#though i feel like he wouldn't be able to do a lot of complicated flying maneuvers so he wouldn't need to be sleek

[dazzelmethat]

Hmmmm color/composition wip, and sketch/anatomy wip. For my bug guy, igg.

#my art #my ocs #my wips #debating on if the colors will be brighter when completed.. #igg SMASH.. IGG TWACK #as always i am torn with what sort of muscles to give him #i see him as either being lumberjackythic and bumbling or muscled in an unbalanced and dangerous way #he flies so he has to have that shape movement in him but he's also impulsive and stubborn #though i feel like he wouldn't be able to do a lot of complicated flying maneuvers so he wouldn't need to be sleek #like a katydid.. or cicada. kinda bulky but also have the vibes of something that can jump and zoom in short bursts

[distort-opia]

I'm wracking my brain with what Joker would do in an established situation, like how would he keep those homicidal urges at bay (sex and intimacy can only go so far I imagine) and also there's so much unacknowledged mental health concerns. Bruce would just have to always be ready to pick up the pieces I feel like (God these two are a tragic mess). I don't think normalcy is possible but I don't think their relationship is built for that anyway (I've been writing notes down for a story for days and it's just been consuming me)

An actual relationship between Bruce and Joker is a very complicated thing to imagine, yeah. I agree with you that normalcy is entirely out of the question-- as in, a typical "healthy" relationship. What I think they could have is something that works, but not something that most people would understand or approve of. If you're writing a story, I would say it depends on how they got into the relationship a lot, and if Bruce is compromising as much as Joker perceives he is. For instance, a rehabilitation scenario inherently implies a power imbalance, which Joker would resent and Bruce would not be able to help not taking advantage of. This would not end up working out, in my opinion, unless they got back on equal footing somehow. So a scenario with them an equal footing is what I will be rambling about.

Joker's homicidal urges and mental health issues are indeed a big obstacle. It'd take a whole lot for him to even agree to try for a relationship that involves something other than violence, but this denotes a willingness to compromise from the start. It means he cares about Bruce enough to risk opening the door to his humanity, something that he's very keen on eradicating. Joker can allow himself to love Batman as long as love equals destruction; but once love begins to mean more tender things, things that only people and not monsters can feel... it's a threat to his very identity, to his very core. Hence, just the fact that Joker is in an established relationship means that he's accepted, one way or another, that he's a human being.

Human beings don't need to kill people. Monsters do. It's relevant to note that Joker has an incredible capacity to reshape himself. He's done so multiple times in canon, and always in relation to what he perceived Batman needed. He was murderous when he emerged, but after Robin appeared on the scene he went for funny silly gags, and then he recreated himself back into a horrific threat... In his head, Batman -- the drive to see meaning in all life, to fight for sense in one's existence -- is the force of nature that he's the opposite of. Joker molded himself as the force of chaos: he kills carelessly, sometimes almost joylessly, because he believes he's embodying the true way the world works (though he's shown signs he'd like to be convinced otherwise).

After all, like his fall in the acid and the trauma he went through proved, catastrophe is random. It doesn't matter if you're good or evil, if you've got a family or if you're alone, if you've contributed to society or not. You can get run over by a bus, you can have a heart attack, you can mix the wrong medications, you can get shot in the head by a madman because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. My point with this is that Joker sees himself as an agent of the cruel randomness of existence, and him killing people is very much part of it. So if he stopped seeing himself as an inhuman force for chaos, I think killing would not be a necessity anymore.

That's not to say he wouldn't think of other people's lives as worthless or that he wouldn't instinctually want to kill someone because they're inconveniencing him as some kind of fly buzzing around, but it does mean he wouldn't need to do it. Being with Bruce undermines the very point of being Joker, it means being a person instead of raging at the world. In an established relationship, he'd need to once again reshape himself, figure out who he can be. It'd be very difficult, if you add Bruce's controlling tendencies in the mix. You mentioned Bruce always having to pick up the pieces, but the thing is, Bruce would want to. He'd want to do that too much, he would enjoy seeing Joker be vulnerable, because afterwards... Bruce would be able to put those pieces back together the way he wants them to be. And Joker would be rightly afraid of that, and Bruce himself would be afraid of his own need to do just that, and it'd be a constant push and pull. That's basically what I think it'd be like for a while, before Joker figured out who exactly he's comfortable being, and if he can trust Bruce to still be there when boundaries are being pushed. It'd be a lot of "make me" even in the context of intimacy, until Joker initiates something that doesn't hurt on his own and like... Bruce doesn't move a muscle as if he might spook a wild animal or something. And then Joker snaps at him to stop making it weird, hah.

I'm going to stop here to avoid turning this into a Batjokes relationship essay, but I hope this helped inspire you, Anon! We can always use more Batjokes stories, excited to eventually read yours.

#a relationship would mean Bruce confronting a shitload of truths about himself too #which would ALSO complicate things but. alas. #see this is why I did not continue REMS. this kind of thing would require like a 300k word series #hell. probably even more #these assholes are too damn complex #asks #joker #batjokes #batjokes headcanons

[captainschaos]

still catching up with @mcyt-aro-week ! hoping to double up tomorrow to be back on schedule <3 day 2 - loveless / au

some aro tangtho writing from an old 3l/traffic au of mine ^_^ I will note that tango is referred to as a he/it phoenix, etho a he/she fae !

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Tango was angry at a lot of people, but he wasn't angry at Etho. For a simple reason, because at least it'd been able to get back at the fae for the firing range. But for more complicated reasons, too. Etho was trustworthy, is all. When Tango had been unfairly shoved into the line of fire, Etho'd had the decency to look sorry, at least. And when the phoenix's arrow had been able to find her heart, something was forgiven in that moment. But the others?

Tango was wondering how long it'd be until it found itself in the Crastle's line of fire again, but by his own choice.

It couldn't leave Etho though. It wouldn't. And other people might make whatever conclusions they wanted about that, but it couldn't be explained away in other people's words. They just trusted each other. They were on the fringes of things, but they were there together, they understood. The fae understood the phoenix's fires, and Tango trusted him with it.

At the moment, Tango was standing alone in its solitary, hidden base. Secret, except for Etho. It made it feel less lonely. It was easy, knowing he and Etho were the same in this kind of thing, in solitude and in easy expectations. Never betray the other. Never ask unnecessary questions. So often, they would only have to look at each other to know what the next course of action was. It was so easy.

So if Etho trusted the king, well... Tango knew Etho would never force it into the Army. But maybe the phoenix wanted to join the fae.

---

"Are you sure about him, Etho?"

Their postures were casual, but the fae knew better than to slip around the Red King.

"I'm positive Ren."

Martyn shifted with a frown nearby, but neither Ren nor Etho paid attention. This was between them, and really wasn't a situation where Etho would use all the "highness"s and "your majesty"s. It wasn't her style, anyway. And it was important to stay consistent.

The dog-king crossed his arms and gazed off into the distance, in thought, as he mumbled. "The phoenix would be a powerful ally indeed..."

"We can trust it. Tango's wanting a change anyway, he and Bdubs are..." Etho faltered, but quickly picked it back up. "There's an opportunity, if we let it in now and don't leave him high and dry."

Ren considered, and then chuckled. "You and the firebird a thing or something?"

Etho's stomach pinched, just a bit. Ah.

"Er, well not--"

"Yeah, you're real eager to trust that guy!" Martyn chimed in from his leaning against the wall. "Got a crush, Etho?"

"No, ah, I don't do that. Neither of us do that, we just--" Etho reached back and rubbed the back of her neck, his eyes flicking down to the floor to a moment. "We're not the romance types, I'll put it that way. It's just..."

What is it? He and Tango, they weren't easy to describe. They weren't romantic, and never would be, and weren't really anything else in particular either. After romance people were likely to assume queerplatonics like Bdubs and Cleo, but they weren't like that either. There was something other than friendships that were simple though, it just... evaded description. Etho knew Tango. Tango knew Etho. That was all.

"I trust him. I'm willing to put my head on the line for it, it's a good ally. We should invite it to the Red Army."

The king eyed the fae for a long moment, then nodded understandingly. Decisively.

"Then offer him a banner, Sir Etho. The phoenix shall fly red!"

Under the mask, Etho grinned in a way he knew would only get more prodding from the highly romantic king and hand if they could see. But they couldn't, and who could blame her for being excited? The fae wanted the phoenix to join. Etho would never force Tango to join the Army, but he knew it was too enticing to have the two of them together again.

Free, unkempt and indescribable, and fighting side-by-side.

#ethoslab #tangotek #tangtho #mcyt aro week #captain's words #YIPPEEEEEE UNLABELLED TANGTHO. my favey #also this was more for me to have fun than anything I have no idea if the timeline is right here . ASDKJFBASDF #I'm rewatching 3l rn but haven't got far so don't look too close #but yeah uhhhh OH tag #phoenix au #the tldr of the au is au where tango joins the red army yippeeeeee >:] #I just think tango and etho's relationship in 3l is like. so interesting. and sooooo aromantic. to me <3

[yoshyushi]

20240309 WSJ Magazine

Yu Shi: Enter the court

Yu Shi recalls when he was young and played basketball. When he went on court the coach often said: don't think too much, don't get distracted, there's only offence and defense in your heart. This would later became one of the mantras in his life. "I think humans have to be like this. When you're decided on something, you'll undoubtedly lose once you get distracted."

Happy

Yu Shi speaks a little Kazakh, the kind for simple communication. He's also able to recite paragraphs after paragraphs of Kazakh lines, even though he had already wrapped up filming for 【我的阿勒泰 My Altay】 for more than half a year.

【我的阿勒泰 My Altay】 is Yu Shi's first drama, he plays a Kazakh boy Batay (Ba Tai).

While filming in Xinjiang, he liked spending time with the Kazakh nomads, chatting, sitting around, horse riding, shepherding and eating at people's homes. It wasn't the nomads' actual homes but a temporary homestay during shepherding transition. Mud house, dimly lit, rundown amenities. But Yu Shi didn't see anxiety or worry on the faces of these nomads, they all looked serene.

"I felt that they were all free and simple. They think about one thing every day. It could be to shepherd, it could be to feed the livestock. I suddenly thought of my past self, wanting this and that, worrying about many things. But speaking to them, I felt so free, and very simple. I forgot about all those things."

He had a deep impression of a Kazakh granny. High cheek bones and sunken cheeks, skin coarse, tanned and red having been under the sun all the time, wrinkles deep but her face was benevolent. "Really, I rarely see such benevolent people with such a labored face," he said.

The first time he met granny was after shepherding. Granny invited Yu Shi to her house for tea, looked at him and said "Child, I'm really happy that you have come to us from outside the village. You have been working here recently. You don't have to do anything for us, come by any time. Treat this place as your home, and I will treat you like my child."

Before he left the plains, Yu Shi popped by granny's place again, bringing with him some milk, fruits and pastries. He wanted to chat with the nomads again and brought something as a token of appreciation. He thought, he had been so happy all this time, free and at ease, having forgotten about everything in his reality. But he knew he couldn't live on the plains forever. The day before 【我的阿勒泰 My Altay】 started filming was the premiere of 【长空之王 Born to Fly】, new comer Yu Shi was featured. After filming had wrapped up, 【封神第一部：朝歌风云 Creation of the Gods I: Kingdom of Storms】 had premiered. Actor Yu Shi officially took the stage in the identity of playing Ji Fa.

"Now that the premiere has ended and the roadshows have ended, how would you see everything that's happened in 2023?" This was the first question we threw at Yu Shi.

"I gained a lot. If you asked me a month ago the answer probably wouldn't have been this. Having waited for a really long time, suddenly it was screening, receiving attention, people say it's an accumulation that burst forth, but this has its pros and cons. With more attention, difference voices have increased. I know this is a path that actors or public figures must take and have to accept. But my heart feels a little complicated." Yu Shi paused and said "But it's really peaceful now, it's more of feeling touched and grateful, grateful for the final presentation of 【封神 Creation of the Gods】 , grateful for the recognition from audiences."

The happiest day in 2023 was 4th November. The 【封神 Creation of the Gods】 production team participated in the 36th Golden Rooster Awards ceremony, receiving best story, best cinematography and best actor in a supporting role. "The Golden Rooster awards really was something that didn't let down the hard work and hopes of all the staff of 【封神 Creation of the Gods】," Yu Shi says.

He felt that perhaps this was a period to the sentence, finally considered a conclusion. After the premiere, even as the box office rose and received an influx of great reviews, he was cautious about being too happy. He always feels that people shouldn't be happy too soon, who knows if bad news could be waiting at the end.

"Why are you afraid of feeling happy at the beginning?"

"Many things remind me of that. This could be neo-daosim. Not to believe in it too much before something comes to fruition. Just like how when I used to play basketball, even if my coach tells me that I trained well, let's go sign up for the competition. But before the application gets submitted, I didn't dare to relax even for just a moment," Yu Shi said.

Having become a professional actor, he had experienced many ups and downs. He had been waiting for a long time, once in the morning on the day he thought the movie would be screened in the afternoon, he received a call to cancel his schedule. He felt terrible for two seconds, then laid down to sleep, and slept for another two hours. "I really felt terrible for just two seconds, I felt I was so unlucky. Afterwards I was calm, I know I can't decide on things like that."

And so goes another typical day for him.

Distraction

On abandoning distracting thoughts, Yu Shi knows it all since he was 13.

In 2008, Yu Shi entered the Chinese Basketball Association Fuxin Basketball School. There was a same-aged schoolmate who had joined years before him. That was the future national male basketball team's center Zhou Qi (T/N: Zhou Qi was drafted into NBA Houston Rockets in 2016).

In the five years in the basketball school, there was only half a day off each week, and could only return home once a year. A morning run at 5.30am, a round of 3200 meters, a round of 4 X 800meters sprint or 800 meters and 1200 meters staggered sprints. Before the morning run the beds had to be made. Different heights had different timings to meet, leaving no room for the kids to skive. "It's a run for your life after the warm-ups. If you can't meet the mark you had to run all over again until you meet the mark, you couldn't skive at all," Yu Shi said.

