

» he let out a sigh. a slight frown forming on his face. "i didnt get in.." he quietly said. "karasuno has a good volleyball team though and i can feel myself growing here" he stated bodly

» and boy was he right. something about kageyama did changd that day. he usually was so bitter and angry. a very pessimistic look on life if he and others weren't at the top. maybe it was the orange haired boy, hinata, that the setter and you became friends with. and maybe it was his great senpai's who were patient with him and gave him the opportunity to grow

» kageyama started smiling more often. his small unnoticeable dimples showing. he became kinder. softer. and more carefree. he was a growing boy both mentally and physically.

» what you didnt realize was that not only was kageyama changing, you as well, had something changing and growing in your heart.

» but kageyama noticed. oh boy did he really notice, the way you seemed to become happier and livelier by the day. how the stars sparkled in your eyes when you talked about something you enjoyed. the kind of perfume you would wear and how you would tie your hair differently each day. the weird trinkets you just seemed to love that decorated your bag. but most importantly, how much bigger your heart has become, loving everyone and their faults. always encouraging and motivating him and his team.

» was she always like this? he would constantly think to himself. all of a sudden being hyperaware about you... but he would NEVER let you know that, let alone his senpai's. it was just too embarrassing. just thinking about the never ending teasing he'd get from tanaka and noya senpai made him shiver.

» all of these things he felt about you hit kageyama like a truck the day everyone started to wear their winter uniforms.

» picking you up to walk to school together was a normal thing since the two of you lived close, but how was kageyama suppose to do this now when you're standing in front of him. thigh high socks to keep your legs warm, an oversized jacket that you had borrowed from him a while back you forgot to return. white mittens to cover your cold hands and the slight blush on your face from the wind chill.

» "does it look weird?" you shyly asked. kageyama was silent. "ah.. give me a second. I'll go back in and change real qui-"

» kageyama tugged on your hand. "its fine. lets just go to school or we'll be late." refusing to look you in the eyes. heat rising to your cheeks as tobio dragged you along with him.

» your feelings for the setter had blossomed over the past few months. falling deeper and deeper into him, and at this point you felt like you couldnt hide it anymore. you just had to tell him. tell him all the wonderful things he's done. the way he's grown and how much he means to you.

» "tobi..." your soft voice spilling out. eyes closed, the fog of your breath coming out as you exhaled. "i lik-"

» you felt something wrap around your neck. "wait y/n..." kageyama spoke, interrupting what you were about to say. not gonna lie, you felt like your heart was about to be shattered like ice eventhough kageyama continued to wrap his scarf around your neck.

» "dont say it..." he quietly said as he began to walk forward without you.

» ah... is this what rejection feels like? i didnt even get to say it properly... your hands felt colder now that kageyama wasnt holding them anymore.

» he took a quick glance back at you. blush on his cheeks. "be prepared because i want to be the one to tell you first."

i like the way you try so hard when you play ball with your friends. i like the way you hit the notes in every song you're shinnin' i love the little things like when you're unaware, i catch you steal a glance and smile so perfectly

» semi eita, your 3 year heart throb from the moment he first spoke to you.

» at first, you had suppressed these feelings, telling yourself he would never look at you the same way. but something about the blonde tsundere struck a chord in your heart that you just couldn't forget.

» the two of you ended up becoming friends. closer than you had actually imagined within these past 3 years. doing everyday life with you. waking up and saving you a spot at breakfast. helping you with your studies in exchange for being his workout buddy and motivator.

» semi kept his tabs on you. your likes and dislikes. the things that made you smile and the things that made you groan in disgust, but he would never let you know that.

» to semi, you were his breath of fresh air. the song he has on repeat everyday. the kind of person who would keep him on his toes. in a good way of course

» "oi what are you daydreaming of this time?" semi asked as you zoned out while drinking your carton of strawberry milk. "hm? oh nothin. just thinkin about whats in store for us today!" reaching your arms above your head letting out a stretch. "i just know for a fact. today is gonna be a good day." semi chuckled at your optimistic claim. "how do you know for sure?" "i dont know how. i just do" you replied with a smile on your face.

» today, shiratorizawa had a practice match with aoba johsai and today, eita was picked to be in the starting line up. the pure joy that radiated from his body. maybe today was a really good day just like how you had said.

