#anyway i hope that was satisfactory but if not i. tried haha

[outtoshatter]

Sooooooo I finished be a witness a few days ago and I’m still thinking about it.

Any chance you can tell me how you came up with some of the world building behind it? I’m just still too attached to it. 😐😐😐

Oh! Hiii 🥰🥰💛💛 I think I mostly wanted to write Stiles using some kind of ghost related magic, but i also wanted Derek to be able to use magic as well as shift...

I wanted to do a magical college in a world where magic was known, and common, just like...an every day sort of thing. Annnd then as with most of the stories I write I started getting excited about the details of that, and categories.

I had actually written out all of the main characters' class schedules for that story, plus all the teachers' specialties and how they related to the plot 😅😅 I also had detailed descriptions of each class of magic user/the different affinities, as well as the original source of their magic (spoilers, sorta hahah but you've read it 👀)

Usually for my worldbuilding I start with what I want from the plot and then how I want the rest of the world to be around the characters and the plot.

Hmm, not sure if any of this makes sense...but I tried! I'm much better at explaining this stuff in the stories haha

Feel free to dm me if you have more specific stuff you wanna know, I have no problem blabbing about it!

#asks #people say nice things #gia talks #no really the truth is that the worlds just sort of... #are part of writing for me #fic ask #about a #sterek fic #be a witness #anyway i hope that was satisfactory but if not i. tried haha

[minamorsart]

What , And how did you start pairing lotura, And Plance .?

Ooooh boy am I excited to answer this!!! This is going to be a long answer, hope you don't mind! Because I have some specific memories about these two ships, particularly lotura, that I would absolutely love to share with you!

Prepare for a long read! Hehe

Starting with lotura, when season 3 came out and Lotor made his debut, of course I was all 👀👀👀 Because that day something awoke in 19 year old me that I didn't realize could ever be awoken lol. And I wish I could remember exactly what my reaction was to his cat-and-mouse chase with Allura in the episode "The Hunted", but at the time I must not have considered the idea of them ever going in the direction of a romance. Looking back now though, how could I have been so blind??! That chase scene is HOT. I mean just look at them!!! Look at Lotor especially woah mama 😳

Season 4 was mediocre to me at the time, I will confess, for a lot of different reasons. But then season 5, man... SEASON 5!!!! I remember it was March 3rd, 2018. I wasn't keeping up with the show anymore, but I just so happened to see an article online that said season 5 had been released the day before on Netflix. I told my sister and we decided, "eh, let's watch at least the first episode."

And we watched the first episode, alright. And then another, and then another and another until we watched all six episodes in one sitting. We were both blown away! Lotor... Allura... together???? 😲

Their adventures, their chemistry, their clear attraction to one another... I was OBSESSED!!! I shipped them hardcore after that. They were and are still my #1 OTP, and it's because of them that I really tried to work hard and improve my art! I wanted to draw them all the time, making mini comics and AUs, and while their tragic ending actually left me in tears and I was upset for a really long time, I can now say that I have been able to heal and move on from it--eh, mostly anyway, haha.

It still hurts, but 5 years later I feel that I've matured and come to a greater understanding and acceptance. I have come to really appreciate how perfect they are for each other, both aesthetically of course (cuz lookit that sexual dimorphism babeyyy) as well as the many, many things they have in common. I have also come to appreciate their flaws, their imperfections, and the mistakes they made regarding each other and their relationship. They may have gotten a sad ending, but they were still truly equals in every way. It's just beautiful, and my love for them now is stronger than ever :')

For Lance and Pidge on the other hand, it's not quite as clear as when I started shipping them! I remember rolling my eyes at Lance and Allura's first meeting, like "okay Lance is one of THESE guys, here we go 🙄"

Other than that I didn't really ship Lance or Pidge with anyone! If I'm recalling correctly, I don't think it wasn't until after season 6 that I started shipping them together. I remember reading metas and analyses of their relationship that people were making in anticipation for season 7's release, and the more I thought about it, the more I started to really like the idea of Lance and Pidge getting together! And there are definitely subtle hints throughout the earlier seasons of Pidge's feelings for Lance, as well as their fun chemistry with one another, like the episode "Space Mall"!

The hints are not so subtle to me now, but back then it wasn't until I watched season 7 that I actually became hopeful that they could be a couple! I especially loved the moments when Pidge indirectly called Lance "cute, in a creepy, hideous sort of way" lol, and when Lance become very protective over Pidge in such a way that I don't think we ever saw him react before! I was honestly taken aback by that moment!

And again, their ending was definitely less than satisfactory, particularly Lance's ending (still hate it with a passion), but just like with Lotura's relationship, I have also come to appreciate many things about Plance's relationship today. While Lotor and Allura have so much in common and are able to reach an understanding with each other that they can't with anyone else, it would seem at first that Pidge and Lance are far too different to be compatible. And it is true that they are very different, but for one, that can be a good thing! The foundations of some relationships are built off of their differences. It can make someone more compassionate and more open-minded when they have a willingness to accept and appreciate the differences they have with their partner, and a willingness to take a genuine interest in the things that their partner is passionate about, even if they don't completely understand.

And two, at the same time, Pidge and Lance DO have things in common! They both love their families, both have a stronger connection to Earth compared to the other paladins, and they are able to bond with one another over fun pastimes such as video games! How cute is that??!

And just like with Lotor and Allura, I also love Pidge and Lance for their flaws. It did take me a while to come around to Lance, because while he has his funny moments and one-liners, I also found him very annoying at times lol. But I think the fact that he can be really annoying honestly makes him the most realistic character in Voltron. Not necessarily the most relatable, at least not for me, but definitely the most human! Because there are people in our real lives that we love and cherish deeply, but they absolutely have their moments where you go, "ugh, you're so annoying and it really frustrates me when you act this way" but we still wouldn't trade them for the world 🥰

And just to draw one last comparison between Lotura and Plance, I especially LOVE how incredibly different the two pairings are even from each other! To me, Lotor and Allura are sexy and passionate, while Pidge and Lance are pure and fun! They're all so unique and special in their own ways, and they bring so much to the table, both for their characters and for their relationships.

I can't help but write essays every time I get asks, I'm so sorry lol 😭 There's so much more I could say about these guys, but I think I'd better stop here haha! I had a lot of fun writing about Lotura and Plance, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this! I really love these characters a lot. I'm so incredibly grateful that they exist, even if in the form of fiction, and I'm even MORE grateful that my love for them has continued to grow over the years. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! 💖💜💙💚

Oh and one last thing: we were robbed of a lot of different potential interactions with a lot of different characters, but I have to say it would have been fun to see more of Lotor and Lance interacting with each other! Lance was always acting out due to his jealousy, while Lotor on the other hand mostly just ignored him lol.

#asks #lotura #plance #lotor #allura #vld lance #pidge gunderson #katie holt #voltron #voltron legendary defender #meta #voltron meta

[attyattlaw]

heyyy I'm new to digital art, would you mind sharing some tips regarding programs and tutorials and etc? also on how to turn a real life piece into a beautiful and clean digital piece... really love your art

oh good luck with your art journey! my experience with digital art is pretty dated (as in a decade + levels dated) and i might be too out of touch to give beginner tips but regardless, allow me to attempt

Programs: it would help to know which hardware you have for digital but ill put down some i have experience in 1. Clip Studio Paint Pro - PC/Android/ipad/everywhere i think? unfortunately they betrayed humankind and its now a subscription everywhere but on PC. i bought a one-time license years years years ago on sale and its probably the best available on my end. I also got it on subscription on android so i can sync works between my PC and tablet. its very flexible in a way that you can draw with it in the most basic way single layer sketches or whatever but they have so many features and keep adding more.

2. procreate - ipad only never been an apple user but my friend is, and he's been a procreate user forever. he recently tried CSP on ipad though and he still claims he likes procreate better for ease of use and compatibility with tablet ergonomics and apple pen

3. medibang paint - pc/android/ipad

free forever. and out of all the free programs i recommended my other digital art newbie friend this is what he liked best.

4. adobe photoshop - dont even look at this the only reason i have one is im leeching off company license. its still unfortunately the industry standard tho but CSP is much cheaper and has the same controls and most of the basic functions 5. Paint Tool SAI - my first art program but i haven't tried it again. honestly still think this has the best brush flexibility and pen pressure control ----- As for tutorials, i find digital art has such a steep and high skill ceiling and its a challenge im still tackling and probably will forever tackle haha. I'm trying to osmosis painting techniques from splash art painters from League of Legends who most of them post complete timelapses (my favorite being Bo Chen) where you can study not just their techniques but like, art directions that make their pieces striking. Anyway, I also promised a friend I would make a simple coloring tutorial so maybe after inktober hustle, I would look for a piece there I'd use for the guide.

---- Traditional to digital is never a satisfactory process to me but if you can, invest on a scanner. I use an epson v39, had it for years.

scanned vs edited. the goal is to at least get the white of the paper as white as possible and the blacks the blackest, without whitewashing/burning the rest of the colors. Level correction function is your best friend here and most art programs have that.

Then i just clean dust and errors and slide the contrasts around until it looks as close to the original piece

If you have a decent phone camera, you can get away just posting instagram aesthetic pics with materials framing it or smth and just edit as usual. natural light tends to be a lot more forgiving than the harsh light of scanners anyway.

Anyway I hope this helps and have fun learning!

#granpa voice: back in my day we didnt have phones or tablets capable of drawing #we had to use dodge and burn on pirated photoshop apps using a mouse on the family computer #i think i also started digitals a bit late in life so unlike younger millenials and gen Zs its not easy as second nature to me #compared to traditional mediums at least

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hello! I don't know how this works, but anyways, I wanna make a request n.n

Can you do any character you like X neighbor who's sensitive to loud sounds?

If you don't want to feel free to ignore xD Thanks!

No worries at all, thanks for requesting!! <3 /p

I’ll just do this with Wally since I’m itching to write for him rn :] if you’d like to see a specific character later on feel free to re-ask!! /nf

Catastrophic Cacophony

Wally x GN!Reader Who’s Sensitive to Loud Sounds!

Headcanon format (.. Drabble length. I am a fool.. /lhj) , relation can be interpreted by reader!

As long as you could remember, loud noises got to you. Whether they startled you, or however you reacted, they got to you. It’s just how you were, which is perfectly okay! But to say it didn’t pose an issue sometimes would be.. difficult.

From a particularly loud laugh from a friend, or a screechy microphone at an assembly, to concerts, to movie theatres— loud was everywhere. It could be mediated with headphones, of course, but it was still everywhere. So when you moved into the quaint, sleepy neighbourhood? It was quite relieving!

Sure, the denizens would sometimes get a bit rowdy and loud— but they all seemed to understand if you withdrew, or needed a break— which was very relieving! Besides, they weren’t too loud— nothing going inside your quaint little home couldn’t remedy!

Today was one of those days. The sounds had piled up, and it somewhat felt like everything kept getting louder. Sure, you could maybe brush off the occasional screech— even if it rustled your jimmies a bit (/j), but today? Far too much, far too fast.. So off you took! Bidding the others farewell, you’d take off— taking to idly strolling around the town, today!

As you took a moment to breathe in the newfound silence, settling on one of the rickety, brightly coloured benches of the town— you’d soon hear a small creak from its backrest. This was soon followed by a familiar voice, slow and quiet.

“Helloo.”

It was none other than Wally. His impeccably quiet walking had gotten the better of your senses today— ignoring the fact you.. weren’t actually too sure where he showed up from!

Peeking up, you’d give a brief smile and a hushed greeting before looking away from his unwavering gaze. Slightly intimidating, but by now you knew he meant no harm!

“Do you mind.. if I join you, neighbour?”

You glance over again, immediately meeting his gaze again, and give a small nod. Soon, he’d settle on the bench beside you.

Over time, you had noticed that he seemed to notice your issues— though it wasn’t like you tried to really hide them all too much, anyhow. You noticed as, when he was alone with you, he seemed to make an extra effort to not be loud— which wasn’t too hard for the puppet, anyhow, but I digress.

His voice wouldn’t raise much further beyond his normal talking voice, and his tone would stay steady— never skipping up too high. He wasn’t really sure if pitch got to you, too, but better safe than sorry! Not like he minded to speak somewhat flatly, anyhow— it was already how he spoke, to an extent!

Seemingly, though, he had just followed you out here for your company. He didn’t mind comfortable silence, and he surely hoped you didn’t, too.

Even if that silence was.. a smiiidge less comfortable due to the fact, unless he got momentarily distracted, he was just.. kinda staring at you, idly. Why, he’s an artist, he can’t help but to observe (/j)!

But, with that, you two would just.. sit. Maybe you’d chat a bit, when you had calmed down— he’d let you lead when that conversation would start. But until then? He was perfectly happy to sit in silence with you. Especially on such a nice day!

Hihi!! So sorry if that wasn’t great <:] I wasn’t too sure what to do with the prompt— but I hope the way I took it was satisfactory either way!! Thank you again for requesting!!

I also kinda,, maybe a smidge based this off of my own sensitive hearing HAHA — but I’m hoping I didn’t make it too specific! Tried to make it able to apply to a majority :]

… if you saw me post this early on accident because my finger slipped; nuh uh, no you didn’t /lhj HAHA

#wally darling #Wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home Wally darling #x reader #sighsdeeplyanddreadfully

[veilder]

How about 2 and 11 for the fandom asks? :)

Ooh, thank you, friend! :D (For the Fandom Year in Review Asks here.)

