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crheativity · 4 months

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…YOUR CALL.

SUMMARY: The time has come for you to depart from Twisted Wonderland. Fortunately, it might not need to be forever.

WARNINGS: This is angsty, but with a happy ending!

COMMENTS: asdfjhgh writing via dictation is hard, I can’t think and talk at the same time apparently LOL, enjoy!

(Find part 1 here)

“What are you doing here?” Ace asked, suspicious. “Shouldn’t you be in tutoring sessions with Riddle right now?”

Ace and Grim were standing outside of Crowley’s office. He had been wondering why headmage had suddenly wanted to see him and Grim, and now that Deuce had arrived, he was even more confused. He didn’t think he had done anything wrong — at least, nothing worth talking to the principal about. And now Deuce was here too.

Curiouser and curiouser.

“Well, I should be,” Deuce replied, “ but I suddenly got a summons from Crowley. Riddle agreed to postpone the lesson as this is probably a lot more important.”

“Yeah no kidding.” Ace crossed his arms. “Got any idea what we’re here for?”

“Not unless you’ve done something wrong.” Deuce grumbled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Hey! That was uncalled for. I’ve gotten a lot better lately.” Ace huffed and rolled his eyes.

That was true, Deuce thought. We both have.

In the months you’ve been away, a lot has changed. Deuce had thrown himself into his studies and his track team meets, Ace had started (reluctantly) babysitting Grim and focusing on basketball a lot more and Grim was trying harder than ever to become the best mage he could be.

Yet they never forgot you.

Every day, at least one of them would make the long walk to Ramshackle. They would ensure that the place was neat and tidy and that there were still snacks in the cupboard. After all, you were supposed to be coming back soon, right?

…Right?

No matter how hard they tried to contact you, they never heard anything from you. They never saw you online. You never sent that promised message that you were okay.

None of them wanted to admit it, but they were worried.

“At any rate, we should head inside. It’s just about time.” Deuce said, glancing at his watch.

“Do you guys think this might have something to do with…?” Grim interrupted nervously.

Silence. Ace and Deuce glanced at each other.

“Best not to get our hopes up.” Ace said cheerfully, though neither Deuce nor Grim could miss the strain in his voice. He hastily knocked on the door.

“Come in!” The headmage’s voice called out.

Taking a deep breath, they opened the door.

“Ah, how wonderful it is to see the three of you again!” Crowley exclaimed with a smile. He got up from behind his desk and made his way towards the three of them. “How have your studies been of late?”

“Er, fine, thanks.” Ace replied, awkwardly. He definitely wasn’t expecting that.

“Excellent, excellent! No doubt due in some small part to my excellent guidance, no?” He clapped his hands together. “Ah, my kindness truly knows no bounds!”

“Um, headmage?” Deuce asked, “What is it that you wanted to talk to us about?”

Crowley grinned.

“Ah yes, about that. You see, I am a generous man.” Crowley laced his fingers behind his back and started to pace in front of them. “I care for my students—“

Ace snorted, and Deuce stood on his foot. Crowley shot a glare at the two of them.

“Ahem. As I was saying, I care for my students, and try to make myself aware of their behaviours on campus so that I may reward those who do good deeds and punish those who failed to comply with the rules. Are you following?”

Ace, Deuce and Grim shared a glance.

“Not particularly.” Ace replied.

Crowley groaned. “I am simply trying to express my gratitude for your continuing, and unwavering maintenance of the Ramshackle dorm, and for your continued hope in the magicless Prefect’s return.”

Their hearts sank. Was that all he wanted?

“Of course, such impressive dedication must be rewarded, no?” Crowley nodded, staring at the door to his office behind them.

“We’re getting a reward?” Ace asked, confused,

“Why of course! If you will turn around and look.”

The three of them turned around—

And gasped.

“Hi!” You grinned at the three of them. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t contact you guys sooner, apparently my Wi-Fi is different from your Wi-Fi so the phone didn’t wo—“

Before you could finish your sentence, two pairs of arms had reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Wrapping your arms around them, you held your two best friends close.

“I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too, Prefect.” Deuce mumbled, giving you an extra squeeze.

“Please don’t leave ever again.” Ace muttered, and Deuce nodded vehemently.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it for at least—“

“Henchman!”

Extracting yourself from the hug, you looked around to see Grim standing in front of you. tears sprung up in your eyes at the sight of him.

“Grim!” You began to make your way towards him, planning to scoop him into a hug.

“Not so fast!” Grim exclaimed. He was clearly very happy to see you, but someone had to maintain appearances. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, leaving your master on his own for so long!”

“What do you mean on your own, huh?” Ace retorted. “I’ve had to babysit you this entire time!”

“Yes yes, you’ve been a very good substitute henchman I suppose.” Grim waved Ace’s comments away. “But that does not excuse the fact that my henchman abandoned me!”

Ace scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Grim.” You did your best to appear contrite. “I’ll buy some tuna to make up for it?”

“Better be the best tuna Twisted Wonderland has to offer.” Grim crossed his paws, trying to appear angry, but the smile on his face, and the tears in his eyes, gave him away.

You scooped the cat into a tight squeeze. “Of course it will be.”

“Well then,” Grim spoke happily, returning the hug. “I suppose I can reinstate you as my henchman.”

“Job’s all yours” Ace grumbled.

“Ah, such a happy reunion! Aren’t I so generous, spending all that time finding a way for the Prefect to return, hm?”

You grinned. You’d almost missed the headmage’s benevolent speeches.

You sighed happily.

“I’m back.”

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

#Rhea’s TWST fics~!#Ace Trappola #ace trappola x reader #Deuce Spade #deuce spade x reader #TWST x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #HAPPY ENDING WOO

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guardian-of-da-gay · 9 months

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On the one hand idk how I feel about the Wachowskis putting the boys in school cuz like 1.) not sure that the boys' existence is anything more than an open secret in Green Hills and 2.) the thought of Sonic the Hedgehog having to take algebra seems sacrilegious.

On the other hand I love the idea of Knuckles going to school and doing very poorly cuz why are there letters in his math? Math is about numbers! What do you mean 'symbolism'? The curtains are blue because they're blue it doesn't mean anything! Also he did independent research and it seems there are many inaccuracies in the history textbook!

And you're telling him the world is full of invisible creatures called 'microbes' but you don't believe in chaos energy, which you can see? "Look, I'll show you!" He sparks up and gets sent to the principal's --where he's a regular cuz he asks a lot of questions is disruptive.

Except Spanish. He's acing Spanish. They think he's cheating at first but they test him apart from the other students and he still gets 100%. They ask him how he's doing so well and he shrugs it off like "Once you memorize the grammar rules and the exceptions to the grammar rules, it's just learning all the vocabulary and expressions." He speaks so many languages, to him this sounds easy.

#me rambling #knuckles headcanons #knuckles wachowski #knuckles the echidna #scu #sonic the movie 2 #eventually Maddie and Tom send him to a different school #where he can live his best ND life and get an education

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beelzebubbutachef · 2 years

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What if Yuu accidentally summon a child from a unknown timeline ?! Part 3

02 | ... | 04

Awaiting your doom, you stayed still but you were slapped literally back to reality by someone when nothing happen after a few moment.

"oh shoot. I'm still alive...? Sadge." You complained which made the person who slapped you before, once more slap you back to your sanity this time.

"Can you please stop that..." You now complaining about the pain of your cheeks getting abuse. You rub your cheeks and thought of something. 'I wonder if people would think it be weird if I said I want to be slapped again...' your mind state is now processing that a super star just slapped you.

Even through it's a super star of another world, being slapped by one, is one out hundred percent chances of happening.

"epel epel did you get that scene recorded? Ahahahahahaha. A comedic gold sight of a drama queen. Ahahaha."(ace)

"of course! I'll send it later!"(Epel)

"you two! Your both being mean!"(deuce)

"I'll send you one too!" (ace)

"...send me that now! Ahahaha"(deuce)

You heard your friends laughter's and you suddenly have an urge to throw the kid at their direction like a pokemon to KO their chodasaurus rex.

You take a deep breath and swallow the desire for vengeance. You will do it later. You look around and realize that Ortho is being hold captive by Epel Unique magic and there still your senior Bylur dying in the floor by laughter's with idia who seems to be lying in the floor like a dead corpse, not moving even a bit.

