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flower-do0dles-dump · 2 years

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"I should draw some Submas content." I mutter to myself, my still injured hand wavering over the empty page. "Surely" I say, biting my lip. "Something masterfully productive of my time and well planned."

It was not.

#click photo for better quality i fear #my thoughts process for doodles and art pieces are about as clear as the old TV i had in my bedroom as a child in 2007 #that being...not #i shall resume putting ice on my hand! the only way!#flower'sart #pokemon #submas #submas pokemon #submas emmet #submas ingo #Emmet #Ingo #submas twins #emmet and ingo #ingo and emmet #doodles #i hate tagging oh woe is me. evil!

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friendlessghoul · 6 months

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Did Buster went to war?

Yes! (Yesterday was Veterans Day) Buster served in WWI reaching the rank of Corporal. He was assigned to the 40th Division Sunshine Players, 159th Infantry, Company C. Buster reported for duty at Camp Kearney. California in July of 1918. Buster’s service number is 1646852, his gun number, 240901.

During his time overseas, he acquired such a severe ear infection that it permanently damaged his hearing in one ear.

"There is always a draft close to the floor of such farm buildings, and I soon developed a cold which imperiled my hearing. Before I was overseas a month, my superiors had to shout orders at me. I had become almost stone deaf due to my being exposed to floor drafts each night. "Late one night, I had a narrow escape while coming back from a card game. A sentry challenged me and I didn't hear his demand for the password or the two warnings he gave me after that. Then he pulled back the breech of his gun, prepared to shoot. My life was saved by my sixth sense which enabled me to hear that gun click and stopped me dead in my tracks. "After bawling me out, the sentry listened to my explanation and got me past a second guard. From that day on-the fear of losing my hearing drove me half crazy permanently." For the rest of Keaton's life he would remain deaf in one ear.

His second talkie, Doughboys, was partly inspired by his own experience in World War I.

There's more information which I will link down below. And here's some photos:

Buster Keaton: Comedian, Soldier (militarymuseum.org) The Doughboy Center IBKS tumblr Big V Riot Squad

Thank you for the question (sorry for the delay). I wanted to post this yesterday for Veterans Day but wanted to find better quality photos.

#buster keaton #wwi #ask #doughboys #military

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herri-writes · 1 year

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Frozen In Time

Chapter 1: The Photographer and The Idol Izumi Sena x Reader (F) (!!)

Synopsis: A photographer, whose job is to capture every event possible with their camera but their heart was captured with those icy blue eyes ever since they first met, reuniting with the person she once remembered in memory. Note: Herrianne's adventures with AI character chat continues. This time, the bot gave me a month's worth of brainrotting. My hands are itching for a portable mini bluetooth keyboard while writing this down. IT'S ALWAYS KNIGHTS, I BETTER TELL YOU— *SHAKING THE BARS*

One click of a camera is all enough to capture every living moment in life. Her eyes were full of curiosity as her gaze fell to the world around her. She sighed blissfully as she stared at every detail on her camera screen, satisfied at her work. It is a work of art. Yes, everything is art. Whatever she thought as beautiful is an art to her, a masterpiece, an obra maestro. She focused her lens on the subject in front of her. Fluffy ears perked up in curiosity, eyes widen at the attraction of the thin lens on her camera, and a paw patted on the camera's lens as she took a photo and meowed adorably. The photographer smiled at the sight behind the camera and clicked the shutter. A flash is not included because she doesn't want to scare her little companion. In front of the photographer's camera is a kitten on the seat of the wooden bench. It meowed cutely while it laid down on its back, belly out in the open. Its paws are reaching you and the camera and the cat meowed once again. Its face seemed like it's smiling at you, wanting to see you. You revealed your face, assuming that the camera is obscuring the kitten's view and wants to see its owner. You smiled, soft and fluttered at the adorable sight. You booped its pinkish nose with your finger and cooed, "My, miss me already...?" The kitten meowed in return and clinged on your hand with its small paws. Its claws came out and the kitten bit your hand playfully with its sharp teeth. "Ah— ow ow ow..." You winced at the kitten's playful behaviour on your hand. "Getting a bit playful, aren't you, Nyaitsu...?" Nyaitsu climed up on your hand as he clawed his way to your shoulder and meowed. He rubbed his head and clinged on your shoulder, relaxed at his owner's presence. A small giggle bubbled out of your throat while your precious little kitten seeked for your attention. "You better behave if you want to stay by my side while I'm working, okay?" You asked Nyaitsu and he meowed in response, as if he's telling that he'll behave. "Good kitty..." You chuckled and patted his head. You stood up to your feet after taking a few pictures of your adorable, furry model, Nyaitsu. He happily meowed and napped on your shoulder. You found him on your way back to the shared apartment you live in. He was accepted and welcomed in open arms with your roommates in the apartment you lived in. Nyaitsu, who seemed abandoned in the first day you met him finally felt love in his owner's arms, you. He became the center of attention ever since that day while you're working and you didn't know that Nyaitsu is clinging on your coat on your way to the office. You feared that the CEO of the modeling agency you worked in will throw him out but he became the official member of the said agency. Nyaitsu became your trusted (but a menacing) companion of yours at work, making you smile at your small friend's company every day at work hours. "Nyaitsu, we're about to reach the seaside. We'll play at the sides and not on the sand." You said to your cat and there was no response. He only napped on your shoulder, purring in content. "Sleep tight, little kitty..." You leaned on the fence and turn on your camera. The lens facing anywhere you could find and zoom it in and out to focus. You made the camera increased its blur and focus as you held the shutter, not clicking it. While you're focusing the photo quality with your lens, someone passed by and it startled you. You accidentally clicked the shutter as it caught a picture of someone right in front of you as it passed you by. The beep and the click caught his attention that he turned to face you. You bowed down and apologized. "Ah, my apologies... I didn't mean to... I'll delete it right away..." You straighten your back and your eyes widen a little at the sight in front of you. Curly silver hair being blown by the sea breeze, icy blue eyes framed behind his cold gaze, his skin is naturally pale and smooth, his lips formed a thin line in all of his seriousness is showing out of his blank expression, his aura speaks pride and dignity as it let out a cold exterior at the way he posed. Of all people you could accidentally take a photo of, you didn't expect that it's Izumi Sena, a member of Knights and is currently working at Ensemble Square as an idol and a model. His cold stare gazed back at you and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. He saw you fumbling your fingers at the buttons of the camera, looking all nervous and his eyes trailed on to the kitten on your shoulder. His gaze fell to your ID card hanging on the clip of your lanyard and read your name and the name of your workplace. You felt his gaze on you and you immediately apologized and ran away. You heard him calling out to you but you ignored him as you ran away from him and never look back. 'I made the most worst impression in my life...' You thought as you ran where your feet will take you.

