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#I’m looking for glitter and pompoms
thelivingmemegod · 22 days
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Thoughts on (our beloved) Claudie's collection?
Claudie our beloved-
Meet outfit!
So. So s o cute she looks chefs kiss, she’s so cute. The print on her dress is this adorable gingham and the off-set striping is surprisingly endearing?? I love the Peter Pan collar and the color combo of white, blue and teal. The little hat and satchel you can buy are so fucking cute too.
Her curls make me so very happy, it’s not part of the outfit but her HAIR 😭 /pos
Pjs!
These get a section for yellow and purple being a fire combo and FOR HER BONNET- adorable.
Travel outfit!
Cute as a buttonnnn her little blue bow tie 🥺
Her pokadots are teeny but I don’t tend to like lil dots like that myself so eh. Her hat is darling and they brought back the little blue bow on the side of it. Her travel boots are plain but adorable too.
Performance outfit!
my HEART THIS ADORABLE MAGENTA SATIN DRESS I WILL SCREAM-
I like the triple tiered black ruffles on the skirt and the sleeves, the belt actually isn’t satin which I like, it feels like this dress was made to fit with the Maryjane’s from her Meet outfit which I like. Like I think they fit better than the actual shoes that come with it.
I also like that those shoes don’t fit perfectly though, because things don’t always fit together perfectly like that and her performance shoes have liddol bows it’s so good-
Winter outfit!
Cutie pie is bundled up and in style! What could easily be a boring winter trench is kicked up a notch with a white fur lining, pompom straps, gold detailing, three big ol’ black buttons and an adorable matching beret. I love how much of a hate girlie Claudie is. I also love her little fur bag, I love when a bag matches the fit.
Flapper dress!
I love the long scallop trim with at the bottom that’s a nice touch and invokes the tassels of your average flapper dress without just being them, the strips of lace-stuff in the middle of the dress add interest so it’s nice without the fur coat (but I do love a fur coat for the drama) and speaking of drama. BIG ASS BOW WOOO
Fur trim outfit!
I have no idea what she’s going for but I like the outfit itself. The Metallic shirt and head wrap (especially the head wrap, I’d wear that irl-) are really nice. I’m always impressed with doll tights. The plain skirt so the top and tights can be heavily patterned is great, lots of interest throughout. The fur wrists cuffs and neck are tbh kinda random but I’m here for it!
Glitzy gown!
GLITTERING GOLDEN GODESS WOOO-
Love the headpiece and caplet, love the drama. I love that the area where the caplet overlaps with the dress is lined in white sequins so you can tell at a glance and I ESPECIALLY love how the caplet comes up to this little white sequin choker look.
I also really, really love that without the cape and headpiece this could really just be an adorable sequin dress but you add two things and BOOM GLIMMERING GODESS energy-
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wrightsburghusa · 1 year
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Carol Brandenburg 10/4/2022
WB Gazette Article C15
Record Breaking Homecoming!
It’s that time of year again. Go Devils!
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I’m of course referring to the Football team of our great Frances Lee Wright school, who had a record breaking home game against the Hathian Gators, an explosive start to this season.
I was there, supporting the Wrightburgh Fighting Devils of course… and after half time, wearing a red foam Devil horn headband. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Ray Desilvio of Ray’s Pizzas was there to give us the play-by-play and to support his son Gabe, who plays for the Fighting Devils. Before the action started (and during half-time as well) we were treated to a display from The Marching Inferno!, otherwise known as the Frances Lee Marching band.
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Both the Marching Inferno and the Fighting Devils were loudly cheered on by the Demonettes cheer squad with their sizzling hot stepping, energetic displays of athletics and glittering Devil Red pompoms.
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The Demonettes!
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The Marching Inferno!
The game itself was impressive, especially as a first match of the season.. The teamwork of the Wrightsburgh lads was impressive, with Adrien Lefluer, Gabe Desilvio and Kevin Walker almost acting as if they could read each other’s minds. The Gators were stunned and did what they could, but nothing was stopping the Devils, especially with all the crowd on side and chanting… and at half-time Eaton Wrights record for most touchdown passes in a Homecoming game looked like it was seriously under threat even with the Gators landing a Touchdown just before time ran out and halftime was called.
At Halftime, it was Devils 21, Gators 10. Chillidogs were had, and Devil’s horns headbands were passed out. There were even a few fireworks at the end of the half-time display.
Somehow the Gators rallied a little in the second half, but were still unable to prevent Walker adding another touchdown for the Devils.. 28-10. He celebrated by tossing the ball to his sweetheart in the bleachers.. it flew over my head, and the girl who was sitting behind me caught it with a loud cheer. She’s got a good catch there.
To chanting from the Demonettes, it is then Desilvio’s turn to get a Touchdown, catching the ball in the end zone and bringing the score to 35-18. Which given the pass came again from Lefluer, meant that young Adrien had tied with Eaton’s record… but would he manage to surpass it?
As time began to tick away, it looked like the answer was going to be no… the Devils got the ball with just 15 seconds on the clock, and I even heard Eaton say there wouldn’t be enough time to break the record, expecting them to just kneel and let the clock run out, they were so far ahead it was already definitely a win.
But Adrien Lefluer and his team surprised us and the Gators, launching into a hail Mary throw right into the end zone… Desilvio made a great leap, just barely catching it… and it was the 5th Touchdown that broke the record. There was stunned silence, then everyone broke into cheers and applause.
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So congratulations once again to the Devils and to Adrien Lefluer for breaking one of Eaton Wright’s records. Eaton gave the up and coming star a thumbs up… and I heard that Adrien was also selected as Homecoming King this year, a well deserved reward.
To finish, let me say once again, Well-done Devils!
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loafslibrary · 2 years
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Sunshine and Sunflowers (Sundrop x Reader) - Part 2
Part 1  ___  Part 3, Part 4
Description:
Sundrop’s feeling for you are beginning to bubble up as seep out. How long can he continue to keep this a secret from you?
Theme/Category:
Fluff, Angst
Warnings:
None
Authors Note/s:
Might update this chapter later, not too sure, but enjoy anyway!
Thanks for the support on the story so far! 
(AFAB, She/Her pronouns used for reader)  - 🍞
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Every time you entered the daycare, Sundrop felt his internal fans spin just a little faster, his processors run just a little slower, his coding go a little haywire. He couldn’t help it. You were so kind, and sweet and gentle. You treated him no differently than any of your other colleagues. In his eyes, you were the best. He’d even go as far to say you were perfect.
‘She’s also super pretty too’.
More often than not, Sunny would try to not engage with Moon, avoiding his other half at all costs, keeping the lights on, not responding to his thoughts. But this time he had to agree.
“Yeah, she’s super pretty!”, he beamed as he doodled on some spare sheets of paper with some pens from the daycare.
‘Too pretty for us’.
That comment caused Sun to pause as he felt as though a mechanism had jammed in his chest cavity for a moment. He continued with his doodling, deciding to ignore Moon once again.
The felt-tip pen squeaked as he scribbled across the paper, noticing the ring from the other day that he kept on. The one you had made him. Wearing it made him feel special. It reminded him that someone liked him. Even if Moon only thought it was just a little bit, if you even truly liked them at all.
There was then a clatter as the daycare door opened and shut. Sun dropped what he was doing to head out to his platform overlooking the ball pit to see who it was.
And there you were, with your bright eyes and pretty smile. Like someone out of the fairy tales the two of you had read together. Just the sight of you had him giddy with excitement. He couldn’t help but spin himself around with a laugh of pure joy before diving into the ball pit.
“Morning Sunny! How are you?”, You called out to him taking a sip of your hot drink as you began to set up the arts and crafts table for the morning.
“I’m great now that you’re here, best friend!”, he called back as he exited the multicoloured sea of plastic spheres and hurried over to wear you were. “Did you get enough sleep? You look tired! Why don’t you rest while I organise the table”, he offered, trying to grab all the supplies he could.
“I’m fine Sunny!”, you giggled as you placed three different types of glitter glue on the table, followed by colourful tissue paper, glitter, pompoms, googly eyes and more. “If you want to help, since I’ve got this covered, why don’t you get the cart of musical instruments out?”, you suggested.
“Oh! Will we be singing today?”, Sundrop asked, practically bouncing off the walls in excitement.
“If you want”, you smiled winked.
Here came the whirling of the fans again as his system began to heat up. Sun grabbled his faceplate in a flustered panic and began heading towards the supply cupboard, having to turn away before you noticed the state he was in. Why did this happen every time you did anything? He hadn’t experienced this with any of his other friends or the other staff members. It wasn’t a bad feeling though. If anything, he kind of… liked it?
‘Don’t play dumb’.
Sunny ignored Moon, continuing on his way to collect the music cart. It was covered in bells, a triangle, xylophones, drums, tambourines, flutes, kazoos etc. Sun loved the days the music cart was brought out. Even though the kids didn’t really have any rhythm or skill yet when it came to the instruments, he loved seeing them try, and he always loved the sing-alongs. You didn’t sing much, but when you did it felt like he was lost in a trance.
The animatronic quickly wheeled the cart over to you from the supply closet, pushing off with his foot and leaning on it, allowing it to carry him half the way back. The cart slowly rolled to a stop, just a meter short of you.
“Thank you, Sunny!”. With that, everything was set up for the day. You dusted off your hands and stretched your arms above your head.
“What song are we gonna to use today?”, Sun asked, hurrying over to you, wanting to be close to you while the daycare was still quiet, before the kids pulled him away to play.
“Oh! I found the perfect song to teach the kids!”.
“Which song is it!? Now you have to tell me! You have to!”, Sun whined, standing behind you, holding gently onto your shoulders and switching from ear to ear in excitement.
“Have you ever heard the song ‘You Are My Sunshine’?”, you asked, trying to muffle your laughter. You couldn’t help yourself, Sundrop always made you laugh with his goofy antics, as if you didn’t have a care in the world, and to him your laugh was sweeter than any music he’d ever heard.
Sundrop placed a finger to his chin, tapping the bottom of his face plate in thought. “I may have heard it… you’ll have to remind me! How does it go again?”, he shrugged. You in response rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that he was just trying to find an excuse to hear you sing.
“You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You’ll never know, dear How much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away”.
You sang softly to him. You could have sworn you heard his internal mechanisms wheezing as he listened. Maybe he needed maintenance because it sounded like he kept overheating (if the sound of his fans were anything to go by).
A moment went by and Sun had not moved, or spoken. “Sunny, are you okay?”.
The animatronic quickly pulled himself out of his daze, growing flustered once again as he noticed he had been staring right at you. He couldn’t help himself. After hearing those words leave your lips, he couldn’t help but feel as though you picked that song for him. Only him. He was your Sunshine. Your only sunshine.
“Ah! S-Sorry buddy! I-I must have zoned out”, he stammered out, with a nervous laugh.
‘Smooth’.
“How are you going to be able to help today if you zone out!”, you teased, taking the sides of his faceplate and squeezing gently. He was too sweet. You just wanted to pinch his cheeks, but that wasn’t possible, given its hard texture, so you had to settle for second best.
Though, the combination of your teasing tone, the thought of him being your sunshine, you being so close and the feeling of your gentle soft hands on his face plate were sending his programming into overdrive. He felt the electricity buzzing under his casing, and his internal fans began to whirl harder as his body began to heat up. You really had him flustered.
“Heh, you probably shouldn’t do that”, he warned, attempting to sound cheerful as ever. He would just pull away, take a step back, but he just… couldn’t….
You cocked an eyebrow at the comment, frowning slightly as you pulled your hands away. “What do you mean, Sunny?”.
‘Oooooh! She’s onto your little secret, Sunny’.
Sun was about to begin blubbering out excuses and attempt to fib his way out of the topic of conversation when the gate to the daycare opened and the first child of the day entered. Instantly, your attention was on the little boy.
After about thirty minutes, all the children had arrived and everyone was focused on their drawings, models, paintings, or whatever else they decided to make with the craft supplies. Sunny was sat between two of the kids, helping them with their drawings when asked, while you were on the opposite side of the table.
Just like he had that morning, Sunny found himself drawing. He preferred drawing over any of the other art mediums. It was the least messy, he had a lot of control over how the finished piece looked. Although, recently, he found himself only being able to draw things that included you. He looked down at his page that now had a drawing of the two of you on it. You were hugging each other, and he had added a few hearts around the two of you. Sunny then proceeded to add googly eyes to the two of you and decorated the blank spaces of the page with sunflower and sun doodles, as well as glitter glue.
“Why are you drawing her?” one of the children next to the animatronics asked. Before Sundrop could cover the drawing up or respond, the child had noticed the hearts and began giggling. “You love her! You love her!”, they chanted, now standing on their seat, pointing at Sunny.
“L-L-LOVE!?”, he squawked, his whole system over heating with embarrassment as it seemed as though all the kid’s eyes were on him now, steam staring to seep out of the panels near his neck.
‘Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what they are talking about. They are talking about this pathetic crush you have on this girl that will never feel the same about us’, Sunny heard Moon growl harshly, which only made him feel worse.
“What’s all this about?”, you asked, the conversation across the table capturing your attention since most of the children were focussing on the discussion between Sunny and the child now standing on their chair.
As Sun was attempting to get them to sit down and relax, they blurted out, “Sundrop is in love with you!”, earning giggles and squeals of delight from the rest of the table.
“No! No! No! No!”, Sundrop wailed to himself, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment, but as you began to speak, he couldn’t help to peak out from behind his fingers to watch you.
“Now, Jamie, was that your secret to tell?”, you asked, which caused the table to fall silent, along with the yappy child who had told you said secret. “It wasn’t, was it?”. With that, the child shook their head softly. “Sunny probably didn’t want you or anyone else knowing about this. You can see that you’ve made him upset because you told everyone. We only tell other people’s secrets if you think it puts you or others in danger- because we need to keep each other safe”. You tried your best to explain secret keeping to the children, but even as an adult it was a complex enough topic. “Now, I think you should apologise, don’t you Jamie?”.
“I-… I’m sorry Sundrop”, the child apologised, hanging their head in shame.
‘Naughty children must be punished!’.
“I-It’s okay friend! No harm done!”, Sunny beamed, although he still sounded super uneasy and put on the spot as he grabbed the drawing, scrunching it up and throwing it under the table before you could see it.
‘Don’t let her see it. She’ll reject us and then she’ll leave us here all alone!’. Even moon was now beginning to sound panicked.
Surely you wouldn’t leave them. You were kind, sweet, caring. Someone like that wouldn’t just leave a friend. Right?
‘She’s just pretending to be nice! It’s her job!’.
