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Cozy Secrets || Bucky Barnes
Character: Spy!Bucky x Roommate!Reader
Summary: Y/N discovers her seemingly perfect roommate, Bucky, is a spy.
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In the heart of the bustling city, Y/N found herself looking for the perfect roommate. Her previous housemate had bid adieu after getting engaged, leaving Y/N in the lurch to find a suitable replacement.
After countless interviews, Y/N finally stumbled upon what seemed to be the answer to her roommate's quest – Bucky, a sports photographer with a penchant for cleanliness and a propensity for quiet nights.
His nocturnal work hours meshed well with Y/N's daytime routine, and his willingness to contribute to the apartment's upkeep made him the ideal housemate.
The first three months of their living arrangement went smoothly. He was always punctual with rent, impeccably tidy, and even willing to take on household chores without complaint – he was the roommate Y/N had always dreamed of.
However, something twisted happened one day when she returned home later than usual.
As she swung open the door, ready to unwind in her sanctuary, her eyes widened in disbelief and horror.
Her once-immaculate living space was now a chaotic mess, and right in the middle of the turmoil were two men engaged in a heated scuffle, with Bucky caught in the crossfire.
"Excuse me, what the heck is this?" Y/N exclaimed, her initial shock transforming into a mix of rage and confusion. The three combatants froze, turning their attention to Y/N.
The two men, realizing they were caught in the act, exchanged nervous glances but didn't utter a word. Bucky seized the opportunity for a strategic move in the split second of confusion.
With a swift motion, he expertly maneuvered between the brawlers and shut them down with a series of impeccably executed moves, leaving them in a stunned heap on the floor.
"Bucky, what in the world is happening here?" Y/N demanded, her eyes darting between the mess and her roommate, who was now defensive.
Bucky, seeing the need for a more honest approach, took a deep breath and decided to come clean. "Y/N, there's something you should know. I'm not just a sports photographer. I'm actually a spy."
Y/N stared at him, her initial anger giving way to sheer disbelief. "A spy? Are you serious, Bucky? Is this some sort of elaborate prank?"
Bucky shook his head, his expression serious. "No, I'm dead serious. I chose this apartment because it provides the perfect vantage point to keep an eye on a target across the building. Those guys you just saw? They were after the same target, and things got a bit out of hand."
Y/N blinked, processing this unexpected revelation. "Wait, so you're telling me that all this time, while I thought you were just a neat freak sports photographer, you've been living a double life as a spy?"
Looking genuinely remorseful, Bucky began, "Y/N, I'm really sorry about the mess. This wasn't supposed to happen, and I didn't mean to put you in this situation. It was a mistake, and I take full responsibility."
Y/N, arms still crossed, nodded. "Apologies won't fix my now-ruined living room, Bucky. This is unacceptable. I thought I finally found the perfect roommate, not a spy who turns my place into a battlefield."
Bucky, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded solemnly. "I understand, Y/N. My agency will cover the expenses for the repairs and replacements. I'll make sure everything is back to normal. You have my word."
True to his word, Bucky coordinated with his agency, ensuring a team was dispatched to clean up the aftermath of the brawl. Broken items were replaced with new ones, and the apartment was restored to its former glory.
A few days later, as Y/N surveyed the now spotless living room, Bucky approached her tentatively. "I hope this makes up for the mess, Y/N. I really didn't mean for any of this to happen."
Y/N, now feeling a bit more forgiving, sighed. "Fine, Bucky. You've cleaned up your mess, literally. But I still need time to get over the fact that my roommate is a spy who uses my apartment for covert operations."
Bucky hesitated, "Y/N, I hope you don't want me to move out. I really like it here."
As Y/N contemplated whether she should ask Bucky to find a new place, her phone buzzed with a notification about her upcoming high school reunion. The idea of attending filled her with dread.
"Ugh, a high school reunion," she muttered to herself.
Bucky, overhearing, raised an eyebrow. "Problem with the reunion?"
Y/N grimaced. "I despise those events.” She doesn’t want to meet the popular girl from her school who constantly bullies her. But this time, she wants to show off. She got an excellent job nice apartment. But there’s one she doesn’t have.
A boyfriend.
Y/N looked Bucky from head to toe and mumbled, “What if..." But this idea was insane; she shook her head.
Bucky looked curious. "What if what?"
“Nothing.”
Bucky, understanding the high school dynamics, chuckled. "Ah, trying to one-up the mean girls from the past. So you need someone to accompany you? I'm in.”
Y/N fell silent for a moment, a realization slowly dawning on her. "You knew about my personal life?"
Bucky rubbed his head, a hint of embarrassment coloring his expression. He didn't deny it, saying, "Well, I'm a spy, and my agency does background checks on everyone."
Her hands now covering her face, Y/N sighed, "Oh no...."
Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. "What do you think? With my spy skills, I bet I could impress everyone at the reunion. In exchange, please don't kick me out. Pleasee...."
Y/N grumbled, her frustration apparent. "Fine."
Bucky grinned, a mix of relief and amusement in his eyes. "Thanks Y/N. I swear you won’t regret this."
As they navigated the quirks of their unique living situation, little did they know that more surprises and adventures awaited them in the days ahead.
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Pop rocks (Marko x Reader)
This drabble was based off of this post by @walmart-cereal . But I saw it while traveling and couldn't help but write this, I'm writing this while in the car so that's why it's so short though lol
Pairing: Marko x Reader
Word count: 395
Warnings: None
⚠️ ���𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️
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“It's about time you made it!” Paul's voice cut through the buzz of the boardwalk.
“Sorry, I had to get ready and actually get here” you laughed while making your way to the group.
“We could have picked you up,” Marko stated, leaning back on his bike.
“And don't say you didn't want to burden anyone” he cut in when you opened your mouth, causing you to close it.
“Well I'm here now, so what is the plan?” You asked as they all dismounted their bikes.
“Look for dinner,” David spoke.
“Have fun along the way” Paul smiled, slinging his arm around your shoulder, looking behind him before his arm fell and he rummaged in his jacket for a cigarette, but your shoulder didn't stay empty for long as Marko stepped up on the other side of you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You didn't see the looks that the others shot him, or the one he shot in return as he guided you down the boardwalk.
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“See that wasn't so bad”
“No it wasn't, but I'm not going on it again Paul” you told him as you and him stared at the rollercoaster from where you sat in front of the little shop. The others were still inside “buying” things like cigarettes and drinks, you were about to say something else when suddenly you heard a crackling and popping right next to your ear. Jerking back, you turned to see Marko standing there with a grin.
“What the freak?” You laughed
“Pop rocks”
“And you felt the need to activate them right next to my ear?”
“Where else?” He laughed, before tilting the small pouch towards you.
“Want some?”
“Sure” you smiled, holding out your hand and letting him pour some into your palm before dumping them into your mouth, letting the candy activate. You and Marko sat down at the small bench, watching for his nightly meal while enjoying the candy. You didn't see the shocked expression of Paul, or the knowing looks that Dwayne and David were sending the two of you.
“He never shares with me” Paul whined.
“He never shares with anyone” Dwayne stated
“We aren't Y/N” David nodded, watching as Marko put his arm on the back of the bench behind you, giving you some more candy while the two of you smiled.
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Pink Elephants
Art by Vamos_MK on twitter I do not own it!
Dark Tsudare Buggy x FemReader
SPICY ANGST
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So SO much fucked up shit in this one- So if you are light of heart or have any trauma, Please go to literally any other post of mine. I have a masterlist Right here- And if you've finished this here is something nice and Fluffy to balance out for you honey I gotcha. Hell here is a link to Kittens on Pinterest you deserve it.
⚠️Warnings:⚠️ Angst, Drugged sex, Non Con, Dead Dove, Tsudare Buggy, Overstimulation, Creampie, Spit as Lube, Unprotected sex, Branding, Living sex toy, Public sex, Humiliation and honestly a bunch more shit. This warning should be 2 pages long- hell I'll throw in bad writing.
I wrotw this while watching AHS. Blame American Horror Stories- If you know You Know
Day 5: Collar
"Captian!" She heard her first mate yell out- Captian (Y/N) of the (Y/N) Pirates, a feared face of pirates and a upcoming star here in the East Blue. She had recently acquired a 16,000,000 Berry bounty and was seen as a flashy newcomer. It was late and she had been going over an upcoming raid on a fairly wealthy town when called.
Rushing out from the Map room (Y/N) Rushed to the seeing her crew on full alert. Looking out to see a massive ship heading towards their vessel- (Y/N) assuming it must be a Marine Battle ship.
"Ready the canons! Point to starboard!!" She yelled as the screw scrambled to ready the canons however it seemed too late for that as canon fire from the other ship sounded. Everyone based for impact but it never came, instead similar to fireworks large orbs of red shot above them and exploded releasing a mine mist.
A red cloud coating the ship as (Y/N) tried to cover her face with her coat to tried and reduce the effect of the fog as she stumbled to the side trying to fight it as she saw her crew fall one by one to the mountainous ship heading towards them.
"Fuck" She managed out before falling unconscious as well. When waken up (Y/N) did not know how long it had been, Groaning at the ache from her head as the sedative wore away.
"Now my newest performers are here!" A cheery voice sounded as the performing freaks paused their acts and stepped to the side, allowing their ringleader to walk through.
Seeing that her and the crew were bound with thick chains on a dirt floor- She shifted slightly and it was like everything came to life, Bright lights and circus music started up suddenly as circus performers began to perform around (Y/N) and the crew getting close and laughing at the surprise on everyone's face.
Buggy The Clown- He was well known and while a pain in the ass for some he did have the potential to be dangerous and cruel. He smiled down at (Y/N) looking almost impressed by her appearance. Tapping his foot impatiently as he straightened out invisible imperfections in his coat.
"Wow, Those bounty posters down do you much justice, Much prettier in person. Speaking of which!-" Reaching into his coat he brought out her bounty for all to see, Smiling but a gleam of anger in his eyes.
"Captian (Y/N)! A newcomer managing to outshine me here in the East Blue! And on top of that hitting the locations I wanted~" He said with a laugh, crumbling the poster and tossing it to the side like nothing.
(Y/N) didn't say anything, didn't even react to this- Instead acting completely stoic in response as Buggy stepped over and backhanded her. Barely able to hold back the yelp that wanted to rip through her throat, but instead held her head up. Clearly this pissing Buggy off as he clenched his fist-
"Fine, really that indifferent?" Buggy chimed, suddently grabbing the cabin boy roughly by the hair- He was no older then 15 and fat tears rolled down his cheeks in terror. Buggy pulled a blade from his coat and looked (Y/N) straight in the eyes.
"Nothing to say? Ohh Tough I see!" He said amused, laughing as She kept her eyes on him calmly.
"See I heard this rumor that you love your Crew- Would do anything for them! How loyal they are to you" A shiver went up (Y/N) spine at hearing him say this.
"How sweet huh? A Captian willing to do anything for their crew" He said, before suddently punching her First mate hard across the face. The man groaning in pain as Buggy watched for her reaction which she gave non.
"Then I guess I can start getting rid them~" He smiled and went to jam the blade into the cabin boys throat.
"STOP!" She screeched, fear painted her face as Buggy paused his actions- the blade lightly touching the cabin boys neck leaving a thin scratch. Buggy turned with a wide smile on his lips, his eyes cold and calculating as he stared down at her- How her shoulders shook in suppressed fear and eyes wide.
"Oh?~ What's this now? I thought you were playing Miss Tough Guy~" He said in a sing song voice, dropping the boy who sat there breathing hard and terrified. Neatly tucking his blade back into his coat as he swaggered over with a smirk.
She bowed her head in defeat, realizing she had been perfectly played into his gloved hands. Fear bubbling in her chest as (Y/N) realized what had been done.
"...I'll give you whatever it is that you want- As long as my crew goes free unharmed" She said calmly, Not meeting his gaze as she felt him lower himself to look over her face. She could smell the harsh scent of Rum and Apples that seemed to follow him.
He smiled wider at this, tapping his chin playfully as he stared at her. Like he was thinking but she knew this was what he really wanted.
"Then we have a deal~" He purred out, waving one of his freaks over which caught her attention as a bandana was placed into his hands and he pressed it to her face. Panic filling her system as she tried to pull away but her mind became muggy and soon darkness developed her once again.
Foggy again she opened her eyes, This time by force as bright flashes of light forcing her from her sleep- Seeing she was strapped down to a table and the cold that hit her body, realizing quickly she was naked and on one of the circuses wheel of death used for knife throwing. Turning to the side quickly she saw a man to her left with a welding tool that was blinding-
"W-What the hell?!" She screamed, the man pulling back to tug on what she realized was a pink leather collar with a gold ring that had welded it closed around her neck to keep it from ever coming off.
"We h-had a deal!!!" She screeched as (Y/N) desperately tried tug on the rope and wiggle her neck around at feeling the collar dig into her flesh.
"That we did Doll" A sarcastic voice chimed, turning to see Buggy walking around her with a smile on his lips, his eyes racking over her naked form.
"See you said I could have whatever I wanted for the price of your crew going free- And I wanted you" He purred, Fear squeezing the air from her lungs as she realized what had been done. Tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she yanked on the restraints harder.