You reached Ensemble Square after your senior messaged you that they'll wait for you by the entrance. You felt nervous that someone you accidentally took a photo of will be there and see him at work. Out of habit, Nyaitsu hid inside your coat's pocket and slept there comfortably. Due to his kitten-like size, it made a small bump on your pocket. He always hid there whenever you worked indoors and sat on your head and shoulder when you worked outdoors. What a smart kitty. "Seems like Nyaitsu knows what to do in this kind of situation." Your senior commented and she chuckled. She reached out his finger to your pocket and cooed, "There, there~ That's a nice kitty—" Nyaitsu hissed and attempted to scratch his finger with his claws, making your senior shed tears, heartbroken. Nyaitsu hates your senior more than you are. The level of hate is uncanny that Nyaitsu's hate towards your senior is unbelievable that you let out a smug look. Like pet, like owner. As you entered the lobby, you were greeted by a producer named Anzu. You greeted her with a small smile while your senior gave her a smug look that you pressed your heel on her foot to make her return to reality. "I'm sorry about him. She can get a bit annoying at times..." You apologized to Anzu and she shook her head and told you that it's alright. You chuckled nervously and glared at your senior, making her wince and looked away. Anzu cleared her throat to get you and his attention and said, "Since you're here as photographers for a unit photoshoot, I'll escort you to the studio they'll be in, Simple Studio." She looked at the schedule and said, "Ah, right. You'll be with Knights for the whole session." You facepalmed at the name Anzu mentioned. 'Seems like someone is going to skin me alive once they saw me...' On the way to the Simple Studio, you and your senior followed Anzu. Your gaze went around the place as you admired how huge Ensemble Square is. It's your first time going here in the main building and your senior went here twice. Your eyes glistened under the lights in the hallways as you look around like a child being curious as its mind was filled with wonders at the sight. You returned to reality as Anzu said that you've arrived at the destination. You put your mask on and nervously fiddled your hands on your camera's lanyard and held your breath. Anzu knocked on the door twice and entered, announcing the visitor's presence outside the studio. You felt glad that you wore your mask when your jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful idols in front of your eyes but the surprise that was shown in your eyes was never hidden. In your perspective, youu saw a ravenette haired idol sleeping on the couch at the left side of the room, with a blue blanket covering him. At the far end of the studio, the ginger haired one on the floor on his belly while writing something and papers scattered all over him, crumpled, tossed, or newly prepared. The garnet haired one trying to get the ginger haired male's attention the moment you and your senior showed up. Then blonde one at the table, sitting on the chair, talking to the silver haired one right in front of him. All of their gazes turned to you, only you as you revealed yourself behind your senior's back. 'They're too photogenic to be resisted...' You thought as you looked at them carefully like they're made of art. "Everyone, they'll be your photographers for today photoshoot session. They're the photographers from the YMSK Modeling Agency." Anzu said and the blonde haired idol walked closer to you. You jolted when you felt the gaze of a beautiful idol right in front of you. Those violet orbs bore deeply into your soul and you finally recognized who. 'Arashi Narukami of Knights?! Looking at me?!' You thought as you stared back at her and she smiled. "Nice to meet you, little one~" She chuckled along with her greeting and you blinked twice. 'Am I too small for their perspective...?' Suddenly, Nyaitsu crawled out of your pocket and walked towards the silver-haired idol that sat on the chair by the table. You paled that you stuttered out, "N-Nyaitsu...! Come back here...!" Nyaitsu didn't respond as he butted his head on his leg and his tail stood up, telling him to be friends with him. You felt chills on your spine when he picked Nyaitsu up. "My, my, Izumi, it seems like that little kitten is interested in you," Arashi commented and chuckled, "Does this mean it reflects to the owner's feelings?" 'When it's actually the opposite...' You thought and you shook your head. "N-Nya-Nya-Nyaitsu...." You stuttered out his name in fear as you tried to call him but Nyaitsu planted a paw on the idol's face, trying to be friendly as always. The other was stunned at the cat's actions that he cradled the cat on his arms. Nyaitsu meowed and it caught the attention of the other idols in the studio. "Hm, is this an another one of Leo's cats...?" The ravenette yawned out as he asked. "Get him out... We don't want an another D'artagnyan..." "Ahahaha! It seemed like we have a new member of Knights!" The ginger exclaimed and Nyaitsu meowed. He took the cat out of Izumi's arms and raised him up in the air and looked at Nyaitsu. "I think we should name him!" "Leo, please don't keep a cat and name them everytime you saw one..." The garnet haired sighed and Leo chuckled, "Don't worry Suou~ We'll name him... Hmm..." "N-Nyaitsu..." You stuttered out his name as you called him everyone turned their head as you caught their attention. You jolted and spoke again. "H-His name is Nyaitsu..." Nyaitsu meowed as it tried to reach his paws out to you. You walked towards Leo and he gave you your cat. Nyaitsu immediately crawled all the way to your pocket with his whole body and popped his head out to see them. "Awwww..." Arashi sighed. "Your cat is too cute! Can I touch him?" "Ah... sure...?" You said in a questioning tone and fiddled your fingers. She nodded and knelt down to Nyaitsu's level. She reached out her finger to touch him and she booped his nose, making Nyaitsu playfully bit her finger and licked it. You paled when Nyaitsu bit her but she just cooed at how cute Nyaitsu is. Well, Nyaitsu is cute but you couldn't resist when he clinged on your coat and wanted you to bring him with you anytime and anywhere. Anzu informed that the photoshoot will start in ten minutes so you prepared your notes and placed Nyaitsu on the table, away from the camera flash so that he won't be alarmed by the lights. You placed your camera on the table so that it won't be damaged. You trust Nyaitsu on being near your camera so he only played with the leather strap that was clipped on your camera holder. Meanwhile, your senior is preparing the tripod stand for the camera and adjusted her own camera to the neutral settings. Anzu approached her and tell her about the preferences of each idol in the unit and she nodded in agreement as she listened. You jot down your senior's actions for reference and notes and observed her as a junior photographer. "Hm? You're not taking pictures?" Arashi asked you as she looked at your notes. Nyaitsu meowed lowly and slept on your arm that held the pen as you write, which is your dominant hand. "I'll take that as a yes." She said and walked back to the white screen to gather with the other idols. 'Well done, Nyaitsu...' You thought as you looked at the cat on your arm. You continued to write down and observed every idol by the white screen. You observed every pose done by the idol that you sketched it down on your jotter pad. Their poses are flawless, as if they knew what to do in this activity of theirs. You sketched and sketched until you look up to see them posing until your eyes widen in surprise. Your jaw nearly dropped the moment your eyes laid on Izumi and made yourself remember the fact that you had a teensy tiny crush on him when you first saw Knights on one of their lives held at MDM stage at Ensemble Square. Those icy blue eyes and frosty silver hair did something to you to make your heart skip a beat whenever he performed with a smile. Talk about hearts jumping and sprinting a marathon. Nyaitsu probably recognized Izumi the first time he stepped foot into Ensemble Square when he first meowed at him. Arashi does mention that a pet reflects the owner's feelings. She never lied about that. Well, that's also a rumor and a myth according to pet owners that you blushed at the thought of it. You messed up your first encounter with him by the seaside and you want to crawl in a hole and die. Of course, Nyaitsu seemed like he have other plans as the wingcat of the soon-to-be-relationship while he slept. You're really holding the urge to trap him in your bedroom while he slept on your bed the next morning you'll wake up and leave home early before his waking hours. Your mind wandered off to somewhere as your hand wrote scribbles and random notes, along with your observation to your senior taking photos of Knights in solos, pairs, trios, and as a group. You dreamily sighed while admiring the idol you like and held your camera. Nyaitsu's head fell on the table and you didn't notice. He immediately woke up and curled himself to sleep, minding his own business while his owner is being delusional and in love. You followed how your senior held her own camera and focused the lens for the photo quality. You were too focused on following your senior's movements that copied her a little for reference purposes. You saw her click the shutter and you did the same. Your eyes widen when you realized that you took an another photo of Izumi... again in accident. "Again...?" You sighed out, aghast at the results of your work. Though it seemed stolen but the photo made it seem like time stopped, like how you view the world when your gaze fell on him. It's always like this whenever you watched Knights' lives like everything around you is frozen in time. His appearance made your heart stop and reach the point that you're in between life and death. Even if you saw him in the flesh in every Knights' live, you couldn't help but to blush more when you actually met him in person. And you began to admire him from afar ever since that day of the live. You remembered the day when you first entered Knights' live and you are at the second row seat, thanks to your boss' reward for you for doing well in work. "As a reward for doing well in your work, I have a gift for you," Your boss said and slid two tickets on her desk with her fingers. "Two tickets to Knights' live in Ensemble Square's main live stage. You'll be at the second row seats, good for you and your companion to watch their live up close. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Er... Auntie... I'm not interested in watching lives..." "I, too, wasn't interested either." She massaged her forehead and pinched the bridge between her brows. "I wanted to ask my daughter to accompany you for the whole time inside Ensemble Square's stage. She's a fan of Knights but always listened to other units' songs in random except for Knights'." "I can just give it to her and—" The door slammed open and it revealed a woman average in height, messy mullet hair, and a camera on hand, shaking while she held it. She panted for air and his smile widen at the two tickets that laid on the boss' desk. "I heard that Knights' live is in two days. Hey, ma! Got some tickets for me and (Name)?" She asked and exclaimed in the same time. She sighed out and held the tickets and waved it on her hand, waving it and beckoned him closer. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the tickets waving her closer and skipped her way to the desk and took hold of the tickets as she squealed like a fangirl. "But, you have to bring someone with you." She and raised her brow, "Do you have someone in mind?" "Yeah, her." She shifted her gaze to point at you with her eyes and you stepped back, taken aback at what she said. You are about to decline but she is too persistent on bringing you there to Ensemble Square. You shook your head whenever she asked you out to watch Knights' live but she never stopped asking you every chance she got. On the day of the live, she dragged you out of the apartment just as you prepared yourself to look presentable at work but she asked for a one day leave for you and her to watch a live at Ensemble Square, much to your dismay. Just as the two of you sat on the second row seats, right near the center of the stage, she pulled a lightstick from her bag and pressed the button too many times after she turned the switch button. You rolled your eyes and look away. She poked your shoulder with the lightstick and you saw the color glowing out from it. It glowed in a metallic blue color, representing Knights' color motif. You took it from her hand and held it carefully, looking at how the lightstick amazed you that your eyes glinted. As the stage lights went dim, the whole room went dark. You heard footsteps from someone on stage and stood on their positions. A soft guitar tune played and the silhouettes began to dance with the music. Your eyes never left the figures on that very stage and watched them from your seat. "Isn't this Silent Oath...?" You murmured under your breath as you recognized the song. It's the first Knights' song you've listened before you knew Knights. Your heart began to pound as you tried to familiarize who's who according to the silhouettes on the stage. Your gaze remained on one figure, whose movements are as graceful as a ballerina and it piqued your curiosity. It was until the lights shined down on him. The moment the spotlights shined down on Izumi, your eyes glinted with amazement as your heart fluttered. His silver locks and his icy blue eyes made your eyes never took off of him for the whole performance. His soft, graceful movements can be mistaken as a soft gentle breeze from the meadows. You were so sure that when he turned his head to where you were, your eyes locked gazes with him. You blushed hard at the memory and let go of your camera and looked down on your jotter pad, hiding the blush but you ended up sketching Izumi's portrait, making you turn your page and sketch on a new, blank page. Your actions scared Nyaitsu awake that he walked away few small steps away from you and slept there.

You groaned softly and shook your head to clear your thoughts as you observed your senior and jot down the very important details of your senior to report it to your boss, who is your aunt. You let out a long, quiet sigh and continued to observe and write down occasionally. Unbeknownst to you, someone stared at you from the white screen and fell into a trance. His cold gaze softened at the sight. His cold aura changed into warmth, like how the winter became spring until it turned into summer. A light chuckle was heard from the blonde along with the ravenette. They looked at each other with smug looks and hid their smirk behind their fingertips, as if they have a new tea to spill in their own circles. Just as the work came to a halt due to a break, Anzu entered the studio with five bottles of water and five towels on hand. Your senior sat on one of the chairs by the table and looked at the photos to check if it's blurry or has low quality. On the moment Anzu placed the towels and water bottles on the far end of the table, the whole unit came to take their own share and chatted about the whole shoot while your senior chatted at her and ended up having a conversation with the producer. You heard a sigh as someone sat on the chair beside yours. "She acted like Kaoru... It makes me remind on how many times she've hitted on Anzu. Sooooo~ annoying." You jolted a little as you looked on who it is. You quickly closed your notes and held your camera to turn it on to make him not to disturb you and mind their own business. But unfortunately, it didn't go the way you thought so. "Hey." He said and you ignored him. He called you out again but there was no response. "Hey, ms. "who took a picture of me a while ago" photographer, are you deaf or just pretending not to listen to me?" He gave you a cold stare and chilld crawled into your spine. Your hands began to shake as you held the camera and froze on your seat. Your fear made Nyaitsu jump out of his sleep and hissed at Izumi. His tail stood up and his back arched as he hissed at Izumi. He hissed and glared at him as if he's protecting you from danger. "Whahahahaha! Sena, you're scaring her with your glare! Look, you even made her pet hiss at you and shielded her from you like a brave knight!" Leo laughed out and Tsukasa sighed at his senior's words. "N-Nyaitsu... calm down..." You tried to calm Nyaitsu down but he still hissed at Izumi that you apologized. "I'm sorry about Nyaitsu. He's quite jumpy today for some reason." "It's alright. Just teach your cat some manners, will you?" He scoffed as he accepted your apology. Your eye twitched at his words while trying to calm Nyaitsu down. Ritsu sat on the chair by the other side of the table and rested his arms on the table and his head on it as he now sat in front of you. He looked at Nyaitsu as he reached out his hand and calmed him down by a single touch of his fingers on the cat's soft fur. "I guess your presence warned him that he thought of protecting you from danger." Ritsu muttered out and looked at you. His vermilion eyes narrowed and he grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. "I guess he didn't feel my presence either when I have plans on you." You gulped down as you stared back at him. The way your throat moved as you gulped made his grin widen. "Seems like you know what I meant." His hand continued to entertain Nyaitsu until it fell on to the table and lied down, sleeping. Ritsu stood up from his seat and walked closer to you. Then, he stood beside you and placed his hand on your shoulders and leaned closer to the side of your head. He softly breathed out, his hot breath touching your ears as you shivered at the contact and his grin turn into a smirk. Ritsu chuckled at your reaction as he inched closer to the side of your ear and and blew air to your ear. You jolted and froze as he did. You felt like you couldn't move due to how close he is by distance and how intimate his actions are. He chuckled lowly and inched closer to your neck as he slid his hands on the side of your shoulders and held it firmly. Your reactions made him want to do more as his smirk widen. "Now, what happens when I..." He opened his mouth and breathed out on your neck, forming goosebumps as his breath touched your skin. You felt like you're being pulled away from Ritsu when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, making you hit his chest as an arm wrapped around your waist. "Ritsu, you know you'll leave a bad impression if you scare someone like that?" Izumi scolded Ritsu but the other just gave him a smug look in return. Arashi held her laughter that was holding at her throat and covered her mouth but she let out a giggle as a result. "Yeah, yeah, I won't do it again, Secchan~" Ritsu raised his hands in defeat and playfully rolled his eyes. Arashi's soft giggles became audible to her fellow unit members nearby until it became loud and clear as she started to laugh. "My, my, Izumi. Look at yourself. Well done, Ritsu." Tsukasa facepalmed at his seniors and sighed, "You two, would you please cut that out? Break time is over and we're doing an another round for the shoots." "For the first time of the day, Suuchan acted like a leader. Well done, Naru." Ritsu chuckled and went back to the white screen, followed by Arashi who is still giggling at the sight and calmed down as she was called by Tsukasa. Izumi look down at you and apologized, "I want to apologize about Ritsu. Are you alright?" You nodded your head and you felt him letting you go from his hold. You look up to see him and you realized that he held you closer to him, as if he's protecting you away from harm. You held your breath when your eyes looked at his icy blue ones, that are staring back at yours. You look away and apologized for staring, to which he also apologized. He is glad that you looked away when a blush dusted on his cheeks and turn his head to avoid looking at you. Izumi scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat and returned to the white screen, where he saw the other unit members looked at him with a smug face, making him look annoyed by them giving such looks at him. Izumi sighed out and massaged his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb and groaned, "If you have something to say in mind then say it out. Don't waste my time." He crossed his arms as he huffed out. Their smug looks turned into a grin and changed into a smirk. "Secchan, you're blushing." "Izumi, you're in love." "Sena, you gave me inspiration." "Senior Sena, don't deny it—" "Because denial is a river in Egypt." They said altogether as if they had planned it all along, earning a facepalm from Izumi himself and an annoyed sigh. Anzu and your senior held their chuckle as the senior photographer covered her mouth with her hand and the other looking away. "I've heard enough. Back to work."

