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svefs · 1 year

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Besties frfrrrr

TW!: Cursing and mention of drugs ofc,We only besties for awhile, unrequited love, I'm to tired for this bs rn, Asmo treating us like a siblings, REJECTION FROM A MAN 😭😭, eventual fluff ofc, biggest plot twist in ur life,everything I write has crack, omg trans reader??????

Summary:Anyone would die to be in your position, childhood friends with Alice Asmodeus. Of course you had a crush on him but things only got awkward between you two since he rejected you. Of course you started crying since your long term crush rejected you but as a baddie you got over that shit.

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You would never forget the day he rejected you. The day before you moved away (to uh idk bro). Things have just never been the same. It's just like withdrawing from an alcohol addiction, but the alcohol is a demon👹. You swore ever since that day you wouldn't love anyone anymore like the way you loved your old childhoodfriend.

It's been so long since you've seen your hometown. It's nostalgia as if you started tasting drugs after you stopped it for a century, except you were actually gone for 10 years.

In those years you've been thinking deeply about your confession and have deducted that you've never really had a crush on your childhood friend, but rather it was gender envy.You came across the term 'Gender envy' in one of a lot of fanfictions you've read in you hellphone. Oh the things you would do to make it the holidays again where you could pull an all-nighter reading your favourite genre. I mean who wouldn't ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯.

After a long discussion, your parents decided to send you to Babyls during your second year. What you genuinely weren't expecting was your ex-childhood friend not recognizing you. I mean you can't really blame anyone since you cut your hair short. Some demons still confuse you as a feminine looking boy. Total W in your book tho.

You were surprised that the first person to actually notice you were a girl was a blonde haired boy named Shax Lied.

"You're looking fine today my lady," he said with his usual teasing tone."Oh wow, I can't say the same about you today," you retorted back while rolling your eyes playfully. Over the past few months of knowing this yellow haired gremlin you've made a friend or two. One of them was a blue haired kid named Iruma that Asmodeus always follows around ever since he lost a duel against him. Honestly, it made you wary of him since Alice is a prodigy.

During break, you were suddenly getting a bad feeling. One that you couldn't have just shrugged off carelessly. After awhile you saw Alice approaching you intimidating. He was furious for some reasons. A reason that would become known as soon as he slammed his hand on the table."So it was you Y/N!" He shouted furiously while you just hummed in agreement.

"How could you just disappear on me like that?" He said in a tone even more furious than the last. You genuinely felt bad for the people who were quivering around you. They must've been scared of Alice's fierce aura and his temper. It was like he ate a ghost pepper and needed to take a explosive dump cause of his red face.

"Don't you know how much I missed you?" He said voice breaking which took you back a bit.

Missed me? Is he serious? After he rejected me, he dare say that I left him? You finally glanced back at him."Excuse you? You're the one who rejected me"

"But that doesn't mean you can just leave me out of nowhere like that!, You didn't even bother telling me you were moving away!"

"Why should tell you when you broke me heart!"

"Cause I like you!"

"And I don't,At least not anymore" you said solemnly as tears feel from his eyes. You didn't want to see him again was the only thing you thought of while walking away in frustration.

As you were walking down the hallways you felt a presence approaching you."Yo! Y/N you good, you were looking kinda down," Lied said as he rubbed his neck." We could go play games at my place later if it would cheer you up." He said this time showing a toothy grin.

"Sure, I would love too" you said with a light chuckle.

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And they kissed and got married a few years later and lived a happy life 🤩/hj

For @sleptrn and no one else!

#alice asmodeus #x reader #mairimashita! iruma kun #shax lied #m!ik x reader #shax lied x reader

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boonsmoon · 6 months

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Hey I wanted to ask if you could write character x reader with Crimson from Ragna Crimson? I don't have any request regarding the setting or anything else in that matter. You have a free hand on that part :3 And sorry if I sound stiff but english isn't my first language

i love you /platonic Crimson is my favorite character like <3 thanking Miku that Ragna Crimson simps exist on this site LMAO spoilers/references to chapter 50+

Request Masterlist Series ML Crimson x f!reader Genres:🎉🌸💞🧪

Traitors Love

You two were close. Not close as in being linked through Crimson's powers. It was more of a mutual liking you took towards each other. Of course, it's not hard when you both are considered traitors to your kin.

Despite sharing the status of traitor, you both differed in various ways. While both superior dragons, neither of you came from the same bloodline. You are one of the rare Claw Brethren. There is also the act of betrayal. You've never held a monarch role like Crimson, so you simply left your previous ways of genocide on humans.

However, you both share a common goal, to take down the Dragon God. Except you didn't foresee that after working together for years, you would start to fall for the heartless mastermind.

But he wasn't truly heartless, you know this. No one got close to Crimson like you. In fact, you are the only living dragon other than Borgius to have seen Crimson in his monarch days. And you must say, it was quite the look.

All that being said, you have finally wiped out a bloodline, the Winged one at that! And you couldn't be happier to have done that, especially with Crimson at your side. Though you suppose the human deserves some credit.

"What we'll do is stay with the Sun Cult and follow their plans. Of course, this is subject to change, as you can't blindly follow homicidal cultists," Crimson was setting up the team's new plan since y'all don't really have one beyond killing dragons.

The team, of course, listened to the brains. Plus, you can't really put your trust in an organization willing to sacrifice their own people... With the end of the talk, each member dispersed to do as they pleased with their new free time. That left you to spend your time with Crimson...

"Tell me, do you really believe that boy will follow any plans the cult gives him?" You personally thought this human would ignore the Sun Cult as a whole, which ya know, makes a lot of sense.

Crimson smirked, but you could feel a mix of disappointment and anger coming off him, "I expect him to, but of course an ignorant brat who only cares about getting rid of bloodlines as soon as possible could derail my entire plan..."

You stared off into nothing, knowing there's not much comfort you can provide. You both sat on the loveseat, planning to have some productive conversation. Or at least you thought so.

Crimson broke the silence, surprisingly getting a bit emotional. Obviously, you couldn't tell from a glance at his face though. "Why are you so stupid as to stay around and follow my plans?"

You were stunned, Crimson is always so proud of his plans, shouldn't he be glad you follow without question?

"You have the strength to destroy a superior dragon, to fight one until daylight and watch it burn. So why don't you?" Crimson is praising you; something isn't right here.

You, getting caught in your feelings after so many centuries, thought saying the first thing that came to mind was absolutely genius, "have you ever considered it's because I love you?" NO- GO BACK GO BACK GO BACK.

No, you cannot go back. Now deal with the consequences of your actions. The consequences aren't that bad actually, it's just a reply, "wow, you're dumber than I thought."

Are you dumb? Sorta. You did fall for quite possibly the biggest asshole to walk this earth.

Now it'd be smart to shut up, yes? No, you will continue, but this time make it cringe, "I'm an idiot, but I can be your idiot."

With a look of shock to a sly smirk, Crimson says, "always have been." You are hiding in your hands, you foolish fool, how did you not see it?

Crimson moves your hands and slowly kisses you. Yeah, you definitely wanna kill the entire dragon species with this person. <3

i wrote this listening to International Love 👍

kinda cringe but gotta embrace it

#ragna crimson #crimson ragna crimson #crimson x reader #ragna crimson x reader

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thecraftymagician · 2 years

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I don’t remember if I sent in my request or not ; v ; ) sorry if I sent two in ahead of time— so Asra has to have some form of trauma from their whole ordeal, right? Like that’s a *lot* for a person, can you write something with reader taking care of/helping them through it? They’ve been strong for so long I think Asra deserves to “break” & be taken care of. Who more capable & willing then reader. I dunno if it’s ok to ask for some angst/hurt-comfort with a happy outcome? I hope this makes sense

Absolutely makes sense and I completely agree! There are a few spots in their route where you can get Asra to open up to you about things but it's typically the payed scenes and are pretty short. (All in all which is fair by NixHydra especially because I think each character has a good touch of the same treatment but yes.) This person needs at least a whole month of a break. Bare. Minimum. I know it's clear that Julian is my favorite but Asra is a close second and lord does their route make me want to battle the world for them UGH. This will definitely start out a bit angsty and is based on Asra's upright ending because tbh I'm still reeling. (I also just realized this is my 100th post whooo! Thank you so much for the ask, I'm sorry it took a while!)

Warnings: *Spoilers* for Asra's route, Angst!, Fluff! TW- Trauma, abandonment, d3ath

Asra (Upright Ending) Aftermath

It turned out to be a rather long night after everything was said and done. We had helped Nadia with the masquerade guests and made sure everyone was safe and sound. Needless to say the whole city needed a break so Nadia closed the palace just for the night so everyone could collect themselves. She was generous enough to let Asra share my room for the night seeing as since this all started the two of us had barely a moment to catch our breath let alone process everything. While I still felt my own head spinning there was only one thing, one person on my mind.

When we reach my room Asra ushered me inside with a smile before closing the door. I returned it as I studied their face, violet eyes twinkling in the dim light like starts. Beautiful but not quite hiding the evident exhaustion. Suddenly I was swept up in their arms and spun around. Their laugh was bright and contagious at always but dropped soon after. When my feet touched the ground again Asra kissed my cheek and walked over to the bed, talking a seat on the edge before falling back with a loud sigh. "I just.. still can't believe all of that. Wow.." They chuckled softly. My smile faltered and I took a seat next to them. "I know. It was.. alot." With their eyes closed Asra nodded and mumbled. "Understatement of the century." Instinctively, I reached over taking one of his hands in my own and gently massaged his palm. They smiled in content delight before I broke the silence again. "How are you doing?" "What, me? I'm great. Why are you alright?" His eyes met mind with concern as he sat up to face me. I shook my head before they could continue on. I didn't mean to worry them but.. "This isn't about me right now. I'm asking about you." I kept myself from pushing but kept my eyes on his features. Asra's aura seemed to tense despite the smile tugging at his lips. "MC.. I-I'm fine, no need to worry. Everything is.. great. Perfect even, right?" A shadow crossed his eyes as his bottom lip quivered, sending me scooting just a bit closer to them.

They chuckled once nervously before looking down. "I-I mean look we defeated the Devil of all things, saved the world, solved mysteries.. got back Faust and my.. my parents." Asra turned back to me, eyes brimming with tears. "After it all, you're still here even so everything is perfect." I could feel thing pinging in his heart through mine. The ache and hurt still swirling. I took the hand I was holding and put it to my heart, placing one of mine on his. "It's okay, Asra.. Just because everything is over with doesn't mean it wasn't still alot. You don't have to be brave for me right now. You're safe now, and I'm not going to let anything happen. I hope I've more than proved that to you now," I chuckled softly as I gently wiped a stray tear on their cheek. With a few quick sniffles the dams finally broke and Asra hugged me tightly, sobbing into my shoulder. I rubbed their back and hair. All I could do was hold them close to me and pour as much love into his heart as possible. After a while he pulled away, hiccupping between soft cries. "I know it hurts, it's okay. But I need you to take deep breaths with me okay?" With a nod I led us into one of his classic exercises. He smiled softy as I wiped his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry.. I guess I didn't realize how much I was carrying. I really did think everything was okay because.. well I had you by my side and everything just kept turning out better than I could've expected. But the thought of losing you or Muriel.. Losing Faust.. I know we got her back in the end but I was so terrified. A-And finding my parents.. I still can't believe that wasn't just some sick twisted game. I-I thought.. Well, I was never sure exactly but now.. They're here and that's wonderful but.. scary in it's own right." Their fingers ran through their snowy curls. While they continued talking out their feelings I continued to rub their back in soothing circles. "What if they don't actually like who I am now..? I'm not.. used to them anymore o-or even having.. parents. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. But even so I should just be grateful they're back, right?"

