#tried out a different coloring technique w this as well and had a REALLY fun time

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Convo from the 18+ discord about a very silly star wars crossover I wanted to share.

gremgeous the gem pillar Just had a GREAT idea for a star wars crossover Just dipper visiting the star wars universe for whatever reason (multiverse vacation maybe? Idk. Dipper maybe dusted off that old portal in a fit of nostalgia or smth) and palpatine finds him and tries to tempt alcor to his side by offering him power Standard stuff for the sith really Except Well If you offer a demon unspecified power, in what form are they going to take it if not in the one who is offering's soul? Biggest and best tasting power boost there is, really! And then maybe he takes over the empty shell of a body afterwards which may or may not grant him force acess and alcor has a grand old time making a mess out of running the republic (or at least running lose in the senate) This is like... early prequals or pre-preauals era maybe. When palpafucker is still undercover and being all covert and unsuspicious and stuff I call this.... "palpatines penechance for grand speeches and unspecific ominous statements to try and seem all powerful and cool and dramatic fuck him over" Or in shorter terms ... . "There's a demon lose in the senate" And it basically runs like that one john mullaney bit With a side dashing of that one journak 3 thing where bill posesses a guy, messes with a roman army and then makes a guys head explode Also like nobody knows who alcor is or that hes even there bc theres no demons or dream demons in star wars (that i know of) so he gets the run of the place Even moreso than back home in gravity falls bc no one knows magic, its all "force this" and "force that" Dippered probably spends a lot of time nerding out over the different alien species since they dont have those back in his dimension (theyve got aliens but theyre different kinds) and also about the laser swords (just like the one Grunkle Ford made for them all (Ford, Dipper, Mabel, Stan, Soos, Grenda, Candy, Grendas boyfriend, Pacifica, and even waddles and gompers)  back in 2017! Good times, good times.)

swbeeworm oh this sounds like fun

gremgeous the gem pillar Right???

swbeeworm if i was familiar enough with the star wars universe to write anything in it i'd give this a shot

gremgeous the gem pillar right???

swbeeworm like i know star wars?? but i don't know star wars n i have to know something to be confident in writing it

gremgeous the gem pillar Sadly everything i know comes from time travel fixit and semi-salty pro-jedi meta

swbeeworm but just.... the sheer chaotic potential of this...

gremgeous the gem pillar Gosh yes....... Oh its be so good..........

swbeeworm oh mood it would be

gremgeous the gem pillar @Abigor u like star wars too gimme ur thooooughts When ur awake and have them to give

swbeeworm ugh i should. probably not be awake, i have stuff to do tomorrow n i have a headache but this is fun to think about

gremgeous the gem pillar I had another thing thats fun to think abt too Clone wars era, alcors there and everyon thinks hes a brand new sith player b/c gold eyes

swbeeworm just the shenanigans. the bullshittery. the sheer what-le-fuck reactions of everyone from the senate to the jedi to the people ooooooooo

gremgeous the gem pillar YES!!! Exactly.

gremgeous the gem pillar Oooooh jedi can do mind things i wonder what alcor wpuld feel like to them

swbeeworm my first instinctive responses were: 1) constant Screaming and a whirlwind mishmash of colors/concepts/etc that makes everyone who 'looks' too long start bleeding thru the nose/eyes 2) wii music on loop and these are VERY different prompts to have back to back but that's what i got

gremgeous the gem pillar AKDHSGGSHD I LOVE IT Oh what if its both at the same time Ajdhegdhdj what rven is the music like in star wars anyway

swbeeworm the fkin,,,, cantina music

gremgeous the gem pillar Like how would they react when confronted w wii music

swbeeworm is the equivalent i would think

gremgeous the gem pillar Do they even have the same sorts of instruments do they even know what electronic music is

swbeeworm just. that spawned another Thought imagine that the cantina music from That One Scene is the sw-equivalent of the wii music and just.  just imagine that same scene playing but with wii music on loop in the background

gremgeous the gem pillar Gosh "wii music on loop" i love it AODHDHSHSJD

swbeeworm it would probably FIT they have the same vibe

gremgeous the gem pillar Im crying Mits so good

swbeeworm sdjlksdafj i saw a post the other day that was talking abt the music there n how it kept playing on loop n the poster joked that it might have been like,, the john mulaney salt-pepper-diner-story situation which is only tangentially related to this topic but i had to recall it

gremgeous the gem pillar AJSHH i love that Gosh ok i feel like take 1 would fit with the new sith in town scenario And take 2 fits with theres a demon lose in the senate

swbeeworm sfsdkfjh yES

gremgeous the gem pillar But how FUCKING HILARIOUS would it be if in the senate story its the former, and in the oh so serious sith story its the wii music on loop im akdhsjdvsjdhsjbd

swbeeworm ASLDJSLKFJ plEASE take 1: gritty, serious, angst, deadly miscommunications--and fucking wii music on loop take 2: lighthearted, cracky, shenanigans and bullshittery--and fucking bleeding out the eyes if you try n read the guy talk about dissonance

gremgeous the gem pillar "Big scary sith! Look at the yellow eyes! What dastardly plots cpuld he be thinking/partaking in....." [Hard cut to alcor pov/inside alcors head] wii music plays as he stares off into space during a supposedly very important meeting

gremgeous the gem pillar OH I DO LOVE THE DISSONANCE Gsjdgysgsvsjgd wheeze its so good i love it

swbeeworm me tooooo .....for the sith one. would ppl see blue fire n think lightning

gremgeous the gem pillar Theyd probably think its some other secret sith technique

swbeeworm fair enough

gremgeous the gem pillar Everyone thinks one of the other sith lines that was supposedly wiped out had it since this sith deffs aint the line of bane- even the cirrent sith wanna know where alcors popped in from "Lightning was the bane line specialty.... guess where ever this kids guys from fire was theirs"

swbeeworm= adjlsdfkjlfkjf the shenanigans n bullshittery one imagine alcor-as-palpatine just. going incorporeal, still visible but not able to be touched, and the jedi go from "what the fuck is going on"  to "why the fuck is he  a force ghost"

gremgeous the gem pillar AJSGSHSGSHSA

swbeeworm alcor, who'd done it only bc his ~ornate robes~ had got so caught/tangled on something he could only get free by phasing through it: ??????

gremgeous the gem pillar wheeze Alcor: how the fuck did this guy move around in these AJDHSGDH ALCOR NOT KNOWING ABOUT THE SITH- SHOWS UP TO THE SENATE IN THE SITH ROBES

swbeeworm asdlkjsfkjsdfdf

gremgeous the gem pillar CALLS IT A "FASHION STATEMENT" WHEN CALLED OUT ON IT

swbeeworm a fASHION STATEMENT YES alcor: :blobsweats: alcor: what the FUCK is a sith alcor: and why do they have better style than the jedi

gremgeous the gem pillar WHEEZE He doesnt know jack shit abt the jedi or anything hes just vibing!!!!!!

swbeeworm yesssssss

gremgeous the gem pillar AJDGSGGDJS YOU KNOW WHATVWPUKD BE EVEN BETTER ALCOR THINKS THE SITH LOOK IS TACKY AF

swbeeworm alcor: no listen. listen. i picked these space robes out of my space wardrobe because they looked cool, not because i'm part of some. some space cult ljflskdajfslkdfjsd

gremgeous the gem pillar BUT HE STILL THINKS ITS BETTER THAN THE JEDI

swbeeworm that's even better

gremgeous the gem pillar space cult im HOWLING

swbeeworm you KNOW he'd be so excited at being in space this DORK

gremgeous the gem pillar Ph gosh imagine it starts out all dark and serious and angsty and creepy in the whole beginning exchange But as soon as the day after alcor takes up palps role hits it takes a sharp turn into crack terriotry

gremgeous the gem pillar OH HE WOULD

swbeeworm yESSSS

gremgeous the gem pillar Alcor takes one look at dooku and is like "youre the only one aroynd here with any sort of fashion sense" "And its HORRIBLE"

swbeeworm sljflskdjfsd

gremgeous the gem pillar Just roasts him And by extension everyone else too

swbeeworm dooku has NO IDEA what's going on but at this point ""palpatine"" or whatever's taken over him is ten minutes into a rant abt the layers on layers of boring robes jedi wear and at this point he'll take the backhanded compliment about his own style

gremgeous the gem pillar Akehdsjfssksgsjd

swbeeworm just to shut him up

gremgeous the gem pillar AKDHDJDGDJDHD Alco goes on a 30 minute rant on why suits are SO much more professional

swbeeworm snaps "palpatine" into a suit and goes "...except maybe for this guy idk if anything could make him look good"

gremgeous the gem pillar And its more of a backhanded insukt than a backhanded compliment but anything to shut the guy up, right?

swbeeworm how much we roasting palpatine here

gremgeous the gem pillar To a blackened crisp

swbeeworm as it should be

gremgeous the gem pillar Its better than his wrinkly old rasin look anyday

swbeeworm lskjdlsakjfdf agreed

gremgeous the gem pillar Be hard NOT to improve on that honestly But the dude sinks so low i bet hed somehow manage it

swbeeworm --alcor getting fed up w palpatine's body and just. showing up to the senate meetings, full alcor, eyes n his normal face n everything, in palpatine's robes, and when someone rightfully asks him who the hell is he, he just deadpans "i'd think by this point you'd recognize your own chancellor" and just straight insists he's palpatine (and has the knowledge to back it up) every time someone sputters

gremgeous the gem pillar Also i included the bit abt the journal 3 thing bc my saga of alcor repeating bill's patterns, behaviors, and ideas unknowlingly and without awareness that that is what he is doing shall continue >:3c

gremgeous the gem pillar AODHAJDBAKWJHEVEJDJDHSHSHSJWOWKJEHEE I LOVE IT OH HOW I LOVE OT ALSOWHSKJDISOSOAJAIW Oh gosh what if he fuckin

swbeeworm because at this point it's less about blending in and more about trolling the whole senate and being as distracting as possible  because with everyone paying attention to his trolling theyre less likely to notice the bills for clone rights n abolishing slavery n such that he's pushing thru in the background misdirection at its finest

gremgeous the gem pillar I was gonna say a thing abt alcor replacing palps b4 the election and so they did elect alcor to chancelorhoood But it might be funnier if he took him over AFTER abd still says that bit abt recognizing their own chancellor Oh gosh in that secind scenario it would be hilarious if the jedi are all  :blobglare: @alcor except for obi-wan who is all like "i am looking away" bc at least THIS guy (whiever the hell he is) has stopped being such a creep abt anakin

swbeeworm the jedi are sent in to figure out wtf is going on and. they, unfortunately, bewilderingly, confirm that this is the same person as the chancellor who'd been showing up recently??? same wii music/bleeding effect??

swbeeworm alcor, finding appointments with some random jedi kid on palpatine's calendar: wtf why is this creep trying to meet with a kid alone, yeah how about i cancel that

gremgeous the gem pillar AKDJDJD Alcor, looking at palpatibes planner: "every day i am more and more glad that i ate thig guys soul" "Like i knew it was oily but im suprised i havent got an upset stomach from it yet"

swbeeworm sjlskdfjsdf alcor the next day, after finding stuff abt the order 66 chip things, gagging: "i spoke too soon"

gremgeous the gem pillar Obi-wan to the council: hmm? Yes this is totally the chancellor, i know this because of all the previous meetings and close relationship he has had with my padawan which you allowed and helped facillitate- "Palpatine":[has a completley different body type, height, and face. Plus he actually has hair and is maybe even floating a little but its hard to be sure in those black and gold robes- and with a completely different voice] oh, yeah, totally, Im the chancellor and i totally know who this guy and that kid is yup yup yup-

gremgeous the gem pillar [UGLY LAUGHTER] AkdjskkdkdjsysAODJSJEUEIEIIEF

swbeeworm ASDKAFDF "palpatine": [grins with very sharp teeth at a nervous senator] council: "okay that is NOT normal" obi-wan, deadpan: "i'm sorry, it sounds like you're discriminating against non-human beings? that's not very jedi of you now is it"

gremgeous the gem pillar ALDHDJDHD Wait wait no what if its "This is completely normal behavior. I, as a human, know this for certain" "I can do this too, but i dont, because it is impolite, but hes the chancellor he can do whatever he wants"

swbeeworm asldksajflksdfjsdf;jsdf yes yes beautiful

gremgeous the gem pillar Alcor and obi-wan team up to be passive agressive at everyone who allowed palps and anakin to hang out ABOUT them letting an unsupervised minor chill w a suoer duper old guy Shoulda had a chaperone at LEAST Butalso

swbeeworm the other humans on the council: "uh, actually-" obi-wan: [manages to sip tea (which he shouldn't even have access to in a council meeting btw) with an aggressively polite smile and silent Threat] the other humans: "....um."

gremgeous the gem pillar "Thats not very jedi of you now is it" AODHSJSIDHALSVD IM HOWLING I LOVE IT THE SASS wheeze*

swbeeworm i live for obi-wan sass it gives me LIFE

gremgeous the gem pillar SAME oh its so good Love that one post where obj-wan is on tatooine and calls all the force ghosts to view his powperpoint presentation about how letting palps have acess to analin was a bad idea as hed been saying all along-

swbeeworm u need to know i wrote this with the "that's not very plus ultra of you" meme, which is a bnha offshoot of the "that's not very cash money of you" meme, in my head on repeat

gremgeous the gem pillar Ph him terrorizing all the people palpatine had in his pocket...... Ok this is veering into even MORE crack territory but at some poibt alcor replaces, uh, whats the dudes name, palps second in command - mess something-or-other? - with a nightmare Not just ANY nightmare But a DIFFERENT nightmare each day

swbeeworm ASDLSDFKLDJF PLEASE

gremgeous the gem pillar They took it upon themselves to go on rotation They couldn't decide who should go when alcor proposed the idea so its everyone One at a time They dont even look REMOTELY human Or like anything the galaxy has ever known or seen And theres no "secretive supernatural species" excuse for them to fall back on here lmao

swbeeworm random dude: "what is that???" alcor, cheerful: "that's my assistant" rd: "is that--is that supposed to be a sheep?" alcor: "no they're my assistant" nightmare: [sound that, if you ignore the reverb and microphone-screeching and kazoo effects, might be a "baaa"] alcor: [smiles aggressively wider with sharp teeth] rd: [sweats nervously]

gremgeous the gem pillar ALDJDKSIEJEHAJWJWHEI Obi-wan: i am still l :eyes:king away Anakin: oooh, the wool is so soft master. Come feel it! Obi-wan: really? Ooh youre right The council: ....

swbeeworm rd: "okay but this is a DIFFERENT one than yesterday right?? right???" alcor: "i have absolutely no idea what you're talking about :)" obi-wan, still with tea he should not have, this time with space whiskey mixed in: "sir i think you might be seeing things, they are clearly the same individual as yesterday"

gremgeous the gem pillar Mace: ...hrm it is quite soft- The rest of the council: ??? When did he get-

gremgeous the gem pillar AKDJDJDHDHD JUST LYING THROUGH HIS TEETH ALDJDHFJF

swbeeworm obi-wan looking mace dead in the eye and chugging his spiked tea which is more whiskey than tea at this point: "how dare you accuse me of lying.  me, after everything i've done for this council.  i am betrayed.  heartbroken.  never shall trust again.  i am leaving until i recover" -and promptly fucks off on a vacation with anakin

gremgeous the gem pillar The jedi start getting a LOT more missions about busting slave rings and giving aid in the outer rim - plus some more dimplomacy docused ones in regards to solving teeaties instead of putting down rebellions

-alcor shows up on the vacation with zero explanation and obi-wan at this point is like "fuck it why not" -a nightmare takes his place in palpatine's robes in the senate for the week they're gone

gremgeous the gem pillar ALSJSHDJDJSKDHEE Weirdly enough some of the more corrupt senators go missing after that week No one knows what hapoebed to them but the robes the "chancellor" wore that week have some awfully suspicious stains WAIT WAIT WHAT IF ITS NOT A NIGHTMARE WHAT IF ITS GOMPERS alcor didn't even ASK gompers to be there he was planning to not even warn anyone n just vanish but gompers just SHOWED UP the nightmares were the ones who put the robes on him

gremgeous the gem pillar Alcor doesn't even KNOW gomoers is there He gets back after the week and is like "what the heck" The nightmares are pretty proud of themselves for that one

swbeeworm the nightmares, collectively: "this is gonna be HILARIOUS" alcor, halfway across the galaxy, sees a newsfeed of a senate meeting with gompers in the robes in his place, and spits his drink clear across the room

he's only mad because he didn't think of it in the first place

gremgeous the gem pillar wheeze Hes proud of them

swbeeworm he IS

gremgeous the gem pillar Its so HILARIOUS

swbeeworm i pity anyone trying to read this mess later but i hope we at least make them laugh once

gremgeous the gem pillar Same Its such a joy Alcor teaches anakin the secret to mabel juice

swbeeworm oh no

gremgeous the gem pillar Only the children thank him The minders.... not so much

swbeeworm alcor: "okay so what i'm hearing is, the adult jedi have been making Stupid Decisions and not paying as much attention to the kids, as evidenced by them letting that one kid have meetings one on one with the creepy older guy i stopped putting effort into impersonating a month ago. so, clearly what needs to happen is something that forces the adults to pay attention to the kids and start keeping a closer eye on them, but it can't be something that actually hurts the kids because then i'd feel bad" alcor: "...." alcor: :blobamused:

gremgeous the gem pillar akdhdjsgshsjhdsjdjdj

swbeeworm alcor in a totally not suspicious trench coat and sunglasses: "hey. hey, kid. you wanna try some mabel juice?"

gremgeous the gem pillar AKDJDJDJDLFKFIFJIF WHEEZE "With the creepy older guy i stopped putting effort into impersonating a month ago" ALDJDBDJDJDDHDHDJDJDJDJDJDJDJSJDJEJEJE

gremgeous the gem pillar AKSJSHDJDJF

swbeeworm star wars kids: "mr chancellor why are you wearing that" alcor: "because i think it's funny" kids: "it isn't" alcor: "look do you want the juice or not"

gremgeous the gem pillar I LOVE ALL OF THAT LOOK DO YOU WANT THE JUICE OR NOT

swbeeworm i am having WAY too much fun with this ldjsldkfjdsf;

gremgeous the gem pillar "Were not supposed to take drugs from strangersl" "Its not- just take it!"

Hooooh man thats so funny Oh gosh Alcor uses a different time/date system

Than the star wars one

swbeeworm ooooooo yes

gremgeous the gem pillar Nit super sure where im going with this but.... Pretty sure he woukdnt know the star wars one At all Maybe the in-umuverse knockoff calendar maybe Hes wnough of a nerd to have that memorized But the star wars proper one

No, no i dont think he knows that one

swbeeworm nope no chance

gremgeous the gem pillar Omg yes

gremgeous the gem pillar Well its a good thing we have this..... and the mistaken sith version too :blobamused:

WAIT WAIT QAIT FLASH OF INSPIRATION ALCOR GIVING ANAKIN THE STRANGER DANGER PPT

swbeeworm i have 1 scene i can think of that actually almost made my friend cry and i have 1 au scene of a different au of mine where a character who canonically dies and gets brought back to life...doesn't come back (which is extra angst bc this is a Ghost Seeing Fic) and both of these i wrote at like 3-4am

swbeeworm SDFJKSDLFSJf YES :blobamused:

gremgeous the gem pillar Alcor: "you know, i usually save this one for the kids who followed the stranger with the nice candy into the alleyway and end up as sacrifices but I feel like you could benefit from it too"

swbeeworm alcor: "no talking to suspicious ppl" anakin: "except you right?" alcor: "....in any other situation i'd say no but if i say that you're just gonna up and leave (i see that grin thanks very much) so in this one singular personal case it is fine that you trust my very suspicious self"

gremgeous the gem pillar AKSJSJDJJD "My very suspicious self" Aksjdhdd

swbeeworm obi-wan, straight up knocking back shots now: "the man has a point anakin"

gremgeous the gem pillar Haha nice Obi-wan is taking notes Hes also re-inventing alcoholic mabel juice He weaseled the recipie out of the kids

swbeeworm asldfkjsdlkfjd imagine if somehow SIDIOUS CAME BACK and tries to take back over the senate but everyone at this point is used to alcor and one of two things happens: 1) they assume this is alcor messing with them with a clone/double (they don't know how he'd do it but at this point given his "assistants", the goat that somehow made more eloquent speeches than the "human", and the other things involved, they wouldn't put it past him) and just ignore him 2) they look between the real palpatine who'd been pushing thru some very sketchy bills, and between alcor who's been sneaking through law after law protecting all kinds of sentients, and they turn back to palpatine and go "how dare you impersonate the chancellor" and kick him out

swbeeworm at this point he deserves it tbh

gremgeous the gem pillar AKDJDJDHFDJDJDJD Ok i preffer him dead and gone and forgotten in favor of alcor (its what he deserves) but oh those are hilarious

swbeeworm agreed to both counts alsdjalsdk

gremgeous the gem pillar ESPECIALLY if the senate chooses to keep alcor over palps XD Ph man we can work that into him being dead and gone too- alcor starts dispersing the power and the other half of the senate w bail and padme are like "yeah seems legit" along w obi-wan The jedi only put like, a token effort into investigating and are more put out by trying to figure out what happened to the real palpatine and all his past shady dealings than exposing the current "palpatine" for a fake

swbeeworm palpatine: "excuse me?? i am the chancellor of this republic" councilmembers, with the same deadpan as alcor's been pulling on them all year: "sir, i think you're confused. this is the chancellor" [points to alcor, in palpatine's robes from his closet, making no attempt to hide his lack of resemblance to palpatine, with a nightmare at his side wearing a small top hat that proclaims its position as "chancellor's assistant"] palpatine: [screams of frustration]

gremgeous the gem pillar Once they reaize the shift in mission assignments can be attributed to new palp

gremgeous the gem pillar AKDJDJDJSJSJSBEJSJSJSHSJSKS

swbeeworm yesss this

gremgeous the gem pillar I wanna say maul gets the joy and pleasure of offibg palpatine the second time in that version

swbeeworm FINALLY they get a chance to pull one back over on someone, pass along the suffering a little bit

swbeeworm oh definitely

oh shit we've been at this for an hour

gremgeous the gem pillar Maul comes back and offs palps and evrryone is jist like "Maul!!! How?!?" And completley ignore the palpatibe corpse 2.0 Ajdhhd so we have Niiiight book

Also from a tumblr post the phrase "your pal friendpatine" is hilarious and i think yall shoukd enjoy it too As is "SOMEHOW... MAUL RETURNS" Both taken from the same post lol Okokok so switchibg tracks for a bit Revisiting Some groundwork for the mistaken sith version Alcor is there..... because al-v was there first, made friends with the droid army mid clone war, and caled his dad in to help Which puts alcors initial point of contact as the separost foot soldiers

gremgeous the gem pillar No matter what the dominant language alcor has most recently been using OH OH OH ALCOR WITH ACESS TO OTHER UNIVERSE SLANG CONFUSING ALL THE SENATE WITH HIS NONSENSICAL PHRASES AND IDIOMS AND SLANG/PROFANITY LIKE "over the moon" AND "hot belgian waffles" AND "fuck" "Palpatine": [drops paperwork he JUST spent so much time disorganizing (as in putting in a dissaray)] FUCK Senator: .... sir, what is a 'fuck' "Palpatine": ......... im not explaining that to you Or conversley he makes smth up Alcor, upon realizing the most common swear word is "kriff': yeaht hats stupid im not saying that Alcor mercilessly roasting the star wars profanity And how stupid they all sound. This one is great for the al-v and alcor make friend w a droid army and maybe-sorta steal them while massivelt confusing and mystifying everyone along the way, bc why not add a language barrier on top of all the other assumptions and misunderstandings >:D But also at the same time it would make sense for him to have got thw local language in an infodump somewhere along the line (maybe an older version) if its located in a different galaxy but the same universe........... but also what if theyre just suoer far away so he didnt get priority acess...... or even if he traveled back in time ............. [Shrug] idk Mwanwhile inexplicably having the same language is hilarious in the demon lose in the senate ons but also imagine alcor pretending to be palpatine while unable to speak the common tongue lolol I know it wouldnt work (he has to be able to understand palpatine on some level to take MASSIVE advantage of him and eat his soul) but it is hilarious to think abt the shenanigans............ OH GOSH ALCOR TAKING CONTROL OF THE SENAT BUT BEING UNABLE TO R E A D AKDBSKSKJFF Okokok Imagine the basic/english language inexplicably being the same structure w a few different words and concepts...... when spoken And completley different when written down SO ALCOR CAN SPEAK BUT HE CANT READ Meanwhile in mistaken for a sith land alcor either doesnt have any knowledge of the local language or else gets a SUPER OLD AND POSSIBLE DEAD LANGUAGE in an infodump (to help feed the misunderstandings and rumors and future clashes w the sith and the jedi hehhehheh) bc semi-omniscience is not total omniscience and so is not everything and, once again, is not very helpful But ill leave off for tonight on the thought of alcor, lose in the senate, in the seat of the chancellor, lord of all paperwork for the galactic republic....... and able to read NONE of it And barely understands it too (demons are not ones for politics, Brian the Organ Duck and his 200 year sucessful presidency run aside) (his is soemthing of the exception, not the rule.) Meanwhile all those humanitarian aid bills and the like are all being passed by bail and padmes group all over the place bc their strange and inexplicable source of resistance was devoured like, a week ago Not ones to look a gift horse in ths mouth until AFTER they get what they want the group passes a ton of bills without delay - and manages to break up a few monopolies along the way Now im not saying that "palpatine" suddenly acting off and the bills facing a lot less resistance is a noticeable coincidence...... and around the same time he stops asking after anakin ............... but im totally saying they notice it and realize its probably, absolutely, not a coincidence and theyre not going to say anything bc they like this new "palpatine" better. Despite all the other mindbending weirdness and mindfuckery going on there The jedi are only mad abt alcor bc a few of their own started bleeding from the eyes nose and ears when they tried to investigate initially so theyre a little ticked off abt that, which, fair.

Also the blantant lying and lack of trying on alcors part is a little insulting to them as a whole ("does he think we'll really fall for that") and is slightly concerning to them ("who the heck is this, someone is inpersonating the chancellor of the ENTIRE REPUBLIC-" Which is, admittedly, a little concern worthy)  but if the council is honest (or some of the council anyway) with themselves its pretty much the darn best entertainmnt theyve had in a good long while, headaches aside, sot ehyll focus more on the okd palpatines dissapernace and dealings than the new "palpatine" so long as he doesnt start doing anything ACTIVELY damaging to the republic. A little mischief doesnt technically count as harm- and hey theys preffer to find the og chancellor b4 upsetting and potnetially causing the new one to do smth drastic by attsmpting to out him (not that alcor would, its so much funnier to deny everything to their faces while blatantly lying but they dont know that. So caution (and stress) it is)

#Transcendence AU #Discord Convo

[dailymallek]

Went with something a little different, and decided to make it a life or death situation in which Mallek’s mind powers awaken. 

Thanks again for the ask anon, I had a lot of fun writing this piece!

- mod kai

“So you’ve never tried to see if you have them?!” Diemen yells, his voice suggesting he’s genuinely shocked by the other’s casual statement.

“Nope… In the almost nine sweeps of my life, I’ve never tried to see if I have them, let alone use them.” Mallek shrugs, grabbing his drink from the vending machine.

