#and i trust polish translation more sorry

[lesbianyosano]

oh also another thing that bugs me about how kunikida gets characterized is how often poeple describe him as someone super polite who never swears lmao. he has one of the most vulgar speech patterns in the series, the most of the ada for sure. he only uses honorifics for fukuzawa, ranpo and yosano, being direct and unofficial with the others, regularly calls atsushi "brat" and uses familiar/rude pronouns (like ore/omae/kisama) and people think he'd tell someone off for saying fuck

#bsd doesnt have a high rating so there isnt much swearing for that reason #well. polish translation is a little loose on that #and im saying official translations not the fan ones #bc as good as they are they tend to put swearing where official ones dont have it #like that “agency motherfuckers” scene #in two official translations that ive seen its “stupid detectives/detective agency” #and i trust polish translation more sorry #txt. #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo

[trupowieszcz-moved]

have you ever wondered what people ate in 17th century poland? me neither, but my dad has and since he's a historical reenactor and has reenactor friends, they managed to dig out a cooking book from the period, called Compendium Ferculorum.

this book contains possibly the weirdest recipe i have ever fucking seen, enigmatically called "dish with pancakes", to lull you into a false sense of security. the weirdest thing about it is that it actually tastes really good, and not at all like you would imagine when you initially hear what goes into it.

i understand most of you aren't able to read 17th century polish in a gothic font, so here's the direct transcription:

LXXVI. Potráwá z Naleśnikami Weźmiy Kapłona álbo Cielęćiny, álbo Báránka, porąb, wymocz, ociągniy, odbierz, poley Rosołem, ułoż másłá, pietruszki, soli, warż, á gdy dowiera, wley rosołu, wley Octu winnego, Cukru, pieprzu, Szafránu, Cynamonu, przywarz. Zrob Naleśniki, w materią wsyp trochę Száfranu y Cukru, uwarz Ryżu albo Jaieśnicę usmasz, wsyp Száfranu, Rożenkow drybnych, zawiiay tę máteryą w Naleśniki, w ktorą y Cukru przydasz, zrob z Jáiec máteryą, to iest: rozbiy Jáiec, maczay końce tych Naleśnikow w Jáycách rozbitych, puszczay ná gorące másło, a gdy odrętwiesz, daway te potráwę, a Naleśniki ná wierzch kładź, a zalewáiąc day ciepło.

which, loosely "translated" to modern polish, would be:

76. Potrawa z naleśnikami Weź kurczaka, cielęcinę lub baranka, poćwiartuj, wymocz, oskóruj, odbierz [to nie wiem co mogło oznaczać niestety], zalej rosołem, dołóż masła, pietruszki i soli, gotuj, a gdy zawrze, wlej resztę rosołu, ocet winny, cukier, pieprz, szafran i cynamon, gotuj dalej. Zrób naleśniki, do ciasta dosyp trochę szafranu i cukru, ugotuj ryż lub usmaż jajecznicę, wsyp szafran, drobne rodzynki i zawiń to nadzienie w naleśniki; w rozbełtanych jajkach z dodatkiem cukru zamocz końce naleśników i podsmaż na maśle, a gdy jajko się zetnie, podawaj potrawę z naleśnikami na górze, zalanymi gorącą zupą.

and in english:

76. Pancake dish Take a chicken, veal or lamb, quarter it, soak it, skin it, pick it up [this I don't know what it could mean unfortunately], pour broth over it, add butter, parsley and salt, cook it, and when it boils, pour in the rest of the broth, wine vinegar, sugar, black pepper, saffron and cinnamon, continue cooking. Make pancakes, add a little saffron and sugar to the batter, cook rice or scrambled eggs, add saffron, small raisins and wrap this filling in the pancakes; dip the ends of the pancakes in beaten eggs with added sugar and fry in butter, and when the egg has set, serve the dish with the pancakes on top, drenched in hot soup.

lo and behold, this is what it looks like:

maybe it's not the most appetizing thing in the world, but please trust me when i say that this slaps. this is so fucking good. it has no right of being this good, but it is. why would they eat it back in the day if it wasn't good? this was for high-ranking nobles' kitchens. it had to slap. it had to be over the top and weird.

since the original recipe isn't very descriptive of how much of what you have to add, i'm gonna write it out with as many details as i can for those who aren't as kitchen-savvy and wish to try to make this tasty abomination. unfortunately i forgot to take pictures along the way, so no illustrations, sorry.

Ingredients (for about... 4 servings? I don't know. We had 2 and there was still a lot left):

for the pancakes:

500g of all-purpose flour

4-5 eggs (3 for the batter, 1-2 for later shenanigans)

like a cup of milk

2-3 spoons of sugar (brown sugar would probably be more historically accurate)

saffron (the more the better but watch out, it's expensive as shit)

some water if it turns out too thick

for the broth:

1.5 liters of water

3 stock cubes (if the package says one per 0.5l; otherwise just check what it says)

or you can just make broth from scratch if you want to roleplay a 17th century cook

3-4 chicken drumsticks (or an equivalent amount of veal or lamb)

cinnamon

black pepper

m o r e s a f f r o n

around 120g of butter (half a package if you're polish and know what i'm talking about)

one parsley root

3-4 tablespoons of wine vinegar

a... handful? of sugar. around 2-3 tablespoons, I guess

for the scrambled eggs:

4 eggs (or more; 1 per pancake)

a little bit of milk

1 tablespoon of sugar

e v e n m o r e s a f f r o n if you can afford it

raisins (or dried cranberries or whatever you want that has a similar taste size and texture)

you can also try to make this with rice instead of scrambled eggs. i imagine it can't be that hard.

the steps (there's a lot.):

Sieve the flour and add every other pancake ingredient into it; make sure the saffron is crushed into smaller bits

mix that shit with a hand mixer. it should be the consistency of like, sour cream, so if it's too thick, add a bit of water and check again. it's gotta be generally thick though, make sure it's not too runny (if the consistency is beginning to resemble banana juice, it's too runny already).

heat up the pan, put a little bit of oil on it with a folded paper towel (so you don't burn yourself on accident) and cook the pancakes until they're a bit golden, but not yet brownish in the spots that stick to the pan the most. basically just don't burn them. add a little oil the same way every 2 pancakes.

there's your pancakes, set them aside and move on to other stuff - it's broth time

boil the stock with the parsley root and your meat of choice, but don't add any spices yet, just the fuckton of butter. let it simmer for like an hour. yes, an hour. good soup takes time.

once the time has passed, you can add the spices. notice how i didn't really specify how much of the spices you have to add, and this is because you have to follow your heart and add as much as you can possibly handle eating. no, it's not gonna be too much. add that shit. add 3/4 of a 15g pepper packet. add almost the entire 15 grams of cinnamon. add like a bit of salt, but not a lot this time, just like 2 pinches. ADD THE SAFFRON. add the sugar. add more vinegar than you think would be enough normally. it's gonna boil away anyway.

mix it and let it simmer for even longer. taste it every now and then to see if you can handle it. if a few minutes after doing the dark magic listed above the taste is still very strong, that's good. if it's so strong your throat starts burning, you may be entitled to some more water in there, but if you don't start crying, leave it be. for like another hour.

time for scrambled eggs. rule of the thumb is 1 egg per 1 pancake and 2 pancakes per serving, so if you're cooking for 2, use 4 eggs. easy. add everything that i listed, but if you miss the sugar or the raisins, those can be added after you cook it.

once you have cooked the scrambled eggs, put it on a plate and wash your pan if you don't have another one/don't want to use another one. mix two remaining eggs in a bowl.

put the scrambled eggs with raisins (or whatever you decided to put in there) in your pancakes and roll them as tightly as you can manage. heat up your pan and put some butter on it.

CAREFULLY dip the ends of the pancakes in the mixed eggs and transfer them to the pan with butter. it may be easier to put them on the pan first and pour a little bit of the egg over the ends then, so if you're not sure you can dip them without the entire filling falling out suddenly, do that instead.

fry the pancakes on both sides until the egg is no longer in liquid form.

now, the serving:

pour a ladle of soup into a soup plate

put a piece of your meat in there too if it hasn't disintegrated completely and just started floating around in pieces

put two pancakes in the soup

now you can eat this thing. smacznego :)

I would also like to thank @slavicafire for posting weird old recipes sometimes and inspiring me to take the time to write all of this out :^)

#recipe #history #poland #polish food #historical food #soup #pancakes #eggs

[dmagedgoods]

5, 8, 12, and D for Eneas?

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust? It’s very hard because he mistrusts from the start, there is nothing to earn there. 😌 I'm sorry, serious answer now. 😂💕 He learned how easily people turn the moment their emotions are influenced in a strong enough way. And while he polished this very art himself, he knows that he can’t control any single aspect and doesn’t want to. He actually enjoys it when his plans don’t go exactly the way he imagined and when people surprise him. But because he has to / wants to leave room for those elements, it’s even more important that he protects himself from dangerous developments. He almost never lets anyone genuinely close. When it happens though, when he actually trusts, he will be scared but not take it back unless the person truly betrays him then. This very case may hit him hard enough that he won’t even be able to take revenge like he usually does with those harming him. 8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child Awww, when he still was with his parents? Aeneas (back then written like this, yes) was a very well-behaved boy. Sometimes his parents told him to stop dreaming or playing and to help his sisters instead but most of the time, as the youngest child, he got spoiled and treated with all the patience and love. Later, when he lived on the streets? He was told to “stop tainting the city, worthless vermin” quite often. 12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? That’s such a funny question. Like, literally? He chuckled and told me that he retreats to take care of it in private, with a tool if necessary, or if he’s with someone in a more private setting, he asks them to help him out for a moment. D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? When Salvadore first mentioned him, Eneas appeared to me and he looked almost exactly like he does today. His hair seemed darker the first few times I saw him in my mind but it turned out this was just a temporary style; his actual hair color is a warm brown. Aside from that, I only ever changed his appearance when I translated him from universes where he’s human to universes where he’s a tiefling. The darker, stoney grey skin color didn’t work out though, he decided, and returned to his former warm bronze tone he has when human too.

#those were fun! #thank you so much! 💗 #oc: eneas #ask games #my ocs #dmagedtexts

[whenyoulosesmallmind]

I fratelli Karamazov 1969 [EP1] - Ivan & Smerdjakov + at Katja's, the beginning of the three thousand rubles affair

As a farewell to 2023 and to a happy new year, I bring you... some more Karamazovian dramatics!

part one | part two | part three (you are here!)

Some sparse notes before the translated transcripts start under the cut: 1. usual disclaimer that I'm not a professional, just an amateur, and am doing this out of pure insanity -- if you want to discuss translation related things or have some corrections, my inbox is open and your thoughts are welcomed <3; 2. mild trigger warnings for (time appropriate): strongly implied slut shaming and more vague possibly mysoginistic remarks made by Smerdjakov about Grušen’ka -- i feel like Smerdjakov himself is sometimes made to fit into the evil gay "advisor" stereotype and that might not be everyone's cup of tea -- while I don't think these bits take anything away from the writing and actually contribute to paint a more vivid picture of the society and the time the work is set in, we must keep in mind that this is a 1969 adaptation of a 1860s novel and that there are things about it that might squick some nowdays; 3. I'm actually really sorry that this took me so long to finish, I've had the dialogues written down and a rough sketch of the translation sitting around for months and polishing it turned out to be an harder task that what I thought it would be. There's still some sentences I'm not 100% sure about, but done in this case is better than perfect, and it doesn't matter how much I mourn the formal you in english, I gotta learn to work without it; 4. that said, this time I relied in a couple of scene on a lot more stage directions than last time, I felt that some more prominent acting/staging choices, especially in the Ivan & Smerdjakov bit, were important enough to warrant a description -- Katja and Dmitrij's interaction I feel instead it relies on more subtle choices for its effect, that are harder to describe, especially on Katja's side, so left it more barebones to give the dialogue more space (so you should watch it to get the full effect, wink wink nudge nudge); 5. enjoy the insanity <33

Interpreters: Umberto Orsini as Ivan Karamazov, Antonio Salines as Smerdjakov, Neda Naldi as M. Chochlakova, Maria Grazia Antonini as Lisa Chochlakova, Carla Gravina as Katerina Ivanovna and Corrado Pani as Dmitrij Karamazov.

