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littlecarnet · 2 years

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A Funny thing happened on the Way to Sinnoh ch.3

Part 2 here: X

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Cynthia was beyond happy to see that Giratina took her up on her offer to join her at the festival, however there was one little issue. Well, a big issue.

The festivals booths for humans and pokemon, were not made to accommodate a Snorlax let alone a pokemon as large as Giratina. She felt bad that she didn't think this though. Giratina didn't let it bother them too much. They can't exactly miss what they never experienced. The two stood outside the outskirts of fairgrounds trying to figure out what to do now that the festival was no longer an option.

" It's fine. I will wait here for you. Enjoy yourself."

" I don't like the thought of leaving all alone." She said softly.

" I am use to being alone."

She didn't want to hear that. That sounded so awful on her part to invite them and found they couldn't go. It wasn't fair to Giratina. Maybe it was best to do something else. Go somewhere o their own, heck even go to the Distortion World and do something there. She could eveh pop by a market and pick up some food, or better yet...

" Tell you what, I'll go get some Pinapberry ice cream and cotton candy for you, get a few things for me and I'll come back. Well have our own little festival right here. We're close enough we can even see the fireworks."

That didn't sound too bad, plus they loved anything pinapberry flavored. Giratina nodded and tucked in their legs on the cool grass. " I will wait til you return."

" I'll be right back!" She was about to head down the route when a faint crackling sound was heard above. Instinctively Giratina got up on the defensive. That brilliant light and reality breaking power could be no other than their parent, Arceus. Cynthia readied herself too, though unsure what was happening. Out of the ring of light the creator of their universe emerged.

" Arceus... what brings you here?" Asked Cynthia curiously.

" I sensed one of thine children in the area. I see thou has brought out Giratina from their realm at last, well done." Praised Arceus.

" Says the one who put me in there." Mumbled Giratina.

" Yes, I did as you requested." Spoke Cynthia in a formal tone that Giratina didn't like. Arceus deserved no such respect, but he couldnt blame Cynthia. She was a human standing before a god.

Giratina huffed. " We have become close now, and we're about to celebrate that friendship tonight until we were interrupted."

Cynthia shot them a look. That was said in such a rude tone, she was a bit scared Arceus would get offended. Instead Arceus shone brighter and leaned toward them.

" Thou has made friends with one another? How joyous! I was right to chose thee for the task, I knew thou would be a good influence." Complimented Arceus

Cynthia blushed " Thank you. Ill try my best to live up to that compliment. "

" Are we finished here?" Grumbled Giratina

" My child..." addressed Arceus.

Don't call me your damn child you good for nothing geezer! Giratina wanted to say, but held their tongue. No need to start a fight in front of Cynthia. " Yes?"

" I sense thou is upset."

It was here Giratina felt it was none of Arceus's business what they felt. They never cared about their feelings for centuries and now they were acting like some concerned parent? Frankly, Arceus could go piss off with that. However Cynthia read Giratina's silence as hesitantace and spoke up.

" About that..." Cynthia sighed " You see I promised Giratina that I'd take them to the festival, but I forgot about their size. I don't think Giratina would be able to enjoy everything it has to offer. I feel bad, I hyped it up for them and now they can't go."

" Thou shape is the problem...I see." Arceus mused a bit, their glow fading in and out as if it was visualizing their thinking. " Tis a simple solution to this. Thou can give thee a mortal form."

Did... did they hear that right? A mortal form?

" You..can?" Asked Cynthia.

Arceus gave out a laugh that sounded very much bells. " Thou created the universe, does not thee believe thy cannot change thine own creation?"

Cynthia couldn't argue with that. " So what do you mean? Can you make them a smaller pokemon?"

" Tis in my power. Pokemon... or human if thy prefer."

Arceus hit their hoof to the soil and image drawn in the ground formed. It was Giratina. It rippled and the gylph shrank taking on several different pokemon appearances and even that of a human, it was soon joined by other humans and pokemon in celebration. A glimpse of what could be.

Giratina's tail twitched. The offer was incredibly tempting. For once Arceus was actially being helpful to them. This could solve a lot of issues. Giratina didn't consider being human an option, in fact the very idea of it made them uncomfortable. But they could ask for any pokemon form? That was exciting. There were so many. Their mind raced with what they could chose. What would it be like to be a different type than what they were? Or have a certain ability that was their opposite?

Cynthia however was focused on the human aspect. Sure it was a bit biased on her part, being human herself, but the thought of Giratina being changed into one. That could solve a lot of issues. Her mind raced at what they might look like. Her first thought was a woman. Cynthia admittedly kinda thought of Giratina as a lady, maybe because she felt more comfortable being around a perceived woman. Though she knew deities like them were genderless by default. Still...

Arceus hit their hoof again on the soil and the soil settled back. " Has thou chosen what thee desires? Remember, all is possible in my power."

Giratina couldn't chose. At least not right away. There were just way too many pokemon to consider, and they were unsure what would be ideal for Cynthia in this case. After all, she knew more about festivals than they did. She could even chose her favorite pokemon and they'd be perfectly content with that. So long as she was happy, they were happy.

" I will let her chose."

" Oh no, Giratina, this is YOUR body, you really shouldn't let me chose that."

" I trust you. I know you will chose a form that is suitable for tonight."

Cynthia shrugged. " I guess its my call."

" Speak thy choice."

" Okay..." she said a bit more confidently " .. make them human."

" What?!"

Before Giratina could protest, Arceus's energy enveloped them. Giratina suddenly pitched forward, as if their center of balance shifted. Giratina fell to their side and their eyes opened but the couldn't see anything, just light, it was blinding. Their entire body felt like goo, stretching, squeezing, twisting, none of this was painful but it felt so strange. Soon the light faded and they felt the cool breeze of the evening wash over them once more. Giratina blinked a few times to get back their night vision, then found themself looking up...? At their parent from the side. This was a strange position to be in. Why was everything bigger? The ground more closer? Why were they so cold now?

" Ah! Thou makes for an exceptional looking human." Mused Arceus.

" Oh my..." Cynthia stared at the transformed Giratina before whipping off her black coat to draped over ...him? She averted her eyes. Yeah, this was not a woman.

" Giratina, are you...okay?"

Under the coat Giratina sat up, feeling about their changed form in a panic. Soft dark skin yielded under new...fingers instead of the usual claws. Their tail and wings were gone. They was missing an entire set of limbs. They reached to their face, patting the alien features, reaching for face plates that were not there, only hitting a nose, ears, hair. No! No no no no!! They tried to get up but found that to be difficult. Their whole perception of balance was off without a tail.

" What have you done to me?!" Giratina clasped a hand over their mouth. They were speaking words outloud? Their voice was no longer a booming sound but a very confused, frightened cry of a human.

" Thou will fool any human now." Arceus mused happily.

" You've ruined me!" Giratina's voice seemed to quiver. They hated how weak they sounded. " Change me back at once!"

" Give thee some time to adjust, thou may enjoy that form more than thou think. Have an enjoyable night! "

" You can't leave me this way!"

" Wait! Arceus!" Called Cynthia " At least give him some.."

Arceus however took off immediately leaving both of them back in the dimming light of the late afternoon.

" ...Pants. Great." She sighed.

Cynthia didnt really know what to say at this moment and Giratina was beside themself on what they were going to do. The night air nipped at their exposed skin, and they shakily tried to stand up again.

" Careful! Don't fall!" Cynthia got her..er... Him. Oh, that was going to take time to adjust to... she got him to sit back down before he hurt himself.

" Don't touch me!" Growled Giratina " This is your fault! Why would you chose this?!"

" You told me to make any choice I wanted, Giratina!"

" I didn't mean you should choose a human!"

" Why didn't you say anything then?! How was I supposed to know? I'm not psychic!"

Giratina wanted to retort that, but they couldn't. Cynthia was right. They did tell her to chose and she did, but they still didn't expect her to chose this form, especially when there were so many amazing pokemon out there to pick from.

" This...I didn't want this..."

They shook their head, experimentally opening and closing their hands. They had fingers... they actually had fingers. This was too strange even for them. They felt a mixed amount of emotions and all of them were competing for the top spot at the moment. It was so out of character to feel this amount of fear. They never felt like this. But right now they felt so small, helpless, and powerless. What could they possibly do in this body? They had no abilities. How would they defend themselves?

Then a terrible realization hit them. They didn't have a way to return home and even if they did, they couldn't survive there in this form. Giratina was essentially trapped in the real world. They couldn't help but think that was all on purpose on their parent's part.

" Giratina, I'm sorry. Maybe I should've told you beforehand. Please don't be mad at me. I chose this because I thought it fit more. Now I see it was my own bias."

She had no idea what to do besides get him home down the route, but not in this state. He was very naked, and she didn't want to risk someone calling the cops on them walking up the road. She could go to a local pokecenter and purchase pants for him at least, but she felt he was in no position, mentally and emotionally, to be left alone. She'd have to rely on Garchop to discretely fly them home, she was sure there was something there she could use for him. Gosh it was so weird to think of Giratina as male though. At least biologically. And here she thought it might be nice to have another woman to hang around with. Her job was already so male dominated.

She pressed a button on a pokeball and in a flash of light her trusted dragon emerged. " You think you could get us both home? It's a bit of an emergency."

Garchop nodded. She was strong enough to carry two adults just fine. Cynthia knelt by Giratina, pulling the coat closer to his body and tying the sleeves to fit around him better, then she managed to get him to stand up. He was wobbly at first, but after a few shaky steps, she got him closer to Garchop,

" I'll try to make it up to you." She said, helping keep his balance.

" No, I should've asked you. I take the blame as well. I'm not mad at you."

That was good to hear. " Did it hurt? Changing like this?"

" No. But I feel..nothing feels right."

" I can imagine. We'll try to figure out what to do back home, try to get you adjusted a bit. Youll be be comfortable with something to wear, some dinner, and rest." She guided him up and onto Garchop's back.

" I'm going to need you to hold on tight, alright? You can hold on to me too."

He nodded, and she swung herself up on top, giving a little tap on her pokemons shoulder. " Alright let's get home, Garchop."

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Cynthia had never brought a man home. Usually she kept her partners discrete from family and brought them over to her villa instead. So the initial shock of her grandmother was warranted. She expected the usual questions but first things first. Getting their surprise guest dressed.

" Thia, what on earth?" Asked her grandmother, watching her rush in a man that was wearing nothing but her coat.

" I'll answer any questions in a second if you answer mine first...Do we still have dad's old clothes?"

" I believe he left some in the garage on the washer." Her grandmother eyed the strange man sitting on their couch looking very lost as he took in his surroundings. " Who is he?"

" Not sure if you'll believe me." Called out Cynthia from another room.

" If I can believe we have an immortal ancestor, I can believe whatever story you have for our guest,"

Cynthia popped her head out of the garage. " That's Giratina."

The older woman looked at the young man then back at Cynthia and for a minute the grandmother thought her poor grandchild had utterly lost her mind or was actually highly embarrassed bringing home an unknown partner home. Either way she'd be a good host.

" You told me Giratina was a girl."

" Haha yeaaah...I thought so too." She was picked out a pair of underwear, sweats and a shirt that was a tad wrinkled but they were clean and comfy.

" How does a pokemon change into a human?" Asked her grandmother, still not entirely convinced this man was a deity. Especially one with such a fearsome reputation, despite Cynthia insisting that much of the myths surrounding Giratina were false or highly exaggerated.

" Well I figure there's humans that turn into Yamask and Spiritomb, so there's gotta be a reverse to that. In this case it was Arceus's doing. They were attempting to help us out and royally screwed that up."

With no help from her either. Sure she was curious about what Giratina might look like as a human, but was very woefully unprepared for that reality. And so was he.

" You will show reverence to the Almighty in this house young lady!"

" I know, I know...I'm just under pressure right now. I'm trying to make Giratina comfortable, he was changed so drastically and he's upset about it."

The grandmother looked back at their guest who now had his hands on his face. Whether this was Giratina or not, it didn't matter now. The poor man looked so distraught. She felt she needed to aid in his comfort too.

