#AU: Letters to a Naturalist

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⠀めぐみ // CAUSE FOR CONCERN ⠀ ༝ ༝ yan!megumi fushiguro ⠀ ༝ ༝ 6k words baby ⠀ ⚠︎ modern!au + camp counselor!au + MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH + emotional manipulation ⠀ — itadori thinks counselor (and his best friend) megumi has a crush on you.

you’d like to think the summer was off to a great start. 

you got a new swimsuit, got a farewell bonus from the place you’d been working at since you were fifteen, an acceptance letter to attend a college you were really hoping to get into, and even met some new friends at the orientation for the school! you had everything you needed down to the ‘T’; your transcripts looked divine, some extra college credits under your belt from taking advanced courses in highschool, except . . . 

you didn’t have all the community service hours required to officially guarantee your spot at the school. 

but it’s okay! summer lasts for two months for a reason - your spot will be held until the very last minute, and thankfully one of the friends you’d met at the orientation was in the same boat as you! 

nobara, your savior and self-proclaimed bestie, brought up a camp she’d been going to since she was a kid – jujutsu camp (though she notes how there’s no jujutsu taught there), and now that she’s graduated from high school, she’s able to become a counselor! gives her something to do for the summer, and she gets the community service hours she was missing. win/win. 

she sends you the email to apply, and less than 24 hours later, you’re sending her a screenshot of your acceptance into the counselor biz. 

for the next month and a half, your time is to be devoted to making sure kids aren’t drowning in the big lake at the center of the camp, wandering too far into the surrounding woods, or hurting themselves on the trek up the beautiful mountain for weekly picnics. 

it’s nice and relaxing, more of a vacation than an actual ‘job’, aside from the occasional tummy-ache complaint or the reprimanding to not play with the fire from the pit —- plus, nobara was able to introduce you to some of her friends who were also counselors this year! 

itadori yuji and megumi fushiguro; the three had apparently been inseparable since grade school, joined at the hip and friends for life (despite the many groans and complaints nobara would throw their way about being annoying and smelly). 

the time in the woods is calming, too, aside from the bugs and your irrational (totally rational) fear of the dark when it creeps around, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think camp counselor and naturalist megumi fushiguro might have a growing crush on you. 

at least, that’s what camp counselor itadori whispers to you at the bonfire while helping you set up for the s’mores session before the kids are due to leave. 

he laughs when you shove him away with a roll of your eyes, almost dropping the box of chocolates he’s holding, “i’m serious! i’ve never seen him go outta his way like he does for you.” 

again, you roll your eyes because the words leaving his lips are completely and utterly ridiculous, “name one time he’s gone out of his way for me.” 

he takes a second to think, tapping his chin as if you’d asked him something complex, “when we go on the walks, he always makes sure the two of you are paired together-” 

“because you and nobara hate walking up to the cliff,” you argue with a small laugh. 

“-and he holds the doors open for you anytime, anywhere-” 

“so being nice suddenly equals love interest?” 

“- how about the way he checks you out in your swimsuit?” he grins at the way you flush and shove him again, “or how he’s checkin’ you out now?” 

still, with warm cheeks, you risk a glance behind you and see megumi is in fact staring in your direction, though his cheeks light up red at being caught, looking away hastily to give his attention to a camper who’d been talking to him prior. 

when you look back just as quickly to itadori, he has a shit-eating grin on his face that leaves you throwing the bag of marshmallows in your hands at his face to avoid it, “whatever, still doesn’t disprove the fact that everything else you said was from him being nice.” 

“be in denial all you want,” his grin returns while he opens the bag, popping a marshmallow into his mouth and talking around it, “but i know my friend, and my friend likes you.” 

another roll of your eyes and you snatch the bag from him with a pointed finger, “you are very annoying, has anyone ever told you that?” 

“among other things, like charming, sweet, attractive-”

you pull one of the marshmallows out of the bag and hit him square in the forehead, and while he voices his complaints about you being so very mean, you can’t help but take another risky peek behind you, cheeks warming all over again when you see megumi’s got his eyes back on your form. he doesn’t look away like before, holding your stare until you return to the task at hand – hoping itadori doesn’t pick at you for the way your hands shake. 

by the end of the week, there’s not a single camper still on site; everyone under 18 escorted back home while every counselor remains to clean up the area - the intent to make sure the woods were just as clean as when you arrived in the back of your mind with every piece of trash you pick up and every cabin you clean out. 

it amazes you what some kids leave; there’s a bet going on for who can find the most interesting thing and so far nobara’s in the lead from finding not one, but two retainers, though you’d like to think you’re close to taking that spot after discovering a porno magazine someone left between the mattress and wooden bed frames of the bunkbeds. 

(how the kid got their hands on it, you don’t know, and frankly you don’t care, you’re just glad you found it so you’re at least on the board for strange things). 

“lookie what i found,” you hum out, magazine pinched between your gloved fingers before you toss it onto the picnic table your three new friends have settled around. you rip off one of the gloves and toss it on top of the magazine, letting your open palm hang above it as you wiggle your fingers, “better pay up now, ‘m sure none of you guys will top me.” 

itadori picks the magazine up with the discarded glove, careful to not actually touch any part of the paper, while you stand proud - elated even when you see how his eyes almost light up at the sight. 

he whistles low, letting the booklet drop back down onto the table, and nobara scrunches her nose in distaste, “you didn’t have to drop it on the table. we eat here, y’know?” 

you wave her off and slide in next to megumi while taking off the other glove, ignoring the way itadori’s eyebrows shoot up, no longer interested in the magazine with the potential love drama unfolding in front of his eyes. 

“we’ll wipe down the tables before dinner, i’m sure,” then you bump megumi’s shoulder with your own, “you find anything as cool cleaning out the other boys’ cabins?” 

“hardly,” he rolls his eyes. you can see a light pink dusting his cheeks. itadori leans forward in his seat, “found some abandoned socks and underwear with more holes than i’d like to ever see, though.” 

you laugh, sweet and genuine, “you could’ve used that, would’ve beat itadori’s weird love confession he found in the arts and crafts room that was for you, might i remind.” 

megumi’s cheeks brighten to red while he clicks his tongue, “don’t remind me. i dunno why those fourteen year olds thought it’d be genius to make those.” 

“so there was more than one?” ever the analyst, you pick apart his words with that same teasing smile, “i’d kill to see the others.” 

even with flushed cheeks, he remains unresponsive to your taunts, “three total,” he corrects, “i threw them all away.” 

“not all.” itadori grins, fishing into his pocket and pulling out the folded one he’d submitted as his ‘strange thing’, “‘megumi, i know you’re so much older than me, but you’re so cute. please like me back - check yes or no.’ (y/n) should take some notes.” 

your own cheeks brighten at the sudden jab at you, and while nobara gags and stands to dismiss herself from the area being ‘too cringey’, you’re jumping across the table to swipe at itadori. 

itadori who practically cackles as he makes his escape, narrowly dodging your attacks and slipping from the table before you have a chance to land any blows. 

when he’s too far from your reach, you flick him off and mumble something about how he better sleep with one eye open tonight. although he doesn’t hear what you say, he wiggles his eyebrows at you and megumi, before winking and disappearing towards the lake. 