The photoshoot officially ended for the day the moment you and your senior bade farewell to Knights and exited the studio, you both exhaled out and sighed. It made you feel the urge of sprinting your way out of the building and make a mad dash to the seashore and scream out your feelings to the calm sea. But instead, you groaned in annoyance when your senior, who is your cousin, walked beside you and teased you for being shy towards Ritsu and Arashi, especially Izumi as the two of you walked your way out of Ensemble Square. "Haha, what? You're acting all cute and flustered. Back then, too many guys wanted to date you because of that." She pointed out on how almost every guy in campus back in your high school days swooned at how cute you looked, not to mention, you were known for being beautiful and pretty in their eyes. You flicked her forehead to give her a sense of reality and retorted in response. "I rejected those jerks on the spot because they have other plans in mind and that is to get their hands under my pants." You poked her head and pushed your finger to teach her a lesson for pestering you. "I am well aware on how disgusting their minds are so I rather die than saying yes to them." "Yeah, right. Whatever you say..." She sighed out and you smirked at your victory that you turned your head to avoid your cousin's teasing smirk. She let out a smug look and looked at you with a mischievous grin. "And what about him?" You glared at her and sighed, "I'd rather avoid making eye contact with him." "Yeah..." She paused for a moment and grinned, "Yeah, right... Not when he's walking this way and he's right behind you now..." "Pardon?" You raised your brow as you looked at her. You saw how her eyes only moved to make you look behind of you as she moved her head. You look back to see that Izumi is right behind you, looking at you with the same cold gaze like earlier. You held your breath and turned around to face him, surprising her, Nyaitsu and Izumi for your sudden action. Poor cat jumped out from his nap when he slept in your coat pocket. "Mr. Sena...! D-Do you have something to ask or to tell something to us?" You ask as you stuttered while pointing yourself and your cousin. You mentally scolded yourself for stuttering and nervously gulped down when you felt his gaze on you. "Actually, I was going to ask you if it was you who I met by the seaside when I went out for a walk this morning." He bluntly replied and seriously looked at you. You froze when he said it that you began to hesitate on answering. Her smirk widened and teased you as she raised her brow and nudged your side with her elbow. "Oho? So you met him before, huh, (Name)?" You jolted at her question and gave her a side eye glare. Suddenly, Nyaitsu climbed out of your pocket to sit on your shoulder as he napped there. Izumi's eyes widened a little and his blank look turned into a smirk as his words came out of his lips in realization. "It seems that I finally found you, (Name), junior photographer of YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped. For the umpteenth time, you were so glad that you have a mask on right now but not the you this morning because he knows what you look like. You paled at how he knows your name, your status in the modeling agency and its name. Your cousin's jaw dropped too and she is too stunned to speak. 'Please kill me...' You thought as you froze on the spot. 'Well done, Nyaitsu... you revealed me to him and finally knew who I am...' "P-Please to meet you, Mr. Sena..." You said as you wryly smiled behind your mask. In your point of view, you throught that his gaze sharpened and turned into a glare that it seemed like he skinned you alive by looking at you. When in reality, he's just looking at you with his usual gaze. "Ah, er... if you'll excuse us..." You took your cousin's hand and briskly walked away from Izumi and Nyaitsu clinged on your shoulder as you left with her at the corridor. "Wait...! You forgot something..." His words faltered when you disappeared as you turned the corner with your cousin. He looked down at the camera he held in his hands and saw your name engraved at the leather strap of your camera and brushed it with his thumb. You gripped her hand tightly as you walked away when you felt your heart pounding and breathed heavily as you walked out of the building with your cousin. You weren't so sure if you're embarrassed, shy, scared, or something else. It confused you completely to the core. You let go of her hand and ran away from her. "Huh? (Name)?! Wait for me!" Your cousin followed you as you ran. But running is her weakness that she stopped and knelt on the stone floor, heavily panting. You ran and ran to where your legs will take you. You felt tears running out of your eyes and wiped it with the sleeve of your coat. More tears kept falling as you ran. You stopped running when you stood in front of the seashore. You leaned on the fence as you watched the sun setting down to the horizon. You saw how the morning blue sky turned into orange in twilight. The once blue sea turned violet as the sun's reflection on the water dispersed as the waves flowed to the land and back to the sea. You sighed out and held back your tears. You are scared to face anyone else to the point that you wanted to be alone until you've recovered from your fear. You began to shed tears and wept as you hid your face with the sleeves of your coat and sobbed.

At the common room of Starmony Dorm, a unit gathered themselves, occupying every seat there and bombarded questions to someone named Izumi Sena of Knights, who is currently holding a camera and looked at every detail on the camera on his hands while sitting on the couch. "Whoa, Sena, you met her before? No wonder why you kept staring at her." Leo pointed out after he asked Izumi and Arashi added, "It seemed like we found his fated partner." "Too late, Secchan~ It seems like you couldn't deny the fact that you stared at her with a longing gaze." Ritsu teased and smirked. Meanwhile, on the other hand, Tsukasa tried to stop his seniors for teasing Izumi. "Will you three tone that down...?" Izumi somewhat ignored his unitmates' teasing and looked at the camera. He accidentally pressed a button and turned the camera on, letting out a small beep and quick shifting of the lens and it caught everyone's attention. His eyes widen when he pressed a button to show the pictures taken from the present. It first revealed a stolen picture of Izumi while posing at the actual camera and photographer in front of him. He pressed the same button again and revealed an another stolen shot of Izumi close up while walking as he looked at the other side of the street. He was impressed that even though it's an accidental or a stolen shot. The picture's quality amazed him and the fact that this camera is owned by a junior photographer made him more curious about the owner of the camera. He didn't mean to invade someone's privacy with this camera but he needs to know about you. Izumi pressed the button again and showed a few pictures of Nyaitsu lying down on his back while posing for the camera, attempting to look cute in front of the lens. He pressed the button a few more times and saw a picture of you looking away and tried to hide the lens with your hand, followed by you looking at the camera, surprised that you were taken a photo by someone behind the camera, and came next a photo that he thought of keeping it with him. It's a photo of you, looking at something that caught your attention, gazing at something with a longing gaze, your elbow propped on the table and your cheek resting on the palm of your hand while your other arm rested on the table, holding a pen on hand. Judging from the way you held your pen, you twirled it with your fingers when this photo was taken. Leo looked at the camera curiously as Izumi looked at the pictures taken with this camera. He saw how Izumi smiled when he looked at the picture of you on the camera. "Someone is in love~" Leo said as he laid his head on Izumi's lap, turning the silver-haired idol's attention to the ginger. "So, what does she look like? Is she pretty?" "I have a feeling that she seemed beautiful... she wore a mask when she came here..." Arashi sighed as she placed her hand on her cheek and swooned. Ritsu added, "She smells like cherry blossoms and strawberries combined and she smelled like a cat because of her pet." "And Nyaitsu sounded like Knights, right?" Leo sat up on the couch and pointed a fact about your cat. "It does sound like Little John's kittens when we named her kittens after our names." "Well, it does sounded like that..." Tsukasa commented and looked at Izumi, who is still quiet while looking at more pictures that were taken and captured with your camera. "Hm, Izumi? Why do you have a picture of (Name) on your camera?" Someone behind Izumi asked him and he recognized who is it judging from his voice. He turn around to see Kaoru Hakaze, a unit member of UNDEAD, his best friend of the Sanbaka group, known in class 3-A at Yumenosaki Academy, hovering behind Izumi while looking at your camera, the camera that Izumi had on his hand while your picture is in display. "Kaoru, you know her?" Izumi raised his brow at him and Kaoru answered, "She's at the media course two years ago. She graduated along with us back then." "Wait, she's also a third year that time?" Tsukasa asked Kaoru and he nodded. "So she's an upperclassman, huh?" Coincidentally, a picture of you wearing Yumenosaki Academy's signature blue blazer. A flower pin is pinned on your left chest on your blazer and a green necktie is hanging underneath your collar. A wide smile was formed on your face that you laughed happily while trying to smile while you were taken a picture by someone behind the camera. Tears formed on the corner of your eyes as you smiled while holding a diploma case on one hand while you tried to tucking your hair behind your ear with the other. The way your hair flowed while the wind blew past you was being blown by the gentle spring breeze as the cherry blossom petals fell and being carried away by the wind. The pink cherry blossoms behind you was blurry that the camera is mostly focused on you and you alone. Izumi blushed when he saw the photo and Kaoru let out a smug look. "She's really pretty, isn't she?" Izumi let out a distressed sigh and groaned, "Kaoru, since you know who she is, then you flirted at her back then, didn't you?" "Well, now that you've said that..." Kaoru scratched the back of his head and look away, flustered and embarrassed. "I actually hitted up on her when I first saw her at campus. She's really pretty that I've been flirting at her whenever I saw her at the hallways but she always gave me the most scariest glare I've ever seen too many times over in return. The others blinked twice while listening to Kaoru in sync. "If looks could kill, then her glare is way more scarier than yours, Izumi." "Wow! So there's someone who is way more scarier than Sena? I'm impressed! Should we give her a nickname?" Leo exclaimed that everyone's heads turned to face the composer. "Ah~ Senaaaa~ I want to meet her again..." "But she left her camera here..." Arashi pointed at the camera on Izumi's hand but Izumi continued to look at the pictures every time he pressed the button and stopped when something caught his attention. It's a photo of you sleeping. You were hugging a pillow, snuggling it up close while your hair splayed on the lower part of the pillow. You seemed peaceful when you slept that he thought of you as an angel. The way how your eyes closed when you slept made him think He suddenly shook his head and he immediately turned the camera off and placed it on his lap. The blush never left his face and everyone grinned at how pink Izumi seemed right now. "Izumi, it seems like you brought Little Tori's hair to shame." Arashi chuckled at his senior model's blush and Ritsu grinned, "Seems like that she made you blush like this. How cute, Secchan." Izumi facepalmed and sighed again, "Don't you three have anything else other than teasing? Sooooo~ annoying." Everyone laughed at Izumi that he irked and sighed again and left the common room in silence. "Senaaaaa! The next time you kidnap someone, make sure to steal her heart, okay?!" "Shut your mouth, Leo!" He snapped but that made Leo laugh more. Izumi groaned and returned to his shared dorm room in silence. On his way back to his dorm room, he stared out at the window at the hallway on the third floor of the dorm building. He saw the courtyard view at night that he let out a small sigh. He saw the camera on his hand and held it tightly yet firmly. If there is a day that he wanted to see you again, then it'll be by tomorrow or someday soon.