“Whoa… Never?” He looks at Mallek who just shakes his head in response to him. Diemen takes a bite from his hot dog. “Mmm… I thought all bluebloods had a different mental power?” His words are mixed with his chewing.

“Not all of us… Some blues can develop more manipulative psychic powers as opposed to your caste’s telekinesis, or a gold’s psionic powers…” Mallek explains before taking another big swig from his drink.

“But it’s still a rarity, like… 20, 22% of us can get the power.” They start walking off back to Mallek’s hive.

“Ah, okay…” Diemen takes another bite from his snack. “But you’ve never tried to see if you have them?”

“Not really, it’s never been an interest of mine to explore…” Mallek responds, his focus was always on his hacking, and information gathering, he wasn’t keen on learning about his potential psychic powers.

“Oh, well if you're sure. Still, it’d be pretty cool if you could.” Diemen finishes his hot dog, a satisfied grin, wiping some of the crumbs off his lips. “That would be a cool thing for us to have in common. We’d be psychic BROS.” Diemen makes a gesture, imagining something cool.

“Psychic BROS huh?” Mallek chuckles, he always found his friend’s energetic behavior always refreshing, overall he was just great to be around.

“In that case, how can I not wanna try it?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but he lowkey feels that he and Diemen would be a little closer if they had something they shared.

“Really?” Diemen was a little eager, he was being serious about the two of them becoming psychic bros. “You don’t have to if it's something that doesn’t interest ya.”

“It’s worth a shot, and I don’t have any plans for the next few days. Let’s give it a shot.” Mallek smiles at the look of excitement on his friend’s face.

The next couple of days the pair spend the time trying to see if Mallek has any psychic powers, Diemen suggested that they try using the methods that rustbloods use to practice their telekinesis. A few books of telekinesis for beginners, some focusing techniques, however, it was all in vain, Mallek tried everything but he couldn’t manifest them. They even found a small book documenting other bluebloods’ psychic abilities, not a lot on how to activate them. But unfortunately, they were looking at this from the technical perspective, there were many angles to look at this from.

Mallek and Diemen were sitting in the park, Mallek was sitting on the grass, while Diemen was on the bench, holding a small bag of hot dogs as if it was a bag of popcorn. The blueblood looked a little exhausted, their latest attempt to make Mallek’s powers manifest was to exercise his body, having him run laps around the park. Mallek was still in the process of catching his breath, his hoodie was on the ground next to him, pale blue sweat running down his forehead.

“Well… It was worth a shot.” Diemen toss his friend a water bottle, Mallek catches it, taking desperate gulps from the bottle, before squirting some of the cooling liquid all over his face.

“Fuck… I don’t think this is worth it dude.” Mallek lays there on the cool grass, still gasping for air.

“We tried everything, I guess you're not in the 22%...” Diemen was more bummed than Mallek probably was, all their attempts hadn’t even caused a spark of power, nothing. “Sorry about that. But hey, at least we tried.”

“This was a total bust…” Mallek sighs, slowly sitting back up.

“You wanna grub dog?” Diemen offers one of his succulent meat products to Mallek.

“No, I’m fine… Let’s just go back.” Slowly he gets to his feet, a strained feeling around his legs, back, and arms.

“Alrighty.” Diemen hops off the bench, cradling his bucket of meat.

“It’s a shame, it would've been interesting to see if I could use any, but whatever.” Mallek isn’t too disappointed, again it was a big deal for him if he had powers, he was mostly attempting this for Diemen’s interests.

“Yeah, it would’ve been cool.” Diemen inhale another hot dog, consuming it in a matter of seconds. They exit the park and are now walking down the street.

While they were speaking, far ahead of them walking towards them was a large purpleblood, he was bleeding from his forehead, his clothing was torn, and his face a mix of anger and exhaustion. It looks like he had gotten into a fight, some of the blood on him was of different colors. His eyes were half-open until he saw Mallek and Diemen ahead of him, his vision then focused more on the shorter burgundy troll, gritting his teeth.

Mallek glances up and sees the purple, immediately feeling uneasy while Diemen is focused on their conversation and his snack. When they finally reach each other, the purple deliberately shoves into Diemen rather aggressively, making him drop his hotdog bucket, his eyes open up wider, a look of shock, before a surprising look of rage fills Diemen’s face. Mallek bites his lower lip, but before he can even attempt to calm his friend down.

“Are you KIDDING ME?! What the hell!” He yells at the purple who ignores him of course still walking away. “What’s your damage you clown ASSHOLE!”

That insult makes the purple troll stop, slowly turning around, his eyes glaring at both of them.

“Shit…” Mallek firmly grabs hold of Diemen’s shoulder, gripping it a little tightly, the rustblood glances at his friend and sees the somewhat frightened expression on Mallek’s face.

“Take it easy… We’ll move on and just ignore my friend.” Mallek speaks clearly but his tone was clearly nervous. Diemen gives the purple another look, scanning him up and down, and realizes how unstable he looks.

The clown snarls back at them, bearing his claws, he begins walking over to them. Mallek and Diemen cautiously step back, but with each step they make, the closer the purpleblood moves to them. Why does it have to be like this, Mallek thinks, why couldn’t he just ignored them, why did he have bump into Diemen, why did every highblood have to be a particular asshole to the lower castes just because they felt like it or in this jerk’s case, he was having a bad day and wanted to take it out on them. His hoverboard would’ve really come in handy, but he decided not to bring it with him, and he had to park his car too far away from the park, like an idiot.

“Hey, hey, there’s no need for t-” Mallek is cut off when the larger troll connects his fist with Mallek, he stumbles back, he receives another punch this time to his stomach, a look of pain twists into his face before he hits the ground hard.

Diemen doesn’t even have time to react when the subjugglator roughly grabs him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him off the ground, this troll was more than twice his size, kicking his feet against the air, trying to pull himself out of the troll’s grip. With little effort, the clown throws Diemen into the ground, a loud groan of pain when the small troll hits the hard concrete. The enraged clown begins whaling on Diemen, each time he fist hits him, or he kicks him, a noise or grunt escapes his mouth.

Mallek sees the larger troll attacking his friend, he quickly gets back to his feet, rushing to Diemen’s aid, the purpleblood sees him coming and before Mallek can even land a hit, the other grabs hold him and throw him over his shoulder, he hits the ground once again. To add further insult he swiftly kicks Mallek in his side making, him coughs up blood, clenching his teeth in pain, the clown snarls at Mallek before turning back to Diemen, his nails extended into claws, as he advances on Diemen…

“N-no… S-stop, leave him alone…” Mallek tries to get back to his feet, reaching out to the troll. “Stop…” He manages to get to his knees.

“I said to

” Mallek raises his hand out, his voice booms, echoing throughout the area, his eyes shut tightly in anger. His other hand was balled into a fist, shaking. He was tense all over with rage, a fit of deep anger, but there was another sensation, something new. A tingling feeling that rolls over him like waves.

It’s quiet, he can no longer hear the heavy footsteps of purpleblood. Mallek slowly opens his eyes, afraid to see what was happening, if Diemen was okay. Peeking at the sight before him, his eyes immediately shoot open in shock. To Mallek’s surprise, the other was standing still like a statue, frozen in place, his eyes were now filled with a blue aura, and on his forehead was now the glowing symbol of Mallek’s sign floating there in place.

“W-what…” Mallek gets back to his feet slowly, confused by what he was seeing. He then stares at his palm that he tried to reach out with, faintly glowing like the purpleblood.

“No way.” He realizes what’s happening, what he’s done. But there wasn’t time to stop and think about this, he goes to Diemen, checking on him. “Diemen, are you okay?” He gently shakes his friend, Diemen grumbles, slowly opening his eyes.

“Mallek?” Fresh blood drips from Diemen’s forehead, holding his head in pain. “What just hap-” He stops when he looks over to see the subjugglator frozen in place, glowing blue.

“Whoa… What’s going on?” Diemen takes a cautious step forward.

“Hey, don’t go near him.” Mallek grabs hold of Diemen, who just brushes him off, moving carefully towards the clown. “Dude… You did this?”

“Nevermind that, come on, let’s go before it wears off.” Mallek was eager to leave, he doesn’t know how long this will last. “Come on.” He makes another attempt to pull his friend away, but not before Diemen delivers a hard, swift kick to the frozen purpleblood’s crotch.

“Diemen!” Mallek yanks his friend’s arm, rushing away with him, turning the corner of the street in the direction of his car, once they were far enough the psychic link was severed and the purpleblood was released from the control. It was like waking from a dream and feeling the sting from Diemen’s kick, he drops to his knees holding his pained area, confused by what just happened.

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Baby Boy

Summary: Tony always takes care of everyone and it takes a toll on him. You take matters into your own hands and let him know he doesn’t always have to be the big guy.

Requested by: @mbaku-babygirl

Pairing: Sub!Tony Stark x Dom!Black!Reader 18+

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: sub!Tony, pegging, a little angsty, smut. This is after civil war, Infinity war didn’t happen and they’re all back together but there’s still a bit of tension

A/N: I never in my life have been dominant and never will be dominant, I am strictly a sub so I did my best with this request ( this is more soft!Dom than anything) but I hope you guys enjoy this. Please leave feedback💕

Everyone was back together and it’s been six months since they came out of hiding. The government realized the accords weren’t actually helping and the others were able to come out of hiding. Surprisingly, Tony let them all come back and they all tried to make amends. Bruce and Thor were back. For a long while it was just you, Tony, and Rhodey, he was glad to have everyone back but you could tell he was anxious about it all.

He catered to everyone’s needs just like he always did and barely saved anytime for himself. You weren’t so forgiving though. You tried to avoid Natasha because she wasn’t able of letting go of her double agent persona. Had she just did as asked this all never would have happened. You stayed away from Steve because he was supposed to be Tony’s friend and knew what his old war friend did and that Bucky... sure he didn’t know what he was doing back then but it doesn’t change the fact you never got to meet your in-laws.

Everyone else can suck it except Thor and Bruce, but you stuck around Tony when he wasn’t around them. He would beg you to come to dinner with them all the time and while they all sat at the table, you’d sit on a stool at the island. It was the same thing tonight. Now, you were washing dishes and everyone had dispersed except Natasha. She stood awkwardly in front of the island.

“Y/N/N,” She mumbled

“Y/N,” you corrected, “You know I only allow friends to call me by my nickname,”

She sighed in defeat, “I am your friend, Y/N,”

You shook your head and continued to dry the dishes, “No.. you lost the ability to call yourself my friend the day you let those two leave. The day you let them get into that jet and fly away which in turn caused Rhodey to get paralyzed.” Your tone was low and cold. Yeah Rhodey had gotten better but with no thanks to them.

“Tell me, Natalia,” you spat out her birth name, knowing she hated it, “Does it ever get exhausting having to put makeup on two different faces each morning?” You placed your hands on the counter and looked her, waiting for her to answer.

She sighed and clenched her jaw, “Tony forgave us, why haven’t you?” She wore a small confused frown on her face.

“I’m not Tony. All he ever wanted to was to keep you all together. He was so selfless when it came to you all. Sure he didn’t always go about it the right way but dammit that man cared for you all and you guys just shit on him in return,” You loved Tony more than anything, so you took his feelings and efforts seriously. “You all were the closest thing to a real family he ever had and you betrayed him in the worst way possible. How or why he forgave you? I’m not sure. But don’t expect the same thing from me,”

You finished washing and drying to dishes, she continued to stand there speechless, not sure of what to say. You walked away and found Tony and Bruce in the lab with Vision and Wanda. “Hey Bruce,” you smiled and gave him a side hug. You were okay with him and Thor, he explained where he’d been and why he left in the first place. While the others were in hiding, Vision had evolved and now the science bros were back and trying to figure it out.

You kissed Tony’s cheek and he smiled at you, “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asked while fiddling with something on his computer, “The team wants to start movie night again,”

He sounded so happy and as often as you’d like to be happy for him that he has the team back, you just couldn’t. Your smile drops and you arch an eyebrow, “Whatever you guys want to watch I suppose but I won’t be in attendance ,” you turn and play with his screwdriver, finding it more interesting.

He turns to you and frowns, “Please? For me?,” he used those puppy eyes on you and as hard as it was, you had to say no.

“Sorry, babes. But you know why I won’t,” you saw him nod his head in defeat.

“Maybe it it won’t be that bad, Y/N. It could be fun and bring us back together like old times,” Wanda nervously spoke and lightly shrugged her shoulders.

“Old times are just that, Maximoff,” you kissed Tony’s cheek once more and walked out of the lab, leaving Tony to apologize for you.

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When it came to training you held nothing back. Taking all of your frustrations out on them. Especially Steve. The way you moved against him to attack had taken him by surprise, you’ve changed your techniques. Sam ended up in the infirmary with a concussion, Natasha ended up with a broken clavicle, Wanda wouldn’t even go up against you. Most of Clint’s weapons ended up ruined and Bucky wouldn’t even put up a fight, understanding your place of frustration. He hurt your husband and too many times Thor would have to pull you away.

“Sweetheart, I think you should tone it down,” Tony pulled you to the side and you knew your attitude on the whole ordeal wasn’t helping Tony much. He missed them, of course he’d be relieved they were back. You on the other hand had given up on them coming back a year after Steve helped them escape. You let that hurt go.

You unwrapped your hands and threw the tape on the ground, walking out of the training room. You walked into the kitchen and sat down with a protein shake from the fridge. You smoothed out your forehead as you noticed you were frowning.

“You coming to the party tonight?,” Steve slowly crept into the kitchen. You huffed and rolled your eyes and got up, trying to get away, “Y/N, please talk to me. Listen, I know I hurt Tony-,”

“No!,” you pointed your finger angrily, “You clearly don’t Steve because had you known how hurt he was or even would be- you would have been honest with him from the door about everything and you know what I mean!,”

Steve stood with his hands in his pockets, eyeing you like a child who was getting punished.

“You wouldn’t have hurt him the way you did that day! God, the way I found him w-was horrifying,” you swallowed thickly and felt tears well in your eyes, “You will never get my forgiveness. The woman you knew three years ago is not who I am now. You can hide behind a beard and this new tough guy persona but you’re still a coward to me, Steven Grant Rogers, all of you are!!,”

FRIDAY had notified Tony of your accelerated heart rate and he was in the kitchen in no time trying to analyze the situation, “What’s going on?,”

You smugly smile and shook your head, “Nothing, just having a heart-to-heart. Aren’t we Stevie?” You tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow. Tony turned to Steve and he just lightly nodded his head.

“What is the party I’m just now hearing about?” You turned your attention back to Tony and he just twiddled his thumbs.

“Just a celebration that we’re all back together, I figured it’d be good since they’ve been back for a while now,” he smiled as if that would make you any less angry. You tried your best to hold in your bitter laugh but you just shook your head. You really tried to empathize with Tony about how good he felt that they were all together again but you cared about him too much to forgive the people that hurt him the way they did.

You saw the hopeful glint in his eyes before swallowing your pride and clenching your jaw. You gave him a half smile, “Well then... what color will the Starks be wearing tonight?,”

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Cerulean. He picked cerulean and while you looked amazing in this color, you wanted to take it off because you didn’t want to go to this damn party in the first place. You walked around with a glass of champagne in you hand, greeting the guests. “Mrs. Stark!, it’s so good to see you. The set up is amazing. How are things with everyone back together?,” A measly interviewer found his way into the venue and you rolled your eyes, “No comment,”

You walked past the chocolate fountain and groaned. Tony hates those things, you know he only did it because Wanda and Sam love them. All the food and little desserts reminded you of the parties from the past and you just frowned. How could anyone expect you to just easily re-adjust to them being back like this? 

“Penny for your thoughts?,” Vision came up beside you and you wanted to walk away but you were here to support Tony so you would be cordial so you wouldn’t made a scene. 

“Tony hates the ahi tuna cucumber bites,” You frowned before putting the appetizer in your mouth. Vision just barely nods, “Yes but Natasha requested them,” 

“Of course she did. I’m sure you all being on the run didn’t necessarily offer you 5 star dinners now did it?,” You kept frowning at the food table. Nothing on this damn table was anything Tony liked. He hated all this shit. The damn fountain, the ahi tuna, the deviled eggs, the certain array of finger sandwiches, the types of steaks being cooked by the hibachi chef, even the damn drinks! Tony friggin hates Veuve Clicquot! He’s a Krug Clos d’Ambonnay kinda guy. He really catered to everyone else with this. Usually he’ll have something here and there that he likes but he strictly ignored his own wants for this and you didn’t really like that.

“We are sorry, Y/N,” Vision spoke, pulling you out of your own head rant. 

“Sure you are. But riddle me this, if you break a glass plate and apologize to it does it get put back together?,” 

Before he can answer you walk away to find Tony with a few of the others as well as a few other businessmen and agents.

“There she goes! The lovely Mrs. Stark,” He was having such a great time and you really tried to as well because this wasn’t about you, it was about him and the team. You loved to see that smile on his face, the tune of his laughter. It was great, so seeing him smile at you tonight in his matching suit, you felt yourself release some tension in your frown and shoulders.

He lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you into him before planting a kiss on your temple. You saw the way Steve, Bucky and Sam avoided eye contact but you just kept it moving. 

“Gentlemen,” you nodded to the other men and agents.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you. How great is it to have everyone back like before?,” one of the agents asked before sipping his drink.

You spared Tony a glance and carefully thought about what you were about to say next, “I... I’m just glad Tony is at ease again. His feelings matter to me so despite what I might really think and feel... it’s him that matters to me,” you shuttered out a breath and felt Tony pull you more into his side in comfort. He smiled down at you and admired you. He knew this was hard for you but he was glad you still stood by him. Without you, he would have become a complete and utter, unfixable mess.

“I’m gonna make you some food after this, okay? You don’t eat a single thing on that table over there and I know you’re starving and need real food,” 

He shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly, “Eh, the ahi tuna bites aren’t that bad,” 

“Anthony,” you said his name sternly and you saw the way he froze up at your use of his full name, “You’re not going to sacrifice your comfort for this party, you hear me?,”

Tony felt a shiver run down his spine at how you spoke to him and he hesitantly nodded his head, “Y-yes. Yeah. I hear you,”

You patted his cheek and kissed his lips, “That’s my boy. I’ll be roaming around greeting our guests. Have fun, don’t drink too much or stay up too late. End this at a reasonable time,”

He just slightly smiled at you and nodded. You talking to him like that had him blushing and feeling small but he wasn’t against that feeling. He enjoyed it and it confused him a little.

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You had retired the party early to clean yourself up and cook him something for him to eat. With a clean face and wearing nothing but his Black Sabbath shirt, you danced around the kitchen listening to his playlist while he wrapped up the party and sent everyone home with a taxi or designated driver. The team went to bed and he came to find you in the kitchen. You nodded your head and swayed your hips to the guitar riffs of Into the Void. He watched you from the kitchen doorway, loving the way you looked in his shirt and bare faced.

“I see my music taste has rubbed off on you,” He came to the island as you finished putting his meal on a plate. Of course you’d gone out the way to give him his protein, veggies and starch.

“Eh, just a bit,” you winked and told him to sit down, giving him his plate and giving him a bottle of water to which he frowned at, “You’re gonna drink that water, Tony. You drank enough tonight,” 

He just loved when you talked to him like that. He quickly opened the bottle and took a big gulp from it and started eating as you cleaned up the kitchen of the little mess you made. Once you were finished you sat close beside him, rubbing his leg.

“Is it good, baby?,” you ran your hands through his hair and he lulled his head back into your touch.

“Yes, thank you so much,”

“Anything for you, baby boy,” you kissed his cheek as he finished up. He felt that same chill run down his spine and he stiffened up in his seat.

“Y/N,” He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Yes?,”

“I uh... I have a request,”

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You were right beside Tony soothing him as he trusted you to do this for him. Tony loves being babied but his job as Tony Stark and Iron Man took that from him and you were more than willing to do this for him. It’s been a fantasy of yours for a while anyway, which is how this beginners strap on came into play. You laid beside Tony, kissing his cheek and slowly jerking him off with lube.

“You like that, baby? Like the way I use my hand to please you?,” 

Tony’s head fell to the side and a little moan escaped his lips, “More, please,” he sounded so helpless and it was the cutest yet hottest thing ever. You went a little faster and he started bucking his hips, “Stay still for me, baby boy. Just relax. I got you,” you whispered in his ear and focused on the head of his dick, making him dig his heels into the mattress.

“Oh, please can I cum?,” The way he looked into your eyes was a different look than he’s ever given you and it only encouraged you to continue with your actions, “please, Y/N,” 

The begging, the panting, his little whines had urged you to pump your hand faster.

“Cum for me. Go ahead and make a mess,” you saw the way his stomach muscles tensed as you continued pumping, long white ropes on his cum landing on is lower stomach, “There you go baby,” you encouraged and praised, “Good boy, baby,” you kissed his cheek and crawled in between his legs to lick all of his seed off his stomach. Hearing hims mewl at the feeling. You kissed the head of his dick and swirled your tongue around it, making him call out lightly.

You removed the vibrating toy from his little hole and massaged more lube into it. You and Tony had spent some time cleaning him out so you know he was ready for you. Adding some lube to the strap on, you took his dick in your other hand, stroking him once again, “You ready for me, baby? It’s gonna feel so good,” you lifted his legs around your waist and leaned forward.

“Look at me, baby. Do you trust me?,” You held the head of the dildo against him and his breath shuttered.

“Yes, I trust you,”

“What was the safe word we agreed on?,”

“Nanotech”

“Good boy,” you kissed his lips and littered kisses all over his neck and chest, calming him down before you took care of him like he’s been scared to ask for all these years. You pressed the tip of your strap into him and he tensed up, “Be still baby, if you want this I’m gonna need you to relax,”

You ran your hands along his chest and he melded into the bed and peered up at you through half closed eyes. You slowly pushed in inch by inch and he relaxed completely. He softly panted at the pleasure and he finally let go. Your rolled your hips and he held onto the back of his thighs while you held his legs up by his calves.

“Look at you, baby. Opening right up for me,” You cooed to him and he just whined back up to you. The pillow he had under the small of his back helped you get the right angle so you can get that special spot within him. “Feel good, baby? Glad you finally spoke up like a big boy and asked for what you wanted?,” You so easily got into this role of being dominant, this was your thing and you’re glad he was okay with admitting he needed it.

“Y/N, oh my God, baby,” Tony gasped and started jerking himself off as you slowly thrust deep in him, picking up the pace, “Fuck, that’s so good, sooo good,” his eyes were squeezed shut and he started moving his hips against you.

“Don’t get greedy, Tony. Take what I give you like a good boy then maybe I’ll give you some more,” 

His whines were only fueling you more but he loved that you didn’t give into him easily. He loved that you made him work for it. He stroked himself faster and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Y/N,” he dragged out your name in pleasure and you felt your clit throb. You turned on the vibrator that was built into the strap on and felt your own pleasure setting in.

“Want more, baby. Please,” he begged, your smiled down at him and hooked his legs on your shoulder before leaning forward and placing your hands by his head.

“Want me to fuck you faster, baby? Need me to give it to you harder and fuck you like the good boy you are? Bet you wanna let go of all the stuff that runs around in that head of yours, let go and lemme fuck all of that out of you, baby. You trust me to do that for you?,” You smiled down at his state and he feverishly nods his head.

“Yes, yes. Please please,” you were infatuated with how desperate he sounded. You bit your lip and braced yourself, withdrawing your hips from his body, you thrusted hard and a groan got caught in his throat, usually the sound of your skins slapping came from him fucking you and that turned you on, but this time, the sound intoxicated you and had you moaning against his lips.

“Look at me and tell me how good it feels to have me inside you like this, baby. Deep in you, hitting that special spot, bet you’re ready to cum already, aren’t you?,”

His eyes snapped open but had a hard time staying that way from the intensity at which you were fucking him with, “It feels so good, Y/N. Almost too good,” his voice was so small. You attached your lips to his. The kiss didn’t match the way you were fucking him. It was slow and smooth, a way to tell him how much you love him and how good he was doing. He pulled back for air and held onto your forearms by his head

“Y/N, please... choke me please. I need it,” He needed it to let go completely and you happy obliged. You pulled back a bit and placed your dominant hand around his neck, softly squeezing at the sides as he told you to squeeze harder, “Don’t be afraid, Y/N. I need it, I’ll be fine. I trust you,” Him saying he trusted you had filled you up like fuel to a gas tank. You squeezed at the sides and felt his pulse pound against your fingers and you felt yourself turn feral. 

You fucked into him faster as you felt yourself about to cum from the vibrator attacking your clit.

“Fuck, Tony,” you moaned and he gasped for air and moved against you, “You’re doing such a good job taking me in your little hole like this,”

“O-oh my God,” you felt his thighs wrap tighter around you. You started jerking him off with your other hand and you knew that would be his end. With you hitting his special spot over and over along with you choking him and jerking him off, he was being stimulated in many ways and wasn’t sure which sensation to focus on, he was becoming overwhelmed and you could tell.

“Please, Y/N, may I cum?,” 

You cooed at him and smiled, “My sweet boy. You don’t have to ask tonight. You’ve been such a sweet boy to everyone. Always taking care of them, putting them before you. You don’t have to worry about that tonight, baby. Cum all you want. Take it like a good boy and cum, you deserve it,”

Your praise had pushed him over the edge and he had cum so much more than the first time. You were milking him of his cum and his body was lightly shaking while he called out your name along with swears. You were so proud of him and how well he did and how well he took you, well, your strap, but either way, he did so good. He truly was your good boy.

“O-oh God, I-, Y/N,” his words were chopped and his eyes were fluttering as you continue to fuck into him, coaxing the rest of his orgasm out of him as you chased yours, you were so close. 

“I’m close, baby,” you stilled your hips and the vibrator hit your clit at the perfect angle at the right time and you felt your cum running down your legs. You rutted into Tony a few times, earning yourself a few more grunts from him.

You kissed his lips softly and he barely returned it from his fucked out state but you were okay with that. You slowly withdrew the strap from him and he whined like a kitten, “S’okay, relax. I’ll be right back, okay?,”

He barely gave you a nod as you took the toys you used tonight and removed the batteries as well as the dildo from the holder in the strap harness. You went to the kitchen, filling a pot full of water and throwing them in there and turning on the stove for them to boil. Proper toy cleaning etiquette. You took a water bottle from the pantry and rushed back to the bedroom. Finding Tony had not moved a muscle. You quickly got two warm, wet rags from the bathroom and cleaned him up and used the other for yourself. You crawled in bed with him, helping him sit up so he could drink some water.

“How you feeling?,” You kissed his cheek and held him in your arms.

“Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders,” he lightly laughed.

“I’m glad you finally spoke up about your needs, Tony. Don’t be afraid to put yourself first, okay?,” 

He kissed your lips softly and curled down further into the bed and your side.

“Will you just try to be nicer to everyone else?,” 

You sighed and knew that that’s all he wanted from you with them back and working through things. You could do this, not because you missed them, but for Tony. He was the priority.

“Of course. I’ll do anything for you, baby boy,”

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Mr and Miss Prefect | 1

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: hogwarts!au ; fluff ; angst-ish ; some harry potter good shit

Jungkook x Reader  /  Part 2

Having a complicated relationship- if you could even call it that- with the head boy of Gryffindor proves to be pretty fucking tough when you happen to be the head girl. Adding veritaserum to said complicated relationship between the the two heads of Gryffindor then proves to be alarmingly. . . s p i c y.