2. Favorite ships this year Oh man, what a loaded question, lol. Well, as I'm sure many of you know, I've fallen hard back into Trigun in 2023, lol! So I just have... a whole shitload of ships I've been reading for that, omg. Fave is probably Millyons (Knives x Milly lol) at this point, though, omg. (I blame @eomma-jpeg fully for this. >_>) But I still have such a huge soft spot for VashMeryl, too, as well as some other rarepairs like KLR (Knives/Livio/Razlo) or Kniveswood (Knives/Wolfwood 😅). Yes, there is a trend here... No, I won't examine it. >_> As for other media, I'm still well in to Genshin Impact as usual and my favorite Chili bois have yet to be unseated as my all time faves, lol. (I.e. Childe/Zhongli) I'm still like moderately invested in the Cyno/Alhaitham rarepair as well, though I haven't read as much for them. But perhaps the biggest surprise of all though is how down bad I am about Neuvillette x Furina. Like damn son, me stanning a straight ship in Genshin? XD This hasn't happened since Ayaka x Thoma. XD And I'm way more invested in Neuvy and Furina anyway, goodness. The whole Fontaine story arc absolutely destroyed me and I loved the two of them in it so much. I hope they get to be happy soon in the future. 😭😭😭

As for other IPs... Y'all know I still love DBH in my heart and still stan Convin and North60 with my life. I'm also still riding that FFVII Remake train and may or may not have read a bunch of Sefikura this year... >_> (Sephiroth/Cloud for those who don't know. Because the inherent eroticism of being sworn enemies will never not appeal to me. >_>) And also IkeSoren and Dimidue (Dimitri/Dedue) from Fire Emblem still live in my heart indefinitely. But also, a lot of my fandoms I've read this year I've been reading a lot of platonic stuff for, too. Haha, can't even list LotR/Silmarillion on here because all I ever read for that is Feanorian family feels. XD

11. Biggest squee moments of the year (For ye youths who no longer use such awesome terminology, that means the fandom moments that made your heart cry out in overwhelming joy. Can y’all believe that “squee” didn’t quite stand the test of time??)

Oh man, I'm trying to think here... Tbh, I've not watched very much new media this year and the stuff that was new was usually also pretty sad, lol. 😅 However... though it's a tad bit bittersweet, the end of Genshin's Fontaine Archon Quest just... destroyed me in the best way? Especially Furina's reaction to everything... (I'm trying to be vague here to avoid spoilers. XD) Like, I felt such palpable relief and joy for her after it all went down. Maybe not exactly a squee moment, but I was definitely inordinately happy, haha. XD

And you know what else? Her damn character trailer. XD It was so fun?! Absolutely chaotic and whimsical and so over the top and I've watched it so many fuckin times. XD Dang, I love her. 💙

Also, just mark down like a bunch of fanfic moments, lol, because of course. XD I couldn't list them all if I tried but... The two that immediately came to mind for me were Milly and Knives' whole relationship in @eomma-jpeg's exeptional fic In the Meadow, and also the last posted chapter of Bgtea's ridiculously long and ridiculously good Genshin fic, Entirely Out of Spite. (I recommend these both wholeheartedly.)

But yes, hope my meandering answers were satisfactory, @keltii-tea. Thank you for the asks! XD

#ask games #year in review #lol I sure do know how to ramble 😅 #whoops!

[ivettel]

you’re giving me f1 driver anakin brainworms and i’m entirely here for it. i would honestly love to hear more of your thoughts on it because this is now all i will think about for the next three to five business days.

HI KAYLA. thank you for asking about this! sorry for taking literally forever, i had a great many thoughts.. and i shall attempt to summarize them without writing a dissertation!

ANAKIN AS A RED BULL DRIVER okay so like right off the bat we literally have hayden in rbr merch. and he calls them the dark side (and cheers for them in their worst race of the season/lifetime at that point LMAOO) and so there’s a case to be made about red bull anakin. i see it. in that instance i rlly think he’d be like red bull seb where his whole ~fall to the dark side~ is a) because he’s a petty queen b) he doesn’t know when to quit c) the sound of « multi twenty-one, anakin. yeah. multi twenty-one. » like cmon. child prodigy. brilliant driver. caring to a fault. cocky little brat. god’s (schumi’s/schumi equivalent's) chosen one. who else?

(some people in my mentions were like oh anakin would be like max and. no??? first of all my boy LIKES to race. secondly anakin has a personality. thirdly and most importantly imo: one of the most fundamental parts of anakin’s character is that he was a slave. he was Fucked Up By The World, Severely. he turns his back on the jedi bc he thinks they’re self-serving sanctimonious bastards who only uphold ‘order’ insofar as it benefits the wealthy/powerful. if anakin was real he’d be a white leftist. SORRY getting sidetracked)

ANAKIN AS A FERRARI DRIVER so hear me out because he’s the furthest thing from a ferrari driver but i have done enough mental gymnastics to justify this to myself. he’s the chosen one to bring ferrari back to schumi/schumi equivalent glory days. he lives and breathes ferrari/the force, seems to have been birthed by it. haha. he’s the most talented the sport has seen in forever, and he also has the work ethic to back it up (yes sw anakin’s work ethic is fuelled by his abandonment issues and desperate need to be accepted but we’ll skip over that. i’m lusional about this. he works hard because he loves it. whatever).

this leads me to OBI-WAN AS A FERRARI DRIVER wherein: qui-gon and schumi.. well. but obi-wan is also assigned tifoso at birth and he loves ferrari and believes in it so much. and he tries his hardest to make things work but he’s negotiating just to survive team politics among the higherups. and it Sucks. he wants to restore order glory to ferrari! and he does his best!! he’s just… never enough on his own. and he sees anakin come on board like i resent you wholly because you represent all my failures but i recognize your talent and believe the team comes first so i will tolerate and work with/mentor you. and anakin is like Actually i’m a selfish prick and better than you and i’m going to fuck over the last bit of your career and step over your corpse if it means i can be a champion with ferrari. if this sounds like 2019 ferrari no it doesn’t look away.

the most important part of this entire shtick is him and padmé btw. she’s a strategist at like sauber when he first enters the sport and anytime anakin interacts with her he becomes a blushing mess. she thinks he’s hopeless but she admits he isn’t so bad a driver and if going on a date will make him focus more on the job and less on impressing her then like FINE she’ll go out with him. in secret because there can’t be any conflicts of interest. also if she marries him when he goes to red bull or ferrari nobody’s gotta know except HR and lawyers. Whatever!

ANYWAY. bottom line is that anakin is the firecracker with the weight of destiny on his shoulders, whether that be in red bull where he’s propelling the team to greatness in the most dominant years of the sport’s history or in ferrari where he’s ruthless in becoming top dog. he is, also, a malewife and babygirl. i hope this answer was satisfactory!

#sw/racing #genius bar #kayla 🏷

[newtonsheffield]

I was waiting the whole week for Spicy Sunday! Any chance Eddie x Goose can make it on Spicy Sunday this week? And maybe a quick conversation between Kate and Eddie afterwards? I recently read the one where Eddie grilled Kate after the Insufferable date night and I can’t resist asking haha. Thanks for all you do!

Can Goose and Eddie Make it on Spicy Sunday? Of course they can. I was kinda hoping someone was gonna request these two, (I’m lowkey hoping someone eventually asks for Lucy and Gregory as well) Is it weird to hope for specific things to be requested for Spicy Sunday? Probably. I don’t know. 

Anyway! After Edwina forced Kate to admit how satisfactory Anthony was  It seems only fair that Kate puts her through the same embarrassment No? Kate definitely had some follow up questions after their little conversation in the bathroom of the restaurant, Unfortunately they were joined in the tiny bathroom by a very pious looking elderly woman and so left soon after.

Let’s check in.

 Edwina Sheffield had obviously slept with men before, she was 27 and she had a healthy belief that women shouldn’t be embarrassed of their sexuality. It was a normal part of life, and the idea that women should remain chaste and pure seemed, honestly a little ridiculous to her. She’d even thought she’d had good sex before, but honestly looking back maybe she hadn’t. 

She had been on four dates with Matthew Bagwell, and he had been very... respectful. He’d opened doors for her, and pulled out seats, and kissed her when he left her at the door of her flat, his hands planted firmly on her waist, never wandering. And honestly, it was starting to get a little confusing. Men she’d been with before had been so eager to touch her, to feel everything for their own benefit more so than hers admittedly, and yet Matthew kept his hands firmly on her sides, even though she could feel his eyes wander over her, could feel in the urgency of his lips against hers that he wanted more, he hadn’t asked for it. He always groaned a little, pulled back and said  “I should go.” Kissing her on the cheek lightly as he went, While Edwina stood there stunned, and more than a little flustered. 

But tonight, when he stood at the door, his eyes burning into hers and said, very nervously,   “I’d really like it if you would consider being my girlfriend.” Her heart had wanted to burst with the sweetness of it. And then He’d looked so happy when she’d agreed so absolutely thrilled, that she hadn’t been able to help herself from swinging the door open and tugging him inside roughly by the front of the sweater. His body toppling against hers as she sealed their lips together, his tongue tangling with hers had heat pooling in the pit of her stomach, his hair slipping through her finger tips and then, abruptly, he pulled back. His blue eyes darker then she’d ever seen them, his breath coming in short pants, mouth open as he tried to form words. She beat him to it. “Matt, if you say you should go, I’ll scream. I don’t want you to go anywhere.” The roughness of her voice surprisingly her, and Matthew stayed frozen, his eyes burning into hers, and then his lips cocked upwards in a crooked grin that made her knees nearly buckle.  “If I stay, Can I still make you scream?” His voice was like velvet in her ear, his hands wandering down to her hips, setting her on fire as she said  “God, I hope so.” Tugging him down the hallway, pausing in the living room her eyes flicking to the sofa, as his lips trailed down her neck  “Bedroom, Eddie. Couches are for quickies, and I promise you, I’m not going to be quick.” And Jesus fucking christ she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected from this man, but it certainly hadn’t been this smooth confidence, his voice lightly commanding, but still giving her plenty of opportunity to push back.

As soon as she pushed open the bedroom door, Matthew was on her, his lips trailing down her neck as he undid her dress, forcing her to step out of it, his hands lifting her thighs until she was forced to wrap her legs around him and everything about it was intoxicating, she could barely breathe as he pushed her against the mattress his hands inching up her thigh, her own hands fiddling with his belt buckle. and Then he stilled, she groaned at the loss of contact as his hands met hers, tugging them away. “We can do that later, but I want you to feel really really good first. Okay?” His eyes felt like fire against hers, his voice rough as he assessed her, waiting for her consent before he went any further, And when she nodded, he didn’t wait anymore. His lips and hands trailing up her thighs, their moans mingling together in the darkness, and then she fell apart altogether, and still he didn’t stop, it was relentless, the room felt like it was spinning, so much contact, too much contact, his arm across her hips holding her firmly in place. “I.. fuck Matt...I can’t.” She stuttered out, her breath coming in painful gasps And Mathew chuckled “Yes. You. Can. Again. Eddie.” And god help her. This time she screamed. 

_________

“So, just how many arrivals does Matthew Schedule for you?” Kate’s amused said across the kitchen counter, and Edwina stilled, a blush rising to her cheeks. “Kate, that’s private.” She said primly, taking a sip of her tea, avoiding her sister’s eyes as she gasped indignantly. “No, No, No! You made me tell you about Anthony! Eddie, our Mum heard it!” Kate said, indignantly, “Would you like me to call Matthew and ask him instead? Jesus, at least tell me he’s better than David! Please for the love of god, at least tell me he knows where-” And maybe it was the fact that Kate seemed so instant or maybe it was the ridiculous need to defend Matthew but Edwina snapped.

“Jesus Kate fine, his record is 5.” She said, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, though she did get a little thrill of satisfaction when Kate’s mouth dropped open in surprise, scoffing a little with amazement. “Well, I might need to call Matthew after all. Give him my thanks on behalf of the female population for his fine work.” Kate said a smirk on her face. 

“Oh don’t worry. He certainly receives plenty of thanks.”           

#bridgerton and sons au #edwina x matthew #edwina sheffield #edwina sharma #matthew goose bagwell #we stan a respectful king who knows what to do #spicy sunday 🌶 #molly's asks and answers

[testingcheats0n]

If it helps, I know you reblogged something about how Tubbo’s outpost arc doesn’t make sense, but it actually kind of does? The reason he made the outpost in the first place was because he was suspicious of how Foolish all of a sudden sold his house and left Snowchester (coincidentally shortly after Tubbo trusted him with the nukes and his trauma), then Quackity griefed him, and now he’s just tired of being walked over by everyone, because the last time he tried negotiation and compromise, it was with Dream and exile, and we all know how well that went. He doesn’t trust that Quackity won’t try and take more and more, and can you blame him? We know Quackity plans on expansion, and Tubbo knows Quackity enough to know how ambitious he is.

Is Tubbo morally perfect? Of course not. He hasn’t been since at least the butcher army. But he’s not out of character, and he still doesn’t want to actually go to war. He built the nukes to look scary, and so that’s what he’s trying to do: look scary enough that Quackity will leave him alone.

No, no, I can understand Tubbo's motives. I know why he did what he did. That's not under question- maybe under discussion, but never questioned. My problem is that I don't know where his character will go from this whole situation, because healthy coping mechanisms, fullfillment and peace are not on the table. It's basically: Character A hurts Character B during conflict, Character B starts a new conflict to hurt Character A, Character C gets hurt during conflict, Character A and C start a new conflict to hurt Character B- this cycle has happened three different times with at least 3 different characters at this point of the story.

I don't know where the story will go from here in general- at least in a satisfactory way. It's just a repetition of everything that's happened until now, and I can predict how things will go. Just more of the same with no happy ending- always leading to the next horrific trauma.

Option A: Tubbo dies permanently because of the obvious brewing conflict. And that's it, bye, bye Tubbo, Dream doesn't care about you + he's in prison so Ranboo is (maybe) going to get involved even worse than before to save you, doing horrific shit in the process. Ranboo gets traumatized trying to save him, and everyone else has to grieve for someone that might come back anyway. That's just Quackity's plot with Schlatt 2.0 + Tommy's return after the prison

Option B: Quackity dies and Las Nevadas is just L'manburg 2.0 with a discount Wilbur-Fundy trauma and everything + his poor poor substitute will try to keep the country Quackity made everyone's problem alive, and my guess is that the chances of success are a solid 0. Let's suppose that Tubbo does nuke Las Nevadas/Technoblade finally learns about the things (government) he should have known a long time ago/ Wilbur, uh. Does something eventually, and congrats that's just Doomsday 2.0 but with a different country.