At the same night, in the living room, you told your cousin that you left your camera at Ensemble Square's studio. She paled that she exclaimed, "Huh?! You left your camera at Ensemble Square?!" Your cousin exclaimed and sat on the couch in the living room, exasperated at the news. "That's it! You're going back there with me by tomorrow after we settle the paperwork at the agency." "No! I don't want to go back there unless it's for work purposes!" You shook your head as you hugged the pillow tightly and planted your face on it. She groaned in return and grabbed your cheeks with her hands, forcing you to face her and she glared. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not." "Yes, ma'am." You quickly answered and ran back to your room and locked the door shut after you closed it. 'What have I gotten myself into...?' The next morning at work, you hid behind your desk, editing the pictures to enhance the quality but you made less adjustments until the desired color, tint, tone, and sharpness. Meanwhile your cousin, who is your senior at work, printed her documents as she sipped her coffee. You sat there and tiredly look at the computer screen while clicking the mouse as you listened to Silent Oath for how long on loop. You let out a long sigh until someone knocked on your cubicle, which you considered as a wall to hide yourself while working. You look up to see who's knocking and it's the front desk manager and your boss, who is your aunt during off-duty. "What brings you two here?" You raised your brow and asked your aunt. She answered, "You have a visitor." That's quite unusual. "If it's someone from my former alma mater then shoo them away." You replied and return to face your work. "Actually, it's important and urgent because they really wanted to see you." Your aunt said that you clicked a few times and put the computer screen to sleep and sighed. You pushed the swivel chair backwards to give yourself space to move and stand on your feet. "Fine..." You left your desk and went to the main entrance of the agency building. Just as you left the main office, your cousin looked at your walking figure disappearing as you turned the corner and raised her brow as she looked at her mother and asked her, "You didn't tell her who, didn't you?" "Well, her visitor prefers seeing her in person because he wanted to talk to her alone." She answered and crossed her arms. She looked at her daughter and smirked, "Let's give her some alone time, shall we?" On your way to the lobby, you hummed the song that never left your mind ever since the day started and curiously thought of who your visitor might be. You hoped that it's not an admirer or stalkers who came to see your co-workers. You wished that all of those will stop but that can't be helped when you're at the modeling agency. Of course, you worked at a modeling agency so this happened often. You arrived at the lobby and look around to see who's looking for you but there was none. You sighed in relief. You wouldn't know who'll be at the lobby wanting to see you. You hoped it's not someone from your previous alma mater or someone you met from work. "Nice to meet you, (Name)." Or so you thought... The moment you turn around to see who called you, you saw Izumi Sena, stood there by the counter. His arms are crossed while leaning on the counter on his shoulder. His cold gaze stared into your eyes that you froze. You could feel how cold it is the moment your eyes gazed back at his. You avoided his stare that your eyes trailed on the leather strap on his shoulder. Your name engraved on the leather strap became visible to you that you realized that he came here to return your camera. You held your breath and your hands began to shake in fear. From the other exit to the lobby, your aunt and cousin sneaked behind to the counter listened to your conversation with Izumi in silence. "Why are we here?" Your cousin whispered to her mother and she only shushed her and pointed up, meaning that they'll listen to them for a while. "No greetings? You don't have manners at all, do you?" He asked as his stare became a little sharp and his aura became colder to the point that it reached absolute zero. You gulped down and stuttered out, "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." You fiddled your thumbs and look down to avoid his stare once again and greeted him back. "N-Nice to meet you too, Mr. Sena..." "What is Izumi doing...?!" Arashi whispered out her yells when she wore a disguise and hid behind the newspaper she held. "Secchan is scaring her... Should we help him?" Ritsu yawned as he rested his head on Arashi's shoulder and napped. "It's better to leave him like that." Tsukasa, who seemed done with his seniors' shenanigans just groaned quietly and glanced at Izumi for a moment. You heard him sigh. He held the leather strap and removed the camera off of him. You felt the camera on your hands and held your camera as it landed on your hands. He placed the leather strap on your neck and on your shoulders, making you wearing it. "You left this yesterday at the studio," He said, softly and put a hand on his pocket. "I wanted to tell you that I'm returning your camera but you ran away before I could tell you." You held your breath at what he said. You bowed down from your waist and apologized profusely. "I-I'm sorry...! I didn't mean to do that! I-I just... er..." He annoyingly sighed, "Look up, will you?" You immediately straighten your back and apologized again. "I'm sorry..." "There's no need to apologize," He said and paused for a moment. "I'm just returning it to you. Nothing more, nothing less." "S-Still... I wanted to apologize for being a bother..." You held your camera tight as you apologized. "I-If you'll excuse me, I have to go." You left the lobby and returned to the office, still scared at the fact that Izumi came all the way here to return the camera to you and you thought that became a bother to him. A sigh was heard at the seats at the lobby. Arashi folded the newspaper in half and in fourths, while glaring at Izumi. "You messed it all up, big time." "Well, what am I supposed to say when she acted like a cornered mouse?" Izumi retorted and crossed his arms again. "I didn't mean to scare her Naru." Ritsu yawned and commented at Izumi, "This is why Izumi Sena, who often went to Florence and return to Japan for work, doesn't get any dating experience or observing a couple there at Italy and ended up scaring a girl who worked at a modeling agency as a photographer." Arashi raised her brow at the ravenette's words and commented, "Says you, who often clinged at your childhood friend and scaring him by biting him on the neck with your fangs. You don't have any dating experience either, Ritsu." Ritsu retorted and snickered, "Also you, Naru. You don't have any dating experience either." "At least I shared it with Mika." Arashi smirked and Ritsu was left speechless. Tsukasa snickered and his two seniors glanced at him and the garnet-haired remained quiet, for he has no dating experience either. The three idols in the lobby just sighed at the fact that they have no dating experience or talk to girls normally other than Anzu. Arashi lit up and a light bulb popped out of her head. "Should we ask Hiyori or Kaoru on how to talk to girls?" Everyone turned their heads on Arashi and nodded. They looked back at Izumi and Tsukasa asked him, "Don't you have an appointment with the boss of the agency today at nine?" Arashi facepalmed and remembered that she and Izumi have an appointment with your boss. "Ah, right..." "That's my cue to leave~" Your aunt whispered to her daughter and sneaked out of the front desk and quickly walked back to her office. "That woman..." She clenched her fist while looking at her mother walking away from the exit of the front desk counter.