I wasn't used to this side of Asra but it wasn't bad. Honestly it was nice helping them open up about their feelings and work through all that had happened. "You can be grateful and nervous at the same time, Asra.. It seems like they love you just the same and I'm sure they'll love you even more as they get to know more about the person you've become." I didn't say what else I was thinking but they seemed to feel it like they had been the past few days. 'I know I did..' We smiled at each other and rested our foreheads together. They seemed to be doing better but these things definitely take time. Sometimes it helps to just let it out though. "No matter what happens I'll be right by your side, Asra." I gave them a quick peck before we got up to get ready to settle in for the night. If they weren't already worn out after the long day, they sure were after our talk but I think it was worth it. Asra fell asleep with their head on my shoulder, curled into my side and holding me close.

#asra the arcana #the arcana #thearcanagame #asra the magician #asra x mc #asra x apprentice #asra x reader #the arcana asra #asra alzanar #asrathearcana

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rose-likesto-write · 1 year

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Autumn Leaves...

Pairing: Lee Junho x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, maybe suggestive?

AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist

Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims

Rating: T

Word Count: 976

A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back after a long break, things didnt go my way and we're tough but now it's better because of God's grace. ase, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️

Sorry for grammatical mistakes and dramatic ending.. 😭

Summary:

"Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"

"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"

"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."

Chapter-2 HE IS HERE..

‘CHAOS!’ ‘FRETFUL’ ‘STRESS!’ and numerous words like these fail to describe the current situation that was prevalent not only in the country but in the departments that joined hands to understand and solve the crime. It was as if the serial killer knew each and every move and is three steps forward,

“What the fuck is going on?” Junho said in frustration as he threw the set papers in his hand towards the wall. “Junho, you can’t just throw papers like this! I know you are frustrated and so we are.” Taecyeon said with a sympathetic look.

“You aren’t understanding the gravity of the situation! The victims are rising and so is the cruelty. I am worried what if the next victims are—

“Junho! I mean Mr Lee and Mr Ok, here is the report.” You rushed to his side with the thick folders and gave it to him before leaving. “How many times have I told you not to run with these thick folders?” Junho said with a stern look before taking the said folders and started going through it.

Taecyeon scoffed and texted Jennie.

Me: How long will they take?

Jen: Guess?

Me: I don’t know? Days, weeks, months, years, centuries or even millennials

Jen: Or they won't ever confess. Don’t worry

Me: Yeah, take care

Jen: You too :)

He closed his phone and saw him making notes. “Found something valuable? “ He said and sat next to him. “The reports have given great detail about the gruesome killings.” Junho said and turned his attention to Taecyeon.

“You remember, the initial conversation we had with the Chief? We spoke about backgrounds, abandoned areas?” Taecyeon nodded. “Well from the recent documents and evidence that were found, most of the victims are directly related to the killer in some way. Though, this sounds crazy especially how evidence has been gathered or possibly if the killer is deliberately leaving his evidence to find him, but why?”

“Because we are next on his target list.” Dr Kim said as he came with the Chief in their room. “Sir!” They stood up and saluted the Chief and greeted the doctor.

“Dr Kim is right” the chief sighed before continuing, “The two victims through which we thought we were able to get a hold of that monster, what happened? Another victim was killed horrifically and was not related to all others. So, that your attention could be diverted and from the rough sketches that were drawn and witnesses were called, most of them said that the accused knew the victim somehow the other way. It's not just a gruesome and gory play but it has some connection with the accused as well."

Later that night:

You and Jennie were going back after a hard and tiring day. “This case is too gory and scary.” Jennie said as she took a sip from juice. “Can’t agree more. It is literally so scary that I have become paranoid at this point.” You too walked closely keeping an eye out even though the general public was there but who would take a risk.

There were times when you felt someone’s presence but when you turned around, no one was there.

Rushing through your apartment’s door and closing it, a sigh of relief came out from both of your mouths.

“Lets get changed fast, then we can watch some shows while having some fried rice and the side dishes.” Jennie said to which you nodded

Everything was going well and you were about to fall asleep when the lights went off. “Why now?” You whined. “Don’t worry it will come in a minute or so” Jennie said but sadly, that minute turned into 15 minutes.

“Yes, thank you” Jennie sighed as she ended the call. “What happened?” You asked

“They are checking for the issue and the generator will start in a m-

A loud sound was heard as if someone broke the glass, making you both scream. “Jen-sh-” and another glass breaking sound was heard followed by bangings on the main door.

Tears were flowing down both of your faces. “D-do you think, its him?”

You frantically called the first number.

“P-please p-p-pick up!”

“Hello?”

“H-he is here. I think. P-

Before you could say anything the call ended and within a few seconds police sirens were heard and the bangings stopped and some rustling was heard outside.

“Y/N!!!” Junho screamed as he broke your apartment’s door followed by Taecyeon and other police officers and the lights came back.

“B-baby” He kneeled down as he took you in his arms, rubbing your back softly. “D-don’t worry baby, I am here” He whispered softly. After sometime, when you calmed down a bit, you snuggled your face in his chest and your grip on his shirt tightened.

“P-please don’t l-leave m- “Never, angel”

“Sir, we found this paper crumbled and this pin” San said he brought the evidence.

Both you and Jennie looked at the pin before you both turned pale. “Y/N, this is the p-pin that you lost!!” Jennie lost her balance and Taecyeon helped her.

“What does that paper say?” Junho growled. San’s hand shivered when he read it

“I was planning to meet you, my princess Y/N and your friend. You are too beautiful and i hope you remember this article. See ya next time”

“You are coming with me” Junho said as he stood up with you in his arms.

“I-I won’t go with you” You said as you tried to go from his arms.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?”

“He is after me and I don’t wanna go with you all. I can’t risk your saf-

“Risk safety? Are you insane??’

“I am insane enough because I love you Lee Junho. Please, I can’t risk losing you or any of you. I can’t lose more people.” You fell on the floor crying. “Its all over!!”

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honkytonkdyke · 1 year

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Oh my I'm sorry about your fridge and puppy. I have three family dogs and two of them are scottish terrier puppies, who are obnoxiously loud, so I completely understand!

Wow I think I've actually asked you about honky tonk music before, but only briefly. I've never gotten into country music from any decade so I'm not really educated in this genre- but from what you've told me my interest has totally risen! I feel like 70s country music would be more prominent than 80s country music because when I think of the 80s I mostly think of more pop or rock genres, but I guess that's not the case!

I love hearing your fun rants, so no problem!

Today was okay, actually. I got more sleep than usual, so I didn't feel as tired during the day. I even made crêpe suzette, which is a crêpe with an orange sauce on it. Throughout the day I was listening to The Loneliest Time by Carly Rae Jepson and Rufus Wainwright on repeat, and then Middle Earth Ambience music when I was resting. I'm a big music listener, but the music depends completely on my mood. So yeah, that's it I think! Thanks for asking <333

Btw I love your new background and profile picture! I think I took a break after Halloween, so when did you change it? (Sorry for any typos)

not many people understand the small dog = big mouth LOLLL

so that’s actually a reason why 70s country is overlooked! a lot of it, at least in the ears of the people in the 70s, sounded more pop country—the word was countrypolitan—and was seen as country music dying or succumbing to pop AND rock trends of the 70s. it wasn’t until the 80s when country had its revival, with artists like randy travis, where most country listeners still thought country sounded like country. but if you go back and listen to the songs i mentioned the other day, they are undeniably country music.

if you really want to learn more about the history and the ages of country music, ken burns has an absolutely amazing documentary series called “Country Music” on PBS. it’s incredibly well made and documents country music all through the 20th century and how the genre came to flourish. i highly highly recommend it!!

oh my goodness i’ve never had crepe suzette, but it sounds really good!! i love ambience 😆 i put it on while i am studying or trying to write since i can’t listen to music with words and write at the same time. i’ll have to check out middle earth ambience.

i apologize for taking a while to get to this!! we got our new fridge in yesterday and i’m getting over my sickness! just some bad sinus drainage, i believe! i hope yesterday was wonderful for you and i hope today is even better!

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rosesandalfazemas · 2 years

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The Devil is in the details (UkArg - EnglandxArgentina) ~ENG version Pt. 2~

PART I

The Draystones was the first Anglo-Argentine band in the whole world; it existed from 2006 to 2015, and its music was '60s-style. You can listen to the song here

Arriving at his office, one of the custodians closed the door on him and walked to the edge of his ebony desk, sitting on the edge, removing his suit top with one hand and adjusting his vest with the other. He let the music play in the background for the rest of the afternoon.

From time to time it made him smile, and from time to time it made him twist the rictus on his face. For he knew, like all Nations, that the songs were more than the inspiration of his children. They were messages.

“My two beloved countries in perfect harmony, united by music beyond politics and stupid prejudices” Gabriel Bocazzi – vocalist

Sometimes, very powerful.

The cell phone illuminated the desk and he knew that many hours had passed, working absorbed, until that moment; with his mind in too many places for human logic. He took the device between his fingers and smiled, because "things" continued to happen that way; it did not matter how many centuries passed, and not even what the circumstances were. Or who.

I wrote: You took too long, to be honest.

MyLittleSun wrote: Ugh. Still, you can't deny me that ingenuity, or the balls.

I wrote: I would never deny anything, godson. Your children have them, they are just like you.

MyLittleSun wrote: Was that a compliment? Wow... are you okay?

I wrote: Why does everyone expect me to be angry about these trifles?

MyLittleSun wrote: oh! Ask with another question, I caught you Hahaha! Arthur laughed to himself, knowing he was caught in that old lesson.

I wrote: They are good musicians; It's kind of retro, but my kids like it. It is because of them that I discovered them.

MyLittleSun wrote: Then they already finished the tour in Europe; I think they will come here next month. What a mix, right?

I wrote: Curious and hopeful, if you ask me. They are the ones that give me little joys in the world. Although I feel somewhat naked for their songs.

MyLittleSun wrote: Mnh, yeah, they're kind of... obvious?

I wrote: They look like a tour of our... things, as they call them. Sometimes I wonder if we didn't get Awakened wrong when we chose them.

MyLittleSun wrote: Not everyone has to be awake to know. They intuit it in the collective unconscious. It's what's in the air; but there is much of this that is magical, as you say, godfather. It doesn't stop showing us things, even if we don't like to see it sometimes.

I wrote: That is true.

MyLittleSun wrote: It doesn't make me bitter, not anymore. I like that they are irreverent as shit and that they impose themselves. This is how big changes are made, with discomfort.

I wrote: ... I did not expect another response from you.

MyLittleSun wrote: LOL! Sorry.

Arthur paused for a moment, before writing again.

I wrote: I miss you, Martin. It's been... I don't know, a few human years. The world is in a maelstrom, and everything seems to collapse all the time.

MyLittleSun wrote: I promise to put my head in the next visit of the Government for trade, before the UN. We are all very engrossed in our things.

I wrote: I am sorry. This music group made me somewhat melancholy. Especially because of the things your womb says.

MyLittleSun wrote: Yeah, they made me think a lot about you too. But not in everything that happened, but in the present. In that we are, somehow, somewhat less conditioned by the circumstances.

I wrote: I don't want diplomatic visits, Tincho. I want you to come home to drink mate; sing together with the guitar that you left me in the room, play chess and checkers, lie to me in a game of Truco; eat barbecue and watch bad soap operas, fight at soccer games... those things.

MyLittleSun wrote: Are you serious?

I wrote: I know we have good things. And I want to reinforce the idea of these children... reinforce it between us; so that it gets into the eyes and genes of our womb children. Although the world turns. I love you and you know it.

MyLittleSun wrote: Me too, but... sometimes, with beings like us, it's complicated, Arthur.

I wrote: I've been told that phrase hundreds of times, over thousands of years.

MyLittleSun wrote: I promise I'll take a casual getaway next month, okay?

I wrote: No. You've come enough already. Will that band be on tour in Buenos Aires? So I'll go there.

MyLittleSun wrote: do you come?