At the beginning, his parents objected to Yu Shi learning basketball. His father enrolled him into summer camp. "He wanted me to admit defeat through this," Yu Shi said. Unexpectedly, Yu Shi got through the summer camp and entered the basketball school.

"They know it's tough to be an athlete, so they wanted to confirm if I could persist. But I persisted and they stopped objecting. Slowly they felt that I had grown up and thus they trusted me more."

On basketball, Yu Shi's physique was not considered outstanding. Currently standing at 1.82 meters, he was not even at 1.7 meters when he entered the school, whereas his teammates were all at 1.9 meters thereabout. "My specs weren't as good as the rest and I wasn't very strong, so I could only train to jump higher, to shoot more accurately. I had to train like my life depended on it to get recognition from my coach, to be able to participate in competitions. This is all cruel."

He was a fast runner since young, jumped high, and was used to additional training in school. Sports required absolute true skills, for it was the only way to receive the opportunity to enter the court. "If points are lost as soon as I get on court, I wouldn't be able to accept it myself. I'd rather not enter the court, I'll go train on my own."

When he went on court the coach often said: don't think too much, don't get distracted, there's only offence and defense in your heart. This would later became one of the mantras in his life. "I think humans have to be like this. When you're decided on something, you'll undoubtedly lose once you get distracted. Hesitation will be your downfall," Yu Shi said it with conviction.

In total he watched 【封神 Creation of the Gods】 twice, once in the company, another time at the Xining for FIRST Youth Film Festival roadshow. The roadshow that lasted for two months across twenty over cities, it was only at Xining that he didn't have to rush to another theatre. Yu Shi watched Ji Fa of four years ago, and would sometimes think, what would it be if he had designed more for certain scenes? But he knows that's so much "ifs", for that Ji Fa was performed by him out of true feelings.

“The feelings at that time were very sincere, I had no distracting thoughts. At that time all I thought every day was how to perform each scene well, how to satisfy the director, how I can do justice to the crew, it was pure." Yu Shi said "I would also dwell on it as I wrapped up every day, if I had not acted well. Acting does leave lots of regrets, but the good thing was I had no distracting thoughts when I'm on set."

Yu Shi's current favorite sport is horseback archery. This was also a mandatory training for him at the "Creation of the Gods Boot Camp". In the "Creation of the Gods Boot Camp", the youths had one day off per week, starting each day at seven and ending at nine at night, with twelve hours of closed door training every day, which content included acting classes, cultural classes and wushu (T/N: Chinese martial arts), horseback riding, archery, music instrument classes and other lessons with "li (etiquette), yue (music), she (shooting), yu (riding), shu (books), shu (calculation)" as foundation.

Yu Shi enjoys horseback riding and archery. While filming in Xinjiang he named his white horse Olympics (Ao Yun), took care of it himself, and together they completed the first scene that the Creation of the Gods crew filmed. On archery, he asked of himself to "be able to go fight with a bow and arrow if I really were to be placed in a battle in ancient times."

In 【封神 Creation of the Gods】, there was a scene where Ji Fa, wearing 40 jin (T/N: approx. 45 pounds or 20 kilograms) worth of armor was riding on the horse's back without holding the reins, grabbing a bow tossed over by a partner from behind and he turned to shoot an arrow. Like how he had been at the basketball school when he was 13 years old, Yu Shi wanted to train himself more. "Train every day, train every day, train every day until it becomes muscle memory." He believes that hard work will pay off, if it doesn't pay off then he would continue to work hard. "Success or failure could depend on just a single moment, where everyone is exhausted and can no longer go on but you were able to grit your teeth and make it through, then you would have won."

When the film was done, Director Wuershan said the final scene that was presented would have been difficult to complete even for a horseback riding coach. After 【封神 Creation of the Gods】 wrapped up filming, Yu Shi continued to delve into two years' worth of horse back riding, archery, and participated in the Guangdong Equestrian Festival's national competition. "I will do my very best for something that I really like," he said.

Archery is a test of thinking, physical abilities and mentality. Why did I miss the bullseye? Was it the position of the hand or was it the stability of the hand that caused the issue? Yu Shi liked to ponder about things like that. More importantly, archery is a sport that requires distractions to be dispelled and both decisiveness and relaxation.

"Archery needs to be calm. Mentality needs to be stable. Once there's distractions, for example thinking that ah I didn't hit the target, I'll definitely not be able to hit the target then." Yu Shi said "every time the bowstring is released it must be an unintentional action, as if it is an unconscious "bam" moment and it's out. For many, their best shot is when their hands are not locked in position and the string suddenly released, like an accidental discharge. The arrow shot is the most precise and the best. Only when it is released unintentionally will the arrow move most perfectly in the air, the least influence from the stability of the person."

"Every time I play archery is like pitting me against myself, likewise for horseback riding, it's all me against myself and how to calibrate myself," Yu Shi said.

"Do it and it's done!"

Yu Shi is very animated, the entire room is full of laughter during the interview. The staff beside him says since debut, Yu Shi's every interview had been spontaneous, no staff had guided or spoken on his behalf.

He said he often surfs the internet and would read comments of himself by netizens, both good and bad ones. "Sigh I scroll through platform A and it's all praises. After a while I must take a look at platform B. I'm afraid I would become full of myself, so I look at platform B, ah so many are criticizing me, alright, I've found my middle ground." He spoke with such gusto, and deeply knows he has to keep a distance from the reviews of others outside of the circle. "If I rely my emotions on the reviews by others, then I would definitely be very conscious of myself and judge myself. What is it about me that attracted them? It's great if it's because of my acting, but what if it's because of my looks? Wouldn't I then really hope to present my best looking side while I'm acting? Then I wouldn't be able to act. this is what distraction is."

"He has no burdens, none at all," a staff from his team Zhang Fang (not their real name) had managed celebrities for many years, and felt themself changed by Yu Shi. "In the past it was always us trying to convince the celebrity, but now it is often Xiao Yu (Yu Shi) who convinces us, don't be afraid this is really fun, let's try this. Now our team becomes the worried ones, would it be too overwhelming to do this challenge?"

Driving an excavator and shooting ballons, shooting four balloons at one go on the excavator, this was the "first in the whole internet" challenge that Yu Shi had thought of when he celebrated 【封神 Creation of the Gods】 breaking the $2.6billion box office.

"He doesn't see challenges as missions, but he whole heartedly wanted to show his gratitude to every one, to thank all fans and friends. He wanted to do something different to make every one happy."

Yu Shi only has one requirement for the members in his team: I work like my life depends on it, you'll have to work like your lives depend on it. Such a spirit is similar to his idol Kobe (Bryant) and his team mates. And truly, ever since Yu Shi was young, in times of difficulties and exhaustion, he would always think of Kobe's unrelenting personality, he says he has always been influenced by the Mamba mentality (T/N: read Kobe Bryant's "The Mamba mentality: How I Play")

He doesn't like to criticize, he feels it does nothing for him only to bring troubles to his friends. If there's any unhappiness, he drinks some alcohol and gets over it in a blur. "That's life, things never stop moving. Do not be too quick to be happy, do not spend too long being sad."

In facing life, just like how his basketball coach used to tell him "I'm sending you onto the court, just do it and it'll be done!"

In the interview, when Yu Shi sincerely and passionately said "That's how people should be, just do it and it'll be done!" several times, those who hear it can't help but feel invigorated a little, realizing that life indeed is as such "just do it and it'll be done!"

Yu Shi's buddies say working with Yu Shi is easy to gain a sense of satisfaction. He makes sure every single detail of his work is done well. Somehow, he seems never tired, at least he doesn't say it.

"He really has a great attraction, an energy that's enthusiastic and seeking betterment, full of passion as if he had received an energy boost, instructing everyone to charge forth together!" Xiao Yu (Yu Shi) is already 27 years old, and has experienced many things, but would always tell you not to think that there would be no outcome on some of the things that you do, but instead, go do them first. It really rubs off on people.

After he left Altay, Yu Shi posted a vlog, recording himself horseback riding, shepherding, eating at the nomads' home, it's ending frame frozen at a liner "I love this world".

#March 2023 #Interview #WSJ #YuShi #于适 #YoshYu #于适Yosh

[oh-three]

✘ ▼ △ ✂ ☣ ☢ ☠ ¿♥ ϟ for any of the depressed horses, you can pick which (and feel free to add the Sixth Sister into the mix too)

✘ Have they ever committed a murder?

They're all insane, but none of Unit Arrel would go that far. Not while loyal to the Light Side of the Force...

▼ What is their greatest fear?

Rak- maybe not his greatest fear, but meeting with his Jedi Master again would be a nightmare come true. Getting tortured by Vader is another big one.

Vori- losing Rakesh, probably. There's never any romance between them (as I've already said, they're more of a brother-sister best friends type thing) but if Rak were to die...? That's the end of the world for her.

Brakan- of the war potentially reaching Coruscant. Of course, it does, and other things go down right around then, and he's not the only one among them far from happy.

Trohr- of the war. Of being called back out to fight in it, of it reaching Coruscant...The war plagues his nightmares. Poor kid.

Tindri- I'm not sure if she's really afraid of anything, but she definitely tries not to think about the fact that Jurr is getting up in his years and could pass at any time. She may pick on him, but he really is a father to even her.

Linaleh- of losing any of those in Unit Arrel. Especially of losing Trohr, Vori, or Brak. She's like a mother duck (is that how the saying goes?), herding them all around and watching over them.

Loktof- of the Republic falling. He hates the politics of it all, but he prefers the current system over its more tyrannical counterparts. The clone army is an unnerving thing to him.

Jurr- the fall of the Jedi Order, the fall of any of those within Unit Arrel. They're his life, and he's proud of how they've all changed and evolved since Cin tossed them into the chaos that is the Guard alongside him.

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.

Rak- the fact that he got one of the worst masters possible. He regrets that he was never able to properly stand up for himself, that he was never strong enough to defeat his master.

Vori- losing touch with Rakesh (he also regrets it, but not as much as the stuff with his master).

Brakan- the whole thing about Maul killing Qui-Gon and the affects it had upon him for being the same species (even if he's Iridonian and not Dathomirian).

Trohr- watching his master's clone commander die in his place. It inflicted a lot of trauma upon him, having someone sacrifice themselves for him like that.

Tindri- ?????????? I feel like she'd have a lot of regrets.

Linaleh- whatever had happened in her past that made her so protective of the children of Arrel. I mean, it has to be caused by something.

Loktof- probably one of the times he accidentally injured Rak. Or their rivalry, how it most likely had started out as resentment for one another, how they never fully let go of it.

Jurr- he's an old man, he regrets a great many things.

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

Lightsaber? Lightsaber. Though Jurr wouldn't mind discarding it to forever rely upon the Force for protection.

☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to?

Rak- this is a complicated one. Possibly. It would certainly depend on the circumstances and what's at stake, what era of his life he's in. He struggles to trust, to get close to people. If anyone were to betray that, oh, they'd be goners.

Vori- Never.

Brak- Couldn't hurt a fly.

Trohr- not on purpose, though I could see him doing it by accident in a major panic attack or such. An then he'd have even more trauma.

Tindri- would definitely joke about it, would never do it.

Linaleh- if she did, it'd be either Rak or Loktof. Their more blunt personalities annoy her when directed at the children.

Loktof- absolutely.

Jurr- only in self defense, and only if he had no other choice. He'd never act on malice himself.

☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation?

Rak- 100%

Vori- only if she stuck by Rak and got lucky.

Brak- probably not. If he did, he'd never be the same.

Trohr- he definitely has the ability to. His experience on the field in the Clone Wars gives him an advantage.

Tindri- Maybe. Someone might kill her for her sarcasm, though.

Linaleh- Nope. She'd be the one to sacrifice herself so the others could get away.

Loktof- would probably get himself killed with his aggression toward others.

Jurr- since when did the mentor figure ever survive? Obi-Wan in the OT, Doc Brown in BTTF before Marty changed the timeline, Wu when the Great Devourer swallowed him early on in LEGO Ninjago (though he technically didn't die)...

☠ Do they fear death?

Rak- Take a guess? 😅

Vori- Nope. She'd be too optimistic about surviving to be afraid.

Brak- has a similar mindset to Rak in there being things more frightening than death, but he still fears it nonetheless.

Trohr- same as Brak.

Tindri- Not really. She genuinely doesn't care all that much about it.

Linaleh- not for herself, but for others.

Loktof- Nope.

Jurr- same as Linaleh. Though he has a bit more self-respect than she does for herself.

¿ Are they easily frightened?

Rak- Nope.

Vori- Depends. Jumpscares? Definitely.

Brak- Yes.

Trohr- Also yes.

Tindri- I swear she's fearless. 😂

Linaleh- she's like a mother watching her five-ish year old fall over.

Loktof- also pretty fearless.

Jurr- not easily frightened, but is capable of being frightened far more than Rak, Tindri, Linaleh, and Loktof.

♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness?

Rak- not as a Jedi.

Vori- could never.

Brak- literally incapable of it.

Trohr- Nope.

Tindri- yes, but only in pranks. When she's particularly pissed, she's meaner with them.

Linaleh- hasn't but totally would.

Loktof- every time he looses control when he and Rak spar.

Jurr- when he was younger, maybe. But not in a very long time.

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?

Rak- But of course!

Vori- Nope.

Brak- he'd be sick to his stomach if he did.

Trohr- he certainly would have turned out that way had Unit Arrel not saved him from the war.

Tindri- with her pranks, definitely. It's part of why she does them, boredom and humor aside.

Linaleh- if they hurt the kids, then yep.

Loktof- always.

Jurr- Never.

#laughs in the Sixth Sister's real identity #good luck figuring out who she is though because I'm definitely not telling #thanks for the ask!

