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Prompts ; 85. “I’ve seen how much you really care–don’t pretend like you don’t.” + 52. “i saw something today that reminded me of you.”
Pairing : best friend! Mark x reader
Pronouns : you/yours
Type : fluff
Word count : 524
Warnings : mutual feelings, friends to lovers, college au, fluff, slightly ooc
Have a great day !!
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“I’ve seen how much you really care–don’t pretend like you don’t.” Haechan chuckled as the pair of you had made your way outside, sitting at the campfire the others had started. You'd come on holiday with the dreamies who'd become your closest friends, all of them like your brothers except for one in particular. Your loving gazes and yearning for Mark didn't go unnoticed by the others, the six of them pestering you until you eventually admitted to it, all of them swearing for their own safety that they'd keep the secret. "I don't. If he likes her then whatever." you murmured, trying to hide your sulking as you slouched down in the chair.
The brunette let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he watched you, trying to figure out what was going on inside your head. "You can't just keep pretending like nothing is going on between you two." he sighed, running a hand through his hair. You and Mark were the most confusing pair ever. Both are too scared to make the first move and both huge overthinkers. He stretched, looking up as he saw Mark make his way outside, seemingly approaching you two. "Hey." Mark grinned, unknowing of the previous conversation that had been taking place and sat down. Haechan mumbled some excuse of being tired, before getting up and leaving, but not before shooting you a look, telling you to take the chance.
"You okay?" Mark asked gently, moving slightly closer to you. His face softened as he saw you still slightly shivering, despite the blanket wrapped around you and being near the fire. "I'm good-" you started before he cut you off, moving closer, his arm wrapped around you as he moved your blanket to fit around both of you, pulling you into his side. "..Better?" he asked, a smug smile on his face as he looked down, letting out his addictive laughter. "I hate you." you mumbled, the small grin on your face getting bigger as you looked back at him, giggling as he rubbed his nose against yours. "You love me really." he responded, gently squeezing your hand. You let out a relieved sigh as he turned away, missing not only your red cheeks but unable to feel your rapid heartbeat.
“I saw something today that reminded me of you.” he murmured in a hushed tone, pulling out a locket from his pocket. It was simple but with a little bit of detail - something that was exactly you. His face turned red as he watched your face light up, clearly appreciating the small present he had gotten. "Can you put it on me?" you asked, your affection clear in your eyes. He hummed, taking it from you and pushing your hair out the way as he clasped it, his soft hands gently brushing against the back of your neck, both giddy from the close contact. He took in the moment, admiring how you looked in the moonlight, tugging you more into him and kissing your forehead. Maybe one day he'd be confident enough to tell you how he felt.
He just hoped it was soon.
#mark#mark x you#mark x y/n#mark x reader#mark imagines#mark imagine#mark fic#mark fanfic#mark fluff#mark lee#mark lee x you#mark lee x reader#mark lee imagine#mark lee imagines#mark lee fanfic#mark lee fluff#mark lee x y/n#mark lee x male reader#nct x gender neutral reader#nct#nct 127#nct dream#nct x you#nct x reader#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct fanfic#nct 127 x reader#nct 127 x you#nct 127 imagines
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blacksmithing ask!!!
how would one get started with blacksmithing?
That's a really good question!!
there's a bunch of different ways to go about it, and every one has a preferred way to go about it. I would say try to find a local or even semi-local blacksmith near you, for safety reasons and as a way to make a in-person connection. You'd want to email/call/contact them prior of course, if you just showed up out of nowhere you might not be looked as kindly upon lol.
if you need help looking for someone, you can generally find a nearby college/university and see if there's a metalworking class or teacher there, or for more resources you can look for a local union or guild.
They'll generally have a space for stuff already as well as having equipment for incidents already handy, for example, I found myself a blacksmith a bit away from me after a lot of research and started talking with them, and they were super helpful and so kind as to help me make my first knife for basically free and let me keep it as well, all I had to do was sign a few papers for safety and whatnot, and he even showed me how to do a couple different types of other blades too, just offhandedly!!
from my experience most blacksmiths are really helpful and even eager to help you get into blacksmithing! so don't feel too scared about asking, y'know?
You can also always just start doing small things yourself! just take a bunch of precautions when you're doing this, have a fire extinguisher/bucket of sand/water nearby, there's a BUNCH of videos where technically you can do it in your backyard, just be sure (especially if you're in the U.S) to check your local HOA and city restrictions, and if you're especially concerned you can call your local fire station for advice on safety and just give them a heads up.
I might add some links and resources later if anyone is interested in those to help look for things, or people can DM and I'll try to help them out!
Hopefully I answered a good amount of stuff for you 💜
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Shoot
This work is part of the @percahliaweek event.
Day 4 - Shoot
[Read on AO3]
Trigger warning: Guns
Vex’ahlia’s hand holds tightly around the grip of the gun, the other supporting underneath. She aims at the target, draws a long breath, and pulls the trigger. Only when the bullet misses the bullseye by a milliliter does Vex release the breath. Vex lowers the weapon and looks to her right, where her boyfriend holds a perfect shooting stance. She observes him as he aims at the target, further away than hers, and shoots once, twice, three times. He pauses, looks at her with a glint in the corner of his eyes, and fires another three shots while keeping eye contact with her. Vex should be utterly impressed, but she isn’t. This isn’t their first rodeo at the shooting range. They have been coming here almost every week since they started dating two months ago, and she has seen what Percival is capable of.
Guns aren’t Vex’s weapon of choice. She prefers to shoot a bow over a gun any day. “How so?” Percival asked her the day she told him that. “It’s all about knowing your strength and having full control of your body. You need to put just the right amount of strength into drawing the arrow, and once it’s released, your whole body releases with it.” She explained.