" I'll go make some teganitai then."

" Right now?" Asked Cynthia. She was going to make Celestica style pancakes right now? At 8pm?

" Situations such as these call for a treat. After all, you calmed down when I made them for you as a child."

That was true. The taste of honey and fruit really did make her feel better. She wasn't sure if that comfort food would help him but it was worth a try.

" I think that will be great, thanks grandma."

Cynthia went over to Giratina with the clothes she picked out for him. She sat down next to him, and watched as his breathing had slowed considerably since the first moments of his transformation. She didn't say anything at first, just rubbed at his shoulder comfortingly. She knew he liked physical affection, having been without for so long. He leaned into it, eventually putting his head on her shoulder like he use to do. His head being a whole lot smaller than it was before. In his other form, she was often thrown back by him. As a human she could actually hold him now.

This was so strange and new. Before she couldn't read him very well, not even though body language because bodily wise his was so alien. She could only guess what his mood was by vocal tone. He had no mouth except when he opened his mandibles and the plates made only a crude looking sort of face but couldn't bend or distort like her's to emote. While it didn't affect her empathy toward him before all this, it did feel a little less than what she was feeling seeing him now. Those rusty red eyes were now set in such a human face, a very worried and lost one. It made her want to hug him, tell him she was here and she'd help him through this.

Knowing all this though, it made her feel bad because again, this was her human bias showing. Just like her choice in form for him. This whole situation was making her aware of that shortcoming now.

" How are you holding up?" She asked softly.

" I don't know. I really don't know how to process what I'm feeling right now."

Gosh even his voice was so human. It actually breathed, quivered and shook in ways his normal more ancient one didn't. It really hit her that this change wasn't so much physical as it was fundamentally changed. She felt terrible. Her choice to make him human stripped away his divinity, and she was sure that under those swirling emotions, that's exactly what he was feeling. That something very important was now missing.

" It's okay to not know how to feel, you're not alone. I'm here to help you, both me and grandma, okay?"

He knew this. He could trust her, even if she made a mistake like this, but he made the mistake of not speaking up. But that couldn't changed now, they'd figure something out, they always did. He turned toward the clothes she held. " These are for me?"

" Yeah, let's go to my room and get them on, huh?"

He slowly but successfully stood up on his own, and she led him to a room. But as she closed the door a thought hit her. Okay she got him in the room but now what? How much did he know about putting on clothes?

" Okay, uh, go ahead and take that off." She tried to keep her eyes above the waist as she brought out the first article of clothes. After this she'd be fine.

' Come on, Cynthia. You're an adult, it's not like you've never seen..." she thought, just as he let the coat fall to the ground. She couldn't avert her eyes fast enough. Oh damn. He was gorgeous. Holy shit. Did Arceus have to make him so attractive?

" Okay, um... just step into...er, maybe it's easier if you sat on the bed."

He looked around then did so, she immediately regretted it. This looked so wrong. She was grateful she locked the door because if her grandmother or anyone else came through at this very moment, they'd assume they walked into something very intimate. Cynthia was pretty sure she was blushing hard, but upon seeing Giratina she was surprised he was too. He had covered himself up again with the edge of a blanket.

" Prehaps it's best you explain what to do." He could barely make eye contact with her.

" I'm sorry, I'm drawing this out way too much. I feel like I shouldn't be so embarrassed but I am."

" I know. I'm aware that being like this is awkward for us both."

That was surprising to hear. She didnt think he understood the concept of nudity. It seemed his parent sure didn't with the way it took off. " I didn't think you knew about that."

" I'm not ignorant of it. I've watched humans for centuries and I'm aware of their customs." He looked at the underwear " That doesn't seem very difficult to put on, I'll try it out on my own."

" If you can put that on at least, I'll gladly help you out with the rest."

With that she turned her back to him, and with a little fiddling, he managed to get them on without trouble. " Alright."

She turned back to him. Okay now she could work with this. She took the rest of the clothing and helped slip it on in no time. Already Giratina was feeling more warm and comfortable. His nose also caught the scent of food in the other room.

" Mmm..that scent is familiar." He remembered it from long long ago, before the clans existed. When the ruins of Sinnoh where new.

" Those are my grandma's teganitai."

He blinked, and for the first time in hours he genuinely smiled upon hearing Celestian. " I haven't heard that language in so long. It's nostalgic."

" I wish I could speak it more fluently, my grandmother didn't really get to speak it much growing up either."

" I know it fluently, I could coach you."

" Really? That would be amazing!"

He tilted his head thoughtfully " We better get out here before your grandmother thinks we're doing something else."

Cynthia's jaw dropped. " Okay just how much do you know about human habits, Giratina?"

He smirked. " More than you think."

#pokemon fanfiction #cynthia and giratina #shippy

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eternalyoflife · 1 year

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Prequel

Are you sure this is a good idea ?

A voice resonated in the temple.

The darkness that was present all around was New. Not even the pure white of all the place could prevent it from existing. Not even the once white light could prevent it from embracing the two people in the room.

Clairvoyance you know we don't have a choice this shall happen. Twi was the prophecy.

The second voice said in a mixed language coming from the past.

I know, I know I'm the one who saw this Diviny but still... Rebirthing all of them in the same time ? Shall we not do it slowly, for the lamb might be overwhelmed.

Clairvoyance voice sounded again, making it heard from everywhere but only at one place. Anyone who would hear this would have went into insanity.

Diviny sighed making it clear, all was known from the start, the vision was created and the prophecy created.

This prophecy is quite important Clairvoyance. You for most shall feel connected to twi this was all. The lamb will not find them all at the same time. Twi shall be what Fate decide after.

Diviny spoke, always acting on what felt right. The voice sounded distorted for anyone who came across him talking, driving them in a sense of panic and pain.

Clairvoyance scoffed, anyone who'd come would known how annoyed their scoff sounded.

I think you forget the lamb is not death, at the very least not completely. His new godhood is literally Fate.

Diviny growled a bit in a distorted language after what Clairvoyance said.

I do know twas. So shall twi and I hide this.

Clairvoyance looked at Diviny like something horrible was told right now between the both.The multiple eyes wide opened looking directly at the other who just said something crazy.

Are you kidding ?..

Diviny just stood there looking at Clairvoyance.

You're serious... Do you even understand what you are trying to do ?! Meddling with the power of another god like that is dangerous ! To the point you could get banned from the pantheon ! Do you even understand the risk I'm taking by just being here in the temple of life with you !? Literally just after a prophecy from a just three seconds of a vision ? I should tell the others about it ! Heck even the lamb should be informed !

Clairvoyance voice sounded more powerful and grow in speech everytime, at each sentence said. Clairvoyance should not be here, should not have told Diviny this vision. Diviny knew this perfectly well. But this... Could be ruined by the higher gods of the pantheon if they were told. Which would not be good for any of the realms if the higher intervened.

Twas know the difficulty of Clairvoyance being here but twi shall inform that if none is done it will turn out broken. Twi know how hard it is and dangerous to tune out the power of another god but the lamb shall know this and come to the pantheon by twas when Fate does not come in reality.

Diviny turned around to the stone slate showing all the land of the Old Faith. Though this name is not used anymore or known in fact. It is used only by the one who became immortal or elders who seems to never die. If not by them only ruins or written papers are the last one using those words and stories for only the Historical group who seeks the past.

Twi shall seperate all of them, the rebirth of them shall not be known, all dispersed in own past Land of no memory. Shall they befell a curse, slavery, distressed, abuse is up to this world and Fate shall not be able to change this destiny of them.

Diviny finished to speak with a breathy sigh like it would cost greatly to talk louder. Clairvoyance watched the god hunched over the tablet and moved towards it too looking down on the land Fate was in charge of. The sigh from Clairvoyance sounded like one of defeat or maybe just acceptance would be the right choice.

Then may they survive till being found by the lamb. Fate. Shall their crowns turned black to white as the prophecy wished for this, destiny wished for this. And I Clairvoyance shall oblige thee.

The stone tablet glowed a bit dispersing the heavy darkness around it just for awhile. Diviny took the Spin of Choice out and let it turn around with the help of gathererd tears. The choices felt one by one, the place they shall be reborn at choosen and what family or not they will have.

Thee shall be done now before the higher finds twi.

Diviny looked at Clairvoyance and sighed letting the power seeping out from the suposed body form chosen by the wheel. An explosion of light happened all around the both. Lighting up the room previously so dark for just a moment before being dragged inside the slate again and stopping it's glorious glowing letting complete darkness in the fall again. Diviny and Clairvoyance both looked at eachother, exhausted from the powers used. Diviny turned again at the slate and breathed only a small distorted line.

May The New Faith created by Lambert succeed from all.

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Author rambling : 882 words ? Not the most I wrote but not the shortest either. Anyway hope you enjoyed the prequel of this AU, if you wish to read somewhere else, there is still Wattpad and Tumblr and Ao3. Choose which you prefer !

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl ???#original character #alternate universe #TheNewFaith

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db-reviews · 1 year

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#162 - Little Lucid Moments - Motorpsycho (2008)

After the highly ambitious album of Black Hole / Blank Canvas, Motorpsycho, 2 years later, would do hard work on their next outing, that being a highly prog rock sounding record that allowed to not only embrace their more progressive sentimentalities thoroughly, but also change entirely for the next half of their discography, and for the better, as for this record, Little Lucid Moments, they decided to go really big for what they wanted to do.

This album is composed of 4 really long songs, most notably the 21 minute epic of Suite: Little Lucid Moments, which comprises four parts that are all jams that intermingle within the band’s more progressive frontiers. I’d say all of these songs are crafted in such a way that no matter how many listens I go through with this album, I never get bored. I think the band going for a huge and more jammy sound that bands like Hawkwind, and Amon Duul II composed in the 70s lets this breathe an entirely new life into Motorpsycho that I felt was highly needed since Blissard, but also in a way that feels very Motoresque.

The highlight for this album, for me, is the big epic. Just how they can make such a jammy and free form song into this glorious suite that takes homage with psych rock, space rock, prog rock, and krautrock, and not only merge them together in a seriously impressive and vibrant way, but also for them to play some seriously complicated music for so long is just impressive. I just love how this band can shape their sounds in such creative ways. Hell, I think a jam of this caliber may be the source of inspiration for many neo-psych bands like King Gizzard and Thee Oh Sees, as both those bands would go on to create huge jam epics like The Dripping Tap and Henchlock.

The other three tracks of Year Zero, She Left on the Sun Ship, and The Alchemyst are also extremely good in what they do with a more heavy psych rock structure. Heck, I think Year Zero, at the beginning, has some post rock ideology within it that sounds very much like Mogwai or Don Caballero. It just shows the band is more than a proggy psych rock band from Norway as they can do many more genres too.

There are some artists that slowly change their sounds to where their old one is non-existent, but I think Motorpsycho really does a good job in making their records feel entirely new whilst also showcasing their love for their more heavier sounds of the past. Little Lucid Moments shows that in spades, and shows that, while the band is away from their more grunge ideals of Lobotimizer and Demon Box, they are still the band to go for when you want those big meaty chords, or those powerful jams. It is the band’s first ultimatum of a record since Timothy’s Monster, and I think it is an essential record for any psych and prog rock fan. It may not be the longest in terms of tracklisting, but each song is their own gold mine of beautiful rubies and diamonds for you to spelunk your way through.

5/5

#music review #album review #progressive rock #rock #psychedelic rock #krautrock #motorpsycho

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ravetaper · 1 year

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DJ Hoschi Live at Encore - New Years Eve 1997/1998 - Los Angeles

This is a 48-minute audio recording of DJ Hoschi live set at Encore New Years Eve rave in Los Angeles, recorded on December 31, 1997, at the National Orange Show Complex, in San Bernadino, California, near Los Angeles. The set began around 2:00 am the following morning.

Rave Tapes · DJ Hoschi - Encore NYE 1997-1998

This one is for the rave historians.

New Years Eve, 1997-1998. There was a rave at the National Orange Show, outside Los Angeles. (It's the same venue where Insomniac currently holds its larger LA events.) The event was called Encore.