A girl- with midnight colored hair that fell in waves down her back- stands stoically by her tall, arched window. Eyes swirling with different emotions- mainly sadness- gaze out at the dreary landscape that seemed to mimic her mood. It was a gray day as clouds are seen covering the expanse of the sky whilst a misty haze blanketed everything from the common grounds, all the way down to the Quidditch field. Even though you were so high up in your safe perch inside of your tower, your mood decided to plummet straight down to the ground. The joys from the day before had vanished, leaving behind the stale wisps of a realization that had your heart aching. 

Sighing as you pushed your glasses up your nose, you made your way back to your four poster bed that was adorned with scarlet hued drapes cascading down on all sides. Picking up the standard Hogwarts Gryffindor uniform- a silk scarlet and gold striped tie along with a white collared button down, a floor length black robe, and fitted black pants- you dressed yourself for the upcoming day in which you weren’t exactly looking forward to. 

You were in your 7th year at Hogwarts and are proud to be one of the brave Gryffindor kids one would see confidently striding around campus. You were an exact replica of what a Gryffindor stands for: bravery, pride and confidence. As the typical loud and boisterous Gryffindor student that everyone knew and liked, you could always be seen smiling, laughing loudly, and talking up a storm. You could easily be heard in either the Great Hall as everybody ate, or down at the Quidditch field where you screamed your heart out for your team.

Along with being a supportive and friendly fellow student, you also had a natural air of leadership surrounding you in an authoritative aura. People seem to listen to whatever you had to say and followed in what you set out to do on what you labeled your ‘missions.’ While professors adored you, students looked up to you. 

This is precisely why you were chosen to be a prefect.

This type of attitude and personality was exactly why Dumbledore had decided to later give you the title of Head Girl. You were ecstatic when you first found out that you were given the coveted title. You even forgot about everything you were upset about for the day. It had happened yesterday when you were in your room- Dumbledore's curly handwriting was scrawled across the front of a letter an owl had swiftly dropped off for you. Girls from the common room had actually come up to check on you while the boys peered curiously at the staircase that led up to the girls dormitories. Your energetic happiness seemed to influence everyone around you, seeing as everyone seemed to be in a good mood for the rest of the day.

There was one boy who had tilted his head in innocent curiosity as he wondered if the squeals of happiness that were emitting from the upstairs dorms was a result of what he was thinking of. He recognized the voice of the elated girl as you, and even though he should've felt a little mad because of what had happened between you guys, he couldn't help but wonder if you got the other title.

This boy who had a calm, yet incredibly strong personality, had been given the other coveted title of Head Boy. And it was rightfully his. He had opened his own letter that morning and had felt a surge of pride and responsibility as his eyes had ran across the yellowed paper. 

His name was Jeon Jungkook. He was well-liked among the house and people enjoyed being around him. He liked making jokes in order to get people to laugh and has a lot of fun teasing them as well. He was the reason why the Gryffindor house gets so amped up whenever a Quidditch match comes up because he was the best seeker out of all four houses. Jungkook never failed to bring home a win and Madame Hooch, as well as Professor McGonagall, adored him because of it. 

In addition to being popular among the student body, he was able to influence those around him. He took his responsibilities seriously and carried out any duty his professors wanted him to complete without fail. He was an unspoken favorite among the students as well as the professors. 

What both you and Jungkook had in common was that you guys weren't afraid to break rules every once in awhile. You guys weren't scared of the prospect of getting in trouble by the professors or even Dumbledore himself. It can be because you guys knew that the majority of the professors all liked you guys, or because Dumbledore had a particular fondness for you two. 

Maybe he secretly let you guys get away with it because he himself was just as mischievous as you two when he was younger. 

You and Jungkook never did anything major. You sneak out of your dorm to ask for late night snacks from the elves down in the kitchens near the Hufflepuff dormitories, before going to stargaze by the Great Lake. Jungkook sneaks out to go down to the Quidditch field to work on his flying techniques along with a couple other housemates. Both of you guys had a habit of sneaking out past the curfew, pretty much every night, to go do things that would get you two into massive trouble if it were ever to be found out. But you guys are smart and are able to evade such troubles thus far. 

Either that, or the professors are just turning a blind eye. 

You and Jungkook know that Dumbledore is aware about all of this, of course. What didn't he know? He always had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes whenever he spoke with the now new Gryffindor Heads, but he never said anything so the two of you never changed your habits. That same sparkle seemed to be in the stars above whenever they twinkled down at you as you stared in awe, up at the endless sky. It was as if they were encouraging you to not conform to the rules and to make decisions in which you call what is right for yourself. 

Back up in the tower, you stroked the gold embossed, scarlet pin which held the words 'Head Girl' inside a banner down the middle. In the back of your mind, you allowed yourself to wonder if he had gotten the title of Head Boy. That boy who had the ability to send your heart racing a mile a minute without him even realizing it. That boy who had raven colored locks that swept down across his forehead, skipping along the eyelashes that framed his dark eyes as well as that charmingly large nose of his. 

Before you had gotten really upset, you remember walking to Charms class one day with Jungkook as you two talked about how much you guys wanted to become Head Girl and Head Boy. You were surprised to hear how much Jungkook had been wanting to become Head Boy, but you realized how much the role would fit him. Both of you guys were already prefects and had the common goal of wanting more. From that day, you two vowed that if you guys became the Gryffindor Heads together, you would do your guys’ best to lead the house together with confidence and grace. You guys would work together to better your house and to also integrate fun in along with the responsibilities you guys had, as well as the other students.

You shook your head as if to clear it of your traitorous thoughts that had wandered to him once more. But once you cleared your head of those thoughts, a new memory popped up which you could actually feel take a physical toll on you. You sat down on your bed and lowered your head into your hands as the familiar aching in your heart began once more.

About two weeks ago, you were making your usual midnight trip down to the Great Lake when you had spotted something in your usual spot. It was Jungkook, along with another girl that you recognized was from the Hufflepuff house. Both of them were dressed in their pajamas and it was obvious that this meeting was unplanned. Both of them were locked in a loving embrace, with Jungkook stroking the back of the girl's head as a serene smile decorated his lips. 

At that moment, after years of unrequited love and one-sided infatuation, you felt your eyes begin to burn as they welled up with tears. You felt your heart begin to ache as your hands had curled up around yourself in an attempt to hold yourself together. Letting out a quiet sob, you turned your back on the scene and left. 

What other reason would two teenagers have when they're together in each other's arms late at night? 

You spent that night quietly crying under your blankets as memories that spanned over five years, that included him, flooded your mind. It physically, mentally, and emotionally hurt you to see the one that you had had such strong feelings for, for so long, hold another girl in his arms so tenderly. It wasn't his fault because he had no idea of your feelings, but that didn't stop you from ignoring him ever since. You distanced yourself from him in order to avoid feeling your heart rip if you were to hear his voice and see his eyes looking at you again, as they so often did. 

On the other side of the coin, Jungkook felt your absence in his everyday life. He felt the hostile feelings emitting from you whenever you two passed each other in the halls, or whenever you guys had classes with each other. He had no idea why you were avoiding him, and whenever he tried to talk to you, you would answer him with a short, curt response that left no excess room for more conversation. He feels frustrated whenever you would leave him so easily and smoothly- after he’s tried to talk to you for the hundredth time- for someone else. Jungkook knew that you were upset with him, but he didn't know what he did. 

And you don’t give him the time of day anymore for him to question what was wrong. 

When all the girls had left to go check on the ruckus upstairs, Jungkook had closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he thought about it. All the guys around him that had been seated in the rich red toned chairs were laughing as they talked about what could be getting a girl so freaked out. Of course they knew it was you. Like it's been said before, you are normally a loud and boisterous person. They were talking about how you had probably got Head Girl, and that they were even proud of you. 

With the guys in the Gryffindor house, they had something like a protective brotherly bearing over you. Despite you getting on them constantly for their disruptive antics, you never once minded and even bask in the attention that they give you. You love how they treat you, but of course like any other sibling would, you would get fed up with them sometimes and chew them out if they were too unreasonable or just plain annoying you. 

Jungkook was startled out of his thoughts when the guys had suddenly went over to him and slapped him on his back, chuckling about how Gryffindor now has two kickass Heads. Jungkook wished he could be a part of their conversations, but he felt as if he somehow lost the right to partake in celebrating your achievement even though he had gotten the same one. 

It wasn't only you that somehow felt empty inside…

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"You okay Y/N?" 

When hearing the soft voice speak up, you jolt out of a self-induced moment in which you had lost yourself in your thoughts. Glancing up, the first thing that you saw was Jungkook looking at you from a table over with an unreadable expression. As always, you felt your heart stutter as you looked back into his gentle, carob colored eyes. But you looked away just as quickly, wanting to distance yourself from his prying eyes.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you ask, smiling as you look back at your friend of many years, Park Jimin, who had spoken. Frowning as he drops the root he was holding in his hand, Jimin gives you a 'You're shitting me, right?' look. 

"Is this about Jungkook again?" he asks, lowering his voice so that the Gryffindor who was sitting a table's length away from them couldn't overhear. Just from the simple sound of his name, you felt a pang of pain throb throughout your heart as you bit your lip. It WAS about Jungkook, unsurprisingly. It seems as if it always was nowadays, ever since that day you caught him with another girl. You just couldn’t seem to get him out of your mind, even if you were well aware of the fact that you knew you had to move on. He’d been the air to your fire for five years now, and it was hard to lose that precious source that has shaped you into the person you are today.

Potions class, which was the class you guys were currently in, had a mix of both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students. You realized that the Hufflepuff girl Jungkook had been with before, was actually in this class. When you walked in, the girl was sitting in her seat with Jungkook sitting atop her table as he smiled warmly down at her. Upon seeing them, all you did was press your lips together and cast your eyes downwards as you quietly made your way to your seat. As you watched her now, the girl was happily making her potion along with another Hufflepuff girl that you noticed she seemed to always be with. They were like Jimin and you in a way: inseparable. 

You felt the same aching and longing as before, but since two weeks had already passed by, it wasn't as strong. You could feel yourself in the beginning stages of moving on, but you were in no way ready to begin talking to Jungkook again. You knew that the moment Jungkook spoke with a smile directed at you, would be the moment that has you falling for him all over again. He had that type of power of you, whether you liked it or not. And the worst part about all of it, was the fact that he wasn’t even aware of this influence that he had. It wasn’t as if you wanted this, because you sure as hell didn’t.

But the heart has strange ways of working when it comes to the people you love.

You sigh and nod your head as you fiddle with the green herb in your hand. Jimin is your closest friend here at school. You had met him during the Sorting Hat ceremony and once you guys had shared the last bottle of butterbeer at the Gryffindor welcome party for the first years, you two just stuck together. You and Jimin are a really good pairing, always working off of each other in order to bring around fun for the two of you, as well as everyone around you guys. You were really glad that you were able to meet someone like Jimin here. He’s made your life ten times brighter and you really couldn’t imagine going through Hogwarts without him.

"Y/N, you need to talk to him!" Jimin exclaims quietly as he carefully follows the instructions for making the potion that Snape had assigned the class. Watching him pour in different substances into his cauldron made you realize that you hadn't even started yet, so you hurry to begin stirring together the first ingredients. 

"Why should I?" you inquired as you measured out a tablespoon of ptolemy. "What am I going to say? 'Oh, I'm sorry I've been ignoring you. It's cause I'm upset because I saw you with a girl that you like'? I'll sound so pathetic and he'll probably feel awkward, so it's better to just leave it!" 

You huff, practically throwing the blood red substance into the cauldron in a fit of frustration. Jimin watches you with a raised eyebrow as you grab a root and begin to roughly dice it on your chopping board.

"We don't know if Jungkook likes that girl," Jimin points out. "Plus, Jungkook has been non-stop staring at you this entire class. I've noticed it throughout this week too." 

You look up from the root that you were cutting up and see that Jungkook was in fact looking at you. You were getting tired of his stares during class; it just made you feel uncomfortable now. For the first time after two grudgingly long weeks, you decide to acknowledge him. You raise both of your eyebrows as if to ask, 'What?'. Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise as he practically dumps the whole bottle of whatever he was holding into the bubbling cauldron under him. As Jungkook fumbles to clean up the small mess he made, you smother a snicker under your breath as you swipe the diced root from your cutting board, into your own simmering cauldron. 

 Looking up again, you see Jungkook lazily stirring his potion. You see him raise an eyebrow at you, as if to ask what was up with you. Your eyes flickered down for a second. This felt so familiar and so good that you could feel yourself, once more, wanting to talk with him. You felt pulled to him as you always have, his eyes seemingly drawing you in with some sort of power that you weren’t aware of. But you had to be stronger than that. You make eye contact with him and shrug, causing Jungkook to narrow his eyes at you. Frowning, he, a little too forcefully, practically demolished the herb on his cutting board. 

You blink, momentarily mesmerized at the speed and force he was using to basically liquify his herb, before looking away as you did not want to make anymore exchanges with him.

"How are you doing?" you ask Jimin, directing your attention away from your fellow Gryffindor Head. Jimin beams widely as he mixes together the final ingredients for the potion everyone were creating. 

"Done!" Jimin chimes happily as he scoops some of the concoction up out of his cauldron, and into a small bottle for Snape to grade later. Potions was one of Jimin's stronger classes, even though Snape seemed to make it his life goal to always find something wrong with Jimin’s creations. Nonetheless, the professor always graded him well even though he wasn't fond of the kid himself. As if he had heard Jimin declare that he was finished, the professor pops up out of nowhere and nimbly plucks the bottle out of Jimin's fingers. 

"Yes..." Snape says, bringing it up and examining the bottle from all sides. This was so routine that Jimin disregarded him as he began cleaning up around his area, using his wand to languidly clear up his table with a few flicks of the wrist and quiet incantations. Snape's nose wrinkled a little bit as he studied the vibrant liquid inside of the small vial. He then lowered the bottle and looked at the orange haired boy with a slight downwards curl at the corner of his lips. 

"The color's a little bit off," Snape states, his dark eyes glittering as if he was happy he found yet another minor thing that Jimin had messed up on. "There seems to be a lack of ptolemy in this potion. I expect more from you Park." 

With those words, Snape walks away, his black robe billowing behind him. Even though he had barely spoken, he still had the ability to rub someone the wrong way so easily. Jimin sighs irritably as he glares after the professor’s back.

"Color off, my ass," Jimin grumbles, causing you to duck your head and giggle quietly. "That potion was spot on! Those instructions specifically said deep indigo. That potion was indeed damn deep indigo!" 

"10 points from Gryffindor," Snape announces loudly, once again appearing out of nowhere behind you two. Snape had a knack for always startling you both during class. One time, you had actually spilled an entire pot of a potion that you had practically slaved over making as a result of the professors sudden appearances… And that potion was for an exam. After the incident occurred, you were dead set on the idea that Snape had done it on purpose so you could receive a bad grade. 

Though it didn’t make any difference towards your final grade.

Both you and Jimin jump, causing you to spill a little too much of the liquid you were carefully pouring, down into your cauldron below. You notice that it was the same one that Jungkook also spilled a little too much of, so out of a fit of immaturity, you throw it away onto the table as if you were throwing away the thoughts of him away from yourself. Snape just eyes you with a raised eyebrow as he watches your annoyed disposition.

Jimin, on the other hand, huffs in disbelief. 

"And why is that?" he inquires, eyebrows scrunching together in irritation. Snape eyes Jimin with his head tilted up as looks down his nose at the bright-haired student. It was obvious he saw Jimin as nothing more than something like a rodent. But even he had to admit, even if it was deep down in the dark recesses of his heart, Jimin was a damn good alchemist. Nobody would be dumb enough to argue with this, as Jimin practically has a perfect grade in this class.

Maybe he had that legendary Half Blood Prince’s potion book. You did not know much about it, save for the fact that it holds the perfect potion-making instructions that even the infamous Harry Potter had used at one point.

"For utilizing indecent language in my class," Snape answers, his mouth curling up in a half sneer half smile. "I will not tolerate such words in my class." 

He then directs his attention towards you, where you were currently pouring your potion into the final bottle. Once you cap it, Snape takes it. You can feel your face contorting into an annoyed expression already, even though Snape hadn't spoken to you yet. 

"And you," Snape sneers, making you want to roll your eyes. Snape had a particular dislike towards you. You didn't know why, but he did and that was what caused the tangible resentment between you two. 

"Aren't you... Head Girl now for the house of Gryffindor?" 

Even as he said that, you could hear the clear detest in his voice. But you didn't let that bother you. Lifting your chin as you sit up straighter, you nod.

"Yes, I am," you answer, your voice strong and proud. Snape rolls his eyes at your pompous attitude as he brings your potion bottle up to examine. 

"If you're Head Girl, keep the hooligans in order during and out of class," he tells you, causing Jimin's mouth to fall open at his implication that he was a 'hooligan'. "Also, you're potion is so obviously violet purple. It is nowhere near the resulting deep indigo you should've ended up with. I would say that I'm disappointed, but that would imply that I was hoping you would improve." 

Snape bends down lower and says quietly, so that only you would hear, "But we both know that's going to be a rather difficult feat to achieve." 

Straightening up and lowering the bottle from his sight so he could look properly at the quietly seething girl that is you, Snape says rather loudly, "Perhaps we should keep our gossip about boys to a minimum when we are in class, shall we? Maybe then, we'll actually turn in a potion that is deemed satisfactory, hmm?" 

You glare after Snape's back as the professor walks away. Other students turned and looked at you and Jimin in amusement before returning their attention to their work. You manage to make eye contact with Jungkook, who was gazing at you with curious eyes. His lips were parted, eyebrows scrunched, and head tilted. Without even making an effort to, you recognized that look immediately. He was wondering, most likely about what boy you Snape had said you were gossiping about. Little did he know, that it was actually him. Just then, class ends, causing both you and Jimin to angrily stuff your guy’s bags with your belongings and exit the dungeon in which Potions class was held in. 

"Ugh! He annoys me so much!" you exclaim, your eyes bright with resentment as you two make your way down the wide hallway that other students were beginning to flood into. Friends from other houses looked at you two curiously as you guys walked in such a way that the annoyed aura surrounding you two was quite obvious. Deftly stitching himself next to the two of you, a friend named Kim Taehyung from the Slytherin house peers at you two and raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Yes, it is stereotypical for Gryffindors and Slytherins to not get along, but Taehyung was above all of that childishness. He literally did whatever he wanted and he wanted to befriend you and Jimin, so he did. 

But that didn't mean that all of you guys were still friendly when it came to house related events. 

"What's got your guys’ panties in a twist?" he questions, looking between Jimin's annoyed look and your irritated one. 

"Snape!" both of you two exclaim out loud in unison. Taehyung's eyes widened at the noisy outburst that came from the two fiery Gryffindors in front of him. He then burst into laughter.

"Why, what did he do now?" he questions, peering curiously at you two. You and Jimin went on to rant about the stress-inducing professor that nobody likes and how he blatantly, and unfairly, took points away from the Gryffindor house, and then called you two out for talking about things that you guys shouldn't have been.

"Damn. Well, you guys should've done your work and not talk about boys in there," Taehyung says, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he adjusts the green and silver scarf around his neck. You and Jimin huff in annoyance upon hearing the blonde’s answer.

"Tae, you're supposed to be on our side!" Jimin exclaims, pouting as he does so. Taehyung shakes his head in amusement and only shrugs. You three had just entered the Great Hall for lunch, the vast room bustling with hungry students who eagerly ate the tasty food spread out on the long tables.

"Well, Snape is my house's headmaster," Taehyung says as he starts in the direction of the Slytherin table. "I am kinda biased." 

You and Jimin watch as Snape walks in behind you three and nods his head at Taehyung in acknowledgment. Taehyung nods back and then winks at you guys before leaving. Snape turns his head towards the two teens remaining and opens his mouth to say something, but you two run away before you guys could hear what Snape had to say. You guys make your way to the usual seats you take up, sit down, and begin scarfing down the food in front of you.

"Jimin. . . I don't feel like going to Transfiguration next," you say, slightly whining before taking a sip of your pumpkin juice and digging into your food. As Jimin then goes on to rant about how Transfiguration is the bane of his life, you practically moan out loud at how good the food was. It was the perfect way to have a pleasant pick me up after the whole Snape episode. 

"I swear, whenever I try to transform something into another thing, it never works!" Jimin exclaims loudly, his eyes bright while his mouth was full of chicken. You wrinkle your nose at his nonexistent manners. 

"You're so gross," you say, picking up a napkin before wiping at the corner of Jimin's mouth. He just continues grumbling childishly before downing the rest of his pumpkin juice. You sigh and shake your head, but smile as your eyes begin to travel around the hall. 

Somehow, one way or another, they manage to find Jungkook, who was chatting away with his friends further down the table. As if he sensed that someone was looking, he raises his head and shifts his eyes over to where you and Jimin were sitting. You stiffen when his eyes land on you, your heart beginning to race uncontrollably as it always does when your eyes meet his. Something changes in his eyes, and when he stands up, you somehow immediately know that he was going to come over. 

Shoving the rest of the food into your mouth before quickly washing it down with the rest of your pumpkin juice, you bolt up out of your seat. Jimin looks curiously up at you- cheeks round as his mouth was full- while you grab your tray. 

"I'll see you next class!" you exclaim to Jimin before fleeing the scene, not waiting for an answer. You didn't exactly know why you were running away. It kinda just clicked inside of you, and your body was moving before you mind could register what was going on. You didn’t even try fighting it as it was Jungkook of all people you were running from.

Was this what the fight or flight response feels like? Was this what flight felt like? Though in an ironic twist, the predator in this situation was one of your good friends, even though you've been avoiding him like the plague since that night that had your heart aching more than it should at your age. 

Throwing your tray into the bin next to the trash can, you quickly make your way out of the Great Hall. Looking around, you see that the halls are empty, so you decide to go up to the Gryffindor common room to kill the rest of the time. You end up sprinting through the halls and up numerous staircases as you aim to head for the common room door. Once you get there, the portrait of the Fat Lady peers curiously down at your out of breath state.

"Password. . .?" she asks, her voice wavering in a hesitant, high pitched tone. 

Maybe it wasn’t exactly your smartest idea to run up all of those flights of stairs that led to this single animate painting, just to avoid someone you were afraid of interacting with once more.

"Chocolate frogs!" you cry out as you hold your side after all that running. The Fat Lady gives you a strange look, refraining from questioning you, before swinging the door open. You practically fall inside and are grateful to see that no one else is in the room. Making your way over to your favorite chair by the relatively calm fireplace, you plop down and sigh heavily. 

"What am I doing!?" you groan out loud as you throw your head back onto the chair. The fire in the fireplace crackled loudly at your outburst as if to question the same thing that you wanted to know. You huff and glare at it as if to tell it to be quiet. 

“Y/N?”

Startled, you sit up straight as you immediately recognized that voice. When and where could you not? You look towards the door, that you see just swing closed, and in front of it, was none other than the person you least wanted to see at the moment: Jeon Jungkook. You stand up, feeling your heart beginning to race as you met his indecipherable, blank gaze. You suddenly were struck with a bout of nerves, as it had been a long time since it had only been you and him together in the same place.

What was he doing here?

And how the hell did he get up here so quick?

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[ankcna-blog]

hello guys !! i’m blaire, and i come to you with a VERY belated greeting !! i went to a skz concert a few days ago and as you would expect my life has been flipped upside down ever since !! but now that things are calming down, i’ve got things in order and would like to introduce you to my beloved weirdo kwanchai, more commonly known as dreamdrop’s choreographer KAI ! i’ve wanted to join you all for the longest and can’t wait to have some fun now that i’m finally here ! without further ado, you can find all his links here ( more to come ) as well as some important info about him below ! and of course, like this if you want to plot ! i’ll also be joining the discord very soon, so that’ll be an option too !

background !

from bangkok, thailand ! maybe it’s because of this he’s such a city boy and loves being around people, because that’s basically been his whole life ! in bangkok there were people around nearly all the time and now that he lives in seoul, it’s no different !

like his fc, he’s ethnically chinese but his nationality is thai ! honestly he feels more of a connection to his thai side because it’s the one he’s the most familiar with, though recently he’s been trying to connect with his chinese side. 

grew up around mainly girls, 3 older sisters and one younger ! his dad’s the only boy, but his parents are divorced. they still co-parented pretty functionally, though, so he mainly stayed with his mom and did weekly visits to his dad. he believes the heavy presence of females in his life is the reason he grew up to act a little more conventionally “feminine” and why he has such a high respect for women ! his sisters have always been .... v strong in comparison to him ojoijoijoij so it makes sense why !

his sister is the original dancer of the family, picking up ballet at only 5 years old ! she’s older than him so, wanting to follow in her shoes, he begged his parents to join as well !

his parents were v apprehensive at first, especially his dad, because they weren’t the most progressive and didn’t think a boy dancing ballet looed good. it took some convincing, but eventually they allowed him !

absolutely loved it, would come home dancing nearly every day. once they realized he was really enjoying himself and taking himself seriously he convinced them to add on tap and hip hop classes as well !

always been into american culture, he was always watching shows & listening to music from america, and that transferred into a general interest for the country ! so in high school, he studied abroad for a semester w / a host famiy !

this really helped his english skills and is the main reason he’s so fluent today, which definitely helps with his job ! it’s the reason he sounds less like a foreigner now when he’s speaking.

coincidentally, through america, he found an interest in korean culture ! his host family lived in california, which already was home to a lot of korean spots, but his host sibling was a kpop fan and got him into it ! so when he got back home to thailand he had gained an interest for it.

he started listening to a lot of the music, and at 17 made a very spontaneous decision to send in an audition tape to a company ! ( not noir, a smaller up-and-coming one probably ! )

he was .... incredibly shocked that he’d gotten in, but ecstatic for the chance to do what he loved ! not everyone was quite as ecstatic as him ... mainly his dad who thought his career choice was unfit for the one son of the family.

regardless, he packed up things and moved to korea, where he began to train to become an idol ! contrary to what he’d thought he kind of hated it lmao ! he had a super hard time trying to learn korean initially and didn’t deal too well with the stress of such a cutthroat environment. on top of that, he wasn’t favored by the company and they kept giving other trainees opportunities he didn’t have ! he didn’t like that because he felt he had the personality and drive, they just weren’t willing to take a chance on him. but he really loved the chance to perform alongside other passionate people and learn from them.

so it was a bittersweet moment when, at 18, he terminated his contract. he felt relieved with all that extra pressure off him e but was also sad to no longer be performing. he tried to lie and act like he didn’t to his family but eventually, they found out and his mom sent him back home to thailand. his dad was livid and promised that if he didn’t do something within 2 months to get a job he’d stop helping him out.

kwanchai wanted to keep dancing but still needed a job, so did the best thing he could think of ! a choreographer he’d met in seoul promised him a room in his house if he agreed to fly back to korea and start working as a sort of dance apprentice under him at a studio !

so, going back yet again, he agreed and made one of the best choices of his life ! he got a lot better and not only dance but teaching / choreographing it ! with this, he comfortably began to adjust to the country and learned a lot !

the more he was there, the more he realized how much he enjoyed choreographing ! his friend gave him the chance to begin creating dances from the studio and it was then he decided he wanted to do it as a career !

he didn’t want to feel like a burden at his friend’s for so long, so it was then he decided to apply for a job at noir as a choreographer, hoping to save up and buy his own place. he applied unsure if he’d really get it due to his short experience, but was ecstatic when he did !

the whole thing has proved to be one of the best choices of his life - he’s got a steady job that’s very fulfilling, he saved up enough for an apartment, and he gets to dance while maintaining the level of freedom he’d craved as a trainee !

personality / random tidbits !

his app summed it up well, he’s incredibly eccentric ! he’s just different in nearly every way and if told to do something one way, he’ll probably do it the other. 

his name is kwanchai, but ever since he was 17 he’s gone by kai, a shortened version of his full one ! it’s because it not only easier to pronounce for koreans but to his many american friends as well, and honestly it makes him feel less out of place as it’s a fairly universal name !

he’s super talkative, inherited from his sisters, but in turn is a very good listener ! so you’ll catch him either ranting about all his problems or listening to someone else doing the same.

naturally, he’s very fun and excitable ! rarely takes anything seriously, that is .... unless he’s dancing ! typically when teaching he likes to crack jokes and such to make the experience fun, but if it’s crunch-time he does a whole 180. when he has to he takes dancing very seriously, sometimes maybe even too much ! he may come off as controlling but in reality he’s just very passionate and a true perfectionist in terms of technique. 

speaking of dancing, seeing him do it is quite an amusing sight ! kind of like j-hope he’s always making noises when he does it, and always has some sort of noise or word that correlates with his dance move ! def the type to say “and jazz hands !!”

maybe it helps, maybe it sounds stupid ! but since he has such a horrible memory it does tend to help him out a lot.

his hair right now is dyed, and the best reference i can give you is the john’s banana video lmao !! he keeps it pretty short to keep it out his face when he dances, and tbh his hai is a different color all the time !

he has a food blog, “rate what i ate”, where he does food reviews for restaurants ! it’s really fun for him because he loves to eat and has a very strong opinion on nearly everything. muses feel free to come eat with him, he’ll never say no to a dining buddy !

aside from that he has general social media and an ig where he posts short dance covers ! thinking about starting a yt cover channel.

coffee is his everything. he’s got a horrible sleep schedule, staying up late and having to wake up early ! but coffee is the one thing that gets him through, and no matter what time of the day he can always be found with his favorite cup in his hand.

remember how his app said power poses ? well it’s something kai actually does ! every morning and before doing something important he stands in a power pose for 5 minutes, saying affirmations rather dramatically. that alongside his guided meditation obsession makes kai in the morning time quite the amusing sight.

he has a black bombay cat affectionately named luna ! she’s his daughter whom he loves very very much and would die for. a total sweetheart who will accept all love, muses feel free to pet !

even though he’s fairly happy somewhat out the spotlight, he still has the idol mentality, and definitely has the whole charming personality thing going on ! he’s a whole personality and it’s almost a sin he didn’t become a talkshow host, but i assume he’d have a small following because of it ! not dreamdrop level of course, but a little bit of recognition !

that’s all i can thin of right now, that and i don’t want to keep you all waiting for this intro for too long ! i’ll add more as i see fit, and again, i can’t wait to meet you all !