It wasn’t hard to convince Vex to try a gun since she had always been slightly interested in it, so for a few weeks, Percy taught her everything, from how to dismantle and put it back together to the cleaning methods and, lastly, how to shoot with the appropriate safety equipment and stances.
“How come I have to learn to take the gun apart and put it back together?” Vex’ahlia complained as several parts stood on a desk between her and Percy.
“Because if you know how it works, you’ll know what to do when something goes horribly wrong. I speak from experience, dear.”
She wanted to know more about his experiences, but something in Percy’s demeanor told her that was a topic for a different day, so she paid attention to his explanation. Vex was a fast learner, and soon, she and Percy stood at their respective lanes, aiming at a target.
“Percival, darling?” Vex’ahlia waves in Percy’s direction, calling his name even though she knows he can’t hear her. Her gun lies on the counter in front of her, diligently locked and without its magazine.
“Yes, dear?” Percival removes one side of his earmuffs and sets his gun down.
“I think I’m done for the day,” Vex rubs at her shoulder. She’s tense from standing and aiming, a pain she’s familiar with from her years of archery but one she hasn’t felt in months. Percival nods and secures his weapon. They recall the target to remove the sheet—Percy teases his girlfriend about her only stray shot—and they return the weapons at the entrance.
“Shall we go for a milkshake?” Percy asks, holding Vex’s hand. She nods, happy to be out of the building and back into the sun.
“When did you learn how to shoot?” Vex’ahlia asks an hour later, sipping on her milkshake.
“The summer before college started,” Percy replies. His hair is tousled from the wind. He is sitting back on the leather seat, fully relaxed. Vex rarely gets to see him like this: shoulders slumped, legs crossed, the first two buttons of his shirt open to reveal the slightest amount of chest hair. It’s an image she wants to engrave in her mind forever. “When did you learn archery?” Percy returns.
“Shortly after my good-for-nothing father took me and my brother in. Part of his demands was that I took etiquette and piano lessons. He wasn’t elated when I found clever ways to get rid of my tutors so I could explore the woods near his house. Eventually, he gave in. He told me if I wanted to spend my days in the wild like a savage, then I would at least have to learn something useful, and he forced me to learn archery.”
“Your father sounds like a great person,” Percy snorts sarcastically.
“You have no idea,” Vex rolls her eyes. She picks at a fry and swirls it in the ketchup absent-mindedly.
“Go on, ask it.” She looks up at Percy, whose smile crinkles the corner of his eyes.
“I was wondering why you learned to shoot a gun, of all things?” She asks, popping the fry in her mouth.
“My family was murdered,” Percy’s smile fades. He leans closer to Vex, crossing his arms on the table, and his voice lowers into a whisper. Vex’s eyes grow wide at the information. She knew Percy’s family wasn’t around from a few things he mentioned, but she thought they were just estranged, not dead. “It’s not a story I would like to share completely right now, but I had to learn how to defend myself and my baby sister.”
Vex’ahlia nods. She doesn’t press on. She has met the sister in question, Cassandra. She’s a lovely teenager, but she has the expression of someone who has been through hardship. It all makes sense now.
“Is that why your hair is white?” Vex arches an eyebrow. Percy chuckles and leans back. She has been teasing him about it since they met, but he never offered a justification for why his hair is shock-white when he’s only in his mid-twenties.
“Yes, dear. It’s called trauma,” Percy jokes, stealing one of Vex’s fries. Vex slaps his hand playfully but allows him to dip it into her ketchup.
“I knew it wasn’t dyed. Not even you can be that cool, darling.”
All gun and trauma topics are set aside for the time being as Percy and Vex laugh their way through the remaining fries and milkshake. There is time for sharing their darkest secrets later, but for now, all Vex and Percy want is to relax and bask in each other’s company.
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Hello Puppets' Secret Villains?
So I had a thought about this just now. I want to get this out before I go crazy when Anemoiapolis gets released next week. For the universe of Hello Puppets, I'm starting to think Mortimer's Handeemen aren't the only villains in the series. I believe there's another group of questionable people we should start talking about just in case this is revealed in another prequel or sequel to Hello Puppets. Let me explain...
I guess that the original purpose of the studio headquarters before Mortimer's Handeemen moved into the building was a factory or plant near the city hospital of the time, Sacred Mercy Hospital. From Riley's wing, probably a meat plant. I'm not sure how Owen got the building in the first place other than his dad helped pay for it, but either way, setting up a studio in a former plant like a meat plant was a bad idea, health, and safety-wise. The way the news portrayed the fire in the newspaper made it sound like it was an accident, and the authorities retrieved the bodies of the dead cast member due to the death count mentioned. But wait for a second, this doesn't make sense after playing the original game. Owen's body is still in there. Jake Bowen is still there possessed by a sock puppet. At Midnight Show's ending, Carla and Joel are still possessed, and Owen's spirit is in the body of Matilda, another crew member. I don't think anyone went in because someone like Scout Harper told the authorities about what happened and didn't want to risk going in there to get possessed themselves.
However, here's the twist, so bear with me. With the homeless becoming victims of the puppets, why isn't the city taking this seriously and didn't listen to Anthony, who was investigating the case, and went to stop it? Well, that's because the city leaders are covering this up to decrease their homelessness problem. Think about it! The world was affected by recessions, lockdowns, and economic/crime problems harming big cities over the years. Because of this, the city leaders let the puppets continue with their crimes to have the city appear safe to live with a low homeless and low crime report. If Anthony got the word out for everyone to listen, not only the puppets get destroyed, but the city leaders from over the years could get questioned and arrested if found guilty. With Anthony missing, it seemed they didn't have to worry anymore. That was until Scout's Host escapes the HQ with a dead puppet stitched onto their hand.
