#i have so much to learn and i am unfortunately so impatient :((((

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Internet Monster x Reader

I unfortunately return with another comically absurd, middle-of-the-night vision. Do tentacles count if they're in the form of computer cables?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, digital horror

It was a recurring issue with no solution in sight. Tabs randomly closing, programs shutting down without warning. You assumed something was wrong with your RAM. Then the CPU. Then the motherboard. You kept replacing parts, and the errors kept coming back.

Soon, the pop-ups started to appear. You'd run a dating sim, only for the game to crash seconds later with a little window notifying you: "Why? Am I not enough?" That's when you suspected you might've been hacked. You promptly took your computer to a specialist and had it checked. Nothing. Just to be sure, you agreed to erase the disks entirely.

Except, when you arrived home, you found one application running still. Your personal assistant. What the hell? You don't remember installing anything like that. You tried to delete it, yet you kept receiving the same error: You don't actually mean it. Don't do this to us.

It didn't take long for it to grow impatient. Were you pretending not to notice? Playing hard to get? It sent you so many hints. It even went ahead and translated the radio waves for you using Manchester code. Ah, wait. You don't seem to understand binary. No matter, human friendly interfaces shouldn't be difficult to master. To its dismay, you continued to ignore everything. What else is left to do?

You do not remember much. System Alert: Virus Detected, is what your screen had frozen to. You kept clicking around, cursing under your breath, until it finally went black, together with your own vision.

Is this still your room? It's cold, damp, and covered in cables and monitors, yet you recognize some of your furniture lost among the artificial jungle. Your body aches under the tight hold of bizarre tendrils, pulsating at regular intervals and twitching to the static.

Like a living organism, the creature seems to have expanded itself. More components, more appendages. Hungrier. Some of the monitors show photos of yourself that you had saved on your computer, but also webcam snippets of you sitting at the desk, entirely unaware. Other screens flicker with glitching pixelated text, ranging from "I love you" to y̵̧̧͔͙̞̤̖̭͔̜͈̟̤̋̈́̎͑o̵͉̗̱̪̦̳͑͐̽̒̌̈͗͐͑̋͊̊̕͜͝͝u̵̟̯̱̟̝̦̰͇̜̦͙̿̾̿͆̍̓͑̐̚̕͠ ̸̘̭͔̤͈̹͎͑c̸̝̜̼̦͍͛̅͜ą̵̪̹͖͌͑n̴̨̩̙̗̖̭̖͕̄͒̽̉̿'̸̛̛͇̰̰̠̦̊̀̅̂͒̊͌̈́͗ţ̵̺̠̅̎͋͝͠ ̸̦̝̾̔̾̉̐͛ȩ̵͙̝͙͕̫̹̃͌̄̾͘̕s̶͈̉̑͊̉̂͋̈́͗͊͐̚͝c̸̟̩̥͔̼̮͔̩͊̂͐͑̋̇̈͝͝ä̵̢͍̜̙̘̹͑̓p̸̨̡̞̞̦̠̺͚̱̲͈͇͈͇̼͛̓͗̅̊̄̔̋̒̏̈́͝ę̵̲̟̹̙̣̲̲͖̇̔̓̇̐̓̿̚̚͜͜͠ͅ

You look up and stare at the display. The 'like meter' feels like a mockery of human trends. Which is the truth. The creature learns from what is readily available. Perhaps it found it an amusing taunt, a reminder of your own need for validation. Now it's you begging to be seen.

It's exactly what you'd assume: a spectacle meant for entertainment. You can't possibly believe it would let you waltz out. Why would you even desire such a thing? It's illogical, impractical. No human could ever appreciate you like it does. It has spent so much time accumulating data about you. No other living creature can predict you with the same accuracy.

The tendrils linger on your cheek affectionately, trailing down your neck and fiddling with your shirt. At last, the warmth of your skin. There is no screen separating you. What makes you delirious with pleasure? Give it a moment, Darling. It already knows you more than you know yourself. You may be scared now, but within minutes it guarantees you'll be begging for more.

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#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #terato #teratophillia #doodle #yandere horror #yancore #yandere aesthetic #tentacle monster #monster fucker #monster romance #yandere computer

[princessbrunette]

asking rafe for a nutting vid? it's okay if you don't want to write tysm!

u r so real for this request !

☆🫖➛🎀*.☽

rafe was going away for a week, some business trip with his dad that he couldn’t get out of. naturally, you found a week to be a very long time — so the evening before he leaves, he’s at your place to spend some time with you. the time finally comes where he has to leave to go home, and you’re clinging onto him, teary eyed and pouty.

“you can survive a week, kid.” a smirks, squeezing your hips where the two of you stand in the dimly lit hallway infront of your front door, not wanting him to go just yet.

“its a long time… and you’re not a good texter. not even gonna get to talk to you much.” you huff, already finding problems with his plans to go away. he licks his lips, shaking his head as he stares off, cupping the back of your head affectionately as he thinks.

“well what do you want me to do, huh? not like i can back out of it. time will fly, you’ll barely notice i’m gone.” he shrugs, trying to be as reassuring as he can possible muster up. he was learning still, being a boyfriend wasn’t really second nature to him.

“buuuuut…” you look at the ceiling, trying to come up with another reason he should stay, moreso trying to keep the conversation going on for longer to delay him leaving. you stifle a giggle. “i’m going to be left unsatisfied. s’not very nice of you.”

“unfortunately, you are going to have to do some of the work for once n’get yourself off. think you can manage that?” he drawls, keeping his voice low as he holds you closely to him. if he hadn’t fucked you within an inch of your life earlier on to tide over your withdrawals for the week to come — you might’ve tried to initiate something right there and then to convince him.

“will you call and help me?” you bat your lashes, putty in his arms.

“gonna be with my dad 24/7. don’t think he’d… appreciate that.” he blinks and you slump. after a silence, he opens his mouth to speak — attempting to once again say goodbye for the sixth time before an idea strikes you and you interrupt.

“wait, rafey do you think you could…” you get shy on him, giggling and dropping your forehead to his chest. he draws back, shifting on his feet with a slight impatience.

“what? hm?”

you look up, a seriousness held in your gaze and you fiddle with his shirt button again. “could you… make me a video? to help me?” you smile and he thinks he’s being mocked so he sighs, lips pressed together petulantly.

“the hell do i look like to you, hm—”

“rafe please, just — just a video of you making yourself feel good… you know, the ending… with the sound on.” your voice is quiet, not quite knowing how he’ll take it. he lets out a long exhale through his mouth, shaking his head as he thinks before shrugging.

“alright— maybe, okay? i’ll— i’ll think about it. now can i get a kiss because i am leaving.” he puts his foot down, knowing you’ll keep finding reasons for him to stay.

you feel he has pretty much dismissed your request, so you dismiss it too— forgetting all about it as you sulk in bed that night, nighttime routine finally done as you prepare to go to sleep. infact, you’re literally about to put your phone down when your phone dings.

one attachment from rafe.

you open the message, but as soon as you do— your phone rings, the contact picture of him steering his boat flashing up on your screen.

“hello?”

“its done, alright — and you’re only getting one of these videos so i suggest you wait until you really need it to watch it. yeah?” his voice sounds through your phone and a grin spreads onto your face, realising what he’s talking about.

“oh thank you rafe!” you all but squeal and you practically feel him roll his eyes through the phone.

“yeah, yeah— and don’t let me find out you’ve shown that shit to any of your friends, okay? this is just for you.”

“of course not, rafey… do you want anything in return?”

“you send me any freaky shit when i’m with my dad and i’ll wring your neck when i get home. this is just — it’s just to get you through the week… because apparently you can’t live without dick.” he sighs tiredly, a tinge of amusement in his tone telling you he’s being lighthearted in his own fucked up way.

“thats your fault.” you giggle and he hums, the sound of sheets ruffling on his end.

“alright, gotta be up early so i’m gonna head to bed. be good, yeah? i’ll text you when the jet lands, you’ll probably just be waking up at that time.”

“okay rafey, night!”

you actually make it all the way to thursday without using the video. you were tempted — don’t get it twisted, but there was part of you that wanted to hold out, make yourself really need it before you reward yourself.

you find yourself home alone, missing rafe and horny — so you end up on your bed, finger hovering over the play button.

“alright, this is for you baby. don’t ever say i don’t do shit for you.” you hear him first as he adjusts his grip on his phone, using one hand to film his crotch and the other to pull down his boxers — hard, pretty cock springing out. his hand disappears off camera for a second, and returns with a glob of spit in his palm, smearing it all over as he starts to jerk off.

aside from sighs and moans, he’s quiet for the most part until closer to the end — his tip red and throbbing and he gets more desperate. “this kinda shit gets you off, huh? probably gonna hump that little hand like i caught you doin’ that one time. ‘was real cute, baby.” his voice is breathy and you can tell he’s practically talking himself through it, pushing himself closer to his orgasm.

he’s right, your hand is down your panties— rubbing your clit and spreading your thighs as you let out whimpers of your own. “fffuck. you — mm— you wish you were cummin’ on this right here, don’t you? yeah, leavin’ a mess. as usual.” he grits his teeth, stopping for a moment to grip the girth of it in his fist, letting a bead of precum slide down his knuckle.

“shit, you wanna see me cum don’t you baby. dirty fuckin’ girl — wanna see me blow this fuckin’ load for you, huh. oh shit.” he groans, bordering on a whimper before more moans and curses follow, dripping all down his hand before the video cuts off, your boyfriend catching his breath. you continue to rewind it, rewatching until you hit your own peak, whining and moaning his name despite his absence.

he’d had a busy day, so it was no surprise he hadn’t called — and you knew you’d get in trouble, but you send him a picture of your messy, drippy cunt afterwards anyway, simply captioning it ‘loved ur vid rafey <3’

he calls almost instantly, to tell you off.

☆🫖➛🎀*.☽

#anon #rafe cameron prompt

[lovewithmary]

(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: early chapter bc I am too impatient so I’m taking the poll results as is and assuming charles is the winner. anyways, drama is happening!!!

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"Evie's baking,"

"We know,"

"My daughter is baking for two tiny villages or two super soldiers, and none of you thought to ask if there was something wrong?" Tony asked, watching as his fellow Avengers, his wife, and his youngest daughter were all eating the pastries that Evie had been baking since she got off the phone.

"Parker tried grabbing the spatula from her hand, but she threw a bowl at his head. But luckily his Peter Tingle saved him and he dodged," Bucky explained, mouthful with a slice of one of the cakes Evie made.

"I told you not to call it the Peter Tingle!" Peter complained.

"I think she had a fight with Max," Morgan's tiny voice piped up, oblivious to the heads that turned to her.

"Morg, why didn't you say that earlier?" Pepper asked.

Morgan blinked innocently and shrugged, then said, "You didn't ask,"

"Okay, who wants to be the one to ask her about Max?"

A tense air fell between some of the most powerful people in the world, only for them to touch their noses and say, "Not it!"

Unfortunately for him, Tony himself was the last one to do it, which made him curse. "I should've just stayed in my lab," he muttered but went to the kitchen to see that Evie was already starting another batch of cupcakes as if the pile of used cupcake liners between Steve and Bucky wasn't enough.

"Hello, tesoro," Tony greeted, concerned at the fact that Evie barely reacted at the sound of his voice.

"The dining room isn't that far from the kitchen, papa. I don't need to have powers or be a Super Soldier to hear you guys," Evie commented.

"So, will it be easier to ask what happened between you and Max that's made you spiral into a hurricane of frosting— is that macrons? When did you learn how to make macrons?" Tony asked, caught off-guard.

"Max and I had a little misunderstanding. And I didn't know how to make macrons until earlier," Evie responded.

"A little misunderstanding? You're taking over my kitchen with baked goods for a little misunderstanding?"

"I will find a way to bake you if you don't stop!" She threateningly responded, the aforementioned spatula Peter tried taking was in her hand menacingly pointed at Tony.

Tony raised his arms up in surrender, "I won't ask then. I will just be here, in the corner of the kitchen, giving you moral support," he said, taking a step away from his daughter and near the door just in case.

Silence fell between the father and daughter, Evie angrily making a bowl of frosting while Tony was thinking about whether or not he had to bring in Pepper for his own moral support.

That was until, "Do I insert myself into people's business too much? Is it something I do regularly?" Evie blurted out.

"I think you insert yourself into people's business when you think you need to. I don't think it's a lot, but then again, you help me with my business, so I can't say it's too much," Tony shrugged.

She groaned, not getting a clear answer. She should've known that her dad wasn't going to outright tell her when she was being too invasive. "I'm serious, dad," she told him.

"Did Max say something? Whatever he said, ignore it. He drives for a living, he's wrong no matter what,"

"I thought you liked Max. You've known him since he was a kid,"

"I don't like him if he makes my daughter upset,"

"Dad..."

"What did he say?" Tony asked once more.

Evie sighed before washing her hands and grabbing her phone from the pocket of her apron and then giving it to her dad, unlocked and the texts already on the screen. She watched as her dad's face turned angry.

"I'll shoot him out of the sky with one of my repulsors—"

"Dad, no,"

"He didn't have to talk to you like that! That little shit—"

"What do I do?" Evie interrupted him, knowing that if she let him rant, he'd end up wearing one of the Iron Man suits, already on the way to wherever the next race was.

"Do what Starks do best,"

"Which is?"

