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n-s4kayaky · 2 years ago

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Satisfying journey Pt.4

Pt.1

Pt.2

Pt.3

(Notes: Hi! I'm new to writing stories on this app. While I am familiar with writing the occasional one-shot or comic strip, it's been a while. I'm writing this story for my own enjoyment and excitement. I just wanted to let you know that if there are any grammatical errors, I apologize. I'm also more than happy to hear your suggestions and feedback. For now, this is all I can share. I hope you enjoy this story)

Pairing: Buggy The Clown x F!Reader

Summary: From now on, this is your new life! Buggy will teach you your new occupation in his crew as his personal servant. You must be by his side whenever he asks, refill his cup whenever he orders, clean, wash, and help him with his spectacles, as well as maintain his appearance as striking as every day! It's that option or... Die!

Warnings: Depictions of Violence and Torture,mentions of blood, Buggy being a complete jerk and a perv, sexual tension and teasing, romance, humiliation.

Buggy pulled the chain firmly, forcing you to walk to the bow like a puppy and he was your owner, which at that moment was basically what you were to him and you would even confirm that for his entire crew of circus pirates. He led you almost by the dreadlocks to one of the large tents in the middle of the ship. Once you entered, you observed your surroundings. The tent seemed to be the common dining area, a large wooden table was in the middle of the area, with large benches as seats except for one in particular, which you clearly guessed who that great chair belonged to, if it could be called that. A great throne was in the central area of the table, it was made of a much nobler wood than the others, the seat was padded as well as the backrest, it looked comfortable, and it was covered in velvet fabric. Half of the crew was already seated on the long benches, many of them talking and laughing while others drank as if there was no tomorrow. The table was full of plates of food of all kinds, it was a buffet style where pirates took what they wanted and ate. You looked at the crew and then at Buggy with a mixed expression of confusion and curiosity while said clown sat on the throne, putting his legs on the armrests comfortably. His eyes landed on yours and he smiled again as he tilted his head, making a gesture towards the buffet while winking at you "Come on, darling, my food and drink won't serve itself, will it?"

You blinked several times, were you serious or was it one of your heavy jokes? Is this why you wanted me alive? A small laugh of incredulity and amusement escaped your lips, causing the blue-haired man to raise his eyebrow with curiosity and a hint of anger. "Did I say something funny to you?" He said with a certain tone of irritability in his voice. You looked at him and shook your head with a certain amusement still present. "Really? Do you need me to feed you like a little child, sir?" You said with a certain mocking and full of amusement tone. Buggy's brow furrowed and he rose from his throne while his eyes were fixed on you the whole time. His gloved hands quickly went to your cheeks, squeezing them tightly as he had done before on several occasions, his face approached yours a few centimeters away, his big red nose touching the tip of your nose. "Dear... You're starting to behave like a brat again... And I don't like that too much.." He said as you felt something cold and sharp brushing your chin, your pupils lowered to see what the object was and quickly your eyes widened, his hand was holding a dagger, which he grabbed between his thick fingers while pressing the cold steel against your chin, painfully lowering it down your neck until it reached the softest area of it. "It's a shame, and I thought you were a good girl already... I'm afraid I have no other choice but to punish you to remember how things go around here, doll.." A small sadistic smile was drawn on his face as the sharp dagger was pressed harder against your sensitive neck. You let out a groan, feeling how the tip of the weapon created a small wound in your throat, causing small drops of blood to fall down your cleavage.

Fuck, if it kept going like this, you'd be left without a neck. What was better, to die or to be the servant of the sadistic pirate clown? As tempted as you were, the second option was the best one you could take, no matter how humiliating your life would be from now on. 'W-wait! Wait! I'm sorry...' You croaked quickly, looking at the pirate, who smiled pleasantly and with amusement, gently removing the dagger from the freshly made wound. 'Continue, doll...' 'I-I'm sorry, Captain... I'll do as you order...' The dagger slowly separated from your neck and the clown placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it sweetly. 'Oh, my little doll... See? I knew deep down you were a good girl for me,' he said pleased with your sudden submission. He didn't move an inch from your body as his eyes rested on your face and went down sweetly to the wound on your neck and the drops of blood that ran down it towards the beautiful valley of your breasts. 'Now be my good girl and go get what I asked for... But first...' He lowered his face to your neck, more precisely to the freshly made wound, licked his lips hungrily, and brought his tongue to your wound, giving it a long lick as if the place emanated mead from the very gods themselves. A shiver ran through your body at the sudden sensation of his warm tongue licking the wound he had created himself. But that wasn't all, his tongue slowly went down, causing your skin to tingle. His wet muscle went from your neck to your collarbones and from your collarbones to the path of your cleavage, which was visible thanks to your shirt. He licked your blood hungrily, while you on the other hand clenched your lips tightly to avoid letting out a moan at the sensation. Buggy lifted his face, facing yours again, while a small smile of amusement mixed with a hint of lust drew on his face. 'So sweet...' he whispered in a surprisingly calm tone. 'Now you can go, I wouldn't want you to be seen as a mess on your first day, eh?' He smiled and grabbed the chain that adorned the collar around your neck, pulling you a few inches closer to him as his lips rested on your ear, whispering in it. 'Although as things progress, I would like my men to see you as a mess because of me...' he said with a small purr in his tone and a smile full of mischief.

Your face immediately heated up, causing your cheeks to turn the same shade of red as Buggy's round nose. He burst out laughing at your state and gave you a spank on your butt, making you gasp as you snapped out of your trance, looking at him with burning cheeks. 'Now go get my food, dollface.' You felt something pull the chain and take you away from Buggy. Quickly, you turned your attention to see what it was. One of Buggy's hands had disconnected from his body and was now pulling your chain, forcing you to walk towards the food area. With nothing to object, you walked behind it until it stopped pulling, simply staying by your side as a reminder that you couldn't escape or anything of the sort. You sighed and approached the buffet, taking a plate and looking at the options. There was all kinds of food on the big table, from meats, fish, and vegetables to fruits and other types of food. Your stomach growled, and you felt your mouth water. Hopefully, after giving Buggy his plate, he would give you the chance to eat something, right? You took some meat, along with a few portions of vegetables, hoping it would be good enough for Buggy. You didn't want him to throw the plate at you or something like that. You walked back to him, standing by his side as you left the plate in front of him. He looked at it for a few seconds and took the cutlery, starting to eat without objections. You let out a small sigh of relief, seeing that there was no scolding from his part. But before you could relax, he raised the hand that was still attached to his body, making a sign to you. You swallowed and approached him a little more. 'Darling, be good and bring me the whiskey.' You simply nodded, but before you could move away, you felt someone pulling you so that you wouldn't move. 'I didn't hear you.' 'Yes, sir, right away,' you said hurriedly, making the man laugh and letting you go get the alcohol.

You walked towards a small area away from the table where the bottles were, with your captain's floating hand holding onto the chain by your side. Once in front of the wide variety of bottles, you looked at all of them, searching for the Whiskey among all the options. Once you found the bottle, you took it and walked towards Buggy, standing next to him with the bottle in hand. Without saying anything, he took a glass and raised it towards you, waiting for you to fill it. A baritone sigh escaped your lips as you opened the bottle and poured its contents into the glass that Buggy had raised towards you, filling it halfway.

A few minutes passed as you stood next to Buggy, waiting for him to finish eating while your stomach growled with hunger. It didn't take long until you saw Buggy take a final sip of his whiskey, finishing it with a small sigh of satisfaction and a slight burp. "That was delicious, good choice my dear. I liked what you picked," he said, turning his head to look at you and winking while smiling. You simply nodded your head as your stomach growled again. You cleared your throat timidly and looked at the pirate. "Um... Thank you, sir... Uh... I was wondering if I could eat now," you said, watching as Buggy looked you up and down before letting out a small laugh. "Of course, darling. Grab something and sit down," he replied. Your face lit up at his response, and you quickly went to get some food, taking a plate and grabbing some of what you could. Finally, you could eat something that wasn't cold or tasteless. As you took the food, you looked around for an empty seat, but before you could decide on one, Buggy's hand pulled you towards him, confusing you as you looked at him. He smiled while patting his thigh. "Go ahead, sit down and eat, darling," he said cheerfully, his eyes not leaving you. You looked at him, somewhat astonished, while hesitating to sit down or not. It wasn't until his flying hand gently pushed you, making you sit on his lap while his arm quickly wrapped around your waist. You swallowed nervously, feeling embarrassed to be sitting on his lap. Buggy raised an eyebrow at your hesitation to eat and snapped his fingers in front of you. "Come on, doll, didn't you want to eat? Or do you want me to feed you?" You quickly shook your head while taking the fork on the table, taking a piece of food and bringing it to your mouth.

A small sigh of satisfaction escaped your lips at the taste of the hot food, your taste buds dancing happily at being able to taste something decent after several days of eating cold and bland leftovers and fruits in the midst of decay. Buggy's hands gripped your waist, gently lowering them to your soft thighs, causing you to release a small nervous jump, swallowing saliva while noisily eating your food. Buggy let out a small laugh as the gloved tips of his fingers circled the soft flesh of your thighs, which were now slightly more visible thanks to your skirt being slightly raised. 'It's all delicious, right, darling?' 'Yes, sir,' you hurriedly croaked as you took a bite of the food on your plate, the lips of the blue-haired man curving into a smile as his hand moved up and down your thigh. 'Of course, everything is perfect in this crew, especially the captain,' he said with his big ego, you simply rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh at his comment. Buggy's eyebrow arched gently and he rested his chin on your shoulder, causing a slight shiver to run through your body at the sensation of his chin stubble brushing against your skin. 'What's so funny?' 'No, no, nothing, sir... You're just right,' you said calmly to avoid angering the man behind you, something you hadn't realized when you laughed was the soft and beautiful smile that drew on the Clown's face upon hearing your small laugh. 'Well, in any case, are you finished? We have things to do, doll.' 'Yes, sir,' you said as you got up from his lap, gently wiping the crumbs that had accumulated on your skirt with small pats. Buggy got up behind you, putting on his coat as he walked ahead, pulling the chain. You followed a few steps behind, walking behind him as he headed towards a door that was certainly eye-catching (as expected). It was a loud purple color, with gold screws that shone in the soft sunlight, above the door was a skull that also seemed to be made of gold, the skull had two crossed bones behind it, it had a big round nose as expected, on top of its head it wore the same pirate hat that Buggy used to wear and to be more exact with the aforementioned hat, two pigtails fell. You quickly knew what that door was for just by the loud decoration; Buggy's office.

The pirate took a large bunch of keys out of his pocket, some shinier than others. He quickly moved from one key to another until he found the right one. He inserted it into the lock and opened the door, making room for you to enter. You were the first to pass through, and your eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. The room was spacious, and a smell of whisky, natural musk, perfume, and a hint of saltwater hit your nose. In the middle of the room was a large desk made of what seemed to be fine wood. It was covered in papers, maps, pens in their respective inkwells, a few compasses, and several empty whisky glasses. Behind the desk was a large chair, similar to the one in the dining room. To one side of the large table was a smaller one, on top of which was a bottle of whisky and a small stack of four glasses. There was a large velvet carpet on the floor, colored maroon. One of the walls had his wanted poster, as that man was arrogant enough to keep his large wanted poster with his reward in plain sight. Something that made your skin crawl were the various daggers that were stuck in the wall, several of them stuck in a wanted poster of a young man with a straw hat. Finally, there was a small table on the other side of the room, where an open chest was filled with several berries, jewels, and gold. The door behind you closed loudly, interrupting your observation of the room. Buggy walked in front of you, heading straight for the desk while taking off his dirty coat, revealing his muscular biceps as he sat down in his chair. He let out a long sigh as he looked at you. "Welcome to my office, my dear. What do you think?" "Um... it's quite eye-catching, sir," you said bluntly as you approached the table. "That's right, I knew you'd appreciate it, darling. Now be useful and fill my whisky glass," he said as he picked up one of the maps on the table. You approached the table where the bottle was and opened it, pouring the alcohol into the glass. Without taking his eyes off the map, Buggy took the recently filled glass and took a sip. You looked at the man with a small grimace. Was he really going to keep you in that room just to keep refilling his glass every time he asked? "Um... sir, do you need anything else?" you asked somewhat confused as you watched him. His blue-green eyes left the map and focused on you. "Yes, be a good girl and stay quiet while I prepare for my next show. I know you can do it, doll," he said. And as you had guessed, that was what you were going to do for the time he took to look at his maps. You sighed dejectedly and had no other choice but to stay by Buggy's side in silence. Hopefully, he wouldn't keep you there for too long.

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weedyseeds · 1 year ago

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5/21/24

Typing up last week's notes for reference of pre-digital style. Notes added as I type are in italics and purple:

5.14.24.

Clean up side porch/sweep, dust, prune sick honeysuckle.

Figure out where and plant fagiolina (requires trellis and soaking), maybe where leaves have left bare soil in the back? Later added: soaking them, without clear sense yet of where they ought to go.

Mound potatoes.

Front beds - clean up, consider removing the bushes. Later added: Much more could be done, but I started/implemented basic clean up.

