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madmilkboi · 3 years

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Can i please request for a scenario where you don't have/left your umbrella so they share theirs with yours? Can u please do it with iwa, omi and akaashi? Thank youu

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━🧋⌒*. when you forgot your umbrella

summary: sharing umbrellas with the hq boys because you forgot yours

genre: fluff

warning/s: none

a/n: i was writing akaashi's while it was raining lol and i got carried away lol

₍ ♡ ₎ iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi & akaashi keiji

The bell rung indicating that classes are now done and everybody gets to go home. Sure, going home seems easy but it was raining cats and dogs; it would've been easy if you'd only brought your umbrella with you but you were in a rush earlier. So now, you were sitting on the stairs while looking at the door, the rain dropping heavily. You sighed wanting to go home.

"Y/n?" A voice called, you looked to where it was and saw Iwaizumi standing beside you. "Aren't you supposed to be going home?" He asked, you nodded and then pointed at the rainy 'wonderland' outside. "You don't have an umbrella?" He questioned. "I forgot..." you mumbled

"You're too young to be forgetful" he muttered, still you heard. "I was in a rush, okay?" You reasoned. "Now, how about you share that umbrella with me?" You pointed at the umbrella that he was holding. "No" he walked past you and immediately stopping when he reached the door.

"What are you waiting for?" He looked back. You stood up and immediately ran to him not wanting to get scolded by his short tempered ass. You held on to his arms not wanting to get wet by the rain. Cute he thought

"I hope you forget your umbrella tomorrow" he chuckled. "And why should i?" You asked with one eyebrow raised up.

"So you can stay close to me again" he beamed.

It was a sunny day or so you thought, you were standing outside a convenience store a few blocks away from your school. You could buy an umbrella but you know you'd only use it once so you waited for the downpour to stop.

A man wearing a mask, looked at you and entered the store. You pursed your lips after seeing how he looked at you. You started on scanning your uniform wondering if a stain was there or it was wrinkly but nothing was wrong. "Maybe he's not a people person" you muttered.

The bell from the shop rung and the same man came out carrying an umbrella. You looked at him and saw that he had Itachiyama's uniform. He walked to you and took off his mask. Oh he's cute you thought

"Let's walk to school together" he offered, you smiled and stood beside him. The both of you started on walking to the school.

"So what year are you?" He asked. "I'm a second year" you answered, he nodded his head and pointed at himself. "I'm a second year too" he stated "i guess weren't at the same class" he muttered. "So what's your name?" You asked, his lips formed a small smile and looked at you "you can call me Kiyoomi" he told you "and i'm L/n Y/n" you introduced yourself. "Nice to meet you, Omi" he smiled at the nickname.

The both of you continued on walking until you reached the school's gate. He closed the umbrella and put on a new mask. You tilted your head tonthe side confused as to why he was wearing one. "For safety precautions" you nodded hearing his explanation. "See you later, Y/n" he ruffled your hair and walked away putting his hands bacj to his pocket.

Nobody can't see but he was smiling in delight under his mask knowing he got to walk with you.

You finished cleaning your desk and packing your things and now you were ready to go home. You smiled seeing the gates of the school being meters away from you but that smile of yours faded after water droplets decided on wetting your uniform.

You quickly ran back to the building and sighed, you looked at your watch and saw that your teacher actually dismissed the class early.

You decided on going to the library since they have the heater turned on when it gets chilly. You looked for a seat and saw one in front of a boy silently reading a book his eyes slowly going back and forth carefully reading a book, you then realized it was Akaashi, the boy that lived next to your house.

As you were about to take a seat, Akaashi quickly took notice of you and gently put down his book, a small smile creeping from his lips. "Hi" you greeted, he lets out a light nod and returned to his book.

While he was doing something that gained him knowledge, you were doing the opposite. You were scribbling on your histort notebook. Akaashi decided on stealing a glance and saw the cute doodles your drew.

He looked at the wall clock and saw that it was time to go home, volleyball practice was cancelled a while ago because of some reasons that the coach won't say.

He put down his book again and cleared his throat which got your attention. "Let's go home together" he suggested, you quickly nodded seeing the umbrella on the side pockets of his bag.

The both of you were now off to home, you were staying close to him while he held the umbrella. The walk home was overall quiet and few questions were asked here and there but the fact that it was Akaashi everything was calm and serene.

He dropped you off your house and as he was about to walk to his, you swiftly grabbed his arm pulling the fabric of his school uniform. "I'm making hot chocolate..do you want some?" You offered, this was your way of thanking him. He smiled and closed his umbrella.

He entered your house scraping his shoes on the rug and taking them off, now he was wearing socks. You dragged him to the living space and told him to wait for a while.

You went to the kitchen and made two mugs of hot chocolate. The perfect drink for a rainy day.

After you were done making them you walked back to the living room carrying two hot mugs of chocolate.

He was quick on standing up and grabbing the other cup from you. He took a quick whiff on the mug and smiled. "Thank you" he told you, you shooked your head "No, Thank you for sharing your umbrella Akaashi" you smiled.

"Anything for you, Y/n" he told you, holding your hand and squeezing them. The rest of the afternoon continued on with you and him talking about certain books you and him have read.

🏷: @crescenttooru @leronddesorciere @fleurdedyo @owlnymph @kawaiiisis (shoot an ask or dm if u wanna be added on my taglist! ^v^)

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arofili · 4 years

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how’d u get into writing? like, writing fic and being part of the silm community, being Known, that stuff? i’m really new to being a silm cc and i’d love to know ur advice! also: how’d u build up the confidence to start posting meta/hcs? bc i have a Lot of hcs and meta ideas but also i’m really anxious abt posting them bc yknow anxiety is like that

these are some great questions, anon! I’m gonna go through them one by one :)

how’d u get into writing?

not to be like, super cliche, but I’ve...kind of always been a writer? as long as I can remember I’ve been telling stories, and when I was too young to read or write I would dictate them to my mom, who would type them up for me and help me choose clipart illustrations to accompany them. when I got old enough I would always be writing; I attempted my first novel at age 9, and while that never really went anywhere I did finish the darn thing and it had some pretty sophisticated plot twists for a 9-year-old!

like, writing fic

around the same time I got into fandom! I was deep into Warrior cats (like. really deep) and I believe I started writing my first fics when I was like? 10 or 11? my memory is kind of fuzzy on the order of things, but I know I got an account on the Warriors forums when I was 9, and that I was already posting my fic there when I made my FFN account. I believe I was 12 when that happened, but who knows. I haven’t the faintest idea of what happened with those forums, but uhhh pretty much all of my Warriors fic is still up on FFN lmao. you could probably find that if you want to but um...maybe don’t?

my first Big Fic was a self-insert of...my entire 5th/6th grade class into the then-current timeline of the Warriors books...well. I honestly think that might still be my most popular fic of all time l m a o though I try not to think about it because Hashtag Cringe. though as much as I look back on that time with a “yikes,” I am very grateful for the Warriors fandom in a way? that place was so accepting and encouraging of OCs, of AUs, of completely disregarding canon, of worldbuilding that is completely alien from canon - it was a fantastic sandbox to begin with, there were so many ways to write stories and practically all of them were accepted and had fellow fans invested in them!

and being part of the silm community,

soooo I wrote Warriors fic until my freshman year of high school (wow sdjfhkdsjfh), which was when BOTFA came out, and I was absolutely wrecked by the ending and immediately started writing my own fixit fic. I was also super hooked on Kiliel! so that was my intro to the Tolkien fandom; and simultaneously, I joined tumblr, and, well, the rest is history tbh.

I honestly do not remember when I first read the Silm, but I kind of got into the more obscure parts of the Tolkien fandom through fandom osmosis, and I do have a vague memory of doodling the Finwean family tree in geometry class so it might have been later on in freshman year? that was also the same time I was having my Queer Awakening, and Russingon definitely contributed to me unlearning my internalized queerphobia, so probably around then.

anyway - queer awakening, tumblr, Tolkien, transitioning from FFN to AO3 - all of that was happening around the same time. I know I dipped my toes in the Silm fandom then, but I was still primarily a Hobbit fic writer focusing on Kiliel. toward the end of high school I kind of shifted to LOTR and (qp) Gigolas...but somehow the Silm fandom is the most active of the Big Three within the Tolkien fandom, and I was getting dragged further and further in.

it wasn’t until @backtomiddleearthmonth 2019, my freshman year of college, that I really dove into writing Silm fic! I picked some Silm-specific bingo cards and never looked back :D that was really not all that long ago but I am obsessed in a way I don’t really remember being even with TH/LOTR, I obviously cannot see the future but I anticipate hanging out here for a long time. the Silm fandom is great overall and there’s just so much material to work with!! <3

being Known, that stuff?

so I don’t really have a whole lot of context on how “well known” I am in the fandom?? definitely within the past year and a half or so I’ve noticed that I like, get asks like this, and get a significant amount of notes on my posts, and I’ve made a lot of fandom friends especially since I joined some Silm servers on Discord (hmu if you want invites; I’m on the SWG server and 2 general Silm servers and the Russingon server) this past year. and I have 3,000 followers as of this month - and while ever since I hit 1k I don’t particularly pay attention to my follower count I can definitely say that I have more engagement now than I used to! but it took me a long time to build this “audience,” I suppose; I’ve been around the Tolkien fandom since late 2014, so nearly 6 years of this, lol.

really the best way to build a following, in my experience, is to just post a lot of stuff. when I started making edits I got a lot more engagement, because for a long time I would post one every day! (I made them in batches and queued them; I didn’t actually make one every day lol...and now I’m too busy to do that, so I just make edits for events and whenever I feel like it) And I have [checks ao3] 145 works in the Silm fandom as of today - I’m fairly prolific! I’ve come to generally expect 3-10 comments on most of my oneshots, which is a lot more than I used to have back in the day. consistency and quantity are more likely to attract people to your work - and quality, of course.

also: how’d u build up the confidence to start posting meta/hcs?