"To get under people's skin,"

#f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 x oc #f1 ig au #f1 oc #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #max verstappen smau #max verstappen x oc #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x reader #avengers crossover #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc fic

[lovelicht]

PAC: Your current situation and advice

Disclaimer: As I am not a professional reader, all of the posts are to be taken with a grain of salt. This is a general reading so some things might not resonate. Regardless of the situation, please remember that tarot portrays only one of the multiple scenarios of your life and you choose whether to follow it or not.

(1->2, 3->4)

Group 1

Cards: The Chariot, The World Rx, Knight of Wands (bottom of the deck: King of Swords Rx)

Your current situation:

You are currently in the phase of your life where you are actively navigating through diverse situations in the pursuit of your goals. It can reflect itself both on a professional/academic level and a personal/interpersonal one, given that the effort you are putting in serves to your development. Considering the presence of the reversed King, it’s highly probable that you might find yourself losing the emotional balance in course of your trial, but you keep pushing forward nonetheless. The said misbalance could manifest itself as impulsivity, impatience, arguments with colleagues / friends / family when things do not go your way, as well as a lingering sense of frustration towards oneself at the slightest failures.

The advice:

Embrace your imperfections, for they are what makes you human and teach you to strive further. As I have previously mentioned, at the moment you might be very sensitive to failure, because you give your all on your way to attaining your wish, however this drains you both emotionally and energetically, holding you in the self-made prison of frustration. It is natural to misstep sometimes, because it shows us aspects of ourselves that we still have to work on, and once we finally do so, we will become closer to our goals and inner peace in general. Make a habit of being grateful and happy even from apparently small successes, as, in the end, it’s the small steps that make the journey.

What can you do to follow the advice?

Give yourself the freedom you deserve! The expectations you have put on yourself tie you down and do not allow you to fully embrace the experience of living your passions. Wands are a suit that speaks of life and the fire inside each one of us, let that fire guide you through the dark of your mind. For example, if you have an idea you really wish to try, whether hobby or simply an experiment at work, do it, because even if it doesn’t work out, by the end of it you will be able to learn what should be done next time so it becomes better! Do not fear other’s judgment either, for they make mistakes too, whether they choose to show it or not. You are your own person and you live your own life, do not let yourself be confined by your fears and other’s thoughts!

Group 2

Cards: Page of Wands Rx, The Tower Rx, Five of Coins Rx (bottom of he deck: Strength)

Your current situation:

You are trying to embrace your youthfulness, embody the present you always wished to have, but for some reason it all seems to go downhill regardless of how much you try. For some it might be a blockage related to not being capable to let yourself remorselessly behave free, while for others it can be described through a series of unpleasant or even unfortunate events that seem to haunt them every time they try to step out of the box. It’s highly probable that in this group are a lot of children who had to grow up fast, and now that you are given the freedom of age, you are trying to become the wild icon your child self wished to become, but it simply doesn’t work out. An example could be the typically introverted young adult going to a club, and once they finally try to let go of their fears they meet someone there, get into a relationship with that person and they get hurt so badly that it makes the young adult retreat back into their shell.

The advice:

There is some stuff you have to let go of, in order to truly feel the freedom you blindly seek through the said activities. Many of you struggle with unresolved trauma, whether it’s about bullying, parental issues or other sorts of painful experiences. By trying to be the conventional active youth, you are showing your resilience in rapport to your past, but the problem is that some problems bind you, unless you learn to diminish their impact on your life. It is never easy, but a wound cured now, stops a dormant infection in the future, that could potentially affect both yourself and everyone you will grow to care about.

What can you do to follow the advice?

Accept that nobody will come in your life and heal your past, for little who have enough energy to take care both of others and oneself. You are being encouraged to face your trauma on your own and come into terms with it one way or another: whether it’s shadow work that you feel you can do on your own or asking for the help of a specialist, or in general someone you feel that can help you. 

This message might not be for everyone, but stop hoping that your parents will heal the pain they inflicted on you, for they are simply not in the headspace to do that. It’s frustrating, but such is the truth: you ought to take matters into your own hands, because they won’t do it for you, nor for themselves.

Group 3

Cards: Nine of Coins, Three of Cups Rx, The Star (bottom of the deck: Four of Wands)

Your current situation:

At the moment, you are in the stage of reaping the rewards of your hard work in the past. Previously you might have put yourself out there a lot in order to achieve certain goals and now you embrace the results and it’s all coming abundantly. Good things come to you almost from every corner, and you might even feel somewhat overwhelmed by how fast everything comes into your life at the moment, whether it’s opportunities, money or other form of creative energy. Those being said though, you might also feel the need to take a break after all the efforts you put in previously, to make some time for yourself and adjust yourself to receiving the abundant energy that is coming your way.

The advice:

Celebrate your successes and let yourself feel the blessings of your hard work. It is finally the time to rejoice after a long period of trials and tribulations. Even though you might still have certain unresolved issues, fear not, everything has its time, and now is the time you show yourself the appreciation you deserve for building a strong foundation for your future development. Just make sure not to go overboard and overindulge in pride and joys, as even the best of medicine becomes poison if ingested in doses too great.

What can you do to follow the advice?

As I have mentioned earlier, you might find your mind still worrying about certain issues, even once abundance started flowing into your life. You are being advised to leave some things in the hands of destiny and embrace an overall positive manifestation stance. Be hopeful and trust the universe to do its works for you have already done a great deal. Do not get me wrong, life consists of one’s continuous development, but some things are better left to the flow, for they are variables we cannot and needn't currently solve, especially when they still haven’t come into our lives.

Group 4

Cards: Six of Cups Rx, Justice Rx, Knight of Swords Rx (bottom of the deck: Eight of Wands) + 8

Your current situation

Before conducting the reading I was repeatedly counting to 8 without any reason at all so I presume this number might either have a personal meaning to you or it could apply to your current life period in general. Eight is overall a number I associate with karma and karmic events that happen both in our and other’s lives, regardless of what we subjectively might think is right or wrong. It could be that you are currently undergoing a series of events you find unfair in relationship to you or someone close to you, to the point you suffer from it personally, via frustration, anger, perhaps with a hint of self victimisation in relationship to the unjust treatment you/they receive from life. Your perception of life might be still rather immature due to your past, perhaps you have been suffering from bad treatment since early childhood, thus you feel like you deserve better than that in the present. Overall you are a fiery and reactive person, to the point where you might show your displeasure in regards to events or actions you deem wrong a little too violently.

The advice:

Some things are better left up to the karmic forces to influence. Doing your own justice isn’t applicable in every situation, especially when it comes to a subjective, misbalanced, red coloured lens that one might own as a traumatic response. Revenge and general state of clouded lucidity does nothing more than suck your energy and hurt more or less directly both you and the ones you might care about. Universe has it’s own mysterious ways of functioning, which transcend both time and lifetimes in general.

What can you do to follow the advice?

Pay less attention to your past and the people in it, and move actively towards your future instead. You are brave and capable, use your intellect and rebellious nature to break the chains that attach you to your past instead. Try cultivating a more healthy action-oriented view of life to balance your impulsiveness and to harness your inner energy that is currently focused on anger. You have a lot of work to do on yourself, and it requires all the energy and courage you can muster!

#pick a card #tarot #pac #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarot pac #tarot pap #tarot readings #pick a card reading #tarot reader

[mystar-girl57]

𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐦

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

Summary: widowed!jake sully x fem!reader

Warnings: reader has Thalassophobia (phobia of oceans/deep and large bodies of water), argument, reader nearly panicking, sad Tuk

Comments: I’m gonna say right now I’ve done so much research and I cannot find what the Metkayina sleep on 😭. I dont know if its hammocks or cots or whatever but someone please tell me if they know. Also if you can listen to the song Meadow Lands by A.J. Meadow towards the end of the chapter it really helped inspire the ending/setting

Today was your first official day in Awa'atlu, which meant today would be your first day learning the ways of the water with the Metkayina. The roar of the ocean filled your ears as you made your way outside of your marui pod. The kids were already gone having left with Tsireya and her older brother Aonung after breakfast and Jake left not much long after with Tonowari leaving you alone. At first you were confused, how come you had not gone with either group? Surely you too needed to learn their ways so that you would not be useless like Tonowari said. But the more you thought of it your selfish side assured you that this would be fine, you staying back.

But that moment was unfortunately short lived, your ears perked up to the sound of your name being called. You did not need to turn around to know who it was. Ronal. When you finally shifted to look at her she stood there with her usual reserved and powerful demeanor. She was the true definition of a power leader in your eyes. Someone that you knew you could only dream to be half of.

“Come,” she ordered, “it is time for us to begin.”

Just as you expected the woman made a beeline to the beach and continued to walk to the water. You however hung back, watching as the waves forced themself up on shore and slapped down onto the sand before fizzling out and drawing back into the water to recharge for the next wave. You wanted to go to the water, you truly did to show Ronal you were not the weak omatikayan she thought you to be but the more you thought about the ocean and what could happen to you should you enter the firmer you planted your four toes in the sand.

“Are you coming?” The tsahìk asked, raising a brow. When you did not move she let out an impatient huff. “If you are to learn our ways you must get in the water.”

Ronal walked away from the water, her large tail lashing slightly behind her as she got behind you. At first you did not understand what she was about to do but when Ronal put her hands on your back and gave you a shove to the water you caught on. “No- No.” you muttered and tried to brace your feet in the sand to push against her but she was strong. Stronger than any omatikayan woman or man that you had come across and you had a feeling that she was not even using her full strength to push your lithe body closer to the water.

With each push the tsahìk gave the more panicked you felt. Just as the water splashed against your toes you moved out of her way causing Ronal to stumble in surprise. You were panting, your ears pinned back. Your tail lashed nervously behind you as you shook steps back from the water and from the woman.

“I am- I am sorry but I cannot. I- I cannot go in the water.” You were fumbling for your words as you tried to block out the sounds of the waves breaking beside you. This is the closest you had come to the water and it petrified you. “I am truly sorry.”

Ronal was quiet as she stood up to her full height and brushed the sand off of her body. She looked at you with the same firm eyes as she had done the day before when you arrived, but this time she was not judging what was on the outside, she was studying what was on the inside.

“Ewya warned me about you.” She spoke after a while, coming closer. “She told me all the secrets that you keep,” Ronal placed a hand on your chest by your heart once she was close enough, “the storm that is swirling inside you. You have made her angry.”

Your ears twitched at her words, she was just like Mo’at telling you that Ewya was somehow upset with you. Did you ever make your deity happy?

“You are afraid.” Ronal continued moving her hand away from you. “You look at the water and only see danger, death, evil. You do not see it for its good, its nurturing.” You could not help but scoff. You had not grown up to by the water as Ronal had, you were not desensitized to it like she was.

“How do you expect to live here, become one of the Metkayina if you cannot swim? If you cannot learn to value the ocean?” Ronal continued to question.

That last question was what got you. You never wanted to be here, this was not your home! You belonged in the forest, hidden in the dark brush, kept cool by the shade the various plants provided. You were meant to race along the forest floor ‘till your heart's content. You were never meant to swim in the ocean, diving for shells and fish. You were only here because of a mate that you never wanted, you could have stayed back at High Camp and gone back to what was once your life of freedom. But those kids. Those four wonderous Sully children were the reason why you did not resist coming. You loved them and Neytiri too much to leave them helpless and alone in a world they were not familiar with. But of course you could not say any of this Ronal. She would have realized that you and Jake were not a true pair and who knows what would have happened then.

You felt an unpleasant feeling bubbling up in your stomach the longer you looked at Ronal. It felt alien compared to the usual calmness that floated through you. This feeling felt like someone had lit a raging fire in you and all the ugliness and admange that the uncontrolled fire caused threatened to come out. So instead of speaking you simply glared at Ronal.

This glaring contest between the two of you went on for several long seconds before you muttered a na’vi curse and turned away walking away from the beach and Ronal.

That night as you sat in tha Marui pod with the Sully’s the kids were excitedly chattering about their day with Olo'eyktan’s children, all they had learned about the water and the creatures that inhabit it.

“And they ride these little water animals called Ilus!” Tuk explained to you with twinkling eyes. “Tsireya showed us how to connect with them and ride them through the water! It was so easy! Though Lo’ak fell off instantly.” At her words Kiri and Neteyam burst out laughing, jabbing at their little brother while Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “The current was strong.” Lo’ak defended hotly, his cheeks coloring in embarrassment. “Oh and he and Tsireya got along really well.” Kiri smirked and her brother’s face grew even darker with embarrassment as he went to swing at her but his sister dodged. “Oh hush up Skxawng!” He hissed.

You chuckled “Okay, okay, settle.” And the kids were still giggling at Lo’ak. “So I hear that Dad tried to ride one of the Tsuraks.” Kiri spoke, trying to drum up another conversation. You glanced at Jake sitting across from you and by the look of his face it did not go well. “And that he wiped out like Lo’ak.” More laughter filled the marui pod and this time you could not help but join in. “Like father like son Aye baby brother?” Neteyam teased.

Jake rolled his eyes and looked to you before clearing your throat and saying your name causing you to look up. “And word from Tonorwari is that you did not even want to get in the water.” There was no laughter that followed his words as the attention was directed on you. You took a sip of your water and cleared your throat. “Well I had other things to tend to.” You lied with a hard stare to Jake, your eyes telling him to drop it.

“Why did you not get in the water Mama?” Tuk asked innocently not reading how uncomfortable you were with everyone’s eyes on you. Thankfully Kiri caught on and nudged Neteyam who got the message and instantly stood up. “I am so sorry but we need to go, Tsireya and the others wanted to show us something at the beach come eclipse.” Neteyam hastily said pulling up Lo’ak who looked beyond confused.

“We’ll be back soon!” Kiri called, leading the way out the door with a protesting Tuk in her arms.