If the hospital is still nearby and not relocated, and someone found Host and took them there, the doctors and nurses would question what happened. If they believe they're going to tell security to phone the police. If someone at the police department takes this seriously, actions will have consequences for the puppets as the police and detectives make one horrible discovery after the other. Then Host's potential family and friends, their college, and the college editor who sent them might catch wind of this which would create rightful outrage. If nobody listens, unfortunately, the puppets would take that as a cue to start taking over the world, ready or not. With that, everyone gets possessed by a puppet. In my opinion, in a headcanon, anyone left is just the human actors/actresses playing a part and singing against their wills, similar to Starkid's The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, like it's a Sesame Street episode. Those who don't obey get bagged in a meat locker. Whatever the ending is, karma will bite the city leaders over the years eventually for the greedy roles they played to make themselves look better.
I'm sorry this is long. I had to get some theory about this topic out there to get the ball rolling. So be free to add anything to this to expand this theory. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!
#hello puppets#hello puppets midnightshow#hello puppets theory#mortimer's handeemen#hello puppets mortimer#hello puppets mortimer handee#hello puppets owen#hello puppets anthony#hello puppets scout#hello puppets host#long post#long post alert
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I’m kind of rethinking my life path at the moment: I’ve been settled on teacher’s college for years and years but I’m really enjoying my current administrative position, and there’s a possibility for me to move into a fairly well-paying role in the near future.
One of the things that scares me the most about being a teacher is having to regulate my online presence, and I’ve basically limited a lot of my stuff to not have any personal things (ie never making a YouTube channel or TikToks or using my real first name or posting selfies), which were important safety measures when I was younger but now I don’t really care
So if I really do decide I’m not going into childcare it would be nice because I could do YouTube content and actually be active in the k/nk community publicly, doing activism/awareness around that!!! And those are things I really want to do!! But I know that being in the k/nk community (or the sex work community), even a long time ago, can get people fired from their jobs, which is stupid etc etc but a genuine threat
So I’m just…. Weighing that up against the chances that I change my mind again, but I’m truly excited about the possibility of being less scared online for this hypothetical future job
#thoughts and thinking#thinking very hard#I just wanna be able to post selfies on fetlife#is that so much to ask#kink mention#hark I say nothing#I wanna make lackadaisical minecraft videos
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Me porto bonito -miles earth 49 x reader
um ion rlly got a plan tbh might fuck around put it it into diff parts if yall like it
um warning i do bring up fire arms n shit so uh ya bai
oh n reader is the host of the symbiote silence😼
it was a warm night in the streets of Brooklyn, and y/n was walking alone home with nothing but streetlights to guide her. Her feet ached from the tall shoes she wore to the club.
'I can't believe she left me again..what am I supposed to do when it gets worse'
'I told you she wasn't shit, this isn't the first or last time this happens'
Stuck in her mind speaking to the second organism living in her body about how her supposed best friend left her alone for some guy she just met the same night;she doesn't realize she is in front of a dark alley near her house...
A dark, gloomy alley where grunts are coming from deeper within.
Her hands got clammy and teeth clenched despite her nervousness, she uses the symbiote to sharpen her hands into claws. She takes cautious steps deeper in the dark alley.
Upon reaching the source of the grunts, she sees a boy clutching his in pain with heavy breaths.
Suddenly, his eyes opened wide as he looked at the girl while scrambling for a piece not too far from him
"BACK-back...up. I'm-I'm not scared to use this" his hands shook, and his words got caught in his throat and came out as a weak croak.
Y/n put the claws away and sat there with her hands up trying to think about what to do
ignoring every thing her symbiotic partner has to say about how ridiculous it is for her to have her hands up, she resorts to the best choice
"look... I don't live far and im a med student, I can help you...if you'll let me"
she spoke cautiously while slowly bringing her hands back down to the side, watching the boy weight out the chances of her lying.
Finally, after too many seconds for y/n's liking, he furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, giving her the consent to take him
"could you...you know, put the gun down?" he dropped the gun hastily putting it on safety
"how... how are you getting me out of here" he questioned her, still weary of trusting her but deciding she's her best bet at staying alive.
y/n wordlessly picked him up, silently thanking the added strength her opinionated symbiote provided.
2nd pov
Speak of the devil.
'Should've left him behind he doesn't even want our help, I mean, he pointed a GUN at us'
and she shall appear
"he's just scared, I don't blame him" you quietly muttered a reply, hoping the boy in your arms is too out of it to process the fact you're technically speaking to yourself.
But luck is never on your side it seems, so that just wasn't the case "who are you talking to" the boy who's starting to become weaker by the second questioned quietly.
'shit'
'Really should've just left him' silence's voice almost had a hint of disappointment under the teasing she was sending towards you; however, you ignore her, not wanting to seem even more crazy to the boy you were trying to help.
'You even lied to him, you're no med student, you're just a girl in a liberal arts school with an “acounting” job'
You try to ignore her attempt at getting to your head, but the truth is she's right. You don't have a clue how you're going to help with the short first aid course you took first year of college before your parents left to work out of the country.
Brought out of your own thoughts, you come upon the small house you get to call your own.
"Silence" signaling the symbiote to hit the light switch, you gain a look from the boy as you gently put him down
"n...no one spoke.." he weakly reaches for the gun you're taking away from him, clearly becoming more weary by the second. You finally decided on what to do.
"Honestly, I don't know you, but you are on the verge of death, so I get it that you don't trust me. But could you please try not to move around too much on some help me help you type shit?" he looked at you through knitted brows, pain evident in his features, and nodded.
His reluctant agreement satisfied you enough to walk away and get the first aid kit to at least clean his wounds and get time for yourself.
Of course, that isn't possible when you have a conscious organism in your body.
You look in the mirror to the contorted version of your face. You've gotten used to the large white eyes and the slits in the place of a mouth that emerged whenever silence wanted to speak without popping out beside you.