You tried to focus on your work but your mind still wandered back to Izumi. You felt like crying right now because you're too scared to face him again. You tried to breathe and calm yourself down but nothing worked. You covered your face with your hands and held your tears. You were about to cry until your phone buzzed and a notification popped up on your lock screen. Bossy Mom: Come here at the office right now. Daughter of Mischief: For what reason>:)))) Bossy Mom: I have something to show you. You took your phone on the table and messaged them. Cat Lover: Why do you need us to come to your office? Don't you have an appointment with someone? Bossy Mom: More like there's two of them. I forgot to tell you two. Daughter of Mischief: I'm here at the door. That better not beASDFGHJKL OMG YOU DID JUST NOT Daughter of Mischief: (NAME) COME HERE YOU GOTTA SEE THIS You rolled your eyes and left your desk as you strutted your way to the boss' office, your aunt's office. The way your cousin typed in caps made you think that something is interesting and surprising to her but that made your stomach churn when you felt something bad. As you reached the door, you sighed out and knocked on the door. You turned the knob and opened the door, revealing yourself, looking annoyed. "Pardon the intrusion! If there is something you want to tell me, my dear cousin and aunt, please elaborate—" Your words cut off the moment violet and blue eyes stared at you. You froze at the door and slowly closed it, letting out a creak. Just before you could close the door shut, someone from the other side stopped you from doing so by grabbing your hand and dragged you in. They closed the door shut and locked the door from the inside of the room. "What the—" You were thrown by someone from your arm and you hit a soft wall— more like someone's chest and held you in place to maintain your balance. You heard a chuckle and you could recognize who it is. "My, of all things she could bump in to is actually Izumi~" "Naru, will you tone that down?" His arms still holding you and you backed away when you realized who. Your back bumped into someone's chest and hugged you from behind. "Long time no see, Little (Name)~" Arashi cooed and hugged you tight. It's been years since someone called you with that nickname. You realized that it's someone you knew in the past. "Rashi?" You called her in a questioning tone and she hummed. You hugged her back and squealed, "I miss you! I couldn't recognize you because you seem different from before!" "I didn't know you're also an alumnus at Yumenosaki..." She sighed and hugged you tight yet firm. "I called you Little (Name) in the past but I didn't expect that you'll be my upperclassman." "And I didn't expect Rashi will be one of my underclasswomen. You're so tall that I could reach you when I'm on my toes~" You giggled as you cupped her cheeks and squished it. Izumi was aghast at your interaction with Arashi. You seemed different from earlier when you acted all shy and scared towards him but acting all friendly when it comes to Arashi and annoyed towards your cousin, who is your senior at work and your aunt, who is your boss at work. His mouth slightly open agape, flabbergasted. You let go of Arashi but she still held you close as her arms clinged on your waist and asked her, "How did you know that it's me, Rashi?" "I saw a childhood photo of you and your cousin at your boss' desk." She chuckled and answered in response as she pointed at the picture frame on the desk. She squished your cheeks with both hands and smiled. "You look more pretty than the last time I saw you. What a glow up." "Hehe... Rashi~" You giggled and smiled at her, making her smile brighten up like the sun. Izumi recovered from shock and blurted out, "So that girl who we thought that is younger than us is actually her?" Izumi pointed at you and Arashi and your aunt nodded. Arashi answered as she clinged on to you like how you cling on her in the past. "She came to our photoshoot in the past and played with her at the garden remember? She's a young model back then but she stopped playing with us when she moved away." "And now, our little princess is back with us again~!" Arashi squeezed you and nuzzled her cheek on yours. You giggled, feeling overwhelmed at the affection Arashi gave you. "Rashi... quit calling me little... am I that small in your perspective...?" "Too small that I could fit you in my pocket like your little Nyaitsu~" She gave your cheek a big smooch and pulled away. Her lipstick left a mark on your cheek and let go of you. Izumi scoffed and clicked his tongue. "Tch. Would you please stop being touchy towards her? It irks me." Arashi gave him a smug look and smirked, "Jealous? I can give her more kisses than you are, Izumi. Should I give her more for you?" Izumi's eye twitch that he began to fume with anger but never revealed it right in front of you or anyone else in the office but Arashi knew that he is indeed jealous. Your aunt cleared her throat to catch everyone's attention and everyone in her office all turn to face her. "Since everyone is already here, I have an announcement to make." "(Name), you're going to be Knights' photographer for a year. You'll be moved to Ensemble Square for a collaboration project with Knights and YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped at the announcement and Arashi squeezed you and squealed. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Why me? I'm not a professional photographer and I'm just a junior..." "Well, that's because your talents in photography were proven and revealed to someone," She answered and let out a sly smirk. "From someone who returned your camera and told me about it." Your face went pale and shifted your gaze to look at Izumi, who avoided looking at you by facing away from you. Arashi snickered and let out a chuckle. "Actually, not just him." You sighed out, "Rashi..." She chuckled as she swayed while hugging you close. "I'm sorry... I wanted to avoid it but I can't help it..." "(Name), you're no longer a junior anymore," Your aunt said as she softly smiled. "You immersed yourself alongside your senior while she's working and you observed her in every detail. In this level, you could be a professional due to your camera handling skills. A camera can only be tamed by talented hands and yours are born natural because an expert taught you carefully from scratch." "Because of that, you'll be promoted as a senior photographer but you still have less experience in working with an another professional so I guess that this could be a good opportunity for you to work with someone. Not to mention, you have former colleagues who can guide you to the entertainment industry while you're learning step by step." You couldn't say anything at this announcement that your aunt told you. It made you fall silent and nearly faint for holding your breath as you listened. You blinked twice and nodded. Izumi stared at you. His gaze softened as he looked at you. He wanted to act the same as how Arashi did to you but he couldn't. He only stood there and look away, hiding his sadness behind his annoyed expression.

W/N:

I hate him (affectionately). just wait for next year and watch me cringe after i read this.

#written by herri #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #izumi sena x reader #sena izumi x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #izumi sena #sena izumi

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warlocks-and-phoenixes · 1 year

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I posted 183 times in 2022

That's 183 more posts than 2021!

44 posts created (24%)

139 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 181 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#minecraft diaries - 143 posts

#lmfao - 55 posts

#pretty art - 30 posts

#garroth ro'meave - 28 posts

#aphmau shala’shaska - 24 posts

#aphverse headcanons - 23 posts

#mystreet - 19 posts

#aphmau - 16 posts

#writing - 15 posts

#zane ro'meave - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#jess could’ve at least made it like dante was threatening aph and their greatest fear is her being in danger as they’re helpless to stop it

My Top Posts in 2022:

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APHTOBER DAY 4: JURY

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APHTOBER DAY 6: DEARLY DEPARTED

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Twi’s Headcanons: The Aphmau Multiverse

So, two days ago I had a sudden idea to make the photo below, explaining all of my HCs of how the universe/dimensions/multiverse worked. I then spent an obscene amount of time in the middle of the night and the next day making it, and I decided it’d be cool to share it here instead of just discord (for once. I really love hc posts but I never get around to them usually unless prompted) (this post is 1666 words long oh boy)

Under the cut is a transcription of all the text in case it’s hard to read, along with my HCs concerning the Divine Dimensions specifically, as well as an explanation of the “inter-universal breach” in the bottom-left with VOID: Paradox’s universe. I think everything below explains enough, but feel free to ask if there’s anything else you’d like to know!

(Tumblr ate the quality so click on the photo to make it look better)

A Guide to the Aphmau Multiverse (As Headcanoned by Twilight)

Basic Info:

The Multiverse Itself: Every large purple circle is a universe. A singular universe may have many different dimensions inside of it, some being unique, but all of them have the fundamentals of life: a form of Material Universe, an Astral Weave/Garden, Gateway/Door of Judgment, and Aether/Afterlife.

The Universal Barrier//The Void: The Barrier is an infinite abyss of nothingness that separates each universe. If the Barrier is broken in any way (an object or being traveling between universes), the best way to describe its reaction would be like that of an immune system overreacting to some viruses; it begins attacking itself in the goal of destroying the threat. In such an event, The Void; an unstoppable parasitic force of nature, is released into all universes involved in the breach, essentially killing/destroying the entire universe and then resetting it completely.

The Dimensions within the the MCD/MS Universe:

Mortal Plane//Known Galaxy//Material Universe (including Earth): The world of Diaries, PDH/PDD, and Mystreet.

The Nether//Shad The Destroyer’s Dimension: the equivalent of Hell in Divine mythology, though Judgment does not actually send anyone there of their own accord. [Reached from the Mortal Plane via unstable ritual magic; Connected to the Astral Garden via Shad’s interference in the natural cycle of life/death.]

Astral Weave: Where the threads of reality weave together to create souls in preparation for the birth of a new being. [Unreachable to living or dead beings]

Astral Garden: Purgatory/where souls go after death and before Judgment. [Unreachable to living beings; Connected to the Nether via Shad’s interference in the natural cycle of life/death.]

Door of Judgment: The gateway into the Afterlife [Unreachable to living beings]

The Aether//Afterlife: The equivalent of Heaven in Divine mythology. [Unreachable to living beings]

Yggdrasil: An Alternate Dimension home to the humanoid race known as Elves. The majority prefer to keep their existence mostly unknown to Humans, but they have established a permanent link between dimensions in the Arctic Mountains of Earth. [Reachable via portal created by Elven sorcery in the Arctic area of Earth]

Wyvern Realm: An alternate Dimension home to the intelligent draconic race known as Wyverns. [Reached from the Mortal Plane via unstable ritual magic]

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Twi’s Headcanons II: The Region of Ru’aun

After making that last post about the multiverse, it only seemed right that I also do one exploring my own map of Ru’aun, its history, and its politics. It’s also definitely needed in order to understand the other non-canon places in my rewrite, so without further ado:

(Oh shit it’s 3.5k words this time lmao. Also Tumblr ate the quality again so click on the photos)

(NOTE: The in-universe calendar used in various places here counts upwards from the birth of Irene. In my version season 1 takes place 482 years after the divine, and season 3 is 500 years later, not 900. AI stands for “After Irene” and BI means “Before Irene”. Comparable to BC & AD)

Khasia & Scalesia:

[Pronounced kah-sia and skay-lee-sia (sia as in ‘Asia’)]

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The time for Narrator posting on main is now. Here's my sweet darling baby boy, Jameson! (Make sure to tap/click on these photos for better quality)

Other tidbits about him under the cut!

Has never felt physical contact like a human does, up until he accidentally manifested in Stanley's presence in a human form, after which he got scared and ran away into the cargo bay, nearly slipping off the edge and falling to his doom; Stanley caught him by wrapping an arm around his chest. As expected, this was disastrous. He was NOT a fan of such a constricting hold, and thus immediately started panicking.

Once he got more comfortable with being touched, Stanley gave him his first ever hug (gay!); Absolutely melted into it and didn't want to let go, but had no clue why

Honestly just the king of being touch-starved

Has HORRIBLE memory issues; Forgets parts of the story constantly, some much more major than others

Very small for one of his kind (standing at a mere 5'3 in his human form, 6'0 in his true form. Average height for his kind's true form is roughly in the realm of 8'6-9'0); Essentially what we would call the runt of the litter

Also fairly young, at least from the point of view of someone like him, especially compared to the Curator

Scared to death of being alone; This fear contributed to the loss of his mind during the Skip Button Ending

Doesn't quite understand human holidays, simply knows of their existence

Has never actually personally seen a human other than Stanley, and it would probably be utterly DISASTROUS if he ever did

True form possesses a total of ten arms; The four out of his head, and then six proper ones out of his torso

Used to write novels a lot, doesn't anymore after the Parable came to be

Might talk about him more later, might not, but for now, this is My Boy and I cherish him deeply.

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp narrator

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webmedialiteracy · 1 year

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Articles, videos and other forms of content can generate large amounts of money for the websites that host these pieces. Most of their income comes from clicks on advertisements, so the more people who visit their sites, the better chances they have of boosting ad revenue. This feedback loop has led many publishers to lean on false information to drive traffic.

The threshold for making believable fake news has fallen as well. A conspiracy theorist, for example, can create a web page using a professional template with high-quality photos in just a few clicks. Once the content has been added, sharing it on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and other platforms requires even less effort.