"Yuu..." The principal starts and you no longer want to hear more of his chitchat. You know you have no way to say to this, this person is going to blackmail or make you do it either way. So you listen while the kid who seems to like you enough to stay glue around your feet listen, in silently.

"what's your name?"

"..."

"do you like chocolate or vanilla?"

"..."

You want to hit a child but would not want to be sent to jail for child abuse. You been asking the child for the nth time 20 question quiz, you will get to know him better and try to defend him from being tormented by people who hate his guts for the evil deeds he did in one day.

Vil who happen to listen in to your chitchat with the child takes an apple and throw it to the young one. Through you did hear him whisper his unique magic.

The moment the child caught the apple with sparkling eyes. Vil eyes stared down at him like an evil man.

"name." He ask the child, who froze up and start to speak.

"...Ligma-" you stared waiting for him to finish his full name but you saw him smirk, his smirk reminded you of someone. " Ball. "

You sure don't know what to say but this kid is daring. And you have to stop Vil from choking him like from Simpsons.

After a long chat with Vil that this is just a kid, maybe his parents told him that never talk to stranger and such. He rolled his eyes but seems agree on that way the child parents teach him, the world is dangerous for kids after all.

But in this case through. Everyone in the world is in danger around the child instead.

Some time later, when your force to stay with Vil since it's the two of you who's paired up and gain this mess. Making you stay at his dorm, since he reject the idea of staying at your dorm.

"dirty and beat up place that principal don't even pay a cent to fix? You expect me to go there ? And to live there?" -says the super star who once stayed at that place some time ago.

You actually want to go back to your cozy bed that clearly not dirty and now fix because of good fae friend of yours. but the child won't leave you be. He will cry like a siren and wake up the undead. He will also do this when you go to your dorm with him, might as well add that he taken vil room as his own room. The moment he saw it.

"MY ROOM, MY ROOM!!" says the child who climb to the bed with his dirty cloths. It was a force of three people to stop the adult from commiting first degree murder.

"henchmen. Your going to stay to this dorm then? It mean I'm the full dorm warden for whole night!" Grim who happen to asleep the whole day of the mess visited you at Pomefiore after hearing the news from Ace and Deuce.

He was laughing when he recalled it through. It seems that he watch some clips of the video you sent to your friends.

"thanks grim. I'll give some can tuna once this is done." You pat grim head which made him smirk as if his proud of himself that his very trustworthy to be left on his own.

You watch Grim left from the window, and heard the door open.

Currently you were in the living room of the dorm while others are force to put beauty product on their faces. Your also force but your first on in line, with the help of the beautiful dorm head to do it with you. He was doing it very aggressively it made you rub your cheeks when you remember what happen.

──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─ An Hour and haft before->

Vil, squish your cheeks and with a smile he began to chat with you: say prefect, do you know how lucky you are right now?"

You don't know if drowning and suffocating from beauty product ever happen to be the cause of someone death, you felt, your going to be the first one from how thich his applying it and almost leaving no space to breath. "whwut... Hwelpwwwwpp---" your voice is shut as he put a lip mask and coldly stared at you as if warning you, that if you drop the lip mask—thats not the only thing that's going to drop on the floor.

He began to pull out some face massager from a cabinet. And those things scares you as you saw it light some electric current and shadowed his face that look menacingly villain.

"if your going to stay here, you need to follow the rules of my dorm. And we don't allow potatos here. Only beautiful human." You felt insulted but you can't say but internally screams as make over takes horror to next level.

<-present time ───❀*̥˚───❀*̥•

You unconsciously back away when you saw it's Vil with the Mini Vil who look very refresh as if he went to a manicure and spa day.

The mini one eyes sparkle when he saw you and went to hug your legs again. You still don't understand why this kid seems attach to you but still run away from you two earlier and cause trouble to people future generation.

Speaking of future generation...' you remember what happen to Vil earlier and began a talk you probably would regret not a second later:

"hey vil how's your sperm count? Haha weren't you KOed earlier ? I'm worried if your genes gonna end with you--AHAHAHAA--"you felt very confident that you laugh but you saw a demon raise from hell when you stared back to the fellow prefect.

" OH MY SEVEN IM SO SORRY PLEASE DONT BEAT ME UP!!" You cower behind the sofa. You do know Vil can pack a punch and beat people up without even using his magic on you.

"how nosy. It's already late yet you still yell?" You heard him sigh as he close the light in the living room. You felt you pass a deficult challenge when you realize he won't beat you up. You heard a soft giggle from the child beside you.

"that ugly old man wear a cup. His acting earlier." It's the cutest voice and the longest sentence that this kid probably says. You can't help but want to pinch his cheeks when you saw him smile. But you stop yourself. You don't want to seems odd than you already are to the adorable angel!

"wait what..." You realize what he said. 'Vil was acting earlier? But why? Does he think I'm annoying or something.' you wonder which you probably agree on and left it slides. You have no other answer to that statement after all.

"huh..? So you do know. What a talented child. I wonder who's your parents are." Vil seems amuse by this as well interest about how the child seen through his acting.

"also who do you call ugly just now?" Vil grip on the child head with a menising smile on his face.

"YOU! YOUR UGLY AND OLD." Says the child who look exactly like Vil.

You hopelessly smile and take out your phone to record but you were both glared at by those two copy cat.

"NO VIDEO AND PHOTOS ALLOWED." Vil/mini vil

Sadge...' you thought as your force to listen to the two have a wonderful chat.

It was super late when the child slept, and he shamelessly made the three of you share a bed with him in between. Since he call Vil bed his and dragged you in it. Vil refuse to sleep on the floor and the bed is huge anyway.

He did lock the room door and window for any wild rook around to spy on you guys.

You stared at the ceiling while you felt the child hugging you like no tomorrow.

Speaking of rook. You remember rook joke earlier.

"hey vil are you asleep?" You quietly called out to him, fearing it will wake up the child if your too loud.

"you better have a good reason to be awake at this time, potato." You heard him from the opposite side of bed.

"do you know, earlier Rook joked about something. He keep claiming the child have same color of iris like mine And cringe implying about some cliche plot of summoning future child of ours ahaha..." You happily says this which you actually think the most hilarious thing you heard in this world. First off, you two aren't even that close to be best friend or in a relationship.

"...that's impossible." You heard him says

"I know right--" you laugh but choke when you hear his next words.

"clearly his someone from grandchildren era than a future child. I saw his crumble paper with his present time date. His quiz don't even look pleasing to look at. He better learn more than he knows how to kick someone weak spot or else his just a muscle brain potato." He seems like his talking about weather when he says those.

"..." Suddenly you don't what to say more of this topic. Two things comes in mind:

1.) Is Vil schoenheit high by how he calmly chat about this?!

2.) if this kid really what you think he is. GOTT DAMN CROWLEY HE DID NO HELP OF YOUR SITUATION OF GOING BACK HOME AT ALL!!!

To be continued

Author note: I would probably write a point of View of Vil for the next chapter.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #twisted wonderland Yuu #twisted Yuu

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spine-buster · 2 years

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To Sail Beyond the Sunset ft. Sidney Crosby | Chapter 2

gif credit @/hannovers

A/N: As always, I can't wait for you guys to read this chapter. I know it's very early on but I would love to know what you guys think of the flashback scenes! TW: parental emotional abuse

“Alright my lovely ladies, are we ready to dance?” June asked as she stepped into the studio she worked out of for the past five years, smiling at all her students lined up and stretching on the barre just as they always did when they came in. Their pink tights, dance dresses, and pointe shoes brought back so many memories for her every time she stepped in the room.

“Yes Miss June!” they sung out in unison, taking their usual places in the classroom and assuming first position.

June smiled at them warmly. While there were only eight girls, they were a great bunch. June had been teaching all of them since they were pre-teens. They’d essentially grown up with her, and she cared about them on more than just a ballet level. “How was your week, girls? Anything exciting happen?”

“I aced my last chemistry test before our exam,” Franny Louton said.

“Good for you, Franny!”

“And I got a 90 on my English essay, Miss June! The one I was so worried about!” Isabella Bouchard was giddy just speaking about it.

“I told you you’d ace it!” June smiled. She waited a moment to see if anyone had anything else to say. “How are we feeling, girls? Are we good? Is there anything bothering us? Not just physically – anything I should know before we begin?”