Option C: Nobody dies and nothing terrible happens, but the trauma from previous events remains unchecked until the next time Quackity or Tubbo or someone decides they want to be ~bad~... why are we here again?

Option D: Both Tubbo and Quackity die. Cool, it's not like I was supposed to care about them or anything. Investment? I don't know her. Who is going to die next for shock value? Vote now. If they return, they'll be barely functional and probably will immediately try to start some new pointless conflict over again. Idk, something that just popped in my mind. They might do it for real too.

Option E: Snowchester is destroyed (lame and boring, but it's been dying for a while so *shrug* no stakes, no investment. Oh no it's another country... and now it's gone... cool...) OR someone (not Tubbo or Quackity) loses a canon life which- eh- they've all have 2-3 lives so 0 stakes OR Wilbur dies for the sake of torture porn and more trauma/misery- if Satan decides to prove he's real we'll get ghostbur again... isn't that great? Haha... OR Tommy dies (for some reason?? I see them making it happen.). If permanently yawn- he did it once Big bro Dre is there to save the situation, not that permadeath is the worse option- if not then 0 stakes. Prison Lockdown 2.0

Option F: Karl's storyline finaly connects to the DSMP? Somehow? That's the most fun option.

Option G: None of the things Tubbo, Quackity and Wilbur do matter because Technoblade frees Dream and they all- fucking- band together against the ~common enemy~ (Vault 2.0) and take him out. He goes back to the prison or dies. Very cyclic. I hope that's saved for the actual end of the series.

Option H: Dream comes back to fuck shit up- interrupting or making the conflict even worse ofc-, but no one bands together and Dream is free to get whatever he wants, but this time meaner because he was tortured. Ooooo. I wonder what terrible things he will do- especially to Tommy oh nooooooo~~~(I absolutely don't want to see that) (Pogtopia vs. Manburg 2.0)

Not death, cause that's fixable *shrug*

Option I: Dream just disappears from the public conscience and Technoblade is like 'hmmm? oh no no, governments? Existing AND fighting in MY server?' and just... kills everyone. Fun, lighthearted streams, yeah? If he's going to say he's an anarchist that wants to destroy countries, then he better act like it.

Option J: Someone from the previously involved cast reemerges and does something mildly impactful, like a betrayal- so original, or some spying- very original too. (Fundy, Foolish, Bad, Sam, Puffy, Charlie, Sapnap?) idk. Half of them need to end their own arcs first imo.

Basically this little war I'm seeing is happening between Las Nevadas, Snowchester, and whatever half-baked plan Wilbur and his new pet (ouchie, I spent months rooting for Tommy's autonomy guess that was a loss of my time) have going on, is nothing but a boring, violent repetition of previous conflicts that will do nothing but pile on trauma on already suffering characters. No resolution, no peace, no healing, just pain, more moral corruption, monologues and cookie stands.

At this point, I'll be very surprised if none of the options above happen, because I haven't been given anything to hold on for months. I'm sorry for being this negative- especially since you wanted to explain Tubbo's POV only- you can enjoy this story for what it is- that's perfectly fine, but I can't anymore.

Sorry for the unrelated (?) rant, and thanks for the ask.

#long post #im sorry for ranting #especially this off topic #but i cant #i really cant get into this anymore #they're stretching-rehashing-retreading old topics and plot points #at a snail pace too #im better off reading a bulletpoint recap #/neg #dream smp negative

[randomoranges]

I'm pretty sure you've mentioned it before but what tribe does Étinenne belong to? Any specific details you can give?

Bonjour – hi hello pardon for the delay

I got super busy with work and stuff and then had to think of the answer because this is not a straightforward question haha and then had to revise the og answer to make it better.

Anyways this is going to be a Thing and a little bit all over the place but here we go.

As they say in the vernac’ attache ta tuque a’c d’la broche à foin.

Bref.

So

The island of Montreal was before colonisation a meeting hub for different groups of first nations. They’d come to what is now the old port area and trade, exchange, meet up, etc. But not no one really stayed permanently esque in that gen area in a long term type of way.

Keeping that in mind, Pointe à Callière is currently the museum that has the ruins of the old Ville Mariefortifications from the Maisonneuve era.

Both areas are super close to one another. Like it’s part of the same area.

After MUCH consideration and going back and forth (thank you 5ever @allbeendonebefore for the help – the real MVP) I’ve come to these following thoughts.

For starters, it’s more particular with étienne because Montreal is a city – but it’s also an island and a few years back they tried to like unite all the cities of the island into one giant city on the island. To some success. So – what path did I want to go with? And also both paths have their pros and cons and things that make it easier and harder.

I always chose the island one because it encompasses the Important Areas of the City and the ones with the Most History, so it’s easier to include More. Ish.

Ét would have started off as just Some Guy who appears where Pointe à Callière is. He’s a regular dude and he likes the vibe of the place and the comings and goings of the people in the area so he sticks around and lives his life. People (the First Nations people who were using that area as a trading/exchange/meet up hub) would tell him stories of their adventures/things that happened because ét seemed trustworthy and because he was the “local guy” who just happened to be there and et is curious and does fit in with crowds really well. Ét ends up “collecting” these stories and obviously finds them fascinating.

Throughout his early days, he picks up on these tales, makes connections with people and lives an ordinary life by the heart of the river and at the foot of the mountain [poetic license here]. Élyse may be his only constant by then, but their relation isn’t as close as it would be today. She too would come and go but she’d be the only one coming and going as frequently and because she too does not age like a regular human, ét would assume that’s the standard. The others who come and go don’t necessarily come back so he’d think little of it – or he’d see them again Much Later, so Clearly It’s Fine.

He isn’t aware of a bigger role he may or may not have just yet.

There would have been other “avatars” of the first nations groups that would come and go and they would have traded stories with étienne as well and that would be how he would get the cartiertales from the St-Laurent Iroquoians [who are, according to history, the group that happened to be there when Cartier showed up]

For now, étienne without knowing is like the personification of the Meeting Spot where everyone meets up. He has a connection to the spot but he’s still unaware of his raison d’être. Of course, he yearns for a sense of belonging, but whenever a group comes over for a bit and he thinks this might be it, it turns out that it’s not.

Eventually, by the time the Mohawks come and settle on the territory, they would be the first group that would make an actual real connection with Étienne and like invite him to join them. And seeing as Étienne has longed to belong to a Group, he’d join. Also since they seemed to actually want to stay in a more permanent way and not just – well growing seasons done so long and thanks for all the fish.

Étienne equally being a quick study of languages would also pick up really quickly and he’d fit in nicely with the Mohawks who could see potential in him/him being an asset.

It would be around these times that he’d start to realise that people around him – that he’d met just a few years back – that were just like him what feels like the other day – are changing when he isn’t. And it’s prolly around then that he realises he’s different from the others in his community and question why. The answers he gets aren’t satisfactory, but he grins and bears it and keeps searching for Others Like Him and he wonders if maybe those others whod swapped stories with him before, with warnings and caution knew something he didn’t.

The interesting thing with PAC as well is that they’ve done this thing a few years back called the Memory Collector – collections of memories and whatnot from people who’ve come and gone through Montreal from the og Montréalistes to current immigrants and everything in between. So Étienne being the actual Collector of Memories through people coming and going and telling him their stories is like – perfect.

He’d move around with the Mohawks and it would be the first time he’d feel as though he’d belong to a group so he’d associate with them as an identity.

In my humble opinion, my thoughts have always been that when Maisonneuve and co arrived and tried to get a village started, étienne, being the curious being he’s always been, woulda been intrigued by these newcomers and would have wanted to see how they lived compared to him and the people in his community. Also, with Maisonneuve and Co wanting to get a village started in like his area he woulda been like well hello neighbours! Come, come, here is the land! Enjoy!! So, he would’ve prolly wanted the others of his community to do the same and want Maisonneuve and Co to welcome the ways of his people as well. In his mind he doesn’t understand why these two groups – and others – can’t get along and just live peacefully together. He’s seen enough bloodshed and it’s Exhausting. He much rather have those evenings of trading stories and having a good time.

Also, an interesting note is that Cartier mostly just came, saw left-ish compared to Maisonneuve who was like “aight, let us live here Permanently” that changed the dynamics and also pulled at Étienne who again was like I Want Friends.

In the og village of Maisonneuve and his Montréalistes [yes, that’s what they were called at the time] there were different first nations ppl who decided to live with Maisonneuve and Co. So it’s not always easy to be like ah yes, étienne woulda belonged to X and Y. Hence this rambly mess.

Obviously and unfortunately, there were way too many conflicts btwn Maisonneuve and Co and the first nations folks and that would upset étienne who woulda wanted all groups to get along. In his opinion there were many resources for all to live happily. The Grande Paix de Montréal [1701] would have given him Hope TM that things could settle down once and for all.

On a side note, before Maisonneuve and Co arrived, Étienne would have not used the name Étienne. That would come post colonisation but I’m not sure when. At the time he would go by Tiohtià:ke.

In the early days of Ville Marie ét woulda still been more “first nations” than “bonjour I am now a Montréaliste” but he woulda offered his services/employment to Maisonneuve as a voyageur after a bit, because on top of errthing else ét woulda been hella intrigued by the idea of exploring the world and the fact that there were people who crossed the big ocean and who lived so completely differently from anyone hed ever known woulda boggled his mind and also to get away from the hot mess of conflicts going on. He woulda thought the Grande Paix would have brought back the earlier trading hub/story swap vibes, but too many bloody conflicts he was tired of made him want to get a change of pace. Plus the fact that now he felt Attached to Groups so no longer needed to just Wait. And also the fact that said Groups were Not Getting Along would have made him want to Leave.

After a while of that, around [18XX] he woulda settled in the city and like been a merchant of sorts. [im still working on the notes and details, but he’d get tired of the trips and the conditions and it wasnt just go out and have fun and explore but there were too many issues as well and he just – wanted to have a good time, really, so hed go back to the city and change again]

By the 19th century, whatever ties with his og first nations roots he had woulda been completely washed away by the colonisation of the island – especially by what is now the old port/ville marie and he would have tried Real Hard to Fit In because of his curiosity and wanting to live like these european folk and because of how shite the first nations were being treated. George-Étienne Cartier would have been an Aspiration of his and someone he would have modeled himself after [way of life, personality, etc]

By that time he would also consider himself as French and first nation (Mohawk) as a second and maybe even third thought. Equally, compared to some other avatars, I feel like Étienne would have “lost himself” and is now unfortunately more disconnected from his OG first nation roots than others might (think Ed). The colonisation + the large amount of euros that came to MTL would have given him whiplash for years and would have been like a tidal wave over his head. All of a sudden the village boomed, it was a city and there were more of these french cathos than anything else.

For a good part of the 19th and 20thcentury, he would have identified as Catholic and French with very little regard to his first nation roots. The og village of Ville Mariewould now be an actual thriving and important city and offering more opportunities for growth to him/suddenly MTL city is super relevant. He’d get swept up by the fast pace and the “glamour” and pretty words and it was easier to just go with the flow than to fight. He’s always been someone of good times and parties and of celebrations over everything else and obviously it wasn’t always easy for everyone in the city, but it certainly is when you know the right people and you’re on the up and up as an Important City.

Post Oka crisis (1990s), I think he would have started lowkey thinking about his first nation roots again. Mostly because the crisis shoved it in everyone’s faces in a big way that hadn’t been heard in a Long Time. And maybe slowly slowly like veeeerrry slowly reconnecting. But feeling v lost and overwhelmed by it bcs is that even still him? Was that ever even him? And if not then what the heck even bcs thats like centuries of his life just – forgotten and lost. But to a point he’d also relate with the immigrants who’d come to his city and then feel alienated from their og roots. And then also like even going back to it it’s not even what it was Before, because the Mohawks changed over the centuries as well [duh] as most groups do. Like with any language and expressions and fashions and such from any place.

Eventually at some point in the 21st century he would reconnect more and make his own amends with his identity and the multiple facets it has as well as coming to terms with certain events that happened btwn the euros and first nations over the centuries. The Catholic identity would peter down post 1970s, but the french id would stay even though he likes the multicultural aspect. Theres just something about being a little shit and also being Different in a Sea of Same, etc

In the end, he would attach himself to being Mohawk + French origins since those two would really be the two first groups that gave him a sense of like “belonging” in their own way. [And, obvi he’d belong to the queer community lamao]

Literally coulda just answered your ask with: Mohawk, French, Queer Lamao bit I turned this into a Thing TM oupsee.

And I totes hope this actually Answered the Question and you didn’t mean something completely different LAMAO

#rooniebuttercups #ask #answer #heeeey salut là #do you want info on étienne m maisonneuve and his Origin Story #lamao #this was a Thing #ive written one shots shorter than this #ask and u shall receive lamao #pc: montreal #étienne maisonneuve

[hopevalley]

Like it's great they are actually doing stuff with their characters rather than focusing on boring Elizabeth or giving all the storylines to Abigail or wasting time trying to honor a character that just wanted out from way back when (talking about you Jack) like I can't decide if its lazy writing or badly planned or if they have just had a run of bad luck constantly trying to work out their cast dramas - Daniel Lissing leaving, Lori Loughlin in prison blah blah - but i feel we deserve more

I also find Elizabeth pretty boring. I feel like part of the reason for this is that they intentionally make her...kind of bleh just because it makes her more easily relateable for the fans, but I cannot get into her character. I have never liked her very much.