I wrote: Going to a rock concert is something we never did together, what's stopping us now? Also, it would be hilarious for them to know that their Fatherland is seeing them in the audience.

MyLittleSun wrote: If you're perverse, don't let it be noticed, eh?

I wrote: I call it “eccentricity”, dear. Bonnefoy would tell me I'm crazy.

MyLittleSun wrote: It's the crazy thing I like about you. Never stop admiring her.

It was Martin's turn to blush as he finished writing his own words. He wondered if he wasn't being too intrusive with that sweetness that he knew annoyed the Anglo-Saxon, so similar to Alfred's.

Fairly Godfather: Then you accept?

Me: If it's an invitation to go out, yes, why not? Mnh, I imagine that includes the whole...package. You know.

Fairly Godfather: Hahaha! definitely everything. And more, if you like. We'll be on your turf, so I'm running at a disadvantage so you can take advantage of the situation.

Me: Now you're chamuyando, look at you.

Fairly Godfather: Really! Your jokes are very funny.

Me: If you ask me like that… I'm not going to be a bad host.

Fairly Godfather: With the manners I taught you, I expect you to be strictly thorough in every detail. You know well how to entertain guests.

Me: I learnt from the best, afterall.

Kirkland suddenly smiled.

After all, true love is not only found in great deeds; but it is preserved, immutable and immortal, in the small details.

#hetalia #latin hetalia #hwsrarepairweek2022 #aphrarepairweek2022 #aph england #aph argentina #ukarg #arguk #englasndxargentina #pairing #songfic #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #lh argentina #fail translation of myself

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nameless-self-ships · 2 years

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What's the relationship dynamic like between you and the Snatcher? Has he ever made a contract with you? How long did it take him to open up to you? Are the two of you into PDA?

Hi thanks for sending an ask!! And sorry for taking so long to answer!

For our relationship dynamic I'd descibe it as "person harden by the world and refused to open up again x optimist who sees the best in people and slowly breaks their shell"

Snatcher had long given up in love and humanity as a whole, seeing humans as only a fun play thing or a quick snack. So when he meets someone who shows him of all people real genuine kindness, he's dumbfounded. How? Why? Why would someone be nice to him? He could understand why Hat & Bow are nice to him, they're childen (and also aliens!) But me? Who was aware of his reputation? Who knew what he did to people? He just couldn't get it. At first he kinda hated me, making it clear if it wasn't for Hat Kids intervention I'd be dead by now, but he was also subconsciously fascinated. At first he convinced himself he was just curious as to what the fuck was wrong with me, for not being scared of him, for actively wanting to be around him. But eventually he realised it was love. He HATED IT. He told himself he was never going to fall in love after last time (not that he truly loved her but thats a headcanon for another time), but here he his head over heals for a silly little human!! He tried his best to avoid me for a while, I was really confused and quite a bit upset. It wasn't until Hat Kid showed me a certain book I understood why he was avoiding me. I managed to track him down, told him I knew what happened and that if he wanted to me go away I would, and I think that's what broke him. After centuries of building up walls, of not allowing people in, he finally allowed himself to be soft. That was the first time he hugged me, and I guess the rest is history as they say

Wow that was a lot more than I meant to write, I'd say a more modern description of our relationship dynamic is "bastard (Snatcher) and bastard enabler (me)"

Has he made a contract with me? Thats actually how we met! I was wandering in Subcon Forest when I stumbled into one of his traps! He would of had my soul if it wasn't for Hat Kid intervening at the last second. She said she didn't want him taking any souls whist she was around and he reluctantly agreed (he is her contractually obligated bff!). Instead of doing the smart thing and running away I stuck around, from that first meeting I thought he was really cool and wanted to know more. Now he does occasionally give me contracts but they're only silly things, like if I loose the next game in mario kart I have to give him a kiss.

It took a long time, everything I decribed in the first part was over the course of about a year. That still might be relatively quick, especially if you've been around for centuries like him, a year feels like nothing, but it felt like centuries for me!

Neither of us are much for pda, nevermind trying to get him to leave Subcon. Generally the most he dose in public is pet names: toots, sweetheart, dearie. If it's in a sappy romance novel he has called me it.

But when it is the two of us? We are both very physically affectionate, he is a giant lap cat/snake. He likes to coil himself around me and I can't complain! He's so soft and gentle, he knows my joints aren't the best and does everything he can to make sure I'm comfy

#I did not mean to write that much lol #got a bit carried away #I'm on hoilday for the next week with no drawing so maybe I'll do some writing!#jamies ask tag #self ship #self shipping #self inserts #self insert #💜my king💜

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theyellowjacketlibrary · 8 months

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I'm Back!!

Wow! That was the longest break from my blog! What have I been doing? Not writing in my blog!! haha! I was still playing video games and enjoying life as much as possible. I played quite a few games during this break. Shame on me, I bought a few of the games.

Since my last post, I played:

Century: Age of Ashes - this game is a lot of fun. Fast paced and free! It's a multiplayer shooter game where the player rides a dragon. It's gorgeous game. I LOVE dragons. This game is fun and highly recommended. Makes me look forward to another dragon game coming out, Dragon Dash Division.

Teamfight Tactics and Dota Underlords - I played just a little, both fun games and both are free.

Neverwinter - I played just a little Neverwinter. My warlock should be max level by now, but I got sidetracked with some other games. I'll make sure to get her to level 20 soon.

Dinkum - This is a game that took up a lot of my time. It wasn't free, but it was on sale and well worth it. I had so much fun, and I'm not even done with it. I took a break from it, but I definitely want to return and keep building.

Prison Architect - HA! I bought this game too. It was actually really fun. I didn't get through the tutorial and just dived right into the sandbox to build my own prison. It's a lot of fun. I kept contemplating on buying all the expansions. When they go on sale, I'll try and get the expansions. It's a fun game if you like sandbox games and management games -- build and manage your own prisons.

Cities: Skyline - I have Cities: Skyline 2 on my Wishlist and told myself that I wouldn't buy this game and wait for number 2 to come out. For some reason my impulses got the best of me, and I bought it anyway. It wasn't even on sale!! Why I did this, I don't know. Impulses. I decided that I really like this game. And I wasn't sure when I decided that I'll buy #2 when it come out. I had fun building the city. Both in infinite money mode and not. It's a beautiful game and fun. I'll get number two on sale :)

Crayon Physics Deluxe - This game has been in my Steam library for a while now. One night after playing Prison Architect or Cities Skylines, I logged off and logged in with Crayon Physics. I played a few levels. It's a fun and very challenging game that puts your brain to work.

Eternal Return - This is a free battle royale game. It's a unique game and worth playing. Beware the games are long. I'd have to dedicate an entire day to really enjoy the game.

One Military Camp - I bought this one too!! HAHA! I don't know why, but I did. I was having a field day on sandbox time management games. And there is some sort of attention deficiency within me, that I could not resist. I bought it. It's fun. I have not gotten far. There is some difficulty to the game that makes it worth playing.

---- So those were the games in my absence that I played. What I'm playing now? I haven't really played much in the last week or so. A Break from a break. I was going to go back today and play Dinkum. I really like that game. It's so relaxing to build. It's open to multiplayer too where you can have visitors to your Island and can help you build. Beware, they can also destroy. I visited an Island and right when I ported in, they had a "tour guide"!!! I was like, "wow, so serious!" -- I can understand though. Putting your heart and soul into building an Island and then a multiplayer comes in and destroys instead of helping to build. I know it's just a game, but there is a lot of hard work to building. AND that's great that builder has moderators and "tour guides". I'm not sure if I would open my Island. I have a couple Islands that I started aside from my main Island that I might open to visitors. An Island where I won't care so much if a multiplayer destroys it. It's not the same though, because my main Island is so cool and would be fun to have people visit when completed.

For anyone that visits my blog, welcome back to myself and you. I hope you have a great day! I'll post some screenshots of my time away.

#games #gaming #Dinkum #Prison Architect #century age of ashes #One Military Camp #Eternal Return #Crayon Physics Deluxe #cities skylines #teamfight tactics #dota underlords

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theskeletoninthegarden · 1 year

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I had a dream this morning, it took place in "the future".

My mind insists that this time period be dubbed "the Future", with a capital "F", but I digress. I knew it was thus because although my personal quarters-- my mind corrects me, my bedroom was not to be called my "personal quarters", as if I lived on a ship, it was "the Future" but we were still very much on planet Earth.

My...bedroom (I guess, with sarcastic disappointment) was very much in the style of the 22nd century (it looks like my bedroom does now, why must I word it this was). But our living room was very much not. It was an open floor plan, with slick flooring (I hate having used the word "floor" twice there, but we all have our peeves), wide windows that looked out over the metropolis that we called home (has to be metropolis, no one in "the Future" lives in the goddamn country; my brain corrects me, some people do, but those are folk that spend a great deal of their days In Space (my brain says that the "I" and "S" are capitalized here merely for emphasis) but which live in lower income bracket, i.e. galactic miners (my brain falters at the word "galactic" but I'm tired, and fuck if that doesn't sound like a sick band name)).

Where was I?

Oh, my living conditions.

Our living room, so to speak, was Big, but at least one of my roommates had to pass through it to get to his quarters (fight me, brain, I've already used the word bedroom too many times in this context). The television that we used consisted of two main screens and two smaller ones, because, again, it was "the Future" and my brain wishes to stress how incredibly "sci-fi" this era was ("is"? No, not "is"). Anyways, a lot of natural lighting, but so bright the strings of my subconscious assumes that, to some extent, those bitches were fake (I'm more awake, now).

My roommate was a (my brain insists "is a", but, again, I'm still waking up)… mechanical being (a goddamn robot with a TV for a head). A salary man who, in a moment of "wild passion" declared previously that he knew of my affections for him and whom which I was "dating" (it's unclear, something about this man makes it seem calling it "dating" would come off, to him, as being "quaint"). He was one of several other, possibly three, roommates of mine (no, I'm not calling them flat mates. It's "the Future" not "Space Britain").

An aside, but when he confessed that he "knew of my affections" he said it was appropriate that I take the time to write a paper on it (he didn't use the words thesis or dissertation, but he sure as hell used a Word), and that he would take a week off from work, after myself, to do the same for me. This roommate of mine, although a...robot (wow, I can see the strain that put on my little fingers) used a holographic image (Image? That's not right. Skin? Well. Puns.) to present himself as a human being. This was (shut up) common practice among some (wow, grammar) of his folk (too awake, now) when presenting themselves. It was very "high-tech" (sarcasm, love it) in that it was entirely interactable. It seemed very much to be like real, "human" flesh, but with just enough intent could be temporarily interferred with enough to reveal the truth beneath it.

I recall one morning, when he had returned from his own vocation (nice word, I like that word) and I reached down, pulled his face to my own via hooking a finger through a a thick, metallic cable that connected a portion of his monitor to his neck, and kissed him. He could feel it, I could feel him, and, rather abruptly, he said he "was done" and I had to stop. He was distracted, declared that he didn't have time to be exploring one's bodily anatomy, and I wasn't bothered (I'm really going off on a tangent, here. Look, he was a straight laced fellow, with not so secret carnal inclinations that he hid under a thin veil of "respectability". Goddamn if I wouldn't marry him in an instant if I actually knew him IRL).

That day I received a "job offer" (as I called it) for training...somewhere. The email I was given popped up on one of the monitors, and, in regards to the wording, this is where things get truly odd.

The email requested that I "bring a tomato char" to ward off "rogue tomatoes" (a sort of creature? It was going into MMORPG territory, here). And...I truly forget the rest.

At the beginning of the dream, it introduced things by acquainting me with a "soldier model type" of one of these...robots (someone like my roommate, okay). This person was a high ranking officer, very efficient regards to stealth, and yada yada, and whom was fleeing his service. He was picked up by a service vessel (this is fine, as it was a ship capable of space flight), and stripped himself off his holographic skin for the sake of further anonymity (at least to anyone simply looking at him with their "human eyes" (future inquiry was possibly via sciency-science stuff, I don't want to go into it, I simply Cannot right now)).

