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elegantwoes · 2 years

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I remember the smells of those nights, my lord—perfume and sweat, melons ripe to bursting, peaches and pomegranates, nightshade and moonbloom. I was a young man then, still forging my chain. The heat did not exhaust me as it does now.” Pycelle’s eyes were so heavily lidded he looked half-asleep.

I am only at page two but Maester Pycelle is already pissing me off with his feigned frail old man act. I have half the urge to pull at his long white beard.

“I have heard that you sent Maester Colemon away.” The Grand Maester’s nod was as slow and deliberate as a glacier. “I did, and I fear the Lady Lysa will never forgive me that. Maybe I was wrong, but at the time I thought it best. Maester Colemon is like a son to me, and I yield to none in my esteem for his abilities, but he is young, and the young ofttimes do not comprehend the frailty of an older body. He was purging Lord Arryn with wasting potions and pepper juice, and I feared he might kill him.”

Last time I checked purging is the first step in curing someone who is poisoned. By sending Maester Colemon away Pycelle has basically murdered Jon Arryn. Yet here he is, trying to act like he was saving Jon when he did the opposite. He is such a slimy piece of shit.

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“You have been most courteous,” Ned told him. Then, almost as an afterthought, he said, “One last question, if you would be so kind. You mentioned that the king was at Lord Arryn’s bedside when he died. I wonder, was the queen with him?” “Why, no,” Pycelle said. “She and the children were making the journey to Casterly Rock, in company with her father. Lord Tywin had brought a retinue to the city for the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day, no doubt hoping to see his son Jaime win the champion’s crown. In that he was sadly disappointed. It fell to me to send the queen word of Lord Arryn’s sudden death. Never have I sent off a bird with a heavier heart.”

Dear Ned, surely you can see to what conlcuson you should come to, right? Cersei. is. not. responsible. for. Lord. Arryn's. death. I beg of you please.

The night the bird had come from Winterfell, Eddard Stark had taken the girls to the castle godswood, an acre of elm and alder and black cottonwood overlooking the river. The heart tree there was a great oak, its ancient limbs overgrown with smokeberry vines; they knelt before it to offer their thanksgiving, as if it had been a weirwood. Sansa drifted to sleep as the moon rose, Arya several hours later, curling up in the grass under Ned’s cloak. All through the dark hours he kept his vigil alone. When dawn broke over the city, the dark red blooms of dragon’s breath surrounded the girls where they lay. “I dreamed of Bran,” Sansa had whispered to him. “I saw him smiling."

Such a beautiful passage, especially the bolded part. It obviously means the Starklings (Jon, Sansa, and Bran) will survive the Long Night. Though, I worry about Rickon. George RR Martin I beg of you. Spare the innocent child.

Yet someday he may be the lord of a great holdfast and sit on the king’s council. He might raise castles like Brandon the Builder, or sail a ship across the Sunset Sea, or enter your mother’s Faith and become the High Septon.” ... “You,” Ned said, kissing her lightly on the brow, “will marry a king and rule his castle, and your sons will be knights and princes and lords and, yes, perhaps even a High Septon.”

To use @istumpysk own words here. The fate of the remaining Starks is in this passage

Lord of a great holdfast and sit on the king’s council. Bran Stark

He might raise castles like Brandon the Builder. Jon Snow

Sail a ship across the Sunset Sea. Arya Stark

Marry a king and rule his castle. Sansa Stark

Become a High Septon. Rickon maybe?

Let the last one be about Rickon. Please let it be so.

Inside his chambers, he stripped off his sweat-stained silks and sluiced cold water over his head from the basin beside the bed. Alyn entered as he was drying his face. “My lord,” he said, “Lord Baelish is without and begs audience.”

Ugh. What in the fuck does he want?

“And as tiresome,” Littlefinger added, “though I daresay he should do well in the tourney. Last year he unhorsed the Hound, and it was only four years ago that he was champion.”

HA. In this small nstance I like Barristan Selmy. Anyone who humiliates Cujo come again is good. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

“Lord Petyr,” Ned called after him. “I … am grateful for your help. Perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.” Littlefinger fingered his small pointed beard. “You are slow to learn, Lord Eddard. Distrusting me was the wisest thing you’ve done since you climbed down off your horse.”

When someone shows you who they are always believe them, Ned. You will spare yourself a great deal of pain.

Next chapter our sour patch kid Jon Snow.

#asoiaf reread project #rereading agot #Ned Stark

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expended-sleeper · 8 months

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I'm going to ask about your Adopted NPCs because..... GIMME. But it was kind of funny going through this list, because asking things like "Do they have a family?" and "What are their opinions on consorting with Daedric Princes?" felt like... squeezing lemon juice on a papercut. Brutal.

For Miraak:

Which areas of Skyrim do they find most beautiful and most dangerous? [Bonus: where would he settle down if he could?]

What are their religious affiliations, and how does their worship (or lack thereof) affect their day-to-day life? [Specifically, what is Miraak's relationship to the Divines post-FFO?]

What is their favorite kind of food that can only be found in Skyrim?

For Sophie:

Who is their mentor? Who do they go to most for lessons?

Would they be able to live off the land if they were lost in the wilds of Skyrim? How skilled are they at foraging and hunting?

Thanks for the wonderful questions, friend!

Miraak

Which areas of Skyrim do they find most beautiful and most dangerous? Bonus: where would he settle down if he could?

"In my youth I could hardly have considered beauty without danger; these days, as my hair begins to gray and Skyrim's winters seem ever more bitterly cold, I have rather lost my taste for discomfort. One cannot appreciate the grandeur of a glacier whilst shivering in its shadow. The supposed Nord endurance to frost is mostly bravado and bluster, and for myself I set both of these to the flame some time ago.

"In short, I avoid the north when I'm able. For bitter reasons beyond the weather, I have no love for the region comprising Labyrinthian and its outlying ruins. Too much there has changed, and too much has remained the same.

"I find my greatest happiness anywhere where I have friends, a warm fire, and a bed that's up off the floor. Rough living is the providence of youth. There is more beauty in the lines of my lover's face than I will ever perceive now in any lonely vista.

"As to where I might settle? Well, fate seems to draw me to Whiterun time and time again, and I have my eye on a particular house in the Plains District. The former occupant and I did not part on the best of terms, but that is all in the past now. Breezehome sits as an empty memorial to an absent dragon. I wonder if it might not fare better as a living home to a present one."

What are their religious affliations, and how does their worship (or lack thereof) affect their day-to-day life? Specifically, what is Miraak's relationship to the Divines post-FFO?

"The Divines and I tolerate each other well enough. That may sound cold, but it is benevolent in comparison to my previous relationships with certain darker deities. I have great admiration for the teachings of Kyne, as I have witnessed the power and meaning of her unerring cycles. However, I do not afford time out of my day to fall down and profess my love. I have spent quite enough of my life in structures devoted to faith. Skyrim's wilderness is Kyne's only true temple, and the minutes I sometimes spend on my knees are decidedly not for the glorification of any god."

What is their favorite kind of food that can only be found in Skyrim?

"I have a new answer to this question with every new dish I taste. The environment of my upbringing did not lend itself to culinary appreciation. There is such a difference between people who see eating as a chore to be done with, and those that know every meal is an opportunity for satisfaction and joy. To provide a specific answer: I did not know food could make one warm and happy, until I sampled Jon Battle-Born's rabbit meatballs."

Sofie

Who is their mentor? Who do they go most to for lessons?

"'Mentors are best kept at arm's length. Most just want to twist you into the shape they want you to have. If you don't bend to them, they'll push until something breaks. It's rare to find someone who truly wants what's best for you. My first mentor, a priest of Boethiah, was a man who killed as easily as he breathed. I had all my fingers, before his sharp lessons.

"The Companions taught me there was more to life than taking lives. Farkas showed me what friendship was, and the meaning of honor. Aela, in her wisdom and in her failure, warned me of the consequences of losing yourself. Miraak and Vilkas helped me see that a life lived alone, in paranoid safety, is no life at all.

"It's rare to find someone who truly wants the best for you, but I found her. Lucia shows me the difference between living and being alive, every time we touch. I don't understand why she likes me. It took me a long time to believe her. And it's not always easy, even with Lucia—but she makes the struggle feel worth the pain."

Would they be able to live off the land if they were lost in the wilds of Skyrim? How skilled are they in hunting and foraging?

"There is more to fear in a Windhelm alley than the tundra of Whiterun. Beasts are predictable in ways that people are not. I have faith in the hunger of bears and wolves, in merciless blizzards and stupid hares. Survival outside the walls is a matter of luck and ability. Inside, it's about how much people like you. It's about trust, vulnerability, knowing when to let your guard down.