On 5.16 I side dress veg garden and artichokes and peach tree with blood and bone meal 50/50 mix I still have from J's dad's house. I acquired it in 2020, who knows how old it was before that, but seems I might as well use it up if I got it, as I assume like anything powdered it kinda looses potency after time? Is that true: Is it, like herbs, gradually turning itself into dust? Dry decomposition? (Seems like at least blood meal has indefinite lifespan if kept dry and not super hot. I guess nutrients don't turn themselves into dust, they are patiently waiting for something to absorb and cycle them.)

One perennial kale seems to be acting perennialized (producing new big leaves)! All others may have been other varieties and are simply going to seed and not producing more leaves. Get more EFN perennial kale seed to see if I can start more for the fall. Trying to follow its lifecycle, like that guy said on that Seeds and their People pod. Same with arugula - feels nice to be more aware of cycles that actually work for me. (rather than ones I've read about)

Chamomiles I don't remember seeding look gorgeous amongst oats that birds ate lots of upon seeding. "Tall girl" garden, with apologies to that sunflower (cup plant) the gold finches like (do they like the artichokes too?)

What I'm holding in my hand in the above pics are passionflower vine shoots. This plant is very prolific here, and I have trellises for it to grow on, but I'm constantly pulling it out of places where I'd like other things to grow. The young shoots and vine tips have a good tender texture and nutty taste and are nice to snack on in the garden. S + G put them on sandwiches. I sauteed these ones with garlic and they were very tasty and spinach like. Although growing kale and other garden greens is fairly unsatisfying here (sandy soil, small leaves, lots of competition for eating from bugs), I am very grateful for a seemingly endless supply of this other type of nutritious green.

J and I defoliated all peach leaf curl leaves and I sprayed a couple times with yogurt although it keeps raining or misting, so not sure how much is wearing off. Don't want to overdo it but may spray again when we get a stretch of confirmed dry. What I observe is, very little fungus on new growth (now like 5 or 6 generations of leaves); a little gelatinous stuff on fruit here and there, and some smaller fruit that knock off easily, and then some fruit that is getting (slowly) larger. We want sun! I've watered the tree (roots) with diluted pee twice now, and did the blood and bone meal today plus some half finished compost from the pile, which I dug gently to avoid bothering the elecampanes that emerged from the pile. Starting to think about floating compost "areas" instead of compost "piles", did I write about this already?

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running-with-kn1ves · 3 years ago

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Walla....kn1ves....genius big brain yandere writer....i just (re)found your Yves work (im sure you saw me freak out in the tags lmao) if you have the time/energy/inspo pls i beg you for a speck, a crumb, a droplette, ANYTHING of my baby Yves x fem!reader. I'm not sure how specific is too specific but I have a truckload of daydreams and prompts for this man dc im down BAD BAD for the way you write him. I'm not sure if this is too specific of a request but can it be yves holding himself back constantly because he wants to *romance* the reader but its so obvious he's itching for more until one day he finally snaps and takes her (specifically him giving her his virginity and whoops maybe going crazy when he finds out she isnt one)? I'm just obsessed with his characterization and want to see him in a ton of situations and feeling/reacting to different things. The stern dom undertones his whole vibe has disguised by a friendly foreign guide 🥵 The drabble of him was sooooo good and such a tease of his personality, it's so enticing hahaha. If that prompt is no good or doesn't inspire you then anything else is fine and ofc if you have no inspiration for Yves at all then that's a-okay too!!! Thank you sooooo much for thinking up that beautiful man and sharing him with us!!! Hope you enjoy your holidays💞💞💞

A/N: Ugh I'm so sorry I took so long in answering 😭😭 I was gonna write like a whole piece but my time has been cut dramatically, so please accept this poor little piece!! I was honestly so overjoyed at seeing your tags, it makes me so happy to see people's reactions to my stuff ┗( T﹏T )┛I wish I could have more time to write for this because I love the concept, I'm a huge fan of the "mysterious foreign guide who's just a little too friendly" kind of trope. Thank you so much for your support anon and I hope you enjoy this!! OG piece here for any of you nerds!

TW: Kidnapping, implied dubcon/noncon, manipulation

It wasn’t hard to notice Yve’s shift in behavior. Well, this shift out of many. When you first met him, he gave off a kind, well-meaning but nervous vibe. He did his best to show you around, to make you comfortable and converse with you in english to the best of his knowledge. That kind persona shifted into something more… desperate; obsessive, once he brought you back to his apartment. He was still kind, still well-meaning and observant to your needs. He apologized profusely when you got upset from how he kept you from leaving, promising that you weren’t missing anything important in class and that he could show you real culture instead! What could you learn from a textbook that would be better than seeing the country itself?

But time and time again, Yves made excuses to keep you inside, to make you stay by his side whether through photoshoots or studying, with him as your “teacher”. You had to learn the basics before taking such a “big” step out into his country, right? Unfortunately for you, Yve’s only taught information on the most trivial subjects. From words like “textbook” to “glass”, you were able to make meaningless sentences that wouldn’t serve you well in conversing with native speakers outside of Yve’s little apartment. Sure, it might help you occasionally, but it got you no where closer to understanding Yve’s rushed mumbling and incoherent rambling.

With your sudden move to his apartment and his new change in conduct, Yves had slowly become less generous. He didn’t make as much of an effort to talk in english anymore, and made far less points to explain himself. You couldn’t tell what caused this new change-- a change that you were soon starting to accept as Yves showing his true colors. The man was still attentive to your needs, still caring and kind-- but the posessiveness that had slipped out almost entirely seemed to be taking hold. And while you’d think that a growing obsession would make it more beneficial to you-- it in fact, made your difficulty increase tenfold. Yves began to direct you on what you should wear, when you should eat, what you should do for the day.

Not only that, but his attentiveness to…more intimate needs were far more prevalent as well. Whether it was bathing, or the need that pulsed between your legs, Yve’s was there to try and take care of it. You pushed him away multiple times, awkwardly trying to tell him that you were fine-- but it never seemed to stick. He always just looked at you with a tilted, confused expression, muttering in his native tongue as if he didn’t understand. So when the foreign guide began to sleep next to you instead of the cot on the floor, and began to press his morning erection agaist your backside sleepily, you knew your protests weren’t having any effect.

You would have walked right out of that teensy apartment the moment you felt he didn’t listen-- if you weren’t so afraid. If you weren’t afraid of the loaded handgun in his locked nightstand drawer, or how easily he could destroy your life at your new university-- which he mentioned offhand multiple times in a casual manner-- you would have walked out. The power he held against you, a foreign student with failing grades and no money, was too much for you to ignore. So, you decided to bide you time. It was only a matter of weeks until he got bored with you, you decided. But his new actions didn’t seem to prove that.

In fact, the lustful, mischievous look he gave you that evening was the complete opposite. His scrawny frame jumped atop yours, hooking his hands behind your neck and leaning in to try and kiss you. He had planned an unusually fancy dinner, lighting candles you had never seen in his apartment before and bringing a bottle of wine with some italian takeout. You tried to question him about the mound of pillows and blankets on his balcony, the sudden romantic lighting, but the male only gave you a broad statement on how it was a “celebration” of sorts.

Yves’ sudden prowling mood after dinner wasn’t a complete shock-- considering you felt his eyes on you the entire evening-- but it still caught you a tad off guard. You tried to reject him, to push him away after each kiss, but it was done with such little effort and such great fear that you stayed silent once he muttered in an annoyed tone in his own language. Yves took your silence as a surrender, friskily lowering his hand under your shirt to caress your abdomen. He rambled against your flesh in half-english as he kissed you up and down, not afraid to let out vocal little noises of pleasure, or grunts of satisfaction ones he heard your breath hitch or a hum of desire come from your lips.

But it wasn’t until he uttered a sentence with a familiar word, did you actually reply to him. You recognized the term from messing around with your friends, when you jokingly learned dirty words from your textbooks and the internet to use when you finally entered the country. You never expected to actually utilize them unless you went to a club or bar and happened to meet someone. One of those words, was ‘virgin.’ A more tame term compared to the bunch you had memorized, but one that you and your friends had idiotically decided to research. Though, it seemed your stupid endeavors had paid off.

As Yves repeated himself, you began to understand the sentence a bit more. The man was seeming to imply… you were a virgin? Something about you both no longer virgin-ing? Maybe he was saying that he was going to ‘virgin’ you? You couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say, only mustering up the courage to poorly explain your sexual status to him, first in english and then in a broken version of his language. You tried to repeat yourself, thinking you might have said your statement wrong-- but Yve’s shocked expression and sudden lack of kisses seemed to prove you wrong.

“You have…. Sex?” Yve put a hand to his mouth, eyes begging you to respond.

“Uh….yes?” You said with an awkward expression; you hoped he was asking what you thought.

Yve’s let out a choked gasp, looking as if you had crushed his heart in your palm.

He looked down, voice cracking as he mumbled something incoherent, and likely not understandable to you in the first place.

“I….I i’m sorry?” You tried to apologize, seeing how shaken Yves had become at finding out you weren’t as inexperienced as he. Despite his eagerness, you could tell he was new to trying to initiate something you had already grown long accustomed to, new to being so intimate. It was actually in part of his eagerness that you realized he wasn’t of the same sexual history. He was full of anticipation and desire, throwing caution and logic to the wind to fulfill what he had read in books and seen in films.

Yves seemed to treasure the act of losing ones virginity far more than you had-- but you had only noticed it now. The candlelit dinner, the mood-fitting music-- your first experience was nowhere near as romantic.

Yves seemed shaken, his low, almost sob-filled words growing heavier. He grew more aggressive, seeming to realize something now that he had processed this unexpected news. He had assumed you were just as much of an amateur as him-- that he’d be the one to “deflower” you in an act of passionate romance-- a bubble fantasy that had just been popped. But the male realized-- if he couldn’t have his desired outcome, he’d have to make due with what he had. Which was to make sure you’d fall to your knees, experiencing the best night of ‘passion’ that would make you never want to crawl to another man again.

He was going to claim you-- to make it so those nights you spent with others never counted.

You could only understand a fifth of what Yves breathily moaned into your mouth, once again jumping your bones though this time much more roughly. Before you could say anything further you had felt his quick hands unbutton your pants, his own thrown to the floor. He didn’t listen as you begged him to atleast let you move to the bed, where you would no longer be visible to prying eyes on the balcony. But he didn’t care-- Yves had already taken off his shirt, intent on ripping yours away too. He didn’t care anymore if this wasn’t going to be special for the reason he expected-- he was going to make sure you would be left with a night you wouldn’t forget.

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missmungoe · 2 years ago

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Just read your fic about chapter 1076 with pirate Makino and the crew and now I'm curious: how do you imagine a meeting would go between Makino and Kidd?

I do plan to write this, as a continuation of what has become a mini-series of fics featuring pirate!Makino's adventures in the New World, but I want to see what happens in canon first ;)

That being said, I actually have written her meeting Kidd! From the epilogue of Charybdis, although as a stand-alone fic, this scene would be called:

Basic Table Manners, Or: How Not to Use a Fork

She was in the middle of doing inventory, listening to the sounds of their son playing in the next room, when she heard the front door opening, a rumble of deep, muted voices pouring into the quiet, and looked up, a frown dipping between her brows.

It was too early for her to be open, and she didn’t recognise any of the presences. She’d felt them approaching from some ways off, but had dismissed them as new arrivals, although even newcomers knew enough about their island to approach with care, or at least due courtesy. Whoever this was, they couldn’t be bothered with either.

One presence stood out from the rest—fixed itself firmly in her mind, just as the door swung shut with more force than strictly necessary, slamming against the frame so loudly it disturbed the bottles and glasses on her shelves, which said enough about her visitor, although the presence had already told her all she needed to know.

Arrogant, was her first thought.

Then: reckless, callous. A presence used to claiming space for itself, but unlike Shanks, this wasn’t an effortless claiming. Where everything seemed to adjust around her husband, the world bending to accommodate him, this was a presence that roughly shouldered its way to the front without apology, the open challenge in it like a raw nerve, as though it was constantly prepared to prove itself.

There was a lot of anger in it, but she was good at picking out the subtle nuances in emotions now, and to tell them apart. But then the talent had always been there; she was just adept at using it now. The skips and beats of a heart was a language she spoke fluently, and she felt the ripples within her, and what they told her. Rising agitation always felt like the pull of a tide, pushing the water around her ankles, and she knew how to recognise anger that sparked quickly and burned brightly, but guttered out just as fast—and the kind that smouldered, patient, and that was far more dangerous.

Calmly, she put the open ledger up on the shelf, before pushing herself slowly to her feet, struggling a bit with the weight of her belly where she cradled it with her hand. But she didn’t rush, even as she felt the spark of impatience in the new presence, which told her they knew she was there, and that she was taking her time.

Just for that, she made sure to take an extra few seconds to mark her page in the ledger, and to smooth out the skirt of her dress.

Stepping into the common room, she found Ace standing by the counter, clutching his ship, and observing the hulking shape standing a few feet away. Makino touched her fingers to the top of his head, before moving him behind her as she walked around the counter.