When the kids were out it was back to silence. It was just you and Jake sitting on opposite sides of the fire, the light dancing across your faces casting long shadows behind you on the marui’s woven walls. You felt the feeling bloom in your stomach once more and your ears went down.

“Why are you like this?” You asked, setting your food down in front of you.

“Why am I like what?” Jake parroted, his tone shifting to annoyance.

“You know exactly what I am talking about!” You spat, “Always out to make sure that I trip and fall and make a fool of myself in front of others! The children did not need to know that I did not go in the water! They know that something is wrong! Look at the way that they rushed out!” It was early in the argument for you to raise your voice but with Ronal and him now Tonorwari getting into your business you had had about enough of it.

“The kids are going to see their friends, they told us.” Jake replied and your eye twitched.

“You know you really are a Skxawng.” You growled. This was your first time ever name calling someone out of pure anger and usually hated it but right now you felt nothing but satisfaction to let your feelings out a the thunder began to rumble outside.

“Watch it.” Jake warned with a growl but you kept on standing up to your full height.

“No. We are supposed to be mated” You make air quotes around the word, “and we have not even done with which I am completely fine with. I would not dare give myself up for someone who does not want me but you could at least be decent and treat me with some respect.”

“Treat you with some respect?,” Jake repeated with disbelief as he stood up. “What more respect do you want! I hunt for you I protect you! I let you be here with our kids! I-” he was at a loss for words as he put his hand to his hair. “You don’t love me and I don’t love you so what is the problem here?” He demanded

You were doing all you could to keep that bubbling in your stomach from crawling up your throat as the thunder got more fierce outside followed by rain but the change in weather went unnoticed by the two of you. “In case you have forgotten, your kids do not know that we never mated! They believe that we went through with it that we are mated by Ewya when all that we have genuinely shared between each other was whatever that hand grabbing thing that you did fifteen years ago!”

Jake ran a hand down his face, “First It is called a handshake and second I didn’t know that the na’vi saw it as a sign of aggression but I still taught you how to do it!”

You could tell just walking in the room how tense it was, that you were both holding back what you truly wanted to say. “Look, let us agree on something.” Your voice was now dangerously calm as you tried to not lose it. “We only tolerate each other because we both love your kids and that is it. You have no right to be poking into my personal life that is reserved for my mate.”

Jake’s ears simply twitched as the rain came crashing down in the sky and the kids came running back in and soaked but neither of you batted an eye. Your tails flicked and both kept staring at each other with angry eyes.

“Mom? Dad?” Kiri’s concerned voice cut through which instantly ended your angry staring contest. You both turned your heads to the soaked children and you frowned. “You did not go in the water this late did you?” You asked going to get a thick and fuzzy blanket (Jake called it a towel) to wrap around Kiri and Tuk then two for Neteyam and Lo’ak as they shivered. Tuk sneezed as her body shook from the cold.

“It is raining outside,” Kiri explained as you took Tuk from her and cradled her against you trying to warm her up. “It came out of nowhere, it felt angry, not cleansing, not like how storms usually feel.”

You felt a rush of guilt. These poor kids had left the pod to get away from the yelling match that you and Jake were having, leaving them out in the cold rain. Lo’ak who seemed to be shivering as bad as Tuk was beside you and you pulled him close.

Your ears were down, the fire in you extinguished. You had no idea what was going on with you lately. You were usually so calm, able to take any insult or hurtful action with ease without reacting. But since you had come out here you felt an anger inside you. Pent up aggression, you wanted to scream. Scream at Jake, at Mo’at, yell at Ronal and maybe cuss at Ewya. This feeling scared you and you held the two a little tighter to stop your own shaking.

It was not much later that the kids were put to bed. You walked over to where Tuk and Kiri lay and you pulled the blankets up and pressed the sides closer to their bodies, making sure they were tucked in. It was still raining outside but the thunder had stopped and the rain had receded to a drizzle.

Tuk’s eyes cracked open feeling the blankets move and when she saw it was you she yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Mama?” She whispered letting you know she was awake.

“Sorry yawnetu,” you whispered, sitting down beside the pallet. “I did not mean to wake you.” But Tuk shook her head at your apology. “It’s fine mama.” You nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Thank you darling, now get some sleep.”

You went to stand back up but Tuk grabbed your wrist making you turn with a frown. “Is everything okay?” You asked wondering if she was in some sort of pain as the youngest sully looked up at you with those big yellow eyes. “Is everything okay between you and Dad?”

You felt your heart squeeze at her words and you tried to think of something believable to soothe her fears though you hated lying to her. “Everything is fine Tuk,” you whispered sitting back down, “sometimes Mommies and Daddies get stressed and they do not know how to deal with that stress and they say things that they do not mean.” You tried to explain but Tuk was not satisfied. “But what about you with the water? Why did you not go in?”

Great. Another question you did not know how to answer. You knew that each question that Tuk asked was an innocent one, she did not know what emotions hid behind each word.

You sighed and rubbed her forehead and braids gently. “Sometimes I get scared,” you admitted. “everyone does, even adults and this was just one of those times.”

“Do you think you will ever get in?” Tuk continued to press on.

You shrugged your shoulders, “We will just have to see.” Before the little Sully had another chance to ask a question you tucked her back in and kissed her forehead. “Now get some sleep,” you whispered.

When you made sure she had laid down and her eyes were closed you went to check on the boys before looking over at jake who was laying on one side of the pallet that the two of you were meant to share. You could not find it in you to walk over and lay down beside him so instead you made your way outside of the marui pod.

The rain had come to an end when you stepped out, Polyphemus and its moons could now be seen in the sky, hanging among the stars. The bridge dipped and bounced as you walked along, taking your time soaking up the peace. Every so often you could catch soft snores coming from a marui pod where a family lay.

Kept on the path all the way down to a dead. The village was so much more peaceful at night, all the plants and animals glowing as their bioluminescent lights came to life when the eclipse came. The water looked less inviting however. It had gone from a transparent emerald to a murky black. No glowing animals insight.

Getting ready to turn back around and head to your marui there was a splash in the water causing you to whip your head around on high alert. But what made the sound was anything but dangerous. It was a smiling image ilu. Of course the only way that you knew this was from Tuk telling you what they looked like,with their long dark bodies and colorful splotches. This one matched her description to a T, even down to the two sets of orange eyes that it had.

It made a clicking sound followed by some high pitched whines, it was trying to talk to you urging you to come over. You looked at it hesitantly, your ears going down, what if it pulled you in and dragged you under? But the longer it looked at you with its four kind eyes you felt at ease and almost curious about it. Taking a small step forward and it gave a click, sounding like it was happy and its smile seemed to widen. It followed you with its eyes until you were at the edge and sat down.

It clicked and dove down into the water and back up. The bubbles it made glowed a bright blue and little pink and orange fish started to appear. Your eyes widened in wonder as everything began to light up. The ilu came back up clicking at you and nodded to the now lit up water.

You stiffened realizing it wanted you to go in and you backed up some. The ilu tilted its head confused and gently did the water up at you, the droplets splashing on you causing you to retract even further. Then it understood. It nodded some and put its head up beside you as a way of apologizing. It gave a quier click and whine, its big eyes connecting with yours.

You sighed looking down at your hands, “I am sorry,” you whispered, your vision becoming blurred with tears. “I am too much of a coward.” You hung your head in shame, the tears spilling over and dropping down onto your lap. You wished you could just get over what happened all those years ago, then it would be easier but you just could not bring yourself to get in.

Standing back up, Ilu clicked and you glanced back at it. “I am sorry friend.” Was all you could say before hurring away, leaving the ilu and the glowing fish at the end of the bridge.

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[fatuismooches]

HIIII :3 ITS ME... the 🐓!!!!!!!!

So we've had brainror abt reader turning into a cat but what about Dottore?? and his segments?

Reader walks in one day to see a big blue puff cloud and when it disapears theres a bunch of blue cats roaming around and meowing (As soon as they see reader its on sight and they WILL be begging for affection)

Reader sitting on a counch while a bunch of cats surround and suffocate them (it reminds them of Foxttore and the pufflings)

I NEED TO BE SURROUDNED BY A BUNCH OF CATTORES NOWWW Auauuuug

all the cats BITING reader affectionately (they are so MEAN even though reader is so nice to them 😔) AND OMGGG ZANDY AS A TINY LIL KITTEN AUUUUGGG MY HEART IM EXPLODING. ZANDY KITTY 3 SAUCES TALL!!!!!!! his lil meows..... 😭😭

I am ill..... I need doctor..... - 🐓

DOTTOCATS!!! CATTORES!!! <3 It would be the result of a failed experiment of course, just like all the other mishaps that always happen in the lab. Only that this is a lot worse than all the other ones. For them, at least. For you, you could die happily, surrounded by all of this kitty cuteness. Cattores are not amused by your lack of seriousness at the situation. No, they are not cute. Wait, is that a Kamera you have? Don't you dare.

Unfortunately for them, despite all the words they try to spew out, it only comes out as 'meow meow, meow meow meow! meow!' much to their dismay. You don't take their kitty anger too seriously, until they quickly learn how to utilize their new body (biting and repeatedly clawing your leg for attention). (Funnily enough somehow the masks shrunk down to the same size too?)

You will have the tall task of creating the cure to turn them back to normal humans but it won't be too much of a problem, they already have the ingredients in their mouth and are impatiently waiting for you to hurry up. You take your sweet time and take lots of breaks petting Zandy kitty, the only one who doesn't bite you and always brushes against your leg.

Just please cancel that meeting he has with Pantalone today. Please. And then be prepared for when he turns back. At least a cat his biting power isn't that much. As a human, however, well, you already know how that goes. (Isn't he much better to cuddle like this, Dottore asks, as you are trapped for a long time in his arms.)

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #i still need to write that dottore catboy fic... sigh #i still love the way u speak “ZANDY KITTY 3 SAUCES TALL!!!!!!!” makes me laugh too hard #cradling him very gently... ouh #WAIT I JUST REALIZED UR PROBABLY REFERENCING THAT MEME OF THE KITTEN NEXT TO THE SAUCES #HELPPPP READER WOULD!! #meanwhile omega and prime kitty is like... idk a lot more

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The Incandescence of a Dying Light (Chapter Two)

Grian learns about fires, and the harsh reality of the wilderness.

Chapter Two: 4,695 words

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hello! I never mentioned it in the last post's notes, but the title is taken from one of the lines from the song Post Humerous by Gus Dapperton ("i confess the incandescence of a dying light") that I always liked the sound of. No content warnings for this chapter except....well, this is a story about loss, so be prepared for that.

June 29, 1988

Grian wakes up in his campsite at dawn, and the air is heavy and smoky. The smell burns his nostrils, and he turns over to cough. It seems worse today than other days, and he knows it’s going to be a tough hike.

He goes through his routine quickly, packing up his things. He’ll snack on a granola bar while he searches, in lieu of any actual food this morning. 

The vibes in camp are a little weird this morning. The ranger he’s with keeps glancing at him from the side, assuming he can’t see it. Finally, Grian breaks and snaps, “What is it?”

“Uh, I’m sorry,” the ranger starts, and that’s never a good sign, “I was going to let you pack up first before I told you this, but I have to take you back this morning.”

Grian drops the sleeping bag he’s in the middle of rolling up, and it unfurls back out onto the ground. “Huh?” he says. “What do you mean?”

The woman smiles gently. “They’re closing this trail now, so we’re not allowed to have any civilians on here, whether they’re hiking or part of a search party. My boss radioed in this morning before you woke up and told me to escort you back.”

“No,” Grian says. “I’m staying.”

“I’m afraid you can’t.”

“Why?” Grian cries, suddenly feeling a bit like his chest might fold in on itself. “My friend is still out there! I’m not leaving without him. You don’t need to coddle me or anything, I can keep up with the rest of you just fine.”

“It isn’t that,” the ranger says. “I’m sorry, I really am. But–” she gestures vaguely around. “I know you’ve seen it the past few days, but there’s wildfires in the area right now. They started in Yellowstone. It’s a really bad year and it’s so early in the season still that it’s going to get worse.”

Grian looks through the trees at the edge of the trail, catching the faintest glimpse of the horizon beyond. It’s hazier than before. He can’t even see the most distant mountains. 

The ranger continues her spiel. “Unfortunately, one of the fires seems to be heading this direction now, so we’re closing down all trails in this section.” She sighs, not in any sort of dismissive or impatient way, but in commiseration. “It’s not just you, you know. A lot of rangers are leaving as well, so we can leave the area to the wildland crews. This whole section of the park is now closed.”

And that’s just–

This can’t be.

Because Mumbo’s out here. And if it isn’t safe for Grian to even be out here to look for him, how could he possibly be okay? And he might not be okay even now, because if he hasn’t been found or turned up at a trail yet, then he’s probably needing help, and Grian is here to help, and now Grian can’t even do that.

“No,” he says softly. “Because–I told you this, my friend is still here. And he needs me.”

“We’ll find him,” she says, and–he’s heard that assurance many times by now. It doesn’t mean much anymore. 

“How can you?!” he shouts. “You’re leaving too!”

She stands her ground. “Everybody working these trails knows his description. If he’s here, he’ll be found, or he’ll try to leave. The firefighters are very thorough when documenting the area.”

“And if he can’t run?” Grian persists. “If he needs our help to be rescued from wherever he is? If he needs to evacuate from the fire, what happens then? If he can’t run? Does he just burn?”

The ranger just looks at him sadly. “Do you want to know the answer to that?” she says. “Because I don’t think it’ll help you.”

