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random anecdote for father's day: one time during a long car ride my dad asked me, "you're familiar with Murphy's Law, right?" and i was like "isn't that the one about how anything that can go wrong will go wrong?" and he said "yeah, exactly" and i said "why do you ask?" and he went "well, have you heard of Cole's Law?" and i said "no, actually, what's that?" and he said "it's mostly lettuce and carrots with a little dressing mixed in"

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Fledgling

Fandom: Sakamoto Days

Rating: General

Relationships: Heisuke & Piisuke

Words: 846

This is fic 3/20. Just as a reminder, I'm doing 20 prompts as quickly as I can (I'm shooting for 20 in 20 business days) as an exercise to stop myself from freezing up due to overthinking. This means the fics will be largely unedited so please forgive my typos.

So, yeah, Piisuke doesn't actually look like any real bird I can find (though I'm by no means a bird expert) , but I am continuing to assume he's sorta-kinda meant to be a cockatiel... I watched a lot of videos of baby cockatiels for this even though I wasn't supposed to be doing research. Would recommend a video usually called "Baby parrot 41 days development" which I can't find the source of, unfortunately. Currently voting on prompt set #5

"I won't let anyone hurt you, you're safe with me."

“I didn’t know the JCC had legacy admissions.”

“What’d you mean, Takano-Sensei?” Heisuke asked, not sure what his advisor was getting at. 

“Your father is Mashimo Katsuo and your mother’s maiden name was Sawada Kaede, correct?”

“Oh, yes, those are my parents.”

“Well, with your grades and your admission scores, I’m guessing your parents put in a good word. You should work a little harder, otherwise you’ll make them look bad.”

“Oh,” he said, deflating a little.

It wasn’t the first time Heisuke had heard something like that, but he never let it bother him. He hadn’t gotten into the JCC using his parents’ names. He’d studied and taken the entrance exam like everyone else. And sure, his score was just above the minimum and he was one of the lowest ranked admittees and apparently the year he applied there had been a historically low number of applicants and his parents hadn’t been impressed but he’d still made it in. And he’d even made it through his first semester without dying or failing out. 

“I— I did well in my marksmanship class.”

“You can’t make it as a hit man with just marksmanship.” Takano was looking over information from his first semester. “If you don’t want to sully your family name, you should consider trying a little harder.” 

“Yes, Sensei,” Heisuke responded, looking away and hoping this meeting would end soon. 

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One of Heisuke’s favorite things to do was use his sniper scope to do bird watching. He’d been told that was strange behavior, but it wasn’t like he owned binoculars. 

Lately, he’d been fascinated by a pair of birds that were living not far from Heisuke’s dorm. They laid a couple of eggs not long ago and three of them had hatched. Heisuke liked to watch the chicks as the quickly grew from ugly alien-looking things to something resembling a bird. 

When he found the nest today, though, something was wrong. It seemed like everything was normal, but Heisuke saw there were only two chicks in the nest. Had the other one died? All three had looked healthy, so that was a surprise. 

After a but of searching, Heisuke realized that the third chick was no longer in the nest. It was, instead, on the ground below the tree. It was moving, so it seemed to be alive, but the parent birds didn’t seem too concerned they were missing one of their babies. 

“I’ll be back,” Heisuke said to his roommate, Takahashi, before rushing out of the room and in the direction of the nest. 

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Luckily, the baby still seemed fine when he arrived and, carefully, he scooped it up. It was about two weeks old, only having opened its eyes for the first time within the last day or two. The most surprising thing, though, was how loud it was. 

“Hey, buddy, it’s fine,” he said to the bird. “I’ll get you back in your nest with your family.” 

Luckily the nest wasn’t too high up and Heisuke was able to slip the bird back in. He smiled and was about to leave when the nest got noisy. He turned back just in time to see the baby bird being chased from the nest and, without thinking, Heisuke jumped and caught the bird. He fell, landing hard as he did his best to keep the bird from being hurt.

“You good?” He asked and the baby just squawked at him sadly. Heisuke looked up at the nest and then back down at the bird. “Your parents don’t like you, either?”

The baby turned its head, looking at Heisuke like it understood. 

“Well, why don’t you come back with me?” He chirped in response and Heisuke laughed. “Okay. Guess you need a name, huh? Well, you say pīpī…How about Pipi?”

The bird chirped again and Heisuke smiled widely. Things weren’t always easy, but Heisuke knew he’d make it through alright. 

-

His roommate had sighed deeply when Heisuke returned with the baby bird, but his only complaint had been that Pipi was a bad name. Takahashi didn’t even complain when the baby wouldn't stop screaming for food. It took Heisuke a little bit to figure out how to feed him, but once he did, the room quieted down until the bird was hungry again.

“He’s hungry all the time, just like you,” Takahashi commented. “Maybe I’ll start calling him Heisuke.” 

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Heisuke responded. “But won’t that be confusing?” 

Takahashi sighed again, but Heisuke could see he was smiling slightly.

“I have a better idea.”

“Yeah?”

“How about Piisuke?” 

-

It was late at night a few days after Heisuke found Piisuke and Heisuke couldn’t help but lay awake and watch the small bird. He was a good bird and already very smart. He really liked Piisuke already.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he whispered, carefully rubbing his thumb over the top of Piisuke’s head. “You’re safe with me.”

Heisuke couldn’t figure out why in the world Piisuke’s parents didn’t want him, but he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to his new friend. 

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me: *trying to take my socks off but they keep getting stuck on my heel* oh fuck. goddamnit.

the extractor fan in a bathroom in Norway that has an intrinsic link to my spirit: *momentarily whirs louder*

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get idea for new fanfic

immediately abandon your previous wip in favor of this new and better one

leave the tab open tho bc you’re more tuan capable of working on two fics at the same time

repeat forever

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Queen of getting invited to Opioid Crisis Taskforce Meetings as a person with lived experience / representative working on Harm Reduction advocacy + programs, then getting my microphone muted halfway through.

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Last one for this week!

Help Me Choose a Prompt!

Going to do a little writing exercise to kept myself writing.

I'm using this list of prompts and want YOUR HELP picking the 20 I'm going to do. Not necessarily going to try to do 20 in 20 days or something, but I'm going to see how quickly I can get them done. Need to practice not being so precious about my writing!

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clicking a pen over and over again is actually fun as fuck its a shame it makes everyone in a 30 foot radius want to kill me with a rock

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New Sakamoto Days illustration!

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Look how small Shin is next to boiled

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This diva

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Sci fi should bring back the sweaty tanky top muscle woman fighting for her life but give some fucking underarm hair

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i sleep diagonally so i wake up to a dutch angle view of my ceiling symbolising my descent into madness

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caught red handed jerking off the koolaid man

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