I was always a bigger fan of Abigail (after all, this blog used to be named abigailscafe), but after S4 she just went off the rails and the character became a self-insert for the actress and all the fun was sucked out of her. 

Jack was always just “okay” to me. He didn’t add a whole lot to the show in my opinion, but he played his part well enough and sometimes delivered charming scenes.

As to the writing being lazy, I love tearing it to shreds (as you all know very well by now, probably lmao), but I do have to give the writers credit where it’s due. How do you write the male lead out of a show without pissing off the fans? Like, they didn’t get the choice to recast, and let’s not pretend the fans in general would have been happy with a recast anyway. They spent 4 seasons building up to this big love story, so writing Jack off the show by...giving him a new posting (and having him break up with Elizabeth) would have felt...bad. I think the fans would have been livid. Realistically would it work? Yeah. I could see Jack having to leave and Elizabeth not being willing to go with him, having to struggle with the fact that her friends are here, her Found Family... how could she leave it all to go to a new posting where there might not be hardly any women? Or even other people? What about the kids she’s come to love and care about? But the fans would say, “The writers have a choice, though, and they CHOSE to break the characters up like this. They CHOSE to shit on Jack and Elizabeth’s love story.”

Again, I don’t care that much about Jack or Elizabeth, but I remember the S4 and S5 Jack fans, and they would have felt that in breaking Jack and Elizabeth up, the writers were popping a big fat squat on the love story that had been dragged out for four seasons.

So then what do you do? You kill him off. It’s easy. 

But they messed this up by trying to convince the audience Jack was safe, when what they should have done is let everyone worry that he was in danger from the start. “Oh it’s fine it’s just basic training some newbies haha!!” every other word out of someone’s mouth was like salt in the wound. We all knew he was going to die. Why would the writers choose to try and “trick” the audience into believing Jack was safe?

Then there was the issue with Lori, and I think they honestly just...did the best they could with what they had. We’re lucky they didn’t pull the whole season, probably. S6 had that one episode that featured a “love story” thing with Abigail after they made her single on the show because they felt she wasn’t feminist enough or something (Hallmark proving they don’t know what feminism is 2k20 I guess). I’m so relieved I never had to watch those episodes. I didn’t need to see Abigail become an even worse character than she already was. Their attempt to edit the season left things...a bit awkward and poorly done, but they did their best.

Then S7 came along and I was super unhappy with it. Almost depressed, even. Angry? They tried WAY too hard to shove the love triangle down our throats, and they didn’t give Elizabeth any real time to process or work through her grief at any real point. Is it lazy writing? Maybe. It’s probably well-meaning writing. I’m sure the writers don’t go into these seasons intending to give us bad material. But sometimes I just wonder who they run these scripts by. Does anyone sit down with the writers and talk about their concerns with the story? Do the writers even get the freedom to write what they want or are they given an outline/story beats to follow?

And then we have to ask ourselves: are the script directives good and the actors aren’t always following them? 

If I could get my grubby paws on the full script for WCtH I’d lose my entire mind reading through it, but more importantly I think it would give me some really good insight into the series—at least, the intention behind certain things.

I’ll just keep hoping the end to this season is...satisfactory.

#answered mail #anonymously asked

[komaeda-roleplay]

The weekend was coming to a close on this lazy Sunday afternoon, it was nice to have a day where there were no expectations and no responsibilities. Chiaki for example was happily laying on the couch upside down while playing her Nintendo Switch, she had installed Splatoon a few days ago and was already top of the ranks in competitive.

She was happily playing when a knock came from the front door, she was far to engrossed in the game to notice until the 6th or 7th time the knock occurred. "Huh?" The gamer paused her game and sat up, heading to the door and opening it up.

Standing there was a girl, hair in messy black pigtails with small streaks of red and blue down a few pieces, a gas mask on her face with dark tinted lenses, her outfit was a goth aesthetic long sleeved shirt rolled up to her elbows accompanied by black leather gloves. A fairly plain black skirt with a utility belt across the hips, ripped black tights and thick goth boots. However the whole look was Splattered with a variety of paints across her skin and clothing.

"Oh, hey Yuna. What are you doing here?" Chiaki greeted casually.

Yuna proceed to type on her phone before the gamer received a message.

[Yuna]: 🎮 = 🤔? 🎮, 🏠 📖! (Chiaki, do you not remember? You invited me to live here since I'm starting at Hope's Peak Academy!)

Yuna pointed behind her to a car with a couple boxes in the back seat.

Chiaki read over the emojis for a moment before she let out an "Oooohh.." She looked a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I must have forgotten. We haven't cleared out the spare room yet." She put her phone away and welcomed her inside. "Come in, let me get my housemates." She said, walking over to the bottom of the stairs.

"Hajime? Nagito? Can you come down please?" She called from the bottom of the stairs. "I forgot to tell you, I invited a friend to live with us. She's just started at Hope's Peak Academy, first day is tomorrow. This is Yuna Iwamine, Ultimate Graffiti Artist." She introduced the girl standing in their hallway.

Nagito headed down the stairs, dragging a slightly unwilling Hajime behind him by the hand.

"Nagito, c'mon... I'm not even dressed properly-" He hissed under his breath, but he immediately shut up when he noticed the girl standing in the hallway.

Nagito let go of Hajime's hand and walked down the stairs, a friendly smile on his face. "The Ultimate Graffiti Artist, huh? That's pretty impressive. Nice to meet you. Since Chiaki invited you to live here with us, I hope we can make your time here at least satisfactory."

"If you want, me and Chiaki can show you around the school when we go, since you're new. It's a pretty big school so it might be overwhelming, but you'll get used to it quickly." He tried to sound reassuring.

Slowly, Hajime was coming down too, wringing his hands together nervously. "Hey. Uh, nice to meet you." Hajime stuck out his hand to offer a handshake.

He ruffled his hair. "Sorry, I'm not used to talking to new people and I didn't expect all of this since Chiaki didn't tell us." He gave her a light hearted glare.

"Sorry." She said, not sounding or looking all that sorry as she momentarily looked up from the game she was playing before immediately going back to it while she waited for everyone to finish talking.

"Since school doesn't start until tomorrow, I guess we could clear out a room for Yuna."

Chiaki yawned before stretching. "Mm, not me though... You two, Hajime and Nagito, can do it, right?"

Nagito nodded. "Of course. Anything to make her feel as comfortable as possible here. I wouldn't want to make a bad impression on the first day."

"Oh, or maybe I already did, haha... Anyways... Let's get to cleaning out that room?"

#nagito komaeda #nagito #komaeda nagito #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #chiaki nanami #hajime hinata #roleplay

[kyukun]

Boyfriend Hotline (OumaSai)

beTA KOKICHI IS A GIFT AND I AGREE I ALSO WANT TO SEE MORE CONTENT OF THEM. this is a mess but i hope you enjoy :>>

title: Boyfriend Hotline

summary: What can you do when your relatives are coming to visit you and you don't want them to know that you're lonely as fuck? Well, call up your best friend and ask him to be your pretend boyfriend of course!

word count: 1502

~~ prompt starts after cut! ~~

Shuichi hung up in a cold sweat, an immense feeling of panic and dread washing over his entire body the minute he ended the call. Well he was fucked now. 

 Shuichi let out a heavy sigh as his hands covered and slid down his face in agony. His family had called, and usually, he'd be pretty happy about their call but this time was different. They were expecting something from him. They were expecting that he had a date with him when he goes over. 

 Okay so maybe he was a bit guilty of sprinkling a bit of lies every now and then to ease their minds, and maybe he told them he was seeing someone just to make things seem like he wasn't going to sleep in an empty bed every night. 

 He was a young man after all, and it's even sadder that a twenty-three year old like himself still hadn't found love yet. While there was still time to find that love, Shuichi couldn't let down his family. He didn't like lying to them.

 He needed a plan and quick. He started going down the list of people he could ask to be his pretend date, but he could only manage to shorten his list to one person. Kokichi Ouma. Not a very wise choice but he didn't exactly have the luxury to be picky. He went through his contact list and finally landed on Kokichi's number.

 He explained to him his situation and surprisingly, he had agreed to it. Now here he was, sitting outside of Kokichi's apartment waiting for him to meet him outside as the car radio blasted music at a low level. He saw Kokichi swiftly exit his apartment, walking down the stairs and into his car. He inhaled deeply, mentally preparing himself for tonight. Kokichi opened the door and sat inside, buckling himself in. "Heya, Saihara-chan! Sorry if I took too long. Gotta look good for your family." He winked, nudging the slightly flustered male on the side.

 His hands were both placed on the steering wheel while his feet remained stuck on the brakes. "Are… are you sure you're okay with being my pretend date?"

 Kokichi rolled his eyes as Shuichi stared at him with a mix of anxiety and a need for reassurance. He opened the visor mirror and had begun looking at himself to make sure things were still looking good and fresh. "Saihara-chan. The only hetero thing about me is my heterochromia. It's fine, don't worry." Once he got one last look at himself, he slammed the mirror shut and turned back to him.

 "Besides, lots of people have told us we act like a couple anyway so we should be fine."

 Good point.

 "Okay… Should I go over the steps one more time or—"

 "Meet your family, introduce myself, say that I met you at Uni and we've been together for a year, yada yada. I know."

 He smiled with a slight chuckle. Leave it to Kokichi to remember plans. Though, his question was met with sarcasm, he did deliver the correct steps. He could give him that much credit. "Good. And to make it more realistic, we should hold hands and… stuff." God this was embarrassing.

 He didn't know if it was embarrassing because it was Kokichi or that he had never done this before. Either way, it made him want to crawl under a rock and never come out at the mere thought of it. "My, my! Is my dear boyfriend suggesting we be risky in front of his family? Dear golly, I think I might just have a heart attack from these unholy thoughts!" Kokichi teased, the back of his hand pressing against his forehead as he eased himself into the seat with an innocent grin plastered on his lips. 

 Talk about dramatic.

 "N-no! Just suggesting that holding hands should be enough to convince them. Just… no kissing."

 Kokichi laughed as Saihara had begun to drive off, "Whatever you say, sugar bun. No kissing it is." 

 "And stop with the pet names."

 The rest of the drive went well. They had eventually arrived at Saihara's parents' house, to which, went well much to both of their disbelief. They ended up sharing a dinner together as well and asked the usual "meeting my significant other's family" type questions such as: "Where did you guys meet?" and "How long have you been dating?" You know, things they've already gone over.

 Though this brings us to probably the most difficult one that they've asked that neither of them expected. "So, Kokichi, tell us what you like about our son." His dad asked, folding his hands over the dinner table and drawing his eyes towards the mismatched eye colored boy.

 His gold and purple eyes flickered nervously to Shuichi with a blush and then back to his dad. "W-well, everything of course!" He tried his best to laugh it off but this response didn't seem to be satisfactory. "Oh, come on! Be more specific! What were the things that made you fall for him." Shuichi could feel himself grow embarrassed now as well.

 "Dad—"

 "Shu baby, please! We want to know." 

 Kokichi's heart rose the more he thought about it. He had never really thought about what he had felt towards Shuichi. They were friends. Best friends. But… is it wrong of him to think that that's not all they were? In retrospect, he had felt something towards his fake date before but he had tried to discard those feelings deep, deep down. Guess now would be the perfect opportunity to let them back out.

 "Honestly, I'm not quite sure myself. Shumai has always been so nice to me, to everyone. He has such a soft side but he can be withdrawn at times, and that makes me want to only be with him more. His eyes just sparkle when he's around people he loves as though they're the only things that matter to him. And he's got this killer smile that makes me weak in the knees."

 At this point, Kokichi had begun staring at Shuichi, love in his eyes. Shuichi wasn't sure if he was the best actor in the world or if this was all true. He continued, "That heart of gold and insanely smart attitude of his is what draws me in. He understands me more than anyone else in the world." He smiled shyly, a deep red scattering his cheeks. Holy shit he just said that out loud.

 Oh shit.

 Oh fuck.

 That wasn't acting.

 "Wow… that was touching. Shuichi, you're so lucky! Give him a big ol' kiss, hun!" 

 "Uhm, Mrs. Saihara I don't think that's—" Before Kokichi could politely decline, he was cut off by Shuichi who pulled their faces together in a kiss. Shuichi had his hands towards the back of his jaw while the other hand rested on his thigh. His eyes were widened but he slowly had begun easing him into the kiss, eventually kissing back. He wasn't quite sure what had gotten into him but he liked it.

 Shuichi broke away from the kiss, glancing back at both of his parents who were also visibly flustered. "We'll be back." He gripped Kokichi by the hand and carried him away without a word. He took him to the backyard, the smallest amounts of light peeking through the window as the sky above them glistened. "What was that? I thought you said no kisses—"

 "I know what I said. It was just for… It was just to convince them. Sorry if it was a little excessive."

 He frowned. That didn't seem like it was just to convince them. That kiss had feeling. "I don't believe you."

 "Then what you said—Did you mean it?"

 "W-what? No, of course not."

 "I don't believe you." Shuichi smirked, locking eyes with Kokichi's. His eyes really suited him surprisingly. They were really pretty. The golden hue of his left matched his determination and playfulness while the royal purple one had a mystery to it, an alluring one at that. Kokichi gave a half-hearted smile, his face turning red. "Haha, touché."

 "I hope I played the part of your pretend date well, ha… Hopefully it was convincing enough! People have always complimented me on my acting skills." He tried his best to conceal the awkwardness in his tone but to no avail. He had begun twirling his hair in a fit of skittishness. Shuichi could feel his own heart race the more he thought back on the kiss. 

 "Maybe when you go back in… you won't have to pretend to be my date."

 He froze, eyes slowly drifting over to Saihara who had now been blushing himself. He didn't say another word and instead left Kokichi alone, and headed back inside. 

 What the hell?

 What did he mean by that?

 It took a minute for him to process the words until he realized what he had meant.

 Oh.

 Oh.

 So that's what he meant. 

 "You smooth bastard."