[bettsfic]

I wish so badly that the duffers realized earlier joe & grace’s chemistry and how well they worked on screen together to keep Chrissy around longer. Chrissy’s death is exactly what writes Eddie’s character into an absolute corner since they put him in a position where even if he survives the UD there is quite literally no feasible way to prove his innocence other than govt higher ups like dr owens & co getting involved which would be gratuitous since they don’t know/wouldn’t care about Eddie

2- like you mentioned they did something by similar to billy where they put him in a position where his consequences were too messy and complicated and just decided to axe him. I do feel like Eddie’s death could have been much more heroic and justified (within the story) since the whole bat thing fell a little flat lol I feel like it was unclear whether the bats would actually fly through the hole into the real world so a lot of people (including me at first) didn’t fully understand why he

3- he suddenly decided to run outside other than the broad desire to prove himself/sacrifice himself given his guilt over not being able to save Chrissy. And then instead of doing anything strategic in the moment post bike fall including running, hiding, etc (the bats were being distracted! He was doing what he wanted and buying time!) we get the whole running away monologue even though he had already CHOSEN not to run away the moment he cut the rope! And then all the bats die like 1 min later

4- anyway. If they needed him to die that badly surely there could have been a bit tidier of a sequence, with maybe more of a clear sacrificing himself for Dustin vibe since that’s what they were going for. I know I’m definitely preaching to the choir here! Your fix it would’ve been the ideal scenario! Chrissy surviving would have given Eddie’s character a chance at functioning in the story beyond season 4. So much lost potential!

i am 100% with you anon. i try not to be super critical on main because i don't want to mess with anybody who's vibing, but i also don't know anyone who was like "man i'm sure glad eddie died."

it's very frustrating when beloved characters don't get their due. but on the bright side, i have 47k words written that honestly i'm pretty proud of that wouldn't have existed if eddissy hadn't been brutally destroyed by canon. so thanks for greasing the wheels, duffers.

#it seems i'll also be writing my eddie pov fic #i've started jotting notes for it #whoops #spst

[abimess]

The Story Of Us - Chapter 6

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: You and Wanda have known each other since you were little. And a love story that could've been as simple as a clichéd romantic comedy suffers the effects of stubbornness and immaturity, ending up becoming something almost like a Greek tragedy.

Word count: 2.963 || Pronouns: she/her

Chapter warnings: angst

This chapter is a little shorter than the others cause it's a transitional chapter per se. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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The Way I Loved You

Things don't get better after the fight with Wanda.

In fact, as time passes and you rethink that night, the anger gives way to frustration and hurt, every possible insecurity bubbling up inside of both of you.

And the worst of it all is that the problems haven't just remained between the two of you. Being part of the same group of friends, it was obvious that things would become complicated with everyone once you broke up.

Wanda distanced herself from everyone within the same week, avoiding any interaction with you or anyone who reminded her of your existence. Pietro always accompanied her; he was her brother, after all.

But even though you kept inside your chest a feeling of resentment for the girl, you didn't want to be responsible for her staying away from her friends, much less in the last year of high school. So you also kept your distance from everyone.

Natasha and Tony kept you company whenever they could, and although they didn't comment on it, you knew that the distance from everyone else bothered them a lot, especially when it meant for Tony to be away from his boyfriend.

So you started making up excuses to be alone, assuring your friends that you would be fine. They didn't seem to buy any of them, but you kept walking away anyway, and they, surrendered, decided to give you the time you needed.

The days dragged on into weeks that dragged on into months. Soon the gossip about your breakup ceased and everyone moved on with their lives. Well, everyone but you. Wanda was the only constant thought you had, either to miss her or to let the anger and hurt consume you.

From time to time you wondered if she still thought about you, if there was still a space even in the back of her mind to wonder about you. The way she still avoided you and left the room whenever you arrived was perhaps indicative that she did, which only made things that much worse.

The only genuinely good thing about your days was the conversations with Sersi about the possibility of signing a contract with her mother's record label. But even then your smile as you type is not entirely genuine, because all the time everything you wanted was to share the news with Wanda.

At the end of the year, you finally set a date to discuss the contract, and you would have to fly to New York since that's where Ajak's record company is. Your friends were happy for you when you gave them the good news, but none of them commented on you missing the graduation because of the trip.

As expected, your parents didn't like your decision to pursue your career as a musician one bit, saying that they wouldn't support you at all if you walked out that door. You scraped together the money you got from the gigs you did during high school and told them you didn't expect to be able to count on their support anyway.

So you went, and Wanda had no idea you tried in every way to change the date of the meeting with Ajak, just so that you wouldn't miss her speech on graduation day, but in the end you didn't insist because you believed she wouldn't want you there in the first place.

And you had no idea that Wanda had to lie to herself and her friends about not caring about your absence, even though she always did so with a lump in her throat when remembering your empty chair among her friends.

Before the celebration for closing the deal, you ignored all the voices in your head telling you not to do that, and picked up the cell phone and called the only number you had memorized in your life.

But she didn't answer. Not the first, not the second, and not the third time. You didn't expect her to answer if you were being very sincere, but that didn't stop you from being sad and having to hold back the tears for the rest of the night.

The next morning you lazily checked your cell phone in bed and had to resist the urge to throw it at the wall when you saw that Wanda had blocked you on all social media.

And so the choices were made, the paths were drawn. And you and the brunette went on with your lives with huge holes in your hearts, trying to convince yourselves that it was better this way.

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College was exhausting and so energy draining. But at least Wanda was finally studying what she really wanted to study, building the life she had planned to have since she was thirteen years old. And if she was being quite honest, the chaos of the routine was helping her not to think so constantly about the things she didn't want to think about.

Near the halfway point of the program, Wanda met Vis. Tony introduced them both at a party in the Engineering department that the black-haired boy had convinced his friends to join, even though engineering was not their field and no one really knew each other there.

Vis is a great guy. He's fun and caring and it didn't take long for the brunette to notice that he was interested in her in ways beyond friendship.

At that same time, she also noticed that all her friends were starting to date. Steve and Tony never broke up, and Pietro was dating a girl he had met earlier that year, Crystal. Even Natasha, who had moved to Washington to pursue a military career, said that she was starting to get involved with a classmate.

With so much romance surrounding her, Wanda found herself compelled to surrender too, to try again, even if she didn't feel completely ready to do so. So when Vis asked her out, she put a smile on her face and said yes.

Vis is sensitive and incredible, he opens the door for her every time and always listens carefully to everything she has to say, from simple things to more serious matters. He's charming and endearing and Wanda has to repeat to herself that she's comfortable whenever he's around.

In the summer Wanda took Vis to meet her parents and she lied to herself saying that she hadn't done that just because Pietro was doing the same thing with Crystal. The trip was great, he got close to her mother and talked business with her father and she forced a smile whenever any of the relatives gave her a look of approval.

Back at the college, the brunette couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But although she believed things would be less overwhelming when she got back to her routine, they were not. And after another perfect date, she arrives in her room crying.

"Wands, what happened?" Darcy asks as soon as she sees her roommate enter the room, sitting on the bed and burying her face in her hands. The girl sits down next to her friend cautiously, running her hand down her back in an attempt to calm her down, and doesn't rush Wanda to speak as she sobs.

"I'm fucked up." The brunette finally mumbles and Darcy frowns, completely oblivious to what she's talking about. "Vis did something?" She hunches over and the question makes Wanda huff heavily, finally removing her hands from her face and looking at her friend with puffy eyes.

"No," she replies bitterly, "he's perfect. He says everything I need to hear and he calls exactly when he says he will. Being with him is like being in one of the most clichéd fairy tales there is. I couldn't ask for anything better."

"Then why are you telling me this as if someone ran over your dog?" Darcy asks, looking with confusion at the tears that have again rolled down Wanda's cheeks, and the brunette wipes them away as a dry laugh escapes her lips.

"Vis is perfect. And for the first time my heart is finally not breaking. But that's only because I'm not feeling anything at all." Wanda says in a tired sigh, closing her eyes tightly, and Darcy casts her an empathetic smile.

"This is because of the girl from your hometown isn't it?" Darcy's question echoes through the brunette's mind, pulling to the surface all the memories she's always trying so constantly and so desperately to suppress.

All Wanda knows about you is what she hears from some friends, about how you moved to New York and are building your career there. And even after trying to block your existence from her life, she realized that it would be in vain. Because even when she wasn't thinking about you, some of your songs every now and then played on the radio or at some party she was at, bringing up the memories all over again.

It hurt to remember you, to remember the friendship so pure and sincere that you have built since you were children. To remember how this friendship evolved into a love that was just as pure and true, but was corrupted by the vices of insecurity and turned into nothing but fights and a roller coaster ride that seemed to have more downs than ups.

But what hurts the most was that even then, even after so long, she missed it. She missed her at two in the morning cursing your name and all the things you did to each other. So in love that you acted insane.

You were both wild and crazy and what you had was so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated. And yes, it was unhealthy and you couldn't go on like that. But surprisingly Wanda cherished those moments, because that's how she loved you and honestly she never knew she could feel that much, that anyone could.

"Look, Wands, there's a reason why first love is so famous and so adored by people." Darcy breaks the silence, rousing the brunette from her thoughts and drawing her eyes to the bespectacled girl. "It's because it never leaves us, not really. No matter how much we want to forget, we don't."

Wanda bites her tongue to stop herself from saying that she doesn't want to. Because forgetting what you had means letting you go. You would be gone and as much as she doesn't want to admit it, she doesn't want that to happen. Despite everything, she still wants you around, if only in the melancholy memories she holds.

Noting her friend's silence, Darcy holds her hands, giving them a gentle squeeze in an attempt to comfort her. "But that doesn't mean one can't move on. That's why it's called first love. Others will come and it's okay." She assures and Wanda nods slowly, trying to turn that line into a truth she could hold on to.

"Do you love Vis?" The bespectacled girl asks and the brunette sighs heavily, letting the question echo through her mind as she searches for an answer. "I want to." She finally says, drawing a light chuckle from Darcy.

"That's not how it works." The girl says humorously and Wanda huffs, making a face that makes her friend laugh once again. "But hey don't worry about it! You don't have to love him just because he loves you. Your feelings are yours alone."

Wanda ponders about that for a while, the words comforting her confused heart. In the end, she smiles, "Yeah, you're right. Thank you, Darcy." The brunette says wholeheartedly, smiling in appreciation at her friend.

"No problem. You can always come to me when you need me, I'm great with advice, you know?" The girl says, shrugging smugly, and Wanda chuckles, shaking her head in amused disapproval. The next moment Darcy extends her arms to her, and the brunette accepts the hug gratefully, sighing deeply as she wraps her arms around her friend.

That night, Wanda has trouble sleeping, thinking about the complicated conversation she would need to have with her boyfriend the next day.

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Life has been perfect for you.

Your first singles are a huge success, and soon Ajak is encouraging you to make whole albums. You see your legion of fans getting bigger and bigger, and it takes time for you to get used to the sold-out concerts and people stopping you on the street.

You buy a huge apartment in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in New York, but you don't spend much time in it as you are traveling the world most of the year for concerts and interviews.

Life has been perfect for you, so you push away the voice in your head that says there's something missing and keep going.

Love songs are not the only thing you write, but they have become your trademark over time. It has become a joke in the industry and interviews that you write about relationships without ever being in one, but you just laugh politely and deflect the subject every time it happens.

To be fair, it's not as if you haven't tried. You have been involved with some people, more serious things that seemed to have a future. But deep in your heart you felt that this was not right, that this was a betrayal with your lover of so many years who surely doesn't even remember your existence.

Still, after so many years of trying without success, you eventually gave up and decided that your thing was really one-night stands. Leave love to the songs and your lingering memories.

Today was your last show in Germany, also closing your world tour, and you and part of the crew go to celebrate in some fancy pub in Berlin.

You were happy and everyone was celebrating, but you were drinking too much and soon the alcohol started to bring up feelings and memories that you didn't want to have. So you kissed the next girl who hit on you and ignored the bitterness in the pit of your stomach to go with her to her apartment.

The next morning you woke up with a heavy migraine and almost no memory of the previous night, and got up with a low grunt to go to the bathroom. Disgusted with your reflection in the mirror, you limit yourself to splashing some water on your face and doing a quick mouthwash with the toothpaste before looking for your cell phone.

Finding it among your clothes, you mutter softly to the message from Ororo Munroe, your agent, reminding you not to miss the plane. Your flight is scheduled for three o'clock in the afternoon, so you still have plenty of time to get ready. Even so, your insides turn with anxiety.

For the first time in almost ten years you would return to your hometown, and thinking about the implications of this made your anxiety jump far beyond acceptable limits. But one of your best friends was getting married, so saying no was not an option.

Looking at the bed, you see the woman from the night before sleeping peacefully, and then you sigh, deciding just to leave a note before you leave as you devote yourself to putting your clothes back on. As you finish putting up your pants, noises coming from the bed catch your attention.

"Are you leaving already?" The blonde asks, but she doesn't sound upset, rather amused. "I have a flight to catch." You say, flashing her an apologetic smile before turning your attention back to your belt.

"I thought your flight wasn't until the afternoon." She comments and you frown, but then you brush it off, thinking that you must have commented on this last night. You prepare to apologize, but soon the girl holds up her hands to stop you.

"Don't worry about it, it's okay. I already knew you were the type to leave the next morning." She says with light humor, settling comfortably into bed afterward. Not knowing what to say, you just chuckle awkwardly. But then she's narrowing her eyes at you, "I just wonder why."

"Because I don't do feelings." You reply casually, looking around for your shirt. The blonde clears her throat to get your attention and then points to the top of the wardrobe, where your shirt was hanging. You wonder how the hell it got there, but don't ponder much about it as you pick up the garment and put it on.

"Don't you? Your songs say otherwise." The woman in bed accuses, returning to the previous conversation, and you just focus on buttoning your blouse. "My guess is that you used to be open to love, but something happened that put a block on you doing that again."

"You're full of opinions for someone who just met me yesterday." You snidely retort, refusing to admit that she's right, and the blonde doesn't seem to be bothered by your bluntness, shrugging as a smirk takes over her lips. "Maybe you're just easy to read."

"Well, either way, it was a pleasure spending the evening with you, Veronica." You put an end to the conversation, finally dressed and ready to leave. "It's Vanessa." The blonde corrects with a raised eyebrow, looking more amused than annoyed, and you awkwardly swallow dryly. "Right."