"Now there is no need for that my Darling~ You arent going anywhere or sles ill have you bath in their blood" He practically sang as she heard him rustle behind her away from view for a few moments before a wave of heat seemed to suddently waft over her, (Y/N) eyes widening at this as as Buggy stood back infront of her with a branding iron in his hand it bright red and glowing from the fire it has come from.
"I do like to write my name on my new toys however" He mused. (Y/N) sobbing at the sight as she desperately pulled feeling the rope burn into her flesh with each continued pull of the restraints.
"N-No Please! NO!-" She cried as Buggy smiled down at her, ignoring her words as he pressed the red iron into her flesh- Her screams echoing on the ship as he quickly pulled away, Smirking at the freshly burned red brand of his Jolly Roger on her chest before tossing the iron back into the coals.
"Have her ready for the show" He told one of his freaks, but (Y/N) mind was too foggy to really grasp anything as the pain ripped through her system, broken sobs weezing from her longs as the warmth of the now permanent collar was forgotten.
The freaks untied her and proceeded to drag her naked form back to the main stage- she couldn't even mentally process were she was as she was tossed back to the dirt of the circus circle- The feeling of someone grabbing a corner of the collar to yank her to her knees and attach a long pink leash.
She sat there on the ground, Her head bowed as she tried to wake her foggy mind from the ether that he had given her and the pain that still washed through her system from her burned flesh.
"Forward Now~ The show is about to start~" Buggy purred out as he tugged on the leash her collar was attached to. Looking up as he tugged again she saw it- Her crew all shackled to the audience seats, Their eyes widening at seeing her both naked and the fresh branding on her naked breast- (Y/N) hands scrambling to cover herself as warmth hit her face.
"Ah non of that!" Buggy laughed and yanked her up to her feet with the leash.
"This is humilating!!!" She screamed at him pulling back to swing at him but hands grabbed her wrist as he leaned in close with darkened eyes.
"That's the point, You get a taste of daring to humiliate me by upstaging me and steal fame from me" He hissed.
She screamed as she was fucked relentlessly into the wooden chair, Buggy holding the inner most part of her thighs in order to keep her still. Fat tears rolling down her cheeks as forced moans and sobs left her at his painful pace.
Humiliation and fear filled her system by the look in his eyes. Shoving her hard she landed backyards on a hard wooden chair, her head hitting the back of it with a loud crack.
(Y/N) felt a wave of nausea hit her as she tried to sit up- Tears threatening to spill. Taking advantage of her being dazed Buggy grabbed the lead and secured it around her wrist and then looped it on the top of the throne securing her in place.
Pulling on the binding lead she felt it tughten only and began to frantically try to escape- Almost willing to give up her crew at this point as she struggled. It wasn't till she heard the shifting of clothes did her eyes return to Buggy, seeing him lazily pull at his belt. .aking quick work of his trousers he ignored her struggles in trying to close her legs and forced them open with ease Staring down at her exposed sex he simply spit on it with a lazy shrug. Without even a moments notice he slammed himself into her fully and pulled back just as quick to repeat the harsh thrust.
"H-Hurts!!" She sobbed but her cries were ignored as he grunted harder above her and bottomed out. Pulling his gloves off with his teeth he made quick work of her clit, wanting to make sure she came around his cock.
"There we go~" He purred, Slowing his hips down enough to match the rhythm of his fingers. A dark smile on his lips as he forced the painful orgasm through her- Cackling at the tears that spilled from her cheeks as a moan screamed through her as she came hard against his cock and fingers. Buggy groaning at this as he felt her tighten around him before burying himself as deep inside of her and Cumming with a hissed out moan- pulling out quickly afterwards to stare.
Buggy couldn't help but admire her, the shaking thighs the tears and the fresh come that dripped crom her abused pussy. Smiling with pride at what he had done- grabbing her waist he pulled her up just enough to sit on the throne with her above him. His tongue licking around the branding and hands returning inbetween her legs.
"N-No More.." She sobbed, her wrist sore from the digging leash that kept her to the Silly Throne, her knees spread uncomforbly wide touching either side of the under arms as Buggy stared at her with an amused smirk. His ungloved fingers nestled deeply inside her folds, thumb running over the bruised clit as she cried out again pulling on the restraints in vain- Feeling his awaiting cock still pressed against her thigh even after so many rounds eager to return to her waiting heat.
"What did we agree on Doll~ I get my plaything and your crew gets to live. Don't you all remember?" He said loudly, She didn't dare look up as she could heard the uncomforble confirmation of the crew behind her, shackled in the audience chair as they watched their Captian like this-
"See~ Now I can throw them all to the sea beast and you can go on your merry way!~ Now what do you choose Captian (Y/N)?~" She winced at the Meer mention of her name and title, Humiliation bubbling in her sore chest as she sniffles again and nodded in agreement to save her crew. Tears running down her cheeks which make his smile as he leaned forward to lick them off her cheeks, Like he enjoyed the taste of her suffering.
"Good Girl~"
In a moments his free severed hand bought a heavy cloth to her nose- His eyes locking onto her to made sure she breathed it in. (Y/N) reluctantly breathing it in as the foogy smell of the ether inducing chemicals flooded her lungs, her body starting to slack as she felt ger body grow heavy and mind slip away. He chuckled at the sight of her body getting loopy once more, His fingers pulling from her folds earning a whimpering moan from her before he wrapped it around his cock to guide himself into her.
"Let's go again~ This time will be the finale"
He purred put as he pushed himself deeply into her- Earning another weakened cry from the woman. Gripping her already bruised hips he began to make her bounce on his cock, enjoying the sight of her body moving with each thrust.
"Move for me~" He ordered, (Y/N) beginning to bounce on his cock as instructed if not slower- still shaking from the overstimulation of her forced orgasm. Buggy smirked at this and reached up pressing his thumb into the branded wound making her cry in pain.
"Faster" He ordered. (Y/N) cried at this as she speed up her pace, the wet noises of sex filling the air as she could only close her eyes and do as commanded- Her heart aching in pain while forced pleasure washed over her form. Buggy seemingly pleased with this as he grunted from under her- But not liking her eyes closed he grabbed her hips suddently pausing for only a moment as he picked her up from his cock and sun her around before slamming back into her.
Keeping up his brutal pace as he made sure the crew watched their Captian face first. She closed her eyes tightly as she didnt wish to see their faces like this. Buggy however didn't let that stand, pushing her body out just enough to were the collar was tighter around her throat and couldn't get oxygen- (Y/N) eyes widened at this as she tried to move in a different position to release the tension of the collar but Buggy wouldn't allow it. Her eyes landing on her crew infront of her as they stared in horror at her purpl-ing face.
As the crashing of an orgasm hit her he let the collar slack adding sweet oxygen to the mix which made her mind go fuzzy and scream out as she came over his cock. A wicked laugh echoing from Buggy as he saw her blessed out face from the oxygen and orgasm- how her body slacked afterwards as she looked disoriented and dumb.
"Well done Doll!~ Looks like the show is over" He sang, Leaning her back against his chest as he felt her close to fainting but wanted her to watch. Waving for his freaks to release her crew to gods-knows-where.
"Look~ See your crew is free to go Doll" He whispered in her ear and rubbed her shaking legs in mock comfort. She watched with tear filled eyes as her crew filed out by Buggy's Freaks. Looking at her with pity and shame at (Y/N)'s sacrifice, their Captian was gone now only Buggy's shiny new toy remained.
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Hi! So I've been looking at some writing prompts in hopes of finally overcoming my current writer's block, and some of the ones that looked interesting to me start with something like "character a and b get separated and x thing happens". The problem is, no one ever specifies WHY or HOW characters A and B got separated, and I'm having a lot of trouble coming up with reasons on my own. I also haven't been able to find any "reasons why characters would get split up" lists anywhere and I'm kinda stumped. Do you have any tips to help?
Struggling with Writing Prompts
Well, writing prompts are meant to be somewhat vague. The point is to plant seeds that will grow in your own unique imagination.
It sounds like you need a refresher on how to brainstorm ideas like these. So, let's start there. ♥
The key with brainstorming is to dial everything back and break it down to its simplest point... "Character A and B got separated" is pretty broad and vague. How can we dial that back and break it down?
First, before we can figure out where they are and why, we have to figure out who they are. Who do you want A and B to be? Romantic partners? Love interests? Parent and child? Siblings? Best friends? Co-workers? Classmates? Teacher and student? Captor and captive? Prisoner and guard? Guide and client? There are lots of possibilities. Let's say you go with best friends. Flesh that out... are they adult best friends? Teen best friends? Child best friends? How old? What gender? Let's say they're a fifteen year old girl and and sixteen-year-old enby.
Next... we know they must be someplace together because they get separated. So, where are they? Where might a fifteen and sixteen year old pair of besties be, and what might they be doing? Are they at school packing up ahead of an early dismissal due to a freak snowstorm? Are they shopping in Times Square on a field trip to NYC? Are they walking home from school through a vacant lot? Are they hiking through the woods at summer camp? Let's say they're shopping in Times Square.
Now, we can look at how they got separated. Did they part ways voluntarily, each going into a different store and not finding each other again? Did one ditch the other for some reason? Was one taken by someone? Did one fall through a portal into another time? Did one vanish because they were called back to the fey realm they unknowingly came from? Was one arrested? Did one inadvertently get on the wrong subway?
Again, there are lots of possibilities. The point is to brainstorm them all, pick the combination that sounds fun, and let your imagination run wild! :)
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Valentine's Week, Day 3, Fluff Fic
Summary: Ford is sent to find Stanley and bring him back to the States. He fails.
AO3/Ko-Fi
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So.
It had been a while since he had spoken to Stanley.
It wasn’t Ford’s fault. Stan had been the one to ruin his chances of getting into West Coast Tech. Of course he wasn’t going to talk to him. Ford had been more than happy just to pretend like Stan didn’t even exist.
And then the check, signed with Stanley’s name, had come in.
It…it had been ten times more than his grant. It had been more than he ever could’ve made with a West Coast Tech degree. Ford, of course, had called his parents.
His mother had been overjoyed. Apparently, Stanley had called her a week ago, right after a check for their parents had arrived, containing enough to set up their parents for life, enough to pay back all the lost millions. Before he could ask more questions, his father had grabbed the phone. He was less happy.
Stanley had told his father that he never wanted to hear from him or Ford again. Apparently, Ford’s machine had still been running when he left. He had never touched it. All of this could’ve been cleared up seven years ago. Because of their lack of trust in him, Stanley had been given advice just to cut contact, which he did.
But Filbrick Pines couldn’t handle that.
So, instead of running around the woods of Oregon like his muse suggested, Ford found himself in the streets of Wàn Qiān Chéng, China, looking for his twin.
“So, describe Stanley to me again?”
At least he wasn’t alone. Fiddleford stood on his tippy toes, looking around. Ford couldn’t help but look around as well, drinking in the sight of the city. Wàn Qiān Chéng was known as the beating heart of the tech world, to the point that they could control the weather. If he had attended West Coast Tech, he could’ve attended so many meetings here.
“I told you, he looks like me, just without the glasses.”
“And the eyebags?” Fiddleford jabbed, not even looking at him.
“Yeah, sure, what-” Ford came to a stop. They had walked out into one of the city’s squares that seemed to host a farmer’s market. For once, he wasn’t looking at the advanced city. He was looking at the people.
Not the humans. The animal-shaped people.
They were everywhere, just casually going about their business. The humans occasionally had to dodge a tail or shuffle aside massive weight, but nobody seemed surprised. They were just doing their own thing.
“What?” Ford looked around, feeling his hand itch to write and draw the sight. “What is this?”
“I don’t know,” Fiddleford adjusted his glasses, looking around. “But it-”
“Hey!” Ford grabbed the arm of the nearest person. The young man yelped, nearly dropping his book, but Ford had questions. “The animal-shaped people, who- what- what are they?!” A memory of his advisor was rolling in, warning him, but he was too freaked out to think about it.
“The yaogui?!” the guy said, yanking his arm away. “What about them?”
“Why aren’t you freaking out?!”
The guy blinked. “Uh…have you been living in the woods or something?” Before Ford could say yes, he continued. “China revealed that magic was real, alongside their yaogui population, five years ago.” Before Ford could say yes, the guy started sprinting away.
Five years ago. That…that had been when his advisor said his study might be “dicey” before giving him his grant. That… Ford felt his legs shake. Before he could collapse, a hand landed on his shoulder. “Is that Stanley?”
Ford looked up, following Fiddleford’s gaze to a stall selling peaches. His heart nearly stopped. Because, yes, that was Stanley.
He looked like he had barely aged. He wore a comfortable white shirt and jeans, his hair long and tied back with a yellow ribbon. Stan smiled and laughed at something the seller said. Ford couldn’t hear it from across the square, but he knew the noise like it was tattooed into his brain.
“Yeah.” His mouth was dry. “Yeah, that’s him.”
Fiddleford hummed. “You forgot to mention that he was handsome.”
