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thesharktanksdriver · 6 months

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Determination! (Platonic)

Warning for this chapter: fisher tigers part is much more serious. It’s talks of slavery and while it isnt too graphic it does included a lot of mature themes. If that makes you uncomfortable please skip over it

You find that your dreams are very disjointed

Granted, you normally don’t dream at all

It’s typically just empty blackness as you fall into unconsciousness and then back into the waking world

But when you do have a dream every once in a blue moon

It’s…odd

Even for Dream standards you think their somewhat odd

The voices of those long past that you’d met cheering you on

Flashes of multicoloured sparks

The endless expanse of space as you stare at a star

It’s an old one, a dying one

Your not sure how you know that information yet you do

And you watch it die with sparkling eyes

It implodes on itself

Creating a massive explosion of light and energy that dispersed throughout the galaxy

Bright white light shattering into every colour imaginable into the void of space

The energy going in every corner of the universe

A supernova

Your not sure how you know that word but it comes into your mind

Perhaps it hasn’t even been invented yet because you know for a fact that knowledge on stars was vastly limited

Yet that doesn’t stop you from knowing knowledge you never knew before

You reach out towards the remnants of the dead star in a trance

The cheers of the dead yelling “stay determined!”

You open your mouth to eat the star shards

And then you wake up

How curious

Sun Pirates

In your time adrift at the endless sea you had come across many people of many races

Humans, odd winged people, mermaids, devil fruit users, marines and pirates

So it doesn’t come as a surprise when you come across a group of fishmen sailing the sea

They all look over deck at you with a mixture of expressions

Some worry, others pity and some with conflict

But as they all watch a Fishman with rose red skin, a tattoo of a sun on his chest and black hair tied back with a bandanna

He ushers them aside to look Down at you from what you assume to be his ship

“Hi! Do any of you know what part of the sea I’m in?. I think it’s the north blue? But I’m not sure. You’d think with the amount of time I’ve been afloat I’d be able to tell but-“

“Kid are you alone?!”

“Do you see anyone else on this ship?”

You don’t have much of a choice before your brought upon their ship

To their surprise though your not scared?

In fact you seem rather amused at the predicament your in

One that would usually leave normal people scared shitless

But it’s easy for the entire crew to tell your not a normal kid

Especially as you seem to find interest in what type of marine animals each member is

Even more so when you ask about how the capabilities/features of said marine animal

It’s…odd how knowledgeable you are despite your young age

And when they ask about it you just say “I know from experiences on the sea”

Like the fuck is that supposed to mean when your talking about the dangerous venom of the stonefish

They are worried

Like real worried

Some are still off put by the fact your a human but with how your talking the mixture of shock and concern overpower it

God they never thought they’d be fretting over a human but when you talk in visceral odd detail about how sharks occasionally eat people when desperate or confusing them for other prey

It’s a bit freaky

Doesn’t help that it’s oddly specific which makes it seem much more personal

And how you explain all these facts with a completely wide smile not noticing how their all horrified

Their captain Fisher tiger is especially worried when he questions you about how you ended up alone at sea in the first place

He keeps pressing you on the matter but always gets the same response of “I set out to sea and haven’t looked back” and “I’m not sure if my island exists anymore. It’s not like anyone would remember me, I’ve been gone for such a long time”

That implies so much and at the same time is very vague

This poor man is a few migraines away from bashing his head against a wall

But other than that and the worry he finds you to be an interesting kid

While watching you interact with his crew he notices that you treat them all as regular people

You don’t make snide comments nor do you go off of stereotypes to categorize them

Instead you see them as their own individual people

People who were owed respect no matter their race or appearance

And even when a few aren’t exactly the most friendly towards you your respect

Giving them space as you see their uncomfortable

For a kid your emotionally aware in a way that even most adults can’t compare

You can tell if someone has deep rooted trauma and don’t push the subject

Going out of your way not to bring up bad memories associated with humans if your presence did so

There were seemingly no bad feelings about it either

Just pure understanding in your eyes from possible personal experience

Even when he harbours hate for you it’s brushed off as seemingly nothing personal

When your not conversing your quietly helping around

Somehow knowing how to raise the sails and properly clean the deck

Never telling anyone of your deeds and just doing them to help out

It’s clear by how organic it is for you that your used to doing it

Yet your own …”ship” is something more akin to a poorly put together raft

Everything about you is odd

And for a long while he isn’t sure if that’s good or bad

Fisher is a man haunted by the actions inflicted upon him

A shared trauma among all his people from humans

He does not discriminate when rescuing slaves but he still has his own afflictions towards humans

The actions of them still on his skin and baring his soul

Yet he allows you on his ship despite it

Because he knows your a child

Someone who had not harmed him nor his people

Someone who’s innocent to the horrors of the world

To the harm done by your race

He grapples with his own hated for you because of something you cannot pick

He feels guilty and horrible for it

Yet the look in your eyes says that you understand him somehow

And that makes him feel worse

A child should not understand hatred from others

Let alone understand why he feels hatred towards them

And then also accept it with such empathy

it hurts

he's reminded of the guards who used to sneer at him for being who he was

you feel no sadness due to his gaze

only kindness as you do your best to avoid him

in some sense you understand why he gazes at you that way

you can't blame him, not when you yourself had been victim of the abuse of your own kind

looked down upon as dirt

seen as lesser

what hurts worse though is that you can't solely blame one group like he and some of his men can do

your human and your hurt by other humans

maybe it's worse in some aspects

it's why you give an understanding look in your eyes despite his occasional glare

Jinbe is perhaps the one you spend the most time with on the ship other than Hatchan

There is apprehension at first but what follows after a short period of time is kindness

Your just a kid

One not guilty for the crimes of others

He can’t blame someone’s actions on you

Especially when your nothing but respectful to them all despite their hesitation due to your race

He reminds you of a gentle giant which is fitting with what marine animal he’s acquainted to

Most times spent with him are ones where he listens to your words

Finding interest and intrigue in your stories and facts of the sea

It seems far fetched a child experienced all this but the look in your eyes says it’s true

The small mementos that hang on your form like hand woven bracelets, necklaces of shells and shark teeth, a coat befit for a captain hanging on your shoulders and bandana tied around your forehead to keep your hair tangled with pearls back

Their all signs that somehow your tales are true

As amazing and horrifying as they seem their true

And it leaves him feeling anxious

Your a good kid

Maybe one of the best he’s met so far and seeing the wear and tear on you hits him hard

You put up a smile and bare through whatever someone throws your way

Never once speaking back unless your standing up for someone besides yourself

It’s admirable but he sees how it has worn you down

Once upon a time he can imagine you smiling out of actual joy

And now it’s a mechanism for you to write off your pain

Your selfless to a fault

And on the sea people take advantage of that

But perhaps you already experienced that

And it leaves Jinbe’s stomach swirling with unease

He frets over you like a mother hen when you throw all regard for safety away and when you get something simple like a paper cut cause he knows either way you won’t care to tend to your own wounds

He honestly at the point wonders if this is what being a mother feels like

But he can’t contemplate that long cause Arlong is being a dick once again

Tension with him was high before but now Jinbe has half the mind to knock him square in the jaw if he kicks you again

And now he has half the mind to shake some sense into you when you walk it off

God he needs some sort of therapist cause he does not know how to help you beyond being protective and patching you up

It’s obvious that your hurt beyond repair on the inside

The times he’s found you just simply staring off towards the sea with a dead look in your eyes is a testament to that

A call of longing in long gone innocent eyes that still retain kindness despite it all

In those moments he just sits by your side and holds you

You grasp him like a lifeline

Something anchoring you down to reality as your mind makes you remember

He tells stories of fishmen island to distract you

He noticed though that when he tells of the promise to fishmen island from joyboy something in your eyes light up

Sparkles of light within them that dance but then fizzle away after a moment along with a shiver gliding down his back for some reason

He writes it off though

Just going back to his tales

It’s under yet another moon lit night you end up staring out at sea again

Memories of the past swirling in your mind like a hurricane

You can’t help it

Not after being reminded of one life you particularly didn’t like

You didn’t mean to overhear Fisher and Jinbe but it just happened

The captain of the crew talking about his time as a slave

The horror inflicted upon him at the hands of humans

You just keep staring out at the water

Burying yourself deeper into your subconscious trying to escape

But you can’t

Too distracted by the memories that you don’t even notice the two coming out the captains quarters to find you

Vacantly staring out at sea

Your staring out at the water

A deep empty stare

Darkness swirling in your irises

Occasionally you twitch, a jolt of imaginary pain burning your back once more

You sometimes still feel the pain of the brand that luckily now doesn’t haunt your skin

You hadn’t felt it in a long while until you realized after hearing him talk the tattoo of the sun on him was his brand covered up

It served as some sort of trigger

The memories came flooding back

The pain

The torture

The screams

The death

The rot

The overwhelming plea for death in a hell that became a limbo realm

Your hands trace the symbol on the wood lightly

Every couple of months (or maybe years? Your not sure) these thoughts and memories came up

It’s a normal cycle for you

Yet now they hit harder after seeing his tattoo

Cause it makes you think of them

Of the 3 sisters, the names of you never got as your mind makes the effort to forget what you experienced

Up until now you always had the worry of forgetting

You had been alive for a long time

so much so that your memories are inconsistent and blur together

Yet your time as a slave is something clear in your head that you wish erase

To wipe clean from your mind and bury

Yet you can’t will yourself to forget them

Because of those 3 girls you’d befriended over scraps of dry bread

Of the shared pain that was all understood from the four of you

Crying silently together while huddled in the dark

Cleaning one another’s bruises

The eldest girl of the bunch holding you one night when noticing your shivering form, the other two following in the action of huddling around you

A budding friendship formed from barely any words but silent understanding and conversations though looks

You can’t abandon their memory even if it’s attached to other ones you wished to bleach from your mind

It’s there staring into the darkened water you mutter 2 words that had been erased from your mind out of fear

“Celestial dragons”

The words are spat out like a curse yet your tone is full of emptiness

It’s something only someone affected by them could say in such a tone

Perhaps that’s why Fisher now looks at you with realization

“You…you were one too?”

“Yeah, it…I think it was a couple years back, I’m not sure though. The passage of time is hard for me to notice anymore, it all blurs together. Hell I can barely remember my life before the sea, I know I had parents and then they died but…I can’t remember their faces. Anyways, I was captured and sold, ended up in some dungeon.” For a moment you pause going over your memories as you pinch your chin in thought, the way you speak about it is nonchalant yet holds a lot of untold weight “it’s a blur of pain, I remember it specifically on my back. I try to limit how clear it is cause I don’t specifically like remembering it. There were these 3 girls though, sisters who all ended up in the same cell as me. We found kinship in our situation, I gave them the scraps of food I got since they needed it more than me.”

“Do you know what happened to them?” At hearing this you turn to Jinbe, a solemn expression crossing your face as an answer

“Not sure. I…like to hope that their ok, that they found their way back home” your tone is anything but hopeful, cracking with gloom that’s evident in your eyes “but hoping is all I can do. I wished for death when I was there, hoping they’d just finish me off so I could move on. At some point though I began to hope, those 3 girls needed someone there for them and I hoped I could remain just for them”

“Why’d you escape then?”

“I didn’t have choice.”

“What do you mean? That doesn’t really make sense”

They watch as an odd look forms in your eyes

They sparkle with unknown mystery

Something old and sentimental

Something ancient despite the young face you have

“Can you keep a secret?”

They look at one another for a moment

A silent conversation between the two

Jinbe is the one who nods first, your gaze then shifting to Fisher who takes a moment to look at you

He never noticed it till now but your eyes have something about them that…seems inhuman

For a second he swears he even sees stars sparkle in them

Great big shining stars that light the night sky’s and allow sailors to navigate the treacherous seas they love and call home

Stars that when he looks at reminds him of his freedom

Of not staring at the ceiling of a cage

Stars he wished to grasp at back in the days he wore shackles

Stars that for some reason now seemed to shine brighter, as if mirroring your resolve

He nods, watching a moment of vulnerability shine through eyes that look blank for a child

Eyes that have seen horrors

Eyes that had lost their twinkle of innocence yet still retain childlike charm in viewing the world

Eyes that sparkle of something ancient and old, residing in the depths of your irises like a great deity in the void of the night sky

“Have you heard about a star that never dies?” And so you begin your tale

By the time your done your tale they both sit there in silence

A deafening and choking silence that grips at you like the old collar of rusting steel or ball and chain that used to be attached to your leg

A sign of having your freedom weighed down

Locked away

You had once tried to break that leg but the girls stopped you

The eldest of them crying for you to stop

So you did

You watch them both stay in silence

And then see the tears line their eyes

And then they crumble like a cracked heart

Jinbe falling first as he grips you

Strong and battle-worn hands now soft and gentle

Afraid that you’d fade away

Afraid what would happen if he let go

It’s what you expected from him

But then You look to Fisher and find him in a similar state much to your surprise, if not he might be even worse than how Jinbe is handling what you told

Pure grief in his eyes

Regret

Pain

Solidarity

Familiarity

And most of all empathy

It pours out from him like his tears

Like a waterfall with never ending raging water crashing down onto the rocks

it’s loud and passionate

Covers up the internal screams of the past latching back onto him, into the lingering scars

Stinging Pain sinking back into those same spots like the angry gnashing claws of a beast

He’s hurting

But so are you

Your hurting together through shared experiences and ones he could never wish to experience

Jinbe holds you for a long while

Time melts away as do the phantom pains of those long past days

You hold him back

The soft material of his yukata pulling you in even further

Warmth

Comfort

Understanding

And your unspoken words of ‘thank you’ to his of ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’

You let time melt away a little more as they find themselves once more

“Why did you tell us this?” Fisher asks this with tears still falling down his face. Jinbe holds you close, webbed hand behind your head as he pulls you closer. You hear the waves lapping at the boat and the beats of his heart, it thumps like a drum. Rhythmically helping your equally torn apart emotions.