#oumasai #kokichi ouma #beta kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #drv3 #saiouma #danganronpa #kyus post #hi this is rlly corny lmao #i want more content with beta kichi too #theres not enough #also thank you kit for that heterochromia joke lmao #ily bb umu

[saccharinedanganimagines]

Uh... This probably is a Dumb Idea but... Rantaro, Kiibo, Shuichi, Kokichi, and any other character you want to do, with a mostly silent crush who theyve never heard speak and the first time they hear them talk is a confession (to them, of course)?

Honestly I think this is a pretty cute idea ngl-

let us just hope my take on it is satisfactory!

-Mod Gonta

Shuichi, Kokichi, Rantaro, and Kiibo with a (mostly) silent crush (that confesses to them~)

Shuichi Saihara- Shuichi had taken an interest in you partially because of your silent nature.- Although at first he wasn’t sure what to expect, he came to find that you were actually quite kind and helpful to others, even though you barely spoke. At least, he wasn’t around to hear you speak.- But from the time he’s spent around you, he found you were a joy to be around even if you preferred to be quiet.- It wasn’t more than a few months that he began to find that he had a crush on you, but he was, uh, too shy to say anything about it.- Although at some point it was accidentally revealed, and he had been worried that it caused you to wanna avoid him.- That is until you pulled him over once after lunch, and had invited him somewhere more private.- You both sat down on one of the benches in the courtyard, Shuichi nervously carrying on a one-sided conversation as you didn’t really reply other than a nod or a shake of the head.- “…um, Y-Y/N. I know that things have been kind of a-awkward with us since I c-confessed, but, um…I just wanted to know, a-are you avoiding me..?”- You looked at him, opening your mouth to speak (which mildly surprised him) before closing it again and looking down.- “….I….I was just, uh, thinking…of when it’d be a good time to ask you for a date,” you replied with a nervous chuckle.- Shuichi’s face was as red as a traffic light as you laughed a bit. So, wait, you didn’t dislike him..?- “O-Oh! U-Uh, well, I–I mean, I’m free this w-w-weekend, if you want..” not only had he gotten a date with you, he got to hear your adorable voice as well!

Kokichi Ouma- Kokichi kinda teased you about being so quiet all the time while your friends were usually talkative and loud.- Not in a malicious way, mind you, but he found it intriguing how much you contrasted from your friends this way. And him, that too.- But he found that your silence actually wasn’t too annoying, I mean..he would like to hear you talk for once since sometimes it’s tiring with just nods and hums to guide conversations, but he wouldn’t force you~- Eventually, he found that he had grown closer to you than he expected.- You didn’t exactly act annoyed that he’d tease you or joke around, you actually acted like you enjoyed his presence. Not to mention you’d help him with things like cleaning up after his pranks or even just spending time with him when no one else would.- Although he wasn’t sure if you actually returned these feelings, so he kept quiet…til you suddenly spoke up about it once.- He was just getting ready to head back to his room, when you stopped him with a small tug on his sleeve. Turning to you after taking a small breath, he grinned, “Oh? Y/N, what a surprise~! Miss me that much?”- You nod and he snickers, “You’re such a nerd! Well, anyway, I wanna take a shower, so..” Kokichi motioned for you to show him what you needed, but he didn’t expect you to speak up.- “Kokichi, I, um…have something to tell you,” you spoke softly. Kokichi let you gather up more courage, and after a minute or two, you looked at him with a slightly determined glint in your eyes, “I..like you, Kokichi! For a while, I have. A-And I was wondering if you’d wanna go get lunch together or something!”- His eyes widened a bit before he laughed softly, a blush covering his face with a nice cute shade of pink, “Well, geez, Y/N! You’re so forward when you’re not imitating a statue~” he joked, before giving you a genuine smile, “But, if you reaaaally want to….I’m free this Sunday!”

Rantaro Amami- As you were kind of picked on due to your quiet and less forward nature, you found Rantaro’s laid back and relaxed attitude welcoming.- Not to mention that he didn’t force you to talk, nor did he get annoyed that you didn’t really want to talk much. It didn’t bother him. In fact, some of his sisters were similar to you in this way, so he was already familiar with silent types.- He didn’t mind carrying on mostly one-sided conversations with you, or even just texting whilst in the same room if you wanted.- Rantaro soon found that he got attached to you, and liked to be around you more than often. At first, this flustered you, since no one actively tried hanging out with you, but you grew to be appreciative of his company, and slowly started to like him, too. But he didn’t know that, obviously.- Rantaro wasn’t sure if he should confess or not, and he didn’t exactly wanna potentially mess up your friendship, so he kept it a secret.- Apparently you didn’t plan on doing the same.- So once, while he was helping you with schoolwork, you brushed your hand against him, and he looked at you.- “…what, you need to say somethin?” he asks with a small smile as you nod.- After a slightly awkward silence, you opened your mouth, making his eyes widen a tiny bit as you spoke up, quietly, but still.- “…I…Rantaro, is it okay if I tell you something?”- “Yeah, of course.”- “…well, uh, I just…since I don’t wanna hide it anymore–” you take a breath, “I-I just wanted to let you k-know that I appreciate the company and…everything. Y-You’re like, one of my best friends…well, actually, I-I say that, but, uh…”- He knew what you probably wanted to say. He hadn’t expected to say it so soon but since you were, he might as well get it out, too. Gently grasping your hand, you gasped softly as he chuckled. “I like you, too, S/O.”

Kiibo- Kiibo was mildly bewildered when you suddenly just kind of…came into his rather chaotic and wild school life.- Mostly cuz of how peaceful and quiet you were compared to everything else. It was a surprising change in the normal shouting, yelling, and wildness of his friend group. Not unwelcome, but he didn’t see it coming.- Although you were quite refreshing and nice to be around, he found. Sometimes when Miu got too crazy for him or things were too wild, he could just come to you and relax.- You also let him vent his frustrations about not only school, but other things, like robophobic events that happened, or just general worries he has besides that.- Because you weren’t too rowdy or crazy, Kiibo got chances to grow closer to you…without feeling too hindered or afraid. He found you were a very nice person, if not a bit mischievous, but, hey, he was too. At least he tried to be.- But other than that, Kiibo found himself…getting kind of infatuated with you.- Maybe it was cuz of how much he got to know and bond with you even if you didn’t like to speak in front of people–at least, not in front of him.- He felt…very desperate to let this feeling out for you. He’s never felt so strongly about someone before, so…he had no real idea how else to deal with it.- As he was thinking on this, though, he was startled from his thoughts by seeing you step in front of him. “O-Oh, Y/N! U–Uhm…oh, what is it? Do you have something for me?”- You nodded, handing him a note. He opened and read it with a mildly confused face, before it lit up bright pink and he steamed from the head a little at what it said.- “I’ve liked you for the longest time, but I never knew how to say so…so, after asking a few friends, I’ve decided that I should be honest. So..”- “Y–Y/N..?” “…yeah, haha, I, um…I’ve had the biggest crush on you, Kiibo.”- ON HIM?! Oh jeez- “I-I…oh, dear, t–this is…uh…” “I-It’s fine if you don’t feel the same!” “N-No, no! I…” he gulped, but smiled shyly, “T–This feeling is new for me, too…so…w-we could explore it together, S/O! ….I-I-If you want, that is! Haha..”- You smiled at him, and it made his mechanical heart flutter, “Yeah, of course!”

#new danganronpa v3 #new danganronpa v3 imagine #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara imagines #kokichi ouma #kokichi ouma imagines #rantaro amami #rantaro amami imagines #kiibo #kiibo imagines

[afaithy]

A Crinkle of Fate; Ch. 9: Paroles under the moon

“Sometimes it's the crazy people that bring out the best in us” ― Aishabella Sheikh

Christmas and New year went by in a blink and spring came by soon after. The snow in the school grounds melted away and the plants started growing once more, bringing cheer and life to the cold scenery. Little by little Hogwarts was coming back to life once more after a brief period of ice and loneliness.

“Very well done, Ms. Tonks…” Professor McGonagall nodded in approvement when Tonks switched herself back to her original form. The girl smiled. With McGonagall’s careful tutoring, metamorphosing herself was becoming easier each day. She could hold her body changes for longer periods of time, but even though morphing her hair was becoming easier, the change was still unstable and at the minimal change of mood her hair but switch into another color or length which clearly frustrated the young Metamorphmagus. “Patience, Ms. Tonks. Your improvements are already very satisfactory. There’s no need to rush, we have time to work. You’re still young, for a child your age, separating feelings from your powers can be really difficult, but I’m content with your improvement. You should be proud…” the stern teacher said pushing a cup of steaming tea in front of her. Professor McGonagall was a very strict witch, so receiving a praise for her was a whole achievement. Tonks nodded and smiled in gratitude as she picked up the teacup and sipped the amber liquid. Suddenly, there a was aloud knock on the door and McGonagall pushed herself up from her desk and opened the door. Tonks couldn’t help but feel curious about who had been knocking the door so insistently, so the girl peeped from over the chair and looked over McGonagall’s shoulder. Filch was standing at the door dragging some familiar faces on his rear and Tonks had to bite her lip to contain her laughter. Filch’s head was covered by what seemed to be a mane of bright yellow feathers that reminded her of a canary. Sirius and James waved enthusiastically at her, while Peter tried to hide behind them and she saw Lupin covering his face with his hand. “Professor McGonagall…” Filch growled. “Mr. Filch...Do I want to ask?” “Caught this pair trying to hex Tavis Boreas…” “Ah...and I reckon the hex got diverted…” McGonagall said with a frown, but Tonks was sure that the older woman was hiding a smile“Reparifarge…” With a wave of her wand, McGonagall undid Filch’s hideous hairdo and stared sternly at the four boys with a raised eyebrow. “You can leave now, Mr. Filch. I will handle this…” Filch let out an angry growl as he walked away glaring at the four Gryffindors and mumbling something about nasty students and their nasty spells and Tonks just wondered how someone who disliked kids as much could be a school’s caretaker. “Ms. Tonks, I think we can call it a day. It seems I have some business to take care with my...students. I’ll see you next week…” “Yes, professor McGonagall.” Tonks jumped out of her seat and it was then that she realized that she had forgotten to put on her hood and she rushed pull it up before any of the boys could notice her hair turning brightly magenta. She smiled at them and rushed out of the office before any of the boys could say something. McGonagall closed the door behind her and turned to the four boys with a stern frown that would have terrified the bravest man, but Sirius and James were already too used to it by now. The pair gave the teacher one of their most charming smiles and Lupin had to shake his head to not laugh. “Well, I expected this from Potter, Black and Pettigrew; but Lupin?” “Well, can’t help it…”Sirius shrugged “Considering what they were saying, professor?” “I see. Was Mr. Boreas saying something about you, then. I’d expect you to know better than to listen…” “It wasn’t about me…” Lupin shrugged. “Yeah, not us…” Black nodded “I can take the hit. I couldn’t care less about what that miserable git has to say...but...he was going and going about my cousin and that I couldn’t tolerate it. Muggles or not, they were her family and we weren’t going to let him talk so disgustingly about the death...” And Lupin had agreed. Usually, he was the voice of reason in the quartet trying to stop his friends from taking things a little too far, but when he had heard Boreas talking about the murder of the Tonks with such pleasure, he had gotten pretty mad. Perhaps it was because of the upcoming full moon, but he was a little less tolerant of the Slytherin’s sick sense of humor. When Sirius had said he’d hex him, Lupin didn’t try to persuade him otherwise. McGonagall’s face seemed to soften when she heard their explanation. The Gryffindor teacher seemed to quite sympathetic to Tonks, despite not being a student from her house. “I just regret that the hex got Filch instead of Boreas…” Sirius pouted “But I don’t regret the original target…” James hadn’t said a word, but he was nodding in agreement. “We just didn’t want him talking about it when Tonks is around…”Lupin sighed “She says she’s better, but...it’s still a sensitive topic.” “Boreas is an ar….bad person. So the only way to shut him was to teach him a lesson…” James threw in matter of factly. McGonagall’s brow was raised. The woman pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a soft sigh. She could see the noble intention in the four Gryffindor’s actions, but rules were rules; and there wasn’t a reasonable excuse to hex another student. “You will serve detention for three weeks I will owl you when the time comes. For now,10 points less for Gryffindor...I do hope you will refrain yourselves from acting like this in the future…” she said firmly “You may leave now…” The four boys nodded and thanked the professor before leaving the office discreetly. Sirius was particularly annoyed about the unfairness of the situation, but Lupin reasoned that McGonagall had actually gone easy on them. When the quartet turned around the corner and found Tonks sitting at the stairs with her chin resting on her hand and playing with a furry cat. “Waiting for us, cous?” Sirius said with a grin. “Nope...just got distracted with him…” Tonks replied pointing at the cat “Of course I was waiting for you. So...how did it go?” “We have detention for the next three weeks…” James answered “I think this is the first official detention that Remus gets...haha...how does it feel, mate?” “Should I be feeling something?” Lupin replied. “Well, you’re the good boy. I expected you to feel all disappointed and all..” “I honestly don’t regret what I did…” Lupin replied “so if I was feeling like that it’d be hypocritical..” “And what exactly did you do?” Tonks asked tilting her head. “Hah...Remus, is a genius. While we distracted everyone with the canary head hex, Remus used the Furuncle Hex on Boreas. He’s going to be in a hell of a pain, he’d never know why…” Sirius smirked. “And this is the first time that Remus takes initiative to hex someone. Usually he’s just trying to persuade us not to do it…” “ I think we should celebrate that…” Peter said with a smirk “I can go pick up some snacks in the kitchens.” “I might have been a little...annoyed. “ Lupin smiled. “He...was...brilliant…” Sirius said putting his arm around Lupin’s shoulders “By the way cous, I just saw you without your hoodie back in McGonagall’s. You have a pretty nice head, why hide it?” “Well, that’s none of your business….ha….” she said sticking her tongue at him “Hoodie’s are my style, leave me alone…” “I just say it is a pity to hide it …” Sirius chuckled “What were you doing at McGonagall’s anyway?” “Oh,..I have special transfigurations tutoring with her…” Tonks replied. “What? Why…?” “Because I’m a talented girl” Tonks replied winking at them. “I never got special classes in first year...and I was top in Transfigurations!” James said indignant. “Actually, Remus was top. You were second…” Peter snorted. “Irrelevant…” Tonks seemed a little conflicted and Lupin guessed that she was probably worried about what explanation she should give them, so he was quick to come in her aid. “Well, James. I don’t see why you care. It’s not like you’d have liked to have extra classes…” he said with a smile. “Good point. I’m alright with quidditch training instead.” “So...what are you doing now, cous?” “Well, I have got ingredient gathering with Slughorn. I’m going to pester Severus while he collects tubeworms, of course…” “Aren’t you a little too clingy at him?” Sirius frowned “Don’t tell me you fancy Snivellus…” “What? Of course not. THe thing is, the more he’s annoyed the more fun is too pester him…” she laughed “You can tag along if you have nothing else to do. I doubt Slughorn is going to complain…” “Well, we can do that…” Sirius shrugged “Lead the way, Tonksie…” ***