Ford’s first instinct was to deny it because they had the same face. But seeing Stanley smiling like the sun reminded him of old things. While Ford had been smarter, Stanley had been the confident one, always comfortable in his own skin. He could’ve made hundreds of friends, but he hadn’t, because he wanted to stick by Ford.
Except, now, he didn’t have Ford anymore, did he?
The resolve to never speak about Stanley crumbled, and Ford wanted to crumble too. He felt a smile form as he took a step forward, and another and another and another. He wanted to say something, anything. It had been ten years, and ten years too long since he talked with his twin.
“Stanley!”
The cry of his twin’s name broke Ford from his trance. Stanley didn’t move, but Ford found himself ducking behind a stall anyway. The stall owner gave him a weird look, but he didn’t care, even as he felt Fiddleford hunch next to him.
A man had run up to his twin and now had his arms wrapped around him. If Stanley was handsome, Ford could only describe the man as radiant. Glossy strawberry blonde curls were braided back, revealing a smile full of sunshine. A loose pink sweater drooped down one lovely shoulder. “Stanley, did you get my peaches?”
“I’m getting them now, see?” The stall owner chuckled as Stan accepted a bag of peaches. “Honestly, you eat them like they’re going out of style.”
“You don’t know that. They could be out.” Ford felt his ears light up as the man leaned close, stage whispering into his twin’s ear. “And I so wanted to make that peach dessert you loved.”
…oh.
This might be a little bit harder than Ford planned.
#Valentine's Week#LMK#Monkie Kid#LEGO Monkie Kid#Gravity Falls#GF#AU#Ford Pines#Fiddleford McGucket#Sun Wukong#Stan Pines#Stan x Wukong#my writing
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🏅Being Team Japan's Manager 🏅
💔Relationship Troubles with Bokuto 💗
Bokuto Kōtarō featuring Team Japan x Female Manager
Warnings: Swearing, Bokuto being a complete jerk, petname, angst to fluff, suggestive at the end 🙃
AN: Its a very Bokuto centered day 🥰This is an Anon request! I may have gotten a tiny bit carried away with this one. I also cried alot 🥲 I'm emotional when it comes to our boys 🥺 I'm really proud of this one ❤
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Oof this one is going to make me cry 😢
I already know it
And the fact that it's with our resident himbo 🥺
But it must be done and who else to deliver but yours truly 🤗
Your relationship with Bokuto has been going on for about 6 months now
You started out of friends when you joined Team Japan as their resident hotty 🔥 and manager 💅🏼
Honestly, Team Japan adores you YN
You lucky bitch 😒
But there was always something special about Bokuto
Pls he's such a bubbly Boi I just can't even 😫
Bokuto took an instant liking to you and you to him
Did he annoy you? Absolutely 💯
Did you find him attractive as all hell? Abso-FREAKING-lutely 🙌🏻
Bokuto is like what? 6'3" timeskip 👀
Lawd girl of you don't I will
N E WAYS, you two grew extremely close
Daily practices and nightly walks home
Consistent "HEY HEY HEY YN WATCH THIS!"
Giant Bear hugs and headpats
You would grab coffee or ever dinner sometimes
Of course, the other three idiots guys would accompany you occasionally as well
When Bokuto finally asked you out, it was very Bokuto-style
Super spontaneous and loud
Lile he literally walked you to your apartment door, was about to leave, turned around and shouted
"YN WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?"- Bokuto, zero chill
"Ko- we just went out..."- You, extremely confused
"No I mean, like a date"- Bokuto 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
YN of you take longer than a single second to answer this imma come there and smack you 🤚🏻
Someone summon Iwaizumi for me- 🏐
"Of course I will Kotaro"- You 🥺🤗
Good girl Yn ☺️
Please Bokuto is so excited he will pick you up and spin you around 🥰
God I love that for you 😐
Me, a jealous bish
Thus begins the ship know as BokuYN
The next few months go by quickly
Your relationship is tugging along and everything is going well
Unfortunately, the storm clouds are moving in YN 😔⛈️
And all good things can't last
It starts out small, everyone is so stressed with the Olympics coming up
Bokuto especially
Imagine all the pressure to be perfect and score points 😪 that has got to be so rough
Bokuto starts staying late for practice and heading home with you less frequently
You start eating dinner alone and he starts coming home later and later ☹️
One morning, you wake up and Bokuto isn't next to you
You try calling him but nothing
You show up to the gym and find him there with Kageyama, Atsumu and Hinata
You are confused as to what is going on 🤨
Like rightfully so
I mean what did they just sleep on the bleachers the night before?
I wouldn't put it past them honestly 😒
You approach them and ask what's going on
Atsumu is setting for Bokuto and he narrowly misses a line shot
"God dammit! Send up another one"- Bokuto, furious and sweating 😓
"Hey guys- have you been practicing all night?"- you, curious
"Nah we quit at 9 last night"- Kageyama getting a drink of water
Ok now your really confused 🤚🏻
You look at Bokuto who is setting up for another spike
"Ko you didn't come home last night"- you
He ignores you, spiking the ball
Ok then- 😐
Let's try this again shall we 🙃
"Kotaro did you hear me?"- you, now standing with your hands on your hips
Ope- someone's in trouble 😶
Atsumu, Hinata and Kags are now looking from you to Bokuto 👀
"I stayed with Hinata last night"- Bokuto, walking away from you, going to his phone and scrolling
Clearly his phone is working 😑
That's suspicious 🤨 that's weird
"And why would you do that?"- you, obviously upset
"Because I felt like it"- Bokuto
Not to be toxic here but that's not an answer dude 😒
"Ok but why- I texted you and you never got back to me. And it's clear your phone is fine since your looking at it right now"- YN, hands now in the air, just ready to go
"Maybe I just needed some fucking space YN"- Bokuto
Please now Aran, Yaku, Komori, Sakusa, Habuka,Ushijima,Hyakuzawa, amd Iwaizumi are all on the gym 🤚🏻
Silently observing 👀
"Are you serious right now? What did I do Ko?"- you, walking towards him
"YN I just need some fucking space! You're around me constantly and I can't fucking concentrate on these damn Olympics with you breathing down my neck all the time! Like all you ever do is talk talk talk and I'm so fucking sick of it! Just fucking leave me alone! If you did anything for this team besides stand around, maybe you'd understand my stress! But you always have to come first YN and Im fucking DONE!"- Bokuto, finally snapping
Oh he's pissed
Like fuming at you 😡😤
It's honestly so embarrassing he would say such things in front of everyone
You face heats and your fists tighten-
You don't even know what to do, so-
You just look up at him, tears filling your eyes
Ok everyone just breath ok
I mean, I'm crying 🥺
You know that feeling when your stomach just drops and you feel almost sick
That's what's happening now
The tears are welling up and it's about to happen
There is no stopping that crying YN and you shouldn't!
Bokuto essentially took your heart, threw it on the ground and stomped all over it
Nah he rolled over it with a steam roller and fed it through a wood chipper 😬
He broke you 😔
No matter how you try, a brave face isn't coming
So you do what you must
"Fine Bokuto. You don't want me bothering you anymore. Than consider me gone"- You, turning to walk out of the gym, tears flowing, past the other members of the team
Everyone is stunned 😲 and honestly same
Nobody expected this of Bokuto, like he's literally the last one I'd expect to do this
But the pressure was mounting and unfortunately YN, you were the catalyst
The gym is silent as Bokuto sets his water down, turning to face Atsumu
"Toss another one"- Bokuto, getting into place
Please these guys are PISSED and so confused 😕
"What the fuck was that-" Atsumu, the first to speak
As much as I bully this man, istg he's loyal as fuck
And while he loves Bokuto like a brother, he also loves you
"Bokuto that was so harsh man"- Habuka
"It needed to be said. She's been so clingy and needy. The Olympics are coming up and I need to practice"- Bokuto, starting to realize that he's the total ass in this situation but still holding face
He's a man 🙄😒
"You're an dumbass Bokuto"- Iwaizumi, turning to go and find you
"Bokuto sit down. You're done for today"- Aran
"The fuck I am-"
"The fuck you are because I said so"- Aran
Please Aran can be so fucking scary 😨
Bokuto will get right in his face
"Hey cool it you two!"- Hyakuzawa
"Bokuto- chill man"- Kageyama pulling him back
Hoshiumi finally comes in the gym
"Hey what's wrong with YN. I saw her leaving and she was crying"- Hoshiumi
It's all starting to sink in now-
"FUCK-" Bokuto, throwing his waterbottle against the wall and storming out
Everyone is just exhausted and it's showing
"Should we go after him?"- Hyakuzawa, the mediator of the group
"I think we should call Akaashi- this is over our heads"- Aran, leaving to get his phone and make the call
Meanwhile, you are now sitting on a bench, full on ugly crying
Snot down the face, tears everywhere, can't catch your breath BAWLING
🤚🏻 say less YN your heartbroken and its ok to cry 💔
Please I'm crying writing this and it's fiction 😭
"Hey YN- are you ok?"- Iwaizumi, coming to sit next to you
"No- no Hajime I'm not ok"- you, sucking in breath and trying to calm down
Spoiler alert: it's not working
"I think I need to go home Haji"- you
"You do that YN. And hey, it will be ok... I promise. I'll talk to him"- Iwaizumi
"Hajime, you heard him. He doesn't want me so give me one good reason why I should stay?"- you, hugging yourself and crying
"YN he's under a lot of stress. He shouldn't have said those things. You know he cares about you"- Iwaizumi, trying to save this
"YN please just listen-" I was our freaking savior
"Hajime, if he cared he wouldn't have said those things. If he cared, he would have avoided my texts and calls. He embarrassed me in there. You don't do that to someone you care about"- you, making an excellent point
"I'll see you later Haji. Thanks for being here"
You try and force a smile as tears stream down your face
Upon arriving at your apartment, you do nothing but mope
You say nothing more as you turn and walk away
You cry the entire way home, trying to hide your face from those around you
Honestly YN as you should 💅🏼
I'm like so mad at Bokuto right now you have no idea 🤬 you crawl into bed, covering yourself up and cry like there's no tomorrow
Back at the gym, Bokuto is sitting in the locker room with a towel hanging over his head
That bitchy voice inside your head telling you that everything was a lie and you were never good enough for Bokuto
You eventually manage to cry yourself to sleep 😔
He knows he fucked up... like MAJORLY fucked up
The stress of the Olympics had been weighing on our poor owl bby and the fact that he just can't hit his line shots
Iwaizumi comes in and sits next to him
"I fucked up bad"- Bokuto
"Yeah you fucking did asshole"- Iwaizumi not even beating around the bush
"Shit"- Bokuto, throwing his towel against the locker
"You need to chill out Bokuto. Your stress isn't helping anything right now. You said some pretty mean stuff to YN and she's really hurt"- Iwaizumi
"Did she leave?"- Bokuto
"Yeah- she went home"- Iwaizumi
"Fuck I have to talk to her-" Bokuto standing, fists clenched
"Hold up there cowboy. Give her some space man. You broke her heart dude. It's not going to be an easy fix. Wait a day, let it rest"- Iwaizumi
As much as he hated to do it, Bokuto let it rest
He went to his apartment, one he spent very little time in nowadays and tried to relax 😔
The next day, he arrived early to try and catch you
Only, you weren't there 😞
"Where's YN?"- Bokuto to Hoshiumi
"She didn't come in today. She called and told Aran she's taking personal time"
"God dammit!"- Bokuto, just about to punch the wall
Thankfully Sakusa is there to stop him
"Bo a broken hand isn't going to help man. You need to chill"- Sakusa
"Come on man, let's practice and then we can talk"- Hinata
"How can I practice without YN? Knowing I fucked up the best thing I ever had"- Bokuto, now a deflated Owl
"Well it's good to finally see you admit how much you care for YN"- Akaashi, with Kuroo at his side
"What are you doing here?"- Bokuto, genuinely confused 🤨
"Aran called me and well Kuroo heard through the grapevine"- Akaashi
Please Kuroo knows all the gossip
These boys talk more than old ladies in church
"Dude what is wrong with you? This isn't like you"- Kuroo
"I've been so stressed and I can't hit my line shots. I've been practicing day and night and nothing feels right"- Bokuto, now hunched over on the bleachers, surrounded by the peanut gallery
"Have you thought thay maybe your practicing too much Bo?"- Kageyama
Seriously he's one to talk 🙄
"I mean, what has YN said about you staying late for practice?"- Akaashi
"I haven't been around much- I've just been so stressed. And I just dont know"- Bokuto
"Well Bokuto, you have to decide what you want to do. If you want to break up with YN, I think you owe her an explanation. She at least deserves that. But if you want to make up with her-" Akaashi
"I DO! I really do! I thought alot last night and YN's been the one consistent good thing in my life. I- I think I love her"- Bokuto
Pls bby you were a jerk but you are breaking my heart 💔😫
"Well then you need to talk to her"- Kuroo
Bokuto knew this and he was so ready
Unfortunately you weren't 🙁
A knock sounded as you drag yourself to the door
The peep hole reveals Bokuto, standing there, hair deflated
You open the door and cross your arms
That's right YN! We are a powerful women and we will show it ✊🏻
"Hey YN, can we talk?"- Bokuto
"That's what we are doing-"
"YN please I'm so sorry- I was a complete asshole and jerk! I know I royally fucked up and god, YN I'm so sorry"- Bokuto
Tears are forming in this man's eyes
But also in yours 😟
"Bokuto-" you
"Ko, you call me Ko"- Bokuto
"Listen, I need time. What you said really hurt me and I'm not ready talk to you let alone see you. I just don't know if I can do this-" please the tears are rolling down your face but you're voice remains strong
"YN- please, just please"- Bokuto, full on crying
"Good night Bokuto"- You, shutting the door and breaking down
Please Bokuto hears you and it KILLS him 😭
He did that to you and he hates himself
The next few days drag
You return to your manager job but you try and steer clear of Bokuto
Unfortunately the team doesn't get that memo 😒
Please they are trying everything possible to get you to back together
You are miserable, Bokuto is EXTRA miserable
"YN can you wrap Bokuto's fingers? I have to do Komori's and Yaku's"- Iwaizumi
"I can do it Iwa" - Kageyama
Please that went right over his head
Iwaizumi is just staring at him like 👁➖️👁
You don't even say anything, just grab the tape and walk to Bokuto
The man towers over you so he is looking down at you while you wrap his fingers
"How are you?"- Bokuto, genuinely concerned
"Fine"- you, trying to just hold it together long enough to wrap those long fingers 👀
"You've lost some weight-" Bokuto
"Yeah I haven't been hungry"- You, unfortunately your voice cracks and you have to bite your lip to keep it from quivering
"YN, baby-" Bokuto, lifting your face up by your chin and looking into your watering eyes
He hates seeing you like this and knowing he caused it 🤧
"Done"- you, looking up and smiling a little, tears filling your eyes before you turn and walk out of the gym
Bokuto watches you go
And so do the others 👀
Nosey bitches 🙄💅🏼
Also side note: screw Iwa for throwing you under the bus like that 🖕🏻 imma Iwa cannon a volleyball at Iwa 😤
It's safe to say practice has been a little... well tense to say the least
Bokuto is getting blocked, missing cross court shots and liners left and right
It hurts you even more to see the man you love hurting
Wait 🤚🏻 love?