Original script by Diego Fabbri, directed by Sandro Bolchi.

You can follow watch the drama here on YT or here on RaiPlay -- I suggest the latter, it's free and it's the original source, but youtube's still there if you prefer.

[INT. – AT THE KARAMAZOV’S/IVAN’S ROOM] min. 14:19

(Ivan snaps his fingers from behind a screen – Smerdjakov enters: he’s here to help Ivan get dressed)

Smerdjakov: (with a servile tone – to keep in mind for all his dialogues: he never drops it) I’m not allowed to say certain things, as I’m just a servant who should only thank his master’s benevolence, but if I may risk a word it’s only because I’m devoted to you, Ivan Fëdorovič…

Ivan: (with a harsh tone – emphasis on devoted; he keeps up the commanding/angry tone until stated otherwise) I sincerely don’t understand why you should be devoted to me! – As you put it.

Smerdjakov: I like to hear you talk, Ivan Fëdorovič… when you’re arguing, downstairs, with your father–

Ivan: That’s rare!

Smerdjakov: (cont. – must note: as Smerdjakov is helping Ivan button the back of his waistcoat, they are talking in front of a mirror and the last piece of this line is spoken while they’re both looking at their reflection) Well, those times I… I never miss a word. Sometimes I even hide, I must confess, to not lose the flow of the conversation… and I can say that you don’t converse: you reason.

Ivan: Is the frac ready? – Did you iron the frac?!

Smerdjakov: Ironed, Ivan Fëdorovič: I overlooked the ironing myself because I don’t trust that muddler, Marfa, nor that hick Grigorj.

Ivan: (amused/sardonic – he’s putting on the cuntiest little round glasses) What is it – what would you have told me if you were allowed to speak freely?

Smerdjakov: Well, now maybe… I wouldn’t dare…

Ivan: You’re allowed! And don’t make me beg you…(grabs Smerdjakov by his hair and pulls him close) you’re cunning.

Smerdjakov: But maybe you already know, Ivan Fëdorovič–

Ivan: What should I know? (he releases Smerdjakov)

Smerdjakov: Dmitrij’s new sudden infatuation for Agrafena Aleksandrovna… they’re talking about it, in town, because Agrafena Aleksandrovna – Grušen’ka, you understand? – she has her own history, and those who have their own history are on everyone’s lips.

Ivan: It’ll be my brother Dmitrij’s usual whim.

Smerdjakov: Well… It may be something more. Certainly something different.

Ivan: Dmitrij has a fiancée.

Smerdjakov: The noble miss Katerina Ivanovna.

Ivan: (with a softer tone, almost dreamily, clearly he’s thinking about Katja) …and there is not a girl more fine nor fascinating – (back to the harsh tone; note that after this rise he softens a bit) so?!

Smerdjakov: And who might say the contrary… but this Grušen’ka, as those who know her say, looks like she might have other… other requirements. I’ve told you she has a history and, for a man as intelligent as you are, it’s all said.

Ivan: (laughs) The shoes – get the bone shoe horn, the long one.

Smerdjakov: (kneeling to put the shoes on Ivan, who is sitting on the bed) And then there’s more that’s riling Dmitrij up, there’s almost a challenge.

Ivan: The gossiper that you are…

Smerdjakov: (laughs) If it were gossip, I wouldn’t speak, Ivan Fëdorovič, but I can always stop here, if you prefer.

Ivan: And speak, then, say what you want to say.

Smerdjakov: For… this Grušen’ka has, how can I say it – given his age, fallen in love is a kind term, is it? – the master fell for her, too.

Ivan: What master?

Smerdjakov: (Smerdjakov looks up to Ivan) Ours – (he looks at the shoe he’s putting on Ivan) mine. Fëdor Pavlovič, you father, sir. (laughs) He’s fallen madly in love!

Ivan: (as he kicks Smerdjakov away, sending him sprawling on the ground) You’re a reptile!

Smerdjakov: I swear on everything I believe that this is the truth!

Ivan: And since you don’t believe in anything, you perjure!

Smerdjakov: (as he gets up to his feet) I guarantee you, Ivan Fëdorovič – the master confided in me, and I already had to run some tasks for him at that lady’s… I don’t badmouth: I confide in you, if you allow me, of course… Fëdor Pavlovič, despite his age, is gone for her to the point he even wishes to marry her – (reaching for Ivan) to this, we’ve come!

Ivan: (he gets up, puts distance between him and Smerdjakov again) Do the two know?

Smerdjakov: The two? – you mean, the father and the son? (as he gets Ivan’s frac and helps him wear it) I believe so, and this is, I think, the true reason for the hatred: no more the heritage. And it’s not yet said that the older one won’t have it his way, Dmitrij’s impetus notwithstanding – and I find him a handsome young man, a young man who should be liked, on the contrary: who is liked, undoubtedly; but this time, in this challenge, eh!, who knows? Because it looks like this Grušen’ka lights, how can I say, lights the amorous fantasy in more mature… elderly men; it’s one of her particularities, they say.

Ivan: (angry) Stop it! – (then, distraught) I have no more need for you, I’m ready.

Smerdjakov: The coat is downstairs, in the wardrobe. I’m sorry I upset you, Ivan Fëdorovič.

Ivan: (still distraught, upset) I’m only thinking about poor Katerina Ivanovna; ignorant, I suppose… (he scratches at the door frame with his fingernails) that upsets me.

*

[INT. – AT KATERINA IVANOVNA’S/BALLROOM] min. 19:52

(the scene opens with the camera following a waiter carrying a teacups tray through a moderately crowded ballroom; he stops by M. Chochlakova and Lisa)

Waiter: Please, madame.

M. Chochlakova: (takes one of the offered teacups) Thank you.

Waiter: Some tea, miss?

(Lisa shakes her head; the camera returns to following the movement of the waiter amongst Katja’s guests, until he passes by Katerina herself and Ivan and focuses on them – note: Ivan isn’t wearing his cunty glasses anymore, but he’s cuntily holding a cigarette)

Ivan: Yes, I am… I am worried for Dmitrij, the argument with my father over that damned heritage is exasperating him: he withdraws, he hides; we can’t find him for days and days. Do you see him?

Katja: I was hoping to have him with us today, I had a note delivered to his domicile but… who knows if he’ll show up. However, you don’t have to worry so, Ivan Fëdorovič: I know Dmitrij, I know what is troubling him at this moment. We need to let his agitation placate naturally. Why did he target his father so intensely – because now he needs money and he doesn’t have any, and he’s so proud he won’t borrow from anyone: and so he gets exasperated.

Ivan: So you think, Katerina Ivanovna, that money might pacify him.

Katja: No, it’s not the money that gives him peace. Dmitrij is the most generous man I have ever known, money obsesses him only because it lets him act fully free.

Ivan: (smiles) Mh, I admire your intelligence and your… extraordinary lucidity; I did not think that a woman in love could see with such clarity the man she loves.

Katja: I believe it is love that makes me see so clearly, for Mitja’s sake. I know the situation I find myself in.

Ivan: Do you know about… the news, too?

Katja: I know the news, too. (she spots Dmitrij, who just entered) There he is! (she turns back to Ivan, their faces are very close) He came.

(the camera cuts to Dmitrij, standing very still; at Katja’s aunt’s call he comes towards her and kisses her hand) 

Katja’s aunt: Dmitrij Fëdorovič, don’t pretend to be a statue, come closer!

Lisa: I hoped you would bring along your brother Alëša…

Dmitrij: Don’t you know he walks a different path than us? And he’s serious about it, my little brother – he’s not like us, he doesn’t mistake the devil for holy water (he spots Ivan and Katja sitting together) Anyway, I see another member of the Karamazov family already preceded me, and is already here.

(to Katja’s aunt) You really want us all, eh?

Katja’s aunt: We would really like to have you all – because you’re pleasant, you Karamazovs.

Katja: (she stands up and walks towards her aunt) Aunt, I’ll let you have him all for yourself later, but may I speak to him for a moment first?

Katja’s aunt: Youths and feelings’ rights, I’ve always respected.

Katja: Dmitrij Fëdorovič, if you’ll follow me. (she exits with Dmitrij following)

(the scene cuts off with a shot of Ivan pensively about to take a drag of his cigarette, he seems to be following Katja and Dmitrij with his gaze)

[INT. – AT KATERINA IVANOVNA’S/KATJA’S ROOM] min. 23:07

Katja: Come, Mitja, come.

Dmitrij: Will it be a long talk? Maybe an explanation?

Katja: (rummaging through a vanity) No. No, I just have a favour to ask you Mitja; you should send this parcel to Moscow for me, to my sister Agaf’ja Ivanovna. It’s not urgent but… you really must be the one doing it, Mitja, because no-one in the house should know.

Dmitrij: Would it be a secret, then?

Katja: There are three thousand rubles inside, my sister needs them, or her husband does, I didn’t understand very well. In any case, I’m sending them personally; there (she hands him the parcel) I told you you can do it at your leisure, then you’ll give me the receipt, but… it has to remain between us, understood?

Dmitrij: I’ll do it right now, I’ll bring you the receipt immediately – (he makes for a side door) can I leave from here? I’d rather not pass through the ballroom.

Katja: But why, Mitja, what are they going to say about this sudden escape?

Dmitrij: They’ll say… they’ll say you asked me to tend to an urgent and delicate matter. Isn’t it the truth, Katja? And then, you won’t be alone: someone from the family will keep you in good company – actually, I’m wondering, why didn’t you ask Ivan for this favour? He would’ve been happy to make himself useful.

Katja: What you’re saying isn’t worthy of you, Mitja. Maybe you don’t even really think it, but… you want to hurt me, I feel it.Dmitrij: Is there anything I’m not worthy of? What is it that’s not worthy of me? Come on, Katja, you know very well how low I can go. I’ll do what you asked me to, and without anyone knowing. (he leaves)

#the brothers karamazov #i fratelli karamazov #mitya karamazov #dmitri karamazov #ivan karamazov #katerina ivanovna verkhovtseva #pavel smerdyakov #sam.exe

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

OC Nina Cerasus deep dive part 2.