After that, you bid her a brief farewell. You don't bother to make excuses about seeing her again, and Vanessa doesn't bother to walk you to the door.

Finally on the street, you get into the first taxi that stops for you and try not to think too much about what awaits you tomorrow.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

Chapter 7

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[inviberu]

music box

Confessing was no easy thing, especially for someone like Heath who could barely take a compliment without his cheeks burning red. When someone suggested he should give a gift instead, the gears inside his head started to turn. The most beautiful gift of all is one that comes from the bottom of one's heart—the question is: what was it?

Heath didn't know how to express his feelings without getting too many butterflies in his stomach to the point that he has to bend over to calm himself down or without tripping over his words and forgetting everything he planned to say. His cheeks would flare up and he would tear his gaze away from your figure as he told himself inside his head: "Not today, maybe not tomorrow either…."

Faust could barely stand the way Heath kept on backing out at the last minute during his decisions to finally confess his feelings. Faust pushed up his glasses and crossed his arms with a stern look on his face as he sighed. Heath sat up straighter, hoping that Faust wasn't about to scold him about something related to missions, unaware that Faust called him to his room to talk about more… personal matters instead of their line of work.

"I know there's a lot of stuff going on inside your head, but you shouldn't let it affect you when you're doing missions." Every word that came from Faust's lips was a lie to disguise his genuine concern for his student—roundabout, as a lot of Eastern folk are. Upon seeing Heath's face contort into one of slight panic, Faust immediately followed up with a question: "What is it that's bothering you anyway?"

Another lie. Faust already knew well what the source of Heath's worries is but he'd rather have Heath be unaware of the fact that he's been paying attention to him. Heath glanced down, a light hue of pink dusting his cheeks and Faust could already tell what this was about even if he hadn't known about Heath's countless attempts to confess to you before.

"Faust-sensei… do you know how to confess to someone?" Heath's unexpected question caught Faust off guard, his eyes widening in surprise before letting out a small cough after regaining his composure.

"C-Confess?" Faust tried his best to play dumb. "Like those love confessions?"

Heath nodded slowly, "I've been trying to confess to someone for a while now but… I keep on getting scared at the last minute. It's like the fear of being rejected suddenly walking up behind me and grabbing my shoulder."

"... You're a wonderful young man, Heath. I doubt there's anyone out there that would reject you" Faust closed his eyes as he tipped his hat slightly, trying his best to reassure him.

"Plus, you'll never know the answer unless you go for it." Faust chuckled, a smile forming on his face. Heath's eyes twinkled all of a sudden and felt his enthusiasm bounce back up as he grabbed Faust's hands into his own—Faust's expression slowly turning to one of discomfort.

"Then… Can you help me?" Heath asked hopefully.

"Me…?" Faust exclaimed, his glasses almost dropping down.

"W-Well only if you want to! I wouldn't dare force you to help me against your wishes..."

"I suppose I can try… I can't guarantee anything, of course." Faust agreed reluctantly and Heath beamed, his smile widening in happiness as he said his thanks to the Eastern teacher. "Well, first of all, if you find yourself unable to speak in front of them… don't you think there's a better alternative rather than confessing in person?"

After all this time, Heath had always tried to confess to you upfront and had never bothered to consider any other options until Faust brought it up. Heath wanted to curl up and bury himself six feet under at the sudden realization, feeling as if all this time spent was just used for needless worrying.

"Like a letter of sorts?" Heath asked carefully. Faust shook his head and merely answered his question vaguely.

"Something that comes from the heart." He pointed towards Heath's heart. "You're good at craftsmanship, aren't you? Why not make good use of that?"

A few days had already passed since Faust made that remark—living inside Heath's brain with no signs of leaving soon. A letter would've been easier but after taking it into more consideration, as well as Faust’s words, he decided to give it more thought. What was another alternative? A gift instead of a letter, perhaps? Heath ruffled his hair, deep in thought as he sat on one of the cushioned seats inside the lounge.

“Heathcliff?” A voice called out, snapping Heath out of his daze and adjusted his vision to the person in front of him—the northern wizard, White. Curiously, he asked, “is there something troubling you? Won’t you allow this old man to help if so?”

“Sir White… it’s nothing important, I appreciate the offer though.” Heath shook his head, trying to brush off White’s offer as politely as he could. White merely crossed his arms, nodding his head before a smug and knowing smile took over his face—as if he already knew what was troubling Heath without having him say anything.

“Ohoho… it’s about the matters of the heart, is it not?” Bullseye. Heath felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, unable to hide the surprise evident in his expression. White didn’t wait for an answer, for he already knew he struck gold—he let out a laugh. “It’s written all over your face! A young man falling victim to love… is what your expression is saying.”

Heath covered his face by instinct, horrified at the newfound information that it was written all over his face. He wished he could keep a poker face like Lennox, perhaps that way he wouldn't be so easy to read—unaware that was precisely one of his charming points.

“Haha… is it that obvious?” Heath muttered weakly, burying his face into his palms and White only chuckled at the cute display. “Sir White, do you know of any good gifts fit for a confession?”

White rubbed his chin, deep in thought. A fitting gift for a love confession—one would normally think of something like flowers or sweets as if it was valentine's day, that was the textbook answer, though when White glanced at Heath and remembered his knack for machinery and the likes, he suddenly remembered of that one era that had a specific trend.

“It's a bit old fashioned but back in the day, music boxes were the trend. Why not make one with music that reminds you of your beloved? Wouldn't that be perfect for someone like you?” White beamed, smiling as if he gave a groundbreaking piece of advice. Heath’s eyes widened ever so slightly with his mouth agape as he thought about his words; music boxes were indeed old fashioned as you wouldn't see it normally these days.

“Me…? Make a music box?” He has never tried it before, especially not for a special someone, though he was confident he's able to make one if he tried.

“Ohoho, you’re good with machinery, are you not? Why not put those skills to use to make a heartfelt gift?” White nodded enthusiastically. Heath couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts, already trying to figure out how he was going to construct one—it seems like the young master has already figured out which gift he should give.

Heath spent his days holed up inside his room by his desk, materials sprawled all over with chunks of wood littered around after he had carved the finest wood he could get his hands on after returning to the East for a short while. A focused look adorning his face as he drowned out the noises surrounding him, immersed in his craft.

Countless music sheets were crumpled and thrown to the bin at the side which was overflowing with scrapped pieces—music pieces. Heath was no expert like Rustica when it came to music composition, he had left his seat several times to consult the Western Wizard in order to make sure the music wasn't disappointing and was able to convey his feelings, somehow.

He planned to leave the box and a note anonymously, though he already suspected it wasn't going to be very discreet as he started carving the box with the same carving he engraved into Shino’s magic tool. One look at it and you would be able to guess who did the carving, for it was named Blanchett for a reason.

He added the finishing touches, blowing the small particles of dust away that remained in the corners before opening the box as a sweet, soft melody started to play—its gears turning as it played music flawlessly. Heath smiled at the music box he created, proud. He put all of his feelings of adoration for you inside one box, only revealing itself if you decide to open it, akin to Pandora's box.

As if reciting his last prayer, he clutched it tightly as he muttered his spell under his breath before standing up and deciding to leave it by your doorstep—this time, he'll let you know of his feelings.

As he arrived at your doorstep, he quietly wished that you weren't inside your room because that would make things complicated as Heath already felt like he was doing something scandalous. His cheeks burned red as he quickly dropped the music box as well as a small note before knocking once and scurrying off back to his room where he could finally put his mind to rest.

You opened the door, greeted by no one but a mysterious box and a small note that didn't indicate whoever sent it to you for there was no name. Without much hesitation, you picked it and inspected it—the intricate design catching you off guard as you recognized it as the same one present in Shino’s magical tool. And the one who made it was none other than Heath himself, that only meant one thing—Heath was behind this mysterious set-up. You felt your chest bubble up in excitement, an uncontrollable smile forming in your face as you felt giddy.

You opened the note, it read: For you have captured my heart, I offer this gift to you.

You felt your heart leap at the words you read, scanning it once again to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, cheeks heating up as you realized what this meant. You quickly opened the box, not expecting a few blue butterflies to come out and fly around you as a soft melody played from it—a music box Heath made just for you. You could feel his magic from the box, did he imbue his magic? You suspected as much.

The longer you listened to the music, the more you felt like running to his room to tell him you felt the same way. There wasn't a single thing stopping you from doing so. With a determined look on your face, you started heading towards his room. Fortunately, you saw him walking in the hall, it seems like he hasn't arrived in his room yet.

You took the opportunity to jump at him, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around you, panic was written all over his face when he realized it was you who threw themselves at him. With the proximity between the two of you, you placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. His heart felt like it was about to explode.

“W-What are you doing!?” He grabbed you by the shoulders and tried to push you away in an attempt to calm his racing heart. You smirked as you felt like teasing him more, though the huge smile on your face was unfitting as you told him:

“You could've told me in person… but, I like you too, silly!”

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[quirkwizard]

What Quirks from Cass 1-B would All for One want to take?

Before covering this, I just want to mention that I won't be including Quirks that we don't have much information on. Yes, All For One could very well want a Quirk like "Size" or "Razor Sharp", but we don't really know the full extent about how those function and what issues they might have for the user.

All For One: Twin Impact: The idea with All For One with this power honestly terrifies me. With his bevy of strength enhancing powers, this just works as the perfect capstone to his physical abilities. I mean, we've seen what he's done with all of his regular enhancement abilities. Now just imagine that, but multiplied several times over, and he can activate it whenever he wants.

Black: While it doesn't exactly fit his grand, theatrical nature, I don't think that All For One would pass up on a Quirk like this. It would open a whole new world of mobility and hiding options for him, only limited by the amount of blackness he has to work with, which he may be able to manipulate. And I mean, you can't deny this perfectly fits his aesthetic as the shadow emperor of Japan.

Poltergeist: I could see this being useful to him in so many ways and that is not even including combinations. Just the amount of control he can exercise on his surroundings would be incredible. And since all it needs is hands motions and the user to be aware of the weight limit, I think All For One could very easily incorporate a power like that into himself.

Gyrate: A Quirk like this is right up All For One's alley. Something weak, but with a lot of combo potential. Like imagine this combined with "Air Cannon" to make a similar tornado, "Hypertrophy" for a giant attack, "Spearlike Bones" for a bladed drill, or doing even more damage with all of his physical boosters. There are just a lot of ways he could use it with his other powers.

Minions: Comic: While this is without a doubt one of the best abilities in the class, it wouldn't exactly fit with All For One's usual repertoire. Since he goes for Quirks that are simple to use with few drawbacks, the whole throat issue of the power would put a damper on things. Plus given how much he loves to run his mouth, it would surprise me if losing his voice was the real deal breaker.

Vines: While this would be the perfect cure for All For One's baldness, I still don't think he would want this one. I don't think he would want to deal with the all care and maintaining that would come with having this Quirk, so it would work better for someone who could put more time into that. Like I imagine this would work well with a guard, spreading their vines out over an entire area.

Nomus: Beast: This is almost a perfect Quirk for a Nomu. It offers a variety of abilities in the form of physical improvements, but it isn't something too complicated that a Nomu couldn't use it. What's better is that a Nomu wouldn't have the same kind of issues a person would have, at least with the Low Ends, since the Nomus are basically lobotomized and would feel more excitable.

Steel: Again, this works so well as it's a very basic Quirk that would greatly improve the Nomu's offensive power and could even compliment other abilities. My only issue with it is that I'm not exactly sure how one would feed a Nomu high iron foods. Maybe Garaki will just dump some spinach into whatever tank he keeps the Nomus in.

Uncertain: Lizard Tail Splitter: On the surface, this could be a useful power for All For One since it would increase his range and mobility. However, I just don't think All For One would want to spread himself out so far, if that makes any sense, especially since this power would need a lot of focus and training to use properly. Plus it may not combo as well with other abilities.

Softening: Even though it is a touched based power, I think that All For One could get a lot millage out of this. This would work especially well since All For One can us it and just fly above everyone else while they struggle in the mud. I'm just not sure if he would want it enough to keep it since it can't combo well with other powers or is strong enough on its own.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #All For One #Twin Impact #Black #Poltergeist #Gyrate #Comic #Vines #Beast #Steel #Lizard Tail Splitter #Softening

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Good morning/night/afternoon/evening/day/time hello!

So after seeing how many friends mc have, like wait let me count-----

26! in the friendlist not including, the unofficial friend like Corey,...

With how many friends there are, are there any friends that you would delete in favor of flashing out the other characters or would you like to keep it that way?

I have some ideas on who to delete in favor of flashing out the more main characters, but i fear that this might be a bit... yikess.. I understand that people like this characters and me saying that they "should not exist" might get people mad, i hope this does not give you to much problem.

1. Tulip to Penny ( thks one is still debateable)

I know we have too much Penny especially at year 5/6, sidequest and all tht, but I feel like Tulip doesn't have to exist because her existance can be taken by Penny which flashes her character more.

Hear me out, Tulip is great. But after year 3 or maybe 4 her existence is uneeded anymore. In year 3 we can instead use Penny, Penny is a popular person with many friends. It wouldn't be out of character for her to try to understand Merula maybe try to befriend her ( i mean she did befriended Talbot, who isn't exactly the nicest or the most approachable ) but later, on something happend and now there is more substance in Penny hating on Merula rather than yeah, she such a bully or smth.

2. Barnaby to Ben

Ben is really untouched at the early years ( 1 to 3) I feel like the whole ark of Barnaby can be dealt with Ben. Like imagine Ben was Merulas lab dog, but because of Jacob's sibling kindness and all that, he finally have the courage to stand up to Merula proving his Gryffindor side. This could also explain Rowan sudden suspicions of Ben in Year 4, (its quite mean of Rowan tbh) I mean like after year 3 aside from the dating tlsq, Barnaby doesnt really do much does he? I mean you can argue that he have some influence on the last curse vaults but nah-

3. Badeea Ali to Rowan

Simple, we need more Rowan! I think the thing Badeea did in year 5 can easily be done with Rowan, i mean she just disappears later on anyways.