These misinformation and fake-news campaigns amplify and circulate through false digital accounts using automated programs known as bots that use certain keywords to influence and impact conversations among like-minded clusters of people. The results can foment discord on hot-button Canadian policy issues — like immigration and refugees — possibly disrupting election outcomes.

Generating anxiety and undermining truth

Canadians are expressing anxiety about the social impact of fake news, with 70 per cent fearing it could affect the outcome of a federal election. The Pew Research Center warns that fake news may even influence the core functions of the democratic system and contribute to “truth decay.”

Dubious and inflammatory content can undermine the quality of public debate, promote misconceptions, foster greater hostility toward political opponents and corrode trust in government and journalism.

The effects of misinformation have been evident throughout the COVID-19 epidemic, with many citizens confused as to whether a mask will decrease the chances of spreading the infection. Similar tactics are being levelled against Black Lives Matter protesters, such as labelling them all as rioters when videos and photos show most behaving peacefully.

Conspiracy theories about the “Chinese virus,” amplified by politicians in Canada and the U.S., have fanned the flames of anti-Asian sentiments following the spread of COVID-19. Data from law enforcement and Chinese-Canadian groups has shown an increase in anti-Asian hate incidents in Canada since the start of the COVID-19 pandemic.

Who and how to trust

Aside from a few social media platforms that identify misleading content and provide a brief explanation, most information online or in print can appear factual. So how can we figure out which sources to trust?

As a sociologist who focuses on critical media studies, I formed focus groups and collected input from my students to create a resources to guide readers through identifying fake news. While regulation and legislation are part of the solution, experts agree we must take swift action to teach students how to seek verification before acting on fake news.

In my findings, students identified several reasons why media outlets post or re-publish fake news, including making mistakes, being short-staffed, not fact-checking and actively seeking greater viewership by posting fake news.

The students pointed to holistic media literacy and critical thinking training as the best responses. This finding runs counter to the tactics currently used by publishers and tech companies to label or “fact-check” disputed news.

One student summarized this mindset best: “As citizens and consumers, we have a responsibility to be critical. Don’t accept stories blindly. Hold those in power responsible for their actions!”

Getting multiple perspectives is a great way to expand our digest of viewpoints. Once we can see a story from more than one angle, separating truth from falsehood becomes much simpler.

At this point, I transitioned from recording perceptions of fake news to determining how to identify it. Providing students with information about the nature and agendas of fake news, in an immersive format, seemed to be a key step in engaging and cultivating their critical literacy capabilities. Information delivery was a key consideration.

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chanbacong2419 · 1 year

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Comics can teach readers how to identify fake news

Dealing with fake news

Fake news is an increasingly pressing problem. In fact, a 2019 poll found 90 per cent of Canadians reported falling for false information online.

Research indicates people create misinformation for two primary reasons: money and ideology.

Generating anxiety and undermining truth

Who and how to trust

One student summarized this mindset best: “As citizens and consumers, we have a responsibility to be critical. Don’t accept stories blindly. Hold those in power responsible for their actions!”

Getting multiple perspectives is a great way to expand our digest of viewpoints. Once we can see a story from more than one angle, separating truth from falsehood becomes much simpler.

#Media Literacy 2023

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eyes-talks-ocs · 2 years

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Whumptober '22

Day 2. Nowhere To Run

-cornered -caged

Character/Setting: Macaw from my project 'Social Throwaways'. Diving into details of his past.

TW?: physical abuse, drugged, kidnapped, minor whumpee (he's 11 when his life turned to hell).

Just a little deep dive into why Macaw is as screwed up as he is. He has not had an easy life.

@whumptober-archive

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(These are just drabble so it's rough writing. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!)

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"So. Do you have the boy?" Otto asked the man impatiently. Tapping the head of his cane like a typewriter.

"Sí, come down with me to the garage." The man waved for Otto to follow him.

Together they walked to the basement level of this warehouse. There was a car pulled through the doors of the underground loading dock. The unloading room lit by shotty fluorescent lights. The buzz mummed through the air with flickering from a ballast going out on a few of them. It irritated Otto to no end, but replacing the lights down here was near the bottom of his to do list. But he made the mental note to move it's place on the list. He'd be spending more and more time down here now that he had a new prize.

"I invested a good fortune into this. I better like what I see. Shitty flip phone pictures didn't impress me much. You guys couldn't do anything better? You could have gotten less grainy photos with a potato." Otto growled. "Out of the lot, he looked like the best one from what I could tell though." He sighed.

"I promise. The boy is good. Good quality." The man went to the trunk, holding the keys between his figures when suddenly he felt a rod of metal jammed between his shoulder blades. He heard the unmistakable click most people know to fear.

"This kid better speak English. I'm not going to play around with some broken English runt or something that can't even communicate with me. You guys were so helpful and never posted on the lot what origin anyone was." Otto dug the gun deeper into his back. Forcing him to buckle over the truck of the car.

"Ey, ey, ey! The kid speaks English. We've had him for a week before you bought him. He's literate, can read and write. We also got him vetted. He's healthy. We even gave him a round of vaccinations and a shot of antibiotics just for good measure and to make sure he's up to date on medical to ensure we're delivering a healthy product to our clients." The man said, winded as he was forced against the back of the car.

"Good." Otto rehomed the revolver and let the man stand straight. "Now get on with it. Show me the child."

The man collected himself, then unlocked and popped the trunk. Inside was a young boy. Bound at the wrists and ankles by zip ties. The clothes he wore didn't look like they were actually his. Baggy and trying to slip off his shoulder in his hunched position.

"He's sedated right now so he wouldn't cause a ruckus back here while we brought him over. He should be out of it for a bit. Shouldn't give you much trouble tonight." The man petted the kid's blonde hair.

Otto eyed, studying the lifeless kid in front of him. "How are his manners?"

The man hesitated for a brief moment to think. "He's still pretty shaken. He's panicky, but nothing too hard to deal with or correct. He calms down pretty okay."

"Well, I suppose he better get comfortable real quick. I don't like whining." Otto cocked his head. "Alrighty, bring him over here." Otto started walking away towards the other end of the warehouse floor. To a large maintenance closet that sat under the concrete stairs leading back up the fire escape.

He took out a ring of keys and unlocked the door. The other man lifted the kid out of the trunk and gently carried him over. Otto entered the room once the man caught up to him. He pulled the string for the light for the dusty room.

It looked like it was recently cleaned out, but not really cleaned spotless. Just enough to make it presentable. The now empty shelving had cobwebs and where things once sat, left their vacant shadows in the thick dust. What looked like a large dog bed was on the floor in the center of the narrow long room. A blanket sat folded on it.

"Put him down here." Otto said and tapped the dog bed with his cane.

The man nodded and rested the boy on it. He was surprised to see that the bed was actually new, and not once used by a mangy mutt. The child stirred a bit as he felt the arms and body set him down.

So foggy. He tried to will himself awake, but his eyes were just too heavy. He could hear muffled voices. One he recognized. The Hispanic man that had been his company for the past few days, but the other sounded so foreign to him.

Otto walked over to the boy, holding a chain. One that was connected to a wire cable tied to the radiator at the back of the room. He knelt and snaked the chain around the neck of the child on the floor. He cinched it tight, just loose enough to get a single finger through, then locked the links together with a padlock. With a good yank on the cable to make sure it was snug. He drew a knife then cut the zip ties holding the kid's feet together. But he kept the ones restraining the kid's wrists.

"That ought to do it for now." Otto said to himself. Pleased. "I'm satisfied so far. You can leave now." Otto said back up at the man.

"Alright. It was a pleasure doing business." He bowed his head in respect then proceeded to leave Otto with his new toy.

Otto watched the boy lay there, stirring every so often. He decided to see if the boy would wake. He was inpatient in wanting to meet his investment.

He sat down and propped the child up, shaking him a bit and holding him steady sitting up. The boy seemed to resist the jostling and pushed back a little, irritated to be bothered like that.

"C'mon boy. Wake up." Otto said quietly as he continued to try and get him to open his eyes consciously.

Finally he did. Groggy, he looked around and scanned the room. Still really out of it and barely understanding what was going on around him. His surroundings were new, but no less better than what he had been in. Except here was quiet. No chattering. No shouting. No screaming. "What's going on?" He asked. His voice almost inaudible, but panic was starting to boil as he started looking around the room more frantically.

"You're new home." Otto replied next to the kid. The kid jumped to the side at Otto's presence. Instantly jerking the chain placed around his neck. He stared into Otto's face as he clawed at the new collar with his bound hands.

Then, he just started crying. Terrified of what was happening. "Where's Raúl?" Were the only words he could muster.

Otto sighed, "you won't be seeing him again, he was only taking care of you for the time being. Now hush. It's going to be alright."

He shook his head and just started clawing at the chain again, getting more and more riled up the more he started panicking. He was thrown in yet another new place with new people. He didn't even remember getting here, or how he got here. Everything was still thick like honey as he tried to make sense of the situation with missing details. One part of him was trying to tell him to go back to sleep, the other telling him to try and run or fight. "I wanna go home. I want my mom" The kid breathed through his sobbing.

"This is your home now. It might seem scary right now, but trust me. You're in some of the safest hands here. As long as you listen and behave. I'll be able to give you more than your mother ever could." Otto tried reassuring the scared boy.

But he didn't quite buy it, he just sat there trembling, still trying to make sense of it all.

"What's your name? Mine's Otto." The man asked. Trying to make small talk to calm him down.

The child eyed him. Everything in him told him not to give the man his name. He just sat there thinking it over. What he should do, what he shouldn't do. Before he could think any longer the words left his mouth, "Dustin. My name is Dustin."

"It's nice to finally meet you." Otto said, then took out his knife once more.

Dustin froze at the sight of it as Otto brought it towards him. His only reaction was to close his eyes, cower and brace for what was going to happen.

Otto took the boy's hands from him, and cut the final zip ties. Freeing his hands as a reward. "Lay back down and get some rest." Otto stood up. "You've had an eventful day."

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yaoipaddlestar · 2 years

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OK SO EVERYONE

I finished reading Educated by Tara Westover (...a while ago. I just never posted this lol) and it is absolutely magnificent. Such a powerful memoir. Her life is really, really unconventional (that's an understatement btw) and not in a good way. >_>

Reading Tara's development and growth outside of her bubble, and her struggles with family, imposter syndrome, and her own self worth were both deeply moving and something I resonated a lot with.

Her relationship with her dad was something in particular that I connected the most with. Just bad dad things!

Westover's writing is both very reflective and very succinct. I love her writing and it's definitely what makes her story so impactful.