» semi took a quick glance up into the stands, you gave him a thumbs up and wished him good luck. his smile was brighter than you had ever seen it and his eyes shined like stars. he always told you that whatever chance he got on the court, he would be sure to not let his team down no matter what. he was in his zone. playing his best and sure enough, they had won all 3 matches.

» after practice, semi and you would hang out at his dorm afterwards. he liked to show you all the new songs he was working on. whether it was a cover or a song or a song he was writing on his own.

» the two of you leaned against the wall as you sat on semi's bed. his sheet music all sprawled out before him on his bed sheets. guitar in his arms and you beside him.

» "what are you working on semi?" "a song" "well obviously dum dum" you laughed, reaching out for a paper in front.

» "so who's the special lady?" you teased him as you read the lyrics. deep down inside you could only wish these words were meant for you. a blush formed on eita's face. "just... shut up about it... its not ready yet"

» it was getting late and falling asleep at semi's place was a normal occurrence at this point. your eyes became heavy and your head started bobbing.

» "sleepy?" eita asked as he noticed your eyes drooping. "mhm. sing for me semi? please?" his voice was so soft like a mothers touch yet somehow had the power to pierce through your soul sometimes. although, it never failed to help you fall asleep when you needed it.

» hesitantly, semi started humming. softly speaking some lyrics here and there. you didnt know where the tune was from so you listened the best you could.

» "... till the last of snow dissapears ... till a rainy day, becomes clear. never knew a love like this, now i can't let go..."

» your eyes had closed. slumber taking over you as you fell onto semi's shoulder.

» "im in love with you... and now you know..."

» yeah. today was a good day. just like you said it was going to be.

in a world devoid of life, you bring color. in your eyes i see the light, my future. always and forever i know i cant let you go. im in love with you and now you know

» to iwaizumi, unlike volleyball, oikawa, maki, mattsun, school, anything life threw at him; you were the thing in his life that was constant yet at the same time a whirlwind of new beginnings. not in a bad way though.

» ever since you were kids, you showed iwaizumi the beauty in things he would have never guessed had. he was bold and tended to look over things without giving them much thought. his eyes straight ahead to the trials before him. you on the other hand, stopped him and slowed him down from rushing into them blindly.

» "every moment is precious. you should learn to cherish it because you never know when it's gonna be your last" you always said

» your views of the world were beautiful compared to how cruel it actually was. naivety maybe? or maybe it was just because you were blessed with a kind soul.

» iwaizumi always knew he had feelings for you. you had been with him through thick and thin. he could depend on you and you could depend on him. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person on earth. deep down he had hoped the two of you could stay like that forever. nothing could ever change that.

» or so he thought...

» "iwa chan~ you owe me a meat bun" oikawa whined as the group of friends were walking to the gym for volleyball practice. "shut up crappykawa. i already bought you one last week" "oi isn't that y/n over there?" maki said, shaking iwaizumi's shoulder.

» sure enough it was you. apparently you had told iwaizumi to go ahead of you today because you had something to take care of in the afternoon. telling him you'd meet up with him after practice was over. not thinking much of it, he bid you a farewell and went on in his day.

» "oooou by the looks of it, this is the perfect confession scene" mattsun teased. "oi stop messing around" iwaizumi's voice hoarse. not gonna lie, iwaizumi felt his heart drop when mattsun said that

» the 4 boys crept closer to see what was going on.

» there you were, standing in the middle of a classroom with a black haired boy. "mhm. definitely a confession." oikawa stated. "shut up tooru we cant hear" maki retorted.

» you weren't considered popular in school but that didnt mean people didnt know who you were. iwaizumi knew you were gorgeous and on top of that, smart, kind and one of the sweetest girls, so it was only natural that people would be drawn to you.

» they watched as the boy got closer and closer to you. voices barely being audible to the 4 boys outside. iwaizumi's heart could bear to see this right before his eyes.

» without even thinking, his feet moving on his own, iwaizumi barged into the room. all eyes towards him.

» "iwa what are you-" without letting you finish, iwa dragged you out of the classroom. "iwa where are you taking me" asking him as he took you to who knows where, leading you up the stairs of the school.