"I feel more myself in a darkening forest than I ever will in a crowded square. In the city, every soul has their own motives. Greedy shopkeepers, sly pickpockets, all wearing false smiles. A long time ago, my survival depended on the kindness of strangers. Ask any beggar what kind of life that is.

"No, I wouldn't starve out there in the great alone. I have my axes and my bow. But from what Miraak has shared of his years in the wilds, I don't think I would be happy. Lucia tells me people aren't meant to be all by themselves. I think I might believe her on that, too."

#babble asks #miraak #sofie #far from ourselves #skyrim #tes #tesblr

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rxttenfish · 2 years

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Are Polly and the Coven any different in your mon prom redesigns? Or any notes on ghosts and witches in general for that

POLLY IS ONE I HAVE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR

A REASON-

okay to start with, the coven. they're actually pretty boring? namely, because with the redesigns, they're just humans, and that delves into how the magic system works. some humans are born with basically what's an innate pool of mana - workable magic that their body creates and replenishes on its own. a significant chunk of it gets used up in pretty typical metabolic processes, it can especially be used to bolster the immune system when it needs to, but if you practice with it or just luck out, then you can use your own natural pool of magic as a source of magic, to cast spells or charms or rituals or what have you.

however, in the redesign universe, anyone can cast magic, they just need a source to supply the juice for the working. for people like the coven, this is often just themselves, but even if you don't have that natural internal source, you can still find a source elsewhere. sometimes this is a naturally occurring magical aquifer, sometimes its someone else with a pool of magic they can spare you, sometimes its a magical object, whatever. just find something that makes magic into a workable form that you can use. people with their own internal supplies can also use a different source too, and often will do so, whether that's because they need more than what they alone can supply, or just to not exhaust themselves. it's not unheard of for creatures like sapient spells to offer their services loaning magic out, and the deal the coven has with the goddess is similar to one of these.

(the most interesting thing here is that... well, the goddess would be something called a Magic Generator, which is a bit like a sun. magic exists everywhere in the form of universal background magic, but has to be gathered together in a mass great enough to actually be used for spells or workings or what have you. magic generators are the source of this universal background magic, as they're big bundles of raw magic that's being internally made and shed into the universe. unfortunately, this makes them a bit volatile to be around, and are a bit like having a hurricane walk around and talk to people.

funnily enough, while they are the stand-in for gods in the redesign universe, they aren't worshipped or have their own religions, unless said magic generator went out of their way to try and found a religion centered around themselves. the goddess is just calling herself the goddess here. that's a decision she's making for herself. other people can and would view this as kind of a chud move, though i'd have to think more about it to determine what her relationship with the coven is like.)

and polly is

a ghost

but the thing to remember is that

horror is my favorite genre

so when i say polly is a ghost, yes, i do mean she is literally the remaining imprint of someone who has died, and that she does still have the personality that we know and expect of polly.

but she's also a ghost story. there's not a lot of happiness or easy to digest topics going on beneath polly's surface - she has been trapped inside of herself, inside of a body that is not her body and at once is as she knew it to be and also has been left in a box and left to rot and she feels all of these things at once, this duality of nature, of sense, of self. of being ripped in a thousand different directions and held inside a glacier at the same time, unable to move on, unable to shift, forced to be the same person on the same day at the same hour unless she wants to be gone for good, lost to a world that seeks to snuff her out. she can only clench tighter and tighter, bear her teeth down harder and harder, try to hold herself together, but in the act of doing so, become a perversion of herself, a façade of who she may have been, once, all the more divorced from the humanity and life that she used to have and devouring the warmth and light around her in order to do so.

it's complicated. ghosts are supposed to move on. they're supposed to get their affairs in order, find the thing that's stuck them there, and finish it. fade away. let the final death take them.

ghosts are not supposed to stay there, stuck in place, stuck somewhere to rot, trying to dig fingers they no longer have into the world around them and leaving scratch marks behind.

its natural to be afraid of death. but the dead are supposed to stay dead for a reason.

#asks #extrakerestrial #all the care guide says is 'biomass'#monster prom reanimated #Monster Prom: Reanimated #and that's why polly doesnt look... Right #her form looks unstable. at once its polly like she was alive and at once you see her body rot and at once you see her fade into smoke #not to mention the effect her emotions have on it #its hard to remember how youre supposed to look when you dont have a mirror on hand #its even harder to remember how youre supposed to look when you dont even have a body anymore #was this what polly looked like? could you reconstruct your own body out of nothing but your memories?#could you hold it together? for a hours? for days? for years?#could you stave off your own rot by nothing but your will? how long could you do it for? could you do it forever?#polly's story is very much a ghost story.

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choicefurnituresuperstore · 2 years

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Glass furniture may add a chic, modern touch to your living spaces. However, if it is not treated with respect, just like any other material, you could wind up with some little problems, like a scratch.

Although a scratch on glass may be more noticeable than on other thick materials like timber due to its highly polished and shiny surface, the advantages of glass furniture much exceed the ordinary appearance of other surfaces.

The straightforward rule is to make sure you take some easy precautions, such as using a pad or cloth below the item, while setting items on the glass surface, like vases, plates, bowls, etc. In this manner, there won't be any harm if the object is dragged or pushed over the surface.

There are a few things you may do to get rid of the annoyance if, by some strange twist of fate, you do end up with a scratch.

The harder it is to remove a scratch generally speaking, the heavier the scratch. However, there's no harm in giving it a shot, and you can quite easily sort out lighter scratches.

Use these guidelines for glass scratch removal to maintain the pristine appearance of your lovely glass-top coffee table.

Just keep in mind that it's not an exact science, so move slowly, check in frequently to see how you're doing, and be ready to take another path.

Using common items, these minor scrapes can be removed: -

Do you have some minor scratches? You can probably buff them out using some ordinary household items by following these three easy procedures if you can't feel the groove when you run your fingertip over the region.

· Use glass or window cleaner to clean the surface (you could also use a newspaper, vinegar, or lemon juice), and then wipe it dry with a kitchen roll.

· Use a soft cloth and a metal polish, to gently work it in. You can also try a solution of water, white non-gel toothpaste, and baking soda.

· See how you did by using a soft cloth to polish the surface to a gloss.

Purchase a scratch-repair item:

· Try a set made specifically for fixing automobile windscreens or a specialized scratch repair kit like Farcela, Glacier, or Xerapol.

· Want to win quickly? To polish your furniture, try paste wax. Apply a tiny layer, and it will reflect light and fill little scratches. Buff it once it has dried using a clean cloth or

· Utilize a specialized polishing agent, such as a jeweller’s rouge, to remove a scratch (cerium oxide). Just keep in mind that you'll either need a lot of elbow grease or a drill attachment for polishing pads.

Cut back on deep scratching

The surface won't ever be as new if there are deep scratches that you can feel with your fingertip. However, you can still use specialized glass living room furniture restoration solutions, which smooth the surface using buffing discs. However, keep in mind that to remove the scratch, the glass surrounding it must also be removed to the same depth, which may result in a change in the glass's surface.

When you've done everything, you can, it might be time to unwind and accept the situation as it is. Other possibilities include hiring experts to perform their magic or purchasing a new glass table top, both of which may be expensive.

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linenbody77 · 2 years

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routeraven · 2 years

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five-rivers · 3 years

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I've been really intrigued by the Elditch AU so I kind of mixed it with the Amity Lair AU and had the idea that Amity is a bit like a supernatural spiderweb where, the longer you stay, the harder it is to leave. Only outsiders who've been there a short time can really tell that something is... off. Especially Danny Fenton. Maybe only people who have lived in Amity can even perceive Danny at all, and to outsiders, Danny Fenton doesn't exist, but the longer they stay the more they see him...

He didn’t mean to... to do whatever it was he was doing to them, to his people (his people) but he didn’t know how to stop it, either. He hadn’t even started to notice he was doing it until one of Sam’s out of town cousins visited for the day and just... didn’t see him. Had walked through him like he wasn’t even there.

And part of him knew this made sense. Part of him, part of him... He brushed his knuckles lightly over his breastbone, remembering what did and what did not lay beneath.

He didn’t start to understand what he was doing until a new student transferred to the school and slowly, but surely, changed.

The first few days he had stared with uncertainty at Danny’s seat. He had asked Dash, in the locker room, about him and his lengthy absence. He had frowned when the teacher called on a student that he couldn’t see.

But now... Now he could see Danny.