“I heard you talking about your experience. I thought it’s fair that I do the same” it’s said in such a simple manner that it makes the two fishmen reel back in shock for the third time in a night. It’s said in such sincerity and innocence, as if that was something normal “an equal exchange,If you will”

The crew watch on in confusion the next morning at the expression of thinking Fisher has on his face

Along with the clear signs of crying that Jinbe and him hold

People push but neither say a word

They say it isn’t their story to tell as their eyes trail back to you sitting with Hatchan

Playing a game innocently

Obliviously

Like a regular kid

Most don’t push after their captains grim expression

The look in his eyes

Some keep their curiosity to a low lit flame yet don’t get anywhere on the account they can’t get you to spill anything and Jinbe doesn’t exactly like them being nosey

So it eventually fizzles out

Things back back to normal

You tell your tales

Show them games they’d never played

You in turn learn more about fishman and mermaid society

But then you leave just as abruptly as you appeared

It’s weird to say but at a diner with them all as shanties are sung you just randomly say that soon you’ll be leaving

And despite how most of them hate to admit it

They didn’t want you to go

Hatchan is comically crying as a few others stubbornly argue against it

That it’s dangerous and you could get yourself killed

They look to Fisher and Jinbe who had been more observant of you as of late (if that’s even more humanly possible for Jinbe)

But their met with a reaction none had thought would happen

They object

They say it’s your choice and they can’t shackle you here

The sea was your home

And so the decision for your leave was cemented

In the days leading up to it you spend time with most the crew

But they all notice that at night you and their captain look out to the sky at night

Silence conversations happening through mere looks

pure understanding

Just pure solemn understanding

None make comments on it if they see it

Don’t mention it and forget it ever happened out of respect for both parties

And when the time comes to leave they all watch (some crying even) while waving goodbye

You promise them you’d meet again

“You’ll all be at sea right? Then that means you’ll definitely see me again someday! Wait and see! Grasp your freedom strong and tight, never take it forgranted”

Fisher watches and waves as you drift off into the distance, he holds a gentle smile

He hopes he’d meet you again

Hopes that perhaps you’d somehow end up on fishman island and talk to his people

As much as he thought Otohime’s talks of humans and fishmen working together in harmony were a naive and impossible dream

Perhaps if there were more humans like you it could work

And maybe

Just maybe

It would help both sides see that in the end neither were that different from one another

In your words on the silent night before you left “we both bleed, we feel and in the end we both have the same fates don’t we?. At heart no matter if your fishman, mermaid, human or anything else we experience the same gifts of life. We are all equal in the fact we are born on this earth and die here, and with that comes the desire for freedom and the pursuit of happiness”

He and his crew still have a lot to grapple with on the road to change

But you helped them start the first steps in overcoming the hate for your kind

A young immortal human child who had seen horrors upon horrors

Inflicted by their own kind that they will never stop loving with all their heart

Because you believe that inherently almost every sentient creature is born with kindness in them. It’s the world that corrupts it

When they are asked to take a former slave girl back to her hometown he does not have any hesitation to do so

He hopes that this is the next step in overcoming his hatred

Mihawk

Mihawk thought he was going to have a nice and relaxing day

His morning had been going great, a nice glass of red wine before he trained, a good breakfast

And then when he went outside of his castle there he finds is a young child looking around confused

….god damn it

So yeah, you died and just randomly appeared on the island that houses the greatest swordsman currently in the world

Not exactly your first choice but it wasn’t the worse

Well wasn’t bad instil the swordsman himself shows up looking as confused as you were

Yeah seems like you have some explaining to do

And dying or running away wouldn’t exactly help with the endeavour either since he seems intent on an answer

So here you are

In a gothic mansion lead by Mihawk into a room as he calmly sits down and asks you to explain

Now

And so you do

Well…you do the best you can to explain your entire situation as he sits there with a blank expression

By the end he just sighs

To be honest he’s not sure if he believes it or not but he takes it as an answer for now

And after that you two form an odd friendship and routine as you spend your time on his island

To his pleasure your polite and not loud

Silently watching him train or go about his day

Along with that conversations with you are actually quite pleasant

Mihawk is a man of very few words

Only shanks is able to get him talking with the help of finely aged booze

Yet talking with you comes naturally as breathing the air around him

It’s intriguing

Especially as it seems your story isn’t a bluff for how personally and detailed your recounts of events are

Colour him impressed

you talk of Roger in a way that only Shanks could do

Describe the gods valley event with details only found in classified marine files

Not only that but your also a good storyteller

Telling such events in glorious ways that he can’t help but listen to the liquid gold that is your voice

The treasure trove of stories that flow out your mind

He must admit that he can’t help but sit on the edge of his seat

Wanting to hear more

In this time he comes to care for you

Your a child eternally

One in a cruel world that preys on the weak

While you may be strong mentally (god knows if you hadn’t then you would’ve gone insane) but physical your not

What doesn’t help is your total and utter lack of self awareness

God knows the amount of times he’d saved your ass from being killed by Humandrills

After awhile they seem to get the memo of leaving you alone but that still doesn’t stop you from almost dying in other ways

Almost walking off a cliff

Almost falling into a river

Almost getting hit by a piece of falling stone

He is now paranoid and trails you like a shadows or has you stick around him incase of yet another near death incident

God is this what being a dad feels like? Cause that’s how Mihawk feels at this point

He has half the mind to buy a child leash or something similar

Cause if you wander off one more time and almost die he’s gonna-

You make his stress levels go through the roof

Doesn’t help you completely brush of dying as no big deal

As if being eaten that one time isn’t traumatic as hell

He wonders if his position of warlord has some sort of health benefits cause he might look into therapy

Not that you think you need it though, you think your completely fine yet he begs to differ

You find it funny how stoic he is yet you can read him like a book

He shows his growing care through actions

Like making breakfast or decorating a spare room of his castle to something more suited to your taste

The unspoken offer of “if you need a place to stay your always welcome here” through these actions

A silent way of also prepping for you leaving

He knows that moment is coming

Especially as your small “boat” drifts ashore

He’s hardly call that a boat but nether the less it floats on water and you call it a boat

In your time preparing to leave he insists on at least teaching you the basics of using a sword

The proper positioning of your grip and stance

How to give a powerful slash

You pick up quickly, years of watching experienced swordsmen coming into play

He’s proud yet worry sows itself into his brow

Your a kind soul

One that has been put through untold hell and back

Even the strongest sword can bend and break if pressure is put on the perfect point

He doesn’t know what your breaking point will be but he’s worried

Cause inevitably it’s bound to happen

He at least has some peace of mind knowing he taught you how to fight

And when he sends you off he promises that when you next meet he’d have Sword fit for you

The castle feels more lonely without your small pitter patter of footsteps

The air is still when it should be filled with your stories of old

The garden takes more effort than he remembers when your not there to pull out the weeds

The Humandrills seem to miss your presence

It’s odd but you’d left such an impact in such a small amount of time

Mihawk wouldn’t have it any other way though

Hiriluk

Recently on the spring island you found yourself on there had been rumours of a thief going by

Normally this wouldn’t had caught your attention

But one day as you walk past an odd eccentric man with Snow White hair in a ridiculous manner with clearly stolen objects you can’t help but be intrigued

Especially as he shifts into an alleyway, leaning against the grimy wall with a hand over his heart

Coughs racking his entire form

Almost crumbling down as the subsequent spoils of his stealing fall as well

It’s then and there you become invested in this odd man

His story

So you decide to help him

For someone’s who’s a thief you’d thinks he’d be less enthusiastic about giving out his name

But your sorrily mistaken (in a good way) as the man introduces himself as Hiriluk

A master thief of the grand line

A plunderer of countless treasures and various tales

You nod along

Listening intently to his words as you help walk him to his hideout

The poor man is still shaken after his illness acting up again

Apparently as of late it’s been worse, so much so that he fears his days are now limited

But despite that he keeps a quite chipper attitude

Somehow finding enjoyment despite his circumstances

He’s…much like yourself in that sense

Finding joy even in the bleak conditions of your reality

It…is nice in some sense

To find someone a lot like yourself in mindset

Makes conversation much more interesting as you both talk of similar viewpoints

Much like you he is plagued with a curse that follows him everywhere he goes

From island to island

No matter the pace he canning escape his disease

A factor of his life that he must now deal with as he enjoys the time he has left

He’d given up on a cure by now

But…despite that you can’t help but research a bit to at least try

He appreciates the effort but solemnly admits that he’s tried everything

Hell, his island is known for their doctors and they couldn’t help him

He’s a lost cause like anyone with white lead disease

It’s a fact he accepts

And sadly you do so as well

Your stand only works for you

It’s entire purpose is for its user and not for anyone else

Not versatile or has any multiple uses

At least not that you knew of anyways

So on that factor you can’t do anything

So as you accept that fact you instead focus on spending time with the man

Listening to him get drunk and talk of someone named Kureha

An “old witch” with a stubborn edge and sharp tongue

But also has a kind heart

Someone who became a doctor for a reason, to help others as best she could even if she caused some chaos in the process

An odd one just like him (and you he adds with a smile) someone who didn’t fit in with the crowd

But maybe that was ok

Being different could very much be a curse for several reasons

Especially in a judgmental society that is maintained by the world government

But that otherness was also a blessing

Weirdness serving as a catalyst for so many wonderful things

For new ideas

For stubborn creativity that wouldn’t be snuffed out but instead burn bright

For brining together the people society looked down upon and giving them a chance to rise up

Your stay on the island is coming to a close but despite that Hiriluk doesn’t panic or seem depressed at the thought

Instead he finds happiness in the time still left

The conversations that have been spoken

The time he has left in this world being used for something truly nice

Not just stealing

Instead now truly engaging with life

The spring island your both on is now at its fullest bloom

The place was somewhat famous for how beautiful it was but neither of you had yet to see it

So the day before you go you asked if he’d like to go see it with you before you left

A last hurrah

One that would be spent watching the cherry blossoms in full bloom and have lunch

He agreed

The next morning is spent with him getting snacks of all kinds

Him packing them in a small basket as you lead him with the directions you got from locals

The two of you go up the hill overlooking the light pink trees in full bloom

His hand gripping yours as he goes still in shook

The sight is breath taking

Even the air from your lungs is seemingly sucked out at the sight of the trees in full bloom

The petals gently cascading down like snow around you

Getting stuck in your hair and pooling in his cupped hands

His eyes tear up and stare down at the pink petals

It’s breathtaking

And for the first time in a long while he feels ok

There was no blockage in his chest

Nor the looming grip of death on his shoulders

He felt cured

Like an average man that he always wanted to

The dream of his that died long ago in a doctors office when they said it was incurable

But now as he stares he feels hope

Something igniting in him in place of his Illness

These small fluttering petals had an impact on him just as you had

It cured him somehow

You showing him this magical sight cured him

And now he wanted to do that for others

He wanted to show the people of his bleak winter island this magnificent sight

To see pink instead of the white fluttering snow

To see trees not covered in snow that dampened their beauty

To feel the air escape their lungs

The lunch goes by quickly as does your leaving but both of you do so with a smile

He sets off with a new goal and you wish him luck

Telling him that you believe he’d somehow come up with a solution cause people like the two if you always did somehow

He smiles

When he returns back to his home island he sets out to be a doctor

To help cure others just as you had done with him

Some of The petals he collected that day kept in a small glass jar he kept as a souvenir and for testing

When Kureha calls him crazy he takes the words in pride

Recalling back on your time spent together

That odd little kid who had a spirit beyond their days

One who would humour his ramblings

Took him to that fateful place of blooming Sakura that would go on to change his life course forever

A parting gift in both an experience and in changing his life for the good

So he works on bringing that miracle to the winter island he lives on

Despite how impossible it seems he tries

And he tries and tries

And he keeps going despite how many times he is pushed down by yet another failure

You motivate him

The gift you gave him that he wants to share with others motivated him

His new student that in a lot of ways reminds him of you motivated him

Chopper sometimes still wonders why Hiriluk had taken him in

It lingers on the small reindeer’s mind

And it’s glaringly obvious what he’s thinking making the old “doctor” laugh

“Us weirdo’s have to stick together. I learned that from a friend of mine” as he says this the small blue nosed reindeer watches as the man pulls a framed photo off the wall. In it is him and a child with a large smile. “Hopefully one day you’ll meet them.”

“You…do you think they would accept me?”

Hiriluk let’s our a large laugh at that, clutching his sides as small tears line his eyes “if they hung around a old crazy coot like me then I’m sure they’d love you”

His young apprentice feels hope at his words

Sometimes silently staring at the picture with faint hope that one day he’d meet the doctor-….no his dad’s old friend

Perhaps in the future

But for now he had to help him find a cure

His sickness is getting worse and chopper doesn’t now if he could live with himself if he didn’t find a cure

His only lead as of now is some mushroom that can apparently cure anything

It’s a long shot but he has to try

He gazes as the photo once more

Hiriluk’s smiling face staring back along with your own

He’ll make sure Hiriluk will get to see you again

He promises it

With that the young reindeer sets off in the snow

Whenever you see the cascading petals of cherry blossoms you wonder how that odd doctor was doing

Brook

It was at reverse mountain that you had found yourself being picked up by a particular crew

The rumbar pirates had originated in the west blue

A musical band of jolly singing pirates with instruments of all kinds

All of which varied from different islands and cultures

Brough together in musical harmony

It’s amazing to you how music seems to come to them wordlessly

They play and magic is produced from their songs

So much so a baby whale follows them in their journey and is now waiting for them to return

A promise they intend to keep as the travel the sea like any good crew

Whilst the captain and crew are welcoming and friendly there’s one person in particular your drawn to

Brook is a fun and free soul

Constantly with a smile or chuckling out his odd but charming laugh

The musician teaches you piano as best he can

His hands guiding yours as the crew eagerly watch with bright smiles

Eventually as they sing and dance he has you play side by side with him

Placing his top hat in your head as they all call you “mini brook”

It’s fun

Especially as the giant of a man picks up his violin and lets you play alone

The two of you stringing together a melody that the others join in on

Dancing and singing with slurred speech and jumbled steps

Those nights feel like a haze in your mind

One with a rosy tinted filter overtop those memories

Of the songs sung

The dancing as the crew took turns showing you their groove

Taking your hands into their own and your feet atop theirs as they showed you to dance

But then the music began to die

Despite your many deaths you’d experienced and saw of pirates

This was one that was common yet still chilling

Illness

Honestly with how many ships you’d been on your surprised you’d never experienced a death like this

And it’s certainly one you’d never thought they’d have to suffer through

It starts off as one person

And then it spreads

Brook and the others keep you away from the sight

Telling you that they were just hungover

You don’t tell them you know hangovers don’t last several days

As others being to fall Brook keeps to at least trying to keep the facade of things are fine in front of you

Even as he has to take the place of their captain

He has a good facade

But you hear his sobs at night

For his fallen Crew and the fact it’s still spreading

And for you

By god is he worried for you

They’d all talked of the possibility of having you take your small shipped tied to their own and leave

But they all agree it’s too big of a risk

Their at the middle of the sea, it would be a death sentence if they let you go on your own

They can’t have that happen

Even if there’s still a chance here that you’ll die

There’s still the possibility that at least someone will spot their ship

That help can come and at least rescue you

So for now they have you stay

The symptoms come slowly

You feel more tired

Burning up

Laboured breath

Their all mortified as you one day pass out on deck

When you wake up your tucked into bed

Nearby someone sobs

You recognize his voice and blurred figure despite your senses being dulled

Small shaky hands reach for his

And he reciprocated the action repeating that he’s sorry

That he’s so sorry

That it’s his fault

That he was supposed to keep you safe

You say it isn’t his fault but it falls on deaf ears

He keeps crying even as he coughs

You keep saying it’s alright even as it feels harder to breath

Eventually even though everyone is dead or on the brink of dying they decide to do one last number

One last piece

Binks booze

You sit beside Brook having to lean against him for support as both his and your hands drift along the ivory keys

The songs plays full force

The few left playing the tune

Some cheerfully sing with smiles and dance withe one another

But they fall first

Dying with smiles despite it all

You sing in their place along with those who are left

The singing goes down by one as yet another falls down

Violin clattering to the floor

You sing louder in his place despite how your lungs burn and throat feels as if needles scrape against it

Another violinist goes down after this

Brook shakes beside you

He keeps up a smile

You do so as well but tears escape your eyes

A quartet

The cello goes down

A trio

His smile wavers and tears trail down his face now

He’s breaking

The final goes down now

It’s just you and Brook left, but you feel yourself getting weaker

The edges of your eyes have black dotes and every time you close them it’s harder to open them once more

A duet

You keep playing for his sake

He looks down at you sobbing silently as he continues to play

Their flag waves silently in the wind

“I’m not sure how longer I can play…do you think you can do a solo?”

