#please please tumblr spare me i have to go vote in a bit please-
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TRYING THIS AGAIN BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY
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hi. mark angst. did this for my english class, kinda old but i like it, so please take it. uuhhhh yeah, hope you enjoy i'm a mess :')
(poem and extra versions under a cut that i hope will be there)
Alone Again with no one to Save me Once More
I rise from my sour grave;
Everyone already believes I have passed.
I thought so too – I thought it was time for me to move on,
Maybe get to see the angels that welcomed me into the kingdom of Heaven.
But it seems that the world wants me to suffer an eternal,
Agonizing, memorable afterlife.
I mean, it’s more interesting than the three days that led up to this moment.
My gun in hand,
The thing – that monster outside my door that trapped me in my unfortunate situation,
The rush of paranoia constantly coming and going,
Coming and going.
It all repeated itself for 72 hours straight;
My screams never ceased until my last breath of life
Leaving my lungs.
My praises to the Lord grew less and less and I realized that
He wouldn’t save me.
No one would.
Who knew pulling the trigger would feel so relieving?
Relieving only for the time I was asleep it seemed, awaiting my fate.
I walk on home again, avoiding that room,
My room.
The bathroom was the second best thing, I thought to myself,
And the first thing I saw was my face,
My horrid, pitch black face staring back at me.
Covered by a large, black square obscuring the damage done to it;
I lift my hands to see they’re as black as the censor;
My clothes are stained with my own blood.
My tainted hands reach up to my face, grabbing the censor over my face,
Pulling any way to just get the horrid thing off.
And I see my true face.
The face of a monster.
My corneas pitch black,
My irises the same horrid hazel green I’d see every day,
My hair greasy and unkempt,
Black substance running down my cheeks from my stained eyes,
I’m just a mess.
And I realize
I’m one of them.
Those “Alternates” they called them.
I don’t want to be a threat to society!
I don’t want to be the downfall of my own kind!
I don’t… I don’t want any of this.
This must be His doing,
The false angel, whispering false blessings
Promising false promises to me and me alone.
No one will try to save me now,
They’ll think I’m too far gone now.
I’m a castaway now, believed to be dead
As I should be.
Only one thing is certain now:
No one came for me, and no one will.
please let this work tumblr i beg of you-
#mandela catalogue#the mandela catalogue#mark heathcliff#half alternate mark#tmc unholy gift#implied suicide trigger#gun mention#glitch draws#glitch writes#implied death trigger#a2t#please please tumblr spare me i have to go vote in a bit please-#WHY ARE THE LAST TWO IMAGES STUPID?????#UGH#whatever im not gonna fuck w this anymore i ugh#im actually getting angry sorry
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fake asota d&d post simulator
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yeah okay i feel like everyone's overreacting over the blood in the hallways. missing students aren't exactly a problem, people drop out of school all the time. it's literally not a big deal
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didn't you get a callout post a few months ago for getting caught eating a human arm in the girls bathroom
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whof the fuck is knoucking at my dorm room entrance in the middle of the night .
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excuse my language but i don't know how the FUCK to get out of this ice maze???????? any experts know what to do when your head starts spinning and you cant see right??? i think the reflections did some shit to me
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op have you considered looking up the effects of low iron
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hold on i will in a second there's this weird crunching noise in the room ahead
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by the blight and the bane this can't be happening
#THE FUCKING MAYOR??? #hen.txt
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does anyone know the best fertilizer for my venus flytrap? im not too sure how to keep its roots healthy while also giving it the flies it needs.
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where is my rock rael
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what the fuck? how did you find my tumblr?
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give it to me rael
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give it to me rael
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please stop harassing me. this prank isn't funny. im going to report you to staff.
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how resistant are you to fire attacks
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Hello, students of Alamaz. I know we're concerned about the rampant disappearances, and reports of some of our students coming back to school covered in blood, but there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Please remain calm during your stay here and make sure to lock your dorm rooms if you feel the need to.
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hey op arent you the one with the corpse pile in her basement
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i have access to your student files, home address, family information, and authority over your brother, rael liadon
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EXCUSE ME
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hey guys sorry abt the absence i was in jail for a bit :/
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how the fuck do you land yourself in jail????? arent you like. your bio says youre 16, what the hell did you do?
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dont ask stupid questions
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dont ask stupid questions
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dont ask stupid questions
#eboblogs #i hope nobody notices when bookworm87 mysteriously stops posting
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that girl down by the interrogation station was pretty nice, i wonder if i can get in contact with her again :)
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:/
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im sorry catboy did you think i was the only one to get my crush swept away by some fucking golden retriever girl. the reckoning is upon you and if you think youll be spared its not going to happen.
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please get off my post
#hen.txt #i swear i need to like block these two off my blog or something #every time there's a blow up in my notifs #it's always them.
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im so hungry i could eat a
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well
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i shant say
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um. my classmate went missing about an hour or two before this was posted
#....this cannot be connected i think im going insane
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alright this needs to be settled
#if youre already initiated you cant vote #your bias will show lmao #looking at a certain student whos name starts with d #and ends with aemus
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i miss my home so fucking much. why couldnt things have stayed the same? why couldnt i be happy? it cant end like this for me.
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have you considered getting used to it
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I WATCHED YOU KILL MY DAD
#im so FUCKING SICK OF TABAXI!!!!!!!!! #ESPECIALLY THIS ONE!! #why are we giving heath a platform like #i know its "funny" to "observe him in his enclosure" #but hes gone TOO FAR!!
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Alright, getting my propaganda for the next round of @yellowcharactershowdown out now even tho the polls aren’t out yet, cause I really need to go to bed now. So tired, still a bit sick, and got an early morning tomorrow. Anyways, I’m so happy to see the bracket is up and running again! 💛💛💛 (seriously tho how can a glitch like that even happen)
That tumblr glitch gave me more time to figure out who to vote in the upcoming Korosensei vs. Hikaru poll (these are two of my main fandoms, just fyi.) So that’s a match-up I didn't want to see… (and tumblr dutifully obliged and shut down the entire blog just to spare me, so, huh, very thoughtful of tumblr I guess....)
Anyway, the decision wasn’t that hard at all, in the end.
Here’s why you should vote Hikaru too! ^^
If Hikaru went to Kunugigaoka, he would absolutely end up in the E class. No question about it, with his grades, and playing go all the time surely won’t help. And what is the mission of the E class students? To kill their teacher. This is what Korosensei actually wants! Of course, he wouldn’t make it easy, but he would still be rooting for Hikaru.
So, please give Hikaru a vote and help him kill his teacher! (…in this non-existent crossover, that is…)
(tbh, I doubt that Hikaru would ever get into Kunugigaoka in the first place, with his grades… >_> but let’s ignore that. If he did, he’d surely go to E class for his third year…… and I just realized something, this works so well with the canon! So, Hikaru goes to Kunugigaoka for junior high, somehow, dunno, just barely getting in. He’s not doing too well and it seems quite sure he’ll yet end up in 3E. But then he starts playing go for real and turns out to be something of a prodigy. As he becomes a professional player during the second year the school decides to ignore his lacking academic skills, cause honestly, having such a promising young pro in the school certainly pleases the principal. But then… one month or so into the third year (in May, you know…) for some mysterious reason, Hikaru stops playing altogether. He offers no explanations, no nothing, and in the end he is sent to the E class, partly as an attempt to shake him out of it – not that it works. And that is, of course, just the beginning of this story, which is about coming to terms with a heartbreak and ending in another heartbreak and which I am not going to write dammit, the last thing I need rn is another wip that’s such a random crossover that barely anyone will read it, brain, please stop XD)
…I’m sorry, I got distracted, please vote for Hikaru once the polls are out? ^^;;
#propaganda#yellowcharactershowdown#fics that will never be#and I mean it#someone shoot these plotbunnies#hikaru no go#shindou hikaru
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Ukraine, 26th Feb, 2022
A friend of mine told me yesterday that he didn’t realise how much Ukraine meant to him until now. I posted yesterday about the time we spent there, and we’re all getting super pre-occupied about the invasion. As I said in that post, I can’t get our waitress out of my head. I can sort of remember what she looked like now. She had an undercut. I think maybe her hair might have been blue? But - I will never know if she lives through this, and it’s driving me very slightly mad.
So naturally, my husband spent all day yesterday obsessively researching everything he could about it with the help of his journalist friends, as a way to help me process it.
This post is me putting it all in order, as a way to try and process my own emotional response as much as anything else (I freely admit there is an element of self-indulgence here). Please don’t take me as the spokesperson for Ukraine right now, nor as a solid reliable news source. But, I haven’t seen this stuff except in bits and pieces on Tumblr, so here we go.
(This is also not about why the invasion has happened. This post is solely about what has happened, and how the invasion is going.)
So, Putin and the rest of the world believed that this invasion would take 1-4 days. The plan was to push through fast, take Kyiv, and force Volodymyr Zelenskyy, the Ukrainian President, to surrender. Given Russia’s military might, it really looked likely.
Here is the conclusion of all that’s happened so far:
Ukraine is absolutely nailing this??? Actually???
They managed to defend every single city overnight, including Kyiv. They started rolling out and using these WW2-style anti-tank thingies that look a bit like angry gabbions, look, here’s a picture of one being delivered:
A bunch of spare iron girders turned into a hefty octopus of Russian misery, basically.
But it’s not just tanks they’re taking down, oh no. Ukraine successfully shot down a transport plane 20km from Kyiv. That is, I shit you not, the single biggest hit to the Russian military since the Second Chechen War. Volunteers from Lithuania, Poland, Latvia, Estonia, Azerbaijan and Israel are all entering Ukraine to help fight and bolster the anti-Russian forces, which is probably illustrative of how Eurovision voting is going to run for the next decade. Most countries have banned Russian planes from their air space. To help stop the Russian advance, Ukraine has made and installed new road signs, like this one:
I can only say a handful of sentences in Ukrainian, Tumblrs, but as I understand it, from top to bottom, it says:
“Fuck off”
“Fuck off again”
“Fuck off Russia”
Meanwhile, it turns out the Russian military might we feared is... possibly not quite as advertised?
They’re underfunded and badly trained. Ukraine captured 200 soldiers in one go, and most of them were confused 19 year olds with no training. The equipment is shite. The tanks keep running out of fuel. Russian soldiers keep abandoning their tanks and handing them over to the Ukrainian army. Putin’s plan was to take Kyiv fast and move on, and he didn’t have a plan B - hence these kids, playing soldier. Here is an image of a Russian tank receiving roadside assistance from Russia’s finest, an old Lada.
No one expected Zelenskyy to survive the night; but he did. America offered him asylum in the White House.
But he said no.
Zelenskyy remains in Kyiv, with his people.
And Putin, in his desperation to be adored, has turned Zelenskyy into a global icon and hero.
Here is something you may not know about Volodymyr Zelenskyy - he used to be a standup comedian. Was he any good? No idea - but what he IS good at is producing funny short videos he can put on Twitter and that, which are absolutely fantastic for Ukrainian morale. And morale is vital in an invasion like this, and Ukraine are smashing it out of the park there.
They are utilising the internet to its fullest extent. In addition to Zelenskyy’s videos, they’ve made sure that the final words of the Ukrainian defenders of Snake Island are known and now echoed around the world: “Russian warship, go fuck yourselves.” A video has gone viral of Ukrainians mocking a group of Russian soldiers whose tank had broken down and who didn’t know the way to Kyiv anyway, presumably because of all the new road signs. They have created a website that lists every single Russian death they can identify, partly so Russian mothers can have closure (thus also painting themselves as the defenders of decency and humanity), and partly for the enormous morale boost of the world knowing, categorically, that they’ve already killed 3700 Russian soldiers (over 100 of which were from that transport plane.) Not one word has leaked of Ukrainian casualties. I’m sure they’re devastating, but for morale purposes, they’re being kept quiet until the dust settles. Ukrainians have started setting up fake Tindr profiles to catfish Russian soldiers for intel, and they’re all 19 and lost, so it’s working. Plus, they’re using Grindr to actually track where the soldiers are, because it turns out Putin was not entirely correct about there being no gays in Russia.
So, Russia wants to cut their internet access. Can the Ukrainian Minister for Digital Transformation, Mykhailo Fedorov, shame a billionaire into providing aid?
This is crucial, remember. Atrocities happen best in the dark, and the world is watching - because of the internet. Morale is vital to maintain. Can they convince Elon Musk to help?
Yep.
Ukraine now has the fastest internet service in the world. The fastest, most stable internet service in human history, in fact. Russia cannot now disable it. The world watches.
Which is just as well, because then Anonymous decided to get involved, and have leaked the website database of the Russian Ministry of Defence. Lol. Also this happens:
And then the Russian propaganda channels started broadcasting the truth of what is happening in Ukraine. Double lol.
So what is the political response?
Well, in addition to closing airspace to Russian planes, loads of countries are sending weapons to Ukraine. Those that can’t are offering asylum. They’re also offering asylum to any Russian soldiers who surrender or defect, which is startlingly good tactics, and there are rumours of around 5000 Russian soldiers who have done just that. Germany, of course, has long had a block on lethal weapons transfer; but Germany recognise this shit for what it is. They’ve lifted the block, thus allowing the Netherlands to send weapons. Efforts are now underway to fast-track Ukraine into the EU. I presume they will consider the lack of pint glasses with crowns on to be a worthwhile price to pay.
So what about Russia’s supporters?
Belarusian leader Alexander Lukashenka helped Russia with this invasion. Now, this has happened:
Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya was actually elected president, but some wild nonsense kept her out of power. She’s now running a government in exile. I have literally no idea what this means or will mean! But my god. She has a spine of steel, and this is not a good time to be happening for Putin.