Sun’s mind was reeling with thoughts to the point he was convinced his system may shut down temporarily. What was he going to do!? You were his best friend! If you left because he now made you feel awkward, it would just be him and Moon.
Warm fingers gently clasped around his, quickly pulling him from his thoughts, along with his favourite voice in all the Pizza Plex. “Sunny, are you alright?”, you asked him sweetly, softly.
“Yes! Yes! All good!”, he responded a little too quickly, which caused you to gently squeeze his hand in a reassuring manner.
“It’s okay. I know the kids were just teasing you”, you offered as warm smile in his direction.
“Yeah! You know how kids are!”, he forced a laughed, hoping he could keep cool until the end of the day.
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piraticusdorm · 2 years
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Piraticus Chapter 5: [Fairy]
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The sun is at it’s peak, light merciless, and Gwen realizes her mistake as soon as she turns to look up and it blinds her eyes. Quickly she rubs them as to shake it off, looking a second time more carefully.
She finds adorable pompom boots hanging in the air, followed by an equally cute belt and cravat, finally leading to a delicate face and eyes that sparkle in rainbows. The pointy ears and wings clearly marking the person in front of her as a fairy, and a beautiful one at that. Gwen blinks a few times, both in surprise and trying to mitigate the burn from the sunlight on her eyes.
???: Didn't you hear me!? Kick them out already!
Krok: Shut up Tink.
Tink: You dumb lizard! I'm the Vice-Leader remember!?
His voice is shockingly musical despite yelling in anger, Gwen notices right away the subtle bell chime that rings after each word. Even while furrowed in disdain, his eyes shimmer in an ever changing swirl of colors. Gwen faintly recalls videos of glitter nailpolish and finely cut gems, but the eyes of the fairy are far more captivating than any of those. So lost is she for words, she only snaps back to reality as Grim climbs her shoulder and almost throws her to the side, Gwen regaining her footing at the last second.
Grim: Him!? Vice-leader?
Tink: What’s that supposed to mean you creepy little rat!? That's right, I'm the Captain's first mate, and I'm telling you to 🔔🔔 off!
Krok: ...It’s because you always make trouble that they’re here.
Tink: HAH!? Say that again and see what happens.
Krok: You heard me.
The vice-leader lowers slightly in the air, chest out as he glares as the crocodile. The slight crease in the latter’s eyebrow could be his own glare. The air feels tense for a moment, fists and jaws clenching.
▶ You're so sparkly
It’s a whisper, dragged on by Gwen’s awe and childish glee. Oh how she wants to touch those precious wings and keep gazing into those eyes. Tink makes a face, the corner of his mouth going south at Gwen’s hushed admiration. It distracts both men for a moment. Enough for them to set their little squabble aside. For now.
Tink: Tch. I’ll deal with you lizard later. As for you two, we don’t do tours, so scram.
Grim: Not before we make you pay!
Tink: Okay seriously what the 🔔🔔 is that? A gremlin?
Grim: I’M THE GREAT GRIM!!!
Tink: Close enough.
Gwen pats her little friend's ears in a bid to calm him. Then, straightening her posture and patting her skirt, she takes a deep breath, gathering courage.
▶ Good morning! Or, rather, noon. Might I ask, you can fly without a broom? Because you’re a fairy!? You're so sparkly, of course you must be one!
Tink: Ha? This isn’t a big deal for me. I don’t need to rely on dust or brooms like you losers. Must suck to be stuck on ground~
… Wait, are you stupid!? Why are you asking that out of a sudden? I told you to scram! We have enough as it is!
Krok: Don’t go yapping everything away.
Tink: I’M NOT! I-It’s lunch time, yeah, so we’re closed! We have a bunch of hungry people who are going to get veeeeery aggressive any moment. If any of them beats you up it won’t be our fault!
▶…I don’t see anyone around though
Tink: …
There’s a tense silence only broken by the chant of seagulls. Tink’s cheeks dust pink as Gwen looks around innocently the empty beach, while Krok smirks.
Grim: I can’t smell anyone nearby.
Krok: They’re all probably on the ship by now…
Tink: …That’s it. You’re all getting flung to sea.
Grim: OI GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!
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emmikmil · 2 years
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wiaww Day 12
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Prompts: Ice / Ugly Sweater / Hot Springs
Warnings: none for this one!
Word Count: 593
A/N: credit of the challenge goes to the dearest @cyantomatos
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"Do we really have to do this dollface?"
For the seventh time in the past hour you glare up at Bucky from your spot on the floor. "Bucky, please. You promised we can do this. We don't even have to stay at this party for long, just show our faces."  Bucky deflates and slumps down into the couch.
A few minutes later he peers down at you and the mess of crafts supplies surrounding you. A green sweater for him sits in your lap, currently getting pompoms sewn on. Various puffy paint, glitter, and googly eyes sit in neat piles all around the living room. You're well equipped to create two ugly sweaters for your company holiday party. Bucky was horrified at this year's theme, especially since he happily agreed to go before the ugly sweater theme was announced.
You put down his sweater and look expectantly up at him, waiting to meet his eyes. When Bucky's gaze drifts from the sweater to you, he has the decency to look ashamed at his whining. "You know baby, you don't have to go with me. Doesn't matter what you promised me, if you really hate this then you don't have to go."
Bucky slides to the floor in front of you and grabs your hands. The contrast of warm and cold hands soothe the achy sore spots in your overworked hands. "I'm sorry, I know this is important to ya. I'll go and wear this...thing proudly." He pokes the felt penguin sewn haphazardly in the middle. You reach out and peck his lips quickly, secretly rubbing a bit of glitter onto his cheekbone. Bucky smiles at you and kisses you again. "Is there anything I can do to help? To make up for being a scrooge?"
You gladly take him up on the offer, handing him your hot glue gun. "Can you glue some lace to mine? I always manage to burn myself when I use it." Bucky looks at your hands with great concern, spotting the burn mark easily on your thumb. He brings your hand to his lips, gently kissing it.
"Don't worry doll. I got this. No more burning yourself, got it?" He dutifully grabs your sweater and the supplies, setting up at the kitchen table. 
You two work in tandem on each other's sweaters. Eventually you move to the table to share everything, since Bucky had swiped supplies steadily every few minutes. You're watching him sneakily as you work, and you watch as he smiles. "Are you actually having fun Buck?" 
He's focused,on gluing felt snowflakes around the collar. He looks up in surprise and gives you a sly grin. "Maybe." You take that as a,good sign and sew the last pompom to his sweater. You proudly hold it up to show him and for the first time, Bucky appraised the sweater with glee.
**I have not set up any sort of taglist just yet but if you would like to be tagged in this month’s challenge/ other writings please shoot me a message!
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finoalcielo · 3 years
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KAI-CHAN RADIO ⑤
☆ JUL 21, 2021☆
KAI: They competed for the fun~! YOU: Leisure activities, huh? Summer is full of it. And so, KAI: Kai-chan Radio! YOU: will also include Haduki You! See in you a moment♪
☆ KAI-CHAN RADIO IS A CASUAL RADIO ☆
KAI: Let's talk tonight♪ About our summer vacation activities! YOU: I started off extremely excited for it, but, I don't think I'll be able to go to the August's activities. Like the Lantern Festival dance, mountains, swimming pool, or even a little trip to the sea. Is that all?
KAI: Ah? Really? YOU: I'll be at home. Helping my parents. KAI: Oh right. The temple. YOU: Yup. Obon is the busiest time of the year. So, I have to travel with my family. KAI: Ooh. YOU: I've never really had much complaints about it. KAI: Ah, I see. YOU: Yeah, since I understood it ever since I was a child.
YOU: It felt a bit nice to see my parents relying on me for some things. I went exploring deeper into the mountains with Tooru (2nd oldest brother) once. And, when we returned later than usual, Sou (oldest brother) scolded us. We mess around a lot every day. KAI: Oh, Haduki brothers. You guys haven't changed at all (www)
YOU: I only remembered when I started talking. Still, I travelled about 2, 3 times. Near Takachiho and Hokkaido. And my memories from that time is a bit weird. Like, I remember the soft serve ice cream being delicious or the sea urchins being terrible (I like it now though) (www) KAI: Memories from long ago are really like that. Food being more important than famous places!
KAI: I also remember the souvenirs I bought on the way rather than the destination. It was a metal keychain with a dragon entwined around a sword. YOU: I knew you'd speak about it (www). Wasn't it the one where it had a lot of crystals or stone stuck to it? (wwww) KAI: I still have it (ww)
YOU: You still have it?! Wow (www) KAI: I use it for my car key. YOU: Extremely distracting... (www) KAI: Ah, anyways, about my leisure activities! I went to a lot of places, but have I told you about the year when my father rented a minibus to go on a family vacation? YOU: Minibus?! KAI: We are a big family (6 siblings). YOU: Ah.
KAI: My father did his best to get a license to drive our big family. YOU: Fuduki papa is amazing. KAI: I got one too. Let's all go~? YOU: The Fuduki family is amazing. KAI: The destination was for Tokyo's Disneyland! It was for a day, but if we include the sightseeing at the town on the way back, then it was 5 days in total? It was awesome. YOU: Sounds fun!
KAI: Maybe I remember this because it was during the time I enjoyed travelling? But anyways, in about two years, the Fuduki family once again travelled in the minibus! At that time, we travelled to Shikoku. YOU: Oh~ It takes a while to reach there, right? KAI: It took us a week to reach. YOU: Lots of driving (www).
KAI: No, at that time, the truck driver's cousin or I sometimes took over driving. On those days, my father would drink beer with his morning, evening and night meals. YOU: Fuduki papa (www) I get your feelings (www) KAI: It's a memory of my summer vacation activity, which was more fun than the destination itself ♪
KAI: And so, that was the Kai-chan Radio "Summer Vacation Activities" Edition! YOU: And then is... ah, right. Want to take some messages from people? I know it's late in the night, but if anyone is awake and has some messages for us, we'll accept them! KAI: Questions, messages, anything is fine~!
It's so hot that I feel like melting... Please give me an idea to cool down! = = YOU: I know! Turn on the cooler. KAI: A pragmatic answer (www) YOU: It's not good to put up with the heat ~ KAI: That's true. YOU: Watch out for heat stroke!
Thank you for sharing your stories. If you could travel now, where would you go...? = = YOU: It's really hot, so I want to take a dive in the sea. KAI: I'll be next to him! YOU & KAI: We want to go to the sea~~~!!! HARU: Didn't you go there the other day? (laughs)
Kai-san, You-san, thank you...! The final exam is about to start, so please give me some encouragement... = = YOU: Studying this late? Woah! We'll be cheering for you to do well! KAI: I'll support you with (my heart's) pompoms~ Hooray~ Hooray~ Study well!! YOU: A fun summer is waiting for you after the test!
Kai-kun! I have a glittering bow keychain, so let's compete against each other!!? (laughs) = = KAI: A fellow friend!!! Then, I'll be the second player!! Bring it on!! YOU: Exactly how will you fight (www)
Hello! I'd like to hear about any recent small incidents that occurred around Procella members! = = YOU: Yoru's glasses got deformed by the heat (www) KAI: He accidentally left it on the bonnet of our travel bus, it got deformed slightly after about 2 hours. (www)
24 hours a day isn't enough. What do you think? = = KAI: I guess it's slightly not enough? If you sleep while thinking, "Stay tuned for Kai tomorrow!", then you'll be excited. YOU: Don't get excited before going to bed (ww)
You-kun! Please do something with Aoi-kun!!!!!!! (I'm greedy) = = YOU: I like your greediness~ Yosh, let's do it now. Aoi-chan. AOI: Eeh?! YOU: I caught the retreating Aoi-chan. AOI: I-I got caught! KAI: Now, how do you want to do this?! YOU: What should we do? Aoi-chan. AOI: EHHHH?!
→ AOI: L-L-Let's peel it off! T/N: Aoi was trying to say "Look that way" (あっち向いてホイで lit. atchi muite hoi de) but ended up saying "Let's peel it off" (あっち剥いてホイで lit. atchi muite hoi de). Both have the same pronunciation, just different meanings.
→ AOI: What a terrible typo!!!
→ AOI: I meant 'Look that way'!! YOU & KAI: (wwwww) AOI: I was really flustered and when I thought I deleted it, I actually sent it instead. I meant 'Look that way'!!!~~~~~ You!!! Kai-san, geez!!! YOU & KAI: (wwww)
#Aoi won by default.
This is for a questionnaire, but what was doing your homework like? Did you fill in what you knew on the day you got it and left the rest blank and asked a friend for help, or leave some empty in the first week and finish the rest later? = = KAI: I did half in the first week, and the remaining in the last week.
→ YOU: I want to say that I finished it early in August... but I ended up frantically doing it towards the end (www) KAI: I can imagine that ~~ While Yoru did his patiently, right? YOU: Yup. Isn't that right? YORU: Yes. Ah, I also did the Radio calisthenics properly! Radio Calisthenics = a short exercise routine broadcast daily on Japan's national radio, streamed on YouTube, followed in parks and schools every day – sometimes several times a day – by all generations of Japanese people
It's been hot lately, but please tell us if you have a story that chilled you to your bones. = = KAI: Shun turned bright red and got a fever. YOU: He got one after frantically trying to decide the thumbnail for his Hajime-san video collection. KAI: He looked really happy when I putting the cooling patch on. YOU: His fever also came down almost immediately. YOU & KAI: We ate curry together.
Hi!! Starting from today, we'll be having the 4 day holiday, so will you all be working??? Are there any jobs you have with other members of the agency??? = = KAI: Hi~! Tomorrow will be a visual shooting with the theme of intelligence♪ YOU: It's not a job, but the day after tomorrow, I'll talk with Takaaki-san and Roa-san about an independent dance lesson along with a few more people. The 4 day holiday they're talking about is Marine Day, which lasts from Jul 22 - Jul 25 in Japan.
Is it okay to eat ice-cream at this time?! = = KAI: We've already eaten it (sparkles) YOU: Recently, my favorite one is... the Shi●kuma ice cream KAI: The melon flavour! This year, for some reason, the melon flavor is in demand. YOU: You can buy it at a convenience store ~ He's referring to the Shirokuma Ice Cream which is a shaved ice dessert topped with ice cream and condensed milk.
Please tell us what you had for dinner today! = = KAI: Pork shogayaki​. I really like it. Especially when its with White Rice. YOU: I get you.
Have you been interacted with the Gravi members lately? Please tell us if there's anything interesting👓✨ = = KAI: Oh, that emoji means Haru! Haru~ HARU: I was waiting so long to be called. YOU: You appeared so quickly (www) HARU: Something interesting... Ah, let's play Look that way! YOU: Is it popular in Gravi? (ww)
#Haru won and was satisfied when he left.