June asked these questions because she wished someone had asked her these questions when she was taking ballet classes growing up. Nobody had ever really cared. Not her instructors and definitely not her mother. It was all about dancing and perfecting technique instead of mental and physical health. She wanted the girls (and their parents) to know she wasn’t going to be that type of teacher – that she couldn’t be that type of teacher. It definitely made for a healthier environment, and an environment where the girls actually wanted to come to ballet class. And with these girls – the cream of the crop – it meant more opportunities for them, more auditions and performances. In fact, almost all of them had already been to auditions or sent tapes for various ballet companies around Canada, and they were all anxious to hear back.

“We’re all just anxious to hear back from the companies, Miss June,” Anna Fitzgerald said. “Have you heard anything?”

June shook her head. “I haven’t, girls, but be patient,” she encouraged them. “It’s going to take a few weeks, especially those of you who auditioned with the National Ballet. You were very lucky to get those invitations to audition, anyway.”

“Cause it’s not like you were the best principal dancer they ever had, and now we’re learning from you,” Franny commented with a cheeky smile. “I’m confident in us, ladies!”

June couldn’t help but giggle. “That’s the spirit! Now let’s begin, girls. Aaaaaaaand tendu…tendu…tendu…first arabesque…”

***

Sidney woke up that morning and went straight to a training session with Andy O’Brien. It was gruelling, but it always was – nothing he didn’t expect. And because Nate was still in the playoffs with Colorado, he was alone, which meant Sid only had to deal with his own ultra-competitive nature, and not Nate’s too. Colorado was playing a game tonight though, so he’d still “see” Nate, maybe even get a phone call from him, depending on the outcome, while he did whatever he thought to do tonight. Sid thought about inviting June over and grabbing some takeout before heading to his house. Now that it was the summer, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible – as much as his workouts, media commitments, interviews, commercial filming, and training allowed. He also had to keep reminding himself that June couldn’t just drop everything and be with him at his beck and call, either. She had her own commitments – studio time, paperwork, auditions, correspondences, and other important things to do with her work.

During the half way point in the workout, Sid and Andy took a hydration break. Sid sat on one of the benches and drank half of his water bottle in one go, with Andy wiping the sweat off his brow as if he was the one doing all the work. “What are you up to the rest of the day?” Andy asked.

Sidney shrugged. “Lunch. Wash up. Probably go surprise June and her ballet class.”

Andy couldn’t help but smile at the mention of June. It took longer than usual, he thought. “When’re you gonna make an honest woman out of her and marry her?” he demanded.

“What?!” Sid exclaimed. “Andy, come on.”

“You know I’m right,” Andy shook his head, chuckling at Sid’s reaction. “You’ve known each other since you were kids. She’s a beautiful girl, Sid. You know everything about one another, she’s always been there, you guys spend all your time together, she’s the only other person who’s as competitive as you are and who knows what it’s like to be at the level you are…Sid, I’m telling you – you’re in love with that girl and you don’t even know it.”

“She’s my best friend, Andy. It’s not like that at all,” Sidney bit his bottom lip. Andy’s words made him think about how others perceived them. Did everybody think this way about them? Was it only Andy? His teammates had said some things to him before, but he thought they were all in good fun – it was just ribbing him…right?

“I think it is like that and you’re just too stupid to realize,” Andy said, giving Sid a look. “Anyways, break’s over. Let’s go.”

***

“Relevé…wait for the cue…aaaand one-two-three-one-two-three-one-two-three-aaaaand-one-two-three…good ladies!-two-three-one-two-three-pirouette and hold! Good! And one-two-three-one-two-three-and-one-two…girls…girls why are we giggling? What’s so funny? Girls, I—”

“Behind you, Miss June!”

June whipped her head to look behind her. She saw Sidney in the doorway, a giant goofy smile on his face, dressed in jeans and a zip pullover sweater. “Oh, you’re here!”

“Hi Mr. Crosby!” the girls all said in unison. They knew that Miss June and Sidney Crosby were best friends – June told them early so it didn’t come as a surprise if he did something like this, dropping into their classes unannounced. He’d done this at least once a summer since they’d been her students, and every time he did, they giggled like schoolgirls. Sidney would end up staying and watching the end of their practice, and afterwards he’d take pictures and sign autographs if they wanted it. The girls’ brothers were always extremely jealous – June would often see them the next day in the car with the parents during drop-off, which was hilarious.

“Hi girls,” he said, nodding at them as he stepped into the room carefully, knowing he wasn’t allowed far with his shoes on. He noticed June walking towards him. “Hey Junebug.”

“Take off yo—”

“—Take off my shoes, I know,” he said, slipping out of them and pushing them away from the doorway so no-one would trip on them. “Can I watch the end of class?”

“Yeah of course,” she nodded, smiling slightly. “God, their brothers are going to be so jealous again when they get wind of this.” June turned around to address her class, who still had some giggles and smiles left in them as they watched June and Sid whisper with each other. “Would you girls like to show Sid what we’ve been working on?”

“Can we show him our Swan Lake numbers instead?” Claire Dempsey asked.

June checked her watch. Though it was cutting it close, she could indulge them with five or ten extra minutes of her time. “Well, alright. I think Sid will be very impressed.”

Sidney remembered Swan Lake. He remembered Swan Lake because at one point in her life, it was all June could talk about. He even remembered the music – well, the more popular pieces – and how much June would practice. But June’s girls now were so much different than she was at their age. They were so much more well-adjusted, and that had to be 50% their parents not being as bad as Miss Hockley, and 50% June’s teaching and mentoring methods. Having gone through hell and back, Sid knew that June wanted better for these girls, and she’d told him as much when she got into teaching. She didn’t want history to repeat itself with any of them.

While June loved ballet, and was ultracompetitive just like Sidney was with being the best, there were definitely times it turned more into a love/hate relationship. Another reason why they understood each other so well was because of their similar experiences. Growing up and getting a lot of attention in hockey, there was bound to be negative attention too – from parents, kids, teammates, and various other people. There were times where Sidney felt like everything was completely out of his control. He didn’t understand, especially as a kid, why some people were so angry with him, why so many people wished him ill, complained about him, told their kids to target him on the ice. It was the same for June. Some of the girls could be vicious, and they were vicious because they knew they could never be at her level. They resorted to mental tactics to try to tear her down.

But nobody was as bad as Miss Hockley herself.

June had a tough time with her mom while developing as a ballet dancer. Miss Hockley always expected excellence from June, and when she didn’t get it, she’d get disappointed or mad – and she definitely let June know about it. When Sidney lost a game in hockey, he’d be more disappointed than his parents. They’d talk to him in the car and tell him it was okay and that they were still proud of him, and all would be well. If June placed second in a competition or fell out of a turn, June would never hear the end of it from Miss Hockley.

1996.

Sidney didn’t know why Miss Hockley was so upset. She kept shaking her head as she sat in her seat, muttering to herself words that he couldn’t quite make out. She sat down the row, and it was hard to see in the dim lighting since all the light was focused on the stage, but he could tell she was angry. June had just performed her dance, and she was amazing. Even Trina thought so. Miss Hockley didn’t.

When all the dancers in the age group were done, the lights turned on and everybody started to get up. Trina got up from her seat and held out her hand for Sidney. “C’mon, we can go backstage now and see June.”

Sid jumped up and held his mom’s hand. He was thankful that the dance competition just happened to be at the local high school, which meant that he could go. But the school was much bigger than his own elementary school, so he was a bit spooked. “Is Miss Hockley going to come, too?”

“Of course she will,” Trina said, eyeing down the row, only to see Miss Hockley almost already out of the auditorium and on her way to the classrooms, which were being used as dressing rooms. “Miss Hockley will talk to June first and then we can go in, okay?”

Sidney nodded, and they made their way through the crowd. There were girls everywhere in sparkly, fancy costumes; they were dressed up as princesses or sailors or even baseball players. Some of them even had lots of makeup on, so much that even Sidney could tell. Sidney saw that June’s lips were red on stage, which meant she was wearing lipstick. He wondered what it would look like up close.

As he and his mom approached the classroom, even amongst all the chatter outside, Sidney could hear yelling. Yelling from Miss Hockley. “You turned out of all your turns!!! ALL OF THEM!!! How are you so stupid, Juniper?!”

“I d-d-didn’t mean—”

“How often did we practice?! How often?! And then you go out on stage and you perform like an amateur!!! You made yourself look like an idiot!!!”

“B-b-but mommy—”

“I don’t want to hear your stupid excuses, Juniper. And you can cry all you want – you’re not getting any sympathy from me. You don’t even deserve to place. I want to hear nothing from you on the way home, do you understand me?! Not a word. You’re an embarrassment.”