The big, out-of-town, headliner was DJ Hoschi. This is a recording of his set. It's hard driving techno, very representative of the sound at the time.

Early in the recording, organizer Reza Gerami can be heard introducing Hoschi and wishing everyone a happy new year.

I don't know much about Hoschi. I know there are Hoschi vinyls on Discogs. I know fellow archivist DrumAddict shared a DJ Hoschi live set from 1995, recorded in Chicago.

I also know is this recording is excellent and deserves to be shared. The sound quality is about as good as it comes from that era. The balance between the mixer line-in and the audience mic is perfect.

Note: the distortion heard at the start of the recording is intentional - it's part of the opening track!

The selection and mixing is pro-level. Although the set contained no recognizable anthems, it more than satisfied a typical raver's requirements: the beats are hard, the transitions are smooth, and the vibe is undeniably underground.

Chronologically, this happened nearly 25 years ago! It's somewhat surreal to listen back and imagine what the heck we were doing back then.

I vaguely remember huddling by the side of the stage, studying the bouncing needles on my Realistic mixer, pressing my headphones into my ears, trying desperately to determine if the ratio between mixer feed and live mic was good.

I have more recordings from this night, but it might take some effort to figure out who played which set. I didn't take as many notes that night as I usually did. Amazingly, one of the promoters shared a scan of the lineup/schedule on a certain Facebook group. So it might be possible for me to work backwards and identify the sets of the other deejays. Other names on the lineup: T-1000, Woody McBride 2x4 Ben Ross, Hyperactive, among beloved locals Thee-O, Jimmy, Lenny V, Xpando, Jason Blakemore (DJ Trance), and Steve Loria. However, I recall at least once that night someone accidentally kicked out an extension cord, which cut the power to my gear. So I'm not sure yet if any of the other sets are complete and shareable.

Flyers from Encore New Years Eve Rave 1997/1998 Los Angeles

I'm including copies of the flyers from Encore. These are examples of some of the genre-defining artwork put out by LA graphic designer Chipmonk Grafx / Tim Hungerford. I'd include a link to the Chipmonk Grafx website, but the original URL is currently showing page not found.

Encore New Years Eve 1997/1998 rave flyer version 1 by Chipmonk Grafx / Tim Hungerford.

Encore New Years Eve 1997/1998 rave flyer version 2 by Chipmonk Grafx / Tim Hungerford.

Encore New Years Eve 1997/1998 rave flyer version 3 by Chipmonk Grafx / Tim Hungerford.

Encore New Years Eve 1997/1998 rave flyer newsprint version by Chipmonk Grafx / Tim Hungerford.

Encore New Years Eve 1997/1998 rave talent lineup and schedule.

#hoschi #dj hoschi #encore #new years eve #1998 #los angeles #rave tapes

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maisietheweltoncow · 2 years

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My guide to Yorkshire slang (because I'm bored and if I see the arctic monkeys stans doing it wrong again I'm gonna cry):

settee: sofa/couch

owt: anything

nowt: nothing

anall: as well

ta: thanks

put wood in't 'ole: shut the door

lad: boy

lass: girl

mardy: mad, in a mood

be reyt: basically means be alright but we use it in any sense if something goes wrong

summat: something

ey up: just a greeting

chuffin': sort of like a swear word but not- you use it to express annoyance e.g. "chuffin' 'ell"

butty: bap, sandwich, whatever u wanna call bread

lug 'ole: basically ear but it's mostly used when parents say "you'll get a clip roun' t' lu 'ole"

tha'nos: you know (bit of a general definition but it'll do)

thee, tha, thou: you e.g. "does tha' want owt from t' chippy?"

'ow do: how do ya do, but it's not a literal question

'eck/eckers: basically replaces 'heck' e.g. "did 'e 'eck!" is a statement of disbelief

cunt: couldn't (I know, but there's no other way I can write it)

wunt: wouldn't

shunt: shouldn't

dunt: doesn't

sup wier: what's up with you (usually asked when someone looks upset or annoyed)

arse end: middle of nowhere

gander: to look e.g. "let's 'ave a gander"

monk on: when someone's being arsy (you usually only hear old white men saying this about their wives though)

reyt/reyt good: really good

ta'ra: see you later/bye

si'thi: see you later

tha sen/me sen: yourself/myself e.g. "I've 'it me sen on't 'ead"

We also drop the letter 'H' and 'T', so have becomes 'ave and that becomes tha' (make sure you're replacing them with a glottal stop thought, else you sound weird

we also don't use the word 'the' very often. So "I'm going to the shop" becomes "I'm off t' shop"

I'm also sounds more like 'am'

#there's loads more but i can't be arsed rn have fun with this lmao #arctic monkeys #cos it's for the AM fans ngl #i can't give guidance on pronunciation unless u ask me #but trust me they don't sound like what you think they do #yorkshire slang #Yorkshire

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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hiya franky!! this is actually rlly exciting i can't wait lmfao! congrats on 2k my lovely!!! ✨

Nickname: star

Door Number: random number generator!! (i'm feeling d e v i l i s h👹)

What will you be wearing on the date? casual clothes mainly, i don't have anything too formal in my wardrobe plus i'm not really too focused on my appearance lol. so like, maybe a tank top, cardigan, jeans and sneakers.

Booze or sober?: sober! i don't like drinking unless it's a very special occasion.

Your ideal first date: stargazing OR sunbathing!

Three personality traits about you: i can be creative when provoked (sounds like a threat, that's bc it is 🤠), i'm quick to calm myself down when i'm angry, but when i'm scared it's a completely different situation. also i can be energetic!!

Three things you look for in a partner: i don't mind the height, as long as they love me i don't really mind. they have to have patience and understanding, that's definitely important. it would be nice if they shared the same interests as i do, but i'm not too fussy :)

Thee dislikes: anybody judgemental. i don't like anyone who judges me because that shit hurts and i end up crying and hating them so uhh...anyway- i don't like anyone with anger issues, i know that they can't help it but bc of some minor traumas i kinda just...don't want that. as for the third dislike...anyone full of themselves. i get that they love themselves and that's great but that could get too much at times.

✨😌✨

Thank you so much and I hope you have fuuun <3

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You just chill on the sofa and look at your phone, not worried, you feel comfortable so you’re feeling good. You just hope the person wouldn’t be an asshole, don’t need any short-tempered people who will judge you for being in simple clothes. The door knocks and you pick yourself up from the sofa and head over.

You open the door to see…

- Killer watches the door open and nods to you in greeting.

- He’s wearing jeans with holes up the front, a band T-shirt in a tatty state, a leather jacket that looks like it’s been worn consistently for years, a black face mask and dark shades.

- You don’t care he looks scruffy, he looks comfortable and like himself.

- “Where are we going?” You asked as you notice the sun is already setting, you knew it would be a late date but you feel it would limit things to do.

- You hoped it wasn’t some fancy restaurant, you weren’t dressed for it and you didn’t need people looking at you.

- Then again, Killer wasn’t dressed for it either.

- “I’m Star, I like your jacket by the way.”

- “Killer, and thanks, I think I got it from a thrift store like five years ago?” he shrugged and gave you the thumbs up as ‘ready to go?’ which you did in response.

- Walking with him to the sidewalk you noticed he rode a motorcycle.

- That didn’t surprise you from a man dressed like that and with a name like that.

- Checked out.

- You were handed a helmet and were glad you weren’t wearing something fancy and over the top now.

- You were nervous as heck, Killer didn’t look like the sort of person who would adhere to road safety but he was surprisingly a very good driver.

- You watched the world zoom by as the sunset tinged the world around you in golden glows.

- It was dark before he parked up somewhere, you were worried he might casually murder you because you were out in the middle of nowhere.

- You realised it was one of the big parks just outside the town.

- “Going out in the dark with a man named Killer, was that a good idea?” You asked with a laugh.

- He chuckled as he removed his shades.

- He opened the back of the bike up, getting out a few things including a battery-powered lantern. He threw a blanket at you to catch, which you didn’t’

- He didn’t seem to react though, saying anything as he carried the rest of the things.

- Killer helped you set out the blanket and he soon opened a bag he’d brought.

- “I made pasta, I thought a picnic would be a good idea, I don’t like busy or crowded places for dates.”

- You nodded and thought he was a thoughtful man.

- You admired his long blond hair and scruffy beard that he showed off noe you guys were eating.

- You didn’t learn a lot about Killer as you both talked over the food he’d made, enjoying the peaceful night and the stars overhead.

- But he was nice, polite and you even got him to chuckle at a few things.

- The drive home was just as nice, you felt more at ease on the back of his bike this time.

- He got you home and handed you a little plastic container “You said you liked it so, thought you’d like to have this as a snack tomorrow or something.”

- You smiled, Killer looked all edges but he was soft and thoughtful.

- “Thank you, I had a nice night!”

- “Me too, so yeah, see ay around.” He said with a nod, a wave.

REBLOG to going to go on a second date and return Killer’s Tupperware? Or going to steal it and hide it under the sink and never call him again?

#one piece x reader #2k event #blind date event

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bling101 · 2 years

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I don’t need to know your name

NSFW

“Yeah, Max! Shake that ass!” Tyson was getting turnt in the club, body moving like liquid next to his friend Max. He laughed out loud when the blonde did a pretty good imitation of Megan Thee Stallion. Max got wild when he drank. Tyson put his hands in the air and swayed his hips from side to side amidst the throng of people in the club. It was pretty crowded that Friday. Ming-Ming was putting on a show later. Most of the guys must have come here for that.

“Hey, Maxie, I’m pretty thirsty,” said Tyson, tapping his friend on the shoulder.

“What?” Max cupped a hand around his ear, straining to hear him over the music.

“I’m thirsty,” Tyson wrapped a hand around his own throat. “I’m gonna grab a drink!”

Max frowned, not quite understanding him but nodding nevertheless.

Tyson shot him a thumbs up and made his way over to the bar, swimming through a bunch of flailing arms and twerking booties to do so.

He sighed when he reached the counter and asked the bartender for his favourite. Someone touched the small of his back right then, making him jump. He turned to look around, snaking a hand to his own back to touch the spot.

There was a man before him. A very handsome man at that. Dark eyes, chiseled jaw, beautiful proportions. Tyson felt his cock stir a bit in his tight jeans. “Hi” he said, because it was rude to dumbly stare at a person.

“Hi” the man replied, his pretty mouth parting to elicit the richest of sounds. God, his voice was so deep. Tyson felt his knees grow weak. He wanted to hear more of that velvety sound. He waited with bated fucking breath. May be he had his expectations too high because the guy destroyed all of it when he asked, without a hint of sarcasm, “Would you like to fuck?”

Tyson’s mouth fell open. “What?”

“I think you heard me,” said the guy, and okay wow, he was arrogant. And fucking rude.

“Really?” asked Tyson, raising a brow. “You’re not even going to buy me a drink?”

The dude’s gaze shot to the counter, where his glass of Strawberry Fantasy sat. “You’ve already got one,” he said.

“Haha, okay, smartass,” Tyson muttered, letting his eyes roam over the guy for some inventorying. Expensive-looking watch and suit, hair like it was styled by professionals, so he was probably fucking loaded. That explained the haughtiness.

“Is that a yes?” asked the man.

Tyson pressed his lips together and stared at him. Ow, what the heck. He was looking for a good lay and this guy seemed like he had a big dick so the answer was: “I guess”

o - o - o

“Oh!” he moaned out loud as he got railed into the bed. The guy was over him, one hand on Tyson’s wrist, the other on his hip as he rammed into his prostate again and again. He tried to hold onto the bed post for purchase but his attempts were thwarted. His foot slipped off his waist where he was trying to hook it around him.

He forgot words. Letters. Fucking syllables. He couldn’t remember his own name. God damn, who was this guy?

He held Tyson close. He wrapped his strong arms around him and picked him up from the bed and Tyson lost his mind when he started fucking him like that. Him on his knees. Tyson in his arms. He had his own hands looped around his head, and he thought, “God,

God, I’ve never been fucked this way before.”

And he had a body count of over a hundred.