And it’s really, really not, because then intel on a meeting of Putin and assembled Oligarchs LEAKS (hello Anonymous, probably). The highlights:
This war is costing Russia $15bn a day
He expected it to take ONE TO FOUR DAYS TO WIN
It’s been two days and he is losing very badly, currently
They will run out of rockets by day 4, maybe sooner
After that they will be down to rifles and ammo
It will take 3-4 months to make more significant weapons, except they need raw materials, and the countries that can provide them... have cut supply lines
If the war lasts 10 days, Russia will have completely run out of money and weapons
It's only day 2, and Russian soldiers are knocking the doors of random Ukrainian homes begging for food and water because they've already run out
So, out of desperation, Putin turns to his greatest, closest and most trusted ally for help: Kazakhstan.
And Kazakhstan
SAYS NO
And then Ukraine shoots down a second Russian plane.
Anyway, I’m going to finish off with a final point. Morale is vital in this situation, so here is the message from the Ukrainian government at the minute, to everyone watching around the world:
Be VERY SUSPICIOUS of any negative news about Ukraine. Russia uses misinformation and propaganda. They will want to damage Ukrainian morale.
Use your social media to spread news of Ukrainian victories.
Don't give oxygen to negative stories. Especially since they might not be true.
That’s genuinely something we can do to help. Every victory of Ukraine, blast it far and wide. So on that note, I’ll leave you with this:
Congrats to Natalia Antonova’s cousin's son.
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Paper Lanterns Part 17
Paper Lanterns is a community based IF game here on Tumblr. I need something to fuel the creative fires while I chip away at The Night Market demo, and I want to give you all a little something in the meantime. Here’s how it will work.
I will post a snipped under the cut every few days. At the end of the post will be three options. Comment below or send me an ask if you would rather be anonymous, over which route you would like to see. I will tally them up and write the majority option and post it in the following days. From there, we repeat the process until we, as a community, have crafted our story.
Please reblog and share this with others. The more people we have participating, the more fun I think this can be for us.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 under the cut
Winner of last vote: Have dinner with Malcolm and Hazel
You follow him inside with a small shake of your head and a warm smile.
“Asshole,” you mutter, sliding past him to open the door to Hazel’s shop. He chuckles warmly, a familiar sound that sends heat right to your core.
Hazel of course has gone overboard. As you climb the stairs in the back of the shop towards the makeshift housing she has hidden away, you can smell an overwhelming array of delicious scents wafting from under the door. Neither of you bother to knock as you enter the living quarters, both having been here far too often for her to bother answering the door anymore.
Hazel is bent over the low-lying table that sits between floral painted couches and haphazard end table crates. The hearth is roaring brightly and the table itself is covered with bowls of fresh fruits and vegetables, along with long platters of crackling meat and fish.
“I know we were not out there that long,” Malcolm said, going to his sister's side to sling an arm around her.
“You sure?” she asks, blinking up at him. “Time flies when you’re having fun, Malcolm.” He shoves her a bit, plopping himself down on the sofa and kicking off his muddy boots. When she tuts at him, he tucks them away under the couch, so she at least does not have to see them.
You sit down at the table, immediately grabbing for the food, not questioning how Hazel managed so much so quickly. You learned long ago not to ask too much of how Hazel does things. Her powers, while her livelihood, had always been a source of discomfort for her. They were ones she tended to tone down as well, so as not to let the rest of the market know what all she could do.
Tucking her feet under her, Hazel sits across from you, and begins dishing up her own plate. “So are you two back together then?” she asks. You nearly choke on your roll.
Malcolm only bites into a ripe strawberry, raising his eyes at his sister. “That’s a bit nosy, don’t you think?”
“You were in my garden being nosy with each other, so I believe I have a right,” she says, almost primly as she butters her roll. “Please don’t break each other's hearts again. I will always pick you two up and dust off the pieces, but I hate seeing you both messy puddles of sorrow.”
You frown at that. “I wasn’t that bad.”
“You were,” both Albright siblings intone.
Refusing to acknowledge them, you look around the small home. You had spent many nights here, sleeping on this very sofa when you couldn’t bring yourself to go home. Or even go up to a spare room. This was as much home as anywhere else, and was certainly cozier than your own pathetic excuse for a place.
“So what is the plan then, Button? You going to go to the next gate and just chip off a piece of it like last time, or are you going to be a bit more methodical?”
“Seeing as how you are working for the man I’m trying to flush out, I’d say it’s none of your business what my plan is.”
“Aw, it’s funny how you think I don’t know you enough to already have figured out what your plan is going to be.”
Hazel sighed, her head falling to her hands. “Can’t we just have a nice meal?”
Malcolm does look chastised at that. “Sorry, Haze.”
“Sorry,” you say, slightly sheepish.
“Besides, we both know that you two are going to do this entire gate drama and end up helping each other out because you both have some sort of eager desire to see the other succeed. It’s like foreplay for you two.” She stops as the table goes silent. “What? I can make observations too.”
Malcolm looks at me, brandishing a roll as if to make a point. “Don’t go to Rat for your information.”
“Belladonna seems to think that’s the best option.”
“Belladonna is playing at her own game.”
“And so are you,” you parrot.
Hazel frowns. “Rat? As in the lovely little fellow that hangs out down by the waste chute in the spice district? Oh, he’s a sweetheart.”
“He’s a paid informant, Hazel,” Malcolm says, “there is nothing sweet about him.”
“Says you. Him and I once shared a lovely meal of sweet buns together while playing marbles.”
“What you should be doing,” Malcolm suggested, “Is having Hazel cast a curse on me. That way, each door I go to, you’ll be able to automatically ping the location.”
“I am not hexing you.” There was no force behind Hazel’s words. As if this was not the first time she had to tell her brother no to a personal hex.
“It would solve their problems,” he said with a knowing grin.
“I can do this on my own, Malcolm.” You couldn’t. That much was blindingly clear. But you weren’t about to tell him that.
“All this for some silly gates,” Hazel said, shaking her head. “Malcolm, you really should admit that you only started working for the Gatekeeper in order to find the gate back to your wayward loves home.”
The table went silent aside from the sound of Hazel munching on a handful of pine nuts.
“Oops,” she said innocently.
“We’re working the same damn job!” you yell.
“No, I’m working for myself. You’re working for a fucking vampire. There’s a difference.”
“I can’t fucking believe you. What the fuck is this, Malcolm? A race to the damn finish line?”
“And one I will get to before you, so you don’t get fucking hurt, and you can go the fuck home.”
You stood from the table. “I don’t want to go home,” you shouted. “I told you that. Or were you not listening again because you’ve decided what’s right for me. Just like you always do. Malcolm fucking Albright, deciding what’s good for everyone in his life, consequences be damned.”
“Glad you think you’re my everyone.”
Hazel looked at her brother, a deep frown on her face. “Don’t do that,” she said softly. “Don’t diminish how you feel about them. Not in my house. Not after the wreck you were.”
Malcolm's eyes were bright with anger and an underlying tone of what looked like fear. His eyes remained locked on you, yet they were so different from the kind ones that were shown before down by the creek. You wondered if he had only done what he did to try and manipulate you into stopping. To end this ruse with the gates and the gatekeeper. A sickening feeling of insecurity began to rest on your shoulders.
“Both of you need to calm down and come to some sort of agreement,” Hazel was saying. “You want to hurt each other like this, I can’t stop you. But I will remind you that while you two play your little game with each other, I am the one caught in the middle. And I really don’t appreciate it. So, even though I am the youngest one at this table, I am going to tell you both one thing. Grow up. Both of you.”
Voting now closed! Part 18 here
Get up and leave. You have Rat to talk to tomorrow
Get up and leave. You will be finding a hex to track Malcolm to the gates
Apologize and tell Hazel she is right, but you doubt that you and Malcolm will be able to work together
Apologize and try to get Malcolm to be on your side
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HijiTae Poll #2 Results
Thank you to all those who voted in the second HijiTae Blog Poll! This poll closed on January 31. Here are the results:
I expected the majority of votes to go to “Thought about them and their moments while reading/watching Gintama” because that’s how it usually happens. And, wow, did Sorachi ever surprise and bless us!
“Read fan fic about them” and “Through meta posts” were the next couple of reasons to gain the most votes. Fan fic for rare pairs is a blessing; not every rare pair is lucky to have even one. There have been a few meta posts over the years, sometimes found as brief comments in old forum topics in places like Yorozuya Soul, Crunchyroll, and others. I’ve written a fair amount myself, and I’m glad they have helped to bring in new fans.
Next were the reasons: “Discovered fan art featuring them”, “I love shipping rare pairs”, and “Through fandom edits”. Luckily, HijiTae fan art has existed since forever, basically, though quite a bit has been lost over the years as old fan sites went offline. Some artists have re-uploaded to Pixiv now, some to DeviantArt. I’ve commissioned two HijiTae art pieces among the latest batch of new art. Hope we get more fan art soon!
I completely relate to those who voted for “I love shipping rare pairs,” because so do I. I have plenty of other faves in different fandoms. I love going against the norm, going with my instincts on possibilities, and thinking outside the box. Sometimes, it’s just more fun to go that route.
Fandom edits, like gifs, fan vids, and more -- here I want to give a special shout-out here to @arirna, who has contributed much to the HijiTae fandom with gifs. Thank you so much! I’ve no doubt that those gifs of yours and other fandom edits have brought in more HijiTae fans.
“Other reasons” also had the same number of votes. No one came forward to share what other reasons got them into HijiTae. I think I covered all the major reasons – although I did forget to include old HijiTae fan listing site as an option. It lasted from 2007 to 2009, if I recall correctly. It was started by an old friend of mine, and I have her to thank for being the first to provide a place for HijiTae fans to gather in the international fandom.
“Through the HijiTae Tumblr blog” (yay!) and “A friend got me into them” were the last reasons to receive votes. I’m glad my side blog has introduced someone to HijiTae, because that’s one of the reasons I created it.
“Through general fandom discussion” didn’t receive any votes, but I’m not surprised – you mostly see the same crop of ships pop up in general discussions and rarely anything that deviates from the norm. HijiTae doesn’t even qualify as a “Pair the Spares” kind of thing since they’re both tied to more popular ships. Fewer people will object to spare, “leftover” characters being paired together since the new ships won’t interfere with the popular ships of majority preference. Unfortunately, not everyone is open to different or unpopular ships, so I don’t blame people for not bringing their rare pairs up in general discussions. I know from experience.
Well, that was a fun poll and useful for determining how people find their way to HijiTae. Thanks again for voting! Please feel free to make new content for this tiny fandom – art, fic, edits, etc.
#gintama#hijitae#shimura tae#hijikata x tae#hijikata toushirou#shimura otae#tae shimura#otae shimura#otaehiji#hijiotae#taehiji#hijikata toshiro#toshiro hijikata#hijikata x otae#tae x hijikata#otae x hijikata#土妙
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i want some angst, so imagine there's 4 people left and almost all tasks done, so the impostor has to kill someone fast. The only person they have the chance to, is the one who has been so trusting of them and helping them, y/n. So they do . . . . . or not, maybe y/n is gonna let them kill in front of them and not tell anyone too, you can either make them a bonnie and clyde thingy or make it angst, who knows - 🇧🇷
Hey Brazilian Anon!
Yooooo, I'm sorry for taking so long to answer you, I have so many asks and because Tumblr is an ass, I can reassure you that some asks are lost in the way, why don't they update this hell website-
I'm probably going to close the ask box temporarily because there are many asks for me to do, and because I'm considering changing my whole blog.
I may change a lot of things around here, I even considered deleting my blog and starting anew.
TW/Tags: pure angst cause I'm feeling a bit down // major character/reader's death, but with a twist hun (based on a Among Us fanfiction done by @nelliiwrites go check them out boo// crewmates are incredibly dumb.
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Cruel reality [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Headcanon]:
They couldn't believe it.
They really… They really tried to harm you…? How could they do such a thing?
Well dearest, they were really, really hungry, and, well-
You looked like a snack.
No, dear stars no, they shouldn't be making light of such a terrible situation!
They tried to harm you because they were really hungry and you were the only one around.
"- [Y/N] come back here! Please! I know how this may look like-"
"- You tried to kill me??! Are you serious?" You were running from them, trying to reach the cafeteria to call an emergency meeting.
They barely scratched your leg before you started running and shouting for them to go away. They can't lie that the smell of your blood coming off of your bruises is fascinating, but they never intended to hurt you in the first place! At least…
At least not when they have full control over their body.
"- Please [Y/N], I'm sorry- Ouch!" You used the wrench that you were using to do your tasks and managed to hurt them with it. Breaking their nose in the process.
You continued to run towards the emergency button, the Imposter right in your trail.
They didn't reach you soon enough, but then again, what would they do if they reached you? Kill you? It would make it obvious that they're the culprit behind so many deaths.
Whenever or not they have reached you, they would have to make a terrible decision. Spare you and sacrifice themselves, of sacrifice you for their own survival needs.
When the rest of the crew came in, they noticed that something clearly happened between you two. You were panicking while the "imposter" was severely bruised.
You yelled, you pleaded, you cried for them to believe your words and get the killer out of the ship, yet, evidence seemed to be against you.
What could they say? They didn't know either to put your life at risk or to put theirs. They couldn't lose you yet- Yet they didn't want to die!!
What type of love would let their soulmate float forever in space?
"- I- I'm the killer, okay!" They said, they clearly didn't want to say it, but they couldn't stand the idea of them throwing you off the spaceship.
Yet, the two crewmates believed that they were lying. That maybe they were trying to convince themselves that their best friend was not the Imposter. Imagine being stuck in space and having to admit that the person you trusted the most was an alien killing machine?
