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dorcas4meadowes · 4 months

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Blood bending - Luke Castellan

Pairing - Luke Castellan x Fem!Poseidonreader (yes persassy)

Summary: watching avatar the last Airbender, but it's just giving Percy ideas on how to hurt Luke <3

(My bsf gave me the head canon and had to execute it)

warning: mentions of blood

w/c (short) 648

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Nostalgia endeared the Hermes' cabin, settling amongst the slouching bodies who took closure beside the blaring television. The soft glow that the screen emitted illuminating their tired yet content faces, casting a haze amongst the cabin of travelers.

The day had be tedious and the fatigued residents found solace in the familiarity of Avatar the last air bender, the show reminiscing through their adolescence.

As the final notes of the departure theme begun to unfold many moved from their strategically placed pillows and forts of blankets to take advantage of the interval. Numerous of the smaller Hermes' children retreating to their beds with heavy yawns and blankets draped over their shoulders. The remainder of inhabitants consisted of the older counsellors, except for a disappointed blonde who sat with his arms folded over one another with a disgruntled expression on his face.

He could not relish in the show for as long as the couple adjacent to him continued to be happy.

He made you laugh? The guy with the personality of wet cabbage, Percy thought as Luke - your boyfriend of 2 months - whispered something into you ear which made you helpless giggle. Percy rolled his eyes and tried to divert his attention away from Luke, focusing on the scent of buttery popcorn which wafted across the room and then in an instant, a sinister thought crossed his mind.

You had caught your breath from Lukes words and let yourself relax against him as one of his arms loosely hung around your middle, his other intertwined with your fingers which rested against his leg. You mumbled mindlessly until something caught your gaze, your brother.

"Can you see what Perce is doing", you asked Luke since your head were mainly stowed into the side of your boyfriend.

"I don't exactly know?" he responded, which made you lift away to watch Percy abide to be a buffoon.

He subtly gestured with his fingers to mimic water bending moves he had seen and then you knew what he was trying to do as his eyes bored into Luke's.

"Baby, he trying to blood bend" you said with ease, glancing back to Luke who didn't move from his spot, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"He can't do that right?" he questioned.

"He wouldn't have the control", you responded.

"Can you?"

"Yes" you mumbled, avoiding the question.

"On who?" he asked.

"That is none of your concern".

Instead of bending Luke's insides, Percy knocked over a bottle of water which sat on the coffee table, spilling its contents across the surface, a laugh falling from your lips.

"Percy its not going to work" you snickered, softening back into your boyfriends arms.

"How do you know?" he inquired, moving his fingers once again.

"You need to be calm".

"I am calm".

"Yes very" Luke intervened.

"Shut up Castellan" he yelled.

"Percy Jackson, do not scream at my boyfriend".

"He deserves it".

"Right i'm calling Sally" you threatened, but before you could stand he begun to apologise immensely. "Not to me, to Luke".

He appeared revolted, his cheeks turning a dark hue of red, "sorry" he whispered.

"Louder".

"Sorry" he said, quieter than the first time.

"Thank you Percy" Luke said beside you, accepting the deflated confession.

"What would you have done anyways Perce?" you asked him. You watched him think about ways he could injure your boyfriend, his features forming a smile.

Throw him into a fire?

Make him spill water on himself?

Drown him?

He could do the last one simply without bending his blood so instead of replying he made a list of potential ways he could hurt your boyfriend, the repetitive thoughts of violence lulling him to sleep against the couch underneath him.

You allowed him to rest until it was only Luke and yourself on the couches. After a few complaints about the sound from the television you stood and let your boyfriend walk you back to your cabin, with a snoozing Percy resting against him in his arms.

"He's cute when he's asleep".

“When he isn’t trying to drown you”.

#luke castellan imagines #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #pjo x you #pjo x reader #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #persassy #riawrites

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xan-from-space · 2 months

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Damn, the Ember Island Players were actually kind of radical, weren't they? The more I think about it, the more it feels like the only way it makes sense in-universe is if being Fire Nation propaganda wasn't the point of their play at all. Aside from a barely tacked on ending where Ozai kills Aang, the play is remarkably sympathetic to the Avatar and a bunch of enemies of the Fire Nation, even framing them as being heroes. Even at points in the story where theyre literally killing Fire Nation soldiers, the narrative still seems to be on their side; they're the underdogs, the relatable ones. Its true that the Fire Nation values strength, but still, you'd expect that in a propaganda play they would be portrayed as at least a little bit more sympathetic... And sure, to some extent the gaang's characters could be seen as defamatory caricutures (the slander on Iroh specifically was probably intentional), but that also might be due to the Players getting a lot of their information from the cabbage man, someone who actively hates the gaang and only ever really sees the worst of them. (And notably, that also means that the Players had worked with an Earth Kingdom merchant to produce the play.)

Mocking the gaang is also just clearly not the point of the play or what people are there for. Sokka's actor says that he's constantly being approached by fans; people genuinely love these characters. The gaang have built entire dedicated fanbases in the Fire Nation because of this play. Honestly, the fact that they're on a remote island is probably the only reason they're able to perform the play the way it is. I imagine it would get shut down pretty quickly on the mainland. Considering all the propaganda in the Fire Nation that we've seen so far, I wouldn't be surprised if the ending was only written that way because it's illegal to write a story where the Fire Lord doesnt win. The play reads less like propaganda and more like 'we're doing the bare minimum to get this story past the censors.'

I'm really curious about what it's like behind the scenes for the Ember Island Players. Are their shows just simple, shlocky entertainment, or could they also be deliberate political commentary? With no recording technology, a play is easier to slip under the radar than something like a book: it's impermanent, stays in one theatre, and performances can be easily tweaked if, say, Fire Nation royalty happens to come by. It's interesting to me that Ursa seemed to like them, while young Zuko had a disdain for them, saying they 'butchered' the story of Love Amongst the Dragons; in all likelihood the version of the story Zuko grew up with in the palace was heavily propaganda-filtered itself. Although, to be fair, they're arguably just not very good playwrights. When it comes to the characterization, I do think some of it only seems bad because we know what the actual characters are like, but a lot of it is just bad writing clearly meant for cheap entertainment. For example, they sexualize Katara quite a bit (and there's other, better analysis out there I've seen that examines how they fetishize her as a Water Tribe girl). And, of course, all of the characters are reduced to shallow and stereotypical comedy.

Still, I think they're worth commending for doing their research and telling a story about enemies of the state that's both sympathetic and surprisingly accurate to actual events, if not the characters' personalities, amidst the Fire Nation's rampant propaganda and misinformation. From the little amount of information about them we can extract from the show, they seem like honestly very interesting people. They're walking this tightrope line between being very close to the heart of the Fire Nation but also separate from it; between being cheap, inconsequential entertainment and being a source of actual news for Ember Island citizens; between telling the underdog story about a ragtag group of children and still trying to make it look like Fire Nation propaganda. I'm not trying to make any big argument on whether they were 'actually good people' or whatever, I just want to know more about them. I kind of wish we could see their production of Love Amongst the Dragons now...maybe I'll write something about them someday

#I wrote this in a haze after randomly catching the episode while my sister was watching it #I'm so fascinated by the inner lives of these people. What does it look like to write and produce these plays?#What does their day-to-day look like? How do the actors feel about their characters?#Actually if anyone has any fanfic recommendations in this vein please tell me #atla #avatar the last airbender #ember island players #the ember island players #atla analysis #zuko #uncle iroh #katara #ursa atla #cabbage man #cabbage merchant #fire nation

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sockiestupidity · 10 months

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Papusa Making-Miguel O'hara x platonic teen reader

Description; Reader is the complete opposite of Miguel and does not easily trust, reader gets caught stress making papusas at ungodly hours by Miguel💀Alternatively:Miguel unexpectedly befriends the newest addition to spider society over food

no spanish bc im a no sabo kid🙈(sorry if he seems too white for y'all)

warnings- lowercase intentional, bad writing/bad grammar, fluff, angst??, implied abuse/neglect, ooc miguel(acts a lot like peter b.???), not proofread, idk what else, let me know if i forgot anything🤷‍♂️ the reader is gn!!! reader is also implied to be nonverbal bc i said so🥰

also the povs slightly change at some points (just ignore it🙏)

first time writing a fanfic pls be nice :))

it was dawning 4:00 am and y/n still had yet to fall asleep, their mind preoccupied with anxiety and paranoia, they took a deep heavy breath, and tried not to close their exhausted eyes. they squeezed their eyelids shut, feeling a headache approaching, and as soon as they did, images of their past events played. they quickly shook their head, trying to get those images out of their mind. as grateful as they were for having a place to stay at hq, they could not help but think about the comforts of their own home. despite the imposing threats of their home, there was almost something cathartic about sleeping on an old bed that was on the verge of falling apart. the young spider's new housing situation felt too safe, too quiet…to… comfortable. as a new spider, they did not know for how long these types of comforts would ve provided without a cost. they almost never slept, as they felt as if they did, these comforts would suddenly gone, as if it was all a sick joke, or a dream

suddenly y/n felt something wet drip down their cheek. "am i crying?" they thought to theirself.

they took another deep breath in, trying not to hyperventilate. in times like these, y/n would usually either bake or cook (only when their parents were not present) or they would just straight up bottle their emotions. y/n sighed as they weighed their options. despite their brains constant paranoia as to what might happen if they get caught baking, they decided to go against their paranoia for once.

as y/n quietly treaded towards the communal kitchen, making sure not to wake anyone up (AN: i imagine that hq house is just a rlly big ahh house so that why theres a communal kitchen). as they looked through the contents available, they remembered that a previous spider had make masa recently, and had leftover masa that desperately needed to be used. y/n also recalled how another spider had previously made pickled vegetables and cabbage and ended up not needing it. this gave the young spider an idea. they swiftly grabbed out the needed ingredients for papusa filling. which included beans, cheese, and loroco. y/n decided to make vegetarian papusas just incase other spiders were interested in eating them. since they basically acknowledged no one in spider society, y/n decided that this could at least be seen as a token appreciation for being taken into the society.

they happily began mixing, almost forgetting the previous events that were plaguing their mind, until a large, menacing figure was seen in their field of vision. y/n suddenly stopped mixing, their hands now trembling with fear, panic clouded their mind, and their eyes began to blur, as they began hyperventilating the figure got closer. in response, y/n decided to continue moving back until they were trapped in a corner of the room.

the figure suddenly came to a halt, y/n looked up to the figure, not being able to recognize the harsh features of the figure.

the figure held a hand up, as soon as the figure did, y/n flinched. the figure suddenly donned what looked like a frown. suddenly, the figure began to speak, "hey, its going to be alright kid, i need you to breathe with me okay?" y/n nodded, still trembling with fear.

the figure began to count with their fingers, "just follow my lead, alright? in for four seconds, hold for seven, and out for eight, alright?" the young spiderlings breathing soon began to calm down after the figure repeated the exercise. soon their vision began to clear, and as soon as it did, they realized that the figure was the stoic man who led the spider society.

he suddenly spoke again, "everything alright?" y/n nodded.