The new arrival lifted his gaze from her son to take her in. It was a young man, tall and with deep-set eyes rimmed thickly with black, which, coupled with the severe furrow of his brow, made for a rather impressive scowl. A thick fur coat draped over his broad shoulders, and he wore his scars openly; deep, scarlet grooves where they climbed up his chest and the side of his face, and his right arm. The sunlight spilling through the stained glass door glinted off his hair, startlingly red, although the fact barely stayed with her a second before her attention was drawn to the large metal prosthetic in place of his left arm. It was much bigger than an ordinary prosthetic, three times the size of his other arm, and it looked heavy, even as he bore the weight without outward effort.

A group of men had filed in behind him, ostensibly his crew, their towering shapes blocking her doorway, and blatantly disregarding the fact that she wasn’t open yet.

Makino spared a glance at the dirt they’d dragged in, over the floors she’d just finished sweeping that morning, before calmly lifting her gaze back to the one who was obviously the captain.

“I’m looking for Red-Hair,” he said, a fleeting glance offered to the bar, before his glare settled back on her. He had a coarse way of speaking, which suited his ill-tempered manner, and the open challenge in his presence. “Rumour has it he’s settled here.”

The rough sweep of his gaze took her in, with her big, pregnant belly, lingering only a moment on the tattoo visible through the slits in her sleeve, before it lifted to the scars carved into her cheek.

“Two billion, huh?” he asked, before he scoffed, which told her what he thought about that even before his lip peeled back from his teeth. But then most who met her found it hard to believe the rumours about her were true. Makino didn’t blame them, and there was a time where she would have agreed with their assessment—to vehemently deny any relation to the picture the media had portrayed, both in the immediate aftermath of the battle and the months following it, about the woman who’d brought Blackbeard to his knees. But that was before.

A tiny hand gripped the folds of her dress, but she kept herself in front of Ace, and said nothing, only brushed her fingers over the black velvet, the gesture subtle, like she was simply smoothing out a wrinkle, but she saw how it drew the stranger’s attention to the sword on her hip.

He stared at it for a beat, before he raised his gaze back to hers, the dismissal clear, although his expression remained blank, save the seemingly permanent displeasure written across it. But he didn’t consider her a threat, that much was painfully evident. From the way he was looking at her, he barely considered her worth his notice.

Unruffled by the callous brush-off, “He’s not here right now,” Makino said mildly. “But I’ll tell him you stopped by.”

She saw from his entire posture that he wasn’t there to leave a message, but where she would have felt panic once, alone and without any way to protect herself and her son, now there was only the stillness within her, and Siren’s reassuring weight on her hip.

The young man shifted his weight. “Mah, whatever,” he said gruffly. “You’ll do.”

Makino didn’t bristle, even as the words found their mark—the same that had been used about her before, by a different man, although the underlying sentiment was the same.

But she wasn’t.

She had Siren drawn before he’d had the chance to take even a single step towards her, the steel-song of her unsheathing so loud it sent the glasses on her shelves chiming, a gust of wind chasing at its heels, and she watched him halt in his tracks, his eyes having shot wide. The crew at his back had seized up, as caught off guard as their captain.

A full second passed where nothing happened, before a low, keening shriek sounded, followed by a loud crash, and Makino watched his eyes where they dropped down to his feet, and the severed metal hand that lay there, the surrounding pieces of his prosthetic scattered like scrap metal where it had cut off at his wrist.

For a stunned beat, he just stared at it, his eyes wide and his expression wiped of his earlier scowl, before they lifted back to her. And she didn’t know if it was outrage or shock he felt the strongest, both filling the void within her, but she didn't let them touch her, or stir the surface of her calm, the black water around her ankles still as a mirror as she levelled her blade at him, the scabbard gripped in her left hand shielding the swell of her stomach, and watched his glare where it faltered.

“You’re right,” Makino said, proffering Siren, the dainty blade’s deadly tip lifted to catch the light, and the last, dying note of her song lingering, a beautiful and chilling warning as she told him in the same, even lilt—

“I will do.”

“So how have things been while I've been gone?” Shanks asked her, as they passed through the flower market. From his perch on his shoulders, Ace reached his hand out, trailing small fingers along the snowdrops and lilacs hanging from the wicker baskets suddenly within reach. A butter-yellow daisy found its way into Shanks’ hair, before he turned to give one to Ben, always sure to divide his adoration evenly. Grinning around his toothpick, Ben wordlessly tucked it behind his ear.

“Oh, mostly uneventful,” Makino said, a bit too breezily, as Shanks frowned at her back.

“Mostly?”

A look shared with Ben saw his brows furrowing. He wasn’t the only one who’d caught her suspiciously mild tone.

She shot them an innocent look over her shoulder, which was the exact opposite of reassuring, although the small tilt to her mouth told him to wait and see.

Shanks tipped his head up to their son, grinning down at him. “Should I be worried?”

“Angry man,” Ace said brightly, as Shanks blinked.

“Angry man?”

Looking to Makino found her wearing that blatantly incriminating smile, but she offered no explanation, and Shanks didn’t ask, sensing he would be receiving an answer sooner or later, although was unsure if he'd like it.

His suspicions were confirmed shortly after, walking through the door of their bar, only to find a heavy-shouldered figure seated at the counter, eating.

Their arrival was greeted with a cheer from the room, followed by a round of raised glasses as they welcomed him back. It made the figure at the bar glance up, and Shanks watched his expression pulling together, suddenly furious.

“Wait,” Shanks said, frowning as he pointed at him. “I remember you. I think.”

The reaction he got was livid. “You better damn well remember me!” But before he could spring out of his seat, Makino breezed between them, not even mildly hindered by the slight waddle in her step, and demurely unheeding of the irate stranger, who promptly sat his massive bulk back down on his barstool.

“What did I say?” she asked him, and Shanks was surprised when his enraged expression eased a fraction, before he grumbled under his breath.

“No fighting on the premises.”

With a glance at Shanks, as though it included him, too, she nodded, and with one hand cupped under her belly, made to walk around the counter with a mild comment of, “Take it outside if you must.” She shot the newcomer a look, at which he averted his glare to the opposite side of the bar. “And if you want another helping, you’ll behave.”

He said nothing, only turned back to his meal, muttering under his breath. Shanks stared at him, before Ace gave a tug at his hair, asking to be let down, which he did with a sloppy kiss to his cheek, earning himself a bubbly giggle, before he ruffled his hair and watched him scamper after Makino.

Ben passed him, saying nothing, although raised his brows meaningfully, before making a beeline for one of the tables in the back, where Yasopp was sitting with some of the others who'd returned.

Turning back to the new arrival, whose withering glare had been redirected back at him, Shanks looked him up and down, taking in his shock of red hair, and the rest of his ensemble. Then he asked, carefully, “Is the look a…homage?”

He snarled, “You—”

“Boss!” called a voice from further down the counter, cutting him off, a refill requested with the lift of an empty tumbler, and before his adversary could open his mouth again, Shanks had swanned past him, shrugging off his cloak as he made for the bar.

“Red-Hair—!”

“Could you hit the pause button on your tantrum for two seconds while I take this order?”

“I’m here to—”

“Neat as usual?” Shanks asked, reaching for the bottle of whiskey on the shelf, already knowing which brand and where it sat, his fingers moving of their own accord as he slipped back into a familiar role. Refilling the drink, he slid the glass back across the counter, and held up a finger to silence the outrage brimming on the other side as he turned to answer another order.

When the guy opened his mouth again, Shanks called into the storeroom, “Honey, could you bring out the sake? The rice kind. And one of the smaller bottles. If I catch you trying to lift one of the big jugs, there’ll be trouble.”

“One second,” Makino called back, as he turned to the infuriated pirate with an inquiring look.

Glare back in place, the young man made to say, “I’ve come here to—”

“This isn’t the kind you brought for our wedding, is it?” Makino asked, emerging from the storeroom with a small ceramic jug.

“Why,” Shanks asked, ignoring the murderous expression levelled at him from across the counter, as he fished out two cups, “Are you disappointed you can’t get adorably shitfaced in your condition? Or maybe that’s just me.”

She put it on the bartop with a patient look, and Shanks kissed the top of her head as the jug and cups were whisked away. “I just feel like that brand should come with some kind of warning. Or at the very least a healthy discouragement.”

“But that would take away half the fun!”

“Red-Hair!”

They both looked up, but at Makino’s raised brows, he snapped his mouth shut. Then, more controlled, he ground out, the words directed at Shanks, “I came here to find you.”

Shanks sighed. “Listen, kid—”

“So you remember my name, at least.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Kidd,” the young man emphasised, and when Shanks didn’t respond, snapped, “Eustass Kidd!”

Shanks just looked at him, then at Makino, who smiled and shrugged, before she made for the kitchen. “Right,” he said. “Kidd. Sure, I remember.”

The vein above one of his eyebrows looked alarmingly big, as Kidd snarled, “Asshole, I’ll—”

“Can I get you a drink?” Shanks asked. “Sake, maybe?”

“I’m not here for a drink!” he spat. “I’m here to—”

“Weird,” Ace announced, having climbed up on the barstool beside him, and Kidd jumped when a small hand reached out to tap his metal prosthetic. Shanks noted that it looked to have been hastily reassembled, the hand like it had been cut off and then put back. Not welded together, as one might have expected; the pieces were just held in place, as through by their own volition.

When Kidd didn’t reply, Ace levelled his mother’s eyes at him and asked, firmer, “Why?”

“Answer the boy,” Shanks said, as he made to fill a glass, sliding it down the counter to Doc, who stepped up to collect it.

“Because it is,” Kidd snapped.

“But why?”

“You need to give him a better answer, or he’ll just keep repeating it,” Shanks said.

“Because I lost my arm,” Kidd told him, with a glare at Shanks, who raised his brows innocently.

“What?” he asked, before he gasped, “Oh, is that why you’re here?”

Kidd looked ready to explode, but halted when a small finger poked his prosthetic. “Big,” Ace said. “Why?”

“Yeah,” Shanks agreed, leaning on the counter. “Looking a little lopsided there. You trying to say something?”

Before Kidd could bite off a response, “Daddy has just one,” Ace declared, and pointed at Shanks, who winked, which earned him a delighted giggle.

“Daddy is already big enough,” Shanks chirped. “No compensation necessary. Just ask my wife.”

The vein in Kidd’s forehead throbbed. “Oye—”

Makino chose that moment to come back from the kitchen, carrying a full plate, but paused at the sight of him, now halfway out of his seat. “Did you not want a second helping?”

Still glaring at Shanks, Kidd sat back down. “Fine.”

“Fine…?”

“Fine. Please.” Then, and so awkwardly it sounded like he grasped for the first thing that came to mind, he blurted gruffly, “Ma’am.”

She put the plate down before him, her soft mouth pursed with amusement. “That was a bit excessive.” Threading her fingers through Ace’s hair, she kissed the top of his head, before she walked back into the kitchen, delicately bypassing Shanks’ hungry look, which held six weeks of separation and only one dirty phone call.

“So,” Shanks said, ignoring Kidd’s gaze, which had trailed after her. “Drink?”

He growled, “I told you, I’m not here to—”

“Whiskey? Or are you more of a beer guy? You look like a beer guy. We brew our own, if you’d like to try it.”

“I don’t want—”

“It’s really good, and I'm not just saying that because I had a hand in it. We've got a brand new brew, too. Hoppy, if you like that.” He threw a glance in the direction of the kitchen, before adding, wilfully and a little louder than necessary, “We’re still deciding on the name, though.”

Kidd glared, but when Shanks raised his brows at him, “Beer is fine,” he grumbled.

“Great! I’ll tap you a glass.” Flicking the kitchen towel over his shoulder, he turned to Ace and asked, “And what can I get you? Single malt, neat and in a sippy cup?”

Ace giggled, and grinning, Shanks turned to the keg, but not before saying to Kidd, "Just to clarify: you don’t want yours in a sippy cup, right?”

Before he could lunge out of his seat, Makino returned from the kitchen. “Marsh is taking over the cooking, and I’m putting Ace down for a nap,” she said, tilting her chin for him to kiss her.

Obliging, and with a dirty grin that had her laughing against his mouth, “I’ll join you later,” Shanks rumbled.

Shaking her head at him, she touched the daisy by his ear, her dark eyes warm and smiling, before she made to collect Ace, waving and calling his goodbye to Kidd, who shifted in his seat and pretended not to hear him.

Ignoring the seething pirate behind the bar as he made to tap beer into a tankard, Shanks watched them leaving, before flicking his gaze to the one still regarding him from across the counter, finding his expression wary now—and mildly disbelieving, as though he wasn’t sure what he should make of the situation, and was annoyed by his own confusion.

Finally, when Shanks put the full tankard before him, “What the hell happened to you?” Kidd asked.

“You need to be a bit more specific,” Shanks said, wiping the residue foam on the towel over his shoulder, before tucking the daisy a bit more securely behind his ear. “In general, or recently?”

Kidd just looked at him, his scowl somewhere between personally offended and accusatory now as he demanded, “What are you even supposed to be?”

Pausing to answer another order, Shanks cast a glance around the room—the long counter and the shelves behind it, and then to Kidd seated at the bar, the tankard before him still untouched. “If the obvious hasn’t already been stated by my keeping of this bar: a barkeep. You know, a purveyor of sage advice and alcoholic beverages? Oh, you know what, I forgot to put my apron on. No wonder you’re confused.”

“I know what a barkeep is,” Kidd snapped.