Oh hell yeah you love him YN
Just admit it 🙃
But no matter how much you love him, it doesn't take away how he treated you the past few weeks
And how much his words that day hurt
You're at a crossroads Yn and it's not an easy choice
Luckily for you, you have supportive friends
Wait, did I say supportive? I mean Atsumu and Hinata 🤣
But also Aran, Ushijima and Iwaizumi
Ok ok ill stop 😅
They stop by your place unexpectedly with food
"You need to eat"- Atsumu, pushing past you
"Don't think we haven't noticed YN"- Iwaizumi, coming in behind Atsumu
"Wow it's nice to see you too"- you 😐
"Hi YN, how are you doing?"- Aran, giving you a big hug
Please he gives amazing hugs 🥺
"Could be better"- you, now hugging Ushijima and Hinata
"YN how long are you going to do this?"- Atsumu
Aran and Iwaizumi 👉🏻🤦♂️🤦
"I hate to admit it YN but Atsumu is right. It's obvious you two love each other"- Ushijima
"Yeah"- you, sinking into the couch
"YN we know what he said hurt and we aren't telling you to just forget about it"- Aran
"But Bokuto is miserable YN. He's not eating, he's spending all his days at the gym and I know he's not sleeping"- Iwaizumi
"YN we know you're just as miserable so why don't you stop this"- Ushijima
"Just talk to him YN"- Hinata
Maybe, just maybe they have a point
You sigh and resign yourself to the fact that as much as Bokuto's words hurt you
You know that the stress of the Olympics and his hard training have worn on him
The next morning, you arrive at 6 am to start work
You hear the sound of balls being spiked against the floor of the gym
You know that sound, the exact sound of a Bokuto serve
You approach the door and peer in, seeing Bokuto tossing up another serve
The ball slams over, hitting right on the end line
"That was a nice shot"- you, walking into the gym
Bokuto stops and looks straight at you, mouth agape
You're talking to him- like actually conversing with him
And you PRAISED HIM 😭😭😭
"Thanks, what are you doing here?"- Bokuto
You giggle a little
Bokuto's heart swells
"Did you forget I come in early to set up?"- you
"Haha yeah I guess- I've just been doing it since- well-" - Bokuto rubbing the back of his neck
"Want me to set for you?"- You, taking a chance
Bokuto's head shots up 😳
"Really?" Please YN he's so happy he's smiling 🙂
"Yeah"- you taking position as Bokuto tosses to you and you set
Perfect cross court shot 😚🤌🏻
"Nice kill Ko!!"- you smiling and looking back at him
Please he's melting YN 😭
"First one I've gotten in all week"- Bokuto, his head down, rubbing his arms
What 😳
"Ko..."
"I'm miserable YN. I'm so fucking miserable. I can't sleep, I can't eat. Every single practice, I miss tosses, get blocked or the ball is out. I- I can't do this"- Bokuto, looking at you as tears roll down his face
"Ko come here"- you, reaching out for him as he comes to your arms for a hug 🫂
Please that man will hug you and never want to let you go
You pull back as he rests his forehead against yours
🥺 please I'm such a sap God WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME
"YN I know I don't deserve you but I need you to know that you are the best thing to ever happen to me. I know I fucked up and God I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry baby. I love you so much and I can't do this without you"- Bokuto, tears flowing
"I love you too Ko"- You, smiling with tears in your eyes
"You- you do?"- Bokuto, now smiling like a freaking idiot 😃
"Yeah I really do"- You
Please 🤚🏻 say less
This man is picking you up and swinging you in the air
"Ko, Jesus Ko calm down"- you, laughing and smiling
"I can't! The most amazing, beautiful women in the world loves me"- Bokuto, finally setting you down
"Yeah I do my ace"- You
Please his lips are on yours before you can finish that sentence 🤚🏻 💋
"Jesus christ get a room will ya"- Atsumu, walking in as you and Bokuto turn around to see the entire team watching you 😳
"Oh my god that was so sweet 🥺"- Yaku about to cry
"Well I'm finally glad to see you guys have worked it out"- Iwaizumi
"Jesus YN way to bring it down to the wire, the Olympics is a month way"- Kageyama, ever the inspiration 🙄
"Aran are you crying?"- Hinata
"No- I just got some dust in my eyes from these volleyballs"- Aran, wiping his eyes and walking away
Sure 😏 "dust from the volleyballs"
"Ok enough of this, let's get to practice"- Aran
"Ummm actually- I uh, I need YN to help me with something"- Bokuto being suspicious 🤔 and dragging you to the door
"Ko, can't it wait until after practice!"- you, being dragged
"Absolutely not"- Bokuto
Please he's on a mission 😏
Iwaizumi just rolls his eyes 🙄
"Jesus christ just be safe ok? We don't need any little Bokuto babies running around"- Iwaizumi
"I make no promises"- Bokuto, pulling you out as you laugh and wave to the team
"Jesus that's got to be some record Emo mode"- Komori
"It lasted 8 days and Bokuto missed 436 spikes"- Atsumu, nonchalantly rattling of statistics
Komori, Yaku and Aran 👉🏻👁👄👁
"You kept track of that?"- Hakuba, honestly impressed
"I'm the setter, it's my job to make sure the players are ok"- Atsumu, shrugging
"Hey now- you aren't the official setter just yet 😑"- Kageyama
"It's only a matter of time"- Atsumu 😏
"😐 the fuck it is- " Kageyama following Atsumu and yelling
"God I wish YN was here"- Aran
"She's probably getting her back blown out as we speak"- Habuka
"Jesus christ 🤦♂️ alright get to work"- Iwaizumi, smiling
Side note: you were in fact, getting your back completely blown to pieces 😏
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Sunkissed (@squealing-santa 2023)
Panda’s Notes: Happy New Year! Almost New Year, for me. And a very late and apology-filled Crimbo for @tricks-tickles >-< I'm gonna level with you: I'm iffy on the title, and it did come out a bit more...angsty(?) than I think I planned, but I definitely liked this story as I was writing it, so I hope you like it too. Thanx once again to @hypahticklish for stepping up again this year to host!
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Hm, okay…
I want you to take a deep breath. Shake off; get comfortable.
This voice…Was it a voice? It felt familiar. He just couldn't place it.
I got you something~
Oh? Tamaki turned his head curiously. There was nothing around. Until there suddenly was. On the floor—well, what seemed to be a floor in this strange white void—was a box. The wrapping was plain, but the bow had an interesting vine pattern running along the ribbon. Tamaki hesitated as he reached for the lid. There was something about this. Why couldn’t he figure it out?
Maybe the answer is in there? C’mon, already.
Um, alright? Tamaki went to pull the ribbon, but as he let it go, it coiled around his wrist. The lid on the box shifted before being thrown off by rapidly growing vines. The box fell apart to reveal a flowerpot decorated with painted feathers.
Oh... Crud.
Gotcha~
The vines were quick to lash around Tamaki’s arm, and another few looped his ankle when he tried to scoot back. He was dragged down, his back hitting more vines as they crowded around him. Before he could try to protest, he felt something pressing against his side. A vine drew swirling shapes against his shirt while several others did the same against his feet or shoved under his arms. It was wild and kind of stressful and almost aggressive…
And it was kind of fun.
It tickled madly, the vines finding new spots to wriggle every time he squirmed and pulling him back toward the flowerpot whenever he managed to get some distance. He heard soft chuckling under his squeals when the vines swirled across his stomach, and his arms were pulled harder when he tried to curl up. Too hard, definitely.
Aw, I thought you liked this~?
Tamaki winced at several scrapes running up his arms. The vines were growing thorns, and bright red roses were sprouting up along them. Each one appeared to have a single eye in its center. Staring at him. His chest hurt all of a sudden; ticklish brushes were scratches of thorns. Everyone was looking at him, and she was mocking him. He felt her hands on his shoulders, and her petals fell over him as she leaned close.
You’re not having fun~? You’re still laughing. You little freak.
Tamaki gasped hard as he sat up, coughing softly as he took deep breaths. The room felt too hot, and his blankets were tangled around his legs and chest. Something was digging into his stomach, and he cringed a bit as he moved his arm to fish the item out. A familiar rectangle was brought up to his face, and it promptly blinded him as he went to check the battery. He was surprised to find it over fifty percent; he was more surprised to find that he had slept in more than he’d liked. Most importantly, he had missed a few texts from Mirio.
++[Morning, Tama-tama! \(@^0^@)/ I hope you’re still excited for this afternoon~]
++ [You’re still sleeping, aren’t you? (～﹃～)~zZ]
++ [I’ll grab you extra snacks. (○｀ 3′○) Text me when you wake up, or I can jcall in an hour!]
His texts were riddled with stickers and emojis. The Gudetama ones felt a bit egregious though. Tamaki chuckled groggily, still blinking in the bright light as he glanced between the clock and the timestamp on the latest text. He scrambled—as much as one could while still half asleep—to quickly send a few simple texts.
--[I’m alive]
--[Sorry, that sounds bad. Just still tired.]
++ [Oh no… Bad dreams? ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) ]
Tamaki smiled softly. Mirio knew him too well. He yawned loudly and stretched out before finally texting back.
--[ I’m getting up now. Give me maybe an hour.]
The response to that was just a few heart emojis, which was good because Tamaki was working on convincing his body to get out of bed. The room was dark, but it was just his dorm. He knew that, of course, but… His arms still itched. He ran his hands over them, hugging himself as he felt phantoms of long-gone nicks and scars.
It was over. It was years ago; she wasn’t here. He repeated it to himself over and over as he got ready for his date. He rattled it off as he walked through the halls to Mirio’s room. He only managed to shut himself up when he realized Mirio’s door was locked.
--[Can I come in?? (┬┬﹏┬┬) ]
++[OMG I’m sorry]
++[So sorry. Promise]
++[Lunch Rush had a line in the cafeteria. I might be a little late.]
++[Ordered something special though!]
Tamaki had no reason to doubt Mirio’s claims, but a selfie was sent of his boyfriend leaning dramatically against the wall in the cafeteria as if he were in despair. Lunch Rush had glanced over his shoulder from the skillet he was tending. Tamaki shook his head with a smile, letting his shoulders thump beside Mirio’s door and sinking to sit on the floor.
--[It’s okay. I can wait here.]
Several hearts were dropped in again. Some of those animated ones were new. Tamaki smiled to himself as he poked around and downloaded them for his own use, until one of his notifications caught his eye. An account name he recognized immediately; they had updated a certain comic that he’d been following closely. He stared for a few seconds, almost as if it was somehow a dream. It had been a few weeks; there were update posts about the artist having a particularly eventful time moving to a new place. Tamaki was fine with waiting; there were other things to read and see, of course. But…it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t a bit hooked by both the story and, uh… other things. There wasn’t anyone around, and he’d be here for a bit, so…
Okay, let’s roll back a bit. The story goes that a small party of adventurers is crossing a valley in hopes of fighting a giant beast that was cursing anyone and anything it came across. It was a fun story, if a little plain, but the funny thing is: whenever the beast, or whatever it summoned, got into a battle with the party, its attack patterns were…unique, to say the least.