He kissed him. His tongue tasted like vodka and cigarette smoke. His stubble scratched along Tyson’s jaw as he fucked him with his tongue and his dick. His hole felt stretched to the brim. Tyson felt the pleasure everywhere in his body. “Mmm” he moaned into his mouth, fingers locked behind his neck.

They changed positions again.

He didn’t talk or say much to Tyson, he simply gripped his hips and fucked him hard enough to blind him. He did smile a couple times. Once when he pushed into Tyson’s body and they both felt their brains liquify a little. And another when Tyson came around him, clenching hard and head dropping back as time stopped for a few minutes.

They kissed throughout, wanting to connect every part of their bodies together. Tyson grinned when the guy finally came inside him with one last thrust. He groaned into his neck, fingers bruising on his hips. Tyson could feel his cum fill him up. He wrapped his legs around him and hugged him close. He kept moving, till he’d worked himself dry in his ass.

They shared one more passionate kiss after, then the man rolled off of him and told him he could leave. Tyson took that as his cue and left, but not before stopping by the door and asking, “Will we see each other again?”

He was lying on the bed on his back, sheets tangled around his legs and hips. Eyes closed. Expression sated. “No” he said. And Tyson felt a little sad. He would have liked to experience that again. Touch skies and float on clouds.

“Well, thanks for a great night,” he said with a smile even though he wasn’t looking at him and stepped out, closing the door softly.

o - o - o

Tyson nearly dropped the tray he was holding when he saw him sitting at the table he was serving. "Fuck" he cursed under his breath, righting the coffee cups on the tray. "Fuck, what do I do?"

He was just as handsome in bright lights as he had been under the neon lights of the club.

Tyson threw a look toward his manager and saw him staring at him quizzically. "Fuck" he hissed again, turning around and deciding that it was best to serve and pretend he didn't recognize him.

He walked forward and placed the tray gingerly on the table, before picking up a cup and placing it in front of the man who had fucked him senseless less than a week ago.

Tyson held his breath as the guy looked up from his phone and glanced at the coffee. Then his gaze lifted and he tilted his chin up. His eyes met Tyson's and held.

His heart skipped a whole beat.

He saw the glint of recognition in his dark eyes, but that was it. His gaze dropped away, his attention returning to his phone, and Tyson breathed out. He served the customer sitting across him and picked up his tray and marched back with blood rushing in his ears.

When Tyson stepped out for a break fifteen minutes later, he didn't expect to bump into the man again. "Hi" he said then, his heart thundering in his chest as he shuffled back in a rush. His cigarette fell out of his hand.

The guy stooped to pick it up for him.

Tyson accepted it with a thank you and a blush high on each of his cheeks.

He didn't step back right after handing the cigarette to Tyson, he lingered in his space for a beat.

Tyson's hands shook.

"Would you like to come back to my place this Friday?" he asked.

Tyson's breath caught in his throat. "I don't even know your name," he said.

"Kai" he answered nonchalantly and Tyson nodded.

"Okay" He licked his lips and tried out the name on his tongue. "Kai" It tasted sharp. Like it could cut him. But it felt right.

"Friday?" Kai prompted.

Tyson nodded again, feeling his heart soar.

"Good"

"Don't you want to know my name?" he asked, folding the cigarette in half between his fingers.

"No" said Kai. "It's best if we didn't share personal information with each other."

He'd said it like...He'd said it like he was planning to see him after this Friday too. Like they were going to make this a thing.

He couldn't hold back his smile. "Okay" he said and it was a promise.

Kai nodded, his gaze lingering on Tyson's face for a second longer, then he turned and walked away.

#its a fic idea #future fic #was just testing it out #wanted to write it a little so i wrote it #what now?#tyka #beyblade #full fic in 2022?#i dont know #lets not make promises #au

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moosoobi · 3 years

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Revelation

In the night: Chapter 1

T.Jeffy- Hamilton: the musical

Thomas’s interest in Y/N pulls him into a position he was previously blind to. They say every girl’s another mystery, but definitely not like this. Buckle your seatbelt Tommy, you’re in for a ride

Finally finished the first part of ITN (which is ironic since the moment I wrote this message I still haven’t finished it). I really hope I’m able to bring this story to life the way I want to and I hope y’all enjoy 😔💕. Here’s some stuff to expect:

Told from Thomas’s POV

Modern Au

College talk even though I’m literally in my second year of high school (so please bear with me)

Ruh roh moments

Sorta weird POV/storytelling (I’m new to writing fics and stuff so this is definitely a learning opportunity) Also excuse my English errors: Though this is my only language, my school system seemed to fail in teaching me how to write

Word count: 6.7k (including separators)

2 DISCLAIMERS:

TW: itty bitty angst, themes of injury/blood, etc.

I’m not the best story writer, so after reading this chapter you may have many questions. Please keep in mind that this is one chapter out of (about) 10. Things that you may not understand in this chapter will most likely be explained in future chapters.

-Now Playing: In The Night by The Weeknd-

My God, she’s perfect

The way the sunlight reflects off of her glass skin. The sincerity in every word, every letter that she writes with her only pencil. To be that flawless, it’s a mystery to me. She takes a glance at me. Did she feel me staring? I duck down my head in embarrassment.

“Jefferson, you oughta put that scholarship to good use”

Professor Washington boomed to the entire class. I hear a fragment of her giggle. Her laugh is soft and naïve. I couldn't help but smile at the sound of her happiness.

Washington is right, though. It's my first semester after I came back from my student exchange program over in France and I can already feel my sanity slipping. France was a beauty to visit, so many customs and cultures I wish I could be flourished in right now.

But there was one thing great about going to school in New York: I get to sit in a classroom with Y/N L/N.

I’ve never talked to her formally, at least not yet. She’s always sitting alone, never answers any questions, but Professor Washington makes the class acknowledge her perfect test scores and fascinating interpretations

As the bell rings I watch her stand swiftly. Is she in a rush? I can't help but watch as her hair is flung over her shoulder. She stuffs her notebooks and singular pencil into her burgundy-magenta backpack. Hey, at least she has good taste in color.

I don’t think you understand

She sits alone everyday during lunch, yet she never looks bothered. Her energy is so compelling to me. A feeling about her that I cannot comprehend, something that feels greater than my existence. I just got to know.

“Thomas, you gotta work on staring at people less noticeable” James catches my attention by pointing his fork a little too close to my face.

I was staring? Again?

I shake my head to snap back to reality

“The great Thomas Jefferson is interested in someone for longer than 30 seconds. I gonna be honest with you Thom, that’s impressing”

I hear James laugh as he violently stabs a few pieces of pasta onto his fork.

James has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We went to the same middle and high school down in Virginia, and just coincidentally ended up going to the same college in New York.

We’re always there for each other. I remember cheering for him at a high school assembly after he won a story writing challenge, he’s such a nerd. Then again, he had to drive me home a couple of times after I failed multiple driving tests.

Back in high school, James was the Chess Club Champion, a title he always shoved down my throat. It’s no secret why, though. He’s really good at thinking things through, While I on the other hand tend to dive headfirst into the abyss.

“Shut it James” I sarcastically retort, taking a sip of the expensive chocolate milk which my scholarship supposedly pays for

Hey, can I sit here?

I talked to her during class. Her voice is angelic: Now, I’m not one to be religious and all, but that voice could get me on my knees praying for forgiveness. My ego couldn’t get me anywhere at all, as if she already knew my tactics, she knew my flirts, and how? I guess it just adds to her mystery.

“C'mon! that one works every time!” I whine

“Don't be so full of yourself Jefferson, I’ve heard them all before” A smile danced across her face

She did, however, laugh at some of my remarks. It's good to know that she has a sense of humor. My jokes of Professor Washington’s shiny, bald head. The jokes of Professor Washington’s assistant, John Adams, who’s suspiciously absent considering he signed up for this job.

Heck, I would even make fun of myself if it meant I got to hear that graceful laugh one more time- actually, that might be a little too far.

Many days of giggling in class came after that day. I can see her starting to open up to my friends and I, like she’s spreading her wings and showing us the greatness that lies behind the social wall that she put up years ago. Even when we got in trouble for a little too much giggling in the back of the class, I sacrificed my own pride so she didn’t have to. Yes, I, Thee Thomas Jefferson, did that.

---

Even though I could see the social wall she put up, I knew one day Y/n would fall for my charming pick up lines, or maybe I just happened to have a lucky day:

“Y/N I need some a some help with my math homework”

Y/N glances over to me in concern. I fake a scared expression.

“Quick!” I swiftly grab her shoulder and shake her “What’s your phone number?”

She playfully smacks my arm

---

Obtaining her number felt like a rite of passage, like I’m important to her, like she wants me in her life. I couldn’t stop smiling that day, and of course James just had to make a comment on it.

“Thomas, if you keep smiling like that I’m going to start thinking that your sick or something”

James said as he shut my laptop, tired of waiting for me to pack my things.

“Now that's REAL ironic coming from you, James”

I raised an eyebrow as my laugh begins to come up my throat. I take my closed laptop and shove it somewhere into my backpack.

“Okay, leaving for a month in sophomore year just because of a little fever doesn’t make ‘being sick’ as part of my trade mark”

James playfully smacked the back of my head. Thankfully, my curls serve as protection, not just to make me sinfully handsome. James and I walk out of the freezing lecture hall and were hit with the crisp-coldness of New York.

To the right of me I catch a glimpse of that eye catching burgundy-magenta backpack as it’s thrown into the trunk of a shiny, expensive car. My feet keep its motion as my head turns to see Y/N standing at the door of the car.

“Yo, is that Y/N?” I hear James whisper behind me “and who’s that?”

My attention is suddenly drawn to the tall man walking around the car to open her door. His curly hair is pulled into a small bun and the smile he had on his face broke apart the stubble on his jaw. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“I’m just as clueless as you are”

Keeping my glance on Y/N and the man, I watch as the man opens the door for her. My stomach turns as I watch Y/N smile back at him as she sits in the car.

For a split second, I swear I saw her shoot a soft glance at me. My feet almost stop in their tracks before I feel James’ hand yank me onto another pathway.

“I’m all for you being head over heels, but we’re gonna be late to our study session with Angie”

Reality starts to set back into my head.

“Right, lets dip.”

---

“So little Tommy is Infatuated with this woman?”

Angie’s eyes are piercing, and her luscious hair frames her face in a saintly manner. She slips off her baby pink coat to ease into her library seat. Her eyebrow raises as she takes a sip of her steaming coffee

Of course James wouldn’t shut his mouth, especially around the notorious Angelica Schuyler.

Angie’s pretty popular here, I find myself wondering why she has so many connections, yet it’s not just any reason(s) why she seems to be in the spotlight.

1: She’s the oldest Schuyler. Her last name definitely got her places, not like I’m one to talk. Everyone seems to know her, not just at school, but all around New York City, and with her 5,000 Instagram followers, her first name’s starting to catch up with her last name in popularity

2: Angie’s Daddy has money money. And that’s no secret when she decides to walk around campus with her designer handbags and shoes. I tend to think she always gets what she wants, but I know deep down, she’s never gonna be satisfied. Maybe it’s just a side effect of growing up with a silver spoon in your mouth

And finally,

3: Miss Schuyler here is Bold. She’s never afraid to put both me and James in our place. It’s almost as if she can’t be touched by anyone’s thoughts of her, then again the gossip in NYC is terribly insidious. With such grace and respect, Angelica is not afraid to throw your opinion into the ground.

“Yeah I swear, Jefferson would’ve gotten run over if I didn’t pull him onto the pathway” James attempted to tone down his laugh so the librarian wouldn’t stab him with those old, sharp eyes

“She-...”

For the first time, I didn’t know how to recoil

“..Just caught me off guard.”. In an attempt to change the topic, I flipped through the pages of his textbook.

Angelica and James shared an astonished glance at Thomas before looking at each other. I could hear James shrug and flipping open his textbook. I lift my head as I hear Angelica dig through her bag

“Alright let’s get started” Angie claps her hands together with determination

—-

It’s been 2 hours of studying in the ghostly library. Unfortunately, I can’t avoid the talk forever.