“You sure?” Shanks asked. “I thought the setting spoke for itself, but you don’t look convinced.” Then, “Do you want me to get the apron?”

“Shut up. You’re just not what I expected.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, my memory is a little blurry because I think I was really hungover at the time, but wasn’t that what you said last time you showed up?” Shanks asked. “If I remember right, you questioned my whole swashbuckling integrity. At some point you’re going to have to ask yourself if you might be the one holding me to some kind of unachievable standard. I’m just going about my life. You’re the one who’s obsessed with me.”

Then with a nod to his attire, “Seriously though, is the look a homage? Because the pimp coat is a little campy for my taste.”

Kidd glared, and when Shanks raised his brows, shifted in his seat, and said, “The papers said you kicked it.”

“They also claimed once that I was Roger's illegitimate son. The press doesn’t get everything right.” He shook his head, before he said, “I’d apologise for not living up to your expectations regarding my apparent demise, but from the look on your face, you already knew I wasn’t dead. So the reason you’re so upset is kinda eluding me at the moment.”

“Straw-Hat said you were still alive,” Kidd said. “I didn’t believe it when they said he’d defeated you, but after Kaidou, I thought they might have had it right after all. But then I hear you’re doing this shit.” He gestured to him behind the bar. “What the hell?”

Shanks shrugged. “I had a change of careers. Stranger things have happened on this sea. Don’t know if you got the memo, but the Emperor gig doesn’t really pay the bills anymore. You should have gotten that memo, though. From what I heard, you were involved in that whole debacle that went down in Wano last year. And not in a small way, either.”

“I was,” Kidd said, sitting a bit straighter on his stool. “But you don’t see Kaidou retiring to run a teahouse.”

“No, and for everyone’s sake, that’s probably a good thing. That sourpuss has zero people skills. I’ve been telling him for years he should just become a cowherd.”

“Who cares?” Kid snapped. “You used to be one of the greatest pirates in the world. You were a fucking Emperor, now you’re serving customers?”

The words lashed out of him, his voice suddenly the loudest sound in the bar, which had gone eerily silent. In his periphery, Shanks saw that they were all watching them.

There was a group of pirates seated around one of the tables in the back who’d come in with their captain. They hadn’t moved to interfere, although by the collection of empty plates in front of them, Shanks didn’t have to wonder long at their reluctance, even if Makino was no longer in the bar.

Meeting Kidd’s gaze, Shanks told him calmly, “First of all, I’m going to tell you what I always tell my two-year-old: we use our indoor voice here.”

Kidd snarled, “Bastard—”

“Also, I take offence to the suggestion that my change of careers is to the detriment of my reputation. You’re what, mid-twenties? I was a pirate before you were born, kid.”

“It’s Kidd. And that just sounds like some pussy bullshit to me.”

“Yeah?” Shanks asked. “Those are big words coming from the guy so intimidated by my tiny, pregnant wife, he’s trying to hide the fork he accidentally bent in half.”

That made him seize up, and arching a brow, Shanks watched Kidd slide the mangled fork back out from where he’d been hiding it in his sleeve, muttering, “I’m not afraid of her.”

“Of course not.”

“She’s just—nice.”

“She is nice,” Shanks agreed.

“She made my favourite,” Kidd grumbled, with a glance at the plate before him, and Shanks smiled.

“She does that.”

“This doesn’t mean I’m through with you,” he said, his glare back with a vengeance. “I came here for payback. Don’t think I’ve forgotten what happened.” He touched his metal prosthetic, his knuckles white under his skin. The building aggression in his presence snapped its jaws, more than just annoyance thinning his temper now.

Shanks dropped the smile, and when he spoke now it was with a pitch that had several hands shifting towards their weapons, from both his own crew, and Kidd’s. “I’d like to take this moment to remind you of who sought out who in the first place.”

No one had gotten out of their seats, or drawn their weapons, but their attention was felt like the tension in the air, and Shanks saw the way Kidd shifted in his seat.

He hadn’t reached for Gryphon, but then he’d never needed his sword to get his point across; his haki usually did the talking. The amicable mood he’d maintained while his son had been present was gone, not even the pretence of hospitality left now as he straightened to his full height. And there was nothing overtly hostile in his manners where he’d planted his hand on the bartop, the protruding veins surrendering nothing but an outward calm, although the glasses on the shelves stirred uneasily as the air grew heavy, the jarring melody lingering under the thick layer of tension and the weight of his conqueror's haki, and he saw Kidd’s frown deepening, a pearl of sweat having beaded on his brow, even as he didn’t get out of his seat.

He didn’t need to ask to know that something must have transpired before he’d arrived; Kidd’s manners said enough, but Makino’s calm hadn’t given him reason to push the matter. But whatever momentary truce she’d compelled was teetering now, although Shanks had a thought to remind him of it.

“I’m letting the attitude slide because they’re not here right now,” Shanks said, this time firmly enough to be felt, and he watched as Kidd’s brows furrowed sharply, “but if you lose the temper you’ve got on that hair-thin leash anywhere near my wife or my kid, I’ll show you why they call it the bum’s rush. You’ve been pushing your luck ever since I walked through that door. You’ll be lucky if you walk out of here with all the limbs you came in with.”

When Kidd said nothing, “You challenged me,” Shanks told him, still without smiling. He nodded to the prosthetic. “Don’t shove your hand in the fire and complain when you get burned. You knew who you were taking on. I’m not apologising just because you bit off more than you could chew.”

Then, the corner of his mouth lifting, the tension loosening its tightly held breath a fraction, he added, “But speaking of chewing—I lost my arm, too, but you don’t see me swearing revenge on the sea king that ate it.”

Kidd blinked, his face momentarily wiped clean of outrage, before surprise replaced it. “The what?”

“What?” Shanks asked, and before he could follow up with another question, forged on, and with the same cheerful patience he usually reserved for their stubborn toddler’s refusal to go to sleep, “Listen. I get it. You’re upset you didn’t get the chance to exact vengeance while I was still an active pirate. I agree it would have made a much better headline than ‘Shameless Copycat Loses Second Arm In Fight With Local Barkeep’. But if you still insist on fighting me, I guess I could humour you. I just got my sword fixed, so your timing could be worse.” For emphasis, he patted Gryphon’s hilt. “Tell you what, I might be able to squeeze in a duel before the midday rush. It gets pretty busy here in the evening, and we need all hands on deck.” He grinned, and chirped, “Maybe you could lend us one, since yours is detachable.”

“Bastard, I’ll kick your ass!”

Shanks just laughed, as he turned to take another order. “Whatever, kid. Drink your beer.”

“It’s Kidd!”

“Wasn’t that what I said?”

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Law of Attraction { Lando Norris x reader }

Disclamer : Swearing !!!

It was a busy weekend for the Mclaren team, they were about to get associated with a new partner. It was a huge contract and it was your first big deal. Mclaren just hired you, you were on probation before your contract will be real. You couldn’t mess up, you needed this job, needed to make your proof. You just got your law degree and it was your first job as a lawyer and you got lucky that you found yourself working as a Mclaren F1 Team new attorney.

This contract was important for both parties and it would go to the press as well. You were set to make your client sign during the next grand prix weekend and it was this weekend.

You spend hours and hours in your office reading the partner offer but something was bugging you and you couldn’t put your finger on it . You had to fly this afternoon to join all the team in Austria and you were starting to feel stress because you knew you had to put that deal on your boss table for him to sign, but that it wasn’t a good one and that we would basically get screw over by some clause or something, you knew it in your guts, you just need to find which pieces of puzzle you were missing. If the partner attorney thought he could easily screw you over like this because you were in your first year of work, he was wrong. You might be a newbie but one thing your mentor had taught you was to never show your weakness. That’s why you spend all night writing a new contract, word by word like the original, to find that little detail and you end up finding it. You were ehausted and tomorrow was the signing day, but now you were ready to show that we can’t fuck you over easily and that nobody should ever underestimated you. That was probably why mister Brown had give you the job, hearing things from is old attorney and your mentor was one thing, but proving how worth of the job you were is another and it will be soon be your moment of glory, but you couldn’t celebrate victory to soon, another thing you mentor had teach you.

Today was the day of the signing, you were stressed, you didn’t know how this would turn out. You were scared to have made a mistake and the lack of sleep was starting to rub on you. You had your plan in your mind, letting the other party think they had the upper hand and not tell them you had found the hair in the soup that will make your client profit and not lose all his money. It was important for you to not show your whole game to the adversary, but let him build his ego before you put that last card that will make you win the whole game in hand.

To make it official, Mclaren had to make the deal in their motorhome, Mister Brown wanted his two drivers to be there with him while signing as well because it was an important partnership for the whole team. It will be your first time seeing them since you entered the company, you were based in the factory back in Woking, but never had met any of them. You were quite intimidated, but the job was coming before anything else, no matter how many hours you spend in your free time to search about these two drivers, focusing on one in particular because he was around your age and something was telling you that the two of you were somewhat alike in certain ways of your life. You would lie to yourself if you didn’t find him attractive as well, but your personal preference when it comes to man can’t interfere with your work, it was your first and most important rule in your code of conduct you had set yourself on when you started studying law.

You arrive early in the paddock, hoping to visit around and discover this whole new world that you knew nothing about. You gotta visit the garage of your team, mechanics were happy to explain to you one thing or two, having a silent competition between them for the one that will have the testosterone level at his highness and find a way to make you fall for them. You already know their little trick going to law school with men, nothing could surprise you anymore. You knew you were pretty or had a little something more perhaps, but seeing gentlemans thinking the same was actually really flattering. After this pleasant little escapade, you find yourself walking the stairs of the Mclaren motorhome reading to meet everyone in the meeting room. You were the last one to enter the room, but you could give yourself the right to make an entrance after the thing you discovered during your sleepless night of searching dirt on the company represented by the douchebag sitting on the opposite side of the table. By his face you knew this man was an asshole and that it wasn’t his first rodeo and you were ready to put a stop into his little illegal business.

However when your eyes meet the drivers, especially the youngest one, your heart skips a bit, before you turn yourself and find your boss judging your rather late presence. You quickly apologize with a nod of the head before inviting them all to sit around the table and start the meeting.

Everything was going smoothly, everyone was happy, except you. You already hated what you were about to do,but you had to act fast otherwise it will be too late and the papers would be signed in front of your eyes.

“ Excuse me, I have one more question before we head toward the signature. “ You interrupted the conversation, looking at your boss, waiting for his approval to continue. After all you were only doing your job to assure everything is well covered, he couldn’t argue on that. The opposite camp didn’t have any objection for you to give a go to your wonder, thinking it would be innocent coming from a young lawyer that is still learning about the job. He made a gesture toward you, avoiding getting over this.

“ Well, mister Backfield, without due respect I was wondering why you were so eager to help our company, I did some research, you know. Usually you are investing in smaller businesses, which will lower profit. Why show the Mclaren F1 Team when it's new territory for you ? “

And action, you knew that every word that was about to leave this man’s mouth would only be total lies, but he didn’t know that. You had the upper hand by far and you won’t give him the satisfaction to put down this team and family.

And he tried hard to explain, save his case, defend himself and if you were naive you would have believed the guy but you weren't and could give a shit about his speech.

" Well I'm afraid I can't let this go on further. "

Everyone around the table was stunted, not knowing what to say. Mister Brown was reading to make you go before you heard him a piece of paper and that's when his face changed and he let you continue.

" You see Mister Backfield, you thought you could screw us over and try to go fish at a bigger price. Unfortunately for you I find out who you truly are. A piece of garbage buying company when they must need it, making them believe you will help them develop until somehow by some miracle they are forced to declare bankruptcy a couple years ago and then you buy them twice the price they truly worth before miraculously going back on the high to sell them three times the price. I don't know you but I call that stealing and corruption and I'm not ready to let my company get fucked over by an asshole like you so you can take you goddamn deal, walk away from here and never show your face around us again or I can talk to the press and trust me they are going to love it. One thing for sure is that if it happens I might win big and no negotiation put on the table will make me give you your money back. " You threw him middle fingers as you stood up and showed him the door.

Everyone was so shocked they couldn't speak, not because of the revelation in itself but how you had handled the whole situation like a true boss, with confidence and pride.

Someone in the room was even more impressed and couldn't even close his mouth, clearly admiring you. If you knew better you would say that right there Lando Norris was falling in love with you and if that wasn't boasting your ego then you didn't know what will.

Mr Brown was the first one to come to you as you all watched the security guys escorting Mr Backfield out of the paddock. He was about to say something but the rush of adrenaline was making you bold and you beat him to it.

" I am so sorry mister Brown I know I should have informed you before the meeting, but honestly I wasn't even sure before entering in that room that my information was right and I only received the confirmation a minute before being here, explaining why I was late. Truly I'm sorry if I put your entire team in a difficult position, I will try to find the best replacement for you I promise you. " You were almost out of breath as you finish you log apologize but realize soon enough that it didn't really matter here.

" I am impressed with you, first month on the job and you are already making yourself irreplaceable, you shouldn't have to apologize and I certainly should be thanking you and giving you a raise. Your mentor was right to gush about you. You are someone else." Proud could be seen in his eyes and his smile couldn't leave his face as he hugged you awkwardly saying thank you one more time before leaving and going back to the garage with Daniel who made sure to wink at you and make a big thumbs up at you before heading out.