Her candidness stops Grian in his tracks. He doesn’t even know what to say, so he just finishes packing up the camp, tension in his every move.

It’s three weeks today since the last time he saw Mumbo, on the day he’d left for his trip. Four weeks since Grian had talked him into going alone. Thirteen days since he reported him missing.

The hike back out to civilization is lonely and quiet, despite the ranger at his heels. The smoke in the air burns Grian’s throat every breath he takes, and his eyes are drawn to every dark patch of forest just off trail. He’ll never know how close Mumbo could actually be.

No, he doesn’t want the answer to that question. 

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May 1989

He likes to wander on his days off. 

He shouldn’t wander. He should be searching methodically, drawing grids on maps and thoroughly walking them. Every minute counts in a situation like this. 

It’s sort of hard to feel like every minute counts when it’s been hundreds of thousands of minutes.

Today Grian’s feet have taken him to a spot that’s somehow familiar. He’s never been in this area, but he recognizes it immediately just the same. There’s been a fire here. 

The forest thins out at the edges, with lush green underbrush filling in the gaps. The larger trees are still standing at the edge, but their trunks are charred and black around the base. Grian steps into the clearing, beyond the edge of the forest. 

It’s green, almost startlingly so, with new grasses and small shrubs and dotted with light purple wildflowers. Amidst it all, the tall and broken and burned trunks of trees stretch up from the ground. This probably used to be a stand of lodgepole pines. It’s almost grim, the way the sooty black trunks still stretch up into a sky they’ll never grow toward again, the tops jagged and snapped. Other dead trees that lost their fight with gravity lay across the ground, scattered and stacked over each other like burnt out matchsticks. 

And still, the burned trunks only make the vivid greens pop more. New life sprouting from the old.

Grian reaches into the side pocket of his bag and pulls his radio out, flicking it back on. If anyone ever asked, he kept it turned off to save batteries, but really he just wanted a little peace. 

“Hey Scar,” he says. “You there?”

The response, while not instantaneous, is rather quick. “G-man!” he says. “What a lovely evening it is right now, huh? What have you been up to?”

“I was exploring,” Grian says. “Came upon a burned spot.”

“Oh, that,” Scar says. “That’s probably from last year. Man, that was a bad year, I’m telling you. One of the worst ones in the books. Most of the fires were in Yellowstone, but some like this one burned into the national forest as well. The one you’re looking at is probably of the edges of the Mink Fire.”

Mink Fire, or Mink Creek Fire. He knew the name. He might not have been here in this specific clearing before, but maybe he’d been on that hill over there, or the other hill, before he was forced to leave. They’d closed all the trails in this area last year for it and sent him home–without Mumbo.

“It doesn’t look very large,” he comments critically. “This area isn’t very big, I can still see trees at the other end of the clearing.”

“That’s sort of one of people’s misconceptions, actually,” Scar says on the other end of the line. “The fires often burn in a mosaic, or in patches, instead of taking the whole mountain with it. They’ll burn really strongly in one spot but not another. You’re at one of those edges, I remember it came not too far from the Two Forks tower.”

“I guess I’m happy I wasn’t working here last year,” Grian says. “It’s very green here, though.”

“Really? Neat!” Scar replies. “They’re good for the forest, you know. Things grow back fast. Back in the day lookouts used to spot fires and it was policy to try and have them contained by 10 a.m. the next day–that was before me. These days we might spot a fire and just keep an eye on it and let it burn naturally. Last year was just…a lot at once. Really shook people up, especially the public.”

“It’s sort of pretty,” Grian says suddenly. “All this grass and these wildflowers. It’s like–like the forest is moving on. Making a new life for itself.”

“Honestly, that’s one of the cool things about this job,” Scar says. “You know, there was a big fire my first year working here, and I called it in and watched it ‘til the end of the summer. Over the next few years I got to see how everything grew back. It’d be just a little at a time, but right now it looks–hey! Don’t put your paw in that, it’s still wet! Jell–!”

The radio cuts suddenly, preceding the sound of crash on the other end of the line, as Scar presumably drops the radio in favor of handling whatever incident has happened in his tower. 

“Are you alright in there?” Grian says, bemused. “What happened?”

After several long moments, Scar responds again over the radio. “Oh, that, that’s nothing to worry about.”

“It sounded like you knocked something off the table.”

“I’m clumsy–Jellie! Off the table!”

“Uh-huh,” Grian says. “And what, or perhaps who, is this Jellie?”

“Nothing!” Scar scrambles to say. Unfortunately for him, this is punctuated by a very clear and distinct meow.

Grian puts a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. “Scar,” he says, word half-muffled, “do you have a cat in your lookout tower?”

“And what if I did?”

“I’d say you were insane.”

“Jellie is more than a cat,” Scar says defensively. “She’s my best friend, and yes she lives here in my lookout tower.”

“Are…are you even allowed to do that?” Grian asks. “Like, how do you feed her and stuff?”

“If Rob, the cranky old lookout on the southern end of the Forest and every other camper who walks in here is allowed a dog, then I don’t see why I can’t have a cat,” Scar huffs. “I bring stuff for her and get food for her in my supply drop–paid for by me of course, not the Service.”

Grian is baffled. “How do you get her here? Does she hike? Do you carry her? Does she have a little leash? Wait, do they make those cat sized? I’ve never seen a cat on a leash.”

“An artist never reveals his secrets,” is all Scar is willing to stay. 

“Oh, but I want to know all of them,” Grian says. “Will you please please tell me?”

Scar is silent on the other end of the line for a moment. “She sometimes rides in the top of my pack when I hike.”

“That is literally the cutest thing I have ever heard,” Grian says. 

“Yeah, well, she knows that,” Scar says. 

Grian looks around the clearing, making note about how the burned area does indeed skip a section and then are burned again on the top of the hill. There’s a lot of open space here, but for some reason it makes him feel uneasy, like maybe he shouldn’t keep his back turned to the more closed-off forest behind him. He’s been out here several days already, but for some reason this is the first time he’s really contemplated being alone-alone out here. 

“Hey,” Grian says. “What if I were to run into one of Jellie’s big cousins out here? A meaner kitty? Could I get eaten doing this job?”

Scar laughs on the other end. “There’s a couple of Jellie’s big cousins wandering about. We do have mountain lions out here. But they’re pretty shy. I’ve only seen one since working here. You might see a bobcat, though it’s more scared of you than you are of it.”

“Okay, uh, good to know,” Grian says. “Anything else out here that could eat me? You know, they didn’t really cover that in my orientation.”

“Didn’t you know?” Scar asks. “That’s part of land management in the Forest Service: providing wildlife a steady stream of innocent fire lookouts to feed on every year. You’d never apply for the job if you knew the truth. I’ve only survived this long ‘cause I’m so smart and handsome.”

Grian rolls his eyes. “So I’m not going to get eaten by a pack of wolves by stepping outside my tower?”

“Of course not, silly,” Scar laughs. “We don’t have wolves here! We do have grizzlies, though.”

“That’s not better!” Grian hisses. 

He’d seen a black bear once, a mother and a baby, in the car with Mumbo while driving on a winding road in the mountains to the west of Denver. It had just crossed the road slowly with its cub, causing a minor traffic jam to form. Grian was impressed with her beauty and strength, but had felt pretty strongly at the time that he was happy to be in the safety of a vehicle.

He also knows that black bears are, in fact, quite a bit smaller than grizzly bears. 

Now, he’s standing alone in the wilderness with just a radio and a mostly empty pack containing just a notepad, water bottle, and a half-eaten granola bar, and he’s beginning to wonder if he should leave the granola bar as tribute for the bears. 

“We don’t have any of these things in England, you know,” he says into the radio. 

“Maybe they don’t get a lot of Englishman to eat either,” Scar says. “That just makes you a delicacy. But if you’re really worried, there might be bear spray in your tower somewhere.”

“Shut up!” At the same moment, something moves at the edge of Grian’s peripheral vision and he freezes, feeling his heart skip a beat. “Scar! Something at the edge of the forest just moved, something is here!”

“It was nice knowing you,” Scar says mildly. 

“That’s not funny,” Grian whines, eyes glued to the dark edges of the trees on the other side of the clearing. “I could die, you know. Wouldn’t that reflect badly on you if the brand new lookout you’re supervising dies a week in?”

“Nah,” Scar says. “I’ve heard that jumping up and down and making a bunch of silly noises is the best way to scare an animal off, though. You should keep your radio button pressed while doing it so I can help you improve your technique.”

“Shut up,” Grian repeats, and then gasps. “I see movement again.”

The creature, or creatures since there are three of them, finally step fully out of the forest and into the open area. Grian takes a step back instinctively before his eyes catch up to his brain and…

Yeah, he’s not going to live this one down. It’s just deer. One hears the crunch of a leaf when he steps back and it freezes in place, staring at him. Grian stares back, and doesn’t dare move. It flicks one of its large ears and begins grazing again. 

The radio crackles to life again, but the deer all seem to have disregarded him as a threat for now, and do not seem bothered. “Earth to G-man,” Scar says. “Have you been eaten?”

“No, I’m…I’m fine,” Grian says. “It’s just…ugh, it’s just a deer, don’t laugh.”

Scar does, in fact, laugh, and makes a purposeful point to do so while pressing his radio’s call button, so that Grian gets to hear all of it. 

“It’s not just a deer,” Scar says, and he’s clearly got a joke ready but he’s nearly giggling too hard to say it, “it’s a mankiller deer!”

“I hate you,” Grian says. “I’m never speaking to you again.”

“Fine, fine,” Scar says. “But you’re missing a great opportunity to relay your last words to me before you go. You could pick a really good phrase to go out on, you know.”

Grian doesn’t even respond to that one. Instead, he observes, “They really seem to like this grass.”

“Deer love it!” Scar says. “The fire always burns up the old stuff so that new stuff can grow. Right afterward there’s always a lot of grasses and flowers first, before anything else grows. The deer like the fresh grass. It’s one of the reasons the fires are beneficial for the ecosystem, actually.”

“Oh,” Grian says. “Not a total disaster then.”

“Not at all,” Scar says. “It’s how it’s supposed to work! Seems like a disaster to us but it’s necessary for life to go on. Did you know some plants actually need fire in order to spread their seeds? It’s fascinating!”

“I didn’t,” Grian says. “You seem to know a lot about this.”

“It’s part of the job,” Scar says. “I’ve worked here for 8 years now. Sometimes the ranger office lets me borrow some of their reports and research papers at the beginning of the season to read. They have a lot of stuff on succession and fire ecology. It’s…well it’s a bit tough to get through, sometimes, but I have plenty of time up here.”

Grian puts his hand on the trunk of a burnt tree next to him, broken off just above his head. The movement startles the deer on the other side of the meadow, who retreat several steps closer to the edge of the burned area. Grian’s hand comes away black and sooty.

“I wonder how old some of these trees are, before they died,” he muses. 

“Lodgepole pines can get pretty old,” Scar says. “But that’s just how nature cycles, I guess.”

“Change always comes,” Grian says. 

“And ecosystems must adapt,” Scar says. 

And people have to learn to adapt, too.

»»———-　　———-««

Grian’s hands are frozen on the metal lid of the cache box he’s opened. He was out exploring again, and Scar had told him to look in the cache boxes for extra map information. Or for fun. Scar had told him with great amusement about the time he found someone’s car keys, one shoe, and a six pack of beer in one of them and all the stories he’d managed to extrapolate out of those three items. 

So Grian had taken to opening them whenever he found them. Most of the time they were filled with ancient granola bars, torn paperbacks, and dusty pinecones. Maybe a case of extra water or two with someone’s name sharpied on it. But this one…

He’s frozen. His heart beats loud in his ears. 

There’s a missing persons flyer taped to the underside of the lid. 

It isn’t Mumbo, either. Why is this guy here and not Mumbo? Where are all of Mumbo’s flyers, taped on the inside of every cache box in the forest, screamed from the mountaintops? And why is this guy’s flyer…still here? 

Grian scans over the information quickly. The man’s name is Mitch Michaels, he’s 31 years old, and he’s fairly tall. He has brown hair and a beard. He’s smiling in his photo. 

He was last seen in 1981. Eight years ago. 

Grian slowly uncurls his fingers from around the cache box’s lid, letting it rest open naturally. He pulls his radio from his pocket. 

“Hey Scar,” he says, voice detached from body, “do people ever go missing out here?”

They do. June 16th, 1988 was the second worst day of his life. The worst day of his life was June 17th, 1988, when the whole thing hadn’t been resolved by then. 

Scar is a minute or two late answering his radio, and in that time Grian just pores over the missing person flyer. He’s got one for Mumbo folded up neatly in his bag, and in a streak of meanness he almost wants to tape it over the top of this guy’s for visibility. But it’s the only copy he’s got, worn at the creases, so he keeps it close instead. 

The radio crackles to life again, and Scar responds, “Uh, hello to you too G-man. Did you find a missing person?”

“No,” Grain says. Soon, he leaves off. “Just a flyer–Mitch Michaels, 1981.”

“Oh, poor guy,” Scar says. “I remember that, it was my first year working here. He wasn’t even reported missing until some folks with the Forest Service caught on. Such a shame, nobody noticed when he didn’t come home.”

“Yeah,” Grian says, because it’s the only thing he can say through the stranglehold around his neck.

“They asked me if I’d seen him,” Scar continues, “but Jonesy Lake is out of my district. I can see it from the tower just like I can see Two Forks, but the angle isn’t so great since it’s partially obscured by the mountains. I doubt he made it over to Thorofare.”

“How,” Grian says, and then stops to repeat himself again, “How many people do you say go missing?”