Meet my OC from my Star-crossed story. (She is a young woman living in her early twenties on Naboo. The time period is before the Phantom Menace.) I already made a short list about her. This is a little more deeper and collected. I hope you enjoy knowing her and like her as much as I do. Sorry for any mistype or bad English this is not my first language. I made a mood board about how I imagine her, the pictures are from Pinterest.

have they / would they dye their hair? she is a natural dark chocolate brunette, maybe she would add some colorful highlights 

do they maintain eye contact when talking? definitely

what is their tell for lying? a small movement, she picks her right pinky finger.

do they have an accent? she speaks in Nabooan dialect, also, she has a raspy seductive voice. People often ask her if she has a sore throat. Sometimes she sounds out of breath because of her illness. 

what languages do they speak? basic, binari (droid), kenari, 

what kind of music do they listen to? alternative/ acoustic/classic piano, also I think she would like Lana del Rey, Hozier and Mitski

describe them in one word. What could happen to make them the opposite? Abandoned. / Stay by.

do they have any ghosts? yes, her mom died, her dad left, and Maul broke her heart 

what is their worst fear? left alone, die alone, being forgotten

what is a secret they do not tell anyone? she has a few:

That her relationship was with Maul (in my Star-crossed fic)  

She was there when her mom died. 

She was the one who unveiled her fathers frauds and thefts and sent him to jail. It's her revenge. 

what motto do they live by? Ad astra per aspera. - Through hardships to the stars.

if they were a famous figure, who would they be? she was inspired by many characters from movies or books, also from my own life, but if I have to say some concrete examples it would be Amal Clooney's and Dakota Johnson's dressing style, a lot of inpo comes from Ellie Saab and Zuhair Murad gowns. And Sofia Bush's voice.

Also she got her name from my highscool bff called Nina. (She passed away a few years ago sadly due to a car accident.) So it's like a memorial thing to name my oc of her. A few of her personality traits, her freckles and silly moments also given to my character that remind me of my friend. And the green eyes my oc has is coming from me.

personality: the constant fear of being abandoned, having trust issues and the feeling of never being good enough. And she is trying to be the best version of herself by working hard and passionately. She fears to show out her real emotions or build connections, especially romantic ones. 

what great moment shaped them to be who they are? Have they lived through the moment yet? 

discovering her heart disease

when her mom got sick her dad left them and made his own family

Maul choose revenge over her and left in the Phantom Menace, she thinks he just left and used her, she never knew he was the sith assassin till my Heavenbound fic

her grandma’s first accident, then her hospital rest time

Wolffe’s love changed her, healed her and made her trust him and believe in love

what is their fatal flaw? fear of abandonment and trust issues makes her make bad decisions

how do they feel about jewelry? painted nails? she likes celestial themed or rare, personalized dainty jewelry

she gets her nails done soft almond shapes, and always decorated with stars and moons and use sparkly nail polish

what kind of art are they? astrophile as a hobby, art deco as a style, romanticism as paintings and mythological in sculptures and a femme fatale archetype in movies/novels

do they play a sport? weekly pilates lessons and dancing in clubs

do they have a speech impairment? how would that translate across paper? she is well spoken, and intelligent. Also her voice is raspy but in a seductive way.

what could you do to betray their trust? lying 

what makes them smile? acts of kindness and gentleness, paying attention to her little things, also the starry sky, and her loved ones

if you had to choose something to make them go all john wick, who would it be? to protect her loved ones

do they swear? in what language? yes in basic mostly

how comfortable do they feel around strangers? she tries to seem calm and collected being in charge of the conversation, but she usually assesses and judges their gestures and researches their back intentions

are they extraverted or introverted? introverted 

do they stand straight? what is their posture like? straight and hard like a ballerina's posture

what is their sleep schedule like? when she has time after work on mini power naps on rare occasions, she’s more insomniac workaholic

would they consciously invade someone else's body space? even a stranger's? always holds a decent distance, except when she flirts

how do they feel about contact with other people? do they flinch? she doesn’t like touchy people and only hugs her loved ones

are they the first to hug? never (exception if when she hugs Maul)

what would make them kill / stop them from killing? her morals, she wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose and she avoids physical harm

how do they smile? do they have dimples? yes she has smaller dimples, and in her apples and on her chin, and it makes her diastema visible

what about their teeth -- braces? sharp teeth? dentures? yellow teeth? what about spots? hers are white and straight but she has diastema (a big space between her two front teeth)

how do they get others' attention? clear their throat? punch them? clears her throat,

do they talk with their hands? sometimes

what is their final goal? building her home, having a family and feeling safe

how would they describe happiness? being with the people she can trust and love, under the bright starry night admiring the comets

what is their biggest conflict? it doesn't need to be big for everyone else, only for them. 

she needs to learn to let others in and be open for love

it’s hard for her to understand that Wolffe is loves her and doesn’t have the intention to leave her

also letting go Maul, she never knew who he truly was and her ideal about him got shattered in my Heavenbound fic, she had a hard time learning the truth letting her feelings go and having a closure, after she meets him on Mandalore

how do they react to death? seel super sad, and isolate herself 

do they cry? how do they cry ? in silent tears, or sobbing and screaming in pain, but she is not a crybaby. she suppresses it and have “episodes” of panic attacks she refers to as“inner storms”

how do they react when someone else is crying? can they comfort a stranger? she tries to give some sort of solution or comfort, she is empathetic

how are they around pets? are they allergic to any? she is allergic to tooka cats, she loves wolves 

following up, do they have allergies? to some pollens, and tooka cats

do they take off their shoes going into a stranger's house? would they offer to do the dishes? she offers to help cleaning up

do they call strangers by their first name or title? she is a professional lawyer so she calls people on their title/ titled name or accost

how do they show fear? trying to hide it? shaking? etc. she tries to hide it and acting calm and collected, try to show out her fearlessness, her voice is tremble and she shake's lightly

what is their impact on other characters? she usually gives the impression of a beautiful, clever, well spoken intelligent women who is very elusive and cunning

how could any of these change by the end of the story? we can see her softened up and warm hearted true self in the end of Heavenbound, she heals her traumas from Starcrossed, lets go of her past and builds her own family. She learns to trust and she dies while she is defending others. 

Taglist: @hellhound5925 @cloneloverrrrr @stardustbee @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @firstofficerwiggles

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#meet my oc #nina nerasus #oc nina cerasus #nika's writing #star-crossed the fic #maul and nina #if you have questions i am so happy to answear them #character deep dive #OC info dump #OC info #my oc nina cerasus #my oc #maul x nina #heavenbound the fic

[x-atlas-x]

“Marik?”

Upon hearing his name, Marik raised his head to see Ryou standing in the doorway to the living room. He smiled and lifted his glasses onto his forehead, “Hey. Finally finished with those Monster World figurines?”

“I am. I’ve given them all a fresh coat of paint and polished them up for our session this weekend,” Ryou explained as he crossed the room, settling on the couch beside Marik. “How’s work coming along?”

“Boring,” He groaned and moved his laptop off of his thighs and onto the coffee table. “It’s just menial tasks, like checking translations and shit. Nothing too interesting. Why? Did you miss me?”

“I always miss you,” Ryou said and his eyes twinkled brighter than the stars in the night sky. “But, I came in here to ask you something—for a favor, rather.”

Marik’s head tilted with curiosity, “What is it?”

“This is going to sound a bit strange, but…” Ryou trailed off, his hands fidgeting in his lap. Marik frowned. Clearly, whatever this was about was bothering him.

He reached out and clasped his hands, squeezing them tightly, “It’s okay. Take your time. I’m listening.”

Ryou inhaled deeply, then whispered, “I was hoping you could help me cut my hair.”

Immediately, Marik’s gaze flickered to the messy bun it was tied up into. He couldn’t help frowning as he thought about chopping many inches of it off. He loved Ryou’s hair; getting to brush and braid it, run his fingers through it, and playing with it whenever they cuddled. It made him wonder why he wanted to get rid of it.

“Why do you wanna do that? I love your hair!” Marik gushed, extending a hand towards the hair tie that was keeping it all gathered.

Ryou gently caught his wrist and pulled it back down, shaking his head, “I’m sorry. I love it, too, and I’ve tried not to let it bother me, but… It reminds me too much of him.”

Guilt hit Marik hard in the gut. That made sense. Ryou and his darker half were the spitting images of each other. The hair was often a key point and he could see how the slight messiness of it could resemble his counterpart.

“I’m aware that it’s foolish to cut it because of something so silly,” Ryou continued and his head was hanging in shame, eyes closed in defeat. His lashes fanned out of his cheeks and were beginning to mat with tears.

“Don’t apologize for that. It’s not silly or foolish,” Marik reassured, scooting over until he could wrap Ryou up in his arms. “If it bothers you, then it bothers you. If you think that cutting it will help you, then we’ll cut it. I’ll be more than happy to help you.”

Ryou hesitantly peeked at him, “Are you sure? I know that you like it a lot and I’m not certain that I’ll look good with short hair—“

“Nonsense!” Marik blurted and leapt to his feet, ultimately bringing an unbalanced Ryou with him. He scrambled to regain it, huffing as he looked expectantly at him to continue—which, he did, “You’re my amazing, beautiful, and gorgeous boyfriend! You’ll be handsome no matter what your hair looks like! I’ll still love you just the same – whether it’s short or long.”

“I love you, too,” Ryou embraced him, laying his head on his shoulder. “Do you think we could do it after you’ve finished your work?”

“Yeah, but why do you want me to do it? You could always go to a professional hairstylist,” Marik pointed out.

“I have a feeling it’ll be an emotional process that I’d rather not subject some poor hairdresser to,” Ryou mentioned with a nervous giggle. He eased back and smiled at Marik, “Besides, I trust you more than anybody else.”

“…After work it is, then.”

#just in the mood to write about these two #ryou wanting to cut his hair is a tiny headcanon of mine #but ehh #i’m not too passionate about it #it was my excuse to write angstshipping #because i love theeem #yugioh #ygo #marik ishtar #ryou bakura #angstshipping #writing #oneshot #ficlet

[moonlight404-translates]

A3! Izumida Azami | SSR - Mankai Encore | Translation

Note: There are notable differences in the character’s emotions from the original play in Act 7. If you have the card, I recommend to watch the backstage along with the translation.

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me. By the way, Director’s name will be Izumi.

Encore: Abel / 1

Izumi: Finally, it’s the local performance’s opening day! Omi: Our makeup is on point too. Taichi: As expected of A-chan! Izumi: (Maybe it’s because he has polished his skills with different experiences that the makeup is more realistic than the one for the first run.) Azami: … Banri: Are you nervous? Azami: …No. Banri: Well, let’s just do it as we practiced. Juza: Yeah. Taichi: Let’s get pumped up! Banri: Then, leader, give us a word. Azami: Are we doing that again… Banri: Of course. Azami: … Azami: I’m gonna put on stage none other than the best. You guys make sure to follow me. Omi: Haha, a big shot, as always. Juza: No doubt. Banri: He is definitely like Sakyo-san. Sakyo: Shut up. Izumi: (They are relaxed as usual. Let’s make a great stage today as well!)

Izumi: (In a world where the human flesh eaters called undead have spread— The hunter Ivan meets Abel.) Ivan: “Ngh…” Abel: “...” Ivan: “--An undead?!” Ivan: “Damn it, so you’re today’s prize winner? If you leave me at room temperature for too long, I’ll rot and become unfit to eat.” Abel: “I don’t eat foul-tasting things like you.” Ivan: “...Heh. So I look like a foul-tasting one for you.” Abel: “Not only you. Everyone looks like that.” Ivan: “Isn’t that unhealthy for an undead? Or maybe you are some crazy gourmet.” Abel: “That doesn’t matter. More importantly, I want information about humans. Join forces with me.”