“Ah...more students I see…” Slughorn smiled when Tonks arrived with the boys and she saw Snape roll his eyes. The boy had taken off his robes and rolled the end of his pants many times as he prepared to step into the shallow pond. Tubeworms were aquatic, so it made sense that they’d have to get a little wet to get them. “I reckon there’s little chance that there are leeches in there, right?” Tonks said looking at the swampy water with apprehension. “Scared of leeches, Nymphadora?” At the use of her name, she rolled her eyes and splashed Snape in annoyance. “Excuse me if I dislike the idea of worms sucking my blood…” “Ah don’t worry, Ms. Tonks. There are no leeches in this pond, a few tadpoles perhaps….but no leeches.” Slughorn said cheerfully. “Ah, well...I can deal with tadpoles…” she replied removing her shoes and socks. The water felt cold around her legs and she shuddered. The rest of the group had gotten into the pond as well and she saw Sirius and James kicking water at each other between laughs. She could hear Snape’s annoying sighe a few feet from her and she snickered. Peter seemed slightly dubious about getting into the water and -always caring- Lupin was coaxing him to get in. “All right, children…” Slughorn said clapping his hands to get their attention “Tubeworms aren’t difficult to find, but the trick is in catching them. They are quite slippy so make sure to hold them right. We need the red ones, so if it isn’t red you can release it!” Catching a tubeworms was much easier said than done; at least for Tonks who had to struggle not to lose her footing every two minutes. Slughorn hadn’t been joking when he said that Tubeworms were hard to hold, she thought as she lost the grip of the one she’d been trying to catch for the past 5 minutes. Tonks let out an annoyed sigh and looked around her. Snape was in full focus mode, she could have been dying and the boy would probably not even notice it; James and Sirius were enjoying themselves chasing after the worms and splashing anything on their way; Peter seemed to be having fun on his own, too, even when he was evidently not fond of getting splashed by the other two...and Lupin… Tonks suddenly realized that she couldn’t see him. He was nowhere to be seen, but she was sure that he’d been there just a minute ago. Lost in her thoughts about Lupin’s whereabouts, Tonks feet got stuck between a couple rocks and with a lot of noise -and splashing- she fell into the water dragging Snape along with her, when she grabbed his shirt, or at least she thought it was Snape. “I was wondering when that would happen…” someone laughed by her side. Lupin’s shoulder were shaking in laughter. His brown hair was covered in plants and his clothes were completely drenched. “Remus! Where did you come out from?” “What are you talking about? I was behind you the whole time haha…” “Why in Merlin’s beard where you behind me?” Tonks said wide eyed. Well that, at least, explained why she hadn’t seen him “Do you have a death wish? Now you’re all drenched because of me…” “Haha...it’s not a big thing. Just some water...it’s not going to….” Tonks would never know what it wouldn’t do since his words were interrupted when hundreds of Tubeworms began jumping around them. She wasn’t scared of bugs, but the sudden appearance of hundred of worms ready to hit her was a sight that could scare anyone and she wasn’t the only one panicking. “Children ...children…!” Slughorn voice cried loudly above the sound of screams, laughter and splashing “Children, please calm down! It’s alright, tubeworms aren’t dangerous. This is their normal reaction to stress...!” After the whole panicking part had passed, the situation was actually rather amusing and after a few minutes, all of them -Snape included- were chuckling at the absurdness of the situation. By the end of the afternoon, the red tubeworms had been collected and the six students were soaked and exhausted, but very amused. None of them would ever look at tubeworms the same way anymore.

*** Full moon arrived a couple days after their misadventure with the tubeworms, and like other nights, Tonks was anxious and restless. She rounded the edge of the forest with her hands tucked inside her pockets until she reached her usual sport. She had sneaked some meatballs from dinner with the intention of feeding Mr. Wolfie when she saw him that night; at least, she hoped she’d see him. She rested her back against the large rock that she usually used as seat and stared at the sky. The moon was particularly big tonight: round and shiny. It was a breathtaking sight, but to her it was just sad. There was no reason in particular, the moon just made her feel like that. The sound of a broken branch made her turn her head. “Mr.Wolfie...is that you?” she said. Two amber eyes stared at her from the shadows and Tonks smiled pushing herself up, but the moment the wolf stepped out from the shadows, her heart froze. It wasn't Mr. Wolfie. This wolf was bigger, with a thick coat of black fur; its eyes were threatening and it’s mouth showed some sharp teeth leaking on saliva. Tonks didn’t need to look twice to know that, unlike Mr. Wolfie, this wolf was ready to attack her without mercy and she took a step back. The unknown wolf was growling as he got closer and closer and Tonks was mentally debating whether to run or not. If you face a wild animal, don’t run...Nym. Sudden movements can scare them and trigger their aggressiveness...you must move slow and quiet… Her grandfather’s words echoed in her head as she took another step back: slow and silently. The wolf was staring at her threatening as it moved closer and closer; then suddenly it jumped over her. Forgetting about been quiet and careful, Tonks let out a screech and managed to dodge the wolf barely by a few centimeters. The wolf turned around in a quick spin and jumped at her once more. Tonks threw herself aside to avoid the animal; this time she wasn’t as lucky and the wolf managed to scratch her leg leaving a long deep cut. She moaned in pain and tried to get back on her feet before it attacked her again, but the pain in her leg wasn’t letting her move. The wolf seemed to understand her situation and Tonks could almost swear that it was smirking. The wolf readied itself to attack and the girl closed her eyes awaiting the impac; but it never came. When she opened her eyes she saw Mr. Wolfie standing between her and the wolf. The difference in sizes was evident, but Mr. Wolfie didn’t seem to care. He was showing his fangs and growling angrily. What happened next was so fast that Tonks could barely understand it. Mr. Wolfie had jumped over the wolf sinking its fangs on a spot on its neck. The wolf had let out a groan and shook Mr. Wolfie off from himself. The two wolves struggle against each other and Tonks was terrified for Mr. Wolf’s safety. She had brought out her wand, but as the two canines were now too close to each other, she was afraid that if she tried a spell, she would hit Mr. Wolfie by mistake. A few minutes of despair passed, and finally the wolf seemed to give up. It growled at Mr. Wolfie one last time before running off into the forest with its tail tucked between its legs. Tonks let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Wolfie had won the fight, but to her horror, he hadn’t made it unscathed. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her leg, Tonks rushed to the limping wolf. He seemed startled by her sudden presence, but after sneezing the air he seemed to recognize her and the wolf relaxed. “Oh, no...Mr. Wolfie….” she cried “You’re injured!” Mr. Wolf was limping, his right front paw had a nasty gash that was bleeding; the rest of the injuries were minor scratches, much to Tonks relief. However the injury on his paw was worrying; it was bleeding to much and if it got infected, Mr. Wolfie could get very sick. She had to do something, but she wasn’t a healer and she knew nothing of healing spells unlike her dad. Tonks looked around desperately trying to think of something when she noticed a bush a few meters from them. She recognized it immediately. “Wait here...I’ll be right back…” Snape’s christmas gift was doing honor to its name, she thought as she limped to the small patch of plants. The plants had a soft, woolly covering of white-grey hair on its stems and round green leaves with tiny rose-pink flowers surrounded by brighter purple-pink bracts: Dittany. The book had said that the plant had very powerful healing properties even in its raw state. Tonks pulled out a few of the plants and hurried back to where Mr. Wolfie was licking his injury. “All right...let’s see…” she said to herself “What did the book said….” Tonks did a great effort to remember the entry on Snape’s book: macerate the plant and apply directly over the wound. Secure it with bandage making sure to apply pressure. “Ok...Macerate first…” she said picking a couple rocks and starting smash the plants between them “then...apply on the injury….I’m sorry Mr. Wolfie...this might sting a little…” A little was probably overrated, considering the growl that Mr. Wolfie had made when she had put the green paste on his paw. Tonks waited for the wolf to calm down before proceeding. “Apply pressure with a bandage….but I don’t have bandages!” she cried in panic “Ok...no, Tonks...you gotta calm down and think. There has to be something you can use instead…” The girl began poking into her pockets searching for anything useful until she stumbled with her white handkerchief. It had been her grandmother’s. Tonks stared at the piece of cloth; it was a memento from her beloved grandmother and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t reluctant to let it go, but Mr. Wolfie had gotten injured because of her; he had saved her. Her grandmother would have prompt her to do it. Tonks shook her head and used the handkerchief to bandage Mr. Wolfie’s paw making sure that it was tight enough to ensure contact with the plant, but not too tight to harm him more. “There...this...should do, I think…” she said looking at the wolf. His amber eyes were stuck on here “I’m so sorry...you got hurt because of me…” Mr. Wolfie nudged her hand in a gesture that tried to tell her it was alright. The wolf then turned to look at her bleeding leg and turned back to her with stern eyes. “It’s nothing...it’s a scratch…” she replied understanding the meaning behind those stern eyes “I will put the rest of the dittany on it and it should heal without problems…” The wolf was staring at her with something that Tonks could only interpret as concern. Why was he so worried, she wouldn’t know. After a few minutes she looked at her leg and the gash was gone leaving only a faint mark. “See? It’s gone. I’m alright. It wasn’t that deep…” she said scratching his head “it could have been worse, but...you saved me…” The wolf closed his eyes enjoying the girl’s touch;he leaned his head on her lap and letting it rest there. The fight with the other werewolf had left him exhausted and he could sense the worry, panic and terror from his human side, but there was nothing that he could do until tomorrow. For now, all he wanted was sleep.