4. Instead of Bea, Rowan should be in the potrait.

5. Talbot as Ben? I'm not so sure about this one but yeah, they could put aside Talbot so we can flash out Ben. The flying solo quest can be switch into Ben losing his Bear again but we get more background to what the Bear meant to him ( maybe about his muggle life?? ) the tlsq could be at around year 5 or 6 to help Jacob's Sibling understand more about whats going through Ben's mind.

6. Diego = Ben

Ben is told to be good at charms we never really get to see it until around year 4 with the red cloak shenanigans. I would like to see JC explore more of his charms ability by teaching mc.

Anyways im not here to bash on your favorite characters im just saying that a lot of the characters are wasted pottential. To much characters can kill a story, rather than adding more characters jc should focus on the current one.

Sadly, they never did

Year0 Rowan

Year 1 Ben, Penny, Merula, (Chiara)

Year 2 Bill, (Chiara)

Year 3 Barnaby, Ismelda, Tulip, Andre Tonks, Talbott. Year 3 is definitely the worse case of it.

Year 4 Charlie

Year 5 Bea, Jae, Badeea, Liz, Diego

Year 6 Alanza

Year 7 Corey

The problem is, the more jc adds the characters the more they just stack up in the background, clogging the story. Imagine the characters as dept and the currency is good writing.

Anyways love your content, keep it up!

Personally, I couldn't begin to imagine doing this.

Not that I'm saying it's a heartless idea, mind you. I've worked with this line of thinking before. I work in children's theatre, and when we adapt scripts for different sized casts, we have to often cut characters or absorb them into others. So this isn't unheard of, and I get it. Still, having grown emotionally attached to each and every one of these little misfits, and feeling like they all have potential in different ways...cutting them is not what I would do at this stage. I believe the TLSQ system should be completely overhauled, and in doing so, used to give screen-time to characters that don't always get a lot. Imagine if each character had a TLSQ that starred them at maybe LV 5, and then a sequel quest at LV 10. Might seem excessive, like too many quests...but again, this goes back to the idea of a revamp. Allow players to hit pause, and put a TLSQ on a "waiting list" so to speak. Allow them to reroll so they can skip one if they want to for whatever reason. Stop having TLSQs disappear forever if they're failed twice.

As far as your first suggestion...I realize that my status as a Tulip fan might be affecting my reaction, but absolutely not. I have no issue with Penny, but if it comes down to omitting one of these two...well, Penny does come with Beatrice, and that whole emotional arc during Years 5 and 6. But I'm not sure if keeping that is worth losing Tulip. Because her storyline with Merula is quite compelling, and it adds to the backstory of one of the mainstay characters. Plus...Tulip is kind of way more interesting than Penny, if I'm being honest. Actually, if I was to have anyone be "absorbed" into anyone else...I feel like Tulip could have easily been the "detention" character in Year 5? And that would have been a way to keep her relevant? Again though, I love Jae so much that I couldn't imagine doing this. But it's one example of how this idea could be done give more focus to fewer characters. You know who could be absorbed into Penny, though? Andre. Just, so long as we're actually thinking about this.

Barnaby is a character who sadly has not done much since his arc ended in Year 3, you're right about that. However, I feel like Ben is just too complicated and too tied to the main story for him to be shuffled with anyone. We still have unanswered questions about the gaps in his memory from Year 2. Did he cross paths with R? With Merula? Then there is the question of his time as the Red Cloak in Year 4. His transformation into "New" Ben, after going into the Portrait Vault with MC. I suppose these things could be transferred over to Barnaby, but that would leave the Year 2 stuff up in the air. And as for transferring it the opposite way, cutting Barnaby to give Ben more prominence...I mean, it could be done, but Ben already has plenty, if you ask me. And I don't see him being able to take on the role of Merula's lapdog, given their history from Year 1.

I'll never say no to getting more of Rowan, and this is something I could actually see working. The idea of Badeea being absorbed into Rowan and that screen time being given to them. I love Badeea, but it's definitely tempting. By in large, the Year 5 characters did feel at least a little gimmicky. They're all wonderful, but the fact that there were four of them, one for each House, and they all had a specific interest that was central to their character? The fact that all things considered, they didn't really matter to the story apart from perhaps Jae? Yeah, I would never want to lose any of them, but I can see why that might work. As for Rowan taking the place of Beatrice...well, that's an idea. For sure. It could give MC the same kind of immediate emotional context. Allow Rowan to be heavily relevant without them actually needing to have any lines. But their entire character would have to shift after that point. If they're absorbing Beatrice' character arc...I mean, the Forbidden Forest comes to mind. Does that still happen? Does Rowan's personality change? What becomes of them after Year 5?

I still believe Ben is doing just fine in terms of his relevance, but I'll admit there's definitely something to the idea of Diego being absorbed into him. And I've grown to truly like Diego. Ben having talent at dueling could show how far he's come. If they depicted it prior to the end of Year 4, it could be foreshadowing of him being the Red Cloak. If he still helps MC prepare to challenge Rakepick in Year 5, it could play into his fear of her. And I like what you're doing with the idea of Talbott being absorbed into Ben....but no, I can't endorse that one. It's just not needed for Ben's story, and Talbott is already so fascinating on his own. I dig the Ravenclaw representation, I dig the Animagus representation.

Either way, it's an interesting topic to think about. Not to worry, I don't take offense at all. I get that people have different opinions and there are certainly valid critiques of this game's writing. I still enjoy it though, and I think the characters are the strongest suit. Their placement in the game, perhaps not quite so much. But it's because of this that I wish for all of them to be handled better, without having to lose any of them. Thank you for the kind words and I hope to hear from you again!

#Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM Analysis #Penny Haywood #Tulip Karasu #Ben Copper #Rowan Khanna #Barnaby Lee #Diego Caplan #Talbott Winger #Badeea Ali #Beatrice Haywood #Jae Kim

[artsyxloner]

Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, violence, death

27: Realization of the true enemy

It's has been a while since I had locked myself up in the quarantine room. Laying down on the mattress. I tried to ignore the huge Puddle of thick blood that was on the floor.

I know I was supposed to be strong but it was completely hard. By having —well the relationship was complicated we didn't Officially Announce we were together but now we never will because Hyun-Su doesn't feel the same way back.

I knew it was all because of that one boy, getting inside Head. I mean Hyun-Su didn't even let me explain and he rather listens to a boy he Barely knows and pushes me aside from the one who has helped him through thick and thin here and it doesn't mean anything over one little thing.

It was hard for me to, and I'm glad the others understood but I thought at least Hyun-Su would have I guess I should have gotten to know him better before jumping into things. I guess I was so Transfixed on feeling bad for him and knowing he was just like me. I didn't get to see this stubborn side of him.

Maybe the reasons why he is-is because of things that happened in his past but that doesn't mean everyone witnesses like that I guess he has major trust issues. It sure seems like it. When you're alone you have a lot to think about.

Maybe I had too much to think about sitting up, I saw a brown leather cover laying on top of a table. Did it seem to be oddly familiar? Maybe this will calm down my consuming thoughts. Dragging myself over to it I carefully picked it up and opened it.

For some reason, I skipped over the first page and went on to the others. It looked like a filed Journal of monsters Someone drew. They were really good. As I continued to search through this thing something fell out on my lap. Picking it up my eyes went wide.

It was a picture. But not just any pictures it was of me and three other people. A woman, a man, and an older boy that looked to be in his early twenties. They were all smiling being happy. I didn't understand was this, my family?

If so why is it in this journal? For some reason, I flipped back to the first page. And almost dropped the book. It was a drawling of them but they were all dead. Why was that even there? Were they killed? Was it by a human or a monster?

It had no writing just gruesome drawings. This helps me know what my family looked like but this doesn't give me any Perspective of who killed them? Something told me it was me in the back of my head but I quickly pushed that aside that was nearly impossible I wouldn't ever try and hurt someone like that.

Or even if I did I would go insane but while trying to stay sane. Because I don't know if I'll be able to handle that? Sliding the picture back in the book I closed it putting it back where it belongs even though it was mine I didn't want to look at it as a reminder that my family was gone.

Yes I should take it with me but I don't remember them and how can I miss them if I don't remember? No memory of any birthdays, family dinners or just watching tv together on Saturday nights?

I had to leave it for now maybe I'll remember one day. I for sure hope so because it was all fuzzy like a screen that has gone static. Getting up I began to search for a bag and start packing things for when I leave tonight.

I won't say anything I'll go anonymously. So no one will have to worry or question why I'm leaving it was for everyone's good. They don't need me like I said I just cause trouble. Heading out of the room. I was about to go to the small convenience store that had almost everything to flashlights, ropes, and first-aid kits.

But stopped when I saw Sang-Wook with Yu-Ri on his back as they passed me. Something was wrong as I heard her wheezing terribly. She must have run out of an inhaler. She could smother to death from lack of oxygen.

( Y'all, I have Severe asthma, and let me tell you it sucks when you don't have an inhaler anyone else? )

I began to follow him, even though I was leaving that still didn't mean I didn't care them I wanted to help. " how long has she been like this and without an inhaler?!" I shouted, Sang-Wook grunted, as he heaved her up as I could tell she was about to fall.

" she just had run out and for a while here!" I nodded the closest Drugstore wasn't far from here. He hand-thrown the keys to me. As we neared the entrance I felt a hard blow that made me go flying back. There were three loud thuds. As I landed on the side of my rib cage.

I cringed, gritting my teeth I could hear Yu-ri Coughing trying her best to breathe. As she sucked in the air, I half-way walked and crawled over to her but was kicked down. I hand gripped the keys in my hand, it was no surprise who I saw looking up.

It was him.

He had stepped on my wrist, bending down he grabbed the set of keys from me. " going somewhere?" He shook the keys in his grasp laughing a bit with a smirk plastered on his face. This little bitch?!

" give them back!" I spit, trying to get up he placed his foot on my chest stepping down on it. Making it hard for me to breathe too. " what's going on?" I heard someone say. The person who walked in it was Hyun-Su I didn't expect a reaction from him.

But when he looked down his eyes widened a bit. He glanced up at his 'friend' questionably? The boy raised his hand up Jingling the keys. " They were trying to leave." Why does he even care? " so?" I pushed his foot off me with all the strength I had.

Getting up, " why does it matter to you!" I began but was Interrupted. " it doesn't matter." Hyun-Su looked at me, I frowned. " if they report us, the soldiers will come." He said Plainly, was this that was all about?

I shook my head. " oh, yeah I would go and risk reporting us?!" I fired back, poking my finger in his chest. I hated this guy. I was so close to wanting to beat the crap out of him he's causing nothing but chaos around here.

" then why are you trying to leave?"

I stopped there for a minute Hyun-Su was the one questioning me now. I balled up my fist. " because there's someone that requires medical attention." I was so angry I began to cry. The last words of my sentence broke. As I blinked a few tears away.

I saw Sang-Wook from the corner of my eye picking up Yu-Ri. I motioned over towards her. " if you cared Hyun-Su you would stop letting this guy get in your head and see who the real problem is because it's not us yes things were difficult for you but did you ever think it was hard for me too?"

I couldn't control my tears anymore they came rushing down it was true it was hard for me but he didn't acknowledge that I was going through a hard time too. I didn't care if I was showing my Vulnerable side it showed that I still had a human heart.

I still had sympathy, I couldn't tell what emotion was going through Hyun-Su's eyes it was hard to read but he snatched the keys from the boy handing them to me. I quickly took them silently thanking him which didn't mean anything.

" Let them go, it's up to her now."

I was the last thing Hyun-Su said before we three made our way to the large opening that was caused by the tank. Sang-Wook began to run along with me to his side. She had to make it. But little did I know things don't turn out the way you want them to.

There was a loud bang that shot throughout the air. I turned my head to see a bullet flying through the air hitting Yu-Ri in the back. The impact of it made her let go of Sang-Wook.

I let out an Ear-piercing scream, seeing her blood splatter out from her back. I began to ran. They both were tipping over but that was good. I pushed them out of the way where the bullets wouldn't hit them anymore. They fell to the ground, " Go! I'll cover you!!!" I yelled. Sang-Wook got up and held on to Yu-ri tightly and began to run.

I heard the sound of more bullets being fired but this time I was the one getting hit in every direction. My body Flung back and forth. It was better for me than them. I hope they were going to be okay.

But soon there was another scream, it wasn't me this time but it sounded more like a boy. The bullets stopped flying, as I fell to the ground on my knees. Everything hurt. As I saw blood seeping in throughout my clothes small holes could be seen through them and my skin.

But I knew I would be okay. Looking up I saw Hyun-Su, he was running towards that boy. I could see his face was twisted in terror as his cries were let out loud. I checked behind me to see. Sang-Wook was lay down on the ground and Yu-Ri was laying her back on the dashboard limbs falling aimlessly.

No!

I was too late they were hit. I began to cry again, I wanted to go over and help them but Sang-Wook motioned me to go and help the others. As there were a loud crash and more screams and gunshots. I turned away running towards the action that was unfolding.

There he was standing in the middle of the room. Holding out a gun shooting people for the fun of it. I blocked there his shots so more people could get to safety. Most of them did. As more of the group came and got Byeong-II he was shot through the back of the chest.

" You never stop trying to get in my way!" I turned and saw his eyes going black. " so I'm just going to have to kill you myself since the first time didn't do the job!" He seethed, as his other arm shot out his hand gripped around my neck pulling me up in the air.

I could feel his fingers tightening Pressing down on my Windpipe. I struggled to breathe choking on my Saliva and air. I grasped his hand trying to make him loosen up but it wouldn't. My feet dangled in the air. I could feel my face turning red from the lack of oxygen.

I tasted blood, as I began to spite it up. More gunshots were fired. As I saw them hit his face but they Protruded out of his skin healing up as nothing had happened. My eye vision was going blurry again until I saw someone from the corner of my eye running towards us.

The person slammed into the boy that was trying to kill me. Both of their bodies flew to the side. As he let go of my neck I fell to the ground hard. Coughing like a fish out of water trying to catch my breath. It was Hyun-Su that tackled him they crashed into a room.