Izumi: (They start hunting undeads together and head toward the informant Doggie’s place.) Ivan: “Doggie, I got you a souvenir.” Doggie: “Thanks for your patronage. But I ain’t gonna give you a discount.” Ivan: “Tch. Stingy bastard.” Abel: “...Doggie?” Ivan: “I know it doesn’t go with him. He says it’s more like a back street dog. He was small and cute in the past, though.” Doggie: “Shut that mouth. I ain’t giving you any information.” Ivan: “He was always following me but falling with an about-to-cry face. Hard to believe, don’t ya think?” Azami: “...Heh.” Doggie: “I ain’t lying here. I have information, you don’t want it?”

Izumi: (The grief for Roy deepened their trust, and now they enter Red’s hideout.) Red: “What’s wrong with you; taking your food for a picnic? It seems handy, though. Guess I’ll do the same.” - Red hurts Ivan - Ivan: “Ug—h” Red: “You know if I stuff you in a box and freeze you, you’ll never rot.” Abel: “Don’t say those disgusting things.” Red: “But it’s important to preserve one’s food.” Ivan: “You bastard…!”  - Red hits Ivan - Red: “You’re lively prey, huh?” Izumi: (Omi-kun has a good presence as the antagonist… It’s more polished and threatening than in the first run.)

Izumi: (Then they finally confront Abel’s father, Bill.) Bill: “Hah? What’s this? Something weird snuck up?” Abel: “Father…” Bill: “I welcome you. Hey, your food is here.” Undead dog: “Gwoof!” Ivan: “What are those— undead dogs?” Bill: “All you humans are noisy. We plan how to keep alive too.” Ivan: “Abel, step back!” - A metal sounds while Abel steps back - Bill: “What a shame. You’re a prey with brain.” Abel: “Haaah!” Bill: “---Ugh.” Izumi: “After Bill fell down, they noticed a chip in the back of his neck which reproduced Bill’s hologram—) Bill: “...To my most beloved wife Sasha and my son Abel.” Abel: “--” Bill: “I hope this message reaches you both without a problem…” Abel: “Father…?” Ivan: “Stay away from it. It could be another trap—” Bill: “I’m running out of time… If I stay like this, I will hurt you… which I can’t let happen by any means…” Abel: “Father, father—!” Bill: “...I’m sorry, Abel… I failed to protect you again…” Bill: “Even at that time… if we had been more careful… you wouldn’t have been involved in that accident… and you wouldn’t have that body…” Abel: “--” Bill: “Abel… Sasha, please… stay alive for me…” Abel: “Father–!” Abel: “Uwaaah!” Izumi: (Sakyo-san’s duality in the acting and Azami’s expressions are impressive. I think it has touched the audience’s feelings.) Audience C: —. Audience D: … Izumi: (I can hear sobs from the audience…)

Ivan: “What are you going to do now? Will you live like a human or an undead?” Abel: “...I’m Abel. The idiot Ivan’s partner, right?” Ivan: “That bit wasn’t necessary.” Abel: “If I live as a human, I won’t stop until I eradicate them.” Abel: “I’m going to live as Abel.” Ivan: “Then there’s one last thing to do.” Undead A: G-Gaah…!” Undead B: “Let me eat you!” Ivan and Abel: “—Kill them all.”

Azami: …Thank you. Autumn Troupe: Thank you!

Encore: Abel / 2

Izumi: Good work, everyone! I’m glad the performance was highly well-received. Banri: Then, let’s conclude with this right away. Taichi: So awesome! Everything looks good~! Juza: …There are many desserts too. Sakyo: And a plenty variety of alcohol. Taichi: The champon is a must to try, right?! Also, the lemon steak~ and the hamburger, and~... Omi: The Turkish rice looks tasty as well. Izumi: Can you finish all that…? Banri: Yeah, easy to do. Azami: Oh, they have shishito pepper skewers. Omi: So Azami is of those who prefer his favorite food rather than the local plates. Juza: The cheesecake… looks good. Banri: Really? Sweets, again? Taichi: I’m curious about the milkshake dessert! Sakyo: …Geez, how much will you order. Omi: Let them be, Sakyo-san. It’s for our local performance.

Izumi: The lemon steak is refreshing and tasty! Taichi: The hamburger is fantastic, too~! Banri: You have sauce in your mouth. Omi: Sakyo-san, would you like another glass? Sakyo: Yes, please. Juza: Can I order the desserts? Azami: It’s too early for that. Omi: The sara udon is delicious too. The crispy noodles go well with the ankake. Izumi: If there is a way to pack them, I would like to buy them for everyone in the dorms! Azami: We’re taking the flight back tomorrow night, right? Omi: We have some free time until then. Izumi: Ah, you’re right, but there is something else… Taichi: Yeah, hear me out! I planned our day for tomorrow! I wanted to do sightseeing with everyone while being here! Izumi: Taichi-kun made many reservations for it. Omi: Heh. I’m looking forward to it. Sakyo: …I thought it wasn’t a group activity. Juza: Where are we going then? Taichi: A dream place for boys! Azami: What’s that? Banri: Director-chan knows where are we going, right? Izumi: Yep! I’m pretty excited about it. Sakyo: Well, we’ll know about it tomorrow. Taichi: Hehe. Please, look forward to it! Sakyo: Geez, you guys have to grow up already. All you do is talk about hanging out… Sakyo: You won’t be kids forever. So to become fine adults… yadda, yadda… Omi: Sakyo-san drank a lot of alcohol. Taichi: I’m having a déjà vu! Azami: Drink in silence, you drunk man.

Encore: Abel / 3

Azami: … Banri: What made you lost in thought? Azami: – Banri: That overprotective old man will make a fuss for you being here so late at night, you know. Azami: I don’t care… I wanted a change of pace. Why are you here, Banri-san? Banri: I came for the same as you. Azami: Hmm… Banri: How was it to play your character again? Azami: Guess it felt… a bit weird. I didn’t think we would do this performance again back then. Azami: But I knew I wanted to do a better acting than the one at that time. Banri: Well, that’s because it was your debut performance after joining the troupe. Banri: You’re still lacking in some parts, but part of you has grown and gained experience, don’t you think? Azami: Yeah. I guess. Banri: However, you’re also totally into acting now. Azami: …Sure, whatever. Banri: Oh, and you were rebellious against Sakyo-san at first. Azami: Shut up. Banri: Trashing that old man was my move in comparison to yours. Banri: I also picked on Hyodo at first, so I can’t really speak for others. Azami: But now you’re none other than an acting fool. Banri: I can’t beat some guys from our troupe in that, like Tasuku. Azami: No one is a match for him. Banri: Ah, right. We went to the Zombie Run Night around the first performance. Azami: Yeah… I can’t forget shitty Sakyo’s face when we cornered. Banri: Only that? Azami: I also had fun making your makeup, Banri-san. Banri: Your makeup skills have grown up compared to that time.  Azami: Well, they’ve entrusted me with it many times. Azami: I’ll improve myself in makeup, but also in acting. I ain’t gonna lose to Banri-san at it. Banri: Oh, I wanna see you try.

Taichi: A ghost town is similar to the undead performance world-setting! And boys like those things! Izumi: Wow… it’s impressive to see it in person! Taichi: I know it’s so cool! It’s a famous recording location for movies! Omi: Good thing I brought my camera. Juza: …Amazing. Banri: Heh. So it was this kind of place. Azami: It’s my first time coming. Sakyo: A decent location coming from Nanao. Taichi: What do you mean by that?! Banri: Yawn… Azami: …So sleepy. Izumi: Did you two not sleep well? Banri: …Guess that’s it. Azami: Just a bit. Sakyo: This happens for not going to sleep right away. Azami: Our body is built differently from yours, “early to bed and early to rise” old man. Sakyo: Hah? Izumi: Anyways, this looks extraordinary. Taichi: A zombie could pop up and wouldn’t be weird in this atmosphere! Juza: It reminds me of the Zombie Run Night. Izumi: I agree, but don’t start running here…! Azami: …These buildings are amazing. - camera sound - Azami: – (surprised) Omi: You looked pretty good there, Azami. Banri: Like out of a movie scene. Azami: D-Don’t take pictures without asking. Omi: Since we are in this tourist attraction, I have to take pictures of everyone. Taichi: Omi-kun, I want to take some too! Omi: Sure. Let’s take a commemorative photo later. Izumi: Yeah, I want to take a group photo! Sakyo: Well, it doesn’t hurt once in a while. Banri: No choice then. Juza: Yeah. Azami: A group photo in a ghost town will leave a deep impression… Azami: Well, whatever.

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Notes: The milkshake mentioned (食べるミルクセーキ) is a type of milkshake that you can eat more than drink. It’s specialty of the place they’re visiting, Nagasaki.

#a3! translation #azami izumida #a3! #a3! azami #a3! backstage story #a3! MK encore card set

[heiayen]

the only thing i've learnt from 2 weeks of duolingo polish is,, jabłko. ueueueueue atp i'm going to need you to teach me how to speak polish instead😭😭

i finishd the entire polish duolingo course and it's. shit. to say the least. u learn so many random sentences later in the course that it's just embarrassing

ur best bet would be learning starting from daily common phrases so u can have any kind of conversation. like even simple how are you i'm fine and then trying to get on with the grammar and more complex sentences...

how are you = jak się masz / jak tam / jak leci

i'm fine = dobrze (although in actual real life convos it won't be just "dobrze", often u'd hear like "a dobrze jest" "no dobrze" because "dobrze" alone just sounds boring LMAO)

my name is / i am = nazywam się / jestem

i dunno. yeah. you also have thank you/thanks (dziękuje/dzięki) and don't trust anyone saying that thank you in polish is "dziękuje ci" cuz fucking no one says you. no one says that!! and i saw some sites translate it to that. also sorry/excuse me (przepraszam) but a funfact is that sometimes u'll hear younger people just say sorry, like in english

theres. theres a lot of stuff.

#heia's inbox: yuyu #dont get me started on this language

[dontmindmeimjustlistening]

My last post made me think about how much of internet users (including me) uses US school system to refer to their point in education. So I decided to "explain" the polish school system:

Ok so when ur like younger than 3yo ur parents can place you in kindergarten (like they can but they don't have to)

After that you gotta go to the preschool and stay there since ur 3yo to when u 5yo

The next step in your education is in fact something we like to call "a 0 class". It's like a transition class from preschool to primary school (and you're like 6 when you're in this class)

Then u go to primary school of course, where are 8 grades and you should be there since ur 7 to when ur 14yo, and we "separate" the 1-3 grades from 4-8 because it's easier to idiot pruf (ig that's how you write it cause I only heard this word)

And this is the part when the fun begins. You see, we in Poland have few types of middle school. I'll try to explain them as best as I can.

So let's start with Liceum (I'm sorry I have literally no idea how to translate that to English, but it's high school basically) is very similar to middle school, you just have to pick 2-3 subjects that you will learn more about (it's a pain in the ass I assure you) and this particular school type lasts about 4 years (if you pass all grades of course) about the end of this bullshit you write a maturenity test (Polish, math and English)

Next on our list is technical school (technikum in Polish). And it's like Liceum but you also learn about the technicalities of a profession of your choice. After you end this chapter of your educational trip you already have a proof that u know what ur doing at the job and a maturenity test done. Ur there for like 5 years or so.

And the last one I will talk about will be profession school (zawodówka/szkoła branżowa) again like Liceum you learn more about what you already learned in middle school and just like in technical school you learn about ur profession BUT this time you learn how to ACTUALLY do your job and don't kill yourself (or someone else). This particular type of school is strangely putted into something like 2 parts. First part is where you stay for 3 years and after it you can go somewhere else and already know how to take care of ur job but you CAN'T get a maturenity test (and trust me having this shit is very important (it helps you find good job)). You can always go to the second part of this strange school where you stay for 2 years and you can in fact get a maturenity test.