Lupin woke up back in the Shrieking Shack the next morning. His muscles were stiff and in pain making him groan in discomfort as he pushed himself up from the ground. As he looked around himself to assess the damage done by his misadventures he noticed Tonks’s white handkerchief was still tied on his arm as a friendly reminder.. Tonks! She’d been attacked by a werewolf last night. Why and how it was there, he had no idea; but he didn’t want to think what could have happened if he hadn’t made it on time to interfere. His memories were fuzzy, but he could remember the important parts. Tonks had been injured, but it had been a scratch and not a bite and besides that and the evident panic in her, she’d been unharmed. For the first time in his life, he was grateful to his wolf for protecting her. Lupin stared at the handkerchief. The white cloth was soaked in his dried blood and putting aside his worries, he was amazed by Tonks actions. She had just been attacked by one of his kind, and yet there she was, panicking and almost crying because he’d been hurt. Lupin smiled faintly; the boy waved his wand and the blood in the fabric vanished, leaving the item clean. Lupin folded the piece of fabric carefully and put it inside the inner pocket of his robe. He would figure out a way to give it back to her. Madam Pomfrey wasn’t too thrilled with his scratches, but as usual, the nurse didn’t ask how he had gotten hurt and devoted herself to heal them as best as she could and force feed him a pain easing potion. Almost two hours later, the woman had been satisfied enough to release him. Lupin wanted to check on Tonks and make sure that his memories hadn’t fooled him and that the girl was indeed okay, but he needed to speak to professor Dumbledore first. The boy gave to gargoyle the password hoping that it hadn’t been changed and was relieved when the statue moved aside and let him pass. Dumbledore was pacing around his office when he knocked. The old wizard a smiled at him from behind his half moon spectacles with a welcoming look. “Ah, Mr. Lupin. What an unexpected surprise. I would have expected you to be in bed after a rough night of full moon…” Snuggling in bed was definitely something that Lupin wanted, but priorities had to be addressed before he could spoil himself. “Yes, professor. It was a rough night…” Lupin answered “but...there was something I needed to tell you and...well, it was important…” “Then please take seat, Mr. Lupin. I am sure you’re barely able to stay on your feet…” Lupin accepted Dumbledore’s offer and sat down in front of the headmaster’s desk. Dumbledore paced around the room for moment before coming back and sitting down. Soon a cup of tea had been poured in front of Lupin and some chocolate biscuits appeared magically in a plate. “Please, I don’t reckon you have had breakfast yet…” Dumbledore smiled “So...what’s this important thing you need to tell me about?” Lupin took a bite of the biscuit as he tried to think how to phrase it. He didn’t want to get Tonks into troubles for walking around during forbidden hours. “Yesterday…” he began “There was another werewolf in the school grounds…” Dumbledore looked at him silently. He was waiting for the boy to continue. “It attacked a student; I …” “You don’t need to worry about it. Ms. Tonks wasn’t bitten…” Lupin was frozen. His green eyes looked at Dumbledore with a mix of confusion and horror. “Hagrid found her asleep in the pumpkin orchard with some scratches and a partially healed laceration on her leg this morning. Naturally, we had to address the situation…” “Is she…?” “Her leg will heal properly as long as she doesn’t trip in the next few hours…” Dumbledore smiled at him. There was a small glint of amusement in his blue eyes “I don’t remember her parents to be so clumsy and accident pron. Makes you wonder where she might have taken that from, don’t you think, Mr. Lupin?” Lupin didn’t answer…. “Her story was quite...interesting. She was quite concerned about a certain...wolf that had gotten himself injured trying to protect her from another one.. I believe she called him...Mr. Wolfie?” Lupin chuckled weakly. Why she had come with such a silly name, he had no idea, but somehow he found it cute from her. “Am I right to assume you are Mr. Wolfie, Mr. Lupin?” Dumbledore asked. His smile had gotten bigger. “I know I shouldn’t have...I’m dangerous to her and…” “Well, Mr. Lupin...judging by the events from last night. I am actually glad that you did. If it hadn’t been for you, I’m afraid that Ms. Tonks would have more than a injured leg…” And he knew Dumbledore was right. If his wolf hadn’t had the instinct….no, the necessity to make sure Tonks safe, she could have been killed. Wasn’t it the whole reason why the wolf had made a habit of accompanying the girl during her Full Moon strolls? And then, the unanswered question that kept popping in his head after every full moon came once more: why? “I don’t understand it professor…” Lupin said “Werewolves...we are dangerous creatures. We live to kill and hurt people, it doesn’t matter who...but...with her...it’s different. It’s like ...I still know her, even if I’m a wolf…” Dumbledore stared at him with his usual inquisitive look that made Lupin feel as he was being carefully examined. “Some things in this world are too complex to be explained…” Dumbledore finally said “It is, indeed, unheard of a werewolf that could recognize his friends and family in his transformed form, however… Mr. Lupin, unheard doesn’t mean it is impossible…” “I just...don’t understand it. Why her? I can’t even recognize my parents…” “Yes, but perhaps because Ms. Tonks seems to be a very special case…” “Special...case?” “Yes, she might have something that no one that has seen you in your transformed form ever did…” “I don’t know what, sir.” “Think of it, Mr. Lupin. What’s the first thing anyone who sees you as a wolf think? Feel?” Lupin stared at the amber liquid in his cup. What would anyone feel? Hatred? Disgust? ….Fear? “Fear…” he finally said “Tonks wasn’t scared of me….even when she saw I was a wolf.” Dumbledore smiled in approval. “Yes, Ms. Tonks is quite a special young lady in more ways than one. I was warned beforehand, by her parents, about her difficulties to stay put during the Full Moons; so I was keeping an eye on her during her night strolls…” Lupin was now staring at the professor with confusion. “I must admit I was a little worried the first time you two met…” “You….saw that, sir?” “Oh, I did. I originally intended to interfere, but I am now happy that I didn’t. It’s been rather interesting to see how the relationship between her and her werewolf friend evolved.” Lupin thought Dumbledore was crazy. Hadn’t he thought about the dangers? But then again, a part of him was thankful that he’d allowed Tonks to stay with him in those horrid nights. “Tonks...is a strange girl…”he sighed “ people would say she’s crazy for some of the things she says…” “And yet...sometimes the crazy ones are the wisest ones. Ms. Tonks certainly can be quite wise for her age, wouldn’t you say so Mr. Lupin?” He didn’t answer, but hadn’t he thought the same thing a few times before? “From what I’ve heard from Professor McGonagall. You and your friends have become quite protective of hear, so I wouldn’t say that it is only the wolf who seems rather attracted, and she seems fond of you as well…” “She doesn’t know what I am, professor.” “And do you think that would make a difference?” Of course it’d make a difference. People was different when they knew, but somewhere in his head a little voice told him that she wouldn’t care, and he wanted to believe it. Dumbledore chuckled. “I reckon that only time will tell. Thank you for telling me about the werewolf. I shall look into this matter to prevent any future incidents. In the meantime, Mr. Lupin...perhaps you will want to take a well deserved rest…”

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A System of Sides Chapter Five

A/N: Next installation is coming up! I love all of you guys, your responses are what make me super happy I decided to write this fic! I have plans for a possible prequel/sequel extra content if you all are interested at a later point, for now, let’s continue forth to the fifth! (Haha, get it??? Fourth, fifth...ah, whatever.)

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Warnings: Arguing/shouting, badmouthing of characters, crying, self-deprication

Patton was nervous, very nervous. It had been one week since this whole truce idea got started, and Roman and Logan had both been very busy either in their rooms or around the house, each carrying around something to write with and something to write on should an idea occur to them. Patton had glanced at the lists and they seemed unnecessarily long, and really, he knew that at this point, he wouldn't be able to keep all of their unchangeable, will-not-budge conditions for the truce. Either of them.

Roman was sitting in the common room, reading and re-reading his list as Patton flitted around nervously, making sure that anything that could be thrown was secured, there were enough water bottles for everyone, and that Logan's spot had toast and a jar of Crofter's nearby, while Roman's had movie theater-style popcorn, right down to the salted butter.

"Patton, I don't know why you're so nervous," Roman said, lying back into the couch and sighing. "There might be a little dispute here or there, but I'm sure we can come to a satisfactory conclusion."

For his part, Patton didn't immediately turn to Roman and go on a fifty thousand word rant about why he was so worried and about everything he could think about going wrong. He was so nervous he was actually surprised that he wasn't being influenced by Virgil. What he did instead, was force his hands to stay still at his sides, keep his legs from continuing their frantic pacing, and simply faced Roman fully. "I'm going to be honest, Roman, I think I'm allowed to be a little nervous. I really want this to go well, you know? And yeah, your confidence is nice and all, but the fact of the matter is that I'm still worried. I want Thomas to benefit from this. I don't want him possibly investigating what's wrong during one of our fights. I don't want him feeling drained because all of the body's energy is coming to our arguing. I just...I want him to be happy, Roman, and I feel like it's really hard for him to be happy right now. I mean, if you were hiding somewhere around here, and we had no idea where you were, but we were always fighting about what you should do, wouldn't you feel tired, or even upset, because of what was going on?"

Roman shrugged. "Possibly. Possibly not. We can't understand how Thomas in-headspace feels. We can only gauge how he feels if we're cofronting, and that necessarily means most of our awareness is outside the body in any case. I know you empathize, Patton, and that's a valuable skill. But it also means you feel things much more intensely, and I think that nervousness you're feeling is just normal nerves ramped up because of how easily you leave yourself at the mercy of your emotions."

Patton fidgeted with the sweater around his neck and nodded. "You might have a point. Okay, how do you recommend I calm down, then?"

"Perhaps focusing on something else may help?" Roman offered. "Ah, I see Logan approaching us now, I think that the discussion is about to begin in any case!"

Logan walked over to them stiffly, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from Roman, taking the toast and jelly as Patton had hoped he would. "Let's get this over with," Logan said in a huff.

His tone had the hairs on the back of Patton's neck standing on end, but Patton nodded anyway. "Okay, what are everybody's conditions, first of all? We may not be able to meet all of them, but we'll try our hardest to make them meet, sound all right?"

"All right," Logan huffed. "My first condition is that I have no less time to front than Roman here. Meaning that if he gets fifty percent of the time to front, I must have the other fifty percent. I won't stand for anything less, as my time with Thomas is just as important as his."

As Logan talked, Patton nodded along and Roman's head snapped to him, instantly making Patton realize this was going to be harder than initially anticipated. "Don't tell me you are actually agreeing with him! Patton, I help Thomas with his career! This...this nerd has no appreciation for what I do! Don't just let him spit in my face like this!"

"Actually, Roman, Logan wasn't insulting you at all. All he was saying was that he had just as much of a right as you to front, and his request is actually pretty reasonable, all things considered. Fronting as much as you do can be managed with a little bit of effort, and it certainly wouldn't hurt Thomas, would it?" Patton reasoned.

Roman spluttered. "That's...that's nonsense! Patton, I implore you to see reason! I do more good to Thomas than him, therefore I should be the one to front more!"

"Come again?" Logan asked in an icy tone, and Patton's head moved so quickly to the logical personality Patton was mildly worried he would get whiplash.

"You heard me perfectly clear!" Roman exclaimed. "I do more to help Thomas than you do! That means I deserve more time at front!"

Logan adjusted his glasses and Patton cleared his throat, shaking his head wildly and crossing his arms over his chest before bringing them to his sides, silently but emphatically imploring Logan to keep a lid on his tongue.

"I believe you have myself confused with you," Logan said, his voice holding no emotion, and void of any anger, which only proved to Patton how enraged Logan really must be. "I am the one who helps Thomas and it is in fact you who does more harm than good. Your fantasies give Thomas an unhealthy attachment to your unreality, making it harder for him to focus on the real world when his stressors become greater. At least Patton has some use by occasionally lifting Thomas' spirits and providing positive emotion when he learns, further reinforcing the desire to pursue knowledge, but your uses only go so far as to feed into unhealthy delusions that really should never be explored in the first place. If anyone is useless around here, it would be you, but I would daresay that you are more harmful than useless."

Roman jumped to his feet. "That is not true and you know it! You are simply jealous of the bond that Thomas and I share!" he roared.

"Oh, sure!" Logan scoffed, also standing. "Because your 'bond' shows so much! He sees you as nothing more than a fantasy figure, someone who he wants to be but can never become! You're an unattainable goal that leads Thomas dangerously close to delusions of grandeur when you front!"

Patton's hands flew to his ears as he instinctively tried to block the bad words and negativity from entering his head. But it was too late, the damage had been done.

Virgil walked into the room and Patton looked over, noticing him before the others did, thankfully. He rushed over to Virgil and hissed, "Now's not a good time!"

The anxious personality looked a little shocked, and held out the bowl in his hands. "I...was just putting this in the sink?" he said, confusion in his voice. "What's going on?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, Virgil, just go back to your room once you returned the bowl."

"Awful lot of shouting for nothing," Virgil said, and if possible he looked angrier and more dejected than when Patton had first spoke to him. "Better be careful; have you ever considered Thomas might be able to hear you guys when you reach that kind of volume?"

Virgil walked off but Patton stood in place, stunned. He had never thought of that, and that would be super majorly awful levels of not good! He turned around to find Logan and Roman about to tear each other limb from limb, and he jumped in between them. "Guys! Hold up! Thomas might be able to hear you, you're shouting so loud! Do you really want him feeding off your anger?!" he exclaimed desperately.

Roman glared at Patton and Logan in turn. Logan just analyzed Patton closely, presumably looking for any kind of lie. "My position remains the same," Logan said cooly. "Both of you are harmful to Thomas' overall health to some extent, and really, I should be trusted with the bulk of fronting, but I suppose 'baby steps' are occasionally needed. For which I will accept equal fronting time as Princey here. No less."

"Okay. Okay..." Patton breathed. "We can arrange that, all right, Logan? Equal cofronting time. We can arrange that, can't we, Roman?"

"He called me harmful to Thomas," Roman seethed.

"You called him less important than you and hurt him like he hurt you. You both said some things that were harmful. But we need to come to a resolution on this, don't we?" he asked with pointed looks at both of them. When he got two sullen nods, he said, "Then let's see if we can come to a compromise."

The three sat down on the sofa and Patton grabbed a piece of paper, writing down that Logan and Roman would get equal fronting time each week. "What were some of your conditions, Roman?" Patton asked.

"I want Thomas' work on his dreams to come first. That means memorizing lines, auditions, and the like come before holing up in his room and reading," Roman said, nose wrinkling at the second half of his statement.

"I can't guarantee that every time, but what if I say that work comes before leisure activities? That way if Logan decides to take a class at a community college he can, and you won't skip it just for an audition? And when you need to practice lines, Logan can't come in and demand you drop everything for him to read?" Patton proposed.

Roman grumbled under his breath before saying, "Fine."

Logan made a satisfactory noise in the back of his throat. "I must sign up for another class soon if that's the case," he mused. "I would love to further our knowledge without interruption."

Patton cleared his throat as Roman started to glare at Logan again. "Guys, please, play nice, we have to consider Thomas here. I know this isn't easy, but we'll make it work. I'm going to put another condition on the truce, saying that just because work comes before leisure, that does not mean that the fronting time can be split unevenly without the person being shorted time getting that time back later. So both of you have to consider the consequences when you claim something is for work."

"Okay, I guess..." Roman muttered.

"That does make sense, I suppose," Logan agreed.

"Nowhere on this am I going to tell you guys you have to like each other, but I would appreciate you playing nice. Keeping disputes to yourselves when possible, sorting it out quietly, that sort of thing. Acting civil, that's all I ask. Is there anything else about cofronting you would like to make conditions?"

"I would like forty percent of the fronting time," Roman said. "Preferably using most of that alone or with you only."

"As would I," Logan said. "I understand fifty percent may be too much to ask for, but I would prefer to share my time at front with no one but Thomas and perhaps you, Patton. I certainly don't want to share it with Virgil."

"Goodness, no!" Roman laughed. "I would hate having to cofront with Virgil, can you imagine the trouble he would cause?"

Patton felt his eyes starting to get hot at the back as he realized he'd have to shoot this idea down and stop them from badmouthing Virgil. Sure, Patton wasn't the guy's biggest fan but he was still a person who deserved respect, like any of them did! Patton could just as easily be the one who dealt with Thomas' fear, it's not like Virgil could help that he processed it! He had to think...had to think...had to come up with a way that he could get them to allow more time for Virgil...a-ha! "I don't know if I can do that, guys," Patton said, cutting through Roman's laughter and Logan's amusement.

"Why not?" Roman said, hostilities rising once more.

"Well, that only leaves twenty percent of fronting time for me and Virgil both, and that's hardly fair. I don't mind getting less time, but that's too little. Can you settle for a third of the time up front?"

Roman looked at Logan and Logan looked at Roman. Patton looked between the two desperately. "I suppose," Roman said evenly.

"Yes, that is not optimal but it would be satisfactory," Logan agreed.