Wood, dust, glass went flying everywhere, I ducked. Hearing groaning, I stepped up about to go and help Hyun-Su but he was thrown out of the glassless window. He went sliding on the ground hitting the wall. Grunting, in pain Running over to him.

I bent down, " Hyun-Su! Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. He looked up and regret was filled in his dark browns. I pulled my hand up under his arm and around his back trying to help him up. I turned my face if was towards him. We were very close. Feeling his hot breath fanning mine as he breathed hard.

" Soo-Nico I'm—" but he was Interrupted by that one boy. He didn't get to finish what he was going to say. I held on to Hyun-Su tightly. " I should've known you were sulking after killing that woman!" I could see his footsteps inching close to us. He grabbed me by my face pulling me up.

" And you trying to defend him for it!!" That's when he threw me up against the wall my back colliding with the glass mirror. I could hear it shattering against my skin as the Ragged blades cut into me. " you both are the weak ones!!" He pushed me harder into the glass. I sucked in a sharp breath.

He then let go was I dropped to the ground next he went over to Hyun-Su. " do you want to know something funny? Let me tell you the truth." He grabbed Hyun-Su face now. That was mixed in with anger towards the boy who he thought he trusted. His jaw was clenched as he bared his teeth.

" you didn't kill anyone."

Hyun-Su face quickly switched into confusion, face lighting a bit in disbelief. The boy then hit him and his hand turned into a sharp spear and jabbed it through Hyun-Su's stomach pushing him up against the wall. I could hear him groaning and grunting in pain.

" because that woman was me." The boy smiled Sinisterly laughing. Like he was having a flashback of what had happened. His eyes were Shown through the broken mirror as his face repeated by it his black eyes the dominant view as he laughed crazily.

He then pulled the spear-like thing out of Hyun-Su as he fell to the ground. I was in pain as I watched the mirror fall on him. His face had so much mixed emotions I couldn't tell what will happen. His fist balled up as the boy started to talk again.

" Nobody can leave!"

He shot at the car as gas leaked out from it. Creating sparks that reached the gas as it soon caught on fire sending the place in a blaze. He had cut the swinging chandelier as his hood up he walked over towards Hyun-Su but his hand soon shot out from underneath the mirror all covered in blood, sweat and dirt.

His fingers and arm twitch and began to bending on all different types of ways as more spear-like things Poked out of his skin. Sliding up with blood covering them. I watched him in horror as he began to transform.

@xetherealbeautyx

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[clatterbane]

Oh yes, just reminded by that last travel update (full of unexpected kindness!) getting another note.

Mr. C contacted an animal transport specialist business, figuring they'd know what to do and what steps to follow, so much better than we do. Especially with a lot of international things turning more complicated post-Brexit--not to mention all the extra constantly shifting Plague Time considerations thrown on top. 😵

Turns out that the cats should also be able to fly into Gothenburg. For comparison to what we were afraid would be necessary:

Shaving off about half the trip would help so much! Especially considering the whole point is dragging along a couple of poor discombobulated cats. 🙀 At least the actual flight shouldn't be longer than 2-2.5 hrs, in any case.

(BTW, Mirrors has lived in this house since he was like 4-5 weeks old, and Feist was born here. They're also 16 and 17 now, so yeah I expect that the whole relocation process will be extra stressful on them in general! 😩 But, the best we can do is try to make it as smooth as possible.)

Best of all would be if we could just bring them in through Copenhagen, and he's apparently looking into the current regulations affecting all of us there now. *fingers crossed*

That's just right across the Öresund. And it looks like the airport is also not that far from the bridge/tunnel, which should be even handier! I wouldn't even feel too bad about taking New Landlord up on his offer to drive us, if that option is open after all.

But yeah, nothing about this whole moving operation is simple. And I could easily vomit forth a whole novel-length vent about how the combo of political BS (e.g., Brexit) and Plague Madness has been driving me even crazier, in terms of unpredictability in planning practically from one moment to the next.

(Hell, I still have no idea if I will even be able to get a valid passport in time for the flight plans. Can't even request an Embassy appointment until within 5 days of whenever our flight is booked. 🥴)

[ETA: Since we've been back out of lockdown, they're starting to make some other appointments available again a few days a week for issues which absolutely must be handled in person. But, it still looks like I'll realistically have to wait for an emergency appointment, and pray that they will have their shit together enough to give me a new passport in time for us not to waste a bunch of money rescheduling flights.

There are few enough slots available still, for a single week in advance--and those seem to be getting snapped up as soon as they're posted. 😑 Not really a surprise, with the number of people who are probably feeling at least as desperate by now, but a frustrating situation all around.]

But, I will spare everyone most of that--at least for now! I don't have the energy right now, anyway.

It is a bit of a relief, though, that we shouldn't need to fly into Stockholm after all.

#too autistic for this shit #long post #personal #travel #sweden bound #plague madness #plague time #vomit mention #just to be safe

[skittles1229]

Old Expectations Die Hard (Dashie x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter One: Weird Circumstances

You know your life is complicated when the friend you always complain to says "you never have a dull moment do you?" I sigh as the weight of the world seems to make it impossible to breath. You see recently things have been rough. I lost my job and my fiance all in the same day, that itself was an unbelievable story. I was so upset and strung out on thoughts of what to do that once i got home early from work i didn't notice the extra car in the driveway. i stepped into my home and my own floors felt as if they'd given way when i saw the guy i thought i'd be spending my life with in bed, with my sister... my sister and i hadn't been on good terms for a while and for a good reason! The drugs she took either made her unreliable and selfish or crazy and murderous. He, of course, pulled the its not what you think, id never hurt you, it was a mistake, and honestly i could write a book out of the excuses i heard in the time of two minutes but maybe another time. Needless to say i left. I never thought about going back and to be honest my sister looked more hurt then i was. I took a job in California a few weeks ago and moved in with my friend (BFF Name). They always seemed to know what to say and honestly i truly believe They  knew me better then i know myself. 

California gave me the biggest culture shock I've ever had. I came from Mississippi, the bible belt and the most rural part of the world. California was sooooo different then what i was use to. The weather is awesome. There's lots of jobs for technical people, at least until you're 45 and then you're considered ancient and you can't possibly know anything when some 23-year old out of Stanford tells you that they know it all. (a little bit of sarcasm there) It's a great place to start a new company, money is available as is talent. The risk of starting a company is lower since you can always find a new job The politics are insane, if you aren't towing the progressive party line you should just STFU. If you even once say that Trump has done something positive, or that Obama did something negative prepare for the wrath. Read the stuff behind the recently filed lawsuit against google for a taste of what it's like. Seriously, don't say a word. The state if structurally bankrupt, although the finances look good because so much stuff is off of the balance sheet. The public pension liability dwarfs the "good" part of the budget, and some day it is coming home to roost. Watch out when it does. The cost of living is absurd, really absurd. I'm not talking just a place to live but gas, electricity, haircuts, milk, pizza, you name it. The traffic is absurd too. (can you tell i like the word absurd) The public transit, although usually on time, is a mess. People are pigs, they throw trash everywhere, the cars are overcrowded almost all the time. 

I've got to say, from how much it sounds like i hate California, i actually don't.  Mainly because its so far away from my original family, leaving really helped me start to grow up and feel like maybe i was getting a hold of my life again. Only problem has been getting to my new job on time. I work as a barista and a waitress at a brunch place a good minute away from the apartment. The money is good, otherwise i wouldn't waste my time with the commute everyday. i keep being late to work because i still haven't adjusted to how terrible traffic is and so my boss was "nice" enough to switch me to the later shifts. The hours are long and boring because my shift starts in the middle of rush hour to the slowest hours at the end of the day meaning you have to find things to keep yourself busy with. the only good thing is, we can wear pretty much anything we want as long as its black. all i wear is dark colors so i didn't have to spend any extra money on a uniform and i didn't have to wear the same thing everyday. Today i decided i wear a v-neck shirt that with an emperor waist (body forming) with black skinny jeans and my regular converse. i decided against driving to work and decided it would be far smarter to catch a bus to the nearest destination. My (hair color) hair was done is a fishtail messy braid, i always liked this style because it made me look like i had a head full of hair when in reality i thought i was going bald. 

My personality was a little odd, you see some days i felt like the beautiful nerd who has no confidence and wants to hide away in a hole. other days i feel like a model from Victoria secrets, of course those are the days i get the most tips. today was honestly a mutual day, where id rather be at home in my bed asleep, or listening to music. The bus finally stopped a block away from my job and i sighed obviously not wanting to go into work. surprisingly there wasn't nearly  as many cars as there usually is around this time but i wasn't complaining. i walk in to see that most of the downstairs was empty but whoever was upstairs definitely had a loud mouth. i walk to the back in order to clock in and i bump into melany ( the girl im shifting with). "wow you actually got here on time! Maybe the boss's mood will cheer up." i huffed a little. "yea, i dont know why i thought id need a car in California, say whats with the low level of customers? its NEVER this slow." she looked at me in disdain, "some guys reserved the entire upstairs and we had to make this huge table out of all our tables up there, glad im not gonna be the one fixing it later." i rolled my eyes, i hated when a huge family came in and they just had to move everything around because little johnny wants the sit next to suzzie and suzzie HAS to sit by her parents bc she likes to throw her food on the floor, all fake names but a real situation ive been in before. "well have they at least been fed so that i only have to clean up after them?" she shook her head while hanging up her apron. "nope, they've only ordered their drinks and they are getting those onto trays now." so today was gonna be like every other day. "guess i better go help them take those upstairs then, have a good rest of your day." i walk away and slip on my apron, grabbed one of the trays of drinks while another waiter grabbed the rest of the drinks. Once i got upstairs, that's when i met him...

Chapter Two: Last Will and Testament

          He was sitting on the far end of the long table of people laughing and joking. everyone seemed to be loud and all had their own inside jokes. This guy, he stuck out. i changed my attention to the task at hand, finishing this shift. i hated when people moved all the tables and seating around. all the waiters and waitresses have to go back behind them and look at the layout of the floor to put them all back exactly as they were before. it was a struggle and because of this nobody actually wanted that job so usually the manager gives it to her least favorite workers and i happened to be one. "who all had coke?" nobody answered me so one of the men bellowed out the same line and somehow was able to get a show of hands. i walked around handing  out drinks, catching the lingering smell of strong liquor. i could tell by the end of tonight they would all be wasted and loud. please, just don't make more of a mess then you have to, i thought to myself. i had one drink left on my tray, "sweet tea?" the guy i saw before at the end of the table waved his hand and i dreaded going over there, i always seem to make a fool of myself when it matters. 

     i make my way slowly down the table with the tray under my arm and the tea in my hand. i lean over to sit his drink on the table.."here's your t-" *CRASH* while joking with one of his friends his elbow crashes into my hand sending the tea flying all over me and the cup crashing to the floor, thank god i wore black. he turned around and looked more horrified then i did. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry!" his voice was deeper then i imagined it'd be. "no, it my fault i'm sorry ill get you a new one." i turned away to hide my embarrassment and walked away really just trying to get away from the situation. i could tell from the silence behind me that all eyes were on me. i ran to the back where the lockers were for the service. i went to the bathroom and stripped the sticky clothes off throwing them aside. i sat on the toilet  trying to catch my breath, my social anxiety had struck me  hard. a feeling of worthlessness and dread fell over me like a blanket. after the past few months i've had just one day without something terrible happening would mean the world to me. i heard a knock on the door, it was melany, she walked in with a towel from the kitchen. "hey, i heard what happen upstairs are you ok?" i covered my breast trying keep myself as unexposed as possible. "oh yea im fine, im just cold, and sticky, and... covered in tea." melany and i made eye contact and both laughed just to lift the dread in the air. "let me guess, all the guys are getting a kick out of watching me fumble again huh?" i said a little less concerned and more annoyed. she rolled her eyes "they are boys, they get a kick out of picking their own nose. we both slid to the floor beside each other, she hands me the damp towel. i get most of the sticky off as possible, throwing my hair up to make it look less clumped together by the sugar. "i have an extra black t shirt in my locker but i don't know how it will fit you. your breast are at least a size larger then mine." i shrugged my shoulders, "who cares ill make do. thanks for your help melany." she smiled her weird anime girl smile and ran to get the shirt from her locker.

     ill have to admit, she was right about the size thing. it was far to small around the chest area but the rest fit fine. after the incident my boss stuck me down stairs wiping tables and sweeping the floor, i dont mind though because i get to experience the day coming to an end with a beautiful sunset over California. i secretly kept the the window to watch as the sun fell from the sky. the sky seemed to burn and darken while the clouds began to glow with the last bit of sunlight left. the sky filled up with burning Burgundy and faded orange and yellows, the tallest buildings seemed to reach for the skyline as if it were a sunflower moving to the last drip of sunlight. moving here had been hard, and this had become one of the things i looked forwards to. living in the apartment with my friend was nice, buts its not the same as coming home to someone you use to lay with every night. sleeping alone seemed so much colder and emptier then i remembered from childhood. my mother would be so disappointed in the way i turned out, in the places id gone and the decision to spend my life with someone who was most obviously the wrong one. she would have told me to slow down and to take my time, that growing up wasn't everything. she would have said love isn't something you just wake up and have, its something you make. i wasn't anywhere close to where i thought id be by now, and i could see that. it tears at my heart everyday, not being able to see her or any of my family. sometimes it felt as if they'd all died in the fire that night. 

     i suddenly heard a boom of voices making their way down the stairs, i hadn't realized how close to closing time it had become. all of them walk out stumbling and laughing at their own jokes, seems they all got a good bit of drinking in, all except one. The guy i ran into on accident seemed as sober as ever, designated driver i think, he was much taller now. he seemed muscular but in such a fitting way for his body. his teeth sparkle because their so white, his smile complimented him best. his high cheekbones made his chocolate brown eyes his best feature. His skin was glowing with a sweet honey hue and before i could notice that i was staring he turned his head. his eyes met mind before i could think twice and that's when i felt the heat rise to my cheeks. weather it be from embarrassment or silly school girl shyness i didn't know . i turned my face away but it was too late, i turned my face a little just to catch a glimpse of him before he made his way out of the door and that's when i noticed his cheeks had gone from a burnt caramel to a rosy color. i felt my body shiver at the thought that maybe, just maybe he found me as attractive as i found him. i shook the thought from head realizing they had began locking the place down. as i helped close up shop and wash dishes i couldn't help but to let my mine wander to all different kinds of thoughts, funny thing was they always fell back to him and his rosy  cheeks. i couldn't help but smile as i felt my heart race at the thought of him, even though id made a fool of myself today i was glad i hadn't ruined my chances. Even if he'd never get with me or i wouldn't ever see him again, i'd still take it as a compliment that he even looked my way. 

     before long we were all outside laughing and talking about today. The manager locked the doors and said his goodbyes. i turn to walk towards the bus station when i see a man standing aside awkwardly between the restaurant and the parking lot. suddenly my eyes adjusted and once they did, the joyousness butterflies came back and the blush suddenly reappeared on my cheeks..