I’ve been writing since I was very young, and I’ve been writing fic for like...11 years? I think? in that time I’ve produced a lot of garbage, but imo most of that was in my Warrior cats phase, so I came into the Tolkien fandom with confidence in myself and my writing. I’m also working on original fiction on the side (I hope to eventually become a published fantasy author, but right now school takes up most of my time that I don’t devote to fandom, which gives me more immediate gratification and also is just Very Fun) and I know I’m a good writer.

basically, I’ve been doing this for like...half my life, and I’m still fairly young, so I’ve had time to build up my skill and confidence and I know I’m only going to get better with time. you will get better with practice. like I said, I’ve written a lot of terrible stuff, and it’s only through sucking for a long time that I’ve gotten to the point I am now. and I am far from perfect; I know I still have lots of room to grow!

for meta and headcanons specifically, I started with writing fic, and then when I didn’t think I could stretch something into an entire fic I would just make a hc post. I have a vivid memory of writing my first meta in a notebook during driver’s ed because it was so goddamn boring and I had Thoughts about Tauriel and Thranduil!

in my experience, meta comes from having Opinions and wanting to share them and most importantly to back them up - you need to have sources! you need to have reasons! you need to have justification! otherwise it’s not meta, it’s a headcanon or an AU. which is fine!! I love hc/AU!!! but they are not the same as meta, and I’m a stickler for being accurate when it comes to meta. if you have sources and shit to back you up, that will help you build the confidence to share your meta.

sharing disinformation and passing it off as meta instead of just coming out and saying this is a headcanon/baseless theory/AU or whatever is such a fandom pet peeve of mine; it’s not bad for something to not be Accurate! you just have to have that disclaimer - and even when you’re writing meta, you’re offering an interpretation of the text, and you need to acknowledge that other interpretations also exist and are valid.

um. I hope this answers your questions? and sorry for basically word-vomiting my entire life story, lol. this post got long; the main reason I’ve written so much fic is because I really just cannot shut up for the life of me. sooo if you can tear of that filter of being shy and just. say shit. you can go so far~!

OH and one more thing - I can’t believe I almost forgot this - but part of being a writer is participating in the community. this is code for LEAVE A DAMN COMMENT IF YOU LIKE A FIC. that’s how I made most of my fandom friends before Discord! I follow @ao3feed-silmarillion and stalk that blog for new Silm fics; I read the ones that interest me and comment on them.

I know this is not really the most common way for folks to find fic but it’s so rewarding to interact with new fic, new writers, new commentors, new stories - you can find gems that don’t rise to the top of the kudos/bookmark lists; you become friends with your fellow writers; you can watch people grow and change; you support smaller content creators. yeah, you might not be getting Just The Best Stuff, but it’s so so so worth it!!

and if you make friends in the comment section of other people’s fic - I guarantee you some of them will go to your AO3 profile and check out your fic, too! and they’ll leave comments! this is a fic community, and that’s what I cherish about fandom most of all, tbh.

anyway - again - sorry for rambling so much, but I hoped this helped! feel free to send in another ask, or to come talk to me off anon if you’d like! and definitely send me your stuff if/when you decide to share it; I would love to support you!!! <3

#silm #silm fandom #silmarillion #fan culture #tmi anna #(for real this time sjdfhdkfh)#tefain nin #long post #anon #answers

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salmonid-ink · 4 years

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While the buzz about Salmonids is rather widespread in this blog, what about the big bad Mr. Grizz himself? We’ve only seen him at least twice, so I wonder what else is there to him. How would the Salmonids react if their (kinda) apex predator (other then Inklings) went extinct? How much of a happy ending would that be for them? To know that all the blood shed by their comrades were all for something? I hope to see your reply soon. Thank you for keeping up with the flow of asks. - Anonymous

I do my best, haha! Sometimes an ask will take me longer to answer because I need to think on it a bit more, and then I forget it as I work on other things, or life gets the better of me. So if it seems like I missed one… I probably just got distracted, or haven’t thought up a proper answer yet, lol. I’m just really happy that so many people enjoy my headcanons!! It’s kept me working on this blog far longer than I thought I would initially!

At any rate… As for Grizz, here is a doodle I made of him a little while ago, but forgot about because it’s in the notebook I usually carry around outside of the house. Haven’t had much of a chance to go out and about recently.

AND AS FOR YOUR QUESTION….. I need to develop ideas for Grizz a little better, but I think that he’s been a thorn in the side of the Salmonids for generations–long enough to see a few runs (as they happen every 70 years), and to build a company based entirely around the eggs that Salmonids lay. Perhaps he was given an immortality drug like Judd, however I haven’t a single clue as to who would do this and w h y….. But we do have some proof that a bear exists SOMEWHERE in the Splatoon universe, but whether or not it’s Grizz himself, we don’t know for sure, yet. I’m going to say that it is, personally.

I know I’ve shared this cap many a time, lol… But it’s one of the favorites I have, and it leaves SO MANY implications that we could work with. Those “active bear” signs aren’t just for show! And that poor, poor Salmonid didn’t take the warnings to heart….

Anyway, when Salmon Run is over, Grizz usually deals in the use and trade of Power Eggs, which he typically gets by trading under the table with Octarians. This is to power Inkopolis and to feed the Zapfish. Golden Eggs can only be harvested during the 70-year migration, as any other time would require Inklings to break directly into Salmonid homes, which would raise some major red flags, especially when they get to the more modern-looking homes that the Salmonids have these days.

I went into detail about the headcanons I have about the logistics of the 70-year Salmon Runs here, if you’re interested!

As Grizz is getting up in age, and as Salmonids have been making precautions and self-defense measures against him, Grizz hasn’t been able to break into Salmonid Territory as much as he used to. While he manages to hunt down a fish now and again, he’s certainly no spring chicken, and must rely on the Inklings to do his dirty work. He calls upon certain individuals to do the real dirty stuff, like catching live Salmonids for him to eat. Stuff that one couldn’t convince or expect a plucky teen to do without some serious moral questioning. But hey, some adults you can pay out the nose for, and they’ll do just about anything…

Since the Salmonids refuse to trade their Golden Eggs to the Octarians, the Octarians must go about shady means to get their tentacles on them. As I’ve mentioned, they have a secret trade deal with Grizz, which nets them the Golden Eggs they so desire. They use these eggs for power and experimentation. Grizz gets Power Eggs when there isn’t a Run going on, as well as weaponry to be used during shifts. The Octarians will also do labor for him, if need be.

I think that… 50% of the Golden Eggs that Grizz steals are sold. Typically for power and things of that nature. 30% go to the Zapfish–they can mostly be sustained off of regular food and Power Eggs, but Golden Eggs give them that extra oomf that can power a city for a week like a breeze. This excess energy is usually stored, since it’s not really possible to store and preserve Power Eggs without them either hatching, or losing their potency and spoiling. 10% stays with Grizzco to be used for power. 5% goes directly to Grizz himself. The last 5% is used for… Farming Salmonids. A failsafe for Grizz, as it were… And to tide him over between the 70-year downtime if he can’t break into Salmonid homes himself to get his Golden Egg and Salmon fix.

If Grizz were to die, the Salmonids would certainly celebrate! Perhaps they could throw a festival of some kind… One that could rival their yearly harvest festival, the Sea’s Blessing! A feast for everyone, and a memorial to those who lost their lives during the fight. And who knows, maybe they could start creating ties with the Inklings. Mend the bridge and trade the Power Eggs to them directly, instead of Inkopolis having to get them through dubious means.

But even if Grizz died and Grizzco Industries went down with him (personally my preferred end is that he gets eaten by a mob of Salmonids after being knocked into the ocean), the Salmonids would still have predators to deal with. Things like salmon sharks, seals if they still exist (if whales are still around, it’s possible…?), herons, seagulls and other predatory birds could easily pick off Smallfry… Some other animals may have taken on eating them–I wouldn’t be surprised if Inklings have started to do so themselves, especially with so much propaganda against them.

Just as well, I figure that despite their eggs being incredibly potent and powerful, too astringent for most to eat, that there are some creatures other than Grizz and Zapfish that eat Golden Eggs. Between that, limiting how many eggs they fertilize to control population, and the fact that not every egg will hatch, the Salmonids do have plenty to keep their numbers down when Grizz isn’t around… But there would PROBABLY be a boom in population.

Hope that suffices!! 🐻

#Salmonid #Salmon Run #Splatoon #Mr. Grizz #Mr Grizz #Other Headcanons #Inky Questions #mod stinky #anon #anonymous

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aka-willow · 4 years

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Flight

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Words: 1817

Characters: Willow Wren, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers

Prompt/Tag:

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“What did I do wrong?”

Summary: Willow receives visitors at school

Timeline: February 2016

Song: Flight - Hans Zimmer

A/N: passed 300 views on Ao3! what?! like i know that’s not a lot but it’s a lot for me lol

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I wanted to skip school the next day—I hadn’t slept all night and I still had to get up early to shower in the locker room before school. I probably would have skipped if I didn’t have in-school suspension, which had to be the stupidest thing I’d ever heard of. Like… I’m already here, aren’t I? At that point, just let me go to class.

So, I dragged my ass to school, cleaned up in the locker room. I didn’t even bring a backpack to school that day, just my phone, and a charger. And a sharpie as a writing utensil. Off to a great start, per usual.

I ran into Peter and Ned in the hallway and they were surprised to see me there that early. “Hey, what’s up?” Peter asked. “Did you get number two on the algebra homework last night because Ned and I got two different answers. I texted you but…”

“Yeah… uh… no, sorry,” I said. “I forgot to text back.”

“Wanna go over it at lunch?” Ned asked.

I sighed. “Look, guys. Um… I got in-school suspension. Three days. I won’t be in class today.”