Oh, your crew was so close yet so far from the truth. The vote had ended shortly, with you being thrown into the void.
They didn't know it wasn't you of course, this isn't some game where reality would simply point out the fact that they threw an innocent person out.
The true culprit was screaming and fighting throughout the entire process, feeling a pain worse than any pain imaginable, and pain worse than death. They betrayed your trust, your friendship. They have betrayed their own self-containment, their morals, their love for you!
They should be the ones floating in the freezing void, not you.
And the imbeciles that you used to call crewmates were acting like everything was fine! Like they didn't throw an angel out in the vast space to die.
They were tired of the deaths of the debates, they just wanted this nightmare to finish already!
And while looking at the window separating your numb floating body from the ship, the Imposter started to consider ways to end this endless suffering.
If your crew wanted this to end so bad, then they wouldn't mind disappearing from existence.
"- [Y/N] was not the Imposter." They said while watching your body closely.
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“A Love So Beautiful” Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Please Vote for Me
FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka, Manami Aoki, Watabe Nozomi, Minaho + Takeda-Sensei
TW: Y/N kicks Stinkyshima lmao, Teasing/Acts of Bullying, Mild Language
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn
WORD COUNT: 5,390
“A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL” Masterlist
A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry for the delay of this chapter! Tumblr ended up marking my account as explicit as I was trying to change my profile picture🗿, so I wasn’t able to post :,(( This chapter’s a bit long.. but thank you so much again! MWAH ILYYY!! 💖
The sound of students chattering fills the classrooms of Class-4.
“Good morning class-4” Ono-Sensei strolls in, her heels clicking the floor. The students quiet down as they stand, greeting their homeroom teacher back in sync before sitting. “As you may know we are near spring semester, following will be our Culture Festival, held on campus before your spring break.” The students cheer as she stands tall in front of the podium, her hand resting on the left arm. “Alright-alright, I’m not finished yet. We are in need of a class monitor to represent us for not only the event, but for the rest of your high-school career.” She scans the room before her eyes fall on Tsukishima. “Tsukishima-kun, I would like to ask if you can hold up to this position.” She says out loud.
Tsukishima visibly freezes in his spot before standing, clearing his throat. “I apologize, Ono-Sensei, but I am a bit occupied at the moment with preparing for the Spring High Preliminaries with the Volleyball Club. I won’t be able to dedicate most of my time towards the Culture Festival.” He says before seating himself. “That’s not a problem. Yamaguchi-kun?” Yamaguchi stands before speaking. “I’m sorry Ono-Sensei, I’m also a part of the volleyball club…” Yamaguchi trails, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh that’s right, it’s no worries as well” Ono-Sensei clears her throat before beginning. “Since two of our top students are unable to represent our class, we will hold an election. Remember the job of the class monitor holds a lot of responsibility and weight. Not only will you be the class monitor, you will represent class-4 as a whole. All you do will be reflected back to us, understood? We will continue this discussion after break, now if you can all pull your textbooks out to page 17 where we left off.” She announces, turning her back to the board preparing her chalk.
The bell rings for break as the lesson pauses. Students make their way out of the classroom to spend the short period.
Yamaguchi stands from his seat, making his way to Yachi, pulling a chair by her desk. You turn to face your four friends in excitement. “Who do you think will join and win the election?” “Ahmmmm” Yachi places a finger under her chin. “I have no clue, I would have thought Tsukishima or Yamaguchi-kun would be perfect for the position.” She turns to look at Yamaguchi. “You’re very good at leading, and have a friendly reputation.” The freckled boy blushes immensely from the compliment. “Though if I’m honest, I feel Manami-chan has been very active in the class lately.” “Oh! Yachi-san you do have a point!” Yamaguchi agrees with her. You grit your teeth to the name of that she-devil before turning to Tsukishima, your expression softening. “What do you think, Tsukki?” Tsukishima not sparing a second to think. “Manami Aoki.” Before putting his headphones back on. You huff in jealousy at the sound of Tsukishima mentioning her name. ‘What’s so good about her anyways? I’m just as capable..’ You think looking in her seat’s direction.
The bell rings and the students make their way back to class, Ono-Sensei following after.
“Welcome back class, I hope you had a relaxing break. Now before we move onto our next lesson, please raise your hand if you would like to run for class monitor. Keep in mind what I had said earlier, this position holds a lot of duty and trust, there will come many responsibilities. Do I make myself clear?” Ono-sensei eyes her students, before the class responds with a “yes” in sync. “Perfect. Now please raise your hand if you would like to run for the position.”
She watches as three students raise their hands, of course Manami Aoki being one of the three. Writing their names down one by one, when she finally reaches Manami, your ears perk remembering Tsukishima saying her name, ‘Manami Aoki’. You close your eyes, not having any control, you raise your hand. “Ah, and lastly f/n l/n.” The sound of your name causes the class to go silent, turning their head back to you.
Whispers among the students are heard. Yachi turns her head to you whispering “y/n!” You open your lids and see dozens of eyes looking in your direction. Feeling embarrassment creep up your spine, you look towards Tsukishima’s seat. He too was staring, but immediately looks away the moment you made eye contact.
“Hah, I didn’t think y/n would want to run. Not with her best skill being irresponsible.” Watabe comments, gaining a couple chuckles from the class. You let your hand down, sinking into your seat in embarrassment. “Watabe Nozomi-” Ono-sensei tries to scold before; Tsukishima, irritated, slaps his pen to his notebook, immediately shutting up the chuckling students.
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You and Yachi find yourselves at Ukai’s shop afterschool, Yachi offering to treat you to snacks, hoping to help cheer you up after Watabe’s uncalled remark.
“Hey y/n, don’t listen to them. I think it was pretty courageous of you to raise your hand and run for such a… interesting position.” Yachi says, tapping the two wrapped pastries in her hand together.
“Yaaaaachiii!!! I had no idea what came over me, after I heard her name I couldn’t control myself. It’s like my hand went up on it’s own, and before I knew it Ono-sensei was writing my name down!” You cry to her.
Yachi pats your shoulder as you turn the corner of the aisle, pausing and turning back immediately from hearing and seeing Watabe Nozomi and Manami Aoki.
“Y/n has some nerve running for class monitor.” “Nozomi-chan, everyone should get a chance. No matter how underqualified they are.” Manami replies, the two letting out a laugh before heading out.
Yachi turns to you, seeing the hurt look on your face. “Hey, ignore them, I think you’re going to do well, come on let’s go.” She takes your hand, paying coach Ukai at the register before you two head out.
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The next day approaches, and you stand by the vending machines, rehearsing your lines. You let out a yawn, you stayed up all night preparing your speech. As you close your mouth, you feel a straw poke your lips. Jumping back in confusion, you open your eyes to find Kageyama standing in front of you, a strawberry milk carton in hand with its straw facing you. “Morning boss.” “Kageyama Tobio! Don’t scare me like that!” Kageyama lets out a sly smile as he waits for you to take the milk carton that has already touched your lips. You take it from his hands and sip. You pop your lip, letting out a refreshing “ah” before looking up into his blue eyes.
You guys stare for a few seconds before you let out a cry, clutching your hair. “Kageyama! What am I going to do, I’m so nervous and scared, I feel like I’m going to embarrass myself in front of the class again! Everyone’s going to make a fool out of me and-and-” You let out a yelp as Kageyama pulls you into an embrace. You let yourself suffocate into his school’s blazer, letting your hands fall to your side, letting out a muffled scream.
Kageyama pulls away and you look up at him with a pout. “You got this” he says, cheeks a bit flushed. He takes both his hands and awkwardly begins to pat your hair back down, fixing it. He then takes your bag in his hands. “Ready for class?”
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Just as the bell for break rings, you immediately jump to your seat, grabbing your water bottle and making your way to the water fountains. You feel sick, absolutely sick to your stomach, absolutely afraid, thinking you need more water to help quench that feeling in your stomach. You look up as you take the steps onto the platform, seeing Tsukishima filling his water bottle. You turn around quickly, flattening your hair before approaching right behind him. “Tsukki!” The boy pays no mind, as he continues to fill his water bottle. “I feel so nervous…” He stops the water from running, turning the lid of the water bottle. “You’d vote for me right?” You ask looking at him. He turns to make eye contact with you before replying bluntly. “You think?” He begins walking back to class, having you stand there, your smile dying.
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“And this is why, I hope you would not only allow me to partake in such a responsible role, but to also server for you all as a class. Thank you for your time.” Manami speaks before bowing. The class erupts in claps. She takes a step to the side, shoving you slightly with her shoulder as she steps down the podium. “Well done Manami-chan, now may I have y/n please step up to the podium.” Ono-sensei asks of you, and you do so. You begin to lightly shake, setting your written speech on the podium. You look up to immediately find your friends to seek comfort, Hinata, Kageyama, Yachi, Yamaguchi… Tsukki? Before you can ask where Tsukki had gone, Ono-sensei speaks. “You may now begin.”
Taking a large gulp, you hold onto the ends of your paper, trembling slightly. “M-my name is f/n tsuki- I-I mean l/n… and I would.. I would..” You begin to stutter, the class beginning to laugh quietly. “You’re laughing? Try going up there and speak-” Kageyama bursts irritated. “Enough-” Ono-sensei is interrupted by Yamaguchi’s hand slapping onto the desk.
You turn to catch eyes with him, Hinata, Kageyama and Yachi, holding up a mini sign “You can do it!” You close your eyes to take a deep breath before your smile reappears on your face, opening your eyes as you begin;
“Hi everyone, I know that you may feel it's ridiculous that I am standing here. I have never been a good student, when it comes to academics, or socialization. A lot of times I make mistakes and embarrass myself. However, I would like to make a change for you. We will be classmates for the next three years, when we may quarrel and get angry at each other, and make mistakes. What's more is when we work together as a class, I hope that the l/n f/n that remains in your memory, will not be the one that always causes trouble, but also one that is there to help you. I want to be a monitor who is with you from now until the end. Thank you.” You give a bright smile before bowing.
The class stays silent before rounds of applause are heard, and you smile brightens just a tad bit more.
“Beautiful, now, let’s get to the votes.” Ono-sensei cheers as students begin to hand their ballot in. “Yamaguchi-kun, would you mind collecting the ballots and reading to me the names?” Yamaguchi agrees and begins to collect the ballots. Making his way to Ono-sensei afterwards. “ “Hamada Hiro. Manami Aoki. Manami Aoki. L/n F/n. Manami Aoki. Manami Aoki. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. Manami Aoki.” Yamaguchi reads as Ono-sensei writes the tallies on the board. Manami gives you a side glance as Yamaguchi reads the final slip. “And L/N.” You turn to the board, seeing you have one vote more than Manami.
“Alright class that settles it, let's congratulate L/n F/n on her new role as class-4′s monitor!” The class erupts in a cheer, clapping as they congratulate you. “W-wait!” Ono-sensei turns to look at you. “Where’s Tsukishima?” “He had gone out to collect some paperwork from Takeda-sensei for me, it’s okay we can skip him-” As Ono-sensei finished, Tsukishima walks in with a stack of paper in hand. “Ono-sensei, here’s the paperwork.” He says, handing it to her before heading to his seat. “Tsukki!” The blonde stops in his tracks before turning to Yamaguchi, “Your vote?” he asks. Tsukishima looks to you, then to the board. “Manami Aoki.” He replies before sitting down.
Yachi, Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Hinata are in shock before Hinata yells “He betrayed us!” You feel your heart tear once again by the blonde, as the girl besides you lets out a snicker.
“Well, since we have a tie, we will allow both Manami Aoki and L/n F/n to be co-monitors for this week, in the meantime we will observe and have a final vote at the end. Please take your seats, and turn to page…”
You tune out the sounds around you as you sit back down, shrinking into your seat.
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The next day you arrive to class, immediately sitting before resting your chin to your arm, pouting, looking towards Tsukishima’s direction.
Hinata, Kageyama and Yachi come in together, greeting you before they notice your depressing behavior as you look at Tsukishima. Kageyama immediately pats your head while Hinata and Yachi try to cheer you up with their sweet words. As they do, the three stop seeing Manami approach Tsukishima with a cutely wrapped jar, filled with various sweets.
“Disgusting” Kageyama mutters before pulling away from you. The four of you watching the exchange.
“Tsukishima-san, thank you so much for your vote the other day, these are for you!!!” She attempts to get his attention, but he ignores her, headphones still on. Kageyama and Hinata begin to chuckle, causing her attention to face you four, giving YOU a scowl look before turning back to Tsukishima. “Excuse me, Tsukishima-san?” You watch as Tsukishima lets out an irritated sigh, lifting his headphones off. Looking back to Manami you see as she smiles and perks up, probably due to finally getting the boy’s attention. “These are for you-” “No thanks.” He interrupts immediately. Now it's your turn to chuckle. Manami scoffs, leaving the jar of sweets on his table before stomping away.
“Oh! Tsukki~” Yamaguchi lets out cheerfully as he makes his way to his desk beside his friend. “Shut up Yamaguchi” He says back. “Wow, look at those sweets they look delicious” He comments as he sits. You watch as Tsukishima grabs the jar, immediately moving it to Yamaguchi’s desk before putting his headphones back on. “Thanks Tsukki!” The freckled boy says cutely. You turn to look towards Manami, irritated that the boy she admired just gave her present away to someone else so easily.
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You, Kageyama, Hinata and Yachi make your way back to class after fetching water during break, Hinata begins “Y/n, it’s time for you to turn to another guy.” At this, Kageyama immediately perks up, looking towards your direction nodding. “Never” You say pouting, holding your water bottle closer to your chest. The three let out a sigh before entering the class.