Sidney and his mom were waiting against the wall outside the classroom, hearing every word. Trina was standing behind him and had placed her hands over his chest, hugging him to her. They watched silently as Miss Hockley burst through the door, marching off in the opposite direction, not even seeing them. He could feel his mom take a deep breath before she bent down to be at eye-level with him. “I think you should go in first,” she said, her voice so much more soothing than Miss Hockley’s. “I think June will appreciate that very much. You can tell her how much you loved her dance.”

Sidney nodded, and his mom let go of him so he could go inside. He closed the door behind him. He looked around the classroom to see June curled up in one of the chairs, knees to her chest, sobbing. “Hi Junebug,” he said, loud enough that she could hear over her tears.

June raised her head slightly to see Sidney. Her makeup was running down her face, and her red lipstick was smudged. “Hi S-S-Sid,” she managed to say through a sob, trying to wipe away her tears but only smearing her makeup more.

“Are you okay?” he asked, even though he knew she wasn’t. He didn’t want her to know he’d heard everything her mom said. June shook her head, trying to compose herself and keep in her sobs. “You looked beautiful out there…” he tried to say.

June’s face scrunched up, and no matter how hard she tried to hold it in, she let out another sob. “No I didn’t,” she huffed out, tears streaming down her face.

“Yes you did!” he said. “I thought you looked beautiful. And your dance was amazing!”

She shook her head. “I f-fell out of all my t-t-turns. It was so bad. I’m not going t-to place and now my m-m-mom is mad and I…I…I just ruined everything!”

Sidney realized he couldn’t say any encouraging words that would get through to her. Nothing he could say would make a difference. But then he remembered a saying his dad always said to him, about bullies on the ice. “Actions speak louder than words.” It meant that his skills and what he did on the ice would always speak louder than any names other kids would call him to try and get in his head. Sidney knew that he was only nine years old, but he knew that it could be applied in this situation, too.

So Sidney did the only thing he could think of: he wrapped his arms around June and hugged her tight. She wrapped her arms around him too, hugging him just as tight, and she cried and cried and cried.

“Okay girls, let’s set up for the Dance of the Cygnets,” June announced as Claire, Franny, Zoë, and Malika stepped forward, joining hands and assuming position. When June started the music, the girls began moving, dancing in almost perfect sync with each other. Sidney remembered this dance – it was one of the dances a pre-teen June knew how to do as a teenager. She’d perfected it in no time, and her teacher had pressured the other girls June was paired with to be up to her standard. None of the other girls could reach it; they found it impossible.

1998.

“Sidney! June’s here!” Sidney heard Troy call out from the front door as he was reading in his room. If it was any of his other friends, he would have heard their loud footsteps making their way through his house and towards his room. But this was June, and she was a ballerina in every sense of the word – she moved like one everywhere she went, which meant there were no loud footsteps. She practically floated. It was only when he heard his bedroom door open that he realized she had moved through the house.

“Hey Junebug,” he said, setting down his book spine-up so he didn’t lose his page. He noticed she brought her dance bag with her, flung down beside his door before she closed it (Sidney’s parents allowed the door to be closed only with June because, well, it was June), which meant that she had just come from class and Miss Hockley was probably going in for a shift at work at the supermarket.

“Hey,” she said, looking away from him.

“How was dance?”

She shrugged her shoulders in response. “What’re you reading? Is that for our book report?”

Sidney tried to get a good look at her, and when he did, he saw something that he always hated to see. “Why’re your eyes red?” he asked. “Were you crying?”

She was caught. There was no use hiding it anymore. June could only nod. “Yeah, I was. Just a bit.”

“Why were you crying?”

“I got yelled at a lot today because my pirouettes were horrible,” she informed him.

Sidney’s eyebrows furrowed. That was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard, considering what he knew about June and her dancing ability. “Didn’t you tell me you’re the only one in your class who can even go up en pointe?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then why would they be mad? How could they even be mad if you’re the only one that can do them?”

June couldn’t help but smile slightly at his tone of voice, even letting out a slight chuckle at how incredulous he sounded. “Because I was doing them perfectly just yesterday. And now all of the sudden I can’t do them. I’m not doing the dance bad on purpose, I swear. I just—I need to be more consistent.”

Sidney wanted to roll his eyes. That was Miss Hockley or her teacher talking, not June. June was one of the most consistent people he knew – like him. “Well I bet they were great,” he said, ending the conversation so he didn’t upset her even more. “What book are you reading for the book report?”

“It’s this new book I found at the library. It’s called Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. Have you heard of it?”

Sidney was clapping loudly, another giant, dumb grin on his face at what he just saw. “Wow girls, that was impressive!” he exclaimed. “You guys were so in sync!”

“You’ve seen Miss June dance when she was our age, Mr. Crosby. Are we as good?” Zoë asked as a joke, already knowing the answer.

“Aaaaalright alright alright,” June cut them off, laughing along with them. “Don’t put him on the spot like that. Now go change girls, I’m sure your parents are waiting outside.”

“Will Sid—”

“—Yeeesss, Sidney will take pictures and sign autographs for you outside,” June said, placating them. The girls were antsy as they scurried away to the dressing room, leaving Sidney and June alone in the studio. “They all have massive crushes on you,” she told him, if only to get him riled up.

“Oh geeze,” Sidney blushed, shaking his head. “Don’t say that. I’ve known them since they were, like, twelve.”

“That’s exactly why. You always visit.”

He shook his head, his smile still on his face. “Wanna get takeout and watch Netflix tonight?” he asked. “You pick the food.”

June frowned. “I wish I could,” she began, “but I have to work late.”

“Work late? Really?”

June nodded. “Some of the girls are actually coming back tonight for some extra sessions. They all just had their auditions so they want to fine-tune everything, you know…”

June had never stayed late at work before. She was always done by a specific time. Part of him was suspicious, because it was so out of character for her to stay so late at the studio, even if the girls asked for extra lessons. But he guessed the reason was plausible enough – the girls did just have their big auditions for various ballet companies. “Well, okay then,” he nodded.

“You’ll have to choose the food on your own,” she joked.

“Well, if it’s not too late, feel free to come by,” he offered. “I’m sure I’ll have leftovers. You know me and how I order.”

“It will be late, and you know how I don’t like to drive in the dark,” she said. She could see disappointment in his face, and she was disappointed, too. But what she had to do had to be done. “We can meet tomorrow for lunch if you’re not with Andy,” she offered.

“Yeah, for sure,” Sidney nodded, looking down at the ground to find his shoes. “I better get out there. They’re probably waiting.”

As he signed autographs and took pictures with all the girls, hearing chorus after chorus of how this would make their brothers soooooo jealous, Sidney kept thinking about his reaction in the studio. Why was he so suspicious of June? She told him she had work to do and she was going to do it – she wasn’t going to skirt out on a responsibility. He had to accept that, and he did. But why was his first feeling suspicion? She’d never lied to him before, and he had no reason to not believe her.

June eventually came out and had an amused look on her face, as she always did when watching the girls interact with Sid. He watched as she stepped away behind her desk at one point, typing vigorously into her phone. When the last of the girls left, he watched as she scrolled and typed, scrolled and typed. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Junebug,” he said softly, not wanting to startle her too bad since she seemed so concentrated.

When she heard his voice, she gave him her complete and undivided attention. “For sure,” she nodded. “I’ll call you. Don’t order too much food.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

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National Post article by Canadian columnist Father Raymond J deSouza

Here’s an interesting take on Spare by a Canadian columnist, Father Raymond J. de Souza. What I find particularly compelling is his take on the ghostwriter’s role in this dumpster fire

National Post Raymond J. de Souza: Could drug-addled Harry’s tome be the most boring book of the year? Opinion by Father Raymond J. de Souza - Saturday

https://www.msn.com/en-ca/entertainment/news/raymond-j-de-souza-could-drug-addled-harry-s-tome-be-the-most-boring-book-of-the-year/ar-AA16PH

Prince Harry’s new book, © Provided by National Post Spare is a slog.

Prince Harry is very famous, but his life is not very interesting. His ideas less so. Yet, having written about the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, I felt professionally obligated to read, as the Sussexes would put it, “their truth.”

The reviews have not been kind. The BBC reviewer was dismissive, calling it the “ longest angry drunk text ever sent .” Other reviews were savage, ridiculing Harry for thinking that his dead mother sends him messages in the form of animals .