However, someone hadn't left his seat, Lando. You thought he was just going to stay there and ignore you but as you were opening the door he smashed it back close behind you.

" I observed you all weekend, wondering why such a little fragile person was headlining such a big deal like this but it turns out I was wrong, never judge a book by it's cover. I'm learning it the hard way. "

You turn to face him ready to get back at him but his lips on you made you shut up. He pushes you against that door again, putting his hands on your lower back. At first you were confused as to why he was kissing but eventually you just stopped resisting and let yourself enjoy the moment. You had a thing for him and you were now sure that these weird eye contacts weren't that innocent. He had a thing for you too.

His kiss could make you reach the roof, you never felt something like that before, not that you had much experience, he knew exactly what would make you moan into his lips and lose balance so he could tighten the grip around you. You needed air but you would not allow it to yourself, you wanted more, you wanted him.

The adrenaline in your system was still pumping through your veins and you couldn't really think straight, your hands found the back of his head, playing with his loose locks of hair. You were holding on for dear life on this ride despite the fact you barely knew the guy.

Lando ends up breaking it up and you realise you were hooked around him as he put you down on your feet again.

" Just for the record, what you did before was so fucking hot that I would gladly be a criminal if that means you would be the one to put me in jail. "

He made you laugh, you were gasping for air, messy hair, swallow lips and redness on the cheeks, no speaking of your clothes being runned and unfolding and your shoes not even on your feet anymore. Everyone knows what they say about aan that can make a woman laugh and you wouldn't argue on that, not with him anyway.

Now that you had a taste of Lando, you wanted more, so much more and by the look on his eyes he was willing to explore the " more " area with you too.

" Okay that was unexpected, but the good kind, so here's what we're going to do. You will knock twice on my door at 23pm tonight, room 344, not a minute before and not a minute after, hope you know what punctuality is because you won't get a second chance. " You gathered all your things, trying to clean yourself to make it look like nothing had happened before you caught Lando's chin in your palm.

" Hope you will have a good defense, because tonight is going to be the trial of your life " You blow him a kiss before leaving his sight, a pride face drawing on you.

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muninnhuginn · 3 years ago

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I need your thoughts on Time Loops please please

Not sure where to start on this one so apologies in advance for rambling!

In terms of general time travel stories vs time-loop centric series I tend to have slightly different approaches. For general time travel stories I tend to prefer stable time loops (or observed stable time loops?) as they make the most sense in terms of mechanics. Or at least in terms of not running into paradoxes.

Also I just remembered I rambled about this previously and worded it better then so have that whilst I’m at it:

All that said! I see time loop stories *set up* as time loop stories in a slightly different way as their own self-contained thing. With these, you don’t have to worry about how the time loop fits into the overarching scheme of things for time travel and can try a load of different types of time loops out. So, you get some stories where the loop is exactly the same *minus changes made by the protagonists* and that can actually help build up a mystery. If other changes are being made then who is making these? Is there someone or someones in the loop also influencing things? You can also get series where actually each loop the characters are dumped in is essentially a different universe where there are minor alterations where events will spin out differently (see: Higurashi). There’s a lot of leeway in terms of how time loops are set up and what the specific rules are. Does the loop reset at a certain time or when a certain event is triggered?

Time loops are basically open to a lot of different mechanics that both the characters and the audience can try to figure out which means there’s a huge overlap with mystery stories. And I think that ultimately lends a lot to why I personally enjoy them. Because there’s always something that needs to be figured out, either in the mechanics of the time loop itself or in terms of how characters can break out of the loop. What conditions need to be fulfilled? And then if there limits to the looping itself (limited loops) it enforces a limit on how long the characters have to fulfill that condition.

(Also, just to note that single episode time loops generally exist to push characters to limits they wouldn’t usually consider until they complete an action that snaps them out of it. They therefore tend to be more character-driven and less mystery-driven than a series would be. I still personally like them, but for a different reason than the mechanics/mystery of longer series.)

Going to list a few time loop media I've watched in the last few years below the cut. I'm probably forgetting a load and I've not included any series that are usually more standard fare but have a single time loop episode. This isn't really a rec list but more a 'have some thoughts on this media against your will’. I will say that more than one of these doesn't present itself from the start as a time loop series so the fact it’s listed here may itself be considered a spoiler, but as there's no way to spoiler tag on Tumblr as far as I know you'll just have to choose whether to risk that by clicking the read more.

Also, like, given these are time loop series/films/etc, people die in them. A lot.

Reset (cdrama)

Two people on a bus that keeps exploding trying to figure out how to escape the bus with themselves and everyone else on the bus alive.

The plot writing for this one is really tight and the way stuff ties into the overarching plot builds a really strong mystery. It's one of those series where you're generally figuring a lot of stuff out at about the same pace as the characters are managing it which is really refreshing tbh? It's rare that mystery series manage to hit that sweet spot. It also has some really strong individual character focus episodes.

Its weak points basically come down to a) mandatory romance (though it's not really the focus and easily ignorable), and b) the fact it's a mainland Chinese drama means that its approach to some of the police and crime aspects of the show especially is going to be kinda... offputting. For what it's worth though, I think the writers did the best they could within that framework.

Steins;Gate (anime)

Okay, so this series is an adaptation from a visual novel but all considered tells the story well enough to work as an anime. The main victim of the fact its an adaptation is the pacing in the first ten or so episodes as it has to introduce and show all the characters in ‘normal’ situations before pulling the rug from underneath them. This means that the first few episodes can be rather slow going until the plot kicks in. Some of the characters in the anime do get way more characterisation than others, but I think you’re given enough for basically all of them to be able to sympathise when they get focus episodes. Except for Daru, sorry. I know some people can like his character, but I tend to find it waaaay too “haha funny anime pervert” style and nothing else to particularly like him. (I will say he gets more fleshed out in S;G 0, but in the OG series? No.)

Anyway! One of my favourite parts of this series beyond Kurisu and Okabe (once the latter has taken several shots to the ego) is the way it lays out the time travel mechanics. I won’t go into full detail, both because it would take ages and because my explanation skills are not up to the task, but essentially it uses the idea that there are several main branch timelines and you can create variations in order to move across between timelines. Small variations and you still cycle around the ‘main’ branch in a sub-timeline of it, but with a big enough variation you can hop all the way across to a different ‘main’ branch. Of course, timeline changes are pretty tricky when the only way you have to enact them is... sending a text to the past.

Note: There are two further anime pieces you can watch after the original series. There's the film set after the OG series and there's Steins;Gate 0. With the film, it's very much "this is your series on emotions rather than plot" and it caters very much to the main relationship of the series. It's up to you how canon you consider it. Steins;Gate 0 is an optional sequel series based upon if one of the episodes of the original series branched out into a different ending. I personally do prefer the original series to 0, but 0 is good in of itself and has a somewhat different cast. It's just that it very much is not the original series and it makes that clear. Maho is not Makise and if you can't get past that you're going to really struggle watching this series.

Higurashi no naku koro ni + kai (anime)

Another VN adaptation. It’s set in a rural Japanese village in the 80s when a new guy starts at the school there. Starts slice of life cutesy, becomes horror story, rinse repeat, until you slowly realise it’s actually maybe more a mystery story about friendship? The first season plays much more into the horror elements, but you start to get more pieces near the end of that season and by the second season you’re actually getting answers to your questions. The end of the OG series was legit so cathartic? You really want to root for the main characters to succeed together.

Note: I'm talking here about the anime which is probably the most accessible route to get into the series, but this was originally based upon a visual novel series that I believe now has translations available via Steam. The VNs, from what I've heard, have a lot of extra information for each arc than was able to get adapted to the anime. That said, having only watched the anime, I found it plenty fulfilling in of itself and I think more gets through than VN readers actually realise. There's also an optional sequel anime series: Higurashi Gou/Sotsu. I have... very mixed feelings on it and the focus is very different to the OG series, but from what I've heard, the manga adaptations of these arcs (Gou and Meguri, I think?) do a much better job of fleshing out motivations and pacing. (There’s also Umineko which is a kind-of-kind-of-not connected series by the same author which I saw the anime of yeaaaars ago and have been trying to wipe from my brain so I can read the VN without spoilers. Even though I’m super tempted by the Beato art)

Groundhog Day (live action)

I've watched this loads in my childhood but hadn't properly rewatched until a few months back. I feel like almost anyone into time loops who's from a western background will have seen this already so not quite sure what to add. I guess... I hadn't remembered how much of a dick the main character was and found that some aspects had perhaps aged with the film (for instance, I feel like the romance aspects would hopefully have been written differently nowadays)? But overall still a decent watch.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica (anime)

The fact I’m putting this on this list is a spoiler in of itself. In case you’ve somehow not come across this series in the last decade or so though, I’ll do the usual thing of saying “watch at least the first four episodes”. It’s magical girl genre, a darker take than typical, though maybe not as much as people like to make it out to be. Still, the series is a self-contained plot where the characters are mainly there to move the plot along and to present themes. It also ties in various pieces of old European literature/folktales (Faust, the original Little Mermaid) without you needing to have read/heard of them to follow it along.

That one Good Omens fic with the historical accuracy: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20428025/chapters/48461819

Giving this one a shout-out purely because it's a gen (pre-slash technically) fic set in ancient Egypt and the research the author did for it is ridiculously impressive. There're appendices where they show what they researched and where they decided to take creative liberties and-- look, it's still time loop fic, okay. It’s been years since I read it so I can’t fully remember specifics but considering I remember reading both it and its non-time loop sequel I presume the quality must’ve been at least decent.

Neon Genesis Evangelion (anime)

Not the focus but the implication is there especially in the Rebuild films that the whole series is a loop which has been reiterated many times previously and will keep repeating with various differences until at last the cycle can be broken.

Revolutionary Girl Utena (anime)

Same as Evangelion, but less evidence for it. Also, if you check out this series and you're worried about any kind of triggering content whatsoever, please look up a trigger list, thanks.

Russian Doll (live action)

Watched this in the last few weeks and it was an experience. It’s Nadia’s birthday and she keeps reliving it over and again. There are some aspects that aren't really my speed (a lot of casual sex and drugs) but it does something interesting with time loops I haven't really seen done before? Not going to say what so I don't spoil it, but a key thing with this series is basically that the universe wants to let people figure themselves out and doesn't mind giving them a nudge rather than subscribing to some of the more logical time loop mechanics. Also, a big part of the series is about how people deal with trauma, especially of the intergenerational variety and I got the impression there were a lot of Jewish themes in the series too, though not being a Jew I think a lot of it went over my head unfortunately.

This series has two seasons, the first can be watched and be complete in of itself. The second is trying to do something different than the first so not exactly comparable? Still solid, but you have to suspend your disbelief further as it goes on and really lean into the 'this is the universe's will' kinda thing.

Congratulations (Egyptian film)

Watched this with some friends because tbh I wouldn't have even heard of the film otherwise? Stuck with me even years later though. So, this film takes a lot of the basics of Groundhog Day to their extremes. The protag starts off being absolutely despicable but as he finds out more the situation changes and it changes again and by the end it's not necessarily that he's an entirely different person but his perspective has been entirely altered. This film basically uses the time loop mechanic to tell a very character-driven story and even though I was insistent at the start I couldn’t sympathise with the protagonist by the end I definitely felt *something* about him.

#castielrisingabove #when answering this I noticed there was another ask I'd somehow forgotten to answer so oops #long post #ask meme #again sorry about all the rambling but I presume you saw me saying this was a topic I could go on about #so I'm taking it and running #time loops

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rouiyan · 5 years ago

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𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘍𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 [ 𝘭.𝘵𝘺 ]

synopsis — taeyong is ready to take on the whole world and anything else that dare comes between him and a successful first date.

✧ idol!lee taeyong x (gender neutral reader) ✧ established relationship au, first date au

✧ genre : fluff ✧ word count 1.5k ✧ disclaimers light swearing, food

✧ author's note — kinda enduring a little phase of writer's block after exerting all my feelies on 'it's (un)conditional' but i got sum black tea, a ten minute break between classes, and i'm gonna fucking write this.

the air is cold to the touch, breezy and crisp, with the loom of autumn sitting atop the clouds and you think it'll rain any second. suddenly, this very well-anticipated date comes with a feeling of dread. arriving at the apartment complex, you give yourself a once-over in the lobby mirror before heading up. taeyong had asked over facetime, a little under a fortnight ago, if he could take you on a date, something appropriately social distance themed. his door, now swinging open in front of you, caught the edge of his foot and from there, you brought your eyes up his figure to meet his own.

the man is wearing casual jeans, a grey knit sweater and black shoes that resemble clogs, you're not very sure, but it isn't his outfit that throws you off, it's the gargantuan, and i mean, colossal, backpack that’s weighing down his posture. and not just any normal, day-to-day backpack, it's the fucking 'i'm going camping for seven days in the mountains' type of backpack, with the straps that clasp in the front, once across the chest and once across the waist. "taeyong, babe, you-"

he cuts you off, a sweet lopsided smile adorning his face, "ready to go?"

taeyong doesn't answer but instead, takes lead, brushing lightly past you, his hand sneaking for yours and intertwining fingers in the process, eyes focused entirely up ahead. a few steps behind him, you peer over his shoulders (and enormous bag) to see that he's heading for the stairwell. confusion clouds over your face as you ponder whether to question him or not. taeyong clips the door open with the heel of his foot as he draws you by the hand in front of him, hands brief on your hips to guide you up the stairs from behind.

taking a fleeting glance at the man who's quick on your heels, you bear in mind the way the skylight that filters light softly down the column of stairs illuminates his face in a way you can only describe as superlunary, the gossamer-thin strands of hair falling into his eyes, bending light in ways that deem inconceivable. the fine features of his countenance that you are oh-so-blessed to be in the presence of on a daily. even the scar beside his eye offering another depth of otherworldly complexity to his expression. his smile broadens, crinkling up the corners of his eyes, scar included.