"what are you doing up so late?" he asked the young spider. y/n noted how it looked like he was attempting to soften his features for them.

y/n just simply gestured to the bowl of mix, as well as the pickled vegetables and bag of masa. miguel nodded.

"i have never made papusas before but i have made tamales, could i possibly help you out?" he questioned.

y/n pondered. could they really trust this man? miguel's stature was huge, and could easily take advantage of them. y/n looked down, trying to blink away tears.

miguel attempted a look of sympathy towards the newest spider. he had felt so bad for not monitoring your earth earlier than he decided to. he had seen what had happened after it was far too late. it frustrated him, those events weren't even canon, he could've done something if he had known, there was no need for you to go through that much pain. going through his loss of his daughter made him sympathize with you, not only did you remind him of gabriella, you also reminded him of himself. he felt obligated to take care of you because of your naivete not only that, but he also didn't want to see you go down the same path of destruction he went down.

he took a deep breath in and out, "i understand why you don't trust me, and i respect that alright? but i just want to make it clear that i would never do those things to you. i want you to be able to trust me" he explained to you.

y/n looked back up. he seemed to be trustworthy op enough. after all, he was a grieving father, and seemed as if he had really cared for his daughter.

y/n gestured towards miguel, then to the abandoned products, and then to themself.

"you want me to help you?" he asked, wanting to clarify that he interpreted your gestures right. you nodded in response. he responded with a rare smile.

the two of you got to work, mixing the filling and placing it into the masa. after all the papusas were finally finished with shaping, he finally spoke up.

"maybe next time i can show you how to make tamales, we can even incorporate the banana leaves as well" he suggested.

you pondered his suggestion and nodded with a smile. even though you often did not trust adults, miguel seemed like someone you could trust, and you found it admirable that he was willing to incorporate your culture.

"alright kid, lets cook these" the two of you began to cook the papusas. when the two of you were finally done with cooking the papusas, and cleaning the area, most of spiders in the hq housing were awake, as it was around 6:00 am (AN: realistically papusa making doesn't always take that long but just ignore it for the sake of the story🙏). some of the spiders heading towards the kitchen commented on how good the kitchen smelled.

one of the spiderpeople looked towards you, "did you do this?" they asked. you gestured towards yourself and miguel, miguel simply looked away, "the big bad boss helped you out?" they questioned in shock. the spiderpeople could not believe it. the cold, harsh man had helped you, the timid new kid make food? but it seems that the surprised chatter was soon silenced as people started to eat your papusas.

needless to say that they encouraged you and miguel to cook more often.

AN: if u got this far tysm for reading, i rlly do appreciate it-feel free to leave feed back, or interact in any way🥰 i was inspired to write this bc despite the amount of miguel x hispanic reader works there were, i felt like most of them were targeted towards mexican ppl (or like some of yall forget that other latin countries besides mexico exist) and i wanted to see some rep for salvadorans

#across the spider verse #spiderman across the verse #miguel o'hara #x reader #platonic relationships #platonic reader #teen reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #spideverse #hispanic reader #platonic!reader #teen!reader #spiderverse x reader #atsv #hope you like it #let me know #running out of tags

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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more facts about death angels. They’re only known weaknesses are high frequency audio feedback, and their inability to swim, they don’t eat humans (they only kill them, I have no idea what they actually eat), they’re biosonar (they can use echolocation). These next few parts are copied and pasted from some wiki The creatures are slightly taller than a human, with overall proportions that are lithe and lean. Their body posture vaguely resembles a cross between a gorilla and a flightless bat: all four of their limbs are digitigrade, walking on their knuckles, with arms drastically larger than their legs — resulting in them usually running on all four limbs but capable of rearing up to attack or jump large distances. Due to their claws and great strength, they are very adept at climbing on walls. Their head features a large jaw filled with sharp teeth and no eyes. With no apparent nose, it is unclear if they possess a sense of smell, or if this is perhaps achieved through sense organs in the mouth. The entire head is actually composed of multiple sections of armor plates that can be held open if they want to listen more closely for prey — unfolding like a hellish cabbage. The delicate ears underneath the armor are vulnerable to conventional weapons, explaining why they only briefly lift their plates if they feel they are safe and tracking an enemy or prey. As confirmed by Krasinski, the aliens are not sapient, but vicious animals. Just how intelligent they are is unclear, as they mostly seem driven by pure instinct, though the Abbotts' whiteboard speculates that they are capable of hunting in packs. Besides, invariably when one was killed, another came running to the location of its death.

Imagine being cornered by three of these things, your eyes slamming shut as you pray for a quick death, waiting for the void to wrap you in its embrace.

They press closer, their plates opening slightly as they seem to investigate you, shrieking and growling at one another as they circle you, investigating you more as you swallow down your horrified cries. You didn’t want to attract anymore of these monsters.

A disgusting beast walks right to you, teeth nipping at you in what you could only describe as “testing” you and how they could get ahold of you. You aren’t sure what to do, the others come beside you to nudge you up and shriek again when you fumble and try to scramble back.

Their teeth pick you up by the fabric of your tattered clothes, like a mother lioness and her cub, just less wholesome and more gut wrenching.

You shudder as their drool dribbles down your skin, their large teeth waiting to pierce into your flesh and make you another corpse they devour and toy with. But that stinging, unbearable pain never comes. The creatures simply march on, carrying you as you whimper behind your hand to protect anyone else who could be in the area, as even in death you want to save anyone you can.

You think back to the headlines, remembering that they don’t seem to even eat the humans they kill. They kill for fun, seemingly, or are just that hostile towards any entity they don’t recognize. You aren’t sure, no one is, you just know these things kill for one reason or another, and your fate is still hanging by a tooth filled maw carrying you god knows where.

Minutes feel like hours as the three trot to an abandoned area, rubble and shattered glass lay on the street as they growl and grunt to each other, careful to adjust you so that you wouldn’t be stabbed by the jagged wood sticking out of what seems to be a collapsed shop. Their echolocation must be more complex and intense than you thought, as you’re lifted away and carried a bit farther.

The toothy maw drops you gently, onto the ground that reeks of blood and decomposing bodies of those who were unfortunate enough to meet these things head on. You begin to accept that they’re about to finally kill you, but they circle you yet again, chuffing and snarling as you stay still, breathing still erratic and unsure.

One of the monsters crawls forward, it’s plates open and seeming to sense you either by scent or noise, you aren’t sure, and it…gently licks you.

What?

It does the action again, it’s large tongue nearly knocking you over as it licks you again, as if trying to console you (or drink your tears, these things are so vile you wouldn’t put it past them). The other two abruptly lurch at the one currently bathing you, hissing and wailing in protest and causing it to run back to the edge of the rubble where you had been dropped.

They chirp and trill to one another before one runs off, leaving two to patrol you and observe you more. As if to keep you…Safe? No, no probably just to keep you in line, these things don’t protect, they destroy. Whatever the intention is, it’s working, as you just stare wide eyed and panicked. Every move makes you jump, and the two remaining beasts click and chuff as they patrol.

You have no perception of time as the things huddle around you and roughly shove you back when you so much as move an inch. By the third time you’re shoved back by an armored head, the pounding of feet is heard trampling through the rubble, and the third member comes back with a mouth full of something resembling meat and possibly fur.

A deer? It’s something, thankfully not human, but mangled nonetheless.

And the animal is dropped right by your feet, with a disgusting, wet noise. You couldn’t help the startled gasp, causing all of the death angels to perk up in interest and stalk close to you, one nudging the “food” closer to you expectantly.

It’s slowly coming to light that these nightmarish beings aren’t going to kill you. With a new twisted feeling in your gut, you realize that they’re not about to end you.

They’re going to keep you.

(lol I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry if I got anything too wrong -Mommabean)

#yandere exophilia #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #yandere death angels #yandere x reader

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haijmei · 2 years

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date nights

different characters and their preferences for date nights

ʚ sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, ushijima wakatoshi | post time-skip | 1.1k words

a/n: i wanna go on a date with them >:(

sakusa would absolutely love to stay home and cook a home-cooked meal for you. he prefers being in the comfort of your shared apartment rather than being confined to a small space surrounded by other couples on outings or even other individuals. he believes the experience of being able to cook and eat together is better than restaurant service.

“what’s for dinner omi?” you snaked your arms around his waist as you peeked around his body to take a look at the ingredients in the pan. cooking on the stove was a few pieces of meat being browned to a dark color, similar to the other pieces he had made earlier that were sitting on the side. the aroma from the skillet was flooding your senses, mouth watering. it would be a while until you were able to eat, but you didn’t mind— you wanted to wait for your boyfriend to finish up so the two of you can enjoy the meal together.

as the meat finished, sakusa turned off the pan and placed the rest of the meat onto the plate. “shogayaki. it’s pork. you’re not allergic to ginger are you?” you took out two bowls out of the cabinet for him and he scooped out rice from the rice cooker.

“no,” you responded as you watched him take out shredded cabbage and green onions from the fridge. “i love shogayaki. i never really liked ginger but the pork and the ginger mix well.”

sakusa had chopped up the green onions while you pulled the bowls and meat close to him for easier assembly. you grabbed two pairs of chopsticks, sakusa putting together your meal. he added the meat to each bowl, adding more meat to your bowl purposefully, then the shredded cabbage, finally topping the meal with the green onions.

you grabbed the plates and placed the bowls on the kitchen table, returning to the kitchen to grab the two of you glasses of water as sakusa washed the pans and utensils.

you settled onto your chair as you watched him turn the tap off and wipe his hands on the table and meet you at the kitchen table, sitting down and smiling at you.

it was always nice for dates to be at home. you were able to eat whatever you two could cook up, and the both of you could work together on the meal. a balanced relationship indeed.

in synchrony once again, the two of you grabbed your chopsticks.

“thanks for the meal,” you both spoke, and dug in.

atsumu brings you to the gym as a workout buddy. although you may not be a gym rat like him, you tagging along with him does motivate you to work just as hard as him. and while other people may not think of it as a traditional date, just being in the presence of one another where one is constantly busy satisfies the both of you.

“come on babe, you got this!” you were 18 reps into your set, hoping to reach 20 but your muscles were holding you back.

sweating, shaking, your body was taking its toll on you.

but atsumu wouldn’t let you quit. he hovered his hand on the bar, motioning his fingers to bring the bar above your head, your eyes squeezing shut from the difficulty.