Beneath the veil was a sort of robot with a very bulky main frame (hahahahahahahaha) that very much looked like a humidifier, but his head (it looked like a head, to be honest, sans the back of the skull) was on a sort of stalk (very much like my roommate-partner, actually, minus the low hanging cord (hahahahahaha)). His face plate very much looked like a porcelain mask. It was pretty cool (creepy to others, but evidentially a thing about "the Future" is presenting an aesthetic that is very "sci-fi" with the occasional dash of old-world whimsy (my room, this mask, the "galactic" miners and their strange love of folk rock).

Anyway, this robot was an escaped soldier model, there was some sort of war a-brewin' (or maybe this really was Space America in that...fuck, in my millennial brain when is it not war time?), and that is how the dream was introduced to me.

I don't know, it was neat, dreams are neat, and can someone go to work for me, please? I want to think about my not-roommate-partner-boyfriend-whatever. He was lovely.

#personal #writing #I suppose #dream #dreaming #dreams #all short of that Minecraft fellow

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poppinisperfection · 3 years

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Cool. || Peter Maximoff x Reader pt. 1 ||

Peter Maximoff x fem!human!Reader

(Y/n) is history teacher.

Requested.

Word Count: 3543

Notes: Peter acts a little strange in this, he's not being cold on purpose - so keep that in mind. Let's all presume (Y/n) is an independent woman who doesn't let an aloof guy ruin her day 💫 it's more of an introduction, so sorry if that dissapoints y'all. I hope you enjoy this extremely long piece of writing, let me know what you think. Requests are open 🙌

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @scorpionchild81

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I flicked the indicator, as it clicked rhythmically and signaled my next turn. Grasping the steering wheel tightly, I wondered whether the direction I was heading in was the right one. My eyes drifted down to the small business card that was beginning to wrinkle from the amount of times it had been read and re-read.

‘Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester County, New York’

With a deep breath, I pushed my foot gently on the accelerator and turned the wheel - solidifying my decision. I drove down the graveled driveway as the evening sun pierced through the acres of fields and forests that dotted the landscape. This place was unlike any school I had ever seen. I had taught at various institutions of all kinds during my training, but something about this place was like something out of a fairytale or Jane Austen novel.

The old academic building grew closer as I prepared to slow down my vehicle and stop at the entrance. I peered around, trying to see if there was any places dedicated for me to park; but as far as I could tell, this was the only appropriate place for me to stop.

I pulled out my key and felt the car’s engine fade to silence. I didn’t notice how comforting the gentle grumbles of the vehicle had been until they were gone. Now, all that was left was my mind and the thousand worries that crashed around inside it. I'm not a mutant, but I often wonder if being anxious about everything is some sort of weird useless mutation that I unfortunately had.

Before I could become consumed by my menial fears, the vintage wooden doors opened up as if on cue. A man in a chair wheeled out as his familiar face smiled at me, and I was honestly quite awe-struck by his sudden appearance. I had spoken to Professor Charles Xavier on the phone before (for the job interview), and I had watched him on television a few times, but something about actually being near him was so incredible. This man changed the lives of so many people, possibly even the world.

I took a deep breath in and returned the kind smile, opening my car door and placing my feet onto the ground - the gravel crunching underfoot.

"Professor Xavier, it's so good to meet you." I spoke nervously, unsure of what I should do with my posture. Should I shake his hand? Should I high-five him? Should I bow? Okay maybe those last two were a bit far-fetched...

"The pleasure is all mine, (Y/n)." A voice rang through my head, as if it were my own thoughts speaking to me. But I recognized the voice, a smooth English accent that belonged to the world's most famous telepath.

"Incredible..." I breathed. Some might find it intrusive or freaky, but I was quite honored and honestly dazzled by his abilities. A figure appeared behind the wheelchair-bound man, distracting me from my child-like awe.

"Don't be a such a show-off, Charles." my attention turned to a tall man wearing a pair of glasses and a smart checkered shirt. "Good Evening, I'm Hank McCoy." he piped up cheerily, holding out his hand for me to shake. I absentmindedly took it, a bit starstruck by the world-renowned engineer, scientist, blue-furry man, and genius.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." I eventually spoke up, causing Hank to raise an eyebrow at my words.

“’(L/n)’? You're the new history teacher?" I nodded at his question, "Oh wow, you came so highly recommend that I presumed you'd be a bit more... experienced?" he chose his words carefully as to not offend. I know that most people picture an old greying woman who wears outdated fashion when they think of a history teacher...

"Oh, I'm young, I know." I explained with a bashful chuckle.

“Hank, you of all people should know greatness is not defined by age.” Charles turned to his colleague.

“I read that you graduated Harvard at 16.” I blurted out.

“15, actually.” McCoy mumbled humbly. Xavier gave a satisfied smile as his point was proven.

“(Y/n) here was top of her class, and I have no doubt that she’ll be a wonderful addition to the school.” the wise mutant stated, assuring Hank and giving me a boost of confidence. “Come inside, Hank can carry your bags for you, won’t you?” the professor inquired cheekily as McCoy threw him a look of slight distain.

“Somedays I wish I wasn’t born with super-strength...” the academic man shook his head - the comment laced with light-hearted sarcasm - before heading to my car and pulling out my two bags, not even giving me a chance to politely object to the offer.

“Ignore him, he’s just grumpy because he’s not on the mission.” Professor Xavier chuckled, turning his wheelchair around and beckoning for me to follow him inside.

“I only trust myself to pilot that beauty.” Hank mentioned wistfully, probably referring to his famous aeronautical creation.

“’The mission’?” I questioned with intrigue, trailing behind him and entering the grand entrance.

“The X-Men are on a routine escort mission for the President at the moment,” my attention turned away from the antique décor as I choked on my breath slightly at his words. Of course I had heard of the famous troop of mutant heroes, but it just suddenly became so real. I was living where the X-Men lived. You know, the same X-Men that saved the world from complete destruction. “I was hoping they’d be here to show you around - but duty calls.” Charles finished.

“Oh of... of course, duty...” I managed to mutter out eventually, earning a slight laugh from the Professor. He didn’t need to be a telepath to read my mind right now. I was so obviously astonished at the whole situation. I couldn’t believe that I was finally here, after months of thinking, considering, and second-guessing. I knew it was a risk, and I couldn’t even return to my parents if it failed.

Let’s just say that my folks weren’t very supportive of my decision to teach at a 'mutant mansion', as they would call it. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was bravery; but I ignored their advice and became determined to come to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngers. Now it was my only chance, since my family won't be welcoming me back anytime soon.

I followed Charles around, as he showed me all the rooms and explained some of the history as Hank make the odd comment or interjection. Most notably that the house was actually only a few years old, owing to the fact that the school had been blown up and rebuild a year ago. That was a fact that I could’ve gone without knowing. All I could do was hope that it didn’t blow up again, or at least not when I was around anyway.

"Your classroom will be right next to the library," Xavier motioned towards a pair of wooden doors that lay open for students to walk freely into, "and feel free to check out any of the books as well - I have a few secret shelves for teachers, with some unregulated research papers on pre-20th century mutations, if that sounds interesting to you?" he added with a playful smile, as I nodded my head in admiration. This place sounded like an absolute dream, and I've only been here for less than an hour.

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As we strolled (and wheeled) down the wooden hallways, I noticed the students disappear one by one. By the looks of it, the early night had truly set in, and the majority of children were either in their rooms studying or hanging out in a common area.

"I suppose there's nothing more we can show you until the class starts tomorrow morning, I was really hoping that the team would be back by now..." Xavier gave a short sigh and furrowed his brows slightly, "But I suppose I've prolonged your tour as long as I could. Perhaps Hank, you could show (Y/n) to her room and she can rest in preparation for tomorrow." his smile returned as he asked his colleague for another favor. McCoy nodded his head and gave me a polite smile, still carrying around my bags from earlier. Maybe he didn't anticipate the Professor giving such an expansive and detailed tour of the mansion, so the bags must've been getting burdensome at this stage.

The spectacle-wearing teacher walked ahead of me and strolled towards the grand staircase that lead to the upstairs area (which we had previously travelled to earlier, but it's mainly bedrooms that we couldn't intrude into). I trailed my fingers along the carved bannister of the staircase, admiring the craftsmanship. Considering the school had been blown apart; this place looked as though it was straight out of a historical drama. The Professor could've went for a more modern update, like the ones you see in magazines and government buildings - but something about the simplicity of 1980s architecture just seemed cold and clinical. I'm glad they kept the historical charm alive.

"So you're really not, well, you know..." Hank broke me out of my daydreaming as he turned his head slightly and paused at the top of the steps. It took me a second to register what he was asking, but then it hit me.

"A mutant? Oh," I gave a meek smile before answering, "No I'm just a regular 'homosapien', completely boring." my sentence ended with a light chuckle at my own expense.

"Then you'll be the first non-mutant teacher here, you're making history." McCoy replied with zest as he began to walk down the hallway again.

"I thought I was supposed to teach history, not make it." I chirped from behind him, earning a snort and chuckle from the nerdy fellow (I know, I know - I'm a superb comedian).

As we passed by the student rooms, I could hear the various sounds emerging from behind their doors. One was gossiping loudly to their friends, another was blasting ABBA and singing along, and I could've swore that I heard some quiet sobs escaping through the keyhole of one door. My face fell into a frown as we passed by, and Hank paused slightly, before turning to me.

"That's Sophie Smith's room, she's homesick a lot." he whispered to me, his features showing concern. "You might have her for a class, so maybe keep an eye out if she's struggling." Hank suggested, as my heart went out for this student. I gave him a nod before we continued on our neverending journey towards my room.

Eventually, we stopped at the end of a corridor and my guide dropped my bags carefully on the wooden flooring. He twisted the door knob with one hand, and I watched as the door opened and revealed my bedroom.

"’Home sweet home’, as the saying goes." Hank uttered with a light tone. I stepped into the room and took my bags from the floor, carrying them in with me.

"It's so..." I breathed, observing the room.

"I know, we were supposed to get the curtains changed last month, but there was a mix-up and it's been dela-" he tried to explain, but I cut him off.

"Oh no! I was going to say, 'It's so perfect'." I clarified, brushing off his embarrassment at the state of the curtains (which were beautiful anyway). I stepped forward and placed my bags at the end of the bed while gazing at the beautiful room. This place was growing on me more and more with each minute that passed.

“I’ll let you get settled in for the night then, there’s a copy of your timetable on your desk - it has all the information you’ll need for classes and etcetera.” Hank gestured to the neat pile of paper sheets on the wooden desk, “There’s always food in the kitchen, feel free to eat whenever and whatever you want.” he added, as my attention turned to my empty stomach. I will definitely be visiting the kitchen after I get settled in.

“Thank you, for everything.” I beamed, unable to truly express my gratitude. He returned the smile and nodded, before shutting the door and returning to his business. As soon as his footsteps disappeared, I fell flat on the quilted bedsheets and sprawled out, giving out a pent up sigh. It was the kind of sigh that released anxiety and replaced it with assurance. From the looks of it, things were going to be alright - and there was nothing more satisfying that knowing you made the right decision.

My brief escape into my feelings was cut short, as my stomach audibly warned me that it was running low on fuel. I turned my head and looked over to the beside alarm clock, reading the time; ‘8:24p.m.’

“Hmm,” I mused as I considered my options, “I should probably read you first...” my eyes drifted to the timetable that sat untouched on the desk. My belly did not agree with this decision, as it grumbled once more. “Okay, alright... yeesh.” I placed a hand against my abdomen, trying to settle the noise. “Food first, read later.” I threw my legs over the side of the bed and resolved to make my way towards the school’s kitchen.