…It's a tickle monster. Th-There’s not much point in trying to sugarcoat it. Ugh, and sugarcoat isn’t even the right—Agh! Look, okay, Tamaki might maybe…definitely have a “thing” for, well, tickling. It’s not something he’s ashamed of, really! That much he’s certain of. He wouldn’t even really say it’s a secret; it’s just that, after some…experiences a few years ago, it wasn’t something he planned on broadcasting to people. Not that he did before, but—y’know what, you probably get it.
For now, Tamaki let himself sink against the wall, checking back a chapter or two to get back into the story. The party had just left the first town, having set up camp halfway through the field on the way to the large forest they had to cross. The new chapter opened with them waking up and making their way to the treeline. In the background, there was apparently a constant, distant buzzing sound. Suddenly, a battle started: they had taken a wrong turn and a raspberry bush beside the path, dotted with ripe, red fruits, sprang to life. Vines with massive flowers lashed out at the party members, trying to grab at all of them and tickling whoever they managed to drag close. One of the flowers seemed to nuzzle into a mage’s neck, and they shrieked with laughter as their magic went haywire.
Oh. “Raspberry” bushes. That’s just unfair.
Somehow, a fight with a corrupted plant was giving them all sorts of hell, but the background made it very clear that the buzzing sound hadn’t stopped. If anything, it was getting louder with each panel. Someone shouted way too late, and no one seemed prepared for the swarm of bees that started to surround them. Giggles and laughter were amplified through the entire team as the little bugs buzzed against them with their wings and bodies, but it was quickly broken by yelps when it became clear that the overwhelming tickles were a front for sneaky sting attacks that drained everyone’s health. There was an air of panic, the team argued as they scrambled for ideas.
“What are you smiling at?”
Tamaki flinched, nearly dropping his phone as he heard Mirio’s voice. He looked up to find his boyfriend with a hint of panic in his eyes.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you; I was curious.”
Tamaki smiled, but he was quick to scoop up his phone and stash it while Mirio moved to unlock his dorm. “It’s not your fault. I get kind of caught up in some stories.”
“Those are the best stories though, right?” Mirio grinned, holding the door open and passing Tamaki the bag as he walked by.
He chuckled softly, shifting his hands carefully around the heat of the food inside the bag as he tried to look into the opening. Tamaki’s eyes lit up slightly as he stared. “You asked him for wontons…”
“Hey, you’re peeking.” Mirio teased, closing the door and jogging to grab his laptop. “You told me you haven’t had them since your parents’ favorite Chinese place closed, remember?”
Tamaki actually didn’t remember, not that conversation at least. But Mirio had. Tamaki kind of felt like he might cry.
Within ten minutes, they were cuddled up on Mirio’s bed, watching a pretty goofy animated romance movie on his laptop while carefully eating out of each other’s bento boxes between more emotional scenes.
“Do you think—” Mirio flinched a bit as he nearly dropped the noodles he was about to put in his mouth. “Do you think, if you were a princess, and I was your knight, we’d still fall in love?”
“Not if you talk with your mouth full.” Tamaki murmured, smiling as Mirio ruffled his hair at the comment. “But…I don’t really doubt it. You’d probably still be just as charming.”
“And you’d still look amazing in a dress.”
Tamaki covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to stifle his giggles as he leaned into Mirio’s side.
The movie was kind of adorable. Nothing so groundbreaking, but it felt like scene after scene of heartwarming nonsense. The only real conflict seemed to be keeping the King and Queen from discovering how much the Knight and Princess loved each other. Halfway through the movie, the dashing knight came scaling up the ivy on the castle wall—as he had done a few times before at a well-established secret meeting time—only to find the princess’s balcony empty. He called into her room in a raised whisper, only to notice her reaching out from under layers of blankets and pillows on her bed. Her voice was choked and raw as she beckoned him. She was clearly ill, and more clearly unhappy about it. He cooed to her playfully, and the pout was audible in her voice as she spoke. He offered to cuddle, taunted her with offered kisses, only for her to chide him with the obvious possibility of passing on her illness. He paced casually around the bed, his aura mischievous as she whined a bit sadly. He went quiet, and she called for him, worried he had left. He let her believe that for a few seconds as he carefully shifted the blankets at the foot of the bed and—
Wait.
Wait, wait, wait! Shit!
The Knight lunged suddenly, and the princess yelped as he snatched her ankle and scribbled his fingers across her foot. The blankets shifted a bit wildly, and barely stifled laughter leaked out from the blanket pile along with giggly protests and fake threats as her ankle tried to pull away. He teasingly reminded her how late it was—how they were usually so careful and quiet during these meetings—right before he scratched under her toes. A squeal almost missed being muffled into a pillow as it escaped her throat, and the Knight’s playful laugh was interrupted by a frightened glance over his shoulder as footsteps approached the princess’s door. In a panic, he scrambled under the blankets with her, and she stared at him in shock, giggling in disbelief as he silently motioned her to be quiet. When it was clear that she couldn’t, he aimed fluttery scribbles at her stomach and sides as if hinting at some consequences or just trying to wring all her giggles out before they finally heard the door open.
Tamaki Amajiki was having at least five flavors of heart attack. Why did they have to pick a random movie? Why did this scene have to be so stupid and cute? Why did it kinda sound like someone was actually tickling that voice actress to get that laughter? And why the hell did this have to happen today?!
Just…Just breathe. It really is just cute. It was pretty innocent; there was a sappy, cuddly love sticking to the whole scene. The way they looked at each other as the Princess tried to talk the worried attendant into leaving without checking under the blankets. And the way her voice got squeaky and nervous when the Knight wiggled his fingers tauntingly at her. Tamaki’s cheeks were burning from the blush, but he felt the smile pulling his lips as he settled himself. The bright grin on Mirio’s face helped a little, but Tamaki blinked and glanced away when he realized he was staring up at him.
The Knight and Princess sighed as the attendant left the room, smiling at each other playfully before it melted into pure fondness as he pulled her into his arms. They held each other tight, nuzzling softly where they could. There was a beat where they stared into each other’s eyes…and then they kissed. Her hand softly rested on his cheek, and Tamaki flinched just a bit when Mirio snuck a kiss on the back of his hand, his blush growing darker as he smiled brighter. The Princess suddenly pulled away, giving her lover a playful tap on the shoulder as she suddenly remembered why they weren’t supposed to kiss in the first place. The Knight was just a bit smug, poking her nose as he insisted it was worth it. She rolled her eyes, but she smirked and lashed her hands out to start tickling along the hem of his tunic. Turns out he was hardly any better at staying quiet than she was.
Tamaki sighed quietly, letting himself lean on Mirio’s shoulder. The scene finally cut to sunrise, where the Knight reluctantly pried himself away from the still sleeping Princess and escaped the obviously stifling heat of the blanket pile. He still seemed groggy himself as he walked out to the balcony to retrieve his boots and belt before making the precarious climb back down the ivy and rushing back to the barracks.
“There’s that smile again~” Mirio leaned to thump his chin gently on Tamaki’s head before moving to nuzzle into his cheek. “That was adorable, huh?”
Tamaki let a few giggles slip out as Mirio’s arm wrapped around his back and pulled him in tight. A squeak managed to escape when Mirio’s hand squeezed his side, and he covered his mouth before he could stop himself. He felt his partner looking down at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up.
“Oh~?” Mirio asked playfully, and his fingers curled where they rested on Tamaki’s side. Oh, this could not be happening. Not that he didn’t kind of want it to happen; and not like it’d even be the first time it happened; but Tamaki was kind of extremely overwhelmed, so if the universe could pump the brakes a little, it’d be great. His heart felt warm, his soul basking in the light of his Sun.
Mirio’s free arm came to wrap around him as his fingers crawled, his other hand gripping at Tamaki’s wrist when he tried to squirm. He managed to scratch his nails quickly up under Tamaki’s arm, smiling at the squeal it pulled out.
Suddenly, Tamaki felt his arms itching again; felt those thorns piercing his skin. He thought he saw rose petals on the red parts of the blanket.
“N-No!” He cried out, struggling aggressively before realizing what he’d done.
“Hey, hey, whoa…” Mirio pulled away slightly, holding his hands up innocently before moving one to flick on the lamp on his headboard. “It's just me. Is that okay?”
Tamaki had cringed at the light, rubbing his palms over his arms and taking shaky breaths. “I—I’m sorry… It’s just—I wasn’t—’m sorry.”
Mirio tapped one finger lightly on one of Tamaki’s hands, a proverbial slap on the wrist. “No apologies. Boundaries are good.” He set his fingers between Tamaki’s, but he didn’t try to grab or even squeeze his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Tamaki tipped his head and shoulders back and forth. Yes and no.
Mirio hummed, moving his free hand to pause the movie. “Is it about the bad dreams you had?”
There was a long pause. He was a bit hesitant to admit it, but he forced himself to nod.
Mirio went still for a moment; pieces were falling into place. Tamaki leaned into him as he shifted closer. “It was that dream again, wasn’t it? About her?”
Tamaki hugged him, and Mirio held on tight. It would never cease to amaze him just how often Mirio remembered the smallest things. He had no memory of talking about the dream; he specifically remembered telling himself to keep it a secret. Maybe his mind had deleted that bit of information, since he’d betrayed himself so much. Maybe he admitted it during a panic attack.
“I can’t even stand up to a memory…” He murmured. A shiver ran down his back as Mirio pet his hair.
“I don’t mind protecting you again.” He said with a shrug. “If you want me to. Even if it’s just a dream; I promised she wouldn’t hurt you anymore.”
Tamaki took a breath through his nose, letting it out in a tired sigh. She…She had just been some neighbor kid; she didn’t even go to school with them, just lived with her grandparents up the road from where the kids liked to gather. Maybe a year after he and Mirio had met, she appeared. Her Quirk let her grow roses and thorn-covered vines wherever she touched. She loved to put the flowers in her hair, and she was the type to behave as if the entire world loved her no matter what she did. Tamaki had always liked being tickled. It was never a secret. But one day, she just appeared on the playground; she just declared Tamaki was the weird tickle kid. She intimidated everyone; she tormented Tamaki, mocked him and anyone who tried to step in whenever she got a chance.
The only one she could never get to was Mirio. His Quirk meant that her thorns would always slip right through him; her vines could never keep hold of him, and he never just stood by and watched. He was just there. For everyone. For Tamaki.
A choked little squeak escaped Tamaki’s mouth when Mirio squeezed him tighter. Oh, right. He was in Mirio’s dorm room. Because they were in high school now. They’d grown up, and they hadn’t even seen her in years.
“I admit I’d forgotten for a minute.” Mirio murmured against the side of his head. “It just reminded me how we used to tickle you, and you’d get the biggest smile, even though you still acted just as shy after we stopped. Remember we ‘tortured’ you into telling us all your favorite things, and then Mikito made you that painting for your birthday?”
Tamaki still had pictures of that painting. He really hoped the real thing was still buried in the attic.
“And remember we went on a hunt for your favorite candy, and we found that giant cat?”
It was giant by cat standards, and very heavy by cat standards too. It loved nuzzling all of them with its fuzzy fur, and the others had teased him playfully when he got half pinned underneath its weight and his neck got tickled by its tail. It chased them demanding attention and love anytime they tried to go to that little snack shop.
Mirio snorted, just barely stopping himself. “Do you remember Giggle Button?” The poke he snuck on Tamaki’s stomach felt unnecessary, but he flinched just slightly and giggled. It was just a silly game they played: self-explanatory and simple, but he remembered adoring it more because Mirio had made it up specifically for him.
He squeezed Mirio closer, his voice feeling choked with his affection. “I love you…” He murmured.
“Love you, too, Tama.”
There was a moment of quiet, and Tamaki eventually reached to rewind the movie to where they’d gotten distracted. “…Do you think, um… Is it a bad time to ask now?”
“Do you want me to tickle you?” Mirio’s eyes had lit up excitedly, but he kept his smile calm.
Tamaki smiled back, just barely hinting a nod before Mirio half-tackled him against the bed. A kiss was pressed to the side of his neck as fingers scribbled quickly up his stomach to his ribs. He squealed as wary giggles burst into soft laughter, and his hands automatically flailed for purchase against Mirio’s wrists. His fingers slowed, but he chuckled as he spoke purposefully into Tamaki’s neck.
“Is that ‘stop’?” His voice was playful as Tamaki squeaked from the vibration. He already knew the answer.
He could barely shake his head with the way it was buried in pillows, but he laughed brightly as ten fingers shoved into his armpits. Mirio was quick to straddle his thighs before he could kick, and they both knew he could still kick.
“That’s definitely the smile I remember, Tama-chan~” Mirio teased, resting his palms on Tamaki’s stomach as he leaned to kiss his forehead before scribbling his fingers.
It was definitely the feeling Tamaki remembered too. When he knew the teasing was playful. When fingers drew pictures on his stomach and skipped up his ribs and fluttered behind his ears. When someone searched for the spots that made him smile instead of spots that made him scream. When he knew he was loved.