“19! let’s go babe, last one!” he hyped you up even more as your arms positioned back. you lifted your arms up, the weight of the bar and the plates being more apparent with each passing second. the sweat beading down your whole body and hands made this more difficult than anything. but seeing and hearing your boyfriend wanting you to accomplish your goal…

it really made you put your all into this one single goal.

normally, it wouldn’t matter to you. it’s only one more rep, you can get it next time or just give up it’s no big deal. but to atsumu, it was a big deal to him.

because he knows your limits, and what you can accomplish. and he knows how upset you can get when you doubt yourself or beat yourself over something so simple. and he doesn’t want you to quit over the thoughts in your heads. and he knows the endorphins you get when you succeed, even with the littlest things. even when you tend to give up right at the finish line.

so for you, he runs along with you till the end.

“20! babe you did it! i’m so proud of you!” he grabs the bar from you and lifts you up, all while pressing kisses onto your face. you were sweaty, but he didn’t care. all he cared was how you reached your goal.

contrary to popular belief, ushijima likes the idea of staying at home and lazing around. being a professional volleyball player has so many responsibilities and sometimes, all he prefers to do is sit around or cuddle with you all day.

it’s morning.

and ushijima's still in bed.

but so are you.

and you two are cuddled up together under the sheets. it’s nice, you think.

it’s the middle of the day and the both of you are tangled up, taking in each other’s warmth. ushijima has a hand in your hair while you’re laying on his shoulder, hand gently tracing his skin.

you knew he was such a hard worker and his commitment was shown from the hours of practice and games he attends. it’s understandable that such a spirited player like him has days where all he’d want to do is rest.

“toshi, don’t you think we should get out of bed soon?” you murmured, still continuing to trace each mole and dip of his body.

“we should sleep more,” he spoke, his deep voice vibrating against your body.

you laughed, noting how atypical this behavior of ushijima is. “okay, we can do that.” closing your eyes and moving a bit to settle into his arms, the both of you continued another nap.

several hours after your midday nap, you had woken but ushijima was nowhere in the room. still dazed and slightly confused, you pulled yourself out of bed and walked around the house in search of your boyfriend before finding him in the kitchen looking for something in the fridge.

“are you hungry, toshi? we can cook dinner,” you mumbled, voice still heavy from sleep.

“i ordered takeout for the both of us, we can stay in and eat dinner if that’s okay with you, love?” ushijima walked up to you and hugged you, smoothing out your stray hairs that stuck out of your head after tossing in your sleep.

“yes, that’s okay. anything you want i don’t mind.” he smiled at you, and took you onto the couch to continue to smooth and stroke your hair, the comfort of his arms and the buzzing of the lights lulling you back into solace.

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scribbledquillz · 9 months

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for imakai

"This place is cursed.” “Is there a way out?” “I doubt it.” or “That’s the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Dragon Age Inspired Dialogue Prompts

Thank you for the prompts! I love both of them and want to do the second as well, but for the sake of post length I'll be sharing it on its own (you know when I've written it.) Is this one completely in line with the prompt? Maybe kinda? Idk I had fun writing it though. <33

Varric pulls himself up against the half crumbled wall that had broken his fall, cursing interrupted by his lungs' rejection of the damp, fetid air surrounding them. "Well, that answers that question," he says, one eye screwing shut as he dabs at the fresh gash dribbling blood down his forehead. "Bianca and I are all out of ideas."

Somewhere high above, Cassandra can be heard shouting to the three of them. Whatever she says is lost, however, muffled by the crush of ropy vines and leaves wide and thick as animal hides that had sprung up and dragged them down into this pit.

"Can't hear you, Seeker!" Varric shouts back, futile in every way other than to suggest they weren't immediately killed in the aftermath. He turns to Solas then, Bianca's various springs and levers creaking as he rights her in his hands. "Your turn, Chuckles. Got any ideas?"

Solas hums, his focus still trained intently on the runes from which the vines had broken free.

"It is a remnant from the ancient world. A curse meant to detain any who would disturb the resting place of the temple's High Priestess, if I am not mistaken."

"Yeah, no shit. Seems to be working just fine still. How about a way to get out of it?'

"I cannot be sure." Solas's brow furrows, the veil fire in his hand casting his face in deep shadows of green and blue. "It will take time for me to decipher this, the collapse has damaged the carvings and-"

The air in the chamber sizzles. In the space of a heartbeat the darkness is swallowed in a roar of brilliant purple and white hot light. A bolt of electricity flashes through the air and crashes into the far wall, sending shattered white stone and vegetation hurtling through the air. As quickly as the force has materialized it is gone, Varric and Solas left blinking in varied shades of bewilderment at Kai. Before her the far wall smoulders, blacked scorch marks carving a precise rend in the rune that had once blocked off a small doorway set low in the stones. It sits open now, a narrow passage and staircase just visible through the mess of smoke and dusty air. Kai's attention is elsewhere; the last scraps of magic spark between her fingers, the look she turns down to the scum-filled puddle her boots have landed in enough to freeze water in a Nevarran desert.

"I'll be more than happy to come back to give the runes a proper look over, Solas," she says as she steps toward the doorway, taking care to hold the muck water stained hem of her robe at arm's length. "Once we've found a way back to the surface and I've changed into something that doesn't smell of rotting cabbage."

Varric whistles as they watch the Inquisitor duck her horned head through the low door. "Remind me never to get on her bad side."

Solas, despite himself, laughs. "indeed."

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Bloody Terrible: Chapter 1

I've been writing a lot more lately and am genuinely, earnestly making headway on a few projects including: This Thing, a supernatural fantasy crime thriller starring vampires and sad teens and stepdads and weird magical folk, taking place in an alternate 1992 Chicago. Enjoy chapter one as a preview!

Fried Mackerel Sandwich

Monday Brunch special: Crunchy fried mackerel, thin sliced red onion, sunny side up egg, sweet mayo sauce, shaved carrot and cabbage on a baguette

Lieutenant Beuller looked over the mess, flicking a cigarette butt into the gutter with two thick, calloused fingers. Rain beat down, helping the fire department with their job- the building was a lost cause, but at least it hadn't spread.

"What a shit show." He muttered, moving alongside a fellow health officer- one of the field Scales- watching as a handful of survivors were shuffled into vans and ambulances, cast in Six AM sunrise glow. "What's it looking like?" Beat. "And can they shut those alarms off?"

"They're working on it." The younger man let out a deep, disappointed sigh. "But it looks like this was one of the modifier dens."

So they'd have magical contraband coming out their ears; they'd have to call the wizards. "But what happened in there?"

"Something, sir. We're still working it out- we can look around properly when the Salamanders clear us to enter."

"What's it look like so far?"

"A lot of bodies. Infighting is the guess, but there's possible signs of vampire interference."

"How's that?" He quirked dense peppery grey eyebrows. Infighting, sure.

"The usual signs on a few corpses, one of the guys we're taking to the hospital. Either way, it’s gonna make a hell of a story." So it would be an even bigger pain in the ass, and the reporters probably would be swarming in any minute. A thick underbelly of organized crime got a lot of bottom feeders, and god forbid they ever sleep.

Beuller adjusted his wide-brimmed hat, using its safety as cover to light another cigarette, pocketing the lighter again. "Get it sorted. I want those guys in shock blankets, assessed for residual magic or brainwashing and comfy enough to be singing like canaries by the time I get back. I'm going to ask a couple locals if they saw anything- before some snot with a mic wants a statement. Someone had to be up for their paper route or something."

He started to stroll to the front of the apartments next door, past a barrier keeping gawkers in sleepwear safe and at bay, trying to look a little more serene. The officer he'd been speaking to let his walkie buzz, picking it up, nodding once, before muttering something and raising a hand. "And, uh, Lieutenant Beuller- sir?"

"What is it Hatchet?" He halted, scowling again.

"Pachis just put in his resignation, apparently."

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Muriel Rampersand stared out through the shades of his secondary office, fingering open the slats to get a better view, squinting radioactive yellow eyes into the harsh sunlight. It was too early. He was tired. There was blood splattered across his nice white jacket, in the tangle of his silver hair. He smelled like ash, wet footprints tracked across the office carpet where he had entered.

He nearly hunched under the ceiling, the tips of short black horns brushing occasionally against mineral fiber tile. He needed this raised a few inches. Another problem for another day.

The lights were out, wide oak desk cast only in those bars of orange that leaked in with otherwise cold, ambient early daylight. No need to let anyone know he was here, not yet. The receptionist could put together the pieces. Muriel picked up the chunky cellphone he'd slammed onto the counter upon entry, mindlessly dialing Darcy and waiting on him to pick up.

"It’s Muriel." He spoke quietly, trying not to sound as wet and exhausted as he felt. His tone hardened slightly, setting his teeth. "I'm not down yet. But I think our little problem isn't either. I don't care what price we have to set;" He could probably throw five bucks at the problem and make it disappear, considering goodwill was in such little supply for Mr. Forba. "I want that old man dead."

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"Do you have your resume? One page, right? I left a messenger bag for you on the table."

"Yes, mom." Renee nodded, flipping through a few dot matrix copies of a very sparse resume- Seventeen. Highschool early graduate. No jobs, no qualifications. Soccer for two years. Member of the Future Leader's club. A few AP classes. Auto shop star. She tucked them into her bag, opening the refrigerator and picking up the plate with a few slices of cucumber topped with a dollop of cream cheese and a single pepperoni, tucking one into her mouth. "Thanks for making breakfast, too."

"Of course." Ginger nodded, relaxing slightly into her early morning train seat on the other end of the line. "I wanted to make sure you got something before I left. There's some frozen dinners. And stuff for soup, if you want to grab a rotisserie chicken with the dinner budget. I'll be home in a few days."

"Uh-huh. I'll take my applications to the Carter building, like you said. And Tito's." Renee smoothed out her pencil skirt a little uncomfortably. She felt like a little mini-version of her mother, caramel-colored panty hose and all.

"Fine, and Tito's.” Her mother sounded a tad exasperated, almost amused. “But I don't think you'll really fit in. If all else fails, there's still my office downtown-"

"No!-" The teen cut herself off, looking down and realizing she had a white-knuckle grip on the thick phone cord. "It's just- I don't want your name to do all the work. And the Tito's guys know me, I was there all the time with dad."

'I know, but-"

Ginger had to concede when her daughter was right. "Okay. But if you get an offer from anywhere in the carter building, please take it."

"Of course, mom." Renee put on a melancholy smile and a softer tone, trying not to sound too worked up. "Promise. Next time you see me, I'll be a working woman."

"That's the attitude!" She laughed as her mom belted over the phone. "Be good, Nene. And don't take a no personally, if it happens. And tell Tyson hello for me, he might stop in for dinner or TV one night. No wild parties."

"Yes mama- I've got to run, talk to you soon."

Renee sat the phone down, finishing off her cucumber breakfast and going to find the peanut butter cup stash she kept hidden behind the breadbox, taking one for the road. This was her first day playing the game of adulthood, and she was in it to win.

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"Tostones Huevos rancheros." Tyson Pachis looked over the diner menu, pulling from his mug of watered down black coffee. "And, uh- a waffle. With whipped cream." He tapped nervously at the laminate menu before handing it back.