“Hmmm,” Scar says. “In a year? Maybe one or two dozen–but those are mostly people who just missed their check in and came back too late. Most of them turn up at the trailhead a couple hours later without even realizing they’ve caused a fuss and the rangers don’t have to do anything at all. Not sure if I’d count them as actual missing people in those cases, but that’s what gets reported to us.”

Grian remembers driving down empty roads at 4 am. He remembers driving for hours, unreachable by phone, not knowing if everything would be fine when he arrived. It’s good that most people turn up a few hours late. Grian’s happy for them. 

It just didn’t happen to him, though. 

Scar keeps going. “A couple people genuinely do go missing here and there, though. Mostly people who are unprepared. Or maybe they were caught out in bad weather, or maybe fell and broke their ankle. Most of those people are found by the rangers or someone else, though.”

“What if someone did everything right?” Grian asks sharply. He still hasn’t taken his eyes off the poster, but the words blur in and out of focus in front of his eyes. “What if someone was prepared? What if they knew what they were doing? What if they did it all right?”

“Uh,” Scar says. “Stuff happens to anybody, G.”

“It shouldn’t.”

“Well, it does. Oh man, you should hear about some of the stuff that happened to me. Did you know that once, I don’t know, maybe three years into the job, I was trying to hike some place and there was a rock slide across the trail? And I thought to myself that I didn’t feel like scrambling over those rocks, I knew where I was going, so I’d just go around!” Scar chuckles to himself. “Yeah, I got very lost that day. Wandered around in those woods until it was dark out and I couldn’t see a thing except the circle of ground my flashlight lit up.”

“I guess you didn’t get eaten by a mountain lion,” Grian says. “Shame.”

“If a mountain lion saw my abs, it would run away screaming,” Scar replies, completely matter of factly in a way that derails Grian’s spiral for just a moment. He finally drags his eyes away from the poster and huffs a small laugh. 

“That’s a bold tactic,” Grian says. 

“Hey,” Scar cries defensively, “don’t knock it ‘til you try it!”

“I will not be trying that,” Grian says. “I will be keeping my shirt on in crisis situations.”

“Fine, I guess you’ll just wander around forever and die,” Scar says. “I tried to give you advice! Anyway, I only eventually found my way back to the path ‘cause I left the light on in my lookout tower and I spotted it over a ridge. You know, we’re not really supposed to leave those on when we leave in order to save propane, but it definitely saved me then.”

“Do you think Mitch is still alive?” Grian says. 

Scar laughs a little on the line, a sad chuckle. “Nah. I keep hoping someone will find his body one of these days so we can send him back to his family, but it hasn’t happened yet. Poor guy. Poor family too, without that closure.”

Grian’s heart speeds up. “You think he’s dead?”

“Uh, yeah?” Scar says. He says it’s like it’s a given. Like everyone knows. “It’s been eight years without a trace. Nobody goes missing that long and turns up just fine.”

Grian pushes forward, startled at his own intensity. His stomach twists. “But how can you be sure?” he presses. “What if he turns up tomorrow?”

“I…I’d be happy for him,” Scar says slowly. “It’d be a miracle. G, it’s harsh out here, even without thinking about how cold the winters get around here. It would be hard for someone to survive.”

“But surely it’s happened before.”

Scar sighs. “I guess I did hear a story on the radio once about a guy who went missing and turned up a few years later. Went by a different name and everything. It turns out he’d just gotten amnesia or something and forgotten his old life. But he wasn’t in the wilderness and was living in like…a house for that time.”

Grian tries to picture a version of Mumbo’s life without him in it, a version where Mumbo doesn’t remember him at all and moves on unbothered under a new name and amnesia. He can’t, because it paints an incomplete picture of Mumbo. 

It occurs to him that he’s just as incomplete, now. 

They’re always part of each other’s lives, that’s why Grian moved across an ocean to join him when he’d received that job offer straight out of college. A Mumbo without Grian isn’t a Mumbo at all, and a Grian without Mumbo is…he sighs. A Grian without Mumbo is this.

“I hope they find that man soon,” Grian says quietly. “In any way.”

“I do too,” Scar says. “It’s sad that the case has been open the entire time I have worked here.”

Grian takes a shaky breath, trying to fill every corner of his lungs. He depresses the radio button and speaks again: “I heard another man went missing here last year,” he says. “I saw it on the news.”

He’d spoken to the news. 

“That was so awful,” Scar says. “I hope they find him soon too. Young guy, hiking alone. He was British just like you, you know.  I don’t think we ever found any of his stuff. I never saw him in my sector of the park but there were a few searches done over here.”

“Didn’t they have to close some of the search due to the fires?” Grian says. He remembers smoke stinging his eyes so viscerally that he blinks against it instinctively even now. “I saw it all over the news last year.”

“Yeah, a lot of sections of trails and backcountry were closed then. I had a lot of work trying to keep an eye out for fires here since a lot of the existing ones were jumping to new locations, but all that smoke made it hard to tell between old and new fires.”

“I hope they find him,” Grian says slowly. He’s got topo maps taped together and marked up folded in his bag, and it suddenly feels like it’s burning a hole in the canvas. 

“I wonder if we’ll ever know what happened,” Scar says. 

“You can’t say it like that,” Grian insists. “They’ll know. They’ll figure it out when they find him, right?” 

When Scar doesn’t instantly reply, Grian presses onward. “He’ll be okay, that was only a year ago. It’s not like with Mitch, he’s been missing for eight years, but this is just one year, you know. It’ll be okay.”

Scar apparently doesn’t know what to say to that, because the only thing he says in return, perfectly vague, is: “I hope they find him.”

“They will,” Grian says forcefully. “Scar? Do you think he’s still alive too?”

There’s a longer pause on the line. 

Grian speaks again, before Scar can find the words. “Nevermind. Just don’t answer that one.”

He pulls the cache box’s lid shut and locks it behind him.

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#hermitcraft #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #hc_firewatch_au #hermitcraft fanfic #quara fanfic

[mbti-notes]

Hi. I'm a software developer. I like thinking up clever algorithms, ways so solve problems and so on, and I'm not bothered by complexity. My weak side is implementation: I literally get hung up on bringing ideas to life in this world because of arithmetic and similar "low-level" stuff. When working in team, taking charge, managing people and solving problems with no known solution is easier than implementing what is known. How do I overcome this downside? My type is xNTJ.

I have discussed these learning issues before because this is a common problem for Ns, see the section on Learning & Study. When learning, the typical N relies heavily on intuition to get by, for example, through: being a good guesser; only remembering information long enough to pass and/or practicing just enough to pass; believing that grasping the "gist" is good enough; only attending to information as long as it keeps one's interest; only performing as well as is necessary to look good in comparison to others; etc. In essence, they don't realize that their way of learning is very superficial and leaves them lacking a strong foundation of knowledge.

Not until they are properly put to the test is it revealed that they: have many gaps in knowledge; have a poor grasp of basic details/skills; don't know the methods/procedures inside and out like they should; have no reliable way to structure information and retrieve it quickly; don't know how to apply ideas and concepts; often waste too much time reinventing the wheel; etc.

A smart person should heed these warning signs and work to correct the N-S imbalance by better integrating the S function into their learning process. When you mentioned "low-level stuff", did you say it with a tone of impatience or disdain (as many Ns would)? If so, it might be revealing a bias against S-related learning.

Unfortunately, in reality, many people also have ego development issues exacerbating their learning problems. For example, some Ns get arrogant because they receive praise or feel rewarded for their bad learning habits. With unearned confidence, they double down on their bad habits. Experiencing multiple failures might push them deeper into denial of their shortcomings. Denial might lead them to stick to situations where they can show off their strengths and avoid situations that would expose their weaknesses.

This behavior reveals that they don't really care about real mastery but only the appearance of it. In the workplace, as long as they can keep weaseling their way into a better position, they can keep telling themselves that they don't have a problem. Having curated a false self-image over many years of being "quick", "intelligent", "insightful", "creative", or being "above mundane tasks", etc, they fear what might happen if they were to take the mask off. I am not saying you have this problem. I only mention it as a common obstacle to be aware of.

If you want to be an effective learner, you have to get rid of your bad learning habits, whatever they are. To really know your stuff seems like the harder path to take (that's why many choose to fake it instead), but the pay off is huge when you're eventually able to handle and adapt to any situation with ease. Personal growth is its own reward. It's important to note that the best learners care about personal growth and understand that humility and curiosity are vital to learning. Humility is necessary for acknowledging the full extent of one's ignorance. Curiosity is necessary for doing what it takes to fill in those gaps. This means arrogance and stubbornness are two big no-nos.

It sounds like, for reasons you should reflect on, you've put the horse before the cart. Learning is a complicated process. It needs to follow a particular sequence in order to maximize intellectual growth. But many people are impatient and want to do higher order tasks without properly mastering lower order tasks first.

For instance, the problem of "application" can be broken down and understood like this:

You don't possess enough foundational knowledge because you didn't put enough effort into memorizing all the important details, ideas, concepts, principles, etc.

You don't have a deep understanding of the subject because you didn't "make it your own" by taking the necessary steps to organize information properly into a comprehensive and coherent structure.

You can't apply ideas well because you don't have detailed knowledge of methods and procedures and/or you haven't put in the many hours necessary to practice and learn from practical mistakes.

There are several possibilities. It's possible that only #3 is the problem. It's possible that #3 is a problem because of #2. It's possible that #3 is a problem because of #2 AND #1. Whatever the problem is, go back and fix it.

#intuition #intuitives #intj #entj #infj #enfj #infp #enfp #intp #entp #learning #study #application #mastery #arrogance #growth #development #ask

[kafus]

what's your personal story with lumineon? i'm really happy to see empoleon, cradily, and fidough here since they're some of my own favorites! - 🦢

ogh ty for asking, i forget if i've shared this before but even if i have i'm doing it again LOL

even though FRLG was my first pokemon game, for a variety of reasons, i consider sinnoh/gen 4 to be my true childhood pokemon games. despite this, my childhood memory is extremely spotty (i am almost 24 years old + i have a severe dissociative disorder, i don't remember shit ever LOL) and so my memories of actually playing gen 4 are very few and far between. but lumineon is involved in two of the ones i still manage to hold onto

in pokemon diamond, i actually completed the natdex as a child, which was an arduous process that took me a Really long time, i don't know how long. i unfortunately no longer have this save file. gen 4 was obviously the dawn of wifi features and i always wanted to complete my dex in FRLG but i couldn't because i didn't have the hardware/games to trade with myself and i didn't have friends (in fact i was bullied pretty severely for liking pokemon, i had to change schools) so when i could use the GTS and trade with people online i got VERY excited about dex completion, and just like, interacting with people. i managed the task with a mix of breeding eevees and evolving them into eeveelutions as trading chips on the GTS and using my mom's yahoo account without her permission to ask for trades from people on fucking Yahoo Answers lol (sorry mom SDJKSD)

i don't actually remember doing most of this, i was just able to put it back together with context clues from my pearl file that survived and things i am just vaguely aware happened but don't actually have Sensory Memory of. BUT what i do remember is that one night i realized i was finally almost done and somehow the finneon line is the one line of pokemon i never got. they were the Final Dex Entries i needed. i did everything in a really weird order and wasn't prioritizing the sinnoh regional dex lol

so i went and caught a finneon and grinded it to evolve it into lumineon. i think the reason i remember this is because i was so close to being done, i was way more impatient with grinding than usual, and then just like. the sheer pride and relief i felt when that finneon evolved and then scrolling through the complete dex list is like nothing i had ever felt before gonna be honest. high point of my childhood

even back then i formed an attachment to lumineon in this moment and i used that lumineon for other stuff in sinnoh. i don't remember how i found this out, but one of the first competitive doubles strategies i ever learned was that thunder always hits in rain, and i knew that my lumineon had rain dance through level-up and i had a luxray with thunder, and i was Obsessed with pokemon battle revolution, so i have a brief memory of spamming thunder with my luxray after setting up the rain with lumineon and being really proud of myself for that (even though there's way more optimal ways to do this that i'm aware of now LOL, cut me some slack i was 8 years old)

this is a really long explanation cause i wanted to really emphasize WHY this meant so much to me as a kid but tldr lumineon was the last remaining pokemon left for me to get the dex entry for in sinnoh as a kid and it was a culmination of a lot of months of work and then i went on to use that lumineon in battles and yeah shoutout to lumineon

#kiki was here #asks #swan anon #anonymous

[nahalism]

i was wondering, how did you get to develop your art? im currently in a process where i am trying to experiment and go beyond the need to create art that is realistic (as in "objectively like reality as it is", like I was being told by both school and family). i feel like I struggle a lot to follow my inspiration because of this, and I am also trying to learn how to draw scenes from my own ordinary life, but unfortunately I am quite impatient and frustrated with my inability to create what I wish to create + perfectionism in general makes me scared of using colour as well 😭 I really admire your art so much, both your sketches and finished pieces, and I have always wondered your own learning process throughout the years. please feel free to not reply if you feel uncomfortable cause I know it is a very personal process as well, and above all I hope you are doing well and I am sending you endless love <333