As you enter and make your way back to your seats, you hear the voice of Watabe speaking to Manami, talking badly about you as always. “That last vote for y/n was so embarrassing.” Hinata immediately stands, defending you. “Don’t talk about y/n like that.” The two girls turn their heads to the boy “Huh? It’s a fact. Y/n really thinks she has the weight to be a class monitor.”
The tension in the room becomes heavy, Yamaguchi speaking, about to break up the possible fight. “Hey-” Tsukishima immediately gets out of his seat, walking towards the door before-
Kageyama grabs him by the wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Not even looking at him, he lets out a demanding “Say it.”
The whole class turns their attention to the two, Yamaguchi too turns his attention, confused and terrified of what is to come.
Hinata then turns, making his way to stand in front of Tsukishima. “Yeah! Why didn’t you vote for y/n?”
Tsukishima gives Hinata a glare before snapping his wrist away from Kageyama’s tight grip. He turns to look at you, you’re looking back at him wondering the same question. “She doesn’t fit for the position.” He says coldly before moving past Hinata, making his way out of the class.
You sit there, processing what he had just said before running out after him. You stand in front of him, blocking his path. He stops confused why you had followed him out, now blocking him. tears forming to your eyes you ask “How come I don’t fit for the position?” “You just don’t” He replies immediately. “But Manami Aoki does? Why?” “Because she’s better than you.” He hadn’t meant to say it like that. You look up to him in disbelief, before lifting your leg to kick him. “FUCK- Y/N!” He cries, grabbing onto his leg. You look at him in shock, not believing you just kicked him before running back inside, tears streaming down your face.
You sink into your seat, casing your crying form into your arms. Yachi, Hinata and Kageyama immediately notice.
“Y/n? What happened?” Yachi asks. From this, Yamaguchi turns to you four, immediately making his way, grabbing a chair and sitting beside you. “Y/n-chan?” Yamaguchi now asks, trying to get you to look up. “Y/n. Please tell us what happened, are you okay?” Yachi asks again. Kageyama now upset, he stands, making his way in front of your desk kneeling down. You don’t budge. Irritated, he asks “Did he bully you?! I’ll beat him up!” He begins to roll the sleeves to his blazer and storm out. “Yeah!” Hinata stands, mimicking the tall boy. Before the two can move, Yamaguchi stops Kageyama, as Yachi stops Hinata.
“I-... I-...” You begin slowly lifting your head. The four turn back to you, sitting down as they listened. “I kicked Tsukki…” You begin to cry harder, feeling guilty. Yamaguchi feels the soul leave his body, Yachi sits there in shock trying to process if what she heard you confess was right. “What?! You kicked him?!” Hinata asks, “Damn” Kageyama lets out a laugh before patting you on the back. “Good job y/n!” You begin to sob harder. “What should i do? Do you think he hates me? Should I apologize to him?”. Yamaguchi rubs the back of his neck, and Yachi goes in to hug you while Kageyama glares at Hinata for making you cry harder. “I don’t think he hates you” Yachi tries comforting you. Yamaguchi then suggests “let’s do something else to take your mind off this.. Hey miss monitor, don’t you have to collect the activity fee for next week?” You look up to him and nod.
Grabbing your backpack, you take the envelope Ono-sensei gave you earlier. The four immediately pull their wallets out, handing you the money for the activity fee. You smile at your friends as Yachi goes to help you ask around the class for them to turn the fee into you.
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During lunch, the five of you sit together, you’re still sulking over the incident while picking your food. “Come on y/n, eat! It happened already, don’t think about it too much!” Yamaguchi says. “You’re the one who kicked him, but I’m the one who feels good.” Kageyama lets out a low smirk, turning to you. You begin to tear up again, he immediately stops and offers you his dessert. “‘M sorry…” You take his dessert and begin to stuff your mouth with it.
“How’s the collection going?” Yamaguchi tries changing the topic, before you look up at him. “Er- Almost done but…” Yachi replies looking back to you. You pout as you continue to gaze mindlessly at your unfinished meal. “I don’t want to ask him for the fee…” The three boys know who you are referring to.
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Back in class, the five of you sit down in your seats. You look towards Tsukishima’s direction.
“Y/n… I can go with you if you want…” Yachi says, you turn to face her. “No Yach, it’s okay…” You grab the envelope on your desk, making your way towards Tsukishima. Immediately he turns his head, looking up at you. “Um…” He notices the envelope in your hands, immediately pulling out a full bill. “Change” he says as looks back to his notes. As you take the money, you notice Manami’s presence in front of you. She looks to you before facing Tsukishima. “Tsukishima-san, Takeda-sensei asked for me to notify you to go to his office later.” Tsukishima nods, not even looking from his notes. You see Manami lean closer to him. “You know-” Jealous, you immediately slap the change back onto Tsukishima’s desk. The two surprised by your demeanor, looking to you as you make your way back to your seat.
You sigh as you slip the envelope of money into your notebook, the bell for class ringing.
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After class, the second break takes place. Manami makes her way to you. “Don’t forget about the activity fee.” She looks down at you. You look up to her from your seat nodding. As she walks away you let out a quiet “You’re telling me.”
You begin to take your backpack out, retrieving the envelope. You notice, it’s not in your bag. Looking into your desk, you begin to dig every scrap, taking everything out as you begin to panic. Yachi turns to you, watching you panic. “Y/n?” You turn and give her a look. She then knows what you’re trying to say. “You lost the-” You slap your hand to her mouth, dragging her out of the class. Kageyama notices and follows after you two.
You dragged Yachi to the girls’ bathroom.
“Yes…” You admit to her looking down.
Making your way out of the bathroom, the two of you notice Kageyama waiting outside.
“You okay boss?” He asks.
You turn to look at Yachi, trying to think of an excuse. You begin to bend over, holding onto your stomach. “Argh- yeah! My stomach just hurts…” You give Yachi a side glance, begging for her to go along with it. “Uh yeah! Y/n wasn’t feeling well so we went to the bathroom together…” Yachi trails.
Kageyama looks between the two of you before letting out a relieved sigh. “I was very worried for a second, but now I’m just worried.” He looks back to Yachi, then to you. “I’ll go to the nurse’s to get you something that can help you.” Before the two of you can stop him, he’s already running away in the direction of the nurse’s office.
You two look at each other in disbelief that he actually bought the horrible acting, now making your way back to class.
“Y/n!” You turn to Hinata and Yamaguchi who were waiting for you to come back. “Is everything okay?” They ask, and you admit to them as well you had lost the money.
The four of you immediately go on a quest to find the missing envelope, before class begins.
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In the meantime…
Kageyama takes a deep breath before going into the nurse’s office, bending over with his arm to his stomach. The nurse looks from his clipboard, noticing the boy.
Kageyama stares at him before remembering his act. “Argh…” He plops down into the seat in front of him. “Sir I don’t feel well…” He keeps himself down. “Oh?” The nurse lets his clipboard down. “What seems to be the problem?”
Kageyama blinks trying to think of something. “My leg… no uh my stomach, it hurts so bad argh…”
The nurse lets out a small laugh. “A stomach ache?” He stands, heading to the cabinet behind him. “For you or?” Kageyama looks up at him, then resumes back to his normal behavior. “For a friend sir…” The nurse laughs, before taking out a heat pack, handing it to him.
“You’re not too good with acting champ.” Kageyama takes the heat pack from the nurse, before heading out, embarrassed.
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You plop down at the staircase, frustrated. Yamaguchi looking to Yachi. “Y/n, why don’t you stay here and relax, we’ll try out best to find it.” Yamaguchi says, before the two head off to continue the search.
As they head down, Tsukishima turns the corner of the steps, making his way up. Before turning again, he stops, his hand on the railing. “You lost the activity fee?”
You freeze, looking up to him. “No…” You lie.
“Oh good” He lets out sarcastically with a fake sigh of relief, about to continue his way up the stairs before-
“Ah!” You cling onto his leg. He looks down at you, surprised by the sudden action. “Yes… help me?”
Tsukishima pauses for a second before replying “Why would I?” “Please?” You immediately reply, giving him puppy eyes.
He sighs before taking a seat next to you on the staircase.
“How did you lose it?” “I can’t remember…” “When did you last have it?” “I can’t remember…” “Think harder” “I can’t!” You let out in frustration, Tsukishima lets out a sigh.
“You asked me earlier for the activity fee during class, what did you do with the envelope after?” He asks, you look up trying to remember. You stop before turning your head to him. “It’s in my practice book!” You smile at him, before it immediately drops.
“The one I turned into… Takeda-sensei…” Tsukishima sighs, he sees Kageyama making his way to you two from afar. He begins to get up before you stop him once again, clinging to his leg. “I still need help…” You try using your puppy eyes again.
Tsukishima kneels down on one knee, leaning closer to your face, as he motions his hands in a ‘come closer’ motion. You lean your ear towards him before he replies.
“Aren’t you good at kicking people? Kick him.” He says before leaving up the stairs.
You watch as he makes his way up the stairs quickly. “Tsukki!”
Kageyama makes his way to you, handing the heat pack before sitting beside you. “For your stomach ache.” You look at him, replying with a “thanks” before handing it back, making your way up the stairs where Takeda-sensei’s office could be. Kageyama watches as, thinking you are following after Tsukishima, he lets out a sigh.
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You turn your head as you walk down the hall, looking left and right, making sure the ‘coast is clear’ before sneaking into the teacher’s office, and slowly shutting the door behind you. You immediately make your way to Takeda-sensei’s desk, sitting on his chair as you search for your practice book.
You are so focused on your search, that you didn’t realize another person had slid the office door open, making their way in to stand in front of Takeda-sensei’s desk, watching you.
You feel the presence of someone watching you, looking up you notice a figure, before you can hide down, you notice it’s just Tsukishima. You sigh in relief as you begin searching for your practice book.
Tsukishima watches you, before turning his attention to the door.
As you continue searching, the door slides open, revealing Ono-sensei and Takeda-sensei making their way in. Tsukishima immediately blocks your view from them as you stand straight, shuffling Takeda-sensei’s desk to how it originally looked.
“Tsukishima-kun?” The two teachers ask. Tsukishima stands, trying to figure a way to hold them as you finish. “Takeda-sensei, Manami-chan had mentioned you wanted to meet with me?” Takeda-sensei looks at the boy before remembering. “Ah yes!” He turns to his coworker. “Tsukishima-kun has been very active, towards his academics and performance in the school’s volleyball club.” Tsukishima gives you a side glance, tuning out whatever Takeda-sensei was talking to Ono-sensei about.”
“And you?” Tsukishima freezes, before turning back to Ono-sensei. You poke from behind his tall figure. “Tsukishima-san asked me to accompany him...” You lie. Ono-sensei looks to Tsukishima, he nods looking away.
“Well there’s no need, Takeda-sensei’s here now. Let’s get back to class.” You nod and make your way out with her, looking behind to Tsukishima as Ono-sensei slides the door shut.
Tsukishima watches as the two of you disappear into the hall.
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Back in class, the bell rings for instructions to begin again.
“Monitor’s please hand in your work that was assigned to you.” You watch as Manami hands a folder of documents to Ono-sensei.
“Y/n-chan?” She asks looking to you after taking the folder from Manami.
“Ono-sensei…” You stand from your seat, everyone in class turning their attention to you.
“I… I lost the activity fee envelope…” You confess, hanging your head down as the class erupts in shock.
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Tsukishima stands by Takeda-sensei’s desk as his advisor goes on about the volleyball club. He notices one of the practice notebooks, bulging. He reads the name on it, it's yours. As Takeda-sensei speaks, Tsukishima discreetly nudges the stack of practice notebooks, causing them to fall over.
He apologizes to Takeda-sensei, immediately diving to pick up the notebooks, slipping the envelope into the sleeve of his blazer, before setting the stack of notebooks on his desk. Bidding a farewell as he makes his way out, running back to class.
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“Are you serious?” “How much was in the envelope?” “I can’t believe you lost all the money!” The class begins to interrogate and scold you. “What a joke for y/n to be the monitor” Watabe scoffs, you look down saddened and ashamed before the classroom door opens, revealing Tsukishima catching his breath.
Tsukishima looks at you, making his way inside. “Sensei, the money is right here.” He turns to face Ono-sensei as he hands her the envelope. “Y/n-chan left the money to me.”
“No” Tsukishima turns to look at you. “I lost it, and Tsukki- Tsukishima-san retrieved it for me. I’m so sorry, I’m not fit to be a monitor.” You apologize, with your head low. You don’t notice Tsukishima looking at you in shock as he makes his way back to his seat.
You stay standing, before Ono-sensei speaks up.
“Look, you’re all still young. I don’t remember if you still remember what Y/n-chan said during the election. ‘We will be classmates for the next three years, when we may quarrel and get angry at each other, and make mistakes.’ Y/n-chan had made a great point.” Ono-sensei turns her attention back to you. “But you also missed, Y/n-chan, that these three years is a time when you will truly grow up. It doesn’t mean how many chemical equations you master, nor does it mean whether you can solve all the questions in math. It means how you are going to be qualified as an adult. You should have the courage to admit to your mistakes.”
You look up to her, making your way from your seat to the front of the class. “I made a mistake, and I am sorry.” You apologize.
Ono-sensei smiles to you, proud of your mature action. “And you” She turns her attention back to the class. “You all also need to have a broad heart to tolerate each others’ mistakes.” Everyone turns to face you. “It’s okay Y/n-chan.”
You look to your class, giving a warm smile. “Thank you, but really- It was my fault this time.” You turn your attention to face Ono-Sensei. “Ono-sensei, thank you for the opportunity, but I would like to resign from the position.” Ono-sensei looks at you, before letting you back to your seat. “Okay” She calls, “It’s over. Manami Aoki is our new class monitor.” She announces before class resumes.