“he’s annoying.” you comment after a moment, tapping your fingers against the table before you lean forward to prop yourself on your arm, looking at megumi. 

his cheeks have faded back to the soft pink from before, hands in his lap while he picks at his nails, “very, but you get used to it. it’s part of his charm.” 

“among other things,” you mumble almost bitterly, waving away how megumi’s eyebrows raise in question. “don’t worry ‘bout it. can’t believe we’ll be outta here by next week. i think i’ll miss this place.” 

“could always come back next summer,” he shrugs, and the movement makes his shoulder bump with yours, “i think they’re always lookin’ for help.” 

you smile at the invitation, “i’ll have to make sure a month and a half of my summer is free next year.” 

“i’m sure you’ll enjoy the break from classes.” megumi shrugs again, before he stands and gestures to the magazine still on the table, “are you um . . . gonna keep that ‘til the end of the week?” 

you scrunch your nose at the thought, shaking your head as you also stand, “no way. all three of you guys have seen it, so it should be proof enough right? figured i’d just throw it away after i showed it off.” 

megumi hums, picking it up with the glove before tossing it into the nearby garbage can, “sounds fair to me –  don’t expect anyone else to beat you, anyways.” 

you giggle and the sound has megumi looking away quickly, “i should get going, i told nobara i’d help her finish cleaning out the rest of the girls’ cabins.” 

he nods, understanding, “i’ll see you later?”

“for sure.” you promise with a wink, before you’re heading off in search of nobara. 

⠀ ༝ ༝ 

“where the hell is itadori?” nobara groans, practically drooling from the feast laid in front of her. 

the last night of camp and he’s decided to disappear when the senior counselors revealed there’d be a huge bar-b-q as thanks for helping out. 

and they wouldn’t let you start until everyone was accounted for. 

you swat away a mosquito before it can land on you with a frown, “why couldn’t we eat in the mess hall? the bugs are so much worse at night.” another swat in front of you. 

megumi offers the bug spray he’d just put on himself, and you take it with a grateful smile. 

“none of you guys have seen itadori?” gojo, senior counselor and owner (you think?) of the camp asks as he approaches the table. 

“not since this afternoon,” megumi recalls, “we cleaned up by the lake.” 

“i see . . . well,” gojo glances to his side, eyes meeting one of the other senior counselor’s, “this could be a cause for concern.”

your brows furrow at his whispered words, “sorry, concern?” you parrot, “do you think he’s like . . . hurt or something?” 

“i’m sure it’s not anything serious,” he assures, if only to try and calm your nerves, “itadori’s always been a good camper for as long as he’s come here and he’s got good survival instincts-”

“are you saying he needs them right now?” the worry in your voice is palpable, it forces gojo to slide into the picnic table just as senior counselor nanami kento stops at the end beside him. 

“it just means if something has happened to him, he’s better equipped to survive.” gojo explains further, and it does nothing to quell your increasing anxieties. 

“but-but if he’s hurt or something, we should go look for him, shouldn’t we?” 

“in the dark?” nobara protests half-heartedly. you can see she’s worried too, from the way she frowns, how she picks at her nails, “i-i’m sure he’s fine, (y/n), there’s no reason for us to stress when he might just be holed up in his cabin or the bathroom or-” 

“but he’s not,” you argue, gesturing to the two older counselors, “i mean, surely they’ve checked for him there, right? what if he’s hurt and-and afraid and-” 

“hey.” you jump when megumi speaks beside you, from the hand pulling at your own to unclench your first and stop yourself from digging your nails into your palm, “he’s okay, ‘m sure of it.” then he looks at gojo, “do we need to go look for him or something?”

“i think it’d be wise to,” he stands from the table, then looks at nanami, “but we can’t force you guys - ‘specially since it’s dark and risks one of you potentially getting hurt, too.” 

“i’ll go look,” you stand, too, and gojo clicks his tongue. 

“not alone. we use the buddy system, remember?-”

“i’ll go with them.” megumi stands as well, still holding your hand, “should be easier with more eyes, anyways.” 

you almost smile at the gesture, though you’re sure his volunteering is partially because he’s also worried for his best friend. 

“‘kay,” gojo shoves his hands in his pockets, nodding his head to shoko, who claps her hands and announces everyone else can eat, “we’ll get some flashlights and radios for you two and a map of how far you can go.” 

you offer what smile you can muster to nobara, who only returns it with her own hesitation, mumbling a small ‘good luck’ as megumi guides you away by the hand to follow gojo. 

nanami is the one who breaks down the forest to the two of you, explains how to know if you’ve gone too far, and warns, “stay on the trail. especially when you go up the mountain – don’t want you falling down it.” 

gojo passes the two of you flashlights and your own radios, “we’ll check out the left side of the woods, don’t go past the fence line, okay?” 

the question is directed at both of you, but it’s megumi who answers, “we will.” 

nanami and gojo guide you to where the woods become thick, just before the trail splits off to two parts, “keep the radio on channel one and please answer when we ask for responses, or we’ll think we’re looking for three of you instead of just one.” nanami instructs. 

you and megumi nod, looking at them for a second longer before the pair of you follow the trail to the right. 

you’d been walking for maybe fifteen minutes, flashlight beams breaking through the greenery while you call out for itadori and . . . it’s scary. even with megumi at your side, the dark eats away at every part of the world surrounding you that the light can’t touch, and it’s only aiding in increasing your anxiety with the branches that snap under your feet. 

and then you see the mass in the middle of the trail. 

“megumi . . .” blindly, your hand reaches for his, squeezing tightly when you grasp it. 

he turns at the feel of you holding him, beam from his light following the shake of your own until both fall on the lump of clothes. 

“i-is that . . .” you’re whispering, words catching in your throat at the sight. 

he steps forwards, almost protectively in front of you as if it’d prevent you from seeing what your eyes have already taken in, “itadori?” 

you can still see just past megumi, how the lump doesn’t move, “yuji.” he tries again, hesitant steps pausing in front of him. 

your shaking hands reach for the radio tucked into your back pocket, fighting with yourself from how badly you’re trembling, “g-gojo? nanami? w-we um . . . oh my god—we found itadori . . .” 

the radio makes a noise as one of them begins to reply, “where are you guys? is he okay?” 

gojo, you think. your ears are ringing. it’s hard to hear, and you feel bile rising in the back of your throat. megumi nudges itadori with his foot and his body rolls over limply. you turn around before you can see how it settles on the ground. 

“--hello? megumi, (y/n), we need one of you guys to answer. where are you?” 

“the base of the mountain,” megumi’s saying into the radio, an arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you to his chest so your face is hidden away, “we’re at the base of the mountain. where the trail breaks off to go up to the cliff.” 

the radio clicks and your gasping for air is the only sound that surrounds you, until megumi’s prying you away from his chest to force you to look at him, “--ook at me, hey. it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.” 

his assurances go in one ear and out the other, but they do well to stop your heart from beating out of your chest, keeping you from the dreadful sight until the flash of gojo and nanami’s lights bristle you out of his grasp. 

“you guys find him like this?” gojo asks and nanami moves closer to the body of your friend.

you feel megumi nod, “i pushed him over with my foot to . . . to see if he was . . . “ 

“the two of you should go back to the cabins,” nanami says, and there’s no room for argument from the way his gaze pierces you, “do not say a word to anyone, not until we talk to the proper authorities.” 

again, megumi nods, and he guides you away from the area on shaky legs, keeping you tucked under his arm as if that’d somehow protect you from what’d seen. 