And that be it for a middle school so now be would be going to the high school (which is basically a collage for US) but it's like 10pm (22:00) right now and I need to get up in the morning of the following day. Maybe I'll talk about it later. Maybe not. But probably yes. And trust me I do in fact need sleep to write this shit about polish high school cause it already was hard to explain middle school.

Love and kisses

Sleep deprived Polish student (aka Saki Saki)

#school #10pm thoughts #explanation #Polish school #Poland explained #poland #i wish i was sleeping #i wish i was joking #middle school #middle school dilemma #i don't know #what am i doing

[victortalkingmachine]

More on Czolgosz’s favorite book?

i’m interpreting this as wanting information about the book in its relation to leon czolgosz. sorry if you were asking something different.

some background that's probably unnecessary but idk maybe it is necessary: in 1893 or 1894 leon and waldeck (leon's favorite brother & vice versa) went on strike and during it they prayed a lot and it didn't help with things. so they went to their local catholic priet and were like "hey this isn't working" and the priest man was like "pray harder." so they did and nothing happened. so then leon & waldeck read the bible a few times and decided that priests were not to be trusted and they made a little reading club where they read things about the bible & stuff and figured things out. then leon broke off from their little reading club and started reading more on his own.

one of the books he read, and that he "studied" for seven or eight years, was a polish translation of looking backward by edward bellamy.

i have seen "studied" interpreted as meaning annotating like a nonfiction book, though the author of the book where that interpretation was made a lot of presumptions on little evidence (the book being defining danger by james w clarke). i'm guessing personally that by "studied" he just meant "read carefully."

anyway! this was all around the time when leon started getting interested with leftism. he was very idealistic it all and it's possible that that idealism had roots in the book looking backward.

looking backward is about this guy who goes into a trance/sleep thing in the year 1887 and wakes up in 2000 to a socialist utopian society that had been caused by the rough time for the working class during the gilded age. the book is basically proposing how a utopian socialist society could operate.

at the time, the book was huge; it was the third bestselling book of its time. and it caused a lot of people to want society to operate how bellamy described it.

now the funny thing that i mentioned: anarchism is portrayed badly in the book and the ideology is portrayed as violent and foolish. so what's up with that.

leon czolgosz's knowledge of anarchism is debated. he certainly called himself an anarchist. but did he actually know anything about it? he asked anarchists questions that sounded incredibly naïve to them and seemed to not know the basic ideas of anarchism. but also, in prison, he talked about it. so he must have known something, presumably.

if he truly knew next to nothing about anarchism, it's possible that after he got interested in it, the portrayal of anarchism as being about violence stuck with him and he actually believed it and just ignored the part about it being foolish.

if he did know things about anarchism, or if the previous paragraph isn't true, why did he like it? a thing to note is that he also called himself a socialist and it is, as i've said, a socialist book. though of course he also called himself an anarchist and the book has a good amount of focus on the government being helpful.

it's possible that it was just that he liked all the anti-capitalist stuff. it spends a lot of time talking about the problems that capitalism causes.

another thing: he didn't take looking backward with him when he left home, presumably for the purpose of pursuing anarchism. while he did leave without any luggage or anything, based on what i've heard about what he kept in his pockets, he probably could have fit a book. so it's possible that by this point in time, he didn't like looking backward anymore and was now devoted to anarchism. but also his interest in anarchism did start sooner than the couple of months he was away from home.

i'd continue on talking with his anarchist beginnings but i'm tired of writing. i hope this was sufficient

edit: i’ve read some more and the book is also a proponent of nonviolence. maybe i’ll write more on this later

#ask #i'd just save this as a draft and continue this later but idk if my motivation for writing about this will come back #also the organization of this whole thing probably isn't too good lol i haven't looked it over

[traumxrei-archive]

Aaaah! I didn't expect that kind of reply to my ask!!! Thank you!!! You sent my heart into overdrive with how you elaborated on the idea lol. And hey, you can still be a Jamil lover without being a Jamil simp, right?.....r-right? 😳

I hope you don't mind if I chat with you some more! Another thing I was thinking about with Jamil- giving him presents. It doesn't even have to be with romantic intent but I think it would be hard to give him gifts (oh, I haven't read any of his birthday stories so I don't know if they go into the topic). You could give him gifts that would help him with all his servant responsibilities- a super good scrubber or super Azul detergent or...just things to make his life easier. But he could misinterpret our intention of making things easier for him as "oh, you are just a servant so here are some servant things so you'll keep doing your job. We couldn't think of any other gifts."

And what about interests that may overlap? We know he's a great cook- it's his talent and we know how it's a duty to cook for Kalim - but does he enjoy cooking? Would he do it in his free time (I'm a clown if all this has been gone through in the game already and I haven't seen it 🤡)? Would cooking related gifts be appreciated or be seen as a servant's gift? And- And what about non-physical gifts? Like lending him your time or helping him with stuff?? Like with the coupons, he'd totally say no 😮‍💨

I guess the best thing would be to get his something that might not overlap with any retainer responsibilities, like something dance or basketball related. Or maybe something for school (if he doesn't take it as an insult)? Like---- broom stick polish...or....s-sports drinks? Cash? Would cash or gift cards be better lol? Being his servant/assistant for a day? I'm putting too much thought into this lol

From, the Jamil Lover

hello again :DDD !

ashjfhdjf i'm sorry !! i kinda went overboard bc your idea was so cuteeee aaaa <33 i really enjoy making drabbles like that, with like. ideas for fics i'd almost never write bc i got too many ideas :'))) so it was p enjoyable for me to do !

and maybe you're right...just bc i'm not a jamil simp doesn't mean i can't be a jamil lover.... n i'd love to chat more ! it's so interesting to see what other ppl think of when they see these chars so by all means, keep goingg :D

but my god you're right. imagine trying to give this man a gift T^T almost as difficult as getting kalim to focus on his studies- like cleaning supplies in his mind would translate to someone patronizing him. like you said "you're just a servant, here have some more servant things to clean with" so he would...appreciate it. but also he would misinterpret it big time. he doesn't like being seen as subservient, so giving him things that remind him of the inevitability of his role isn't recommended.

and honestly with the cooking...i don't think he enjoys it that much. like he cooks as a necessity, he was kinda forced into learning it BECAUSE of kalim.

[ very light jamil's past spoilers + character analysis n ballroom dancing drabbles below the cut ]

i won't spoil stuff in book 4 but when we do see his backstory, a lot of things he took up was because kalim liked it and wanted to do it. and cooking i imagine was the same, the al-asims needed a trusted person to cook for their eldest son so he isn't poisoned, so who better than his retainer; a member of the loyal viper family?

that's not to say he might not enjoy cooking itself. maybe he does find enjoyment in it, and maybe he enjoys the process of it as well. he sure as hell cooks for himself sometimes. but a lotta the time he's always cooking for kalim and his banquets. i'm sure there isn't a fully negative connotation, but it's not something he absolutely loves doing without a doubt. it's a different passion than trey and his baking for sure.

in terms of non-physical gifts, i think he would appreciate those the best. physical gifts are kind of a reminder of a debt to someone, something that looks him in the face and says "hey, you owe this person for getting you this" though he doesn't have azul-level avoidance of debt, he probably appreciates favors above all else. so an offer to help clean up the scarabia lounge area, or one to help wash the dishes are probably something he would genuinely appreciate. (though probably not all the time...or else he'd get suspicious if you don't express your intent correctly)

i think the best gift you could give jamil is one of two things: either a favor on something that he's currently working on like mentioned above, or something related to his real hobbies.

for example, he loves to dance. despite what he might say and how hard he denies it, i think dancing was the one thing that kalim dragged him into that he fully enjoys and he fully can make his own; instead of it being another kalim-learnt-skill.

i'm like. 80% positive that he would love it if you gave him a ticket to see a street dance competition. or an invite to a dance class. actually, following up with the dance class thing:

"a dance class?"

"mhm."

"for couples dancing."

"yes."

"and you want us," jamil points the sheet at you and then back at him. "to join it?"

"how many more times do i have to explain it?" you sigh before folding your arms. "look, i need some extra class credits for this year and it's either this weekly dance class or two extra hours each week of trein's history of transmutational magic classes."

jamil's brow furrowed, "and this is an actual class nrc is hosting..?"

"it says 'bring a friend' and i can think of no one but you."

"what about kalim?" jamil asked, handing the paper back to you. "he'll probably be more...enthused about this."

"i don't think he needs an extra dance class to focus on when he has to work on his extended potionology grades. and besides," you give him a small smile. "i wanted to do this with you."

"and why is that?" though you're sure he already knows the answer, with how his hands subconsciously tug at his hood to hide himself.

"you'd be a great dance partner," you reach for one of his braids, giving it a light tug. "you also enjoy dancing. i've seen you dance, and you're absolutely great at it. and extra credits would look good on your record, so why not?"

you're almost convinced that jamil won't do it. he stayed silent for so long that you already turn around before he finally says, "wait. fine, i'll do it with you."

you cheer and he holds up a hand, "but only for this semester. don't ask me to do it again."

anon i'm sobbing T^T now i'm just imagining dancing with jamil viper. learning how to do waltz and the tango and him just patiently guiding us through the steps. (ok maybe not patiently, he's the type to tease with a straight face, so he'll probably do that. and he might just call you hopeless if you're struggling really hard bc. he's mean. sometimes.)

ohHHHhHh wwwwaIITTT I'M GONNA GO INTO CARDIAC ARRESTTTT BALLROOM DANCING WITH JAMIL- JAMIL IN A SUITTTT SUHFDUHFSJKF JAMIL, DIPPING YOU WHEN YOU TRIP. AND JUST. STARING AT YOU BLANKLY FOR A MOMENT BEFORE PULLING YOU UP (when you look away he's blushing as he coughs into his hand, the tips of his ears turning red-)

n e ways i hope that was. enjoyable to read. and somewhat coherent bc i swear to god i probably wasn't making much sense- thank you again for chatting with me, jamil lover anon ! hopefully this fulfills your daily jamil needs hehe <333

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[jakecstasy]

≡ ENHYPEN HELPING YOU TO BABYSIT !

© sooboys — please don’t translate/copy. 

female!reader, fluff, crack, non-idol!au, established relationship!au. 1,7k words. this idea came up all of a sudden and i had to write it down right away, i hope you have a soft spot for domestic!enhypen like me ♡

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS ENHYPEN POST

—  HEESEUNG ... !

poor heeseung is clueless. you were desperate for company to avoid staying alone in your mother's friend's huge house, which resulted in him showing up at the door with a bag full of candy (because that's the only thing he could think of when you mentioned the word child).

the kid you’re babysitting doesn't even know him and still gains his trust with the present, like any existing child. since heeseung has no idea what he has to do, he plays along with the games that emerge from the innocent little mind and looks for a way to show that he's a real pro at them. 

your boyfriend of whole 20 years, taking the small colored stones in his hand: "y/n, tell this kid that nobody beats me at gonggi" you, listening from the other end of the room as you fold the boy's clothes: "no?" 

he definitely leaves such a cool impression on the kid that even the next time you babysit him without heeseung's company he asks if your boyfriend coming or not. find yourself texting him every day that you have to go so that he can join you because the boy demands it. "don't bring him candy, his mother doesn't want cavities" "not my problem, i already bought them" “???” 

he is overall very quick to follow a child's basic entertainment guide, and he saves you a lot of work that you should have done and possibly couldn't have done as well as him!