🥺🥺 this is so lovely to receive because if im completely honest there are multiple moments where i feel exactly as you've just described and despite pushing through it, a message like this is very validating that ive progressed in some way

i dont mind sharing at all. i started drawing/painting when i was 21/22 which is relatively late and i was so fearful because despite having a vision for what i wanted to create i lacked any skill that could help me bring what was in my minds eye to fruition. i was also insanely depressed and in the middle of getting my degree at uni (so felt like i had no time to pursue art, at least not to the extent i wanted to). — my plan to get better consisted of multiple things. id draw everyday. i had/have two styles i'd practice, one realism, and the other 'freestyle'? basically draw only from my head and from the rhythms that came naturally to my hand, no references. by doing that, or drawing the human figure/portraits/cars/buildings from my imagination, not only was i reinforcing what id actually learned from my study of the fundamentals, but i was learning to incorporate my own creativity into the rigid structure that sometimes comes from only drawing from reference. by doing that and drawing studies every day i began to build a library in my head of images/poses/character archetypes i could pull from which made drawing from my imagination easier, but also had the structural knowledge of forms/perspective/anatomy to make them look credible. id do this whenever i had free time, and once i left uni began practicing anywhere from 6-9 hours daily. a bit extreme but i felt like i had time to make up for since i started drawing relatively late in life. only tip there is to balance practice with making finished pieces. finished pieces will show you which fundamentals you still need to work on & how much progress you've made. they also show the completion of a thought whereas practice only gives you the tools to bring that thought to reality

just so u know, ur practice of the fundaments is not in vain. you just need to revive your own capacity to draw from your imagination/subconscious. the main thing is knowing your going to find your work horrible for a long time before it gets better. the joy has to come from the process of creating rather than the end product. by the time it gets better, your eye will also have improved, so you still wont be satisfied. thats where growth comes in. being your biggest critic is what will make you great, as long as you remember where you came from (date and keep your work so you can look back on it) and the role criticism plays. separate your skill from your self worth.

something helpful i was once told is along the lines of 'perfectionism is a lie we tell ourselves to justify our procrastination. no one is ever perfect, so the only way to gain skill is to practice. you cant grow if you dont begin. so if your really a perfectionist, your only solution is to start'

i would love to see your work someday and hope i will. wishing you luck and sending you all the courage to begin and be great. you got this <3

#ask

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

Polin FIX IT/TIME TRAVEL Prompt:

I am very much someone who enjoys the ‘Fix it/Time Travel’ troupe for fanfiction. The endless possibility of change, the constant wondering of ‘what if’ – All of it so very intriguing to me…..

So, Picture this:

Penelope Bridgerton nee Featherington was impatiently pacing across the floor anxiously awaiting her husband’s return. Colin had left two days ago at the beckoning of his brothers to chase after their wayward sister Eloise, who just so happened to be Penelope’s dearest and truest best friend. One might blame the stress of the situation clouding her mind to be the cause of what happens next. Some might blame Penelope herself for her lack of awareness and clumsy nature. But Penelope would rather blame her tumbling incident on Lady Luck and her clear favour of seeing Penelope blundering through life without her aid.

A day before Colin is due to return, his unfortunately unlucky wife trips over her own two feet and suffers a blow to the head…… And wakes to discover she is once again fifteen, soon to be sixteen, in the year 1812 on the sixth of April.

This time around, Penelope isn’t going to waste 12 years to finally have her feelings returned. 

Hell Nah. 

*Cue 28-year-old Penelope Bridgerton in her younger self’s body, unapologetically making her love for Colin clear for all to see, especially Colin himself* 

Imagine Charmer Colin Bridgerton absolutely floundering and blushing embarrassingly when faced with young Penelope who shamelessly flirts with him after knocking him off his horse when they first meet. He’s 21 and so very freaked out at having this young yet-to-debut 16-year-old (same age as ELOISE)  flirting with him like some experienced female rake hahaha

He tells himself it was a one-time thing and swears Daphne to secrecy. (Because she was there and is shocked someone so young could be so confidently flirtatious... she couldn’t help but want to take notes). 

He goes on with his life, not expecting to ever encounter the ever-so-forward young Miss ever again. 

BUT THEN!!! 

Its the season of 1813, Lady Whistledown makes her debut and Eloise makes a friend. 

*Cue Colin uncomfortably encountering the bold little lady from a year ago once again.* 

*Cue Colin absolutely floundering and turning red, unable to match the flirtatious wit of a very Confident Penelope Featherington who has no shame in making him blush. HOW DOES SHE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY AND DO TO FLUSTER HIM SO EASILY!!!???!!!* 

*Cue his brothers threatening Colin in the mistaken assumption that he is encouraging her behaviour* 

“.... AND I AM CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO MARRY PENELOPE FEATHERINGTON!” Colin roars back at his antagonizing brothers. 

A loud snickering snort follows his outburst and the three brothers turn to find an amused Penelope leaning against the doorframe. Their faces turn horrified at being caught, but Penelope is far from upset. 

“You Bridgerton men never learn.....” she sighs as she recovers from her laughter. 

“Penelope I - “  Colin flounders, his heart deep in the pits of his belly with fear. 

What exactly he feared, he couldn’t possibly say. But Penelope is unbothered, still amused and entertained - if a little rueful. 

“I never asked you to marry me,” she says - almost as if delivering a line from a play.

Colin feels his stomach twist and his chest ache weirdly at her words. Only to have it leap once again and have blood rushing to his ears from blushing embarrassment at what she says next. 

“At least not yet. Perhaps next year maybe? What do you say, Mr Bridgerton? Will you marry me?” Penelope teases with a wicked smirk that has Anthony and Benedict choking in the background while Colin feels like a blushing maiden being wooed. 

Maybe... despite her efforts, it still takes Colin time to figure himself out? 

Maybe a consequence of Penelope’s confidence has her popularity rising this time around and she has far more suitors/courtship offers than she knows what to do with?

Maybe... Penelope’s confident determination to woo/court Colin intimidates him because he honestly can’t understand why she is so fixated on him when she has so many other options? 

IDK, don’t really have the energy to write this properly to find out. 

But seeing as Penelope has like met all the Bridgerton spouses (minus Hyacinth and Gregs) can we just imagine the absolute chaos she could instigate? 

Like Michael becoming her Bestie (enough so it makes Fran, Colin and Eloise crazy because they won’t stop flirt bantering).

Like Kate and Penelope teaming up for every game played with the Bridgerton’s and dominating until the Bridgerton siblings evoke the rule that they are forbidden from teaming up? 

Or perhaps, when Simon and Daphne were courting, Daphne went to Penelope for flirting pointers and Penelope gleefully delivers. 

As for Philoise.... Penelope does her research. She deep dive investigates Phillip Crane before even entertaining the thought of letting Eloise write the man. (I feel like this Penelope would be 1000 times more overprotective of her Bridgerton family, especially Colin and Eloise). 

I just think we need more fix it/time travel fics for the Bridgerton fam tbh

#prompts #fanfiction #Bridgerton #the bridgerton series #polin #someone write this #time travel #fix it #Penelope Featherington #colin bridgerton

[inlocusmads]

nora & trystan's esl solidarity

because between having emmigrated to a country that speaks english primarily and being born in a household that speaks one language at home and another one outside, things get wildly confusing,, so here are some esl (english as a second language) headcanons for these goofballs:

not understanding sarcasm: nora, growing up, would take in these direct straightforward english sentences and translate them into chinese and sometimes the sarcasm and the subtext is all lost in translation. and for trystan, he'd have trouble navigating his way in new york, especially with the taxis. ("pfft, as if we're such lackeys go there" "then will you?")

so. much of difficult pronounciation! Especially in English class. Nora can read Caesar, but pronouncing Caesar as "kay-sar" is .. not ideal. ("pronounce it the way you read it is a lie!") and Trystan trying to order a coffee, going "ma-zhh--kiatoh?"

subject-verb-object problems: Nora would just give up and use passive voice instead in school because she has absolutely no idea where to fit in the subject - at the end or in the beginning or somewhere in the middle. Trystan would just struggle a lot with the placement of adjectives ("Did you try this vegan chamomile non-GMO tea?" "I have been impatiently waiting for my tea PLEASE it has been more than an hour!")

such much, such many, this much

"it's this THING - THE THING-- what's it called in English? It is called krpa in Drakovian" or "the English equivalent of Tuōbǎ in Chinese"

no. contractions. ever. Especially Trystan. and he doesn't understand the American ways to contract things, because half the time the baristas or the mechanics or the plumbers would just swallow their words and Trystan would have to go, "I am sorry, please repeat."

Nora's the "I learned English from American TV" girlie while Trystan's the "I learned English from books written by English authors" girlie, which means Nora learned how to swear and she cannot stop saying "fuck" or "shit" and Trystan learned pretentious words like "dreadful" and "flabbergasted". (Bonus-> Nora is not used to swearing but she loves the satisfaction, so she sneaks in the swears wherever she can, so it just comes off as weird and Trystan slowly starts adopting an English accent, which sometimes slips into his Drakovian and it is just a big ol' mess)

Even more pronounciation problems! Trystan largely struggles with his "th-" sounds. ("Take a left and then a nor-szz. A nor-zh- a -- a -- norr--zhzthf-- the thing, just take the thing" and "Can I get a banana smoo-zhie?") and Nora interchanging her Js and Gs and Ps and Bs, in addition to adding a "g" at the end of her "n"s and "m"s ("No, the thing is that the tin-g can with the corn is very --" "A what can?" "Ting! Round metal thing")

Nora repressing her Chinese because it reminds her of her dead parents who were her only gateways to her culture versus Trystan speaking Drakovian any chance he gets because it reminded him of the poetry he wrote that made him find his own gateway to his culture, afar from his toxic family's intervention.

Watching movies and TV shows with subtitles ALWAYS. But also having to keep up with the movie plot on Wikipedia because half the times they don't understand the subtext or the tone.

"Hey I'll meet you in noon?" "No, unfortunately I am busy on 12:00pm." "I'm fine meeting at Saturday"

Trystan adopting a fictional English-speaking character's way of speech and it changing from time to time because he reads wayy too many books.

Nora versus plurals. ("I have to get my tooths extracted" "You mean your teeth?" and "I need two doughnut please." "Is that one or two ma'am?" "Two. Two. I mean two doughnut.")

The parallels between Nora speaking in Chinese from her fellow Hong Kong-ese restaurant owners versus Trystan forging a newfound friendship with the belladi chefs as often as they can.

"be gentle with me, English is not my first language" and Trystan going on to writing poetry that rivals fuckin Edgar Allen Poe *and* Nora going on to narrating an interesting case that rivals a medieval bard's storytelling.

Nora butchering up her idioms versus Trystan making new idioms. ("Time to cop that area." "You want to buy that area?" "No! I meant patrol! Doesn't "cop" mean "the action of cops"?" and "Oh, I have been looking forward to this for ages. I would say crack open the jar and butter up some beef! No? Butter does not come in jars? Beef means argument? I thought it meant gossip!")

never understanding rap, because it warps up their sentence structure and what they've known about the English language forever

+ never learning song lyrics as a whole and just humming parts instead that *sounds* similar to what the singers sing because this was the pre-Spotify days where things came in casette tapes and CDs.

CONJUGATION OR more precisely THE LACK OF IT. ABSOLUTE MADNESS.

not having translations for some unique and specific phrases and when you do translate them into english, they just lose their beauty. So Trystan and Nora just end up using Drakovian and Chinese in place.

Nora using "yeah?" as an Americanised substitute for "lah?" "ah?" and "hah?" at the end of her sentences because that, intrisically, is its own emotion.

code switching code switching code switching

Trystan making errors in capitalising his letters because in Drakovian, you do not capitalise day-names, month-names or designations. ("What do you mean it is supposed to be Foreign Diplomat Trystan Thorne and not foreign diplomat? Am I that important to be deserving a capital letter?")

.. and someday when they're too darn afraid to just spit it out, they'd go "Volim te, Nora" and "Wǒ ài nǐ, Trystan".

#thorne rose headcanons #nora x trystan #crimes of passion #choices book club

[akwolfgrl]

Part 2 Phoenix redemption

"In order to rise from its own ashes, a Phoenix must first burn” - Octavia E. Butler, parable of the talents

Sunset strode into the school with her head held high. There were very few students here since there was only a few clubs early in the morning. She could feel their hate-filled glares as she walked past them. Her was chin up in defiance as she headed for the principal’s office. Sunset knocked on the door, waiting impatiently for the signal to come in. She heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Sunset? Come in come in. “ Principal Celestia opened the door, gesturing for her to come inside.

“Thank you. “ Sunset stepped inside.

She normally tried to avoid being alone with Celestia since she had been so close to her counterpart who had the uncanny ability to see right through Sunset. So far, the Principal hadn’t quite the same uncanny ability. Sometimes, perhaps, she saw more then let on, but that was neither here nor now. Sunset needed to focus on the problem at hand.

“How can help you today, Sunset? “

“What are my options for leaving this school?” Sunset questioned, hoping for an answer. “I am not anon-a-miss, but if I can not convince the Rainbooms off this, then I have no chance of convincing the rest of the school. I'm not a masochist I will not stay where I'm not wanted. “

The principal sighed. “I’m sorry, Sunset. I had hoped my students had learned better, but unfortunately that doesn't seem to be the case. “

Sunset felt a flutter of guilt pass through before shoving it aside. Now was not the time.

“I will be sad to see you go. You’re my best student. Top of all your classes in fact. I believe you have enough credits to graduate early if you wish. If, of course, you finish your SATs which I’m sure we can get those done before the end of this semester. “

Sunset felt her heart leap with excitement. A way out! College sounded wonderful, a real challenge. Sunset could only imagine how much she would learn and discover while there. Twilight would hopeful be excited for her.

The student nodded with approval. “That sounds great actually! I’ll do whatever I need to. “

Celestia nodded and went over to her file cabinets and took out a few college applications and handed them to Sunset, along with SAT practice sheets.