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Finding the kitchen was no problem, as the Professor showed it to me at least three times earlier. I guess he really was trying to stretch that tour out as much as possible. A few of the older students who were hanging around glanced at me as I entered the room. I couldn’t tell if they knew I was a teacher, or if they just thought I was a new student; either way, they didn’t stick around to find out. The group of teenagers grabbed their snacks and left the room once their privacy was interrupted. Honestly, I just think they were gossiping about some pop music band and didn’t want a stranger listening - so I didn’t mind their swift exit. It left me with some privacy as well, which was nice.

I noticed a small radio sitting in the window sill, and decided to switch it on to break the silence. A static noise rang out as I extended the antenna and turned the knob carefully. Soon a voice grew clearer, and I had reached a station playing something. I just let the song play out, since I didn’t want to bother with searching the airwaves for something else.

I stepped over to the pantry and surveyed the contents carefully. I was starving, but I couldn’t figure out what for. I picked up a loaf of bread and placed it on the counter, deciding it would have to be a PB & Jelly sandwich. Grabbing a plate, I began to craft my makeshift dinner. Absentmindedly, my head began to sway gently to the tune that played through the tinny radio speaker. It was one of those cheesy love songs that are always playing these days. There was something so catchy about those songs, and instinctively I began to mouth the words and drift into an MTV daydream.

My brief escape from reality faded away as I noticed a clinking noise coming from the glass and cutlery. It was almost like an earthquake, but I knew that New York was unlikely to experience that kind of disaster (well I hoped so, at least).

A bright light shone outside the window, and I stepped closer to peer out. The basketball court had opened up and revealed a massive basement beneath it. A few seconds later, a black jet descended gracefully from the dark sky and lowered itself underground while the whole mansion trembled with the power it created. I swiftly grabbed the jam jar as it almost slipped off the edge of the counter, and stared in awe.

“So that’s where they keep it...” I breathed out as the basketball court returned to its normal state, as if nothing had happened. I stood in wonder for a few seconds, still holding the jar tightly in my hands. That was probably the most of the X-Men I’d be seeing tonight. I’m no expert on presidential mission debriefing, but I presumed the team of elite heroes wouldn’t be mingling with the common folk upstairs for at least an hou-

“Ugh, this song’s a real bummer.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin as a voice suddenly quipped from beside me. My attention hastily turned to a combat uniformed young man - quickly flicking through the radio stations. I stared at him, half confused and half terrified of his sudden appearance. Slowly I began to recognize his features; silvery hair, aloof attitude, and of course, the recognisable X-Men uniform.

“Hey - you’re that guy...” I tilted my head slightly as I spoke without thinking. In a split second, he appeared at the fridge wearing an entirely new outfit, this time more casual. The music had changed to something more rock-y and alternative, matching his aesthetic. I was almost certain of it. I couldn’t remember his name, but I’ve definitely seen him with the X-Men on the news. I was almost certain of it.

“Nah, you’re thinking of a different guy.” he responded without second thought, while lifting out a can of some kind of soda. I felt my mouth contort in confusion, bemused by his comment.

“I...” my thoughts paused to phrase my words correctly, “You were just wearing an X-Men uniform, you’ve got to be him.” I managed to retort, causing the confident fellow to raise an eyebrow. With the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from my sight again.

“So, you don’t even know his name - and you’re convinced he’s me?” the silver-haired guy stated nonchalantly from behind me as he sipped on his drink. I gasped and grabbed my chest in surprise, not expecting him to sneak up behind me like that. I gave a sigh and prepared to answer the question.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and wracked my brain for a moment, “Peter, right?” I sighed, finally recalling the speedy mutant’s name. I looked up at him and expected some sort of witty remark. Instead, he just stared at me for a few seconds. I avoided his gaze awkwardly and looked down at the jam jar that still sat in my hands. Clearing my throat, I placed it carefully onto the counter beside me - trying to distract from his sudden silence.

“Oh.” I mumbled at the change of topic, “I am. Only arrived here a few hours ago. The Professor showed me around earlier, with Hank, I saw all the classrooms and it was really quite-” I harped on, “I'm sorry, I'm rambling..." my voice lowered, as I watched the casual fellow open up a bag of pretzels and munch on them absentmindedly. He gave a soft chuckle at my apology.

“So, you’re new here?” for the third time, he appeared in a different location, leaving me to turn around one more time. He faced away from me, opening a drawer and surveying its content silently.

"Cool." he replied simply, placing a few more pretzels into his mouth.

"Cool." I repeated gently, trying to decipher his aloofness. This 'Peter' was blunt, distant, and almost cold. It was as if I had offended him somehow. I stared at my surroundings for a brief moment, before deciding to get off of the wrong foot.

"I'm sorry if I was rude earlier; or was it that I couldn't remember your name?" I tried to find the reason for his indifference, wringing my hands with nerves. Peter raised an eyebrow and scowled slightly at my question.

"Rude?" he asked with a shocked tone.

"Yeah, I thought I offended you?" I explained.

"Nah, nah, we're good." he shrugged my theory off and zoomed over to the bin, throwing the crumpled wrapper in it. "I gotta go now, X-Men stuff." Peter turned to me and excused himself. I gave a soft 'oh' in surprise, and held out my hand for him to shake (just a teacher habit, I guess).

"Nice to meet you anyway, Peter." I smiled at him. The silvery guy just stared at my hand and then looked back up to me - but for some reason, avoided my eyes.

"Cool." he said again, before disappearing from sight; leaving me standing there, alone, holding my hand out for no one. Slowly I lowered my wrist and cleared my throat.

"Cool..." I said to myself, still entirely confused by the interaction. My attention quickly turned to the change in music. The radio suddenly shifted from the grungy tunes, back to the end of love ballad that I was listening to earlier. He must've changed it back. I tilted my head and stared at the little radio in the window, listening and thinking.

Maybe he wasn't as cold as I thought. Maybe I'll try and get a better conversation from that silver-haired boy tomorrow. Maybe I'll get that handshake from him. Maybe.

Still, the only thing that matters right now is that I eat that PB&J sandwich.

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'The only way': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out!

"The only way"

"We're going to get out of here, I'm promising you that, that's our hope!"

Chapter Summary: Park & Portnova are still trying to find the location of Yirina & Zasha before an unorthodox way is taken while on their side, Yirina & Zasha tries to give themselves hope...

Link of the Picrew here!

To read it on AO3, click here!

Words : +3000

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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Century House

In the afternoon

It was stressing, the more time was passing, the more Park was actually panicking that she will never found Yirina & Zasha back and she was fearing the worst since the last time that she was captured with Yirina at the Yamantau, the Collective knew that Yirina willingly helped the West even after she learned of the brainwashing and it was sure that their escape put a big target on the back of their head, Yirina been the number one priority to capture or worst...kill at the moment and that fear was overwhelming Park during her work to find something in what was recovered in Peter's apartment, they were a lot but a little that could really help.

She couldn't talk freely to Portnova since that their offices were rigged with CIA bugs all around and even if they could say that, what if the CIA was having their own plans on Yirina and took her before she could with the MI6 & the SAS. Adding to that a race against time with the CIA wasn't really going to help Park to destress more. Her desk was almost filled up with the files, reports, everything that Peter investigates on but it was mainly things that were explaining that wasn't helping to know where Yirina & Zasha could be located...and now, Park needed only one thing: a moment to chill out...and her office isn't the place for that.

Her eyes crossed around the room, sadness been felt when they were looking at Yirina's desk, seeing it empty before they arrive at one thing that Park took with her before going to work: Yirina's diary. If she wanted to get some hope & a bit of a smile, maybe she could try to see clearly & closely what was written in it. So, she got up from her chair, took the diary in her hands before she goes out of her office, walking towards the elevator to reach the underground parking, the only safe place in the building that isn't listened to by the CIA and it was also good that this place wasn't very frequented during these hours.

Park installed herself in the same car that she & Yirina always used when they came back in London, let the radio off for some calm before she starts to read the first pages of the diary, her eyes getting filled with emotions at seeing the handwriting, the drawings that Yirina made in those pages to remember the most important, even Park got her own drawing and she was finding it very beautiful. She continued to read it slowly, discovering from up close what was Yirina's life before everything...

"Why...why did I do this?" She muttered to herself as she was continuing to read the written memories, she was feeling guilty again. "I was stupid, you didn't deserve this, Yiri," She added, looking at a page that was referring to the event that changed everything...Trabzon. "I shouldn't have done this," She whispered, her head going up to look outside and seeing from afar, Portnova going out of the elevator, causing her to close the diary and to get out of the car as Portnova was arriving.

"Park," Portnova spoke up, walking towards the car as Park leaned on the side of it. "I saw you leave your office earlier, you're okay?" She demanded, finally making a stop at least 2 meters from Park.

"Needed some calm," It's what Park could reply to Portnova, her eyes looking over the closed diary between her hands. "And it's only here that I could have a breath without been stressed," She added.

"What's this?" Portnova asked, pointing at the diary.

"It's her diary," Park responded, putting her head up to look at Portnova in the eyes. "I took it before we left for here, might think that it could help me...a bit of hope, you know," She revealed before she starts to offer the diary to her friend. "You want to look at it?" She questioned her.

"I don't know," Portnova mumbled, a bit worried that this diary wasn't something to look at her before she resigned herself. "Yeah, I maybe should," She confided, taking the diary into her own hands as Park crossed her arms, her blue eyes impossible to remove from the diary.

"It's a lot if you want to know," Park commented in a low voice as Portnova just opened the diary at its first page.

"It's like everything she could recover since she got..." Park slightly nodded before Portnova could finish her question as she was starting to read the pages she was seeing at a faster pace than Park did. "Wow, it's...it's...astonishing to see that," Portnova was a little speechless to see the diary, memories that she wasn't remembering coming back when her own name was mentioned on the pages.

"Me too," Park snorted, taking a quick deep breath. "I was amazed when she showed me this for the first time," She told her with a little smile, thinking about that moment back into that old CIA safe house.

"How long it was?" Portnova asked by curiosity.

"It was...4 months ago, a few days after she awake from her coma," Park responded as Portnova was resuming the reading.

"She's recovered a lot, always been..." Portnova was going to continue until she stops herself to talk like that, her eyes seemingly focused on a detail that was written on the page she was seeing. "Didn't know that...she wrote down a phone number," She declared, suddenly getting Park's attention high to cause her to get next to Portnova.

"Let me see that," She demanded, arriving near her friend to check the page where that phone number was, her thoughts slowly gathering to know who could be using that number.

"Any ideas?" Portnova muttered, looking at a thinking Park.

"Freya Helvig," Park could only think about that name at the moment, seeing that this page was written when she & Yirina were in the US at the New Orleans...she remembers well of that moment, Yirina coming back all dizzy after she tried to call Freya. "That's her phone number," She said, Portnova letting her get the diary back in her hands.

"How's that?" Portnova was a bit confused to see that number & Park like that.

"Yirina said that she was able to know that from a Perseus agent in the New Orleans," Park explained, checking the number before she looks around the parking, thinking of something. "It might be our only way," She thought in a low voice before she turn her head around to look at Portnova. "We need to call that number, we could force Freya to cooperate with us,"

"I'm not sure..."

"Portnova, we need to find them, that's our only chance even if that chance is on the other side," Park proclaimed, cutting Portnova in her words as she was looking back at the elevator. "Let's go to a public phone booth to make that call, follow me," She then ordered in a clear voice, starting to walk into the elevator direction, soon followed by Portnova.

Yeah, it was unorthodox as Portnova was saying and even Park was thinking the same way but it was maybe their only way to find their respective lovers again alive and it was sure that the two will certainly force Freya to give up where are the two even after what happened. Instead of going directly outside, the two went back to their offices to grab something to write on & a pen before actually going outside Century House, willing to make that call very fast.