“What? What did you do?” Peter asked, his forehead crinkling with concern. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I got into a fight with Annabel,” I said. “After school.” I glanced down at my phone lockscreen. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Jeez, okay,” said Ned. “Wanna hang after school then?”

I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. “Sure,” I said. “Text me.”

We parted ways and I walked to the guidance office, where I’d be spending the rest of the day. It was a beautiful, sunny winter day, which made the whole thing seem even more depressing. I’m going to have so much work to make up. And we were doing review for the biology unit test in class today. Shit. I’ll have to get the notes from Ethan. In guidance, I was faced with another awesome Captain America VCR tape. “So, you got in-school suspension. You messed up…”

Jesus Christ.

“They’ll be sending your work down to you shortly,” said one of the guidance counselors.

“Great,” I said, completely deadpan. “Um… could I borrow a pencil?”

She frowned and handed me one from the colorful mug on her desk, a chipped D.A.R.E. to Resist Drugs and Violence pencil, and I took my time getting up and sharpening in the electric sharpener by the door. I can’t sit here all day. Physically. I’m gonna fall asleep, and then I’ll get another day tacked on.

I miss… I miss how things used to be.

Eventually, a manila folder of work was dropped off at the guidance office and I cracked it open, trying to decide if it was even worth doing any of it at this point. Even though my first term grades were good, I was barely scraping by now, and I didn’t have much hope for the third term, either.

Around nine, I had filled the margins of my Spanish homework with doodles and I was coloring in the spaces with a sharpie when the phone rang. I heard my name through the receiver. “Willow?” the guidance secretary asked. “They want you to report down to the main office.”

You’ve GOT to be kidding me. At least this is more interesting. “’kay,” I said, closing the folder, standing up quickly, almost excited for anything to break to monotony. But something felt wrong, and I couldn’t place what. As I walked down to the main office, my steps echoing in the empty hallway, my stomach began to clench. What is it now? How could things possibly get worse?

I became hyperaware of every noise, the sound of the heating escaping the vents, conversation in a nearby classroom, my own heartbeat. Calm down. You need to just calm down.

I paused outside the main office door and then opened it, as I forced the rest of my paranoia back. “Hi?” The office was silent except for the receptionist writing on a Post-It, and what looked like a dad in one of the waiting chairs, typing on his phone.

“Willow?” the receptionist asked, looking up.

“Yeah.”

She nodded her head down the hallway. “Conference room.”

“Do you know what this is about?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Why the hell would I know?”

Fair enough.

My feet heavy, I trudged down the carpeted hallway to the conference room, the same one I had met with Officer Dunphee in only a day ago. Is that what this is about? Does she have something to share with me? Or am I in more trouble?

I paused again in the hallway, trying to hear who was in the room, if anyone. Something is wrong. I know it.

“You saw it, too. We can’t risk it anymore.”

“I know. It’s just… is this the right way?”

I recognized the second voice, a male, and tried to run it through the catalog of all the other men I knew in my life. Marty’s dad? Principal Morita? The list was small. I opened the conference room door and decided to get the first word in. “What did I do wrong?”

Time seemed to grind to a complete halt. There were only two people in the conference room. A woman. Red hair. Wearing all black. And the man. It took me a few precious microseconds to deconstruct it, but I knew the face because I had stared at it so many times before.

Captain Fucking America.

“Willow?” the woman asked. “Do you want to sit?”

At that moment, I had a decision to make and as each fraction of second ticked by, as my heartbeat was reduced to a slow drone in my ear, I made it. Whatever this is, you need to run. It was a split-second reaction as I pivoted and sprinted back down the carpeted hallway, flying out of the main office as I heard the chairs scrape the conference room floor and the woman say something to the man. The “dad” sitting in the main office lunged for me as I ran for the door and I opened my palms and struggled to control my power, pushing him back just long enough for me to get out.

Comms chattered outside, I heard vehicles idling. The adrenaline seemed to dial my senses to a ten and I heard it all. It’s happening. They came for me.

I sprinted down the hallway, my mind racing, trying to get out of sight as footsteps pounded behind me. I can’t take them on. I need to get as far away as possible, right now. This is a fight I know I can’t win. “Hold on!” the woman yelled, but I heard heavy footsteps gaining on me and I turned, my hands pushing outward just as a projectile redirected from my chest and wind shot past it, back down the hall. They were going to shoot me.

With dawning horror, as a tide of wind pushed through the hallway, I ran for the auditorium, pushing open the stage doors and running for the camera perch, just somewhere to hide and regroup. I opened my wings, but I didn’t have enough room to gain momentum and get up there, and after a few failed hops, I was still on the ground and running out of time.

The ladder. I climbed the ladder up to the rafters just as the doors opened and a flashlight surveilled the space. I laid down as flat as I could against the rafters above the cameraman’s perch, praying I wouldn’t be seen, that they didn’t have heat goggles or something like that. I was still trying to process everything, what this meant, why?

You know why.

The flashlight clicked off and the door shut. I heard talk of calling in SHIELD to secure the room. Of course. That’s who’s outside.

With shaking hands, I pulled out my cellphone and pulled up Peter’s number. Pick up, please just pick up. It went to voicemail and I waited three agonizing seconds for the beep. “Peter. It’s me. Call me now. It’s urgent.” I then paused and reconsidered. “The really bad thing I said might happen has happened.” Is this really it? “Um… I have to go now, and I don’t think I’ll be able to be in touch for a while. Can you tell Ned? Please? Um… and Jessica Jones. Alias Investigations, her number is online. Bye. Thanks for being my friend.”

I hung up and powered my phone down, slipping it back into my pocket just as the auditorium doors opened again. SHIELD agents this time. Lots of them.

I still have a mission. I need to find Doctor Turner and get rid of that book. Dulce, New Mexico.

I can’t get caught now. Not yet.

I shimmied along the rafters, as quietly as possible, each creak and groan sounding like gunshots in my head. The comms chattering down below were beyond distracting as someone relayed instructions. I continued to move, an inch at a time until I reached the ladder to the roof access. Easy now.

I stood, praying I was out of sight and gave the trapdoor a push. It didn’t budge. I tried again. Nothing. Finally, I put all my weight into it and on the third try it screeched open and immediately the agents below went silent. Light filtered in and I was suddenly illuminated in the dark auditorium, cold air filling the rafters.

Before I could think of all the possible consequences, everything that would happen once I made this decision, as the chatter picked up and another projectile nearly struck me, I jumped up onto the roof and began running, as fast as I could, opening my wings, not caring who saw now. The edge of the roof approached fast and I jumped off, letting myself fall towards the ground until I angled myself and swooped upward, rapidly gaining altitude. I looked down and saw a plethora of black SUVs outside MSST, and the same people from the conference room standing outside, staring straight up. I was too high to be caught now.

Something was approaching from where the sun was—I heard it cutting through the sky and saw its shadow—and without a pause, I narrowed my span, shooting through the sky, as fast as possible, aiming for the clouds that I hoped to lose them in. If they have someone in the air, they know what I can do.

I breached the clouds and passed through the white vapor, ducking and weaving as fast as I could, knowing now that I could never go home. The wind bit at my skin as I charted a new course, my limbs numb with adrenaline, my vision blurred. Gooblin’s in upstate New York. The fire tower. I need to get there.

They found me. I can’t go home.

#ww writing #willow wren #ned leeds #peter parker #natasha romanoff #steve rogers

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moonlit-seren · 5 years

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Dancing in the Rain || Mark Lee x Reader

Summary: Many hated it when it rained, but it always seemed to instill a sense of peace in you, like you’re in the eye of the storm everyone else is caught in. And sometimes you wonder, what would it be like to dance in it for once?

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Just something to make up for my angsty Mark imagine with lol. It was going to be completely platonic, but where’s the fun in that? By the way, is it annoying that I keep switching povs with every other imagine? I like to experiment with them haha.

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The soft pattering of rain droplets could be heard from inside the quaint diner you found yourself in. On typical days you’d be fascinated with the rain, watching intently as the crystal clear droplets fell from the sky. But not today, for the rain seemed to be the culprit of your dreary mood.

“I’m actually kind of glad you broke it off, I didn’t really like him,” commented Mark, startling you out of your thoughts as your gaze drifted from the window to your best friend who was sitting across the table from you. He glanced up to meet your gaze, eyes barely peeking above the menu in his hands.

You’ve known Mark for as long as you can remember. His family moved into the house next to yours when your mother was pregnant with you, and his parents had gotten very close with yours over the years.

He was a constant that you could always rely on to be there, except when you were fleeing from bugs and spiders. Then he was gone like the wind as was your courage in front of such a terrifying enemy. There was a point in your life that you thought that your stories together would be over, it was when you first chose to move to South Korea.

You had gotten a scholarship offer for one of the schools in Seoul, and there was no reason for you to decline except for the friends and family you’d leave behind. But on the day of your flight, Mark came dashing into the airport, noisily wheeling his beaten up black luggage as he caught up to you at your gate, saying that he’d follow you wherever you go.

It was then that you knew that you could never let such a sweetheart waltz out of your life, and the two of you stuck together like glue. However, it always got in the way of your relationships, as your significant others never liked your close bond to your best friend. You were actually starting to get tired of it, even the last fight you had with your ex just hours ago ended up with him shouting that he felt like he was a smaller part of your life than Mark was.

“Oh, were you jealous that I paid him more attention than you?” You teased, reaching for your abandoned menu that had been left untouched since the waitress first set it down. It was kind of pointless though, after all, you already knew what you wanted by heart.

This particular burger joint had been Mark and your hangout for years, ever since the two of you moved to Seoul. In your shared opinions, it had the best milkshakes in all of Seoul and exceptional customer service as well, for a restaurant serving fast food.