And in the end, the Knight proved that he was the Princess’s truest love.
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The Witch and the Beast #1 - The Witch and the City of Blazing Red
Screenplay: Yuuichirou Momose
Storyboard/Episode Direction: Takayuki Hamana
Chief Animation Direction: Hiroya Iijima
Animation Direction: Kei Tsushima, Yuri Hashimoto, Guonian Wang, Kazuharu Tada, Miyoko Shikibu, Asuna Imahashi, Shinya Segawa (Monster AD: Shouya Gotou)
Key Animation: Mana Azumaya, Noa Kawamura, Shigenori Taniguchi, Yoshihito Narimatsu, Yuki Uejou, Hiroyuki Kamura, Mitsuyo Tsuno, Kouichi Hayamizu, Kazunori Ozawa, Shouya Gotou, Yoshiko Nakamura, Studio Maf, Yuka Hayashi, Takuya Nemoto, Maru Animation, Yeong-Nam Ko, Su-Jin Oh
A bit late on this, aren't I? But no matter what, I was going to write about this, and I will write about every episode too – don't worry about it!
If you were in the know how of Yokohama Animation Lab's recent animes, much like me, you were probably very nervous about The Witch and the Beast adaptation. I mean, I made a whole write-up on the outlook, which mostly hinges on director Hamana's consistency in terms of quality and his tendency to bring in specific animators. Well, now that the episode is out, how do I actually feel?
It's… surprisingly very well done. Of course, I'm not saying it's perfect; the biggest issues are likely the limited animation and a bit of off-modelness. But I'm not going to lie, guys. Maybe I am biased because The Witch and the Beast is one of my favorite mangas, but I genuinely had a lot of fun with this debut, and I kind of loved it. It felt like it had the soul of the manga I love despite some production hiccups.
First, let's talk about what you probably felt but haven't been able to confirm. The episode was indeed better than the PV. I got a sense of this as I was watching, and I was really kind of confused about why I didn't feel like the PV looked this good. When I looked back, it was very interesting to see how many differences there were and the improvements that made the shots so much better.
The obvious improvement in the shading of Guideau and Ashaf is apparent, but I also love the addition of the impact gust that they added to Guideau's stomp. Personally, it was something I noticed in the PV as feeling a bit too still. The only effects in the PV were just simple camera shakes, which didn't really sell the impact of her stomp that much at all. Seeing improvements like these from the trailer to the actual episode fills me with a lot of hope for the production. I feel like it shows that, unlike more recent Yokohama productions, they are trying a significant amount more.
If you couldn't already tell from some of the close-ups I've provided in this post, while the on-modelness of some farther away shots can be questioned, the close-ups in this show are absolutely gorgeous. I wasn't super sold on Iijima's character designs initially, but after seeing the improved shading and the various shots they kind of hid from us in the PV, the designs are freaking gorgeous up close. The Witch and the Beast, the manga, has always been a visual spectacle that relied a lot on its art direction, aesthetics, and of course, character designs. While it's nearly impossible for the anime to match it, I think they came very close. The characters' eyes are so pretty; I love the compositing effects they applied to them. It feels like it gives them a lot of depth and kind of like an otherworldly blur, which I think looks great. The features are sharp; they're so pretty. Everyone has their premium eyelash extensions on, and it's just about as aesthetically pleasing to me as the manga. To be honest, it might be my favorite character design for the season.
And since I also briefly mentioned the compositing, I have to apologize to Natsumi Uchida. I specifically pointed her out in my social media rambles as someone who was making me worry a bit. And that mostly stems from her recent effort in The Iceblade Sorcerer Shall Rule the World, which, to be frank, I thought was terrible. The effects looked cheap, just due to how bright and almost neon at times they are. They don't fit in with their environments; it just wasn't pleasant to look at. However, her work in The Witch and the Beast is so much better. While some effects are somewhat questionable, like the smoke and Ashaf's crow appearing when he was saving Guideau, I would definitely say the compositing was a highlight in this episode. It really puts a stamp on the character designs with the beautiful compositing over them. It makes every scene paired with the art direction feel so dense, like everything is just so in-depth.
The art direction in this show is probably its best visual element. It absolutely shines. I mean, if you had to pick something out from this production as a major highlight, it has to be one of the undeniable biggest pros of the show so far. The series is a dark fantasy, but it's not a dull one. A lot of adaptations, I feel, confuse this with each other a bit. A dark fantasy doesn't have to mean dull colors or a realistic design; after all, The Witch and the Beast is all about its aesthetically gothic yet fantasy appearance that is quite grandiose and beautiful in nature, and the art direction covers that perfectly. So huge credit to the art director, Hirotsugu Kakoi and his crew at Kagoshima Ramecahirim.
One of my biggest worries for the anime adaptation, when I first saw the trailer, was actually, believe it or not, kind of its color palette. I genuinely thought they didn't get a full sense of Satake's style. It felt a bit too plain to me when I always imagined the colors in the world in this series to be very solid and strong, while not bright. I think the series functions on its boldness, and the backgrounds are a perfect example of it. The opening, I think, is a great example of this too, just them surrounded by those buildings in the midst of the night feels almost overwhelmingly dense. It really serves as the main appeal in many of the show's shots and ties everything (the compositing, the character designs, and the aesthetic) all together. The buildings and architectures, a mix of 2D and 3D, blend in so perfectly. You can take so many of those shots and make them your wallpaper; honestly, it's so pretty. It's also not just the buildings; the flowers in the room where Guideau and Ione fight were stunning. I also love the visual of the flowers always fluttering up due to impact; it just created such a magical experience for me. It's such a simple addition, but it was great. That, paired with the great soundtrack which goes from almost Persona-like music to soft notes of somberness that build up to the release of a monster, just all goes together so well.
At the beginning of this write-up, I already noted its production issues in terms of sometimes limited animation and a good bit of off-modelness in farther away shots (which I hope they'll fix in the Blu-Ray). There are many instances of very solid animation, which you can just look up on Sakugabooru if you want an example. I'm very impressed by Hamana's ability to manage this level of quality and a very strong self-identity of the show's visuals.
His direction in this episode, while some people might not like it due to its reminiscent of older styles, is noteworthy. Many of his shots rely on simple zoom-ins and zoom-outs, which I would say was a more common technique around 2008 or so. His way of transitioning is also a lot less focused on smooth transitions than most styles nowadays. For example, in Ghost Hunt, Gungrave, or Library of Bantorra, the flow of the storyboard is much less smooth and flowing than modern ones. Hamana's boards feel much more jumpy, I suppose? There's a larger gap that isn't covered by anything, which seems to have given many reviewers the impression of a slideshow. Personally, I don't mind it too much, as I think he still has some pretty interesting ideas. The transitions to Guideau getting stabbed and then grabbing Ione, I thought were really well done and mesmerizing. All the choices for the fluttering flowers were probably directly from him.
And hey, normally I don't like his openings, but the opening for The Witch and the Beast is badass, and I might write an individual write-up for it this week. However, I would also love to see other storyboarders and episode directors on some episodes to compare, especially for future episodes like for Johan and Phanora. I would love to see somebody like Shinj Itadaki give it a try, who I really hope to see in this series at some point. I think it's very possible due to the fact he's worked with Hamana before, and he's worked with Yokohama Animation Lab before. Much like a lot of the key animators here, he was also on Ancient Magus Bride S2, which, if you guys didn't know for some reason, contains an oddly large amount of staff that Hamana worked with before across the years, and they're also appearing in The Witch and the Beast now.
As you can tell, I really enjoyed the debut, despite its issues. I could ramble about it all day; there are so many things I want to talk about. However, I think it would be best to save that for when we get to future episodes. In this write-up, I've already spent a lot of time discussing more of what I like about the general direction and visual appeal of the series. Hopefully, in future episodes, I will be able to go more in-depth on specific storyboards, direction, and visuals that the upcoming episodes will showcase. I'll see you guys next week for the next episode of The Witch and the Beast.
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(I sadly don’t have any personal experience with it, but I can definitely do some digging for you!)
I’m truly sorry to hear that you’ve been facing challenges in your personal life. Life can be tough and unpredictable, but please remember that it’s okay to take things slow and prioritize your well-being.
Your followers understand and they’re here for you. Take all the time you need with the commission queue - your health and happiness are what truly matter and are the most important things!
Your works are anything but silly - they’re freaking amazing!! and we all adore them. They bring so much joy to many (including myself!). So, thank you- for sharing your incredible talents with us.
Lastly, I just wanna wish you nothing but the absolute best for the upcoming year. May it be filled with heaps of joy, incredible success, and pure happiness for you and your loved ones. Remember, every end is just the beginning of something new.
Keep shining and keep inspiring us all with your freaking fantastic works! 💖
P.S. I apologize for the late response to your post. But as they say, better late than never!
I just realized that I’ve written quite a lengthy message- whatever this is called! AHAHA. Welcome back!
Omg the way this nearly made me cry :")
I don't even know what to say or how to properly express my gratitude, but thank you so much for taking the time to write this, I really feel touched by how considerate it is <3
#this is such a sweet message#im#just so grateful#what a sweetheart thank you so much#honestly#<3#creepanswers#:")#and happy new year!!!!!#i hope you have an amazing year <3
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it is I, simplesnowflake!
I rebranded to astaralys now that I'm shifting into original projects but I'm very much still the same snow sisters supporter. I've just levelled up with an interest in game dev and picked up pixel art as well, so you'll be seeing less frozen content and more me content
you can find me on these places:
twitter (listen I am not calling it X): https://twitter.com/astaralys
bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/astaralys.bsky.social
ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/astaralys
I'm part of a studio! have you read our webcomic oneshot, Midnight Hour?: https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/midnight-hour/list?title_no=872088
But what's happening with TNU, you ask? I admit I have much less time for fic now but still very much enjoy TNU and hope to see it to completion. It's something that sporadically crosses my mind, and when I reread what I've written, I fall in love with the story all over again. So I pick at it during my commute and lunch breaks. We'll get there slowly!
in the meantime, please enjoy this wip chapter 23 scene join me in my struggle to remember what happened in ch 22, it's been 84 years
As always, thank you so much for following my journey and reading my stories. I really want to finish writing TNU for us, and hope you wouldn't mind sticking around for my foray into original stories beyond that. I've been writing fanfic for over a decade (oof my back ached typing that) and knowing every word I've written has been read and enjoyed by at least one person has made me the writer I am today. Thank you for finding my words!
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There was nothing quite like the slipperiness of blood. A slickness that smeared and clung to everything and anything, as if it already knew there was no way to return to the veins from which it had gushed. Its new purpose was to stain and horrify. If it could, with its sheer, crimson volume, petrify those that had evicted it from its rightful body, then its existence had purpose. A river, it would become.
“Your Highness! Are you hurt?” Ronny. A familiar face. An anchor.
“I… y-yes. I mean, no. The… the blood’s not mine.” Kristoff made to get up and slipped. Instead of hitting the marble floor, though, his knee crunched into unmoving flesh. It was a small blessing he hadn’t speared himself on one of the dozen crossbow bolts protruding from the man’s torso like a pincushion.
Herman dragged him upwards and back, none too gently. “We’ll guard the prince! Make sure these bastards are really dead.”
“Wait—” Bile overtook words. Kristoff dropped to all fours and retched.
Scattered words swirled around him as his guards waded through the bodies. “—that big talk about their military. These idiots fought like lumps of wood!”
“Any news from the general? Did we manage to intercept their fleet?”
“Still can’t see a thing out there; the fjord’s completely covered in mist after the wall fell. How did they break Princess Elsa’s magic—”
“Forget that! The queen and princess are missing—we need a search party—”
“With what men? We’re already stretched thin as ice—”
Ice. If he’d kept his head down and continued hacking at the frozen tundra and going home to his family of trolls, he wouldn’t be here, crouched in a lake of dark red. Staring at a canopy of death spattered across the hallway like the reaper itself had danced with a conductor’s wand. How easily could he have been one of those bodies splayed out across the same floor Anna always slid down in her socks, laughing and crashing into his arms? Where was Anna? What if she was lying in a ditch somewhere, just like—
“Oi! Got a live one here!”
“You telling me this runt was the commander of this freak show? What, did you use your own soldiers as meat shields? You cowardly little—”
Kristoff looked up to see his men crowded around a huddled figure. If these southerners hadn’t brought swords and bloodlust to Arendelle… if they hadn’t spilled mortality in these sunny halls…
Don’t be pathetic, Bjorgman.
“Let me talk to him,” Kristoff rasped.
“Sir, this scum tried to kill you—”
“Trust me, I’ve noticed.”
The soldiers quietened. A few stepped away from their quarry, blinking like they had snapped out of a trance. Kristoff knew them all by name, but when they had come to his rescue in a flurry of unforgiving steel, he momentarily couldn’t recognise them. But he recognised himself in their sudden cruelty. They weren’t baying for blood— they were afraid for themselves, their families, their homes. They needed a leader, and Mattias was out the fjord.
Come on, Lord Regent, he could hear Anna teasing. You’re in charge when I’m gone, remember?
But you’re not gone, Kristoff thought. You’re safe with Elsa somewhere, and you’ll come back to me.