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You walk beside Tsukishima as he pushes his bike in hand. You stop, grabbing onto the ends of his blazer. He stops and turns to you, looking down.
“You were right. I don’t fit to be a monitor.” You admit to him.
Tsukishima gets on his bike, before turning his gaze back to you. “But actually, you were a really good one.” He says as he begins to lightly pedal, riding off slowly.
You stand in shock, before running after him smiling. “Ah! Tsukki- wait!”
Tsukishima replies out loud “Wait for you to kick me again?”
You let out a laugh, as you hop on the end of his bike, missing the small smile on his face.
A/N: AAAAAAAA Thank you so much again for taking the time to read my very bad writing! 💖I hope you’re enjoying the series so far, I swear half of the time as I write and plan out what happens, I’m giggling and flustered, I srsly can’t concentrate ToT I just love the Chinese drama so much and just AAAAAHH JIANG CHEN!! See uuu next chapter!! Hehehe! 🙈
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KURIN’S FOLLY : World of Sea : Part 10 of 15
KURIN’S FOLLY
Part 10
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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)
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Juris snarled, “I wasn’t even talking to you, Lunatic!” Surveying the cabin he added, “What a collection! All the ship’s most useless rejects!”
Without even looking up from fitting a drawer to the bench frame, Kurin replied with only mild curiosity apparent in her voice, “I see, came to join us, then? I gather that you need some sort of work.”
Juris recoiled as if Kurin had slapped him. “I wouldn’t work with you if you had the last shop on Sea!”
Tongue in the corner of her mouth as she scraped a rough bit on one of the drawer’s slides, Kurin asked, “So, are you the one who needs the guard now? Did you decide whether you are on dry land or safely afloat?”
Juris stormed into the room yelling, “I am sane!” He started to make a grab at Kurin who dropped her scraper and drawer as she reached for her knife. The hissing screech of High Cloud as he launched himself across the small space caused Juris to cower back.
Kurin was whirled toward him, knife out. In a voice tight with rage and sorrow, she told him, “Go. Never enter my shop again! Talk to the divers about work! You’re going to need to know how to swim!” The big Sea Hawk on her shoulder, wings partly spread, made her seem even more menacing. Only the tears at the corners of her eyes spoiled the effect.
Everyone in the cabin was giving him such poisonous looks that Juris retreated as swiftly as if he had just found a deadly poisonous Ord in his net. Roper and Luin had said nothing during the exchange but now were swarming Kurin, overjoyed. “That’s telling him!” Roper cheered. “Talk to the divers! I love it! Wait until I tell Mom!”
Kurin was struggling to get disentangled so that she could pick up her drawer and scraper when a gentle voice interrupted, “Tell me what, darling?” Roper's mother, Mistress Daeron, the Mistress of the Longin’s rope walk stood in the doorway.
“Master Juris got his shop yanked out from under him. He came here to blame Kurin, when she’s tried everything on Sea to save his a . . .” He paused, realizing what he had been about to say to his mother. “Life. When he said that he was sane, Kurin told him to talk to the divers ‘cause he was going to have to know how to swim,” he finished lamely.
Mistress Daeron nodded tolerantly at her son and winked. “I know what you were going to say, Roper. You’re right, too. The Craft Council has convened and they sent me to get Kurin. Can the rest of you carry on without her for a while?”
Luin answered proudly, “We sure can, Craft Mistress. Kurin’s already showed us what we need to do to get the shop prepared.”
Kurin smiled at Luin’s confidence and said, “Then my work here is in good hands. I’m ready.”
They walked through the familiar, well lighted corridors of the Longin to the Mess. The Masters were convened and Captain Mord was chairing the meeting. Master Juris’ framed Master Boatbuilder’s certificate lay on the table before him.
The Captain looked about the room and began, “We have several things that need doing. As you all know, Juris has gone so far aground that we can’t refloat him. We were forced to require the surrender of his Certificate. Due to the fact that he is competent in his Craft, the law requires us to formally accept his own decision as to the state of his sanity.
“He has declared himself sane. That decision has blocked any protection that we can offer him. We can’t do as we did for Lissa. At the Fall Gathering, he will be executed.” Sad faces and understanding nods went about the tables at the formal statement of the news.
“From here, it is necessary to decide whether to allow him to stay aboard this ship or put him off on the first ship that we meet.
“In addition to these heavy duties, we must pick a new Head for the Craft Council and decide who will take over the boat shop in the interim.” Looking unhappy, he sat.
A long silence followed, while everyone just looked at the certificate and thought on its implications. In the over seventy Gatherings that the Longin had existed, this had never happened before. At last, Mistress Daeron spoke, gently, as always.
“I think that we should acknowledge Kurin’s many efforts to prevent this disaster. If anybody can think of one thing that she has failed to try, I should like to hear of it. This must be weighing on her. I know that she still cares for Juris. I have seen her tears. She needs our support just now.”
A rumble of assent went around the tables. Master Cerde, the Weaver, voiced it simply, “We should enter a vote of thanks to Kurin in our records. It should be in both this Council’s minutes and in the Log of the Longin. The vote should acknowledge her many efforts to save us all. In that, though the price has been a heavy one, both for her and us, she has succeeded. We have all lost Master Juris, as both friend and valued associate.
“To Kurin, our Thanks!”
Master Clard, the Drummer leaped to his feet and exclaimed, “Seconded! Call a vote!” Hands went up all about the tables.
Deeply moved, Kurin said, “I thank you all. Mistress Daeron is right. I do still care for Master Juris. I propose to let him stay aboard this ship that he was born on and has labored so long to benefit. If he is determined that he must die, let him take our name to Dark Iren so that all will know that we still care for him even if he has renounced us.”
There was a long pause as the implications of Kurin’s proposal sank in. In capital cases it was customary for a ship to distance itself from the criminal by stripping him of his Ship Name. Master Reddic, of the ship’s tannery, nodded acceptance and put in, “The notion is a good one. It lacks one thing. Put into it, that while we all agree with it, it was Kurin, the one most wronged, who proposed the idea. She has a generous heart.” He sat to soft, thoughtful applause all about the tables.
It was decided that Master Cerde, the Weaver, should chair the Craft Council. The idea of a contest for the new boat shop head was proposed. Having the journeymen build boats that were needed anyway, was a good idea, quickly adopted.
Master Reddic took Kurin aside after the meeting. “I can’t make Juris behave toward you Kurin, but I do have something new for you to play with.”
Having long ago learned the value of Master Reddic’s ‘things to play with,’ Kurin excitedly asked, “What? You have something besides the heavy parchments and thin shaved Skins that I ordered?”
He smiled at her enthusiasm and handed her an irregular two inch round piece of clear, tough material. “One of my apprentices made a mistake. He pried the scale off a Side Jumper’s eye. You must remember how much goo there is in those. I recall a certain white-haired scamp making just such a mess in my shop long ago,” he said cheerfully ruffling Kurin’s hair.
“Anyway, some of the goo spilled into the big hide press. We didn’t notice it and put twenty Strong Skins in the press to finish the flat cure. When we took them out of the press, this was stuck to the bottom hide. I noticed that it was clear and flexible and thought of you. Here. Play with it. I know that it’ll find a use in your hands.”
Kurin had bounced the light of the big horizontally striped watch timing candle off the material and was observing the effect of having the flame superimposed on the table. She was studying the effect closely. Master Reddic knew that he had hit Kurin’s curiosity bump and was pleased.
Thoughtfully, Kurin wandered back to the new shop. She was delighted to see how much progress had been made. The others had been busy indeed. She tested drawers and examined the tool racks, declaring, “This is excellent! As soon as the last of the glue sets we can begin. Lissa, would you and Roper go to the tannery and get our supplies from Master Reddic? He has them ready for us.
“Luin, I have a quick chore for you, too. We need triple rendered tallow from the galley. I want all that they can spare. Get a few pounds of gray weed while you are at it.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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This is a political post.
I’m putting it under a read more if you’re trying to take time away from it to recover, if the full thing loads for you anyway (cause I know Tumblr mobile stuff is weird) I apologize.
I’m not really one to talk about this sort of stuff so this will likely be my only personal post about it, but I do need to at least say my piece for my own sake of mind, and the friends I have who are fighting for justice.
I know, for a fact, that I’m not much of a fighter. By my nature, I’ve been a pacifist for most of my life. The most violent thing I can remember doing, is in a fit of anger of being gaslit and mistreated, I shoved someone’s shoulder, and I’ve deeply regretted doing that ever since.
I support the peaceful protests, but I hate the violence being thrown onto those people just for speaking out.
Watching, on live television, as peaceful protesters are tear gassed and shot, as the President literally declared war on the American people, and did so just so he could take a photo op in front of a fucking church...
I was so angry I felt broken.
My friends had a Charity livestream and part of me wanted to help, but I knew myself. I couldn’t art. I TRIED to art, and it came out below my standards, below what I want to present. I’m likely going to have to re-draw a bunch of what I did draw, but that’s okay, I can do that later. Art can be re-done anytime.
And I’ve genuinely been trying to think of what I can do to help. Sparing money isn’t really an option for me, I already make well below minimum wage and a lot of that money goes into bills and savings. I’m fortunate enough to have a situation where my bills are cheap, but I don’t have a regular ‘job’. If my Patreon dips significantly, I can’t keep doing what I do because I’ll have to spend all my time on commissions.
And I know I’m too scared to protest. If being in my own home fills me with anxiety, fear, and anger, then being out on the streets...
Not a lot of people know this, but I have a genuine phobia of guns. Like, crippling, anxiety riddled, panic-attack causing phobia. It was already hard enough being near an officer with a holstered gun and a happy attitude who was there to protect us, let alone a disgruntled one who is upset because he’s been pushed around by protesters for days.
I remember going to my sister’s graduation, where she became a nurse. At that graduation, there was a whole group of officers in full protective gear, openly carrying assault rifles.
As I sat in that stadium waiting for my sister to walk, all I could think was “What if one of those officers decided he’d had enough and opened fire in this stadium? What would it matter to me if he got the justice that was coming to him for doing so if I was dead? I wouldn’t ‘rest easy’, I’d be dead, because he made a split decision to open fire.”
And that thought goes through me any time I see a gun. It doesn’t matter how much I trust someone, how much they studied gun discipline, how much I’m certain they won’t shoot to kill.
Guns are made to kill, and only to kill. And all it takes is a single second for someone to have a lapse of judgement, or full intent, to end so many people...
And with the way things are escalating with the riots, I’m terrified of that happening. Apparently at least one officer has already been shot dead, and there’s no telling if things will continue to escalate. The President sure as hell has me terrified he’s going to use the military to open fire on the American public.
So I want to support the protesters. I want to support the people who have been wrongfully imprisoned. I want to support complete police reform, because I recognize that they have too much power right now. I want to support Black Lives Matter, not because I don’t believe All Lives Matter, but because I recognize that there is still so much racism in this country, with hard physical proof and evidence of it all around us.
No, rioting and looting don’t help things, but I’m not about to cry over Target losing a couple of TVs when people are losing their lives. A building might be burnt down, and businesses might be forced to close, but at least those people are still alive.
Things can be replaced. Lives can not.
But I’m limited with what I can do, and I recognize that. And I’ve been trying to think of anyway I can help, even if its just a little bit.
And as I was watching Netflix last night to try and get myself back into a place where I could function, that was what I realized I wanted to do.
I want to create art for those people to come back to. When they’ve been beaten down and are exhausted, when they need a break from their lives falling apart and fighting the fight, I want them to have something to come back to that lets them get away from it all. If only for a little bit, if only to give them some hope of a happier future.
I love telling stories. I love creating art for people. I love making things that make people realize they can be better, or that things don’t always have to be so hard. That no matter how dark things are, there is a fighting chance.
And right now I don’t know if that means making even more art than I was before, or just maintaining the momentum I have been, but even if it is just the latter, at least I’ll have hope that its helping someone somewhere.
Even though I’m relatively a nobody in any community, maybe I can do this small bit to help. And maybe that won’t be enough for some people, and that’s okay. Because I know I want to do what I can, and this is what I feel is the best I can do, given everything I know about myself.
And if I can do more later, I’ll try to do more then too. Because people don’t deserve to be hurt, and people’s voices deserve to be heard. If there’s a problem, it should be fixed, not just denied to maintain the status quo of fear and hatred.
And come November, for the love of God, please vote for ANYONE other than a President who thinks its ever okay to occupy American cities with the military to force his will upon the people. I don’t even care if you vote for a chicken, because a chicken would be a better President. Just please vote.
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Private Special Ship:
Your life as a Produce 101 trainee
@chanchao-kha : Hi love!🌹 I saw you tag and that absolutely made my day!❤️❤️❤️ Also, thank you so much :) BTS, MONSTA X, SEVENTEEN and ATEEZ are my favorites groups. Can I also keep the pics private, please and thank you?
I am Thai, a 97-liner, 169 cm. Scorpio. ENFJ. I’m an the eldest of 4, making me reliable and a good leader. Very caring, supportive (#1 fan), affectionate, kind, strong both physically and mentally. Really nice a friendly to everyone and polite around adults. I get competitive and fearless sometimes. I'm a good listener so as a good adviser. I work hard, play hard! I do things fast, walk fast, work fast, speak fast but I always think through it before act. When I work with others, I’m the idea gatherer. If there’s a problem, they tend to let me deal with it. I’m pretty agreeable and good with comforting. My way is to encouraging people, not to use harsh words or yell. I just love, enjoy doing thoughtful things for others and always wish them well. I adore animals, children (//they make me super happy! 😍 I really enjoy being around them.), LOVE cuddling, skinship, coffee and books. In my spare time, I dance, work-out, as well as reading, watching movie (horror movies are my fav) and cooking. I enjoy amusement park and adventurous things. I really like stars gazing and going for a walk at night. Listening to music is things. I write lyrics with my friend. I hate heat and worst with directions. I'm always there for my sibling. Smile's always on my face and I hope everyone can smile, too. Actually, I love dancing (I’m a lead dancer since I was in kindergarten) but I rap pretty well. Whenever I heard the song, I was told that it’s like I was in a deep thought. In fact, I was actually thinking about the choreography. I don’t know what face I made during those time 😆. I’ve also done acting and some MC-ing for my school plays and events.