I'm busy and tired lately, so please leave a good luck charm please!! I love you!!! = = KAI: I love you too!! YOU: Me too! The is the best good luck charm you can believe in! We love you, support you, so please do your best!! KAI: I wish you a happy summer!
It's summer!!!!!! Did you have anything of a summer vibe that you ate?? = = KAI: Corn!!!!! Grilled Corn!!! YOU: Recently, Procella has this trend of using the Bato Mayo Soy Sauce with various things.
Is Maze slowly molting??! = = YOU: ......Maze? Are you molting? I've never cleaned them up. MAGELLAN: Que! (I forgot) KAI: He's always like fluffy. Maybe it's because he's an Demon World Penguin? Next time, let us touch you~
Speaking of summer vacation, I remember watching movies at movie theaters or on TV when I was in elementary school! Do you have a favorite movie when you were little? = = KAI: Back to the Fu●re that was rebroadcasted on TV! I feel like that's a classic one. YOU: There's also Toto●. KAI: Ah, there's that too! The child in the middle has my colors! Kai is referring to Back to the Future and I believe You is referring to My Neighbor Totoro.
We can't drink outside, but have you been drinking at home?? = = YOU: The senior group sometimes drink on the balcony~ KAI: Only sometimes~ I don't drink a lot (laughs). And what about the middle group? YOU: We don't really drink much? Instead, we eat food.
KAI: That was all for the replies~! YOU: Thank you for your messages despite it being midnight! KAI: I was going to introduce the October's CD but it's so late now, so I'll do it tomorrow! YOU: If you're going to do it tomorrow, then just call in the people themselves. KAI: Ah, true. Anyways, this is all for today's corner!
KAI: It was Kai-chan Radio, Summer Vacation Activity Edition~! YOU: Thank you for listening to us! Ah, Kai, let's say that. KAI: That? YOU (whispers unintelligently to Kai) KAI: Uhhh.. KAI & YOU: Dream well? KAI: .... YOU: .... KAI: I'm kind of embarassed. YOU: Why? (www)
#Kai-chan Radio #Thank you
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sweeethinny · 3 years
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sirius/hestia. sirius: "im always sad but when we talk im so happy"💖
ok anon, first thank you so much for the promtp, i love writing about Sirius and Hestia, and as I am re-watching That 70' Show, I realized that Hyde and Jackie remind me a lot of these two, so I was even more eager to write about
a thank you also to anon who sent me that he thought Hestia was one of those girls who wears everything pink, it helped me to write
hope you like it <3
Sirius thought that he didn't like loud girls, that he preferred quiet and less colorful, like he was, because that way things would combine better and they would understand each other better. He always thought that loud girls, loud laughs, super cheery, and pink lipsticks were for James, or even Peter, but that he and Remus were destined for girls like Evans; quiet, calm, that easily go unnoticed among the noisy ones.
He tried dating these, however, he really tried hard, went out on dates with them, and at first everything was happy and peaceful, and Sirius felt good. He might be a marauder who liked to play pranks and run away from the castle in his Animagus form, but he always thought the right person for him would be someone who would slow him down. But… the more time he spent with these girls – girls like Lily – the more he got bored.
Then he tried to go out with cheerful girls, the loudest of all, the ones like Marlene, who could be like a cat chasing its own tail, and at first they matched. They had more fun, they generally shared the same punk and rebellious style of being, and there wasn't much time to get bored like before. However, the more time passed, the more Sirius became exhausted.
He was about to throw the white flag, maybe love wasn't for him, his mother had once told him that, maybe she was right, Sirius would never find someone to share his life with. He was okay with it—at least he thought so.
But then during summer break, when James asked Lily out with them, she was there.
She was lively, even way too much at times, but at the same time she was quiet and calm, walking around in her yellow jumpsuit and white shirt that showed a strip of her belly, tanned skin and hair pulled back in a high ponytail and a white bow. While she got everyone's attention - Sirius could see how Peter looked when she sat next to him - she could still go unnoticed.
Hestia didn't talk much, she watched more, laughing here and there when Lily said something, looking intent on eating her pistachio ice cream without letting it melt. Sirius shouldn't be paying so much attention to her mouth. But the times she said something, she was funny, she made everyone laugh and look at her, a slight pinkish tinge to her cheeks that could have gone unnoticed.
The other times she'd gone out with them while on vacation, Sirius had noticed how…colorful she was. He didn't remember seeing her wearing a more basic outfit like Lily, or something full of glitter and leather like Marlene, Hestia always seemed to want to be a part of the rainbow, with striped, colorful, patterned clothes.. It was as if every day was summer for her.
When they first kissed, it also felt like endless summer, even though it was raining that day.
Sirius felt so fucking alive beside her, like a dog that has been given a new toy, while he also felt calm and peaceful, the perfect balance to survive.
When school came back, Hestia still managed to be colored even in her black uniform, wearing bows in her hair, putting on pink lipstick, wearing fun accessories - she had a plethora of different earrings, with pompoms, shaped like fruits, colored. Her parchments were decorated with drawings on the sides of the paper, her handwriting was adorable - Sirius never thought someone's handwriting could contain so much personality - and he grew more and more attached to her, unwilling to leave her side, a little intoxicated by her sweet perfume.
She had he in the palm of her hand, and Sirius didn't mind. Hestia seemed to know how to tame him in a way that no one else had – James' words – it was as if with just one look she could silence him, preventing him from getting into trouble. And he realized that the more time passed, the looser and less embarrassed she was beside him.
At the same time she made him slow down, Sirius made her walk faster. It was a good balance.
They got along pretty well, her family was fucked up too, and they shared similar fears.
Sirius was happy.
"I like you," he said, sitting on the floor of the greenhouse beside her, smiling in her direction. Even stoned, he still couldn't find her less beautiful, it was the opposite, however, it was as if his heart exploded even more with love. ‘I'm always sad but when we talk, I'm so happy’
"Don't be an idiot," She blushed, grinning widely and leaning toward him, pressing their lips together lovingly, just enjoying the moment. "I like you a lot too," Hestia whispered, her eyes closed, before leaning in again and actually kissing him, with all her will.
"You know, before her you were a morose and grumpy, now you're a happy guy, mate." James said patting his shoulder as he grinned.
"I wasn't that," Sirius defended himself, folding his robes and placing them on the nightstand beside the bed, slumping tiredly on the bed. Last night had been the last day of Full Moon, and he was more than eager to get more than three hours' sleep.
"Okay, not grum
py or morose, but pessimist," Remus muttered, hiding under the sheets. "She makes you less pessimistic, it's like she turns you into a hippie."
"Urg, I'm not a hippie," Sirius growled, covering himself completely.
''Course is. This week she even made you do your hair and shave. You are no longer the angry Sirius Black you were before, now you are Sirius Black peace and love.' Peter smiled.
He shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes, trying not to smile as the image of Hestia sitting on his lap flashed through his mind. Sirius wasn't complaining about this at the moment, he felt great with all that peace inside him, remembering how she stroked his hair during the break between history and transfiguration classes, letting him sleep in her lap.
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jojoboisimagines · 3 years
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jngbuunbfui i love your writing and i just- iubtfjutftejnf.. may i perhaps suggest 4otaros reaction to a cheerleader josuke??? </3
A/N: anon how’d you know I was thinking about cheerleader josuke the other day
Jotaro(4) and Josuke :: Cheerleader
.::.
Jotaro incredulously glanced over the flyer his younger uncle had given him. The marine biologist had only been in Morioh for three weeks, and Josuke was already inviting him to his school. Though even so, Jotaro would’ve thought it’d be for something like a chaperone event, not a sports game. He was sure he never even mentioned liking sports to begin with.
If Josuke were any other kind of teenager, the older man would assumed this as a ploy to get him in so he could oogle some girls, but figured it’d seem out of character for him. Even if it came to that, Jotaro was sure he’d go to Okuyasu or one of his other friends rather than him.
“Hey why’re you looking like that? I’m gonna be performing you know!”
A grip on the paper. The shadow of Jotaro’s hat covered his expression as he looked up at Josuke.
“P-performing?”
“Yeah!” Josuke added enthusiastically. “Me and everyone have been practicing really hard. I know I probably don’t look like the kinda guy into this stuff, but trust me its gonna be awesome!” He reassuringly smiled at his nephew.
Well, there was no reason not to show support for his teenage uncle, so he nodded in agreement, stuffing the flyer into his bag. “I’ll be there.”
The glitters in Josuke’s eyes were practically visible, yelling a ‘thank you!’ as he continued on his way home from school.
.::.
God there was so many kids. Too much for Jotaro’s comfort. Every row was chock full of teenagers from different age ranges.
It was a far cry from the solemn beach he would spend the majority of his time in the city. He had to keep reminding himself he was doing this for Josuke, as the screams and curses of kids right beside him rang through his eardrums. 
Speaking of Josuke, he suspiciously wasn’t anywhere to be seen, not even on the benches. Hopefully he hadn’t caught a cold or something and had to flunk the game. Needless to say, Jotaro would not be happy if he came here for nothing at this point. Luckily, he saw two familiar figures walking towards him.
“Oi, Jotaro-san!” greeted Okuyasu, his hands full of snacks from the concessions stand, “I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” 
Koichi waved as well, looking like he was about to topple over from all the food he was holding (begrudgingly also for Okuyasu). Jotaro greeted them back, scooting over so they could have a seat.
“Woah, have you been here the whole time? Me and Koichi came at the half-time on purpose so we’d be in time to see Josuke!” Okuyasu said.
“Wait,” Jotaro blinked. “Why is Josuke playing at half-time?”
Okuyasu and Koichi gave each other a look, and then back to Jotaro. By their expressions, Jotaro dared to think they were about to ask him if he knew what was going on.
Before he could ask another question, the loud ‘wheew!’ of a whistle came through the eardrums, and a group of about 20 more students in blue and white outfits came out onto the field, pompoms in hand.
Including Josuke.
Jotaro’s jaw wanted to drop, but he was too stuck staring wide-eyed at his uncle in that uniform. This was the event he wanted to see?
The music started, and the cheerleaders started to chant their team’s name in Japanese. Flashes of blue and white completely covered that part of the field, the girls and guys doing flips and jumping in the air. Josuke wasn’t the only guy on the squad, but it was still clearly dominated by girls. He had used his hands for the girls to step and perform flips while doing a few of his own.
Jotaro didn’t even know he could do a flip..
“Yeeahh Josukeeeee!” “Jooosukeeeee!” His two friends yelled beside him, dropping some of their food in the excitement. The older man had to admit, Josuke did look really happy while up there dancing.
The music started to die down and for their final act, they formed the kanji of ‘Budogaoka High’ with their bodies. A flurry of ‘yays’ and pompom shaking went with them as they made their exit.
“Wow, Josuke really nailed it, right Koichi?” Okuyasu excitedly shoved more nachos in his mouth.
“Yeah, he’d been practicing really hard so I’m happy for him! What’d you think Jotaro-san?”
Jotaro sat there for a moment in silence, before tipping his hat over his eyes. “Yare yare, he could’ve told me he was a cheerleader instead of keeping it vague.”
A few minutes later, Josuke joined the group on the benches, looking tired and even a strand of his pompadour standing out. “Hey, you guys enjoying the game?”
He rolled his eyes after Okuyasu explained they weren't actually paying attention to the game. Though a bashful smile came onto his face at the shower of compliments his two friends were giving him.
“Thanks a lot! Hey Jotaro-san, I’m so glad you could make it! I know this probably isn’t what you expected, but your support means a lot!”
Jotaro finally smiled at his silly uncle. “I could tell you were really having fun out there. Nice job.”
The trio’s eyes widen at this rare display of his nephew. Josuke straightened up and spoke again, “Yeah, its takes a lot more work than I thought it would, you wouldn’t believe the struggle I went through just to make it on the team. I bet you didn’t know I could do a flip, huh? Didn’t even have to use Crazy Diamond!” He smirked triumphantly.
His nephew scoffed. “Well then, guess I’ll have to come see you do that again, huh?”
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degrassi-fanatic · 3 years
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hi !
can you do a cm shot w
“hey hey! is that blood on your clothes?”
“uh I don’t know maybe?”
“... that isn’t a question that’s supposed to be answered with another question”
Or
“Angry. I’m- .. im angry.”
Thx sm ! Have a great night !
You ask and I shall deliver! Poorly! 
Here’s a one shot with morcia.
As Morgan wanders down the hall towards Penelope’s tech lair, his whole body is buzzing with a combination of both excitement and nervousness; all of that being attributed to both the homemade card and blue velvet box in the back pocket of his jeans. In his hands, he holds two mugs; one decorated with glitter and unicorns, while the other is just plain white. 
Once he’s in front of Penelope’s door, he uses his back to push it open. He spots her standing near one of her computers as she straightens out the monitor cables, her back towards Morgan. 
“Hey Baby Girl.” he greets brightly, already walking over to Penelope. 
Morgan waits for her to turn around and press a kiss into his cheek like usual but it never happens. He isn’t even graced with an acknowledgement of his presence. 
“I brought you coffee.” he says, hoping that maybe it will be enough to get her attention, “It’s in your favourite mug.”
Once again, Penelope remains quiet. Her hands are impatiently fumbling around the cords and if she’s not careful she might even rip one or two. Morgan sets down both the mugs of coffee down, somewhere away from all of Penelope’s precious technology. He strides over to her side and gently tugs the cables out of her hands before untangling them with ease. 
He shoots a smile in her direction but Penelope is still staring at the cables, a frown on her face. 
“How was your day?” Morgan asks. 
“Alright.” she answers.
At least she’s talking to him now. That’s a start. 
Penelope twists around before stalking to the other end of the room to go and rummage through her desk organizers. Once she finds a hot pink pen with pompoms at the end of it, she rips off a sticky note and scribbles something down urgently. 
“How are you feeling?” he questions. 
The pen slows down. 
“Angry. I’m— I’m angry.” she replies honestly, “And you should know why.”
He should?
“I should?” he blurts. 
It’s apparently the wrong thing to say because right away Penelope whips around and glares at him. None of the effect of the look is lost even though she’s wearing a dress with daisies and yellow hearts.
“Well, since you don’t know, you should get out.” she sneers, “Now.”
Oh no.
“I’m not leaving.” he announces.
“Well, I’m not talking anymore.” Penelope declares as she twists around to go back to whatever she was doing. 