“look, there’s pieces from those fences at the top of the cliff,” you hear gojo say as you depart, “you think he leaned on it and it just gave way? they are pretty old, rickety.” 

nanami clicks his tongue, “not sure. we’d need the police to investigate.” 

megumi’s grip around you tightens, pulling you closer. 

you can’t find your appetite when you’re back at camp, despite the fact that nobara went out of her way to set aside three plates worth of food. megumi picks at what he can, but is ultimately in the same boat as you after less than five bites, and nobara frowns at how strange the two of you are acting. 

“did you guys find him?” she asks when you’re back in your shared cabin, with the lights off and your back to her in bed. 

“i . . .” you start, closing your eyes before shaking your head from the images that appear behind your eyelids, “i can’t say.” you offer finally with a shuddering exhale. 

as if she understands what you’re implying, she only says a small “oh . . .” 

and the room fills with a silence that neither of you can find it in yourselves to break. 

the next morning, there’s cops teeming all over the campsite, and it’s shoko who pulls you from your cabin, puts you in one of the offices you’d never had the pleasure of going into, with megumi and a cop already waiting for you. 

he makes you recount the events from the night prior, going over every detail multiple times until your hands are shaking and tears well in your eyes and it’s megumi who regards the man with a frown, “we’ve been here for two hours and we’ve told you everything we can. can’t we mourn our friend without you guys pressing us?” 

the cop regards him for a moment before his eyes roam over your form, taking in the tremble of your lip, how you dig your nails into your palms, how the tears that were welling in your eyes spill suddenly over your cheeks, and how you hastily wipe them away with a sniffle. 

he clicks his tongue, but waves his hand towards the door regardless, “you can go. we’ll be in contact if we have any more questions.” 

you’re still fighting tears when megumi walks you to the door of your cabin; it’s almost noon, with the sun high in the sky, and every other younger counselor had been dismissed probably an hour prior, nobara included. you still needed to throw some stuff in your bags to finish packing, but you practically crumble when megumi closes the door behind the two of you. 

 and he holds you gently, so very softly while mumbling over and over how it’s going to be okay – he’s here, everything will be fine. 

⠀ ༝ ༝ 

a terrible accident — the newspapers read, headlining articles written about the horrible incident occurring to a frequent camp goer and dear friend to all. a terrible, horrible, no good accident.  

it leaves you swallowing hard from each news station covering it, flipping through channel after channel until you're forced to settle on a kids show; barely comforted by the familiar characters on screen like you used to be. 

yuji really likes this show, you remember dully. how the two of you got into a heated argument about whether the main character would’ve gotten with his best friend or the very clear love interest (and your personal favorite) that the creators put in place. 

a frown tugs its way onto your lips, turning off the tv and standing at the sound of knocks at the front door. 

when you pull the door open, you find nobara standing behind it, her lip pulled between her teeth and picking at her nails. a nervous habit? 

“hey . . .” she clears her throat, “i um . . wanted to talk to you about something.” 

less than a week later, you, megumi, and nobara meet up for dinner in honor of itadori at nobara’s apartment. you spend the day watching his favorite movies, playing his favorite games, eating his favorite foods . . . it’s bittersweet, a lingering ache in everything you do without him. 

as the night concludes, with the three of you sitting at nobara’s dining room table finishing up a game of uno, she drops the news to megumi. 

“(y/n) and i are gonna attend a school in okinawa.” she says casually, shuffling the cards back into the deck so you can continue drawing for the +8 you’d been saddled with. 

you had seventeen cards now, a stack compared to the six in nobara’s hand and the two in megumi’s. 

he pauses for a second, blinking as he processes the statement before– “uno.” he calls, dropping a +2 to the top and tilting his head, “why okinawa? isn’t that a little far?” 

little is an understatement. just short of a two day trip, and far away from the reminders of your lost friend. a new start, even. something that could aid in preventing from seeing his body laying limply on the earth's floor everytime you close your eyes–

nobara clicks her tongue, drawing the two cards and raises a brow at you as if to ask if you have anything to intercept his potential (inevitable?) win. you can only shake your head. 

“that’s kinda the point,” she says with a sigh, “i wanna get out of tokyo and (y/n) got an acceptance letter from there, too, so we wanna try out the first semester together. see if we like it or not. we’ll be roomies” 

you debate if you should draw an extra few cards to get something to fight off his win; to give you and nobara (mostly nobara) a chance against him. 

“what about your majors? thought tokyo had the best for both of you.” he eyes you with a poker face, taking in how you scrunch your nose in thought. 

“this school has those same programs,” you explain softly, flicking through your cards one more time, “maybe not the best, but they’re good.” 

you reach forward and draw. once, twice, five times, before you pull your very own +4. 

a smile forms on your lips, unable to hide your pleasure in the draw, and place the card atop the others. 

“red.” 

megumi grins at your excitement, but it seems to grow when you take in the fact that he isn’t drawing the four. he wouldn’t. 

he does. 

he flicks his last card onto the pile as he stands. +4. you groan. nobara voices her complaints. the cheap bastard would save a draw card as his last, and she says as much while he packs away what items he’d brought over. 

unfair, you think with a scrunch of your nose, and slimy. 

megumi walks you home after the game, hands stuffed in his pockets and slouched from carrying both of your bags, despite your protests in being more than capable of carrying your own. the two of you had gotten . . . closer, through the tragedy. he checked on you more often than not, would come over to your house when you wouldn't reply to make sure you were out of bed at a decent time. it was sweet, in a way. 

“so, you guys are really gonna go to okinawa?” he asks to break the comfortable silence that formed between the two of you. 

“mhm,” you nod, skipping over a crack in the sidewalk freely without the weight of your bag holding you down, “nobara came to my house the other day and we had a long, teary convo about it.” 

“just gonna leave me behind, huh?” 

though you’re not facing him, you can hear the way he’s almost pouting, and when you do spin on your heel, there’s a smile teasing its way on your lips, “you could come with,” you offer, “we can get an apartment off campus together, do cute picnics after class. the whole shebang.” 

“but we could do that here,” he argues, “dunno why you guys have to go so far.” 

you frown, steps slowing to a stop in front of him, “i don’t really know nobara’s reasoning, but . . i can’t stay here and pretend like we didn’t see him like that, ‘gumi.” 

he pauses when you do, towering in front of you despite still slouching, “but you have me here.” 

you look away from the sadness creeping on the edge of his voice, guilt eating at you, “i-i know, and i’m happy i do, i just . . i think we need a new start, or at least some time away from here?” 

away from you is all he hears, and the comfortable silence breaks into awkward tension when his frown only grows. 

“don’t look so down,” you nudge his shoulder softly, offering a small smile in hopes of him returning it. he doesn’t, “it’s not like we won’t come back here, or won’t make plans to visit.” 

he swallows hard and nods, taking the first step forward to continue the trek to the train station. 

the tension remains as you board the train, as you sit in one of the unfilled chairs with megumi looming in front of you, holding onto the railing to keep himself steady standing and almost protectively in front of you with the bustling of people getting on and off. 

and it builds until he stops at your door, offering your bag to you and pausing when your fingers brush against his own. 

his hand twitches at the contact, and you open your mouth to say your thanks for walking with you even though his own home is in the opposite direction, a completely different train ride away, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you down from the stoop you’re standing on, pressing his lips to your own gently. 

your eyes widen a moment, before they flutter closed, letting your bag fall between the two of you to cup his cheeks. 

it’s sweet, soft, and leaves you chasing after him when he pulls away, but he puts his hands on your hips to keep you in place. you brush your thumbs across the tops of his cheeks, head tilting at what this could possibly imply. did he really like you? like how itadori said? 