Danny could tell that he scared him. He had overheard him talking about wanting to move away. He could also tell that the fear wouldn’t last much longer.

From the shallows of the Dream, his vision obscured by Dream reeds and rushes, Danny watched Amity Park move above him, full of tiny lovely lights of life, all connected by silken cords. All connected to one another.

All connected to Danny.

Here, in the Dream, Danny could feel himself like a great, bloated spider, cross-legged in the center of a web. Six hands, two feet, eyes that saw too much and too little, fangs that dripped with imaginary venom. He could feel himself, frail and tired and trying so, so hard to hold on to the dregs of his humanity and failing. A monster and a teenager. An infant in the eyes of the other monsters.

He blinked, slow as a glacier and as quick as the Dream would let him. The web and the fangs remained.

Did he Love them, those tiny lights, the ones they belonged to? Not in the same way he Loved Clockwork. Not in the same way he Loved his parents, or his sister, or Sam and Tucker, or his teacher.

He looked to the threads that connected them. They were different, Danny could tell, even beyond how the lights of their lives were firmly locked away in Danny’s chest. Thicker, though not as thick as the chain that connected Danny to Clockwork. Even so, Danny could be moved by them. He knew this. Had felt this.

One of them could pull, and he would follow.

He raised his hand to whisper a finger along a thread, feeling its smooth fibers catch along the rough patches of his fingertip. He could feel the person this belonged to. He knew them. Principal Ishiyama.

Did he Love her?

What was this string? What tied them together?

He pushed down on the thread and watched as the little light, as Principal Ishiyama, jittered closer to him.

With a shudder, he released it.

He could feel them, the end of each string both extruded from the surface of his skin and at the same time all knotted together in a hollow space inside Danny, lower than his heart, and-

Oh.

His lips and chin were slick with venom and saliva. The purpose of a spider web was to trap, was to feed.

Young creatures were always hungry.

Except, except, except, that wasn’t all there was to it, was there? When he fought the others, he wasn’t just some, some supernatural animal defending its prey from rivals, was he?

With a shaking hand, he pushed his fangs back into his mouth until his gums ached and his dentition once again felt normal to his questing fingers.

He wasn’t eating them, his people (his people). Maybe, maybe he was feeding on them, but that didn’t hurt them, did it? He’d know if they were hurt. This wasn’t parasitism. It wasn’t predation. It was... It was a mutualistic relationship. He kept them safe, his people (his people), and they gave him...

Something.

He didn’t know what.

He stood, wet and dripping and heaved himself out of the shallows of the Dream and into the waking world. As he did so, he felt a tiny, Loving tug on the always-not-quite-there collar around his neck. Clockwork’s way of letting Danny know he was there.

Danny let out an involuntary croon, part of him wanting nothing more than to dive back into the Dream and find his way to Clockwork. The rest of him was scared.

He padded over to where he’d left Sam and Tucker, sleeping on the floor, and nuzzled his way in between them, determined to enjoy the rest of the sleepover.

“Do you ever,” said Danny, watching Principal Ishiyama closely, “feel trapped?”

“No?” said Sam.

“Why?” asked Tucker.

“I think,” said Danny, carefully, “that Amity Park is a trap.”

“How so?” asked Tucker, gesturing with his juice box.

“People don’t leave,” said Danny. “Reasonably, they should.”

“People are weird like that,” said Sam. “Some people will stay in their houses even when a tsunami is coming.”

“Yes,” said Danny, “but I think I might have... bound people here. Somehow. Tied them to... things.”

“What kind of things?” asked Tucker.

“The city. The land. Each other. Me.”

“People could stand to be more tied to the land,” Sam said, flicking at one of Tucker’s fries with a long, black-painted fingernail. A tension began to build at the edge of Danny’s awareness.

“Is this like that thing where you said the clock guy gave you our lives so you could make us immortal?” asked Tucker. Tucker didn’t entirely believe Danny about what had happened in the Dream.

Danny bit his lower lip. “It’s... similar?”

“Well, I mean, it doesn’t sound like a bad thing. As long as you aren’t eating people or driving them into insanity, it’s probably fine,” said Tucker, rescuing his fries from Sam.

“Free will?” suggested Danny, weakly. (Weakly, because as good as it was to make your own choices, didn’t a completely free will mean that you were unLoved?)

“Are you doing it on purpose?” asked Sam. “Trapping people here, I mean.”

“No,” said Danny.

Sam shrugged. “There you go. It’s something unavoidable for you, too, so don’t worry about it, and if there’s something good you can do with it, take advantage of it. Like I said, people could stand to be more connected to the land.” Again, something felt significant about that to Danny, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Danny refocused his attention on Principal Ishiyama. “Have you noticed anything different about Principal Ishiyama lately?”

“She’s more involved this week, I guess,” said Sam. “Talking to more students. Usually, she doesn’t leave her office. Is this connected?”

“Everything’s connected,” said Danny, absently worrying at a cuticle. “I think I pulled on one of the strings connecting her. She moved.”

“Weird,” said Sam.

When he slept, rare as that was, nowadays, Danny found himself in the Dream.

The web had changed. There were more strands leading from the humans to the land, to what nature there was in Amity Park.

Danny ran his fingers along the suddenly-tense line between himself and Sam. This was far less one-way than it seemed. If he focused inward, if he let his eyes drift shut, and Dreamed within the Dream, he could feel the tiny jerks and tugs of the web acting on him, and...

He brought his hands up to the collar. Clockwork’s directions, too. He could feel them, in the mechanical vibration transmitted up the chain, too regular to be noticed unless one looked for it, lost to sensory fatigue.

Healthy children had healthy diets, it seemed to say, even if the word wasn’t quite diet. Or cult, either, for that matter. Or kingdom. Responsibility? No, that wasn’t it. Vassals? Thralls?

Danny hated it when the simplest of words eluded him.

He sighed and let himself drift over the surface of the Dream. The web, obviously, had been doing fine without his conscious input, and he was doing what his Loved ones wanted.

Amity Park might be a trap, yes, but only because Danny cared.

#danny phantom #eldritch abomination au #ask #answer #prompt #prompt fill

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qitwrites · 3 years

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Some people like to keep up with sports, others love reality TV with a passion, some people voraciously consume anime, and some don’t care much for television.

Kouda is a nature documentary fanatic. The Discovery channel and National Geographic is his shit, his domain, his absolute favorite. He follows plenty of nature related content on YouTube as well, and all the accounts he follows on social media are nature and animal oriented.

He cried so hard the day Steve Irwin died.

The thing is, he’s never met anyone that likes it as much as he does, and that’s honestly ok. He talks to animals and understands them and others don’t, or rather, can’t. They don’t know how sassy pigeons are, how much fish shit-talk amongst themselves, how bugs are actually really smart, or how dogs truly are too good for humans. They don’t know animals and nature the way he does, so he doesn’t mind being alone in this.

He’s used to watching documentaries alone, so when the common room is blissfully empty one weekend afternoon, Kouda pulls up a penguin documentary on Netflix and gets comfortable on the green couch. The documentary is super informative, and the visuals are stunning, especially on the big flat screen with it’s 4k HD resolution. There’s also a side story about a gay penguin couple that he thinks is really cute.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he pulls it out to find a message from Satou.

>> What’s up?

I’m watching the penguin documentary in the common room! <<

>> Oh sweet! I’ll be there in a sec

Kouda smiles at his phone and goes back to the documentary. He likes Satou, likes being friends with a guy that always smells like a bakery and doesn’t force him to talk or prod about his shyness. They often hang out in each other’s rooms, and it’s always super comfortable.

Satou is down 10 minutes later, a tray of fresh cookies in hand. Kouda offers him a wide smile when he plops into the seat next to him, and they watch the documentary in silence, munching on cookies.

A few minutes later, Kaminari happens to walk by. When he spies the cookies, his face breaks into a wide smile.

‘Satou, can I have one?’

Satou doesn’t even look away from the screen, simply picks up the plate and holds it in the relative direction of the voice. Kaminari grabs a cookie and bites into it, making an appreciative sound.

‘So good,’ he mumbles. He peers up at the screen. ‘What are you guys watching?’

‘Penguin documentary.’

‘Huh.’ Kouda distantly waits to hear the sound of Kaminari’s footsteps as he walks away, but to his surprise, the man takes one of the recliners next to the couch and gets comfy.

Kouda shrugs to himself and goes back to the documentary. When they start doing the migration bit, he gets really into it, and when the segment is over, and none of the penguins have strayed from the pack and died tragically, he releases a breath of relief, and startles when he hears several others.