"please don't tell me we're going up to the tenth floor," you give into your questioning observations.

"don't worry, even i have a hard time setting foot in there," he discloses, "a little further than that though, hope it isn't too tiring."

"taeyong, sweetie, are you sure this isn't too tiring for you? with that hunk on your back and all?"

if your eyes weren't set ahead, you'd be met with another quirk of his lips, hands finding yours again and giving it a small, inspiriting squeeze. "not even a bit."

the door at the top of the stairway reveals a wide space, open to the sky and the teeming city below. but it's all the same as the sky you were met with upon arriving, the sunlight having trouble peering through the thick haze of grey clouds, the whole picture setting a muted film of scintillating light over the ground and all above. a frown crossed pout is cast in your visage as taeyong immediately sets to work in unpacking the load.

you stand a little off to the side until he spreads a thick blue blanket on the floor adjacent to the wall that houses the flight of stairs you’d just came from. sitting atop, you watch as he constructs a projector and screen setup, random objects emerging from the bag with each coming minute. soon you're left with a spread of chips and homemade salsa, your boyfriend's laptop, a blow-up couch, a hoard of pillows and blankets, and finally, the beginnings of pitter-patter drops from the sky. cursing, you look over at taeyong who, instead of looking anywhere near fazed, has a set look of determination lining his features, a rigid and clenched jawline, and brows drawn in to a point. he gives you a glance, one that immediately softens the creased lines on his face, and sets back to work in unearthing even more items from the never-ending pits of that bag.

this time, it's a whole ass tent. a small one, but a tent nonetheless. he assembles it with ease, as if he'd done (or practiced) it a handful of times, and shoos you out of the way so he can move the whole configuration into the makeshift cover. you feel a tad bit useless, just standing under the awning of the landing, but it isn't as if you hadn't tried to help. it's just that every time you even dare to trespass into his little workspace, taeyong's frown deepens and he puts all work aside to guide you back under the awning, telling you to stay put and content.

the tent ends up providing even more comfort than the previous array, the sheeted material deflecting the light rain and privately enclosing the space within. your very well-thought-out movie date with taeyong begins but he's wallowing in apologies that "you're not able to see the view, though," and, "this basically negates the reason i brought you up here." you're not sure if you'd rather pay attention to your boyfriend's complaints at the situation and his maxed-out, but apparently still-lacking, efforts to make the best out of it, or the movie itself. you opt for the former, gently tucking his chin in between your index and middle fingers and using a soft kiss to lift the frown from his lips.

"pay attention to the movie, babe, now you're negating the whole purpose of the date!" he's exasperated, you can tell, but also you know that paying attention to him as opposed to the movie, and praising him for his good work as opposed to the movie, and making sure he knows you appreciate the heartfelt sentiments as opposed to the movie, would cure his little tantrum a lot more effectively than anything else. so you shift until you're facing him, holding his face in your hands and making sure your sight is locked tight with his own. he breaks eye contact a total of four times, to try and deliver the hint that the movie is supposedly of more importance, but you stay persistent.

"how'd your day go?"

"but the movie's still playin-" he's confounded.

"did you guys learn the new choreo?"

"hey, the movie- !" he feels as if you're antagonizing him.

"oh, for fuck's sake taeyong, i care more about you than the movie!" he goes quiet at this.

it's right then and there that, after knowing you for a total of four years but only being able to call himself your boyfriend for the past month, he decides that he loves you. the long pause that ensues is drawn to a close when taeyong wraps you warmly in his embrace, the crown of his head molding in perfect unison with the crook of your neck, the dip of your clavicle. he mumbles, "i knew that," before withdrawing and taking your hand in his, yet again. he seems to enjoy the feeling of your knuckles rippling underneath the pads of his fingertips because he runs over them repeatedly, reassuringly, gladdeningly, lovingly.

"and i will still care about you even if we have a very muddled first date. even if you had let it rain on us, i would still care, really."

he's mumbling, still, but you catch the small, "i love you," that falls from his lips like honey to your ears. you say it back like it's the easiest thing in the world, as if those three words have been at the tip of your tongue the entire time. you say it because it's what you feel most in a day's worth of emotions and that your love for taeyong is anything but shallow. it's a sea, a vast sea that runs on and on, miles wide and miles deep. and then there's taeyong. taeyong, who finds joy in the fact that he can swell your cheeks in the form of happy smiles and sincere affection. he finds pride in the fact that he can set your heart alight with simple but earnest actions. and he finds love in the fact that you love him back.

✧ end note — this is a prewritten and scheduled post. i will be taking a brief rest for the duration of today (102720) and will continue writing/posting tomorrow (102820). thank you for reading.

#nct #nct taeyong #nct-writers #taeyong fluff #taeyong fics #taeyong x reader #taeyong x you #taeyong x y/n #lee taeyong #struggling to write anything over 2k #rouiyan fics #rouiyan writes

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alice-angel12x · 5 years ago

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Riddle x Mouse!Reader

The reader is a mouse beast-man that is 7.5 inches tall in normal form.

It was odd going to a school completely designed for larger students, and it took a lot of convincing to get the crow man to let me attend the school.

The entrance ceremony was a little awkward cause the headmaster had to lift me to the mirror to be properly signed to a dorm. And wouldn't you know it, I was assigned to the Heartslabyul Dorm. I happily hopped down and climbed up to my seat, next to a redheaded boy.

He looked so serious, yet he was shaking in his boots, so I thought I would lighten the mood.

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I made it and into Heartslabyul dorm no less.

"Hello there," Squeaked a voice.

I looked around looking for the source, but only saw Trey and a space next to me.

"Down here," It squeaked again.

I looked down at the chair beside me to see a tiny Person with Mouse Ears and tail. They looked no bigger than a teacup, why is such a tiny student doing here.

"I'm Y/n Angera, What's your name?" Y/n squeaked with a cute smile.

I could feel my heart start to quicken and pound in my chest as I stared at this tiny person, But why, why do I feel this way.

"Are you okay, your cheeks are red," Y/n said in a curious.

"I-It's nothing, M-My name is Riddle Roseheart," I said as I tried to recompose myself.

"It's nice to meet You Riddle," Y/n said as they held out their tiny hand.

"Likewise, So where do you come from?" I asked as I gently shook his hand.

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"I come from Whisker Town," Y/n said squeaked proudly.

Riddle blushed at the tiny person's cuteness, as his heart fluttered in his chest. Riddle tried to compose himself as he looked away from Y/n while muttering something just loud enough for Y/n to hear.

"If you e-ever need help with something just ask, Okay," Riddle mumbled.

Y/n's eyes widened at the sudden offer, but They smiled none the less.

"Thank you, Riddle, that's very kind of you," Y/n squeaked.

"I-It's cause rule #543 of Heartslabyul, help your fellow Dormmate. You should memorize all the rules," Riddle said with a snobby pout as his cheeks stayed a slight red.

"well Thank you nonetheless, Riddle," Y/n smiled.

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From that day on Riddle would help Y/n around the school, From helping them get to classes, helping them upstairs, Studing, and other big people tasks. The two would enjoy their study sessions and tea parties together.

"Y/n that tea cup is too tall and big for you. Your going to fall in," Riddle warned, as he watch the tiny mouse person try to drink from the cup.

"NO, no I got it," Y/n said as he leaned over the lip of the cup.

And just as Riddle warned, Y/n fell into the cup of hot tea. Riddle gasped as he quickly fished out his tiny friend. Y/n coughed up some tea as Riddel craddled them in his hands. Riddle could feel his heart race as Y/n continued to cough up tea, and slowly sit up in Riddles shacky hands..

"I told you not to do that!" Riddle scolded as his heart slowly calmed down.

"In know, but.." Y/n paused, " That was some pretty good tea,"

Trey who was also at the table chuckled slightly as Riddle's face turned red from frustration.

"You could have gotten horribly burned you.. you idiot," Riddle mummled as he put his mouse friend down on the table.

"Sorry Riddle. I didn't mean to scare you like that," Y/n apologized.

"it's fine just don't do that again," Riddle mummbed.

As Riddle spent more time with Y/n, he would notice a few students from their dorm would pick on his favorite tiny friend.

But when he brought it up with the dorm leader, he simply shrugged his shoulders and did nothing. This angered Riddle, as he challenged the Dorm head the next day and won. Making him the youngest dorm head ever.

At first, things were pretty good, Y/n was thankful that Riddle put a stop to the bullying, and it helped them to get along with the other Dormmates.

But naturally, things slowly started to go downhill. Riddle started to become more and more uptight and strict as the months passed. At first, it wasn't so bad, but then it started to get intense.

When Y/n would be a few minutes late to lunch and drank lemon tea passed a certain time, it was an Instant scolding. If Y/n was fooling around with fellow dormmates st a tea party, is punished by forced to write a 2 paged apology. No one was spared from Riddle's punishment, not even his close friends. Y/n soon found it harder and harder to keep up with all the rules that Riddle enforces.

"Hey Y/n are you feeling okay," Trey asked as he helped his underclassmen up the stairs.

"I don't think I can keep up with Riddle and his rules. Just look at me! How can any think sending a 7-inch tall student, to feed 4 feet tall birds, is a good idea?!" Y/n ranted.

"Well Riddle is just trying to uphold tradition," Trey tried to defend.

"I was almost eaten by a bird yesterday, Trey," Y/n said with an unamused face.

"Well, let's just turn in the apology paper," Trey said not knowing how to respond to that comeback.

"I don't think I want to come back to Heartslabyul anymore," Y/n sighed.

"Y/n don't say stuff like that," Trey whispered.

Little did the two know, Riddle heard everything, and Y/n's words caused Riddle's heart to ache. But he quickly shoved those feeling down and locked his heart as he begrudgingly excepted his Tiny Dormmate apology essay.

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I can't show lenience towards anyone, rules are equal among everyone. If I have to feed the flamingos, everyone feeds the flamingos. I will show no favoritism to anyone, not even you...Y/n.

But it seemed that Y/n meant what they said, cause the next day was the next unbirthday And Y/n was no where to be seen. They weren't hiding in the tea pots with the door mouses, or playing tricks on fellow Dormmates. They just vanished, but according to Trey he still sees them around and attending to his classes. They've been spending a lot more time with the nonmagic student Yuu and that trouble some first year, then...me.

No if they wishes to be a lazy traitor, fine. So be it. Yet Why do I feel like I've been abandoned?

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"are you sure you can beat Riddle, Ace?" I asked as I held onto his magic blocking collar.

"He sounds pretty strong," Yuu said with a worried tone.

"I can totally could take on that shorty," Ace said with a cocky smile.

"This won't end well," I sighed.

And It really didn't; Riddle was able to beat Ace in a second. Ace being Ace started to spout off about the unfairness of Riddle's reign, while starting a miny revolution in the process. Then everything went to hell.

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"Riddle , I challenge you to a duel for the Drom head stautes," Y/n squeaked as they hopped off Yuu's shoulder.

"Haha, A tiny thing like you, Face me?" Riddle laughed with a Cocky smile, " Your just as much as a rule breaker as that first-year, and you will always need the help of others just to do basic student activities. I'm so many leagues above you Y/n. You amount to nothing just like Ace,"

Y/n simple glared at the taller boy, but Riddles gaze didn't go noticed from Yuu. He could see some sort of anger and sadness trying to be covered up with pride and regalness. Y/n just glared as Riddle kept on monologing on and on about the rules.

"What sort of lessons were you taught that you can't even understand that?" Riddle smirked, " Your home town, Whisker Town must be tragic. I bet that you didn't even receive proper education before you step foot into this school. Truly Pathetic".

Y/n's eyes began to water at Riddle's words as they started to try hold back their tears of frustration and anger. With a battle cry Y/n dashed towards riddle as their body began to glow and grow.

Suddenley Y/n was Trey's height, as he ran and punched Riddle square in the nose. Everyone was still in shock at Y/n's spontaniouse growth, but Y/n slowly began to shrink and just bearly met Riddles hip .

"It looks like Mantaining that form drains to much of Y/n's energy," Crowley said as he observes his students.

"So Y/n has to limit his magic use, or else they'll get to tired?" Grim asked.

Suddenly an egg was thrown at Riddle, and everything escalated, as Riddle's overblot took control. With a swift hand movement everyone was wearing Riddle's magic blocking collar, and Y/n was forced back to their 7 inch tall body. The sky turned dark and rubble started to float up into the air as Riddle changed and turned into a monster.

"I am.....! I'm ALONE!! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO IS ALWAYS RIGHT AND DON'T NEED ANYONE!!" Riddle cried out.