80L Garden Compost - Premium Professional Compost Multipurpose (2 X 40L Bags) - Compost Soil Multipurpose Ad Amazon UK 80L Garden Compost - Premium Professional Compost Multipurpose (2 X 40L Bags) - Compost Soil Multipurpose Tedium sets in quickly. On almost every page there is someone being mean to Harry. No slight is too trivial to be remembered, resented, recorded and written down. At one point, even the Imperial State Crown, despite its evident elegance, torments Harry. It’s caged up in the Tower of London, not free as ordinary crowns are to wander the bright sunlit uplands, a metaphor for Harry’s lot in life.

Comedy can relieve the boredom. Jokes about his accounts of the frostbitten family jewels — not the ones in the Tower — almost write themselves: Harry demanded privacy so that he could publicly describe his private parts …

“At all costs, I avoided sitting quietly with a book,” he writes about his teenage years, instead “memorizing long passages of Ace Ventura .” Later, after meeting Meghan, who mentions a book that she is reading, he explains, at age 32: “Sorry. Not really big on books.”

That someone who doesn’t read would have the fastest-selling book in history is simply hilarious.

I invented a game to pass the time, trying to identify what words or phrasings could not possibly have come from Harry, but were invented out of whole cloth by the ghostwriter, J.R. Moehringer. “Vertiginous”? Harry was a pilot, though, so perhaps. In any case, Harry recorded the audio book, which means he had to learn how to pronounce even the words he didn’t know.

As the tome dragged on, I suspected that Moehringer had written the entire book in a sort of code, undermining Harry even as it gave vent to his whingeing, with the ghost knowing that the principal was too daft to see through the draft. Moehringer littered the text with obvious mistakes , easily fact-checked.

For example, as anyone who has visited King’s College, Cambridge — or looked it up on Wikipedia — ought to know, there is no direct line of descendants from King Henry VI. So when Moehringer has Harry saying that Eton was founded by his “great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather,” he is revealing him as ignorant of basic royal history. Not even Henry VIII was a direct descendant of Henry VI, and Henry VIII’s line ran out with Elizabeth I.

Why repeatedly undermine Harry in his own “auto”-biography? It’s as if Moehringer wants to caution us against accepting anything Harry says as true.

Constant, unremitting drug use — cannabis, cocaine, psychedelics — marked Harry’s life from his teens onward. Settling in to his new home in Montecito in 2020, Harry lights up a joint. So when Moehringer includes Harry’s doubts about his own memory, is he warning us that at many points, Harry was too drunk or too high to be a reliable witness?

Related video: Prince Harry’s memoir ‘Spare’ described as 'explosive’ (The Associated Press)

Play LQ CaptionsFullscreen Prince Harry’s memoir 'Spare’ described as 'explosive’ Unmute View on Watch It is not just the obvious contradictions that plague the perpetually aggrieved prince, such as fretting about security while gratuitously writing about Taliban kills, an unnecessary detail that could inflame those who might wish him harm.

It’s that Harry, in Moehringer’s depiction, has no grasp of reality.

“I wanted to prevent a repeat of history, another untimely death like the one that had rocked this family 23 years earlier, and from which we were still trying to recover,” Harry writes of the Sandringham Summit about police protection after “Megxit.” Has he no notion that the family, beginning with King Charles III, has moved from strength to strength after Diana’s death?

Moehringer includes in the epilogue the funeral of Her Late Majesty last September. But he opens those pages with Harry taking Meghan to visit Diana’s grave at Althorp just prior to Queen Elizabeth’s death. It was the 25th anniversary of her death in Paris with Dodi Fayed. It was Meghan’s first time.

Six years after meeting Meghan, four years after marrying her, Harry had never taken her to visit his mother’s grave. Did Moehringer not tell Harry that it undermined the previous 400 pages about the supreme importance of Diana’s life and death — and afterlife, as Harry consults soothsayers to communicate with her?

Moehringer ensures that we know that Harry’s hold on reality, the truth of things, is tenuous at best. The duke’s drug use moved on from recreational drug use to “medicinal” use of psychedelics, which “let me redefine reality.”

“Under the influence of these substances I was able to let go of rigid preconcepts, to see that there was another world beyond my heavily filtered senses, a world that was equally real and doubly beautiful,” Harry explains. “There was only truth. After the psychedelics wore off my memory of that world would remain: This is not all there is .”

Michael Higgins: Harry and Meghan, a tawdry couple fuelled by hate and a need for publicity Raymond J. de Souza: 'The Crown’ season 5 trades historical thrills for bitter royal divides The drug-addled bibliophobe then ventures into metaphysics.

“All the great seers and philosophers say our daily life is an illusion,” he writes. “I always felt the truth in that. But how reassuring it was, after nibbling a mushroom, on ingesting ayahuasca, to experience it for myself.”

All great philosophers think our ordinary life is an illusion? Moehringer had to know that not’s true. From Aristotle up until Descartes, it’s quite safe to say that most thought the exact opposite. Is Moehringer telling us that Harry doesn’t know anything about anything?

Harry doesn’t know Harry himself, which is a sad thing for an autobiography to reveal. He has a minimal self-awareness; he knows that he “texts like a teenager,” which is how he first courted the then 35-year-old Meghan. He always up to join the lads to play video games or drink copious amounts of tequila. Yet he has no idea how unpleasant those closest to him find his company.

Spare’s most pathetic paragraphs are his account of moving into Nottingham Cottage, the former home of “Willy and Kate.” The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge had moved elsewhere in the Kensington Palace complex.

“They were half a football pitch away,” Harry writes. “I assumed they’d have me over any minute now. Any day. But day after day it didn’t happen.”

Why would they? Harry’s own account of those days was that he would return from work, eat takeout over the sink, watch endless episodes of Friends , and smoke weed, hoping not to disturb his neighbour, the elderly Duke of Kent. Who would want such a superficial, bad influence in a home with young children?

Harry laments his estrangement from his brother, apparently oblivious that his own strangeness might be the principal cause, and that marrying a woman estranged from her own family likely would not improve matters.

I previously thought that the royals were prepared to cut Harry off to protect the family — the Firm — as when the Queen kept her favourite Uncle David (Edward VIII, latterly the Duke of Windsor) at a proper constitutional distance. After reading Spare , it is more likely that the Queen seized the opportunity to get rid of a grandson who was alternately annoying and exasperating.

Harry has bet his future on Meghan in Montecito. Celebrity life in Hollywood is not traditionally conducive to marital stability, with or without the need to maintain media interest to generate income. Both Harry and Meghan are children of divorce, and Meghan has already been divorced once, so one expects that this chapter of Harry’s life will be considerably shorter than his book. And if Spare is any indication, Harry will be the last to know it.

National Post

Great article! Thank you❤️

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We have special Ed PD today. A work day. They sent us home because the school is too hot. It’s supposed to be just as hot tomorrow, but one of the local businesses offered us a space to meet that has AC.

Boy, I hate feeling dumb. I’m a good teacher and I’m used to being the go-to person to ask about students, being deferred to for my experience, etc. Now that I’m at a new school, I know nothing. Who are these kids? What are the families like? What are their strengths and needs? Where do I find supplies? Where can I find a desk? How do teachers schedule their class time? When can I meet with students for their specialized instruction? What interventions do we have? Where is data kept? What is the process for arrival and dismissal? And what, pray-tell, is the code for the copier? An endless stream of questions.

On the other hand, I know I’ve got 5th graders, that I get to co-teach, that I only have 3-4 kids on my caseload. That’s all incredibly promising.

I need to reread the IEPs and call parents to introduce myself. I do have one student who may or may not be transferring, and everyone I’ve talked to says to not call the parents but let the principal handle it. They talk about this parent like they are an explosive device, which is concerning.