When he looks around, he finds Tokoyami in the seat next to him. Sero is sitting by Kaminari’s feet, leaning into the blonde’s legs. Uraraka has taken another recliner next to them, and Aoyama is on the other long couch. He hadn’t even realized they were here.

There’s still an hour left on the documentary when Satou gets up and stretches. ‘I’m going to get some snacks, you guys want anything?’

Shouts of just some juice please and more cookies if you’ve got them and chips all the way bro are thrown around, and Kouda just watches everything happen. Satou looks over at him and grins.

‘And you?’

Kouda thinks it over. He finally makes a motion indicating he wants chips too, and Satou gives him a big grin and a thumbs up.

He comes back a few minutes later, arms full of food and passes it around. There’s chatter in the room now, but not so loud that you can’t hear the TV. Things eventually pipe down, and everyone watches the breathtaking ice, the eggs hatching, the penguins swimming and weaving between massive glaciers.

When Kouda looks around again, he sees Bakugou sitting next to Aoyama, Kirishima on the floor between his legs. Even Todoroki is here, sitting next to Sero, while Midoriya sits by Uraraka’s feet. They’ve all got some kind of snacks in their hands, and it’s all warm smiles and wide eyes and soft whispers.

The documentary reaches its climax with more impressive drone footage and some great music, and when the credits start rolling, everyone groans and sits up together, stretching out their joints.

‘That was awesome!’ Kaminari says with a huge grin.

‘Yeah, when you texted Guys gay penguins come to the common room on the group, I was really confused,’ Kirishima laughs.

‘I’ve read about the gay penguin couple in New York that are currently fostering a new hatchling,’ Midoriya pitches in. ‘They’re doing really well apparently!’

A few more people join in that conversation, and Kouda is just… baffled. He’s never had people talk so much about his favorite thing, never had people show this much interest in a documentary he watched. Because nature documentaries don’t have big explosions and fight scenes. They aren’t super romantic or filled with drama or very trendy. They were informative, and visually stunning, and calming.

‘Put it on the group next time,’ Uraraka says to him, ‘so we can all prep some snacks and join in from the beginning!’

Even Bakugou says, ‘Oye, send me the name of the documentary, I want to catch the parts I missed.’

Kouda nods and puts it up on the group immediately. Everyone slowly starts trickling away, and Kouda needs a minute to just process.

‘You good?’ Satou asks, holding up a glass of water. Kouda accepts it gratefully and takes a few careful sips.

Because for some reason he really wants to cry. For some reason his heart is so full.

And when he puts up a tentative message 2 weeks later saying There’s a new documentary on snow leopards on their group and Kaminari replies with Dibs on the single couch and half of Satou’s cookies his heart squeezes in a way he’s never felt before.

He thinks its honestly quite nice.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #bnha: thicker than blood #kouda kouji #satou rikidou #class 1a shenanigans #class 1-a headcanons #fluff #so much fluff dammit #this week on thicker than blood #lets talk about penguin docs #this was my friends idea #and i think its so cute honestly #i dont write kouda or satou ever so its a bit harder to envision their feelings but it was fun!#also i miss steve irwin guys #what a legend he made my childhood so much better

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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A Life Wasted

Azula Week Day 1: Childhood

Summary: Azula has trouble coming to terms with that she didn’t really have a childhood and struggles to see a future for herself.

She is surprised to get as many visitors as she does, Azula could have sworn that they would stick her in this horrid place and forget all about her, leaving her to her own nightmares and personal horrors. Somehow they don’t forget her. Somehow they find it within themselves to pay her visits now and then. Sometimes they come with specially prepared meals other times they come only with stories and company.

Azula wishes that she could appreciate it. Wishes that she could push her resentment aside. She wishes that they would just leave her to suffer and fester in her shame alone. It is bad enough having them around to see her like this, to make their judgments. But they have to bestow her with stories about how great the outside world is, about how they have all accomplished so much.

They do so until she one day snaps at them to stop bringing her news. She expects them to stay away from then on out. Instead they come back with tales from the past.

TyLee’s childhood is bathed in shades of pink. She was never alone and was constantly at the tailend of a braid chain. She always speaks of laugher and gossip and trips to the berry fields. Of coming home with smeared cheeks and stained clothes.

Mai’s childhood was more subdued, lonely. But when her parents came home it was warm. They would take her onto their laps and read her stories about dragons and courageous Fire Nation warriors until she begged for a blade of her own.

Katara and Sokka both have frosty and cold childhoods but in the most dreamy way. They both recount different aspects. Sokka tells her about fishing and hunting trips with his father; about adrenaline spikes and hiking around glaciers. While Katara paints a more domestic image in her mind; the smell of cooking fish and firepit smoke. Of heavy coats and fur rugs.

Toph’s childhood was sheltered but exciting when she could sneak away. It was full of adventure and mess. Of tussling with the boys in alleyways and knocking on strangers’ doors and running before they can get to the door.

Aang’s was serene. Otherworldly and mystifying. His childhood makes her stomach ache with longing the most. He speaks of how all of the children were raised side by side. Every adult was a mother and a father to all of them and each child was a sibling to the next child over. Before he found out that he was the Avatar he was never alone. He would munch on pastries and and have glider races.

And Zuko’s...she knows about Zuko’s and she doesn’t want to hear anything of it. It is as unforgiving as her own but in such a different way.

She wishes that she could have had a childhood. Maybe she wouldn’t be this way if she did, if she had been allowed to be a child for just a few years before being thrust into the war machine. Maybe if she had hours of running wildly through the palace garden instead of hours of training and katas she would be less of a weapon and more of a human being.

She stares at her palms, trying to recall even one moment where she had been a child. Just one that isn’t tainted by undertones of political speak and warfare. But she can’t find even one. Even her fondest childhood memories are either followed by something awful or had war in the background.

On one occasion, a golden day on Ember Island--she had convinced Zuko to help her swipe some mangos from a fruit cart just to test their skills. They had snatched one and darted off to climb a palm tree and hide as they tasted their prize. Father found them with sticky mango juice smeared around their mouths and dripping down their chin. That evening they were dirty, disgusting miscreants and he was ashamed to be their father. That night there was no trip to the beach to collect shells and build sand castles, they were locked in their rooms listening to mother and father argue; “they’re children, Ozai! Children do that stuff, let them have fun!” “They have duties to their nation, they are better than other children.” Zuko blamed her for getting them in trouble with her stupid idea and she blamed him for talking too loud and getting them caught.

On another occasion she found herself sitting at the edge of the turtle-duck pond, kicking her feet at the shimmering waters, the sun reflecting on its surface. In one had she held a calligraphy brush which she was using to paint random doodles on her legs. In the other she held a loaf of bread which she was biting into, paying little mind to where she was nibbling on it. She was quite and out of the way so no one paid her any mind. Which is probably why they so openly discussed how triumphantly they had slaughtered Earth Kingdoms soldiers on the battlefield.

Such are the types of memories her childhood is sprinkled with. And the more she thinks on it, the more she realizes how truly and deeply imprinted the war is on her mind. She doesn’t think that she knows anything else but battles and punishments.

She remembers when her mother stopped loving her. When the woman realized that her baby had already been claimed by propaganda and a sense of patriotic superiority. Azula wishes that the woman would have done something more to keep her from succumbing. From falling so deep into the indoctrination.

She remembers when mother had told her that Lu-Ten had died. That was the night that mother stopped loving her. When mother realized--before anyone else--that something was very wrong with her. That was the night when her father had told her just how proud he was of her.

She was finally the weapon he had been craving.

And now she is broken. The remnants of a once mighty war machine. And in a world without war, she doesn’t have much use. She supposes that it is just as well that she is stuck in this institution. She can’t see herself doing anything anyways. Can’t seem to think up any other purpose for herself.

They mistake her low for recovery. She no longer yells and screams and demands that Zuko and his friends be sent away. She is simply indifferent, it doesn’t matter if they are there or if they aren’t. It doesn’t matter if their happy childhood tales make her tummy tingle with sorrow and longing. Nothing matters. She doesn’t matter.

She had wasted her childhood. Now she is wasting her adolescence. Her life is a waste…

Zuko grips her shoulder. Her blank eyes don’t lift from her palms. Not until he helps her stand and leads her out of the institution. She questions his decision but decides that she can’t be bothered to stir up any trouble anyways, so his decision won’t really leave an impact either way.

“I think that it’ll be good for you to get some fresh air.” Zuko comments. “We’re planning on taking a trip to Kyoshi Island and I thought that you should come with us.”