— JAY ... !

the last thing jay thought he was going to do on a friday night was to let a unknown girl paint his nails. when you begged him to come over to your apartment to help you, you didn't warn him that your little cousin loved to play with her makeup and nail polish on any person. jay is surprised at how easy it is to let her have fun while you comb her hair right behind her. 

jay, staring at the extravagant pink-hued nailart in his hand: "don't you just happen to wear black nail polish?" you, looking at him over her head with disapproval: "she's 4, jay" "she can be 4 and have a good style sense—" 

he is a lot more relaxed than any other member, he just pays attention silently and listens to everything the girl has to say even when he has to wait for you to translate her because he doesn't understand what she’s saying. every time you look up you find him smiling warmly at her, consequently making you smile. 

jay makes the task that seemed like chaos to you very peaceful and enjoyable, you almost forget how hard it used to be for you to entertain her on your own. he feels his heart flutter when he sees you holding her in your arms, taking her to sleep after the manicure session. seeing you being so naturally good with children feels like such a green flag for him, it's nearly inevitable for his heart not to turn into a mess. expect to hear him saying things like you're "wife material" afterwards just to tease you.

 — JAKE ... !

jake has such a bright and pure aura that he naturally attracts children. you are taking care of your best friend’s little toddler because she's having a date with her boyfriend, and since he entered the door he has done nothing but attract her. she had no issue running into his arms and sitting comfortably between his legs while she waits for you to prepare her lunch — it is a fact that jake has it easy for kids to trust him. 

jake's laugh is so contagious, it makes the girl giggle nonstop. you take a look at them from the kitchen every other minute because they both sound like they're having the time of their life. every attempt you make to feed her ends up in a failure, she literally ignores you and it's not until jake takes the spoon from your hand and feeds her that she eats. he can’t help but laugh in your face. "i'm sorry y/n, she seems to like me more" jake says proudly, making her chew on every last bite effortlessly. 

you can’t really blame her for her behavior, you fell madly in love with jake at first sight as well. if you have any other chores to do while he's there, he keeps her entertained with his phone. find him showing the girl every video he has of layla on his reel and laughing as sweetly as her when they see the dog on the screen. jake it's the purest company you could have asked for, but you won't ever make him join you again because it's too much for your weak heart.

— SUNGHOON ... !  

sunghoon thought it would be something tragic when he read your text message. your poor boyfriend was already thinking about the most catastrophic scenarios of taking care of a baby while being two inexperienced teenagers, but when he entered the apartment and saw a 10-year-old boy on the sofa, he realized what it was all about. "y/n, your boyfriend is here!" the cute boy yells without taking his eyes off the screen, and before you can even introduce them you find sunghoon sitting next to him with a joystick in his hands while your cousin explains how to play the game on the ps4.

sunghoon adapts so quickly to the task of entertaining the boy that you end up being the one who needs attention after they spend all afternoon glued to the tv. they become so close and leave you aside. when you finish doing everything your aunt asked you to, you chase your cousin away by sitting on sunghoon's lap and even kissing him right there. the kid overreacts in the most exaggerated way while the poor sunghoon becomes so shy that he can't continue playing. 

"you're disgusting y/n, go to the room!" "it's past your bedtime, you go" and that's how easy you make sure he goes to sleep after not having to do anything all day because sunghoon took care of it. with a little kiss on his cheek, you shake off his shyness. "thank you, you'll come more often when i'm alone with this brat"

— SUNOO ... !  

sunoo isn't the most fond of children, but even so he's willing to collaborate just because he is helping you. your neighbor's little daughter became your unexpected visit after they had to run away due to a work emergency, and that's where sunoo fell at your command. of course, when your request is that he sings nursery rhymes with her, he regrets even dating you. 

your boyfriend, stressfully closing his eyes as the shark song repeats for the thousandth time on the tv: "y/n, this is humiliating" you, encouraging him so as not to have to do it yourself: "you are the singer here!”

he surprisingly starts to feel touched with the girl's reactions at hearing him sing. no one can resist his honey voice, but when he sees it coming from the sweet little girl there's something inside sunoo that encourages him to sing not-so-forcefully. 

you have to take her away when she has to drink her bottle and make her sleep at the assigned hour, yet sunoo stands next to you because he's interested in seeing how it's done. he's amazed at how easy it looks for you and how peaceful the energetic girl looks once she's asleep.

"now that she's quiet i like her more" he says, patting your back. "but you did a good job."

— JUNGWON ... !  

unlike the rest, jungwon is the one who suggests helping you. when he asked what you were doing and your answer was that you were stuck in your house with your little brother because your parents had to work all day, the first thing he thought about was showing up at your door. jungwon isn’t a stranger to him, yet he never stops being as sweet and patient as he was the first time. 

your little brother is the definition of hyperactivity, he’s always finding something different to play with and jungwon is willing to match his energy every single time. the toy box that he has is full thanks to him, he gifted the kid so many different planes and dinosaurs that you insist to stop stop buying because you step on them barefoot all the time. jungwon genuinely enjoys spending time with his tiny brother-in-law, even if it results in draining all his energy by the end of the day. 

you stop paying attention to them for a few minutes while you prepare a snack after the sun goes down and you return to find them both asleep, one on top of the other over the living room rug. it's not the first time this has happened and you never wake them up because they look so relaxed and cuddly together. jungwon doesn't find out but you take pictures of them that you keep on your phone as a treasure of the two people you love the most.

— NI-KI ... !

deadass fights the kid. it is no surprise to you that the boy you take care of has a very particular personality, you just didn't expect your boyfriend not to know how to deal with him. riki and you always have study dates, therefore, now that the boy has to stay with you he's forced to sit there until you finish. coming back from the kitchen after getting juice and finding riki picking up the boy like a sack of potatoes is the last thing you wanted to find. 

"riki, put him down—" "tell him to shut up!" "what happened now?" "your boyfriend is a fool that can't do math equations!" "you don't even know what equations are!" 

expect nothing more than to sit between the two of them for the rest of the day while you try to complete the math book and keep the boy quiet for his own good. although it wasn't in your plans to become a babysitter for not just one but two boys, you manage to get them to relax after buyingall kind of snacks from the convenience store. you, looking at your boyfriend with a nice smile: "you see how easy it is to be mature about it?" riki, annihilating the boy with his gaze and his mouth full of noodles: "whatever".

you surely won't be planning a study date while you have to take care of him again, but the experience is quite interesting…

🧸 ... thanks for reading ! 

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[emsylcatac]

What did kagami say to marinette both in the car and after fencing competition?

Hey!!

I'll translate all Kagami scenes then cause she deserves it and was hilariously the best hahaha

Scene after the fencing with Adrien:

Kagami: That I win each of our duel, that's customary, but that another beats you this easily, it's worrisome. If something's not alright, let me help you.

Adrien: Nobody can help me, Kagami.

Scene in the car with Marinette:

K: Adrien worries me. His blade has lost of its brightness.

Marinette: His what?

K: You're both weak - I mean, sensitive. You're the best one who can make him find back his 'joie de vivre' (/love of life).

M: I'm not made-

K: Hmhm! You have to hurry up and confess your love to him, so that the fresh water of your words polishes his heart and that it sparks. Then, Adrien will find his brightness again!

M: I haven't understood a thing about what you-

K: The problem is that your technic to seduce Adrien is lame, but seduction is a fight. And to win a fight, you need to practice. You are Tori, the attacker. You therefore need Oukey [note: sorry I have no clue how it's spelled], a defender.

M: Tori? Oukey?

K: Find someone for who you have no feelings. You'll be able to rehearse your seduction technics with this person without your emotions getting in the way!

M: Isn't it a bit weird?

K: Not more than what you usually do. It's a renowned technic, there's even books about this topic!

M: Okay, but if the person with who I'm rehearsing falls in love, since I don't feel anything, it could have terrible consequences!

K: You need to make sure that the person you choose will have no chance of falling in love. I'm trusting you.

M: But who will I be able to find to do the Oukey thingy?

T: I can play Adrien if you want!

M: You're really adorable Tikki, I have a lot of imagination but I think it'll be easier with a human.

Scene after the fencing match with Marinette:

M: Whaat---

K: Did you do what I told you?

M: Partially, I didn't go through with it but-

K: Perfect. I was worried. Because it's a risky technic. By practicing with a boy, you can fall in love with him and leave on a deserted island and be devoured by zombies carnivorous plants.

M: What?

K: I haven't finished the third volume, but it risks getting worse!

M: Wait a minute, you're giving me advices you found in a manga?!

K: Yes! The Robinson of the catastrophe. What's the problem with it?

M: [Laughs] Oh la la, Kagami, I think you really need to spend more time with me and the friends!

#ask #anon #ml spoilers #glaciator 2 spoilers #glaciator 2 #kagami #ml translations

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

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[dragon-kazansky]

Sweet wonderful Andrea | Andrea Marowski

Part 1

Andrea kept to his word and returned the following day, violin in hand. The moment you opened the door, he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek. You assumed this was your new greeting now.

He stayed for tea, played his violin, and spent a few hours talking to you. He wanted to know every little thing about you. You told him as much as you could.

This went on for days. He would come looking for you at your house, sometimes with his violin, sometimes without. Every single time he greeted you with a kiss. The pair of you were getting closer every single day.

Andrea would hold your hand. Plant kisses to your forehead because he liked how shy you were after. He would hug you close to his chest. Every time he played the violin, he told you he was playing for you. Andrea had fallen in love with you.

And you most certainly fell for him.

Anyone with eyes could see that. Janet would sometimes spot you both on the beach, his head in your lap, your fingers in his hair. Sometimes you would be holding hands and walking up to the house with him.

Ursula was jealous. She couldn't deny that, but she never really said anything. At least not to you. To Andrea, though, she had asked on a few occasions if he would rather spend the day at the house, or go down to the beach with her.

He would deny, politely, and make his way to see you. Andrea only ever wanted to spend time with you.

One night he even told them how he felt about you. The reactions were mixed.

His visits began to mellow out. You didn't see him quite as often, but on the days he did come to see you, he spent every waking hour with you.

It would appear he had met someone who was staying in the village. A woman by the name of Olga. She was visiting apperently. He talked about her quite fondly. You tried not to let it get to you, but jealously was an annoying bug that was hard to shake off.

Still, you put on a happy face for him. It's not as if anything was official between you two, but you were so sure all his little gestures meant something. Even now as he treated his head on your lap, looking up at you with sparkly eyes and soft smile.

He only ever looked at you that way.

One afternoon, while tending to your garden, Andrea came by. Your heart leaped in your chest as he entered your little haven. He was quick to come over and kiss your cheeks as usual, arms snug around you.

"I missed you."

You chuckle, "I missed you too. Where have you been?"

"Seeing Olga."

"Oh." You step away slightly, turning back to the flowerbed you had been tending to.

Andrea frowns at your reaction.

"Do you not like Olga?"

"She seems nice," you say, not wanting to give an actual answer.

Andrea kneels down beside you, eyes full of hope that you will look up at him. You don't. He reaches out with one hand and gently stops you from your work. You look at his hand on yours.

"I did not mean to upset you."

You put a smile on your face and look up, hoping it will ease him. It doesn't.

"I'm not upset."

"Yes, you are. I want to tell you something."

"What is it?"