“Shut up!” Protested Mark with a childish whine, a blush flaring up his cheeks. You smiled, always finding it adorable whenever he got flustered. You were that one friend that cackled silently behind a bush while stalking Mark as he confessed to his crush, pulling out your phone to record his nervous voice cracks and clumsy actions. Nevertheless, you were also that friend that bought him ice cream whenever he got rejected and took him on day long movie marathons to get his mind off of it.

“Aww,” you cooed, reaching one hand over the table to pinch at Mark’s cherry red cheeks. You silently laughed at how he forgot to deny it in his embarrassed haste, not bringing it up again as you asked him if he was done choosing. Once he nodded in affirmation, you waved done the waitress who had seated you in this secluded booth.

You let Mark go first, opening your mouth to order for yourself but Mark beat you to the chase. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to order for one another, after all, the two of you might as well be psychic when it comes to the other’s thoughts and feelings.

You loved that you never had to vocalize your frustrations to let them be known, as you always struggled to find the right words when ranting. Mark always knew, and never ever let you drown in your own frustrations alone.

He was your shoulder to lean on, as you were his. Which was also why he was the first person you called when your ex broke up with you, needing his company and support as always, just like when you were kids.

“So, why did your boyfriend break up with you?” Mark asked tentatively, not wanting to seem too insensitive after boldly declaring that he didn’t like the guy in the first place. By this time the waitress had already walked away, the soft clicking of her heels against the tile floor fading away with every step she took.

You sighed at the question, not really wanting to bring up that you close friendship with Mark was the reason for the break up as it always is. Deciding to prolong your answer before revealing the real reason, you thought through your words carefully before letting them slip off of your tongue.

“Do you remember how we used to sneak out when it rained to play with the water?” you asked, waiting for Mark to nod before you continued.

He did, cackling at the memory. “Yeah, I also remember that one time we were caught, and both of us were grounded for a week.”

Your parents found the two of you splashing about in the street in your neon yellow rain boots, and boy were they mad. You had to endure an hour long lecture about how dangerous it was and were rushed to bed in a desperate attempt to keep you from getting sick.

It wasn’t too bad though. The window to Mark’s bedroom was facing yours, so the two of you could communicate using old notebooks and dollar store markers that always seemed to find a way to get on your skin.

It almost became a game to see if the two of you could match up on colors for that day, it rarely worked, though that one Tuesday both of you whipped out identical blue markers was one of the happiest days of your six years alive.

You joined in on Mark’s laughter, also recalling your marker stained hands and the way you used to hide your ‘communication devices’ under your bed just in case your parents caught on.

“Well, I brought it up to my boyfriend since we were talking about childhood memories, and asked if he’d be willing to play in the rain with me,” you sighed before continuing, the argument still a little bit too fresh in your head. “He bristled at the way I brought you up, accusing me of cheating for the nth time before proceeding to call me childish for wanting to do something so detrimental to my own health.”

“He must not like getting sick,” was all Mark responded with, brows rising as he pursed his lips. He was used to this as much as you were, no one seemed to believe that the two of you could just be friends but that’s all that you were. Just friends.

And that’s all you wanted to be. Well, at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself. It’s not like you find yourself smiling at the memory of Mark stumbling over an invisible rock often or even doodling his name in your notebooks just because you were bored in class…

You giggled at Mark’s comment, nodding along as you turned you gaze back out to the wet streets outside. The sidewalks were pretty deserted as not many people wanted to walk in the rain, even though it was only lightly sprinkling.

The waitress came back shortly after with your meals, which were devoured pretty quickly. No words were exchanged between the two of you, though occasionally you’d make eye contact and snicker at the way you guys looked with crumbles sprinkled at the corner of your mouths.

It was nice to just bathe in each other’s presence after not having been able to get together much during the school year. School got out a week ago and before planning anything with anyone else, Mark’s number was the first you dialed.

No matter how much time you’ve cumulatively spent with one another, every day passed with Mark felt like the two of you haven’t seen each other in years. It was always new and exciting, even when returning to one of your favorite things to do with one another. Aka binging on unhealthy snacks while watching marvel movies at your apartment.

Though, every once in awhile, Mark would suggest meeting up outside of your homes to get some fresh air and fast food rather than take out from your favorite Chinese restaurant.

Once the bill was taken care of, Mark got up, much to your surprise.

“Didn’t you say we should wait out the rain? Neither of us have an umbrella,” you questioned, realizing that your words were falling on deaf ears as Mark slipped your hand in his, pulling you out of you seat.

He led the two of you through the front entrance before stopping just outside the door so that you two were still shielded from the rain by the awning of the diner.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to play in the rain?” Asked Mark, eyes glinting mischievously as he slowly started to walk backward, grip firm on your hand.

“No, Mark!” You started panicking, watching as the thin shower of water slipping off the awning grew closer. Mark passed under it first, pulling you through it so that both of you were soaked.

He laughed at your horrified face, your shock slowly melting into bafflement that your best friend had the audacity to pull a stunt like that. However it didn’t last long, the expression slipping off your face with the next wave of raindrops trailing down your cheeks into a genuine smile.

You jumped into the nearest stream of water running by the curb of the street, splashing about as Mark bounced around in the water with you.

“Remember our favorite activity to do when it rained?” Mark asked, already pulling out his phone with a broad smile. You nodded, fondly recalling how Mark always played soft music during rainstorms to get you mind off of the loud thunder. You’ve grown out of your fear of thunderstorms, but it was something you still did to this day to reminisce the days of your youth.

It was rather dark outside, due to the fact that the sun had already set, however, Mark could make out your nod from the dim lighting of the shops around you and the streetlamps.

He went to his favorite playlist for peaceful evenings, tucking his phone away as he hopped up onto the concrete block supporting one of the street lamps, swinging around it before cheekily offering his hand to you.

You rolled your eyes, taking it and jumping up with him. The two of you poorly reenacted a few scenes from “Singing in the Rain”, letting out as many laughs as you did verses. It didn’t really matter how bad the two of you were at imitating the actors and actresses, you guys were having fun, and it was the thought that counted.

Who knows how long the two of you messed about in the rain, it felt like time froze when you were out there spinning in Mark’s arms and belting out the lyrics to all the songs that played.

You allowed Mark to pull you into one last turn as the last song of his playlist ended, chest heaving as all that dancing had left you out of breath. His arms were wrapped securely around you, and you had both of your hands pressed up against his chest.

Your faces were only a couple of inches apart, and you couldn’t seem to tear your gaze from Mark’s as his bore into yours. It wasn’t rare for the two of you to get quite this close, however, for some reason this embrace felt a little different than usual.

Mark was turned away from the streetlight, resulting in the color of his irises merging with his pupils causing his eyes to look pitch black like a bottomless sea of raging emotions swirling around and around. It was entrancing, the midnight hues reflecting a great depth that you couldn’t fathom and you searched the waters in them for some kind of emotion.

There definitely was an emotion rising up, however it was one that you were unfamiliar with in your best friend’s eyes, let alone one that was directed at you. A burning fire heated up in your own orbs, as you close your eyes allowing your element to clash with Mark’s as his lips softly collided with yours.

It was a new sensation, one that you realized with a start that you could get used to. It was warm and fuzzy, and it felt more like home than anything else you’ve ever experienced since moving to Seoul.

Maybe all the failed relationships you blew through were the universe’s cues that the person you belonged with was by your side all along.

Maybe all of this was written in all the stars you wished upon in your youth, but you were too oblivious and naive to read the messages twinkling down on you from the heavens above.

Whatever it was, you knew that all the heartbreak you’ve been through built you up to this moment, which is why you didn’t hesitate to snake your arms around Mark’s neck and melt into the comfortable warmth that you’ve known all your life.

You’ve found your home away from home, and it was all because you danced with your best friend in the rain.

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #mark #fanfiction #imagine #oneshot #romance #fluff #nct mark imagine #nct mark oneshot #nct mark fanfic

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hey I loved your wedding art so much I was gonna take a look at your commission post(even tho I know I don't have any money lmao) but I just saw they are closed now oof but anyways thought I would let you know your art is amazing and keep it up!!! Also, I just saw that you're a self taught artist and I've been trying to get into it too so can you maybe guide me a bit? like any resources that helped you and anything you think will help me learn on my own?

Hey there lovely anon! Awww… thank you thank you thank you!!! You’re an amazing Nonnie too XD Sorry I have to close it since the list of commission are getting quite long, and since I’m back in Uni, I’ll get busy with studying a bit. Right now I’m still trying to do my best on finishing all of the commissions while I still have some free time.

Wow! Ganbatte Nonnie! You’re gonna be great artist. I know you can! Mmmm..the tips that I’m about to share is a bit long. heee… I hope you’ll find this useful XD

Great Effort and Practice, Practice, Practice! I hope you’re not getting sick with the word ‘Practice’, but that’s the reality. Nobody can just ace in something without a tonnes of practice. Try to draw something daily, even if it’s just some messy doodle in class, it still count as practice.

Watch YouTube tutorials. There’s actually many tutorials that you can found on YouTube. Seriously, they are ALL AMAZING! I don’t have any YouTuber preferences, cuz I tend to watch randomly, just any vids that I think interesting. When I was still noobies with digital art, YT vids are the most helpful thing in my life! I actually learn how to use layers, tricks, drawing hacks and etc. from YT.

Referencesssssss…. for startup, this is the most important thing. You may be able to envision on what to draw in your mind, but somehow, when you want to start drawing, it just turns out blank cuz you don’t know how to do it. Drawing doesn’t have to just be about drawing whatever you imagine and tadaaa it’s done, sometimes you need references. In the past, I just referred from comic books, and some art magazine. There’s no Internet at my house at the time lol. I try to draw like in the comic, something like same pose but different hair or outfit. Well, now it is much easier. Everything is on the Internet. OH! I found this one amazing website which have great references if you want to practice on figure drawing, just click here! You can customize the settings whether u want to practice on facial expression, or hands, or body poses, or even animals. (WARNING: There’s nudity in there, but you can switch it off on the setting) It’s totally AWESOME!!!