She furrows her brows, “why would you think that?”

He shrugs. “I guess that I want us to both have a few memories that are just...nice.”

She doesn’t think that this is it.

“We can’t exactly make good childhood memories, but we can do this.”

Azula nods.

“I also thought that it would be good for you to start to...get back into the world so you don’t fall behind.”

“I already have.” She mumbles.

He gives her back a little rub. “You’re not too far behind. Nothing we can’t catch you up on. And besides, we’d like your input on certain things. There’s this new city in the making and we think that you’d be good at helping us plan and fine tune it. You’re good with details.”

“What does that have to do with Kyoshi Island?”

Zuko laughs, “nothing. Kyoshi Island is just going to be a break before we really get into it.”

“I’ve already had a break…”

His smile falters but only for a moment. “I guess that you have. But I’m talking about a real break, Azula. Something that could be fun for you if you’ll give it a try.”

She supposes that, at this point, she is willing to try anything to get rid of the despair and helplessness that has taken root within her soul. “It would help more if I can just have a look at this city. I need something important to do. Something that matters.”

“You will be doing something that matters on Kyoshi Island.”

“Oh.” She quirks a brow.

“You’ll get to have a good time and learn about some new cultures. And you’ll get to watch me struggle with awkwardness. The last time I was on Kyoshi Island I...did some things…”

“How is that important?”

“Because it’s about your health and you matter. You know that, right?”

“Important to who?”

He gives her a gentle hug. “Believe it or not, you’re important to me. And as soon as the others see that you’re not a completely mean and angry person…”

“I’m not angry.” She thinks that she has only ever been angry once, during the comet. Mostly she is just numb and unfeeling. Cold. And maybe that is worse than having a temper. At least a temper can be cooled…

“Trust me, this is going to be good for you. I can’t fix our childhood bet we can make something of the future.”

She doesn’t know if she believes him, but she would like to. At least she is out of that facility. At least she can get back to firebending and relish in freedoms to be rediscovered. He smiles again and she decides that the least she can do is humor him. Either nothing will change at all and she will continue on in her melancholy or he will be right and she will pave herself an adulthood that is warmer than her childhood ever was.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Azulaweek2021 #Azula Week #Fanfiction

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crispychannie · 4 years

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Daisy

Bang Chan x Fem reader

Warnings : smut, fingering, oral, car sex

Word count : 8.5k

Note : I can’t write without context and buildup, so yeah. This is my v first smut in the entirety of my life, please don’t judge if it’s terrible

Summary : Reader teases Chan during her event practice which turns him on. That’s it. That’s the plot

The song Daisy by Ashnikko inspired me to write this

It was past 5 pm. You were at the university preparing for your cultural event which was in a few days and had told Chan to come pick you up.

You had just finished your group dance practice and now were just messing around in the auditorium. Your friends had decided to play random songs and each one of you, acted like you were performing a concert.

“Ahh Y/N-si, you should perform this one.” Your bestfriend said as she played a song. This song was your favourite, it just made you move your body with no control and you loved it.

The music started. Your friends cheered, while you got yourself in character for the performance.

“You don’t wanna see me bratty, pet the kitty call me catty”

you started rapping along with the lyrics, feeling each and every word of it.

—

It was 5:03 pm and he know he was late to pick Y/N up. He parked in front of the university and tried to find his way to the auditorium. He found someone along the halls and asked them for direction and proceeded to walk towards the auditorium.

He could hear faint music, and someone rapping along to the song. He slightly open the door, and peeped in, a smirk appeared on his face when he saw it was you on stage and to the choice of your song. He opened the door a little bit more and slid himself inside and sat himself in the back seats. He knew if you would know he’s here, you’d either drop the act or just come running towards him. But he wanted to watch.

“I’m crazy but you like that, I bite back.”

You harmonised with the song, while looking at your friend in front of the stage.

“Screw ice, glacier with the blue eyes, I’m terrifying.”

You sang and laughed along with the song.

“She’s so into it.” “You gotta dance bro, you gotta dance.” Your friends said to you.

“Okay okay.” You said.

“I’m no Cinderella but I like the shoes, big glass platforms, bitch I’m choosy”

You rapped as you walked along the stage, till the other side of it, you looked towards the door thinking about how Chan was supposed to come pick you up, when you see a distant figure resting their arms on the seat in their front, looking at you. A smile crept onto your face as you recognised that figure as Chan’s.

“I’m no prey but I am pursued”

You looked at him as you walked to the center of the stage. The fact that you knew he was there, eyes fixated on you, gave you a sudden boost of confidence.

“Bow down and kiss on my ring”

you sang along as you did hand gestures matching the lyrics.

“I’m crazy but you like that, I bite back.”

You sang as you formed a claw with your hand to match with the lyrics. You looked over at Chan, he had moved a few seats closer.

“Daisies on your night stand, never forget it.”

Your hand made its way to your neck, as you looked down and looked up with a smirk.

“I blossom in the moonlight.”

You said as you moved your hand from your neck, to your chest, caressing your breast, to your hips earning cheers from your friends. Making sure Chan would feast his eyes.

The hook was twice and in the second part, you walked up to your girl bestfriend, pulling her real close, and softly grinding on her, your hips barely touching but you knew that was enough.

You couldn’t see his expression in the dark but you knew he was licking his lips.

“La la la, la la la, la la la, I’m terrifying”

you then began to do the dance break step of dance racha from their song wow (yk the one with the body rolls and finger snaps).

“Whohooo!!” Your friends cheered and clapped as you bowed and giggled all shy and said thank you. Chan walked towards the stage clapping, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Shall we head home?” He asked with a devilish smile.

“Ah. Sure.” You said and bid your goodbyes.

The walk to the car was off topic, nothing related to what he saw back there. But once you sat in the car, and the drive had started, he said -

“That was quite a performance you put up there for everyone.”

“Did you not like it? It was for you.” You said as you innocently bat your eyes at him.

“If it was for me, it should’ve been in the bedroom, not on the stage with other boys drooling over you moving your hips like that” he said as he moved his hand to your thigh, tightly grasping it.

“Someone’s jealous.” You passed a remark. Chan then pulled over in an empty parking lot.

“I thought this could wait till we get home, but I guess not.” He said as he removed his and your seatbelt and jumped over to the backseat.

“Are you serious?” You raised an eyebrow. He pulled you by your hand into his lap with your legs on either side of him.

He kissed you softly at first, but he got hungrier as he deepened the kiss. His hands made way to your ass, squeezing it. He bit your lower lip and sucked on it, turning it into a shade of purple. With his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you closer, and slid his tongue inside, he parted his lips so now you were sucking on his tongue, he let out a soft groan before he started kissing your neck.

His lips travelled from sucking your neck, marking you harshly, to your ear, where he nibbled on your earlobe and giving you a fuzzy feeling in your tummy. He went back to marking you along your neck and collarbone as his hands found their way to your chest. Finding your bra inconvenient, he unclipped it and removed it from underneath your tee. His lips making their way back to yours, he massaged your breasts slowly, palming your nipples to make them erect. He takes your shirt off and pulls your bare body close before resuming to massage your breasts. He then dug his face between your breasts and pressed them before taking one of them in his mouth. He nibs at your nipple at first, giving it tiny licks and takes it in, sucking and biting on it, while his other hand roughly presses your other breast.

A groan escapes your lips. He switched from one side to the other while doing the same. You bit your lip trying to keep it in, but God it felt amazing. He moves his hands back to pressing your breasts while he made eye contact with you. His pupils dilated and filled with hunger and hair a mess.

He slithered his arm around your waist and laid you down on the seat, while slipping his shirt off as he hovered over you, not breaking eye contact. He then started leaving kisses starting from your lips, neck, chest, stomach and stopped above the button of your jeans. He looked at you as he sat between your legs, and waited before he unbuttoned your jeans as you gave him a nod. He threw your jeans in the front.

“My baby’s already wet for me.” He said as he gave kitten licks on the fabric of your panties. You locked your fingers in his hair as the heat between your legs grew.

“Chan...please...” you said, sounding desperate.

“Please what, babygirl?” He asked as he ran his finger in circles over the fabric.

“Make me cum..” you begged.

“You think I’m gonna let you off so easily after that stunt you’ve pulled?” He pushes your panties to the side and stroked your folds with his tongue.

“And what did I tell you? Who am I?”

“Chris.. please...” you moaned as the fire inside you grew, desperately wanting him inside of you.

“Will you behave then angel?” He asked as he rubbed his thumb at the end of your clit.

“Yes..” you breathe out.