Some of my favourite excerpts under the cut! (Spoiler warning, if it wasn't already implied)

Apologies for the quality of some of these! I'm literally just taking pictures of the pages as I read them. Click for better quality!

If you know anything about me (it's implied earlier in this post lol) you can guess why I like this. Context not super needed, the last paragraph is what I like. If you want it, clarification is that her older brother, Shawn, cracked her neck bc it was so stiff she couldn't move it.

This is one of those moments that just made my jaw drop. Nothing particularly poetic that drew me to it, it's just kind of crazy to read and realise this actually happened to her.

This moment is after Tara took her brother to a hospital when he got in an accident. Her parents, being devoutly religious Mormons and distrusting the government, wanted Tara to bring Shawn home to their mother could treat him with various oils and herbs. Tara did not, and she is grappling with the shame of not following the wishes of (primarily) her father.

This is about Tara reflecting on her journal entries after a particularly bad moment of abuse from her brother, Shawn (yes same Shawn from earlier). She's reflecting about how she chose not to let herself be gaslit (or rather, admit that she doesn't trust Shawn as he attempts to gaslight her).

You can probably guess but this is about Tara watching her father's presumed last moments (he does not die). The part where she talks about expecting some grand resolution to their conflicts (and realizing she won’t get one) struck me a lot. Not going to overshare too much but oh boy if that’s not one of my biggest fears in the whole fucking world!

Those three excerpts were all separate but focus on Tara's imposter syndrome and anxieties, so I'm just grouping them. She goes through much of it as she goes through college. I think context can be gathered.

Another one about Tara and her father. In this scene, Tara's father visited her at college to and coax her into "forgiving" her brother for abusing her (which is to say, pretend it never happened). Her family believes that Tara has been bewitched by a devil or something and that's why she is acting "like this." I resonate a lot with the last line. My father is not a religious sort of man, much less like Tara's, but the idea of her father wanting to "cast" her out rings very true to me and my own experiences. No need to explain further than that lol >_>

This is another one. Tara is visiting her family for the last time and realising that she needs to make a choice about her future (by cutting them off) lest she doom herself to the same life she'd lived thus far. Again, the very last lines are what speak to me.

And that's the photo limit so I can't post more. Maybe in a reblog if I ever feel up to it. Tara talks a good bit about her experiences learning about the truth or her family circumstances and the world around her (she didn't learn about things like the Holocaust or the Civil Rights Movement until she was 17.) Her ability to reflect on her past and tell this story is so incredible. The writing is amazing, the "story" is unbelievable, and Tara is such a strong woman that there's nothing about this memoir that I don't adore. Definitely one of my favourite books I've ever read. Could not possibly recommend it enough.

#my post.#Educated #Tara Westover #reading #book

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leftbrainlawofattraction · 2 years

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#255 Accept one possibility. Creation starts with making one choice from all the possibilities you think you have. Like choosing who you will marry. Once you decide you want something, creation is set in motion. If you jump around to multiple possibilities, nothing will ever be created to completion. Decide what you want, accept it as the perfect possibility and act toward it. Have you decided what you want your life to be?

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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Mini thirst here uwu. I just need more Bonten Mikey and his executives in my life. Sorry if this is OOC.

Tw: I attempt to write. Suggestive stuff??, jealous possessive Mikey and the boys

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You should dress for the job you want, not the one you have, right? Absolutely nothing inappropriate, right?

Well, working for Bonten as an assistant to the boss and his executives is a bit trickier. Sure, you wear appropriate blouses, pencil skirts, heels, etc. No matter though, the executives compliment you when you wear something they seem to like. Even Mikey lets out a compliment or two now and then, making you feel giddy. Thanks the great pay that comes with the position, your clothing has improved in quality and taste quite a bit.

That also applies to your undergarments. You’ve splurged on a few (many) lingerie sets that cost enough for a months rent. It’s your greatest secret pleasure, taking pictures of yourself in the absolutely lovely little sets. For you and no one else to enjoy. Your pictures won’t ever see the light of day, or so you thought.

One particular day, you received a text in the group chat requesting a photo of a specific painting that hung in Mikey’s office. Without thinking, you snapped a photo, and on autopilot, clicked around and sent it to the group. Not even a minute passed when your phone started buzzing like crazy. In a hurry, you unlocked and saw what was causing the buzz.

It was a picture of you in the white lingerie set you purchased last week. It was barely there material …so nothing was left to the imagination.

OH. FUCK.

The executives quickly showered you with compliments that started out sweet, and quickly getting more and more sexual in tone. Not to mention the separate texts they all sent you, with little emoticons or asking who the pictures were for. Did you have a boyfriend they didn’t know about? Jealousy clouded their minds.

OH FUCK. PLEASE NO.

The phone kept buzzing, with the men now discussing what else you’d look better in, without even taking note of your presence there anymore. A man hunt was being planned to find the (imaginary) bastard that was getting “treated” so nicely. Messages kept going off, and your cheeks were bright red. You wanted to die. Please god, you begged.

But god, laughing at you, sent you something even worse your way.

Mikey’s number appeared on your screen. Trembling, you answered the phone. Well. There goes your head. At least you won’t die of the embarrassment anymore.

“H-Hello…sir? How may-“

“That pretty face of yours looks so innocent. I’m going to punish you for sending pictures to my men, all dressed like that. I don’t like being made fun of.”

“S-Sir it was a mistake, please- I didn’t do it for them!“

“Then who was it for? A lover we don’t know about? Don’t you know you belong me to and Bonten alone? If there is a man in your life, you’re going to tell us where he is.”

“Eh? No! I don’t have a boyfriend! I just-“

“I will be back at headquarters in an hour. You can explain yourself to us there.”

“Us…? As in-“

“Yes. All of us.” The phone went dead. You hung your head, cheeks still hot.

All this because you just wanted pictures in cute underwear.

BEFSUSUSJS THE END 🤣🙈

Gosh i could just imagine the horror of sending the wrong pic 😭 that's like one of my fears too but lucky y/n 😩 getting compliments from Bonten and possibly get shared around 👀👀 fuck what a way to go indeed 😌 thank u for this bby 🥺💖

#answers✨#minors don't look #shooo

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kyberbonsai · 2 years

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Beidou’s Tinder pic if she didn’t have a wife (immediately followed by a photo of her holding up Haishan’s head, I imagine)

(Click for better quality 🎣)

[ID: A digital drawing of Beidou from Genshin Impact. She has tan skin covered in scars, long brown hair in a messy bun, a red eyepatch and red eyes. She is wearing a checkered shirt, fishing waders and a hat that reads “women want me / fish fear me”. The background is a picture of Guyun Stone Forest taken from the Alcor. End ID]

#Beidou #Uncrowned Lord of the Ocean #Genshin impact #Genshin impact art #Babe #Baedou #Beidou Genshin #my art #Kyber Bonsai #my beloved #for the background I slapped a picture I took #Can't believe I haven't done Beiguang yet #soon maybe

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doubleoh7q · 3 years

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Okay look I KNOW I’m an agent, but c’mon guys! SPECTRE’s logo was cooler… (curse those arms though… couldn’t write straight for the life of me) 😂

For the Prompt Table: Poetry - Calligram

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Poem in uhhh normal? form under the cut 👇

FEAR US

Fear us

We do not hide

We are the terrors in plain sight

The devil you think you know

But you don’t

How could you?

We are the light that hides the stars

The music that covers the gun shot

The siren that sings over the screams

We are the terrors in plain sight

See us and know

We are death and incarnate

The builders of bombs

We left the candle burning

The stove burning

We plugged the exhaust

Pulled the scaffold loose

We took the structure of life

Of government and liberty

And threw it on the housefire

We will take and take

Until you realise

There is nothing to fight for

So fear us

There is nothing else to do

No one you can save

Or be saved by

There is only fear

And death

So fear us.

Fear us.

(P.S am I doing this right? I saw like two calligram examples and was just like “octopus!” And ran with it.)

#007 Fest 2021 #Team 00 #DoubleOh7Q Writes #calligram #poetry #SPECTRE #Prompt Tables 2021 #Poetry Prompt Table

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cupcakes-and-pain · 2 years

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[Photo ID: a digital drawing of a very small character in the palm of someone’s hand. The small person has short, messy dark brown hair, warm brown skin, and a green shirt. He is holding a tiny red blanket around himself. He appears very frightened and upset, and is squeezing his eyes shut in fear. The hand holding him has medium brown skin. The background is a blurred picture of a large stone water fountain and a forest beyond that. End of ID]

I drew a lovely wingless fairy boy! He belongs to @kim-poce and his name is Flamo and I love him dearly. Here he is being held by Tom after being found in the fountain by them and their sibling, Tim. Since the poor baby doesn’t have wings, he’s at the mercy of these equally terrified humans. It’s a great series and I highly recommend it to anyone interested in non human whumpees or misunderstandings in whump.

(Click for better quality, tumblr has eaten all the detail. Not that there was that much to begin with, but still)

#whump #whump art #art #digital art #fantasy whump #tiny whumpee #non human whumpee #fear #mine #uh idk what to tag this #i feel like i’m missing something #uhhh….#reluctant caretaker #at least that’s where it feels like the series is headed although I could be totally wrong

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kamilah-the-bloodqueen · 3 years

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Chapter I: The Detective

Notes: I have decided that I am going to rewrite my Mafia AU with (hopefully) better quality overall (plot, exposition, character development, angst, slowburn, etc). If not for the sake of better quality - then let’s just say it’s for my own entertainment and I’ll select a different name for this AU. I am still working on ‘Remember Me’ and ‘The Cafe’ which are also 2 AUs I have in the works in addition to the dozens of one-shots and fic requests I also am working on - this AU just came to my mind and it’s flowing really well so I’m writing it now. I’ll put the rest of my rambling in the tags.

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy Donovan)

Word Count: 2111 (Aiming for 4000+ words per chapter after this one)

Tags: @samanthadalton @cloud9in @shows-simp-card @alleycat97 @veenast @maskedalienfreak (If you’d like to be added/removed please let me know - also specify if you’d only like to be tagged for this series or all my work etc etc.)

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Language, Graphic Concepts, Death (Please be cautious - the theme is pretty dark and some of these chapters will be graphic so if you feel hesitant at all feel free to skip those chapters - I’ll try to make the story flow even if you do skip them :) )

“Stay with me, don’t leave me please god no please...Ashton...no…” Amy sobbed as she held her dying brother in her arms, his blood spilling onto her white blouse as she held his head close to her heart. She desperately placed a hand over the bullet wound in his chest as tears rolled down her face. Her heart broke with every small gasp that left his paled lips, she cupped his face in an urgent attempt to meet his eyes one last time as she said goodbye to her best friend. “Damn it...you...I love you..I love you okay? I’ve always loved you...god I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry…I...I’m going to avenge you...I swear I will..” She rocked back and forth with his corpse in her arms as the distant sound of police sirens grew nearer and nearer.