“everything’ll work out.” he says as he leans down to grab your bag, pressing the strap into your now open palm. he gives another quick kiss, one you don’t have a chance to return, before he walks towards the station without looking back. 

⠀ ༝ ༝ 

it’d been almost four days of nobara not returning your calls or texts. she needed space, maybe, sure, time to process other emotions and fully take in the decision to move so far away, but not showing to the lunch date the two of you had been so excited planning? that stung. 

you give her the benefit of doubt, still, after waiting two hours at the diner and getting looks of pity from the waitress who you think suspects you’ve been stood up on a date. you pay your bill (though you’re given a discount, a small sorry it didn’t work out written on the receipt with a frown), and take the train to nobara’s apartment. maybe she’s just been feeling sick. 

you knock on the door, wait all of five minutes, and stomp your foot childishly when there’s no answer. a call to her phone, and you can hear it ring somewhere close to the door. obviously she’s been up and moving, if it’s just been left in the kitchen or maybe the dining room? but it rings out and you frown at the thought of her ignoring you. had you done something wrong? another knock before you try the handle and — 

to your surprise, it opens. 

weird. sure, her neighborhood is safer compared to most, but she’s living alone; you’d have to warn her about locking the door. 

you push the door open and peek inside, greeted immediately with the confirmation of her phone sitting on the kitchen counter, along with what you can assume is last night's dinner still on the stove and the dirty dishes that came with making it. 

again, weird, because if spending a month plus with nobara taught you anything, it’s that she’s a neat-freak who flipped out when you accidentally left your dirty clothes on the floor of the cabin. 

“nobara?” you call out. there’s a pit forming in your stomach, incoming dread looming around you that doesn't go away with each step you take into the apartment, with each call unanswered. 

the tv’s still on in her bedroom. you can hear it playing the theme of a show she was telling you about – insisting you needed to watch it, but you could barely make it past the first episode. 

“nobara.” you call out again, tiptoeing down the hall until you stop at her door, barely open. it’s dark in her room, the light from the hall spilling in from the crack. still, no response. 

you knock on the door as if that’d create a reason for conversation, “are you mad at me or something?” 

the impact of your fist pushes the door open further and you sigh, closing your eyes before ultimately deciding to force it open the rest of the way. 

there’s a lump of blankets on the bed that leaves you blinking back tears at the familiarity of the situation. but you’re not in the woods, you’re not fighting off bile rising in your throat, it’s fine. you reach for the light, flicking the switch one. 

“nobara? you feelin’ okay?” 

a hesitant step closes the distance between you and her. still nothing. 

“this isn’t funny . . “ you mumble, pulling off the covers and stumbling backwards at the sight. 

puke pools around her on the mattress, and she’s so fucking pale under the yellow light overhead.  a bottle of pills lies scattered on its side, a handful spilling out, and you can only guess where the rest are. 

you gag, slapping a hand over your mouth, forcing whatever wants to come out back down to turn on your heel and bolt out of the room to call the cops or the paramedics or the fucking firefighters, if they think there’d be a chance of reviving her. 

they can’t. the cops told you as much when they arrived on scene before they took her away in a bodybag, and you’re practically inconsolable when you reach the police station. 

a suicide, they’d ruled it from the pills and the note left on her computer. 

something about not being able to bear the idea of living without her friend, the stress of the world being too much . . you weren’t paying attention to the details when they’d read it aloud to you and you don’t think you could stomach reading it on your own. 

you text megumi through tears what happened after an officer drives you home, and he’s at your house holding you while you sob in less than twenty minutes (which is amazing in itself when the trains usually take 30 minutes to run on a good day). 

he orders take out that you can’t find the idea of eating appealing, but he ends up putting the leftovers (the entire order, really) in the fridge. when he sits back on the couch, he pulls you into his side with a kiss to your hair and a frown. 

“don’t have to worry ‘bout her,” he mumbles, “‘m sure she went peacefully . .  the drugs probably numbed her.” 

you close your eyes as he speaks with a sniffle. he’s probably right, you think, the cops mentioned something similar as a way to maybe make you feel better about the whole situation. it didn’t . . but how would megumi know about the drugs? 

you sit up slightly, pushing yourself out from under his arm with furrowed brows, and his own raise in question at your sudden movement. 

“what’s wrong?” 

you only eye him, flitting over his features, to the hand that was wrapped around your shoulder and now dropped to your thighs limply. he tilts his head. you didn’t say a peep about the details –  even recounting it with the cops threw you down a spiral, so how the hell would he know something like that? 

as if he read your mind, the hand at your thigh moves to cup your cheek. it’s affectionate, despite the way you flinch back, how his brows drop back to his neutral expression. unreadable. 

“said too much, didn’t i?” 

he leans forward in the same space that has you leaning away, until you’re backed into the cushions of the couch with nowhere else to go. the hand on your cheek moves to squish the pair of them together until your lips form a pout, his body hovering over your own. 

“‘gumi?” the nickname slips out, and he laughs when your own fingers wrap around his wrist to try and pry him off. 

“too smart,” he chastises, “should’ve remembered to be more careful.” 

“megumi.” you try again, a sob breaking free from your chest, “you’re scaring me.” 

“don’t worry,” he shushes with a squeeze to your cheeks, reaching into his pocket when you offer no resistance, “everything’ll work out.” 

something sharp stabs into your arm. you cry out at the feeling, trying to wiggle your way out from under him, but his weight holds you down and fuck your head is feeling really heavy now. he puts whatever was in his hand onto the coffee table, and through blurry vision you can barely make out a syringe. 

your vision goes black shortly after. 

[systastic]

Hi!! Can we get 2 level 3 creators choice DSMP (any au/source) alter packs??:3 tysm!!

oouhh… dsmp is not smth we know 3: but ill try nya!!! -🍥

thought it would be funny to make all of their alt names start with the same letter. if ya want them to be different lmk and I’ll find others :] -🌳

name :: fundy, foxy, felix, finn, flynn, fallon, forest, finley, fyxe (pronounced fix)

age :: 21

pronouns :: he/him, fy/fyn, fox/foxs

roles :: system hacker, overclocker, optijective, contrarian advisor, semi-architect, minecraftxenorole

species :: human/fox shifter

gender identity :: kitfoxthing, codegender, sunstelasyne, mangojellyic

orientation :: gay

source :: brainmade / MYCT

aesthetic :: constructivism, memphis design, minivan rock

appearance description :: being both half human and half fox has given Felix the ability to transform from a full fox form to a half-human and half-fox form. fyn hair in human form is a comforting shade of orange with furry black ears sticking up from the fluff. an orange tail with a black tip sprouts from just above his behind and is rather sensitive to the touch. a strange ombré pattern trickles down from his fingers and toes, disappearing as it reaches halfway up his forearms and calves. flynn makes a habit out of wearing long pants with a billion pockets on the legs and a hoodie with deep pockets to stash all of the things he pilfers from others. they’ll get them all back later… probably… if foxy remembers to give them back or gets caught red-handed. when he isn’t being a little shit, fyxe can be found gaming the day away at his computer desk, often to the point of forgetting to eat or drink.