"So what's the plan, miss med student?" despite her name, she is very much not silent however her voice is almost whisper like, certain words getting elongated due to her scarce knowledge of English.
Your breath hitched at the time appropriate question, but instead of answering, you close your plump lips tight and search for the first aid kit. "Oh no don't tell me, you don't have a plan, do you?" now at the side of your face large white eyes now closed into disapproving slits; "look, silence I don't know how you can expect me to just-"
Hacking coughs resonated from your living room, suddenly reminding you both you're horribly out of time, silence looks at you one last time before disappearing back into your body, quickly going back to searching for the kit.
...
Miles was doing just as well as anyone would think, overrun with the stinging pain of multiple stab wounds, throbbing bruises, and gaping cut along his stomach; just peachy.
He hates being trapped in a strange house with a girl who claims she is a medical student, but has been sitting behind him this past semester. Unfortunately, he has no choice but to unsuccessfully attempt to slow the bleeding and grip to the bit of consciousness he still possesses.
It's now been a good minute since the girl miles still doesn't trust a bit has gone elsewhere, presumably to get something to help him with or to kill him, hopefully the former rather than the latter.
To miles this feels like hours, an excruciating wait to his unknown fate, but finally a door is heard.
...
By the time you have returned to the couch, mystery boy isn't so mysterious, even with his face littered with various small bruises you can still recognize him as the Morales boy; his father was brutally killed in action not too long ago.
'Well look at that a familiar face, wonder if he realized you're not a med student yet"
you shook your head, trudging forward towards the couch containing the injured boy.
"so how you planning to patch me up, med student ?" the venom in his voice answered the question asked by your built-in in companion. You take a deep thought ful breath as you crouched in front of the dying boy, staring for a little longer than appropriate.
"just um.. Close your eyes, try to relax, and please trust me ok miles?" he gulped down whatever spit he had in his mouth and closed his eyes.
You put your hands on his abdomen, grazing the gaping slit on it "silence" ; before anything happened miles put his head up about to open his eyes to say something, but before he could complain white and orange tendrils enveloped his wounds.
He shot up, eyes open as grunts escaped from his throat due to the unfamiliar and invading feeling.
Once it was over he sat there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "what-what the fuck are you!?" he half hardly sat up and pulled out his back up piece now overrun with energy unlike you who slowly got up to get a cup of water.
"Sorry, not much I can do about the scars.. I'm sure girls will love them though" you spoke too calm for someone with a gun pointed at them. While reaching up for a cup, your senses went hay wire at the tool pointed at you.
"i really don't think you should turn your back on him"
"no matter, thanks to you, I'm basically immortal"
By now, miles was sick of watching you seemingly talk to yourself, "YO ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION FORE I PUT BULLETS IN YOU" ; his outburst only intensified the pulsing headache you had and upset your symbiote, causing you to get nauseous.
"I'll answer your questions, keep the gun if you want, but it won't do you any good." you make your way over to the unsoiled couch and gestured him to take a seat causing him to shake his head "no I'll stand" you nod and take a sip of your cup.
"A couple of years ago" you wanted to start the long story of how you and a symbiote came together to create silence, but... "Get to the fucking chase" miles wasn't having it.
So you decided to let her explain it "silence" and at the call she popped up from your neck, a floating slimy ball of white and orange with white slits for eyes and red ones for a mouth.
"The name's silence, pleased to meet your acquaintance" his eyes wide in disbelief of what he was seeing.
...
What the fuck how did I get in this situation...all I wanted to do was make money for my mom; now I'm in this empty cold ass apartment with a girl too calm for her own good and her...pet?
...
"I know you are confused boy but believe me I don't bite..y/n here won't let me" a sick chuckle left her 'mouth' at her less than funny joke(?). "I can smell your fear boy loosen up y/n was just trying to help even though I told her not to, no hard feelings,”silence was now floating around the girl he now knew as "y/n" if that's her real name, "you can calm down and put the tool down"
"And how-how did you..meet?" he was hesitant in listening to the creature but eventually put his weapon down on the ground;although, refusing to kick it away. "So let me tell you," y/n said now recharged and ready to explain her and silence's story.
(tbh ian coming up wit a long ass backstory for an alr thingy js kno parents were scientists and insane and aint een realize they kid fused with their experiment)
As miles sat there trying to process the insanity he just heard; y/n gets up and walks closer "im not one to make people pay me back for doing stuff for them unannounced," she paused and swallowed hard "but if you could keep this a secret, I'll do anything".
Miles finally looks at her eyes and purses his lips, "anything?" his tone critical and questioning.
Y/n nodded and furrowed her eyebrows ready for whatever conditions he may have, "what do you know about...the prowler?" miles questioned now watching how he worded things incase she turned back on her deal.
...
Your palms were red with the strength in which you squeezed your fists closed after miles gave his perquisite for keeping your secret.
“You want me to be your personal little nurse cuz you wanna run around playing criminal?!”
Miles didn't enjoy you insulting his demands and scoffed, "you either do this or," he paused and picked up his phone,"I air out your secret to the whole school." there was a certain daring tone in his voice, the kind you shouldn't doubt.
"Do you realize how that sounds miles?" you shot back clear disbelief in your voice “‘'meet y/n l/n the freak with the parasite–" silence shoots out of your back "I'm a fucking symbiote chill out" you quickly apologized "– that heals and talks' doesn't that sound like insanity miles?"
He shrugs, clearly willing to take the chance of being viewed as insane by the school for spreading such rumor. Miles knows it's gonna get blown out of proportion and get turned into some sort of std, he knows you have no choice, and he knows you know it too, no matter how much you deny it.
So, against your better judgement, you accept his request and agree to become his personal healer.