The waitress quirked an eyebrow at him momentarily before moving on, scribbling down his order. Could have been a stranger order. Could have been a stranger man. Instead it was a nervous looking middle-aged dad-type in a Scales sweatshirt and baseball cap, fingers drumming the countertop.

Tyson was affixed on the corner TV. The radio in his office got shit signal and he had run out for breakfast the moment breaking news turned around to a fire in the sub-basement of a local office building. Magic venting, illegal body mod spell production, suspected monster attacks, bodies. He had expedited his frankly very late resignation call from the landline and come straight to the nearest cafe with a tv to watch the story develop.

He let out a soft, anxious breath. He'd been up all night, worrying about work, the new office, where and what parts of his life and reputation had been preserved. What he had been preparing for for months.

Ha, what reputation.

His rough old sneakers clattered quietly against the barstool footrest, restlessly tapping. He wanted to make himself relax- get a big meal to help as he watched the morning news reports and a sixth or seventh cup of coffee in the last so-many hours to, well, not help.

The diner was mostly quiet; on a weekday mid-morning, post-rain most people were already on the last stretch of their commute. He sighed again, clenching a fist to stop tapping at the countertop again when the waitress shot him a dirty look.

It was fine- shame about the actual staff Muriel had lost, but that was going to be lost either way. Finally, importantly, he had that weight off his back. Probably. He had to keep telling himself that.

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When did he black out?

Nostriano came to, huddled in on himself where he had apparently collapsed behind a dumpster. His body ached, clammy hands clawing at rough pavement until he was somewhat upright.

His head hung unnaturally to one side, feeling at the ragged wound where he had been stabbed, fingers coming away from the crook of his neck tacky with near-black blood. It burned there, his teeth set on edge by the effort of moving, of irritating it.

The man struggled to stand, grateful he had managed to find someplace not even pervasive mid-morning sun reached when he fell. Grateful no one had found him while he was out.

He needed to get home, to evaluate where was safe since things had gone sideways. He'd barely escaped that shitshow with his life, trying to find where his carefully calculated plan had slipped-

Where Muriel had gotten that knife. Why he didn't remember it, among other tacky antiques on the shelves of his office.

But memory of mere hours ago was fogged by smoke and pain and failure, places he didn't want to go. Not while this weak.

Pathetic.

He clawed his way up the wall until he was standing, acknowledging his ruined clothes with a quiet hiss of disgust. He needed to feed, to expedite the healing process so he could solve this little conundrum of failure. Muriel may well have someone posted at the bank, he couldn't risk turning up so injured alone in public. Nostriano felt a short shock of revilement at the idea of slinking around out of fear.

Forget the bank. What was the point of drinking blood if you didn't spill it yourself?

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Arthur Beuller prepared to step into the alley between the brunch place Joel insisted on and the tax office, cutting through the back with his fried-mackarel-and-egg sandwich in hand. These meetings had become routine, nonthreatening, and he may as well get his meals on the clock. It was barely nine, he was early for once, and his contact should be here any moment.

Nostriano's ear flicked, hearing the door hinges creak before it even began to open. He was still hunched over his victim, blood seeping into cool dark tarmac and brick. It was daylight, someone was bound to find the body abducted into a humming business's back alley relatively quickly. He had had his fill of prey, gotten some strength back- though it was not enough- and it was time to flee. The stolen coat and hat could help brave daylight fine.

His form shifted, fingers grotesquely outstretched, back arching, a quick process to allow a relatively unnoticed getaway as a bat-

Until it stalled, the alternate shape his curse afforded halting and stuttering, beginning to ache. The vampire began to pant, gasping and kicking, trying to force what was usually painless and simple as a two-step dance. He was stuck, maw hanging open, panting, still man-sized and animalistic with a blonde ruff of fur extending down his bony, near-exposed spine. He snarled, voice caught in his throat, trying desperately to backpedal as oft-malleable flesh became chorded and stiff. Panic hit him hard, eyes rolling, as things went sideways again in the moment it took for Arthur to push open the door and actually look up.

He was met with a shriek, something freakish swinging at him with claws and teeth, blood splattering against the wall next to him as it moved. He wasn't processing all of it, didn't have time to, stumbling not back the way he came but toward the alley’s mouth, daylight, a street surely teeming with witnesses.

The thing didn't give chase, anchoring claws into rock and scrambling up the building, over the roof and away with a furious series of huffs, dragging a trail of wet, stinking crimson up the wall behind it.

Arthur tripped as he made it out of the alley, falling over himself and stumbling into the man he was meant to meet- Joel Guerra. A short dwarf giant at over eight feet, he towered over Arthur’s stout just-under-five. He caught the panicked, stuttering smaller man by the back of his shirt collar, standing him back up and staring off into the alley.

"What's happening, Arty?" He looked down, usual grin punctuated by one gap tooth on the left side pulling hesitantly at his mouth. He was wearing a striped tank top, showing off the guns- full length sleeves of scalemail tattoos punctuated with pink, seafoam, and blue in the gray over broad boxer’s muscles. Young and punchy as always, but he hadn't just seen what Arthur had.

"There's some goddamned thing back there-" He shook. "Or there was. It jumped me! I coulda been monster chow-" He fixed his thick-framed square glasses, looking down at the splatter of red flung across his white polo, and the sandwich he had accidentally crushed in hand. "Aw hell."

Joel scowled, hands crammed into his pockets. He moved past Arthur, into the alley, looking at the blood and stopping at something behind the dumpster, humming softly. "You interrupted it eating, by the look of it."

Arthur's stomach turned. He immediately whirled around, digging the Scales badge out of his pocket and finding the chunky satellite walkie at his belt, calling in. "Hey, uh. We've got a crime scene at tenth. Yeah, we need someone out here asap before a crowd gathers. I think I saw the culprit too."

Joel moved back, not wanting his hands on a murder site. His own beeper buzzed, picking it up to once over and quirking one eyebrow. "I've gotta bounce, Arty. Got an appointment with some kid who wants to go pro in boxing. You know how it is."

"Hey!" Arthur prickled, panic setting at the back of his voice. He wasn't a field guy. Someone was dead less than ten feet away. "You can't just go, you're a witness!"

"Call me later." The giant began to stroll away into the slow mid-morning foot traffic, studying his pager. "Can't miss this job."

"Hey!"

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Renee arrived in city central on the bus line, dropped off at a covered station next to a news stand. The carter building loomed in the center of the block, an immense black tower of business and commerce, gilded in gold. A very large, very busy directory was mounted by the door, listing a variety of law, tax, investment, and other business offices. Very respectable places to get your career started.

She dug into her bag for the stack of resumes, checking once more that her home number was on each; they may not have time for her today after all. Hopefully they wouldn't. Bookkeeping or reception was fine, but it was static. Whiling away at papers and money forever, in the mind of a teenager at least.

She picked away at the tractor hole-lined edges and folded one resume in half, slipping it into a side pocket of her bag, for Tito's. That bike shop had practically been her daycare, watching her dad spend his free time outside of inter-department government liaison desk jockeying, restoring an old beetle-green vintage bike. She had learned not to get underfoot; it was the or Mrs. Bo down the street for babysitting after all, and her house smelled like lemon cleaner and moth balls. They had also had a garage cat, and that kept her occupied when the regular mechanics were busy around the water cooler.

She had absorbed the rev of engines after repair, the careful reconstruction of shrapnel after one of the monthly scrap-robot fighting league matches, the name of every tool and wrench and wire, and she knew that the garage was where she was meant to be. Maybe they wouldn't let her take on full-time technician work right away, but an apprenticeship-

She had walked into the Carter building and entered the elevator without thinking about which offices she planned on going to. She wound one thick, neat braid of black hair around her fingers in thought. May as well just hit a button and see what was there. Out of the options, law didn't sound so bad. Maybe investment. Had to be some excitement there, some technical interest in bank runs or lawsuits and buyouts. She would see what was willing to take a kid’s resume, and who didn’t bore her to death.

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Nostriano had made it, crawling and sprinting alternatively along rooftops, away from that alley to a public restroom slightly further away under the flimsy protection of his stolen coat. His body burned and fought like a wild animal, but it did return to its original shape by the time he arrived next to a black monolith eyesore of a building, taking advantage of now mid-morning quiet.

The room was cool and blessedly unoccupied, panting and staring at himself in the mirror. Nostriano had never been without a reflection in his afterlife, as mirrors had long since stopped being made with silver backing by the time he died, and water was rarely the only available surface for looking at oneself. It still didn’t always reflect good things, though. He looked haggard, miserable; The coat hung off his skinny form, his golden blonde hair flat and scraggly, blood spilled down the front of his shirt like a bib. His meal had been for naught, the botched change and effort having ripped his wound freshly open again.

One solid wave of dizziness hit him and the vampire's knees buckled, catching himself on the sink and barely halting the fall. His flats slid back on the tile, claws digging into countertop and hissing at his reflection. "Get it together Nostriano." He snarled at himself, trying to formulate a plan to get home with his dignity intact.

His expression in the mirror fell, getting his strength back enough to crawl towards the reflection and examine it more closely, chest tight. His normally rich, light brown eyes had flushed red- beyond the sign of desperate hunger. It covered the whites, the pupils, solid red like wells of blood.

He needed help.

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Only one place wanted an interview right away, and Renee found herself largely leaving her resumes with friendly front desk people in nice waiting rooms.

She had practiced with her mom for these sorts of questions and found herself reeling off practiced answers almost robotically.

"I want to start my career and somewhere I see myself staying at-"

"Passionate about organization-"

"Here's my extracurriculars"

"I graduated early with AP honors-"

The interviewer nodded, smiled, told her about how they managed investment portfolios and so-on. She was in and out of the interview in under half an hour, unsure of what else to say when their basic questions were done. The waiting rooms and lobbies of the carter building blended together in a way that felt alien as she wandered through them; not even her mother's work was so... sterile. The governor's office had history, or at least a cozy leather couch.

As she wandered back out to the front Renee jotted down the names of where she had applied. Only one resume remained, the one reserved for Tito's. She was sure she wouldn't need it.

She found herself back outside the imposing office building just under two hours after arriving, staring up at towering city blocks of mixed high-rise apartments, businesses, and more. Greenery hung off the porches and banks of high-up planted rooftop parks, and the wide sidewalks were dotted with food carts and news stands. It was sunny, early summer, and late-morning the streets were not yet abuzz with lunchgoers and break-takers. The Chicago city center was hers for the taking before she needed to catch the hourly train back to the more open residential area she had grown up in.

Oh, she was going to shop, and explore. There was an automobile museum she planned to hit, the soda fountain across the street, there had to be a place offering hair accessories or other fashionable bits and bobs nearby. If she was going to wear business formal, she was at least going to find some way to primp without it getting in the way. And there was always lunch, already very aware her lightweight breakfast was wearing off.

But first-

Renee located a nearby public restroom, withdrawing a more comfortable pair of faded shorts and a polo from her bag and entering before she glanced up and found herself stopped short.