Patton sighed in relief and wrote down that Roman and Logan would have a third of the time fronting each. His eyes still felt hot and guilt was eating at him. He was lying entirely too much lately, and he couldn't stand up for Virgil like he wanted without blowing this whole thing, and he needed the truce! He felt like the worst scum of the Earth, throwing Virgil under the bus like that, but he felt like he didn't have a choice. "Was there anything else?" Patton asked, clearing his throat. He hoped he didn't sound like he was going to cry.

"All my other points can either wait until a later time or have been summarized in what has already been said," Logan said, opening the jar of Crofter's for the first time during this discussion and starting to spread it on his toast. "I have no objections to signing this with the promise that we will review it on a later date."

"The giant nerd does admittedly make a good point," Roman said with a shrug. "So long as we make sure this works and leave room for adjustment, this should be a good start for the rules."

Patton nodded and wrote down as a final condition that the truce could be adjusted as needed and then signed his name at the bottom. Logan pulled out a pen and signed his name as well, and the Roman took Patton's and signed his name with a flourish. Patton picked up the truce and stood. "I'll...uh, I'll be keeping this in my, uh, my room. Let me know when you think we need to go over it again."

The two nodded, already moving about to go on with their day, while Patton rushed to his room, eager to get there before any tears spilled over.

Patton barely made it to his room before his tears started to fall, and he closed his door as quick as he could without slamming it before retreating to his bed. He looked around at everything Thomas had collected throughout his life that held significant meaning to the both of them and took his glasses off, fully prepared for a long session of getting rid of his negative emotions away from everyone else. They couldn't be held back or pushed away, not this time, so Patton would just have to grit his teeth and ride the tidal wave of emotions wherever it took him.

Even if the truce had ended with all three people signing the paper, Patton still felt like it had been a failure. The others' argument earlier, that had been because of him. It was because he couldn't smooth things over like he was supposed to. He was supposed to have the right answer, the moral highroad, and he couldn't find it. He had to lie to them about fronting times. He had to keep Virgil away to stave off another argument. He had done everything right but he couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of wrong that was sweeping him off his feet.

In an ideal world, they all could get along, maybe with an occasional argument but it could always be fixed. This wasn't an ideal world, far from it. But why couldn't Patton work to make it closer to one anymore? Isn't that what he used to do? Work hard to make the world a better place because he was in it and he decided he wouldn't stand by as bad things happened? That didn't appear to be the case anymore.

"Why couldn't you stop them, Pat? Why couldn't you do it and just make sure that the fighting stopped without having to lie to them? Why couldn't you keep them from fighting in the first place? Why did you have to shove Virgil away? What if he never speaks to you again? This is your fault, Pat, your mess! You have to clean it up!" he exclaimed.

But Patton didn't have the slightest clue how to do that. How could he, when the other two still wouldn't speak to each other if it wasn't necessary and there wasn't an intermediary ready at all times?

Patton wanted to cofront, because then maybe at least he could let some of his sadness and frustration out in a way that felt real. But that would make Thomas sad and frustrated too, which was the last thing Patton wanted.

The tears started to fall faster and faster and Patton's breath grew raspy. He wished he could make it silent, because even quiet sounded too loud and he was worried one of the others might hear and jump to conclusions that something had happened. He looked around and found an old radio, putting in a random CD and playing it just loud enough you could hear the beat outside the room if you strained to listen. That would cover up his crying sounds, at least. He didn't have any way to cover the red-rimmed eyes or the runny nose, or the tear tracks down his cheeks.

But he didn't have to worry about that in his room. All he had to worry about was the bad parts of the truce, the things he did wrong and needed to do better in order to prove himself worthy of being a headmate for the others. He had to be at one-hundred percent, didn't he? For Thomas' sake? He needed to be happy for Thomas. He could do that.

Most days, anyway. And when he couldn't, Patton came in here and cried and threw pillows and hoped that Virgil wouldn't make Thomas to scared of anything while he was out of commission.

Why did it have to be today, though? He thought he did well, at first. But the yelling, the shouting, the hatred between Logan and Roman and the accusations that each was harming Thomas and the other was better for him, that was all Patton's mind could focus on. Suck up the bad like a sponge, so the others didn't have to feel it while cofronting with Thomas, and Thomas wouldn't deal with undue stress and anger. But the sponge had to be put through the wringer every now and again in order to soak up more of the bad later.

Patton's breath was heaving in his chest now and he fell sideways on his bed, curling into a ball. He was a failure at keeping the peace in the Mind Palace, he was a failure at keeping himself and therefore everyone else happy at all times, he was just a failure all around today and he couldn't stand it. Why was it that when Roman and Logan both decided to become Type A personalities Virgil and Patton were always caught in the cross-fire? Patton and Virgil almost never argued, and while Virgil argued with Roman and Logan, it was never as heated as what happened today.

Finding that something interesting to focus on, Patton's cries trailed off into sniffles. He wondered if there was anything to that, or if it was just because Logan and Roman had more pride than Patton and Virgil did.

Still feeling bad, though a little bit better, Patton maneuvered until he was lying on his back on his bed, and looked at the truce still in his hand. Somehow he had to get the three of them to sit down again and bring Virgil into the equation as well. But Patton doubted that after today Virgil would want anything to do with them. It...couldn't hurt to try, though, could it? When Patton was feeling better he'd bring Logan and Roman together and talk through what he needed from them when it came to Virgil, and then approach Virgil himself about the truce. That was conceivable, that was doable. That was a plan to fix this mess.

Patton, feeling slightly better now that he had a plan, put the truce safe on his desk before exhaustion from his crying made him fall sound asleep on his bed.

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Grand Turk Baby!! 🇹🇨

We are in Grand Turk!!

We finally got the boat organized and ready to go on Friday the 16th. So we lifted anchor in the morning and went through the 9AM bridge opening out into Marigot Bay. We anchored as close as we could to the dinghy dock because the day before, our outboard motor started acting up. It wasn't shooting out water like it's supposed to when it runs, which cools the engine. Instead it was steam, so we figure the impeller has broken and now we have to take it apart and pull out the broken pieces and then replace the impeller. Not the hardest job but unfortunate timing since we were leaving right away. Oh well. We packed the outboard away, and decided to work on our rowing skills. The whole time we were in the Azores we never used the engine so we weren't too worried about it. Like I said, we anchored very close so it wasn't too much of a trip back and forth. We decided to spend the night in the bay and head out the next morning.

So since we were still hanging out, we went ashore, picked up a few more things at the store, did some last minute wifi; calling my mom and telling everyone we were on our way. Then we went to the boatyard at 5PM and had a final beer with the guys saying goodbye. We had an early night, and got up at 6 AM to finish up packing and get going. It took a few hours to finally get everything, like strapping the dinghy, getting the sails ready, mounting the self steering, doing some last minute dishes and a few other things. At 10 AM we lifted anchor and said goodbye to St Martin.

We set a course for the north coast of Anegada of the British Virgin Islands. Unfortunately we were on another tight deadline with a guest booked to stay on the boat on the 21st in Grand Turk. We had 530 nautical miles to get there so we had no time to stop anywhere. We would have left earlier, but we were pinned down by the wind for the last week and a half. Oh well.

I was fine for about the first 5 hours or so and then we were on that dreaded beam reach and even though I'd taken anti nausea pills...I was pretty sick. Thank god we have self steering, because I was no help at all for a while. I did do a watch, where I was sick 2 or 3 times and at one point, something happened to the self steering and I couldn't even lift my head to check. Mike came up to the sound of our sails flapping and realized that one of our breakaway strings that tie one of the pulleys for the self steering had snapped. No big deal, we just had to re tie it and all was good. We have them on breakaway strings in case something happens and too much power is exerted. Instead of breaking something on the boat or the unit itself, the string will snap and then the steering will stop. It's recommended in the manual so that's what we did.

Anyway, I finally recovered once we hit the top of Anegada, when we were able to bear off and have the wind more behind us. It was a bit of a rough sail still, with strong wind and a lot of rocking back and forth. We went along the top of the BVI and along the north coast of Puerto Rico. We continued on past the Dominican Republic, staying south of Navidad Bank and Silver Bank. We only saw one whale which was a little disappointing since we were hoping to see more being in a place where they are during this time of year mating. We were making good time and during the 3rd night all of a sudden the self steering stopped working again. I noticed that the rudder was right out of the water which it shouldn't be. Mike figured out that one of the bolts had actually worked itself loose which keeps the blade straight up and down. While I steered, he tried to put it back in, but we were moving way too fast. So we slowed the boat down to a stop, and hove to. Heaving to means tacking into the wind but keeping the sail on the other side so it crosses across the bow. It effectively stops the boat and although it's not a comfortable motion it makes it easier to get some work done. Mike was working the bolt in when it slipped out of his fingers and dropped into the drink. Damn. Luckily we have extra bolts and he found one that fit. We got it all fixed and we were on our way within an hour.

The next morning Mike checked the bolt and it was working its way out again. We ended up putting a locking nut on but that reduces the range of motion the blade can move. But it was a better compromise than losing the bolt again. We will use some lock-tight to glue to bolt in place.

About a day away from Grand Turk, the steering wheel makes a couple groans and then there's a clunk. Well isn't it our luck that the chain to the steering wheel has just broken. We have no steering. Thankfully it was just that, and not something like the rudder has been damaged or lost. We have an emergency tiller that hooks into the floor, directly to the rudder bolt connection that we can use to steer. However, the self steering unit can't work with that so we are now going to have to hand steer (actually foot steer) the rest of the way... noooooooo., not again!!

It's about 10 AM on the 20th, we have a full day and night ahead. So Mike and I get suited up in foul weather gear, because we are getting splashed by waves due to the angle of sail we have to go to make the island. Two hour shifts were the next 24 hours for us. Constantly getting splashed by waves and using our left foot to steer because the tiller is right near the floor of the cockpit. It's also backwards to most tillers, because it's an emergency one, so it's an awkward steering set up. However it works. I posted a picture of me in all my gear, sitting with my arms crossed and my left foot is on the wooden tiller steering.

The day wasn't too bad but the night was brutal. We were also coming up on a dangerous bank called Mouchoir Bank. We had to stay on a course bearing off from the corner of this bank until we got past it, then we could harden up and actually head for the island. There's no other way to go, so while Mike was steering I was watching the charts meticulously, making sure we clear it and change course at our soonest opportunity. We definitely didn't get much sleep that's for sure. Then it was my turn again. That's when the rain came pelting down. Which was kind of nice to get the salt washed off. But as soon as the rain stopped another wave came to salt me up again. As Mike would say, I was a-salt-ed.

We could see the glow of Grand Turk and also the island south of it called Salt Cay. Unfortunately the channel between the two islands is full of reef and rocks and is too hazardous to navigate, especially at night. So we were forced to go south of Salt Cay and then make our way back up to Grand Turk on the west side of the islands. Thank god we bought charts for these islands because the free ones we had gotten didn't have the Turks and Caicos and we really didn't want to come in blind. It was more than worth it and they only cost $21 on my phone. A very very good idea to say the least. We made it to Salt Cay around 6 AM and dropped anchor to get a couple hours of rest before a windward beat to Grand Turk. We knew we had made it and we would be there in time for our guest who was flying in around 5:30 PM. Talk about cutting it close.

We slept for a couple hours until 8:30 when I woke up and made coffee. We lifted anchor and headed into a rough sail towards Grand Turk, avoiding reefs and coral heads in between the two islands. Because the wind was coming straight from where we wanted to go, we had to go up almost the whole coast before tacking and heading back to the place we wanted to anchor which was near the south point of the island. By the time we dropped anchor it was 12:30 PM.

But what a beautiful place to drop anchor!! The water was so clear and blue, the sand is white and the beach looks beautiful. I stripped off my jacket and foul weather pants, and actually enjoyed the sun for a minute. As soon as the first anchor was down, Mike and I jumped into the water to refresh and feel a little human again. We put a second anchor down and took a minute to just catch our breath.

We then went on cleaning up the boat to have a guest onboard, pulling out the bike and life jackets and all the other things we stored in the v berth for the journey. I made our bed up in there once it was cleaned up and then made our guests bed in the main cabin. Mike put the bike together and we slowly got everything looking pretty satisfactory.

We launched the dinghy and rowed ashore. We were walking towards the airport with a half hour to spare. I still hadn't been on wifi, so I hadn't been able to message our guest to say "hey, we made it, we'll be at the airport" or anything. As we are walking up, I see her waving and it turns out she got on the earlier flight so she'd been there for about an hour or so. No big deal, we went into the bar beside the airport and celebrated seeing each other again with a beer. She is our first return customer. She stayed with us in Nevis for a few days and had a great time, so she came back for 8 nights in Grand Turk. Super exciting to know we are doing something right.

We made our way back to the boat and had a nice relaxing evening. She went for a swim right away, enjoying the beautiful water. Can't blame her one bit haha.

On Thursday, we went for a long walk into town once we checked in with customs. It was pretty much on the other side of the island, so we got a good hike in which is always great after a sail. We stopped and had lunch at a little place called Barbie's restaurant, having BBQ chicken and ox tails with rice and peas. It was very tasty. We found a couple grocery stores and took note of where to get what.

On Friday, we put on our fins and mask and went for a long snorkel. First, around a little reef just behind where we are anchored. There's some nice coral and some cool looking fish hanging around. Then towards the drop off...which is some freaky stuff. All of a sudden the ground just slips away and it's dark. I can only imagine what kind of creatures are hanging around, including sharks. We had a couple barracuda around and Mike chased them which was pretty funny. They don't want to mess with us, but damn do they look scary when they show their teeth. We swam ashore and took a long walk on the beach, and then swam back to the boat. What a great way to start the day.

So far this place is amazing, and absolutely beautiful. I promise to keep the pics and vids coming on Instagram @coconut_seaways and Facebook (Coconut Seaways - follow us!) because there is so much to see. I'll write again soon!!