Tearfully he nods

Playing as you sing

Continuing even after the lyrics stop flowing from your mouth and you slump down into his side

A solo

He cries

Eventually the piano comes to a close

Despite there being no skeleton of you to put with the rest of the memorial Brook doesn’t question it

The sight of Your body disappearing into golden light was just a trick of the mind all those years ago to help with the grief of him failing you

He knows he went insane a long time ago

He’s spent years alone at sea mulling over their deaths, of yours and the promise to Laboon

His mind is long gone as he wanders the old tattered ship that used to be filled with song

Despite it all he tries to put up a mask of being happy

But he never sings

Never plays music

He can’t deal with another solo

Can’t deal with that last performance

Sometimes he thinks of the songs they made

The one the crew made about you that surprisingly got popular

Based off the odd tales of stars you talked about

An undying one

He wonders if it still plays

You remember they made a song about you

It’s long forgotten to the many new sailors of the sea

But on occasion you hear it from old souls. Those who had traveled the seas for many years and had retained the songs and myths now forgotten to the new

The sound of it always makes you smile, but it is tinged with sadness as you do so

Whenever it is sung or Binks Booze you promised yourself you’d always join in

A promise to them, that kind musical crew all those years ago that suffered a horrible death from a bad stroke of luck

You carry their memory along with Laboon

Whenever you end up at reverse mountain you always sing the songs they once did to ease the whales heart ache

It can only do so much but Laboon at least stops jutting against the mountain momentarily

Wanting to one day reunite with those jolly sailors

You wish you could one day do the same

But for now you carry their memories

Their songs that house the remnants of their souls

Sometimes you swear you see their rotting ship

But you always wave it off as missing them

Of delusions of your mind as you stare out into the darkness of the sea

#platonic #one piece x reader #brook x reader #hiriluk x reader #mihawk x reader #dracule Mihawk x reader #Jinbe x reader #fisher tiger x reader

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dead-dove-yandere · 1 month

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I'm kinda curious, how would your ocs react if their darling turned out to be a yandere as well?

Have a nice day, Dove!

~ 💌

I think it would be a mixed bag of reactions - some of them would be pleasantly surprised by it, others might be somewhat shocked or confused by it. It might also depend on whether or not their darling was a more aggressive or a softer yandere.

Laura would definitely be one to romanticise it, I think. She’d have the rose coloured glasses on and ignore all the red flags that come with her darling being a yandere. She’d probably just be very pleased that her darling seems as devoted as she is. If her darling were a softer yandere, she’d probably fare okay because she’d be able to match that energy, but if her darling were more aggressive, she might get very confused and scared as to why her darling acts so angry or violent sometimes and she’d be a bit torn by the fact that reality doesn’t measure up to her fantasy.

Noah would adore a darling who was also a yandere, regardless of how aggressive or soft they are. He’d find the idea of being watched in the same way that he watches others exciting and he’d likely be constantly monitoring his own behaviour to act in a way he thinks his darling will like, even when it’s not possible that his darling is watching him. If he caught his darling looking at him or filming him, he’d probably wave hello lmao. He’d melt if a softer darling lauded him with affection and he’d probably gain some masochistic glee from a more aggressive darling degrading him.

Smiley doesn’t really consider themselves to be a yandere, even though they very much are, so their darling being a yandere, while not necessarily a bad thing in their view, would be confusing. They’re devoted to their darling already, so they don’t really get why their darling feels the need to try to find out their identity, make sure they’re not talking to anyone else, and tracking their every move. However, they’d be gleeful that their darling is so attentive and invested in their relationship, and they’d probably send a lot of messages and notes saying how much they love them and assuring that they’re loyal to their darling.

Chase would probably have a very tumultuous relationship with a yandere darling. He might see it as convenient, since he’s a serial killer when he isn’t acting and he can trust a yandere darling not to snitch on him. He might even try to persuade his darling to help him kill as a “date,” and given how much a playboy he is, that’s probably unironically the most romantic thing he ever does. But Chase is, to his core, non-committal and even if his yandere darling is his true love, it won’t be long before his eyes wander, which of course would probably enrage a yandere. I can see Chase and his yandere darling being lovers to enemies, or perhaps stuck in a cycle of a resent filled on-again-off-again relationship. Whatever the case, Chase and his darling are probably going to have a lot of arguments where they threaten to kill each other right before they have make up sex or something lol.

Cayce’s going to be a bit unpredictable as usual. She’d likely call her darling a creep or a weirdo and start bullying them some more if she finds out that her darling is stalking her. But on the other hand, attention is key for her and she’d love the attention that comes with her darling stalking her. She might set up situations specifically to bait her darling, just so she can catch them in the act of stalking her and mildly humiliate them. Of course, the minute anyone else tries to bully her darling for being weird or creepy, she’ll throw hands. If her darling fought or killed someone for her, she’d act as nonchalant as anyone can in such a situation, but she’d definitely be impressed.

Dr. Hart would probably react the most negatively to his darling being a yandere. He likes to be in control, and he knows that he’s probably not strong enough to win a fight if things got physical. That’s why he meticulously micromanages his darling’s health and medication in the first place. He’d probably be even more aggressive with his “treatment” to make sure his yandere darling is extra tired and weakened and that he will always have the upper hand over them should they get violent for any reason. However, he would love the attention of a yandere darling. If a softer yandere made multiple appointments a week or lauded him with gratitude for his tireless work to cure their illness, he’d definitely be pleased that his yandere darling seems so willing to fall into his control.

Professor Moore would likely figure out that his darling was also a yandere quite quickly and while he isn’t as naive as perhaps Laura or Smiley to say that it’s a sign he and his darling are soulmates, he’d definitely still finds it romantic. He’d get bolder with his actions, perhaps writing love letter or poetry to leave on his darling’s desk. Maybe leaving gifts too, or owning up to murders he’s committed for you through anonymous confession letters. If his darling killed for him and sent him a “souvenir,” he’d likely treasure it, and if his darling stalked him, he’d simply pretend not to notice and go about his day as usual, although he’d definitely have a spring in his step.

I don’t think anyone in The Cult would have very strong feelings about their darling being a yandere since they’d all be busy worshipping their darling and they wouldn’t have much chance to show any yandere traits while surrounded by devotees. But I think they might interpret their darling’s yandere tendencies as a “god-like wrath/envy.”

Sorry this ended up being so long, but I wanted to put a lot of thought and detail into how each character would react differently and why they’d act the way they did. I just finished making the Masterlists and while I’m still working on tagging old posts, it’s taking forever because the scrolling on mobile is glitchy 😭 other than that, I’ve had a good day!! And I hope you have a wonderful day too :]

#Chase #Cayce #Laura #Smiley #Dr. Hart #Professor Moore #The Cult #Noah #Ask #💌 anon #yancore #yandere #yandere blog #yandere fic #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yanblr #yan blog

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Just a heads-up: I’ve now decided that Rin is Australian, hence her common use of the name Kook for the alien. I’ve scattered some Australian slang -or what google tells me is Australian slang- through the story, but not being Australian myself, I might not use it correctly. To any readers down-under, I apoligise.

A sign of trust.

Part 2.

Read Part 1 here.

Consciousness didn’t arrive all at once. There was no sudden awakening with a dramatic gasp while sitting bolt upright.

What came instead was stops and starts of awareness as her brain slowly woke up.

Rin became aware of a hard surface underneath her. I’ve probably fallen asleep on the floor of the ship, she thought to herself.

Then there was the ache in her bones. Naturally, her thoughts came to her, If I’ve been asleep on the floor of the ship.

Among the last things to arrive was a feeling of warmth, a smell of smoke and fresh air, and the noise of something that was similar, but not quite, like crickets. A nice relaxing night under the stars with a campfire, just what I need after the crash. THE CRASH!

Finally her eyes opened.

Unfamiliar stars were overhead, almost drowned out by the bright white -with just a touch of gold colouring- glowing arch from a ring system which surrounded the planet. With all of her bones and muscles protesting with pain, she managed to sit herself up, propping herself on the elbow which hurt the least.

She was laying in the dirt, not ten feet from the wreckage of her ship. A small camp fire had been built nearby.

Her injuries had been dressed. A splint was wrapped around her leg, thick bandages, made of some strange plant-like material, covered her shoulder -she hadn’t even realised she was injured there- and there was covering she could see, just at the corner of her vision, handling her head-wound.

Two yellow eyes flashed in the shadows and Rin only just managed to stifle a yelp as she realised what it was.

A Kook was resting on a low branch of a nearby tree. Its thick tail was coiled around the trunk to anchor it in place, while its large membranous wings were wrapped around the branch itself.

Had they been sleeping, or just waiting? Rin tried to dampen those thoughts. she’d been pulled to safety and her wounds were dressed. if the Kook were some kind of predator intent on eating her it could have done that easily while she’d been unconscious. So there was some civility to these creatures. They had, at least, basic medical knowledge and a desire to help injured beings that were not their own species. These were good signs pointing toward the Kook’s being an intelligent, perhaps even humane, race.

Its eyes glinting in the low firelight it regarded her from its perch. As always, its expression was unreadable and there was no body language to speak of. She couldn’t tell if it was afraid, curious, concerned, or any of a dozen other emotions a human would be feeling in a similar situation.

They stared at each other for almost a full minute, though it felt like longer the silence between them was growing more awkward with each passing second.

Finally, it was Rin to break the ice. “G'day.”

The Kook blinked and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible, flinch. Had it been surprised that she had spoken?

“I'm Rin.” She pointed to herself as she said her name. “Rin. I'm Rin.”

The Kook looked at her for a few seconds, then opened its wide mouth. “KOOA WA-WA-WA HA!”

Rin clapped her hands to her ears. A bad move as fire burned through her shoulder. She almost fell flat onto her back again, but managed, only just, to keep herself upright.

She could see how they'd earned their name, but the Kook was louder than any Kookaburra she'd ever heard. It was like someone shouting at full volume.

The Kook shrank back, slightly, away from her. It made more noises, but at the low whispering volume she'd heard before. “Chicki-tuki-tuk. TZEeee?”

Rin just glared as she lowered her hands. “Bloody great Galah. You trying to make me go deaf? I got enough stuff broken without my eardrums being added to the list.”

“Keeer HAA!”

“Same to you, arse-wipe.” She muttered sarcastically. She had to lay back down as her head started to swim.

The Kook opened its wings and released its tail, rolling from the branch to hover in the air. It moved down low until it was barely a foot from the ground. It approached cautiously, as though afraid she was going to spring up and attack.

It probably was afraid of exactly that. Rin realised that the Kook was just as afraid of her as she was of it. Just as she was guessing the motive behind every gesture it made, the Kook was probably doing the same for her.

Rin assessed her situation as quickly as her muddled head could allow.

She was injured, stable for now but a splint and field dressing wasn't a permanent solution. She needed whatever this world's equivalent of a hospital was. The longer she stayed out here the more chance that her wounds would get infected.

She would need food and water before too long. She could guess she was a little dehydrated and wondered how long she'd been unconscious. She would need to get some shelter from the elements. What was the weather like on this world? The night didn't seem too cold, would that mean the days could be desert hot? Even a light rain wouldn't be doing her any favours in her current condition. She looked to her vessel and doubted that her emergency supplies -food rations, water packs and the pop-up shelter in particular- had survived the impact in one piece

Her ship was a wreck, she didn't have to get close to see that. The super-structure was almost folded in two, the cockpit was fried and most of the outer hull had been scorched away by her uncontrolled entry into the planet's atmosphere. The thing had been built for controlled descents into decently equipped space-ports, not playing the role of a meteorite in the back of bourke on an uncharted planet.

There was some hope though. She had an ample supply of spare power packs in the hold and she just needed one to be intact. The communications system was a tough nut to crack. The engineers who built these interstellar sloops wanted to ensure that, if everything failed, you could still call for help. If she could pull the comms unit out of the wreck and hook it up to a power supply she could turn on the emergency signal beacon. All she needed to do was activate it and any civilised planet in this sector of space would know where she was.

And there was the difficult part. She could hardly sit up right now, let alone go poking through the ruins of her ship and lift out some hefty equipment.

She looked over to the Kook who had stayed with her. It was moving cautiously around the perimeter, never leaving the firelight, but staying well out of arms reach of Rin. It hardly took its eyes off of her, only glancing down for the briefest of seconds before looking back up at her. In its hands was a slowly growing collection of sticks and dry grass.

Rin realised what it was doing. “Good idea, the fire is getting a little low.”

“KOOA-WA-AA-A-A-A!”

Rin could only wince at the volume. It was even worse close up. It wasn't loud enough to cause actual pain, but there was a definite discomfort and her brain yelling at her that she was too close to the loud nose. “Bite your arse. There's no need to shout.”

She rested her uninjured hand on her brow. A headache was coming on, or maybe she was just starting to notice it as adrenaline, endorphins, and whatever else a body made to cope with pain, started to wear off. “I need a drink. You got any water?”

The Kook gave her the same indecipherable expression as it loaded the fire with its bounty of woodland detritus. “Cu-cu-cu?” It twittered.

At least it was whispering again. Damn Kooks only seemed to have two volumes; one and eleven.

“Of course, you don't know what I'm saying.” She rubbed her eyes with her hands for a second before she stopped. She looked down at those hands and the memory of her using a hand signal to stop the Kook came back to her. It was a little fuzzy, right before she'd passed out. A thought had tried to come to her then. It arrived now.

“Water.” She shaped her hand like she was holding a glass and made a drinking motion near her mouth. “Water.” She tried putting her hands together in a natural bowl, or cup, shape and pretended to drink. She even added gulping noises as she drank her non-existent liquid.

“Cu-cu-cu?”

The Kook suddenly flared its wings wide, moving itself into an upright position and several feet off the ground at the same time. “KEEEEEERRR!” It tore off at high speed, rushing away into the darkness and quickly out of Rin's sight.

“You bloody great malaka!” She shouted after it. “I need help and you run away?”

There was no sound except for the light chirping of the space-crickets.

“If I did something to offend you, you gotta figure it wasn't on purpose.” Rin's expression softened.

“C'mon, you're smart enough to figure that out, you've gotta be.” Her eyes scoured the darkness for any movement. “They say your people have been to space a long time ago, you've got to be smart enough to figure that I don't know your customs.” She listened hard, hoping to catch a sign of the Kook returning.

There was nothing but the crickets, the crackle of the fire and the slowly quickening thud-thud-thud of her rising heartbeat. “You gotta be clever enough to figure out that I don't know when I'm being offensive to you.”

Darkness and nothing more. She was alone.

A pale shape came rushing out of the night. “KOOA WA-WA-WA HA!” The Kook returned, carrying a long earthenware container in its hands. It slowed down as it returned to the light of the fire and regarded Rin with the same blank expression.

Rin smiled as she fought against the sting of tears trying to form in her eyes. “Mate, I'm actually glad to see you. Don't do that again!”

“Ka-ka-ka.” The Kook approached Rin, holding out the container toward her. Rin saw there was liquid inside.

“Water!” She held out her arms and the Kook handed the jug over.

As she took it the alien put its hands together in the same bowl shape she had made earlier, it then mimicked the same motions she'd made; putting the cup to lips and drinking.

She almost laughed as she saw the little pantomime. Some thing, it seemed, could be universal between humanoid species.

Rin looked from her ship, to the Kook and back again, several times. Could it be done? It wouldn't be easy. Neither one of them could understand a word the other said. There was a chance it could work. It would be slow, no doubt about that. But if they had enough points of reference in common...

She just hoped she remembered enough sign language.