Letting out a deep sigh, Morgan leans against the edge of the desk he was near and folds his arms against his chest. Mentally, he sorts through recaps of what happened yesterday to figure out what he could have possibly done wrong. 
It was a normal day; Morgan drove the two of them to work, he made Penelope coffee, they shared lunch in his office, and that was that. The only thing out of the ordinary was that Morgana didn’t come home last night. He lied to Penelope and told her that he and Rossi were having a guys’ night, when in reality he needed Rossi’s approval on the ring he had bought. 
“Is it something I did?” he asks.
Although he doesn’t get any verbal response, he can see the way Penelope’s pen stops gliding on the paper and that is confirmation enough for him. 
“Did I miss something?” he probes. 
Her fingers twitch around the pen. All of her pent-up energy inside of her needs an outlet. 
“Was it important?” 
Within a second, Penelope whirls around and stalks over to him. Once she’s close enough, she jabs a finger into his chest, her nail almost stabbing through the fabric of his shirt. 
“Was it important?” she shouts, “You missed our one year anniversary yesterday! Of course it was important!”
Immediately, Morgan stands up straight.
“What?” he questions, “It was not our anniversary yesterday.”
“Yes, it was!” she insists.
What on Earth was she talking about?
“Today’s our anniversary!” Morgan shouts, matching the volume of Penelope’s voice.
The fury on Penelope’s face drains away and is replaced by confusion. She cocks her head to the side as she looks at him expectantly. 
Morgan reaches behind himself and pulls out the card he had made at Rossi’s house yesterday, ignoring the older man’s teasing the entire time. There’s a crude drawing of the two of them on the front, dotted with stars, glitter, and everything else Penelope liked. He flips it open and reveals hospital discharge papers pasted on the inside, with tiny hearts and a heartfelt message written overtop of it.
“We got together the day I was let out of the hospital, last year after that unsub shot me.” he reminds her as he points at the date neatly printed, “See? November 15.”
She yanks the card away from Morgan before bringing it up to her face to see for herself. As she mouths the words to herself, he watches her freeze up once she realizes she was the one who had gotten the date wrong. 
“Yesterday wasn’t our anniversary.” Penelope confirms. 
“No.” he says as he shakes his head. 
“And you didn’t just ditch me to go hang out with Rossi.” 
“No.” he says again as he shakes his head, “In all honesty, I went to Rossi because I needed his opinion on this.”
Anxiety worms it’s way into his chest but he stamps down the feeling while he reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out the velvet box and lets it rest in the palm of his hand.
At the sight of it, Penelope lets out a gasp as she brings her hands up to her mouth. 
“Wait, are you—”
“No! No!” he exclaims after realizing what pulling out a ring box may look like, “I’m not proposing.”
“Thank God.”
Both of them let out a sigh of relief, which then morphs into a gentle laugh as they stare at each other over the ring box. 
“It’s just a ring.” he explains, “And if it’s alright with you, I’d like to put it on you.”
Wordlessly, Penelope presents her with her left hand. Morgan flips open the box and pulls out the ring. The metal glints in the fluorescent lighting and suddenly, his hands feel too big and clumsy to be putting this ring on Penelope. 
She must see the way his hands are shaking because soon after she wraps the fingers of her free hand around his wrist. Her thumb rubbing soothing circles.
Needing no more encouragement, Morgan slides the ring down her finger. It looks both out of place and right at home between the rest of Penelope’s bright and colourful jewellry. 
Her hand slips out of his and is soon at the back of his neck. She presses their mouths together in a chaste kiss. Her glasses knocking against the bridge of his nose in a way that always makes him smile. 
“I’m sorry I got all mad.” she whispers after they pull apart. 
“It’s alright.”
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frywen-bumbles · 3 years
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The Way to a Man’s Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch5
AO3
Days later Jaskier is still thoroughly embarrassed by accidentally calling Geralt while drunk. He is sure he had picked Essi's number but what is done is done. They haven't talked much after that. The next day Geralt inquired after Roach but since then it's been radio silence and it does not bother Jaskier at all. Geralt must just be busy, that's all. No other reason what so ever.
   <my mom comes to visit today!!!>    <i missed her>    <when i grow up i want to be just like her!>    <i wish you could meet her she's so nice>    <she yelled at daddy for not answering her>    <oh no that was supposed to be a secret>
<i swear i won't tell a soul>
   <that's good. daddy said i shouldn't lie to him any more but he wouldn't like if i told someone mom yelled at him>
<yeah, it's bad to lie to your parents> <but maybe little secrets like this are okay> <no more texting anyone without permission though!>
   <yeah, i'm sorry I lied mrJ>     <hows the trip going now? i hope you don't have to be alone today like yesterday>
   <no, today i got to help uncle A with a new video!>    <uncle A came here yesterday and he and uncle L were being gross>    <they make the best videos>    <but daddy is better than them>    <daddy is the best>    <even grandpa says so but he told me not to tell uncle L because he would get upset>
<that's very sensible off him>
   <i helped making this video too!>
There's a link to a youtube video Jaskier clicks open without much thought. Except when he sees the channel he has to check to make sure he got it right. He knows this channel, he has watched almost every single video, including the one Fiona just sent him.
 Camera zooms into a ginger headed man holding a sword, knee-deep in what looks like a natural pond.
 "Oi, did you see it?" the cameraman asks laughing so hard the camera shakes
 "Of course, not, you bastard! You were holding me down while it swam past!"
 "Do you know what it is?"
 "Fucking drowners I bet." the ginger man grumbles and lets out a yell as a blue-skinned monster leaps out of water. "Oi, fuck you, put that camera down and come help me!"
 "Eh, you're doing fine! Show me that arse!" the cameraman laughs and the camera shakes.
 "Fucking bitch ass cat!"
 "I love you too!"
 The camera moves to reveal a second blue-skinned monster closer, close enough to reach the camera.
 "Oi, cub, catch!"
 The camera flies in the air and for a while nothing but sky and leaves are visible. The camera turns back to show the cameraman killing the monster with a sword, a spray of blood flying in the air.
 "Still struggling there, love?"
 "I killed four while you were a prick killing only one! I'm not cooking for you tonight!"
 "Oh, I'm wounded, how will I survive without the love of my life cooking for me?"
 The ginger man gives the giggling cameraman the finger, a smile tugging at his lips.
Jaskier doesn't even glance at the comment section where the evergoing debate about the videos is going strong. In Jaskier's opinion it's stupid, no real witcher would post videos like this of their work. It's just two guys having too much time and energy in their hands making the videos look as realistic as possible, probably a combination of CGI and practical effects.
He has to admit, he is slightly hooked. Kittencam69 has been making these videos for a couple of years and while this is no way his favourite video, it's clear it was important to Fiona to be a part of making it.
His favourite videos are probably the ones where the ginger man yells from his window at werewolves. Or the one where they fight a wyvern, the effects of that one were truly gorgeous.
Why would someone spend their talent on something like this is beyond him, but who is he to judge? He still can't believe how anyone thinks the monsters in the videos are real though. He's far more interested if the two men are really dating or if that's just their way of talking to each other. He's 95% certain they are dating.
A text from Yen interrupts his thoughts.
   <I found a book for your paper>    <I'll drop it in an hour>
<oh, thank you, that's very kind of you>
   <shut up and accept the book>    <you don't want your paper turning out shite>
This time around, when Yen comes, Jaskier is wearing trousers.
"Here's your book," Yen greets him and tosses an old book on the kitchen table hard enough Jaskier has to leap to grab it before it slides off the table and drops on Roach who is of course right there.
"Hello, nice to see you, why won't you come in and have some tea?" Jaskier says with a mocking voice and bows, pulling a chair out for her.
"I see you haven't set the house on fire," Yen says as she sits down.
"Please, I'm not that terrible of a cook!" Jaskier exclaims as he puts the kettle on.
"Right, you were eating nothing but instant ramen last time I was here."
"That!" Jaskier points at Yen in mock outrage, "was one day! One unfortunate day I was a mess and you think I live like that?!"
"Of course, I'm never wrong." Yen smiles sharp and Jaskier can't help the cold shivers running down his back.
"You're terrible, that's what you are..." he mumbles as he digs out mugs from the cabinet. "So what this book then?" Jaskier takes the book he'd put the cover down on the table and almost drops it. 'Fifty Years of Poetry' stares at him from the cover of the book.
"Oh, just something I had lying around, you know," Yen drawls in what Jaskier is quite certain is mock indifference. He squints his eyes at her in suspicion.
"So you're telling me you had one of the most sought after books in the academic world just 'lying around' and decided to give it to some random uni student?"
"Please, don't think I'm doing this for you." Yen waves him off, "You're an idiot."
"Why, thank you for the compliment, ma'am." Jaskier bows again. "Do you want the pink or the white mug?"
They settle down on the table, cups of tea and some biscuits Jaskier got after last time Yen visited.
"I- ah- had some questions about Geralt." Jaskier admits shyly as he puts the 'Fifty Years of Poetry' safe away from the table. He wouldn't want to ruin a book that valuable by accidentally spilling something on it.
"Hm, what did he do?"
"Oh, no nothing! It's nothing like that. I was just- maybe if you could- you don't have to of course-"
"Just spit it out, Julian," Yen interrupts him, sounding both put-out and bored, a feat Jaskier can only hope to master.
"Maybeyouwouldknowifhe'sseeinganyoneorsomething..." Jaskier manages to mumble out, which makes Yen burst out laughing.
"Oh, gods, I thought this was something serious, you had me for a moment there." Yen falls into a fit of giggles Jaskier is sure is aimed at him. Or perhaps at the thought of Geralt seeing anyone but the way Yen thrills at his discomfort tells him it's the former.
Of course, the hot cat dad is not single, who is he even kidding. He should probably just think about the book he got. And his thesis. And definitely, not the hot cat dad whose bed he's been sleeping in for the past month.
He is doomed.
***
It's high time to do something about the vegetable garden.
Or literally anything to avoid his thesis, if Jaskier is completely honest with himself.
Roach is chasing something in the bushes and Jaskier is happier not knowing what unfortunate small animal will face its maker. He stares at the vegetable garden which at this point seems to be about 50-50 vegetables and weeds. At least the plants are alive.
"I should have done this several times already, right, Roachie?" Jaskier asks the cat who emerges from the bushes covered in leaves and dirt. She gives him a wide berth and digs a hole at the other end of the patch.
"I swear to gods, Roach, if I find cat poop when I'm weeding this thing you will not get out for a week, do you hear me?"
Roach does not listen to him. Of course, she doesn't. She covers the hole she made and runs back into the bushes.
"That's disgusting, Roach. You have a perfectly fine litter box inside why would you do that to me?"
Roach doesn't answer. In fact, Jaskier is quite certain she's not listening to him at all, far more interested in whatever is the bushes.
A large lock on the door of the shed stops his gardening endeavours quite efficiently. He tries in vain to find the key somewhere close by but has to give up after a while.
"Okay, so if I were a key where would I be?" Jaskier rummages through the kitchen and the living room, only finding a stash of cat toys under the sofa.
"Oi, what are you so happy about? I know it was you who hid them there!" Jaskier cries at Roach who jumps in the middle of the pile startling him.
His search leads him into the study, Roach hot on his heels. She jumps on top of the bookshelf and Jaskier finds himself marvelling yet again how effortless Roach makes the almost two and a half metre jump look like.
"Hey, Roachie, came in to check what I'm up to?" Jaskier asks as he tries to open the top drawer of the desk. "Aaah, shite, why I never remember which side is locked..." he mumbles as he moves to the other end of the massive desk and opens the top drawer on that side.
All he finds is stationary in an amazing array of boring and practical to colourful and silly. He suspects the likes of the pink glitter pens with pompoms at the top are the results of Fiona getting to decide what to get.
He moves to the bookshelf next, more out of boredom than any real thought about finding the key. The books all look incredibly boring, ranging from computer science to physics and the sort. Nothing that would catch Jaskier's eye.
He takes one book out in random and opens it to leaf it through if to do nothing else at least he gets to avoid writing his thesis. But what greets him in the pages makes him almost drop the book entirely.
Monsters.
Pages after pages about monsters. Detailed drawings, stories, myths, facts. Anything in between.
Jaskier feels his fingers turn numb from the sheer shock. He looks at the bookshelf again and pulls another book, then another and another.
Monsters. Potions. Magic. Elder races. It's all there. Jaskier can't even comprehend the sheer volume of knowledge that has been at his grasp for over a month without him knowing anything about it and it makes his head spin. He needs... he needs to read everything.
The bling of his phone brings him back from his frantic search for more and more books.
   <mommy said she comes to see you>    <she wants to see my new tutor>
Jaskier stares at his phone, panic rising in his throat. He's... well him? Not some sort of accomplished tutor Fiona's mother is surely expecting.
<When is she coming?>
Just as he presses send he hears the front door open.
"Julian? Are you here?"
Oh shit. Oh. Shit.
He's so screwed.
   <now>
"Yen? I'm upstairs, I'll be right there!" he shouts. He's so screwed. Yen, of all people, is Fiona's mother.
She is going to kill him.
Another surge of panic hits him. He asked Yen if Geralt was single! She's his... wife? ex? An old flame? Whatever she is, that is not someone to ask something like that.
"Julian? What are you doing- oh! You found Geralt's books."
"I'm sorry...!" Jaskier whispers, suddenly terrified of the woman in the doorway. "I didn't mean to snoop, I swear, I was only looking for a key to the shed to find some gardening tools, I never meant-!"
Yen silences him with a dismissive gesture with her hand, "I don't care about the books. If he's stupid enough to leave them for you to find it's not my problem. What I came here for was to talk about Fiona. Care to offer me some tea?"
"Tea? Um, yeah sure... tea coming right away..." he feels like he avoided death.
"Sooo, I'm finally face to face with the famous Mr J." Yen says when she has a steaming mug of tea in front of her.
Jaskier slumps on a chair opposite of her and buries his face in his hands.
"Please, don't murder me, I didn't know you were her mother..." he mumbles from between her fingers, wailing up in his misery almost far enough he doesn't hear Yen snort.
"Please, I wouldn't murder you for that. For something else though..."
"Please, don't murder me for any reason," Jaskier begs, not lifting his face from his hands.
"Don't worry, you're way too unimportant to be murdered." Yen pats his arm.
"Why am I relieved to hear that?" Jaskier moans and finally uncovers his face to look at Yen. "So, you presumably wanted to talk about Fiona before you murder me?"
"True. She has her final tests coming up before summer and she's fallen way more behind than I thought."
"Wait, wait, I thought you didn't want to murder me?" Jaskier squeaks. Yen gives him a terrifying smile.