» up on the roof, he finally let go. "sorry..." he mumbled.

» "sorry for what iwa?" "for ruining that confession... i just-"

» "you just...-?"

» "i just love you ok?!"

» your heart shook at the resonance of his voice. iwa liked you? he liked you back?! wait no- he loved you.

» you had loved iwaizumi from the moment you met him and as the two of you grew up, your love for him only grew deeper. he was the only one you'd ever look at. the only one who would ever cross your mind. you had hoped he felt the same about you but he was always so busy with other things you only felt like you would be able to support him on the sidelines as he faced the world head on like he always does.

» just being in iwaizumi's presence was enough for you. no need to be greedier, you thought. its good to be content with what you have, but just knowing that he shares the same feelings... its ok to be a little greedy right?

» your silence being louder than it should have been, iwaizumi took it the wrong way. "look I know this isn't the greatest confession. heck it's not even the way I wanted to confess to you, and get it if you like that other guy, you don't have to-"

» shuting him up with a kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. needless to say, he was shocked, but embraced you as well.

» "you're overthinking too much iwa. that's so unlike you" you chuckled. his face bright red at the previous actions.

» "i love you. I've loved you for a long time actually. every single second. every moment we've shared. i cant picture myself with anyone but you hajime."

» iwa let out a sigh of relief. a smile being brought back onto his face. "good because all I know is that i cant let you go. in the past, present and even in the future...."

» the blue sky slowly changing into shades of coral warmed your heart even more on top of his sweet words that you've always longed to hear.

» "im in love with you, and now you know"

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silyabeeodess · 4 years

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AHIT Headcanons: Ghost Colorations

The more I work writing about the spirits and such in my stories, the more I think about for the ghosts I’m writing for as well. That in mind, I wanted to write down some notes about my train of thought toward the visual aspect of a ‘soul,’ particularly in regards to color. These will be below the cut:

When a soul materializes in the physical world, it can essentially appear as the individual stripped down to the barest essence of what makes them who they are. For apparitions who can’t manifest completely and/or are in a weaker state, this is often as a simple, ghostly shape who can only visually be identified by color indicating their personality. This excludes cases in which the ghost is exposed to different types of magic or the influence of other beings; in effect, only in an untainted state.

These colors can’t be strictly viewed in any one way, as they can carry both positive and negative characteristics about an individual that don’t always match other ghosts case-by-case. This is especially so for ghosts that show a blend of colors or even potentially showcase multiples when they manifest in their barest form--although the latter is exceptionally rare without outside influences. Furthermore, this appearance can alter by the light or dark energies that they may resonate with.

Stronger ghosts have more control over their appearance as well as their supernatural prowess (ex. after they master shapeshifting), causing them to look different from their raw essence unless severely weakened.

Black and White souls are pretty rare, often because it’s nearly impossible to find a ghost in a pure state as one of the other. Rather, souls who look like this are more often carry a strong dark or light magic with them--unfortunately, with the darker ones more often materializing than the light ones. A soul that does carry this color, however, will instead often appear in a more grey form--reflecting more of a sense of confusion or lost feeling. Someone overcome by uncertainty or who wasn’t really given a chance to develop who they were as an individual in life. This often changes with time and is rarely a permanent state.

Purple souls often are attributed to individuals with strong, noble characteristics. They tend to have a firm sense of duty and purpose, but at other times may have an eccentric or wild side to them. Brighter tones reflect a more whimsical, carefree nature while more neutral ones reflect a more serious side.

Blue souls tend to be the most relaxed and can be peacemakers, but don’t push them too far. They can also express more calculating natures, treating some situations in an almost surgical manner and acting with a stricter, more rigid side. They value stability and order.

Green souls can represent completely different aspects, from healing to greed. Vibrant greens showcase a contagious liveliness and can be associated with those who are caring/nurturing to others. More sickly greens are tied to those who typically hold strong, bitter feelings such as repressed jealousy or resentment, or for to those of more selfish natures. In effect, the latter can reflect a sickness of the heart.

Yellow souls are for the dreamers and overthinkers. They often have big ideas and grand plans, but can often worry themselves by stressing too much, becoming flighty or fretful as a result. They need help keeping their feet on the ground in order to see things as they are and so that they don’t jump into a situation before their ready. They also like things to go as planned.