On the condition he wont be a stranger at school.
Thus your skewed odd friendship started.
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Non-Combatant Gohan DBZ AU #2
Being a Gohan-centric au, naturally we need a post devoted to the boy himself.
Stay tuned for everything you never knew you needed to know about the normalest boy ever.
Gohan the Normal Boy
Now obviously I'm kidding a little bit, as even the most average of upbringings has its quirks and there's only so much attending public school can iron out. Being half-alien is a notable one. But attended-public-school Gohan has about an OG DB weirdness threshold. He's cool with having a monkey's tail and not being allowed to look at the moon. Having super strength is awkward but not unmanageable. But once you get into the whole "people can fly" thing you start to lose him. He's more open to it than Videl, but only because he knows some people are aliens. Humans flying is a little less believable.
Gohan spent the first seven or so years of his life around Mt. Paozu and the Son family house. Goku was absent for much of this time for a variety of reasons(dead, injured, in outer space) so he was raised mainly by Chichi, who insisted he spend much of his time studying. He likely had a few filler-episode-type adventures, but nothing too intense. Chichi's protectiveness kept him near the house most of the time. So our boy never quite outgrows the timidness of childhood, though he has learned to cope rather well by his teens.
In the pre-Android saga, Chichi and Goku separate. Gohan and his mother move closer to the city after several disagreements he doesn't know are about him. Chichi is determined to keep her son safe, which means Gohan has a mostly abstract idea of who his father is until the Cell Games are broadcast that fateful day. She can't keep him from seeing it, indeed it was on every channel, so while the world cheers on Mr. Satan, Chichi prays for her husband's safety, and finally tells her son about his heritage. A fire is lit that day, though it escapes the notice of both for years.
Gohan attends elementary, middle and high school as most children do. He has friends, playmates, tutors, and though he doesn't play sports, he does join a variety of clubs(colleges love extracurriculars). In high school he participates in some academic-decathlon-type competition, and befriends a boy called Suki(more on him later). I'd say the biggest difference between canon Gohan and this AU is that he grows up with friends. Friends, normal humans who accept their shy, nerdy buddy who just happens to have a tail. He is acquainted with Videl, but they have little in common, and she seems out of his league. It's pure luck that they share a homeroom class, so Gohan gets a free ticket to the 25th World Martial Arts Tournament. Chichi doesn't want him to go. This is Gohan's first time openly defying his mother, and he does it because he just might get to see his dad again.
Still with me? Let's get into normal boy's problems.
Gohan was born with above-average potential. This is canon. He displays enough of a glimmer of this potential in DBZ that Vegeta and Nappa have a brief chat about Saiyan/Earthling hybrids while on their way to Earth. In canon Gohan received training which allowed him to make use of this strength. In this AU he received nothing of the sort. This results in the incredibly stressful situation of being unable to control his superhuman strength effectively. He tries, and has mostly succeeded over the years, but every once in a while he slips up and breaks something. Issues like those are becoming more common as Gohan enters his teens. Try as he might to suppress it, his strength only grows, and now it even outpaces his body's ability to adapt. Chichi knows but she can't help, and doesn't want to admit she was wrong to keep him from Goku. With no recourse left, Gohan knows he has to go behind his mother's back to get help from the one person he knows will understand.
That's how the anxious beanpole of a half-Saiyan(yes he's tall and skinny in this I have headcanons) ends up searching the crowd at the 25th World Martial Arts Tournament for his dad he hasn't seen for nine years. Somehow Goku finds him first and, well, I'll save that story for another time.
Thank you as always to my readers.
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*runs into your inbox chanting* sterek! Sterek! Are you working on a sterek fic? What are you favorite sterek tropes? Anything else you want to talk about around sterek?? Sending you love today!!
Thank you, anon! Today has been … a lot and I’m trying my best to distract myself while also learning what my next steps are personally and for my local/state government.
I am working on a sterek fic! It’s going to be one where Stiles is a Spark but doesn’t know it/his powers don’t activate until an near death experience. There are some hunters (maybe the Argents or the Calaveras? idk yet) that are headed toward Beacon Hills.
For Stiles’ and the entire Hale Pack’s safety (there’s no Hale fire so everyone is alive and Peter is a snarky but smart guy) Derek takes Stiles’ memories and knowledge of the supernatural away. The core group is in college and this all happens over winter break.
The rest is yet to be determined/written!
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Lecture Diary 2
So for this week, we talked about different ways people have reinvented old tech to make better and more sustainable tech. From using VR to create 3D Models to Hydroelectric power reinventing already existing tech is one of the best ways for us to progress while also reducing and recycling products so we can use less and be better for our planet. Something we talked about was 3D printers and the filaments that are used for them now there’s no sure-fire way to deal with the the plastic issue since once you make something with a 3D printer you really can’t recycle it at all after that. But, there is a way to turn bottles marked with a 1; PET bottles (Polyethylene Terephthalate plastic bottles) into 3D printer Filament. It’s one of the best materials for 3D prints that you need to be really strong. How the process works is that you first need to find PET plastic, It’s the one that’s marked with the number one and it’s also one of the most recyclable plastics out there. Then you cut it into a strip now first you want to start with scissors but then you can put it through a special type of cutting tool that will cut the bottle for you as you simply pull it through and wind it onto a spool.
After you have it on a spool you can start pulling it through the filament machine with pliers till it is long enough to reach the larger filament spool. Then you simply attach it to the spool and let the machine run.
I really like the thought of reusing plastic since it is one of the main contributors to the pollution problem facing our world. It’s in our best interest to try and reduce the amount of plastics used and to recycle the ones currently being used. And I think this is a step in the right direction!
Also, one other thing we talked about in class that I wanna go off on before the other parts of this post, Kniterate; is a machine that you can use to make your own fabrics. I would love to use this machine and get to know its full potential.