“Yes what?” He said as he stopped stimulating you.

“Yes Chris, I’ll behave.”

“Good girl.” He said as he ripped away your panties and pressed his lips to your core, licking and sucking before ramming his tongue inside making you squirm in his mouth. He continued eating you out while he rubbed the upper part of your core with his thumb making you arch your back into his mouth. He held your hips down with one hand as he parted his lips from your clit, while having a string of your juices connected to his lips. He then licked his lips and moved up to kiss you. You could taste your juices in his mouth, he then brought his hand between the both of and between your legs and started rubbing your wet core, making you moan in his mouth.

“Chris...” is all you could say before he inserted his fingers inside of you, hitting every spot perfectly, moaning in his ear while he left hickeys on your neck and collar bone. You soon reached your high and you could feel a knot in your stomach.

“Chris... I need to cum...” you said between pants.

“Cum for me angel.” He whispered in your ear as he placed his mouth at your core, his hands holding your things on his shoulders, swallowing and licking every drop of your juice. Your grip in his hair loosened as you breathed heavily.

“We should do this again.” You said with your eyes half closed.

“Oh, should we?” He said as he kissed your lips giving you a taste of yourself.

“Let’s go home so we can finish this.” You said. He smirked at your words and helped you dress up.

“Let’s go.”

#bang chan imagines #bangchan #bangchan x reader #bangchanimagines #bangchanxreader #chan imagines #skz #skzimagines #bangchansmut #chansmut #bangchanxfemreader #bang Chan x fem reader #skzsmut #skz smut #bangchanlemon #skz lemon

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gmariam19 · 3 years

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Should we put trigger warnings for quarantine fics? If you've had a bad experience with the pandemic during the last year, this is about Finn and Poe being placed in quarantine on the Falcon. It's not dark and depressing at all, but fyi just in case you need to pass. I'll put something in the tags, too!

I finally wrote a Finnpoe quarantine scene! There were so many at the beginning of this, but 18 months in and I've finally put Finn and Poe in quarantine myself.

So, yes - this goes with the last three I've posted, but it's probably my favorite so far, so it gets its own post. Plus the other one was getting too long.

The fic is a five times fic and evolving a little more toward five times they could have and one time they did. Or something like that! I've written four out of five so far, but I'm still trying to decide how to approach the last ones - points of view, happy or sad, who says what, etc. It could go a lot of ways, and I want it to be at least a smidge different.

Anyway, enjoy this one! Happy Monday! :)

4. Quarantine

“We’re both infected,” Finn announces as he returns from the cockpit of the Falcon after talking to Dr. Kalonia. “Quarantine for at least three days.” Poe is still sitting dejectedly at the dejarik table where Finn left him, staring at nothing as he ignores the glass of juice and small meal in front of him. He also ignores Finn until Finn is literally standing in front of him.

“Poe?” he asks. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Oh, hey buddy,” Poe replies, as if he’s just realized Finn is there. He looks up and squints at him with a grimace. “It’s bright in here. I didn’t hear anything.”

Finn is not sure what the lights have to do with Poe’s hearing, but it’s clear that Poe feels even worse than he did ten minutes ago. He dims the iights and sits down next to the pilot, pushing the other man’s food forward. “You should eat something. Dr. Kalonia says so.”

Poe snorts and picks at his food. “She’s mean. And probably wrong.”

“She’s a doctor,” Finn points out. “And she’s not wrong. You look like shit, and I’ll probably look the same by tomorrow.” Kalonia had said the virus was extremely contagious, intense but short-lived. She had also warned him Poe was a terrible patient when he was sick. Finn has seen Poe injured, watched the pilot’s stubborn determination to either ignore it and carry on as if he’s fine, or do everything possible to recover as fast as he can and get back to work. Apparently, Poe’s responses to things like fever, chills, body aches, and fatigue are far more melodramatic.

“She wouldn’t let me fly once with a cold,” Poe tells him. “A kriffing cold! Said the pressure would mess with my head too much, could blow out my eyes and ears. I think she was making it up.” He pauses, turns to Finn with sad eyes. “And sorry if I look like shit, but I feel like it too.”

“I know you do.” Finn digs deep for patience, sensing Kalonia was spot on. She said to just let Poe wallow in order to preserve Finn’s own sanity, but Finn doesn’t want to abandon his friend. He really does look miserable, and Finn is dreading the start of his own symptoms. “Kalonia’s just looking out for us. She said the virus doesn’t last long, we should be over it quick.”

“She still locked us up in here, didn’t she?” Poe asks. He pushes his plate away and leans back. “Three days? What the hell are we going to do for three days?” He sounds even more upset about it than Finn had anticipated. Did Poe have big plans? Does he not want to be stuck in one place for so long? Is he missing someone back on the base?

“We can catch up on some sleep,” Finn jokes. “Or our reports. Maybe Snap can get us some holovids to watch, or we can—” He stops at the scornful look on Poe’s face. “What? It’s only three days.”

“Three days!” Poe exclaims. He waves his arms over his head, barely misses hitting Finn. “Trapped in here, alone, with nothing to do, for three days! When we could be out there, doing something, making a difference. We gotta head back to Sinta Glacier next week, you know.”

“Hang on,” Finn says. He knows he shouldn’t get too involved given that he was already warned off by a professional, but he’s going to anyway. Because Poe’s reluctance to quarantine feels personal, somehow. Like he doesn’t want to be with Finn for three days. “You’re not alone, I’m here too, and we can—”

Poe snorts again, and Finn stops, gives him an exasperated (and probably hurt) look. “So spending three days with me is that bad, is it? Sorry for the inconvenience, then.”

Poe’s eyes widen comically, and he leans forward so much he almost falls into Finn, clutching his shoulders. “No! No, buddy, of course not! But three days with me? You’d be better off alone—or maybe dead!”

“Don’t be ridiculous—of course I wouldn’t be better off,” Finn tells him. Melodramatic, indeed: Poe could win awards. “I don’t like being alone, you know that. And dead is even worse.”

“You’ve never been stuck with me, not like this,” Poe mutters. “I’m a terrible patient.”

“I can tell. But I’ve never been sick, so maybe I am too,” Finn replies, then continues before Poe can make a comment about either statement. “Besides, we’ve shared blankets and beds —hell, we even pretended to be kriffing married to get those parts and intel we needed a few weeks ago. I think we can make it three days with killing each other.”

Poe stares at him, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes brimming with…well, something. Tears, mucus, deep feelings? “I love your optimism.”

Finn rolls his eyes. “Well, I don’t like your doubts, so get rid of them. We can do this. We’ve made it through crazier things than this.” Which is absolutely true when Finn thinks about the incident with Chewie and the red dress. He shakes the image out of his mind.

Poe’s shoulders droop as he sighs heavily. He lets his head fall to the table. “Quarantine. Why did it have to be quarantine?” He lifts his head and offers Finn a watery smile, reaches out to lay a hand on his arm. “I’m glad it’s with you, buddy.”

“And I’m glad it’s with you, too—but we are definitely not sharing a bed this time,” Finn says, earning a laugh from Poe that ends in a groan as he lays his head down again. Finn rubs his shoulders, thinking about that particular mission. It had actually been okay, sharing a bed—perfectly fine, maybe even a little nice, but they are sick after all. And definitely not together, no matter what Marri Kir had thought.

Sometimes Finn wonders why, and if it will ever change.

And then he sneezes violently, and his head starts pounding, and he knows it probably won’t happen in quarantine.