#writing #my writing #science fiction #A sign of Trust #Part 2 #humans are weird #humans are strange #humans are cool #aliens are cool

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Gonna post a longer one in a bit, but I wanted to add this quick little bit for setting up what I'll post later. I actually love the next bit so much when they're not being complete douches but just petty af–

Dove Masterlist

Party Tricks

You hum to yourself, taking in the decor of the monastery that has so kindly taken you in for the night. After several weeks in the wilderness, spending a night in a place with such civilised and well-mannered individuals feels like a welcome change of pace. Tripitaka continues to be a good source of company– that is– when he isn’t being terrified by the occasional demons we pass that try to attack. However, Monkey King continues to be difficult. You wouldn’t expect anything less from him anyway. The newest addition to your pilgrimage, Ao Lie, was a more silent companion. Whether or not his more quiet demeanour stems from maintaining his form as the monk’s steed, you’re still unsure of.

The dragon-horse is now being taken care of by some of the attendants that serve in the monastery while the eldests of the monks makes conversation with Tripitaka. As old as he appears, it was still a shock to everyone, Sun Wukong included, that he has walked the earth for well over 200 years. The old monk smile is still as lively as the youngest one in the monastery. “So you have already travelled ten thousand miles in your pursuit to deliver these scriptures?” The man questions as he and Tripitaka walk side by side.

“Yes, I am accompanied by my two disciples and a disciple of the Bodhisattva you worship in this monastery.” The young monk answers, smiling to you as you nod in acknowledgement. It was a pleasant surprise to find the main hall of the building was named for Guan Yin.

The older man shakes his head lightly. “Well then, I am sure you would all like a moment to rest. I will call for tea to be served, then you can be shown to your rooms where you may rest for the night.”

Thanking the man, you all move to a room where your group can sit and drink together. You find it amusing how much joy Tripitaka shows when everyone is given their cups, their edges lined in gold. Whatever tea they served the three of you adds to his wonder, the brew colourful and fragrant as a flower.

While the two monks continue their conversation, you catch the eye of another carefully approaching. There seems to be a small group of monks that have gathered just by the doorway you all entered from, whispering excitedly amongst each other as they watch their fellow monk grow closer to our group. Maybe they want to talk with Tripitaka? You’re sure it must be exciting to hear that the one chosen to collect the Buddha’s scriptures is in your very own monastery. Of course they’d want to talk with him.

“Pardon, miss?” You blink, the monk you had noticed approaching now looking at you.

You nod with a smile. “Yes?”

The younger monk is quite soft spoken, his voice just above a whisper as he speaks to you. “Is it true what your companion says? Are you a disciple of Guan Yin?” The question takes you off guard for a moment, not expecting it. Looking back to the small group, you see they keep their eyes not just on their companion, but on you as well now, their gaze curious.

“Yes, the Bodhisattva took me in as her disciple when I was just a young girl.” You explain, shifting slightly in your spot as you take another sip of your tea.

Almost immediately, another joins her friend in approaching you. “You mean to say you’re a disciple of the Bodhisattva of the south seas herself?”

“Yes, I–”

“You’ve met the goddess of mercy? In person?” Another joins them, quickly followed by another.

“Well–”

You can barely get a word out when the rest of the group migrate to your person. “You’re telling the truth?”

With so many now quickly surrounding you, the words become lost in your throat. You can barely answer one question before another is asked, the group quickly encroaching on your space. You quickly begin to feel flustered as you look to each of them, unable to figure out what to say to who.

And as if it can’t get any worse, that stupid monkey just has to butt in. “She was blessed by Guan Yin!”

The group grows silent as Sun Wukong enters the conversation, quickly squeezing through the monks before dragging you to your feet by your arm. “With one touch, her magic will put your mind to rest and vanquish any stress in your mind!” He raises your hand into the air before you’re able to snatch it back.

“You blabbering–”

Before you can finish, the first monk steps closer. “Please, could you use your gift on me? These past few days have been stressful, to say the least, and I would appreciate such a gesture.” He looks at you with eyes as wide as a child’s, his gaze pleading.

You pause for just a moment, trying your best to process everything being said before slowly nodding. “A-Alright, give me your hand.” You offer a polite smile before taking his hand in your own and using your gift. It only takes a moment, and the monk’s eyes flutter close. He opens them quickly, his face lifted and his smile even brighter.

“Incredible!” He beams, amazed by his newfound peaceful state. His joy makes you smile brighter, but it quickly fades as the other monks jump to join their companion in requests.

Suddenly, it’s just like before, with everyone speaking over one another as you struggle in your fluster to pick out one person’s question from another. Overwhelmed, you look to Tripitaka and the elder monk for assistance, only to find them walking away with Sun Wukong. “Master, you must show your cassock! It was gifted by Budhha himself, wasn’t it?”

“Really? I would like to see that.” The old monk hummed at that, and you can just see Monkey King looking back at you with a devious grin before ushering your last to chances of getting out of this mess away.

That bastard!

#the children are being petty #little dove #sun wukong #jttw sun wukong #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong x reader #jttw sun wukong x reader

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WAKE UP I HAVE A NEW HILDA X THE OWL HOUSE AU

So, you know how my regular TOH x Hilda AU is just a regular ol’ character swap? Luz is Hilda, Frida is Amity, etc? This AU isn’t that - instead it’s kind of a combination of both universes, like what if Hilda was a witch who lived in The Boiling Isles that Luz met whilst there? Here’s the premise -

Johanna and her family were Wild Witches and they were proud of it, even after Belos took over and enacted his regime they avoided being forced into Covens and continued to practice Wild Magic in secret. But as time went on and The Day of Unity drew closer, Belos’ regime growing more harsh as a consequence, it became harder to do so. When Hilda was born Johanna realised there was a very strong chance she’d be raised without Wild Magic, and into a system she knew was corrupt. So she fled Bonesbourough to an old family cottage on The Knee, through some shenanigans idk she discovered The Elven Town surrounding it and struck a deal with them so that they’d use their magic to hide the house and it’s inhabitants from The Coven.

So Hilda grows up in the wilderness, only interacting with her family (yes I’m including Lauren in this AU don’t @ me) and The Elves - and she loves it! She adores the freedom and getting to partake in Wild Magic, which she’s been taught she’s privileged to be able to do. Her design around this time would look like this -

So whilst all this is happening everything else in The Owl House Universe is going on as normal, meaning Luz eventually comes to the Isles! Through some adventure that brings her to The Knee during Season 1, she meets Hilda. Hilda has been taught to fear other Witches but is still curious about them, and doesn’t see Luz as any kind of threat since she’s not technically a witch. I don’t really know how this adventure would go but, Luz and Hilda would end up friends!

Skipping forward to Season 2 and switching more towards Luz’s perspective, things obviously worsen on The Isles. The effects of Belos’ harshening regime are obvious and the vibe in Bonesbourough is changing significantly. But from the changes she was expecting, her friend from The Knee suddenly showing up looking completely different and pretending not to know her was definitely not one of them -

After some back and forth shenanigans of Luz trying to approach Hilda to talk and her running away each time, eventually Hilda allows Luz to meet her in a private area. Once there, she tells her that her that The Emperor’s Coven started coming to The Knee more regularly for resources, and eventually discovered The Elves and her family’s cottage whilst she and her family were out. They returned after the raid was over to the house crawling with Coven Scouts, who thanks to numerous family photos and integrations from The Elves knew who they were and were waiting for them to return. So they had no choice but to flee, and in the intrestof throwing them off the scent, they went to Trolberg - a small district of Bonesbourough. Her family are in hiding, using illusion magic to disguise their appearances and fake Sigils in the case of Johanna and Lauren.

This would all lead onto some kind of plot with a moral about ‘not hiding who you are’ and ‘standing up for yourself instead of running away’ which would result in Hilda and her family coming to the aid of Luz and co when they’re cornerd by Coven Scouts, revealing themselves as Wanted Wild Witches and fending them off, escaping with Luz and The Owl Family. From then on they’re trusted friends of The Owl Crew, and frequent their place for support in fending off The Coven! Hilda also goes multitrack!

I’m not really sure what her casual outfit in Trolberg/Bonesbourough would like yet - translating Hilda designs to The Owl House is surprisingly difficult outside of style emulation, especially when I'm converting their outfits to fit with Boiling Isles fashion.

Hilda designs are pretty simple, around 4 colours per outfit for main characters, and a general 'less is more' attitude for basically everything. The Owl House is the opposite, outfits contain anywhere from 5-10 colours and are packed with little details so yeah two very different approaches that make it fun, but difficult to translate designs between shows!

In short for now just imagine The Knee’s look but like, without the hat ig🤷‍♀️

So yeah that’s my new AU! I only really have Hilda’s design, but I’ve got a these doodles/WIP’s for Johanna and Lauren -

Yeah :]

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JuAli WIP doodles

So, I'm just gonna post my old JuAli doodles from November ~ April. Obsessed with them. I've been thinking about them non-stop. Judar is wearing traditional Chinese hanfu in these :)

Here's my JuAli doodles for now <3 They're pretty messy, so I'll put them under the cut. Also I'm putting my thought rambles under the cut too. They’re snippets of thoughts I had, including ones with friends, feel free to read them if you’re curious!

Some rambles

I was considering whether I should post my JuAli doodles since I usually prefer to keep my art account for finished arts only, but I wanted to show my love for them. I still have to refine and redraw these tbh, but I'm excited to work on these in the future!

I also didn’t know whether to post these rambles under my art or make a new post on my side blog. Well. It’s going here now. I’ll post the rest of my sketches and another rambles in another post

The first two Judar in hanfu doodles are some of my fave drawings ever. I really want to finish this one soon...

I think Judar has red eyeliner in the manga, and the Magi anime has Judar's eyeshadow as purple? In Ohtaka's coloured arts, it looks like a more saturated red colour to me.

I like Judar with red eyeliner/eyeshadow like how Ohtaka colours in the manga. I like how the colours pop and the contrast against his design, and how it matches his red eyes. Also cuz black and red are his image/representative colours to me anyways

I want Judar to wear black, white, red, and gold hanfu... I’ve also been looking into hanfu earrings for him. I'm thinking of red and gold. I want him to have red eyeliner and black painted fingernails.

Also, in the future, I'd also like to draw Desi inspired Alibaba wearing kurta with churidar!

Some thoughts on JuAli

I love how my friends described them as besties and one-sided enemies/worsties dynamic (from Judar’s end lmfao), it’s soooo funny. I feel like they’d have a sort of Love-Hate relationship at first, like when you hate someone so much it’s love...

My friend mentioned that because Alibaba is so different and the complete opposite of him, it makes sense he doesn’t understand it, but it only shows that he’s curious and that deep inside he wants to know.

And Judar would just constantly be like “I really don't get this guy at all” and “I don't understand what he's thinking at all!” Like how he was with Alibaba on the Dark continent. I think it’s interesting how he recognized that Alibaba has qualities that draw people to him, but just couldn't understand why.

I love their Fire and Ice duality. Light/Darkness. Angel/Devil. Hot and Cold. Enemies to Lovers. They’d bicker and kiss and make out. Twink on twink violence is their love language /lh

I feel like in the early stages of them catching feelies they’d both be really awkward around each other and constantly headbutt each other… They'd always be pretty competitive with each other, but they'd warm up to each other over time.

I love their setup, I’m obsessed with them and their vibes. They’re so funny and cute… I love their dynamic, their vibes are impeccable. I could sense the sen-core with them, I love them so much.

I awaken to my final form. Meow meow mf x Empathetic, loving ball of sunshine… It's the sen-core ship formula: meow meow mf x ball of sunshine. Morally questionable/morally bankrupt x morally agreeable <3

Also I love Light/Darkness, Yin/Yang and Sun/Moon/Eclipse themed ships. And Rivals/Enemies to Lovers. Opposites contrast :)

I love Opposites Attract ships that are also combined with any of these tropes: Narrative parallelism (Yin/Yang, Light/Darkness, Sun/Moon/Eclipse tropes), Protagonist x Rival/Antagonist/Opposing Figure, Reconciliation of Opposites, Fated Enemies/Rivals, etc.

Sen-core characters/ships: being a menace to A) the world and/or B) their rival/enemy/lover.

Alibaba is the sun, and Judar’s leitmotif is the black sun (just like Douman). And he’s also technically the moon. One of my friends told me she sees him with Eclipse symbolism, which is really interesting.

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I’m on my uni commute and the Miko x Ev brainrot is brainrotting so I have more hcs!

So, bc Miko loves social media I imagine her doing live unboxing videos of clothes & fashion etc. and Evren walks in on one of them all curious like “what are you doinggg?” and she smiles and says “a live unboxing” and then he nods and kisses her cheek. cue the fans in the comments going mad and enjoying their interactions.

^ I see Ev going into another room, getting the live up on his phone and seeing Miko talking about a dress that she’s just unboxed all like “I love all the detailing and the colour—“ and Evren would smirk and text her ‘it’ll look great on you… it’ll also look great on our bedroom floor :)’ just to see her reaction.

Alsoo Evren being on tour whilst Inter City are playing and after performing one of his songs, he takes his earpiece out and says to the crowd “can some of you be lovely and tell me what the Inter City score is at the moment?” and there’s a whole load of cheering which he laughs at until he gets the gist that they’re winning “they’re winning? yeah? yeah, okay, what’s the score?” and then he finds out they’re winning by 2 goals and he’d smile and say into the mic “well isn’t my girlfriend fucking talented”

Angsty: but I imagine Cypress sending Evren a ‘1 to 5’ text during a time when he knows Evren’s been rather anxious for a few days, and he’d reply back with a ‘1’ and Cy would call almost instantly and their conversation would be like “are you okay? are you home??” “yeah, I’m fine!” “you replied back with a 1” “I was in a different headspace then, I’m good now” “…I sent you that text two minutes ago”

^ and the whole point of these texts is so that they’re honest to each other so, I imagine Ev just feeling low and anxious and having to say what’s wrong, and at the end of his explanation he’s like “you can’t tell my dad…or Miko” and Cy knows that Ev usually asks him not to say anything to Javier but Miko would be different “Evren, she’s your girlfriend. She cares about you” “and we’re not saying anything because I care about her. She’s abroad, probably asleep, and has a huge game tomorrow. I can’t worry her. Please.”

After his call with Ev, Cy would definitely call or drop Miko a text.

Alsooo, I’d like to think that Cy and Miko get closer considering she’s dating his best friend. And at some point meets the mini de Veras and Cairo goes “so you’re the famous Miko…what do you think of Evren’s music?” and she’s all cool like “I don’t think it’s all that” and Cairo would smile and say “I like her”

Miko meeting Rosalie!! Evren would drive and pick her up from the airport and they’d be talking about it and Rosa would ask Ev how he’s feeling about it “nervous” “really?” “yeah, I mean, you’ve only met one of my partners before” and Rosalie would snort and say “yep, and I didn’t like them. but I like Miko” “she got excited when you called her gorgeous. you really like her?” “of course, she obviously makes you happy. you’re happy right?” and Evren would smile and nod and say “very.”

When Miko meets her, I’d assume that she’d compliment her eyes because it’s usually the first thing people notice about her. Miko would be all “you have really pretty eyes” and Rosalie would thank her and go “so I’ve been told, it’s where he gets them from” and then point over at Evren.

I also hc that the two of them have the best vacations together! Like those trips where you don’t look at your phone at all, you explore, eat nice food, enjoy each other’s company, stay in a nice private villa and they just have the most amazing few weeks together (<- I also imagine Ev proposing whilst they’re on one of these types of holidays).