BUT AIN’T NO WAY I AM GONNA PAY £15,999.00 FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS.
It’s a great product but, I am a poor college student T^T so no experimenting with fabric printers and PET bottles in the near future that’s for sure.
In other news
We also had homework to read and take notes on an essay called “Anatomy of AI System”. I think this was an interesting read and that it was a bit eye-opening on the process of how things like Alexa’s and Google Home systems are made. I also really like that it mentioned the folk tales of the place of origin for Lithium that was pretty cool. Something else of note is that in the essay it is pointed out that we are still training AI with stereotypical actions such as men kicking and being violent and women caring for children. So it’s safe to say that AI is still pretty biased in its view of the world but that’s only because we as humans and creators have yet to teach the opposite of that.
I think when it comes down to it my argument on AI is this, as it stands AI is a tool that we as humans can use to better not only our understanding of the world but of ourselves. We can sit there and get mad about AI all we want.
I have heard people say time and time again tirelessly that AI is going to take over creative jobs and ruin the art world. And while yes things are going to change and the art world will never be the same now that AI is around we aren’t going to lose our jobs to it. If anything AI can be used to make our jobs simpler and faster. The thing that I think of constantly is just how long it takes for me to get a reference image for a position I am trying to draw a character in. By myself with my talent, years of practice, years of studying human anatomy/forms, a four-year art degree under my belt, and the understanding of proper sketching techniques; all of this and I still at times just can’t get the pose the way I see it in my mind. So I use the other tools at my disposal, I try to mimic the pose myself, I go online for hours and try to find a reference image of a pose that is even slightly similar, and I even commission models hoping they can give me the reference that I need. But that’s if you can commission people that’s IF they can even produce the pose you’re looking for. Sometimes you’re S.O.L. and have no other choice at your disposal. Do you know what would have helped from the very beginning? Having a reference image
Close enough to the pose and an AI to make the person slightly in whatever direction you need to get exactly what you’re looking for. Yes AI is very good at making its OWN art and YES people are going to use it for nefarious reasons but, it will be much more useful to us if we let it progress with our art forms. I think AI is going to be a very useful thing as we continue on. I mean it’s already here after all… what other choice do we have other than complain about it?
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How Safe is Renault Kiger – Global Safety Rating
When I was a teenager, about two decades ago, I remember the only aspect I looked at in a vehicle was its exterior design and tyre size. And yes, firing, as we used to call it back then! After all, those were school and college days. We loved everything that excited us.
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Electric Lorry Emergency Situation Management
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Bend the Knee: Kyoya x Reader
Thanks @ouranbound for the idea <3
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“I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present."
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Sometimes Kyoya's betrothed needs help adjusting from their commoner life to one of splendor.
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Kyoya Ootori x gn! Reader
Genre: Fluff, established relationship, arranged marriage, Commoner! Reader
Warnings: None
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“Quit.”
“What?”
“Quit. You complain about that job every night, so just resign.”
You sit up on the couch, gasping to even begin to make the young heir understand how preposterous his words were. He barely even noticed, just kept his eyes glued to his novel as you were having a crisis. Just another normal Tuesday in this household. “I can’t quit just like that, without two weeks’ notice.”
“The other employees did.”
“But I’m their best,” you scramble, “I can’t bail while they’re still looking for two more people.”
Kyoya scoffed, licking his fingertip and turning a page. “Is that how they treat their best? Overworked and underpaid? They don’t sound like very good bosses to me.”
“It’s not that, it’s…”
It was that. It was exactly that, which made his smug smile all the more frustrating, igniting that fire under your nails to just punch his lights out. But then you’d have to admit it’s bothering you, and he would win, and even though you were engaged to marry this man, you just couldn’t have that.
You ran your hands through your hair, dropping back down onto the couch. His office futon wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, perhaps to discourage relaxation during work hours, but it’s what you dealt with in order to spend time with him in the evenings, a change you would certainly implement once your name was on the deed and in the will--a revamp of his working space was imperative.
But you supposed you couldn’t complain. It was your little life together, where he manages a multi-billion dollar empire and you whine about your job, where he pretends to not pay attention while you spill your guts. What was the sense in commenting when he knew you wouldn’t take his advice?
“I’ve worked hard for this position,” you settle on, closing your eyes and letting your brain do the work. “I’ve climbed the ladder and gotten promotions and I used to feel so important, and it isn’t my dream job, sure, but I’ve enjoyed the process.”
“Then it’s time to move on to something different,” he suggests, and his tone is softer than usual, though still careful to sound detached. “You know I have more than enough money to provide for you and our family someday. Is that not enough?”
You open your eyes when the voice sounds closer, right above you, and you see him kneeling down beside you on the couch. You start to sit up, but he pushes you back down, helping you stretch out your spine, shake out the stresses in your limbs. And when he takes your hand, drawing his long fingers over the arch of your wrist and against your palm, you were startled to see him at eye-level.
Kyoya Ootori bent his knee to no one except you, and only once, when he slipped that pretty gold ring on your finger. But here where you lay, your faces were on the same level, and you felt like an equal.
“The world I come from isn’t black and white, Kyoya,” you say, as he strokes the back of your knuckles. Such tenderness was seldom seen from him, but you revel in it, grasp onto it with dirty fists and brazen recklessness. To have him so attentive to your needs and listening to you was rare. It was a privilege, a standard you would soon be held to, as well. “To be just...launched into fame because my dad won the lottery is hard, I still need to adjust. It can all be gone in a second, so I can’t just drop something. I can’t...sever the safety net. They need me to keep the place afloat, and even as tough as it has been, I can’t leave on such bad terms. They need me. Just for a little bit longer.”