#Finnpoe #Stormpilot #Poe Dameron #finn (star wars)#Fanfic #Five plus one #illness #quarantine #quarantine fic #sick fic #trigger warning #Poe gets sick #And he's not a good patient

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New SpaceTime out Wednesday: SpaceTime 20210421 Series 24 Episode 44 Mars did not dry up all at once A new study shows that Mars didn’t lose its water all at once, but over a series of wetter and dryer periods ending about three billion years ago. Space junk conference The European Space Agency is currently hosting the 8th European Conference on Space Debris in Darmstadt, Germany. Starlink 24 launch SpaceX has launched its 24th Starlink mission carrying 60 more broadband satellites into orbit. The Science Report Studies confirm kids are less likely to spread SARS-CoV-2. Growing concerns about West Antarctica’s Thwaites Doomsday Glacier. Canberra to purchase additional P-8A Poseidon maritime surveillance aircraft. New study claims drinking beetroot juice is good for improving vascular and cognitive health. Alex on Tech: Australians spending up to six hours a day on their smart phones. SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences. The show is available every Monday, Wednesday and Friday through Apple Podcasts (itunes), Stitcher, Google Podcast, Pocketcasts, SoundCloud, Bitez.com, YouTube, your favourite podcast download provider, and from www.spacetimewithstuartgary.com SpaceTime is also broadcast through the National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio and on both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio. SpaceTime daily news blog: http://spacetimewithstuartgary.tumblr.com/ SpaceTime facebook: www.facebook.com/spacetimewithstuartgary SpaceTime Instagram @spacetimewithstuartgary SpaceTime twitter feed @stuartgary SpaceTime YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/SpaceTimewithStuartGary SpaceTime -- A brief history SpaceTime is Australia’s most respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two and a half million downloads a year. The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, spaceflight, and science. SpaceTime features interviews with leading Australian scientists about their latest research. The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network. Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor. Gary – who had been invited to undertake a PHD in Astronomy -- wrote, produced and hosted StarStuff, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience (based on the ABC’s Neilsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth). The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually. However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and after a redirection of available finances to increase sport and horse racing coverage. Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could continue the show independently. The show was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016. Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer technology, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is now published three times a week and is also available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

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jgcdktwrfewwefew I had an idea for some Overking Glacier angst? In regards to the thing about Cole reconnecting the two islands? Since that's a pretty damn big power use and I don't think he'd be able to move a landmass without some sort of boost (maybe the master of Earth's elemental burst thing? But like, x100 lmao) he'd probably pass out for like, weeks afterwards or something. And Overking Zane is just,, kinda worried now. Sorry if this is intruding or anything, the idea popped into my head!

Dude this is in no way intruding holy crap this is an amazing idea. God this really gets the creative juices flowing.

Legit, I am down to hear any ideas that anyone has for anything it's just awesome!!!

Imagine, Cole having to use so much of his power to drag the two islands together. The shifting of the water in between would cause air pressure changes above so this power could legitimately change the weather. Its a dark night when he starts, but by the end with water lapping up at his knees and his eyes closed there's a torrential downpour happening.

Obviously, through the entire process we've had a small battle of ninja and Overlord, the team for obvious reasons trying to get to Cole to just make him stop. All they have to do is get there, all they have to do is break his contact with the ground. They legitimately have to lift him and all it would take is a second break of concentration and the odds would be that Cole wouldn't have the energy to restart the process all over again. They know its taxing, dangerous even. If they interrupt it, the level of power that he's currently using would not be attained a second time.

But they don't get there. They can't get past the Overlord.

And as the two landmasses make contact, the seam where the land meets land glows orange for a second, across the entire coast. As if the two are stitching themselves together. A darksanded beach merging with Ninjagos almost powdery white.

Not a second after its all done, the battle dying down because what is there to fight towards now. They still want to get to Cole, but the damage they'd tried to prevent had been done.

Cole has a moment, knelt down, staring at his hands in the dirt. They're streaked with flickering orange veins, sparking like tiny solar flares. Then his eyes dim, the purple in them disappearing before they roll back into his head and he drops like a puppet with his strings severed down to the sand.

Then as you said, Cole would be out for weeks. But hear me out, it's Zane that looks after him. The Overlord doesn't care about Cole other than the power he can provide but Zane does care. And what better way to keep someone in check than to make them agree to specific demands?

"Look after your him, then. Make sure he survives and wakes up, but when I push you back into your mind, you stop fighting."

#OverKing AU #ninjago #cole #cole ninjago #zane #zane ninjago #overlord zane #overlord ninjago #mcfanely aus #mcfanely speaks #Asks #fireybushigal

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Wands and Potions: NCT dream & WayV

Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead with the chapter, thank you.

Chapter 18:

[02:16PM]

[20th of October]

“Do you even know what he was using the tentacle juice for?”

The huffs became frequent and the more Lyra questioned the more Selene became tired. Was this really necessary? And why was she being so unbelievably nosy?

“No, and frankly I don’t need to know.” the walking stopped halting the trail the two created in the thick fluffy snow that covered the earth. “because I don’t care.”

“You should, Liu could be plo-” a snicker stopped Lyra’s chapped lips from blurting her thoughts. “Plotting? Is that what you were going to say? He’s plotting against me. Or maybe its against you? Or even Jinsoul.” The words spat back at Lyra.

The brunette took her lips between her teeth, her fingers took the red and golden threads of the scarf wrapped across her chest, fiddling with the bare edges. Selene was already on edge and the change of demeanour pushed her off.

“Hey, I’m not going to feel sorry for you, so don’t give me that pathetic look.” Her fingers ran through her golden roots, her hair had turned a shade darker with the coming of winter making it lose the fiery glimmer in it.

“You all need to stop telling me how to act or feel.” She rolled her eyes leaving the brunette standing there stiff and alone, the only speck of colour on a blank sheet of white for miles.

The creaking door slid open letting a gust of cold biting chill mix in with the heated warmth of the shop. The three broomsticks was a place where the youngsters could chill and relax. The ancient and rustic feel made it close to home for some.

It wasn’t the same for Selene.

“You need to start talking to her again, Scorpius you can’t just igno-” “Oh but he can,” she shuddered, the witch dropped the scarf and slid the robes off her shoulders setting them next to her. Sparing a glance at Albus, Selene sympathised with the blonde boy before her.

“And why is that?”

“She’s being awfully nosy, quite bitchy too.”

“Just because you aren’t on good terms it doesn’t mean he has to ignore his own sister.” Albus shuffles closer his tone drops to a minimal whisper. Selene rubbed her hands trying to heat up the ice cold blue tinted flesh.

“Also, what happened to innocent sweet Selene?”

“Oh her?” her arm lifted to signal the server, “she’s usually what most see if they don’t know me too well. Ask Scorpius.”

The glance left Selene and moved towards the empty blonde boy next to him. No response came. His head lulled above his fist pushing the skin upwards, hair covering his glacier orbs.

“You ok?” the ginger placed her hand upon his, she felt his fingers twitch, there was no warmth in his touch. Inside her chest, the breathing became a little harder, an exasperated sigh left her.

“It’s hard, I know. but you have to believe your father did this for a good reason. And now you can let her move in, you’ve always said you wanted a sister.”

“Move in? After my mother’s death?” his voice dripped with poison. It was a little loud gaining attention from the tables nearby. Jisung sent the most blood curdling nape shivering stare at Selene from across the bar. His eyes were hard-rimmed and fixed, so much so that it was as if he was not able to move his eyeballs.

If looks could kill. The ginger would have disintegrated instantly.

So would Albus have with what Scorpius was sending him.

“Keep it down a little.”

“I am not going to replace my mother any time soon.” He spat back.

“You need her, Scorpius think about it, she will help you and your father get through this. Lyr-” the death glares the two sent made him rethink his choice of words. “Ehem… I- mean she is a girl after all.”

Selene sipped the jug of glowering orange liquid letting it sting the back of her throat slightly. She needed it. Secretly, it was the only thing she was feeling nowadays.

“Rose Weasley can take her in. After all, the two are half-sisters.” His voice was stiff and cut at the end, it was like his throat was clogged. Scorpius hated this topic. He didn’t want to talk about it.

The others sensed that.

“And you, cut the long night walks with that German Durmstrang boy.”

“Whys that? Am I bothering you in any way?”

“No actually, its not me you’re bothering but-” A hand slapped the two lips that were moving of their own accord. Selene didn’t think nothing of it, but she missed the alarmed state that Albus was in.

“You shouldn’t be walking around he grounds late at night. Its dangerous.”

“Did little miss snitch tell you I was sneaking out late? I knew it!” she turned to the deflated boy. “This is why you shouldn’t talk to her just yet.” She finished her words with another gulp taking in the tingling sensation.

“Selene, I’m being serious, it shouldn’t matter who told me, this is for your own safety.”

“Why does everyone hate him so much?” the witch continued taking larger gulps the farther she got towards the bottom of the cup.

“Can you calm down; you must be really thirsty.”

Selene chuckled but before a word could be uttered, she lifted the closest free hand towards her head, she felt dizzy and her eyes were going blurry.

“Why’s everything spinning?” a murmur left her lips. It was mumbled aloud. A chair dragging across the wooden polished floor was heard in the distance and someone’s figure made their presence known next to her.

“Did she drink from this?” snatching the cup from the table Chenle grabbed it sniffing the few sips left in the cup.

“Yeah, why?”

Selene didn’t see the glare sent towards the table chenle was situated at before he came over, she also didn’t see the way he dropped the few paper bills on the table.

She did feel his strong hand grasp tightly onto her arm and shoulder helping her out of her chair. The daze she was in was getting stronger. Her knees felt week from the sudden force of standing but she pushed through on his command.