“Hey Thomas, why don’t you invite her to our next study session?”

Angelica smirked as she rudely shut my laptop. I desperately imagine the day where both James and Angelica leave me alone. I angrily glare up at her, but she has a good idea

“Actually, that’s not to bad of an idea” I ponder for a moment before retrieving my phone from my pocket

Thomas: Hey Y/N, u free this week?

Hmm. Is this okay? Nah it’s too straight forward. I sigh as I deleted and retyped the message

Thomas: Greetings Ms. L/N, this is Mr. Jefferson from class. Would you delight me by partaking in a study session?

What the heck Jefferson? I began to get frustrated from this nonsense. It’s just a text, why am I getting so anal over it?

Thomas: Hey Y/N, ds@insdas/19z7dnesdc-

Angelica, who was watching me the entire time, snatched the phone from my hands. I attempted to protest, yet Angelica Schuyler knows how to hold her ground.

“Angie wh-”

“I’ll do you a favor, Jefferson.” She said sternly. There was no way I was getting that phone back, heck, I would be lucky if I got it back in one piece

“Aaaaand sent!” I heard her squeal

Angelica suddenly tossed the phone to me and I fumbled it between my hands before I held it stably. I check to see the text that Angelica sent from my phone

Thomas: Hey this is Thomas from class, wanna come study with us at the library sometime?

Oh. It was that easy.

“Thanks Angie��

I shove my phone back in my pocket. Part of me was excited to have an excuse to text Y/N, yet I do wonder how awkward it would be if she rejected the offer. I mean, she already has the perfect grades, why would she need the extra help?

I start to rethink my decision.

—-

It wasn’t until 11 pm at night until I got a reply from Y/N. Beforehand, I arrived at my apartment around 8 pm. As soon as my door shut, the room was filled with growls indicating my current problem: hunger. That could only be solved with one solution: microwavable mac and cheese.

My phone dinged while I was laying motionless on my bed. My apartment was right next to the street, and all I could hear was the busy streets of New York City.

My eyes opened as I turned to my charging phone.

Y/N: yeah I’m down :) just send a time and place and I’ll be on my way

I was filled with joy, so much that I couldn’t wait another second to reply.

Thomas: Alright, we meet at the library after our class. Can you make it?

Seeing the three dots jump melodically made my stomach feel as if two fairies were dancing throughout my body. Any second now, any second. ding!

Y/N: sounds good!

I guess it’s settled, I get to hang out with the puzzling Y/N L/N, and maybe I’ll get to learn a bit more about her. But just because it’s a study session doesn’t mean I can’t show her what a southern gentleman looks like, and for the first time, I’m so excited to study

---

James, Y/N, and I walk out of professor Washington’s class, laughing our asses off over some stupid joke. Everyone around us appears to be annoyed, especially with having to sit through almost two hours of my friends and I laughing in the back of the class, but it’s not like I care.

Once we’re hit by the bitter cold of New York, my eyes are immediately drawn to that expensive car. So familiar and so faint in head, the memory of Y/N smiling as she hopped into his car replays in my brain.

“I’ll be back guys”

Y/N excuses herself from the group before lightly jogging to the car. Her hair was graceful in the wind, and her burgundy-magenta backpack didn’t seem to weigh her down at all. For a split second, my brain acknowledges that mysterious man in the driver’s seat. There was a moment of awkward eye contact with him, his cold eyes pierced through me before my attention was drawn back to Y/N. She fixes her hair and jacket.

That was cute.

What?

James and I watch Y/N before turning to each other. I suggest to James that we wait for her, show a little southern hospitality. Even though Y/N seems to be fond of this man, he gives off a mysterious vibe similar to Y/N’s, but I do not want to unravel that mystery at all.

Seeing him throw a smirk at Y/N causes discomfort in my stomach.

Y/N comes prancing back to us, an embarrassed smile on her face. Behind her, that shiny, expensive car begins to drive away.

“My bad, I forgot to tell my roommate that I would be out late”

“That’s your roommate?” James asks, attempting to hide his curiosity and shock

“and he takes you home after class?” I interrupt briefly

Y/N nervously laughs before nodding “something like that, he just..”

That pause was a little too long

“..doesn’t like me out of the house too late so he volunteers to drive me home all the time”

I shrug it off before jumping at the feeling of James’ warm hands pulling Y/N and I to the direction of the library. Y/N and I look at him with confusion

“What? Angie doesn’t like when we’re late, remember?” James says, practically dragging us to the Library

—-

“Nice to meet you”

Angelica and Y/N got along pretty well. I can tell Angie was happy to finally have a girl to hangout with rather than having to deal with me and James only. She’s already starting to resemble a sisterly figure to Y/N, then again, growing up with two sisters must’ve prepared Angie for this moment.

I don’t hear much about the other Schuylers, but I am familiar with them. Angelica is the oldest, as we know. Her first sister, Eliza Sch- I’m pretty sure she got married, is the nicest person you’ll meet. Whoever won her surely must be worthy, because we all know people like me wouldn’t get anywhere near Eliza thanks to her older sister. Her youngest sister, Margarita Peggy Schuyler, is just like Angelica.

Stubborn. As. Fuck.

I’m confident that Angelica has taught her that philosophy since she was born. Anyway, Peggy is currently living her dreams in Southern California. Not sure what she does, but I’m sure she’s financially stable, she is a Schuyler after all.

All of us struggle to not annoy the librarian, let alone the entire library. I watch as Y/N opens up, just a little more, to Angelica, James, and I.

Hours pass as we clown around in the library. From actually completing class work to a small drawing competition between James and I, I was certainly having a good time, and so was everyone else.

It was pleasing to see Y/N more laid back rather than how she acts in class. In front of Professor Washington she’s so ‘put together’ and organized, but surrounded by her friends she’s such an amazing person, her range in professionalism and humor is astounding.

I can’t seem to ignore the fact that Angelica notices the way I look at Y/N. It’s definitely not in my strong suit to be ‘low key’, I’m known for dramatic entrances and stealing the spotlight. She smiles when I make eye contact with her, and I’m pretty sure it’s just her way of annoying me, but I can’t help the way I look at Y/N. She really is an angel sent down from heaven, disguised as a college student, and I’m just lucky enough to be her friend.

I’m blind to her flaws. When I see her, I feel like a tourist glancing at the Mona Lisa, memorizing every curve of her face, the way her hair falls around her shoulders, and the way the library lighting reflects off of her glowing skin.

What felt like a sledgehammer breaking a slab of fragile glass, I see Y/N’s phone light up. Even across the table I can read the word “Lafayette” off of her phone. I can’t lie, it surely sounds familiar.

When she finally noticed her phone flash on, I feel her ease turn into worry, and it definitely didn’t go unnoticed by James, Angie, and I. She starts to pack away her books

“My bad guys, I really gotta go”

Y/N said notably panicking. Her phone flashes once again, yet the only thing that seems to catch my eyes is the bold “7:30” spread across the top of her phone.

“Are you okay by yourself?” I asked, trying my best not to pry into her business

“Yeah, my roommates here to pick me up, I don’t want to make him wait” she tried to play it off, but I’m learning to see right through her

“Alright, see you next time Y/N” I shrug it off

She sends my friends and I a quick smile before replying

“for sure”

Angelica and James got back to work without saying a word, and I could tell they were waiting until she was gone to start teasing me. I eased back into my chair before flipping the pages of my notebook

I watched as she shoved open the library door and disappeared into the darkness. She’s such a mystery, when I feel like she’s opening up, she just shuts the door and we’re back at square one. Though I do claim to love a good challenge, Y/N L/N, I will never understand you.

—-

And that’s when it started. It wasn’t just one time where 7:30 was Y/N magic number, oh no, it was oddly consistent. I’m convinced that Y/N is some variation of Cinderella; her polite attitude and the beautiful little things she does without acknowledging it all vanish when the clock strikes 8:00, but that’s just one of many theories made by James.

Another study session with James and Angelica, and Y/N’s flashing screen still compelled Y/N to leave the library without a trace. On some occasions we don’t even notice her escape, we just turn to see her seat empty and feel the faint wind from outside as the library door slowly closes.

One day Angie bought us all tickets to see the preview to the newest, scariest movie I’ve ever watched. I was accompanied by Y/N, James, and Angie, yet their presences made it worse. Halfway through the bucket of popcorn and the movie, Y/N suddenly stood up and left after saying those 5 words. Before she left, I felt the warmth of her hands leave the place on my arm.

I never knew how addicting her warmth would be until it was already gone.

“Sorry guys, I gotta go” The weak smile on her face instantly resonated feelings of sympathy and understanding.

From then on, Y/N and I grew closer as friends. We’d fool around at a local park before heading to campus, obviously sparking a few observations and remarks from James. I’d invite her to fancy dinners, or maybe even a small festival down the road from my apartment, yet her response would always be proven false at the moment she’d leave me and my thoughts at 7:30.

But that hasn’t stopped me from attempting to hang out with her. Even on the days I wouldn’t have class with her we’d go out and get ice cream, study at the park, I guess you can say we’ve gone on a few ‘dates’ since our initial study session.

Whenever we’re apart, I can feel every second expanding to its maximum capacity of time. I wouldn’t see her for a day and it will already feel like years since I’ve seen her. The days I do see her, time seems to maneuver a little too fast. When I recall hanging out with Y/N, all I can imagine is the feeling of floating above the clouds every time she and I made physical contact. Like a rock being dropped into still water, ever touch ripples throughout my body, sending shivers down my spine.

Truly incredible.

—-

She doesn’t like to talk about her personal life, and I find that quite odd. I’m usually one to continue rambling every detail of every trait of mine, yet I find myself yearning to learn more about her.

We text every now and then when we’re outside of class, a little more to be considered ‘just friends’. There’s always a story which unravels just a little more of Y/N’s past, and she’s left me on my own to connect the dots. I must say, she’s definitely an interesting gal, but I know there’s more to discover.

She’s a native New Yorker, born and raised, surviving by splitting an intense rent with her mysterious room mate. Y/N doesn’t talk much of her family, other than faint memories of her mother single handedly raising her and her little brother, who I’m fairly unaware of.

Going into college undecided, Y/N describes her want to learn more about herself before she’s able to make any life determining choices. I’ve noticed that her schedule seems like a labyrinth avoiding life problems and obstacles, so perhaps being placed in the same class coincidentally was just fate playing its part.

Y/N loves to explain her dream for workless weekends, moments in the week where she just gets to sit back, close her eyes, and breathe a little. With finals starting to appear from thin air, I can’t blame her for a dream so far from reality.

Even with the knowledge I hold of her, something never seems to change: her disappearances at 7:30.

It’s always that damn 7:30.

7:30--the cliffhanger your favorite show leaves you desiring for more

the end of a fun night of laughter and glee, wishing it lasted just a little longer

the off-set energy in a room when those around you know something you don’t.

As days, weeks, and months pass since my first text proposal to hang out at the library, Y/N and I become a little closer than just friends. It’s been obvious, especially to James and Angie, that Y/N is more than capable of holding my attention.

Though James is worried that Y/N will just become ‘another girl’ to me, concerning my tomcat nature in the past, he can see the potential I see in her. I find myself wishing I did spend more time with her, maybe I just need to make a better effort.

I’ll prove James and Angie wrong.

Filled with determination and confidence, in the midst of my silent room, I whip out my phone and direct my attention towards forming a text message for Y/N

Thomas: let’s get coffee sometime?

Jefferson charm, don’t fail me now.

---

Before I knew it, Y/N and I were feasting on exotic cheeses and aged wine in my New York apartment. I hit play on a random romcom which helps to fill the emptiness in my apartment and ironically the thin space between Y/N and I.

I have no idea how to make my move. Though I’m not aware of my competition, I imagine if Y/N could attract someone of My caliber, I should be well aware of the things she’s capable of. Originally I planned to court her-- I know, I know, I’m a man of tradition--yet after James caught on to my recognizable frustration, He suggested I go for it.