"R-Riddle," Y/n gasped at the transform class mate.

"I do not need anyone who defies me in my world. Or leaves me, I am the absoute ruler. My world itself submits to me!" Riddle laughed darkly as he grabbed Y/n by the tail," I will not tolerate any other answer except, "Yes, Lord Riddle."!

Riddle tossed Y/n hard onto the ground and Y/n's world went dark.

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"Y/n-san, Y/n-san are you okay?" A voice asked.

Y/n opened their eye's to find themselves in the infirmary, with their head ,left leg, and torso wrapped in banages.

"Good, your alive. Thank goodness," Yuu sighed in relief.

"What... Happened to Riddle. Is he okay?" Y/n asked slowly.

"Yeah he's fine, You were out for 6 days. Oh and know that your awake, Riddle wanted me to invite you to the unbirthday tomorrow. He wanted to apologise to you," Yuu said.

"Well, umm..... It would rude to turn down an invitation," Y/n smiled wearily.

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Riddle sat nervesly at the main table as he waited for Y/n and Yuu's arrival. A tiny tea set and table was set up for them.

Soon Y/n and Yuu arrived, as Yuu set Y/n down on the table. Y/n held their minature cruches at their side as they sat down at the tiny set up for them. The two sat in an awkward silence till Riddle cleared his throat to call Y/n's attention.

"I-I wanted to say sorry... For the things I said and for hurting you. I let myself get out of hand," Riddle apologized as tears ran down his cheeks.

Suddenly Riddle felt a gentle hand wipe away his tears. He looked up to see Y/n, but about his height and was smiling down at him with a kind and soft look.

"I Forgive you Riddle, just please don't cry. It doesn't suite you," Y/n smiled as Riddle blushed slightly.

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#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x mc #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle x reader #Riddle rosehearts

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erasethedarkness · 7 years ago

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Hi! Can I request some Aizawa x ftm reader fluff? I'm just so in love with this man 😭

Hi there! Thank you so much for getting back to me when I had more questions about what to write for you. -^^- As I was writing this, I was a little concerned it wasn’t fluffy enough, so I apologize if it’s not! I’m happy to re-work it, make it fluffier, or try my hand at a different scenario for you if that’s the case. ^^’

Reader: FTMScenario: Aizawa accompanies you to your consultation with an SRS specialist surgeon, there to support you in any way that he can. You two have been dating for years, and he has been with you from when you started testosterone injections, to now, as you move forward with your surgical options. Word count: 1361

Years. You had waited years for this appointment. Honestly, it felt like you waited a whole lifetime, and sitting in the waiting room as time drudged on only served to turn your excitement into anxiety. Even though it was only a consultation, you were making progress on finally getting top surgery. Inside, you felt like a nervous wreck. What if they denied you, or couldn’t do it for some reason? What if you couldn’t afford it? Or if-

“(Y/N).”

Your thoughts froze as you heard his voice. It was low, and no matter what he was saying, always carried a gravity to it that grounded you. You were staring off into space, eyes seemingly glued to the clock even though you weren’t reading the time, and began to subconsciously wring your hands, nails scraping underneath each other absentmindedly. His fingers slipped between your palms as he separated your hands, taking the one to hold on top of his thigh with your fingers intertwined. The touch of his hand prompted your eyes to blink and then you turned your face, looking at the man beside you. He didn’t smile as your eyes met, but he didn’t need to. Those commanding black eyes of his reassured you that he was there with you, that this appointment would go well, and that everything would be more than fine.

A smile pressed on your lips, however. How did you get so lucky to have Aizawa Shouta as a partner? The pro hero whose epithet should have read “The Aloof Hero” instead of “The Erasing Hero” was actually the most supportive and considerate person you had ever met. It was a severely guarded secret of his that presented itself over the span of years to most, but with you, it had only taken a few months- and then the rest was history. It’s been years since then- he was there from the start of the T-injections, and he was here as you moved forward with your transition.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, taking a deep breath that filled your belly and then escaped your lips.

As your nerves were finally subsiding, the door opened and you were called for. Aizawa stood with you, still holding your hand and giving you a reassuring squeeze that kept your anxiety from spiking again. You were led to an office, two seats angled towards each other and facing the desk that your potential surgeon sat behind. She greeted you with a bright smile and cheerful disposition, standing and gesturing to the seats for you two, offering her hand for a shake as you two sat. Instantly, you were at ease, your partner paying close attention while the doctor spared no details about the processes for each type of surgery and what made them different and what they were most effective for. At the end, she asked you for your opinions- if you had any preferences or absolutes that needed to be considered. You worked together, nixing each surgery until you were left with one. During all of this, your partner simply observed closely.

“Okay, this one is definitely the best fit for me. It suits my chest size and covers everything that I had hoped for, but wasn’t sure if it would be possible.” Your voice was so happy- this was so unreal. You looked at Aizawa with the happiest smile he’d seen in weeks from you.

“Of course. We aim to assist our patients in being as comfortable as possible in their own skin. This procedure is more complex than most, due to the precision necessary to maintain the sensitivity of your areolas, as well as keep their pigmentation. At minimum, it will cost ¥650,000.”

“I’m sorry- it costs how much? A-are the other procedures cheaper?” That price tag was ludacris to you. There was no way you could afford that; you were expecting maybe half or a quarter of that number- but ¥650,000- it just wasn’t feasible.

“Well, yes, of c-”

“(Y/N).” There it was again- that voice that calmed and steadied you. The surgeon turned to look at the man she honestly forgot about due to his stillness and silence, your eyes shifting to him as well.

“Y-yes, Shouta?”

“I didn’t support you through years of T and struggling to see you settle and take the cheaper route. Pick the procedure that fits best, and don’t worry about the money.” His voice was level, but you could pick up on the height of his command.

“But-” However, you couldn’t obey.

“If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it right,” he sharply cut you off. You could tell that this was non-negotiable. Even though Aizawa must have sounded controlling and rude to the doctor, who looked stunned and unsure of what to say, he didn’t to you. He wasn’t infringing on your bodily autonomy- he was liberating you from the financial restraint. You didn’t hide your excitement and happiness before the price was revealed, and he attentively listened as you and the surgeon narrowed down your options to the one that you knew was ‘definitely the best fit’ you.

“Don’t worry about the money.”

Silence befell the room as Aizawa’s eyes stared at you intensely. Once again, you took a deep breath, closing your eyes in the process and turning to look to the surgeon.

“I would like to schedule the surgery for the procedure we agreed was best for me.”

The surgeon hesitated, looking between you and your partner. “…You’re sure? It seemed out of your price range. We require a 25% deposit when the-”

“¥650,000 is within our price range,” Aizawa spoke nonchalantly, the intensity from before seeming to have never existed at all to him. Your heart fluttered as you lingered on that possessive.

Still taken aback, the woman across the desk conceded. She pulled up her calendar, and you picked the earliest date available. Insisting on paying the deposit, you refused to let Aizawa cover the 25% down. You were prepared for at least that much. Much to the doctor’s surprise, she saw Aizawa accepting your demand without so much as a glare or sigh. It finally dawned on her that he wasn’t being rude earlier- he was paying you the greatest respect.

You took Aizawa’s hand as you both exited the office, leaving the SRS specialty clinic after that emotional rollercoaster of a consultation. For the longest time, neither of you said anything. There was so much for you to process. The surgery you wanted for so much of your life was finally on the calendar- it was basically tangible now. A countdown started the second that deposit went through, making you so elated you didn’t know what to say. And then there was the love of your life- unrivaled in rationality- who floored you and the doctor with what seemed like complete impulsivity. Your eyes drifted to his face, gazing at him with adoration and a smile on your lips. In the years you’d known him and the ones spent loving him, you never saw him react to something brashly. This was no exception.

“What’s on your mind?” His eyes glanced to the side and met yours briefly. Your smile only grew before you looked away, paying attention to where you were going. You squeezed his hand, feeling him squeeze back affectionately.

“I was thinking that I’m really lucky to be with you.”

At your words, Aizawa stopped walking. With your hands still held, you felt some resistance and looked back at him, getting pulled into his arms. As one hand came to your lower back, the other raised to your face, caressing your jawline before he gently held your chin between his thumb and index finger. The way he gazed at you took your breath away, and you held what little you had left in your chest.

“You shouldn’t credit luck,” he spoke softly, drawing nearer, “because it’s not by happenstance that my heart beats for you. You are my best fit, (Y/N).” You were speechless, and that was just fine with him as his lips joined yours in a gentle, loving kiss.

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ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is · 7 years ago

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I did my best to put it in some kind of order but it got messy and I'm helpless about what I should write even after having read the FAQ and more than 20 pages of your posts so bear with me, please. The more I studied the functions, the less I know. So I'm really annoyed when people do things in a certain way because that's how it was done - there's nothing wrong with sticking to tried ways but everyone should think why they do it instead of mindlessly following a set path. (1/???)

A note to readers: if I may ask, please hold back your own sarcasm and such.

I don’t explicitly set a length limit anywhere for asks as most people stop at a fairly reasonable 5 or 6 - I’ve gotten extremely long asks only a few other times and those were mostly overnight for me so I didn’t get to weigh in in medias res, so while this person definitely needs to work on editing there’s some good content. Had there been anything egregiously offensive, ignorant, or annoying I’d have been much more brusque or I’d just have blocked them; this was a genuine misread of the situation. It’s really hard for me to define what’s good to send for typing; it’s very much a case of knowing it when I see it and I know that can be difficult for some people to interpret. Answer is below the jump.

Hi anon,

I may have had some mild fun at your expense; when I see someone is 10 messages deep and talking about Mamma Mia I have to say I have concerns about their ability to decide what is relevant information.

Anyway I’m going to answer this piece by piece. This will not be my, uh, least snarky answer; the cost of doing business of mbti typing with me for no money is that I like to enjoy myself. But I will attempt to also provide a good faith answer as you have some solid examples within all this.

I did my best to put it in some kind of order but it got messy and I'm helpless about what I should write even after having read the FAQ and more than 20 pages of your posts so bear with me, please.

As you can see I will not really bear with you but I do appreciate you doing some research

The more I studied the functions, the less I know. So I'm really annoyed when people do things in a certain way because that's how it was done - there's nothing wrong with sticking to tried ways but everyone should think why they do it instead of mindlessly following a set path. (1/???)

I feel like people use this sort of language to be like “please don’t type me as a high Si user” when in fact this is EXTREMELY high healthy Si user. Thought it could be a lower Si user as well. Anyway, moving on

For example, it's sad how many people believe in God just because thats how they were raised without actually reading the Bible (no hard feelings to believers, I also believe)

I’m...not going to unpack that

I like to speak out loud some ideas with no thoughts of acting on them but some people tend to believe I'm dead set on the idea and it causes some misunderstandings. Also, I have at least 6 back up plans for my future in case some of them won't fly. (2/???)

Here’s the deal when people say they’ve studied EVERYTHING and then ramble on for a long time and can’t type themselves I often suspect the issue isn’t that they don’t know MBTI but that they need to learn themselves. Contingency plans tend to be Ne-Si; speaking out loud with no plans to act is pretty normal.

I plan on going to a country abroad in 2 years from now and I've already made plans what I want to see there. I have a list of places I need to visit arranged in order so I could visit as many places in the most effective way because I don't want to waste my precious time spend there. I also enjoy telling people about my plans of going there as it makes me really excited. The unknown excites me and I enjoy wandering around a city I visit for the first time because I don't know it.

I can’t type off of this specifically yet but it’s interesting because you have extremely detailed plans (more of a sensing thing) but for a trip that I can’t imagine you’ve finalized if it’s that far off.

Wandering around cities is great though, I agree with you there.

I'm also really good at remembering routes and getting to the destination. I like figuring out how to get there.

Maybe immature Si user actually? Getting really indignant about poor use of Si, plus that bit about the bible I said I wouldn’t unpack sounds like it could be as well especially if paired with Fe and/or Christian views of religion.

I'm a bit reserved at first as I need to test the waters before I decide I like someone. It takes me sometime to warm up but I actually enjoy small talk and feel tempted to speak to a cashier at shop or a fellow passenger at bus which isn't as socially acceptable at my country so I don't really do this - I don't want to come across as a weird person but at the same time, (4/???)

I'm not really bothered to play a social game and I often seem to be rude (resting bitch face, actually I'm not judgmental and I'm quite chill about most of things). I know in mbti e vs i isn't perceived in a traditional way but I identify as ambivert as most of people, heh. My introverted friends say I'm an extravert but extraverts find me a quiet girl. I'm also 9w1 if that helps.

Yeah I’m thinking ISFJ now honestly, not wanting to violate social norms, introverted but enjoys small talk, and 9w1 goes with ISFJ a lot.

I've been also always thought to be a smart one who knows a lot of stuff about many things (5/???)

I could say I'm a walking contradiction as I mentioned in my previous post btw I'm sorry I asked you to type me with a vague info, this time I put a lot of effort ♡ Oh god please don’t say you’re a walking contradiction, I truly believe your intentions are good here and I do not hold this against you but that phrase is what guys who think they’re going to make it in a band despite having no talent say in their tinder bios.

At first I was sure I'm Ne/Si but now I see a possibility of being Ni/Se.I often forget what I'm supposed to do as I've just done because I had this super relevant thing to write but I forgot, damn it.