Thank you for being the lovely, adorable and sweet person you are! I'm so glad I got not only a good ship but also a good friend. I'm always rooting for you! :) Please take your time with my ship if you’re too busy, I understand🌹 I hope you have a lovely day filled with smiles, a lot of love and support~❤️❤️❤️
Hey, lovely 3rd winner, to you too congratulation!!! Your words always makes me smile so hard, so thank you very much, please feel free to talk to me and be my tumblr friend ♡ Hope you enjoy the ship ♡ - Juliet
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Your company:
PLAYM
In the show you are known as:
THE CHEERLEADER (all the trainees love to be around you, because if your capacity to make them all smile and feel better, even in the hardest times :))
The coach you get close with:
MONSTA X's JOOHEON (he enjoyed his time as a second coach in the last season, so he wanted to go and do coach work again this season. Your lovely spirit caught him, but then he was so into your dance moves! He was lowkey your fan, so he tried his best to give you the best advice to make your rap stronger! Yayyy)
Your final ranking in the show:
TOP 11 (you were a little bit upset, almost sure that you didn't make it to debut after hear the first 10 winners, but then the anounced your name as the special 11th place, like to be choose as the fav trainee for all watchers wow!)
In the debut group your role is:
LEAD DANCER & EOMMA
The concept of your group debut:
FRESH & YOUNG (Like ITZY style, something in between Dalla Dalla & Icy)
The outfit of your debut:
The idols who was voting for you in the survival, and now becomes your best friends:
SEVENTEEN's SEUNGKWAN & VERNON (they are bright and hype, you are also, you have a kakaotalk group named 'Hype Squad' Your friendship is not a secret, so you three are even invite to some special shows, but you are too hype for the MCs to handle lol)
Fans ship you with:
BTS's V (The ship start after you two being special MCs in THE SHOW for 2 shows. You did a great job together, being all friendly and smily the whole tima! Fans loves how you both look at each other & the close friendship you have after the show ~)
Dating rummors with:
ATEEZ's YUNHO (at the beginning it was just rumors... but the time pass and he calling you 'noona' and being so playful and cute and big and talented... have make you start having feelings for him. He approached you after one of your MC's job at THE SHOW, he congaratulated you for your good work, you noticed a connection but you thought it was just a nice friendship. He will confess to you sooner than later ;D)
-i do not own the gifs-
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Help Me Make the Ass and Tiddies the World Deserves
So I’ve addressed the whole “no requests like I used to make” thing a million times through asks. To reiterate, I don’t have the freedom to make specific requests that not everyone can enjoy. I need to spend my time wisely. Those requests I’ve promised will happen in due time. I’m sorry, but time is just my enemy right now.
I have and will continue to read Asks here on Tumblr, and I love shooting the shit with y’all, but I’m going to have to dial back on creative input from them. I’ve said before that I will take Tumblr asks into consideration for weekly or bi-weekly sketch dumps, and I will possibly use them for the basis of an actual piece. This is unfortunately going to change a bit. I will start sourcing most all of my suggestions through Patreon soon, and moving away from Tumblr’s ask system.
My art will always be 100% FREE. I hate paywalls, and I know y’all do too. My art will remain free, but unfortunately, I cannot allow interacting with the creative process to remain so.
Starting in November, I will (hopefully) be going live with my Patreon and all it offers. The biggest change is the creation of a Discord for all Patrons, where I can talk to y’all in a relatively more organized manner regarding content. Patrons will also have access to my polls, which will be moving entirely over to Patreon when I feel the time is right.
Blueberry ($1) Patrons will have access to the above server, as well as all Patron exclusive polls. Eventually, all polls will shift to Patreon when I feel the time is right.
Strawberry ($5) Patrons will have the above rewards, as well as access to all WIPs of my art, no matter how shitty. You can provide feedback for what I’m making before it is published, as well as help vote on what you want to see completed.
Blackberry ($10) Patrons receive the above rewards, as well as the guarantee that they will have a request featured in every-other sketch dump. I will certainly take these requests into further consideration about turning them into further pieces. I don’t want my art to be flooded with these requests (the whole reason I’m doing this), so there are only 5 slots for the time being.
I understand that not everyone can spare money, and I understand that not everyone has access to payment methods even if they wanted. This is perfectly fine, and I thank you for your support through likes and compliments. And I understand that not everyone will take kindly to this post. Because I honestly sound greedy to myself.
Right now, the things I do are determined by whether it can yield me money, or yield me relevant experience. If y’all like my art and want to see more of it, then please donate if you can. Just giving a dollar is a tremendous help and a huge boost to my morale. It’s getting harder and harder to pursue this incredibly fun hobby, unfortunately.
Help me Make the Ass and Tiddies the World Deserves
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https://www.patreon.com/lewdberry
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AN/ i would like to thank those of you who voted, and the results favored my plan and I intend to follow through. I hope you like the results.
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Chapter 23: Investigations, Rituals and Infiltration
It was easy to sneak out of the room where Cinder and Emerald rested. Replacing himself with a clone, Naruto used the Hiraishin and in a flash he was back in his room at Beacon.
It exhausted him, creating a Biju was one of the most exhausting things he had ever done. It was a wonder that he still had the energy to shower and made it to bed.
He however did not have long to rest as he heard a knock at his door.
Throughout her life Yang thought she knew what she wanted. Her goals set. A clear path in mind to get there. That was what she had thought, at least until she had almost died. On that dock.
Had it not been for Sarada, she knew she would have been dead. She was far from the group. In the fight’s midst. She reveled in the battle and had fought her way closest to the containers. Roman had shot.
It was in the moments before the explosion happened. Yang had heard the gunshot before she felt the heat. As she braced herself for her likely death. It all happened so fast. Her thoughts went out to her family, then to Naruto. The first person who was not family she had ever loved in the way she did. Then she felt a force pull her back faster than she could blink.
Her life was spared from death. As the gravely injured Sarada had saved her life at what she had believed was a great personal cost.
It struck a nerve within the girl. She was weak and naïve. What she had done. No, what they had tried to do was utterly foolish. And she knew it. Though it galled her to admit it.
Despite all of her progress. All her power she was still weak.
It was this revelation that had almost shattered her resolve. Combined with her first real taste of a near death. Almost…
It hadn’t been her goals that had stopped Yang from giving up. No, it had been her thoughts of her friends and family, her little sister. That she could not let go on this path alone. Everything she had done was for her sister. Ever since her mother left and Summer had died.
She wanted to be stronger. No, Yang knew she needed to be stronger. It was why she was at his door, even at this time of night.
Naruto was the first unattached boy she had met that was not her father. Who saw her as a person foremost.
As she knocked on his door. She waited in the hall’s silence. Fidgeting with nervous energy. Hands clasped behind herself in an effort. To prevent her from playing with her hair. A habit she swore she would break. It made her too easy to read.
It distracted Yang, her deep contemplation of the night's events. And the harsh reality it forced upon her.
While Yang wanted to be strong. Yang couldn’t deny what she wanted if only for one night. She just wanted to be an ordinary girl and be comforted by the man she loved.
Until she heard a sound. It drew Yang’s attention back outward as she directed her focus. To the sound of footfalls on the other side of the door.
When the door opened and Yang looked upon Naruto and his haggard form. And his steadily growing smile despite how tired he was. When he looked upon her.
It surprised Yang when she heard a gasp from behind her. When she turned to the noise, she found that it was Weiss and Pyhrra.
“Hey what-” Before she could even finish her sentence.
Yang found herself along with Weiss, along with Pyrrha. Stripped down somehow and into their nightclothes and pulled into his room as the bed grew and underneath the covers with the other three.
As if reading their minds amidst the confusion. Naruto said, “hush now, we all need sleep, we can talk in the morning.”
It sent a shiver up her spine and made her belly tingle when he pulled her into his embrace. And as she snuggled deeper into the embrace. Yang couldn’t help but think as she quickly drifted off into sleep. “This is where I belong...”
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It had been four days, four interminable days of looking for the ever elusive blonde and his team. And for one Coco Adel, she had thought Naruto and his teammates were avoiding her and the members of team CFVY. That was at least until she had caved and asked one of her underclassmen. Why they and teams RWBY, AACM, SLVR were not in class.
The answer she had gotten was less than pleasing. It was not the fact that the answer had made Coco mad. In fact, it had impressed her that her underclassmen had taken the time to get extra training outside of classes. And had worked it out with the headmaster to have permission to take the week to improve.
Coco’s only annoyance was that she and her team had checked all the training halls, combed the Emerald forest, and checked every classroom for them. And still they had yet to find them.
So left with no other option, Coco and her team had gotten up early. To meet them at their dorm room.
As Coco, Velvet, Yatsuhashi, and Fox walked down the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side of first-year dorms to catch team NNPR. before they disappeared to god knows where.
Velvet couldn’ help but think back to the rumours she had heard about these floors occupants. One of the many rumors she had heard was. That the headmaster himself in order to cadre to the schnee heiress had remodeled the floor. Then there was this wild rumor about the leader of team NNPR. and his lustful urges that could not be sated with just one girl. So he seduced the heiress and her blonde teammate of RWBY.
While he seemed like a good person and she knew that they were just wild rumors. Velvet also knew that even with rumors there was some truth. But even with that small bit of truth, velvet’s team had dismissed them out of hand knowing. At least for the moment it did not matter.
Once they found the rooms they were looking for. Coco knocked on the door waiting for a moment hoping that someone would be there.
Moments later her wish was answered when a rumpled Ruby opened the door. Dressed in shorts and a white tank top that was cut so it bared a bit of her midriff. And while it was an ensemble, that left little to the imagination. Sex appeal was not the purpose of this outfit. Or at least that was Coco’s opinion based on Ruby’s poor state. She was covered from head to toe in dirt and debris. And there were minor cuts that littered the smaller girls' arms and legs. Along with a rather enormous bruise forming on her side.
With an exhausted tone Ruby asked, “can I help you?”
Putting aside her immediate concern for the red reaper’s condition. In favor of her goal. “Ah, yes, this is the NNPR team room right?” Coco asked.
“Yes.” the littlest reaper replied, gaining a haunted look in her eyes.
“Good, I Am looking for their team leader. Can you tell me where he is?” Coco inquired.
The question made her posture stiffen as the haunted look only grew as Ruby answered with a scowl gracing her face. “He’s with the others in the training room.”
she opened the door fully as with a full body shudder Ruby added on, “I’ll show you the way.”
As they entered all of team CFVY couldn’t help but gawk at the space curiously glancing about. The rather large flat expressions ranging from disbelief to envy.
As They passed the kitchen and living room they came upon a set of stairs much to Coco and her team's disbelief one set lead up and the other took them down.
They headed down two flights of stairs to a hallway with a single door at the end.
Once Ruby opened the door. They were met with a massive training ground surrounded by forest with no end in sight. And in the distance at the center of the grounds they could make out a battle between two blondes.
Ruby led them to said clearing in short order. Taking them past a waterfall and several smaller clearings where they could see the members of teams AACM, RWBY, and SLVR all working hard at improving their skills. The only ones missing were Naruto and his team, and Yang.
They heard what sounded like an explosion and someone shouts, “get down!!!” It was only years of training and instinct that lead Coco and her team. To dive to the ground preventing them from being flattened by the very blonde they were looking for. Ruby however did not even bother to dodge, much to the horror of team CFVY.
They had expected to see the poor exhausted girl splattered all over the trees behind them. This was not what had happened.
Because of what Ruby would consider a week of hell training. It had forced her to learn one of the fundamental rules of fighting to a ludicrous degree. In that week of hell, she learned one thing only how to dodge. Force to run an obstacle course until she could clear it in under a minute. Something she had yet to do all while being attacked at all hours. Even while she slept. It caused her to adapt or fail. And since failure meant not only pain but embarrassment. Ruby found that her sembalence was not just speed, it was so much more.
An aspect of which she displayed as Naruto passed right through her body. As she broke apart into petals. Reforming quickly after with a sigh and a shudder.
The sensation of dispersing her body on command still left Ruby with a chill running down her back. It was something she knew she would have to get used to.
The shocked members of team CFVY looked from Ruby to the pile of trees Yang had just sent Naruto through with a bit of disbelief. It was something that would normally put someone down for the count. But not Naruto as he pushed one of the felled trees off of his person. Looking only a little worse for wear. With a grin splitting his face and a glimmer of joy in his eyes.
He grabbed one of the fallen trees and tossed it like a javelin toward yang. Leaping back into the fray to engage in combat with. The blonde brawler who just shattered the tree into splinters.
The two were so caught up in battle that they did not even stop their fight for their guest. When the two locked fists once more Naruto’s partner walked up to Ruby and team CFVY greeting them.
“Hello, sorry about that. Those two are getting a bit out of hand.” Pyrrha said, offering Coco a hand.
Taking the proffered hand up, Coco wondered just what their definition of normal was. If this was a “bit” out of hand for them.
Coco couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief as she let out an exaggerated sigh. “I-it’s fine.” She said.
We came here looking for team RWBY and your team. Coco said remembering why they had come here.