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Deltarune: I saw some people speculating on The Knight There’s a candidate people often do not seem to take seriously. Discussions are dominated with ideas like, “Kris is the Knight,” or “Papyrus is the Knight.” But, when replaying chapter 1 a while back, I noticed something: I think it’s Alphys:

Alphys is rather insistent that Kris and Susie, in particular, go off to get the chalk. She notably ignores Noelle offering to go in favour of sending those two off together. This might be fairly normal - Maybe Alphys has picked up on Noelle’s transparently blatant crush and has made the executive decision to not send them to the closet during school hours, for example. Except... First, she teaches the class anyways. If she sent someone else, or went in to the closet after you, wouldn’t that person also have also fallen into the Dark World? How did she get chalk? Did she ever even need chalk? We even see Susie standing next to the door the entire time - When did chalk change hands? Second: Right after you enter in to that dark world, the closet is shut behind you. If you return to it at the end of the chapter, it’s locked. Alphys, as faculty, has access to the key to it; it seems like it’s a small enough school to not have a principal or anything, so the only people involved seem to be Alphys, Toriel, and the now-deceased Gerson. Aphys would have a key - and would know you are in the Dark World Third: So far, we have seen four people have entered the Dark World. Each time, in a group of two. Each group of two is a team working on the school project. Consider that both are places Alphys sent those groups, as well - Noelle and Berdly are the ace students, and regularly go to the library because Noelle dislikes going to her home and Berdly has a job there. In other words, as her teacher, Alphys would very well have known that Noelle and Berdly would have gone to the library and and thus had every ability to sent them to their own Dark World. That same day, Alphys has crashed her bike. This is more speculative, but it’s possible she got in, got out and made herself scarce. Suppose she was more distracted, as she needed to flee the scene after a Dark Fountain was opened?

But lets consider more deeply - Alphy’s role in Undertale

Characters in Deltarune “Rhyme” with their iterations in Undetale. Asgore is still divorced, and has flowers that he tends too. Toriel takes care of children and is a school teacher. Undine is the head of the police, analogous to a royal guard. And so on. So, what is Alphys? Alphys is a brilliant scientist wrapped with dark tendencies as she knows she has done things which may well be unforgivable. She is obsessed with anime, and has a deep desire for acceptance. She, among other things, has build Mettaton’s body, took over the mantle of royal scientist from Gaster and continued his experiments, and delved into experiments into the injection of determination. These aspects are all very hidden from the outside world, which perceives her as a somewhat-ineffectual scientist who is obsessed with anime, and does not consider these darker aspects Right now, in Deltarune? Alphys is your amusing home-room teacher, obsessed with anime and out-of-touch. So awkward that she always seems nervous just doing her job, and she has a somewhat pathetic presentation - doing things like hanging out in alleys and putting out milk for a cat that does not exist. So, that’s a parallel. But it’s only a part of a parallel to how she was in Undertale. The other half? Well... Let me list a few things:

Spamton Neo was noted to have been drawn up by a Lighter and then abandoned. Spamton sought out that body manifested into it, in a parallel to Mettaton. Spamton is also obsessed with phones - and the mysterious voice on the other end of it. Who’s the one character heavily associated with phones? Alphys, who upgrades your phone. Not only that, but Alphys guides you along her plans through the entire chapter that focus on her in Undertale, using her phone. And, who built Mettaton’s body? That’s also Alphys. It’s also worth mentioning Alphys’ experiments into determination, carrying on from Gaster. What is the framing device of Deltarune? It’s a survey program set up by Gaster - some great experiment. And, in order to create a Dark World, one must thrust their determination into the ground. In other words: If Alphys is the Knight, then she is STILL doing dark experiments into Determination. She’s still carrying on Gaster’s work! There’s even how the infamous Entry 17 refers to two people - Like how each project group in in pairs. Next: A major hole in this theory is that Alphys seems to express concern for us, and seems ignorant to what is really going on. Except that’s not actually a contradiction, because this behaviour is EXACTLY what we see through her entire chapter in Undertale. Alphys is not only capable of lying to our face in order to keep herself seeming like an innocent - she has done it all before and it would be consistent with her past behavior.

And, seen above, she spends her time hanging out in an alley - one notably decorated with flowers from Asgore, with graffiti of the Everyman seen in Reaper Bird’s attack, and taking care of a “Pet.” Surely, that is an allusion to her role in Undertale (The Everyman is also interesting - We see it only here, in Dark Worlds, and in the True Lab; if she IS the knight, all of those places are connected, specifically, with her. ) And, aside from that, Alphys has every reason to want a world with more magic in it. Alphys is a teacher, and not even a very effective one, who is easily able to be pushed around by the bullies in her own class. She is desperate for the affection of kids 10 years her junior, putting up anime reviews at the “Teen Zone” and insisting that she is the “Cool Teacher.” She raises a cat she only -imagines- exists, and is, as always, obsessed with anime. Unlike in Undertale, she has no relationship with Undine, and no status as a royal scientist either. So, at the moment, her life is framed as kind of pathetic, and her interests are in that of fantasy - Of anime, video games, and cartoons - which is exactly what the Dark World might provide. So she has the motive. She has the ability. And she has done things just like this in the past - albeit in a different timeline.

#deltarune

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cerastes · 1 year

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HEY i just got through the armored core for answer tutorial since i finally got it set up and i was wondering if that human plus thing you mentioned is in this game as well? i saw something about it being discontinued after AC4 but it was kinda vague on the details. tl;dr do i still need to worry about being forced into easy mode if i'm slow on the learning curve for this game?

Human PLUS and its successor, OP-INTENSIFY, were retired as player mechanics, instead becoming enemy-exclusive passive abilities that exist in the game code but cannot be legitimately used by players, and eventually, with AC4’s release, discontinued entirely as the core changes to gameplay and AC building made the bonuses obsolete.

Meaning, you can take it easy and learn at your own pace. You won’t be sent to the principal’s office and get your brain scooped out and replaced with electronics in For Answer, yay!

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ONE PIECE MODERN WORLD HEADCANONS !!

Weirdly enough, funny little pirates living in a modern world with occasional worries rather than deadly fears is what occupies my mind too often. They need a break from all that fighting, that stress, that trauma!! (long post)

(pre-timeskip ages)

part 1 - the high schoolers!

— headcanons under cut off

LUFFY :

– once challenged himself to eat everything at an "all you can eat" (he took the name too seriously)

– when going on walks to school with ussop and/or chopper, they always drop by a nearby convenience store or vending machine

– terrible at using technology and often falling for scammers and phishing.

– spends so much money on food he probably has to ask ussop for some (if nothing works, he steals ussop's lunch)

– continually wears shanks' straw hat in class to the point of being sent to the principals office.

– has made like 10 teachers quit their jobs because of how hard it is to teach him. garp is the only one who can help luffy learn his timetables (and miraculously, he's getting there!)

– probably wants to become a pyrotechnic and anything similar just to legally wield dangerous objects

– ace, sabo, and luffy's special place when they were kids was an empty alleyway where they could draw/spraypaint stupid stuff on concrete walls and play parkour.

– he's pretty popular in school (especially with the upper grades), many like him because he tends to stand up for what is right, especially against bullies that people turn a blind eye to.

USSOP:

– fails every class except for design, art, drama, and woodwork. has high hopes for becoming an actual professional actor, a sculptor, or a mechanic.

– ussop is the one to drag luffy out of fights against bullies and is absolutely horrified in doing so.

– very shy when meeting new classmates and tends to lie about his classroom experiences for publicity (makes the new kids afraid or weirded out by him)

– whenever luffy gets introuble, ussop does too. yet ussop saves their asses by telling lies and excuses. (he's incredible at negotiations)

– not as popular as luffy and is seen as his underling. whenever a senior approaches luffy, he gets made fun of/is overlooked, but luffy is not afraid to call out their wrongdoings.

– popular with the arts teachers. he's that kid whose forced to showcase their artwork at every school event. (and luffy is there to brag and cheer him on)

CHOPPER :

– exceeds in med school and often competes with kaya for the best marks.

– loves animals and is not afraid to give stray cats food. if an animal is in dire condition, he will do everything to save them

– he's so short, people think he's still in elementary.

– inspired by luffy, he keeps his hat in class. yet the top hat is so big the person sitting behind him probably beats him up after school.

– extremely gullible, especially when watching ussop during a play. he believes ussop is really the characters and asks where they went backstage.

– teacher's pet. they love him because he's that innocent kid who tries his best in every class even when he fails.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #ussop #portgas d ace #sabo #kaya #tony tony chopper #headcannons #shroom headcanons #i say too much #sorry guys the straw hats have so much chemistry #modern au #long post

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eclipsewarrior101 · 2 years

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So…character info for

Owl Queen, Good Wittebane and the Plant lady”

Eda: queen of the boiling isles. Her family has ruled over it for years.