personality description :: an absolute menace of a man who commits so many crimes on a daily basis. whether it be snatching up stuff that isn’t his, coding the headspace to have some sneaky traps implanted, or convincing someone into something through reverse psychology, fundy is always getting up to no good. granted, his version of “no good” revolves around snatching up objects, building or coding things into the headspace that would mildly inconvenience someone, or annoying someone else. still, it can get frustrating. he is a gamer and goes bananas over being given full access to a sandbox game, learning the ins and outs in a matter of hours and starting to mod it as soon as he can. if other alters make stuff in the same game, then fallon will try to help them… though his help isn’t always wanted.

likes :: gaming, coding, making stupid shit, playing with his friends, pulling pranks on people, foxes, creating things, working with others on projects, playing minecraft, committing crimes (not real ones, only lighthearted stuff), snatching things that look cool, YouTube video binging, and pilfering some late night snacks to soothe his hunger

dislikes :: his coding not working, getting caught in his own traps, being called out for the stuff that he does (people just can’t have fun nowadays, can they?), having to work on school stuff (boring!), getting frontstuck, being on his own for too long with nothing to do, and being bored. he hates being bored.

front triggers :: minecraft, coding work/lessons, the idea of making some mischief, pranks and practical jokes

signoff :: 🦊, 💻, 📝, or 🔏

Image source here

name :: callahan, callum, chandler, caelan, caelus, cian, cillian, conor

age :: 19 to 22

pronouns :: he/him, they/them, si/syr, dear/dears (dearself)

roles :: escutcheon, naturalist, pacific, advisor, minecraftxenorole

species :: deer-human hybrid

gender identity :: deerthing, etincechampic, faefolkspinnic

orientation :: achillean

source :: brainmade / MYCT

aesthetic :: mossy, goblincore, cabincore,

appearance description :: cillian is a shorter guy with curly brown hair, tanned skin, and deep brown eyes. he often wears a cloak over his shoulders to accompany his outfit. why they do this isn’t super clear — but what is clear is that they love their cloak and can often be spotted running around to make the wind blow it back. conor isn’t a huge fan of layers; this usually makes him go shirtless when wearing his cloak, or wear a very light tank top underneath. dear rarely wears shoes when outside as dear likes to feel the dirt and grass under dears feet as dear goes. some folks see this as callum being “dirty” or “gross”, but cal doesn’t care. he knows headspace isn’t as real as the outer world is. so what if he doesn’t wear shoes? it won’t hurt them any. cian sometimes has a muffler he pulls up over his mouth to give himself a barrier between his lips and the world. it feels… safe, somehow.

personality description :: callahan is a very sweet if not somewhat shy person. they’re known for their silly streak and ability to joke around even when they aren’t in the mood to speak. cal’s ability to mime is second to none, and god knows they can use their hands to accentuate things. unlike fundy, caelus doesn’t get any humor out of watching other people suffer. he prefers to help instead of hurt; it makes him feel better about his position and role. despite his preference for silence, cian does like to interact with others. this can come through gestures and actions or simply projecting his thoughts to other headmates without saying a single word. in his mind, this makes communication easier than talking does, what with word choice and tone and all of that. chandler is a bit of a loner, but he still likes to hang out with his friends for special or otherwise important events.

likes :: solidarity, sitting on the ground in the middle of a clearing, fresh dew on blades of grass, observing the world, reindeer, regular deer, in-game wildlife, the small details that really build up a video game, good graphics and smooth frame-rate, sandbox games, being able to play with others, and not having to use his voice to talk during a video game.

dislikes :: big crowds, loud concerts, being annoyed by fundy too often, griefers, people who make games no fun for anyone, rule breakers (ie spawnkills, save-scumming pvp fights, server bounty hunters, hackers, etc), unfair rules, being pushed out of a group in favor of someone else they don’t know, getting replaced, and having to wear shoes when outside for any length of time (it feels so wrong).

front triggers :: being on their own in otherwise busy places, an inability or unwillingness to speak, people-watching, world simulators

signoff :: 🦌, 🌎, or 🗺️

image source here

[sophia-sol]

I was chatting about the Temeraire books with some folks and promised to provide some fic recs, of gen about dragons and aviators, and of shipfic about Laurence/Tharkay. So here we go! I wanted to get this out with relative promptness so I didn't take the time to write out exactly what I particularly love about each of these fics, as that requires both a reread and a percolation of thoughts for every fic on the list, so please take it on assumption that each of these fics is excellent and thoroughly worth reading.

GEN ABOUT DRAGONS AND AVIATORS

Natural Wonders, by the_glow_worm

5k words. AU where Laurence is a naturalist instead of a Navy man, and meets a feral Temeraire.

unfinished poem by prince zhi, by WerewolvesAreReal

1k words. Lung Tien Chuan and Prince Mianning.

Mutiny on the Reliant, by WerewolvesAreReal

16k words. AU where after Temeraire hatches, he and Laurence are rejected from the Reliant, and accidentally become leaders of a pirate fleet.

Captain, by StrangerWithMyFace

2k words. Perscitia and her captain.

All Great Things are Simple, by lorata

4k words. Volly POV about the day he got to be heroic.

A Room With a View, by hollimichelle

5k words. Perscitia finding her way in British society and figuring out how to be political in the way she wants to.

SHIPFIC ABOUT LAURENCE/THARKAY

What Was Written, by the_glow_worm

6k words. Laurence and Tharkay reading old letters aloud to each other.

the days when it shines, by rolameny

5k words. Post-war as they discover what it can mean to have their time and attention be their own to use as they like.

all flowers in time, by lastwingedthing

7k words. Tharkay wants to make sure Laurence and Temeraire feel fully at home on his estate.

The Reward of Service, by yunitsa

4k words. Domestic fluff on Tharkay's estate.

the heart of perfect wisdom, by malfaisant

11k words. After everything is over, Tharkay leaves to wander the world on his own for five more years, and Laurence doesn't know why he left.

To Timbuktu (And Back Again), by novembersmith

5k words. The dragons attempt to court Tharkay on Laurence's behalf.

The Constraint of Conscience, by ellen_fremedon

6k words. Laurence wrestling with what it means to be responsible for his decisions and actions, in the wake of his treason.

tinker tailor soldier spy, by meretricula

2k words. Early-days about Tharkay's changing perspective on Laurence.

[pers-books]

Top 10s Meme

I was tagged by @thisbluespirit - thanks for the tag (I think! 😜)

Rules: List your “top 10” (or up to 10 if you haven’t written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what’s most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!