“Whats going on?” the question was left unanswered as she was dragged out tumbling next to him as they ventured into the freezing cold.

She had left her robe and scarf at the bar, shivering and dizzy Selene moved to lean onto his arm. Sliding the other across her waist he pulled her to a nearby stable.

“Why did you drink it knowing its full of poison?” he strained. She wasn’t on good terms with him. Actually, she despised the blonde mixed boy.

“Answer me!” his voice rose. Selene couldn’t really see that well her head was pounding, and it was starting to get even worse.

“I-I can’t see clearly. My eyes…” “What… whats going on?” she lifted her fingers to eyes level but all she saw was a messy blur of what used to be HD clear vision. Thin strips of cream-brown against white.

“You took a morbus potion. From your symptoms only a few drops, too much could have killed you.” A silent pause registered between the two, she was confused and the last few words he had said really hit clear. I could have died; I never finished the glass. I could have…

“I’ve taken no such thing.”

“It was in the drink,” his voice was hard, it was like he had a rock lodged in his mouth. “Someone must have slipped it in.”

“I feel like I-” holding her lips shut with her hands she felt something sinister crawl up her throat it blocked her breathing and restricted her normal body flow. Defying gravity and her disaccord of its appearance. Please no, not here…

“Get it out of your system.” His tone lightened slightly, or maybe it was her hearing things. Why would his tone change anyway Selene was over listening into things that didn’t matter right now.

“Take this.” He handed her a bottle it contained a liquid of some sort that didn’t look too familiar, she stared at it cautiously as if it would transfigure into a centipede.

“I don’t want to.”

She was able to push down the thick trickling of crimson blood

“It’s already gone this far, how do I know this isn’t going to kill me?” Selene didn’t move her head she just lifted her eyes staring him up, the trust was gone. It was hidden, locked away until he took the key out. But she didn’t expect the answer he gave her…

He sighed dropping his hand before looking away his eyes glanced anywhere but her face. The breath that left his dry, chapped lips evaporated into smoke coalescing itself into the air.

“Good point,” he pressed his lips into a thin line. “Why would I stop you from drinking the rest of the jug back then?”

Selene glanced down, his face had no show of remorse and it had a blank expression plastered onto it. She couldn’t maintain eye contact at all. It felt pointless.

His words made sense though…

“Drink it all.”

Listening to him, she took the first sip hesitantly, not minding the bitter taste. It felt heavy on her tongue but she too it in accepting it was good for her.

“You’ll be alright.” he muttered the words, in the wintery cold that surrounded them Selene felt her heart warm up slightly. She would never admit it now but it felt nice having someone look out. Even if it was with a frown and a dry response.

[09:15PM]

Selene felt drained. Absolutely exhausted and while she did love nothing but a good rest she still had to do her night duties before she finally could rest this included the lengthy check and route of the whole 2nd floor and near the library.

It would have been 10 times easier- not to mention faster- if it wasn’t for the bratty 3rd year that refused to help her out. The job was specifically made for two yet she never showed up. But the ginger couldn’t bring it in her debilitated self to spend any longer than necessary looking for the young student.

“For fuck sake…” selenes face fell completely. She was aggravated to the max now, which can be added to the list of emotions she was feeling. The last thing she’d expect to see was the young student supposed to be helping her helping her own needs.

The sound of lips against lips filled the air and half of her internally cringed, the lewd sounds filling the air too fast to comprehend. God did she wish to wash out her ears with soap. But as she left a figment of her imagination removed the figure of the male student much older than the girl and placed a charming and devilish German student that had been taking up to much of her mind lately.

For a short second, it was barely comprehensible. his light caress and soft touch was all she yearned for. She shook her head continuing all the rounds she needed to finish. The guilt inside her built up daily but she pressed it down.

During the cold and wintery days. The gloom that was slowly being foreshadowed around the castle, Yangyang was the only source of happiness and joy she found. He filled her with something so intangible and sensual it was so difficult to describe.

And Selene felt herself change bit by bit, she tried to subconsciously hold back. Avoiding him on certain days and cancelling scheduled meet ups but it was inevitable, Yangyang was slowly yet voraciously devouring every inch of her being. She could feel it in the way she looked at him. The way her thoughts where changing. Her desires were developing.

Something once so innocent – a touch from him – a simple sensory fondle. Turned into a carnal and instinctual hunger that he had awoken in her. What was I turning into?…

[Selene Pov]

I felt that relief I craved for when I entered the dorms. Red or green it never mattered when I was weak in the knees. I looked at my bed like a man who was stranded in the dessert looked at fresh water.

“Look who’s here...”

“Please don’t start.” I knew this was going to be rough getting past the two crow-like girls at their beds but I didn’t expect their beady eyes glaring in the pitch dark the cool toned shadow casting harsh shapes across their faces.

“What?”

“We know what you borrowed.” A sigh left her lips as Jinny finished speaking, but the sly raven next to her muttered “She really stole it…” “Ravelle!”

“I didn’t do anything.” A frustrated exhale left my own lips. They wouldn’t know a thing because I never let them know about anything. It wasn’t their business.

“Does this ring a bell to you?” Ravelle stood up waving a slither of tentacula its sticky residue dripping from its end.

“Yeah.” I simply muttered, shrugging and to Ravelle’s shock. She probably thought I was going to deny everything.

“It’s what you mix every morning to slap” I lightly tapped my fingers onto her cheeks “onto your face, what was it for again- oh right. Your beautiful visuals… right?” I rolled my eyes after feigning thought.

The sniggers didn’t go unnoticed from Jinny who had rolled back onto her bed fully. The glimmer in her beading eyes was picked up by the light rays of moonlight sheathed inside.

“Don’t you dare make fun of my natural face masks and answer me truthfully.” Her voice picked up in volume.

“You’re pathetic.” Ravelle spat back after no response from me.

“You’d really love to know what was in that wrap I held before, don’t you?” I edged coyly. I loved having her on edge like this. But it wouldn’t last too long…

“Sit down.”

I motioned to sit down pointing for her to do as I say.

“There’s no point in getting mad now since it’s already over. There is nothing you could do about it.” I couldn’t help but stop myself from giggling slightly. It was too good.

“I gave the wrap of tentacula away. It wasn’t for me anyways.” I smiled

Ravelle started feeling uncomfortable, she shifted from her position awkwardly. Blinking multiple times.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean Gryffindor or any house for a matter of fact is going nowhere. This year belongs to Durmstrang and I just made sure they got a head start.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Ravelle’s eyes went as wide as saucers, “What have you done? Selene!” Jinny’s voice piped up for the first time, the shriek in her voice prominent.

“You’ll find out soon.” I sniggered, a smirk coming up to form at my lips.

“Shit shi- Guys! You won’t believe this!” the doors to the main dormitories slam open and in came a breathless and beyond petrified Irene, the young girl held her posture against her shaking knees.

The worry evident in her chewed dry lips and pale yellow face. A few more moments and it looked like she was about to throw up.

“They, the- oh god.” It’s like realisation flushed her face, Irene was gobsmacked she frowned glancing at the two girls that were accusing me. Jinny flipped over to see the ghastly expression Irene adorned.

“What is it, spit it out already!”

“James. And uh- Well James potter and his friends they got severely injured.”

“WHAT?” the screech was pitched so high I was surprised it didn’t shatter the clouded glass of the window. All three of us flinched.

“Calm down Ravelle,” Jinny pushed past, fixing her hair. She smiled gently towards the terrified girl. “How did they get injured, tell me what happened clearly” after a few seconds of sharp breaths, Irene spoke shuddering the words I had wanted to hear since I gave the plant to him.

“Well, they got injured last night in the pre battle for the lead in the tournament. Someone had put a certain strange plant in their soup.”

“It was- uh… it’s almost fatal for some.” The last few words were muttered but I heard everything as clearly as I could.

At some point I doubted myself, my ears had to be making up sounds for me to hear and feel accomplished. It couldn’t have worked that well.

“It wasn’t just them. The other houses reported similar symptoms to them earlier.” Another young Gryffindor peeped through the wooden door squeaking quietly.

“Get lost pipsqueak!” Ravelle threw the remains of tentacula at the doorway, “I’ll deal with you later. You’ve done something!”

Her eyes screamed anger she was Enraged, Ravelle hit boiling point. Her body buzzing with a fury that could only be calmed with the sight of her secret lover safe.

“Yeah yeah,” I waved my hand swatting her as she stormed off. She couldn't do a thing.

This was only the beginning of things…

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