Take a break in awhile. There will be times that you feel like you’re not making any progress. Your drawing sucks. It’s ugly. Why you can’t make it beautiful like his/her drawing? Why people kept criticizing your arts but exactly all you wanna do is make them happy. You can’t draw anything cuz you’re having the artist block. You starting to feel down and you want to give up. Yeah, I’ve been there. and still do. But don’t worry, it will pass. If you feel like things are getting pretty stressed up, just take a break. Try to do other things. Well, I prefer to just watch some movies, or blast some songs and sing my heart out, talk to someone I’m close to, or just go to sleep. Sometimes, all you need is just rest. Or maybe a hiatus to clear your mind. But don’t make it too long, cuz it could took quite some time to gain back your drawing skills (I learn it from my hiatus a while ago..I kindof forgot how to draw faces, but it came back after a while hehe ^^).

Make a Personal Sketch Book. Sketchbook is like a necessity to me. It’s more like for doodles and some gibberish stuff I make up in there, but still it’s where I pour out everything I hold inside of me. If you’re creative enough, you can decorate it with stickers and washi tape etc. But I prefer mine to be just as it is. This book totally helpful if you want to look back on your old drawing or doodles, and even improving your art style. Any book that you’re comfortable to draw in it is cool. So far, I have three sketchbooks in my collection. Seriously, you will be super impress when you look back on your old sketchbook ^^ It’s FUN!

I think that’s all I can think of. I would love to hear more from you, Nonnie!💕💕💕

#Shaz Art Tips #Anon Ask

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I AM ON BOARD THIS SHIP AND READY TO SUFFER TELL ME ABOUT THEM

ALL RIGHT ANON, YOU ASKED FOR IT.

I don’t even think there are any Curse of Strahd spoilers here (okay, there’s one minor spoiler) because our CoS campaign morphed into the DM’s Homebrew campaign and I know for a fact that this hinges on something the DM decided on between the last two sessions.

I don’t know the full story yet but here are the relevant details so far:

Towards the beginning of the campaign, Zero found a caravan of people called the Vistani. The Vistani are a group of fortunetellers who were celebrating the many freedoms that had been granted to them by the vampire King Strahd, They have the ability to travel through the mist that covers Barovia, which makes them the only ones that are allowed to enter and leave as they please.

The elder in the caravan is a fortuneteller named Ava, who recognized Zero. According to Ava, Zero was Vistani and had been born in Barovia but taken away for his own protection. His parents had been worried about Strahd and sought outside help. They committed a crime by helping a famous vampire slayer by the name of Rudolph Van Richten cross the border. This angered Strahd, who managed to convince Van Richten to come to his side and Van Richten slaughtered Zero’s parents. Also, Strahd would want Zero dead if he knew he was alive because thanks to his parents, his bloodline is criminal.

Zero took Ava at her word because he didn’t know anything about anything, and a flashback he had soon after (followed by a few more flashbacks) in which he witnessed the murder of his parents himself seemed to corroborate her story.

Flash forward much later. Zero’s dealing with a lot of planar shifting powers he can’t control. Thanks to his latest shift, Strahd’s castle Ravenloft and a bunch of other people have somehow landed in the world we are currently in. A man approaches our group and introduces himself as Rudolph Van Richten. He wants to kill Strahd to avenge his family but needs our help to do it. I, and by extension, Zero, forgot Ava had given us his name lol, but there are several things Van Richten shares with the man from Zero’s flashbacks so he’s picking up on things despite a failed perception roll.

Zero suddenly remembers the conversation with Ava and attacks Van Richten on Strahd’s doorstep, claiming he murdered his parents. Van Richten drops his weapon, falls to his knees and says Zero has every right to kill him, but begs him to wait and to let Van Richten help them kill Strahd, who he clarifies had something to do with the loss of his son. Van Richten killed Zero’s parents because Ava had told him they were responsible all those years ago, only to realize after they were dead that they were innocent. Zero asks why he should believe Van Richten over Ava, and Van Richten reveals that Ava is Strahd’s sister which is enough for Zero to realize how little he actually knows, and spares him to get more information. Due to a string of chance rolls, Strahd shows up and finishes Van Richten off while he’s at his most vulnerable - unarmed and on his knees.

The background there is important, I promise.

Last time a soul appeared above Van Richten’s body. Zero initially tried to preserve his soul with a puppet made to contain souls and some soul transfer daggers, but I fudged a roll and he fell through it instead. He watched the younger Van Richten murder his parents again, but this time the flashback revealed that in the seconds before they were killed his mom and the man he had assumed was his father had been in disguise. Their disguises were lifted upon their deaths. Van Richten says, “What have I done?”, turns to Zero, and says, “Forgive me, my son.” And with that Zero snaps back to the present and the soul bursts and disappears.

I think this part was a recent decision, and it’s actually a really smart and cool move. The DM confirmed I didn’t have to retcon anything for this to fit in, not even the stories Van Richten and Ava told. He only clarified that in the flashbacks, Zero only thought the man killed in these flashbacks was his father but did not feel the same attachment to him as he did to his mother. This actually fits PERFECTLY because for some reason I tend to draw Zero with his mother, and the DM has had visions of his mother appear outside of flashbacks in game but never once the father.

Which makes Zero’s mother a Vistana and his father the most interesting npc in the game, like I didn’t realize how cool he was until after he died when I found out he was apparently a big deal in second edition?? Which is amazing because it’s such a great and organic way to keep Van Richten relevant to the story (I was worried we wouldn’t get to learn more about him, he became my fav two seconds before he died).

There’s the backstory. Basically:

Van Richten killed Zero’s mother and this other man who we now know is NOT Zero’s actual father. Van Richten didn’t recognize them because they were in disguise at that moment and he acted too quickly. He was trying to avenge his son - Zero - because Ava had told him this disguised couple were responsible for the loss of his son, but she lied. He tried for 23 years to set things right and was finally at the point where he could take down Strahd, only for his son to commit the same mistake of acting too quickly based on a lie told by Ava. Zero ends up setting in motion the very quick series of events that lead to the death of his real father while he tries to avenge his parents.

Since the Vistani get along well with Strahd and Zero’s mom, a Vistana, had a kid with a vampire slayer, I’m getting some forbidden romance vibes, and we already know it’s tragic so it has already shot high up on my list of favorite ships.

So the ship you’re seeing there is Zero’s mother and a younger Van Richten because I can’t handle all my feelings, this is like the saddest story I’ve ever heard.

That’s all I know right now!! We’ll get to find out more as the campaign continues so right now I’m just doodling because I can’t wait to find out everything that happened before I draw them. D:

#replies #anon

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working-on-becoming-a-better-me · 3 years

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Day 253—Mar. 23, 2021

Okay, so the numbers for my previous consecutive posts were off by a day (like a day ahead) and February 7′s math was way off, but I googled this! so from here on out, we will be accurate! let’s go bois!

BIG UPDATE BOIS! Essentially? I’VE GOTTEN BETTER! Mental health is better, habits are better, outlook on life is better, productivity... isn’t as high as it was when I first started the blog, but it’s doing MUCH better than November and even January.

coping with minecraft:

So, I’m still addicted to the dream smp minecraft fandom. my friend got me a dream hoodie, bucket hat, and a georgenotfound hoodie for my birthday. but! I’m coping better. I’m behind on streams, and am now catching up during Spring Break. For a while, I was pushing back school work to watch and catch up on streams. I promised myself that during free periods I would work since I was catching up on streams at home, and then... yeah. ANYWAY! I’ve gotten a lot better at that recently by noticing that even fanart accounts (accounts dedicated to mcyt-ers) were talking about how they didn’t watch a phasmaphobia stream because they weren’t interested in it, or talking about how they were behind on streams... it really helped me accept the fact that I can be a real fan and not watch every single stream.

cultural convention:

My international school does events with other international schools but because of covid, we can’t travel. I act and made varsity drama (we call it a different name, but yeah!) and we had virtual conferences. I was incredibly friendly and loud and there were tons of zoom calls. Our schools kinda known for being... uh, stuck up? and kinda elitist. Not like I was being fake, but I was making an effort to talk during calls and be active on group chats made. I joke-flirt a lot and focused my attention on one person. A whole thing ensued, but some of the other actors in my school (there were only 11 of us) were joking abut sending me to “horny jail” and one girl kept apologizing for me. During “lounge sessions” I would interject with what I thought were funny comments and she’d say “again, I’d like to apologize for her behavior” and... uh... I cried at school. Cuz I’ve heard way too many times from too many different people about how I’m embarrassing... BUT.

What really helped was the fact that there were late night zoom calls and I was one of only three kids from my school the first night on a call with around 25 people. Other people said I helped give them a really good first impression of our school, especially considering all the things they’d heard previously. The guy I joke-flirted with (I previously dmed him asking if he was okay with it and he said he was) said on a call that I was one of the funniest people he’d met in a while. It was a huge confidence booster in knowing that the efforts I was making were paying off :)

confidence:

Since starting this blog, I’ve been trying to be nicer to myself. I’ve been practicing more positive self speak and have recently realized the difference between the way I speak about and to myself and how some other people do. Being nicer to myself out loud has helped a lot in feeling better and more comfortable.