He rose to his feet. He’d kept his balance on cliffsides and frozen lakes; he could stomach standing on solid ground, nauseatingly slippery as it was. He stopped before the only survivor of the Isles’ ambush party.
“Let’s hear what the crown prince of the Southern Isles has to say. That’s you, right? Jesper Westergaard?”
Spindly shoulders jerked. Bitter memories of another sneering, auburn-haired prince made Kristoff’s fists and jaw tighten.
“Your father sent you into our tunnels to secure the castle, didn’t he? Bet he didn’t expect us to be waiting for you. He’s probably sitting on the fjord in his big ship, waiting for you to open the gates for him.”
The prince’s sword tinkered on the floor. Herman pushed Kristoff behind him, but Jesper made no move to attack. He only kept his head bowed and rocked slightly on his heels, clenching and unclenching his hand on his sword. Staring down at him, Kristoff realised their adversary was more boy than man.
What would Anna do?
Giving Herman the standby signal, Kristoff knelt down in front of Jesper. “Calm down. Work with us, and no one else needs to get hurt.”
Jesper’s glazed stare remained unerringly fixed on his shoes. Kristoff saw pale lips moving, though. He cautiously leaned in.
“Hurry up hurry up hurry up…”
Kristoff waved a hand in front of the prince’s face. “Hey. Can you hear me?”
“… up hurry up hurry—” The frenetic whispering halted abruptly as Jesper’s head snapped up. Dilated pupils locked on Kristoff’s, swimming in fear and adrenaline and… triumph?
A shiver slithered up Kristoff’s spine.
Freshly spilled blood could melt snow. Yet it only struck him now, as his soldiers let out shocked cries and whipped out their swords for the second time, that the blood he had been kneeling in was icy enough to chill him to the bone.
Jesper finally met Kristoff’s eyes. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, a wicked smile spreading on his face. “Be a good sport and remember to scream, yeah?”
#life update#can i finish this fic before F3 comes out#frozen fanfic#frozen#kristoff#the next unknown#TNU#writing
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Dev Diaries
October 1, 2023
My goodness, it's the first devlog post-Crushed release!! How did that happen???
And where the heck has 2023 gone?!?! 🙃
Okay, pausing--for like four seconds--on the sillies, I've got some updates for y'all, so have a seat and get comfy.
Crushed updated build is out!!!
Now with the rest of the partial voice acting!!!
It was a super fun experience with the VA and I giggled a lot to hear the words I wrote spoken into existence. I think the next project I work on with voice work will also be partial. However, I can't imagine doing a whole game with full voice work. I can feel the mental break down from that possibility making its descent....
The postmortem was longer than I anticipated it to be, so it shall be posted separately (and with a read more for your scrolling needs) sometime! I go into (more) details on my inspiration and the process from hesitant idea, to jam entry, to a full-blown game, and all the heartbreak and burnout and catharsis in between!
You can also search 'gamedev rambles' or 'crushed vn' where I've already blabbed about Development Tingz LOL.
2. The HBG Twitter account has been nuked.
Yeah. Apologies if this is how you're finding out about it. I honestly have no idea where my audience is located as y'all are a quiet (but supportive) bunch. But for me as a player, it hurts because many of my peers are only on or are most active on Twitter.
However, me and the bird app have been at odds for a while so I guess it was just a matter of time... 🥲
3. Game Jam Gemini Mode
Alright, time to get serious-serious. (HA!)
While I was Fighting The Good Fight concerning getting Crushed up before the summer ended, I started dropping hints about the next project I wanted to work on with Yuri Jam (and Once Upon A Time jam) coming up.
Well. After giving it some thought, forcing myself to pause long enough to breathe, catching up on personal reading and other things, and again, giving it more thought: nope.
I could ignore this decision which I hate and push on anyway, but the consequences are not ones I want to deal with, nor will I be physically able to handle. (Yes, this is a direct reference to my health lol).
My plan about this time was to start reaching out to people and create a team--given that I banged out a script at lighting speed just so I knew what roles I needed and was prepared. I'm still not sure where that burst of frenzied energy came from, but it's gone now.
And then in between making Crushed live and getting the first voiced update done, I started to feel really weird. Like "Hello, Anxiety My Old Friend" weird. And I kept berating myself for dragging my feet, especially as Yuri Jam (and OUAT) are so 'chill' and 'easy-going' and why was I still freaking out? What was wrong with me???
Anyway, once the last voiced update went live, it hit me how utterly exhausted I was. Still am(?) So it's insane to think I was somehow going to have enough energy to lead a whole ass team to create one more project before the year ends. Even if said project was under 5k words.
Even as I write this saying I'm done, a part of me keeping scheming up ways to make it work.
But I wouldn't be doing it for the right reasons anyway (i.e. feeling like I should participate in more jams because every other developer is and I'm a bad indie dev if I don't, and feeling this desperation to prove I can tell other kinds of stories. ahahahaha)
A L S O I am broke 😂 And money talks louder than anything else!! This was the year--and continues to be the year-- of medical expenses and emergencies so like...gotta recover from that too.
The Knight Dance (my short Yuri idea) shall return, but next year at the earliest. And who knows? It might benefit from me not working on it now. Or that's what I'm telling myself so my brain will chill.
4. Tackling Ko-fi
I keep saying I'm going to start putting content on ko-fi, or posts, or something, and I keep proving to be a liar. That ends soon!
I've been playing around with the idea of adding both content for subs and one-time donators as well as free content, these things all exclusive to ko-fi. So there's an incentive to you guys to visit and an incentive for me to keep up with it.
There's a lot to the world of HSD/Crushed that just didn't make it into the games, and probably won't for a while, and then there are drabbles and longer stories that would be fun to write and share for anyone who's curious.
Okay!!!
In conclusion!!!
Go play Crushed!! Go support some game Kickstarters!! Go support a Pateron/Ko-fi of your fave creator!! Go replay some games!!
And watch this space for the Crushed postmortem and my yearly games & demos wrap up!!
And maaaaaaaybe catch me on the sideblog where I embody the cringe gamer girl I truly am???
~ Gemini
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Book One: Tao Te Ching
Pinanghawakan ko ang Hotdog ko.
Wait, parang ang sagwa pakinggan.
Pinanghawakan ko ang pagiging Hotdog ko.
Puwede na. Okay.
Hindi dahil sa gusto kong maging hotdog in generic form, pero may mga nickname kasing okay lang kahit malayo sa real name.
I was in Grade Two when everyone officially named me Hotdog. I still write my Carlisle Arjeantine name kapag kailangang isulat, but nickname? Hotdog talaga.
Everyone was calling me Hotdog—kahit ang mga teacher, para lang din hindi sila magkamali sa pagsabi ng pangalan ko.
I was Hotdog Mendoza way back then. To be honest, hindi siya weird na nickname, because I had a classmate, and she was named as Kukay. I found Hotdog a bit presentable than Kukay during those days.
I was enjoying being Hotdog in an empirical manner when I realized, there was nothing special about being Hotdog.
First Year High School, ang random ng thought, everyone knew me as Hotdog while some called me Arjan. My mom used to call me Cali, and it was confusing me in another level kasi hindi ko alam kung ano ang dapat itawag sa akin.
You had a freaking name, and it was legally applied, and no one wants to use it for you, even yourself.
Same kay Kukay. Ang real name niya, Angelica Marie Joy R. San Vicente. But no one called her Angelica or Marie or Joy, or any of it but Kukay. Like, dude, for real?
Symbolic for me ang nickname na Hotdog kasi sobrang rare kong kumain ng hotdog kahit noong bata pa ’ko. Laging cheesedog. So, I asked my dad some time when I was six, “Pops, bakit may ganito na white sa hotdog?”
It was a white, gewy substance, dripping at the tip of the hotdog. And damn, it sounded so not safe for work, but it was.
“Cheesedog naman kasi ’yan, hindi ’yan hotdog,” sagot ni Popsky.
“Bakit po may cheese?”
“Kasi special kapag may cheese. Kapag, wala, common hotdog lang siya.”
Intrusion! Intrusion!
But yes, it was a sudden flashback during my childhood days na kapag may cheese, special.
Ang bibingkang may cheese, special.
Ang ensaymadang may cheese, special.
Ang putong may cheese, special.
Ang burger na may cheese, special.
There might be something about cheese that makes everything so special.
“Kaya pumayag kang maging Cheesedog?”
Ah! My mind was wandering around, kausap ko nga pala si Jazmin pero Z.
“Cheesedog is a good source of discussion, anyway,” sagot ko.
Jazmin pero Z is my student. Humanities class.
Well, she’s . . . she’s interesting. Very . . . interesting in a sense that she found me in a place where no one wants to look for me.
There’s something about the timing na hindi ko ine-expect. There’s something about the idea na ang sarap i-look forward because someone found you where you’ve been.
She’s cute. I like her eyes. Mukha siyang Korean na Taiwanese. Cute ang ilong, hindi matangos pero parang nakakatuwang pindutin kasi maliit. Bilugan ang mukha tapos may bangs na nagsasariling paling kahit anong suklay niya paharap. Hindi ako sigurado sa haba ng buhok kasi laging nakatali, lalo pa’t mahangin dito sa area dahil nga nasa highland. Madaldal. Kind of madaldal na mahirap bentahan ng idea. Hindi ko nga mabilang kung ilang beses niyang tinanong ang pagiging Cheesedog ko. Nag-explain na ’ko’t lahat, tinatanong pa rin niya.
“Bakit ito ang pinahanap mo sa ’min?” tanong niya, itinaas ang librong kanina pa niya binabasa—kung binabasa nga ba niya kasi dinadaldal din niya ’ko samantalang gumagawa nga ako ng lesson plan.
“Because I want you, guys, to understand that book?”
“Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu,” pagbasa niya sa librong pinababasa ko sa buong klase for a reflection paper. “The Book of Way.”
Saglit akong tumigil sa ginagawa at nangalumbaba habang tinuturo ng sign pen ang librong hawak niya.
“Itong book, nakita ko ’tong binabasa ng nauna sa ’kin. Her name is Cherminne. I was nineteen when I first found this.”
Ako pa ang nagbuklat ng page at ipinakita ang bookmark ko roon sa page na may memorable line for me.
“We wu wei,” nakangiting sabi ko. “When nothing is done, nothing is left undone. Kung wala kang ginawa, meron kang ginawa. Wala nga lang.”
Napapangiti siyang nagtakip ng noo at parang nahihiya sa sinabi ko, umiiling pa. “Puwede bang bumalik na lang tayo kung bakit ka naging si Cheesedog, sir?”
It was fascinating, for me. Si Ate Cherminne kasi, virtual assistant siya. Sobrang broad ng pagiging VA, and I was a student way back then. She has an expressive eyes, and she looked at me like she was reading me until the very fiber of my existence.
Maybe sa experience? Iba rin siguro ang questions sa buhay ng may experience sa wala. And nineteen years old wasn’t that old enough to know something about life in general. And she’s double my age.
Ate Cherminne and I were on the same table, and she was reading that book habang naghihintay ako sa kanya. We had a small talk, some questions about life, as in sobrang random na hindi naman normally pinag-uusapan ng dalawang taong hindi rin naman magkakilala.
She asked, “Tingin mo, simple lang ang buhay?”
I answered, “Yes po.”
She smiled at me. “Why?”
“Simple lang ang life because it’s more of living and knowing why you live?” hindi sure na sagot ko.
“If simple lang, bakit mahirap maging masaya?”
“Hmm.” I really thought about that part. “Subjective po siguro ang happiness. Siguro nakadepende ’yon sa source of happiness nila kaya mahirap.”
“So, dahil ba sa constant craving nila for something they do not have, kaya mahirap maging masaya?”
“Kung happiness po ng ibang tao ang magkaroon ng maraming pera pero tambay lang po sila, mahirap po talaga. O kaya kung gusto nila ng T-Rex.”
Tinawanan lang ako ni Ate Cherminne sa sagot ko.
But really, isa ’yon sa mga tanong sa mundo na madali sanang sagutin kung pare-pareho lang ang meaning ng happiness para sa lahat.
Maybe it was about that constant craving gaya ng sabi ni Ate Cherminne, or maybe it was about the contentment na kung enough for you ang kung anong meron ka, you’ll feel happy kasi satisfied ka na. You don’t have to crave for more, you don’t have to ask for anything else.
Maybe it was about perspective, depende kung saang side ka tumitingin.
“When people see some things as beautiful, other things become ugly. When people see some things as good, other things become bad,” pagbasa ni Jazmin sa isang page ng book. “Ang philosophical nitong book, parang nakakabobo basahin, sir. Parang gets ko na parang hindi.”
“Pero ikaw, ano ang definition mo ng happiness?” usisa ko habang tinititigan siya.
“Hmm. Quiz ba ’to? May score ba ’to, sir? Exempted na ba ’ko kapag sinagot ko?”
Tinuktukan ko siya ng sign pen sa ulo bago ko binalikan ang lesson plan ko. “Magbasa ka na lang.”