Andrea pulls you up to your feet. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and makes you look at him. He smiles softly at you, excitement flashing before his eyes.

"kocham Cię."

You stare at him blankly. Andrea stands there smiling like a fool. He knew you wouldn't understand. You didn't speak a word of Polish.

"kocham Cię," he says again.

"Andrea, I don't know what that means."

Andrea begins to crack up, laughing with full joy. The sound makes you smile as you watch him. What a wonderful sound it was.

"Andrea."

"Sorry. Sorry." He continues to laugh. You shake your head at him.

"What does it mean?"

"How you say..." he pretends not to know. Andrea seems to love teasing you.

He hadn't gone to the sisters to ask for the translation. He was concerned they weren't very fond of you, but it was hard for him to tell. He had asked Olga. She had seen him with you and he trusted her.

"kocham Cię."

"No really, you keep saying it, but I don't understand," you're still chuckling softly. He's just winding you up.

"I love you."

You can only stare at him. His goody grin, his big brown eyes.

"Andrea..."

"I love you. I mean it. kocham Cię."

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, unable to settle your racing heart. Andrea eagerly returns the gesture, having wanted to kiss you this way for some time now.

You pull away just to look at him, only for him to kiss you again, and again.

He pulls away himself. He looks at you.

"Do you?"

You smile at him.

"Of course I do! I love you, so much."

He hugs you tightly, laughing in your ear. You just made him the happiest man in the world.

"There is something else I must tell you."

"Oh? I don't think it can beat that but go on." You hold his hands, smiling up at him.

"I may have chance to go to London, I need to ask if you would come with me."

You're nice again left speechless.

"Andrea... London, that's... I mean, that's amazing, but..."

"But?"

"I can't just run away to London."

"No? I refuse to go if you do not come," he states, serious face on.

"That's quite a statement to make."

"I mean it. I go with you, or not at all."

"But, won't London be wonderful for you? I assume this has something to with that musician you mentioned."

"Yes, but if you don't come, I don't go," he tells you. There was no more teasing now.

"Can I think about it?"

"Yes. I do not know when train to London leaves, but I will wait." He squeezes your hands.

"Alright. I'll think about it. Andrea?"

"Yes?"

"Do they know about London?" You ask, referring to the sisters.

"No."

"Alright. Give me some time. I'll have an answer for you."

That wonderful smile returns and be kisses you again.

"kocham Cię, Y/N. kocham Cię."

"I love you too, Andrea."

He stands there and holds you to him for a while. Your mind is buzzing away. If you don't go with him, Andrea will miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime.

The answer should be obvious.

part 3

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Book of the Dead

Genre: The Mummy AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: After traveling to the fabled city of Hamunaptra, you read from the Book of the Dead and accidentally resurrect an ancient mummy with extraordinary powers and quest for revenge. The only thing to do now is try and convince your less-than-traditional guide to help you save the world.

Part 1 I Part 2

**

You ran up the smooth stone steps as quickly as your night dress would allow. If only you had had the time to change into something a bit more practical. Unfortunately, the immortal, god-like mummy that was currently lighting the city of Cairo up with the ten plagues of Egypt was exactly willing to pause for you to put on a different outfit. 

“Run this by me one more time?” Baekhyun huffed a few stairs behind. 

Rolling your eyes, you said again, “We’re going to read the stone with the inscription of the location of the book of the living. Once I translate its location, we’ll head back to Hamunaptra, retrieve it, and send Mr. Bones back to the underworld.”

“You really need to work on the nicknames,” Junmyeon grumbled as he placed a hand on your lower back to urge you upwards at a faster pace. 

“Sorry that my sarcastic wit doesn’t work best under pressure.”

“Trust me, it hasn’t been working with or without the pressure.”

You shot the soldier a dirty look, which only led to you tripping over your own feet. Junmyeon caught you before your knees could meet the edge of the last step. Looking up at him, you opened your mouth, whether to say thank you or to release another sharp remark, you weren’t sure. Those stupid brown eyes were scrambling the thought pathways in your brain. But thankfully, one thing was able to connect and bring back your focus. 

“The stone!”

A large black stone taller than you and wider than your forearm sat to the right of the staircase, a block of polished wood at the base keeping it upright and away from the wall. You ripped out of Junmyeon’s grasp and scrambled for the stone. Your eyes scanned the hieroglyphics. A few feet away, Baekhyun was half bent over in an effort to regulate his breathing. 

“Can you do that a little quieter?” you gritted between your teeth as your fingers slid over the etched surface of the stone. 

“It wasn’t that many stairs,” Sehun said. 

“Sorry, not all of us are as athletic as the muscled up soldiers over here.” Baekhyun hooked a thumb towards Junmyeon, who was hardly paying attention as he stared out the open balcony. Baekhyun and Sehun joined him, the former then gulped. “You might want to hurry up over there.”

“Patience is a virtue,” you sang. 

“Not right now it isn’t,” Junmyeon mumbled grimly. 

That was when you heard it. 

Hundreds of voices chanting in unison. 

“Imhotep. Imhotep. Imhotep. Imhotep.” Over and over in monotone sounds, growing closer and louder. 

Oh, shit.

“I hate to agree, but yes, faster would be better,” Professor Bey urged. 

His power was growing. Fast. You buckled down, translating the pictures into the ancient language and then again into your own tongue. 

“They’ve become his slaves,” Ardeth said with more morbidness than you previously thought possible. 

“A side effect of the boils and sores, I’m sure,” Baekhyun said, not helping. Another plague down. The final one, if your counting was correct.

Block them out. You needed to block all of them out. “Alright, so according to the Bembridge scholars, the gold book of Amun-Ra is located in the statue of Anubis.”

“But we found the black book there instead,” said one of the Americans. 

Baekhyun moved to your side. “So, they were wrong?”

“Obviously.” Arrogant men who thought you didn’t have enough experience to join their society. “They mixed up where they were buried. So if that was where the black book was located….”

A crash. The front doors of the museum must have been breached. 

“I got it! The golden book is located inside the statue of Horus!” You slapped the rock with your hand in victory. “Take that, Bembridge bastards!”

“Alright then, let’s run!” Baekhyun took your hand and hurried you down the hall while the others stayed close at your heels. Down the stairs and through a back corridor, you were able to make it to the car while avoiding the mind controlled citizens. Safety be damned, you all piled on one another into the topless car as Baekhyun turned over the engine and gunned it. Hordes of the poor men chasing you poured out of the doors of the museum and managed to keep up with the four wheeled vehicle that now raced through the dirt streets in the dark. Junmyeon remained on the trunk of the car, reloading his gun and punching anyone who was able to get close enough. 

“Those are innocent people!” you yelled over all the noise.

“Yeah, well, right now, it’s us or them!” Junmyeon kicked one off but lost his balance in the meantime. He nearly fell into the crowd before you were able to grab his arm and yank him down. “Thanks,” he muttered mere inches from your face before clearing his throat and righting himself. On his other side, Sehun was fighting along with Ardeth to keep you all from being overrun. Imhotep must have been able to give the controlled men advanced abilities. An unfortunate event. 

But right when you thought that you might be able to get away, several men climbed onto one of the Americans and they all fell from the car, lost in the crowd. Without thinking, the other yelled and then jumped after his friend. And then he was gone, too. 

“Crap.”

“Rest in peace, old chaps,” Baekhyun murmured, looking over his shoulder. And then crashed the car. 

“Baekhyun!” you shouted angrily. Junmyeon hoisted you out of the car, not wasting a moment, but the six of you were trapped. The mind controlled men were coming at you from all three streets. You were blocked in against one of the walls of the city. 

“It's the creature,” Professor Bey whispered. You frowned, unable to see past the ones that surrounded the group. Then you saw him. 

Imhotep. 

“He’s fully regenerated.”

Not a single spec of mummified skin remained. He’d gotten to the Americans. 

Stepping closer as the crowd pushed in, he started speaking in the ancient language, lapdog Beni right behind. 

“Come with me, my princess,” Beni translated with a false sense of superiority. “It is time to make you mine. Forever.”

You scoffed. “For all eternity. Idiot.”

Imhotep spoke again, this time with his hand outstretched.

“Take my hand and I shall spare your friends.”

You looked around for any chance of escape. There was none. “Just wonderful.” You turned to Junmyeon, who was slowly putting himself between you and the mummy. “Any good ideas?”

His face was twisted and his eyes darted from left to right. “I’m thinking. I’m thinking.” 

“Good. Keep thinking and think of something fast. Because if he turns me into a mummy, you’re the first one I’m coming after.”

Junmyeon’s eyes snapped to you, wide with shock. “No!” But you were out of arm’s reach before he could stop you. He pulled a gun and pointed it at Imhotep, ready to fire. Sehun and Ardeth both managed to stop him. 

“He has to take me to Hamunaptra,” you explained. “In order to perform the ritual.” With your eyes, you tried to add in the rest. Follow us there, get the book, and I’ll read it. 

“She’s got a point,” Sehun said. “If we live today, we can fight tomorrow.”

Junmyeon hesitated, then lowered his gun. You held his gaze, trying to let him know silently what you were feeling in this moment. That you were glad to have met him. And you wished the two of you had more time. 

“We’ll see each other again,” he promised. 

With an arm around your shoulders, Imhotep led you away. The sound of Junmyeon saying your name reached your ears and you almost ran back to him. 

“Hey, that’s mine!” Baekhyun yelled. Running up next to you, Beni tossed the octagonal key to the books in the air. Well, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. 

Gripping your arm tighter, Imhotep gave out one final order. “Kill them all!”

“No!” You fought and kicked and tugged to get away. “Let go of me! Junmyeon! Baekhyun!” It was no use. As you looked back behind you, all you could see was the crowd closing in on them. 

**

You traveled for what felt like hours in the sandstorm of Imhotep. When you were finally deposited onto the sand, rolling in it from the momentum and getting it everywhere, you managed to open your eyes and see where he had decided to stop. You were right outside of the city of the dead. You were back. 

A loud buzzing noise caught your attention. Looking up into the sky, you saw an old fashioned pedal plane carrying more people than it was built for. You smile. “Mr. Kim.”

After walking a few paces ahead, Imhotep raised his arms and called up a sandstorm so large, it blocked out the sky. Forming into a face, it ruched at the tiny plane. And then the storm swallowed it whole. 

“No!”

The sandstorm dissipated and the plane was no longer visible. Imhotep smirked then walked towards the city. You had no choice but to follow. 

You were going to die. 

That didn’t stop you from following the mummy down into the depths of the temple, your glare switching from Imhotep’s back to Beni, who walked beside you. 

“Your face will stay like that,” Beni warned. How childish. 

“And nasty little boys like yourself always get their comeuppance,” you shot back.

Beni stopped in his tracks. “They do?”

You smirked. How stupid. You did believe that he would get his own form of punishment for helping the ancient priest - you just hoped that it was sooner rather than later. 

Down in the main chamber of the temple, a loud noise stopped Imhotep mid chant. Taking one of the sacred jars, he emptied the ash-like substance into his hand and then blew on it, letting the particles drift through the air. Then he spoke out a spell and mummified bodies ripped themselves free from their walled-in prisons, leaving behind deep human-shaped impressions among the hieroglyphics. 

“Kill them and wake the others,” Imhotep ordered. Turning back to you and Beni, he nodded at the latter, who then forced you down onto the stone slab next to a pit that at first you thought was water, but the liquid was too thick and too black, like ink. You were too focused on the substance to notice Imhotep’s hand coming near your face. He spoke a single word and your vision went black. 