"Like I was saying. She has fallen behind on her studies. And I need you to tutor her, properly this time, not just helping with her homework. I will pay you of course. And a bonus if I feel she did well enough in her tests."
"Pay me?" Jaskier asks, suddenly way more interested. He could, in theory, save the extra money towards a deposit for a place for his own, which he'll need soon if some other gig doesn't come up during the next few weeks.
"I'll give you double what Geralt is paying you. Tripple if Fiona's grades are good enough."
The biscuit Jaskier was eating drops from his mouth.
"Ah, shite, fuck!" he tries desperately to stop the crumbs from spreading everywhere, failing spectacularly.
"I'm so glad we have an agreement. I'll see you around, Julian." Yen rises from her chair and before Jaskier has the chance to collect a single thought, she's already gone.
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Adora has always been Shadow Weaver's favorite student, but after making one mistake, she's left to spend recess alone with the baddest kid in fourth grade -- Catra. But Adora finds herself with some strange, warm-fuzzy feelings inside her chest, and she wonders if Catra truly is as bad as everyone says she is.
(Human AU where they’re all kids; Shadow Weaver is their fourth grade teacher. Takes place in early 2000s around Christmas.)
Fandom - She-Ra (2018)
Pairing - Catra x Adora
Rating - G
Words - 5134
Adora wiped her finger-paint stained hands on her overalls as she admired the work of art sitting before her. Her Christmas card was coming along perfectly! With the perfect amount of cotton pompoms as ornaments and glitter sprinkled all over, she’d created the most beautiful Christmas tree she’d ever laid eyes on. The only thing left was the star on top; she tapped her chin in thought, getting glitter on her face. 'What should I use for the star?' she thought, pawing through the various art supplies sitting in front of her. 
As she leaned across the table, Adora caught a glimpse of Bow's Christmas card; he'd topped his tree with a little piece of silver pipe cleaner bent into the shape of a star. "Whoa, you're a genius!" she exclaimed, cupping her cheeks. "Where'd you get those fuzzy sticks at? I wanna put one on my tree, too!"
"Right over there!" Bow said, gesturing to a little plastic basket sitting in the middle of the table. Only then, however, did he realize that the basket was empty. "Oh... I guess someone must have used the last of them. Sorry..."
Adora glanced over to Perfuma, who was sitting on the other side of Bow; she had constructed a 3D tree with pipe cleaners. 'So that's where they all went.' she thought with a grumble, flopping back down onto her chair. How else could she top her Christmas tree? She refused to draw her star with a crayon; no, Grandma Razz deserved a card better than that! Standing up from her chair, Adora approached the teacher's desk. "Miss Weaver...?" she asked shyly.
Shadow Weaver looked up from the test on her desk she'd been grading; Adora couldn't help but notice all of the red marks on it, and a chill went down her spine. 'I hope that's not mine...' she thought.
"What is it?" Shadow Weaver asked.
"Um, we ran out of the fuzzy sticks at my table." Adora said. "Can we have some more?"
"There's no more left in the art closet, unfortunately," Shadow Weaver said, but gestured across the room with her pen. "But if you're lucky, there might be some left at the other kids' table. Go and ask them, I'm sure they'd be willing to share."
"Okay!" Adora beamed. As she made her way across the room, she passed Catra who, as always, was sitting alone in the corner at her own smaller table. Adora peered over her shoulder as she passed to see if she had any of those fuzzy sticks; but she had nothing. No finger paint, no glue, no glitter, not even a single pompom. All that sat in front of the freckled girl was a piece of paper and a box of crayons. 'That's not fair...' Adora thought, her smile fading. 'Why didn't Miss Weaver give her any fun art stuff?' Catra noticed her staring and glared up at her. "What?" she hissed. Adora immediately turned away. She reminded herself to worry about her own business and not be so nosy, and continued towards the table on the other side of the room.
"Could I borrow some of the fuzzy sticks, please?" Adora asked, folding her hands politely. "Perfuma used all of ours, and I need just a tiny piece for my tree."
"Alright, but only if you give us some more glitter!" Lonnie said, handing Adora a handful of pipe cleaners.
"Thanks!" Adora said, snatching up the pipe cleaners. "I'll get you some glitter in just a jiffy!" she added, skipping back towards her own table.
"No skipping, Adora. Walk when you’re indoors." Miss Weaver said, not even looking up from the papers on her desk. Adora wondered how she'd managed to even see her skipping; but she obeyed, and carefully walked the rest of the way to her table.
"Can you hand me the glitter?" Adora said, dropping the pipe cleaners into the empty basket in front of Perfuma. "Lonnie's table needs some more."
"Alright, but tell her not to use all of it!" Glimmer said as she handed Adora the jar. "I might need some more for my tree!"
Adora look one glance at Glimmer's tree, seeing that every square inch of it was covered in a thick layer of glitter. "I doubt it, but okay!" Adora snorted, turning to head back over to the other table.
But as she made her way across the room, she tripped on her untied shoelace and stumbled to her knees, spilling the glitter all over the floor. "Ouch!" Adora whined, rubbing the knee that had banged against the floor.
"Adora, what did I just tell you?" Miss Weaver scolded, rising from her desk.
"B-but I didn't run or skip this time..." Adora whimpered.
"Then you should learn to be more careful." Miss Weaver said, gesturing to the huge pile of glitter sitting on the floor. "Look at the mess you've made! Are you going to clean it? Because I'm certainly not."
Adora's cheeks burned with shame; everyone in the room was staring at her right now. "Y-yes, I'll clean it..."
"Good." Miss Weaver said, finally turning her gaze away from Adora. "Everyone, clean up your messes and line up for recess."
And just like that, Adora was no longer the center of attention; all of the kids scrambled to place their artwork on the drying rack and grabbed their winter coats and hats from their hooks. Adora, on the other hand, pulled herself to her feet and dragged herself over to the closet in shame, searching for the broom and dustpan. Catra started to get up from her seat, but Shadow Weaver cast her a glare and she immediately sat right back down. "You know the routine, Catra." she scolded.
Once all of the kids were lined up, Shadow Weaver led them out into the hallway, and Kyle (who was at the very back of the line, as always) gave Adora a sympathetic look before closing the door behind him.
Tears were streaming down Adora's face as she struggled to sweep up her mess; she'd never missed recess before! She was always Shadow Weaver's favorite student; but all of that seemed to have changed over a silly little accident. The more she tried to sweep up the mess, the more glitter got all over the broom and her clothes. With a whine of frustration, Adora dropped the broom onto the ground and burst into tears, sitting down on the floor, defeated.
"Geez, calm down already." Catra groaned, leaning back in her chair. "I know you're a goody two shoes and all that, but it's not like the world's ending."
"You wouldn't understand!" Adora snapped, clenching her fists at her sides. "You're used to being in trouble! I never do bad things!"
"Well, you'll get used to it too." Catra snorted. "Today you spilled glitter; tomorrow, you'll probably get an F on your test. By the end of the week you'll probably get your first detention, haha!"
Adora gasped; what if that paper with all the red marks was hers? But Catra had no way of knowing that... With a huff, Adora crossed her arms. "Never! I'll never get in trouble as much as you! You're the baddest kid in fourth grade!"
"Yep, and proud of it!" Catra giggled. "I'm just sayin', Miss Weaver could find a new teacher's pet any day now. She's starting to like Glimmer a lot lately, you know."
"No! Shut your mouth!" Adora protested. Remembering the mess she still had to clean up, she began scooping up glitter into her hands and throwing it into the trash can, deciding the broom wasn't much help. "I'm a good student... I just made a little mistake. Doesn't make me bad."
"Alriiight..." Catra said, her tone basically saying "I don't believe you." Adora rolled her eyes, turning her focus back to the glitter on the floor.
"So, why do you always wear overalls?" Catra asked. "Do you live on a farm?"
"Yeah..." Adora said, unsure why Catra was suddenly trying to make conversation. "I help my grandma take care of the ponies."
"Ew, I was joking." Catra snorted. "Didn't think you actually did."
"It's not ew! Horses are beautiful!" Adora huffed.
"They smell like butts." Catra said.
"No they don't!"
"Yeah, they do!"
"Their stables are kinda smelly; but the horses aren't!" Adora insisted. "They're beautiful, majestic creatures!"
"They're ugly and smelly and stupid." Catra giggled, clearly amused by the reaction she was getting out of Adora.
"Are not!" Adora almost shouted.
"Are too!" Catra responded. "Besides, they're lame. You know what's even cooler than horses?"
"What?" Adora crossed her arms. She didn't believe there was anything cooler than horses, but was willing to hear Catra out.
"Cats." Catra held up the piece of paper that'd been sitting in front of her, showing Adora the drawing she'd done of two orange cats.
"Whoa..." Adora gasped, putting her anger aside to admire just how good Catra was at drawing. They certainly weren't better than horses, that she knew for sure; but her drawings were almost as good as a sixth grader's! "Did you draw that?"
"Yep. All by myself." Catra said, beaming with pride. "This is Firestar, and this is his mate, Sandstorm."
"Why do they have such weird names?" Adora asked.
"Because they're warrior cats, duh!" Catra rolled her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What's a warrior cat?" Adora asked. She scooped up the last of the glitter with her hands, dumping it into the trash can. Remains of it stuck to her hands, which she brushed off on her overalls.
"They're clans of cats that live in the forest and fight for territory and prey!" Catra explained with a toothy grin. "And they have special names that change as they go up in ranks. I've even started my own clan! I'm Bloodstar, leader of NightClan!"
"Ohh..." Adora said, not fully understanding but still intrigued all the same. She pushed the trash can back to the corner of the room where it belonged, glancing up at the clock. 'Ugh, I hate the clocks with hands...' she thought, wishing she could figure out how much time she had before recess was over. "But wait, you said they're clans of cats, so how do you have a Clan?"
"Because..." Catra paused, glancing around the room to make sure nobody else could hear. She stepped closer to Adora, grabbing her hand. "Can you pinkie promise to keep a secret?"
Adora hesitated, but wrapped her pinkie around Catra's. "Yeah, I think so."
"Alright." Catra leaned closer and whispered into Adora's ear. "I'm actually a warrior cat in a human girl's body."
"What?" Adora gasped. "No way!"
"I'm serious! I mean -- it makes so much sense!" Catra said, holding a hand up to Adora's face. "Look at my nails! They're so sharp! And I have fangs, too!" Catra gestured to the pointed canines in her mouth. "And one time I meowed at my cat and she meowed back at me. I think she understood me! Also, I can see in the dark -- well, sometimes."
"Whoa..." Adora said, looking Catra up and down. She wasn't fully sure she believed it, but with the proof right in front of her, it was hard to deny... "That's awesome!" she finally exclaimed.
"Right!" Catra giggled. "But you gotta promise not to tell anyone. They'll think I'm crazy -- crazier than they already think I am, anyway..."
Adora reached for Catra's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Well, I don't think you're crazy! I think it's awesome that you're a cat! I promise, your secret is safe with me!" Adora pretended to zip her mouth closed with her hand, and gave Catra a reassuring nod.
"Thanks, horse girl." Catra said, blushing a little. She turned and looked out the window to the playground, sighing as she saw their classmates having fun in the snow. "I just hate being cooped up inside all day... A warrior should be outside, breathing in the fresh air. Miss Weaver hasn't let me go out for recess in over a month, now."
"Oh yeah, I've noticed that." Adora said. "Why is that?"
"Because I don't do my homework." Catra huffed. "I keep telling her none of it makes sense, but she just tells me I'm not trying. And she told me I can't go out for recess anymore until my homework is done." Catra turned to her isolated table on the other side of the room. "That's why I'm always sitting all by myself, too. She thinks I'm a 'distraction' to the other kids. How am I supposed to form my clan if I can't even talk to anyone?"
"Aw..." Adora sighed. It didn't seem like Shadow Weaver was being very fair... Even if Catra goofed off in class, she didn't deserve to be alone all the time! "I'm sorry, that sounds awful..." Adora said. "But... you know what?"
"What?" Catra said.
"I may not be a cat, but I still wanna join your clan!" Adora exclaimed.
Catra's eyes widened. "For real?"
"Yeah, for real!"
"That's awesome!" Catra bounced up and down on her feet, grabbing Adora's hands and spinning her around. "And since you're the first one to join my clan, you can be my deputy!"
"Awesome!" Adora said, though she wasn't fully sure what that meant. "And I want my warrior cat name to be..." She hummed in thought, trying to remember how the names worked. From what she remembered, they all seemed to be two words mashed together... "Ponytail!" she exclaimed.
"Ponytail?" Catra raised an eyebrow. "That's a weird name for a cat, but it technically works so... Welcome to NightClan, Ponytail!"
"Yay!" Adora clapped her hands. "Is that all it takes? Am I official?"
"Well, almost." Catra said, reaching into her hoodie pocket. She pulled out a black Crayola marker and tugged the lid off with a pop. "There's one last thing I need to do before you're a true NightClan member!"
"Oh?" Adora said as Catra reached for her hand. She drew a crescent moon shape in the middle of her palm. "There. Now everyone can know what clan you're in!" Catra said, opening her hand and showing the matching moon shape to Adora.
"Ohh, awesome!" Adora said.
"You might have to re-draw it after you wash your hands, though, since it's not a permanent marker, but still!" Catra got down on all fours. "Now that you're part of the clan, let's go hunting!"
"Got it!" Adora said, getting down onto the floor as well. "What are we hunting for?"
"Mice, birds, rabbits -- anything you can sink your claws into." Catra said, crawling under the table and pretending to sniff around.
"Oh, right!" Adora said, following Catra's lead; she crawled around the room, admittedly feeling a little bit uncomfortable with how hard the floor felt on her knees and bare palms, but she tried her best to ignore it. A warrior cat had to be tough!
"Over there!" Catra exclaimed, pointing to a black winter glove lying on the floor. Adora recognized it as Mermista's; she must have dropped it on her way out to the playground. "A crow!" Catra pounced on it, sinking her "fangs" into the "crow" and shaking it around like a dog that had just gotten a new toy.
"Nice catch!" Adora giggled.
"I try." Catra said once she decided her prey was dead enough, dropping it onto the floor. "Now let's eat!"
Adora scooted over to where Catra was sitting and pretended to eat the "crow" she'd hunted. "Yummy -- tastes like turkey!"
"Uh huh!" Catra said.
"Y'know, you're really fun to play with." Adora said. "I'm sorry I said you were the baddest kid in fourth grade."
"I'm sorry I said horses were smelly." Catra said, staring down at her hands. "Well, they kinda are -- but I'm sure your horses are still cool."