He sighs your name like the afterthought of a prayer, settling his other hand beside you on the couch. His fingers dig into every indentation, as if joining your discovery of its stiff cushions. The sheen in his glasses signaled he’d look into it, but there were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.
He remained silent, odd for a man with all the answers, but he continued to look at you, not like he was trying to drill a hole through your head, but like you were a puzzle he was just beginning to figure out.
“Have I really been so absent, my love?” he whispered, raising his hand to your face. One finger stroked along your cheek, slowly, lulling you into peace. “I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present. Please, forgive me.”
All of the air was knocked out of your chest as his gentle words, so soft that you almost didn’t recognize him. When your parents betrothed you, and when you fell in love with him, agreed to marry him, even, you knew that he would always be an Ootori, with every string attached. You were ready for the challenge, ready to be with this man no matter what--but his sudden kindness was unexpected, the poetic words unfamiliar in your ears.
“Kyo, you think I wouldn’t forgive you?” you ask, taking off his glasses.
He let you, and when you set them on the nearby stand, his dark eyes glittered with something you had never seen before. Deeper than love, deeper than compassion, a feral protectiveness mixed with sadness skating across his face. It was so rare you saw him without this shield of his, you had almost forgotten how his eyes were like galaxies, like the murky night sky, expansive, swallowing everything in its path.
“If I had been suffering so, I wouldn’t forgive my partner had they not noticed,” he said.
“I’m not suffering...”
“Mmm-mm.” He shuttered your lips closed with his finger, and you couldn’t help but return the affection and press a kiss to it. He smiled, softly, and you thought about how long it had been since you had seen that smile, and how long it had been since he’s seen yours, too.
“I know I’m not the best at expressing my feelings,” he said, and when you snorted, he rolled his eyes and leaned away. “See, this is exactly why.”
You leaned up and kissed his cheek, giggling. The feeling was foreign in the pit of your chest, drumming near your spine. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”
“Thank you.” He cleared his throat, softly wiping where you had kissed him, a repetitive, soothing motion. “I’m not the best at expressing my feelings. I’ve been raised to think that if you throw money at something, it will go away. It’s a powerful position to hold, knowing you can change everyone’s fates on a whim, but…” he swallowed, breaking eye contact, and you felt his energy shift into something vulnerable. “But you changed that. You make me feel...you make me feel. And at first I didn’t like it. I loved you, but I didn’t like what you did to me. I didn’t like how you made my world shift off-balance, until I realized my world was no longer my family’s company or stocks or what other stiffs thought of me. It was you.”
You tried to lean up and kiss him, but he grabbed your hands and held them in his own. “Please, let me finish, I want...I want you to know. We’ve been betrothed for so long, but I’d like to think we were only truly engaged when I bowed to you with that ring.”
“Okay,” you breathed, shallowly, taking it in, squeezing his hands to help him along.
“Because that took everything in me,” he continued, and his voice shook, his hands shook, and all you wanted was to gather him in your arms and hold him till he relaxed. “I was raised as a superior, but I’m not. Not with you. You are my equal, and I love you, and there’s no future with us if I can’t look beyond my own problems to see yours.”
Your stomach quelled in light of his confession. The life of luxury and fame you had so recently come to know was a blur compared to his childhood swathed in privilege. Only six years ago you were waiting tables to save up for college when your dad bought a lottery ticket for the hell of it. Now you were attending charity balls and engaged to the son of the richest man on earth.
He took a shaky breath and kissed your forehead, seeming to only find the courage once his lips met your skin.
“I notice. I swear I do,” he said. “I tried to act disinterested when you vent to me because it was a protection, it was a way to stay cold, because that was all I ever saw from my mother and father. They were separate people who happened to live in the same house. That’s not us. I’m not my father. I swear I notice. I notice your tired eyes and your tense shoulders and your fake smile and I want to fix it, but I don’t know how, so I clam up. I shut down. And I’m sorry. I truly am, my darling. I don’t know how you put up with me.”
It was an absolute miracle that you could even breathe at the end of his speech, panting almost as heavily as he was. And when you leaned forward to kiss him, this time he didn’t object, but pulled you even closer, shrouding your body with his, his sharp scent overwhelming your senses, clouding the air around you, even when there was no distance between you. His mouth was hot with passion, yet reserved, and though it wasn’t the first time you kissed, it was the first time you thought he meant it when he told you he loved you.
“Kyoya, I love you,” you whisper against his lips. “I have for so long. I wouldn’t have stayed with you if I didn’t, no matter what our parents said.” He laughed, nipping your bottom lip lightly. “And I don’t want you to change for me. You’re under so much pressure, I understand why you act like you do. But our home isn’t Wall Street. My heart isn’t some business bargaining chip. You don’t need to fight your nature to love me. It’s one and the same.” One of his tears splashes down onto your face. “So just see me. Love me. Choose to be vulnerable. I promise it won’t scare me off.”
“I will. I promise.”
He kissed you again, burning his brand against your tongue, hard like a handshake to know he meant it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, like you were breathing the same air, using the same lungs, the same heart beating in tandem.
When you let go, his forehead remained pressed against yours. His eyes were slightly open, watching you, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. He was so soft, like this. You wanted to hold him forever.
“Come to bed with me,” you whisper, trailing a hand through his hair. “I just want to spend time with you.”
He kissed your forehead, rubbing his nose against yours in compliance. “I’ll spend all the time in the world with you, beloved,” he sighed, capturing your lips once more. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
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The Magic Student in the Magicless College (Prologue 1)
This is the changing up of plot, with some parallels to the normal TWST story line! This is the prologue. ^^
☘︎☘︎***TAG IS LABELLED AS TWST AU MAGICLESS NRC
☘︎Note: I will use Yuu instead of Y/N and/or MC, cussing a little-
☘︎LINKS:
Prologue 2, 3, 4, 5
Headcanons / Small thoughts: 1
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Blighted light, raging fires, all Yuu could remember was brushing off the faint crisp end of their robe sleeves, the ceremony ruined by a furry devil’s advocate that was smug and haughty.