At the sinks, outside of the solid-walled private bathrooms, was a very haggard looking man. He was barely holding himself up by the counter, face and sharp goatee wet from washing and blonde hair hanging in a curtain over his forehead. His coat hung askew but he quickly adjusted it as she entered, unnaturally red gaze unsteady but still piercing as it fixed on her.

His hunched form looked like it was about to fall in on itself, largely obscured by the oversized clothing. He started to move forward, expression somewhere between an animal's grimace and absolute horror.

She didn't really think before she went to catch him, seeing, mostly, an older man in clear need even as the hair on the back of her neck prickled.

"You-" He snatched at her arm, teeth gritted. "Are going to help me.”

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ARC V MONTH DAY 4 - The Merriest Band of Misfits

A/N: Another late post lol srry :P

I wanted to write abt fusion squad, but i have a whole fic dedicated to em already, so i decided to write abt the fusion & sync duos! theyre another 4-person friend group i rlly love, u see :DD

Pairings: Yugo/Rin & Yuri/Serena

Warnings: None. They say a few cuss words but that’s about it, also expect some OOCness like witth the other things I wrote.

Earlier this morning, Yuri had invited her and the Synchro Duo, Yugo and Rin, over to "hang out" as he called it. He said it was about Yuya telling him to get along with other people or something…

—

It was gonna be a weird day for Serena, she could tell.

So here she was, sitting at a coffee shop in an Xyzian mall with Rin, waiting for their respective boys to arrive.

She and Rin surprisingly got along well after the war, as they were the orphans of the bracelet girls — the only two with no family before the war.

Other things were because she and Rin happened to be the most boyish of the girls and that they both grew up having to prove people their worth.

“What could be taking them so long?” Serena randomly asks, breaking her own trail of thoughts.

“Yugo, definitely… He's always late," Rin sighed.

Right when Rin answered, said Yu's finally showed up at the door and walked over to them.

“I apologize for being late, Rin and my dear Serena—”

“Don't-Don't call me that,” Serena interrupted.

But Yuri went on anyway. “—but you see, Yugo-kun here spent too long in the bathroom.”

“You said I had to look my best!” Yugo complained.

“You can style yourself outside.”

“Whatever…”

“Well,” Rin said, sighing, “at least you're both here. But, Serena and I told the waiter twice to wait for you both, you know. So try to be earlier next time.”

“Okay then, Yugo will try,” Yuri said blatantly. “Now can we get some coffee? And a croissant, perhaps?”

“No, I don't wanna stay here any longer. I've had enough of the place.” Serena got up.

Rin soon followed. “So have I. Let’s just go to an arcade or something…”

“Yes! Gaming time! I'm with ya, Rin-Rin!” Yugo cheered.

Yuri gaped. “I haven't eaten anything!”

“That’s your problem, cabbage.” Serena smiled.

“Hmph. Whatever. Just make sure there's lunch later.”

“There will be.” Rin rolled her eyes.

“And you girls will pay?”

“All of us will pay—we’ll divide the bill into four. Now let's leave!”

—

While walking to the arcade, Rin observed the whole of the mall.

With funding and support from Fusion as a form of apology, together with the efforts of many Xyzian people as well as Fusionists who were sent to help instead of being jailed, most of the mall has been restored to its former glory.

There were still some unfinished parts here and there, but overall it seemed to look the way it used to.

“Aww yeah, the arcade!” Yugo yelled, running into the said place with the two other Fusionists.

“Hey, wait up you three!” Rin ran after them.

“Woah,” Serena gasped, looking around to see lots of arcade machines, claw machines, driving simulators, and duel simulators, among others—all with many games and with their lights ablaze. There were a lot of people too, of course.

Ruri wasn't kidding when she said they'd have so much fun.

“Hah! Who knew Xyz'd be this cool,” Yuri exclaimed. “I almost regret being part of the war!”

“Oi, shut your trap, and stop being proud of what you helped cause,” Serena warned.

“I'm with her on that, Yuri,” Yugo added. “Starting a war is not something to be proud of.”

“Guys, I. Don't. Care. Now let's have fun!” Yuri ran off to the nearest duel simulator, also known as a duel terminal, probably.

The other two also bolted to their own destinations—Serena to this "Grand Piano Keys" game thing and Yugo to a claw machine with lots of cute duel monster plushies in them.

Meanwhile, Rin just got there. What's up with them just running off!?

She sighed and just walked to where Yugo was.

“Hey, Rin! I'm gonna try and get you that Melffy Pinny plush!” he blurted, inserting a coin into that thing where you put it in, which started the one-minute timer.

“Oh cool, good luck!”

With intense focus, Yugo moved the claw with the joystick.

The claw is so slow…!

Aaand there, right there above the plush!

He waited until the timer was at one second before pushing the grab button.

“Yes!” he yelled when the claw fell to the plush.

…before frowning as the claw seemingly, ‘couldn't hold onto it.’

“Aw, poor fusion-kun lost,” Yuri teased, seeing Yugo’s utter defeat.

“That's not fairrr!” Yugo shouted, catching the attention of a few Xyzians.

“Hey, look, it's alright, at least you tried!” Rin encouraged. “Keep your voice low, please. And Yuri, shut up.”

Serena walked over to them with a handful of tickets. “So I played some piano game and got a bunch of tickets… What do I do with these?”

“Yuto said you could exchange them for prices,” Rin stated, motioning to the price booth. “The more you have, the bigger a thing you could get, I'd guess.”

“Ooh, to another machine then!” Serena dashed across the place to what Rin could make out to be an Ice Ball game, with Yuri following suit.

“Yugo, you coming?”

The banana-head just stared sorrowfully onto the Pinny plush that lay in the machine. “Y-yeah… In a moment.”

“Uh, okay, then. I'll be with the Fusion duo to make sure they won't cause any trouble,” Rin told him, walking away.

“Okay…”

“I can stay if you want, you know?”

“Oh, no, it's fine,” Yugo assured. “Don't worry, I'll be okay!”

“Hm.” Rin nodded and walked on.

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“You're doing it all wrong,” Yuri complained. “Put only a little force on it enough to launch it; don't put all your strength into the ball!”

“Hey! Wait for your turn!” Serena retorted.

“Tsk. Just saying—getting 3 to 5 thousand points is better than getting none at all or an occasional 10k then nothing. Remember, you only have—”

“Nine balls, and at the moment only one left. I know!” Serena interrupted, throw-sliding the ball into the road a little too harshly, it hit the fiberglass with a loud BANG!

‘10 thousand, 10 thousand! Please…!’ she thought.

The ball rolled off to nothing.

“AUUUGHHH!”

Yuri meanwhile laughed beside her. “See? Control your force!”

“SHUT UP!”

“And what's going on with you two?” Rin asked, approaching them.

“Serena never listens,” Yuri mocked.

“And Yuri can't keep his mouth shut,” Serena hissed. “Aha! I was distracted!” She gave Yuri a glare.

He smiled at her in return, but also looked into her eyes.

…they had a staring contest.

“That's enough now, you two,” Rin scolded. She looked around.

Eventually, a certain dancing game caught her eye. “Hey, why don't you both play that dance thing over there, instead?”

Serena usually would rather not dance, but she was losing this contest, and as such, she whipped her head toward Rin so Yuri couldn't see that she blinked. “You know what? You're right.”

She turned back to Yuri. “Yuri, wanna have a dance fight?”

Yuri smiled. “Ah, sure!”

And they left with Rin following them behind, thoughts of whether leaving Yugo was a good idea or not swirling in her mind.

“Look at me, Yuri!” Serena said, and she began the game.

Her swift and graceful movements amused him.

He knew she could dance, but still! He’s never seen her do it with so much passion.

A chuckle escaped him. This little competition is easily won by her… and he couldn’t help but smile as she danced to the beat ever so beautifully.

When the round ended, she got off the small stage and walked to him. “Did ya see that?” She then noticed how he looked at her. “Hm? What’re you grinning for?”

“Nothing. Only,” he laughed, “you’re good—I’ll admit that. And you win for now.”

Serena blushed lightly, not enough for anyone to notice. His compliment also brushed her competitive side away, just for a moment. “Thank… you…? Also, what happened to your condescending attitude?”

“It’s still there, that I assure you. But…”

He looked beyond her—to a kid’s basketball machine.

He saw that the hoop was easily within arm's reach of any teenager their age—meaning they can drop or dip the ball into the hoop with tremendous ease.

And also get a whole bunch of tickets in the process.

He grinned, turning back to Serena. “Rena-kun,” he called to her.

“What do you want?”

Yuri took a deep breath. “I'm gonna ask you a favor.”

Serena laughed at him. “That's new… What is it?”

“I'm surprised you didn't make fun of me, other than that laugh, but why don't we… Cheat the kid's basketball machine?” he asked.

“Hmm… What do I get from it?”

“Let's see… You can have 40% of the tickets.”

“50 and I'll do it.”

Yuri sighed, but he just caved. “Ah, you know what, fine. C'mon.”

From the other side where Rin was playing this remake of Flappy Bird, she stopped playing—which of course made her lose—as their words caught her ears.

She saw them by the kid's basketball machine.

Of course…

When the two got there, a kid was still busy playing.

The poor thing looked back at them, and when he saw Yuri, he froze.

Yuri smirked. “Boo.”

The poor kid squeaked before slowly walking off.

“Oh Ra, you didn't need to do that,” Serena chastised. “Buuut at least we got it to ourselves now, so let's take advantage of that and the kid's tickets.”

For the next few minutes, the two watched amused as the scoreboard's numbers did nothing else but rise almost every second as they both dipped the balls just enough for the sensors to notice.

When they finished, they went for another round, and their number of tickets also kept on increasing.

Rin sighed as she watched them, but her mood brightened when she saw Yugo jogging over to them, the Melffy Pinny plush from earlier clutched in his two hands. “Hey, Rin-Rin!”

“Oh, hi, Yugo!” She laughed as he handed her the plush. “Aww, you didn't have too…”

“But I DID have to!” Yugo insisted, bright blue eyes shining with satisfaction of being able to give Rin the plush.

“Well, thanks, at least.” She gave him an embrace and he gladly returned it.

“Ah, fusion finally got the Melffy, eh?” Yuri said, amused, as Serena continued to dip the ball in the hoop.

Yugo let Rin go and said, “Yeah, so? At least I care for my girl!”

“Serena doesn't deserve me, though,” Yuri said dramatically, making him get kicked by Serena in the shins in the process.

“Can't you be not annoying for once? And you’re the one who doesn’t deserve me.”

“I'm always gonna be annoying—and you all have to put up with it…” Yuri uttered as he clutched his leg. “And you did NOT have to hit me that hard…! What if you broke my leg!?”

He went on whining on the floor, which caught a bunch of people's attention. “It hurts!”

“Oh Ra…” Serena shook her head.