#i'm feeling v trash so will be more active tomm !

[cutesuki--bakugou]

This was fun!! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! 

“Hey Katsuki, can I ask you a favor?”

Bakugou glanced up from his book at his lover’s voice, seeing her peeking into his office with a bright and curious gaze. Closing his book and carefully removing his reading glasses, he leaned back in his chair, observing her wild appearance. “What’s up? You look like you got caught in a fight with a bucket of paint.” His lover smiled at him, her hair up in a wild messy bun with different hues of paint splattered across her skin. He noted that there was even some in her ear, and he grew curious as to how the hell that happened.

“I just wanted your opinion on a piece I’ve been working on. I’m almost done, but I feel like you should be a part of the finishing touch.”

“Eh?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow at her, having never heard such a request from her before. Usually, she finished paintings and sold them before he could ever really take in their beauty, as her art was highly sought after and most of what she did was commission work. 

From the looks of her current messy state, whatever she was doing had to be acrylics, and a huge painting at that. She never got this messy unless it was something big, probably requiring her paint covered step ladder. “You need my help to finish it?”

“And just your opinion! Please?” She pouted, something that Bakugou could never resist. Leaving his book and glasses on his desk, he stood and made his way over to her, following the sound of her footsteps as she excitedly sped down the hallway back to her studio.

“Don’t come in until I say!” She called down the hall, already vanished. Bakugou gave a small roll of his eyes as he stopped at the entrance, the smell of paint filling his senses. “Alright, alright.” It only took a moment and a series of shuffling noises before she called him in, anxiety apparent in her voice. Stepping inside, Bakuou’s gaze first landed on her before it was pulled to the large painting beside her. “Uh, wow.”

Much to his surprise, it was… him. In his pro hero costume stylized to her particular painting technique, he was posed in a dramatic movement with explosions and smoke behind him. “That’s… really amazing.” He walked in closer, observing the acrylic masterpiece closely. “Why me?” His crimson gaze moved to his lover, who shifted nervously beside him.

“W-well… I wanted to do a series of all my favorite pros. And… you’re my top favorite. So I did you first. You like it?”

Cupping her cheeks gently, Bakugou placed a loving kiss on her lips, stroking her paint stained cheeks with his thumbs. “It’s fucking awesome. I look really bad ass.” Giggling, his lover smiled up at him, beaming with happiness at his praise. “That’s because you are bad ass. Here!”

She gently tugged him over to a nearby table, where a plastic rectangular pan sat. Inside it was a decent amount of bright orange paint, a color that looked like it was ripped straight from his costume. “To finish it off, I wanted you to put your hand print on it. Will you do that for me?” His lover spoke as she pointed to the pan. Nodding, Bakugou pressed his palm into the paint, sinking it in just enough to where it completely covered his skin. “Where at?”

“In the corner -- here” She pointed exactly where she wanted it, and Bakugou obliged, pressing his palm onto the painting. The orange stuck out against the black and grey explosion, though he felt a bit of worry as the paint began to run once he removed his hand. “Ah shit, sorry-”

“No, it’s okay! I love that drippy texture. It’s so… you.”

“What is that supposed to mean? That I’m drippy?”

His lover laughed, dipping a very thin paintbrush in white paint. “No, Katsuki. You’re… unconventional.” Bakugou watched as she signed the piece right below his hand print, wide smile on her face. “There… now it’s perfect!”

“I agree. Hey babe, come here.” Bakugou motioned for his lover to come over, gaining a curious look from her as she approached. “Yes?”

“You got a little something on your face--” With that, he pressed his still paint coated palm over her face, making her squeal and laugh as she tried to escape. “H-hey! You’re going to regret that!”

“What? You always said you liked body painting.”

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Questions Meme!

Hello, yes, this HAS in fact been sitting in my drafts for ages and ages. Thank you to both @crazy-fruit and @ruby-red-inky-blue for tagging me and for waiting forever for me to answer (oops)! I’m sorry I took so long, but y’all ask really good questions and I had to think about some of them!

Question Set 1

1. How are you?

Oh, I’m doing alright! Thank you for asking. The earlier part of this year was rather rough, but therapy has been helping. I’ve been rather busy these past few weeks with traveling, and my schedule going forward is rather busy, too, so while I’m excited for those things, I’m also excited for the eventual moment I can just relax.

2. What would you say are your talents?

Writing. Making fancy color-coded spreadsheets. I’ve been told that my super power is getting random (annoying) songs stuck in other people’s heads. Does that count as a talent? 

3. If you had the chance to start your life again, would you take it?

NOPE. No thanks. I like where I am at right now, and I would not want to relive my awkward years. Er, at least, my more awkward, younger years. Cuz I’m totally still awkward. Just less awkward. I hope?

4. Which language would you like to speak instantly? 

HMM. ALL OF THEM. It’s really hard to choose! 

Language fascinates me, and in another life I feel like I would have devoted a lot more time to learning more of them. Unfortunately, I really hated German class in high school because of the teacher’s tendency to put people on the spot -- I think that is sort of inherent in a language class, but I get anxiety speaking in public. 

Anyways, I suppose I’ll answer Turkish to this question, since spouse and I keep saying we’re going to try to learn Turkish via Duolingo. For the record, my HS offered six languages, which was the most I’ve ever heard of an American school offering, and I was always quite happy with my choice of German. (The others were Spanish, French, Italian, Chinese, and Latin.) I do wish I had maintained my German better, and I that I had more time to learn Spanish. 

5. Where would you like to be right now?

Honestly? I’m pretty happy when I’m at home. But if I had to answer where “else” would I like to be right now, out of the whole world? Being back on safari in Botswana is a top contender, as are a variety of places in Turkey, and also Munich. 

6. What name would you give yourself?

I’ve always liked my actual name (Elizabeth). I know I go by Liz; one of my HS friends was quite stubborn and I’m a bit stuck with it now, but I don’t mind it. There are worse nicknames that come from Elizabeth. I used to go by Fiona online; I’ve always been fond of that one. 

7. What is something you’re currently learning?

OOF, what a good question. I sorta blanked on this at first, and my first thought was uhhhh learning how to cope with my OCD??? I’m doing exposure therapy right now, ish. Emphasis on the ish. Also mindfulness. Does that really even count? I started a beginner’s knitting project several months ago that I never finished, does that count? (I just need to seam it, that’s what I’m putting off. I have knit plenty of scarves; however, this is my first hat.) I’m sort of teaching myself ukulele although I haven’t really learned any new chords or songs in awhile. I would very much like to take more photography classes with a focus on wildlife photography. That involves buying a new camera and... signing up for classes. 

Question Set 2

1. What is a detail in a piece of art/a text that you like that you really admire?

This was very difficult, at first because it was like looking at a bin full of loose things and just seeing an assortment of color and being overwhelmed by it all, and then because once I did start digging around, I kept finding different ideas and it was too hard too choose.

Character-building: In the A Song of Ice and Fire series, when Arya starts working for the House of Black and White, Martin stops using the name “Arya” as she dons different identities. For example, he uses “Cat” for a bit, among other names. It shows she’s trying to be someone else, but the caveat is that there are still little mannerisms and such that show she hasn’t really left Arya behind (I think maybe she bites her lip or something? I don’t remember specific examples because it’s been over 5 years since I read these books, but I do remember really appreciating the general technique at the time). 

Music: In The Beatles’ “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)” I love those repeated arpeggios, over and over, building, intensifying, as the white noise comes in and you can just feel the heaviness of desire, of want... (and then I love how it just breaks so suddenly! And I know it wouldn’t have been intended this way because that’s the end of side one, but since I listen to the whole album on spotify, then those bright chords of “Here Comes the Sun” come in and god Abbey Road is the best Beatles album)

Writing: the poetry of Florence + The Machine’s “All This and Heaven Too,” obviously, since literally the title of my blog comes from that. I’d quote that whole song honestly. There’s something that speaks to me about the incapability of language to fully encompass just... everything. I mean, love in specific here, but also just everything. Words are just these little boats we put meaning on and we hope they make it to the other side but everyone takes ‘em a little differently. 

Like, look at this: 

And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how 

And this: 

Words were never so useful So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before

Anyways, there’s also something just incredibly soothing about the music, too, and how she sings the song. There’s another line, from Sara Bareilles’ “Miss Simone” that goes “How does she know what a heart sounds like?” which pretty much sums up how I feel about “All This and Heaven Too” (and also many of Sara Bareilles’ song, especially that particular album, but I digress).

Anyways I did have some art examples, but I think I’ve rambled long enough.

2. Is there an idea that you really liked but had to discard because you couldn’t get it to work?

If I really like an idea, I don’t really “discard” it so much as put it on the shelf to attempt later. Out of recent fic ideas, I’ve really struggled with “How to Lose a Spy in 10 Days.” I first thought of this in late spring 2017, and for awhile I couldn’t stop thinking about it, but I was working on Whatever I Do at the time, and wanted to wait before starting another WIP. By the time I got to writing this, the inspiration well had sort of dried up. 

I really like the idea of a fun cat-and-mouse rom-com idea where Jyn and Cassian keep outsmarting each other, with a whole lot of competency kink, some “oh shit we actually work well together!” and maybe some battle couple. And I was really looking forward to both the moment when they both finally let their guards down around each other and the big confrontation when they actually find out each other’s identities. But it involved more mission writing than I was prepared for, and I really struggled with it. I think I need to start over but that involves a lot of working, so it’s unfortunately shelved for now, and I’m working on a “You’ve Got Mail” concept instead.

3. Is there something fandom-related you would like to be able to do (i.e. I’d like to be able to make gif sets but can’t)?

Oh, yes, absolutely! Really anything that’s not writing related, lol. Gif sets, art, etc. But most of all, I have a music video idea for the song “So Close” from Enchanted--like I have a whole story board plotted out in a google doc. But I don’t have any video editing software, don’t even know how you get the scenes for a music video, etc. I have made videos before, but not since high school, and I don’t even have the cheap, basic video editing program I used back then. Sometimes I think I should just attempt make a gif set instead, but there are so many lyrics! and scenes that go with the lyrics! that I don’t know how to consolidate it into that format anyways. 

4. What is a skill you’ve acquired through fandom work?

Hmm, this was tough. I’m going to say HTML. I’m not up-to-date on webdesign at all, but back in my early fandom days, I ran a few fansites. I still sometimes use HTML while leaving comments or to edit posts on dreamwidth or w/e. It’s super basic, but it has helped me at work at a variety of jobs. I take it for granted that people my age should know basic HTML, but a lot of them don’t, and then a lot of people I work with now are older and definitely not tech savvy. 

5. Do you think anyone can learn to create great art, or does it take talent?

Well, I’m going to cheat a little. I do think think that anyone can learn to create great art, but I also think that everyone has a talent at something, and part of learning to create great art is recognizing your skill sets and honing those. If that makes sense? I’ve sort of seen both sides to this. I’ve seen naturally talented people create great things, but I also think that they’re probably cheating themselves if they’re not learning and honing their craft and trying to get better. But I’ve also seen people who started out making things that maybe you wouldn’t call great, but they worked hard over and over again, and looking at their work now, you’d say they were talented without ever knowing the difference. Great art = talent + learning + passion. Did that even answer the question? ...moving on

6. Do you prefer AUs or in-universe? Why?

I prefer to write in-universe, for sure. I find modern AUs more challenging, mostly because--and I feel kinda bad saying this--it’s very difficult for me to tap into Jyn and Cassian’s characters without some kind of tragic background. Their experiences and how they coped with them shape their personalities, and it’s really hard to separate them from those. My WWII was easier because, hey, it’s war, not so different from in-verse. But I initially tried to write Learning Curve in a modern AU and I was just totally bored. Putting it in universe made it more interesting to me, especially having to finagle a happier plot inverse. IDK, it might even be that I generally struggle to make up any conflict in modern AUs that feels interesting.

THAT SAID, lol, I definitely read either. So it’s probably strange for me to be hung up on it because I’ve read nice fluffy modern AUs and found them perfectly engaging.

Tagging: @theputterer, @magalis, @allatariel, @mythologicalmango, @threadsketchier  MY USUAL DISCLAIMER APPLIES: no pressure if you just don’t wanna, AND if anyone sees this and was like “aw hey i wish she’d tagged ME” well guess what, I wish I did too! so go ahead and do it and let me know and then i’ll know to tag you next time, too :-) 

Questions:

When you suffer a setback or a series of setbacks when creating (writing, drawing, knitting, any kind of crafty project thing you work on... even work), what are some strategies you use to cope with that stress and move forward?

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to create/make and what did you learn from it?

What part of a bicycle would you be?

What’s a helpful writing (art/crafting/work) technique you’ve learned?

What’s a piece of art that made you see things differently?

You’re a new addition to the crayon box. What color would you be and why?

What was the last board game you played and what did you like or not like about it?

*sorry these came out rather writer heavy!

#about me #tag meme

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Title: Start of Something New Chapter 5 Pairing:  Todomomo, side Kamijirou Rating: T Word Count:  3,513 Summary: Momo is thrilled to be spending her winter break on her family ski vacation. Even though she’s anxious about graduating in the spring, she’ll have time to relax, enjoy the slopes and hang out with her best friend. Shouto is not thrilled to be stuck with his father for the entirety of his winter break. It’s anything but a vacation. Even with his siblings there, everything reminds him of his past and he just wants to get back to finishing school and moving on. When the two continuously run into each other at the lodge, both of them realize their vacations aren’t going to be what either of them expected. Read on AO3 Thanks to @liziscribbles  and @its-love-u-asshole for reading this ahead! Full fic under cut!

At the bottom of the hill, Kyouka waited with a look of pure shock on her face. Momo skiing down next to Todoroki was most likely surprising for the girl, and Momo giggled internally. When Kyouka found out why, she probably would be even more confused.

"Yaomomo! What happened?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Todoroki and I ran into each other. Quite literally."

"I wanted to make sure she was okay, her forehead is bleeding."

"Wait, WHAT!?" Kyouka yelled and pushed herself forward to look at Momo's face. "How fast were you two going?!"

"Not very, thankfully," Momo said. "I told him I would be fine, but he insisted..."

"Good! He should have if he ran into you!" Kyouka scoffed, leaning forward on her poles. "C'mon, let's get you to the first-aid station."

The three of them slowly skied to the other side of the basin, popping their skis off to head into the tent. "Go take a seat, I'll grab a band-aid," Todoroki said softly, and Momo nodded.

Sitting down at the first-aid station, she couldn't stop blushing as she watched Todoroki explain what happened.

"So, you literally ran into him, hm?" Kyouka smirked, gently bumping her hip against Momo's side. "Is this some kind of extreme flirting technique?"

"W-WHAT?!" Momo yelled, and Todoroki turned away from the counter, his brow furrowed in concern. Momo quickly waved her hand, and he turned back to wait for the man to come back with the kit.

Kyouka snorted. "You're so smooth."

"This is coming from the girl who tried to disappear into the couch the other night when Kaminari was around," Momo teased lightly.

"S-Shut up! That was different! I didn't want him to think I was going to keep buying drinks over and over!" she whined. "Stop trying to make this about me. Seriously, what happened?"

"I was trying to cut across to beat you down the hill, and he was coming from a different direction, and we accidentally ran into each other. Honestly, I didn't even know it was him until he took his helmet off and asked if I was okay."

"A likely story..." Kyouka muttered.

"Yaoyorozu," Todoroki's deep tone interrupted their playful banter as he stepped in front of her and knelt down. "I got a band-aid for your head."

"You really didn't have to, I don't think it's bleeding much anymore," she whispered, embarrassed by how close he was. Even Kyouka was silent as she watched him look Momo over.

"Mmm... perhaps," he muttered awkwardly. He brushed his thumb over her forehead, wiping some of the blood away, careful not to smudge it in her hair. "You seem coherent, so you most likely don't have a concussion."

"A-A concussion!?" she gasped. "We didn't run into each other that hard." Her voice felt tight, her heart throbbing as he leaned over to gently place the band-aid on her forehead.

"There," he said, brushing his thumb over it again. "Hopefully it doesn't hurt too much."

"It... doesn't," she whispered. "Thank you." His face was so handsome, smooth skin, beautiful different colored eyes. She wondered how soft his hair would feel if she stroked her fingers through it, or how soft his lips would be if they were to—

"It seems like it's fate. You two keep running into each other. Todoroki was it?" Kyouka asked and Momo practically jolted at the sound, pulled from her internal fantasy. She never usually thought about boys in such a forward way, but... Todoroki was really handsome, on a level Momo had never seen before.

"Yes, Jirou was your name?"

"Mhm," she smiled. "You know, you should come to the pool party Friday night."

Momo froze. Why was Kyouka inviting Todoroki to the pool party?! It was a lodge tradition. During the winter break, they hosted a pool party for the teens staying at the resort. Kyouka and Momo went every year and occasionally, they ran into other friends they knew from the lodge. For some unknown reason, the idea of seeing Todoroki at the pool made Momo blush.

"Pool party?" Todoroki raised his eyebrow in obvious confusion. Momo couldn't help but giggle. To anyone who wasn't used to how the resort worked, a pool party in this weather probably didn't sound very ideal.

"I know it sounds strange, but there's an indoor pool on the second floor of the resort," Momo explained. "There's also an outdoor hot tub!"

"Huh," Todoroki muttered, tapping his finger against his chin. "I do remember my brother saying something about that."

"Yeah," Kyouka nodded. "On the first Friday night of the break, a lot of us gather there," she explained. "You should come!"

Todoroki twisted his lips. "Ah... I don't know if my father's strict schedule will allow me free time on Friday night."

"You could always sneak away!" Kyouka smirked.

"P-Please don't get in trouble, Todoroki!" Momo said, gently nudging Kyouka. "I don't want you to miss out on time with your family."

"I wouldn't mind sneaking away," he said, shrugging. Momo recalled how intense Todoroki's father seemed when she saw the two of them in the parking lot. Maybe Todoroki wanted a break from him. "Can I text you and let you know?" he asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"O-Oh! Of course!" she said, fumbling with her gloves to reach into her own jacket.

"Now you two can run into each other on purpose!" Kyouka smirked. Momo wished her cheeks hadn't heated up so much when Kyouka said that, and she also regretted looking to see how embarrassed Todoroki looked too.

"Probably for the best," Momo whispered, holding her phone up to him. She took his and put her number in, blushing as she did. When was the last time she gave a boy her phone number? She couldn't recall... actually, she couldn't recall ever having such a crush on a boy. It had been awhile.

"I'll message you then."

"Great!" Momo smiled.

"Do you... feel okay?" Todoroki asked, leaning back down towards her.

Momo tilted backwards and immediately grabbed the bench, doing her best not to fall. She hadn't expected him to move in so close, and seeing his beautiful face so near hers again, caught her off guard.

"Y-Yes!" she said.

"You're very flushed," he pointed out.

"Probably just... wind burn..." she muttered. Was that even a thing? She swallowed and nodded. "S-Seriously I'm okay."

"Ah... right," he said, pulling back, as if he too finally realized how close he was. "I probably should find my family. The last thing I need is my father thinking I ditched them," he sighed. "I'll text you."

"Right!" Momo smiled. "Have fun! Hope to see you again soon."

"With our luck, I'm sure we will run into each other again," Todoroki said, a small smile pulling across his cheeks as he made his way out of the tent.

Letting out a long sigh, Momo deflated against the bench. She could practically hear Kyouka smirking next to her.

"Someone has a crush," she teased, her voice playfully singsong.

"N-No! He was just... nice."

"And handsome," Kyouka snorted. "Your face was as red as your jacket!"

"He was so close! I would be flustered if you got that close to me too!" she exclaimed, trying so hard not to admit to what was ultimately the truth. "Besides... I don't know much about him! How can I have a crush on him when I barely know him?!" she breathed out. Momo didn't consider herself to be a shallow person. Todoroki was very handsome, yes, but she didn't know much of his personality. He seemed quiet, but also polite?

"He skied down with you to make sure you were okay, when all you had was a tiny cut on your forehead. That was pretty nice of him," Kyouka shrugged. "I think you're thinking too much about this. I've never seen you so flustered! If you like him, you like him!"

Momo sighed, looking up at her best friend. "I'll admit I may have a tiny crush on Todoroki, if you admit that you have a crush on Kaminari."

"I don't have a crush on that snowboarder!" she wrinkled her nose.

"So we're in agreement then!" Momo nodded. "I don't have a crush on Todoroki, and you don't have a crush on Kaminari."

"I don't know how the two are related..." Kyouka grumbled, keeping her arms folded over her chest.

"Sorry Kyouka," Momo giggled softly, standing back up. "I think it's time we get back out on the slopes. We can get a few more runs in today."

"Are you crazy? You literally ran into someone and you want to go back up?" Kyouka asked, following Momo out of the tent.

"I don't see why not!" Momo shrugged. "I'm not seriously injured. You and Todoroki worry far too much."

"I thought you didn't know him well," Kyouka teased.

"I-I mean... I'm just assuming... based on how he was acting..."

"Sure..." Kyouka smirked, pulling her goggles down over her eyes as she grabbed her skis. "Fine, we can do a few more runs before we call it a day. But if you hit anyone else, it's all over."

"Okay," Momo giggled. "I promise I'll be careful. This is so strange, normally I'm always fussing over you to make sure you're careful."

"I know," Kyouka said. "Now you know how I feel when you freak out about silly things."

Momo laughed, following her friend to the chairlift. Her phone felt heavy in her pocket, and she wondered if it would be okay to text Todoroki now she had his number. She wanted to thank him later for being so kind.

~~

Finding his family later was unpleasant to say the least.

"Shouto. You cannot leave the group and expect me to come after you." Enji glared, all of them standing at the base of the mountain.

He apologized, though he muttered it angrily under his breath. "There was an incident."

"I don't care what it was. We're on a family vacation. We're supposed to be spending this time together. Even Natsuo hasn't run off on his own," Enji scoffed.

"A girl was hurt," Shouto continued.

"I'm tired of your excuses, Shouto. Here I thought you would be happy to be skiing again," he replied flatly, making his way back towards the chairlift. "We'll get a few more runs in today."

Shouto was quiet for the rest of their skiing time. He stayed close to his father, not wanting to lose them again in case Enji started yelling at him over nothing. Instead, he let his mind wander as he slowly moved down the mountain. He felt guilty for running into Yaoyorozu, literally, and he wondered if she was okay. He would have to text her later and ask, just to be sure.

When the last chairlift closed, Enji popped off his skis, slinging them over his shoulder. "Meet me at the hot tub in 30 minutes. We can relax before we eat dinner tonight," he said bluntly, walking towards the lodge.

Shouto sighed, following after him as they split off to head to their respective rooms. He couldn't begin to imagine sneaking off and getting away with it.

"So," Natsuo said, leaning against the elevator wall. "What the hell really happened to you?"

"I ran into the girl from the cafe," Shouto said, re-explaining what had happened.

"Oh, ho, ho! A hot date! My little bro, sneaking away for some time with his new girlfriend!" Natsuo teased.

Shouto rolled his eyes, stepping out of the elevator as he walked towards their room. The last thing he wanted to do was to spur Natsuo on with this. If he found out about the pool party, his brother was certain to never let it go.

"No. I literally ran into her. We skied into each other."

"Ouch!" Natsuo winced. "Not a good way to start off a relationship."

"We're not—!" he growled and stopped in front of the door, opening it with his key. He placed his skis down by the side of the door and pulled off his jacket. "It was a legitimate accident. She's fine, but I wanted to check."

"Dad was pretty pissed," Natsuo muttered, following suit.

"...I'm not surprised."

Shouto wasn’t looking forward to spending time with his father when he was in a bad mood. The man loved being in the hot tub, but with how angry he was, he doubted it would fix his frustration. However, sitting in the hot tub was the part of skiing Enji was best at, and Shouto didn't feel like sitting in the hot water, becoming a prune while his father lectured him.

He and Natsuo changed, grabbing their towels as they made their way down to the second floor. They stepped into the locker room, heading out to the pool area. So, this is where the party would be on Friday night...

Shouto was hit with the smell of chlorine, which completely saturated the air. The room was a bit stuffy and damp from the hot water. There were two large pools, one in the shape of a large eight, the other a lap pool. There was a sauna on the other side of the large room, and out the back door, there was a small pathway that led to the outdoor hot tub.