"They are! Maybe one day I could show them to you." Adora suggested.
"Maybe one day." Catra sighed.
Adora heard the sound of a whistle outside; recess was finally over, and the class would be coming back inside any minute, now.
"Well, I guess we better get back to our seats before Miss Beaver yells at us." Catra said.
Adora burst into laughter. "Miss Beaver?"
"Don't tell her I called her that!" Catra snickered.
"I promise, I won't." Adora said, pulling herself to her feet. "Can we play together at recess tomorrow, too?"
"I don't get recess anymore, remember?" Catra said.
"Oh, right..." Adora frowned. "Maybe -- maybe I can help you finish your homework so you can go outside again!"
"That'll take a million years." Catra sighed. "It's fine, though. We'll find some way to keep NightClan going, even if we don't get to play together at recess anymore..."
Adora's heart sank; she wanted to say something to comfort Catra, but couldn't think of anything, and as she heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway she hurried back to her seat and folded her hands, not wanting Shadow Weaver to see that she'd been playing with Catra. The latter slowly dragged herself back towards her own isolated table and sat down as well. Adora let out a sigh; why did someone as fun as Catra not get to play like everyone else? It just wasn't fair...
*
Adora rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she made her way into the classroom the next morning, hanging her book bag and coat up on the rack. She changed out of her winter boots and into her sneakers, spotting Catra out of the corner of her eye. She was standing by Adora's mail box, as if she'd just put something in it. Once they made eye contact, Catra blushed and quickly ran back to her seat. 'What's she up to...?' Adora thought.
Adora went over to her mailbox and reached into it; she pulled out her daily worksheet and a few graded papers (all As and Bs, thankfully), but in addition to that, there was a folded up piece of notebook paper. "To Adora", it read. As Adora walked over to her assigned seat, she unfolded the piece of paper and her eyes immediately lit up.
It was a drawing of two vicious looking cats; one was black with blood-red stripes, and the other was solid yellow with bright blue eyes. The former was labelled "Bloodstar", while the latter was "Ponytale", and at the very top of the paper, in black crayon, Catra had written "NiteClan 4ever!" Adora hugged the paper to her chest and sighed happily, turning to smile at Catra; but she was facing the other way and didn't see her.
"What's that?" Glimmer asked, leaning across the table.
"Nothing!" Adora responded defensively, shoving the picture into her folder.
"Ooh, did you get a love letter?" Perfuma giggled.
"No, gross!" Adora said, sticking out her tongue. "It's just a picture that my friend drew for me..."
"A friend that ~mysteriously~ doesn't have a name?" Mermista teased.
"Come onnn, tell us more! We know you've got a secret admirer!" Glimmer bounced eagerly in her seat.
"Guys, leave her alone." Bow said. "If she doesn't want to tell you about it, you can't force her!"
"Okay, fine..." Glimmer pouted.
"Thanks, Bow." Adora said, still blushing. In all honesty, she wasn't sure why she was being so secretive about it... Maybe because she was always treated as the "good" kid, and if they found out she'd been playing with Catra, they might try to tell her to stop. 'But if they knew how much fun she was, they wouldn't think of her as a bad kid anymore...' Adora thought, glancing over towards Catra again. She'd finally turned around to look at Adora, apparently having overheard the conversation going on at her table; Adora smiled at her and held up her palm so she could see the moon symbol, which she'd freshened up with a marker earlier that morning. Catra's expression immediately brightened, and she lifted her hand up to do the same.
A warm-fuzzy feeling rose up in Adora's chest. 'Nothing will tear NightClan apart...' she thought, clenching her fists. 'I gotta find some way to play with Catra today... But how?' She remembered what had led to her missing out on recess yesterday... But wouldn't dare get herself in trouble again.
She slid down from her chair and tiptoed over to Shadow Weaver's desk. "Miss Weaver...?" she asked in a shy voice, folding her hands politely.
Shadow Weaver had just finished re-organizing her desk, and looked as if she was ready to start class any minute. "Hm?" she said.
"Um, I have a little bit of a cold today." Adora said, faking a cough. "And I don't wanna play outside in the snow when I have a cold, because my Grandma Razz told me I could get ammonia that way. Could I stay inside the classroom at recess today and draw?"
"Hmm, alright." Shadow Weaver said reluctantly. "I don't think that'd be a problem. Now go back to your seat, it's almost time for math."
"Thank you!" Adora smiled, grinning as she hurried back over to her desk and sat down. 'Perfect!' she thought, just barely resisting her urge to bounce with excitement. 'I can't wait to play with Catra again!'
*
The first half of the day went by at the pace of a snail; Adora struggled to focus on her school work, her mind always going back to how excited she was for recess. Her heart fluttered whenever she thought about Catra, and every now and then, she'd take a peek into the folder to get another look at her drawing. The feeling in her chest confused her; she'd had many friends before, friends who she loved a lot and always got excited to play with, but Glimmer or Bow never gave her these kinds of butterflies in her chest. There was something about her... The freckles that dotted her pretty face, her hair that never seemed like it was properly brushed, her eyes that were two different colors... 'I wonder... Could this be a--'
"Adora!" Glimmer said, waving a hand in front of Adora's face and snapping her out of her little daydream. She jumped to her feet, her cheeks bright red. "W-what?"
"We're lining up for recess! Come on, sleepy head!" Glimmer giggled, reaching for Adora's hand.
"Oh! Um..." Adora blushed, slowly pulling her hand away. "I'm not going outside today! I-I told Miss Weaver this morning, I have a cold and don't wanna make it worse, heh..."
"Oh... okay." Glimmer said, looking rather disappointed. "Well, feel better soon! See you at lunch!"
"See ya at lunch!" Adora said, faking another cough just to keep Glimmer from being suspicious.
Adora watched as all of the kids filed out of the class, and as soon as she heard the door click shut, she jumped to her feet and skipped over to Catra's table. "Hiya!"
"Hey!" Catra beamed. "Are you okay? Don't get too close to me if you're sick."
"I'm not sick, silly!" Adora giggled. "I just said that so I could stay inside with you!"
"Really...?" Catra blushed, turning her gaze down to the table. "Don't... don't do that."
Adora's expression fell. "What...? But... I thought you wanted to play with me!"
"Yeah, but still! You didn't have to lie to get out of recess for me! That's so stupid!" Catra snapped. "You're supposed to be the goody two shoes, and now you're gonna get in trouble because of me, and ugh!" Catra buried her face in her hands. "I really am a bad kid... And I'm turning you into one!"
"Catra..." Adora rested a hand on her shoulder. "I promise, it's not like that! I just... really wanted to play with you again. You're a lot of fun, and you're not bad, not at all..." Tears welled up in Adora's eyes, and she brushed them away with her sweater sleeve. "I wish everyone else could see that..."
"If I'm not a bad kid, then why do I always have to sit in the corner?" Catra said. "Why can't I play outside at recess? Why do I always get bad grades on my homework?"
"That doesn't make you a bad kid!" Adora said. "Just because you break rules sometimes, or because you get bad grades -- that doesn't make you bad!" Adora continued. "And I'm not bad either, even though I did a bad thing..." Adora wiped another tear from her cheek, turning back towards her table. "But... if you don't wanna play with me, that's fine. We don't have to play NightClan anymore..."
An awkward silence filled the room as Adora seated herself back at her table; she buried her face into her arms, letting out a sigh. Catra leaned back in her chair and stared up at the ceiling, sighing dramatically. "If I'm gonna be honest... I don't really like being the bad kid all that much. I just... really don't understand any of the homework she gives us. And I didn't understand anything in third grade, or second grade, or first grade... But at least my other teachers helped me! Miss Weaver thinks I'm just not trying... And since I don't understand the homework, I don't understand the tests... and since I can't play at recess, the only way I can really have any fun around here is by goofing off in class. So that's how I got stuck here in this corner."
"That's awful..." Adora said, slowly sitting upright. "I wish I could make Miss Weaver see that you're not a bad kid, and that you just need some help..."
"I don't think that's gonna happen." Catra pouted. "But... it still feels nice that you care about me. Especially enough to risk getting in trouble..."
"I'm not gonna get in trouble." Adora said. "And if I do, that doesn't mean you made me a bad kid! Everyone gets in trouble sometimes, even Bow!"
"Pfft, no way! He's even more of a goody two shoes than you!" Catra cackled.
"I know, right? But I've seen it happen with my own eyes!" Adora insisted. "One time when I was at his house, one of his dads got mad at him for putting his shoes on the couch."
"Wow, what a rebel." Catra rolled her eyes.
"But anyway... That doesn't matter right now." Adora said, fidgeting with her sweater sleeves. "Maybe it wasn't right for me to lie to Miss Weaver, but... since I'm already here, and the damage is done..." She hesitated for a moment, turning towards Catra and meeting her eyes. "You wanna play NightClan?"
A soft smile spread across Catra's face. "Well... Okay! I guess, since you're already here... Let's go hunting!"
Giggling with excitement, the two girls got down from their chairs and onto the wooden floor.
"Follow my lead, and keep your ears pricked for any invaders!" Catra said, and Adora nodded. "Got it!"
And like magic, they were no longer two fourth graders goofing off in a classroom; no, they were Bloodstar and Ponytail of NightClan, and they had a territory to defend! The two girls began crawling around and scouting the classroom for prey, making little meows and purring sounds here and there. At one point, Adora caught a "mouse" (which was really just a crumbled up ball of paper that had missed the trash can earlier), and they fought off a bloodthirsty badger (aka Shadow Weaver's rolling desk chair).
"Hey Catra -- I mean, Bloodstar." Adora said as they settled down after their night of hunting, making their "den" underneath Adora's table.
"Huh?"
"I've been thinking about it, and... I'm not gonna skip recess anymore." Adora said. "Because I've got a better idea for how we can keep NightClan going -- and maybe even expand it!"
"How's that?" Catra asked, pretending to lick her paw.
"Maybe tomorrow, you can come over to my house!" Adora said. "I can give you my phone number so you can call me, and I'll ask my grandma, but she usually lets me have friends over on the weekends! And maybe I could help you with your homework... Maybe we won't get all of it done, but I still wanna help! And after that, we could play NightClan! We'll have all the time in the world to go hunting -- oh, and I'll also invite Bow and Glimmer over so they can join the clan!"
"Oh..." Catra smiled sadly. "I dunno if that's a good idea. Bow and Glimmer will probably find this whole clan thing kinda weird, and my parents probably won't wanna take me over to your house..."
"That's okay, my grandma can pick you up!" Adora said. "And I'm sure Bow and Glimmer will love NightClan!"
"Well, if you're sure... And you really think they can keep my secret?" Catra said. "Because if not, I'll claw their faces off!"
"Yeah, yeah, I promise!" Adora reassured. "I promise, they won't tell a soul. They're good friends, I've known them forever!"
"Okay... Then in that case, yes!" Catra beamed. "Give me your phone number! And I'll give you mine, just in case you wanna call me, too."
"Got it!" Adora said, grabbing the notebook and pencils from underneath Catra's chair and tearing out a sheet of paper. She ripped the paper in half and wrote down her phone number on one piece, and Catra did the same. Then, they both exchanged papers and shoved them into their pockets. Excitement bubbled up in Adora's chest, and she could feel that strange warm-fuzziness from earlier returning as well. 'Could this be... what I think it is?' she thought, but shook off that thought right away. 'No, don't be silly! She's just a friend... And she probably doesn't like you that way, either.'
Adora heard the sound of the recess whistle blow outside. "Well, guess it's time to go back to our seats." she said, beginning scoot herself out from underneath the table.
"Wait!" Catra said, grabbing Adora's hand. "Before everyone gets in here, um..." She blushed, turning her gaze down to the floor.
"What is it?" Adora said, her cheeks flushing bright pink.
"I, um..." Catra shyly played with her hair. "Thank you for being so nice to me. Even when I was a jerk to you earlier... I like you a lot, Adora."
At first, Adora assumed that she only meant it as a friend; but once she saw the look in Catra's eyes and the blush spreading across her freckled cheeks, she was fairly confident that Catra had that same warm-fuzzy feeling in her chest. Adora smiled softly, squeezing Catra's hand. "I like you too, Catra."
And with that, she finally let go of her hand, and the two girls went back to their seats.
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humblezombieponders · 3 years
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Very happy to have gotten Sugar ^_^  I really liked her Series 2 hair, and it looks wonderful in the metallicy finish of the Gllam Glitter series.  Her new outfit is very cute too, I especially like her little white shoes with gold glittery pompoms ^_^  I'm happy to have both of the opposites club members now too.
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 BASICS.
full name: danielle wilson
nicknames (if any): if she introduces herself as dani, call her that. if not, best stick to her full name.
gender / pronouns: cis female, she/her
age: twenty-two
major: fourth year art student (with a focus on photography), minor in film studies
PERSONALITY.
traits: bewitching, confident, witty, elusive, fraudulent, finicky 
MBTI: enfj - the protagonist
zodiac: capricorn
AESTHETIC.
pompoms soaked in vodka. antique cameras leftover from past relationships. walls dotted with images, your own face conspicuously absent. wearing luxurious furs well into spring. meeting catcalls with an eyeroll and a smirk. lips dusted with glitter. half bitten peaches. half finished sketches. scattering the ashes of your lovers hearts. plastic tiaras gathering dust at the back of your wardrobe. silver tongued. blowing kisses across the room. never ending the night alone.