And, together with the synchro duo, they yelled, “Get up!”

“Gee, fine. I'm serious, though—it really, really hurts. Can one of you guys get ice or something cold that won't melt for me, please?” he begged, leaning to a wall.

“I'll fuckin’ do it.” Serena rolled her eyes. “I'll be right back.”

While Yuri sat on a bench to wait for Serena to come back, Yugo and Rin allowed themselves to enjoy the whole arcade without the Fusion Duo having an argument behind their backs.

Both of ‘em went on to play some 2-player shooting games where they shot some mechanical aliens to save some ship before going to play the classic Whac-A-Mole game.

“Yugo, stay focused!” Rin yelled. “You can do it!”

“I'm trying, Rin, but these moles are just. So fast!” Yugo shivered as he tried to pour all his focus into this one game, but he still somehow kept missing.

He didn't hit much, but they got tickets nonetheless, so he took those.

“Can I try?” Rin asks.

“Oh, sure.”

“Thanks!” Rin took the little foam mallet and started the game.

Whack!

Oh wow, this was rather easy.

Whack! Whack!

How could Yugo be bad at this!?

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Woah, Rin, you're a natural!” Yugo complimented. “I'll help! I'll whack those you can't with my hands!"

“Wait, Yugo, I'm fine—”

And with her focus a bit deterred, she and Yugo went for this one common target, making her hit Yugo's hand a bit too hard.

“YyyyOUCH!” he exclaimed. The pain hurt so much, it got him kneeling to the floor groaning in pain, much like what Yuri did earlier, but a bit louder and without the laying down part.

She gasped at that. “Oh, you idiot! I told you to—! Sigh, you know what, just go sit with Yuri; I'll tell Serena to get more ice…”

After a good while, Serena finally arrived with two glass bottles of cold ketchup.

“What—why'd you get that!?” Rin yelled at Serena in disbelief.

“It was the only thing I could think of!”

“You could've just, I dunno, gotten some ice bags?! And ice??”

“Actually, I thought not to do that. Plus, we can at least use the ketchup for later, bring it home or something, you know? Maybe we could give one of ‘em to the boys.”

Rin doesn't know how many times she sighed now, but she sighed anyway.

After they gave the bottle to the boys—and Serena getting another scolding from Yuri for getting ketchup—they all decided to make Yugo and Rin race through a driving simulator.

“Rin, you can do this!” Serena cheered. “Good luck, and win! YuriandIhadabetandmywalletsdependingonyousoyeahpleasewin,” she went on with the last part quickly.

“What?”

“Break a leg—but not literally.” Serena smiled.

“Oh, alright. Thanks!”

And with le boys…

“Yugo, please win. Serena and I had a bet, and if you lose, I'm not just losing money, I'm also gonna have to dye my hair brown for a week! Can you believe that?”

The banana-head raised a brow. “How's that my problem? I'd honestly love to see how you'd look with brown hair. Also, you agreed to it, not me.”

But anyway, the Synchro Duo chose their D-wheels and started.

3… Rin gripped her handle tighter.

2… Yugo smiled, getting ready.

1… They both held breaths, then,

GO!! The words appeared on the screen.

And instantly, Rin and Yugo revved their motorcycle sims and felt it "move" forward.

The screen then showed them and several NPCs racing through.

“Wooo! Go, Rin!”

“Fusion! You better do this, because I'm cheering for you for once, can you believe that!? So don't you dare waste it!”

Vrooooooooooom!

The sounds came from the speakers with the machine, and the screen showed several terrain — cliff sides, cities, a bridge and even a concrete loop-the-loop.

“Woah!” Rin exclaimed, as she almost fell off.

“Haha! Now we see who's the better driver!” Yugo teased, laughing.

“Oh, you'll see who's better!” Rin 'violently pushed him off' the loop.

“Eek!” He landed rather safely, but it was still a bit uh, traumatizing.

“Yugo, you're gonna make my hair brown!” Yuri warned, clutching his (not Yugo's) head.

“I know! Calm down, I can still beat her.”

“You better!”

Serena laughed at them. “Please, Rin’s clearly winning.”

“Yeah, Yugo, how do you plan to beat me!?” Rin teased, a glint of slyness in her orange eyes.

Yugo's eyes trailed to their front.

Rin already used hers earlier, but he didn't yet—that “Turbo Speed Acceleration” kind of thing.

Rin's was still refilling, but his was full.

Meanwhile, they both neared the finish line.

“Like in a duel, Rin, my luck never fails me.”

Rin dropped her grin at that.

And Yugo took the pleasure of grinning this time. “I activate my ‘Action Magic’, Acceleration!” He triumphantly pressed the button.

“Nooo!” Rin and Serena shouted.

“Yes!” The boys cheered.

And in an instant, Yugo sped up right by Rin and reached the finish first.

“OHHH YEAHHH, WOOOO!” Yugo shouted, dismounting the runner. “I BEAT RIN FOR ONCE!”

He and Yuri fist-bumped and hi-fived each other with both hands and did the back-hit thing in those 'secret handshake' things.

“NO BROWN HAIIRRR!” Yuri yelled, making people turn to him.

“I BEAT RINNN!” Yugo exclaimed. He was so happy, he could feel the excitement running through his veins, and he ran to Rin who just got off, and they both almost stumbled to the ground.

“Woah, hey,” Rin warned. “We almost fell.”

“I'm sorry, it's just… You always beat me and—”

“Yes, yes, I'm happy for you too.” She chuckled. “You beat me—that surprised us both, and them, too, probably.”

“Yeah, a new achievement, hehe,” Yugo giggled with a :P face.

Rin smiled proudly and kissed him on the cheek. “So cute.”

He metaphorically melted into a puddle at that. “Hehe, hehe,” he kept saying, “Hehe…”

“Now it's my turn to say, ‘That's enough you two,’” Serena said, handing Yuri a few yen.

“No brown hair,” Yuri stated casually.

“Stop, I get it already—and it's getting weirder by the minute,” Serena growled.

“Well, what’re we doing next?” Rin asked.

“That kid right there! We weren't sure what he was doing at first, but we just figured out he was hacking into the claw machine!” an officer yelled in their direction.

“Hm?” Yuri turned to the guard and saw he was pointing to Yugo. “Aw, fusion got caught.”

Yugo instantly stood up. “Let's get outta here!” he squealed.

“We should,” Serena agreed, running off.

“Guys, agai—?” Rin was broken off by the boys going off, with Yugo dragging her arm away. “Yuuugo! What did you do!?”

“Sorry! I had to get the plushie, but the machine wasn't being fair!”

“Pretty smart, though!” Serena complimented, running backwards. “If I knew how to hack, I would've done the same thing.”

“But you don't,” Yuri once again teased.

She jumped on him and they wrestled. “I've wanted to do this since earlier!” Making Yuri go “OOF—!” with surprise.

“Oh, you think it's only you?” He fought back.

“Guys!” Rin grumbled. “Right now!?”

She and Yugo had to drag their own counterparts away from each other and out of the place until they both calmed down.

The rest of the day went by with lots of fun.

There was lunch at an Xyzian Burgery Shun recommended, then a walk in the park which included its own set of activities, laser tag, pizza, and a few other things.

Yeah… It was really nice.

The day ended when the two groups parted when they all went back to Pendulum, saying their good-byes to each other and leaving. To go to their own new respective homes.

#arcvmonth #arcvmonth2023 #arc v #yugioh arc v #serena arc v #rin arc v #yuri arc v #yugo arc v #appleshipping #predatorshipping

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magpiecaranthir · 1 year

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There is a question eating at my mind: how would Tinwë react to Maglor’s version of Old Maggie Took? I’d die for a crossover of the two…

And because my sleep deprived brain likes to come up with weird questions at night, how would she feels toward to my cabbage patch elflings? I already have a few headcanons but I am interested in what you think.

OH OH OH Its gonna be a really long one so under the cut (you gave me an idea and I might as well write a whole fucking fic now bc I couldnt stop lol) ^^

Ok so first how Tinwe would react to Old Maggie?

Ok so in OWWSAF we put it in a tiny paragraph that Maglor died, right? So by all means tinwe doesnt think she'll see her big brother again. But then if we screw the timeline a bit to make it so that she's in Imladris when he and Liló go there for the first time, Lindir recognizes Maglor.

And how would Tinwe react to your Cabbage Patch elflings??

Of course he does. He sometimes watches tinwe paint when she's in the valley and he watched her more than once sketch that face. Even if lindir wouldnt be the one to recognise Maglor, Erestor would. Or anyone else left of the formerly feanorian host. And BOI they would not know what to do.

On one hand, they now have the thrice kinslayer who suddenly popped up from... the shire??? With a toddler????

On the other they have a (known to react very harshly) wife of the captain of the guard who does not speak of her family to others unless it's to remind them that they were the ones holding the North, not the Sindar of Doriath.

By the time the people who realize that problem decide to keep their mouths shut and pray ecthelion has the sense to keep tinwe away from everyone else until Maglor disappears again, Tinwe gets found by Liló.

Of course she does.

And Liló is just a baby but shes a smart baby who remembers the bedtime story Maglor told her about his siblings and she remembers he had a little sister with white hair and lilo obviously is convinced tinwe is that sister (even if she werent, lilo equals white haired elf to Maglor's sister).

So LILO drags tinwe to 'her ada'.

Tinwe sees Maglor.

Tinwe calmly asks for lilo to go play somewhere else. Everybody knows what's coming. Ecthelion manages to get the concealed daggers off tinwe before she charges at that mf and throws him on the ground in a chokehold.

Screaming. Blaming. Absolute guilt tripping and gaslighting on her part (she's going to feel bad about it later bc that's her big brother she has her big brother back maglors there he can cuddle her shes not the last- but first she's getting her anger out. He left her alone. And got a fucking perfect life with a BABY!

She's not going to stop being hostile towards him, but she's doing it lowkey like just occasionally mentioning she got tortured for Celebrimbor while Maglor was doing fuck-all and that's why her hands tremble every so often, or how she has been keeping the dunlendings safe while Maglor was having tea partys (her coming clean about Caranthir and haley's marriage is a WHOLE other conversation they're having at some point) but she's only doing that when lilo isnt around.

She's sweet with lilo. She's a baby. She's cute. Tinwe is a sucker for babies just like she was with Lindir. Teaches lilo how to paint. Encourages lilo to paint on everything in Maglor's smial.

It takes a few years of tinwe coming to terms with Maglor being alive, but the hostility ceases bc that's her only family left that's her big brother he knows her and loves her even in her anger and Big emotions and she doesnt want to lose him again

When she's over it, she goes to the Shire with ecthelion. He says it's to make sure she doesnt get harmed on the way there, but they both know it's because he wants to see that shit for himself.

Oh god she would just flop over like Maglor did. Like what the fuck?? Faint of disbelief. Why the fuck do babies grow like that???