The two went to the nearest red phone booth that was close to the MI6 and the two took directly their roles once arrived at it: Portnova was keeping an eye around while Park was the one making the call to Freya, the stress surely going up inside Park that was thinking about what could happen in that phone call: will Freya help them? Is someone is going to answer that phone call? Is this number still existing? They needed to try and they will do this...it's their only way...

"Come on, answer," Park stressed out after she composed the number, hearing the first beep in her ear from the phone, looking at Portnova that was guarding the phone booth, and then...

"Sonya Kuzmin's speaking," A voice that Park didn't expect to hear came through the phone.

"Sonya?" Park only mutters at this, sounding a bit confused to hear that voice instead of Freya's one.

"Who is this?" Sonya demanded, also confused to been addressed like that.

"It's...it's Helen Park...from the MI6," Park decided to confess directly instead of faking up to be a Perseus agent, that wasn't going to work and what she could hear was the noises of surprise through the phone.

"What...what's the fuck? How did you get this number?" Sonya asked in a surprised voice, sounding a little angry & mostly astonished.

"I thought it was...Freya's number," Park told them in a low voice.

"It is but she isn't here at the moment so..." Sonya explained before they stops themselves in their voice. "You didn't answer my question, how did you get this number?" She asked again, sounding assertive.

"I got it from...it's Yirina who got it," Park responded, her tone unsure of telling Yirina's name to them. "Yirina Grigoriev, she wrote it down in her diary,"

"Grigoriev?" Sonya whispered. "Her? But why...why are you calling me?"

"Listen, Sonya, do you know where they are?" Park demanded, going into the subject of this conversation.

"How the fuck I know? I didn't hear anything since most times except that MI6 raid on a hideout in London yesterday," Sonya complained, their voice taking a tone that was not understanding the reason for the call.

"Yirina & Zasha got captured!" Park spoke up, raising a bit her voice through the phone as Portnova slightly looks at her, having heard her voice going up. "Said that Stone captured them,"

"Captured? But...that's weird..." Sonya's voice was like thinking as if something was wrong and Park could identify it. "We didn't hear anything from our agents in London saying that they got someone,"

"So even you don't know that Yirina & Zasha got captured?" Park presumed.

"I didn't know," Sonya replied instantly, not relieving Park at all to learn that. "But...knowing who are over there, I might think that the two will survive any longer," They thought with a clear voice before a deep breath is taken. "Okay...you have something to write on?"

"What are you doing?" Park demanded even if she was taking off the piece of paper along with the pen, ready to write down the important things.

"I'm giving you...the only Perseus safehouse remaining in London but nothing else," Sonya answered before they starts to tell Park what she wanted to hear since the moment she learned with Portnova that their lovers were captured, writing down the location of that place. "Listen, I may help you but that doesn't mean that you can call me every day,"

"Thank you, Sonya," Park told them with a relieved voice.

"Don't thank me, it's the only way for me," Sonya proclaimed before the sound of a door was heard. "I've gotta go, goodbye," They added before the phone suddenly hang out, not leaving to Park the opportunity to say her goodbye to Sonya as she was looking down at what she wrote, the safe house that Yirina & Zasha were and it only took her five seconds before she decides to make another call...sounding very relieved to finally know the truth...

"Price, it's Helen, we know where they are, find us at the underground parking!"

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Somewhere

At the same time

I couldn't know what happened at the moment when I closes my eyes, trying to figure it out inside of my head as I thought that I passed out in front of everyone including Zasha and I don't know how much time passed before I could finally open my eyes, finding that my vision was at first all blurred when my eyelashes open up as if I needed some glasses but the most troubling was that I could only see from my right eye, the other...been covered with those bandages around my head and slightly stinging me a little bit.

When my right eye could recover its normal vision, I was able to see that I was still in that cell, laid down on the ground as I was facing one of the brick walls, my hands having served as a sort of pillow for the left side of my head before I decide to slowly get my back against the wall, finally able to move my body without having it hurting me, my eye crossing around the room as I could see Zasha who was in the same position as me at least 2 meters from me, their back on another wall.

"Zed," I spoke up, my voice finding back its former tone unlike maybe hours ago, to call them out as their head was looking down. "Zasha!" I repeated again, a little bit louder.

"What, what?" They almost jump scared from their spot at hearing me, raising their head in a fast move before their eyes went on me. "Yirina?" They muttered, eyes going wide on their side. "You...you awake, you awake!" They exclaimed, sounding happy to see me finally up

"I...what happened?" I demanded, still trying to know what happened.

"Shit, you...you passed out in front of everyone," They replied, their voice going back into a normal tone, their left hand going behind their head to scratch it. "You lost consciousness and you convulsed, they managed to control it before they left us...it was like...hours ago," They added, giving some details about it.

"They? Like...the four of them?" I questioned them but they shook their head at me.

"It was mostly Lukas & Beck doing it with me trying to assist while the two other...they left at the moment you passed out," They answered, putting their hands back on their lap in front of them "Those...Bellamy &...Sarah...didn't have any compassion for you," They proclaimed, their voice breaking down at saying Sarah's name. "Fuck, Sarah...I...she's with them,"

"She's Stone sister, been fooled us to think that Harry Stone was still alive...to get us, me & you," I revealed but it wasn't looking like the first time that Zasha learned about it, just by looking on their face. "She...did she..."

"Yes...she did," They muttered, still looking down away from me. "Hours ago,"

"Damn it," I cursed, turning my head away from them to look at my own hands, a bit hurting to have them getting used as a pillow. "My eye..." I then took consciousness of that situation after checking them, my left hand slowly moving to touch the left side of my head, only feeling the bandages that were going around my head to cover up my left eye.

"Beck said that they injected you with something in the eyesocket and that it got infected," Zasha told me, finally looking towards me, a face of sadness on them. "How does it feel?" They demanded, pointing out at my eye.

"It stings," I responded in a low voice

"You want me to take a look at it?" Zasha proposed but I shook my head to this idea, not wanting them to what was under that bandage. "You're sure?" They insisted, starting to move slowly from their spot to reach me.

"I..." I tried to say as they were slowly going to me before I resigns myself to let them do what they wanted to do. "Fine, do it," I told them, trying to stay positive in my voice before Zasha starts to unwrap in slow motion, the bandages around my face after they arrived in front of me.

I was panicking on the inside at seeing their reaction as they were removing the bandages, feeling my left eye getting away from that little darkness before the bandages were all removed off me...and then, I could see Zasha's face going into a scared mood at seeing my left eye...that's eye vision was like blurred at the maximum, my right one staying perfect and inside of me, I was confused about what to do and what to say at this...my eyes weren't having the same vision...

"Fuck..." Zasha whispered, their eyes focused on my left one that was still stinging

"What?" I could mutter at that reaction from them, fearing the worst just by seeing them like that.

"Your left eye is no longer in the same color shape as your right eye," They declared, their eyes drifting between my two eyes, a sort of examination from them. "It's like more a light blue...and sort of going white," They added.

"My vision at my left is all blurred," I told them with a sad voice before I look down, away from them. "As if I wasn't fucked up already," I cursed at myself, just to think of it. "I got brainwashed, left for dead, and now, I'm going to lose my vision on one eye," I mumbled before taking a breath. "I'm a fucking mess,"

"You're not, Yirina," Zasha protested at my remark, shaking their head at this. "You're strong and you know it," They added as they decides to move next to me to my right closely, us looking right in front of us. "We've been through a lot in the past and maybe a lot in the future but we both know that we'll do our best to get it done...we just need some hope," They confessed in a sadder voice at me. "Yiri...Beans...it's hard," They snorted, seeing on their face the first tears coming out of their eyes.

"Zed, don't cry, please," I said to them in a low voice, seeing them cleaning up the falling tears with their hand. "We're going to do this, our hope is coming," I proclaimed before I decides to get my right arm behind their neck, to give them at least some comfort at this hard moment happening...

"We're going to get out of here, I'm promising you that, that's our hope!"

#call of duty cold war #black ops cold war #cod #call of duty #cod bell #cod black ops cold war #cod cold war #cod cw #cod bocw #fem!bell #helen park #yirina grigoriev #bell x park

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pazii · 3 years

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!! - A long post

For context : I envisioned Fontaine being similar to 18th century France (there's a large disparity between the rich and the poor, Enlightenment period and there's a tension between the divine and mortals) and when it comes to the judicial system, I can see it being ruled by the whims of the Hydro Archon. I hc that only a handful of people across Teyvat knows about the poverty problem.

Aude was an orphan and grew up in one of the orphanage in the capital of Fontaine ; where learned how to read and write. When she was about 8 years old, a famine caused by a bad season, forced the orphanage to kick out some of the kids that had no hopes of being adopted and she was one of them.

Thankfully, one of the older kids (named Pierrot) that were also kicked out took her under his wing. At first, they were a group of 5 children depending on Pierrot who was basically working a lot of odd jobs for them to survive. Of course, they were also working but they aren't getting paid as much.

A year or so later, Pierrot got a job as a sailor, which paid a livable wage. He basically had no choice but to leave Aude as the caretaker of the 4 other kids.

The first 4 months went smoothly, Aude got a job as a servant of a daugther of a rich merchant, she basically followed her everywhere, even in her private classes. That's when she realised that she had a passion for learning and all things science. With her salary and Pierrot's salary (bc he sends back his money) she could properly feed the 4 other children under her care.

Until, another famine hit Fontaine, this time it was worse than the previous one, since the government didn't properly handled the crisis. This time the food weren't equally distributed and the Hydro Archon, goddess of Justice didn't do anything about it.

In the end, she was the only one who survived the famine. Two of the children she took care died of cold/dysentry/fever and one of them disappeared.

With this news, Pierrot came home to take care of Aude who was all alone at this point (and depressed). Since, he knew that Aude really liked to learn, he paid her lessons and books. To the teacher's surprise Aude was able to keep up with ease with her lessons.

** Aude is by no means a genius but she's easily remembers things she likes. She also studies often.**

With the recommendation of her teacher, she was sent to a school in Sumeru. Pierrot was more than happy to finance her studies.

Her time in Sumeru would be the best time of her life. Aude was living a better life than the one she was used to. When she finally graduated what is essentially the equivalent of highschool. She enrolled and was accepted at a University in Fontaine, to live with Pierrot (they are lovers at this point).

When she returned in Fontaine, there was a noticable tension between the divine and the mortals. Even the rich weren't happy about the status quo.

Around this time her lover admitted that he had been working as an informant to an underground group that wants the Hydro Archon to step down and let the people choose their government.

At first Aude was skeptical about the group but she wasn't opposed to Pierrot working as their informant.

Fast forward a couple of months and someone snitched about the group. Since most of the people in the group were affliated to the Hydro Archon (they were nobles), most of them were graced by the Archon. Only a few of them (sons/daugthers of merchants, the paid workers) were severely punished, including her lover.

Since this was the highest of offense a mortal could do, the punisment were so severe that no one survived.

At this point, Aude was disillusioned to the fact that the Hydro Archon's judgment were fair and just. If that were the case, the Archon would've understand that Pierrot was only trying to earn a living. This lead her and the others who were wronged to re-create another group to seize control over Fontaine. They were more weary towards those affiliated to the Archon and the nobles.

Despite this, Aude learned to move on but she still believes that a reform should be done.

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How she obtained her Vision : (she's has a Geo Vision and is a pole arm wielder)

Her thesis was about how the elemental energy was stored/generated in a Vision. For this, she studied in Liyue where she knows a lot of minerals were imbued with elemental energy, a great plus is that you can find anything in Liyue. That's where she bought what was supposed to be an empty Vision (it's holders have thrown it away or passed away). Upon touching the gem, it glowed bright gold, revealing a new Geo Vision.

Aude was very angry that day.

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I really pushed it when it comes to tragic backstory. I hope her backstory doesn't feel cliche 🤔. Feedback is appreciated :3

Wow!! It was so fun to read through! Ngl I love history and kinda a nerd about it so how you wrote Fontaine is so amazing!