This is surprising on multiple occasions, especially since James possesses the ‘brains’ between the both of us. Being the chess club champion, ‘talk’ won’t aid you when you're struggling in a chess match. Just like how he meticulously plays chess, he examines my situation and provides his Virginian insight, or so he prefers to call it, and they always proceed the way his scheme describes.

I’ve adhered his advice to my life ever since we were kids, and when I didn’t, he’d simply reply with:

“I told you so”

His smug smirk accompanied with a finger pointing to his temple would soon transform from clever to annoying.

I feel a vibration come from my pocket. Well, of course it’s not Y/N texting so must I really answer it? I pull out my phone despite my doubts and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

James: 👍

Speak of the Devil.

But enough about James. I understand that both Y/N and I are mature college students, yet I still fear the disruption in our friendship I can provoke just by making my move. I’ve gotten this far; If she wasn’t interesting I’m sure she would’ve rejected me sooner.

She’s different, she’s unique, something about her that I just can’t place, but also something missing. Anyway, this is probably my best chance at shooting my shot at Y/N, and it’s too late now to back down.

As my lips part in an attempt to speak and make a move, Y/N’s motionless phone (currently laying undisturbed on my coffee table) suddenly brightens with the most obnoxious ringtone I’ve ever heard. The words “It’s 7:30!” flash on her screen, almost as if it was warning her rather than reminding her.

“Y/N—” my eyes follow her body as she swiftly stands up

“I gotta g—” I watch as she attempts to grab her purse, yet her body is limited when I firmly grab her arm. She looks back to me with tiredness in her eyes.

Part of me thought maybe, just maybe, Cinderella here wouldn’t have a curfew. That I somehow would be the exemption to this consistent confusion . But you can only daydream so far into the day until you’re pulled back into your reality

Her entire demeanor seems like it was reconstructed after her alarm went off. Moments ago she was just enjoying tasty cheese and cheesy movies, and the worst part is, I have no idea why.

“Let me speak, darlin’”

I stand up to avoid the way her eyes look down on me. I can’t stand that pitiful glare; she looks at me as if I’m a child incapable of understanding her situation, but she’s too stubborn to let me know. I’d be wise to use this time to make a move on different circumstances.

“Now, you’re always leaving at seven thirty..”

Her sigh is almost enough to interrupt me

“..why’s that? Talk to me.”

I maintain my eye contact before it’s abruptly broken. She looks everywhere but my eyes, and I wonder where in my apartment she would find an excuse, yet still manages to dodge the question.

“..you wouldn’t understand..” she scoffs almost intentionally, honestly scratching a part of my ego. I hate to admit she’s right, I really don’t understand what’s going on.

I cock my head to the side. Where’s this coming from?

“Darlin’, I’m sure I’m a very understanding person—”

“—I need to leave”

I could tell by the look of her face that she wasn’t trying to argue, but it’s inevitable.

“Why can’t you just tell me?..” I put my hands up as a sign of defeat, but I’m not giving up yet. “We’ve been friends for a while and you’re always leavin’ at seven—”

“I know! I know..” she removes my hand from her arm, clearly refusing to look up at me.

“Let’s just say..I got a job..?”

Oh. That’s what this is all about? A job? She couldn’t spare at least an explanation for a part time gig?

“See? That wasn’t so hard”

“It’s..really embarrassing..” The glance she takes around the room makes me wonder if she’s really telling the truth. it’s not really my place to speculate, there’s no going back from this.

“It’s alright, it’s just a job after all” I claim, trying to get this conversation back on track

“This is exactly what I meant but ‘you wouldn’t understand’”

Huh?

“You don’t know what it feels like to have your life rely on minimum wage—” she sounds like she’s holding something back.

“Y/N wher—”

“A-and here you are makin’ me late for work” her eyes appear on the verge of crying.

“darlin’ look..”

“God, you’ve never had to work for anything in your life!”

Silence.

Both of us refuse to speak. Y/N phone, still on the table, chimes again. “7:35” it said on its bright screen.

“Is that really how you feel?..” I take a step back to give her space. She still refuses to look at me.

There’s no way she’d cause all this chaos just because of a job. And even if she believes I’ve piggy backed off of my name for my entire life, why would it matter to her?

“I..I should leave” before I could process what just happened, she swiftly tosses her phone into her bag and heads for the door.

“Y’know, I had a nice time..” was all I heard before the harsh shutting of my apartment door.

And that was the end of it.

My first thought after the door shut wasn’t to whip out my phone and attempt to text her, it certainly wasn’t to call James and inform him of his miscalculation, but instead to attend to the matter at hand. This cheese and wine won’t clean itself.

And the night continued normally, as if nothing had ever taken place. I couldn’t help but microwave another cup of Mac and cheese to cope with what Y/N said. Nothin’ like a good meal to divert your attention away from your problems. But even a good cup of cheese and pasta can’t stop me from thinking’:

Is that all I am to her?

A southern snob incapable of functioning without their father’s last name?

After an introspective shower, and a few episodes of a random Netflix show, I’m finally alone with my thoughts and feelings. I lie in darkness, tussling and turning at every occasion, unable to extract her words from my mind.

If there’s someone whose opinion I care about the most, it’s Y/N L/N. I consider texting her at this very moment, yet I’m sure that I’m the last person she wants to talk to. The weight of my actions falls heavily onto my shoulders every minute, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Give her space, Jefferson, and maybe you’ll be able to fix this tragedy.

---

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The knocks on my apartment door were enough to jerk my body back to consciousness. Sadly pulled from the warmth of my dreams, I’m hit with the cold, noisy reality of an average night here in New York.

Can my day get any worse?

Coming straight from the depths of slumber, I take a few minutes to process reality. Maybe the knocks were in my head. Did I dream about someone knocking on my door? Perhaps it’s

The sun’s still not up yet, why am I?

Groggily sitting up, I decide to check the time, yet it takes me multiple attempts to grab my phone in the dark before I catch a sight of the time.

2 am?!

Who is so out of their minds so show up to my apartment at this time? Who do I know that would show up at this time?

James is too sensible for that,

Angie would never waste her time on me, for whatever reason,

And Y/N—

well.

I don’t know our circumstances right now.

I debate whether or not I should answer the door. Perhaps it’s just rock that happened to hit the door of my apartment, and even if it is a person, I’m not aware of anyone so mad to show up in the middle of the night. it’s not worth my time.

...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

So much for ‘Not worth my time’. A groan is all my body can respond with while I gradually stand from the comfort of my bed. I grab the nearest shirt, which was draped over my desk chair, and scramble to put it on. Passing my cramped kitchen, my hands subconsciously flip on the nearest light switches, while my eyes struggle to comprehend the sudden light.

Before I reach the door, I couldn’t help but attempt to fix my hair. Just because someone happens to show up outside unannounced doesn’t mean I can’t present my best rendition of a southern gentleman.

And finally, through my fatigue and irritation, I’m finally urged to grab the doorknob and twist it open in one motion.

“Uh, it’s two a.m. so I hope--”

I nervously scratch the back of my head, attempting to add spice to this awkward encounter. It wasn’t until my eyes caught sight of the blood dripping down her glass skin and the meeting of our eyes did I have any words

“Y/N?!?”

Her cold, pale, and hurt body would’ve hit the concrete floor if I had answered the door any later.

---

And there she layed half colorless on my bed. Her smile was full of embarrassment and gratitude as I sat beside her, tending to the evident cuts and Injured areas of her body. “I hope I’m being a great house guest” she joked, causing her to laugh, yet hurting herself in the process.

“Hey, Hey, Take it easy..” Y/N’s presence usually fills me with carefreeness, or perhaps stability, but for the first time I can’t help but react seriously. Her demeanor changed as she saw my retaliation to her joke.

“I guess…” she looked down to her fragile body, a sigh released, seeming to be an attempt to calm down. “...I owe you an explanation for earlier. And especially for showing up at your place at 2 in the damn morning. ”

Thomas’ hands, full of wipes and hydrogen peroxide soaked cotton balls, froze in their tracks before he looked up at her, eager to listen and visibly confused. Y/N visibly winced as the cotton balls stuck to her cuts for longer than they should’ve, yet with Thomas’ reflexes at their all-time-max, he pulled them away with a worried expression.

“Explanation? You said you got a job, and I’m sorry for not respecting it..” I continued to clean her up, consensually of course, how could I call myself a gentleman if I were to act upon improper motives?

“Again..” I utter quietly “..I didn’t know you felt that way, and I’m ashamed you feel that way”

I attach an ivory-colored band aid to her glass skin, careful not to damage it any further. I look up to her watching, pitiful eyes. “You were saying?” I reciprocate the attention to her, awaiting a so-called answer to come out of her mouth

“I didn’t know where else to run to..” she attempted to sit up, lifting her weight off of my satin-covered sheets, yet quickly stopped when being hit with a wave of pain from her right shoulder

Though my first thought would’ve been ‘Damn it, my darn sheets are ruined’, it was quickly drawn to Y/N and her current problem

“Y’know, I think an apology and explanation can wait, Y/N. you need a little sleep, it’s already three in the mornin’ for god’s sake” a small laugh erupts from her

I sent her an assuring smile, trying to remind her that everything is always going to be okay in a Jefferson household. And surprisingly I received a smile in return, a smile of trust and security that I’ve never felt so glad to see. Of course, I wish I could’ve seen that smile under different circumstances, but I’ll work with what I got.

I stood from my beautiful satin sheets and reached for a hoodie on my swivel chair. (everything but your closet is a closet, change my mind) I braced for a cold night on my apartment couch while Y/N enjoys the warmth of my bed, but Y/N had other plans.

“Wait- Thomas.” She said firmly

I turned tiredly to her direction, my arm already extended for the door, yet frozen in place as I awaited a response

“Can you just..” she scoot herself over, as much as possible with her frail body “..hold me?” She watches me anxiously

“I mean— you don’t have to b—” I didn’t hesitate at all to gently slide under the sheets of the bed. As soon as I turn to her direction, I can’t help but feel scared to touch her in fear of hurting her; my hands don’t know where to reside. “Where do I..” I’m truly perplexed

She giggled at my confusion and shyly grabbed my hand “I’m not so fragile you know”

She brought my hand up to the side of her head, and all I could process was the texture of the bandages under my fingertips. I don’t know what's going on, but I couldn’t just leave her out there.

“..Right..” I wait for her eyes to close before I can even think about closing mine, and soon the texture of the bandages seem to melt onto my fingertips as I’m finally able to return to my slumber.

“See you in the mornin’..”

---

I didn’t wake up until I felt the sun rays kissing my back through my so-called ‘blackout curtains’. Such a scam. The room seemed a little too quiet; I gently turned onto my other side just to find an empty bed. I consider the possibility of last night’s encounter with Y/N was all just some messed up dream, but when I saw the faint stains of blood on my sheets, I knew I was far from dreaming.

My body doesn’t want to move, and I’m stuck sitting up in my bed for another ten minutes. What the heck is going on? One minute she yells at me, then next thing I know she’s outside my apartment at 2 am.

And that explanation.

I guess I was such a fool to think she wouldn’t continue to run away from this matter. My thoughts are interrupted by my buzzing phone. I know for sure that it’s not Y/N hittin up my phone right about now.

James: Let’s try that new coffee place a few blocks from your apartment?

He really read my mind, or maybe it’s a response made from calculating my failure yesterday. But a distraction sounds tremendous.

Thomas: bet.

I throw on a cleaner, more professional jacket, if such a thing exists, and swiftly get my feet out the door. Everything seems the same, as if nothing had taken place last night. The world still spins and I’m expected to spin with it.

I don’t think I’m anywhere near capable of unraveling your mystery.

Y/N L/N, I will never understand you.

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A Summoner Birthday

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Battle ahead.

Enemies:

Nether Einherjar (4)

???

Preselected Characters:

Lupin

Wakan Tanka∞

Kenta

Hakumen

Moritaka

Selected Support Character:

The Word-Weaving Dreamer Licho

Story (Chapter 2 Part 3)

After fighting for a time, the Dwarves were getting weaker, but showed no sign of backing down.

Man, these guys won't quit. It like they really believe they can't be beaten.