My top 10 fics by kudos:

Letters to a Naturalist (Holby City) (30,350 words) Kudos: 203

Jason Haynes: Matchmaker (Holby City) (17,560 words) Kudos: 186

The Red String of Fate (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)) (51,896 words) Kudos: 183

One Life Stand (Holby City) (33,815 words) Kudos: 161

The Hacktivist, The Agent, and the Clairvoyant (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Thor (Movies)) (35,849 words) Kudos: 155 

The Locum (Holby City) (9,202 words) Kudos: 148 

Bean and Gone (Holby City) (11,880 words) Kudos: 147 

It's not a date - it's just dinner at a fancy restaurant (Holby City) (9,100 words) Kudos: 138 

Action and Reaction (Star Trek: Discovery) (1,783 words) Kudos: 135 

Berenice Wolfe's Romantic Heart (Holby City) (6,000 words) Kudos: 13

I guess my only surprise is that there’s only one Disco (Star Trek: Discovery) fic in there, but it’s rather nice that apart from #3 and #5, they’re all Sapphic fics! Actually, I’m slightly surprised there are no James Bond (Craig)/M (Dench) fics in my Top 10 - in fact, I’ve just checked and I’d have to list my Top **40** before I hit a Bond fic - and then it doesn’t even have 100 Kudos! (Mind, I’m not complaining that my Holby fics are vastly more popular!)

I haven’t really considered which are my Top 10 fics - I like things when I’m writing them, then I don’t tend to give them much thought because I’ve already moved on to writing something else!!

But, that said (and in no particular order because Dammit, Janet, I am not gonna try to rank my own fics!):

Letters to a Naturalist (30,350 words) (Holby City) - this one is ALWAYS gonna be a fave because it was a fic I wrote over several months, sending copies of physical letters used in the fic to a member of the Berena fandom and at the time I got a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction out of doing it that way.

Snapshots: Four New Beginnings (12,960 words) (Holby City) - I had great fun giving Bernie different careers in the Arts and finding ways for her and Serena to meet.

The Name's Wolfe, Berenice Wolfe: 007, Licensed to Thrill (3,200 words) (Holby City) - and on the topic of AUs, Bernie Wolfe as a 007 Agent was just a fun way to combine an old fandom (Bond) with a new one.

The Long Road to Happiness (8,140 words) (Holby City) - oh look ANOTHER AU! Quelle surprise! 😜 This time Bernie and Serena were child actors together and Bernie fell in love, but Serena gave up acting, got married, had a child, and Bernie continued to carry a torch...

McKinnie and Wolfe: Monster Hunters (6,000 words) (Holby City) - written for a Holby Monster Mash and inspired by a collection of short stories by a favourite author, I just had great fun with this one.

Lascia Ch'io Pianga (Let Me Lament My Cruel Fate) (750 words) (James Bond) - the first time I’ve ever written a fic with an ambiguous ending. Funny thing is, some readers asked me to write a second chapter or sequel fic and I did try, but I just couldn’t make it work.

Sing In Me, Muse (1,362 words) (Star Trek: Discovery) - this was an AU fix-it for S1 of Disco and I love its simplicity and tenderness.

Beyond the Battle at the Binary Stars I (768 words) & Beyond the Battle at the Binary Stars II (1,379 words) (Star Trek: Discovery) - another AU fix-it for S1 of Disco in 2 parts that I found deeply satisfying to write.

Joy Is Not Made To Be A Crumb (8,500 words) (Doctor Who 2005) - a rarepair ship (Kate Stewart and Martha Jones) that I’ve always known will never attain any kind of popularity, but I don’t care - I just love writing them!

The Winter Queen, The Summer King, and the Spring Knight (9,536 words) (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) - this only has 30 Kudos, but I like it because it takes the mythology of AoS and combines it with fairytale and I think I did that rather neatly.

Who to tag? Well: @slightlyintimidating @doctorjameswatson @lapalfruity @daisydoctor13 @ceridwyn2 @riversofmars @meluisart @onaperduamedee @backjustforberena @hokuspokusthings - with the usual caveat that you don’t have to participate if you’re not feeling it.

[entomoblog]

Insectes : avec le réchauffement climatique, les pollinisateurs ont le bourdon - Le Parisien

See on Scoop.it - Les Colocs du jardin

« Ça bourdonne ! » Caroline Picque tire à elle une grappe de fleurs jaunes, celles d’un érable de Naples, qui abrite quelques bourdons gloutons justement. Au milieu des 20 000 arbres venus des cinq continents, cette naturaliste de l’arboretum de Versailles-Chèvreloup (Yvelines) couve du regard les petites bêtes. Les quelques degrés perdus depuis la veille ont rendu les insectes plus rares mais la jeune femme, bonnet enfoncé sur la tête, reconnaît le vrombissement : « Les pollinisateurs sont essentiels à la vie. On les oublie trop souvent, à part peut-être les abeilles. »

  Par Emilie Torgemen 

Le 29 mars 2023 à 10h50

  "Or il n’y a pas que les ruches et les Apis mellifera, les butineuses domestiques. D’ailleurs, ces travailleuses du miel, à la langue trop courte, ne peuvent pas féconder les fleurs à corolles profondes. Alors, leurs cousines sauvages assurent la reproduction des tilleuls quand les coléoptères s’occupent des sorbiers, les papillons comme les citrons jaune vif que l’on voit déjà s’affairent autour des fleurs des prairies… Or tout ce petit peuple, déjà bien éprouvé par les pesticides et l’artificialisation des terres, commence à sentir les effets du réchauffement.

  [...]

  Une armée de 30 000 contre une mère célibataire

Justement, l’installation de ruches, très en vogue, en haut des immeubles de bureau et d’habitation, finit par poser une drôle de concurrence. « Les abeilles domestiques sont 40 000, hyper bien organisées. Elles se passent le mot pour localiser les meilleurs garde-mangers. Quand les sauvages, elles, sont des mères célibataires qui doivent nourrir leur couvain. Le combat est déséquilibré », compare Benoît Geslin, coauteur d’une importante étude sur le sujet en 2019.

  Pour autant, « les ruches qui bénéficient d’un vrai capital sympathie ont permis une importante prise de conscience. Sans les professionnels du miel, jamais les pires pesticides comme le gaucho n’auraient été interdits. »

  Pour enrayer le déclin de tous les pollinisateurs, à l’arboretum, on conseille « le jardinage flemmard ». À savoir : ne pas arracher le lierre, dernière réserve de nourriture à la fin de l’été, et laisser un peu d’orties, parfaites pour les papillons paons de jour. « Planter local, car fleurs et insectes s’accorderont mieux », plaide Caroline Picque."

  [Image] À l’arboretum de Versailles-Chèvreloup (Yvelines), un bourdon butine les fleurs d'un érable de Naples. LP/Philippe Lavieille

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NDÉ

L'étude

  Wild pollinator activity negatively related to honey bee colony densities in urban context - Ropars | PLOS ONE, 12.09.2019 https://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0222316

  (Lise Ropars, Isabelle Dajoz, Colin Fontaine, Audrey Muratet, Benoît Geslin)

  Précédemment :

  Ropars L. Fontaine C. Dajoz I., & B. Geslin. Hives densities threaten the sustainability of plant pollinator interactions in an urban context. Plos One. Submitted

  Senapathi D, Fründ J. […], Geslin B., […] & A.M. Klein. Wild insect diversity increases inter-annual stability in global crop pollinator communities. Ecology Letters. Submitted

  Bernadette Cassel's insight:

  (Re)lire aussi

  Dans la ville de Paris, les taux de fréquentation des pollinisateurs sauvages sont corrélés négativement aux densités de colonies d’abeilles mellifères présentes dans les environs - De www.biorxiv.org - 15 juin 2019, 12:19

  L'abeille devient-elle un "faire valoir" au service de la biodiversité ? - De www.lagazettedescommunes.com - 22 novembre 2017

  Abeilles en danger : n’oublions pas de protéger les espèces sauvages - From theconversation.com - 17 February 2017, 16:13

[leorizanzel]

Fic Masterpost

After 87 years, I decided to finally do an actual masterpost of my works. Who would've thought!