I wanted to try wearing black masks, but my mom bought the wrong kind. They had patterns and I was really nervous because I didn’t really want to stand out. I used to not care, but... I dunno. Teenagehood and whatnot. We wear uniforms too, so the only differences are in accessories, hair, etc. I’m not sure why, but I was really nervous to wear the new mask patterns to school. But I told myself it was an experiment, to force me to be more confident. I actually forgot I was wearing it until I saw myself. And since I’d posted on my private story saying I was doing this to try and be more comfortable, some of my friends came up to me and told me it was actually cute. Shows that I really had nothing to stress for. Not that it was really self-expression, but for me, and anyone else who needs to hear this, no one cares. Maybe they even wish they had the courage to wear different things as well.

mcyt mantra:

I have a mantra now! adapted from something drunk Wilbur Soot said during Quackity’s livestream, I think. I repeat it when I’m happy and when I’m nervous or scared and I guess... I dunno, I’m like classically conditioning myself? Except not really since I’m doing it out of order. But yeah! get yourself a mantra!!!

character day:

more with confidence! spirit week is just an excuse for kids to not wear their uniforms, but I put a lot of effort into an Ace Ventura outfit I put together. I only saw around two or three other people actually dressed up as characters, but I had so much fun and thought I looked amazing. I was proud that I wasn’t a normie ;]

Also... it’s so humid in this country and the rubber bottoms of my boots actually stuck to the pavement and fell off. I spent the day without the bottoms of my shoes and it was so funny. Even my mom laughed after (she laughed for so long, it was adorable) and she said only I could pull it off and that the friend I walk to school with everyday is lucky to have me as a friend. My mom was telling me about how she never had a friend like me growing up, just so weird and goofy. And it made me happy to think that I can bring so much... zaniness to people’s lives

ao3:

been writing a lot more recently! haven’t been posting on my writing blog since it’s all fanfiction, but it’s helping me write! I update one of my stories every two weeks. When I feel like I’m not doing enough, it’s a nice reminder that I actually can be consistent. I may be getting better... who knows :)

nehs:

been editing lots of papers even though I don’t need to anymore since I made vp of my school’s nehs chapter. but it’s helping me learn too! I’m very instinctual when writing, but obviously when I’m editing I can’t just ask them to change something because “it doesn’t sound right”. So I google explanations and then tell the people who’s papers I’m editing. It helps both them and me!

ipad/drawing:

got a new ipad for my birthday. been messing around with procreate. been doodling in class (only dream team characters so far lol). might be getting better... hopefully I am!

also have a sticky notes app on my ipad and been creating to-do lists! yay!

teaching:

been teaching students in cambodia! last year I had a teaching partner who guided lessons mostly. this year I’m the leading teacher. It’s helping with my fear of leadership and responsibility.

social:

still not the most social, but more active on snapchat now with keeping in contact with some of the cultural convention kids. covids made it harder to keep in contact, and I’ve been trying to reach out more to my closest friend who I’ve not hung out with in a while. not that we don’t see each other at lunch every other day, but I walk to school with, share a class and after school study hall with another friend. so comparably, I’ve spent less time with my closest friend.

recently had a spa day with my small neighborhood gang! my friend painted my other guy friend’s nails! yes! we used face masks as well :)

general update:

- went to the pool the other day and now I’m hecka burnt

- yesterday I wrote letters for honor society points, caught up on math hw, wrote a reflection and plan for a class, reviewed chinese with my mom, met up with my “mentor” for a class

- have been helping a lot of people! am currently a part of two people’s pieces for their theater class and I have a rehearsal later today!

- was doing a lot of work as an officer of thespian honor society—I’m likely going to be on the officer team again next year and, until a few weeks ago, I hadn’t felt like I’d been doing much and was feeling unworthy. but then I was proactive about something and updated our sponser (school’s drama director) on what we as officers decided. felt... prettyyy goooodddd :)

- !!! yesterday I went on a walk and brought money and my student ID, ready to buy bubble tea, but then... I mustered up what little willpower I had and then didn’t buy it. Instead, I bought surprise lilies for my mom (and some groceries she asked me to get) - been trying to cut out unnecessary sugars and foods. if I’m not hungry, I shouldn’t eat, but also... I listen to my body and if I’m feeling really snacky, I’ll indulge - recently been craving ice cream, but not the flavors in my fridge so instead I’m just not eating ice cream at all and ate an apple once as a substitute :D

- not sure if I’ve been sleeping more, but it kinda feels like I have been?

- started taking pictures of the world when I think it’s pretty one sunny afternoon when I was laughing lots with a friend... especially right after cul con, I was taking a lot more pictures...

- just been more active (not physically... though occasionally, when bored, I’ll stretch some... but I should try and get more active (I mean... the walk yesterday?))... creatively speaking (ao3, with art), socially online (cul con kids), in person (making plans over spring break!)...

- I just feel like I’ve been putting more effort into life

of course, there are the down bits, like for one project based class where the end product is due in May-ish and it focuses on the “process”... I’m just... not... process-ing. I chose a writing project (why). I’m focusing a lot on my side projects, but not my class writing one :/ as well as that, when assignments pick up, I do too, but when I get down time I feel like I deserve it (which I do!) but I don’t work ahead. I’ve been really busy though. Teaching got cancelled because the school in Cambodia shut down unfortunately due to covid. But before spring break, I was teaching, editing papers, writing my own for lang, doing cul con and then catching up on work I missed because of cul con, studying for tests, attending rehearsals... there’s a lot going on and I need to recognize that I am doing so well, especially compared with a few months prior when I was in a much darker place.

mostly stress has been my plague, but yeah! also in the span of one week, two classes bumped up a grade (or half a grade... we have letters and + system (no -)) so my previously low gpa became slightly less low! It gave me confidence that I can end the semester strong!

procrastination: another plague. I keep delaying setting up college counseling meetings and have delayed this update for a while now... and the project-class...

also have babysitting jobs again so we gon get some monnaayyyyy! (job is not from people we met at the pool, but we did meet people at the pool and their kids liked me so much they asked me mom to get me to babysit them... another boost to confidence! yay :) I’m a likeable person :] )

thanks for sticking around! I’m glad I’m getting this update in because I’m doing... really well :D hope you guys are also doing well or that it gets better!

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rikubun · 7 years

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Riku Nanase Order Please! Rabbit Chats Chapter 5

Chapter 5: 接客業とアイドル The Service Industry and Idols

Tsumugi: Riku-san, thank you for the good work.

Tsumugi: I met with the staff of the Ichiban Cafe just a while ago, and as I inquired about various things, it seems like even after the event, it was still booming!

Tsumugi: They said that it would be nice if we could do another event together someday…! That whole day made me feel like I have to work harder at trying to convey IDOLiSH7’s appeal so we can make that a reality ><

Riku: Manager, thanks for the good work! Really!? I’m super happy that we could be of use to the Ichiban Cafe even after the event ended!

Riku: On the day of the event, there were people who came to cover the event, right? I read the articles that those people wrote, and I thought about how we were able to properly serve the customers with a smile!

Riku: During that time, I was too preoccupied that I mostly forgot how I was acting…. That’s why I’m glad that there were so many photos uploaded!

Tsumugi: I also read them! They were wonderful articles, weren’t they. Especially that photo!

Tsumugi: Everyone was so cool in that photo where you were with both TRIGGER-san and Re:vale-san, sporting signature poses while shouting, “Order Please!”

Riku: I also like that photo! Iori also praised me saying that I did a good job not spilling any of the juice while holding the tray with one hand!

Tsumugi: I was surprised at how you all perfected roller skating! Tamaki-san also did things like turns..

Riku: Iori bluntly told Tamaki, “Don’t play with your roller skates while on the job” but in the end, it became a good performance, didn’t it!

Riku: I also spun around in circles with Momo-san! Tenn-nii told us to be careful, though…!

Tsumugi: It’d be a cool performance if you did it in moderation, but if you overdo it, then it would be dangerous, wouldn’t it..

Riku: Yeah, you’re right.... But, it was super fun! I want to be employees with everyone again!

How do you feel about being a cafe employee permanently?

There are going to be goods that will be released as well, so the fun isn’t over yet!

What kind of occupation do you want to experience next?

Tsumugi: How do you feel about being a cafe employee permanently?

Riku:A cafe employee, huh! If it was with everyone again, then it’ll definitely be fun. It shares the same aspect of making people smile with idols, after all.

Tsumugi: There are going to be goods that will be released as well, so the fun isn’t over yet!

Riku: You’re right! I can’t wait for it to be delivered. I want to decorate the office again!

Tsumugi: What kind of occupation do you want to experience next?

Riku: Hmm, last time I was a caretaker at an aquarium so... next time, I want to be a staff member at an amusement park or something! If it was at the Usamimi Friends’ park, I think Iori would be happy!

Riku: But anyways, it was so long since we’ve been able to be at that close of a distance to our fans. It reminded me of the live we did at the front of the station!

Tsumugi: Yeah. I’m thankful that you’re able to perform in a much bigger place now, but the opportunities for such close communication have considerably decreased….

Riku: I was once again able to reflect on how happy of a thing it truly is to be directly told that they’re supporting us! I’m glad that I’m doing this job.

Riku: We also drew pictures on the cream sodas! Manager, thank you for coordinating that!

Tsumugi: No, no, it’s no problem! I was just told that it would be okay if you drew a simple picture that wouldn’t take up so much time…!

Riku: The one that got requested the most was, as expected, our autographs. I’m used to signing on autograph boards, but signing with a chocolate pen turned out to be pretty hard, so it ended up looking weird… (lol)

Tsumugi: It seems difficult to get just the right amount of pressure, after all ><

Riku: I’m a master at drawing pictures on omurice with ketchup though! (lol)

Tsumugi: As expected, chocolate and ketchup are different?

Riku: I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s kind of hard to stop! I don’t think I’ll ever do it again after this, so why don’t I draw something for you next time?

Riku: What kind of drawing do you want, Manager?

Tsumugi: T-then, I’ll go with Kinako...!

Riku: So Kinako then! Okay! I’ll practice so that I can do it perfectly! (lol)

Tsumugi: Y-you don’t have to go that far...! I’m sure that if it’s you, you can do it well already!

Riku: It’s nothing big, just a little doodle as thanks for everything, Manager!