Orange souls are very social and active. They like being everyone’s friend, taking risks, and can handle being the center of attention pretty well. This, however, can also make them pushy, nervous, or jealous when placed in a situation where they need to step back for a while or show patience. Muted shades are better at reigning themselves in, being more laid-back than their vibrant counterparts.

Red souls are ghosts of passion. Most of what they do is done with ambition and they tend to throw themselves into their interests, whatever it may be. They’re self-motivated and can often be groundbreakers. The cost, however, are the high emotions that are often tied to that passion. On the negative side, some red souls can be extremely aggressive and/or set high expectations for both themselves and others.

Pink souls can be sensitive and romantic, but also needy at times from a want to be accepted. Lighter tones tend to be more immature and have difficulty handing their emotions while deeper tones are typically more independent with a more refined, nuanced view of giving/receiving different types of affection.

I’d like to go over a few ideas of how this can apply to some of the characters and my interpretations of them:

For Hat Kid, her soul is kind of a mix of purple and pink. In the game, her souls looks almost fuchsia or magenta and the color is very bold. To me, this can reflect many conflicting aspects of her personality: Her resolve when finding the Time Pieces and saving her friends, but also her willingness to find the fun in many dangerous situations; her ability to connect with so many people, but also her more shy, reserved side like when she first meets MU or when she hides her toys after playing with them in her idle pose and looks around as though to see if anyone was watching. She can be bold, partly because the situations she’s placed in often require it, but she’s also still a young girl with a few insecurities she often won’t share or maybe even take the time to let herself examine. Either way, she’s overall a very bright person.

For Snatcher, his purple soul reflects a sense of nobility--not because he was born a prince, but because he maintains a strong sense of care and duty over the people he looked after as one. He’s a very strong soul though and has not only involved himself in dark magic because of his contracts and the heavy miasma leaking in every part of Subcon, but he has personally distorted his physical form to be largely unrecognizable. He wants to look like the bad guy. He wants to strike fear into the hearts of others. So reflecting that darkness into his appearance is necessary. If worn down to the point where he can’t control his form as much, the darker coloration would be less shadowy and instead be a somewhat lighter/bolder indigo--still reflecting his nobility, but also how what he’s been through has hardened and changed him.

In Vanessa’s case, a red soul would match perfectly with her idealized views and passion turned obsession. The black that surrounds her also feeds into her giving into dark/negative forces--using her magic for evil and having an extremely toxic personality.

For Moonjumper, it’s complicated. He’s more scarred than Snatcher is in multiple ways, and it reflects in him visually. His blue, muted body not only represents how the Prince died, but how he’s stripped his memories and emotions surrounding what happened as a means of self-preservation--effectively numbing him until he’s pushed to the brink of his broken mind (as well as trapping himself on a subconscious level to where he can’t truly recover from those events). He craves the control he was denied in life, not out of a desire for power, but because everything was stripped from him and he couldn’t do anything about it. His red eyes address each previous point, but indicate a more unnerving, unstable state, something possibly left by Vanessa’s toxic nature imprinting onto him and causing him to repeat some of her behavior. In a better frame of mind, his coloration would possibly look more like Snatcher’s and vice-versa--the subtle differences due to their separate ways of trying to “heal” themselves and how they became two different people from it.

#ahit #a hat in time #video games #headcanons #moonjumper #snatcher #hat kid #vanessa #queen vanessa #dwellers #soul colorations #ghost colorations

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pernatius · 4 years

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Lost in Space: Ch 3

Ch 2

For an entire week, I’m going to be writing and editing 5 chapters of “Lost In Space”, which consist of 2k words each. The goal is to make it to 10k words by the end of the week. So, 2 chapters and about 4k words left to go.

Summary: An unnamed Space Explorer and an alien sharing the same characteristics as Greek mythology’s Minotaur must venture outer space together after just barely escaping a band of Space Pirates as she tries to remember why she’s so far away from Earth.

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My legs dangle towards the crater, where the space pod has been resting. As for my eyes, they’re pointed towards the rising sun, but it’s not like the day has just begun here. This planet has two suns. The second one has just started to come up. So, it’s about to get a lot brighter and hotter.