As if on some unspoken cue, Yang and Naruto delivered a powerful blow to one another just as their sage modes ran out. Both had delivered a right cross to the other's face. At the same time, the two collapsed to the ground.
Naruto lay there on the ground, stunned by Yang’s sudden growth. He knew that one's semblance reflected one’s soul. And thus it evolved and changed in subtle ways, as the person in question did. It was why Naruto thought Yang was so suited to be a sage.
In fact, he knew that there had to be a reason she gained a sage transformation so soon. It threw his original thoughts out the window. With this last spar they had just had. The power problem that Yang had was solved somewhat. While Naruto lay there pondering about this sudden growth in power Yang had undergone. Yang was contemplating the same thing.
As Yang lay there on the ground a bruise quickly forming on her cheek. She pondered on just what was going on. It was only the other day that sage mode did not even last her more than a minute. And her transformation even less than that. Intent on finding out just what had changed, she closed her eyes. To gather nature energy delving into a deep meditation.
As she achieved the sage transformation she searched for the familiar hum of her power.
The ever present fire that she held in her breast. When Yang found it this time, it was different instead of the fire she had expected to find it was an inferno. Formed into the shape of a brilliant serpentine dragon.
It was so captivating that Yang couldn’t help but reach out for it in a trance. As if to respond to her it coiled its body around her. Its head now level with her own. Only separated by mere inches at this point. Tempting her to take the final step and reach out.
It was at then that Yang realized what this was. The dragon represented a test of sorts. To grow all she had to do was reach out and touch the dragon.
She hesitated only for a moment, fear of the unknown settling in her gut. Before pushing aside her fear and self doubt. As Yang took that step forward she swore to herself that she would never hesitate or hold on to any regrets again. It only took the slightest of contact for the dragon to burst into flames. When Yang’s hand touched it. It took a new form once they made contact. The flames that made up its form coalesced into a form mirroring her own. Only with red eyes to Yang’s violet.
With their hands touching it gave a fond smile, the flames dimming that made up its form. As Yang’s own glowed with that same ethereal flame. She could not help but mirror that same smile. It was like reuniting with an old friend she had forgotten.
When her copies, flames finally guttered out and what remained absorbed by Yang. it filled her with an instinctive knowledge of how her semblance worked.
Her semblance, Burn, was in its base form the ability to absorb power from damage taken and redirect it with twice as much force. Yet some part of her knew that was just the tip of the iceberg. That from here on out she would only grow stronger.
Eyes blinking open, Yang was the first to get up. And with a grin, despite the forming bruise on her cheek. She leapt onto the distracted sage with vigour. Wrapping her arms around Uzumaki’s neck and embracing him in a passionate hug. For his aid in her latest success.
As adorable as their display of affection was. They were met with the sound of a certain redhead clearing her throat. Gaining their attention and stopping the two before Yang took things too far.Yang couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment for not noticing their audience. Yet despite that, she stayed straddling Naruto. Doing her best to smother the other blonde in her ample bosom. Giving Naruto’s partner a withering glare, she huffed out, “what.”
Pyrrha let out a sigh of exasperation at Yang's current addition. While yes she interrupted what would have been a steamy make-out session. Between the two. One that if she was honest, she would have joined in on. Had they not had an audience.
“Yang I don't know if you know this but we have guests.” Pyrrha said sarcasm plainly to hear from her tone.
In response, the shameless blonde gave them a jaunty wave, “oh, hey.” She then went back to accomplishing her task of attempting to smother Naruto in her cleavage and a make-out session.
Naruto however stopped this attempt. Sensing that this was not the time for the current display of affection. Basing his decision on the fact that he could practically feel the waves of annoyance coming from his red-headed partner.
Griping Yang by her shoulders, he leaned in and whispered into her ear so only she would hear. “Not right now besides we will have all day for that tomorrow.”
The reminder of their upcoming date and the fact that it is coming up so soon has Yang flushing red. As she timidly got off of Naruto, giddy with glee and nerves.
They hadn’t had the time between classes, exams, and team training to just be teens and have fun in a long time. Because of the course load first years have. So Yang was understandably flustered. and excited all at the same time.
Standing up and brushing himself off. Naruto gave the members of team CVFY a wave, “yo.”
Naruto was not surprised when the brash leader of CFVY strode forwards. “You know you are a hard bunch to find.” immediately voicing her displeasure at just how hard it was to find them.
“But now that I have found you I would like to see just what you and your team can do. Are you up for a spar?”
A challenge to a spar from one of Beacons top teams was not something to take lightly, Naruto knew this. Yet he could not help the grin that spread to his face as he accepted this challenge. “But how about we reschedule it for noon? I’ll even treat you guys to breakfast. It’s the least I can do since you came all the way down here.”
Coco knowing that even she would not turn down a free meal agreed. “Yea ok, we can wait.”
“Great, just let me gather the others.” Naruto said.
He stopped just as he was about to do just that and noticed Ruby standing there. The haunted look on her face made him question just what was wrong. Knowing that he had assigned a clone to the Red Reaper. Specifically, to train her earlier in the week. And it had yet to dispel itself. So he had assumed that things were going to plan.
It was with a simple thought as he leapt into the trees he dispelled all the clones he had in the training ground. Getting flashes of Ruby’s training. Naruto had to let out a sigh of exasperation. Her training while simple. Was definitely influenced by his more devilish prankster influences. And he knew that thanks to his clones, he would need to make it up to the girl.
Within moments, he returned with his team and the others.when they had started to head back up to the dorms. As mind bending as that was for the members of team CFVY. who had collectively agreed that this entire space warping thing was to be named an Uzumaki thing. For the sake of their collective sanity, if anything else.
Coco had thought they would head to the cafeteria once they had entered the apartment above. But rather than go there, they had opted to head to the kitchen. What the members of team CVFY had expected when they had. Taken up the whiskered blonde offer was a basic breakfast. Not a gourmet experience they were about to have once the blonde had started cooking. The others quickly follow his lead. And within twenty minutes the meal would be ready. And were ready to eat what would be one of the best meals CFVY had.
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It had been an interminable night and a longer day still; the headmaster thought as he took a sip of his coffee. It had taken all night working with the V.P.D investigation as the representative for his students. It was only thanks to his position as headmaster of Beacon that the police did not ask to question his students. But in the big picture he knew this incident had put a target on their backs.
Relaxing back into his chair, Ozpin knew that this was just the beginning of his long, long day. It was likely that the council had heard of the latest actions of the White Fang and of his students.
It was almost assured that they would bring this up at the meeting this afternoon.
With another lengthy sigh, knowing that this would not last forever, he got up to refill his mug. As he waited for his coffee to brew. Ozpin found his eyes wandering to the photo on his desk. With a sense of longing and profound loss.
In the photo was a faded picture. The woman in the picture was faded beyond recognition. But the small child and her crimson tresses streaked with hints of black whereas clear as day. It was a photo of the family he started in this incarnation of life. Despite his attempts to distance himself in this life from any bonds. She had wormed her way into his heart. One of the many regrets in his eternal life was letting the woman who had inspired him to live for the first time in centuries die.
He kept this lone photo to remind himself of what he was fighting for. Even when she was gone he swore on that day he would not stop fighting. That was the promise he had made to her on the altar.
It was the pleasant aroma of coffee and the caw of a crow that broke him out of his darkening thoughts. About a past he wished he could forget and of a time of peace he wished would have lasted longer.
Looking at the crow perched on the windowsill, the headmaster was not surprised when the bird's body shifted and morphed. To take on the form of a man with black hair and red eyes.
Based on the smell of alcohol wafting from him. Either he had completed his task, or he had failed to gather the information he had asked about kitsune.
While he knew about ironwood’s approach. He also knew that James was anything but subtle. And among those in his inner circle the man before him was the best of the best at infiltration, information gathering. And if need be assassination.
As the headmaster refilled his mug, Qrow for it could be no other man. Based on the scent of alcohol wafting off the man. Strode to one of the two chairs in front of his desk and took a seat.
Qrow waited for the headmaster to sit before he went over his findings. “So I did as you asked, I looked into the backgrounds of the members of the teams you wanted. For teams, RWBY, and AACM. things check out mostly.”
It was clear just by his tone he was not happy looking into his Niece’s team. Even if it was Ozpin who asked.
“You already know about Ruby and Yang so I will skip them. And head straight to Weiss schnee. Despite coming from an influential family. With both parents still living, things are not as they seem. Her mother from what I know is an alcoholic recluse. And her father is just as much a bastard as you think. He’s corrupt and willing to do anything to get what he wants.” Qrow said before taking another swig from his flask. Making it clear to the headmaster that sobriety was not an option today.
That also meant that what he had just said was the tip of the iceberg and that things would just get worse from here. It was easy to gauge how unpleasant things got by how drunk Qrow was. And right now the man was only slightly buzzed for him. Which meant shit faced for a civilian.
Qrow let out a sigh before continuing, “While there is no proof, Jacques was under investigation for the lax safety conditions that caused the preventable mine collapse just outside of the mining town of Latere.”
“I see, I had suspected things weren't right for a long time now. But we will need to take a wait and see approach. He is a powerful man.”
“Now here is where things are interesting Oz. Blake Belladonna, parents are Girha Belladonna and Kali Belladonna. Both were founding members of the White Fang. with Girha leading them during their peaceful protest days. It wasn’t long after her father stepped down that all records of her stop. And my bet is that she joined up with the new regime. From there we can guess where things went for the girl. The kid is a child soldier who escaped the indoctrination of radical extremists.”
The headmaster had to grimace at that; he knew based on her background that she had some dealings with the Fang. But it was likely that she had some real scars when it came to that organization.
“I would recommend counseling for Blake based on the recent incident at the docks. She might react rashly once again if she feels that nothing is being done about the Fang. as far as Weiss goes, she is handling things well on her own. But i would recommend watching her for now.”
It was not any surprise there for the headmaster. He had intended for Belladonna to receive counseling based on what she had done at the docks. But when he had considered the facts, he now knew about her parentage. It’s really no surprise that Qrow of all people would recommend she seeks counseling for her issues.
“The outlier of team AACM is the Arc boy. While he has records, none of them are from a combat school. It's likely that he forged his documentation to get into the school. But you knew that, didn’t you?”
The accusation Qrow had levied was phrased as more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, I did Qrow it was a favor from his Grandfather to accept him into this institution.” Ozpin stated placidly. Intentionally leaving the statement open for interpretation.
Knowing that Ozpin had his own reasons for doing this, Qrow dropped the matter entirely. Not wanting to get involved in the political games played between the headmaster and the patriarch of the Arc family.
“Right so, let's cut to the chase there were only four people you wanted me to really look into out of the teams you gave me to investigate. Naruto Uzumaki, Sarada Uchiha, Lie Ren, and Nora Valkyrie. Of the last two teams I looked into, only those four had discrepancies in their records.” Qrow said, glaring at the headmaster. As he took another pull from his flask.
“Had you not informed me of the Ren family's hereditary semblance that manifests alongside personal semblance. I would have thought someone forged the boy’s records. Looking into the past of his family a semblance that allows them to shape-shift and choose what they look like. Explains why the family was so prominent. That they had the funds to start their own village outside of Mistral. And why there are no birth records for a Lie Ren born male.”
Not said was this ability made the family extremely well versed in infiltration and espionage. It gave the family influence in Mistral politics. On which they made a majority of their money. At least until the collapse of the village they founded Kuroyuri.
“I also wish you would have told me about Nora. It took me forever to even get a scrap of information about her.” Qrow said with a sigh.
“But once I did, it was easy to track down where she came from. The girl is the daughter of Sigurd Völsunga and Brunhild. The damned valkyrie and the wise man.”
While he did not show it this information however shocked the headmaster to his core, he knew of the two warriors belonging to the Sigrdrífa tribe. From the rumors, the two had died under mysterious circumstances. And that since the passing of the two, the tribe's leader Sigrun was looking for her granddaughter and heir. It was just a good thing that unlike most tribes the Sigrdrífa were mercenaries and huntsmen foremost. Working closely with the kingdoms. The headmaster was just thankful that this tribe was a force for good. Believing that honor and valor can only be gained through righteous means.
“The only two I hit a dead end were Uzumaki and Uchiha with no records of their existence. Prior to two years ago. Before that, it was like they never existed.” Qrow said, a frown gracing his usually placid face. His easy going attitude nowhere to be seen.
Given just how thorough Qrow was with his findings. It took the headmaster back at this lack of information.
Accepting this, they moved onto what information they had. Comprising very little aside from forged documentation, it was practically flawless. That their village they claimed to have come from was outside of the kingdoms was not unusual. That they were the only survivors was not unusual. But what had struck the headmaster as odd was the fact that such prodigies as Naruto and Sarada had not been heard of until they had walked into his office. It was the very reason he accepted the two into Beacon so readily. Even if he had his doubts about them Ozpin knew he needed to have them on his side. No matter what it took.
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In one of the lower rooms of her castle, Salem was gathering the ingredients needed for the upcoming ritual. It was barren aside from the pedestal that held a dagger and four basins. One of which she was already at work filling with her life’s blood.
“Blood to represent air” Salem thought to herself. As scarlet rivulets of blood flowed down her arm and into the basin, Salem held to prepare for a ritual to elevate the newest of her devotees.
“Next bile to represent fire.” she thought as she stuck her fingers down her throat, forcing herself to vomit.
With that task done, she slipped out of her dress and grabbed the dagger resting on the pedestal. With no hesitation plunged the dagger into her stomach. Wrenching it to the side widening the wound. Her body wracked with shudders as she focused on her task. Forcing her hand into the cavity. Rooting around her own organs for her prize.