Her backstory is amazingly written!! I love it! It's definitely not cliche it's very logical and explains how Aude became the person she is today! She is such an interesting character with so much story to unpack!! I definitely hope the Canon Fontaine will be as interesting as your version!

With everything she had gone through and learned throughout her life I can only guess how she felt when she received her vision..Learning more about Aude makes me appreciate and love her so much more 💕

Please keep it up!!

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kaijuno · 5 years

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Y'ever think about glass?

Because we've gotten to a place this century where Gen-Z is gonna be the first generation ever that didn't grow up without constant access to high speed internet, but they're also the first generation for whom broken glass is something they can be habituated to. Like, for every generation before glass was vessels and windows and it was nearly impossible to "fix" the original glass safely and if a vessel or window was broken you couldn't live with it because however much art you applied to glass, at the end of the day, ultimately, in essence, all that shit, it was utilitarian. Except mosaics. Or glass sculptures... Well, except the principle is the same because even if something's only "purpose" is aesthetic and it's made of glass, it's still "broken" if it shatters. But this generation is growing up with ubiquitous, fragile glass screens on all their devices. A cursory glance at the literature (tech site articles, one of which I just laughed at and scrolled past dismissively titled "How bad is the broken smartphone screen epidemic? Motorola gives us the lowdown" lmao) suggests most people fix their screens or upgrade on the two year cycle--"planned obsolescence," as opposed to organic obsolescence where technology has become more than incrementally better, should be illegal but whatever--Christ am I ever going to finish this sentence? The time it took me to realize where I was in the syntax of that sentence with TWO ASIDES, I realized I was talking outta my ass. Previous generations were habituated to broken glass by windshields or urban decay. It's still... unprecedented before the 20th century. That's a little less "wow I didn't realize this thing wow," but here, howabout this? The Egyptians were the first civilization to make clear glass--yeah, that's right, stained or colored glass used to be the standard. Fuckin take *that* to the fuckin brain bank. Make a deposit. Hey while you're there could you cash this fact check for me? When we talk about Classical Greece, motherfuckers didn't even have a concept of homo- or heterosexuality; rather, to them it was penetrator and penetrated and as long as you were the penetrator, you were superior or in authority no matter what hole you've fallen into. I've heard glass dildoes are slippery? Hey anyway I'm waiting on a copy of Aristophanes' fragments so I can write a real micro-essay on dick-bones and dildoes. Fucken you ain't ready for this shit yet, this is gonna be fucken Catullus coming back from the dead with a new EP. Academia is fucking weird. Ever heard of Basque? It's not related to any other language we know of but because it's speakers are in Spain it influenced Spanish and so while every other Romance language has the normal sinist- stem for "left," Spanish borrowed the Basque izquierda. They were, and I'm not joking, probably too afraid to use their original word for left (there's a reason "sinister" means what it does in English) and instead euphemistically borrowed the Basque one, especially as Latin lost its place as the universal language to its regional descendants and became a scholarly/church language... which illiterate peasants thought was magic. "Hocus pocus" comes from Hoc est Corpus Christi, "This is the Body of Christ," because peasants thought transubstantiation--turning bread and wine literally into Jesus--was magic. Which it is, and as a very Catholic Episcopalian (liberal politics, old fashioned liturgy) but let's not fuckin get me started on religion.

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clownao · 6 years

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A few of you seem to be interested in my OC Mio. So I did this OC fic instead of writing Which Partner... yeah. I have no self control.

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wasabi

Mio stared at the huge onigiri laying innocently in front of her.

Karma’s cacophonous cackles rang through the classroom. “Oy, Hikage, you know you can back out any second now,” he teased her, a wicked smirk on his face.

“I'm going to eat this,” Mio murmured savagely, glaring daggers at the offending onigiri.

Mio had been imitating Karma and his mannerisms for fun, but she'd went a bit too overboard and angered Karma. Karma, being the malicious devil he was, challenged Mio to a bet. Mio brashly agreed, and to her severe humiliation, she lost the bet. And now she had had to eat a spiced onigiri filled with wasabi. Technically, she could refuse (read: chicken out), but she didn't want her reputation to be damaged further. And besides, Karma’s smug face was really pissing her off.

“You deserve this,” Kataoka had just commented when Mio talked about it.

Nakamura casually leaned against Mio’s desk, observing the onigiri with interest. “Come on, a little wasabi can't bother our ruthless Mio-chan, right?”

Kimura, one of Mio’s best friends, happened to be watching. Upon seeing a uncharacteristic waver in Mio’s eyes, and the way her hand shook slightly, he began to wonder if the daring Mio was actually afraid of spicy food. After all, he'd never seen her eat anything remotely spicy. She even had some reservations when Kimura offered her his mom’s famous homemade curry.

So that's how this girl can be defeated… using wasabi.

“Hikage, don't force yourself if you're not up to it,” Kimura called, unusual worry for his friend bubbling inside him.

“Oooh,” Karma and Maehara drawled. They had taken up a habit of wolf-whistling every time Kimura and Mio talked, which was seriously annoying Kimura.

Mio shook her head stubbornly. “Don't worry, Kimura! I will finish this onigiri.” She grabbed a water bottle, and plopped it on her desk with unnecessary force.

“I. Am. Ready,” Mio announced, face stiffening with determination. Nakamura, Karma, and Maehara clapped boisterously and cheered her on.

“... If you say so.” Kimura sweatdropped.

Mio could feel the eyes of the class on her. She’d always been so cool and casual in front of her classmates; she couldn't afford to panic now. Her hand reached out for the onigiri, and gripped it firmly.

Jeez, that Karma had to make it plus-sized too… and he knows my favourite food is onigiri. He'd gone so far on this personal attack!

Squeezing her eyes shut, Mio slowly lifted the dreaded onigiri to her mouth. When it was around halfway there, Mio thought “fuck it”, stuffed the onigiri in her mouth, and chomped down. It wasn't like she had anything more to lose.

“Mio-chan!” Nakamura exclaimed.

For a single, shining moment, Mio could taste the gorgeous, glutinous grains of rice, which lured her in a false sense of security-

Then pain abruptly invaded Mio’s senses. She coughed, instinctively whipping the onigiri away. Her tongue was burning and sizzling, and her mouth and eyes watered. Soon, her throat began to feel like it was on fire. She blindly grabbed her water bottle and chugged half of its contents down.

“Wow…” her classmates gaped, equal parts horrified, amused, and in awe.

“Gah!” Mio burst out, her tongue dangling out, which made her look like a dog. “The actual fuck-”

“Language!” Kataoka hollered from the other side of the room.

“Hikage, you okay?” Maehara approached her and asked.

“If you can't do it, it's okay too!” Nakamura said.

“Your face is all red,” Hazama commented idly.

“Oy!” Kimura barked upon seeing the classmates crowding around his friend. “Give her some space! Hikage, don't do anything stupid!”

“Ha…” Mio wiped a few tears from her eyes. “Kimura’s finally acting like a police officer… so cool… so full of authority…”

“Hey, why did you add that ‘finally’?” Kimura cried, eyebrows pinched together. “And I was actually concerned about you!”

(Kimura usually didn't mind Mio’s jokes, but maybe seeing her so affected by wasabi of all things made Kimura a little touchy. At least he could see the wasabi hadn't killed Mio’s sassy brain.)

“Eat it slowly, will you? No one wants you to choke and die,” Hazama remarked bluntly.

Maehara coughed. “Let's kill Korosensei using a wasabi-filled onigiri.”

“Very encouraging, Hazama-chan.” Mio rolled her eyes. The girl resolved to finish this cursed onigiri as quickly as possible, or else she would prolong her suffering. She took the onigiri again and braced herself for the second assault-

“I'm going to get some water!” Kimura yelled. He grabbed Mio’s water bottle and zoomed to the water fountain outside. The other students felt a sudden breeze whoosh past them as Kimura dashed away. The panting boy ran back to the classroom, where Mio was furiously chomping rice and wasabi in her mouth. A red flush began to fill her cheeks, and he could see what suspiciously looked like moisture in her eyes.

“Take it easy, Mio-chan.” Nakamura cheerily wiped the sweat from Mio’s face.

“You're doing great, and Karma is a douchebag.” Hazama flipped through a book on curses.

Karma’s mercury eyes were dancing with mischief. “This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't had made so much fun of me,” he drawled.

Mio snatched the water bottle from Kimura, and drank it as if it was her lifeline (it probably was). The cool liquid ran down her throat, soothing her tingling tongue. “Kimura, you're a lifesaver,” she mumbled after a long drink. “I love you.”

Even though Kimura knew it didn't mean anything, hearing the words “I love you” still made his heart skip a beat. Which was really weird, because Mio was like a wacky sister to him.

“I'm sorry I had to make you go through this." Mio sent Kimura an apologetic glance. “It'll hopefully get better from now on.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but it'll probably feel worse and worse until you desperately crave the sweet release of death,” Hazama said. “Just trying to mentally prepare you.”

Throughout the next ten minutes, Mio did her best to cram the wasabi onigiri down her stomach, while Kimura became a delivery boy, and made countless trips to the water fountain and back to bring cold water. The other students were all yelling and cheering, their voices growing greater with every bite she finished.

“You're almost done!” Nakamura’s hands tightly gripped Mio’s desk, her baby blue eyes shimmering with anticipation.

“Not to sound dramatic, but I want to fucking die.” Mio’s speech was slurred due to the intense sensations her tongue was experiencing. She coughed loudly, and every hot breath that escaped her lips was a torture to her mouth. Her tired eyes found the very last piece of onigiri, and she found she had no strength or motivation to move.

“G-go for it!” Kimura’s red forehead was dotted with beads of sweat, and he solidly placed the water bottle besides Mio. He then bended and placed his palms on his knees.

Mio felt sorry for Kimura. He didn't have to do so much for her, especially when he wasn’t involved. But she could hardly form a sentence to convey that.

The class’s cheers crescendoed into a defeating roar as Mio gingerly picked up the mixture of rice and wasabi. Her lips parted and with magical resolve, she put it in her mouth and chewed. After what felt like a century, she swallowed.

“I… finished?” she muttered, dazed.

“HOORAY!” Nakamura flung her arms in the air. “Mio-chan! Mio-chan!”

Kimura practically shoved the water bottle in her face. “Drink th-this.”

Mio’s face was as red as a tomato, and strands of hair were plastered to her sweaty forehead. She gladly took the bottle.

“I don't want to eat an onigiri ever again,” Mio mumbled. “I'm so done.”

“But Mio-chan, your favourite food is onigiri!”

Mio slumped over her desk, red cheeks squishing against the surface. “I've been defeated…” Her voice was unusually soft.

Maehara and Okajima watched the girl with interest. “Is it just me, but Hikage… without her mean words… looks pretty cute now…”

That irritated Mio. “Oy, you boys-” she started to say, but broke into a coughing fit. Nakamura thumped on her back with much gusto.

Kimura himself was hot and tired after all that running. He stumbled to a nearby seat, not caring whose it was.

“Kimura-chan!”

Kimura’s head immediately snapped up, because there was only one person he knew that would call him with the suffix “chan”.

Kurahashi bounded over, a carton of apple juice in her hand. The cute smile on her face was dazzling Kimura.

“Kimura-chan worked really hard today!” Kurahashi sang. “Here, take this juice to replenish your energy!”

Kimura’s eyes widened. “E-eh? I-I-I can't d-do that-” he stuttered.

He was too late, and Kurahashi had already pressed the carton in his hands. “Kimura-chan was really cool just now~~”

Pink dotted Kimura’s cheeks, and he scratched his head sheepishly. “Ah, really?” the flattered boy laughed.

As Kimura happily sipped his apple juice, Mio said, “Thanks for helping me, Kimura. You didn't have to do that. It was all my fault.”