MILA IM GONNA START CRYING FR

the way that whole live unboxing hc got me blushing giggling kicking my feet…… no cause evren giving miko a kiss on camera is so fucking cute and i imagine at least half of miko’s fans are from evren’s fanbase too so she would definitely be a tease like “not in front of your fans” then evren would do some more cute shit like winking before blowing a kiss to the camera 😩

I see Ev going into another room, getting the live up on his phone and seeing Miko talking about a dress that she’s just unboxed all like “I love all the detailing and the colour—“ and Evren would smirk and text her ‘it’ll look great on you… it��ll also look great on our bedroom floor :)’ just to see her reaction.

THE SMILEY FACE PLEAAENWHEJA NO CAUSE I CAN VERY VIVIDLY IMAGINE MIKO STUTTERING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVE LMAOOO like she’s rambling about the quality of the material and how it’s chic but also comfy then her phone pings and her reaction to the text is soooo obvious on the live because her eyes widen then she clears her throat and forces out a chuckle then go “anyway…” skfjskdks and like she’s lowkey turned on atp and she’ll try to push away the feeling but she can’t so she’ll cut the live short and be like “i hate to end this so soon but i promise we’ll do this again next time” then as soon as the live’s over she’ll rush over to evren all pent up like she’ll straddle his lap then go “are you insane?” before kissing him 🫣 and i just know evren would feel sooo proud of himself LMAO

also the concert headcanon….. evren pausing his show to ask about the game………. the category is boyfriend and evren is the winner

that is probably one of the SICKEST headcanons i have ever read. like no amount of romantic fantasies and scenarios at night could’ve ever prepared me for something like that

he takes his earpiece out and says to the crowd “can some of you be lovely and tell me what the Inter City score is at the moment?”

IM LITERALLY SOOOO UNWELL LIKE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY I NEED HIM

“they’re winning? yeah? yeah, okay, what’s the score?” and then he finds out they’re winning by 2 goals and he’d smile and say into the mic “well isn’t my girlfriend fucking talented”

GOD I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also the whole 1 to 5 thing and cy still telling miko about ev’s situation even when ev specifically told him not to. AS HE SHOULD

i always hc’d evren hating it when miko tries to keep shit from him to prevent him from worrying so if he does the same miko wouldn’t be happy either. like it depends on what ev is going through and miko would never force him to open up when he’s not ready to talk about it but if it’s clearly weighing him down miko would want him to tell her literally Anything like “evren what’s going on” “nothing i’m fine” “cypress told me you’re not” “he did?” and idk if ev would be pissed at cy but miko would most likely assume he would so she’d immediately be on cy’s side like “yeah and i’m glad he did because apparently you don’t plan on telling me” and miko would be frustrated and upset now so she’d continue like “you hate it when i don’t tell you anything but you’re doing Exactly that” “i just don’t want you getting worried” “i get worried because i care about you. i love you” and regardless if evren replies to that or not, miko would repeat “ily” anyway

“so you’re the famous Miko…what do you think of Evren’s music?” and she’s all cool like “I don’t think it’s all that” and Cairo would smile and say “I like her”

plsjdhajssksjsj and evren’s probably looking at miko like “you did NOT just agree with this brat” while cy’s trying not to crack a smile 😭😭😭

“yep, and I didn’t like them. but I like Miko”

SAY IT LOUDER MOTHER IN LAW!!!!!!!!!

when miko finds out rosa actually likes her, she’ll be so determined to learn french and beg evren “please teach me please baby pleaseeee 🥺” and i imagine evren finding it funny like “why do you wanna learn so badly all of a sudden?” “i wanna impress your mom” “you already know she likes you” “yeah but STILL”

also rosa pointing out that evren got his eyes from her shsjsksk pls that’s so cute i can imagine ev feeling kinda self-conscious like “mom…” with a slight eye roll but he’s smiling shsbsjsjsj cutie pie <3333

AND EVREN PROPOSING 😭😭😭😭 please idk why but i can imagine him doing that thing where he would purposely kneel in a way that would get miko thinking “oh my god is he….” just for him to tie his shoelace then he’d do it again and miko would once again think “this is it isn’t it” but it’s still not then evren does it again and miko’s just like “haha very funny evr-” then she instantly shuts up because evren holding out a ring this time and proposes for real 😭😭😭

#the way it took me hours to answer this because i was SAVORING each and every one of these hcs #ugh you know your hcs are ALWAYS scrumptious but something about these just had me in a chokehold 😩💘💘💘#evren x miko #mila ✨#nikka answers

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NedCan Week 2022 Day 1- Tulips/Flowers

@nedcanweek

Rating: T

Pairings/Ships: NedCan, past CanUkraine, minor GerEng, and minor BFT, minor AmeLiet

Word Count: 1257

Matthew Just Wants to have a Little Fun

Matthew really didn’t want to be there. First, he had to wake up at 6:00 AM to make it to the meeting on time, only to walk in and find an argument had already broken out. He hated crowds as is, but he hated loud crowds even more. Why he bothered to come to these meetings was beyond him. It wasn’t like he ever got a word in between the arguing and everyone talking over each other, and it wasn’t like their bosses listened to them to begin with. But then again, he had always been a high achiever and would never flake on his duties (how unimportant they seemed to be).

His morning was soon made better as he approached his seat. A colourful array of tulips had been left on the table in front of his name tag. Matthew smiled timidly, his heart skipping a beat at the gesture.

“Oooh, looks like someone’s got a secret admirer,” Alfred teased, flinging his arm around Matthew’s shoulder.

“Looks like it,” Matthew replied, trying to hide his knowing smirk. There was no secret to this admirer. It was May, and he was receiving tulips; there was only one person who would do that for him. Matthew hadn’t told anyone, at least not directly, that he was, in fact, seeing someone. Neither he nor his partner had wanted to make a big deal out of it, so instead, they decided to just let everyone around them find out for themselves. At this point, most of the people close to them seemed to have caught on, all except Alfred.

“Don’t worry Mattie, I’ll help you find this admirer,” Alfred assured him.

Now, Matthew could have done the right thing and told his brother that he already knew who left the flowers, but considering Alfred seemed to like to use him as a punching bag when they played sports together or that Matthew was one of Alfred’s favorite targets when it came to pranks, perhaps this would the perfect opportunity for some karma. “Okay,” Matthew agreed.

Then Ludwig entered, and the meeting commenced. Alfred promised him that they’d start their investigation at lunch to which Matthew had to hold in a giggle.

—

When lunch was finally called a couple of hours later, Alfred set off on his investigation. Matthew, on the other hand snuck into the hallway outside the conference room where he knew Jan would be waiting.

Sure enough, Jan stood a little way down, leaning against the wall. “Hey,” Matthew greeted as he approached.

“You look rather chipper,” Jan noted, “Did you get the flowers?”

“Mhm.” Matthew gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you. Made my morning.”

Jan never full-on blushed, but when he was flattered or flustered, his cheeks would turn slightly pink like they were right now.

“But there’s something else,” Matthew went on, “Alfred is now trying to find my ‘secret admirer.’”

“And you’re letting him?”

“Yes.”

“And he doesn’t know we’re dating?”

“No, he doesn't.”

Jan smirked. “How sneaky. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I’m just curious how long it will take for him to notice.”

“Then let’s go watch the show.” Jan wrapped an arm around Matthew’s waist and guided him back into the conference room.

—

Alfred looked around the room at all the nations that remained. Luckily many of those who were close to Matthew had decided to hang back for lunch giving Alfred a perfect opportunity to ask around.

He started with Gilbert. He and Matthew had been getting closer in recent years after Gilbert fell in love with maple syrup. Maybe he had fallen in love with more than just Matthew’s food. But when Alfred asked, Gilbert cackled and explained how he had actually been seeing Francis and Antonio for decades.

But he didn’t let it deter him. Maybe Ludwig was the admirer. Him and Matthew had many similar interests such as camping, and both preferred to keep to themselves when it came to social gatherings. But it wasn’t Ludwig either. The German nation was also seeing someone. And not just anyone, but Arthur. He at least had a feeling that Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio were closer than regular friends, but Ludwig and Arthur were quite the surprise. However, there was no time to dwell on it. He could ask Arthur about it after he figured out Matthew’s admirer.

As Alfred went from nation to nation, Jan and Matthew watched from the side. “He does realize you got tulips right?” Jan asked, “In May? Does he not know what that means?”

“Don’t think so. To be fair, that is our thing, and I don’t know if many realize it outside of our families.”

“Alfred’s your family though.”

Matthew shrugged. “But he’s also Alfred and doesn’t always pick up on these things.”

Jan nodded. The two watched as Alfred passed Ivan. For a moment, it seemed as though he was going to ask Ivan if he was Matthew’s admirer, but instead, Alfred glared and carried on to the next possible person. Matthew hid his face in the crook of Jan’s neck and just laughed.

Jan gave a small smile. Taking Matthew’s chin, he pulled him back up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “How about we give him a little hint,” Jan suggested.

Matthew gave him a wide grin.

—

Lunch was coming to an end soon, and Alfred wasn’t any closer to figuring out who his brother’s secret admirer was. He was about ready to give up when Katya and Carlos, Matthew’s two closest friends, walked in. Surely they would have some idea of who may like Matthew, and who knows, perhaps one of them was the admirer.

“Hey! Katya, Carlos!” Alfred called, “I’ve got a question for you about Mattie.”

Carlos rolled his eyes while Katya let out an amused huff at Alfred’s eagerness. “What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Did either of you by chance leave tulips for Mattie this morning?”

Carlos and Katya looked at each other in confusion before turning their attention to Matthew and Jan who were making out in the corner of the room. Carlos broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Katya?”

“It wasn’t me,” Katya tried to say as calmly as she could, but as she went on her amusement became hard to hide, “Matthew and I agreed centuries ago that we made better friends than lovers.”

“Carlos?”

“Not me,” Carlos chuckled, “But you may want to turn around.”

Alfred quirked a brow and turned his head to find his brother giving him a wicked grin as Jan kissed up and down his neck.

For a moment, Alfred seemed unable to form any coherent words, and instead, just stood, pointing as he tried to string syllables together.

“I’m sorry Al,” Matthew said sheepishly.

“Wh-Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“That was on me,” Jan chimed in, “I didn’t want to make a big deal about our relationship.”

“Well now that I know,” Alfred huffed, though Matthew could tell he was trying to hide a smile, “You two have to have a double-date with me and Tolys.”

Matthew laughed lightly. “Deal.”

“Okay everyone,” Ludwig’s voice rang throughout the room, “Time to get back to work.”

Alfred threw his brother and Jan a smile before skipping back over to his seat. Jan leaned down for one more kiss before heading off to his own seat. Matthew sighed. Time to get back to the boring and mundane, but at least he had fun for a little while.

#nedcanweek2022 #hetalia #hws #nedcan #past canukraine #minor bft #minor gereng #minor ameliet #fluff #humour #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #hws canada #hws netherlands #hws america #hws prussia #hws germany #hws ukraine #hws cuba

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not-xpr-art · 2 years

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But it ain’t no lie, baby BI BI BI (ballpoint pen drawing) ~

(06/2022)

I’ve been wanting to do a visual representation of my bisexuality for a while, so here’s a piece to reflect my feelings regarding attraction and gender!

I’m gonna go a little bit more into the meaning of this piece here, as well as a little bit of my creative process!

so my mum recently brought back some purple and pink ball point pens that the school she works at were throwing out (despite the fact they still work perfectly well smh...) & I figured they’d be perfect for me doing some kind of bi pride themed artwork!

below was my initial sketch btw! I knew I wanted 3 heads each in one of the 3 colours of the bi flag, and I knew I wanted them to sort of blend into one another, although I think I originally was planning to have them be more in the order of the flag (but I like my final piece and how it looks like the purple figure is coming out of the pink and blue figures!)

after this I went to my tumblr likes (since that’s where I keep a whole load of inspirational stuff in a disorganised pile lol...) to see if I could find some useful references of faces, cos although I didn’t really want the faces to be of anyone, I still wanted to have a base so they at least felt some what realistic lol

I settled on these three (photoshoot of luca marinelli by tony zecchinelli, kai isaiah jamal for CAP 74024 new romantic obsessions and promo shots of zhu zanjin for the c-drama mystic nine) since I felt all of them had a strong sense of genderfluidity which I wanted for this piece!

I followed the meaning of the bi flag colours (blue for different gender attraction, pink for same/similar gender and purple for attraction regardless of gender).

the blue section is both a reflection of my own sense of masculinity and my attraction to men/masc people! harsh lines, angles and logic are usually associated with masculinity, so I wanted to include that but with the idea that it isn’t always neat lines or angles, showing the many forms that masculinity can take!

also did this for the pink section, which is a reflection of my femininity and attraction to women/fem people, which is usually connected to curved shapes, which I made more ‘me’ by amping up the chaos lol... also made them kinda look like cells and wheels, suggesting a kind of fluidity and movement that comes with my feelings of femininity.

the pink with blue question marks in the blue figure’s eye was me expressing that feeling of confusion that comes with growing up bisexual, and having to come to terms with your attraction to both the opposite and same genders (it’s also to reflect how a lot of people claim that bisexual people are ‘confused’, or even the phrase ‘bi curious’, as if the very existence of bisexuality is something that should be questioned and critiqued... I think it’s honestly this attitude that meant it took me a long time to truly realise and appreciate my sexuality, since I kept believing I had to somehow explain myself again and again... something I still feel the need to do, which was partly why I wanted to make this piece, as a sort of signal to others AND myself that this is who I am and I’m PROUD of that!)

the purple section is more about my concept of genderfluidity, which I represented with a character from chinese opera called a ‘dan’, which was a female character that traditionally was performed by male performers dressed in what is essentially drag (xiran jay zhao did an awesome video where they recreated one of the looks and discussed the history of the character which is really interesting!) drag is something that intrigues me, especially in the way it emulates a purposeful performance of gender, which as a nb person feels particularly interesting to me!

(also, a lot of my childhood and teenage yrs had a lot of instances with me experiencing ‘drag’ like things in places such as pantomimes, music videos and films (shout out to borstal boy for dressing danny dyer as a woman in that one scene that did SO much for me as a young queer kid ngl lol), so it’s something that I intrinsically link to my sense of identity even if I’ve never actually tried doing drag myself lol)

I used triangles as the motif for the purple section because triangles just feel really genderfluid to me idk I can’t explain it lol (maybe it’s because I used to think love triangles were when three characters had feelings for each other pfft...)

although this is of course a very personal piece, I hope anyone who sees it and is bi feels some of the meaning I poured into it! everyone’s experiences with their gender and sexuality are individual, but there’s a feeling of joy and pride that I think is something we all feel once we’ve finally allowed ourselves to be comfortable with who we are <3

happy pride everyone, especially to all my fellow bisexual and nb peeps, and thank you for anyone who’s read this far lol <3

#artists on tumblr #bi pride #bisexual #pride month #ball point pen drawing #pen drawing #drawing #traditional art #bi #lgbtq art #queer art #pride #art #artist #only click read more if u wanna hear me talking about the meaning and process of this piece btw lol

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Skeleton, Shade, and Slime Chapter One: Spooky Scary Skeleton

When thinking about what kind of Halloween fic I wanted to do for Dead Cells or Hollow Knight I remembered I'd intended to continue Mute Buddies and how one of my ideas for that included how they'd react to to each other's 'deaths'; Beheaded to Ghost's Shade, and Ghost to the reveal that Beheaded is actually a ball of slime. And I figure that's pretty Halloween appropriate. And then I decided to add in this chapter because I realized Ghost, being a bug from a land full of bugs, probably has never encountered a being with an internal skeleton before and thus might be curious about it which is for sure Halloweeny. Also initially I had Ghost thinking of Beheaded as 'Friend' as a placeholder until I could come up with a better nickname Ghost might decide to refer to them as since they can't exactly introduce themselves (and Ghost doesn't even actually have a name) so they gotta come up with nicknames for each other. But then I decided I liked it like this so I kept it.