Once fingers wrapped around it. With significant effort she withdrew her hand prize in tow, ripping out her own liver. Dropping it into another basin before passing out and succumbing to blood loss moments after.
It was to this scene that Laruam arrived to witness. Fading from the shadows of the room. As if sensing them she stirred moments later.
Her wounds rapidly closing and with a gasp she took a breath. Rolling over, her eyes met theirs.
They knelt once their gazes met hers. In a raspy altered voice they spoke. “My lady, we received your orders. And we felt that it was necessary for me to return to your side at once.”
Getting to her feet with a wave of her hand, she vanished the spilt blood. Ignoring Laruam’s presence until she had gotten dressed.
“Thank you for coming so soon, Laruam. Since you are here, I have a task for you.” she said as she walked to the center of the room.
With a negligent wave of her hand, a stone dais rose from the ground. While laying on her side on the plinth she began her explanation. “I need spinal fluid for the last humor you see and I Am in need of some assistance.”
With no need for further explanation Laruam strode forwards to the raised platform and where a long hollow needle lay about eight inches long. With steady hands they inserted the needle into her lower back. Just between the vertebrae and removed the stopper from the end as Laraum allowed for the fluid to drip into a vial.
For several minutes the two waited in silence as the vial filled. It was all too soon that it was filled to the brim. And Laraum set it down on the pedestal with the other basins.
“Come follow me,” Salem said now that her task was done for the moment.
As the ritual could not progress without a sacrifice from the one ready to be elevated. Laraum knew this all too well when they burned their entire town to the ground as a tribute to the mother. They knew that the sacrifices had to be made without the use of magic on both ends for the ritual to work. They also knew that the better the sacrifice, the greater the power gained. It was how they gained the name Laraum.
It was not long before the two made it to the parlor of her castle. With the walls painted earthy shades of brown. One couch towards the back wall and a loveseat resting right before the fireplace and off to the left hand corner was a pair of lounge chairs. Between them a small table with a tea tray resting on it.
With a wave of her hand after sitting down in one chair. Salem dispelled the shadows clinging to Laraum like a second skin. Hiding their form from sight. Revealing, they had a rather masculine form. Covered by a simple, well worn traveling cloak. Underneath that was a black double-breasted coat with an intricate golden sigil on the right breast and a high collar. with shin length coat tails, cargo pants and a pair of shin length boots.
Idly taking a sip of the prepared tea. Salem stared them down. As Laraum glared back with a scowl.
“Sit” she commanded.
Laraum’s scowl quickly shifted to a pout as they sat down. Crossing their arms above their chest. “You know I hate it when you do that.”
Salem quirked a brow in amusement. “But why hide your beauty Laraum? You know I accept you for you. No matter how you appear.”
A flush spread across Laraum’s face as they looked away. Trying to hide away from Salem's gaze.
With a wave of her hand Salem summoned a tea tray and kettle and poured a cup for herself and Laruam.
“After your work is done in Lower Carn, I would like for you to investigate the source of the Power that hides Vale from my sight. You can take who or whatever you need, of course,” Salem said. Idly taking a sip of her tea.
Laraum’s form shifted, their once masculine features taking on a more feminine form. Curves appearing where was once toned muscle. Once cropped hair of raven locks shifted to red, elongating to a bob cut. Once gray eyes shifting to a pink hue. “Of course my lady.” Laraum said as they spoke with a lighter, more angelic lilt. The raspy distorted tone nowhere to be found.
Salem smiled, knowing that her will soon be done. As the two conversed about the outside world. Catching up with one of her most favored pillars.
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It was a late night or rather early morning and yet for Sienna Khan, high ruler of the White Fang. She still had work to do. Having spent the night and well into the morning going over the reports from the cells in Mistral, Vacuo, and Atlas. And the Faunus homeland. Everything seemed in order. Yet after getting the same reports back from Vale. for the better part of six months. Reports that in fact did not match the rumors coming out of Vale. Rumors of the Fang clashing in several major ways with the very protectors of Vale. who eliminated the human supremacist group the Knights of Walpurgis. Thus improving the lives of the faunas in the kingdom of Vale.
Her trust in Adam was the only reason that Sienna had not come to Vale herself. She knew that despite his bull headed approach to things. Adam was one of the few who knew how to get things done.
Yet she could not get over the feeling that something was very, very wrong with the situation in Vale. frustrated with the incongruity of the whole situation she got up from her desk. Scattering her reports and knocking most of the items off her desk in a fit of peek. Stalking over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Taking a pull straight from the bottle, Sienna grimaced at the burn. Scowling at the strewn paperwork now gracing the floor. She let out a growl of frustration, drinking more of the hard liquor.
The tantrum she had had not gone unnoticed as the door was opened by one of her guards. “Lady Sienna is-” was as far as the guard had gotten. Forced to duck the vase thrown at his head.
“Get out!” Senna said as she seethed in her anger.
Hearing the commotion, Menma, a clone Naruto had created bearing a striking resemblance to the original. Where the two diverged was instead of blue eyes and blond hair. Menma had eyes the color of scarlet and a spiky mane of hair as black as pitch tied off into a small ponytail. Gracing the top of his head were a pair of fox ears. He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt that showed off his arms. Since it was so late he had opted to dress casually.
As he stepped into the room, ducking under a thrown bottle. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the sight of the room. In her anger Sienna had broken her chair. Four vases, and most of the decorative china in the room. It was fortunate that the reason for all the crockery was for her to break. Rather than take her anger out on the staff.
“Get out!” she practically hissed.
He caught the next thrown bottle and set it down on the desk. Ducking under a thrown teacup and a biscuit tin. He swiftly made his way to Sienna.
Wresting the bottle of alcohol from her grip, “how can I help?” he asked.
As Sienna turned scarlet with drunken embarrassment. She couldn’t help but reflect briefly on how she got to this point. She hated to admit it, but she was no leader. No, in her heart of hearts sienna knew what she was. She was a soldier. If there was one thing she knew she was good at it was fighting. It was how she gained her skills fighting in the pits for her “masters” having been sold into slavery at a young age. They only ever gave her two choices in that life before the fang before Girha. Either spread her legs and make them money on her back or fight. The mere suggestion to be split open and allow men to rape her more than twice her age. Sent a shudder down her spine.
At the time she was only seven. And yet her human masters almost expected it. No wanted to pimp her out to men old enough to be her grandfather. All because they saw her as less than human. Just more meat for the grinder. It was this harsh reality check that forced the young Sienna on the path she now walked. She swore to herself that she would never break. Not like the others. And so she fought in the pits, against her fate, and soon against the ones who thought her an animal, her so-called masters. She eventually became their best fighter. never losing, not even once. For a single loss meant more degrading punishment and rape.
It was also why she hated the responsibilities that came with leading the White Fang. under the stress, knowing that she sent men to their deaths in her name. Every decision she made could cost lives. But there was no one else who would step up. In Ghira’s absence when the man stepped down.
In her own opinion, Ghira was the leader they needed. But he was a coward, some would say. But not Sienna, never her; he had her loyalty from the moment he freed her from that life. Ghira just couldn’t handle the lengths the more militant members of the Fang were willing to go.
So she stepped up, focusing the more radical members on the slave and sex trafficking rings around the world. Knowing that at least if they were aimed at people who truly deserved to die. Then nobody would complain. And her conscience would be clean.
All while directing the peaceful protests in an orderly fashion. It was all a delicate balancing act she had to perform. This was a fact Sienna knew all too well.
Her fears were that Tarus was hiding something from her. When she had sent Adam to Vale it was to act as a support for the strike and boycott against the SDC mining operation. She had thought after his last mission, a raid against a sex trafficking ring that sold human and faunas alike. It had gone rather poorly. And that was all sienna was willing to think on that matter.
This would be an agreeable change of pace for the young bull Faunus.
So when she received conflicting reports and rumors of the Fang committing raids. Rather than supporting protests. And that Adam opted to hide his activities from her, no from the Fang as a whole. It utterly incensed her. Yet she knew that Adam was well liked in the White Fang, and to accuse him without proof it was the epitome of foolishness.
So when Menma, a man she knew for barely more than a year. Offered her his aid. A part of her was eager. A part she crushed and donned the guise of the high leader of the White Fang. For if only in his eyes Sienna wanted to be strong. “I need you to go to Vale, in secret observe what has been going on in Vale and report back to me. There are rumors I am sure are nothing, but I need to know the truth.”
“Of course, I will head out right away” Menma said, taking his orders. Leaving to prepare for his upcoming mission.
As Sienna let out a sigh of relief, the butterflies she always got in her stomach when she interacted with Menma subsided for the moment. She knew she should not feel this way about a subordinate yet; she did. It was something that Sienna knew could never happen; she was his leader, and she had to separate herself from him. For those who wish to rule like her, they often lead a solitary life, scorned by critics and supporters alike for every choice they make.
Feeling rather melancholic over what she had just asked, Sienna took another swig from her bottle. Hoping that her instincts were wrong, and it was just paranoia. Hoping to drown the feeling she had in liquor.
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All things considered, the infiltration of Beacon was easy. Having been of the right age to be entered into an academy. It was rather easy for Uzushio to have their documents sent to Haven academy. Entering the team has first years. So for all intents and purposes, they were first-year students at Shade academy. One of five teams sent to Beacon, in fact.
Despite her rather short stature, her long crimson locks and amber-colored eyes. Fae like appearance with her cat ears and tail. Bakeneko knew what she saw when she entered the Beacon dorms for first years. Seals and seal script covered the dorms. Even if the script was not visible, it was there. It was then she knew they were in the Right place. She knew that like her, the rest of her team could feel the chakra of this seal master. Who could be no other than Kitsune. It was like basking under the sun on a bright summer day.
It was rather fortunate that these seals were designed for fortification, reinforcement, and protection. It made the dorm one of the most heavily guarded places on the campus. So long as one did not have any intent on harming any of those that dwelled within these walls. Something that was rather fortunate for Bakeneko and her team.
Being the most sensitive to the powers that others held, Bakeneko froze in her tracks. As they headed to the second floor to their assigned room, she felt the power just flowing off of the seals that warded the door next to theirs.
It was odd. As if sensing them the door opened, and a whiskered blonde stepped out to greet them. “Oh, well, it looks like we will be neighbors. It's nice to meet you.”
It was rather fortunate for Bakeneko that her partner Tengu stepped in to introduce his teammates for her. Frozen as she was by Naruto’s very presence.
Taking off the hood of his fur-lined jacket, Tengu reveals his shaggy sandy blonde hair. Cut short in the back and a length of his bangs tied, so it was out of his vibrant purple eyes. Began his introductions starting with himself, “I Am August Rush, and this is my team leader Kohaku Arashi.” August emphasised this by placing his hand on her shoulder.
It was more than enough to break Kohaku from her daze. Just in time for her more boisterous teammate to introduce herself. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Rio McLaurin!”
Rio was well Rio, there was no other way to describe the girl other than a force of nature with a bubbly personality to match. The excitable blonde with wild hair tied into pigtails was one who never let things get her down. And was one prone to show off whenever she could. From the way she liked to dress. To her very personality.
If there was only one complaint that Kohaku would say she had. It was the way Rio dressed. Like today, for example.Currently she was wearing a backless two toned dress white at the top and shifted to black just under her rather large bust.the fabric shifted back to white at the skirt where it allowed for her to bare her hips.she finished her outfit with a pair of white knee high stockings and shin length high heeled brown boots adorned with bows on the side
Yet in truth she was like an older sister to the entire team. One they knew as a whole they would never trade for anyone.
The next to introduce themselves was Nuraihyon, “hello, I Am Robbin, Robin Highmore.”
In direct contrast to her partner Rio, Robin was an elegant beauty with high aristocratic cheekbones. Hair as black as coal, and long legs. Along with an ample bust that only seemed to complement her whole figure. All wrapped up in a blouse with short flared out sleeves and gloves. With a black double breasted bodice and a black pleated skirt. Finishing her outfit with opaque black thigh high stockings attached to a garter belt. And a pair of ankle high-heeled boots in black.
In contrast to her more feminine dress of her female teammates Kohaku despite her fae like appearance. With her amber-colored eyes and scarlet red locks. An adorable button nose. Her petite frame making her the shortest one on her team.
She absolutely hated dresses. She could admit that it had something to do with Rio’s constant need to try to make her wear frilly dresses. Like some kind of doll and her other teammates tacit approval of Rio’s attempts. And with mutual enjoyment they got out of the experience.
It was why most of her wardrobe comprised clothes similar to what she was wearing. Comprising a purple spaghetti strap crop top that bared her midriff. A pair of denim short shorts that bared plenty of leg. That she covered with a pair of striped knee-high socks in purple and black and a pair of sneakers.
So when she heard the complaints of the little reaper. Kohaku could not help but be amused as she watched on with her team. “Coome onn Naruto I’m hungry!” ruby whined.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Kohaku and her team found it rather funny. The smaller girl was latched onto Naruto’s arm like a limpet.
It was only disturbed by the other blonde clearly attracted by the noise at the door. Snaking her arms under Naruto’s and snuggling into the already comical embrace. And hugging him from behind. Yang poked her head out from behind Naruto to give a wave to the new students.
“Sup,”
The ever enthusiastic Rio gave a wave back. As Naruto scratched a whiskered cheek with his one free limb. “So would you guys like to come eat with us?”
It was an interesting question, one that seemed innocent at first to the shinobi of Uzu. but a covenant way to observe. The one who might just be their target was invaluable. The offer seemed genuine as well to top things off. Making the decision easy.
“Yes, we would love to!” Rio exclaimed. Latching onto Naruto’s free hand. As he led them inside for what would be a rather enjoyable meal.
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