The two boys made their way outside, and Shouto shivered. The cold pressed against his feet, a chill running up his spine as the cool air hit his bare chest.

"DAMN IT'S COLD!" Natsuo yelled, and immediately dashed up the small stairs into the hot tub, splashing their father as he did.

"There's no need to cause a scene, Natsuo," Enji scoffed. He sat in the hot tub looking... all kinds of unhappy. His lips were curled into a frown, his arms folded over his chest. Shouto would never have guessed this was his father's favorite part of the day.

Shouto walked across the floor and stepped into the hot tub, slowly sinking into the water. It was warm and it made his body relax immediately. He hadn't been hurt when he ran into Momo, but his leg muscles felt tight after having not skied for many years.

He looked at the mountain directly in front of them, the chairlifts all frozen, stopped until they would begin their work again in the morning. The view was incredible, the sky a grayish white against the snowy green mountain. His mother would've loved this, and maybe his father wouldn't have looked so grouchy all the damn time.

"Hello!" Fuyumi's soft voice called out as she stepped into the water, wrapping her arms around her bare stomach. "That short walk to the tub sure is cold," she giggled.

"You should've seen Natsuo," Shouto smirked.

"Oi! Shut up! I thought my nipples were going to fall off!" he said, flicking water at Shouto.

"Ew..." Fuyumi groaned.

"Natsuo... don't splash. You're not a child,” Enji scolded.

"Right..." Natsuo sighed, and the hot tub went quiet. Why did his father always have to make things awkward? Natsuo wasn't any better, but at least he was trying to have a good time.

Suddenly, the water felt far too hot... like Shouto's entire body would go up in flames. At least he would be away from the awkward silence.

"Father," he began, his voice sounded foreign against the gentle bubbling of the water.

"Yes, Shouto?"

"What are we doing on Friday evening?" he asked.

"Oooo... " Natsuo hummed softly. "Shouto wants to go on a date with that girl!"

"What? No!" Shouto hissed, glaring at Natsuo. He specifically asked Natsuo not to mention her around their father. As if he realized his error, he quickly covered his mouth.

"What girl?" Enji asked, raising his eyebrow. "You know we've discussed how I feel about distractions from your studies."

"C'mon Dad!" Natsuo chuckled softly. "We're on vacation! Let Shouto have a little break"

"You would know plenty about taking breaks, wouldn't you Natsuo?" Enji snapped. Natsuo had never taken to the rigorous studying their father attempted to push on him, and Enji never wanted to let it go.

Natsuo sighed. "Whatever. It's not like he can study here anyway."

Fuyumi glanced down, looking uncomfortable with the argument.

Shouto bit his lip, turning away from his siblings. "It's the girl I ran into today. She's not a distraction, Father," he explained. "I don't even know her."

"Mmm..." Enji's eyes narrowed as he looked at his son. "Right. Well, what about Friday?"

"There is a pool party here, for the teens staying at the lodge," Shouto began.

"Damn, that sounds awesome! I wanna go!" Natsuo cheered.

"And you'd rather go to that then spend time with your family?"

"That's not what I meant," Shouto mumbled.

"There's no need for any of you to go to these parties," Enji scoffed. "We'll be having dinner on Friday and then we can... have a game night," he said.

Shouto furrowed his brow. The idea of his father engaging in a game night was a strange concept. His mother used to love playing cards and board games with them, but Enji rarely participated. "Alright then," he sighed.

"I didn't take you on this vacation so you could run off and find a girlfriend!" Enji's hissed. "I expect you to spend time with us."

"Yes, Father," Shouto muttered. So much for that.

They sat in silence for what felt like forever. Natsuo swayed his finger around, touching the surface of the water. Fuyumi was staring at the mountain, the cold breeze brushing her white and red hair against her cheek. Shouto wondered how Fuyumi was feeling. She hadn't said much, and unlike Natsuo, she wasn't as vocal when she was feeling down, often acting as the glue to their broken family.

They were supposed to skate together at some point, maybe Shouto would ask her then.

Enji stood up with a large grunt, the water splashing with the movement of his body. "It's time to get ready for dinner. I'll meet you in the lobby in an hour. Do not be late this time, boys," he stated, stepping out of the hot tub.

"Right-o," Natsuo said, trying to hide the frustration in his tone.

They headed back to the room in silence. Shocking, that even Natsuo would stay silent. Maybe he finally came to the realization that this trip was not going to be fun, no matter what he tried to do.

"Hey, sorry, uh, about your party and blurting out stuff about your girl," Natsuo said softly. Standing in their bedroom, he rubbed his hand against the side of the bed looking guilty.

"It doesn't matter. He never would've said yes to the party." Shouto hung his towel on the closet door.

"Well, maybe we can sneak away!"

"And leave Fuyumi alone?"

"Yeah, that would be pretty mean..." Natsuo tapped his chin.

"It's fine," Shouto said. He never expected this trip to be fun, and even with the unexpected meeting of Yaoyorozu Momo, he didn't think anything would actually change.

"Yeah... I'll, uh, shower first," Natsuo said. Grabbing his towel, he headed into the bathroom, leaving Shouto with a moment of silent reprieve.

Until his phone lit up, buzzing against his bed.

 1 New Message from: Yaoyorozu Momo

His heart sank. He would have to tell her he couldn't come to the party, and for some reason that really disappointed him. He wanted to spend more time with her. She was so kind, beautiful, and he wanted to talk to her about so much more, a rare desire for Shouto. He never wanted to know more about people. But with Yaoyorozu, he wanted to know what she enjoyed, what she wanted to study, if she had any other hobbies besides skiing.

He imagined spending time with her in the pool, her long dark hair, wet, draped around her shoulders, and she probably would be wearing a cute bathing suit—

He shook his head. There was no need to think about such things, especially since he wasn't going.

[Text from: Yaoyorozu Momo]: Hello Todoroki! I hope you don't mind me messaging you. I wished to thank you for all your help this afternoon. I apologize again for running into you. Hope to see you again soon!

She was so cheerful and positive, the energy even radiated from the message. He sighed, running his hand down his face.

[Text to: Yaoyorozu Momo]: Hello Yaoyorozu. I hope you are feeling okay. I was glad to help. I also apologize for running into you. Unfortunately, I don't think my father is going to let me get out of our family activities, so I won't make it to the party. Thank you for inviting me.

He put his phone back down, not wanting to look at whatever she responded, if she even responded.

This was why he often chose to stay away from people. It was too difficult, having to constantly let them down.

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #BNHA #boku no hero academia #jirou kyouka #todofam #ski lodge au #no quirks

[mysticsparklewings]

The Intrigue (Brush Marker Test)

So per my poll from a few days ago, the first of my drawings made testing new supplies going up is this one! Thanks to a ton of stuff getting the glorious "Clearance" tags and stickers at my local Michaels, I finally got my hands on a 6-set of Spectrum Noir Illustrator markers, which I've been wanted to try for a long time, and thanks to a well-timed sale, I also finally got my hands on four sets of 6 and a 2-pack of the Winsor and Newton Brushmarkers that I've been wanting to try for an equally long time. I decided to put the two different kinds of markers together for this test because even with 26 markers by Winsor and Newton, I felt I was still lacking just enough colors to get a good range to work with, (this is also the reason I usually grab whatever markers from just whatever sets I have when I'm just drawing to make art and not to test specific supplies) and only having 6 Spectrum Noir markers to use...well, that would've made for a very challenging drawing, now wouldn't it? After swatching the markers out, I was really drawn to some of the colors in the Portrait set from Winsor & Newton, and after staring at my options for a while, I felt like drawing a long-haired vampire dude would be fun and get the best use out of the colors I had. So I did I will say that the one major problem I had during this process, and it's actually fairly obvious (although I did choose to accentuate it on the shirt) is that the markers kept smearing my lines. Which is strange and confusing because I used a cobalt Copic Multiliner, which is supposed to be "water and Copic proof." So you'd think since these markers are alcohol-based like Copics, that everything would be okay. Apparently not! My best guess is that this ink (mostly the Winsor and Newton markers; the Spectrum Noir markers seemed to fair a bit better) dries more slowly or has more dye/pigment in it, or something. My original thought was that I had just made some of my lines too thick, but then I had the same problem a couple of times in areas where the lines were thinner/their original weight, so there went that theory. (Although the thicker lines probably didn't help, but I did that before I knew that was going to be a problem and it wasn't like I could suck the pen ink back up to fix it.) Anyway. Other than that, I liked both kinds of markers pretty well. The Winsor and Newton markers remind me a LOT of the Prismacolor Brush Markers, which are actually my favorite of all the alcohol-based markers that I've tried. Other than visual differences between markers, and the Prismacolor markers having a brush tip and bullet tip while the W&N markers have a brush tip and chisel tip, the main thing is the tips of the W&N markers are a tiny bit softer than the Prismas, and the Prismacolor markers have slightly more friction on the paper; they "stick" a bit more, but it's a very very veeeeery subtle difference. My only issue with the Spectrum Noir markers is I'm a little concerned about how long the brush nibs are going to last. They seem like they could be in very early stages of desalinization--a thing that can happen to all alcohol-based markers, including Copics, but tends to happen more commonly in older markers or markers with a very short shelf life just because of the formula used to make the ink. In this case, I'm inclined to believe it's more to do with how long the markers have been sitting in the store, unsold. There was a thin layer of dust across the top of the box, and this was the one set of about five options available that got a clearance sticker. And so, if that is the case, I will forgive it. The other part of the nib problem though is that the nibs do seem pretty spongey/foam-like instead of more of a nylon/silicone feel like Copics or Prismacolor markers have. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it does point to the nibs potentially wearing out more quickly over time and/or with heavy use. I didn't have any issues while swatching or working on this drawing, but I will be exceedingly careful to try and not push my luck going forward, just because I'm a paranoid little potato after the hot mess that was the one set of Artist Loft markers I bothered to pick up. (Those nibs, for context, were awful and have started to collapse with very little use). Other than that, I don't really have much more to comment on. Both markers blend really well, and the Winsor and Newton markers, in particular, seemed to be very forgiving in terms of not being patchy if you laid them down inconsistently, and they soften out to a smooth blend pretty well, especially if you use more of a flicking technique while layering up the colors. The shadows aren't terribly dark in part because I only had so many colors to pick from and also because I am notoriously skittish about accidentally getting my shadows too dark on my alcohol marker pieces anyway. But I think Mr. Vampire here turned out pretty good despite that. I did have to touch up a few colors in Photoshop because my scanner kinda messed them up, but I think that's more user-error and my scanner being finicky than it is any fault of the markers. Speaking of which, I did the soft green background with a Pan Pastel to tie in with the green in his eyes, and the triangle-border thing saw the triangles filled in with some tri-tone pencils (a couple by Koh-i-noor and a couple by Crayola) that I acquired recently. I thought it would breathe a little more life into things, and I think I was right. I think it also ties the otherwise random colors together a little bit more. I added the border at all because I had kinda already decided on the pose I wanted to try for a vampire character, since the kind of character was where my color options led me, and while I could have just left it without, it felt kind of lacking without something to more formally ground the character, and as I said the colors feel a bit random without something to strengthen their presence. Which is ironic because the structure of the border was almost completely random, and yet my brain looks at it and just kind of glosses over that knowledge . Overall, I like the markers and I'm happy without how my tall, pale, and mysterious character turned out. Though for some reason I get "hypnotism" vibes from the final product; I think maybe it's the pose, the nature of triangles, and the seductive part of vampire lore combined that's giving me that impression? I'm not really sure.   He's not terribly original, but I may end up using this character again in the future since I do like his general design so much and how nicely he turned out here, we'll see. ____ Artwork © me, MysticSparkleWings ____ Where to find me & my artwork: My Website | Commission Info + Prices | Ko-Fi | dA Print Shop | RedBubble |   Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram

#winsornewton #winsorandnewton #spectrumnoir #alcoholmarkers #vampire

[winterscaptain]

spitting images. chapter i

Arthur receives a letter. His axis tilts. 

originally posted on ao3 here 

“Arthur!” Tilly called across the camp, running lightly to meet him as he dismounted his horse. She approached him, a few letters in her hand, only a little out of breath. “It was addressed to you. Not Tacitus Kilgore or anything. You.” She passed one of the folded papers to him. “I would make sure you fixed that in your response – Dutch doesn’t want us using our names, you know.”

He nodded gravely. “I know. Thank you, Miss Tilly. I’ll get right on it.”

She smiled widely, and continued on her errand, calling for Micah next, the damned bastard.

Arthur walked purposefully to his tent, where he sat and ripped the fine wax seal on the trifold.

Arthur,

I heard tell of a man in town with your bearing, and I wasn’t sure if it was you, but I had to send this now for fear I would never run into you again.

I think it is very possible that you don’t remember me, but I aided in the birth of Isaac, and I wrote you the letter informing of Eliza’s passing after that terrible day. I know it was not the most traditional union between two people, but I always had faith you loved her and would settle down if you were able to. She was a sister to me, and your son a nephew. I was devastated by their loss, as we all were.

I have learned of a couple things since then that don’t quite add up, and I would like to share them with you. I live in a homestead about 5 miles northwest of Rhodes, between there and Valentine in the Heartlands. Please post your response to the Valentine post office, where I receive my weekly groceries. I anxiously await your response and hope you are well.

Respectfully,

Emma Wilson neé Evans

Arthur folded the letter and heaved a sigh. Between this and Mary, he was sure the women he loved would kill him one day. He scrubbed a hand down his face and tore a page from his journal, quickly jotting a response.

Mrs. Wilson,

Thank you for your letter. I am near Rhodes now and plan to be for some time. In the interest of security, please address letters to a Tacitus Kilgore. I receive mail in Rhodes and Saint Denis.

I will visit within the next week, giving time for you to receive this letter.

Many thanks,

A. Morgan/T. Kilgore

Arthur didn’t have time to beautify it, only to send the immediate details. He trusted Emma would not do anything foolish. If she was anything like Eliza, she would understand his situation easily. He only hoped that was the case. If it wasn’t, well, it wouldn’t be Dutch’s fault that they were moving, this time around.

He folded, addressed, and sealed the envelope with some hot wax from the candle by his bedside. Standing and leaving his tent, he found Mrs. Grimshaw knitting by the fire scowling at Karen, who was crossly picking at faulty stitches. As usual, Karen was in an inappropriate state of undress, her breasts practically hanging out of her slip, with a bottle of rum open next to her. Arthur did his best to avert his eyes, focusing on the always-upright Mrs. Grimshaw.

“Susan, I have a letter to be posted the next time someone goes to town. Would that be too much trouble for one of your ladies to handle?” He offered the folded paper with the barest hint of a smile, hoping at least to warm her sour mood.

Mrs. Grimshaw snatched the letter from Arthur, stuffing it roughly into the bag at her feet. Se didn’t even look at him. He cringed. “I’ll get on it on our next outing if any of them decide to grow a brain between now and then.” She shot another look at Karen, who bit the inside of her cheeks and slunk further into her mending.

Arthur raised his eyebrows before schooling his expression into something warmer, more neutral. “Sure. Thank you, Mrs. Grimshaw. I appreciate it.”

“I’m sure you do.” Her needle stabbed in and out of the yarn.

He suddenly felt bad for Dutch, who'd been on the receiving end of this since for decades. Arthur turned on his heel and left to find Abigail and Jack, down by the river. He caught the eye of Mary-Beth, who was returning with the laundry. She smiled warmly at him, and he gestured purposefully to Mrs. Grimshaw, a meaningful look in his eye. Mary-Beth nodded, and about-faced toward the river once more, in search of another activity to make her look busy.

After a moment, he found Abby and her boy near the water. He watched them from a distance. Abigail knelt beside Jack, her skirts trailing in the mud as she demonstrated how to find a skipping rock and the best way to hold it. She threw a couple herself, staying on Jack’s level as she directed his attention to the way the rocks spun across the water.

Arthur often forgot how young Abigail was. She was a teenager when they’d picked her up.

She’d started to undress quickly taking off her outer frock before turning and shucking his gun belt and satchel from his shoulders. He reached up and stilled her, his hands on his arms. “Just hold on a minute, sit down.”

“Are you serious?” She sat on the edge of the bed, her long braid hanging over her right shoulder. Her round face and kind jaw was cocked to the side, and the corners of her lips turned up. “You paid fifteen dollars.”

Arthur shrugged, letting his coat fall from his shoulders. “Just wanted some company, is all.” He was noncommittal, and Abigail snorted. Who was this guy? Who pays for a prostitute and then doesn’t use her?

“Quite the gentleman then, alright.” Her mouth quirked, pursing her lips. Thinking. “What do you do for a living, Tacitus?” If he wasn’t going to unpack her, she would unpack him.

Arthur rolled his eyes. “That’s not really my name, you know.” He tossed his coat on the back of the chair in the corner.

“Oh, I know. Nobody’s got a name like that.” She laughed.  Abigail had seen her share of outlaws and men who lived in sin. In fact, they were her primary customers.

Her laugh made his chest warm. He suddenly remembered Eliza, the way she looked when she laughed at rowdy saloon patrons. Abigail must have been around her age, maybe sixteen or seventeen at most.

“I’m Arthur.” He offered her a hand. She took it, and he kissed her knuckles.

She looked up at him through her lashes, red from her chest to her ears. “Arthur, could I convince you into anything unsavory?”

He laughed. “Not even a little, Miss Abigail. C’mon. Let’s get some rest. I’m sure you need it. You’re a working woman, after all.”

Not sure if he was teasing her or not, she turned down her corner of the bed and stripped to her underslip (for fun, she reasoned). Abigail was beautiful, but he didn’t make a habit out of sinning with anyone under twenty. Except maybe John. But killing was different.

She turned to face him after the light was out and they were tucked up and warm.

“You’re a good man Arthur. Where you from?”

“Around. You’re welcome to come with if you’d like.”

To his surprise, when he woke up in the morning and she was there, hair up and boots on, she did just that.

The Abigail of today still had a round face, but John’s yearlong “adventure” had worn lines around her mouth and eyes. They hadn’t quite settled in like Arthur’s, and he figured they gave her a stern and distinguished look. However, he was certain she would disagree.

Jack tried his hand at skipping a rock, but it just landed in the water with a hollow plunk. Arthur wandered toward them as Abigail took her son’s hand in hers, giving him scaffolding to find the technique.

That stone managed three skips before it sunk. Arthur crept behind Abigail, reaching for a smooth, flat rock. He weighed it in his hand, and

He threw it, and it skipped six times before sinking. Abigail just about leapt out of her skin. She lost her footing, falling backward into the mud and cursing loudly. She immediately blushed and slapped a hand over her mouth. Her wide eyes stared up at Arthur, and he wasn’t sure if she was pissed or laughing.

Jack collapsed into laughter, and Arthur caught him and hefted him on his shoulders. “Good work, boy. I think you’ve just about got it.”

By the time Jack cooled off, Abby had collected herself, rising from the mud and wiping her hands on her skirt. Mrs. Grimshaw was going to have a field day with that one. It would almost be better to go to the hotel in town and wash it herself, at that point. “You startled me, jackass.” She was still red from neckline to forehead, but her color was returning to normal as she swatted at Arthur’s hunting jacket.

Arthur was still laughing and Abigail continued to beat on his chest, and he felt Jack’s little hands in his too-long hair, holding tight and close to the roots.

“Now you don’t want to yank on the mane, son. You want to just hold on, nice and close to the neck so you can get a good grip without botherin’ too much.”

Jack nodded, his feathery brown hair floating around in the slight breeze. He was three next week, but already becoming a smart and serious boy, far more insightful than Arthur was at thirty. The boy tangled his impossibly small hands into Boadicea’s mane, following Arthur’s instructions exactly.

They were out in the meadow, walking around bareback. Arthur figured it was never too early to get a child on a horse, but he made sure Jack was safe and secure in front, between his legs and literally tied around his waist with a slat of leather. He kept a hand on his chubby thigh the whole time, a grip that was tight and protective without suffocating.

Abigail was watching from a distance, her fingernails worrying her lower lip. She offered a wave when she saw Arthur checking in. He smiled at her.

Boadicea was a good girl, calm and gentle. She and Arthur had a conversation earlier that day, and he was confident she understood the importance of her cargo today. He’d run her across the county tomorrow, but today she was playing babysitter. She seemed to enjoy it alright, remaining patient with Jack as he’d smacked her withers and pulled her hair. She’d even avoided sneezing when his fingers found their way up her nose.

“Well as long as your delicate sensibilities aren’t wilting, I can deal with my son.” Abigail reached up for Jack, but he only leaned further into the back of Arthur’s neck, his hands wandering around to his forehead. “Really? You’re gonna leave me for him now?”

“I can see everything up here,” Jack explained simply. “It’s much better than the ground.”

She couldn’t fault him for that. Her cheerful eyes met Arthur’s warm ones. “Just return him whenever he’s finished. I’ll be avoiding Mrs. Grimshaw if you’re looking for me.”

Arthur smiled. “Sure thing.” He reached out quickly, snagging her sleeve. “I would like to talk to you about something in a while though. When you have ears to yourself.”

She nodded. “Of course. Anything you need.” She slipped her arm out of his grasp and caught his fingers, squeezing twice before letting go.

He returned his hold to Jack’s tiny ankles and returned to camp. He actively avoided Micah, Javier, and Bill, who were all staring at the pair like they’d grown another set of legs, each.

“The way you treat that boy, Morgan, you’d think he was yours,” Bill jabbed at him from across the yard, where Arthur had an infant Jack wrapped in his coat.

He returned the comment with a dark glare. Jack had just fallen asleep, and he was giving Abigail a much-needed hand. They were short a pair of arms, after all.

“You know, he kind of looks like you, Arthur.” Javier, who Arthur hadn’t noticed, leaned on the side of his tent, arms crossed and a smirk on his lips.

Arthur heaved a sigh and chose to ignore them, focusing on the tiny set of fingers that clung tightly to his thumb. Jack’s round lips bobbed up and down while he slept, making little spit bubbles that trailed down his chin. Arthur mopped it up with his shirt. He was glad he wore cotton today. It was the only thing he owned soft enough for Jack’s delicate skin.

“Fooling around with Marston’s girl, weren’t you?” Bill had wandered over, lowly taunting. “I bet that’s why he left. He told me.”

Yeah, sure he did. Arthur slowed his breathing and leaned back against his wagon, firmly planted in his bed. He’d done this with Isaac too, leaning back and sleeping anywhere, not moving too much. Jack hardly stirred in his arms.

“She’s a good fuck, but you and I both know that.” Javier’s crude remark slithered past a shit-eating smirk.

Arthur couldn’t help himself. “Too bad she got sick of you then, you asshole.” It was as low as a growl. He simply couldn’t afford to wake Jack. Not now.

Javier snorted. “C’mon Bill. We’ll never get a rise out of him. He’s too busy with his bastard.”

A well of anger pooled in Arthur’s chest, but he fought it and closed his eyes. A few minutes passed in silence, where the peaceful crackling of the dying fire kept Arthur from leaving Jack in his cot in favor of his hunting knife. Javier and Bill knew where they could stick that. .

He felt the edge of his cot dip, and he cracked an eye. A tearful Abigail was there, wrapped in a blanket. She gave him a watery smile that told him all he needed to know. She’d heard everything. She was puffy, heavy from the weight of her pregnancy and her sorrow.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. She hiccupped and swiped at her eyes.

Arthur shut his eyes again. “Don’t you dare.” He released his thumb from Jack’s grip and extended a hand to her. She held on to it like a lifeline. They fell asleep sitting up, next to each other.

He ran into John on his way to the horses.

“Arthur!” John crowed.

Jack wiggled on his shoulders, and Arthur swung him down, planting him firmly in the dirt. He ran immediately to his father, who picked him up and set him on his hip. “How was your hunting?”

“You’ll put me to shame, so I won’t bother telling you.”

Arthur shrugged. He wasn’t wrong. “Just make sure it all gets to Pearson so he can make something edible.”

“God forbid Abigail gets her hands on it.” John laughed. Jack laughed too, wrinkling his nose. The boy was lucky – he’d only heard tell of his mother’s poor cooking, but he was happy to be in on the joke.

Arthur checked his pocket watch. The sun would set soon, but Karen and Mary-Beth were headed into town with Charles, his letter with them. They would likely be back before dark. He would set out at the end of the week for Emma’s home. He was more anxious by the moment for what he would find waiting there.

He returned to the fire, where Javier had retired with his guitar. He hummed softly as he absentmindedly sung. Micah sat with his blade, picking at the dirt under his fingernails. Arthur hoped the blade slipped one of this days, leaving him without a hand, the bastard.

Arthur took up the last unoccupied log, closest to Dutch’s tent, where he was likely reading aloud to Molly. He was relieved the fighting between them had reached a cease-fire. God, it was incessant.

“I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong!” Molly’s lilt was tinged with indignation, and Arthur could tell this was more than a lover’s quarrel, something he wasn’t meant to hear.

“I’m not sure you’ve done anything wrong, Molly. I do not know what to tell you.” Dutch sounded exhausted.

“The women – they don’t like me.”

“I cannot help you with that.”

Dutch left the tent, then, and Arthur made himself busy at the ledger, ordering a few provisions for the next trip into town.

“Arthur.” Dutch greeted him. He lit a cigar and puffed on it, pensive.

Arthur nodded politely. “Dutch.” He sniffed. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, Arthur. You know women.”

Arthur snorted, and gave Dutch a nod. Arthur was sure he knew women, but he wasn’t sure Dutch did.

John and Abigail joined them a while later after Jack had gone to bed. Their arms swung as they walked hand-in-hand. Arthur threw a pebble at Bill’s feet when he caught him staring.

They joined Arthur on the far log. Abigail leaned heavily on him, one hand wrapped in her shawl and the other in John’s lap, her fingers laced in his. John’s eyes were heavy, and soon he was laying on his back, his head in Abigail’s lap, his eyes opening and closing every few minutes. He’d always reminded Arthur of a big cat, watchful and often lazy in the face of a heat source.

Hosea was wrapping up his final story. The crowd had dwindled and the errand-runners were home and sleeping. Abigail was snoozing lightly on Arthur’s shoulder. John rose and stretched, kissing Abigail on the temple before leaving for his tent.  

“And that’s when I knew Dutch had my favorite wallet,” Hosea concluded, his hands out in an extended shrug. “The rest is history.”

Arthur chuckled. He’d heard the story about a million times, but somehow it always pulled a laugh from him. Abigail stirred as the rest of the gang went to bed. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her hair fell into her face, and it struck him again how young she was. She smiled sleepily at him.

“What did you want to talk about, Arthur darlin'?” Her voice was soft and tired with disuse. She hadn’t breathed a word since she sat down.

He couldn’t believe her. “You didn’t have to stay up for that.”

Her brow furrowed. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”  

She was a marvel. He’d said it before and he’d say it again. Marston was a damned fool if he didn’t understand how lucky he was. “Jus’ figured you might want to get some sleep, is all.”

She patted his hand. “Sleep can wait. What’s on your mind?” He recognized the briskness that returned to her tone. She was ready to listen, even if he wasn’t necessarily ready to tell.

“I got a letter today.” He pulled the letter in question out of his coat and passed it to her. She unfolded it carefully and watched her read it in silence. She squinted at it in the dark, but the fire gave enough light to see. “I can’t seem to make heads or tails of it.”