Just when the wanderer had been thinking perhaps that the island was at least somewhat friendly, they were proven wrong. Unlike their new friend, these beings had attacked them without hesitation, warning or seemingly real reason. Blood and other fluids now oozed from their broken bodies, much of it quickly washed away by the ceaseless rain.

Not having had time to properly study their attackers before the fight or really during it either, Wanderer took time to do so now. A few of them looked similar to Friend but differently coloured. They hadn’t moved the same though but far more clumsily. There was a big beast with a lantern of some sort that Friend had gone out of their way to target and take out immediately, indicating it had been dangerous. Wanderer would’ve liked to see in what way but whatever.

They walked over and sat on the ground by one of the monsters that looked like Friend. Its fog head and shining eye – or at least it seemed to be an eye of some sort – had gone out, leaving nothing but something stringy looking hanging out from the neck. Not really interested in that, Wanderer turned their attention to the thing’s arm. They pulled it out straight and stabbed their nail hard down into its forearm.

Yep,there was something hard in there. Confirming what they thought they’d felt while poking Friend earlier and while slicing into these monsters during the fight. Typically, soft beings were soft all the way through. Unlike a proper carapace, being inside, it didn’t offer much protection from blades and whatnot so what was the point? … Well it did stop the wanderer’s nail fairly well as they continued to press down on it, even rocking it back and forth a bit. So cutting off a limb would be difficult but drawing blood was still far too easy.

Curious to see it, Wanderer adjusted their grip on their nail and began slicing. Seemingly partially rotted – though it couldn’t be yet could it? It had just died – the flesh came away easy as did the layers of muscle and other tissues underneath. The rain washed away the blood and other fluids as they worked, quickly allowing them a good view of the ‘inner-carapace’. It was white and separated into two rods that likely merged back together past where the wanderer had revealed. They scrapped it with it with nail some more; despite the shared colour it didn’t seem to be made of the same material as their mask. That was probably about all they could glean from it though so…

As they put the arm down, Friend crouched down in front of them on the other side of it. They pointed at it and lifted their hands, making forward facing fists, holding them together and then lifting one while lowering the other in a quick sharp movement. Miming breaking something? Only one thing they could mean by that.

Wanderer was still curious so they nodded before standing to step back to give Friend more room.

Friend straightened in one fluid motion. They then hovered a foot over the exposed part of the arm before lifting it high and stomping their heel down hard, making an almost wet sounding crack. They weren’t satisfied yet though and stomped once more before stepping back.

Wanderer moved back in to bend down and pick up the hand part, turning it so they could see the jagged break. The ‘inner-carapace’ wasn’t solid all the way through but instead filled in with an almost sponge like structure. A quick look revealed that the part still attached to the main body had that same structure as well. Thus presumably all the of ‘inner-carapace’ stuff did too. What the purpose of that was, Wanderer had no way of knowing. Nor did they really care beyond the oddity of the thing as a whole.

These beings that inhabited this island definitely weren’t bugs but instead something entirely different and thus new to Wanderer. That was pretty cool. Worth the horridly long sea voyage to see? … Perhaps. Going back or moving onward was going to still suck though. That was for future them to worry about though.

So, satisfied with their examination for now, they put the hand back down and looked up at Friend, still watching them. Possibly just as curious as Wanderer was about them and the island and it’s inhabitants or perhaps not. Much like Wanderer themself, they could form no readable expression, making it hard to know what they were feeling. Which, coupled with them also being unable to speak, was why Wanderer had taken an immediate liking to them. Never before had they met someone who shared both those traits… not that they could remember anyway.

Regardless, Wanderer gave them a nod in thanks for their help in assuaging their curiosity somewhat before turning and continuing down the shore. The big building down there would hopefully have its roof be at least partially intact, allowing for a break from this endless rain. Friend could and would continue to follow or not as they chose.

#dead cells #hollow knight #mild gore #halloween 2022

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A wish for a different life - Adrien AUGreste Day 3+4

Still not feeling very chatty but here’s the second chapter. I wasn’t in love with it but couldn’t figure out how to redo it in a way I like so enjoy. @adrienaugust

Memories

“So mama says to order the food at least 30 minutes before. They use a separate food delivery service and since you’re ordering from 3 different places, you don’t want anything getting cold. She is curious why cannolies.”

“If they can stand up to going from hot to warm, then they’re good.” Adrien said, typing all the notes into his phone. “This gives me time anyway to start unpacking anyway. Hey, do any of you guys live the park? I’m not at the entrance that’s near here, but on the other side and I’m hoping I’ll have a walking partner once I know my way around.”

“Marinette lives right across the street from the nearby entrance. It’s really a straight shot. If you want, we can come meet you tomorrow.”

“Later in the week if that’s ok? Mom is insisting I take the 10-minute car ride, at least until the embassy gives us our metro cards.”

“Sounds like a plan. You’ve got our numbers, shoot us a call if you’ve got way too much pizza.” Nino said, as Adrien spotted the embassy car and headed towards it.

“I will. See you guys tomorrow!” he waved to his new friends and climbed in, still waving as the car pulled into traffic. He leaned back in his seat and looked at the group selfie Nino insisted on after hearing his lack of friends he had with the moving. He liked his class and the people he felt like he could call his friends. He hoped they didn’t have to move all of a sudden.

Life as a diplomates’ child was never easy. His parents, some of the best partners he would see in their job, weren’t the best partners in their social life. What had once been a strong force fell into fights when work increased and the moves would grind at their nerves. If Adrien hadn’t wanted to save the little tolerance his parents had for each other, they could have destroyed each other. No kid wanted to sit their parents down and tell them they thought they’d be better off separated, but it’s what he did. He’d felt like he had no one to talk to because he was so busy worrying about his parents and it was starting to affect his life more than he could ever want. New schools and his odd lists of hobbies didn’t help either. Very rarely did he make lasting friends, usually because the schools his parents placed him in were for the uber rich and he got sick of the backstabbing really quick. It might have helped with his colourful vocabulary, but it also made a lot of time for the things he loved now: cosplay, learning languages, playing piano, exploring. It was easy to hid his hurt and loneliness for a while with exploring the places he was in, even if it was for a week. But when he started wanting validation from online presence in a way that scared him, he knew things had to change.

His parents split, which ended up allowing them to talk better and they’d gotten reassigned to Italy again. The few friends he did still have were beyond excited to have him back and he could finally share his hobbies. Moves still happened and he was usually nervous about making friends, ones who didn’t turn their nose up at the odd things he liked doing, but this time he was sure he’d found a solid group, if not solid class. Minus Lila. She’d continued to glare at him for the rest of the day and the few comments she did make were either punished for or he took care of with an eyeroll and scoff that seemed to shut her up quick. He still didn’t get what the issue was with her. Maybe she didn’t like Italian people?

“Your mother wanted to let you know she’d be a bit late tonight.” The driver said, already pulling up to the house.”

“That’s fine. Gratzi.” That just meant he’d order the food a bit later, which was fine. Right now, he had unpacking to do.

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Adrien was singing so loudly in Korean, he almost didn’t hear the doorbell.

“Yes?”

“Delivery from Pizzeria Arrivederci, Respiro, Trattoria – Pizzeria and Jimmy 2 Fois?”

“Come right up!”

Adrien was glad he’d worked by room; the entryway table was already set up to hold the pizzas until he was done signing for them. while he waited, he turned the music down and then balked at the time. Their last apartment had a noise curfew and he was way past it. He was also a bit worried. He assumed his mother would be home by now, but he also knew his mom would text if anything was wrong. Not to mention that the security the embassy had. Still, with everything he heard about akumas and Hawkmoth, he couldn’t help but feel worried. He adjusted the headband keeping his bangs back when a knock finally came to the door.

“Coming!”

He opened the door to see a slight tower of boxes. It moved to reveal an older guy, maybe 2 or 3 years older than him, with blue dyed hair mostly covered by a yellow bike helmet. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a hooded jean jacket and his whole style screamed punk.

“3 pizzas and 3 orders of canolies, 1 order per restaurant. Party?” the delivery guy asked, allowing Adrien to take the boxes from him.

“Nope, just me and my mom. We’re from Italy originally and we do this whenever we move to a new place. Pizza and canolies, can they impress an actual Italian?”

The delivery boy hands him the receipts to sign. “Sounds like a dream come true to be honest. How often do you do this, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Pretty often. Mom’s a diplomat and we move more often than most families. There have been good and bad places. New York’s Italian was pretty amazing.”

“New York huh?” he accepted the signed receipts. “That must have been amazing, especially with all the heroes around.”

Adrien sighed happily, remembering his time there. “It was. We were in Little Italy, even though the embassy wasn’t anywhere nearby. English is hard but I didn’t care because it was like being home. Fresh pastries from the nonnas and all the pasta dough they’d give us just because? God, we kept one nonna’s famed marinara sauce for so long. I need to go back because it was amazing. The heroes weren’t too bad though. I was oddly never in their pathway.”

“you’re making me jealous. The akuma’s here are no joke. My sister was akumatized once and it’s not exactly a favoured memory. But we do have Scarlet Bug and Catseye. Even though they have to keep a distance for people’s safety, the city feels protected. Hopefully you’ll find a bit of that here in France.”

“I hope so. All my classmates seem to think they’re pretty amazing. One wants to know everything about them.”

“Ah, so you met Alya Césaire then?” the pizza delivery guy looked almost a bit exasperated. He wondered if Alya’s desire to know everything caused that with everyone who knew her. “I’m told she means well, but maybe you can be the voice of reason to get her to stop hunting for their identities.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Well then enjoy. Well, I’m Luka and these restaurants thank you for your patronage. Enjoy the rest of your night.” Luka winked at him and Adrien couldn’t help but stare a little as he walked away. The guy was cute, sue him.

He put the food on the coffee table and continued unpacking, watching the time roll by. This was weird. His mom was never this late. Throughout his many schools, he’d met a fair amount of diplomat kids. A lot of them talked about how they were mostly raised by nannies or au-pairs or by themselves if they were old enough. Even if his mom brought work home, she’d always be home before he went to sleep. The typing of her keyboard had many a time been his lullaby. Even when he’d been sick and insistent on being attached to his mother, she would keep him close and still work. She would always make time for him, even if it was just one day in the week they could spend together. she never thought he was weird for his interests. He was carefully stacking the boxes of photos near one of the walls in the living room. The one on the top most box was one of their recent ones. A photo from back in Italy on one of the many bridges in the city, he’d convinced his mom to dress in an outfit fit for a lady of court while he dressed accordingly. He’d been trying to get her to act all coyishly but she kept laughing. They were in stiches by the time the event was over. It was a favoured memory of his now.

He just wished he knew where his mom disappeared to now.

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He blinked awake, looking at the dim room. He couldn’t feel his arms and realised it was because he was laying on them on his front. He groaned and turned over, wincing at the feeling of pins and needles rushing down his arms. His eyes slowly adjusted and he saw he was in the living room. The pizza boxes where still on the coffee table. He opened one of the smaller boxes and looked at the filling leaking out of the cannoli. His mom, never made it home. He checked his phone and sitting with 2 missed call notifications was a text from his mom, letting him know she was staying at the embassy because of paperwork and she was sorry.

His mom never focused on work on their first day. She was always back and in time for pizza and canolies. He knew his mom’s work was important, but their tradition had never been backseat to it. He didn’t like it.

#adrien augreste #adrien aguast #lila wins and wishes for adrien's life #lila's mom is now adrien's mom

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Super Server Summer Exchange

My dearest most beloved @duck-ee it was a joy to get you in the server exchange because you are a dear to me. I really hope you like this <3

Sanji x OC platonic Law TW: Children SFW Word Count: 1,445

“Everything packed?” Law asked as he leaned against the car, hands in his pockets as he watched his brother slam the back of the car, grinning and giving him a thumbs up.

“That was the last of it yes!” Duckie replied and blinked when he felt grabbing and tugging at his trousers.

Big curious eyes stared up at him as Sora tugged more, Duckie sighed and ruffled the blond hair before he picked her up, seeing those beautiful blue eyes of his daughter he brushed the hair from her face.

“I’m just going on a small trip with uncle Law, you gotta stay here and look after Daddy okay? Make sure he behaves himself and doesn’t get in any trouble. You can do that for me can’t you sweetheart?” Sora nodded shyly a smile reaching her lips as she was tasked with something big.

“Come on then princess.” Sanji hummed and took the child from his husband’s arms, kissing the side of her face before leaning over and kissing his husband goodbye.

“Have a good weekend love, call me if you need anything alright?”

“I’ll be fine, Law’s a doctor, remember.” Duckie nudged Sanji, a smile on his face as Sanji rolled his eyes.

Duckie got into the passenger’s side of the car as Law got into the driver’s seat, he grimaced a little when his brother adjusted the seat, his long legs feeling too boxed in the way Duckie had it set before. He didn’t always trust Law behind the wheel, knowing he tended to get a little annoyed at other drivers and thought he had more rights than he did.

But he didn’t like to backseat, he would just gently remind Law it was his car.

They pulled out the driveway, Duckie waving to his family while Law gave a simple nod in farewell. The open road was all theirs, pulling away from suburbia for a weekend of reconnecting and just being brothers.

Duckie turned the radio on, just high enough to hear, breaking up the silence as they travelled but not enough that they couldn’t hear one another talking. Law turned the corner, leaving a busy town road in favour of a long winding county road.

“I’m glad you managed to get the weekend off, it feels like forever since we got to hang out,” Duckie said as he pressed a button on the side, the window opening enough to let in a nice summer breeze, ruffling his hair and filling his soul with the freedom only a road trip could provide.

“They’ve owed my time off for months I just put my foot down.” He hummed and glanced to his side to watch his brother close his eyes and let the calming effect of the wind wash over him.

“I know you love your family but I bet it’ll be nice to have some time to hear yourself think huh?”

“Yeah, it’s nice to have a moment to live at a slower pace, I know Sanji had it handled, if not we have family and friends who are always ready to drop everything and lend a hand right?” Law nodded with a smile, he thought about their parents, and how they loved their grandchild.

The drive was smooth, relaxing, talking about small things such as their jobs, their lives, and what they’d missed in the weeks they’d last spoken. Law is always busy and Duckie with his hands full with work and family. Trying to find a balance was difficult sometimes, it’s why this road trip was so precious to both men.

“I bet you’re worried, aren’t you?” Law asked, catching Duckie looking down at his cell phone for the tenth time in a minute.

“I can’t help it, you know me, I worry, worry, worry.” He said and leaned back in his seat.

“Sanji will call you when he needs you, don’t worry.”

As the two brothers drove the world whizzed past them and changed colours as the day started to change from summer blues and yellows to afternoons oranges and purples. Soon the inky blanket of nightfall draped across the world. The car’s lights lit up each side of the road, the bushes looking like ghostly figures creeping around the car.