(All works are Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker unless otherwise noted.)

Completed Works:

No Glory in the West (Rated T): Western AU, Warnings for Graphic Violence

Summary: Texas, 1870 - Din Djarin, a bounty hunter with a mysterious past and the quickest draw this side of the Mississippi, finds a new gig escorting a strange young man to his destination.

Side Story for No Glory in the West: Drive Me, Crazy (Rated E)

Fan art for No Glory in the West:

Luke Skywalker as a U.S. Cavalry officer and the New Edition by @sadiebwrites

No Glory in the West as a manga by @lulollymint

An Endeavor in Civility (Rated G): Canon Divergence AU, No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a Mandalorian ruler in good standing must be in want of a (Jedi) spouse.”

A very silly short story based on that scene in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, because I can and I wanted to do it so I did.

Mornings of Gold, Valentine Evenings (Rated T): Modern AU, No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Din immediately looked up to find Luke Skywalker and his beautiful, stunning, gorgeous blue eyes, and beautiful, stunning, gorgeous smile, standing next to their table. Din's heart skittered in his chest—from his horrifically powerful crush or from the caffeine, he wasn’t sure—and he gaped at Luke, unable to reboot his brain and come up with any kind of intelligent response.

Din wondered if he slipped the waitress enough money that she’d just kill him there on the spot.

Figure skating champion Luke Skywalker meets Team USA Hockey Captain Din Djarin at the Winter Olympics, and it all goes downhill from there in the best way possible.

OR

He was a figure skater, he was a hockey player - can I make it any more obvious?

Bright is the Moon, High in Starlight (Rated T): Regency-era AU, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary: The Moors of Northern England, 1803: Luke Skywalker, renowned naturalist, receives an urgent letter requesting his assistance in a small village in northern England. When Luke arrives, he discovers a handsome earl and a mystery surrounding his manor that Luke must solve before it's too late.

A Regency-Era fantasy romance with tea, cravats, and monsters.

East of the Sun, West of the Moon (Rated G): Alternate Universe/Canon Divergence AU, No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Jedi Master Luke Skywalker returns from a dangerous quest in order to seek the hand of the Mand'alor, Din Djarin.

A response to the prompt "Wedding Dates/Mandalorian Courting Customs" for DinLuke Positivity Week

Works in Progress:

The Once and Future King (Rated T): Canon Divergence AU, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary: “Din Djarin, the Once and Future King,” Luke declared, his voice somehow ringing through Din’s head rather than through his ears. It sounded as though another voice spoke over Luke’s own. This man was Luke Skywalker, and yet, was not. “You wield the Darksaber, won in honorable combat, as Kings of Mandalore before you. The Force commands you to seek the Child and save it from its doom, and in doing so, will save the galaxy and reunite your people under your banner. Do you accept your quest?”

The Force delivers a dire prophecy to Din Djarin, demanding he take his rightful place as the king of his people. With the help of the last Jedi, he must gather his closest allies and prevent the worst to come.

Burn with Me, Heaven's on Fire (Rated M): Modern AU, No Archive Warnings Apply (Boba/Din/Luke)

Summary: “Don’t worry,” Boba purred, quickly deciding that they’d have to take charge here. “Just let us take care of you, alright?” He raised his hand out for the young man to take, and as soon as Boba had his hand in his grasp, he pulled him up off the couch and into his arms.

Even in the low light, Boba could tell he had a furious blush on his face. He wondered just how far down that blush could go.

It's a love story, with lots of glitter.

[cyraclove]

Higher Pursuits

BOTW Grad School AU

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“...so, if you do decide that you’ll be writing a thesis in lieu of the comprehensive examination, I’ll be the one you’ll need to speak with.”

Zelda scribbled furiously in her notebook as Dr. Kaneli continued to speak, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose every few minutes like clockwork. He’d come to Dr. Teba’s diagnostics lecture that morning to speak about research opportunities, accompanied by several of his current research assistants. 

“No need to decide right this moment, of course,” he said, “but we will be needing your name and thesis topic by the end of your first year if you do select that track.” 

Thesis by end year one, she scrawled onto the paper. 

God, a thesis. She’d dreamt of this moment. 

Had Zelda ever wanted anything more than to write a thesis? What greater pleasure was there than to delve so completely into research that you know every facet of it like you know the letters of your own name? The plethora of potential opportunities was exhilarating, her mind running rampant at the very notion of selecting one. 

A hand suddenly covered hers, causing her pen to scratch to a halt. 

She glanced up to see Link staring at her, an eyebrow cocked in her direction. 

“What?” She whispered, “I’m taking notes.” 

‘Just listen,’ he signed, ‘You don’t have to write down every word he says.’

She felt a smile tug at her lips as she rolled her eyes. “We’ll see who’s coming to who with questions in a few weeks.” 

Link grinned brightly, waving a hand at her in dismissal. 

“My personal field is neurological disorders,” Kaneli explained, recapturing Zelda’s undivided attention, “and if you have any interest in my research, do let me know. I am always in need of hardworking graduate assistants. It’s not easy work, mind you, but we do have fun.” 

The professor then paused to smile at a young man seated amongst the other second year students In the front row. 

“I’m sure you can attest to that, Mr. Medoh,” he teased cheerily. A few of the others around him chuckled lightly. 

From where she and Link were sitting in the lecture hall, it was impossible to see his face. Even when craning her neck a bit, Zelda could only glimpse locks of raven hair that dusted the man’s shoulders, several strands pleated into delicate braids while some was piled atop his head in a haphazard bun. 

Medoh, she wrote hastily in the margins. 

Link tapped the table to get her attention before furrowing his brow and asking, ‘Why?’. 

She shrugged. “Might be good to have second year connections. And quit reading over my shoulder.” 

Link’s face took on a sly expression as he eyed her curiously. With two fingers, he gestured a circle around his face before pointing to the man in the first row. 

“Handsome?” Zelda scoffed, “How can I think that he’s handsome when I can’t even see him? You hush.”

He waggled his brows at her. ‘I’m not talking,’ he signed. 

“You know what I mean,” she said. “You can make that joke all you want and it still won’t be funny.” 

“Ah, does someone there in the back have a question?” 

Zelda’s face prickled hot as nearly everyone in the room swiveled around to look at her. She froze, damning her immoveable tongue for not immediately coming to her rescue with a response. She barely heard Link sniggering beside her as she stared blankly at Dr. Kaneli, an expectant look on his face. 

Her gaze was drawn downward to a pair of green eyes staring up from beneath thick, dark lashes. 

The young man that Kaneli had called Mr. Medoh was now looking directly at her, incredulity marring his brow. His sharp, almost bird-like features gave him a stern appearance, the strong cut of his jaw curtained by wisps of hair. The striking emerald of his irises was offset by the deep, rich tone of his bronzed skin. 

Oh. He was handsome. 

Someone cleared their throat.

“Ms. Farore,” Dr. Teba prompted from his seat in the corner, “did you have a question or didn’t you?” 

“Oh, no. Uh, sir. No, sir,” she stammered, “I didn’t...um, no. Sorry.” 