Riku: For serving customers, I was taught that this kind of consideration for others is important, and although the situation may be a bit different, let me do it for your sake!

Tsumugi: Riku-san.. I’m happy! I’m looking forward to it then.

Riku:

Tsumugi:

#riku nanase #order please!#rabbit chat #translation #idolish7

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they-thember · 7 years

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In Which Mr. Krupp’s Secret Superpowers Aren’t Quite So Secret

( @guiltyhipster and @thatanimationgirl because we’re writing and tagging friends!!) hey y’all remember when I said I wrote CU fanfiction like five months ago. uh. here it is!! I mostly wrote it as a self-indulgent thing because I had no clue there would actually like…be a fandom!! So it’s not my best work lol I just wanted to get my ideas out on paper.

In this, our favorite terrible principal comes down with a cold, and it turns out that Captain Underpants’ powers begin to leak through while he’s in this miserable state…I am a sad writer’s soul and I would totally love comments if you wanted to give them but totally don’t feel obligated yo!! (ALSO I wrote this when I knew that Miss Anthrope would be Mr. Krupp’s love interest, but I DIDN’T know that she was the lunch lady now so like…she’s the secretary in this lmao)

George and Harold were terribly bright children who just happened to also be terribly, terribly naughty. They never caused any harm, of course, unless one would think that placing ketchup packets beneath toilet seats, replacing the American flag in their classroom with a pair of XXL underwear, and rearranging the letters on the lunchroom bulletin board so it would read “FRIDAY’S LUNCH WILL BE: SWEATY BRAS”, was harmful.

And Principal Krupp definitely considered all those things harmful….

And thus, George and Harold found themselves in detention quite frequently. You would think that he would show a little bit of gratitude to George and Harold for keeping his miserable life interesting. And also, of course, for continuously assisting Mr. Krupp in saving the world.

Though, they couldn’t exactly expect his thanks for that last bit. Mainly because Mr. Krupp didn’t know about it.

“Do you ever think that things might go a bit easier for us if we told Mr. Krupp that he’s Captain Underpants?” Harold asked one cloudy afternoon in after-school detention as he doodled in his sketch book, completely ignoring the pages of math homework in the corner of his desk.

George rose an eyebrow, not even looking up from the story ideas he was jotting down on the page where his English essay ought to be. “So he can expel us for hypnotizing him into believing he’s a superhero?”

“…Okay, yeah, not the best idea.”

“Not the best idea,” George agreed with a teasing grin, giving his best friend’s shoulder a harmless shove. “Besides, he’d use his powers to fly up to our treehouse and make sure we’re doing our homework.”

Harold couldn’t help a snort of laughter. “And he’d use his super strength to sit on us!”

“And use his super vision to peek into Miss Anthrope’s bedroom window!” George added, and the boys were soon giggling madly, hands clamped over their mouths.

“And he would use his authority as the principal to give you brats another two days of detention!”

Harold and George paled and slowly turned to find Mr. Krupp glowering at them from the detention room doorway, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl etched into his face (which was usually just as unpleasant to begin with). The boys shared a horrified look, wondering exactly how much of the conversation their principal had overheard. He couldn’t have heard them mentioning his status as Piqua, Ohio’s local superhero?

Clearly not. He would be far angrier than this. This here was Mr. Krupp’s usual ‘angry’ setting—perhaps the most overused emotion he had, but nevertheless, it was better than the blind rage that the boys knew would come about if he had overheard the beginning of that conversation.

Mr. Krupp stormed into the room, snatching up Harold’s sketch book before the fourth-grader could protect it. He grumbled to himself as he ripped out the newest page, and Harold clutched at the metaphorical rip in his own heart. “I suppose you boys are making your ridiculous comics rather than doing your homework?”

“Th-This is our homework!” George lied quickly before Mr. Krupp could reach for his own notebook of story ideas.

“Is it, now?” their principal snorted in disbelief. “For which class, then?”

“Art!” Harold exclaimed at the same time that George said “English!”

“Ha!” Mr. Krupp snickered, jabbing a finger in Harold’s horrified face. “Art! As if we would offer that here! You miserable little hobgoblins are creative enough as it is! Now, I’m going to take this sketch book of yours and lock it up in my desk until—”

“Benny?” came the nasally voice of the school secretary over the PA system in the classroom. “You’re still in Room 201, aren’t you?”

Mr. Krupp flushed and cleared his throat. “Yes, Miss Anthrope, and the brats in detention are, too!” he called up to the receiver.

“Oh! Well, excuse me, sir—” The way his obvious love interest called him ‘sir’ had George and Harold shuddering, their faces scrunched in disgust. “–But there’s a…bit of a situation.”

“Can’t it wait?” Mr. Krupp growled, still glaring daggers to George and Harold.

“Well….you see, there’s a flaming giant robot from space heading for the school! It just ate the gym teacher!”

Mr. Krupp’s toupee nearly tumbled off his head as he scrambled out the classroom door. “WHAT!? His family will sue us for sure! We’ll never get those holiday bonuses!” And with that, he was gone, footsteps thundering down the hall as he rushed to avoid this lawsuit.

George and Harold exchanged a wary look before pouncing out of their chairs. “Oh no!” Harold cried, running faster than he ever had in gym class. The boys bolted down the hallway in search of their principal, knowing that the school–and perhaps the world–needed Captain Underpants far more than it did Mr. Krupp.

“Here we go again!” George’s voice echoed down the hall, followed by an exclamation from their principal (“Hey! Just because the school is under attack doesn’t mean you get to leave detention, bubs!”) and a loud snap of Harold’s fingers.

As far as adventures went….this one was a bit dull.

Captain Underpants was more than ready to take on the flaming robot from outer space, of course. Once Harold snapped his fingers, the sound turned Mr. Krupp into his cheery alter ego, as per usual, and the hero was flying out the door in seconds. Fortunately, the dark clouds rumbling overhead chose that time to unleash a downpour. The flaming robot, clearly, was not expecting rain in Earth’s forecast so soon after arriving to wreak havoc. It promptly collapsed, the flames extinguishing in seconds. Captain Underpants grinned victoriously, hands placed on his hips in triumph. This only lasted momentarily before the rain had the hero’s head completely soaked. Only a minor setback for most heroes, perhaps, but Captain Underpants was much like the damaged robot from space in that water was his only weakness. In seconds, Captain Underpants was Mr. Krupp once more. The school principal barely had time to blink in surprise at being up so high before he was, unfortunately, plummeting back to earth, screaming in horror all the while.

Even more unfortunate was the gym teacher hurrying out of the robot’s broken chest plate, obviously unharmed. George and Harold would have expressed more disappointment if they weren’t screaming and scrambling with their arms outstretched, more than prepared to try to save their principal. Despite their small size and naughty tendencies, George and Harold really were very warm-hearted children, if not a bit slow to realize that trying to catch the plummeting man would only result in massive injury for them.

Thankfully, Mr. Krupp landed in the massive oak tree outside of the school. George and Harold skid to a stop and sighed in relief while their principal screamed and swore from the branches of the tree that had him tangled. They could have just left– after all, he was still alive, wasn’t he?— but the fourth graders couldn’t bring themselves to do so.

“You alright, Mr. Krupp?” George called, hands cupped around his mouth.

“What would POSSIBLY make you think that I’m ALRIGHT!?” he growled from the tangle of tree branches. The principal was still in nothing but his underwear and cape, shivering irritably as the leaves did little in protecting him from the rain. “Now get back to detention, like I ORDERED YOU TO!”

“Fine…” Harold frowned, fists balled at his sides as he started back into the school with George. “You know, if he was nicer, I would probably tell him that he can just fly down. But he can figure out how to get down on his own…Maybe Miss Anthrope will have to call the fire department to get him down like a cat.”

“I sure feel bad for the firemen…” George shuddered. “Let’s just go home, since Mr. Krupp’s not here to make sure we stay in detention….”

Harold grinned and hurried down the hallway to their locker. “Yeah! My mom’s making grilled cheese. We can take them up to the treehouse and watch a movie!”

“But, wait!” George frowned. “Shouldn’t we do our homework first?”

The boys stared at each other before bursting into laughter. They grabbed their backpacks and umbrella before starting out the door. And with that, they forgot about their angry principal screaming from the top of the oak, and they forgot about the (unfortunately) alive gym teacher, and they forgot about the robot rusting in the rain. In fact, they didn’t think twice about their nearly-exciting adventure until the next day when they were walking to school.

“That’s….weird,” George noted with a cocked eyebrow as they walked past Mr. Krupp’s house. The irritable man had a strangely pleasant garden, and at the edge of the yard was his mailbox, bent awkwardly to one side.

“So, someone hit it with a bat. I’d probably do that, too, if he wouldn’t suspect us right away,” Harold shrugged, before quirking his head when he got a good look at Mr. Krupp’s front door. It was shut, but angled a bit oddly at the doorknob. Like somebody had yanked on the door to a dollhouse and it bent. “Maybe this was all…the storm?”

“There was only just a bit of rain yesterday….” George frowned. They reached the school, noting dozens of children playing on the massive empty corpse of the robot. Of course the school wouldn’t remove it. That cost money that could have been going to terrible field trips and massages for the teachers.

The boys turned the corner, approaching the parking lot of their school. Thoughts of bent mailboxes and crooked doors fled their minds with ease as they hurried for the playground, only slowing when they saw Mr. Krupp emerge from his car. “Well, I guess he got down from that tree at some point….” Harold murmured to George.

“He looks kind of…awful,” George decided on after a moment, his brow knit with concern.

“Uh, yeah, and you say that as if he’s not awful every day of our lives.”

Mr. Krupp grumbled to himself as he rose from the driver’s seat of the car, stalling as he held onto the top of the door. His irritated expression softened, only for his brows to knit together a moment later. He rose a curled knuckle to his nose while the other hand began to close the car door. “GhiihhHHH–! ShHEEUUHH!!”