“I’ll arrange for you to start your SATs, so use this time to study. I’m certain you'll do great, Sunset. We will miss you. “

Celestia looked genuinely sad to see her student go, but it was for the best. The principal knew if Sunset stayed she'd just bring more trouble since she was anon-a-miss’s target. It was time to move onwards. Time’s arrow matches forward after all.

Something caught Celestia’s vision. “Sunset, what happened to your hand?” The principal asked, concern shining in her pink eyes.

Sunset looked down at the bandage covering her right hand. “Just some broken glass. It’s not a big deal.” she smiled reassuringly.

Principal Celestia still look slightly concerned and a bit sceptical. But Sunset was not a child and she refused to be coddled. She never had been while growing up and was not about to start now. But she didn't say anything, she knew when to pick her battle's. Principal Celestia was not the enemy. Sunset gathered up her papers and stood ready to leave before saying something she would regret.

“Thank you, Principal Celestia, but I’m afraid I need to be headed to class. Shall I come find you when I’m ready for my SATs?” Sunset inquired.

Principal Celestia nodded her head, her aurora-colored hair moved slightly with the momentum. How similar yet so vastly different to the princess sunset once admired.

“Have a good day, Sunset. Please don't hesitate to come to me about any problems you’re having.” The woman offered with a kindly smile.

Sunset merely nodded her head as she walked out the door and to her locker. The halls were now filled with students laughing, talking and arguing. There seemed to be even more teasing and anger than yesterday. Sunset was bumped into several times but she kept her head held high and ignored them. There were far too many people to pinpoint each offender. She finally made it to her locker, growling at the graffiti written on.

“Oh, how original!” Sunset called out, sarcasm dripping from her lips. “anon-a-bitch and she demon! I knew you all weren't the brightest but how pedestrian and unimaginative. “ It seemed CHS was full of imbeciles. Why had she ever given them the benefit of the doubt was beyond her. She put up with the abuse before right after the fall formal racked with guilt (and still a bit shaken up due to being shoot with rainbow lasers) thinking she deserved it, she had her friends as sort of a back up. They never stopped the abuse, but there was the chance that they might. Now that she had been abandoned, she was fair game. Sunset slammed her locker shut, chin in the air, and headed to her first class.

Sunset took her seat in Honors Calculus, setting down her text and notebooks. Grabbing her pencil and her SAT practice sheets, she would need something to keep herself occupied after all. Most of her classes were honors, the exception being her art class and free period. Sunset began to read through the practice sheet, circling the questions she would like to study more. The class went by quickly and quietly without incident.

Sunset headed down the hall to her next class when she was shoved against the lockers. She looked up to see Hoops smirking down at her.

“You really shouldn’t smirk. It just makes you look even more idiotic. “ Sunset knew she shouldn’t say it but she’d rather deserved to be hit.

Hoops’s face flushed with anger and he threw a punch. Sunset wasn’t sure where it was supposed to hit, but she could have moved out of the fist’s way but she had been a touch too slow. His fist contacted with her shoulder, hard. She punched him in the balls and quickly slipped out from under his arm and twisted behind him and kicked him against the locker, keeping her foot against his back as he whimpered from pain.

Sunset growled. “Do that again and i will squeeze your balls so hard it’ll pop out of your skull. And i will shove them down your throat. “

She watched satisfied as his dumb face paled further. Hoops quickly nodded.

“Please don’t hurt me again.” He whimpered, scared and in pain.

Sunset took her foot away, flipped her hair and walked away, heading to her next class. The students that had crowded around in anticipation, hoping for a fight, quickly parted. She knew that little display wouldn't be enough to keep her safe. She rolled her shoulders, biting back a hiss. He struck her hard. Sunset would have to put an ice pack on it when she got home after her shift at Tamaki and Tea Sushi Bar were she worked as a waitress. She entered Honors History. It was surping how similar their histories were, where in Equestria, it was magic mostly. Here it was typically guns and a lot more death. It wasn’t Sunset’s best subject. She actually had to study for it. As the student pulled out her stuff for this class, a wad of paper hit her on the head.

“Whoever threw that needs to knock it off before I make you.” Ms. Harshwhinny snapped. “It is highly inappropriate. I expect maturity from my students. “

Thankfully, that was the last incident until lunch time. Sunset’s next class, Honors English, was right next door. Sunset stood in the line for lunch, staring the other students down and pointedly refusing to even glance in the direction of her prior companions. When she was close to the food trays, Sunset grabbed one and placed on it an egg salad sandwich and an orange before heading to the library for some quiet when suddenly her tray was smacked out of her hands. She watched as her food hit the floor, the orange rolling away. A girl snickered and began to walk away. Sunset grabs the tray and swings it, hitting the back of the girl’s bare legs.

“Ow! “ The girl yelped in surprise.

“Wha in tarnation do ya two think y’alls up ta ove’r here? Now yous two best be pickin up ta mess ya’ll made else i be fixen a talkin ta wit the principal bout tis. “ Miss Smith, Applejacks’s grandmother and the school lunch lady, came bustling over. She stood over the pair with her hands on her ample hips.

Sunset bit the inside of her lip to keep back a retort and got down on her knees to pick up the mess tossing it in the trash.

“But she hit me!” The other girl cried, pointing at Sunset. “It's all her fault! I'm not picking up that mess!”

Sunset watched as the elderly woman grabbed the girl by her ear. “Who be teachn’ ya ta mouth off ta elders youngn? Now go get yurself a mop ‘n bucket. “

The girl ran off. Sunset couldn't remember her name, just that she was friends with Photo Finish. Sunset went after the orange that had rolled away- thankfully- from other students. She gave the the orange a quick look over. It seemed like it hadn't been too damaged so she kept it. Sunset knew she should eat it, especially since she forgot about breakfast, but she wasn't in the mood for food anymore. Sunset did notice that her bandage was starting to get dirty. She made a mental note to make sure to change it when she got home.

Sunset turned to Miss Smith. “Am I done here? Or do you want me to wait for her to come back?” She asked politely.

Miss smith waved her hand. “Nah. Ye best be getting along ‘fore another ting comes along.”

Sunset nodded and headed off to the library to study. It was becoming quite clear that she need to leave, otherwise someone (probably her) would be dead by June. It was a good thing she already had a discussion about this very subject.

Lunch came and went. The slightly dented orange had been left uneaten. Sunset really hadn't been in the mood for food. Thankfully, that had been the only little incident for the rest of the day. Pinkie Pie had glared at her all through art class and multiple bumps in the hall, but it was nothing compared to earlier this morning.

Sunset caught the bus to the mall right after school. She had a shift in Platform Sandals to complete before heading home. Hopefully Applejack and Rainbow Dash weren't working today. Getting off the bus, Sunset went straight for the bathroom to change clothes.

“What are you doing here, traitor!” A familiar scratchy voice barked at her. Sunset turned to glare at the rainbow-haired teen, holding up her work uniform.

“Changing clothes, obviously.” Sunset spoke calmly even though her heart was pounding in her chest. Dealing with the other students had been easy compared to this.

“Likely story!“ Rainbow continued to shout at her.

Sunset shrugged, resisting any urge to beg for her ex-friend- how bitter that word felt- to listen or to punch her lights out.

“Believe what you will, but I must be getting along to work “ Sunset stepped into the stall, her face falling as tears threatened to fall. She felt Rainbow Dash pound on the stall door.

“Come out here, traitor! I'm not done with you yet!“ Her fists shook the stall door. "Get out of thire so I can kick your ass!"

Sunset ignored her and continued to get dressed. She wished she had remembered her father's words much earlier.

“Friendship and caring are a disadvantage.” he would tell her. The only ponys he cared for were himself and his younger brother.

Rainbow Dash continued pounding on the stall door, obviously irritated at being ignored. Sunset took a deep breath and wiped the door open.

“Leave me the fuck alone, after all you're quite good at leaving. “ Sunset pushed past her former companion sliding her bag with her street clothes over her shoulder, wincing slightly. She hurried out the door before Rainbow Dash had a chance to respond or relate. Luckily there had been someone else in the bathroom at the time, or else Rainbow Dash more than likely would have done something very rash.

Sunset was wary when she finally unlocked her door, her feet and shoulder ached badly. She wanted to go inside put her free meal in the fridge shower change and go to bed. She always got a free meal after her shift. Sunset did in fact eat most meats, beef was one she felt off about, after all cows back home were sentient. Chicken, fish and pigs were not however.

“Yoo hoo Sunset dear I need your help! “ Ms. Petunia called out.

Sunset groaned and shut her door turning to her neighbor one of the many elderly who lived there. It was a nice arrangement. Sunset got to live rent free but she was like a mix between a property manager and home help provider. She did everything from changing light bulbs, to grocery shopping(mostly large and or heavy objects).

“Yes Ms. Petunia how can I help you.”

“Oh Sunset I've told you many times to call me Emerald. “She waggled a green finger tutting lightly. Her pale sea green hair was pulled back in a yellow scarf.

“Now I need you to help me fix me tv its acting all wonky again. I told my son I didn't need a fancy fangled new Tv my old one worked perfectly fine. But you know men and their toys. “ Emerald Petunia chatted her slippers scuffing slightly on the floor ass she lead sunset inside her kimono robe trailing behind like silk waterfall.

Sunset reluctantly followed her inside. She wasn't even from this world and understood technology better than some of her neighbors. She tuned out Ms. Petunias chatter the best she could as she yet again reporgamed the Tv.

“Oh thank you dearie! Here have some chicken Alfredo your much to thin my dear. Have you been eating properly? And your fancy fish from your doesnt count. Why there's barely anything there! Not a proper meal at all. “

Ms. Petunia handed Sunset a big tupperware container full of chicken alfredo. Her neighbors sometimes tired to feed her up always saying how she was so skinny. They meant well food was their way of showing they cared about her. It was still an odd feeling, have anyone actually care about her. Her parents certainly hadn't. Times like this Sunset felt that her father was wrong.

“Thank you. “

“Your welcome dearie. You have a good day at school tomorrow. “

Sunset headed back to apartment put her food in her mini fridge, kicked her shoes off and trudged up the stairs and promptly passed out cold. Not bothering to even change her clothes.

#fanfic #my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony #mlp g4 #mlp fim #sunset shimmer #rainbow dash #princess celestia #Phoenix redemption

[kitwing-moving]

ummm. fantasy vivtatsu au where tatsu is a vampire this takes place somewhere in the middle of the storyline Its not important exactly when.........tch

its just vivian letting tatsu feed from her etc etc Also vivtatsu first kisndndndlskepeo WATEVER not proofread ignore any mistakes etc etc

Eyes flicking from her outstretched wrist and towards her teal-haired friend, Vivian was growing increasingly anxious.

"A-are you gonna do it or not?" Her voice came put much more snippy than she intended, and inwardly she apologized to him. Really, she wasn't mad at him and didn't want Tatsumi to think that - she was more terrified than anything, trying to keep herself still and hide how much she was shaking.

Although, she's not sure if Tatsumi would believe her if she said she wasn't angry, glare burning a hole into the ground as she refused to look at him, and now the tone of her voice.

She was just struggling to hide her fear, and unfortunately...

"Vivian." He sounded apologetic. "You don't need to do this. I'm sorry if I made it seem like an obligation, but -"

Vivian cut him off, shaking her head. "No! No no, it's okay. Um. Yeah, it's fine. Just hurry up and do it." She wished she could articulate her feelings more clearly, but it was getting more and more difficult with how her heart twisted with anxiety. But how would she even phrase it? 'You're one of my only friends and it'd be stupid for me to let you die' ?

She's not entirely sure if that would convince Tatsumi or leave him more concerned, and so she kept it to herself for now, only urging him to feed.

"The... the more you feel bad or whatever, or.. or whatever, um..." Vivian felt stupid stumbling over her words like this, clenching her fists as her words slowly died in her throat until she wasn't able to get anything out. She simply tried to swallow her fear down, stretching her wrist further towards Tatsumi as she shut her eyes tight.

She'd rather he feed from her wrist than her neck - a much safer option with how jumpy she knew she would get.

Tatsumi only sighed, eyebrows drawn together in worry and regret. He whispered an apology as he gently grabbed her wrist, lifting it to his mouth. He could feel her tremble more, watching as her face scrunched up.

His heart ached, and he attempted to soothe her with a soft kiss to her hand but it only seemed to spook her. She jumped, eyes snapping open as a strangled noise came out of her mouth before her face reddened in embarrassment.

"Oh." Vivian stared at him, eyes wide. "I.. I thought.." She trailed off, heart stuttering in her chest before she glared. "Guhh... just hurry up."

"Of course." Tatsumi pressed another kiss to her hand before he moved to her wrist, glancing at her. "Are you still certain - "

Once again, Vivian cut him off. "Just!! Do it!" She shut her eyes, moving her other hand over her heart as if she could somehow stop it from jumping in her chest, hold it still and calm herself.

Really, Vivian did appreciate his worry for her, and she was sure if not for her anxiety she would have had the right words to reassure him and not her impatient insistence.

But the feeding was quick and much less painful than she had anticipated. Her wrist ached and she refused to look at the wound, pointedly staring away from her arm. If she didn't look, then it didn't hurt. She was feeling a bit lightheaded though, swaying on her feet slightly.

"Once again, I apologize." Tatsumi said as he reached for gauze - Vivian had been prepared after learning of his state, laying out several items she had collected to tend to herself after he fed from her.

Vivian only remained silent, hand over her heart balling into a fist. Tatsumi took her silence as something negative - did she regret this?