Law looked out the window, the large, towering trees and hedges had decorated as the field came into view. He could see the stars brighter than ever, a sight he had missed, the towns and cities never yielding to the beauty of nature’s natural lighting.

He saw a gate coming up to the side and he slowed down, Duckie quirking a brow at him as he got off the road, parking in front of the tatty old gate, the car stopping, the lights dimming before going out. Law slapped his hands on his legs and turned to face his brother.

“Remember when we used to look at the stars when we were kids? How Mother and Father would point them out to us? We’d be cuddled under that awful heart print blanket they took everywhere.”

“They still have that you know,” Duckie said with a laugh at Law’s grimace.

“It’s older than us.”

“You know they are both sentimental people Law.. so why have we stopped? Just feeling nostalgic?” he asked as Law opened the car door, gesturing for Duckie to join him.

Duckie stepped out, shutting his door and watching as Law leaned on the hood of the car, his arms folded over his chest as he stared at the night sky, the constellations all shone their brightest for the two brothers, waving in the form of far-off twinkles.

Law could see Duckie from the corner of his eye get comfy next to him, rolling down the sleeves of his shirt as the night air was a little chilly for him. He stared ahead, trying to catch the same view as Law. He could remember the nights that their parents would tell stories about the arrangement of stars, going into details about their less scientific tales of them.

He closed his eyes as he thought back to the two boys being in their mother’s arms, telling them about how sailors would chart the waters using the gems in the night sky. He smiled and opened them again, watching a star fall from the sky, tumbling and falling.

The wish he made was that his child would experience these joys. Sanji and him bringing her out this far one night, telling her stories that they’d been told. Pass down the tales so she could one day do the same. The thought started to make him emotional, and his brother could see.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just... thinking about when we were kids, what things meant to me, to us and how I can’t wait to share that with Sora and Sanji…”

Law nodded, he didn’t say anything which prompted Duckie to lean against him “You still don’t like Sanji?” he asked and tugged at the sleeve of his hoody.

“I like him fine, I’m just not a people person and I don’t do the romance or having a family thing.” He explained and ruffled Duckie’s hair.

“I didn’t use to like him, no, the person he used to be I honestly wanted to punch him in the face. I was worried every time I got a text from you or every time you and Sanji disagreed that he’d said something. We both know the man he used to be.” Law sighed and itched the hair on his chin, watching the sky.

“But you made him a better person Duckie, he needed you to help him see the person he was, and I can see how happy he makes you, for once I’m glad I was wrong about something, about someone.” Law felt arms around his waist hugging him tightly.

Even in the dark, he could tell Duckie was getting emotional, how tears welled up in his eyes at the sentimental things Law had let out. It was times like this Law was honest and open and they could talk.

“I’m glad you were wrong too.. and yes, he makes me very happy.” Duckie nodded and felt his brother ruffle his hair once more.

“Good, because I know people…” Law’s smile turned into a smirk until Duckie elbowed him in the side.

“Law…”

“Come on it was a joke.”

Duckie chuckled and once again turned his attention to the sky, watching the stars as he thought about his family. His wonderful relationship with his husband, his beautiful daughter, and his loving family. He was lucky, he didn’t need any falling stars to grant his wishes, they’d all already come true.

#super server summer exchange #sanji x oc #one piece own character #sfw

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my-head-is-an-animal · 2 years

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Come Home

Chapter 10 18+

Jack showed her everything he could think of. Ova had an interest in the ocean life, so he took her to an aquarium and she got to see turtles and all sorts of coloured fish that she was amazed by. He took her further up the coast to see people surfing and jet skiing, he took her to all the best places to eat, played pool with some of the locals, and he taught her to drive.

At night they sat either in front of the fire and talked about more things he wanted to show her, or outside on the edge of the pond, talking about Olympus and how much she missed it. Jack wasn’t that interested in the war she was fighting, as far as he was concerned it was several galaxies away and with little chance of any of them still being around after ten thousand years.

Ova taught him to play a strategy game of her own, called Maze. It was about as complicated as chess, but the opposite player designed a strategically complex maze for you to navigate. Each move led to a decision and it was intense. He only won one game in the fifteen they played, but she was as equally excited for him as he was that he’d done it.

They met up with Daniel one day and Jack hung out with Teal’c while Ova learned about Earth cultures from different museums. She was excitable and curious and Daniel loved it, Jack just laughed to himself that he finally found someone as excited about fossils as he was.

‘She seems to be happy, O’Neill.’ Teal’c commented while they sat outside the museum waiting for them.

‘Yeah.’ Jack nodded, fidgeting a little.

‘There is only one day left for her to see Earth,’ he went on. ‘Do you think you will be able to convince her to stay in that time?’

‘I’m not trying to convince her to stay, Teal’c.’ Jack looked at his friend. ‘Her people might be out there and she’s gotta go find them. I’m giving her reason to come back if she… look, the more Ancients we have on our side, the better as far as I’m concerned.’ Jack worried his pause in speech would have given him away.

Teal’c regarded him for a moment. ‘Are you not curious about the five?’ Jack just sighed in response. ‘Major Carter believes the five to be beings of great significance and Daniel Jackson agrees with her.’

‘Yeah Teal’c, I am curious,’ Jack snapped, though Teal’c didn’t take offence in the slightest. ‘But right now, the important thing is to make sure Ova comes back home once she’s done what she needs to out there.’

‘Indeed.’ Teal’c hummed and continued to look out at the view of the museum in front of them.

Jack thought about what he wanted Ova to see next. In truth, he’d rather take her home and listen to her talk some more, but he knew that would lead his mind to other things. He tried not to think on her like that, she only had a day and a half left and he wasn’t going to be selfish about it.

She was spending time with Carter and Teal’c the next day, they’d scheduled in a flight in one of the planes used for close combat. Jack hoped she’d like that, a chance to see what the air force saw when they were flying into a war zone. She’d seen all the good things, but she was a soldier at heart and might have appreciated some of the more combative elements of human society.

Ova and Daniel were talking a million miles an hour about Ancient Egypt and how they eventually evolved into the Goa’uld they knew today, she was fascinated by the recording of the Egyptian Gods as well as those of Olympus and the Greeks. Ova had a sadness to her when he spoke of the twelve Olympians.

She moved the conversation along and Daniel took that to mean that the Greek myths may have had some grounds in truth as well. He wanted to press her, but the war wasn’t that long ago for her, so bringing it up was a risky move if he didn’t want to upset her.

Jack saw both Daniel and Ova coming out of the museum finally and decided they should all go to dinner. Ova loved hearing stories about their missions together, she especially loved the ones at Jack’s expense which he didn’t mind, only defending himself a little and not wanting her to lose her smile.

Carter joined them for dinner and they all went to a bar, Carter and Ova played pool and wiped the place clean between them. Jack just sat with a beer in hand watching how happy Ova was when she was surrounded by people and having fun. She really was beautiful.

Eventually it was time to go back home and they all said their goodbyes, Ova hugging Teal’c much to his surprise, but the stoic Jaffa just wrapped his arms around her in return and it was sweet in a way.

Ova talked nonstop about all the things Daniel had taught her and although Jack was barely listening, the sound of her voice soothed him. Once they got home, Jack decided it was another nice night to sit by the pond. He grabbed a couple of blankets and some ice cream, something she’d taken a liking to when they ate out.

Ova settled looking up at the clear night sky, she seemed at peace and Jack had half a mind to just leave her be, but his desire to sit beside her was more overwhelming than that.

Jack sat down and handed her a blanket which she wrapped around her shoulders and sighed into the comfort of it. He looked up at the stars with her for a moment, enjoying the sound of their surroundings.

‘So, which direction is Olympus?’ He asked. Ova looked at him and smiled, she pointed somewhere behind them.

‘It’s somewhere in that direction.’ She said, with a hint of sadness.

‘How far?’ Jack looked towards where she was pointing, the sky looked a little darker.

‘Very.’ She sighed and turned her attention back to in front of them. She wrapped the blanket a little tighter around her body and Jack instinctively shifted closer, putting his arm around her shoulders.

Jack hadn’t done that before, but it felt right and Ova didn’t mind, in fact she shifted so that she was leaning up against his chest. Jack didn’t risk anything else more forward, he wanted to though. He wanted to let his hand drift over her soft skin and make her sigh into his touch.

The entire week was spent with a heavy tension between them, Jack never stepped over the line, remembering what she’d said about relationships in her culture beginning with a sturdy foundation of trust. He didn’t dare do anything without her permission, but every time he thought he might have crossed a line, she only leaned into it. Maybe he was already there.

‘You excited for tomorrow?’ Jack asked, sipping his beer.

‘Yes.’ She said, quietly, seemingly enjoying the close proximity. ‘Very.’

‘Good. Carter can’t wait to show you how it all works and Teal’c… well, you know he’s… excited on the inside.’

Ova laughed and let her head rest on his shoulder. How had he not noticed how good she smelt before? It was a sweet mix of something he sort of recognised, combined with the smell of the museum she’d spent most of the day in.

‘So, what do you think of Earth so far?’

Ova inhaled deeply. ‘I think it’s beautiful.’ She spoke quietly and it made Jack’s heart skip a couple of beats. ‘I wish I could see more of it.’

‘Well, if you ever feel like coming back, I might be able to show you more.’ Jack distinctly felt her own breathing hitch and he was in two minds about whether to take advantage of it or not. ‘We have our own Mount Olympus, you know?’

‘Mm, Daniel told me.’ She was definitely tiring and Jack was a little upset that he wouldn’t get the whole night to talk to her.

‘We could go there next time?’ Jack offered. ‘It’s not sixty thousand feet or anything, but it’s still very impressive.’

Ova laughed, igniting him a little. She turned to see him and smiled, but something about staring into her eyes in such close proximity had her stilling. He was so close to her mouth, he could have kissed her, but he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate or even what she was indicating. He couldn’t mess it up. Jack cleared his throat, scanning his eyes over her face.

‘Is there…’ Jack cleared his throat again, feeling his whole body reacting to her gaze alone. ‘An Olympian custom I should be aware of here?’

‘No.’ She breathed. ‘If you want it, you should do it.’

She had no idea how much he wanted it.

Jack slowly slid his hand up her jaw and into her unimaginably soft hair. Her grey eyes that may as well have been black, fluttered closed at the mere touch. Jack lowered his mouth, grazing her full lips with his and hearing the softest sigh in existence. He pressed his lips a little harder and felt his body jolt with excitement.

He couldn’t resist kissing her deeper, with every move he made, he needed more, he wanted to drink all of her in. Jack was immediately addicted to her kisses, she tasted sweet like the dessert she’d eaten after dinner. Her hands drifting over his chest, gripping his jacket for support, he wished it wasn’t there, he wanted to feel her hands on his bare skin, he wanted her beneath him, pressed into him, above him, every which way she would allow him. He needed her.

Jack couldn’t help himself, he dragged his teeth over her bottom lip and heard a deep groan come from somewhere deep in her chest. He wanted to hear more, make more happen, but he was somewhat aware that he was still outside, and next to his empty pond wasn’t what he envisioned with Ova. He released her lip and breathed against her for a moment, his hand still deep in her hair.

For a while, they both remained close, their foreheads pressed together while they recovered. Jack could’ve sworn he heard her breathe a laugh at one point. He slowly opened his eyes to see her and she soon did the same, her dark eyes locked with his.

He smiled, still not saying anything, but he gently kissed her once more before they went inside where it was warmer.

Jack wasn’t sure why he’d stopped the kiss, she was clearly enjoying it and had no resistance to his advances. He wondered if he could have taken her to bed that night and shown her how he really felt.

They ascended the stairs to head to their respective rooms, Ova didn’t seem to be anticipating anything and Jack couldn’t help but smile at her for it.

‘What?’ She frowned, opening the door to her room.

‘Nothing.’ Jack still smiled. He slowly wandered closer to her and leaned on the wall next to her. There was so much he wanted to say, but no words would quite be enough to express what he was feeling.

Instead, Jack scanned every part of her pretty face, being unable to resist her light smile, he leaned down and once again pressed his mouth to hers. Her hands slid around his waist, making him stutter into his movements. His hands were suddenly in her hair, holding her against him as she became greedy for more.

Jack could feel her body pushing up to his, but he needed to know if he had her permission to do what he really wanted. She just tasted so good.

He pulled away just enough to ask her. ‘Ova-‘ he kissed her again. ‘You really-‘ another kiss. ‘Want this?’ He kissed her again, before pulling away enough for her to speak.

‘Please.’ It was a clear beg and there was no way Jack was passing up the opportunity.

Jack groaned, moving his hands down to hook beneath her legs, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist, he could feel her strength around him and a part of him was intimidated, the other part was excited. He felt the wall behind him as she pressed hungrier and hungrier kisses into him.

Jack was able to move enough to get them to his bedroom which thankfully wasn’t that far away. He kicked the door shut and lay her down on his bed.

He really didn’t want to stop kissing her, it felt like a lifeline, but his need to feel the rest of her skin against his mouth was starting to overwhelm him. Jack began kissing down her jaw and the first beautiful groan emerged from her mouth, he was addicted immediately, his hips pushing between her legs, pulling the second beautiful groan.

Jack descended down her neck, finding numerous points of sensitivity and attacking them with his mouth, tongue and teeth. He listened to the sounds that were the loudest and made mental notes to revisit those areas.

Ova’s hands ran over his body, feeling his shape and he wanted her to feel more of him, he wanted to feel more of her.

Jack ran his hands down her sides and over her legs, feeling how toned she was beneath her jeans and jumper. He ran his tongue up her neck, feeling her back arch as he captured her mouth in another searing kiss. He could feel her soft skin just above her jeans against the tips of his fingers.

Ova’s jaw dropped as the simple touch was enough to illicit another moan from her chest. It amazed him how easily she could feel pleasure from touch alone. He couldn’t wait to see what else he could make her do.

Jack slowly pushed her light jumper up and allowed his hand to roam the skin, he felt his hips rhythmically pushing against her and it was as much pleasure for him as it was for her. Ova panted hard between his kisses and Jack only allowed her moments to recover, before kissing her again and again.

He managed to push her jumper up enough that he could pull it off without her having to get up. Once he threw it to one side and looked down, he thought his heart might stop. God, she was so beautiful.

Jack groaned into another kiss, pushing his hips harder into her, before once again descending down her neck, but it wasn’t enough. Jack could feel her along the same line of thinking. He couldn’t help his smile as he got up on his knees, enough to take his t-shirt off and he was a little surprised when he saw that her eyes darting over his body, taking him in the same way he’d taken her in.

Ova’s eyes travelled down his bare chest, her fingers drifting over the skin, making his eyes close as he felt her softness cover his body. She felt his hips, his stomach, his chest, his shoulders. He felt her lips against his collarbone and his arms began weakening as he held himself above her.

Her lips consumed him in a way he’d never felt before, it was like warmth crashing over his body in waves, over and over again. Jack felt his chest heaving, gasping for breath as her mouth covered him.

Ova travelled up his neck, placing kisses, her tongue tickling his skin beautifully. ‘Jack.’ She breathed and it was his undoing.

Jack kissed her harshly, letting his bare chest press into hers, he could feel how warm she was, feeling her soft breasts against his chest. He didn’t hesitate, Jack descended all the way down her neck and tasted the soft skin over her breasts. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple, the moan that escaped in tandem with her hand in his hair and scratching down his back, was gloriously addictive.