It could have only been a minute that you were out, but it was enough time for your wrists and ankles to be tied down and the sacred jars to be lined up against your side.  Seeing a strange lump out of the corner of your left eye, you turned. 

Then screamed. 

The mummified body of who could only have been Anck-Su-Namun was lying right next to you, ready to be revived. You fought and tugged at your restraints, desperate to get away, to put distance between you and the woman who killed the pharaoh. One by one, the resurrected priests circled the slab, fell to their knees, and began chanting as they bowed. Imhotep stepped up, the black book in his hands. He caressed the side of the mummy’s face lovingly. Despite the reality of the situation, a small part of you couldn’t help but be in awe of his devotion. All of this, for his love. 

That didn’t mean you wanted to help. 

“Junmyeon! Baekhyun! Sehun!” One of them. Any of them! Please, just let one of them get in here with the book!

From the pit, the inky substance rose, formless, shapeless as it drifted through the air, over you and settled into the body. Imhotep finished the enchantment and the mummy came to life with a shrieking gasp. It turned and looked at you with knowing eyes. The scream of pure terror was ripped from your throat. 

No, no, no, no!

Appearing on the other side of you, Imhotep said one last time that with your death, Anck-Su-Namun would live. He raised a dagger with both hands and let it hover over your heart for just a beat. 

“I found the book of Amun-Ra! I found it, cousin!” 

Standing at the top of the large stone staircase, Baekhyun waved a giant book of gold over his head, the proudest grin shining from his face, visible even from this distance. 

Imhotep hesitated, lowering the dagger. 

“Fantastic, now shut up and help me off of here!” you shouted back. “You have to open the book! Open it!”

Like in a trance, Imhotep walked around the slab, placing the dagger down next to Anck-Su-Namun, and continued towards the stairs. 

“I can’t open it! It needs the key!”

“His robes!” You motioned towards Imhotep with your head. “It’s in his robes!”

With Imhotep coming closer, Baekhyun took off down the hallway that had led him here. Out of the shadows the opposite way, Junmyeon jumped out, swinging a large golden sword at the priests. Sehun wasn’t far behind with a sword of his own. Toegher, the two of them cut the mummies into pieces. With everyone distracted, you worked at the ropes around your wrists that had loosened in your many struggles, freeing the right one first and then moving onto your ankles. Only the left wrist was left to be freed, but this one was choosing to be difficult. 

“Are you alright?” Junmyeon asked as he took down another priest. 

“For the most part,” you answered, jangling your hand. Junmyeon lifted the sword to cut it free but suddenly fell from view. The upper bodies of the priests had grabbed hold of him and were holding him down so another could get close enough to drop the giant rock it was carrying onto his head. “Junmyeon!”

Junmyeon struggled to reach the sword he had dropped. Sehun was too busy with his own fight to notice his cousin needed help. You tried for the weapon yourself but it was too far out of reach. A disembodied hand was crawling with its fingers across the floor. When it wrapped its palm around the hilt of the sword, Junmyeon managed to grab the arm and swing at the mummy holding the stone, taking its legs out from under it. It fell backwards, squishing itself comically. He took care of the others and freed himself. He cut the bindings from your wrist and helped you off the slab. “Better late than never, right?”

“We’ll reevaluate that later.”

Baekhyun emerged from a side corridor. Oh, thank goodness. As if he were reading the Sunday paper, he studied the front of the book. “Cousin, I found an inscription here. Rash- Rasheem oola… kashka!”

A pair of doors burst open and out marched mummified soldiers with shields and spears. 

“Oh, wonderful.” At least you weren’t the only one who mucked up by reading out loud. 

Two by two, they came out until there were ten now facing you, Junmyeon, and Sehun. 

“This just keeps getting better and better,” Sehun muttered angrily.

“Baekhyun, do something,” you begged.

“Me?” Baekhyun squeaked as he backed up against a pillar. 

“Yes, you! You raised them! You can control them!”

“You’re joking, right?”

The soldiers marched on, coming in closer. You weren’t armed and you doubted Junmyeon and Sehun could hold all of them off. “Finish the inscription on the cover, you idiot!”

“Oh! Right!” Baekhyun scrambled to hide behind the pillar. 

Focused on the enemy in front of you, the one that had just been resurrected had been left forgotten. 

Anck-Su-Namun snatched you away from behind just as the mummified soldiers pounced. You managed to get out of her grip and were now playing a rather unfun game of tag while she chased you with the ceremonial dagger, keen on killing you herself so she could be fully revived. 

“Baekhyun, hurry up, please!”

“I can’t figure out this last symbol!”

“What does it look like!” You ran around the pillars and figures, lucky that you still had all of your ligaments to move quickly with. But Anck-Su-Namun had caught on and cut you off from around a corner, clutching your neck as you fought to keep the dagger away from your heart. 

“Its… its, uh… a bird!” Baekhyun started flapping an arm in a wing-like motion. “No! A stork!”

You pushed the air past your throat to give him the answer. “Ahmenophus!”

“Ah! That makes sense!” He read over the sentence again before yelling, “Hootash im ahmenophus!”

With a kick to her brittle rips, you managed to break free from Anck-Su-Namun right as the mummy soldiers froze. Right on time, too, as it seemed both Junmyeon and Sehun were about to be impaled. You ran to Baekhyuun and ripped the book out of his hands. “Give that to me!” Turning back to the one who had tried to kill you, you said, “Fa-kooshka, Anck-Su-Namum!”

The soldiers didn’t move as Anck-Su-Namun stalked closer. 

“Oh, fine!” You motioned for Baekhyun, who very smugly repeated the order. The soldiers backed off Junmyeon and Sehun, going for their new prey as Imhotep tried to stop them with his own shouting. It didn’t work. He watched in horror as, for the second time, his love was taken from him. All you saw was the soldiers surrounding her, then stabbing. She shrieked in pain and then was once again… silent

Imhotep roared in anger. He swept up sand as he turned on you and Baekhyun, vowing death to you both. Junmyeon ran up from behind and cut off one of his arms, getting his attention instead. The robes slipped from Imhotep’s body as he picked up the severed arm and reattached it, stepping determinedly in Junmyeon’s direction. 

The robes. 

The key! 

You hurried forward, eyes never leaving Imhotep in case he remembered what he had left behind. It took a moment of searching the folds of black, tattered fabric, but eventually you found the key. “Keep him busy!” you told Junmyeon. 

“Yeah, no problem,” was grunted back to you.  

Inserting the key, you twisted it three times until the claws clicked open. You flipped through the heavy slabs, eyes constantly on the search for the right inscription. There was so much here. So much knowledge, so much history, you were getting distracted. 

Save Junmyeon! You told yourself. Stay focused and save Junmyeon!

“Hurry!” Baekhyun urged. 

You growled back, “You’re not helping!”

Imhotep now had Junmyeon by the throat, feet off the ground and face turning purple. You were running out of time!

There! “I have it! Kadeesh mal! Kadeesh mal! Pared oos! Pared oos!”

A wind from nowhere kicked up through the air. From the top of the staircase, a ghostly horse-drawn carriage came sailing in, down the stairs and straight for him.

Horrified and knowing exactly what was headed his way, Imhotep dropped Junmyeon and tried to run. But the carriage was faster. 

It barreled through him, taking with it a translucent outline of himself, rounding the room before trotting back up the staircase and through the purplish wormhole that it had come from. Imhotep chased after it as if he could steal what was stolen from him back. But that was impossible. 

Junmyeon picked up his dropped sword and scrambled to you, weapon high for the next round of the fight. “I thought you said that would kill him.”

Imhotep stomped forward, eyes fixed on your group. So focused on his target that he never saw Sehun come in from behind and stab his own sword through Imhotep’s back. 

 You smirked. “He’s mortal now.”

He stared down at the blade that was protruding from his stomach. Staggering, his eyes were round from shock, little by little the light of life fading. His feet shuffled closer to the pit’s edge until he finally fell in and sunk beneath the surface. As he faded from view, his skin disintegrated until he was back in the form that you first found him. Words echoed around as he gave one last message. Handing the book back to Baekhyun, you translated it for the others. 

“Death… is only the beginning.”

“Thank god that’s over,” Baekhyun sighed. 

You squeezed his shoulder, thankful to whomever that he was alive. That you all were. “We should get out of here.”

“Where’s Beni?” Sehun asked as he surveyed the room. Oh, right. You’d nearly forgotten about him. 

“Probably halfway back to Cairo with a bag full of gold,” Junmyeon said bitterly. 

Then, suddenly, the walls began to tremble, sand fell in falls from the ceiling 

“Time to go!” Junmyeon grabbed your hand and headed for the exit. Baekhyun, who was leading in front, slipped on a pile of sand as he crossed one of the bridges. You watched in horror as the book flew from his hands and into the water, sinking beyond retrieval. 

“You lost the book! How could you lose the book!”

“Oh, come on!” All three yelled at you. Nothing could be done. The Book of Amun-Ra was lost. You’d cry about it later. 

Navigating the halls, sand and walls were falling all around you, seeking to trap you in. Junmyeon led the group through a giant room filled with gold. Baekhyun whimpered at all the treasure he was able to take with him, but at least he kept running. 

“Wait for me! Wait for me!”

As you left the hall of gold, you turned to see Beni running after you. The ceiling above was slowly lowering. If he didn’t pick it up, he’d be trapped forever. A small opening barely big enough for a human was starting to sink beneath the floor. Baekhyun made it through. Sehun made it through. You made it through. 

Junmyeon came in last, sliding across the sand and then flipping over, his hand reaching out towards Beni, who was still a good ten or fifteen feet away. “Come on, come on, come on!” Hate him or not, Junmyeon would try to help. But Beni didn’t make it and the opening disappeared. Junmyeon sighed. Then shrugged. “Bye-bye, Beni.”

He jumped up to his feet and rejoined the group. 

Finally outside, the columns and temples were also falling, causing you all to zig-zag all around the city as it crumbled to the ground. The sand beneath your feet shook. You made it out of the city’s boundary. When you were far enough out of the blast zone, you stopped and watched as what was once a great archeological find sink into the sand, never to be seen again. 

Baekhyun screamed out of nowhere. You panicked, thinking Imhotep wasn’t truly dead. But then you saw the shadow. And then the camel. And then the man riding it. 

“Ardeth!” You were so happy to see him alive! You had been so worried about getting out yourself, you hadn’t been able to ask the others what had happened to him. 

“Thank you for that heart attack,” Baekhyun scolded as he rubbed his chest. He would be fine. If the wine and women hadn’t killed him yet, you were sure he would live through this. 

Ardeth bowed his head. “From me and my people, you have earned our respect and gratitude.”

Baekhyun chuckled, waving it off with false modesty. “Well… it was nothing.”

“Speak for yourself,” Sehun muttered as he spat dirt from his mouth. 

Ardeth grinned then clicked his tongue to urge the camel on. 

Shaking his head, Baekhyun turned back to the flat surface that used to be Hamunaptra. “Wonderful. We go home empty-handed. Again.”

Junmyeon looked down at you and with the softest expression, disagreed. “I wouldn’t say that.”

Heat bloomed on your cheeks as his meaning sunk in. Sehun understood as well, rolling his eyes and turning away. Cupping your jaw with his fingers, Junmyeon leaned in and kissed you deeply, pulling you in closer.

Yes, he was right. You were truly walking away with the adventure of a lifetime.

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