You seem very nice and perhaps just sort of young so I would suggest...writing this in advance instead of stream of consciousness which might help you organize your thoughts and edit yourself a little? I’m writing this response in advance. Like 90% of my answers I write in a Google Doc and then paste it into the Tumblr askbox later. It’s great.

(6/???) I'm getting lost in the numbers

Hard same.

I'm also quite stubborn and I'll study a thing as long as it's needed for me to fully understand it - it drives me crazy when I study for an exam, I ask my friend for help because I don't understand the concept and she tells me I don't need to understand it, I just need to memorize it.

Sounds very much like Ti here, which fits the earlier typing of Fe-user.

I do things for 101% or I don't do it at all.

I’m guilty of saying this too; I think many people see this quality in themselves unfortunately and I’m not sure it ultimately means much.

I also have a friend who helps me to stay grounded as she remembers some stuff for me and I'm pretty sure I'll be lost without her (7/???) I didn't think I wrotesomuch

yeah...about that.

I'm quite oblivious on daily basis, I went through school hallway and didn't notice a big ballot box. I only notice things when i want to and it's not a natural thing for me. But when I do pay attention, I'm sometimes mischievous on purpose and enjoy pushing buttons of others. I work on not doing it, I promiseI have a great talent to focusing on irrelevant things and I struggle to do well in my infp teacher classes - even though I know I need a shitload of details from readings (8/???)

So here’s the thing: I really don’t think you use Ni. First of all, the stream of consciousness thing tends to be something Ni users don’t like to do in my experience: they like to edit. They also just...don’t sound the way you do? Like this is rambly but it’s coherent in a way an INFJ ramble of this nature wouldn’t be. You could be an INTP actually with rigid low Si and Fe instead of immature higher Si though. But I’m pretty confident at this point you use the Fe-Ti and Ne-Si axes.

One thing I do find funny, even though I suppose I set people up for it, is when I get asks that are like “here is the detailed description of when I didn’t notice a detail and here is what I didn’t notice”. Like, we do all miss things and while it’s more common in intuitives, my legally-blind-without-glasses Si-dom mother does this too because she can’t see for shit, so.

to do well in exam, I always choose things that aren't relevant to her. She's an excellent teacher and I enjoy her insights. As for Ni/Se, I'm amazed how many things my peers do without thinking about consequences. For example, I wouldn't drink till I'm unconscious because I know I would upset my parents. I perceived it as ni, might be wrong though.

You are wrong in that this isn’t Ni, it’s called basic self-preservation. I’ve gotten extremely drunk from time to time in my life but I have never gotten drunk to the point of involuntary passing out because that is when you fucking die. Your instincts are correct here, your reasoning about your parents is probably Fe, but your decision itself is not Ni.

(9/???) Now, I'm geniually sorry I wrote so much even though I'm not usually but this case is special

I appreciate the apology but this is something I often observe with people who use Fe: they’ll apologize several timesfor long asks or asks that ignore the FAQ or whatever, but like, they still do it. I’ve had to have this conversation IRL with Fe users actually, of “I’m really not looking for an apology, I’m looking for the thing you’ve apologized for to stop.” That is a whole other post about communication though that I may make tomorrow.

I'm also really into helping others[(what contradicts with my mischief, here we go again (I didn't like the 2nd part of mamma Mia as much as the first - it was too sad, I cried in the cinema and the holiday-happy-vibe was missing, it's off topic, isnt it, the second part is called mamma mia: here we go again and I liked the first part so much I watched it like 20 times and know all the songs by heart)] (10/???)

This was the point where I decided to start fucking with you and to turn off anon, not going to lie, because I hadn’t read the rest but I saw 10/??? after an off-topic post about Mamma Mia and was like “okay we’re going to finish it now”

Anyway from this whole thing I cannot decide if you are an ISFJ or INTP, but I’m going to guess INTP as the 9w1 might be what was making me think high Fe before.

#mbti #long post #Anon ask #answered asks

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theticklishpear · 8 years ago

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I'm writing a story about about a long lived species that has slow population growth. I want a goddess to have connected their souls to stars/ have stars be their physical souls e.g. when one dies their star dies/explodes/ light goes out. I'm unsure about what cultural influences or effects on the world this would have. What do you think?

There’s a lot to unravel here, so I apologize for any disjointedness in this response.

Physiology tied to stars: First, while this is lovely imagery, you have to understand that you’re changing the basic functioning of the universe. If stars are forming with the birth of each individual and violently dying with the death of each individual, then you’re talking about instituting rapid changes in the cosmos that, in my non-astrophysicist opinion, would be catastrophic. After all, aren’t they living on a star that would be tied to the life of someone? What happens when they die and take the entire population, and therefore the entire galaxy, with them? Or does not every star have a person tied to it? And if that’s the case, what are the implications of rogue stars? You’re also trying to essentially remove any movements that the stars have on their own, otherwise you’ve got Sally’s star crashing into Mahmet’s star and there you go, both dead way before their time simply because the stars are not the people but are separate entities that have soul-links. Removing the movement of the stars so that their existence is entirely dependent upon the individual essentially negates physics. Assuming you can sort all that out or cry magic upon it, then you’ve got the cultural implications and world economics to deal with.

With long-lived species, you’ll have to decide how long is long. If you’re talking the age of stars, then you’re talking millennia. If you’re talking 300 years, that’s…literally a blip on the page. If you want to not cause total cosmic chaos with the appearance and disappearance of stars and the cosmic disasters this would cause (not to mention any effects that radiate out to the planet itself), you’re looking at that millennia number. Anything less than that, and you need to start doing extensive research into the deaths of stars and figuring out what side-effects would be put off into the star’s surroundings and out to the planet, and then multiply the repercussions by a lot. Generations die in waves, so you’d have waves of these effects that could be very devastating depending on the type of star and how close it is.

Then you have to deal with slow population growth. So with that, you’re looking at change-resistant cultures. These are individuals who remember how it was and the natural inclination in humans that “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” is magnified. “This is how it’s always been done” could easily become a catchphrase for this culture because there isn’t a new generation pushing for change except every several decades, centuries, whatever. This will especially be true if they’re isolated in any way from any other species that may not have the extended lifespan that they do. The more exposure they have to that feeling of the world changing around them and that they need to keep up in order to be relevant, then the more they might be willing to change. Their long lives mean that one year doesn’t mean much, but think of how much changes in a year, or five, or ten in our own cultures. And then tell the millennia-old mountains that they need to move so we can have highways, or whatever. The world will change fast for them, but it’s the same individuals experiencing all that change in their lifetime. It’ll be tough for them to know what to invest in or what to agree to, because the entities they may be interacting with won’t be there soon.

Additionally, think about what “maturity” means. With shorter lifespans, when humans were considered mature enough to begin performing “adult” responsibilities and were expected to pull a certain weight in society changed. It’s not a given, though, so it’s up to you to think about what ratio of their lives is spent as children and what that means to the culture at large. With them having long lives in addition to the slow population growth, you’ve at least balanced out the problem of having too many or too few children around, so now you just have to decide what that looks like. (Like I said, make sure you’re thinking of it in ratios. For regular humans, [assuming 100 year life span and maturity at 18] 15-20% of our lives are spent as children. For a population that lives to be 500,000 with the same ratio, they’re not considered adults until they’re 90,000, and even folks living to 3,000 are 540 when they become adults.)

Having a literal tie to the stars will have a huge impact on literally every aspect of society from architecture to religion to motifs in clothing. Birth and funeral rites would likely have lots of cosmic symbolism and likely would tend toward the nocturnal, performing any religious rituals where the light of the stars could be seen. There would also likely be a deep fascination with observing and/or charting the stars so that they could keep track of lives and any notable changes that would indicate world events happening or to come. Astronomy would be a big deal, likely, and astrology, too, though perhaps in a different context. That might be something fun to play with if you want.

I’m sure there are a bunch more things to take into consideration, but a lot of it is up to you and your imagination. It’s your world and your people, so you can feel free to cry magic at it whenever you want. What’s important is that you know to what extent you’re trying to maintain realism, and what the breaking point is. Good luck! -Pear

#pear responds #writing #writing tips #night of asking #culture building #morteledraco #posts by pear

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twocubes · 4 years ago

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alright let’s start with

(i hope the frayed quality of my prose does not detract from the meaning here, it's very difficult for me to write eloquently with any semblance of speed. there is also always a good chance we are talking past each other, in which case i want to thank you taking the time to engage with me and apologize for misrepresenting your position)

hey, no problem! I enjoy talking about this stuff, it’s helpful to talk it out, I’m having fun, and my prose is probably worse than yours. that said i might continue to do the thing where i take on an irascible persona for most of this, because it’s more fun. please don’t take it personally unless you’d find it fun to take it personally.

i was not saying that it's dubious to identify things that desire with people, i was saying it's dubious to identify termination (which is a particularly common sort of attractor, e.g. death) as necessarily a want, whether you have people as a category or not.

...termination is a particular type of wanting because “getting to a state in a finite number of steps and then staying there forever” is what convergence looks like in the discrete topology. like it’s pretty straightforwards. idk what you’re missing.

but, putting that aside, i'm still unconvinced this notion of moral weight based directly on wants as you’ve defined them is well-founded. the main issue to me is that

k let me stop you there, i think you fundamentally don’t quite get the concept of the project i’m working on here.

I do not think that a truly justifiable notion of what does or does not count as a person will ever emerge. I think the space of possible minds is continuous from us to rocks. I think people posit those distinctions on faith and I think they’re fundamentally dubious. In everyday life, this isn’t really a problem to make the assumption that such a distinction exists so that it makes it easier for us to do moral calculations, but, when dealing with morality with constructed entities and other nonhumans, I do not think that such a distinction can ever truly be justifiably be made.

this creates a lot of problems. most extant moral systems fail to even boot up (metaphorically) without such a notion of object and subject. developing a new one seems very difficult. but there are ways to do start, at least.

personally i’ve been going at it by trying to understand the mechanisms whereby morality reproduces itself and the purpose of morality as a social coordination tool, which itself required a detour to understand the function of individuality/the self as a tool of social coordination, but that’s stuff you might see in other posts i’ve made. (roughly, you look at those things as organs and ask what they’re for in the way that a heart is for pumping blood) see the bit where i responded to phosphosilicate above for an example of how that ends up looking.

so when you say

it's hard for me to see how a coherent (and person-free) moral system could fall out of this.

what i say is: Yeah! It’s hard! And it should be hard! Why would you dorks ever expect morality to be easy?

Like, the not being able to rely on the person/nonperson distinction is just a basic problem of the field. It simply is there that that’s a problem, and the possibility that that distinction is based on nothing at all is itself easy to observe from, yknow, observing animals and robots. There is nothing that humans do that seems to fundamentally separate us from all these “nonpersons”. I didn’t choose that restriction because I thought it would make my moral models more tractable. Quite the opposite: I expect that the resultant models would be much harder to use in everyday situations.

So like, you go on to describe how since I recognize desires at every single scale, from the electron to the universe, how do i propose to balance all of these needs at once? how do I propose to make them all coherent and optimize morality for all of them at every single scale?

And, yeah, if I was trying to do that, that’d be intractable. Which is why instead I’ve been doing this other thing, trying to understand the function of morality, so i can replace it with a more detailed model that extends further outwards.

But it’s interesting that you bring up that your reasoning for rejecting this is that it seems intractable to you: since when does that matter? since when is intractability a reason to reject a moral system?

And the answer is, well, since always. Most moral rules are derived as heuristics that summarize a bunch of given outcomes. Like it’s obvious if you look at the structure of moral fables; it’s pretty explicit in those cases! Here is this whole tale, here is the moral of the story, which means, forget about the wolf and the boy and the village, remember only this: don’t keep calling for help if you don’t need it because when you do actually need it people won’t respond.

Once you get the sense of that, that moral rules are all rules of thumb ultimately, derived from stories from others and personal experiences that point to probable bad outcomes given whatever, you sort of get the point: there really isn’t anything fundamental to morality beyond organizing group coordination at an interpersonal, group, etc, level.

We want to all form a giant harmonious superorganism, one that gives us all purpose and recognizes and finds value in all our individual developments. Like, that’s the point of individuality, the point of morality, etc. For us all to Be together. And the ‘Us’ here is a thing we want to extend as far as we possibly can, to strange humans, to animals, to machines, etc. We want to be a grander self that lives in as many ways as possible simultaneously so that we can survive as well as we can, reorganize whoever fails to whichever mode survives. (“want” here again in the teleological metaphorical sense that i’ve been using.)

That’s the perspective I tend to take.

Look, fundamentally, all of this is in a state of half-construction, it has a lot of parts that are hard to navigate, a lot of questions are still unanswered, but this has more to do with the fact that I am trying something difficult here. So, yknow, try and think it out yourself, rather than just giving up because it seems hard.

finally:

and anyway, shouldn’t our morality, at least the theory of it, be independent of the particular way we chunk up the universe into ‘things’ and ‘layers’ when that too is just a convenient approximation for making our problems tractable?

YEAH, PRECISELY. another reason why i don’t want to use the person/nonperson distinction.

anti-MIRI

making sure that whatever putative ai occurs, it doesn’t have any particular values that it needs to be aligned to

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