Gritting their teeth, they swerve it directly into a wall.
A wall with a black mirror.
“Yuu!” their friend cried, hand extending as if to try and stop their impulsive companion. Grim, the beast of the goose chase, jumped straight in much to his horror, and Yuu blinded with anger and frustration went after him.
The mirror shattered.
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Running tap water filling the quiet noise of the male cubical, a boy with red hair looked into the mirror and checked if his attire was appropriate before the orientation of his college began, eyes shimmering with hopes and aspirations of his new life and chapter in the most prestigious all boy’s college: Night Raven College.
He just hope the headmaster puts him in a good dormitory.
Feeling fresh and crisp, the boy readied his bag, looked at the small map planning on a small, slight worn piece of paper and was about to get out to the Assembly Hall.
CRACK!
“Huh?”
He yelled in shock, falling to the ground as he saw an incredulous sight of a teen in occult looking robes, holding a pen with a carved gemstone as a... cat(?) breathing fiery blue fire on a standstill.
“HALT YOU FOUL BEAST!”
“Quit chasing me already! Can’t you see where we are ?!” the cat (?) screeched, blasting out hot, blue plasma from its mouth in the crammed space of the cubical. Yuu blasted back their own counter magic, blue sparks of flames ignited, heating up the space with significant hot temperatures.
“W-WHAT THE HELL?!” the gingerhead yelped, backing away from the scene in front of him. Pale and sweaty, his back leaned against the wall, he was lucky he was approaching the exit as he ran out, hoping that whatever god is up there will protect him as he ran to find a teacher, staff, just any adult by that point.
“CURSES!” he heard from the distance. The shadowy figures cast on the wall showed the familiar shapes of the two fighting souls, his heart thumped faster as he ran.
“ARE THEY CHASING ME?! WHAT THE FU--” Ace ran as far as he could, cursing how big his new college is.
Almost there!
As the poor boy finally reached the doors, he scanned the area hastily for the headmaster, the guy he saw wore sunglasses earlier in the day.
“Head-!”
A roar of hot fire blasted from the left, the redhead ducked down (quite comically-) as he saw the robed person and fire breathing beast near. The rest of the students who were already anxious from a straight line to disorderly manners of peering at the door.
“What is going on behind..?”
FWOOSH!
Grim was pulsed towards the wall, as Yuu on their broom and aimed their magic pen at the beast looked dead serious, almost muderous.
Of course, everyone lost their shit.
“EVERYONE, REMAIN CALM! CALM I SAY!!” a smaller boy with smooth red hair hollered at the students, frustrated by the manner of his row of freshmen and seniors.
The ginger made a beeline to the side of the door, hoping his safety would have better chances for his survival. A boy with blue hair also ducked in the same area as him, looking just as scared and confused as he was.
“W-what’s going on?!”
“You won’t believe me when I tell you!”
“W-what?!”
“They literally busted out from the mirror and that cat thing started breathing fire, and crazy shit, and- like- I don’t know what the hell happened in the toilet but they were fighting like crazy! I just ran the hell out!”
“Well I’ll believe you since there is a crazy cat breathing fire in front of us!”
They covered their heads as another propelling force of mysterious energy blasted through the hall, many students leaving through the evacuation staircase that the two boys were far away from.
“I can’t believe I’m gonna die on the first day of college..” the ginger mumbled as he seemed to lose all hope when faced with the blue wall of the blaze.
“It was nice knowing you..?” the boy with blue hair panted as he looked at the scene.
“Ace!” the ginger replied. “And you?”
“Deuce! Deuce Spade,” the blue haired replied back.
“Right, it’s Ace Trappola! Nice knowing you, Deuce!”
“You too, Ace!”
As the two boy embraced their potential deaths, the fire abruptly dissipated, the heat no longer gone as they looked up with astonishment.
“W-what?!”
“T-The fire is...”
There stood the robed soul, standing in victory as they panted after much effort of taking the beast down who laid unconscious as if it was sleeping. They looked towards the two boys who were flushed against the door for protection.
Yuu frowned.
“You two look pathetic.”
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Concluded for the first part of the Prologue! Stay tuned for more! ^^
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This is not only a funfair ride suitable for young and old, it also makes a brilliant backdrop for wedding or promotional photos.
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History Of The Carousel
The original funfair rides were small merry go rounds, usually powered by either the operator himself (or probably a selection of children) or as things progressed, a mule or donkey.
A farm engineer by the name of Frederick Savage in 1868, invented a method of powering a funfair ride via a horizontally mounted steam engine in the centre.
This allowed for much larger rides carrying greater numbers of passengers to be created. Indeed in a short time period, many of the huge ornate carousels began to populate events up and down the country. The carousel pictured above, still has its original steam engine in place, though it is no longer usable.
Eventually steam gave way to the new fangled elastic trickery stuff, more commonly known as electricity, and rides gradually switched over to this cleaner power source.WHERE CAN I HIRE A VICTORIAN CAROUSEL NEAR ME;
We can supply all of your carousel needs throughout the U.K.
HOW OLD ARE THE RIDES;
They range from original Victorian examples through to new replicas made with modern techniques.
WHAT AGE ARE THEY SUITABLE FOR;
Older children through to adults. Smaller kids can ride with their parents.
Hire funfair carousel fairground rides throughout the U.K., including London, Scotland, The Midlands, The North East, Lancashire and Yorkshire, perfect for college events, military functions, weddings, parties, corporate functions, private hire, corporate events, exhibitions and company fun days. Hire Dodgems, Waltzers, And Helter Skelters to complement you carousel.
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