(BRIEF) SUMMARY.
tw: body image issues, sexual harassment/assault (mentions), inappropriate/toxic relationships, misogyny, slut shaming
dani is a final year(!) art major, with a special emphasis/focus on photography. art has always been her safe haven and people are often surprised to find her pouring over the latest MOMA exhibition, or planning weekend trips to see some niche photographer in the city. but for dani, art is literally the ONLY place she gets to be herself and so she shines under the creative light.
she’s minoring in film studies and is way less interested in the subject, but hey - she needed a minor. she’s pretty much there for the pretty women and the opportunity to pick up new tricks by watching the likes of marilyn and audrey. she is absolutely looking for people to do her homework/teach her about the course....so plz let her hit you up if they have some classes in common!
she’s simultaneously very well known and also a massive mystery on campus in the sense that people know lots about her, but what they know isn’t necessarily true? after burying her head in the sand for her first two and a half years at harcourt, she became a household name after a scandal with an art teacher, where he accused her of trying to sleep with him for good grades (not true...they had a heartbreaking affair that she’s still not over!). after that scandal, people were just, making shit up about her and some of it has stuck!! 
generally, people assume she’s the distant relative of someone wealthy, probably from the west coast. dani doesn’t talk much about her past, so they assume something traumatic happened in her formative years. they also think she’s done all these wild and scandalous things? like...drugs and wild boat parties and threesomes and blackmailed teachers and cheated for good grades and....whilst she could absolutely get away with murder, she’s a lot more innocent than she’s perceived to be. those things aren’t true, but people seem to be impressed by them, so she hasn’t dispelled the rumours.
if anything, after the affair blew up in her face, she forced herself into those rumours, just so she could take control of the narrative. so over time, she’s grown into her role as this...seductive charming woman, and even learnt to take advantage of it at times, but having the world wrapped around her pinky isn’t necessarily making her happy - and she isn’t sure how to fill that void inside of her.
she carries herself very much as someone in control, extremely confident, quite witty (in a sort of...sarcastic, dark humour kinda way) and generally very fun? but on the inside, she’s slowly dying.
honestly not the biggest fan of the society. she only ended up joining because the book showed her a nude photograph taken of her by the ex-professor (instead of a story) and dani wanted to storm into the library and teach whoever ran the society a lesson about sharing nudes without consent. obviously, she didn’t find out who, or what, put the photograph there...but she’s been on a mission to find out who recruits them ever since.
in the mean time, she’s reluctantly become engaged with the society’s mission. she’s not a big fan of reading, or heavy academia, or...learning...but she’s adamant that the group adopt a wider definition of “stories”, encouraging the cultivation of social media posts, photographs and drawings.
FULL BIOGRAPHY HERE: read at your own peril!
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
1. PARTNER IN CRIME – someone who is just as determined to figure out who is behind the society as she is. they’ll likely snoop around dusty manuscripts and try to trace the society’s foundations back to the beginning. who’s to say if they’ll find answers? maybe they’ll end up wishing they hadn’t begun looking. also calling for people who share her belief in the diverse nature of stories and will call bullshit on the literary focus of the group.
2. STUDY BUDDY - briefly mentioned above: but someone who does film studies/takes film studies classes and had the unfortunate luck to either be put in a group project with her, or be asked to tutor her. unfortunately, dani’s idea of “studying” consists of her persuading them to do the lions share of the work...maybe they resent her for that, or perhaps they’re willing to pick up the slack - for something in return.
3. KINDRED SPIRIT - someone who knows the girl behind the rumours. someone who has peeked behind her mask and discovered a secret or two. akin to a best friend, this person is a solid presence at her side and dani would be a poorer person for not having them in her life. 
4. THE JUDGE - the flipside to the above: someone who sees only the image she projects into the world, and despises it. they think she’s empty and vapid, nothing more than pretty face who just so happens to have a golden tongue. 
5. MISCOMMUNICATION - i live for awkward dynamics so give me people who were friends with benefits, only for wires to get crossed and end with one of them trying to take the other out on a date. or tinder dates who went badly, badly wrong. give me two people who just...have nothing in common and get trapped in awkward, mundane conversation, no matter how much dani tries to brighten it up.
6. UNREQUITED CRUSHES - it’s all about the yearning. i’m a big fan of friends who develop crushes on each other...or the person who gets butterflies every time they speak to dani. it could go either way, but keeping in with the skeleton’s vibes, i’m super interested to have someone crush on dani and for her to be so...acutely unaware of that.
7. THE MUSE - every artist needs a muse, right? dani is used to being the subject, rather than the painter - but it turns out you can’t submit photos of yourself for every single assignment! so dani went looking for a subject, someone she could study, someone she could ravish, someone whose face was a work of art. they got her an A - and she’s been inspired to draw them since.
more to come as my dumb brain thinks of them!!!!!!!!!!!
HEADCANONS.
tba
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Finally - Modern AU! Dark Crystal AOR
Hey! So, a few months ago, I posted a Dark Crystal AOR Modern AU post, and someone sent in this ask:
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And a few months later, here I am. With the fic. Idea by @canadachild9​
If you want, you can read my Dark Crystal Modern AU post first for context HERE
“Gurjin, that’s a terrible idea.”
“Aw, come on!” Gurjin rolled over from his sprawl on Brea’s couch, moving into a sitting position and leaning in closer to Brea, who was sitting on the floor in front of him. “We’ve tried everything else.”
Brea scrunched her face up a little. “I still don’t know. Maybe it’s –“
“What’s going on in here?” Tavra poked her head into the living room. “I heard… how shall we say… heated conversation.”
Brea turned to face her sister. “Hello Tavra. What, no Onica this time?”
“Oh no, she’s in the kitchen.” Tavra gestured to the doorway. “She’s cleansing her crystals. Anyway,” she said, smirking, “I didn’t forget the reason I came in here. What’s going on?”
“Gurjin wants to put Rian and Deet on a boat together,” Brea replied. “He thinks that they’re going to confess their love for each other or something.” Just as she said this, Lore, the family pumi, shuffled into the room and curled up into Brea’s lap
Tavra laughed lightly at Lore, then looked back at Gurjin. “You’ve been watching too much Disney lately.”
Gurjin huffed and sprang into a standing position. “We’ve been trying to get these two idiots together for – what, a year now? – but they’re both so dense that they refuse to believe they’re liked back. It’s literal torture, you know. I’m always telling him that Deet very clearly likes him, but then he’s all,” Gurjin’s voice shifted into a mopey impression of Rian, “ ‘Oh no, I don’t know, Gurjin. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t.’ It’s so stupid I could cry. Neither of them have made anything even close to a move yet, and anytime we try, they undermine themselves.”
“You have got a point there,” Tavra murmured. Brea emitted a little cry of betrayal as her sister said this. “I mean, whenever I’m around them, I want to kick myself. And trust me, I have come close to actually doing it.”
Brea huffed. “Usually I’m up for these ideas, but this sounds like the equivalent of locking them in a closet, you know?”
“It’s not really like that, Brea,” Gurjin insisted. “A closet has… implications. But a boat? If it goes wrong – and let’s damn hope that it doesn’t – they could just have a conversation or something. And if they don’t like it, they could always swim back to shore.” That last remark earned him a slight dirty look from his friend.
After a moment of thought, Brea spoke up again. “I’m still not convinced. Too many things could go wrong.”
Gurjin pulled at his bun and inhaled. “Okay. Brea. If you don’t do this with me, I will make sure that you find a pigeon in every room in this house.”
Brea’s eyes widened, whispering a soft “no,” as Tavra doubled over.
*
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Brea scowled as they stood at the line where the dock met the grass, watching Rian’s silhouette approach them. “Correction – I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”
“Look, it’s nice to drag someone into something instead of being the one dragged into everything for a change,” Gurjin shrugged. Brea shouldered him lightly with a soft “you’re lucky we’re friends.”
“Hey guys!” Rian jogged to them, pulling Gurjin and then Brea into quick hugs, then casually placed his elbow on Gurjin’s shoulder.
“Hi Rian,” Brea giggled as Rian softly poked Gurjin’s bun, the mass of hair slouching to one side.
“Give me a break, why don’t you?” Gurjin lightly bumped his friend off of his shoulder as Rian gave an exaggerated huff. Gurjin rolled his eyes but smiled as he took his hair down to fix it. “Now all we need to do is wait for Deet. Right?”
“Deet?” Rian’s eyes widened. “Deet’s coming?”
“You didn’t know?” Brea asked. “I thought we’d told you.” She turned to Gurjin. “I thought you’d told him!” She hissed quietly.
“I must have forgotten,” Gurjin whispered back. “Sorry. I had to help Naia prepare for a trip, and it completely slipped my mind.”
Brea shook her head a little. “It’s fine. Sorry.” She turned back to Rian, who was quietly waiting, fingers absentmindedly lacing through his necklace.
“So. Deet.” Rian laughed a little nervously. He brushed his bangs out of his face. “Yeah.”
Gurjin resisted the urge to facepalm. “I forgot to tell you about it earlier. She got pretty excited about observing all the plant life out here. She also got pretty excited when she heard you would be coming.” His delivery was one of someone who had gone through all the possible options and was now on his last leg.
“Oh?” Rian’s eyes lit up slightly. “Well –“
“I’m sorry I’m late!” Rian’s gaze snapped over to the girl racing towards them, cheeks flushed from running. She stopped, chest heaving, by Rian, who was staring at her with a wide-eyed mixture of fondness and nervousness. She turned to him and uttered a ‘hello’ with a small smile, and the two observers could swear Rian melted.
“Hello, Deet,” Rian softly said back, all confidence replaced by a flustered air that he never had around anyone else.
“Now that we’re all here,” Brea said, causing Rian and Deet to jump, “we should probably get to the boats.” She approached the rental booth, beckoning to Gurjin, who followed behind, leaving Rian and Deet alone together. For a moment, they did nothing, simply looking at the grass, then each other, then back at the grass again. Finally, Rian spoke up.
“You’ve got a – you’ve, uh –” Fumbling on his words, Rian decided to just pick the leaf out of her hair himself.
“Oh!” Deet’s hand flew up to the spot where Rian had touched it. “Thank you! Are – are there more?”
“I don’t see any more,” Rian said. “Wait, hold on.” He moved closer to her, turning to peek at the back of her head. “Yep, no more.” He pulled back, then frowned. “Deet, you alright?”
Deet furrowed her brows in confusion before realizing that she was holding her breath. She exhaled. “Yes. Thanks, Rian.” She smiled.
He smiled back, pink coloring his cheeks, and was about to say something else when Brea and Gurjin returned, life vests draped over their arms.
“So,” Brea said, clapping her hands together. “We got two boats, each one holding two people.”
“Brea and I are going to take one,” Gurjin said, “and you two can take the other.”
“…Us?” Rian asked after a beat, pointing to him and Deet.
Gurjin gave an exasperated sigh. “Who else? Now let’s get these on.” He threw a life jacket to Rian, who was too busy gazing at Deet to catch it. Deet giggled at the vest lying limp on the grass as she put hers (which Brea had simply handed to her) on. Flustered again, Rian made haste in acting like nothing happened and putting on his vest.
Soon enough, the two boats were on the water. While Gurjin and Brea were comfortably chatting (and sneaking glances at the other boat), Rian and Deet sat on opposite sides of the small rowboat, doing everything they could to keep their feet from touching (and sneaking glances at each other).
Rian cleared his throat. “Deet.”
Deet looked up. “Rian?”
Rian looked up at the sound of his name, surprised for some reason that Deet actually responded. “Oh. Yes. Um, lovely day, isn’t it?”
She giggled, her large black eyes glittering. “Oh yes, absolutely! It’s absolutely beautiful. Everything looks so alive.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I can see what you mean. How’s Fizzgig?”
“He’s alright,” she replied, referring to her pet dog who seemed more like a pompom with teeth than an actual canine. “He’s been a little more feisty than usual these past few days, but otherwise, he’s okay.” She grimaced. “I bet Hup’s got quite a few bandages on his fingers.”
Rian clucked his tongue, shaking his head a little. Hup was a boy who lived a couple houses away from Deet. He had big dreams of becoming a knight and was never seen without his trusty sword in hand. (It was actually a large wooden spoon, but everyone chose not to say anything about it.) He was often seen fighting dragons (Fizzgig) and saving a damsel in distress (often Deet, or a halfway enthusiastic Brea).
“I wonder what Brea and Gurjin are up to,” Rian mused. Deet followed his hand as he ran his fingers through his bangs to keep them out of his eyes, then squinted through the sunlight to watch the other boat. Turns out, the other boat was watching them, and Deet laughed as the other two waved to them.
“They can be so strange,” she giggled as she leaned cautiously to observe a particularly large lily pad. As she did this, Gurjin started waving frantically to Rian. Rian furrowed his brows, mouthing a “What?” Gurjin mouthed something, and Rian grimaced, circling his pointer finger in an ‘again’ motion. Gurjin mouthed again, and this time Rian understood.
Tell her.
Ah. So that’s what this was. Rian ran his hands through his hair again, this time in slight annoyance, as he pulled his phone out.
You: Really?
You: Did you set us up?
Gurjin is typing…
Gurjin: maybe
You: DUDE.
Gurjin: I’m sorry I’m just rlly rlly tired of watching you two making goo goo eyes at each other
Rian rolled his eyes.
You: We don’t make goo goo eyes. Please
Gurjin: yes u do
You: Shut up
Gurjin: tell her and I will
“Rian? Is everything alright?” Rian’s head snapped up, and his eyes softened immediately at the sight of Deet, hand just touching the surface of the water with a small, concerned frown.
“Yes, it’s all good,” Rian replied as he tucked his phone away.
“I was wondering... may I braid your hair? I mean, there’s not much to do on this boat, and –“
“Of course, Deet,” he said, already turning so that his back was to her. “Shall I scoot back, or…”
“No, no, I’m on it,” she said, the boat creaking quietly when it shifted under her weight. Rian could feel her breath on his neck as she gathered his hair up and gently tugged it away from his neck.
“I can never believe how long your hair is,” Deet murmured as she combed her fingers through his hair. Shutting his eyes at the sensation, he leaned into her touch.
“It’s beautiful,” she continued as she sectioned his hair into parts. “My hair could never be this soft. It’s like it’s made of silk.” She made to brush away a wisp that had fallen away from a section, but her hand caught the necklace instead.
“Nngh,” Rian’s eyes fluttered open and he winced as the necklace began to grow tight against his neck. “Deet…”
“Hm?” She felt a tug against her finger and saw the necklace wrapped around it. Then she saw Rian. “Holy Thra!” She twisted her finger, and the necklace fell back onto Rian’s neck. She could hear him suck in a breath. “Rian, I’m sorry-“
“No, it’s alright,” Rian quickly waved his hand.
“Should I stop?”
“No! No, please continue.”
“Alright then,” she said as she adjusted again, picking up the sections. After some braiding, she spoke up again. “I’ve never asked about your necklace.”
“Oh.” Rian’s voice was deeper, more relaxed. Deet could feel the blush growing on her cheeks at the sound of it. “It was a gift from Mira. She left before you moved here. A year before, maybe.”
“That’s lovely. What’s the bottle in the front?”
“Ah. The vial.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “A few years back, Mira and I… we used to date.”
Deet blinked. “You did?”
“…yeah, we did. We eventually broke up. Well, obviously,” he said, the smile back in his voice. “but it was on good terms. When she was about to leave, she gave me this. She made it herself. The vial was… something of an inside joke that’s kind of a long story to tell – don’t worry, I’ll tell you eventually – and something to remember her by. Oh, and it glows in the dark.”
She laughed. “I like glow in the dark things.”
“I know you do.” His words were interlaced with a chuckle.