“Ang definition ko ng happiness, sir, kapag busog ako, hahaha!” biglang sabi niya kaya napasulyap ako. Hawak-hawak na naman niya ang bookmark na iniwan ko roon. “Cheesedog Was Here.”
“Ibalik mo ’yan, ha?” utos ko.
“Opo, ito na po, ibabalik na.” Isinilid niya ulit ang bookmark sa page ng libro. “May favorite quote ka rito sa book, sir?”
“Meron,” sagot ko, sinusundan ng tingin ang ginagawa niyang paglipat sa libro.
“Natatandaan mo pa?”
“Yeah. I am different from ordinary people.”
Bigla siyang tumawa sa ’kin. “Ang GGSS! Legit ba?”
Ako naman ang napangiti sa kanya. “Joke lang, ang bilis mong maniwala.”
“Kaya ko nga tinanong kung legit ba. Grabe siya, ha. Pero seryoso, natatandaan mo pa?”
“Yep!” Tumango naman ako. “If you want to become whole, let yourself be partial. If you want to become full, let yourself be empty. If you want to be reborn, let yourself die. More like if you want to be one, become one.”
“Sir, hindi na makatao subject mo. Nakakabobo na, ha. Hindi pa nga ako nakaka-recover sa I exist; therefore, I am mo. Sumisingit ka pa ng nakakasira ng utak.”
“Mag-aral ka kasing mabuti.”
“Business naman kasi kinukuha ko, sir, hindi naman philo. Uy, meron pang isang bookmark. Taray!”
Dinampot niya agad ’yon, pero kaiba sa bookmark ko, pilas lang ’yon ng papel na sinulatan.
“Every moment that passes by is a new piece of time, a new chance to make things right as they were before, a new start to do good as it was written for us long ago. Every life has an opportunity to change its ways if it wants to be happy again,” pagbasa niya roon. “Buti pa ’to mabilis arukin. Wala ka bang ganito, sir? Kaysa yung one plus one mo.”
“Hahaha! Magbasa ka na. Ikaw una kong tatawagin bukas sa recitation.”
“Hoy! Namemersonal ka na!”
“Hahaha!”
Life is composed of simple things that make us happy. A simple joke, the laughter of a cute kid, a short conversation with someone you adore, a cute toy. And I guess it wasn’t complicated at all. We just have to look at it as something worth its existence.
• co-created by @coffeexated.
• Next update: January 13, 2023, 7 PM
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the dalia chronicles continue
this is gonna kill me. this is gonna fucking kill me.
there are these random private personal accounts following me now that are followed by her. by the looks of it, they’re her friends. like i said, they’re private and i’m not risking that shit no matter how much the curiosity is eating me alive.
seeing as i’ve had to hold mickey by the scruff of her neck about all of this, i’m adding this to the evidence pile. if i’ve got feral meddling friends trying to find her, maybe she’s got feral meddling friends trying to find me. not that it’s for sure or even totally likely, but that’s just the impression i’m getting.
dalia is so interesting to me. i’ve just been staring at her posts and the things she says, studying her for my own amusement, and i feel like she’s doing it back. this has never happened before.
is she fucking with me? i feel like she’s fucking with me. i’m fucking with her a little ngl but what do you expect from me yk. i’m used to fucking with people and waiting for a reaction, but she’s not reacting. she’s pushing back. i feel like a bug in a jar what the FUCK DUDE
but at least there’s sticks and leaves n shit in the jar. so i can like. stalk her spotify and pinterest and all that.
i’m so CONFUSED. if i knew her irl this would be so much easier but i would also be fucking insane yk? i’m glad there’s not another weird freak pretty girl in my vicinity because that doesn’t end well for me, but i wish i could interact with her in more ways. why can’t i just stand around looking hot? that’s what i usually do. and it seems like what she does too. and it’s working but we’re not fuckin getting anywhere.
i’m trying to drop hints and push her into saying something. i don’t know what i’m waiting for but i’ll know when it happens. i keep posting on my note stuff about her without saying it’s about her. currently it’s “wtf is wrong with her (i need her so bad)” bc she posted this morning that she bought a blowtorch. i stand by that statement. i’ve posted songs too. it was mechanix by megadeth a couple days back and i can always write that off as a bangin song about sex and cars but i posted the later verse. so. hopefully that fucked with her significantly.
i called my nana for her birthday a couple weeks back and she was on me about not having a girlfriend. 68 year old country baptist woman. up my ass about getting bitches. posted about it and dalia liked it immediately. two hit KO right fuckin there man.
she keeps posting photo sets of herself to songs i like and it’s driving me insane. most gorgeous woman in the world regularly posts these little spreads of artfully done photos. like. amazing lighting and composition. to songs I LIKE. and i have to reply “omg i love this song” or “the contrast on these is so cool” instead of asking her if she wants me on one knee or both because i’m down for whatever she wants
i think she’s mainly into me physically so i’m leaning toward both knees. not that i mind. we don’t know each other well enough for me to be offended by her probable lack of attraction to my personality. plus, i have friends with great personalities i would hook up with and i still don’t want to be anything more than friends. but doesn’t that make this even more confusing??
look. she maybe said that she wanted to make out with me. i’m happy to just be a mouth to her honestly. fine by me. i’d like to think she’s a bit more than that to me, but i know it’s just fascination causing the infatuation. we’re not even friends really. she’s someone my friend put in a group chat because of a shared interest and i had to go off and act like this over it. it could’ve been anyone. i’m just fucking bored and this is the most amusement i’ve gotten in ages and it’s messing with my head.
in fact, im so fuckin bored that when those batshit crazy tarot readings pop up i watch them and sigh dreamily.
bro. if this keeps going im begging that someone sends me to the glue factory
“STOP IT THIS ISNT YOU” —me looking in the mirror after thinking thee most pathetic gay thought imaginable
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Chapter Thirty-Three
Hera and Sabine both make their way to the cockpit, while Zeb leads the other Lasat to the common area. Kanan and Ezra both immediately follow the Lasat, but Keen hangs back in the cargo hold, and feels the vibrations as the ship lifts off the ground. She perches atop one of the crates, crossing her legs, meditating.
She can't tell how long she sits there. The Jedi only opens her eyes when she senses another person in the hold. Opening one eye, she looks at Ezra standing in front of her, with his hands on his hips.
"One could say you're avoiding us."
"Not avoiding you, just giving you space."
The Padawan hops up, sitting beside her on the crate, "You don't have to, y'know. I kept my fair share of secrets, and when I told you, you never freaked out, or got mad. C'mon, we're about to find the location of Lira San."
He hops off the box, tugging her to her feet as well. Rushing off, he scales the ladder, skipping every other rung. A smile splits Keen's face, as she just launches herself up to the second level, following the Padawan to the cockpit. The two slip into the room just as Kanan asks, "Okay, so where is this new world we're taking you?"
"We do not yet have the location of Lira San," Chava informs him.
"We have maps if you need 'em," the Twi'lek says, glancing at them from the pilots seat.
"There is no Lira San, Hera. It's a myth, an old legend."
"Maybe so, Zeb, but I've always found that within each myth and legend there is truth. Sometimes, the legends are entirely accurate, other times they hold only a mere shred of truth. But I've never seen one that is completely false."
Once again, Chava looks at her with admiration. "The time has come to prepare the ritual that will guide us to our new home."
"Come on," Ezra says, glaring at Zeb. "I'll help you set it up."
On the way out of the room, the Padawan grabs Keen's arm, dragging her along with the others. She rolls her eyes, letting the boy lead her out, where Chopper greets them. The astromech looks up, glaring at the Lasat, and grumbles something to Chava.
Glaring down at the sociopathic droid, she replies, "I'm not weird."
The droid sasses her, questioning the validity of her statement.
"Quiet, Chopper," Ezra demands.
Chava looks up from where she was writing on the metal flooring of the ship. Its crude, mere silhouettes of Lasat shaped beings, but it gets her point across. "The Ashla led us to the pirate, then to you so that we may find our path to the new world."
"The Ashla?"
Kanan walks into the room, moving to stand between Ezra and Keen. "It's basically the Force in Lasat culture," Keen informs the boy. "The Force has many names across the Galaxy, but its viewed the same in every culture."
"And it is through your Force, our Ashla that the prophecy comes. It is written and it is spoken. The promise of Lira San will follow the fate of The Three. The fool, simple and selfish, he would lead. The warrior, bold and bloodthirsty to hunt the hope of tomorrow. The child, to destroy him! We will find our new home only if the child saves the warrior and the fool." As she describes each person in the prophecy, she gestures to her drawing.
"Well, I have no idea who the fool is and I only see one child. And you're not rescuing this warrior." Zeb says, finishing his statement by threatening Ezra.
"Ooh!" Ari'abel cheers, "Can I be the fool?"
Kanan rolls his eyes, hitting her shoulder with his shoulder.
"Perhaps you are not the warrior? Ah. Hmm. We must begin. The fool has set events into motion."
The smile falls from the Jedi's face. "Aw, that means I can't be the fool."
"Don't fret," Ezra says, gently patting her arm, "You'll always be a fool to me."
"Thanks...wait."
She fake glares at Ezra, as Chava and Gorn sit around the circle she drew. Looking up at the Jedi and Padawan, she says, "Please join."
Ari'abel shrugs, plopping down beside Gorn, and Ezra takes a seat beside Chava. The wise woman leads them in a chant of, "Lira San ko-ko, mah-seeta fo-na-ka-tee-lala."
Keen glances up, noticing Zeb leaving the room. She prepares to follow him, but Ezra beats her to it. She smiles as the Padawan trails after the Lasat. She closes her eyes, dipping into the Force, or Ashla, continuing the chanting of the Lasat.
A while later, just as Zeb enters the room, Chava stands, drawing the Jedi from her trance. She waves her hands over the circle, finishing her spell with the words, "Eeee, ah, naa."
"We are ready for your map," Gorn tells Kanan. The Knight simply urges Chopper forward, who projects a star chart.
"The path to Lira San will be revealed through the fates of The Three. The child must save the warrior and the fool. The child must show us the way." Zeb nudges Ezra forward, but Chava isn't having it. "No. The child of Lasan."
Zebra's ears droop in disappointment, "Wait, wait. I'm the child? I really wanted to be the warrior," he growls.
"You're kinda acting like a child."
The Lasat glares at Ezra, stepping forward to the circle. Gorn looks up to him, "Your bo-rifle, as the ancients used it."
He slips the weapon from his shoulder, pulling it apart in a way that none of the Ghost Crew has seen. The tips end up in three prongs, a yellow energy spouting out. He pushes it gently at the maps, as they move further from their location, stopping deep out in uncharted space.
The Jedi Master shrugs as she looks at the map, whilst Kanan voices his displeasure.
"The child must show us the way," Chava simply tells him.
Zeb grins, gazing at the star chart in front of him. "That's it. That's it. Lira San."
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hi tumblr im not feeling well today, in fact im feeling worst uGH but if not today, when would i have the time to write a summary post for january, right?
OKAY SO
january has beeeeeen so long and
i cant do this maybe tomorrow huhu sorry
HOLA TODAY IS FEBRUARY 2ND, AND I FINALLY HAD THE TIME (no i just forced myself to do this because if not now, then when, right?)
so anyway, as i have mentioned, january has beeeeeen long. the other day felt like january nth, and i was sick so i guess it was not a good month-ender but maybe that's what happens when you are in hell week and you drank more coffee than you usually drink in a week, and that you slept less than five hours each day
ANYWAY ENOUGH OF THESE RANTS
january was an eventful month, honestly, because just as I was going down the holiday high, booOOgsh birthday here, birthday there, birthday everywhere!
january is my birthmonth, and it has been 20 years since i've graced the world with my weirdness.
turning twenty had me thinking about some aspects of life i've only thought of once or twice before. i guess, more than three weeks later, it's still not sinking in because as far as i'm concerned, i'm still a seventeen-year-old something who bullshits her way everyday.
it still doesn't change a thing--i just try my best each waking day, and show up. i guess that's what life is all about, no? just . . . showing up.
anyhoo enough of these dramatic crap wHO am i kidding i love celebrating my birthday because it is a day when i am allowed to make everything about me. well, i do it occasionally but for me... wala it just makes me happy
ugh can i have birthdays but not grow a year older?
so enough of me--i guess i have blabbered about this on my other social media accounts (yes for the first month of the year i've decided to once again involve the people who love me in the rollercoaster ride called my life)
january was full of celebrations of life and it made me happy to see old faces, new friends, family members. i felt like myself again--the bubbly, talkative, happy person i was.
ALSO as a bonus i got a gift from my parents and its a most awaited one so that made me really giddy
see sabi ko enough of me pero puro ako pinagsasabi ko ugh why am i like this
all in all, january has been tiring yet satisfying. alam mo yun, feeling ko naman i did good with my studies because i really tried my best to do good, not just because of the grades but because i really want to learn about what im studying about and its tiring but fun at the same time
and that i have not yet written anything this year (ASIDE FROM FREAKING ESSAYS AND SCHOOL PAPERS) but i promise to do something during the semester break.. i have to continue my wips or else they'll haunt me on my sleep
okay i think that basically sums up my january. i'll be back for a few check-ins but i guess for now bABYE
ciao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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