I guess there's no choice. Let's hope this works.

You ready your sword at Andvari.

Lupin: Role of the Wanderer. Rule of Rending. Engrave mine name onto thee...

Boundless Tale!!

With one mighty swing, you managed to defeat the Seven Dwarves. Six of them were then gone while Andvari remains on the ground unconcious.

What was that about? He attacked us like he didn't even know us.

Lupin: Kurogane, what happened to him?

Kurogane's Voice: I don't know. According to my readings, it really is him, but I don't know how he got there.

Looks like we're about to find out. He's coming around!

Mmm... Owww... What?

Lupin: Andvari, are you alright?

Andvari: Lupin? What...

What the heck?! Where am I?! What am I doing here?! What's going on?!

Wait, you don't remember?

Andvari: The last thing I remember was checking my emails at home. Then suddenly, I'm here. It like I was asleep. Like I was dreaming.

Lupin: Checking your emails? Kurogane, can you hear this?

Kurogane's Voice: I am. This looks bad. Hold on, I'll get Boogeyman in on this.

Boogeyman's Voice: What is it?

Kurogane and you explain what is going on.

Boogeyman's Voice: This isn't good. I think it got bigger than we thought.

Hakumen: What is it?

Boogeyman's Voice our virtual fairytale is partly connected to the Internet. It's possible that when we shout down the system, it had some kind of effect on anyone who was also on the Internet at the time. It must have brought them in here.

Moritaka: How could that have happened?

Boogeyman's Voice: Ask Hakumen.

Hakumen: (unhappy) Me? Well, I suppose I did hack the system and the system is pretty unique.

Wakan Tanka: So there are more people trapped here while they were online?

Kurogane's Voice: Most likely. But don't worry. If we can reboot the system, everyone who got trapped in should be able to get out.

Lupin: And what about the strange behavior? Andvari actually thought he was one of the Seven Dwarves and thought we came to rob him.

Kurogane's Voice: It must a side-effect of being pulled in. When they arrive, they come to believe that they are the characters of the story the area they arrive in is portraying. If Andvari, a dwarf, arrives in a place based on the story of the Seven Dwarves, he come to believe that he is one of them.

Andvari: (unsure) I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended.

Kurogane's Voice: I'm guessing, when you used your Rule, you managed to bring him back to his senses.

Lupin: So if we encounter anymore people who got stuck here and have gone crazy, I'm the only one who can bring them back.

Kurogane's Voice: Seems like it.

Wakan Tanka: Then we should hurry up and find those breakers so we can reboot the system.

Lupin: Right. We better look around. Andvari, stay here, we'll help you later.

Andvari: You better.

You go your separate ways to find the breaker.

Kenta looks around the back of the cottage.

Kenta: It has to be here somewhere.

(Rustling sounds)

Kenta: (surprised) Huh? Who's there?

Do not be scared, child. I am merely a man looking for a place to rest my aching feet.

Kenta: Oh, I thought I was in trouble.

Strange Man: I can assure you that I mean no harm... In fact, even have a gift for you. A little something from my garden.

The stranger takes something out of his cloak. It was a red and juicy... apple.

Kenta: ...

Kenta knows this story well and know what that apple will do if he eats it.

Kenta: No thanks. I don't have the time.

Strange Man: Come now, it won't hurt you. It's not like it's poisoned.

Kenta: That's what I'm afraid of.

Strange Man: Are you sure of that?

The stranger then... takes a bite of the apple... Nothing happens.

Strange Man: *munch munch* This is a pretty tasty apple.

Kenta: You mean it?

Strange Man: Of course. I just wish to share a nice treat with someone.

Kenta: ... (smiles) Well, I am a little hungry. I know you can't get full off of food from a virtual world, but I haven't had anything to eat since I got here.

The stranger takes out another apple from his cloak.

Strange Man: I'm glad to see someone as young as you being weary of strangers. So as a reward, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. The apple I just eat was just a normal one. But this apple is not ordinary... It's a magic wishing apple.

Kenta: A wishing apple?

Strange Man: Yes. One bite and all your dreams will come true. Surly, you have a wish you want granted. Anything.

Kenta: ... Well, I do have one.

Strange Man: (laughing) I thought so.

The strange man gives the apple to Kenta. Inugami growled and tried to stop Kenta, but he just ignores him.

Strange Man: Now, make a wish... and take a bite.

Back in the front, you, Wakan Tanka, Moritaka, and Hakumen meet up again.

Hakumen: Has anyone found it yet?

Lupin: Not yet, but I'm sensing it's close. Really close.

Voice from the back: Don't let the wish grow cold!

Wakan Tanka: (surprised) What was that?

Moritaka: (worried) Where's Kenta?

Lupin: We better hurry!

You all go to the back where you find Kenta with the stranger.

Hakumen: (confused) Isn't that Tsukuyomi of the Outlaws?

Wakan Tanka: He must have been sucked in, too.

Then, Kenta begins to take a bite of the apple!

Moritaka: (screaming) KENTA, NO!!!

Kenta: *munch*

But it was too late.

Kenta: Moritaka? Wha-

Suddenly, something happens.

Kenta: (dizzy) Oh, I feel strange.

Then, Kenta fall the the ground... motionless... Tsukuyomi begins cackling.

Tsukuyomi?: *cackling* Now I'll be fairest in the land! All that's left to take care of... is the prince.

Witch Tsukuyomi turns his dark gaze... on you.

Lupin: Me?

Witch Tsukuyomi: Yes, you. The one who brought down a god and made him mortal... with a kiss.

You almost immediately know who he talking about... And so does Wakan Tanka.

Wakan Tanka: (getting angry) That's not true! My Lupin didn't bring me down. He saved me. And mortal? I wouldn't say that.

Suddenly, Wakan Tanka begins to glow.

Wakan Tanka: (smiling) If anything, it's more like...

FLASH

Heyoka made me whole again.

Moritaka picks the unconscious Kenta up in his arms and goes to Wakan Tanka∞.

Moritaka: (sad) Can't you help him? I know you can do many things in this form.

Wakan Tanka∞: I cannot... But you can.

Moritaka: (surprised) Me?

Wakan Tanka∞: I have seen the memories of many loops and in most of them, you and Kenta have a very close bond. A loving one. Just like the one he has with Barguest. Perhaps you might be the one to save him from this fate.

Moritaka: How?

Wakan Tanka∞: Do you not know this story?

Andvari: I know it, too. After the witch, who was really the princess's stepmother, gave the princess the apple that put her in a deep sleep, she was awoken... by the kiss of a prince.

Mortiaka: Really? Then, shouldn't Lupin do it? He's wearing the prince outfit.

Lupin: That's true. But I think this kiss has to come from someone who loves him better than anyone. I may love Kenta, but only as a friend... His true love is the one currying him now.

Moritaka was turning deep red. He knows he loves Kenta. But does love him as more than just a friend or sibling? He just didn't know... But he had to try it.

Moritaka: (whispering) Kenta, I don't know if you can hear me, but please listen. From the moment we met, I knew that you liked me. You only saw Barguest and Inugami as your parents. But when you saw me, you sensed it was no ordinary attraction. And I knew I had to be with you. So please... Don't leave...

Moritaka draws ever closer to Kenta's face.

Moritaka: (tearing up) Kenta... I love you.

Moritaka then slowly places his lips... on Kenta's. It was one that almost lit up the area around them, despite that it was now night. When it was over and they lips parted, Kenta started to stir. Then, he began coughing until something shot out of his mouth... It was a piece of the poisoned apple that had become lodged in his throat. Kenta opened his eyes, turned to Moritaka, and smiled.

Kenta: (heavily) Moritaka... I love you, too.

Once again, their lips met with happiness... Witch Tsukyomi, however, was furious.

Witch Tsukyomi: No! I refuse to lose like this! I WILL be the fairest one of all!

Lupin: I think what happened to Andvari is happening to Tsukyomi, too.

Wakan Tanka∞: So we must defeat him in order to free him.

Then you know I'm ready to deliver the hurt. I'm in.

Moritaka: I'm ready, too. Kenta, are you ready?

Kenta: I am.

I'll fight by your side, no matter what. Right, Inugami?

And I'll fight by yours until the end. And beyond.

Witch Tsukuyomi: (dangerous) Very well. You wish to fight me, then so be it.

Mirror mirror on the wall, which of this fool will now fall?

The battle begins.

To be continued...

#my birthday #birthday #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #moritaka #wakan tanka #hakumen #andvari #kenta inukai #tsukuyomi #wakan tanka infinity

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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1x11

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems

Author’s Note: Will graham I will die for you any day of the week just text me

I took lines directly from the script so some may seem familiar. Those sentences are not mine.

Official Episode Summary : The BAU team searches for Dr. Gideon, who has escaped custody and intends to kill psychiatrists who have profiled him; Hannibal misleads the team in order to get Will and Gideon in the same room; Jack questions Dr. Chilton about Gideon's escape.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List: @llperfectsymmetryll

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It was snowing steadily outside when you went to sleep that night. There were a few inches above the ground by the time your consciousness slipped into no man's land. You woke up slowly, looking at the other side of the bed where Will had fallen asleep. The blankets had been kicked off of both of you and you were freezing the second you awoke.

Will laid on his back, body tense but still asleep. Sweat clung to his gray shirt. He was hot when you grabbed his arm and he instantly woke up, staring at you with scared beady eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whispered and he shook his head looking around to get his bearings.

“Is this real?” he asked, voice wispy. You nodded quickly and scooted closer to him.

“Real,” you told him. When he looked at you his eyes pleaded and you sat all the way up, looking down at him. “Let’s go outside.” He nodded and clung to your arm as you got out of bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes. You led him outside and you stood on the porch, the dogs running past you into the yard. It had stopped snowing.

He shook beside you but it was colder outside. You didn’t touch him in fear of making him even hotter.

“Take the day off,” you whispered.

“I can’t.”

The alarm went off inside.

“You dodged a bullet Chilton. Gideon’s escape foregoes a trial and a very public humiliation for you,” Wil said as you walked together into the office of Frederick Chilton. You looked around curiously. Will had asked you to come, having serious concerns that this time around they might not let him out. You were to be a trainee, if anyone asked.

Chilton sat behind his desk and raised an eyebrow at the sight of you.

“Who’s this? I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Trainee,” you said, shaking his hand. Will grabbed your arm and pulled it back quickly. He didn’t want any part of Chilton touching you beyond that handshake.

“They’re letting trainees come on such high profile cases now?” Chilton paused, looking between the two of you. “Ah no, you’re thee Y/N. I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of such a high profile couple.” Will let out an annoyed sigh.

“We’re here to talk about Gideon,” Will said simply.

“How do you do it? Is there a part of you that hates your boyfriend's mind?” Chilton asked.

“You sound like Freddie Lounds,” you said and he feigned hurt

“I can see where you like each other.”

Work that day was hard.

Hannibal noticed.

He gestured for you to come into the office just before Will’s appointment. You stepped inside. You had never been in here alone with Hannibal you were pretty sure. With Will, heck with Tobias or Jack but never just with Hannibal. It made you feel like a patient.

“How is Will?”

“Will is terrible but you know that already,” you whispered. You trailed your finger along his desk and turned around.

“Why don’t you have a seat in the chair?” he asked as you hoisted yourself up onto the desk.

“It makes me feel to much like a patient. When I’m on the desk I’m an observer. I don't’ have to have any input on what you and Will discuss,” you told him. Hannibal walked over to you and leaned against the desk beside you. “He wakes up at night sweating through the sheets, almost crying,” you whispered. “He doesn’t know if I’m real when I comfort him.” You stared straight ahead at the art on the walls. You took a deep breath in.

“How does that make you feel?” Hannibal asked.

“Broken hearted,” you breathed. “LIke I can’t help my best friend. Because I can’t.” You finally looked over at Hannibal.

“You’re doing the best you can,” Hannibal said. “That is occasionally all we can do.” You shook your head and while you stared into Hannibal’s eyes you felt a pull. An emotional pull you hadn’t felt beside him anymore. You pushed it away quickly, looking back at the wall.