Halfway through, he realized with a pang of panic that he’d never told her about Isaac. Only ever Eliza. She was his best friend and she had no idea. Shit.

She looked up at him after a long while in silence. He was very focused on one of his cuticles, and Abigail had to search for his eyes.

“Your boy…what happened to him?” Her voice was naught but a whisper.

He swallowed thickly. “He passed with her – Eliza. Shot and killed for ten dollars and a couple of furs.”

Her soft gasp was an avalanche to his ears. “Oh, Arthur…” She trailed off. If he had a dime…

He felt he owed her an explanation. “I visited every couple months, to check in and see how they were getting on. I was too late.” His confession grew softer, as he continued. Abigail leaned forward, listening with the attention of a churchgoer. “I found two crosses in the yard the last time I returned.”

Abigail searched for his hand and finding it, gripped it as if she would never let go. “Christ in Heaven.” She shook her head, numb with the revelation. “When was this?”

“About ten years ago. I met her when I was about twenty or so. I’d been running with Dutch a couple years and couldn’t be with her proper.” Arthur sniffed, the cold air getting to him.

Abigail looped her arm through his, tracing the back of his hand with her finger, drawing patterns and swirls. “Was this before Mary?”

Arthur nodded. “A few years at least. I wasn’t ready to be married yet, or a father, or anything like that.” He stared into the fire. “With Mary, though, I was ready for a lot of that.”

“You think you’d wanna get married someday?” She propped herself on her arm and gazed at him, adoring.

Arthur turned to face her, touching her cheek. “Maybe. I gotta talk with Dutch. I’m not sure I can much get out of this business now that I’m in it.”

Eliza sighed. “It sounds so glamorous.”

He laughed through his nose. “Not even a little.”

“Really? Not even a little?” She wrinkled her nose and brought her hand to his face, drawing circles around the scar on his chin. “It looks good on you.”

“Well, that’s the problem, seeing as I don’t look good much at all.”

Eliza giggled, tucking herself into him. “Well then, my darling. Just let me know if you ever change your mind. I’ll be here, doing just fine with or without you.”

Arthur kissed her hair, breathing her in deep. “You’ll be the first to know.” He thought for a moment. “I want to get to know the boy as best I can.”

“Oh don’t worry about that.” She shuffled closer to his chest, tilting her head up to kiss his collarbone. “Isaac loves you more and more every time he sees you. You’re his pa. I tell him all the time.”

Sighing, he rolled onto his back, capturing her in his arms and holding her close. “You are a fool, Eliza.”

“Not as big’a one as you, Arthur.”

“What are you gonna do?” Abigail jolted him back to the present, her warm eyes seeking his.

“I dunno. I gotta go see what the fuss is about, I guess. Emma wouldn’t write if it wasn’t important. So I guess it’s important.” He found his head shaking without realizing.

Abigail huffed. “I guess so.” They were quiet for a moment. “Let me know if I can send John with you when you go.”

“I never said I was going.”

“You silly, silly man.” She stood, and kissed his knuckles where the skin was still split from a tiff with Micah last week. “You didn’t have to.”

#rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #abigail roberts #abigail marston #love my boy john marston #red dead redemption 2 #tali writes #this is okay to reblog! #i need constant affirmation and attention so dont forget to smash that like button and subscribe below lmao

[gregellner]

Cover by Jenny Frison.

Today I’ll be reviewing the complete four-issue limited series “Year One” style story for Cassandra “Cassie” Hack, the protagonist of “Hack/Slash,” titled “Hack/Slash: My First Maniac.” It is written by Tim Seeley, with artwork by Daniel Leister, colors by Mark Englert, and letters by Crank!, all published by Image Comics (@imagecomics) as the first of the “Hack/Slash” properties to be published there before they took up the second ongoing series.

As a warning, this review is also an analysis, and so will include spoilers regarding this arc and major developments therein.

Throughout “My First Maniac,” Tim Seeley’s word choice rules the day, showcasing changing scenarios through repetition of common lines that have small, significant variations. Particularly in the first issue, there are intense parallels during the last two days that Cassie spent in her Wisconsin hometown, with her survivor’s guilt and vulnerability contrasting against her utter viciousness on her last day, figuring out how to use her “otherness” to make others afraid of her. On a similar note, the repeated use of certain phrases such as “come home” and similar words helps to add on to how alone Ms. Hack really feels and how she does, deep down, wish she could be at home again, but can’t seem to allow that for herself, a recurring struggle for her throughout her slasher slayer career.

Repetition also continues through events, such as the aforementioned last two days and her feelings about firearms. While Hack was at first upset and in shock over shooting her mother after she had become a slasher, noting that the gun felt heavy in her hands, her almost casual execution of the slasher she set out to hunt in this arc and intentional use of the gun she had actually demanded from someone else gives a look at how far she has delved into her killer lifestyle.

Religion, in particular Christianity, gets some mention, and acts as a contrast to the slashers themselves. Seeing as Cassie doesn’t know much about them (and won’t know much at all beyond the basics for years), she equates their ability to rise from the dead by sheer hatred as a kind of opposite number to Jesus of Nazareth, albeit not an actual antichrist. “The Bible says Jesus Christ died for our sins and returned to show his love. What about those who died for their own sins and returned to show their hate?” While this connection isn’t really all that important, it helps to tie readers in to the story, given a common perspective that many are at least familiar with on a cursory level.

Tim Seeley has long proposed that all of the famous slasher film franchises (and a few horror comic series) take place within the same world and share that world with “Hack/Slash,” with crossovers including “Hack/Slash vs. Chucky” (Child’s Play after Seed of Chucky), “Cassie and Vlad meet the Re-Animator” (Re-Animator), and “Hatchet/Slash” (Hatchet) alongside other more subdued connections or offhand references. In this limited series, Cassie’s original research into slashers includes direct mentions of the actions of Freddy Kreuger of A Nightmare on Elm Street (“a man who kills in dreams in Ohio”), Michael Myers of Halloween (“a masked maniac who terrorizes a small town on Halloween”), and Jason Voorhees of Friday the 13th (“a camp plagued for thirty years by a psycho who won’t die”) who, though already mentioned to exist within the world by Charles Lee “Chucky” Ray in his one-shot story, are still a nice treat for readers.

As a fun little note, Delilah Hack’s year of death is mentioned on her tombstone as 2004, the same year that the original “Hack/Slash” story, “Euthanized,” was published, and therefore probably the same year that this story takes place.

“My First Maniac” is, at its core, a tragedy. Cassie Hack wants a normal life, and by right, probably would have had one, albeit one filled with bullying, in most other circumstances. But with her life’s path and her survivor’s guilt, any hope for a happy life is mercilessly, repeatedly dashed, and she isn’t the only one to whom this genre applies.

First, let’s look to the case of Cassie herself. From the outset, re-killing her undead mother has irrevocably changed her life, leading her down a dark path that results in running away from the loving foster care of Shannon and Karen Moore. As she starts to develop a new, real life for herself in Buffalo Center, Iowa, over the course of her first intentional slasher hunt, she actually seems to be happy, or at least give the idea of possibly becoming happier with time. She develops friends, and seems on the road to becoming better again after her violent turn in Wisconsin. Then, of course, things go horribly wrong, as becomes a pattern for her life from then on.

On the other hand, we have the supporting cast and even the villains. The Moores just wanted to help Cassie, but her self-given mission had consumed her to such a degree that any happiness would be impossible. Sarah Bunn and her boyfriend Kelsey each have a tragic tale, each a victim of the slasher of the story in their own way. Cassie even identifies them as a “free-spirited girl with a dark secret” and a “genuine good guy” respectively, acknowledging that they also were suffering from tragedy much as she was in their own ways. Even the slasher was in his own way a victim, though not as sympathetic. He was murdered in a rage, but his actions in life were not kind either, so there is less sympathy afforded to him.

A major part of “My First Maniac” is not just the case itself, but how Cassie Hack evolves from a relatively innocent girl into… well, kind of a sociopathic girl with intense post-traumatic stress disorder. By the end of the arc, she even claims that “Cassie Hack, teenage girl” is dead.

The majority of the symptoms of her disorder do not come into play during the limited series (having apparently been developed gradually in the months since), but her increased aggression is definitely important. Over the course of a single day, perhaps two, Cassie Hack goes from reluctantly shooting her mother to death in order to save someone’s life, to experiencing such severe survivor’s guilt that she feels she deserves the beating that a trio of bullies led by group alpha Rhianna Stegman are giving her, to beating Stegman to within an inch of her life with her bare hands the next day and threatening to murder her if she ever tried again. Even more, that very night she threatened her foster father’s life with a knife in his bed to keep him from following her as she ran away, further showing that she is seriously unwell. The speed with which she shifts from a shy, bullied girl to making death threats and physical assault demonstrate a thoroughly fractured mind, one that will only get worse as years of hunting take their toll.

On another note, it is important to be aware that while Cassie is a huntress of monsters, she is not a good person on her own. When she witnesses Jay and Ludo beating up a homosexual student outside of Club Fuzz after work, she almost doesn’t help at all on account of them not being her prey and her not being a hero, only actually getting involved when the odds are obviously in her favor once Kelsey and Sarah jumped in. Part of this relates to how she feels she can’t have anyone to care about, seeing any attachments as collateral in her hunt that she cannot afford (something that takes years for her to grasp is not necessarily the case, and never really leaves her mindset altogether), but another is the fact that she is so obsessed with her mission that she has faith in nothing else at all and makes attempts to refuse any other ways to help.

Even with her increasingly hardened exterior, there is still a sheltered, hidden part of Cassie Hack that is still that flustered, shy, teenage girl who ran away from home. Being the center of attention and attracting compliments leaves her very shy, with her new goth wardrobe breaking her out of her intense focus when people bring up how good she looks. Furthermore, when someone actually tells her she is a cool girl, she is overjoyed, actually writing it down in her diary with her feet up and crossed like a guy she likes noticed her.

Daniel Leister’s artwork is amazingly done, and in two different, but similar styles. On the one hand, we have the present day storyline, with realistic, well-detailed faces and scenes, the emotion clear on everyone’s faces (especially important for this particular slasher). Blood and guts are in horrific, terrifying detail through which Leister considers the amount of time that has passed since the blood has spilled, ranging from a general stain to caked on gore or bruises to a smear to a bloody, oozing wound. Water is shown in detail as well, with sweat and splashes helping to showcase effort in a way that many other artists might overlook.

On the other hand, the tellings of the tale of the slasher threat are somewhat more simplistic in nature, with flatter artwork that somehow works very well regardless, playing off in a way that is not unlike the works of Jack Kirby. In fact, the artwork even utilizes his famous “Kirby dot” technique!

On the whole, it is very well put together in some of the best art on “Hack/Slash” in general (not to put down any of the other phenomenal artists either).

The issue would be incomplete without Mark Englert’s coloring. Darkness and light, across different times of day, different ages of bruising, or even different styles of artwork help to make the entire story feel like a classic slasher movie, even as it is clearly something different.

The coloring of blood and gore is particularly well handled, as each of these elements has a weight to them, with light and shadow playing across them to showcase the amount of blood spilled or the fact that a blood stain may just be a single layer, whether a minor smear on clothing or skin. By using that kind of detail, readers are made aware of how fresh, how wet, a wound really is at any particular moment.

Together, this four-issue series is put together wonderfully, with the masterful writing, excellent illustrations, and disturbingly realistic coloring working together to make yet another piece of the amazing “Hack/Slash” epic.

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((not my art, that was done by the wonderful, and lovely @ronyascribbles)

“ I will help you if so desired, if you need my staff or bow just call me. ”

Name: Kari Age: 20-24 Gender: Female Nationality: Nohrian Race: Human Birthday: 08/02

Height: 5'4" (162.56 cm ) Eye color: Apple green Hair color: Light blue Hair style: Typically up, mainly in twin tails. She will wear it in a bun if she’s either in the bath house or its just a super hot day. Though she will wear it down at times. Clothing style: Other then her adventure outfit that she wears to battle; she typically wears comfy clothes. Tank tops and short shorts or pants, depending on the weather. Her clothes are typically black.

Hobies: walking Around, exploring, window shopping. Likes: Talking to people she gets along with, playing with Animals, looking at things she finds interesting, almost all things sweet, ice coffee, relaxing, enjoying nature, making up stories about her scars and seeing how far she can go and what people would believe, stimulating conversation, storms, and rainy weather. Dislikes: Being around so many people, being touched in any way, by a person, unless she is very close with said person, talking to someone she just met, messy things, getting dirty, chocolate flavored things.

Personal Skill: Vigilante - Grants +20 Hit/Str/Crit if attacking a unit that has attacked another unit without a weapon equipped.

Affiliation: None (Recruitable in Birthright, Conquest, and Revelation. )

Roster: A traveling young woman without a set destination. Cold and distant, she is hard to befriend. If you gain her trust she will become a very loyal and trust worthy friend. Most likely to comfort others in distress. Born August 2nd.

History: Kari was born a high class Noble, her father was a leader of one of the higher up fractions from one of the many armies under King Garon, her father was a great Knight and her birth mother was a troubadour. They met in the army. Shortly after Kari’s birth, the mother was killed on the battle field. Her Father developed the habit to get Kari any and everything she could ever want; going above and beyond what she would ask for. He became doting and spoiled her. Though she didn’t like it, her father had her take many lessons, some consist of Piano, violin, dance, chess, singing, stiching and anything else that he felt a proper lady should know how to do. To try and make sure the loss of her mother didn’t affect her to much, he remarried. The woman had the wicked step mom Syndrome, she never wanted children. She would act innocent and kind in front of Kari’s father, but once he wasn’t there she would be mean and horrid. She was a pure Noble woman, both her parents came from money, she never worked a day in her life. She was a floozy and only looked for money in men. She cared more about her social status and looks above all else. She would never allowed Kari to call her “mother” or “mom” though she was in her life for many years. Kari was mainly raised by butlers and maids, due to the demanding hours of her fathers job. This caused her to say humble and kind. The maids and Butler’s tought her many life skills, such as cooking and proper cleaning techniques. she would often help them out with chorus, for fun. When she was still young, but old enough to take care of her self, her father died in battle. Leaving her with the step mom whom really didn’t want anything to do with her. One night, she slipped poison into Kari’s food, though an elderly maid whom took care of Kari since she was born stopped it from ever reaching her. Thus as punishment, the woman made the maid eat the food, losing the closest thing to a mother she had left. After Kari’s father passed, her step mom would bring home a different man every night. One night, the man she took home turned out to be a thief. Him and his small gange turned over the house killing all who lived there. With the help of some maids and Butler’s, Kari managed to stay hidden for a long time, but once he found her he tried to end her life. Though he failed, the man did however leave a large scar going down the left side of her face and partly her neck causing her to have nerve damage on most her face and lose eyesight in that eye. Once she was able to move around once more, she went to an old friend of her fathers. He managed to save her eye. Once he fixed her, and she was fully healed, she left. She now wonders around, she does what she needs to do to survive.

RECRUITMENT

Birthright Recruitment Recruited In: Chapter 12: Dark Reunion Recruitment: The Avatar must talk to her. Starting Class: Adventurer Starting Level: 16 Motivations for joining the Avatar: She wants to help end the war.

Conquest Recruitment Recruited In: Chapter 14: Voice of Paradise Recruitment: The Avatar must talk to her. Starting Class: Adventurer Starting Level: 16 Motivations for joining the Avatar: She wants to help end the War.

Revelation Recruitment Recruited In: Chapter 13: A lost Peace Recruitment: The Avatar must talk to her. Starting Class: Adventurer Starting Level: 16 Motivations for joining the Avatar: She wants to help end the war.

UNIT STATS

Asset: Speed Flaw: Resistance Skill(s): Point Blank, Luna, Resistance +2, Locktouch, Pass Weapon(s): Killer bow, Recover, Mend Class Sets: Adventurer                   Heart Seal > Maid

SUPPORTS

Romance Supports: Corrin (M), Jakob, Kaze, Saizo, Subaki, Silas, Xander, Azama, Hayato, Kaden, Hinata, Ryoma, Takumi, Arthur, Keaton, Odin, Leo, Laslow, Benny, Shura, Niles.

Other Supports: Corrin (F), Felicia, Rinkah, Orochi, Setsuna, Mozu, Oboro, Kagera, Nyx, Beruka, Peri, Charlotte, Selena, Asugi, Dwyer, Sigure, Sophie, Shiro, Kiragi, Selki, Mitama, Rhajat, Siegbert, Forrest, Ignatius, Velouria, Soleil, Nina.

Ideal (‘Canon’) Spouse: Keaton or Shura

QUOTES

Event Tile: “ Hum? What’s this? ” (item) “ No such thing as to much practice.. ” (exp) “ Hmm.. I feel I’m improving.. ” (weapon proficiency)

Level Up: “ Wow! I impress myself sometimes! ” (6+) “ There’s always room for improvement.  ” (4-5) “ Do I disappoint you? ” (2-3) “ Tch, that’s it?  ” (0-1) “ forgive me! ” (0-1, most skills capped)

Class Change: “ This is new.. ”

Support: “ I got your back! ” “ I’ll help you! ” “ don’t worry I got you! ” ” I’ll keep you safe! ” “ I’m here for you! ” “ Who’s the enemy here? Hehee kidding~” “ Don’t back down! ”

Attack Stance: “ Let me have a go! ” “ I’ll take a shot! ” “ My turn! ” “ Time to strike! ”

Guard Stance: “ Time and place! ” “ I thought I was the blind one! ” “ I won’t let them hurt you! ”

Critical / Skill: “ I have no mercy for scum like you. ” “ I’ll make you pay! ” “ I won’t hold back! ” “ I’ll shoot you down! ”

Defeated Enemy: “ On to the next. ” “ To easy. ” “ I suppose that was amusing. ”

Partner Defeated Enemy: “ Nice shot! ” “ I missed that do it again! ” “ killer shot! Hehe. ”

When Healed: “ This is a nice change of pace. ” “ Thanks! ” “ Who are you again? Kidding~”

Defeated by Enemy: “ I-I didn’t see you coming.. ”

Death Quote: “ This is it..  Mother.. Father.. I’ll.. See you Soon.. “

Retreat Quote: “ Ugh! It’s to blurry, I can’t tell who is who! I have to fall back! I don’t want to hurt an ally”

DLC Battle Quotes: Boo Camp “ You’re the monsters everyone’s talking about? You aren’t so scary.. I’ll show you true horror! ” Museum Melee “ Ooo ~ I see something shiny ~ that’s mine now hehee” Ghostly Gold “ Huh… Ghosts… Who would have though.. All well, time to die again~” Anna on the run “ I know my eyesight isn’t the best.. But I think I’m seeing double.. ”

Confession Quote: “ I don’t need my sight to see how much you mean to me. You have my heart now and forever…. (I hope you know what you’re getting in to. Hehee)”

MY CASTLE QUOTES

Castle Grounds Alone - ” Talk about a sugar rush! “ (surge) - ” I snuck in some training, I hope it paid off. “ (weapon proficiency) - ” This is NOT where this belongs, who left it here? “ (item) - ” What do you think will look good on me? “ (accessory)   - ” Wow! Thank you! “ (accessory given)   - ” So pretty! “ (accessory given)   - ” Is.. This a joke? “ (accessory given, not liked)   - ” Hehe thanks shall I try it on now? “ (Bath Towel given)   - ” Hehee thank you, this means a lot to me. “ (Friendship birthday present)   - ” Ahh hehee you know me so well ~ I love this so much! I’ll cherish it always. “ (Lover birthday present) - ” Hmm? Did you need something? “ (idle) - ” W-what? No I was not just dancing! “ (idle) - ” La laa la ~ W-whaa!! H-how long have you been there?! “ (idle) - ” Is someone there? Hehe ~ I’m kidding! I see you just fine. “ (idle) - ” Wow aren’t you cute ~ don’t I know you from somewhere? Hehe “ (idle, married) - “oh? A new face I see, let me know if you need anything. ” (visiting another castle)

Asking - Normal “ What has you so happy? Did something good happen? ” (happy) “ What do you think your future holds for you? ” (dreams) “ I’ll watch your backside- I mean back in the next battle, sound good? ” (team up) “ Indulge me in my curiosity… How do you spend your down time? ” (free time)

Replying - Normal “ I love the feeling I get when I finish cleaning. ” (happy) “ I hope to find true happiness one day. ” (dreams) “ Alright, no promises I won’t mistake you for the enemy ~ I’m kidding,  I’m kidding! ” (team up) “ I often walk beyond the camp boarders, or wonder around the forest. ” (free time)

Private Quarters Friendship “ You called me for something? ” (invite) “ I baked some cookies, want one? No I didn’t put salt instead of sugar in them this time. ” (invite) “ Hehee now this will be fun ~ ” (invite, MU is married)

Lovers “ Hey! I finished cleaning up, don’t mess it up. ” (greeting) “ I missed you! Don’t leave me again.. ” (greeting) “ I-I’ve been practicing my violin.. Would you mind listening? ” (greeting) “ Hehee that’s the best sight to wake up to. ” (awakening, good) “ Do that again and you will regret it.. ” (awakening, bad) “ My hair is such a pain to dry.. ” (greeting, cool down) “ Hehee thanks that felt nice ~ your turn now ~ ” (cooling down successful) “ Oh my! How beautiful! Thank you! ” (flowers)

Bonding “ If that’s all you need, mind if I go? ” (friendship bonding) “ It was a pleasure spending this time with you. Invite me again some time. ” (friendship bonding) “ I’m glad we can spend this time together..   These are the happiest moments of my day. ” (lover bonding) “ I just want to hold you in my arms and never let go.. Promise you won’t leave me.. ” (lover bonding) “ Come here for a moment, Hehee I’m not going to bit you… (See, I told you I wouldn’t bite you, This time. Hehe) ” (kiss)

Extras/little quirks: She won’t dule someone unless there is a wager of some sort; even if she manages to win she will let the other party have their winnings as well. After her father passed away she continues to practice all the things he wanted her to learn when ever she can. Typically after doing one of them she would cry a little and say softly to her self,  “are you proud papa? ” or “am I improving father? ” she can be fairly vain when it comes to her hair, she takes pride in its soft silky texture. When she’s in deep thought she will twirl the ends of her hair. Because of the damage to her left side of her face, she can no longer produce tears from that eye. The left eye is also significantly lighter in color, and has a small thin line down it from where it was cut. Though she hates chocolate flavored things she loves normal chocolate. If she eats anything remotely spicy she turns red and gets sick, if it’s really spicy she will pass out. She is very flexible and uses it to an advantage in hand to hand fighting.

#fire emblem #Fire emblem fates #Fire emblem if #original character #fatesona

[costazachary1994]

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17 Bullet Journal Hacks To Make You Even More Organised!

Bullet Journal Hacks – tips and tricks to keep your planning on point.

There are countless ways to keep making your bullet journal better and better. The trick is to find what works for you and what doesn’t. How you use your index, how you mark collections, how you reference other pages, the list goes on. And on. And on.

  I have tried a load of different bullet journal hacks and tips and tricks since I started my Bujo. Some work so so well and some, are just not for me.

  I’ve made a list, of 17 of the ones that I think are worth giving a go. They might not all work for you but they’re all really simple and easy to try out.

  All these bullet journal hacks add functionality to your planner system and they look super pretty too!

  #1 – A Fold-Out Bullet Journal Key

If I had to choose my all time favourite bullet journal hack, it would be this one. This super handy fold-out key makes keeping track of different symbols so easy! I’ve changed my key a few times since I started my bullet journal so it’s really handy for me to have the updated one easily accessible.

  I simply use a piece of scrapbook paper folded in half (I like it to be a bit more sturdy than just a piece of paper because it’s constantly being moved). I then write my key out on a post-it and washi tape it to the scrapbook paper so I can easily change it if I need to. And then tape the scrapbook paper into the cover of the journal on one side so it can be folded in and out as needed.

  #2 – Corner Tabs

This is another one of my favourite bullet journal hacks and I’ve only been using it a little while. It’s simply a little triangle tab you pop on the corner of the page as a sort of bookmark. Genius. I always have mine on the page I’m currently working on. But you could make multiple ones and use them throughout your whole journal. They’re easy to re-position throughout your journal, they’re easy to make and they look so cute!

  You can either make your own triangle tabs but folding a square of paper in half diagonally and then in half again. That’s how I made mine and I prefer it as it’s a bit thicker and won’t tear easily. The other option is to use the corner of an envelope, that’s even easier to make! Just cut the corner off of an envelope…that’s it!

  #3 – Collection Threading

When I first read about threading, I was completely over whelmed and confused by the idea. But as it’s not a bullet journal hack I use that often, I’ve got to grips with it and use it when I really need to.

  Threading is used for keeping longer collections. Say you have a ‘movie’s to watch’ spread and you’ve filled a whole page with film titles but you still want to add more. Threading is a way of adding another movies to watch spread in the same journal and being able to keep track of where it is. Let’s say the first spread is on page 20.

  You’ve used the next 30 pages or so for dailies, weekly’s and even more collections! Your movies to watch spread is full up but you still want to keep track of even more films.

  Don’t do what I did in my first journal and tear a page out the back of your journal and attempt to stick it in neatly next to your original movies spread. Just don’t. It’s messy and no matter how careful you are it never looks good.

  Instead, just use the next available spread to start the second part of your movies to watch collection. Sounds crazy right? But all you need to do is list the page numbers of the additional spreads next to the original page number.

  So, the bottom of the first spread would read something like: 20-50. Does that make sense? That way when you check up on the first spread, you know exactly where the next one is. You could also write the additional page numbers in your index too so you know where all the sections are.

  Pretty nifty right? Luckily you shouldn’t need to use this hack too often. Otherwise it would get very confusing if every page had two numbers!

  #4 – Marking The Edges Of Your Pages With Symbols Or Letters

This hack is great for keeping a mini log on your daily spreads. You simply add either little symbols or letters to the margin of the page. This way when you flip through pages you can quickly find which pages contain certain activities.

  I like to use a B, for anything blog related. W for workouts and a – for notes. This makes finding out when I did something a whole lot easier. Especially for things that I don’t do every single day.

  It’s quick and simple to do and will make finding specific tasks or even appointments easy to look up.

  #5 – Color Code Edges With Washi Tape

I use this technique a lot. I use wash tape to mark off the edges of certain spreads so I can easily find them.

  I’m using glitter tape at the moment to cover the whole edge of each monthly spread. This makes my monthly spreads so cute and makes finding each month really easy. Even with my journal closed I can still see where each month begins and ends.

  I also sometimes use just little squares of washi tape on the edges to mark certain collections or pages I flick back to regularly.

  #6 – Colour Code Edges With Stickers Or Labels

I don’t use this trick anymore, simply because I’d run out of stickers! So I made do with washi tape and then realised I actually preferred that method haha. This bullet journal hack is the same method as using washi tape on the edge of pages except you use stickers instead.

  I was using the little round stickers you can buy in just about any shop in the stationery section. When I was using this method I was using it just to mark out the collections. But you could use them to mark your monthly pages or weekly pages. You could even use different colour stickers to mark the different sections.

  #7 – Color Code Your Pages

This bullet journal hack is super simple to do. Just add a swatch of colour to the border part of your page. Do this for all categories you wish to keep track of and voila! An easy flip through way of finding specific pages without having to check your index every time. Colour right up to the edge of page so you can see the colours even when your bullet journal is closed. Highlighter pens work really well for this but a lot of Bujo’ers use coloured markers.