George and Harold were barely able to choke back twin screams when the car door seemed to be sucked into the side of the vehicle with the force of Mr. Krupp’s slam. It looked like another car had crashed into it, for how battered it was now. Meanwhile, the window of the neighboring car promptly cracked with a spiderweb break with Mr. Krupp’s fierce expulsion.

The principal blinked dazedly, not noticing the damage around him as his sights locked on George and Harold. His pudgy nose crinkled with a sniffle before he scowled. “And what do you think you two are staring at!?” he snarled, turning to storm into the school without a second glance.

“….George,” Harold croaked after a moment, staring at the aftermath before them. “Did you just see—”

“Yeah. Yeah, man, I saw it…” George murmured, swallowing as panic raced through his mind.

“Mr. Krupp–”

“Yeah.”

“He must have caught a—”

“Uh-huh.”

“And his powers–?”

“I know!”

“The door and the mailbox–?”

“Probably!”

“What can we–?”

“I don’t know!” George exclaimed, clutching his best friend by the shoulders. “I didn’t think he could use his powers when he’s not Captain Underpants! H-He doesn’t KNOW he has powers!”

“Well, I-I guess sneezing isn’t exactly something he can control….” Harold shrugged, running a hand nervously through his mess of blonde hair. “So his powers must not be controllable when he’s Mr. Krupp, either…”

George groaned and hurried for the school along with Harold. “So are we just going to be chasing him around like we were before he got powers? Make sure he doesn’t kill himself?”

“HihhHHH–!” they heard from down the empty hallway.

“Or anyone else,” Harold swallowed, skidding to a stop outside of the admissions office.

“IGGHSEEUUUHH!!”

Not hearing any alarming sounds following that sneeze, George and Harold peeked into the office. Miss Anthrope sat at her desk, fanning her face as Mr. Krupp trudged into his office. Her glasses were gone, and her hair resembled a mess of wind-blown leaves. “Gesundheit, Benny…” she said dazedly, blinking in surprise. “Wh-Why don’t I get you some tissues?”

“I’m fine…” Mr. Krupp grumbled as he thoroughly scrubbed the underside of his itching, reddening nose. His nostrils flared ticklishly, and George and Harold tensed in preparation. They watched cautiously as Mr. Krupp’s breath snagged unevenly, but the need to sneeze soon evaded him, and he released a shaky sigh. “Ughh…” he grumbled as he rubbed his nose once more, clearly not making the connection that the movement would just tickle him further.

“It sounds like you have a cold! Maybe I ought to warm you up after school…”

George and Harold shuddered and slipped back out fully into the hallway. “I mean, at least it’s not earth-shattering every time…” George tried to lighten the situation.

“Uh, yeah, but it could also be WORSE than earth-shattering…” Harold noted.

George nodded as the first bell of the day rang. They boys hurried off to class, backpacks clutched in their hands. “We just have to keep an eye on him! That’ll be easy enough!”

It was far from easy, really.

“Hey! Pay attention!” Melvin Sneedly hissed to George and Harold, giving the both of them a poke with his pencil.

“Melvin! Shut up!” Harold huffed, snatching the pencil from Melvin as he and George continued to peer into the hallway, eyes trained on the admissions office.

“This will be on a test!”

“Then you better pay attention!” George said with a roll of his eyes, and he and Harold immediately jumped when a booming sneeze from Mr. Krupp echoed down the hallway. The two boys tensed and listened. They waited a moment before sighing with relief. Maybe nothing happened?

An instant later, shouts were heard from the hall as the water fountain in the office had, mysteriously, been dislocated from the wall.

“You’re up to something…” their nerdy nemesis growled, adjusting his glasses in a menacing way that only Melvin could achieve.

“Melvin!” Miss Ribble hummed pleasantly, giving his desk a tap with her ruler. “Pay attention, dear, or you won’t get cookies after class!”

“But– they were–!” Melvin hurried to explain, jabbing his finger at George and Harold.

“He’s distracting us, Miss Ribble!” George said, blinking innocently up to their teacher.

“We’re just trying to concentrate,” Harold added, though he couldn’t exactly say what they were supposed to be concentrating on.

“They’re lying!” Melvin exclaimed shrilly, face going red with frustration as he clenched his tiny fists. “They weren’t paying attention. THEY were distracting ME!”

“Well! We can’t have George and Harold being a distraction, again, now can we?”

The best friends stiffened nervously while Melvin grinned ear to ear. The three of them turned to find Mr. Krupp glowering in the doorway, just as he had found George and Harold the day before. Their principal had dark rings beneath his eyes, and his reddened, cold-ridden nose just looked ready to wreak further havoc. “You two! In my office, now!” he barked hoarsely.

George and Harold exchanged a fearful look. Normally they would be defending their stance in regards to Melvin being the jerk out of all of them, but the two friends seemed to have the same idea as they rose, following after Mr. Krupp. They ignored Melvin’s snickering, simply following silently behind their principal.

“Can’t seem to go a day without misbehaving, hmm?” Mr. Krupp grunted hoarsely before stopping in his tracks.

George and Harold bumped into his back, stumbling once they realized he wasn’t moving. Mr. Krupp brought his nose into the crook of his elbow, taking in a shuddering gasp of breath. “HIhh–!! HIhh–HIhhHHH….”

“Oh, no!” Harold squeaked, clutching George’s arm.

“Oh, no!” George gasped as well, though his eyes were trained on the ground. Mr. Krupp slowly began to rise from the floor, unaware of his added height as he struggled with the impending sneeze. He floated steadily upward, chest shuddering with more and more hitching breaths as he went, hovering just as Captain Underpants might.

To make matters worse, the bell rang to dismiss the students to their next class.

At once, George and Harold grabbed the legs of Mr. Krupp’s pants and pulled. The man’s powers clearly were no match for the kids, as nothing happened other than Mr. Krupp’s trousers coming down with George and Harold’s pulling. The boys gasped and gave one more yank, this time to Mr. Krupp’s ankles.With that pull, they brought him back to the floor, sending him sprawling down and resulting in a slight tremor beneath their feet. As the students filtered out of their classrooms, they stopped to stare at their principal tumbling to the floor with his pants around his ankles, though thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice his previous floating.

And, as children do, they laughed.

“HuuRRGGSHEOOOHH!!” Mr. Krupp sneezed fiercely down towards his chest, hardly concerned with using his elbow again. His brow knit immediately after, upper lip pulling into a snarl with the need to sneeze again. “HiiiHHH–!! GHIIsHhhhEEOOOHH!!”

George and Harold looked frantically around at their laughing classmates, trying to determine if anything super-powered and destructive had resulted from those two sneezes. Perhaps the floating itself had been the dose of energy allocated to those releases, as everything else around them seemed fine.

Then they saw Melvin. The genius had his eyes narrowed as he watched Harold and George. He had been the only one not laughing at Mr. Krupp’s pantless tumble. He looked suspicious with an eager tilt to his scowl, knowing that there was something afoot that he could expose.

George and Harold couldn’t think about Melvin right now. There were more important things at hand.

Mr. Krupp rose slowly from the floor, however, his eyes filled to the brim with unbridled rage. He stared coldly at George and Harold as he silently pulled his trousers up, adjusting the belt. “My. Office,” he growled, sending the children in the hallway quiet with the eerie, tight fury in his voice. “Now.”

George and Harold forgot about watching him to be sure that he didn’t have to sneeze. They scrambled into the admissions office, and into Mr. Krupp’s from there, feeling like bugs being chased by a starved bird. They took their usual seats, eyes locked nervously on the “KNEEL HERE” sign on the front of the desk.

“We’re dead,” Harold croaked, seeing his tiny life flashing before his eyes. “He didn’t even yell! George, he’s REALLY mad! He’ll murder us!”

“I don’t think he feels well enough to murder us…” George tried to reason, but he was definitely terrified as well.

“Ohhh, you don’t look well, Benny….” Miss Anthrope said in a cooing voice once Mr. Krupp came back into the admissions office. “You should go home…”

While George and Harold gagged silently at the affection that the two nasty adults had for each other, they couldn’t help but silently beg Mr. Krupp to listen to the secretary. That would make their jobs so much easier if Mr. Krupp just wound up destroying his own house, where nobody could witness his super-powered sickness. Unless Miss Anthrope paid him a visit later. The boys both shuddered as they had this thought at the same time.

“I can’t go home, Edith��.” Mr. Krupp murmured, rubbing irritably beneath his nose. His angry expression softened only slightly when she placed her hand on his forearm. “We have that damn assembly at 10…”

George and Harold didn’t even blink at hearing their principal swear. They both clutched their faces and stared at each other in horror, thinking about the entire school filing into the gym for the assembly. Everyone in the school staring at Mr. Krupp and his sickly, super-powered self.

“George,” Harold gasped, face drained of all color. “What are we supposed to do!?”

“I-I don’t know–But we have to do…something!” George shook his head, refusing to think of what would happen if the whole school paid witness to something similar to what happened in the hallway. Who wouldn’t be completely horrified at seeing their principal start to float, or break something with the force of his sneeze?

“How, though!?” Harold groaned, struggling to keep his voice low. “We can’t keep this up!”

“This is what we get for hypnotizing him! And now we’re the only ones who….” George trailed off before sighing deeply, placing a thoughtful hand on his chin. “…I was going to say, we’re the only ones who know about….his powers…but….”

Harold gulped and shook his head. “No.”

“Harold—”

“No! We’re not doing that!”

“We have to!” George said in a tight, shushing voice. “We need someone who knows how to…deal with this sort of thing.”

“But–! He’ll tell!”

“Not if we offer him something that he can’t refuse….” George said before sighing again, looking far more exhausted than a fourth-grader should. “….We have to ask Melvin for help.”

#captain underpants #shsld writes #harold hutchins #george beard #mr. krupp

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