Jack held her waist, moving his fingers to her jeans, slowly unfastening the button as he moved over her soft flesh, her sensitive skin igniting something more primal within him. He could hear his name on her lips, hear her begging for more.

He pulled her jeans down and ran his lips over the thin, sensitive skin that covered her hips.

‘Jack, yes.’ She panted. He pulled her jeans and underwear off the whole way and began kissing her inner thighs which were just as sensitive.

Jack glanced up to see her chest heaving breath into her lungs and he smiled at how beautiful she was laid out on his bed, ready for him, wanting him to go further, do more to her, for her.

His mind was a daze as he let his hands wrap around her toned thighs while his mouth worked towards her core. Jack ran his tongue over where he’d kissed, travelling closer and closer, before grazing his lips over her folds, teasingly, bringing out a stuttered laugh from her, before beginning on the other thigh and working his way up once again.

Ova sighed, panted, whispered encouragements, all of it was savoured, every moment banked in his mind, he wasn’t forgetting this any time soon. He was never going to forget the sounds she was making, the way her fingers delved into his hair, the way she felt around him, needing more.

Jack couldn’t resist any longer, he ran his tongue lightly over her soaked core and hummed, listening to her laugh a little as he tested her resolve. He was very confident that he could make her come undone quickly and was torn between going teasingly slow, and extracting as much pleasure as he could from her.

He decided he simply couldn’t wait to hear her come for him and began tracing every part of her, building her higher, worshipping her and soon she was there. Jack felt her convulse against his tongue, her moan of his name was heavenly and he needed to hear it again. The second it started to fade, he got greedy for more.

Jack gave her a moment to calm down, before trailing a line of soft kisses up her toned stomach. Suddenly she was bringing him up to kiss him deeply and passionately, tasting what he’d done to her. He was taken a back and for a moment, making Ova stopped.

‘Sorry.’ She panted, her voice stuttered. ‘Should I not have done that?’

‘No, you should.’ Jack suddenly croaked back. It was completely erotic and something Jack liked, but he’d found so few women who kissed him like that after going down on them. ‘You definitely should.’ He repeated, making her smile as he kissed her deeply once more. He groaned into her, needing more of what she was giving him.

Ova’s hands slid between them as she began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. He might have needed a minute before he could do anything, but it didn’t seem to stop her.

Jack helped her with taking them off completely. He stood up and threw both his trousers and briefs away, Ova looked up at him with a grin on her face that he enjoyed a lot.

She motioned for him to sit down and the second he did, she moved herself above him, her hands either side of his face, her darkened grey eyes piercing his. She was so beautiful. Jack slid his hands up her soft thighs, holding her hips just for a moment, before guiding her down around him.

Ova’s head fell backwards as he slowly slid inside her. Jack’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her surrounding him. He wrapped his arms around her body, holding her form as close as he could for just a moment, panting hard.

Jack opened his eyes just enough to see out of his window, the moon shining through, the sky littered with stars and the knowledge that somewhere out there her people were waiting for her to rescue them. He felt like he was a part of that mission, her grief, her desire, her determination to finish what was started, it was his as well.

He could hear Ova’s stuttered breathing as she took in what he felt as well. For a moment they were and the same person, with the same needs and wants, the same mission.

Jack allowed her to move over him, her hips rolling over his and every time she did, a bolt of desire and weakness shot through his body. She was perfectly made to fit with him, perfectly made for him to worship and he never wanted to know anything else.

He helped her reach another climax, he was close himself, but he couldn’t let this be over so soon. Jack took a moment to calm down, breathing deeply while he watching her blissful face recover a little. He didn’t know if he had the restraint to do that again and not follow her over the edge.

He moved them both so he was back on top of her, bringing her leg up so that it wrapped around him, he held her hip with one hand and cradled her face with the other, looking deep into her eyes as he rolled his hips into her slowly.

Ova’s eyes never left his as they breathed together, making love to each other, knowing that this was all that mattered. Jack could feel himself getting close, he whispered her name, placing a light kiss to her lips as he picked up the pace.

He could feel her clenching around him and knew if he could just hold out a little longer then they would come together. Ova’s nails dug into his back and it only spurred him on to thrust harder into her, hear her moans and quiet ‘yes’ as he pushed himself deeper and deeper.

‘Ova.’ Jack groaned and felt her come around him once more. He kissed her hard and his thrusts became stuttered as he tried to make the high last as long as possible for them both.

He let his head drop to her shoulder as he tried to regain control of his breathing, he inhaled her scent with every breath and never felt like he was alone for a single second, not while she was there and not while they were still a part of each other.

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The Eye of the World, Chapter 25 - The Traveling People

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(Leaves and vine icon)(1) In which we have to address a very common form of racism.

Perrin knows the wolves mean them no harm, though Bela and Egwene are nervous about them, and the only ones nearby are the three guiding them. He doesn't want to think about how he knows this.

Egwene offers Elyas a ride on Bela, and Elyas says no, firmly. Besides, Bela seems to be as afraid of Elyas as she is of the wolves.

Perrin thinks to himself that it's strange he hasn't dreamt of Baa since he met the wolves, his dreams are all very mundane, except that the wolves keep appearing in them, with their backs to him, as if guarding him from other bad dreams.(2)

One day they come across three mastiffs, who growl at them fiercely. Perrin starts swinging his sling, but Elyas tells him to put it away, and whistles, long and piercing. The dogs stand down, tongues lolling, all friendly now. They're meant to scare them off, and the wouldn't harm people unless they tried to go into the trees there.

Still patting the dogs, Elyas studied the stand of trees. “There’ll be Tuatha’an here. The Traveling People.” They stared at him blankly, and he added, “Tinkers.” “Tinkers?” Perrin exclaimed. “I’ve always wanted to see the Tinkers. They camp across the river from Taren Ferry sometimes, but they don’t come down into the Two Rivers, as far as I know. I don’t know why not.” Egwene sniffed. “Probably because the Taren Ferry folk are as great thieves as the Tinkers. They’d no doubt end up stealing each other blind. Master Elyas, if there really are Tinkers close by, shouldn’t we go on? We don’t want Bela stolen, and . . . well, we do not have much else, but everybody knows Tinkers will steal anything.” “Including infants?” Elyas asked dryly. “Kidnap children, and all that?” He spat, and she blushed.(3) Those stories about babies were told sometimes, but most often by Cenn Buie or one of the Coplins or Congars. The other tales, everybody knew. “The Tinkers make me sick sometimes, but they don’t steal any more than most folks. A good bit less than some I know.”

Perrin asks if they shouldn't ask these people if they can make camp with them for the night. Elyas is reluctant, eventually agreeing, but warning Perrin and Egwene to do as he does, don't pay attention to anything the Traveling People say, and keep their secrets to themselves.

Their wagons are small houses on wheels, and all their carts, wagons, and clothes are in bright, wild colours. There's lots of music and laughter, children playing, until they take notice of Elyas and company, at which point a total silence takes over.

For a moment there was no sound at all, then a wiry man, gray-haired and short, stepped forward and bowed gravely to Elyas. He wore a high-collared red coat, and baggy, bright green trousers tucked into knee boots. “You are welcome to our fires. Do you know the song?” Elyas bowed in the same way, both hands pressed to his chest. “Your welcome warms my spirit, Mahdi, as your fires warm the flesh, but I do not know the song.” “Then we seek still,”(4) the gray-haired man intoned. “As it was, so shall it be, if we but remember, seek, and find.” He swept an arm toward the fires with a smile, and his voice took on a cheerful lightness. “The meal is almost ready. Join us, please.” As if that had been a signal the music sprang up again, and the children took up their laughter and ran with the dogs. Everyone in the camp went back to what they had been doing just as though the newcomers were long-accepted friends.

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“What was that about a song?” Egwene asked. “That’s why they travel,” Elyas said, “or so they say. They’re looking for a song. That’s what the Mahdi seeks. They say they lost it during the Breaking of the World, and if they can find it again, the paradise of the Age of Legends will return.” He ran his eye around the camp and snorted. “They don’t even know what the song is; they claim they’ll know it when they find it. They don’t know how it’s supposed to bring paradise, either, but they’ve been looking near to three thousand years, ever since the Breaking. I expect they’ll be looking until the Wheel stops turning.”

Elyas explains that the man who greeted them is named Raen, but his title is Mahdi, which means "seeker". Raen leads them to his wife, Ila, who reminds Perrin of Mistress al'Vere. A young man comes to the fire, about the same age as Perrin, and Ila introduces him as their grandchild, Aram. He flirts mercilessly with Egwene.

Perrin comments that the dogs are big, he's surprised they let the children play with them. Aram tells him they won't hurt them, the dogs are trained in the Way of the Leaf. Egwene asks what that is.

Aram gestured to the trees, his eyes fastened intently on hers. “The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men. And women.” Egwene stared back at him, a faint blush rising in her cheeks.

Basically, the Way of the Leaf is absolute pacifism. There is no excuse for violence, ever, among the Tuatha'an. Better to die than to do violence to someone attacking you. Perrin has a lot of trouble understanding this, and it's clearly the source of the trouble between Elyas and these people, and why he told them not to pay attention to the People's nonsense.

Raen turned back to Elyas. “My old friend, how many times must I tell you that we do not try to convert anyone. When village people are curious about our ways, we answer their questions. It is most often the young who ask, true, and sometimes one of them will come with us when we journey on, but it is of their own free will.” “You try telling that to some farm wife who’s just found out her son or daughter has run off with you Tinkers,” Elyas said wryly. “That’s why the bigger towns won’t even let you camp nearby. Villages put up with you for your mending things, but the cities don’t need it, and they don’t like you talking their young folks into running off.” “I would not know what the cities allow.” Raen’s patience seemed inexhaustible. He certainly did not appear to be getting angry at all. “There are always violent men in cities. In any case, I do not think the song could be found in a city.”

Perrin comments that not hitting someone back would be encouraging them to hit him whenever they want, people will take advantage of those they think of as weak until someone shows them they can't. Aram says some people just never overcome their base instincts. Egwene thinks it's interesting, "to meet someone who doesn’t believe his muscles can solve every problem.".

Aram invites Egwene to dance. Ila says their supper is ready, but Aram says they'll eat with his mother, both of them. Perrin apologizes to Ila and Raen for his comments, and Raen says that Aram sometimes finds the Way of the Leaf a difficult path to walk, some people always do. Perrin asks what happens to someone who can't follow the Way. Raen says they leave, to live in the villages. Ila adds that they can never be happy.

Raen asks if Elyas has seen any of the People since the previous spring, when they last saw him. He says no, he doesn't like groups of people. Raen only asks because he's heard a story that might interest Elyas. Some of the People were crossing the Aiel Waste, as they do sometimes as one of the few groups of people the Aiel will tolerate in their lands,(5) and came across a group of young women who had gone into the the Blight to fight Trollocs. It's not an uncommon calling among Aiel, and their women can join a warrior maiden's society among them, Far Dareis Mai, the Maidens of the Spear, and fight right alongside men.(6)

Well, all the women in this group were dead but one, and though it was clear she loathed the Tuatha'an, she had a message she needed to pass on before she could let go of her life.

“From trophies the Aiel carried, it was obvious they were coming back from the Blight. The Trollocs had followed, but by the tracks only a few lived to return after killing the Aiel. As for the girl, she would not let anyone touch her, even to tend her wounds. But she seized the Seeker of that band by his coat, and this is what she said, word for word. ‘Leafblighter means to blind the Eye of the World, Lost One. He means to slay the Great Serpent. Warn the People, Lost One. Sightburner comes. Tell them to stand ready for He Who Comes With the Dawn. Tell them. . . .’ And then she died. Leafblighter and Sightburner,” Raen added to Perrin, “are Aiel names for the Dark One, but I don’t understand another word of it. Yet she thought it important enough to approach those she obviously despised, to pass it on with her last breath. But to who? We are ourselves, the People,(7) but I hardly think she meant it for us. The Aiel? They would not let us tell them if we tried.” He sighed heavily. “She called us the Lost. I never knew before how much they loathe us.” Ila set her knitting in her lap and touched his head gently.

Raen thought Elyas might help them make more sense of it, though Elyas gestures at him not to say why. But no, Elyas knows no more than they do.

Egwene comes back, and Perrin is almost jealous for a moment,(8) at least protective, before apologizing. Egwene had fun dancing, and he's glad for her. Then she hugs him and cries, and asks him to tell her they're alive, all their friends. He does so, and she scrubs her cheeks and goes with Ila to find a bed to sleep in. Perrin despairs that Rand would understand what just happened.(9)

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(1) So, not just woodcraft or Nynaeve, but many things that relate to the natural world or live or move less in human civilization circles. (2) We know Mat and Rand are both still getting the dreams. How curious, that the wolves seem to be a protective force. How lucky for Perrin. (3) I am not from or deeply familiar with any sort of Romani or adjacent culture. I am not an authority on any of this. But, from what I've learned from trying to pay attention when people say "that harms us", I'm going to try not to use the more recognizable t-word that's used in the text outside of quotes, just like we should all stop using the g-word for similar groups of people in our world. There are always some people who self-identify with reclaimed slurs, but the rest of us don't have to go normalizing the use of a slur that still causes harm. Yes, these are sort of a mix of the Irish Travellers and the Romani. YMMV on whether you think this is a respectful interpretation of a group serving a similar cultural purpose in this fantasy world. I am not qualified to say either way, though I think RJ going out of his way before we meet a single one to say "hey, all those things you believe about these people are lies, they're just people who move around a lot and believe in absolute pacifism" goes a way to being more respectful than a LOT of times this sort of archetype is invoked. The Tuatha'an are so lovely here, I hope that they can be charitably read as an attempt at respectful portrayals of some badly maligned real life cultures.

(4) The Song, huh? What importance they place on it, that it is their greeting, their entire purpose for being. What is the Song, do you think? Is it as simple as it sounds, a tune from the Age of Legends that can heal all ills of the world? Or might it be more complex than that? We did see Lews Therin make reference to "the Singing" as an event in the prologue, could that be related? (5) Gleemen, peddlers, and Tuatha'an can cross safely (though, if the Aiel people's distance is any indication, more because they're tolerated at a distance, less because they're welcome), and merchants from Cairhien could "before the Tree, and the Aiel War." Well, we HAVE heard of a tree, the Tree of Life, and a man's sin that caused a breaking of a peace. Tam's fever rambles, it was. Could that have anything to do with this? (6) The first we've heard of women who can fight. Well, except Tam also mentioned a group who "let their women fight alongside the men", and one of those women was giving birth, before he told Kari he knew she'd always wanted children… Do you begin to see what I mean about immaculate setups in this series? And this is still only book one, not twenty chapters removed from the Westwood. Now, you might not be expected to see all of this on first read, but I don't see as why I can't point you in the direction of things you already know and could, reasonably, connect the dots to. The Aiel War must have been where Rand was born, where Tam was a soldier. Now, if you go back, you can have a chuckle at Rand thinking everything's going to hell so hard, he might soon meet "a black-veiled Aielman". (7) Now, here's where I think the deliberate ignorance goes a little too far. Most people call themselves "the people". Most people's words for themselves are "the people", as if they are the only people. Sometimes you'll get a "the people of the [region]", but I suspect that has more to do with contact with other people than it does, like, awareness in the cultural origin. But, most people know that, right? Like, you talk to any other group of people and you figure it out pretty quick.

(8) If hundreds of people hadn't already started shipping them, this would kick it off. Who knows, Min did say that Egwene wasn't meant for Rand the way that Rand and Egwene wanted.

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