And the second shes digested that change of her reality, ecthelion's just casually like "so... remember how we have a very nice garden?"

And yeah tinwe is hesitant because Doom and shit, but pls she always wanted to be a mum. She always wanted babies and she wanted them with ecthelion.

So yeah. They plant a baby. So what.

While their bby grows she is absolutely doting on the double twins from Elladan and elrohir. Just stealing one or two away for a day or two or five bc they are babies they are so cute 🥺

She's also the first ti see the signs of their neurodicergence bc she's nd herself and remembers well the struggle it was growing up and e.g. not understanding why you wanted to rip the pretty dress auntie Allen gifted you off your back while you're crying so hard you cant speak (hint: the fabric was capital b Bad). So she just starts getting accommodations and dropping hints about how others can deal with these things when she notices them

Their own bby gets born (hatches? Gets harvested?) And of fucking course its twins. Twins with white hair, too, bc tinwes genes bullied Ecthelion's into submission lol.

#ask box #deadqueernoldor's ask box

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dream-meister-translations · 7 months

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MAPO TOFU - STORY # 1

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The summer heat is finally receding, leaving autumn to flourish. The clear breeze sweeps past, covering the world in a mottled goldish autumn sheen in its wake. In a corner in the west turret, Cabbage Blossom is leaning against the window sill as he thumbs through a scroll, enjoying his time and content. CABBAGE BLOSSOM : Oh, you've finally come to return the book. The moment you borrowed it, someone came and demanded to borrow it immediately. For a second, I wondered if I was a Chinese teacher or a debater. "Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Outside, unusually heavy footsteps thunder past the window. With the sound comes a crushing sense of awe.

DOUBLE-BOILED MILK : Wahhhhh-- H-Help! They're turning the heat up on me! I'm going to turn into hot milk--

MAPO TOFU : That's what you get for trying to trick us!

CABBAGE BLOSSOM : Watch out, Master. There's a mad dairy product running this way.

Boom! A large silhouette bursts through the window. Then, just as a nimble silhouette is about to throw itself forward--

MAPO TOFU : Double-Boiled Milk, take this--!

OPTION 1 : "Pay up if you want to pass!" MAPO TOFU : I-It's you? Get out of the way!

OPTION 2 : "Here comes the royal pardon! Spare him!" MAPO TOFU : Step aside! Don't talk big when I'm fighting! …Hmm? It's you?!

In the air, Mapo Tofu extinguishes the flame in his hand and lands on the bookshelf with one foot. He spins around and sits on the back of the water buffalo.

MAPO TOFU : You can't just pop out of nowhere like that, Master! I nearly hit you!

WATER BUFFALO : Moo, Moo--

DOUBLE-BOILED MILK : Hey! Mapo Tofu, how could you land on Runner like that? Look, everyone, look! My buffalo's so scared it's tearing up!

CABBAGE BLOSSOM : It even mooed twice!

DOUBLE-BOILED MILK : That's right! It's saying "Sob, sob, I've been working hard my entire life to provide milk for the restaurant…But on the one day that I'm out sightseeing, I got stomped into a Beef Flat Cake!"

MAPO TOFU : Why do you have so much to say, you weirdo? If you cheat your way out again, I'll cook your Beef Flat Cake right now!

Mapo Tofu immediately conjures a scathing flame in his palm, scaring Double-Boiled Milk so much that he falls to the floor on his butt. He hugs the water buffalo tightly and begins to wail--

DOUBLE-BOILED MILK : You can't cook it! It's a water buffalo from Guangdong, not one of those buffalos in your Sichuan hometown! It's a buffalo with dignity! It specializes in producing high-nutrition, low-yield milk rich in zinc, iron, calcium, amino acids, and vitamins for child development and anti-aging…

OPTION 1 : "Mapo Tofu, shut him up." MAPO TOFU : Hmph. Hear that, Double-Boiled Milk? Your life's like a candle in the wind--

OPTION 2 : "Mapo Tofu, It's wrong to fight." MAPO TOFU : Well said, but it's pointless! I've been hearing him nag the entire morning! This is my chance to sort him out!

CABBAGE BLOSSOM : Oh? Are you planning to fight here?

MAPO TOFU : I-I…I never even bothered him, but he just had to get mad at me…

MAPO TOFU : He did the thing I hate the most! I can't take it anymore!

OPTION 1 : "Did he delete your game account?" MAPO TOFU : I dare him to! But first he'll have to step over my dead body!

OPTION 2 : "Did he break your little plastic figures?" MAPO TOFU : Hey, Master! You can't call them little plastic figures! They're my o-o-old friends!

MAPO TOFU : I started the day in a perfect mood! I was going to have a match with Dumpling after breakfast..

MAPO TOFU : But then, I saw the bottle of milk that came with my set meal. It was labeled--

DOUBLE-BOILED MILK : "POCKY"!!!

MAPO TOFU : …

MAPO TOFU : You're proud, aren't ya? "Pocky"? You making fun of my pockmarks?

Furious, Mapo Tofu yanks Double-Boiled Milk off the floor. His eyes are burning with rage--

MAPO TOFU : I always act honorably and speak honestly! There's nothing I hate more than people who gossip behind others' backs and give others nicknames!

MAPO TOFU : I'll have you know that I've KO'd the last guy, and the last, last guy, and the last, last, last guy who dared to nickname me!

(Years Before)

The sun is beginning to set but the small restaurant beside the pier at Wanfu Bridge is still packed with people.

CUSTOMER A : Hey, kid. Why isn't Mrs. Chen back yet? Honestly, cooking is just like oil-bearing! Only those with experience can do it well!

CUSTOMER B : That's right! Mrs. Chen makes the best tofu! I've been carrying cargo all day, and the only thing that kept me going was coming here and having some juicy tofu! Chen Dou'er, give me another portion of this!

MAPO TOFU : Sure thing! I'll give you extra beef today, so do drop by our restaurant often!

The tofu chunks bob up and down in the chili oil paste. It melts in your mouth and has a spicy aroma. Its taste is out of this world.

CUSTOMER B : Oh wow, this is freakin' delicious! If Mrs. Chen's face looked like this tofu tastes, her business would be even--

The person beside the man quickly stops him. The other diners in the restaurant turn in unison to look at Mapo Tofu, who is wiping tables. He seems calm but he has scrunched up the rag in his hand.

MAPO TOFU : …It's gotten dark. Why isn't she back yet?

MAPO TOFU : Sorry, everyone. We have to close shop early today. I promise to prepare more spicy and refreshing handmade tofu for everyone tomorrow!

Mapo Tofu bolts the wooden door of the restaurant and hurries westward into the night.

MRS. CHEN : Sigh…They tease me every time I deliver food to them…But it's not like I can just ignore their orders either…

MRS. CHEN : Ack!

MAPO TOFU : Mrs. Chen? You're finally--Wait, why are your eyes so red and swollen? Who bullied you?

MRS. CHEN : W-What are you saying? Why would anyone bully an old lady like me…Look, Mapo. We made lots of money from food delivery today! Let's go home and see how much we made…

OPTION 1 : "I'll do the deliveries from now on." MRS. CHEN : T-This job isn't suitable for you, and the restaurant needs you too! Don't worry about me. If I can't even do something as simple as delivering food, I might as well close the restaurant…

OPTION 2 : "You're so late." MRS. CHEN : Setbacks like this are nothing to small business owners like us! Really, Mapo, Don't worry about me…

Mrs. Chen touches Mapo Tofu's back, gently urging him to go back. Under the starry night sky, she hides in his shadow and wipes her tears.

#The Tale Of Food #ttof #ttof story #ttof script #Otome #食物语 #食物語 #食物语新马版 #mapo-tofu

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Ezelliot Leviathan's Happiest Snowcall Day 8

Title: I Want a Hippotamus for ~~Starlight~~ Snowcall

Characters: Yachai Leviathan, Juhnathan Leviathan, Ezelliot Leviathan, Rhion Leviathan, Khassandra Leviathan, a hippo

Rating: G for Gee I hope I Get a Hippotamus for Snowcall

Notes: Spoilers for the concepts presented in Shadowbringers

Snowcall had come, the longest night of the year. Most children had already been put to rest, dreaming of the Snowmother taming the black wolf and white wolf just for one night so that she might deliver them presents and fill the first day of winter with delight. All except the eldest prince of the seas, who in his many attempts to spy the Snowmother, had failed to do so.

Yachai spent many Snowcall Eve's setting up traps, trying to stay up late and catch her in the act. When his siblings were born, he thought he might have the upper hand, his parents both distracted by them far more than him, and yet, his father was always one step ahead of him, especially the pirate king. Most mornings, he'd wake up to the holiday having passed out, or caught in his own trap.

This year he was sure it'd be different. He'd drank an entire pot of coffee, one he made himself and ensured couldn't be sprinkled with sleeping powder. Aside from that, he made no attempts to foil or ensare the Snowmother. He was simply just going to sit and wait and keep himself caffeinated, believing that his trickery had been his downfall. If he simply did nothing, his parents would have no reason to suspect him further. He could simply be seen as a young mature Catter. Or so he thought.

After feigning sleep, he waited for the rest of the family to retire, and once the pirate king's snores rattled the cabin, he got up and hurried downstairs in wait. And so he waited...and waited...Until finally, he heard the strangest of sounds...grunting.

His ears perked. This was not the usual noise that he'd been explaining was simply the pirate king frustrated unable to sleep...no, it was coming from outside. Hurrying onto the deck, he looked around until spying a small hippo trotting around the main mast. Eyes wide, he hurried to the creature before kneeling down. The creature innocently pushed it's nose into the boy's touch then snorted. Excited, the boy's tail flipped about while he started to pet the creature. A pet! He always wanted a pet...but there would be no way he'd be able to keep it. Both fathers refused to allow it, especially Ezelliot, knowing well that he'd be the one to take care of any mess it made aboard the ship.

Panicking, he picked up the creature. It needed to be hidden. Struggling under the weight, he staggered back inside then shut his new friend in his room before making a small nest out of his dirty clothes that he'd hidden in his closet. He lowered his ears a bit as the creature grunted, petting him softly as he thought about what to do. A closet was no place for a pet. Frowning, he hugged the hippo, letting it munch on his shirt. Jumping, he pulled back then shook his head signing "No, bad" to the creature with a rapid head shake. Putting both hands on it's nose, he shook his head again then backed away slowly, ensuring that it stayed put.

Hurrying to the galley, he pulled out some cabbages from the ice box then filled a large bowl with water. Heading back to his room, he paused near their family room, ears perked and tail high, the room somehow filled with presents while he'd been busy caring for his little friend. Brow narrowed, he huffed, stomping back to his room, feeling tricked once again by the Snowmother. Upon his return, he dropped his cabbages and bowl, the hippo much smaller than he remembered and laying on its side. Kneeling down, he picked it up, finding it to be soft and plush...no ounce of life left in it. Shaking, he swallowed, squeezing it a bit more before keeling over in a faint.