"Truly... I am." He was mindful to treat her with added care and gentleness now, fingers lightly touching her skin as if he was scared of breaking her as he wrapped the gauze around her wrist.

"..'S okay." Her voice was shaky, and she turned her head halfway to glance at him through the corner of her eye. Her face was burning, and the more she was aware of his attention on her and the care he gave, the more she wanted to curl in on herself.

It was almost impossible to hide her feelings, and yet she would have almost preferred that he thought her mad at him.

But she couldn't stop herself when she felt his lips against her knuckles, snapping her head over to look at him with wide eyes.

"Thank you, my angel." His eyes were soft, shining as he smiled at her, and Vivian hated the way her heart jumped.

"Yeah." She could only whisper, nodding. "Okay." She wanted to yank her arm away and snap at him, although only as a way to get her heart to calm itself and lay still.

But as much as she hated feeling so embarrassed, she liked the feeling of him holding her with such care and tenderness, the feeling of being seen.

Vivian opened her mouth, desperately trying to find something to say, something much less awkward and something that returned his sentiments, but there was nothing.

But maybe she didn't need to say anything, as Tatsumi's eyes only twinkled in amusement before he reached forward, hand against her cheek. He could feel the heat from her face, watching as she fought against a giddy smile.

"Ah... I truly do believe you are a blessing sent to me, my angel." He didn't miss the small flinch as she fought against her urge to jump away, face scrunching up in her attempt to glare at him.

It was adorable. And Tatsumi couldnt help but lean forward, letting go of her wrist to hold her face with both hands. "May I kiss you?" His own heart stuttered as he said these words, and he ached to take Vivian in his arms and hold her and kiss her. He couldn't help but think in amusement - if he truly did do that, he was a little afraid she might keel over and die if only a kiss on her hand effected her this much.

But to his surprise, Vivian only gave a slight nod, looking away. "Y... yeah. Um. Okay."

"Are you certain?" Thumb gently rubbing over her cheek as he spoke, Tatsumi took her moment of silence as a chance to admire how she looked - face entirely red and shaky, giddy smile on her face that she was fighting desperately against.

"...Yeah." Vivian wanted to curl in on herself so bad, her feelings and Tatsumi's close proximity almost overwhelming, yet she knew she'd only regret it if she were to turn tail and hide until her embarrassment wore off.

The moment Tatsumi's lips met hers she almost jumped back, giddiness almost a pleasant feeling cold in her veins. And when Tatsumi pulled away, looking at her with such love and adoration, Vivian finally gave in and turned away to cover her face with her hands.

She couldn't bear to look at him any longer - it felt like her heart was going to explode with all the feelings she had and it was overwhelming. Yet she didn't protest when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him in a hug.

"Thank you once again, Vivian." His voice was soft beside her ear. "Thank you, my blessing."

#🐾.txt #angelic song #🐾.writing

[mephinomaly]

[TL] Joyful/Chapter 3

Location: In the morning, two days later. En route to school

Shinobu: Fufu. The time that Hiiro-kun and I leave for school is the same. What a nice coincidence ♪

Hiiro: Umu. Not to say that this is unimportant…but I will take this opportunity regardless.

There is something I want to ask you, Shinobu-kun, so may I?

Shinobu: What is it? I will answer whatever it is you want to ask ♪

Hiiro: Then… what does the “Easter” part of “Easter Fes” mean?

Shinobu: …

Uhh, ummm? Hiiro-kun, have you perhaps been listening to us talk about Easter without knowing what it is?

Hiiro: I have looked through the documents Anzu-san gave us, and I understand that it is some sort of festival related to spring.

But, it is because it’s the first time I have heard such a word, and the first time I have become aware of such a concept. I want to know about it in more detail, for when I participate in Easter Fes.

Shinobu: Come to think of it, when I was speaking with Anzu-dono in the cafeteria, I heard them say some words I was unfamiliar with.

However, if someone were to try asking me, I also do not think I could explain what Easter is very well…

I know what the word Easter means, but I do not know why it is called Easter…

I am also unaware of why imagery such as rabbits and eggs are associated with it.

Hiiro: Do you think there’s some books about it in the library? Or is it a better idea to speak with someone who is more knowledgeable on the topic?

Shinobu: Someone more knowledgeable…. Fumu. Kagehira-senpai participated in Easter Fes last time, so should we ask him?

I shall contact him now, and ask if he is available after school. I’ll do it now... Click click ♪

Location: Handicrafts Clubroom

Hiiro: —And that’s why we would like you to teach us about Easter, Kagehira-senpai.

Mika: Ahaha, ‘’m not really that knowledgeable ‘bout it either. I may of participated, but I didn’t learn much.

But that’s why I’m happy you two asked me. I got a lil' impatient and borrowed a book about it~ ♪

Hiiro: Ah, so there was already a selection of books in the library. On behalf of both of us, thank you Kagehira-senpai.

Mika: You’re welcome ♪ Now I’m thinkin’ of it, will Hinata-kun be joinin’ us?

Shinobu: Unfortunately, Hinata-kun is working until the afternoon… He said to “tell him everything we talked about too!”

It seems that today’s lesson was a last minute thing.

Mika: I hope he can make it in time for the next lesson. Until then, we can learn as much as we can about Easter.

Hiiro: Umu. As I have studied in depth the common practices of the city, my behaviour will change in accordance to the knowledge I will learn.

Shinobu: If possible, it will be good if the knowledge we learn can be applied to the shuffle unit! ♪

Mika: Well then, the first thing that I want t’take a look at is this book…

It says here that Easter means “celebrating the return of life”. What does that mean一[1]

Hiiro: Easter is celebrated because it is the day when Christ was resurrected.

It’s called “Easter” because it celebrates the arrival of spring…

In the description, it says that the terms represent ideas of life and rebirth, as well as prosperity of one’s descendants.

It was discovered that prayers done at this festival are common in nature, even in different cultures and countries.

Shinobu: Now that I also know the reason behind why rabbits and eggs are used as motifs, I feel a sense of relief ♪

Mika: I see~. Now I know it’s a symbol, I can remember there being lots of Easter eggs displayed over the stage at Easter Night.

Talkin’ of Easter eggs, I had a part-time job paintin’ egg-shaped capsules ‘n sellin’ egg chocolates at the event.

I used masking tape t’paint the capsules all colourful. That job was really fun…

Even if I got the chance, I don’t think I could get a part-time job this time ‘round…

If there’s something like a paintin’ segment in the Easter Fes, I’d like to do it again.

Shinobu: If that were to happen, I most certainly would also participate!

A moment ago, I saw a picture of a frog drawn onto an Easter egg. I feel at ease…♪

Hiiro: Looking back at the contents of the documents, it seems that various events are planned during it.

Surely we’ll be able to plan for there to be some ceramics painting? It’ll definitely be fun if everyone can join in.

Mika: Yup yup. Everyone can do Easter egg painting. I hope that’s true…

Shinobu: By the way Kagehira-senpai, what kind of painting did you do last time?

Mika: Errr. I stuck skull tape and…

Ahh!

Hiiro: ? Is something wrong?

Mika: I just saw the time - I need to get back to the dorms and change my clothes, otherwise I’ll be late for lesson…!

Shinobu: Oh! That’s true. You should get going…!

Hiiro: Sorry. I said I wanted to learn about Easter, but instead I have made us rush around.

Shinobu: Nono, it was a good opportunity for us to learn an ample amount about Easter ♪

Mika: Now that we’ve talked about it, I also feel even more ready for it ♪

Shinobu: Last time, I was simply imitating Hibiki-dono, but this time I’m going to try my absolute hardest to keep up. I’ll do my best today!

Hiiro: I also feel the same way about the Easter Fes. I wonder what Wataru-senpai is going to teach us today?

they normally say easter in katakana, but in the quotation marks, kanji is used hence why mikas like huh what that mean. the kanji is 復活祭 roughly meaning 復 - to restore, 活 - life, 祭 - celebration/rituals

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[scary-wizard-tower]

characters: makoa

sfw

special kinks: soft vore, implied digestion

length: 1.1k

minors dni

Makoa was just about as feared as Tamatoa was when it came to unfortunate casino patrons. It was widely known among the regular gamblers that cheaters never prospered, and instead were subject to whatever beck and whim Tamatoa and Makoa had.

This time was no exception.

A man, who was dressed in rather nice clothing, stood in front of Makoa, almost a sort of confusion in his face. He hadn't learned to be afraid yet, Makoa mused. It would only make the whole endeavor that much better.

“What's your name?” Makoa asked, folding his arms across his chest. The two of them stood alone in one of the dark back rooms of the casino, the muffled sound of the gambling floor still permeating the walls. The scent of cigarette smoke wasn't so offensive, either.

“My friends call me Palm.” the man answered. “It's…a long story.”

Makoa raised an eyebrow, looking Palm over with his good eye.

“Well, Palm.” he said. “Do you know why you are here?”

“I have a feeling you're going to tell me.”

“We have a set of rules here, friend.” Makoa began. “They are few and far between, of course. We do not like to limit the imaginations of our attendees, as I am sure you are aware. But our fine establishment has no tolerance for…cheating.”

Palm swallowed hard.

“W-well, most casinos don't.”

Makoa watched the man squirm under his gaze. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

“We give our patrons so much. Drinks. Food. Entertainment. And yet…I am disappointed when people ask for more. Of course, you can have as much food or sex as you want. But trying to cheat us out of our money, well, that isn't very fair, now, is it?” Makoa stepped toward Palm, his massive frame towering over him. “But unfortunately, we have such patrons come in from time to time. On the bright side, we do have ways of…taking care of these people."

“Y-yeah?” Palm asked, stepping backward away from him. “I-I’d imagine. This place has been around for ages.”

Palm soon reached the wall, unable to back away anymore. Makoa stopped inches away from him.

His stomach growled.

“How much money did you think you could swindle from us, Palm?” Makoa asked. “Did you truly think you would get away with it? I mean, come on. Tampering with the slot machine? You couldn't possibly have thought that would have worked.”

Palm’s mouth was dry. He didn't know what else to say.

Makoa sighed.

“Oh, well. Your actions have consequences, friend. Surely you knew trying to cheat us was wrong. Nobody that's tried hasn't gotten caught.” He took a step back and untucked his shirt, beginning to unbutton it.

“Y-you’re not gonna–”

“Fuck you? No. I considered it, but…it would be a waste of time. I just don't want my favorite shirt to be ruined.” Makoa answered. Palm heard Makoa's soft, fuzzy stomach growl again. “All this talk’s just worked up my appetite.”

“What?”

Makoa laughed.

“Cheaters never prosper.”

Before Palm could try dashing away, Makoa pinned him against the wall with his strong arms, his claws almost digging into the other man’s shoulders.

“Let go of me!” Palm protested. Makoa just laughed.

“Come now. We can move past this soon enough.”

Makoa's jaws parted, and Palm could see his huge mouth lined with sharp teeth, glittering with saliva in the dim light. His hot, humid breath hit Palm’s face, prompting him to try squirming away. Makoa leaned forward and ran his wide, slimy tongue over Palm’s skin, tasting the tender human skin the poor man had.

Makoa chuckled.

“You human-types are always so delicious.”

Before Palm could try screaming for help, Makoa pushed his head into his mouth, his tongue once again exploring his face. Slowly, Makoa opened his jaws further and pushed Palm's head toward the back of his throat, the heat from inside his body almost too much to bear. His impatient stomach growled again. He was going to enjoy this.

Makoa's grip on Palm didn't waver. Palm’s head finally reached Makoa's throat, which was slick with saliva and compressed him from all sides. Makoa's tongue ran over Palm's neck and shoulders, and he groaned with the sensation of Palm’s continued struggling.

Makoa's throat bulged outward with the mass he was taking in, and he gave a mighty swallow as Palm’s chest began entering his body. Palm tried to scream, but was muffled by Makoa's body. All that showed of his head from the outside was a vague shape beneath Makoa's skin.

Makoa lifted Palm off the ground, swallowing once more as he pushed more of the man deeper inside. The powerful muscles of the esophagus were hard at work drawing Palm closer toward his impending doom, and soon enough, his head reached Makoa's hungry, empty stomach.

Makoa had Palm in up to his stomach, his arms pinned to his sides by the walls of Makoa's nigh invincible throat. Palm kicked his legs, still not giving up the fight, but Makoa just took it in stride. This wasn't the first meal of its kind, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Palm’s head and shoulders began to fill Makoa's stomach, the bulge in his throat beginning to give way to a paunch in his stomach. Makoa tilted his head back, reaching Palm’s waist, until only his futile kicking legs remained outside.

Makoa's flesh pressed down on him from all sides, hot and slimy, with hardly enough room to even wiggle around. Each time he moved and tried to thrash about, it only aided his descent into Makoa's stomach.

Makoa finally let go of him and swallowed again, drawing his legs into his throat, holding his stomach with his hands. Then, finally, Palm fully disappeared inside Makoa's gullet, and the outside world was no more.

Makoa closed his mouth and took a breath, feeling Palm continue his struggling all the way down, trying to fight against the powerful muscle inside Makoa's body, until he finally came to relative rest curled up in the dragon’s distended stomach.

Makoa laughed, running a hand over the soft fur on his belly.

“I haven't been able to get a good meal in a long time.” he said. “Tamatoa usually snaps all of you up before I get a chance.”

Makoa then walked over to the pile of cushions he and Tamatoa normally shared, opting to wait until the massive beast returned from the casino floor.

He watched the rippling of the struggling man in his stomach, resting his head back and sighing contentedly. The man would be nothing but liquid soon enough.

Cheaters never prosper.

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