Lilith: Eda’s right hand woman. She we is calculating and skilled. She is in charge of keeping coven heads in line

King: a mini titan Eda uses to scare people or to dispose of traitors or enemies. Wolf, aggressive and wants blood. Does love his belly scratched by Eda

Terra: ex coven member. She left or was fired. She is cursed to become a bird monster. Wild and carefree.

Kiki: a creature Terra rescued. She keeps things from going crazy in life. Stern and very organized.

Philip: rescued by Terra and Kiki at age 16 from witches who kidnapped him, he was raised by them. Wary but adventurous. He and Luz do not get along at first. He’s more of a grumpy bossy uncle who wants her to go home.

Luz: the same

Raine: a sinister bard coven head who’s music is known to kill and lure many to their deaths. Cruel and manipulative

Adrian: a wary and friendly illusion coven leader. Is kinda a walking doormat. Shy but helpful. Is friends with Terra. Is abused by lilith and other coven heads for being seen as weak. He’s also secretly a basilisk. He drains magic from things not people. But the stress of being a perfect coven head will make him snap one day 😏( fun note. Adrian’s apperance is the brown coat and messy hair in my au)

Eber wolf: a mutant creature who was turned even more mutant like with magic. Sinister and very aggressive

( most coven heads are either nice or crueler than their canon personality)

The blights:

The kids are the same. But with divorce and family issues

Alador: manipulative and very calculating. Wants perfection. Divorced. He actually took Darius’s place oh ace as coven head

Odelia: shy and very quiet. Has custody of the kids. Tries to raise three kids. Is very smart. Still rich.

Now…here is the fun part.

Hunter liliths kid. He’s still a grimewalker but she made him ( he is the golden guard)

BUT…Eda has her own guard. The raven guard. A mysterious man who is helping Eda in exchange to finding his brother. Hmm. He’s called Cal.

Principal Bump is more strict and very sinister with scaring the kids. He loves to make them cry.

His and willow will stay the same

Vee will stay the same.

Also…a funny thought. Most of the coven members are actually nice but are scared of Eda.

So, this is what I have so far. If you have any questions please sent them to me.

#the owl house au #the owl house #Adrian basilisk au #the adults swapped but not the kids #Philip is a grumpy uncle #the owl queen good wittebane and the plant lady

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colemacgrathtkz · 1 year

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Trouble at the market

Breaking out of Hooty's owl pellet was bad enough. She had to pick leaves out of her hair. Not to mention, bits and bones of whatever the tube demon last ate. Now came the crowds of fans of "Luz, the human ''.

Witches of the (unofficial) "bad girls coven" raced upon seeing one of their idols. Witches, young and old, swarmed around her. While others were snatching Penstagram selfies, uneasy fans wanted to know what caused the Isles to tremble just a short while ago. This might be a taste of fame. But it was still the pressure of everyone counting on a high schooler. Not exactly something Luz counted on when she helped save her friends. The witch apprentice turned hero, Luzura. Her identity as "the dummy in the principal's office" was crushing. But this was a new kind of pressure.

She tried to calm down the flock of worried admirers. But they kept asking about the "rainbow geyser" that rained down on the titan. From its head to its toes, liquid metal-like substances crashed down onto the ground.

Unable to answer all their questions, Luz nervously agreed to let everyone know when she learns more. One thing she learned to always keep on her, a bottle of fog brew. After her first day of Hexside, she wanted to ace her first potion. Now, the results spoke for themselves. Using the smokescreen and an invisibility glyph, she snuck away.

Young witch: "So cool. Like that other human hero. What was it? Man-bat?"

Luz(under her breath): "It's actually Bat..."

The slight exhale caused her glyph to wear off. Before she could use another one, she spotted a Glandus student sprinting in her direction.

Luz: "No,no,no, wait, I don't..."

They sped past her, completely ignoring the confused human. And then another, and another, and another. Panic could be heard getting closer, as the sounds of battle grew bigger as well. The ground shook as she saw witches retreating. The former emperor's coven guards fell under the banner of the "C.A.T.S". Those accepted were under the leadership of the original rebels against Belos. Raine Whispers, Daruis, Eberwolf, Lilith and Eda Clawthrone. Only those personally approved by one of them were made into peacekeepers.

C.A.T. guards fired spell after spell as they fell back. Dust and debris approached ominously toward Noceda's direction. She wasted no time running towards them, in hopes of being able to help.

From the dust cloud, two C.A.T. guards were launched through the air. Noceda used a glyph to catch them in greenery and created an ice wall with another. She readied herself and thundering footsteps approached. The sound of metal bending greeted her before the sight of a 30 foot blue humanoid newt emerged. In one arm, he held what looked like a sci-fi energy sword. A large abomination attempted to focus its attacks on his head. The witches responsible for the goo champion became over confident. One of them spotted Luz and became careless.

C.A.T. guard: "It's the human!"

At that moment, the large newt swung its tail. A chunk of rubble was sent crashing into the origin of that call. Their partner ran to their aid. With eyes irritated from the blows, he could just make out a familiar sight. A fuzzy silhouette of hair with leaves and sticks. The huge armored creature closed in on his human target.

King Andrias: "A human, huh?"

Luz: "Um, hi. You're a big boy, aren't ya?"

King Andrias: "What have you done with the box?"

Luz: "The box? I don't know what you're talking about. What box?"

King Andrias: "The power of Amphibia's greatest treasure. My battle on Earth just moments ago. Now, I'm here amongst these creatures. Of course, you sent me here. Always a little thief misusing its power."

Luz: "Listen, um, sir? I don't know anything about a box, but if you just..."

Wait, he knows about earth. He said, he was just there? What's going on in the human world? Did what happen back at the pool site reach there, too?

King Andrias: "You want to play games? Catch!"

Using his sword to bring down a wall, he swung his tail like a bat. Debris went flying towards Noceda's direction. She quickly slammed an ice glyph on the ground. But the frozen wall it created only held against the stone projectiles. Her attacker charged at her almost immediately. Swinging his sword through, he completely closed the distance between them. Despite towering over her, she could see the reds of his eyes. Even with his vision impaired, he was still a threat.

King Andrias: "You've got ice powers now?"

He caught her in his massive hand in an attempt to crush her. But she activated a fire glyph she planted on him, just under his fist. Right when he loosened his grip, she escaped and used a plant glyph to swing from his arm, up to his face. He spotted her aim and headbutted her before she could use another attack. She came down on the ground, hard.

He quickly tried to stomp on her. But she rolled out of the way.

King Andrais: "You think sending me away was going to save Earth?"

He swung his sword without giving her any reprieve. One of the blows cracked the street, causing Luz to lose her footing.

King Andrais: "I'm going to enjoy crushing everyone you care about when I'm done here."

At that moment, several spikes of ice went right for her opponent,

Luz(angrily): "What did you just say?!"

She coated a rod, lying on the ground, in ice. It almost looked like a shimmering sword.

King Andrias: "Touche."

She used a combo of fire and ice to create a fog. Using the cracks in the street, she used a plant glyph to attack from below. He evaded, but took his already poor eyesight off her. She used the distraction to slip away, using an invisibility glyph. Sneaking up on him, she surprised him with a large flash of light. With what felt like looking directly at the sun, he covered his eyes. His reaction from the pain made the opening Luz wanted. Using an ice platform, she launched herself up to his collar. With her makeshift weapon, she lodged it into his armor. Using vines, she knocked the sword out of his hand. She had to use one arm to hold on. But she appeared to immobilize one of his arms with a plant glyph. They managed to drag his arm closer to the ground. Unfortunately, she forgot about his tail. He knocked her off his back and snatched her out of the air with his spare arm.

King Andrias: "So many new powers. You’ve outdone yourself, chosen hero. I underestimated you. But now you die.”

Just as he raised his fist to smash her into the ground, sunlight allowed him to get a better look at his captive.

Bringing her closer to his face, he studied her features.

King Andrias: “You’re not Anne Boonchuy.”

Not wasting this opportunity, she remotely activated one of her last two glyphs. Using a vine to reach the rod under his collar, she set off a series of ice glyphs coated around vegetation that shackled his arm.

King Andrais: “What’s happening?”

He flung her in the direction of the floor. Fortunately, her last glyph allowing her to stop in mid air and land safely on the street.

The barrage of glyphs managed to reach underneath his armor. Finally, immobilizing him completely and ending the battle.

Author's note:

I was worried about how much I could fit here.