“Amy...promise...promise…” Ashton gasped as his body grew colder by the second as blood spurted from his mouth, “promise you’ll live your life for me…” His low voice faded into a whisper and then to silence as police cars pulled up to the heartbreaking scene. Several FBI agents stepped out of their vehicles, most of them moving around the site and keeping their distance from Amy, only one of them stepping towards her as she spoke in a soft whisper.

“I...I promise...Ashton…”

The soft footsteps of the agent stopped behind her as she let out a long shaky breath, her arms gently lowering her brother’s corpse onto the pavement.

“Marco...I...I have to avenge him.” Amy stood with confidence, her sadness replaced by a burning fury that was unparalleled to any anger she had ever felt in her life. Her bloody hands curled into tight fists as she reached for her gun, glocking it and placing it into her messy hidden holster.

“Amy...just...breathe...maybe it’s better for someone else to take this one. We don’t want you to get hurt or to make any rash decisions-” Marco placed his hands in the air as Amy furiously turned to him, her brown eyes burning right through him as she stepped towards him.

“My brother was just killed..no...brutally murdered by the Mafia and you’re telling me I can’t take the case so that I may avenge my brother? You think that I can’t handle this line of work Marco?” Amy’s voice was calm despite her posture, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she let her shoulders relax. “I can assure you, if anyone should take this case, it should be me. I’m young but I’m experienced - I come from a long line of FBI agents and you damn well know I can handle myself in a fight.”

“Well, it’s not my decision to make but I’m sure we can talk to Otto about it. He likes you and he knows you’re effective - I don’t doubt that he’ll let you handle this case...and that’s why I suggested for you not to take it but I suppose you’re also our best agent for the job…” Marco lowered his voice as Amy sighed with a soft chuckle, her soft eyes meeting his before she began walking towards the black jeep.

“Marco, if you thought I was a driven investigator when it’s not personal...you have no idea what I am capable of when it is personal…” Amy popped the jeep door open and started the engine as Marco frowned through the driver’s window. They exchanged a silent nod of agreement as Amy sped off towards their headquarters while Marco turned back to the bloody scene, letting out a soft whisper as he regained his composure.

“...that’s what I’m afraid of Donovan…”

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Amy parked the jeep in her executive parking space with a screech, as her heavy footsteps rang through the empty garage. She sighed to herself as she approached HQ, making sure her gun had its safety on and that she looked somewhat composed despite her blood stained clothes and obviously puffy eyes. She pushed the doors open as everyone turned to her, their faces stricken with shock and fear as she strided towards Otto’s office.

“Otto.” She threw the door open as a sturdy old man looked up from his disorganized desk, his gaze shifting from shock to empathetic as Amy leaned over with both her hands resting on the desk.

“Donovan I know what you’re going to ask and the case is yours.” Otto met her gaze as Amy let out a sigh of relief, letting her shoulders slump as she seated herself across from the man.

“Thank god, I thought I was going to have to threaten you or something. Do you have the files for me?”

“They’ve already been sent to your office, along with proper equipment, your team debriefing, and a generous amount of funding - so you better be the woman for the job.”

“Perfect, you’re always a step ahead of me when it comes to these types of things Otto.”

“That’s the only way we’d survive Amy. Now, onto more important matters, are you alright darlin? That...when Maria heard the gunshots and the screaming...and then the crying...we...we all knew what was happening. If you need a few days, or even a week or longer before you start...just let us know...no need to jump right to it if you need the time to grieve.” Otto leaned back in his leather chair, his hands gently placed over Amy’s as he scrunched his nose in an attempt to shift his glasses up.

“I appreciate it Otto, but if I’m going to be effective, it’s going to be best to start working now while the tracks are fresh. Can I get Mituso to run diagnostics on any fingerprints on that gun? I doubt we need an autopsy but I don’t mind letting Ashton’s body be studied for a few days before the funeral.”

“Alright Donovan, if you say you’re fine then I believe you. Yes I can get Mistuso to run an Autopsy, why don’t you head to your office to clean yourself up and then debrief. If we get any information we’ll email it to you and let you know, meanwhile if you come to any conclusions on your own about the case, well, you know how to handle it.”

“I’ll see myself out then, thank you Otto.”

Amy softly shut his office door before striding to the elevators and hitting the ‘up’ button. A tall man approached her from behind and placed a firm hand on her shoulders as the elevator dinged upon arrival. She slowly stepped through the doors, her hand hitting the button for the eighth floor as she rested her head on the wall. Once the elevator doors opened she made her way towards her private bathroom, allowing herself to undress and change into a similar outfit, except the blouse, pants, shoes and everything else was black. She sized herself up in the mirror, satisfied in her appearance before she made her way towards her office. The doors opened after she scanned her photo ID and tears rolled down her face as she met the eyes of the man slumped at her desk.

“Jackson...I…” Amy hurried to hug him, knowing it was as hard on him as it was on her.

“Ames...did...did he suffer? Tell me he didn’t suffer…” Jackson’s eyes dripped with tears as Amy held him close.

“I...if he did...I...just don’t think about it Jackson…”

“I loved him. We were all like family, I...god Amy I was going to propose to him and now I’ll never get the chance…”

“Jackson...I’m...I...I’m sorry…”

Tears streamed down their faces as they stood there together, the sound of their sniffles and sobs filling the office before they pulled apart.

“Otto doesn’t usually let someone from my department work in cases like this but...he let me petition and I’m in your squad.”

“Jackson...can...okay…”

“I can handle it Amy. If you’re allowed to work on this case...then I think I should be able to work on it too.”

“Fair point. We need to start now though, despite our grief we’re going to get the best leads while it’s fresh. I want these bastards to pay for what they did with blood.” Amy slammed her fist into the table as Jackson slid her a hefty stack of beige files.

“I assume these are the leads we have right now?”

“Yes, although there’s not as many as there appears to be. We know who killed him, and we know who he works for but the issue is...well...I’ll let you have a look for yourself. I’m going to go talk to Otto about upgrading my rifles, I’m going to need more than a sniper rifle for this case.”

“Alright, call me if you need me later Jackson. I’ll be here all night looking over all of this.”

“Yeah. See you Amy.”

“Jackson?”

“Stay safe out there okay? You’re the last person I’ve got now…”

“You too Amy, I’ll rendezvous with you tomorrow.”

The door clicked shut as Amy rested her head in her hands. She winced softly as all of her physical injuries caught up to her, her legs growing sore from all the chasing, her arms sore from the hand to hand combat, the cuts and bruises on her torso and head finally coming to light as she felt a wave of exhaustion overtake her.

“There ain’t no rest for the wicked.” Amy mumbled to herself as she pulled out her coffee maker and brewed herself a generous portion of coffee. As she finished pouring the coffee, she caught sight of the frame resting on her desk - with a photo of her with her family at the beach. She shortly found herself breaking down after, as she held the frame in her chest, her whole body shaking with anger, sadness, fear and shock as she reminisced on when her family wasn’t all dead. “I...how can I do this…? No...I have to do this...or I have to die trying…”

Amy shakily brought herself to her feet, gently placing the photo back onto her desk as she sipped on her coffee and began scanning the files. There was no question about the assailant, or his employer - it was the level of difficulty that was the issue. Killing a lower level hitman in the mafia was no fuss for the FBI - those targets were messy and unimportant to the mafia, so there was no major backfire after those eliminations. Amy opened the four files that laid on her desk, taking in the four faces that rested within each.

Antonio Santiago

Marksman - Hitman (Level 8)

Description: Male; Strong build with broad shoulders; Brown hair - usually shaggy or slicked back; Right handed; Tends to dress in black and white with a leather jacket; Light Brown eyes

Age: 26

Height: 5’11

Warnings: Typically carries two handguns, a concealed knife, peppery spray, taser and has assault rifles hidden within his vehicles

Total Assassinations: 27

Amy picked up his photo, taking in the face of her brother’s murderer - his description was pretty generic but after taking in the photo Amy knew she’d be able to recognize his nose on the spot.

“It’s crooked, oooh when I get my hands on you Antonio - I’m going to punch you in the nose so fucking hard it’ll be straight. I’ll make sure of it.” Amy calmed herself down, knowing she’d lose her leads if she lost control and didn’t plan accordingly. She closed his file and pushed it aside as she reached for the other person file, waiting to read over the two previous incident cases later.

Kamilah Sayeed

Primary Mafia Arms Dealer and Top Assassin

Description: Female; Lean and Muscular build; Medium length brown hair - either in a ponytail or worn down; Brown eyes; Ambidextrous; Tends to dress in a black or maroon suit with heels

Age: 30

Height: 6’0

Warnings: Carries two concealed handguns at all times; Usually accompanied by two or more discrete bodyguards; UNSAFE TO ENGAGE ALONE; Very skilled in hand to hand combat; Seductive and Flirtatious; Ruthless and Merciless

Total Assassinations: 288

Amy gazed at the woman’s image, captivated by the depth of her eyes as she narrowed her sight. The woman was beautiful, but deadly and Amy knew that.

“It’s always the pretty ones that are psycho…” Amy laughed lightly as she folded the file and collapsed into her chair. She closed her eyes and rested her hands on her desk as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

#kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #kamilah the bloodqueen post #okay so heres the thing is that I really wanted to be able to improve this series #and im not writing it because i dont like the original version #i just think seeing the changes i make is cool as well as how i have changed as a writer #plus this fic had my creative juices flowing #and when i write one fic it usually means my other inspo follows behind #because ill get an idea for a chapter that doesnt fit in the current series so i shift to another #and they all kind of feed into each other which is nice #but if this fic flops then I NEVER POSTED IT AND IT NEVER EXISTED #i swear i dont count notes but it can def hurt my confidence #but tbh its also tumblr and i dont care that much #if that makes any sense #but yes reblogs are appreciated and so are likes and comments make my heart happy #like please give me feedback #what did you like #what didnt you like #what do you want to see #what do you want to see less of #what do you think will happen #i love that shit okay so dont ever feel like im not reading them #also i apologize for such a long wait on my series and fics #i like the inspo to come naturally so it flows better #and i feel like those spontaneous fics do better and are written better than the ones i force myself to write #i do plan to finish all of them #anyways i am also sorry for such a long tag #my god i like to talk a lot #im also thinking of rewriting BB smut and fluff scenes #also gonna rewrite FA with my spins and shit if i can

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