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[billhaderlovebot]

of heartbreak and raviolis - aaron conners

summary: you're sick and tired of everyone taking advantage of your best friend, aka aaron conners, aka the most wonderful man in the world, aka the man you love. not so subtle amy bashing fic.

tags: @whoseblogsthis @mpmarypoppins @a-second-hand-sorrow

aaron conners had always had shitty taste in women. you'd mainly thought so because none of the women he'd ever picked happened to be you.

aaron was too soft. too soft for this world and the men and women in it. they would break him. they would ball up the effervescent, unconditional kindness and love he had for people and shove it right back down.

amy was going to break him, too.

you knew she would.

and, oh, how you hated her. you hated her and how unreliable she was and the infuriating vapidness within her and her terrifying lack of respect for the man you had loved since you were seventeen. your best friend.

watching him kiss her was hell. watching him fall for her, knowing he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it, was worse.

but he was so happy, and he looked at her like she'd hung the moon.

it fucking hurt.

because you were tired of sitting by while everyone took advantage of how fucking nice he always was.

because you knew what was coming. and you didn't have the heart to say "i told you so".

"hey, hey, slow down, honey, i can't understand you."

aaron was crying. his voice came broken and shuddering down the line, trying desperately to get something out that wasn't cut with a sob burning from his chest. but you already knew what he was going to say. you knew, and you were pulling on a sweater and grabbing your keys before he could explain.

"she... she said-" and he couldn't get it out. the sound of his heartbreak made your own heart shatter.

"im coming over." you breathed, slamming the door and heading out into the night to comfort the man you had always wanted but could never have.

---

amy had cheated. actually, amy had been cheating for quite some time. she had never stopped, in fact.

you'd been tangled together on aaron's couch, a mass of crying and limbs and throw blankets, for hours now.

"i thought she loved me." aaron scoffed, staring blankly out of the window to where the sun was just beginning to rise over new york.

his head was in your lap and the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity was your hand threading through his hair. "she said she loved me."

he let out a mirthless laugh, and you were suddenly furious.

"i'm so fucking angry." you whispered, eyes intent on aaron's face, angled towards the sunrise, the remnants of heartbreak in shining tracks down his cheeks.

"why?" he inquired, turning over to look up at you.

"because... because this shouldn't happen, aaron. not to you."

---

light snores filled the quiet apartment as aaron drifted off in your arms. he had moved so that his face rested in the crook of your shoulder, his hand draped over your waist. you couldn't help but feel that this was a little bit not fair. it wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him, and it wasn't the first time you'd had to hold him and comfort him and pretend you hadn't been painfully in love with him since high school. so here you were, again, the doting, supportive best friend. again. fuck.

in sleep, he looked younger. in sleep, he looked content, save for the small wrinkle between his eyebrows, the remainder of the day's emotional strain. it disappeared with the gentle press of your lips against the soft skin, and aaron unconsciously held onto you a little tighter. your heart ached as it did when you were a teenager.

when, at seventeen, you lay eyes on him at a house party, shrouded in smoke and coloured lights and the thumping bass of some nondescript vaporwave track, your heart skipped, like, twelve beats or something.

and, when, blue eyed and floppy haired, he looked back at you, raising his red plastic cup, your heart fell out of your ass. upon trying to talk to the guy who had so quickly stolen your heart, you spilled your vodka soda all over him. he tipped his own drink over your head. you stared at each other for several solid seconds of short lived fury, and then cracked up, immediately going to find more alcohol. you were best friends from that day on.

you were the one who supported him through medical school, helping him study and walking to campus every morning to give him coffee and whatever baked good you deemed acceptable. bidding him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and the promise of a movie marathon.

you endured aaron's many vapid, fake-nice, passive-aggressive girlfriends who would loathe you and shoot you looks that, should they kill, would have you six feet fucking under.

you pushed how deeply in love with him you were right down below the surface, because his happiness was more important to you.

you thought, now, almost a decade later, as he had cried in your arms for hours about a woman that didn't feel the same, that it might be time for you to get your feelings in order and fucking tell him that all you wanted was for him to take you in his arms and kiss you fucking senseless.

and then they got back together.

"aaron, you fuck- you what?" you were absolutely livid, like, struggling-to-hold-the-phone-without-smashing-it-into-someone's-face livid.

"um, i, i just really want to make it work with her, and she was really sorry, and-"

"aaron, she broke your fucking heart."

"yeah, i know, i-

"and i was the one to let you cry your fucking eyes out on me for hours, even though it hurt. i've stood by for years, watching people hurt you and knowing there was nothing i could do about it."

"i'm not your responsibility, honey." he said. "this is my own life and i... you don't have to be involved."

"how can you fucking say that, aaron? of course i do. i won't let her do this to you again. i'm your best fucking friend, is that not enough for you?"

"...i guess not."

you'd never wanted to beat aaron to death before, but if he continued being so fucking stupid, you'd advise him not to put it past you. there was a deafening silence on the phone after that, because there was nothing you could say to change his mind, and nothing he could say that would make you not want to murder amy townsend. or him.

"i won't do this anymore." you finally said, a lump in your throat.

"what?"

"pretend that... that i'm not in love with you so that i can be okay with the manipulative assholes you pick as girlfriends."

"wh-?"

"goodbye, aaron."

---

the month that followed was probably the worst month of your entire life. you didn't speak to aaron once. no calls, no emails, no 2am visits to listen to billy joel and eat junk and talk about how you both carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. you'd always shared that weight, and, now, it was like someone had torn you in half and left you bleeding.

you were halfway through the last episode of season ten of friends, and your second box of cold pop tarts, crying your eyes out, when the doorbell rang. you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of one of aaron's old college sweaters and dragged yourself up from the couch. your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the disheveled, very attractive man hyperventilating in front of you when the front door swung open.

"aaron?" you stumbled over your thrift store welcome mat you bought because of the blue cat on it, holding yourself up on the door frame and staring up at him in sleepy disbelief.

"hi, yes, hi." aaron was breathing hard, the aftermath of running the whole two miles to your apartment in the middle of the night. "i've been thinking a lot about... about what you said, and i just, i've missed you, yknow? and, i, um, not that that makes everything okay, because i didn't listen to you, and it sucked, and-"

"what do you want?" you asked, trying not to punch him. "i'm tired, aaron. and not just physically. i'm tired of waiting around for you to love me."

"oh, well that's, um, that's good." he nodded, peeling off his jacket. "sorry, um, im sweaty-"

"that's good?" you blinked. aaron was clueless at the best of times, but this was insane.

"yes, yeah, because i realised something, um, just now, at home, with amy."

"i really don't want to hear about amy right now-"

"no, i know, i just, um, i realised that she's not who i want." he shrugged.

"it's about fucking time, aaron, i swear to god-"

"you're my best friend, and... i meant what i said, yknow, about that not being enough for me."

aaron ducked under the doorframe, bending down to capture your lips with his own. your eyes widened, and you froze up, your arms at your sides. the fact that aaron conners was kissing you just wouldn't compute.

and then it did, and you were kissing him back, your arms flying around his neck and your fingers twisting into his hair.

the kiss was searing, and your skin burned where his hands trailed across your cheeks, cupping your jaw, and up the back of your shirt, ghosting across your hip bones.

even when you stumbled back into your apartment, falling backwards over the couch, aaron was relentless, attaching his lips to your neck as if nothing was amiss.

what stood out to you was how easy this was. how you were able to fall into place so quickly as if you'd been doing this for years. as if you hadn't been pining for him for half your life.

"hey," you broke the kiss, gazing up at him in all his blue eyed, flustered, swollen-lipped glory. "hey, we have some, ah, things to talk about, i think."

aaron nodded, swallowing. "yeah, um, yeah."

you pecked his lips, closing your eyes. you just wanted to be someone who had kissed aaron conners, no complications, for a few seconds longer.

"raviolis?" he asked quietly, still hovering above you with that signature, heart-melting grin.

"it's 1am, aaron."

"i know a guy."

#aaron conners #trainwreck #aaron conners x reader #bill hader

[justfuckingcommittoit]

Well... this is complicated?

Alice x Skylar Jasper x Violet Edward x Bella

"Hey! Hey! Careful with the- HEY!"

Skylar yelled frustratingly. She really did not like how this dude just shamelessly shoved her down.

"Violet? Skylar?"

"Bella?"

Violet asked, eyes widely open.

"He got you too?!"

Skylar tilted her head.

"We should totally make a club about this! Welcome to the kidnapped club, Belly Bells."

Skylar proudly declared. Bella smacked her head.

"I was here first, you idiot, plus-"

"Did that dude really just show his weird tingly tongue to us?"

Skylar suddenly asked, nose crutching up in pure disgust while Violet and Bella blinked.

"I believe he wants to eat us, dear sister."

Skylar’s mouth formed an "o"

"If that wasn't the case, he wouldn't have kidnapped us!"

Bella cried out startling the twins.

"Y'know, I actually thought we were getting free food."

Skylar mumbled, clearly upset.

Violet and Bella knew right there and then, they'd die while being stuck with an idiot.

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I walked into my sister's room, looking up from my phone to see her staring out the window. "Is she here?" I asked with a slight interest.

"Yeah. She looks really awkward." I walked over next to her to watch the police chief's daughter talking to one of the boys from downtown. She looked like she was in pain, like a lot of pain. Her and Jasper would get along. I sat down in the beanbag placed in the corner of the room before pulling out my phone, snapping a picture of an unexpected Skylar.

"I swear to GOD if you send that to Alice I will kill you myself. Delete that now I will not allow a photo of my hair like that to exist."

"Dude, you have long wavy hair, it looks the same everyday." I said as I sent the photo to Alice.

"If you're telling me my hair looks like this every day, I'm jumping off a cliff," Skylar replied, starting to get bored of the view outside the window. “Can you imagine what the police chief is going to do if she brings a boy home? And I thought having a parent as a teacher was bad. At least we won't come home to a Spanish teacher loading a gun," I snickered.

"Yeah, and can you imagine starting a new school in the middle of the year? That's gotta suck." Skylar added.

"It's going to be an interesting one that's for sure."Getting out of the Cullens car the next day, Skylar and I made our way to the new beat up pickup truck in the parking lot. Edward rolled his eyes, already annoyed about the new girl's presence taking up everyone's thoughts for the day.

"Hey Bella!" I said as I got closer to her truck. "Sorry to ambush you like this, we were going to introduce ourselves yesterday but didn't have the time. We're your neighbors, I'm Violet and this is my sister, Skylar." Skylar waved.

"Nice to meet you guys. Are you twins?" Bella asked, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, but you wouldn't be able to tell if Violet didn't act like she was glued to me all the time." Skylar explained. "Fraternal, not identical. You know the drill baby."

"Yeah." Bella chuckled. She didn't elaborate, and an awkward silence followed.The bell rang, and Skylar cleared her throat. "Well, you'll find the office building to your left. If you need anything else don't hesitate to ask one of us! Neighbors gotta look out for each other." We turned to walk into the school as Bella nodded to us, heading in the opposite direction. Alice and Jasper quickly caught up to us, walking us to our shared first class.

Throughout the day, I probably learned more about Bella from the student body gossip than I did in our actual conversation with the girl; Mike Newton definitely took a special interest.

By the time lunch rolled around, Bella seemed to have made some friends. She sat among Jessica and her friends. Skylar and I figured we could leave her to it, so we joined our usual table with the Cullen’s. Sitting down with our food we noticed Edward in some sort of daze.

"Well if you keep that look up, you'll look just like Jasper!" I exclaimed, stealing an apple from Jasper’s tray. Not like he was going to eat it anyway. "And what's that supposed to mean?" The normally-in-pain vampire asked beside me. I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"The new girl is in everyone's heads today--well, everyone's excluding her own," Edward noted, covering his face with his hands.

"He can't read Bella’s thoughts," Alice elaborated.

“Maybe she just doesn't have any," Skylar deadpanned, causing Violet to choke on her water."Don't be stupid," Rosalie chirped into the conversation. "So you can't hear her thoughts? Big deal, I thought you didn't like hearing them anyway."

"I'm not too sure," Skylar started, "There doesn't look like there's a lot going on in that girl's head."

“So, give us the tea. What's Jessica blabbing on about?" I asked, bored of the current "situation". Edward glanced over to the others, listening. At some point Bella made eye contact with him, but quickly looked away.

"Mainly Rosalie and Emmett’s weird incest relationship." Edward chuckled, earning a harsh glare from Rosalie while Emmett laughed and slung his arm around his wife. The group continued eating, well, at least Skylar and I did. We packed a small lunch for ourselves every day, which was mostly gone within the first few classes. When lunch actually rolled around it was spent sneaking food off the Cullen’s trays, trying to make them look as human as the rest of us. Which was quite the job.

Eventually, the bell rang yet again, signaling it was time for Skylar and I's least favorite class, Biology. Edward was in it too and he was passing with flying colors, obviously. However, he chose to sit as far away from us as possible so we wouldn't bug him for answers on every assignment. As we walked in we caught up with Mike and Tyler.