#No Owlet Home AU #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #story i pieced together #No owlet home #king andrias

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Yo, what is UP, everybody!? And Happy New Year! The latest DGP season, Divergence, is about to air! What manner of wicked trickery have Ace, Keiwa, and Neon gotten themselves wrapped up in this time? Who are our new friends Lopo and... Nadge-Sparrow?

Comin' at you live from... somewhere, it's Spoilers, I guess...

-Ah, yeah, I have been enjoying this drama, haha

-...pretty sure there was an entire movie that's not gonna be subbed for a while, but such is life.

-Ultimate Superstar Geats, Ukiyo Ace!

-Celebrity Heiress Heroine Na-Go, Neon Kurama!

-Prodigy Quiz Show King Nadge-Sparrow, Daichi Isuzu!

-Fastest Woman in the World Lopo, Sae Ganaha!

-And Keiwa, I guess

-Holy shit, not a single clap hjklhl

-Ahhhhh, Ace's got a past with these guys.

-KEIWA HJKLGHg

-Poor Keiwa-kun.

-It's okay Keiwa-kun! You've got me lighting up for you!

-Oooooh, don't think I didn't notice the changes in the op. "Who is the back stabber" indeed.

-Oh shit, starting out super strong, huh?

-Jamato Time.

-Ooooooh, Neon got comebacks!

-Gotta say new guys, I really like them suits.

-Ah, looks like Lopo's pretty tricky?

-Nadgey too!

-"Good job, everybody! You're all gonna live here instead!"

-"Oh Christ, we have three weirdos in charge of this game in a row."

-Oh my god

-Chiram!

-Fresh veges?

-Camera!

-Oh! We're literally in survivor mode now!

-There's sussies among us!

-I can't believe this is the timeline I currently live in.

-I wonder how the Tsuki-Sennin of the Geiz Revive timeline would be reacting to his time with Shinobi?

-Oh god fucking dammit, they said among us in the subtitles.

-Distrust and backstabbing! Thrills! Chills! Kills!

-Azumaaaa!

-I missed you!

-He's literally a zombie now!

-Archimedel...

-"Ooooooooooh, Keiwa's in love with a girl~!"

-Thank you Sara, very cool.

-No internet. No TV.

-Until Takahashi says otherwise, I'm sticking with my headcanon that they're being broadcast to various Sentai and PreCure worlds. Mainly because Godatz absolutely would put betting pools on these people's lives.

-Nooooo Keiwa-kuuuun!

-"Where the hell did this tent come from!?"

-Ah, Quiz Guy won't let Keiwa in either.

-Aaaaaace

-Aceless.

-"Ace is the impostor and a stream sniping little bitch."

-Oh shit, the execcutive dude.

-Jean! Ace's sponsor!

-Ohhhhhhhh, he knows a lot.

-Old Maid! A favorite of mine.

-Nadgey has done thirty thousand equations in his head.

-"I want all of humanity's knowledge."

-Asking for the Gaia Library, huh?

-"Who's that guy though...?"

-"Just the next Game Master of this show."

-Playing the nepotism card!

-...hate that he's actually right on two counts though.

-There's a sussy baka amidst we.

-Who're we vote kicking?

-Oooooh, Keiwaaaa!

-"Oh let the boy do what he wants. He'll learn."

-So uh... what did you guys do to Mitsume?

-Jamato Municipal High School!

-Heeeeenshin~!

-Let's get sent to the principal's office~!

-Damn, Lopo's awesome.

-I can't believe Toei discovered that women are cool.

-Neeeeeeeerd! Studyin!

-...I can't imagine how horrifying it'd be to be ground up into burger meat and have the creature you spawn traipse around in cosplay and die.

-"Beat up a nerd for free stuff!"

-Oooooooh, there it is! The movie buckle.

-Gigant Blaster!

-That's a huge bitch!

-Of course! Make one! It's that easy!

-Jya?

-Mr. Principal!

-Lobo with the defenestration!

-Even the delinquents respect Principal Soylent!

-Gigant Hammer!

-Holy shit, Ace.

-Gigant Sword!

-Literally God.

-Mission Complete! Yeah!

-Oh?

-No, Keiwaaaaaaa!

-It deliberately smacks him.

-Good job, gamers. Nobody's going home today!

-Oooooh, everybody hates Keiwa except me.

-I don't really see why people'd like Nadge so much. I mean, he isn't super interesting, and if there's one thing I know about people who'd spend all day watching people fight and possibly die in a reality show, it's that they really like to fixate on women.

-"Get up, nerd. You need to be reminded."

-Seikai no da.

-Jesus Christ, this garden gives me nasty feelings.

-Oooooooh., that's a big scary bitch.

-"You're up~!"

-Oh god, the sounds

-Ohhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiit!

-It's the fireman!

-Goutokuji! Kinjo-san!

-If you commit a murder and get away with it, you graduate, gotcha.

-Footbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall!

-"I'm NOT the sussy baka, I'm NOT!"

#geats spoilers #kr geats #kamen rider geats #kamen rider #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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Hey! I see you open for match up so can I ask for one! I'm ENFP! My main talent more lean to art. I'm almost interested in everything? Like dancing, singing , playing instruments and etc! I like to read books most of the time. Like reading book in the evening while being accompanied with tea and some sweets! Since we are talking about sweets , I Also enjoy baking! Most of the time I prefer handmade stuff because I can be proud on how many effort i took and it's always satisfying to know someone appreciating your hard work! I was being raised in a very traditional family so you can really see me as feminine,,, I like doing chores and dress up but that doesn't mean I'm weak , rn I'm one of the athletes in my school! Back at my home there is a garden that I look after during my free time. I really love gardening and flower! I also remember language of flowers now and some of herbs that can help relieve some pain!

Even though I'm more to extrovert, but I'm easily stuttering when I need to be serious, it's really troublesome when it's for speaking test... And i think i do quite good in school too! I'm always get principal Award. I think i mentioned i like to read book,,, I also have a large collection of poem book and some educational book??? Hehe i hope this is enough about me bye bye

I match you with Riddle Rosehearts!

You're an independent person who values creativity and freedom over safety and stability. This can be seen when you dance like a feather in the wind, sing like a free songbird, or play a song so beautiful that people stop to admire you and your artistic abilities.

Not only are you natural at arts and crafts, but you also excel in athletics, Herbalism, and alchemy? You are like you came straight out of a fairy tale story!

Riddle isn't immune to your charm, no, he seems to be most affected by your innocence and grace. He wanted to get to know you closer so he sent you a very personal invitation to one of Heartslabyul's famous Unbirthday Party.

You don't disappoint when you come to attend the party. When you arrive, the first thing you do is to seek out the host of the party, Riddle, and thank him shyly for the invite.

The Dormleader tries his hardest to keep his cool, but he can't help the little stutters he makes inadvertently when you speak to him. You must be an angel because you don't mention his stutters or made fun of him because of them.

Trey and Cater notice immediately that their friend has been looking awfully lot in your direction and they decide to help him a little bit but it's ultimately Ace who got you two together.

"Jeez, leader, if you like her why won't you just go out already?"

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" Oh no, now he has done it...! There was no way you would go out with him when he showed this side of him...!

"I wouldn't mind." You say and everyone turned to look at you as you smiled and Riddle swallowed nervously as he walked up to you and took your hand in his, like a gentleman.

"This may come out of nowhere..." Not thanks to Ace, "But would you do me the honor of d- da- dati-!" He couldn't even say it, but you understood anyway.

"It would be my pleasure."

Once a couple, you two do everything together. You both want to spoil each other and you usually succeed at it.

When you hear that Riddle enjoys sweets that especially had strawberries in them you offer to make him something, anything! He just needed to say the word since you couldn't read minds.

To him, it's the ultimate sign of affection to eat something he loves, made by someone he loves.

He would happily accompany you to the library so you could find something you could both read while enjoying tea in the rose labyrinth and then share your opinions on the books.

He is amazed at how versatile you are, reading poems and studying more plants and the history of magic, the list of genres you read goes far.

If Riddle hadn't been in Equestrian Club already, he would have loved to start a Literature Club with you... But the two of you could have a club of your own and if Trey, Cater, or even Ace and Deuce want to join then they could.

Honestly, you are maybe the best thing that ever happened to him. He enjoys the time the two of you spend with each other and he wouldn't trade you and your kindness for anything.

#dearestsugar #riddle rosehearts #matchup #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland matchup #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #TWST #I am so sorry you had to wait this long!#Also #PERFECT amount of info!#ENJOY!

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