  #8 – Color Coding Your Bullet Journal Index

Same principle as the first bullet journal hack. You can either just colour code the index if that’s where you prefer to look up pages. Or if you’ve used the previous bullet journal hack, then you can match up the colours on your pages to your index. Categorise your spreads in a way you can easily distinguish, e.g. blue for monthly spreads, green for anything food related, pink for business etc. Again, I use highlighter pens to do this as you can see through it very easily.

  #9 – Mark Collections With Washi Tape

If you have a special collection that deserves a little more decoration than just the edges marked. You can mark these pages with decorative washi tape over the corners in a triangle shape. I just love how these look and they make these pages easy to find. There are so many cute washi tapes you can buy and I had a hard time choosing which to use for this hack but I decided on the zebra print glitter tape.

  Below are some links to some of my other favourite fancy washi tapes:

Gold Foil Washi

Gold Washi Tape

Jumbo Pack of Washi

  This would be a great idea for event planning pages or for big home projects. Or anything to be honest, I just love how cute they are!

#10 – Dutch Door Spreads

Love this one! It’s a really quick and fun way to add more space to certain spreads. This works particularly well for weekly spreads when you just need a bit more room than two pages. Instead of 2 pages, a weekly spread would be made up of 3 pages. The middle page is where you’re going to put in your dutch door. Simple cut a panel out of the middle page with a craft knife or scissors and you have a bunch more room to add weekly trackers or a section for notes, whatever you like! Plus, it looks awesome!

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#11 –  Keep Your Journal Open

Not sure if this really qualifies as a hack. But it is damn helpful!

Sometimes I need my to-do list, right in front of me, all day. If I don’t keep reminding myself of what I need to do, sometimes procrastination creeps in and nothing gets done. Something as simple as leaving my journal open is enough to just nudge me into something from my to-do list.

  I’ve seen some bullet journalists on Instagram use display stands to keep their journals in front of them all day which seems like a genius idea too!

  #12 – Wrap The Strap To Make A Pen Holder Or Make Your Own Pen Loop!

This hack seems a little obvious once you know about it. But when I first started bullet journalling the idea had never occurred to me! Of course, you could just buy a pen loop..but where’s the fun in that?

  All you have to do to turn your elastic strap into a pen holder is; pull the bottom of the elastic strap on your journal (I know Leuchtturm and Moleskine notebooks have elastic closure straps that work well for this hack) and wrap it over the bottom left corner of the journal. Voila, one diagonal pen holder that you can just hook your pen on. Love this hack.

  Another idea to keep your pen with your journal is to make your own pen loop. This is what I have been using recently and it was really fun to make and looks so cute on my journal.

  All you need is a binder clip and some kind of material. You could use either elastic, fabric or thick tape. I used a type of duct tape to make mine with this really really cute cupcake design on it. Simply cut it to the size of your binder clip plus the width of your pen. Glue each end of the material to each side of the binder clip with strong glue (I added a layer of clear tape on top to make it extra secure) and there you have it.

  The perfect little pen loop that you can move around your journal whenever you like and you can make as many as you want! It’s a very easy and cheap DIY and the results are awesome!

  Supplies you might need:

Binder Clips

Elastic

Very Pretty Duct Tape

  #13 – Categorize Your Bullet Journal’s Index

This bullet journal hack I have never actually tried but I could see this working really really well for some people. Simply split your index up into columns and use each section for a different category.

  This would be a really good way of keep your dailies and monthly spreads separate or your just your collections separate from the rest of your journal pages. If you’re using the colour coding bullet journal hack from earlier you could incorporate the same colour coding from that hack into this one.

  Related: My favourite bullet journal supplies

#14 – Keep A Bunch Of Post It Notes In Your Journal

Now this one has to be the simplest. But also one of the most helpful bullet journal hacks.

  If you’re someone like me and you keep a lot of notes, on a lot of different sticky notes, in a lot of different places, all the time. This hack is for you.

  Keep a stack of the darn things in the back of your journal! Duhh… Sounds obvious right? This way you always have some on hand, in different sizes and you can just dot down your notes and things and stick it straight where it needs to go.

  Some of my favourite sticky notes:

Owl Sticky Notes

Butterfly Sticky Notes

Floral Sticky Notes

  #15 – Migrate Only On A New Page

I find, that a good way to make sure I do something, is the prospect of having to right out the same tasks again…and maybe even again.

  I hate rewriting things because it’s a horrible reminder that I didn’t get as much done as I wanted to the day or week before. Now, although I don’t always write out tasks from the day before again, I’ve adopted a method of only rewriting them if I need to start a new page.

   This way I can just work on the list from the day before if I didn’t get everything done. But if it’s time to start a new page, I’m forced to rewrite the tasks I haven’t completed. It’s a horrible feeling when I have to do this but it does make me work harder to complete things in a timely manner.

  #16– Make A Pocket Or Envelope

This hack is something I have only just started doing in my journal and I am loving it. The back pocket you get in a lot of notebooks is so handy and I always use them. To the point they are bulging and making the journal all misshapen and no longer laying flat!

  So, why not create another little pocket somewhere else in the journal? You could add one to the front cover or on any page you like throughout the journal.

  You can either stick in an envelope and use that as the pocket or make your own. To make one simply fold three edges of a piece of paper or card stock to create the side of the pocket and then sticking it into your journal with either glue, washi tape or double-sided tape

  #17 – Write Down Your Mission Statement Or Favourite Affirmations

I’m not sure this one counts as a hack either to be honest. But I think it is definitely worth putting on a bullet journal hacks list as it is something I’m sure a lot of people will find help and inspiring.

  It’s always so hard to decide what to put on the first page of a notebook. So why not make it your favourite affirmation? or your favourite quote? Or your mission statement?

  I love using one of these three things to start a new notebook. For the first page in this bullet journal, I have the year 2018 written across the top of the page and then the affirmation ‘New Year, New Journal, New Beginnings’ and I just love that. I think it was the perfect quote to start the year off with and I love reading it every time I pick up my journal, it’s so inspiring and motivating.

  I also have my word for the year written on the first page of my journal. The word is ‘Progress’. This serves as a reminder that although I might not be where I want to be now, The little steps I take today are still progress and I am still closer than I was yesterday.

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Any of these bullet journal hacks take your fancy?

I love using variations of all these hacks. They help to add even more functionality to an already solid system. I recommend giving them all a go and see which ones work for you! Let me know if you try any of them out!

  Those were all my bullet journal hacks, what are some of yours? Let me know, I’d love to give them a go!

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NOLA's Grosser Gets Personal; Raps, Relationships, and Reality on His New Project "PONY"

Photography: Connor Crawford

Rarely does a project from an underground artist manage to strike the intricate three-way balance between raw emotional content, well executed and thoughtful rhyming finesse, and most importantly, organized packaging that is clear and concise. New Orleans based artist Grosser manages to check off all three of these boxes on his second project “Pony,” released January 21st

Production wise, “Pony” is a refreshing menagerie of booming, lo-fi production that thumps with percussive fury. Stylistic tropes of the quintessential southern sound are blended effortlessly with rugged lyricism and delivery that seems to be clearly rooted in the east coast sonic movement. This pleasantly unconventional stylistic pairing is in many ways a metaphor for Grosser himself as an artist; a VA born and raised emcee transplanted to New Orleans, a city rich with hip hop history.  

“Pony” as a project functions almost like a Pandora’s box of emotion; once you open the lid the emotion literally flies out. Grosser seems to share his deepest self with his listeners; with depression leading to despair, and finally manifesting in the cold, steeled sense of determination present throughout the entire project. This honest and thoughtful display of emotion makes “Pony” as relatable as it is inspiring; it’s the story of an emcee passionately battling his own depression. The star studded features on “Pony”, including Chicago based artist LUCKI (f.k.a. Lucki Eck$) serve to further strengthen the ability of “Pony” to stand alone as a complete project. Raw talent, thoughtful honesty, and a focused aesthetic make “Pony” a must listen and confirm Grosser as an underground emcee that deserves close attention.

  Photography: Ben Davis

I had a chance to chat with Grosser about himself as an artist, “Pony” as a project, his creative process, and the next steps for him and his sound.  

B: Let's start basic: where are you from, what’s your background, and when did you start rapping? Grosser: I was born and raised in Virginia, and then moved to New Orleans for college. I graduated from Tulane with a degree in philosophy and political science, and couldn't even come close to bringing myself to leave NOLA after I graduated. As far as rapping, I was freestyling with homies a bit at the end of high school and a lot in college, and then started writing stuff down when I was about 19. I've always been playing music though. I've played drums for over a decade and played other instruments throughout my childhood and adulthood. Rapping became my outlet as I grew older and my life circumstances began to drastically change. B: What would you say your biggest sonic influences are in general, including music outside of hip hop? G: This is a question I take very seriously I'd say the first band to really influence me deeply was Rage Against the Machine, who I probably still consider to be my favorite band. I was influenced by politically driven hip hop at first, like Immortal Technique and shit. Now a days I'm genuinely influenced by the whole spectrum, from popular top 40 to very lo-fi indie music. Obviously I'm drawn to Atlanta, Chicago, LA, New York, you know, cities with hip hop strongholds, but I'm also influenced by all the various niche movements - like what's happening in Broward county, FL right now, and all the infinitely deep corners of soundcloud in general.  I have a bunch of friends in bands here in New Orleans so I have a decent pulse on the general indie band scene. Finding new music and new influences is what gets me up in the AM.  

B: Wordup, what would you say your biggest hip hop influences have been? G: Yeesh - at the start it was just the 90s and the greats -  Nas, ‘pac, Zack de la Rocha, Immortal Technique, Tribe, Eminem, Kanye, Wayne, Company Flow, Dilla, MF DOOM, stuff like that. Then I became obsessed with Earl, still am, and now find myself influenced by a ton of different modern hip hop shit - Travis Scott, all of OF, Thug, Future, Carti, A$AP. The list is low key endless because I can be influenced not only by someone's sound but also their place in the culture/the fabric of the genre. I don't rap like Uzi but I'm definitely enamored by his and someone like Yachty's aesthetic. However, if I had to pick one rapper that I was straight taking notes from, teaching myself how to rap, it’s definitely Earl back when I was in college. Earl is a fucking mastermind - raps wise and production. B: As a white rapper, what do you feel your role is in hip hop right now, given both the tumultuous situation the country is in right now, and the revolutionary origins of the genre itself? G:  I think it's massively important for white people to be doing a lot more listening than talking, so that's what I'm focusing on. Listening to the POC and women in my community and those affected by all this madness more so than I. I'm very attracted to and identify with the revolutionary roots of hip hop.

B: If you could sum up “Pony” in three thematic concepts what would they be?  

G: I'd say the three most prevalent themes of “Pony” are the idea of self concept, battling w and understanding mental health, and relationships. B: What did this project mean to you? What do you want this project to mean for the listeners? G: First and foremost, I'm always trying to grow with each new project, even every new song I write, so that was my primary goal. I wanted to sound of “Pony” to impact the listener in a personal way, really invade the listeners brain and shit, both sonically and lyrically. But, I also see great benefit from being able to play something in public and have it be enjoyable to a general mass of people, so I try to maintain some form of radio-esque sensibility in what I'm writing these days. For the listener, I wanted “Pony” to be somewhat of a self-exposure; I find that that's generally why I make music period. I tend to feel, as many do, wholly unknown by everyone around me, and music is a way to show someone what's really going on in a matter-of-fact way. B: Talk about the influences of New Orleans and NY on your sound, as well as the ways in which these cities are different and/or the same. G: What I'll say is you just have to come here. New Orleans got me as a young kid and has turned me into an adult real fast. It's not America here, more like the northern Caribbean. The general swagger and demeanor the people is what I feed off of the most - it's pretty much impossible for one's surroundings to not bleed into their art. NY is a city that I personally have less experience in, but have spent time there and have immersed myself in the culture via art - mainly music but also visual art and poetry. I always feel like I have much less privacy in NY than in NOLA - just by nature of the design and population. New York artists were obviously the first to teach me about rap, and invented the genre itself, so I obviously owe a lot to the culture and people of NY. B: What do you think of the direction of hip hop currently, mainstream and underground? G: Shit, I think it's a goddamn renaissance. I do however think that the rapping ability of these modern guys gets overlooked and misjudged pretty immediately for a myriad of reasons; addiction to the culture over content, media representation, vocal inflection, the list goes on.  Admittedly, some of these 'rappers' aren't rapping, they are more after a pop music icon mold. That being said, the same judgements of inability were bestowed on to Young Thug until everyone looked up the lyrics to 'Halftime' on genius and tried to rap along with him, immediately realizing how fucking money he is...point being, a lot of these guys can flat out spit.

Grosser: To Me, It has some similarities to the abstract expressionist movement in the 60's and 70's. Artists were ridiculed for their lack of precision, style, ease of making work, abundance of work, perceived difficulty of work, etc etc. Just because someone closed their eyes while splattering a canvas with one color of paint doesn't remove it from genius. A similar mindset and ear; understanding this music as a 'avant-garde' movement, while treading lightly on classic examples of excellence is much needed for understanding/enjoying the raw talent of a lot of these guys. Don't get me wrong, there are a million wack rappers out there who I don't fuck with, but I just don't think that if someone doesn't bring a classically fire 16 then that removes them from the upper crust of hip hop. It’s all cyclical though, I wouldn’t be surprised if hyper-lyrical rap takes the main-stage in the coming years.

B: Art is often a reflection of life. Talk about the process; the feelings, events, passions, and people that went into the creation of “Pony”. G: I mean, for sake of not getting overly dark I won't get too deep into the details, but I had a woman in my life, and, for a thousand and one reasons, but largely due to my own deteriorating mental health at the time, it wasn't a safe or healthy relationship. All of those emotions, my battle with clinical depression, and the realities of living with all the other fun disease titles doctors want to assign are embedded into “Pony”, and pretty much all the art I do in general. Apart from my past relationship and personal battles with mental health, the concepts of truly knowing oneself (very difficult), and truly knowing other people (more difficult, probably impossible), drive a lot of my lyrical content. B: As an artist, if you could tell yourself one thing two years ago what would it be? What would you say to yourself two years from now? Where do you hope to be? G: If I could give myself a piece of advice two years ago I would say to put a chokehold on every penny you have an only spend money collabing with people that you really trust and you know you can benefit from. In two years I hope to have a big Internet following based off my music, you know, lots of Twitter and Soundcloud followers and all that, in addition to making records that people truly respect as great art. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t dream about fame, but my most important goal is to make music that leaves an impact with each listener, every single time.