"That poor girl, she probably hates the fact that everyone is talking about her," Skylar said. "We should have organized a food fight or something to get the attention taken away."

"Or we can just have Tyler steal Mike’s clothes while he showers after gym," I suggested. "I am right here!" Mike shouted as we chuckled and went to the back of the class to take our seats.

The real shock of the day was when Bella walked into class shortly after, and went to take the one open seat next to Edward. It should've been the perfect meet-cute, awkward meets even more awkward. But no one could have prepared Skylar and I for what we were about to witness.

"Did he just...gag at her?" I mumbled in disbelief, completely shocked.

"He literally looks like he's about to throw up. Can he even do that? Or is it kind of like a rat? Ya know, how they can't gag or anything," Skylar whispered as class started.

"I would have jumped out the window right then and there if I was her," I stated. I watched as Edward scooted his seat as close to the window as much as he could. Bella sat down anyway, looking confused. God, Edward, stop looking like the opposite side of a magnet. I thought, not even getting a reaction out of him despite knowing he could definitely hear me. Bella’s a teenage girl, not a donkey. As class went on, the situation didn't get any better. In fact, the second the bell rang, Edward ran out of the classroom so fast I thought he might have broken some kind of Volturi odd code about not revealing any Vampiric abilities to us lowly peasants. Skylar and I looked at each other before following Edward out of the room, ignoring Bella’s confused expression. As we caught up to Edward in the hall, I started pestering him.

"You didn't have to stay the whole class, you know," I said, walking beside him and Skylar. The look on his face made it clear that wasn't the comment he had expected. "You could have asked to go to the nurse and just left?" Apparently, despite being over 100 years old, this thought never occurred to him. I guess age doesn't always come with good ol' wisdom, I thought, again knowing he could hear me. As Alice rounded the corner, Edward decided it was his time to roll his eyes and make his dramatic left turn towards his next class.

"Wow, this got worse than I thought it would," Alice explained. We looked at her, confused, as she pulled us near a less crowded corridor. "It's not just the fact that he can't hear her thoughts. Her blood is almost irresistible to him." Suddenly, Alice went still, which we'd learned meant she was seeing visions

"Seems like this won't blow over soon either. Edward is planning on going up to Alaska. He’s trying to avoid killing her."

"Jesús, that went dark quickly. I'm almost starting to feel bad about making fun of him gagging at Bella," Skylar whispered, her accent slipping out slightly, "Almost."

"I'm going to be honest, that was not at all what I was expecting to come out of your mouth," I exclaimed. "Also, can't he go anywhere in the world? Why is he choosing to go up to where Tanya is? I thought she annoyed the hell out of him," I wondered, mostly to myself.

Alice drove us to her house, the three of us having the last period off. I smelled fresh brownies as soon as I opened the Cullen’s door. I flung my backpack to the ground as I raced upstairs after Skylar, finding Esme and Carlisle in the kitchen.

"Esme, you won't believe what Edward did to this poor girl today." I started, grabbing a corner piece from the fresh tray of brownies. Carlisle scooped some ice cream into bowls for us. They were always so sweet to us, making us snacks even though none of the family actually ate anything. We mentioned that it wasn't necessary, but they insisted, saying they have to keep up their image by going to the store anyways.

Esme looked at me with a smirk, signalling me to continue. "He gagged at her, Esme! Like looked straight into her eyes and gagged!" I explained while Skylar reenacted the dramatic moment next to me. Carlisle laughed and handed us our ice cream bowls. I mashed my brownie into the vanilla ice cream without hesitation.

"Yes, I have heard that today was quite the show. We've been getting texts from Alice almost hourly." Carlisle noted, then excused himself into his office while we finished talking about our day with Esme.

When the rest of the family got back, the three of us were doing homework. I got up to follow Edward upstairs. He had already started packing. "Don't you think this is a tad bit dramatic? I mean, Alice already said you weren't going to hurt her. She saw it."

"Her visions aren't set in stone, Violet. You know that." He muttered back, zipping up his suitcase. "Yeah, okay. When will you be back?"

Edward ran his hand through his hair and shrugged. I nodded and backed out of the room, opting to join Jasper in his room instead.

[ainchase]

very very rough translation of Elesis/LuCiel Epic Quest with Rosso

rosso: everything related to the protection of El is the masters and the priestesses' responsibility. you stay out of it.

ciel:??? dude wtf we

1. restored the el

2. fought against henir zealots

3. saved your fucking ass

rosso: yeah I can see just how ugly everything got if people like you guys were helping out

lu: !@$!@$Y#$%@#$

elesis: okay well w.e we gon go ask denif then

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

rosso: I SAID STAY OUT OF IT

lu: in case you forgot we beat your ass in varnimyr

rosso: yeah it was like 13v1

elesis: Alright, let's say that even someone with a demon's blood can be come master. Why did you become one?

ciel: yeah did you become master cuz you had some ulterior motive with the el or something

rosso: are you fucking kidding me right now

elesis: yeah why do you insist on going to the demon realm all by yourself? you know, other masters had to stay behind and let us go to the demon realm cuz they had to protect the el. you dont look like you care about that

rosso: others can protect the el. I can handle the demon realm by myself.

elesis: why do you want to go alone so bad? what's your hidden agenda?

rosso: what about you guys? why do YOU want to go back to the demon realm so bad? You find me suspicious cuz Im half demon and I want to go back to the demon realm?? How's that any different from you guys

rosso: you guys have a half demon AND a full blown demon. You guys are more suspicious than me

lu: what did you say you lil shit

we went through all that shit for a reason

rosso: Im saying that we did the same for Elrios as well. We did a lot of shit to protect this world

rosso: doing shit to save the world aint a competitive sport

elesis: why are you so fucking uptight

lu: what do you mean? this fucker is just crazy

ciel: I see. if he really meant harm, then he wouldnt be this defensive against us from the start. it's better to back stab when he has our guard lowered

elesis: yeah see how hes like threatening us physically but answering every single one of our questions? its like hes doing doing his bare minimum to make us understand

elesis: you just really want to stop us from going to the demon realm, huh

rosso: gdi

rosso: what makes you think you guys have to go to the demon realm?

elesis: in order to stop the Order and fully restore the El, we need the Dark El.

ciel: You're not entirely wrong. It doesn't necessarily have to be us to find the Dark El.

ciel: but think about it logically. There's no other team that's more suitable for this mission than ESP. Isnt that true?

rosso: I...

elesis: you alone doesnt make a team. You have a ridiculously low success rate if you jump into the battlefield by yourself.

elesis: i mean sometimes you gotta make 5 teams each with 2 people but uhh

rosso: I dont give a shit

elesis: right back at ya, ESP is under the velder kingdom. we dont have to listen to you, a so-called higher up from a kingdom long gone

rosso: that place is an abyss. none of the shit like order and process work there

rosso: wasnt it enough to lose your brother to the el once?

elesis: :tears:

ciel: you talking like we're going to demon realm to die

rosso: look, if everything worked out the way you plan, then the El wouldn't have exploded in the first place

rosso: going to a world where there isnt El or the influence of the Goddess means you have to be prepared for death. You guys have way too many things to lose to do that.

rosso: you have a shit ton of precious things to protect and yet you want to drive yourselves into danger? you've gotta be kidding me

elesis: so what, are you saying youre going to sacrifice yourself in our place cuz you got nothing to lose or something?

rosso: Im just trying to do my damn job, stop making shit up

lu: wait so you been spewing shit to us just so you can--

rosso: --I SAID STOP MAKING SHIT UP

ciel: I mean if youre that worried about us, how about you come with us?

lu: lol if it was something like that, you could've just asked honestly from the beginning. I could've pulled some strings for ya

rosso: I swear Im going to kill you

elesis: well of course I dont want Elsword to involve himself in dangerous things, honestly

rosso: and yet you...

elesis: but this is the path we chose

elesis: a path that I chose

rosso: ...

rosso: I dont give a flying fuck on what path you chose

rosso: if you insist that much on going to the demon realm, then there will come a time when you have to make a decision

rosso: whether you have conviction, act recklessly or not, at the end of the day, if you got something that you have to choose over the other, it'll definitely hold you back

rosso: you didnt want to sacrifice your brother so you dragged him out of the El. Are you trying to die for him?

lu: what

ciel: what are you trying to say

rosso: how much more do I have to explain

ciel: why are you thinking complicated things when they didnt even happen yet

rosso: what

elesis: what

ciel: so youre saying, to go to the demon realm, we have to cut all ties, get rid of all worldly possessions, and jump in there all alone? you can think however you want, but I dont agree with that

ciel: it just looks like youre threatening us, like asking if we're ready to give up our lives for someone else in hopes of stopping us but

ciel: from the moment we decided to get elsword out of el, we already made up our mind

ciel: even if someone's life is on the line like you said, then I'll survive no matter what. Knowing Lu doesn't want me to die, I can't afford to lose my life.

lu: :tears:

rosso: the fk is wrong with you guys

lu: ciel's right

rosso: what

lu: we almost wasted our time worrying about useless shit. You got viscerally upset when I said we have to return to the demon realm to keep a promise

lu: if you think trying to survive is more important than trying to keep a promise, then how come you dont practice what you preach?

lu: dont you also value promises and conviction more?

rosso: Im different. I've been given a power.

elesis: youre so fucking stubborn i cant even

lu: me and ciel are bound by a contract. I might have considered what you said if I wanted to go back to the demon realm just to exact my vengeance.

lu: if something happens to me, I might not be able to save ciel

lu: but I still have to return because someone loyal to me is still there

lu: I mean its kinda meaningless to compare him with ciel, but as long as we've made our promise, winster is my people as well

lu: I forgot, for such a long time, what it's like to lead people, to take care of those who follow you

lu: why do I want to go to the demon realm?

lu: Im returning to reclaim my stolen throne. I will save my people, fulfill their wishes and at times punish them if I must.

lu: who's to stop a lord from returning to her domain to do what is asked of her?

rosso: :glare:

elesis: we already experienced a time when we had to make our choice, like ciel said

elesis: we made up my mind to go through even the most impossible things together

rosso: :rollingeyes: Im an idiot for trying to persuade a group of idiots like you

lu: do you finally feel like explaining things now

rosso: dont get your hopes up. Im only telling you cuz I know you idiots cant use this method

ciel: I think Im slowly getting used to his abrasive tone, after listening to it for so long. Okay, we won't think you've admitted defeat after you were persuaded by us, so just tell us

rosso: listen you little shit

rosso: Alright. Remember when I said I was suppressing the fire el's power with demonic aura?

rosso: the power of fire is much more difficult to control than other elements. there are enough of those who burned to ash because they couldnt withstand its destructive power

rosso: rosso clan was always trying to produce a master of fire, and decided they'll need a new form of power to suppress the power of fire el, for example...

rosso: something completely different from the el's power. Like a demonic energy.

elesis: they did what now

rosso: it's not much of a stretch to say that no one knew anything about demons back then. from their perspective, i was just a kid with a strange power.

rosso: of course I didnt have much as an actual demon, but my intrinsic demonic power was good enough for me to be a subject of their experiments The red eye was transplanted into me, and I was able to control the power of fire.

rosso: ...it wasn't without an accident, but in any case, the power of fire and the demonic aura are constantly at a balance inside of me. When one of them disappears, the other goes rampant

rosso: on the day we all decided to imbue the el shards with our respective element, I was the most problematic one

ciel: I see... from the process of trying to transfer the power of fire into the el shard, the balance between your demonic aura and the power of fire crumbled...

rosso: chaotic continent, missing masters... if they had a rampant half-demon on top of that, Elrios would not look the way it does today

elesis: that's why you went to the demonic realm? so you wouldn't go rampant in elrios???

rosso: /shrug

rosso: as the el exploded, temporal rifts were created all over elrios, sporadically. the phenomena was worse near powerful el shards

rosso: I was able to cross into the demon realm thanks to those rifts. After creating the fire el, I jumped into one of those rifts before I completely lost my sanity

rosso: thats the end of my story. now do you see why I said you cant use this method?

lu: you...

ciel: the priestesses couldnt help you? though theyre not blessed in the combative aspect like masters, I thought theyre the same when it comes to using the power related to the el

rosso: the priestess system was still pretty new at the time. They were busy trying to learn from masters too. Creating the elemental el as inexperienced priestesses is like betting your life on it

elesis: why did you go to that extent? even you couldnt have guaranteed your safety when you jumped into the rift. Are you saying even that was part of your mission?

rosso: hmph, there's no one who can tell me to do that shit

elesis: the tower you were locked away in... didnt have an entrance or an exit, blocked off completely, enough for the power of fire which was trying to return to you could only circle around the tower itself

lu: you locked yourself in so you wouldnt hurt others

rosso: I told you everything you wanted to know, so are you happy now?

elesis: rosso, I really dont want you to go to the demon realm

rosso: are you looking down on me after hearing that sob story?

elesis: no it's not that, I just think I know how much you think its natural for you to sacrifice yourself

elesis: I think I know why Im concerned about you. You are similar to my brother.

elesis: I dont know what happened in the past, but... I think he made that decision because he thought similar things as you once did

elesis: you've sacrificed yourself enough. You banished yourself to protect Elrios. I cant even imagine what it's like to hold out in a prison made to imprison yourself for hundreds of years, but

elesis: elrios stands today thanks to the efforts you guys went through. you can leave it to us now

ciel: we're not as weak as you think we are

lu: I can see why you didnt want to tell us. It wasnt particularly helpful, but thanks anyway

rosso: youre really annoying..

lu: the sentiment is mutual

rosso: now fuck off if you're done talking. I have to do more control training

ciel: youre more diligent than you look

rosso: do you wanna die

lu: it doesnt look like you're completely healed yet

lu: you're having trouble controlling your power without the eye, are you not

elesis: so thats what ventus meant when he said youre training to overcome what you've lost

rosso: that pointy eared fucker

ciel: wait; you were having difficulty controlling? but you fought so well...

rosso: like I said, you guys cant beat me in an even fight

lu: I really hate this guy

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