“Okay – done.” She leaned back a little to admire the French braid in his hair, smiling at the streaks of blue peeking through the brown.
“Can I see?”
“ ‘Course you can! It’s your hair, after all,” she said as she pulled out her phone. Leaning back just a little bit more to get the right angle, she snapped a picture. “Here.”
Deet leaned back in to show Rian, and he twisted to look.
“It’s amazing,” he breathed, sounding as awed as the first time she had braided his hair.
“Thank you,” she whispered back. Rian was suddenly aware of how close they were, and that their hands were touching, and-
“I like you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, and he couldn’t catch them in time. Deet froze.
“What?” Her voice was quiet, shaking. He slowly looked up at her. Her large eyes were on him, wide and surprised.
He inhaled. “I like you, Deet. A lot. It may even be more than a lot. And I understand if you don’t feel the same way –”
“Are you crazy?”
Damn it, Rian, he cursed himself. You were an idiot to think she’d ever return your feelings. He looked back down, shoulders beginning to sag.
“Of course I like you.”
What? “You- you-” He looked at her again and nearly melted. Her eyes were soft, and she was beaming. “I thought you didn’t –”
“I thought you didn’t!” Deet began to laugh, which caused Rian to do the same. Soon, the two were laughing so hard the boat began to sway dramatically, and the laughter died down as the gripped the edges of the boat to keep from capsizing. Rian met Deet’s eyes, a silly grin wide on his face.
After some time, she spoke up. “I would really like to kiss you right now.” She blinked, her eyes wide. “Sweet Mother Aughra, did I just say that out loud?”
Rian chuckled, scooting closer to her. “Yes, you did. And I would just like to say that… I wholeheartedly accept your offer.”
“Oh, good, ‘cause I-” She wasn’t able to finish the sentence before Rian had brushed his lips against hers.
“Sorry for interrupting,” Rian muttered, face impossibly close to hers. His voice was low again, but heavy this time. Deet was sure she was blushing furiously.
“It doesn’t matter,” she muttered back. She saw his eyes flick down to her lips, then back up to her.
“Can I kiss you again?” He asked quietly.
Deet answered by closing the distance between them. She could feel Rian’s arms wrap around her back, gently pulling her closer. She slowly moved her hand to rest on the back of his neck, her fingers lightly tangled in the wisps of hair too small to stay in the braid. She tried to soak up the moment as best she could. She wanted it to last forever.
“FINALLY!”
Deet and Rian jumped back in surprise, Deet emitting a little yell of shock. Gurjin was close to standing, Brea attempting (and failing) to tug him back down as her laughter resounded across the area.
“I’ve been waiting for goddamn ages. Ages!”
Deet turned her head slightly to Rian, her eyes meeting his. She raised a brow, clearly amused. “Rian, how long exactly have you liked me?”
“Uh…” he ran his hands through his bangs. “Around since you moved here, if I’m being honest.”
“Oh?” Two years? Deet began to giggle. “Two years? Rian, I- I-” she couldn’t find the words, so she settled on pulling him close again and pressing her lips to his.
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 Six College/University!AU
Profiles and aesthetics✨
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Age 22, only child
She has a Bachelor’s degree in Business and Management, and she’s finishing her postgraduate Master’s in Finance
The Castile-Aragon family is old money rich. Her parents own a big company that she’s meant to inherit
Didn’t come out to her family yet. She’s.. not scared, per se, she knows her parents will love her no matter what, but still she feels like she’s disappointing them
(Aragon: I will tell them... eventually. It’s not like I have a serious girlfriend or anything)
Hasn’t gotten used to British weather even though she has been living in England since she was 15. Starts to use winter wear in September ‘cause she’s always cold
Aesthetic: ankle length boots. Has tons of blazers, wears them under a Burberry coat. Turtleneck sweaters and bottom-down shirts. Jeans or wide leg-pants. Likes to wear layered jewelry, has one gold cross chain necklace she never takes off
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Age 22, youngest child. She has two older brothers: Edward(the family disappointment) and Thomas(the golden boy)
Their parents kind of pinned them against each other when they were young, so they’re all super competitive. And dramatic. Jane has mosty outgrown this
(Thomas: I get it, you’re jealous. I’d be jealous too if someone was better than me at everything their whole life
Jane: not everything! I’m a better dancer than you *starts dancing horribly*
Parr: hon, you have badly misjudged your own abilities
Thomas: you think you’re better than me?! *also starts dancing terribly*
Parr: nevermind, you got a shot)
Just finished her Bachelor's in Social Work. Used to work part-time at the university’s library, that’s where she met Cathy
They have been dating for about a year and a half. They talked about moving in together, and when Jane scored her internship(full-time counseling job at a public school) they decided to speed things up, since Cathy’s apartment is way closer to it
Proud mama bear of her friend group
Aesthetic: ballet flats. Loves cozy cardigans. And scarves, she likes knitting them. Wears a lot of blouse and skirt convos, and dresses over long sleeve t-shirts. Likes flower patterns and clothing with ruffles. Wears soft, natural looking make-up
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Age 21, has an older sister(Mary) and a twin brother(George)
Her father is a politician, and used to be an ambassador in France. Her family is upper-middle class
 She has a Bachelor's degree in Music Composition, and she’s currently doing a foundation degree in Music Performance. She plays the guitar
Sort of disowned. Parents do not agree with her carreer choice, and her father keeps pressuring her to “leave her hobby to do a real carreer, like Law or Politics”. They just now stopped paying for her tuition and most of her expenses, so she’s not exactly broke(..yet)
Aesthetic: heelys
(Parr: Anne, no, we live in the thrid floor and there isn’t an elevetor in our building
Boleyn: ugh fine.. whatever mom
Parr: I’m younger than you!)
black converse. Wears fishnet stockings with e v e r y t h i n g, ripped jeans, shorts, leather skirts. Band T-shirts and plaid fannel shirts. Leather jacket. Ear cuff earrings. Does not own a coat or any proper winter clothes, except this one knitted hat with a pompom
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Age 20. No siblings. Her mom raised her alone and she is Cathy’s hero
Just graduated top of her class in record time, girl was tired™. Got a Joint Honours(it’s like a double major) degree in Journalism and English
...who are we kidding, she still tired™. Wouldn’t sleep at all if Jane didn’t drag her to bed
(Boleyn: don’t make me put sleeping pills in your coffee again
Seymour: ..again?)
Both excited and very stressed about having finished her university studies and finding a job
Reluctant mother of the children she has befriended(Anne and Kat)
Aesthetic: oxford shoes. Has reading glasses. Very practical dresser, her clothes always have tons of pockets. Wears overalls a lot. Likes double demin. And stripes! T-shirts with slogans fill her wardrobe, nerdy, sarcastic, funny, she has them all. Has a blue parka with a fur collar
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Age 20, has a younger sister, they get along well. Both of them claim the other is their dads’ favourite child(which, true, but they both get to be one’s favorite)
She’s a RA at Richmond Hall, and she’s doing her fourth year of Veterinary Science. Loves dogs so much  
Her family is new money rich. Sister does modelling, and is now the face of the famous Holbein magazine. Anna and her kinda look alike and people tend to think Anna’s famous
Has a motorcycle
She and Catalina play football/soccer together on the university’s team
Aesthetic: combat boots, or running shoes. Faux fur, and faux fur only, will scream at you about animal cruety for asuming otherwise.
(Cleves: and I’m going to be a vet for god’s sake)
Black jeans. Cargo pants. Will wear sports clothes whenever she can manege. Basic top and basketball shorts. Tracksuits. Decided to straighten her hair because it took too much time styling her curls everyday. Has a nose ring. Always paints her nails, mostly metalic colors and reflective nail polish. Huge coats
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Age 18, middle child that doesn’t get enough attention. Her parents divorced when she was 10. She lived at her dad’s and occasionally crashed at her grandmother’s or her aunt(Anne’s mom)’s when he travelled
Just started her first year at the university, studies Sociology oriented to Human Rights
She’s very exited to be there because she thought she wouldn’t be able to aford going
Got a cheerleading scholarship. People often underestimate her or call her an airhead, which pisses her off
(Some asshole: wait you have an A level GCE?
Howard: what, like, it’s hard?)
now living at the dorms
Aesthetic: sneakers. Likes to be cute and confortable. Wears leggins a lot(with prints!!), and a crop top or an oversize hoodie. Weakness for sparkles, in everything, definitly loves glitter make-up. Has holographic raincoat. Unlike Anne, she knows how to layer her clothes, everything is winter-wear if you put enough things under it
Yes I know, y’all wanted a fic(..and myself included) and this are random headcanons no one but me cares about BUT—
More drabbles are coming! (I can't lie to you guys, I don’t know if I’ll ever write a multi-chapter fic with the original idea but continue writing little piecces of this AU, it’s tons of fun) 
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aftermath
warnings: food mentions, remus gorey thoughts, sharp mention
ship: remrom
Remus has forgotten a card for Roman’s gift, and the two of them are left to clean up the aftermath from the Prince’s birthday party.
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It came as a shock to absolutely no-one that the common house was full of glitter after Roman’s party.
A dying Bluetooth speaker replayed Don’t Stop Believing, its music tinny and hollow as the vocals lapsed in and out and the phone’s virtual assistant sang Battery low over and over. Remus stuck some half-melted vanilla bean ice cream in the fridge before putting red velvet cake into the freezer; it took him a few seconds to rectify his mistake. 
Roman hummed as he swept up pieces of foil confetti. 
“I didn’t forget your gift, you know,” Remus said absentmindedly as he picked up a pompom and put it in a bag. “I wanted it to be ready for you, I didn’t wanna give you something bad or that you wouldn’t like.”
“If it’s from you, I’d like it.”
“If I gave you smallpox, you wouldn’t like it.”
“Well, that’s smallpox. No-one likes it. Besides, I don’t think that was what you were planning on giving me.”
“Shit, you’ve got me there.” Remus glanced around before jumping up and tugging down the tinsel-like Happy Birthday, Roman! banner. “There. Common room, restored.”
Roman dumped the confetti in the wastebin. “You’re right, dandelion. Back to its former glory.”
“If we can get the glitter off the ceiling.”
“Yeah..”
“How on earth did we get it there, anyways?”
“Probably with the saline water-balloon that we infused with glitter?”
Roman laughed, going to the fridge and grabbing himself a juicebox. “Want one?”
“Please.”
Remus liked stabbing the straw through the cardboard, not through the spot where the straw was meant to go. Roman drank his as it was meant to go, summoning some paper, crayons, and two pens, one green and one red.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’ve got an idea and I want to write it out,” said Roman. 
“You know... I forgot to write a card for my gift.”
“Dear, you don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to.”
“...Hey, do you want to do what we used to, where we work on things together and compare?”
Remus nodded, grabbing a pen and getting to work.
It was a strange environment to work in, with the paper they were using still flecked with crimson glitter from the table. Roman shook his head at the scarlet crayon and reached for a brick-red at the same moment that Remus was carefully shading in his drawing with the ballpoint pen’s residue ink. From time to time, they took sips of their drinks.
“I’m done,” said Roman a few minutes after the Bluetooth speaker had died, flipping his paper so that it was impossible to see.
“I am, too.” Remus covered up the paper by leaning his upper body on the tabletop. “Don’t look at me like that, I promise it won’t smudge.”
“On the count of three, we reveal them.”
“Okay! One, knife--”
“...I’m sorry, knife?”
“To be completely fair to me, you did say on three, not that I couldn’t say knife.”
Roman smiled. “You know what, that’s fair.”
“All right.” They counted together. “One, knife, two, three!”
They revealed their drawings.
Roman stared at Remus’ ink-portrait. It was of surprisingly good quality, with Remus smiling as he pointed to a surprisingly non-gorey hole in his chest (it was shaped like a cartoon heart, just allowing the other side to show through) and a “Wanted” poster of Roman. It read, Handsome Prince wanted! He stole my heart. Reward: lots of kisses and cuddles. Happy birthday xx -- your dandelion >:)
“Is that for me?” whispered Roman. “You’ve beaten me at my own game. I.. I wanna keep it forever and ever.”
“You’re telling me?” Remus asked as he pointed to Roman’s work.
Roman’s drawing, on the other hand, was a pink rose dripping tar, drops of dew on it. It read in beautiful calligraphy, You’ve taken my breath away, dandelion. Thank you for an absolutely amazing year. -- your prince, forever yours.
“That’s a freaking masterpiece, Roman, I... Fuck, I’d embroider that onto my soul in a heartbeat. You can keep mine, it’s for you and no-one else.”
“I’ll find a nice frame for it. Something that nice ought to be displayed, if you’re okay with it.”
“I’m keeping this in my special-gifts-from-Roman chest and never ever letting anyone else hold it! Ooh, that reminds me.” He reached into his pocket. “I got you a really nice gift, I think you’ll like it-- here!”
He handed Roman a small brass contraption of gears and emblems. It was the size of a golfball, with all sorts of patterned perforations.
“Er, I love it, but what is it?”
“I’m giving you the stars.” Remus tapped it with his fingertip; the contraption began to glow. “Here, let’s go to the common living room.”
They stepped into the room adjacent to the kitchen. No-one else was there; however, it wasn’t free from the glitter that had defined Roman’s party. They’d need to clean it up later.
“Okay, we’re ready! Turn off the light!”
Roman flicked the switch.
The room sank into darkness, but all around them, glimmers of light began to shine. It was like a living night sky, constellations moving of their own accord and the glitter scattered from the party refracting back little pinpoints of starshine.
“And just tap it again to turn it off,” explained Remus. “So, er, what do you--”
“It’s perfect,” whispered Roman, taking a step towards the wall which now displayed Orion the Hunter, which gently moved along. “It’s so wonderful... You literally gave me the stars?”
“Psh, it was nothing! I am glad you like it, though.”
“Remus, I don’t know how I’m going to outdo you for your birthday. Nothing could top this.”
“Heck, no need to worry about outdoing me! You don’t even have to get me anything.”
“But I want to.”
“Sweetie, I’ll love anything you give me, and I do mean absolutely anything.”
Roman smiled. “You know what I wished for this year, and what I’m wishing for on these stars?”
Remus leaned in for a kiss; when Roman leaned forward, too, he pressed his lips to his. 
“Don’t tell me,” whispered Remus when they pulled apart, “or it won’t come true.”
“It just did come true, though, when you pressed your lips against mine.”
“You hopeless romantic, you.”
“It is in my name. Er, or am I in its name...? Well, it doesn’t matter. Thanks, dear dandelion.”
Remus smiled, wrapping his arm around Roman’s waist as they settled onto the sofa. “Happy birthday, Princey.”
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