You felt an angry lone tear go down your cheek.

“It isn’t enough.”

“Do you consider yourself in any of this? Perhaps that by attempting to take on WIll’s problems you are making more problems for yourself,” Hannibal suggested.

“I don’t care about me or my social life right now. I care about Will.”

The door, which was open, was knocked on as Will walked inside. You wiped your eyes and pushed yourself off the table.

“Am I interrupting?” Will asked. You shook your head and walked over to the door quickly, eager to leave Hannibal to it. Will grabbed your arm before you could leave. You quickly stopped.

“Yeah?”

“I-” he started. “I’m sorry about this morning.” You shook your head and put your hand to his cheek lovingly.

“Don’t worry about it. Have a good session thing,” you said quietly and he let you go. He thought about asking you to stay but thought better of it. He knew that he was hurting you daily by being like this and he hated seeing you hurt almost as much as you hated seeing him hurt.

You shut the door behind you and Will’s eyes welled with tears.

“She loves you,” Hannibal said. “Very much.”

“Glad to know someone will always be in my corner,” he muttered. “Even when I’m not.”

With Gideons escape you were worried about pretty much everything. You sat on your own desk outside the office as Will and Hannibal talked. To get your mind off things you called Alana.

“Hello?”

“You alive? Is this the Chesapeake Ripper?” you asked. Alana laughed mockingly.

“Gideon isn’t the Ripper,” she told you.

“Still.” You paused. “Are you okay?”

“I’m better than your boyfriend. Speaking of, you need a vacation when Will regains his stability for putting up with him. I can’t imagine living with him.” You sighed.

“He cuddles well. Good kisser. You get any hot protective detail?” She hummed a no.

“Thinking about giving into Hannibal's flirting,” she muttered.

“Hannibal's been flirting?” you asked. You kicked your feet around. This was what you needed. A girl talk.

“Sort of. I can’t tell.”

“You're a psychiatrist Alana, how can’t you tell?”

“Because I can’t be my own psychiatrist.” The door to the office opened. Will’s eyes were filled with water.

“I gotta go. Be safe.” You hung up the phone and stood you, bringing your hand to Will’s face. You wiped the tears and noticed very quickly how hot he was. “Wil you’re burning,” you whispered.

“I’m naturally hot,” he joked dryly.

“Shut up. What is your temperature? Take some aspirin.”

“We can check later and I just took some. I just wanna go home.” YOu nodded stiffly and glanced at Hannibal behind him. He gave you a solemn look of pity. You wrapped your fingers around the side of Will’s neck and it ached with the heat.

Alana handed you a bowl of ice cream and you took it, sitting on the chair in her office. She sat on her desk facing you and the window.

“If you get killed hanging out with me Will is never going to forgive you,” she said, pointing her spoon at you. You took a bite of your ice cream and then pointed your spoon at the men around the room, watching.

“If he gets through them perhaps it was fate,” you suggested. “Plus Will told me to come.” It was true. When Alana invited you for dinner Will practically shoved you through the door. The hunt for Gideon was on and he figured it would be safer with a detail than with him at work.

He almost dropped you off at Hannibal’s but decided against it when he thought about it.

“I hope he’s okay,” you whispered offhandedly.

“You don’t need to worry about him,” Alana said.

“It’s literally my job as his girlfriend to worry about him.” Your foot bounced nervously.

“It’s why I didn’t date him when I had the chance,” she said.

“Because he’s to much work?”

“I didn’t know if he was stable or not.” You nodded slowly.

“But you like Hannibal whom is likely hiding his instability,” you said. She laughed and shook her head.

“I never said I liked him. I just said he might be flirting.”

There was a shot outside the window. You stood up quickly and looked outside to see Gideon on the ground and Will, kneeling beside him. You dropped your bowl. It broke. You ran out the front door and quickly skidded to the ground beside Will, grabbing his arm. He looked at you and for a moment you weren’t sure if he recognized you.

“Real or-”

“Real. Real.” You put your hands on his cheeks and he was still burning. He put his head on your lap and you looked at Alana who had just come outside. “Call Jack. And Hannibal.” She nodded and ran back inside to get the phone.

You held Will on your lap, somehow calm, running your hands through his hair wildly to get him to stop shaking.

Hannibal met you at the hospital after talking to Jack. You sat beside Will’s bed, his hand in yours as you looked at his unconscious body. You were still crying, so scared for him.

“His temperature was 105, degrees and I didn’t make him go to the doctor,” you whispered. Hannibal shook his head, walking toward you. He pulled up a chair and sat beside you.

“You can’t blame yourself for this,” he whispered.

“What did Jack say?”

“Nothing you want to hear right now,” he told you. “I swear I will rip that man's head right off hi-”

“It’s okay. It’ll all be okay.”

Hannibal took your other hand and you let him hold it as you stared at Will, your face tear stained and puffy.

“Will he be okay?” you whispered.

“Will’s going to be alright,” Hannibal whispered but he honestly wasn’t sure anymore.

1x12

#will graham x reader #will graham imagines #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter imagines #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham

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butter3drainbows · 4 years

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Which La Squadra/Bucci Gang members are most to least likely to just chill in the common room completely ass-naked?

No! I have my dignity to uphold

These are the members who would rather die than let the national treasures be whipped out on display for the whole team to see. It's not a matter of insecurity they would say, it's just highly unprofessional and entirely rude to have your genitals dangling in public!

Prosciutto

He can tolerate half-nakedness from his colleagues given that the portion subjected to nudity would be on the upper part of their bodies but to have them parading around the common spaces completely naked? Absolutely not! This man would make every nagging mother around the world proud, scolding the offenders in rapid Italian when he so much as sees an inappropriate amount of skin exposed.

"For the love of God, Formaggio! At least put some underwear on before you poke someone's eye out."

Panacotta Fugo

For someone who literally has holes in his pants in his usual garb, Fugo is really conscious when his legs are completely exposed so to even think about removing all his article of clothing is simply unthinkable!

"I know they have holes dammit!... It's not the same! You literally have your bits dangling around for everyone to see!"

Pesci

Very insecure about his body. He won't even dare think about going out of his room without his shirt on when Prosciutto is around to nag him. He'll be having an earful if he did!

"Oh definitely not! I wouldn't want big bro to have another reason to get mad at me 👉👈."

Narancia Ghirga

Doesn't really think about it but will never consider doing it. That's Abbachio and Mista's thing.

"Ehh?? Going out naked? Only Mista and Abbachio have the balls do that. Haha, get it? They have the balls to do it."

Oopsie / Ah fuck it!

Will not actively walk out naked just for the heck of it but when they are put in a situation where they have no choice but to walk out naked, will do so without batting an eyelash. If they feel a little daring, they will most likely do it at night when the chances of being caught with their junk out is slim.

Bruno Bucciaratti

The chances of him walking around in public completely naked is very situational and in this particular situation would be because he had added his clothes to the pile of laundry he had to do this morning but forgetting to get a towel to wrap around himself on the way back his room. The idea had sounded very efficient and practical until a few seconds after he had closed the door of the washing machine.

"Ah good day, Narancia. You caught me in a very embarassing situation but let me explain. You see, I went to do the laundry today and absentmindedly put my current clothes into the washing machine thinking that it was a brilliant idea to also include my favorite shirt so that I may wear it again tomorrow. Haha The idea is very much a failure now, I realized, and *ahem* what I'm trying to say is, can I borrow the thing around your waist to make the journey back to my room a little less humiliating?"

Ghiaccio

Okay okay, so technically he has white album on when he activates his stand right so does that mean that every time he kills a non-stand user with White Album on, he’s actually appearing before them naked? And what if Sorbet and Gelato don’t have stands, will that one time that Ghiaccio appeared before them with White Album activated actually be the first time Ghiaccio let a person other than himself see him in all his cheeked-up glory? Who knows?

“Why are you asking stupid questions? Wait, wait. In fact, why does it even fucking matter? So what if they saw me naked before they died? They ought to be thankful they got to see this in their last moments and not a face like that (Illuso: Now wait just a m-) because this is as good as it gets!”

Illuso

Formaggio will mostly tease him about refusing to get naked in public himself after throwing a jab about the size of his junk. Formaggio would call him a coward and pressure him to prove him wrong. That he wasn't afraid to prove to him that there's something of worth under all the pillowy layers of Illuso's outfit. Illuso just scoffs at his taunts. Only a child will answer to his schoolyard jabs. He's too mature for this, he should jusy walk away like the adult he is. He would never stoop so low. He would never-

"Oh yeah? Oh yeah?? You want to see something big huh? I'll show you big. Pesci! Come get me a ruler! We'll settle this right here, right now."

Giorno Giovanna

The chances of him even thinking about going naked is also situational but unless his clothing somehow magically disappears, say Abbachio pulling a prank on him and taking his clothes whilst he is in the shower, he will not hesitate to go out and brave the stares he will undoubtedly attract. It's just a few people anyway.

"Where'd you clothes go, Giovanna?"

"Leone, give the boy his clothes back."

"Ah no worries, I turned my hair into a skirt made of leaves. See?"

"Where did- you know what, nevermind. Go put some clothes on, Giorno."

Mmm yeah, slap it baby.

Don't give a f what their teammates will think either because they know they have goods packing down there and they're not shy when it comes to showing it off or they simply don't care what they think. It's not like they can do anything about it.

Formaggio

First on the list because as a Formaggio stan who headcanons him as having the typical fboy persona, this is something that he would 100% do. [rosciutto berates him about it all the time to which he casually brushes off with a wink or a taunting shake of his hips. He’s definitely the type to cry out an exagerrated high-pitched moan when someone slaps his ass.

“Prosciutto. Baby. If you had an ass slapped on me by God himself like mine you would want to show it off too. C’mon look at it. No for real man, take a good look it and tell me you wouldn’t wanna see that jiggle. No?...Melone, you? Ahaha, that’s why I like you! Eheh, well y’know...most of the time...”

Leone Abbachio

Has low tolerance to heat during the summer so it’s a common sight to see him manspreading on the couch, his hair tied up with the fan pointed directly towards him while he has his headphones on to distract him from thee heat, Naturally, he will likely angrily point out how Giorno is gawking at him and Mista who will also be sprawled somewhere in the living area fanning himself. Poor thing is just a little shocked, go easy on him Leone

“What the hell are you looking at, Giovanna?”

Melone

Ohoho this boi has zero shame! He won;t do it just because he can like Formaggio but will likely do it because of a dumb reason like he doesn’t have any clothes that he’s willing to wear today. I can definitely see him going out in the middle of the night for some snacks while also accidentally spooking the soul out of the other tenants when they go down to get a sip of water.

"manifest from the shadows at 2am* Whatcha doin there son?"

*Ghiaccio scream choking on his water*

Guido Mista

This man makes the best breakfast and he does it all buck-naked with only a short-apron covering his precious bits. He’s just really comfortable in his own skin! He has laundry to do in the afternoon anyway(like a months worth, Guido baby why) so he might as well forego wearing anything till they’re all washed. For now, the apron will do!

“Who wants eggs for breakfast? Narancia, you? No? Giorno? Abbachio? What about you Fugo? Uhh Bruno?...Yeah, alright! Two perfect sunny side ups and a big fat sausage for the boss comin right up!”

Risotto Nero

When you’re the leader of one of the most feared hitman team in the whole country, a team which Risotto can whole-heartedly say that he would willingly entrust his life with, there are certain intimate practices that he wouldn’t mind doing in the privacy of their shared living space. He believes every single one of them to be mature enough to handle a little bit of exposed skin so one morning when he does decide to go get himself some coffee in nothing but his naked, god-like glory he didn’t expect the kind of stares he received. Why are they all staring? Melone and Formaggio do it all the time don’t they? Odd. Formaggio will get away with a saucy whistle because he’s the only one brave enough to do so while the others are too shocked *cough*intimidated*cough* to do anything else but well...stare.

“I will be discussing a few things after breakfast so if all of you will just take some time off your schedules after your meals we can...*sigh* Gentlemen, please, my eyes are up here.”

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