I can feel my nooks and crannies rapidly become drenched in sweat because not only from the obvious change in being wet but how their sides are starting to stick together. He advised me to wait in the space pod because he knew this would happen, but I don’t want to be helpless. I can’t hear anything outside of it and my sight is limited to just its little window. Sure, it’s probably thick enough to keep me safe from whoever or whatever, but if something bad is happening to him I at least want to know. I don’t want him to handle it alone. I don’t want him to handle anything alone because I can empathize with him. Much of the life I lived before all of this is somewhere trapped in my head. It’s somewhere deep and dark, somewhere underneath the ocean that is my mind. I’ve tried swimming towards it, but each time the ocean’s waves push and make me crash back onto shore. Maybe this is why I’ve turned against the paranoid part of me. That humanity I talked about before must’ve, in reality, been me seeing myself as him.

“Hey,” his voice broke me out of my thoughts.

“Hey,” I look at him with squinting eyes, “What’s with that outfit?”

It’s not much of a change, but it’s still an obvious one. He’s wearing a cloak that’s a shade darker than the desert landscape around us.

“This planet is where every sort of criminal tends to hideout whenever they don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Then, wouldn’t this be like a first place for them to come looking for you?”

“I’m not planning to stay here long.”

“Why are we here?”

“It’s very risky for us to be here, yes, but this is the best place in finding out information,” he hands me a cloak, “Now put this on, and I’ll explain more on the way.”

For a planet filled with criminals their flea market, what’s bustling right in front of me, is filled with so much liveliness. Besides the varying species, they’re all sharing an uplifting attitude. Some of them laugh with the people around them even with the men and women owning the little shops they’re shopping at. Most are smiling and the rest are either singing or whistling along. They all have an appearance that screams that they hold illegal backgrounds from their clothes to weapons attached to them to the scars they’ve managed to get over the years, yet they’re acting like their pasts never happened. It’s like what my companion to my left told me, “Human or not we all feel the same things,” or in this case, “Criminal or not we all feel the same things.”

I look from side to side. I hear all kinds of alien languages. Smoke from several sizzling grills hits me. The smell isn’t anything I’ve ever smelt before, but it causes my mouth to water. “Didn’t I just tell you to keep your head down and keep it straight,” he snapped.

His snap causes me to flinch. “I know, but…”

“This place is full of criminals, remember? If they catch you, a human, walking among them they’ll do everything they can to take you,” he whispered.

“I know. I’m sorry. Is wherever we’re heading at least close?”

“Yeah, after they pass we just have to make a turn over there.” He nudges to the left.

A robot that can be best described as a mix between an East Asian dragon and a phoenix comes zooming past us at such a speed we both nearly fall backward. It, upon reaching the entrance to the market, curves it’s body upwards so that it’s able to hit the sky. The robot, as soon as it does, goes onto shoot holographic fire all over the market. The illusionary fire, which changes color every other second, hops from shop to shop. As the crowd and I are distracted by the show, someone dressed up as a knight comes bargaining into the scene. Well, they’re sort of dressed like one. Add on some sci-fi elements to the classic knight armor seen in European history books, as taught in American schools, and that’s their outfit. They swing a sword made out of light towards the mechanical beast, which gets it to screech. A fight then breaks loose between the two. Everyone around us and I go onto cheering, but my companion is unfazed. He’s bored rather than amazed, as his arms are crossed over his chest.

A figure with the same proportions as a human, yet with a body made out of a jelly-like substance, makes himself known. It could be because of his accent, but he spoke a mix between what I assume to be his main language and the one I’m using right now. All I got was, “Head to the tent.”

I repeated what I understood as a question. He whispers, clearing up my confusion, “The rest of that show will be shown tonight in a tent a little off from here, but it’s one we can’t afford to see.”