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Ezelliot laughed softly as he watched Yachai lay on the deck, eyes glued to the stuffed hippo. All morning he'd been silent, barely a sign out of him as he concentrated on the stuffed plush. It had not left his sight all morning, much to the amusement of both parents.

"We got him again. I wonder how many more years we have of this," the red-haired Catter sighed, feeding Khassandra some mashed-up plums.

"Who knows. When he gets the better of us, we'll just have to have him help us do it for the little ones," Juhnathan laughed, letting Rhion chew on a soft cookie in his lap.

"Good, we're getting too elaborate keeping this up...We'll take him to see his little friend again someday. I wonder if it'll remember him."

"Ah...someday. About that..."

Ezelliot turned, eyes narrowed, "You did send the hippo back to the mainland, didn't you?"

"Well, I misunderstood Lord Ifrit's offer...it was more of a gift hippo than a borrowed one..."

Yachai's ears twitched as his father started to scold the pirate king. Later that day, he was reunited with his hippo friend...and the king was gifted a shovel and some rubber gloves as an extra gift.

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healeroflightanddark · 2 months

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Tales From Dragon Inc. Chapter 5: Distraction

Zarc muttered under his breath as he looked at the doorbell cam outside the front door of his apartment from his office computer. His crazy ex from seven years ago was at his front door ringing the doorbell incessantly. What was wrong with her? It was 10AM on a Wednesday! Clearly he wasn’t home!

Yuri walked into Zarc’s office with the monthly finance report. When he saw the look on the CEO’s face, he frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Remember how I told you about my ex?” Zarc said. Yuri thought for a moment. “Which one? Ray?” Zarc shook his head. “No, Casey.”

“Oh, the crazy one. She’s the one that keyed your car because you gave her red roses when you first met her in person instead of pink ones, right?” Yuri said. Zarc nodded. “Yeah, that’s the one. She apparently remembers where I live even after seven years, and she’s at my front door right now, ringing my doorbell nonstop.”

“What the hell?” Yuri walked over to Zarc’s desk and looked at the computer screen. Casey was now banging on the door and shouting for Zarc. “What is wrong with her?”

“She’s insane,” Zarc sighed. Yuri nodded and sat down on top of the desk, crossing his legs elegantly. “Wasn’t she like… American or something? You were in a long-distance relationship for six months before you met in person, right?”

“Yeah, and she moved back to America when we broke up a month later,” Zarc replied. “Actually I had to contact her parents and get them to come to Japan and drag her back home because she was refusing to leave me alone. They said they wouldn’t let her leave the country again for at least five years. But apparently she still hasn’t forgotten my address.”

“Maybe it’s time to move to a new home,” Yuri suggested. “I mean, you’ve been living in that apartment for almost eleven years, right? Maybe it’s about time to get a proper house.”

“You know, I’ve been considering it,” Zarc admitted. “I’d love to get a new place. My apartment is tiny, and I’ve had my eye on a few nice houses in the suburbs, as well as a few of the abandoned houses in the countryside.”

“Ooh, you know those abandoned houses often need heavy renovations,” Yuri said. Zarc nodded. “Yes I know, but I’ve found a few semi-decent ones. And I could renovate them into my dream home too!”

“True,” Yuri agreed.

A particularly loud scream of Zarc’s name from his ex on the camera startled Yuri into almost falling off the desk. It seemed that Casey had discovered the doorbell camera and was screaming into it. Zarc growled in frustration as he hit the mute button, and Yuri chuckled as he recovered from his mini heart attack. He began rubbing his foot against Zarc’s thigh, and walking his fingers up the CEO’s arm. “Looks like you could use a distraction~”

Zarc gazed into Yuri’s purple eyes and considered the implied offer. Then he leaned in close to the cabbage-head. “Try to stay quiet this time, my sweet blossom~” he purred into Yuri’s ear, before kissing his neck. A delicate, barely noticeable shiver of excitement ran down Yuri’s spine. This was going to be fun!

* * *

Zarc kissed Yuri sweetly about an hour later as he helped the now exhausted and very satisfied cabbage button his shirt back up. “You’re always such a pleasure to love on, my dear. You sound so cute trying to stay quiet.”

Yuri blushed, still trying to catch his breath. “Sh-shut up… I’m not cute,” he mumbled, but Zarc could see him trying not to smile at the sweet compliment. Yuri may act like a jerk to most people in public, but he loved being complimented and showered in affection by his boyfriends.

Besides, the hour-long spicy session definitely did its job of distracting Zarc from his problems. The next time he looked at the cameras, he saw his ex being escorted away from his apartment door by security.

#cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on deviantart #cross posted on fanfiction.net #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on wattpad #yugioh arc v #yuya sakaki #yugo #yuri #yuto #zarc #yuya x yugo x yuri x yuto x zarc #dimensionshipping plus zarc #office au

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luffythinker · 7 months

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Bkdk grabs your heart but can i raise you ShinDeku? i once read a fic where something happen to Shinso (he got hurt) and he couldn't be a hero and Deku said if he wanted he would condone him doing vigilante work it's "Soft Light by Saezs" gonna talk about ShinDeku dynamics.

Shinso believing he has 0 worth but he wants to prove himself wrong, it's harder on some days but not everyday. Midoriya is there to snuggle him when he feels worthless. Shinso is the first next to Bakugo who's going to knock somebody's face off if they even say a hurtful word in Midoriya's direction your getting kicked 7 ways to hell. Midoriya is Shinso's sunshine and he tells him that every day protective boyfriends!!! cause i'll be damned if Midoriya isn't the same way Shinso's life was hard enough so if anyone's going to ruin his boy's day your getting punted, your getting mississippi smashed, colorado smashed united states of america obliterated if you even breath wrong by Shinso and Midorya catches it

i don't think either of them are the jealous type but they probably hold hands and walk down the street thinking "what did i do to deserve someone like him" at the same time they've probably also thought when they first started dating if they slightly see someone and this is mosting going in Midoriya's direction cause he's probably popular with the girls (and boys for that matter) at UA and Shinso over in the corner thinking wow he would probably be better off with somebody else but the only thing going through Midoriya mind is MOVE I NEED TO FIND MY BOYFREND i don't doubt Midoriya would ever have the thought of Shinso's better off without me im so terrible at maintaining a love relationship when he's the only one with experience cause ya boys was bullied but i think Shinso was bullied a little worse for having a cough villain quirk

NO cause i can see them having a conversation where Midoriya starts crying and wiping his eyes saying stuff Shinso has no idea where it came from and Shinso grabs his hands and tells him nobody ever even gave him the time of day like Midoriya does so the fact that he's even still here now is a blessing, "You say your blessed to have such friends in your life im blessed to have you in my life" which turns Midoriya into sprinkle mode and he's screaming and crying and hugging Shinso tightly

Both of them getting on eachothers cases for not taking care of themselves properly but it's a cycle cause neither of them have the care for themselves as they have for eachother it's literally the only argument they have when they argue its about not taking care of yourself one way or another, "you keep doing dangerous things" "SO DO YOU" "i want you to be careful" "i know you don't care about your body but i do" stuff like that

Midoriya called Shinso tinky winky once and he just stared at him for a long time whispering what the fuck is a tinky winky? are you talking to me????? and Midoriya laughed. no go on i wanna hear all the pet names you have for me and Midoriya just laughing and swinging his arm cause he can't two can play at this game Shinso calls Midoriya sprout and string bean, cabbage head and broccoli boy Bakugo probably calls Midoriya broccoli head Midoriya calls Shinso basil which is cute cause basil can be purple but also a lot of the vegetables shinso calls Midoriya can be purple too they are vegetable boys im crying

Shinso wears cat ears casually because of Eri and Midoriya thinks it's cute he teases him and calls him his little meow meow "shut the fuck up" - blushing Shinso lol

Golden retriever x Cat that's what this is omg

Who do you think confessed first? it could be Shinso but it also could be Midoriya im leaning more on Shinso but not cause he's super ready for the turn down of asking and doesnt wanna be the one to ask but he just really likes Midoriya after the sports fes AND AIZAWA KNOWS IT OH GOD he's in class A and Aizawa is teasing him about it THE DAD EVER he's a little shit about it too like have you told him you like him yet? snort wuss MIC TOO

this is getting long but before i go i remembered another doujinshi that is actually ShinDeku [atarime] Can Tonight Be The Night? – Boku no Hero Academia dj [Eng]

you absolutely can, because shindeku is actually my second fav deku ship!! (rodydeku is the third btw), and I've also read this fic!!

I love this dynamic of grumpy + sunshine because Shinso is not even that grumpy he's just bitter and mad at the universe, but Izuku brings out the best parts of himself, he really is like a ray of sunshine, deku gives him hope that the world is not that much of a bad place. I think for him it's a reminder that life can be hard and you can still end up being good like Izuku is, so he tends to be very protective of him, he won't let the world even try to mess with his boyfriend, he will be smiling and happy forever if it depends on him!!

I agree, don't think they're jealous because they are very secure and there's a lot of mutual trust involved. Like you said, in the beginning, it would be something that bugs Shinsou because why would Izuku choose him, but luckily, his boyfriend is always there to reassure him that he has all the right reasons to be the best boyfriend he needs, so eventually, shinsou trusts this and they don't have any issues down the line. I think they both would communicate well with each other, I really see them as a very healthy couple (I love the toxic flavor in some ships, but for me, the appeal of these two is that they're a lil fucked up but managed to have the best relationship possible)

Them caring for the other but not for themselveskjdfjk i think eventually they would just learn basic first aid stuff to be able to care properly because they're both too stubborn. I love the idea of them having weird cute pet nameskjfdf because the mental image of a guy like Shinso calling his boyfriend lettuce or sumn is so adorable to me

they're absolutely golden retriever x black cat !!

I think Shinso confessed first, it makes sense to me that he would realize his feelings and just… take a shot with it, like he knows izuku will be nice about it even if he rejects him, so he thinks he should be honest about how he feels bc he couldn't continue a friendship like this, I think he would try to make it a romantic moment but it would be so unlike him that it just doesn't go as planned and it doesn't feel like he's being himself. So he tries again, this time just taking Izuku on a walk and he just says it, he likes him, he doesn't want him to feel pressure but he also thinks it's fair for deku to be aware of his feelings, to his surprise izuku is really eager about it and says he is also into him, his feelings have been growing but he didn't know how to bring this up. I feel like they would not kiss at this time, just because they're both really nervous (like have you seen midoriya???)

But they plan on having a date, maybe something really cheesy like an amusement park or going for a picnic at the beach (bc Shinsou needs all the sunlight he can get), and the kiss would happen naturally, with them just wanting to feel each other <3

thank you for the dj rec, I will make sure to read it with the others!!

#shindeku #hitoshi shinsou #midoriya izuku #bnha #im so glad someone brought shindeku up #i really love them #they deserve more love #rei replies

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