“No problem. What are friends for?” he flashed Mio a grin.

“Ah, you two must be exhausted.”

Kimura and Mio tilted their head to see the class mom Hara with a placid smile. She was holding an onigiri.

The old Mio would've cheered loudly and eaten the onigiri in a view bites, but now she just wanted to vomit.

“I can't have you hating onigiri for the rest of your life, so I saved one from lunch for you. I guarantee it tastes delicious,” Hara said.

“... You don't have to…” Mio was so moved, tears began to form in her eyes.

Hara took out a pair of chopsticks and divided the onigiri in two. “Here, take half too, Kimura. You need it.”

Kimura and Mio were shocked by Hara’s kindness, but they couldn't refuse.

“T-thank you, Hara-san,” Kimura looked at her gratefully. He poked Mio in the side. “Hey, say thank you too!”

“Thank you…”

The class watched as the duo munched on Hara’s onigiri, while Hara petted their heads in a motherly way.

“This onigiri… is a gift from God,” Mio announced, grains of rice on her face. “It has restored my faith in humanity. Hara, I am forever in your debt. ”

“Don't talk with your mouth full!” Kataoka reminded.

Hara just chuckled. “Now, Mio, don't be so risky anymore, okay? People may take revenge, and you may suffer.”

“Yeah, that's true,” Karma added, but from his facial expression, everyone could see clearly he was still mad at Mio. Mio noticed his look, and glared at him.

“I'm not forgiving you, red feathered dude,” Mio said icily.

“Good to know. I'm not forgiving you either.” Karma idly played with his rubber knife, but his bloodlust was obvious.

“You are playing a very dangerous game here,” Hazama murmured in her ear.

“Well,” Mio yawned. “That's the cost of having a fun life.”

***

I also filled out the assclass OC fic bingo sheet by @dr-j33 just for fun. I was tempted to add "Nagisa who?" but lmao Nagisa doesn't appear much in my non OC fanfics anyway.

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classroom oc #hikage mio #kimura justice #nakamura rio #hazama kirara #akabane karma #my fic #long post

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Goblin ❣︎ 도깨비

Kim Shin, an undefeated war general, is ultimately killed by a jealous young king named Wang Yeo. After death, Shin is revived by the gods—but his revival is by no means miraculous. He becomes a 도깨비 (dokkaebi, goblin), and is cursed. He will have to pay for all the lives he took in battle by living alone in immortality, witnessing everyone he's ever loved, die. Remaining lodged in his chest is the very sword that killed him. There is only person who can see that sword, and draw from his heart so that he can finally rest in peace: his bride... whom he's yet to meet.

Things get spoilery under the cut—you've been warned! ;)

Chipper, yeah? Haha so, right off the bat, the premises of Goblin remind me of like, a much more morbid version of the legend of King Arthur. You know, a man draws a sword from stone to prove himself the greatest king in all of Britain? Yeah. Just to be clear: this is a good thing (imo). Like, I personally think this is just such a cool idea for a drama 😍

Let's jump right in. I'm gonna be honest and say that, at first, I felt a little turned off at the female lead, Eun Tak, being nineteen (in the beginning of the show), meanwhile the male lead, Shin, is 900+ years old (but physically looks to be in his thirties). It just... rubbed me weird. But hey, the Twilight series (both the books and the movies) is exactly the same—high school girl, century-old man, bananas yet somehow romantic storyline... And I loved me some Twilight as a young adult. So I mean, I have no right to judge, really. Plus, Eun Tak soon turns twenty anyway. So that's an improvement I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ We follow her character into her late twenties, nearly thirty. So things are definitely fine by then haha! 👍

Don't let that previous bit make you think I didn't enjoy Goblin—I LOVED it. That detail is just a lil funky to me, is all. Back during my Twilight obsession days, I was nearly twenty myself, and the thought of being pursued by an older man was exciting. Hell, I mean, it still is! But now that I'm two years shy of my 30th Birthday, I feel differently sometimes. I think, LAWD get that girl away from that man, she too young for him LOL. I am definitely getting old... Enough about Twilight now, apologies! I'm only using it for the sake of conveying similarities seen in Goblin 🙏 Let's talk cast!

Kim Go Eun as Ji Eun Tak and Gong Yoo as Kim Shin

Eun Tak is a bubbly young woman with limitless energy! While still in her mother's womb, Mama Ji was involved in a hit-and-run incident which, sadly, took her life. During Mama Ji's dying moments, she prayed to anyone above that her child's life be spared. Sat on a rooftop from afar, beer in hand (lol), Shin hears her prayers, as he is a god of sorts. He appears before Mama Ji, and shows mercy to her unborn baby. Eun Tak grows up with the ability to see/speak to ghosts. Said ghosts tell her constantly that she is the goblin's bride. How do they know? A strange birthmark on the back of Eun Tak's neck tips them off. Eun Tak unfortunately was taken in by her abusive bitch of an aunt, who jabs Eun Tak every chance she gets. Her cousins are assholes. Eun Tak's aunt really only keeps her around in hopes of collecting Mama Ji's savings (intended for Eun Tak) one day. Sad, right? I mean, isn't Eun Tak being born without her mother enough as it is? Life can be so cruel 😔

Lee Dong Wook as Grim Reaper/Reaper/Wang Yeo

This is Grim Reaper (or Reaper for short), portrayed by the handsome Lee Dong Wook. His character is just this strange, not at all tech-savvy man with a constant deadpan facial expression. Said facial expression provokes so many giggles during funny moments, and drives home the longing and desperation during sad times. We learn quite a ways in that he, in his previous life (again, just in case: spoiler), was Wang Yeo G A S P ! The young king that is essentially responsible for Shin's death, as well as all the misdeeds that were done to Shin's family. Again, this is something I don't want to spoil. Well, more, anyway 😆 You gotta see it!

Yoo In Na as Kim Sun/Sunny

Kim Sun, or simply, Sunny (she loves to spell her name for people lol, S-U-N-N-Y!) is the second female lead. Yoo In Na is so gorgeous that one look at her makes you feel like such a potato hahhah. 🥔 This fact about her beauty bleeds over into the show itself—every time another character meets Sunny, the camera does this slow motion pan into her lmao. She really is that pretty! Sunny's personality comes across so odd at first... Having watched all of the episodes now, I feel the intention of Goblin's creators was to make her seem like a soul searching for something it has lost in a previous life. idk if that makes sense, but yeah. She has this way about her, like she's disconnected from others, and is sifting through the haziness to find this thing she feels she's lost.

Yook Sungjae (my BtoB bias 😍) as Yoo Deok Hwa

Sungjaeeee ahhhh 💘💘💘 I had to gush, sorry! Hehe. Meet Deok Hwa: unofficial nephew of Shin. Deok Hwa is a third-generation chaebol (heir to a family-owned corporation) and spoiled man-child, always seeking his credit card hahaha 🤣 But I love him so much. Between Gong Yoo, Lee Dong Wook, and BtoB Sungjae? Man, I'm dying over here! Deok Hwa's true identity is revealed later in the show, which if you haven't seen it yet, I won't spoil it. Just watch. But his ending sucked. Like where did he go? Everyone else's endings got tied up neatly except for his. What gives, man? 🤔 Edit: I was actually reading an online conversation about what happened to Deok Hwa online—someone jokingly said he was reincarnated as BtoB Sungjae LOL 💯

Other various comments

AMAZING OST 😍😍😍

Good pace, episodes drag at times. A little confusing in the beginning, but you get there eventually. Maybe this is just me though, viewers who are a little more keen than I will likely catch on sooner ;) My mom was a little confused as well, and actually said at one point, "This should be called the 'what-the-hell-is-going-on' show," hahaha. Like I said though, we quickly moved on from this, and loved all the things. There are actually, I think, three (?) specials that were made to aid viewers in making sure they understand the complex events and relationships clearly. I haven't watched them yet, but want to!

Quite repetitive tbh, as there are unnecessary flashbacks often. Probably for two reasons: the obvious of reminding you what's what, but also to create suspense. Typical duration of most tvN dramas seems to be about 16 episodes, so it's possible these flashbacks and things are, for lack of a better word, filler. I don't know how rigid or lax tvN is about having a drama set at 16 eps, but I get the idea this is their preference. Seeing as so many of their programs on average last that long, I feel this must be what they want. Such has the potential to affect the writing, either positively or negatively.

A continuation of the previous bullet: I think Goblin's creators oversimplified the plot at times. I'm unsure if this is due to possible pressures to meet a specific requirement(s), or what. I'd rather forgo ALL restrictions and let creativity flow, let the story be told without pressure to fill a specific amount of time, etc. but TV production is weird. And contracts are weird. tvN might not to blame for these issues, could simply be that storytelling isn't always easy, man. I'm a writer myself, it's hard! I'M being redundant now lmfao! Anyway, yeah ~

Absolutely LOVED all the scenes that were filmed on location in beautiful Québec City, Canada 🍁 Tall, romantic trees, the fall foliage, historic buildings... sigh. Now all I need is Gong Yoo chasing me and we're all set! ;D

In addition to Shin being revived, my crush on Gong Yoo has been revived as well LOL. He fine 🔥 A classic K drama crush, can't go wrong with GY👌

Gong Yoo is always stellar at doing kiseu (kiss) scenes, and in Goblin, he does not disappoint. He really goes at it 🙈 which is preferred vs. the typical person kissing a stone statue that you see so often. He even did a lift kiss with Kim Go Eun that was reminiscent of THEE Coffee Prince kiss he did with actress Yoon Eun Hye! 😍

I never saw it coming, how the sword would wind up being removed from Shin's chest. I worried what the writers were going to do, how would they approach this, and just wow. The way things turned out is such a relief. It also told me that Shin's love for Eun Tak is true. I mean, I didn't need that scene to occur for me to know that, rather it just adds extra oomph that yes, Shin really does love Eun Tak. He didn't want her to suffer knowing she was responsible for his "death," so he thought quick and used her hands WITH his hands asdfghjkl. How dumb (bc noooo now you're gonna die) and amazing he is at the same time 💜

I love how Shin made his way back to Eun Tak after passing away, it was such a powerful scene. I could really feel his struggle, and kept yelling at my TV for him to stand up lol!

Devastated that Eun Tak died 😭 I really thought as many times as she'd cheated death before, she would somehow continue cheating death again and again for the rest of her days. But no... What a selfless person, Ji Eun Tak. Her being reincarnated as Park So Min gave me some closure. Not the closure I wanted, but closure.

The relationship between Shin and Reaper is ADORABLE. Whenever they interact with each other, they just have this great dialogue. Shin pings, Reaper pongs, Reaper pings, Shin pongs. It's great 😄 I still laugh about the slow-mo scene of them returning from the market with green onions HAHAHA 😂

I love Sunny & Reaper ~ However, their history as Kim Sun & Wang Yeo in their past lives is so very sad. I don't even know where to start RE: my feelings on this 💔 imo, their ending kinda sucked. I just wasn't satisfied with them having had this complicated, tragic story, only to be reincarnated in this fashion that I ultimately found to be just... idk, disappointing 😩 Again, closure, but not the closure I wanted.

I thought Reaper, the other grim reapers, the name cards, the depiction of what happens immediately following death with the brewing of the tea, the afterlife, etc. was all very creative. We really don't know what awaits us when our time comes—it's interesting to wonder if it's anything like it is in Goblin 🍵

Can't stop thinking about Goblin, even though I'm now watching Thirty but Seventeen & Mr. Sunshine! I'm emotionally cheating lol halp.

Photo credits: tvN & AsianWiki

Yo yo! I'm sorry I took so long to watch + write up this review! It's been a long couple of weeks for me, I wasn't always able to watch when I wanted. It was maddening 😆 But I have finally watched, and feel like the most accomplished person on the planet hahaha. xoxo 💜

#goblin #도깨비 #asian dramas #korean dramas #tvn

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