As soon as the fight ends he heads towards where we’ve been waiting to go. While hesitation doesn’t touch him, it does for me. A crowd surrounded the owner. They blast him with awe. He then moves the person dressed up like a knight in front of him. The women in the crowd switch their interest to the knight, which causes the owner to let out a small, genuine smile. This brings me to do so as well, but it’s not because I shared the same reason as him. It’s because the sight brings out a memory. I was young. I was at a carnival. There was this girl who could bend at every single angle imaginable. She could even twist her head all the way around. I grew interested in her. I thought she was cool, so at the end of the show, I ran as fast as my little legs could. I ran everywhere in that tent, but I just couldn’t find her. I dragged myself out of there with tears in my eyes. Thankfully, I didn't have to be disappointed for long. To say I froze is putting it lightly. She bent down, so that she was eye level with me, and asked if I was lost. Because my tongue was tied, she took my hand and led me to security. My face was heated, my palms were sweaty, and my heart pounded in my chest.

“We’re about to enter a room filled with some of the universe’s worst criminals. Make sure to keep your head down, but most importantly you remain near me at all times.”

When his hand moves the curtains away from each other, I’m then faced with a strip club: lights are flashing, the ones with plenty of money to spend are whistling at the dancers, and a mix of alcohol and drugs filter over the scene. He steps into the room as if he belongs there. I do the same, yet if someone were to look into my eyes closely they’ll see the disgust and panic lying underneath that harsh exterior.

He steps over to a giant made out of stone. They look into each other’s eyes, and after some time the giant steps away. A door is revealed, which the giant opens for us. We both step in, but as the giant closes the door a bad feeling slithers up my throat.

A candle flickers on a table, giving light to the much darker room than upstairs. I look at him, but he doesn’t look at me. He steps on ahead. I try to grab his hand, as that bad feeling from earlier becomes rampant, but I stop myself. I take a seat right next to him and right when I sit down a gust of wind puts out the candle, bringing us into complete darkness.

A glowing, nearly transparent figure sits right across from us. “Five minutes longer than my previous prediction,” she said.

“You knew we were coming,” his curiosity spoke.

“Of course. Although, you knew ahead of time I have such a power because if not you wouldn’t have risked her life by coming to me. Maybe you asked because you weren’t completely sure.”

“People lie, especially those on this planet.”

“But men on the verge of dying don’t. Those cloaks look better on the both of you then it did with them.”

“Whether you really can predict, or not doesn’t matter. All I know is that you know.”

“And do you think I’m going to tell you what I know about her for free?”

His hands grip one of his horns. He wants to snap a piece of it off. The struggle between his grip and the horn causes him to scream in agony. His legs twitch and eyes water because of it. “Wait. You don’t need to do this. We can give her something else,” I pleaded.

I could melt that brute’s heart. I’ve melted a lot of my companions, but not for this. I couldn’t stop him from breaking off his own horn. He stabbed it into the table, between us and her. “This should be more than enough.”

“It is,” she takes the horn and strokes it.

“Tell us what we need to know, and then you can pay us the rest some other time.”

With a snap of her fingers, the horn vanishes before our eyes. She then goes straight to answering, “She’s a Space Explorer. Her wife was struck with a disease, but the cure for it isn’t found on her homeworld. It’s off in Quadrant 70 on a distant, icy planet.”

Her words slowly faded from my hearing. The memories came rushing back to me. She was isolated. She was in critical condition. I ran that night in the pouring rain. I nearly slipped. I snuck in and what greeted me as soon as I opened the ship was my crew. They all knew I would go to such a drastic length, go against orders. They agreed to join even though they knew as soon as we came back we would be arrested. My commander also knew she would get stripped of her title, something she’s worked decades for, yet she couldn’t just let a friend go alone. They couldn’t just let me go by myself, but we miscalculated. We wouldn’t even make it halfway before we used up all of our fuel. Everyone wanted to go back, but I didn’t. I pushed us through a wormhole, thinking it would make the impossible possible, but in the end, they died because of me.

I cried right in front of them. I slammed my fists onto the table. I could feel their eyes on me, but I didn’t care. All I cared about is that it was all my fault, which is something I didn’t realize I had been repeating out loud because he speaks out, “Even if it is what will moping about it do?” I don’t look at him. I look at my hands. “Take it from me, if you keep blaming yourself you’ll never be able to move. You’ll be stuck there. You’ll just let him hurt you.”

That last part, how he lowered his voice, causes me to finally look up at him. We both share something with the look we gave each other. “As touching as this moment is, the ones you’ve been running away from just landed.”

“What? How? How did they find us already?”