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D. THOREAU– “Issues don’t change, we modify.” DANIEL WEBSTER-“Allow us to always remember that the cultivation of the earth is crucial labour of man.” DANIEL WHOYT –”In case you have a buddy value loving, Love him. Sure, and let him know that you just love him, ere life’s night Tinge his forehead with sundown glow. Why ought to good phrases ne’er be stated of a buddy until he’s lifeless?” DANISH PROVERB– “The highway to buddy’s home is rarely lengthy.” DANISH PROVERB– “Who’s ashamed of asking, is ashamed of studying.’ DANNY DE VRRO– “There are two dilemmas that rattle the human cranium. How do you dangle on to some one who will not keep? And haw do you eliminate some one who will not go?” DANNYAINGE –”Whenever you’re enjoying it as a enterprise… your livelihood relies on profitable and shedding and so some- occasions sportsmanship is misplaced, as within the technique of billion greenback corporations.” DANTE –”Compassion isn’t a ardour; quite a noble disposition of the soul, made able to obtain love, mercy, and different charitable passions.” DANTE –”Getting Issues carried out the key of getting issues carried out is to behave.” DANTE –”What shall one do with the verse, if he is aware of not That?” DANTE ALGHIERI– “There isn’t a nice sorrow than to recall happiness within the time of distress.” DANTE ALIGHIERI –”Halfway upon the journey of our life/I discovered myself inside a forest darkish, for the easy pathway had been misplaced.” DANTE GABRIEL ROSETTE –”Look in my face, my identify is might-have been, I’m additionally referred to as no extra, Too-late, Farewell.” DANTE, DE MONARCHIA –”Unity in wills can’t be until there may be one will dominating and ruling all the remaining to oneness… wills of mortals have want of a directive precept… subsequently for the well-being of the world, there needs to be a monarchy.” DANTE, II CONVITO –”Every part is virtuous in its nature that fulfils the aim for which it was ordained; and the higher it does this, the extra virtuous it’s. That’s the reason we name him a superb man who leads the on depletive or the energetic life for which his nature matches him; we name the horse good that runs quick and much, which he’s created to do; we name the sword good that cuts onerous issues with ease, for which finish it’s made. Thus language, being ordained to specific human conceptions, is sweet when it does this; and the extra completely it does it the higher it’s.” DARA SHIKOH –”Paradise is there the place no mulla exists—the place the noise of his discussions and debate isn’t heard. Could the world develop into free from the noise of the mulla, and none ought to pay any heed to his decrees! Within the metropolis the place a mulla resides, No clever man ever stays.” DARRIN WEINBERG –”It issues not whether or not you win or lose; what issues is whether or not I win or lose.” DARRYL F ZANUCK –”If two males on the identical job agree on a regular basis, then one is ineffective. In the event that they disagree, then each are ineffective.” DASHAVAIKALIKA –”The very first precept of faith laid down by Lord Mahavira is ahimsa — non-injury to dwelling beings—which have to be noticed very scrupulously and completely, and behaving in direction of all dwelling beings with correct restraint and management.” DAVE BARBT –”The Web: Reworking Society and Shaping the Future By way of Chat.” dave barry –”In these days, most individuals learn newspapers, whereas as we speak, most individuals don’t. What triggered this variation? One massive issue, in fact, is that individuals are so much stupider than they was, though we right here within the newspaper trade would by no means say so in print.” DAVE BARRY –”YOU CAN ONLY BE YOUNG ONCE. BUT YOU CAN ALWAYS BE IMMATURE.” DAVE MEURER –”A terrific marriage isn’t when the ‘excellent couple’ comes collectively. It’s when an imperfect couple learns to get pleasure from their variations.” DAVE PELZER –”Hate is a most cancers that unfold on cell at a time.” DAVE THOMAS –”At first there was nothing and God stated ‘Let there be mild’, and there was nonetheless nothing however everyone may see it.” DAVE TYSON GENTRY –”True friendship comes when silence between two folks is comfy.” DAVID A WYSS –”If one tries to stamp out a bubble in a single place, it resurfaces in one other.” DAVID ARMISTEAD –”Belief one another many times. When the belief degree will get excessive sufficient, folks transcend obvious limits, discovering new and superior talents for which they had been beforehand unaware.” DAVID ATTENBOROUGH –”Kids begin off studying in books about lions and giraffes and so forth, however additionally they are ready to enter a backyard and switch over stone and see a worm and see a slug and see an ant.” DAVID ATTENBOROUGH –”It appears to me that the pure world is the best supply of pleasure; the best supply of visible magnificence; the best supply of mental curiosity. It’s the biggest supply of a lot in life that makes life value dwelling.” DAVID ATTENBOROUGH –”Folks should really feel that the pure world is vital and useful and delightful and great and an amazement and a pleasure.” DAVID BATCHELOR –”Color is uncontainable. It effortlessly reveals the boundaries of language and evades our greatest makes an attempt to impose a rational order on it… To work with color is to develop into conscious about the insufficiency of language and concept — which is each disturbing and pleasurable.” DAVID BATCHELOR -“Color is uncontamable. It effortlessly reveals the boundaries of language and evades our greatest makes an attempt to impose a rational order on it… To work with color is to develop into conscious about the insufficiency of language and concept -which is each disturbing and pleasurable.” DAVID BISSONNNETTE –”I lately learn that love is solely a matter of chemistry. That have to be why my spouse treats me like poisonous waste.” DAVID BOHM –”In some sense man is a microcosm of the universe; subsequently what man is, is a clue to the universe. We’re enfolded within the universe.” DAVID BOWIE– “A person could also be a lot of each factor that may be a nothing of something.” DAVID BOWIE– “Time could change me, however I am unable to hint time.” DAVID BRIN –”It’s stated that energy corrupts, however truly it is extra true that energy attracts the corruptible.” DAVID BRIN –”It is stated that ‘energy corrupts’, however truly it is extra true that energy attracts the corruptible. The sane are normally attracted by different issues than energy. Once they do act, they consider it as service, which has limits. The tyrant, although, seeks mastery, for which he’s insatiable, implacable.” DAVID BRIN –”In terms of privateness and accountability, folks at all times demand the previous for themselves and the latter for everybody else.” DAVID BRINKLEY –”A profitable particular person is one who can lay a agency basis with the bricks that others throw at her or him.” DAVID BROWER –”Cherish these rivers. Witness for them. Get pleasure from their unimprovable function as you sense it, and let these rivers that you just by no means go to consolation you with the peace of mind that they’re there, doing splendidly what they’ve at all times carried out.” DAVID BROWER –”We should start considering like a river if we’re to depart a legacy of magnificence and life for future generations.” DAVID BYRNE –”Typically it is a type of love simply to speak to any individual that you don’t have anything in frequent with and nonetheless be fascinated by their presence.” DAVID GRAYSON –”Wanting again, I’ve this to remorse, that too typically once I cherished, I didn’t say so.” DAVID L. WEATHERFORD –”When confronted with a problem, search for a manner not a manner out.” DAVID LETTEBMAN –”People are the one animal who can have intercourse over the cellphone.” DAVID LETTERMAN– “Needless to say your particular person vote doesn’t suggest something.” DAVID LEVESQUE –”You understand you’re in love whenever you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes in every single place on the planet.” DAVID LLOYD GEORGE –”Do not be afraid to take a giant step if one is indicated. You possibly can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps.” DAVID LODGE– “Literature is generally about having seen and never a lot about having youngsters. Life is the opposite manner spherical.” DAVID MYERS –”For these passionately in love, the entire world appears to smile.” DAVID NIVEN –”Extremely aggressive individuals who at all times have to win find yourself having fun with issues much less.” DAVID OGILVY –”A very good commercial is one which sells the product with out drawing consideration to itself.” DAVID OGILVY –”The perfect concepts come as jokes. Make your considering as humorous as attainable.” DAVID OWEN– “We’re fed up with fudging and mudding with mush and shush.” DAVID R HAWKINS –” Why give the ego extra energy by resisting and opposing it?” DAVID SCHWARTZ –”Each massive accomplishment is a collection of little accomplishments.” DAVID SCHWARTZ –”Suppose little targets and count on little achievements, assume massive targets and win massive success.” DAVID SLAWSON –”Names are an vital key to what a society values. Anthropologists recognise naming as ‘one of many chief strategies for imposing order on notion’.” DAVID STARR JORDAN –”The key of being a bore is to inform all the pieces. Knowledge is figuring out what to do subsequent; advantage is doing it.” DAVID STEEL –”To hearken to some folks in Politics, you’d think-nice-was a four-letter phrase.” DAVID STEINDL-RAST –”Wherever we could come alive, that’s the space during which we’re non secular.” DAVID VISCOTT –”To like and be cherished is to really feel the solar from each side.” DAVID W JOHNSON –”There aren’t any pace restrict on the highway to excellence.” DAVID WILCOX –”Typically the folks you like within the evening/ The morning will select to overlook/ That is my final cigarette.” DAVID. R. HAWKINS –”Prayer: Holding in thoughts what you need, however with out including need to it.” DAVIS BEN-CURION– “Braveness is the data of the right way to concern, what should be feared and the way to not concern, what ought to not feared.” DAVIS NAPIER– “There may be in fact absurdity in each act of religion.” DE MAGISTRO –”If I’m given a method, and I am unaware of its that means, it can not educate me something, but when I already understand it what does the method educate me?” DE STAEL –”Sow good companies: candy remembrances will develop from them.” DEAN INGE –”The enemies of freedom don’t argue, they shout after which shoot.” DEAN MARTIN –”I might hate to be a teetotaler the morning and figuring out that is nearly as good as you are going to really feel all day” DEAN WILLIAM R INGE –”What’s originality? Undetected plagiarism.” DEBORAH MCGRIFF– “Deal with failure as observe shorts.” DECLARATION OF THE BAB –” “Let your reliance be on the remembrance of God, essentially the most Exalted, the Most Nice. He’ll, erelong, convey to naught all of the issues ye possess. Let Him be your concern, and overlook not His covenant with you, and be not of them which might be shut out as by a veil from Him. Purify thou, first, thy soul with the waters of renunciation, and adorn thine head with the crown of the concern of God, and thy temple with the decoration of reliance upon Him.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”As is the microcosm, so is the macrocosm, As is the atom, so is the universe, As is the human thoughts, so is the cosmic thoughts.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”Every part that’s taking place at this second is a results of the alternatives you have made up to now.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”If you wish to attain a state of bliss, then transcend your ego and the interior dialogue. Decide to relinquish the necessity to management the have to be permitted and the necessity to choose.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”In detachment lies the knowledge of uncertainty within the knowledge of uncertainty lies the liberty from our previous, from the identified, which is the jail of previous conditioning. And in our willingness to step into the unknown, the sector of all potentialities, we give up ourselves to the inventive thoughts that orchestrates the dance: of the universe.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”Meditation isn’t a manner of constructing your thoughts quiet. It is a manner of getting into into the quiet that is already there — buried beneath the 50,000 ideas the typical particular person thinks day by day.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”Silence is the good instructor, and to be taught its classes you should take note of it. There isn’t a substitute for the inventive inspiration, data, and stability that comes from figuring out the right way to contact your core of inside silence.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”The all-pervading vitality supply of existence or Shakti manifests itself as creation. Shakti is the divine mom who offers beginning to and nurtures the new child—whether or not it’s a new child infants a model new relationship, a recent concept, or a magical manifestation. Though Shakti is past the boundaries of gender, type or coloration, we name It Mom due to its mothering and inventive qualities.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”The physique have to be credited with an immense fund of know-how.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”The coexistence of opposites — stillness and dynamism — makes you impartial… Whenever you quietly acknowledge this beautiful coexistence of opposites, you align your self with the world of vitality — the quantum soup, the non-material non-stuff that’s the supply of the fabric world. This world vitality is fluid, dynamic, resilient, altering, perpetually in movement. And but additionally it is non-changing, nonetheless, quiet, everlasting and silent.” DEEPAK CHOPRA -“The primary non secular regulation of success is the regulation of pure potentiality This regulation is predicated or the truth that we’re, in our important state pure consciousness Pure consciousness is pure potentiality; it’s the area of all potentialities and infinite creativity Pure consciousness is our non secular essence Being infinite and unbounded, additionally it is pure pleasure Different attributes of consciousness are pure data, infinite silence, excellent stability, invincibility simplicity, and bliss. That is our important nature. Our important nature is considered one of pure potentiality.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”The much less you open your coronary heart, the extra your coronary heart suffers.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”The best way to fill your life with love could be very easy: if you need extra love, give extra love.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”There aren’t any accidents … there may be just some function that we have not but understood.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”To search out oneself dwelling in an age of doubt isn’t such a curse. There’s a sort of reverence in enterprise the hunt for fact, even earlier than the primary scrap has been discovered.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”When consciousness is totally balanced, speaking with the skin world is instantaneous and computerized. It occurs with the contact of thought.” DEEPAK CHOPRA –”You and I are infinite choice-makers. In each second of our existence, we’re in that area of all potentialities the place we now have entry to an infinity of decisions. A few of these decisions are made consciously, whereas others are made unconsciously. However the easiest way to know and maximize using karmic regulation is to develop into consciously conscious of the alternatives we make each second.” DEEPAK TANDON –”Hovering, The place notion, from wherever, is right in itself, The place the horizon spreads to all instructions, The place merger, defies the theories of reverse forces, The place separation, is diminished to simply an phantasm, The place ‘the summary drive’, breaks all boundaries of disputed views, The place the difficulty, isn’t even the issuelessness, The place the great thing about a lush inexperienced meadow and a desert is similar, The place color isn’t sure by a significance, The place merger, even merges the distinction between duality and oneness, The place wholeness is love, The place love in its description, goes summary, The place ‘The summary’, manifests wherever to get pleasure from wherever, The place, wherever amazes himself with himself, The place this phenomena could also be expressed as ‘life’. The place there ‘is’, thus, “The Pleasure of Life”.” DEMOCRITUS –”Nothing exists besides atoms and empty area; all the pieces else is opinion.” DEMOPHILUS –”It’s with youth as with vegetation, from the primary fruits they bear we be taught what could also be anticipated in future.” DEMOSTHENES –”Small alternatives are sometimes the start of nice enterprises.” DENG MING-DAO –”Ultimately, the time of motion should come. When this occurs, be a winner! Do not accept mediocre outcomes. Do not attempt to keep even. Go for all of it!” DENG XIAOPING –”If the plenty really feel some anger, we should allow them to categorical it.” DENIS DIDEROT – “The thinker has by no means killed any monks, whereas the priest has killed an important many philosophers.” DENIS WAITLEY –”Perception is the ignition change that Will get you off the launching pad.” DENIS WAITLEY –”Change the changeable, settle for the unchangeable, take away your self from the unacceptable.” denis waitley –”chase your ardour, not your pension.” DENIS WAITLEY –”Happiness can’t be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the non secular expertise of dwelling each minute with love, grace and gratitude.” DENIS WAITLEY –”Life isn’t measured by the variety of breaths you’re taking; however by the moments that take your breath away.” DENIS WAITLEY –”Look inside for worth and look past for perspective.” DENIS WAITLEY –”Almost all males can stand adversity, however if you wish to take a look at a person’s character, give him energy.” DENIS WAITLEY –”There are two main decisions in life; to just accept situations as they exist, or settle for the duty for altering them.” DENIS WAITLEY –”View life as a steady studying expertise.” DENNIS GREEN –”The key to success is to start out from scratch and carry on scratching.” DENNIS WEAVER –”It isn’t an if— we’ll have to alter. Oil is solely going to be gone.” DENVER, AUG 1993 –”Exactly when science and medication are reaching a larger capability to safeguard well being and life, the threats towards life have gotten extra insidious.” DEREK WALL –” be inexperienced? It is actually quite simple and requires no knowledgeable data or complicated expertise. This is the reply: devour much less, share extra. Get pleasure from life.” DEREKE BRUCE –”So as to preserve a real perspective of 1’s significance, everybody ought to have a canine that can worship him and a cat that can ignore him.” DESI ARNAZ –”It turned a ritual that at every of our anniversaries i sang a tune and despatched her crimson and white carnations.” DESMOND MORRIS– “The town isn’t a concrete jungle, it’s a human zoo.” DESMOND TUTU –”Kids are an exquisite reward… They’ve a rare capability to see into the center of issues and to show sham and humbug for what they’re.” DEUTERONOMY –”And the Lord will make you abound in prosperity within the fruit of your physique, and within the fruit of your cattle, and within the fruit of your floor… And the Lord will make you the top, and never the tail; and also you shall have a tendency upward solely, and never downward; when you obey the commandments of the Lord your God.” DEVI BHAGAVATAM –”zero Saraswati, goddess of studying, grant me data, grant me reminiscence, grant me studying, fame and poetry, and the facility to enlighten disciples.” DEVI MAHATMYAM –”At daybreak, I bow to Chandi. Her play-act deludes Brahma, Indra, Rudra and munis and he or she has innumerable types.” DEVOTEE’S CONFESSIM –”I requested for power and God gave me difficulties to make sturdy. I requested for knowledge and God gave me issues to resolve. I requested for Braveness and God gave me risks to beat. I requested for Love and God gave me troubled folks to assist. I requested for favours and God gave me alternatives I obtained nothing I needed. I obtained all the pieces ineeded.” DEXTER –”Let the chain of second causes be ever so lengthy, the primary hyperlink is at all times in God’s hand.” DEXTER –”The demand of the human understanding for causation requires however the one and solely reply, God.” DH LAWRENCE –”I’m a part of the solar as my eye is a part of me. That I’m a part of the earth my ft know completely and my blood is a part of the ocean.” DH LAWRENCE –”It’s a high-quality factor to determine one’s personal faith in a single’s coronary heart, to not be depending on custom and Second-hand beliefs. Life will appear to you, later, not a lesser, however a larger factor. DH LAWRENCE –”Fable is an try to narrate an entire human expertise, of which the aim is just too deep, going too deep within the blood and soul, for psychological rationalization or description.” DH LAWRENCE –”The dwelling self has one function solely: to return into its personal fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a hen into spring magnificence, I or a tiger into lustre.” DH LAWRENCE –”That is what I imagine: That I’m I. That my soul is a darkish forest. That my identified self won’t ever be greater than a little bit clearing within the forest. These gods, unusual gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my identified self, after which return. That I should have the braveness to allow them to come and go. That I’ll by no means let mankind put something over me, however that I’ll strive at all times to recognise and undergo the gods in me and the gods in different women and men. There may be my creed.” DH LAWRENCE –”Why does not the previous decently bury itself, as an alternative of sitting and ready to be admitted by the current?” DHANI RAM CHATRIK –”Allow us to bury caste and creed, Allow us to erase this sorrow certainly, You a Sayyid, I a Brahmin, allow us to end this silly din. We now have to bear one another, say We’re not right here for everlasting keep, Let there be laughter in our assembly, Let our hearts be one this night.” DHU I-NUN –”Dim I-Nun: How can one attain the state of the clever? The Bedouin Sheikh: By giving up undertakings and genealogies, by slicing quick all relations.” DHU I-NUN –”I perceived that God takes in hand the affair; of them that put then- belief in Him and doesn’t let their tribulation come to naught.” DIANA –”Name me Diana, not Prineess Diaiia… Do not name me an icon. I am only a mom making an attempt to assist… Everybody must be valued. Everybody has the potential to provide one thing again… I need my boys to have an understanding of individuals’s feelings, their insecurities, folks’s misery, and their hopes and goals.” DIANA L ECK –”In Montana, each mountain and river has a reputation, and our Montana tradition speaks these names with familiarity and reverence — the Gallatin and Madison, the Bitterroot and BIackfoot. Nature does certainly reveal each the glory and terror of the Divine. However most of us within the Christian custom haven’t let the icons of nature develop into a strong a part of our theological language. There isn’t a a part of nature that carries for Christians the cultural energy and mythic vitality of the Ganges, as a lot ; as i really like the Madison, the Gallatin, and the BIackfoot rivers. Why not? Maybe these of us within the western prophetic traditions have been afraid that ; we’ll worship nature and never God.” DIANA RANKIN –”It takes twenty years of onerous work to develop into an in a single day success.” DIANA RANKIN –”It takes twenty years of onerous work to develop into an in a single day success.” DIANE –”Youth lasts for much longer than younger folks assume.” DIANE ARBUS – “Love entails an unfathomable mixture of understanding and misunderstanding.” DIANE ARBUS –”My favorite factor is to go the place I’ve by no means gone.” DICKENS– “It is over, and cannot be helped, and that is one comfort, as they at all times say in Turkey.” DIETRICH BANBOEFFER –”zero merciful God, forgive me all of the Sins I’ve dedicated towards you, andagainst my fellow males. I belief in your grace and commit my life: wholly into your palms. So do with me as appears finest to you and as is finest for me. Whether or not I dwell or die, I’m with you, and you’re with me, my God. Lord, I wait to your salvation.” DIETRICH BONHOEFFER –”The take a look at of the morality as a society is what it does for its youngsters.” DIGHA NIKAYA –”Brethren, if outsiders ought to converse towards me, or towards the Doctrine, or towards the Order, you shouldn’t on that account both bear malice, or undergo resentment, or really feel sick will. In the event you, on that account, ought to really feel offended and damage, that will stand in the best way of your individual self-conquest.” DIGHA NIKAYA –”He who says: “It’s too scorching, too chilly, too late!” Leaving the ready work unfinished nonetheless, Lets move all alternatives for good. However he who reckons warmth and chilly as straws And like a person does all that is to be carried out, He by no means falls away from happiness.” DIGHA NIKAYA –”In 5 methods ought to a toddler minister to his dad and mom: ‘As soon as supported by them, I’ll now be their assist; I’ll carry out duties incumbent on them; will sustain the lineage and custom of my household; I’ll make myself worthy of my heritage. In 5 methods dad and mom thus ministered to, by their baby, present their love for him; They restrain him from vice, they exhort him to advantage, they practice him to a occupation, they contract an appropriate marriage for him, and in due time they hand over to him his inheritance.” DIGHA NIKAYA –”The buddy who at all times seeks his profit, The buddy whose phrases are apart from his deeds, The buddy who flatters simply to make you happy, The buddy who retains you firm in incorrect, These 4 the clever regard as enemies: Shun them from afar as paths of hazard. The buddy who’s a helper on a regular basis, The buddy in happiness and sorrow each, The buddy who offers recommendation that is at all times good, These 4 the clever see as good-hearted associates And with devotion cherish comparable to these As does a mom cherish her personal baby.” DILLON LAUGHTON –”Do good issues for others and other people could accuse you of egocentric motives. Do good anyway.” DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK –”God relaxation ye, little youngsters; let nothing you affright. For Jesus Christ, your saviour was born this comfortable evening; alongside the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay. When Christ, the kid of Nazareth, was born on Christmas Day.” DINAH SHORE –”Hassle is part of your life, and when you do not share it, you do not give the one who loves you an opportunity to like you sufficient.” DIOGENES –”Training is a controlling grace to the younger, comfort to the older, wealth to the poor, ornaments to the wealthy.” DIONYSIUS –”This Universe… is each One and Many.” DIONYSIUS –”Trinity — Greater than any being, any divinity, any goodness. Information of Christians within the knowledge of heaven! Lead us up past unknowing and lightweight, as much as the farthest, highest peak of mystic scripture, the place the mysteries of God’s Phrase lie easy, absolute! And unchangeable within the good darkness of – a hidden silence with treasures past all magnificence.” DIONYSIUS –”We have to be transported wholly out of ourselves and given unto God… This Silly Knowledge, which hath neither cause nor intelligence… is the reason for all intelligence and cause, and of all knowledge and understanding,” DISRAELI –”We make our fortunes and name them destiny.” DISRAELI –”Youth is a blunder, manhood a battle, outdated age, a remorse.” DIXY LEE RAY –”It’s no coincidence that our reawakening to the particular nature of our world and to its uniquely balanced surroundings and its limitations coincided with our first glimpse of earth from outer area, via the eyes of astronauts, tv cameras and photographic tools.” DN PANDEY –”Since native data programs in India are nonetheless being practised amongst communities, they will contribute to deal with the challenges of forest administration, sustainable water administration, biodiversity conservation, and mitigation of world local weather change. Ecological penalties of local weather change require that we entry all shares of information for mitigation methods.” DOC SEUERINSEN –”Music and the humanities should not simply one thing to make folks really feel good. They elevate the soul and broaden the complete character.” DOCTRINE OF THE MEAN –”Within the E-book of Songs it’s stated, He makes no present of his ethical value, but all of the princes comply with in his steps. Therefore the ethical man, by dwelling a lifetime of easy fact and earnestness, alone can I assist to convey peace and order on the planet.” DOCTRINE OF THE MEAN –”It issues not what you inquire into however whenever you inquire right into a factor, you should by no means give it up, till you could have completely understood it. It issues not what you attempt to assume out, however whenever you as soon as attempt to assume out a factor, you should by no means give it up till you’ve got what you need.” DOCTRINE OF THE MEAN –”Solely those that are completely honest can totally develop their nature. If they will totally develop their nature, they will totally develop the character of others.” DOLLY PARTON –”If you’d like the rainbow you have to put up with a little bit rain.” DOLLY PARTON –”Storms make timber take deeper roots.” DOLLY PARTON –”The best way I see it, if you need the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” DOM MORAES– “I shall depart in methods we believed, unattainable in our youth. A bit of drained, however in finish, not sad to have lived.” DON DE LILLO –”There’s at all times a interval of curious concern between the primary sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.” DON GALER –”Within the heroic organizations, folks mentor one another unselfishly.” DON HAROLD’S –”Do not ever slam a door, you may to return.” DON JUAN DE MARCO –”There are 4 questions of worth in life… What’s sacred? Of what’s the spirit made? What’s value dwelling for, and what’s value dying fort The reply to every is similar. Solely love.” DON MARQUIS –”Happiness is the interval between intervals of unhappiness.” DON MARQUIS –”I’ve typically observed that when chickens stop quarrelling over their meals they typically discover that there’s sufficient for all of them. I’m wondering if it won’t be the identical with the human race.” DON MARQUIS –”When a person tells you that he bought wealthy via onerous work, ask him, whose?” DON MORQUIS– “Procrastination is the artwork of maintaining with yesterday.” DON WARD –”Enthusiasm is contagious. Begin an epidemic.” DON WARD –”Others can cease you quickly; solely you are able to do it completely.” DON WARD –”Take your job significantly however be taught to snicker at your self.” DON WIIIIAMS JR –”God talks incessantly. However, because it seems, mankind is deaf.” DON WILLIAM JR –”God, regardless of his informal silence, nonetheless exists. Of that I have never a single doubt.” DON WILLIAMS JR –”On an altar of prejudice we crucify our personal, but the blood of all youngsters is the color of God.” DONALD H. ME CANNON –”Management is motion, not place.” DONALD LAIRD –”To deal with your self, use your head; to deal with others, use your coronary heart.” DONALD LATUMAHINA –”1. Be observant. 2. By no means let any concept go uncaptured. three. Attempt to be taught one thing from the folks you meet. four. Take a e-book or journal wherever you go. 5. Allocate a minimal of 30 minutes to learn a e-book. 6. Meditate. 7. Take time to mirror in your day. What have you ever carried out proper? What have you ever carried out incorrect? What are you able to do to enhance your self? eight. Drink water so much. 9. Train. 10. Learn a set of quotes. 11. Select a quote of the day to ponder and apply. 12. Take notes of each expense you make. 13. Do one thing for the primary time. 14. Successfully learn on-line articles. 15. Use timer that can assist you truly do what you must do. 16. Be taught to make use of a instrument, both to enhance your ability with a well-recognized instrument or to be taught a brand new instrument. 17. Take time to assessment your life function and targets. 18. Rise early 19. Take heed to academic or motivational audio programme when you’re doing actions which don’t want full focus. 20. Be pleased about your day 21. Learn a random article to show you to new issues. 22. Have enjoyable. Be keen about life.” DONALD LATUMAHINA –”There isn’t a such factor as on the spot enchancment in life. And as in agriculture, progress can solely occur little by little over time…. The issues that you just do day by day could appear small and insignificant, however over time folks can be shocked to find out how a lot you could have grown in life. Deal with the small belongings you do day by day The important thing phrase right here is day by day In the event you don’t have the persistence to do these small issues persistently, you will not be capable to see the outcomes over the long run.” DONALD LUPTON– “The perfect information is after we hear no information.” DONALD TRUMP – “So long as you are going to assume anyway, assume massive.” DONALD TRUMP –”You need to assume anyway, so why not assume massive?” DONNA A FAVORS –”Being good is considered one of many bridges on the highway to Happiness.” DORIS DAY –”Killing an animal to make a coat is a sin. It wasn’t meant to be and ‘we now have no proper to I do it. A lady positive aspects standing when she refuses to see something killed to be placed on her again. Then she’s really lovely.” DORIS DAY –”The actually scary factor about center age is the data.” DORIS LESSING –”Coincidences are God’s manner of remaining nameless.” DORIS LESSING –”Some folks acquire fame, others deserve it.” DORIS MORTMAN –”Till you make peace with who you’re, you will by no means be content material with what you could have.” DOROTHEA KENT –”A person 90 years outdated was requested to what he attributed his longevity. “I reckon”, he stated with a twinkle in his eye, “as a result of most nights I went to mattress and slept once I ought to have sat up and anxious.” DOROTHY BERNARD –”Braveness is concern that has stated its prayers.” DOROTHY F GURNEY –”Kiss of fhesurt for pardon. Tune of the birds for mirth you are nearer to God’s coronary heart in a backyard than anywhere else on earth.” DOROTHY NORMAN -“Are cosmic creation myths in microcosm. They depict, in irrespective of how delicate variation, the everlasting battle we wage to launch the inventive energies inside ourselves and on the planet.” DOROTHY NORMAN -“Myths of the heroes are cosmic creation myths in microcosm. They depict, in irrespective of how delicate variation, the everlasting battle we wage to launch the inventive energies inside ourselves and on the planet.” DOROTHY PARKER – “If you wish to know what God thinks of cash, simply seems to be on the folks he gave it to.” DOROTHY PARKER –”I shall keep the best way I’m as a result of I don’t give a rattling.” DOROTHY PARKER –”Love is like quicksilver within the hand. Go away the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts.” DOROTHY PARKER –”Wage is not any object: I need solely sufficient to maintain physique and soul aside.” DOROTHY SERPES –”In the event you keep in mind simply the roses Forgetting all of the thorns The reminiscence of a harsh phrase Mustn’t linger on I Keep in mind all of the kisses That swept these phrases away/ And the smiles and. laughter And the sunshine of the day I Recall all these moments You treasured as soon as earlier than And preserve them in your treasure chest Now and perpetually extra Life’s sundown is so lovely It will probably make you smile In the event you recall candy reminiscences Only for a passing whereas The world is but so lovely It hasn’t modified in any respect; You possibly can hear the nightingale/ You possibly can hear the koel name The roses are nonetheless aromatic/ As they had been in years passed by The birds nonetheless sing as sweetly And there are white clouds within the sky It is as much as you to clean up i Earlier than the curtain falls For Dying isn’t the top of life? It is the Starting for us all.” DOROTHY THOMPSON –”Worry grows in darkness; when you assume there is a bogeyman round, activate the sunshine.” DOUG LARSON –”To err is human; to confess it, superhuman.” DOUGIAS P WHEEIER –”To halt the decline of an ecosystem it’s essential to assume like an ecosystem.” DOUGLARSVN –”A real buddy is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your successes.” DOUGLAS ADAMS – “God’s remaining message to creation: Sorry for the inconvenience.” DOUGLAS ADAMS – “At first, the universe was created. This has made lots of people very offended and been extensively thought to be a nasty transfer.” DOUGLAS ADAMS– “Anyone who’s able to getting himself right into a place of energy soul in no way is allowed to do the job.” DOUGLAS ADAMS –”In the event you stick a Babel fish in your ear you’ll be able to immediately perceive something stated to you in any type of language.” DOUGLAS ADAMS –”At first, the universe was created. This made lots of people very offended, and has been extensively thought to be a nasty concept.” DOUGLAS ADAMS –”It’s identified that there are an infinite variety of worlds, just because there may be an infinite quantity of area for them to be in. Nonetheless, not each considered one of them is inhabited. Any finite quantity divided by infinity is as close to nothing as makes no odds, so the typical inhabitants of all of the planets within the Universe could be stated to be zero. From this it follows that the inhabitants of the entire Universe can also be zero, and that any folks chances are you’ll meet occasionally are merely merchandise of a deranged creativeness.” DOUGLAS ADAMS –”l could not have gone the place I meant to go, however I feel I’ve ended up the place I meant to be.” DOUGLAS ADAMS –”Nothing travels quicker than the pace of the sunshine with the attainable exception of unhealthy information, which obeys its personal particular legal guidelines.” DOUGLAS ADAMS –”That is clearly some unusual utilization of the phrase ‘protected’ that I wasn’t beforehand conscious of.” DOUGLAS EVERETT –”There are some folks, who dwell in a dream world, and there are some who face actuality; after which there are those that flip one into the opposite.” DOUGLAS JERRDD –”Earth is right here so type, that simply tickle her with a hoe and he or she laughs with a harvest.” DOUGLAS JERROLD –”A person by no means so fantastically exhibits his personal power as when he respects one other’s weak point.” DOUGLAS MACARTHUR –”There isn’t a safety on this earth, there may be solely alternative.” DOUGLAS MACARTHUR –”Years could wrinkle the pores and skin, however to surrender curiosity wrinkles the soul. You’re as younger as your religion, as outdated as your doubt; as younger as your self-confidence, as outdated as your concern; as younger as your hope, as outdated as your despair. Within the central place of each coronary heart there’s a recording chamber. As long as it receives messages of magnificence, hope, cheer and braveness, so lengthy are you younger. When your coronary heart is roofed with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, after which solely, are you grown outdated. After which, certainly because the ballad says, you simply fade away” DOUGLAS MALLOCH –”You need to imagine in happiness, Or happiness by no means comes.” DOUGLAS PAGEIS –”A buddy is likely one of the nicest issues you’ll be able to have, and among the best factor you could be.” DOUGLAS YATESS –”People who find themselves smart about love are incapable of it.” DR BENDRE –”Age after age, Millennium after millennium, Yugadi returns. Bringing with it new pleasure of the New Yr and of a brand new life.” DR SEUSS –”And the Grinch, together with his Grinch-feet ice chilly within the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how may it’s so? It got here with out ribbons. It got here with out tags. It got here with out packages, packing containers or baggage. And he puzzled and puzzled ‘until his puzzler was sore./Then the Grinch considered one thing he hadn’t earlier than./ What if Christmas, he thought, does not come from a retailer./ What if Christmas, maybe, means a little bit bit extra.” DR TED KAPTCHUK –”Well being is an episode between two sicknesses.” DR. LEONARD BACON– “This nation is inhabited by Saints, Sinners and Beechers.” DRAUPADI, SABHA –”Go, and ask that gambler current within the meeting, whom he hath misplaced first, himself, or me.” DREW BARRYMORE –”Oh, I like hugging. I want I used to be an octopus, so I may hug 10 folks at a time!” DRIES SHAH –”It’s not sufficient that there’s a assortment of individuals with the frequent purpose of working in unison in direction of an goal… Aspiration and need solely should not sufficient.” DRYDEN –”Religion is to imagine what you don’t but see: the reward for this religion is to see what you imagine. Thus all under is power, and all above is grace.” DRYDEN –”Mark her majestic material; she’s a temple. Sacred by beginning, and constructed by palms divine.” DRYDEN –”There are three results of doting age: Useless doubts, idle cares, over warning.” DUDLEY MOOKE –”The perfect automobile security machine is a rear-view mirror with a cop in it.” DUE DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD –”Nonetheless good an motion could also be, it shouldn’t be accounted nice when it’s not the results of nice function.” DUE DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD –”We’re all sufficient to bear the misfortunes of different.” DUKE OD EILINGTON –”Love is indescribable and unconditional; I may let you know a thousand issues that it’s not, however not one which it’s.” DUKE OF WINDSOR– “The factor that impresses me most about America is the best way dad and mom obey their youngsters.” DULICHAND JAIN –”One has to know that non-violence and equality represent everlasting dharma.” DULICHAND JAIN –”Maybe greater than every other non secular custom, Janism is imbued with its dedication to self-reliance. Within the soul’s tormented battle to free itself from its beginningless, and presumably countless – worldly bondage, neither destiny nor the gods could be of any assist. Even the Jinas can not relieve him of his karmic money owed; nevertheless, it’s their educating which facilitates the soul’s journey in direction of perfection.” DUMBLEDORE –”Darkish and troublesome occasions lie forward, Harry. Quickly we should all face the selection between what is correct… and what’s simple.” DUMBLEDORE –”His precedence didn’t appear to be to show them what he knew, however quite to impress upon them that nothing, not even… data, was foolproof.” DUMBLEDORE –”The reality is an exquisite and horrible factor, and may subsequently be handled with nice warning. Harry Potter and the Thinker’s Stone One doesn’t do nicely to dream and overlook to dwell.” DUMBLEDORE –”What’s coming will come and we’ll simply have to satisfy it when it does.” DUMBLEDORE –”Youth can not know the way age thinks and feels. However outdated males are responsible in the event that they overlook what it was to be younger.” DUNCAN JOHNSTONE –”First revealed shortly after his demise in February 1940, ‘Reminiscence Maintain-the-door’ isn’t an autobiography within the fullest sense, however quite a set of reminiscences about folks and locations John Buchan had identified. Within the first sentence of the preface he wrote: This e-book is a journal of sure experiences, not written within the experiencing second, however rebuilt out of reminiscence’.” DUNYA MIKHAIL –”The Wright brothers created the only biggest cultural drive because the invention of writing. The airplane turned the primary World Huge Internet, bringing folks, languages, concepts and values collectively Invoice Gates It not overlooks the river Now not is within the metropolis Now not on the map The bridge that was The bridge that we used to cross day by day The bridge The warfare tossed it into the river Simply as that girl aboard the Titanic Tossed her blue diamond.” DURGA ASHTOTRAM –”A tiger symbolises limitless energy. Durga driving tiger signifies that She possesses limitless energy and makes use of it to guard advantage and destroy evil.” DURGALAKSHMI, V –”It’s God, His being, His seeing, which make the entire world appear a by no means ending magnificence in bliss. This magnificence, this bliss is born of affection divine. To grant man this magnificence, this true bliss of affection, God comes down and walks the earth, as a sage, as a saint, a mahatma or a guru divine. His mystic divine imaginative and prescient now, is for every one, to see, to drink in and really feel candy ecstasy Man then dances singing thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks my pricey lord, for revealing to me You and I could be one in candy godly seeing. Reality, love and sweetness are an everlasting actuality to me now, as I do know You’re me and I You.” dustin hoffman –”Life stinks however that does not imply you do not get pleasure from it.” DWIGHT D EISENHOWER –”Properly, it is onerous for a mere man to imagine that girl does not have equal rights.” DWIGHT D ELSENHOWER –”Plans are nothing; planning is all the pieces.” DWIGHT D ELSENHOWER –”We, the folks, elect leaders to not rule however to serve.” DWIGHT EISENHOWER –”Management is the artwork of getting another person to do one thing you need carried out as a result of he desires to do it.” DWLGHT D. EISENHOWER –”I feel that individuals need peace a lot that considered one of lately authorities had higher get out of their manner and allow them to have it.” DYLAN THOMAS –”Although lovers be misplaced love shall not/And demise shall haven’t any dominion.” LORD GEORGE-BROWN –”It’s troublesome to go on strike if there isn’t a work within the first place.” SMITH –”If to be outdated is to not be clever, then it’s merely to be out of date.” Bradford Massage Therapy | Holly Rose Massage Swedish MassageSports MassageDeep Tissue MassagePrenatal MassageAromatherapyTrigger Point Therapy The post Birth of Life appeared first on Holly Rose Massage. http://ift.tt/2fBSloa

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