“A space pod can easily be tracked by its mothership.” My companion throws his fists onto the table, causing it to shake. “But if you want I can pay you the rest right now.”

#176 #lost in space #writers on tumblr #creative writing #spilled ink #fiction #my writing #space

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chadlesbianjasontodd · 7 years

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so i accidentally caught the first episode of star trek discovery on tv when i was trying to do the last 150 pages of my reading

(spoilers maybe? probably not, this is all about things already known from promotional material. no cut bc im on mobile)

first, alright, i want to say how much i love our main character and the captain, both; it’s a lot. i am so extremely gay for both of them. (does our mc also have huge, deep, gay feelings for her captain? extremely yes.)

second: the colors. this show expands on something i loved very much about star trek beyond: blue has been the color of computers, of movies, of the future for so long we don’t notice it anymore, but here blue becomes background for brilliant yellows and greens and reds. against sci-fi hologram blue, golden starlight shines brighter and livelier than against the darkest black, and nothing in space or on earth is clearer or lovelier than the golden living curve of our protagonist’s face.

blue, too, becomes the color of iron-hard vulcan logic and pragmatism. sarek, in memory, is alternately overlaid by blue and golden light; michael, making hard decisions, half-vanishes behind a veil of blue. in contrast, the klingons have red dancing in their torch-fires and along their shoulders.

third, light. mostly color and light are the same thing in sci-fi, for me. but here we have perhaps a third of the episode where every viewscreen is nothing but blinding, unbearable light: life and safety are sillhouette darkness. sarek’s face in hologram half dissolves into white light.

#star trek discovery #television #it speaks!#also: i love love love that her name is michael. idk its just good #im also really excited about the prospect of klingon culture stuff

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kendallsummers-blog1 · 7 years

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Blog #3

Even though I will be teaching at the secondary level, I feel as though a nicely decorated classroom will lighten and set the mood for a great learning environment. An effective learning environment is essential to the learning experience. My future classroom will be full of vibrant colors and inspiring images and/or quotes.

I feel as though, capturing the attention of students is vital to the learning experience. Although, capturing the attention of students is important, maintaining it is even more important. This can be difficult to but once this task can be executed correctly, it is great. I think that understanding students and being able to relate to them is a very effective way to connect and capture their attention before a lesson. From my past experiences, playing music before the lesson or during personal time in the classroom has worked well for me. As well as, displaying art, discussions on social media or things going on within society and anything else that your students may show any interest in. Maintaining their attention is just as important as getting it. Keeping their attention can be done by trying to have the material interesting and engaging. Hands-on activities always kept me engaged and my attention was kept, as well as just providing a warm and safe learning environment.

My better learning experiences within the classroom are from the livelier and brighter classrooms. These specific teachers who had classrooms as such always seemed to be more involved in the success of their students. Seeming to make the learning experience less stressful and providing great ways to interpret the necessary information. My learning experiences outside of the classroom are usually better than the ones within the classroom. Of course, I get to choose what I would like to learn, when, and how which is always much better than learning things that are not uninteresting.

When learning subjects that are uninteresting, it seems very difficult to pay attention. Over the years, I have found that reading material that seems difficult to read and understand, I automatically detach myself and become uninterested. When paying attention is so much easier to do when the information being taught is interesting and makes me want to learn. Learning about topics that interest does not always seem like learning which is great. This route to learning is not like the usual textbook, silent, no one is allowed to talk except for the teacher type of learning experience.

Chapter five of Design for How People Learn (Voices that Matter), included many great insights on learners and how to learn. I found the elephant facts to be interesting and definitely grabbed my attention. Another pro about this text, it is easy to read and explains itself when things may become a bit difficult for the reader. Using an elephant was a great way to engage readers. As well as telling stories, surprise the elephant, show it “shiny items,” say all of the other elephants are doing it, leverage the elephant habits. According to the text, in order to engage students and keep their attention, the educator must incite the student’s curiosity. In order to do so, the teacher can do many things, asking interesting questions can be a useful tool. Be mysterious and understand that sometimes information can be left out. I also found that the short insert about why we click on certain links that may have an interesting headline to be true. I always wondered this same thing, after I click on an headline and read the information within the link…I ask myself, why did I just click on this?

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