Teba pursed his lips and hummed his disapproval, but said nothing more. He instead encouraged Kaneli to continue, apologizing for the interruption. Zelda’s pulse thundered in her ears as she caught a hint of a smirk on the dark-haired man’s face just before he turned back around. 

She wanted to die. 

And, maybe, smack Link. 

The remainder of the lecture went quickly, though Zelda registered only a quarter of anything that was said. She still felt hot with humiliation, her embarrassment taking the uncomfortable form of sweat; she could think only of how badly she wished she had a stick of deodorant and a new blouse. 

When Kaneli and Teba finally concluded and announced dismissal, Zelda slumped down into her chair and covered her face with her hands. She sat amidst the shuffling of papers and zipping of book bags, letting the rest of the class file out until she and Link were the only two left in the large hall. 

When she finally peeked through her fingers at Link, she saw him looking just as remorseful as he could, signing ‘sorry’ on his chest. 

Zelda sighed. “Oh, don’t look at me that way. I’ve already forgiven you, you know that.” 

He beamed at her, and she suddenly remembered why it was impossible to ever be cross with him in any capacity. He stacked his fists then, twisting one atop the other as he raised his brows in question. 

“Yeah, coffee sounds good. You’re buying.” 

_ 

The Café Bar was bustling with students just being released from class, flocking in from outside to escape the chilly October air and scrambling for a place in line. Others stood idly by and scouted for empty tables, often to no avail. Though there were several places to go for coffee on campus, the little, locally-owned coffee shop that sat just near the university was by far the most popular. 

The gentle hiss of milk being steamed and the pleasant gurgle of fresh coffee brewing could just be heard above the sound of light jazz mingling with idle chatter. Cups and saucers clinked as they were cleared from tables. Zelda inhaled deeply, the comforting scent of espresso a welcome respite. 

“I have a vanilla latte with extra whip on the bar!” 

She nudged Link with her elbow to get his attention. They had managed to procure their favorite spot; a small circular table over by the large bay window that sidled right up to the window seat. He looked up from his phone. 

“That’s you,” she said. He nodded and stood with a smile, lightly touching her shoulder and giving it an affectionate squeeze as he slipped behind her. Zelda smiled to herself before returning to the article that she’d been perusing, a clinical research study on the affects of naturalistic treatment protocols on aphasic patients. She’d not even read five words when she heard her name being softly called from across the café. 

“Zelda, over here.” 

A petite, red-headed young woman came striding towards her, her arms piled with books. Zelda hopped up from her chair to lighten her load, carefully taking a few of the books off of the top. 

“Oh, Mipha, let me help you. Where’s your--wait, here, set them on the table.” 

She thanked her profusely as she plunked the remaining books on the tiny table, making it wobble sadly on its narrow legs. She slid onto the window seat, shrugging her blue sweater from her shoulders. Her cheeks were a pretty, wind-bitten pink as she smiled warmly, releasing a sigh of relief. 

“I thought you’d already gone home,” Zelda said, “And what are all of these for?” 

 “Oh, these are my textbooks for this semester. I’ve just been to the bookstore to pick them up,” she explained. She screwed up her face. “They didn’t have the one I need for my biochem class, though. I preordered that one, too.” 

“You need all of these?” Zelda asked, brows raised in awe as she mentally tallied the books. 

Mipha nodded resignedly. “Yes, all of them. That’s what I get for deciding to get my master’s in marine biology, I suppose. I’m on my way to the apartment, but I thought I’d stop and grab a latte or so—” she paused, copper eyes shifting their attention from Zelda’s face to just behind her. “Oh, Link, hello.” 

Link nodded cheerfully at Mipha with a mug in one hand and a plate holding the largest muffin that Zelda had ever seen in the other. She kicked out his chair for him with her foot and he sat, gingerly placing his coffee on the table. He signed ‘thank you’ with his free hand, the other still absentmindedly clutching the plate as his eyes swept the café. Mipha and Zelda gave one another a quick, knowing look.  

“Sidon’s still at the rec with Bazz,” Mipha mentioned, a smile in her voice, “He told me to tell you ‘hi’, though.” 

Zelda watched Link’s jaw visibly clench as he sucked in a breath through his nose. 

‘He did?’ 

Mipha nodded. 

Link bit the inside of his cheek, and then quickly shrugged and focused his attention on making a dent in the mountain of whipped cream on his coffee. 

‘That’s cool,’ he told her, ‘Tell him hey, I guess.’

The redhead turned to Zelda for a translation; she was with the two of them so frequently now that she’d been able to pick up quite a bit of ASL, but still needed occasional help. Zelda found that Link was particularly difficult to understand when the subject of conversation was Sidon, simply because his hands moved twice their normal speed. 

“He said to tell Sidon that he’s the most handsome man he’s ever seen and that he’d love to go on a date sometime,” Zelda answered casually, unlocking her phone to open up her article again. 

Link nearly choked on a piece of muffin. 

“I have an americano with cream on the bar!” 

“Be right back,” Zelda chimed as she got up to get her drink, looking back briefly to see Link signing ‘wrong’ on his chin repeatedly. She chuckled inwardly and turned back around, only to collide with an oddly familiar looking green cardigan. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, backing up, “That’s my fault. I wasn’t even paying attention.” 

“Evidently not.” 

Zelda’s eyes flicked up at the foreign voice, her heart leaping into her throat as she realized with whom she was speaking.

Oh, shit. 

Handsome braids guy. 

“Uh, hi. Again,” she muttered, hopelessly lost for anything else to say. 

He gave her a queer look. “Again?” 

“Um. I mean, yeah. You were just in Dr. Teba’s lecture? You came with Dr. Kaneli. For the, uh, research. Thing.” 

The corner of the young man’s mouth quirked up ever so slightly as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “Right. You didn’t have a question.”

Zelda felt her cheeks burn at the very mention of the incident, her chest tightening at the memory. The man raised a brow at her, an irritatingly amused expression on his face. She felt her eye twitch. 

“Yes, well. If you’ll excuse me. Sorry, ag--” 

A barista interrupted.

“Americano with cream to-go!” 

Green cardigan stepped up to the bar to accept the coffee, thanking the woman who’d handed it off with an actual smile. Zelda watched him, dumbfounded, as he hoisted his messenger bag up onto his shoulder and glanced in her direction for a fraction of a second before heading for the door. 

“Wait!” 

The words had flown out of her mouth before she’d even had time to register them. Perfectly annoyed, he stopped to turn and face her, his eyes on her in silent query. 

“About Dr. Kaneli’s research lab,” she began, “are there still spots open for new assistants right now?” 

His demeanor changed at the question and he adopted a defensive, almost territorial stance. He studied her closely, eyeing her with an uncomfortable thoroughness; as though he were sizing up a rival. 

“Yes,” he drawled, “Why?” 

“I’d like to apply,” she responded, maybe too quickly. 

He sucked his teeth. “Interesting. Well, come by the office at the clinic if you want an application. They’re due in a week.”

Zelda grinned, nodding excitedly. “Oh, that’s excellent. I’ll definitely be by, then. Thank you, um...” she paused, chewing her lip, “Sorry. What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.”

Making for the door once again, he left Zelda with her mouth partly open, staring after him in quiet disbeleif. His fingers brushing the handle, he hesitated, looking back over his shoulder. 

“It’s Revali,” he said, and was gone. 

Zelda stood in place for a while until he was completely out of sight, her mind fumbling with the entire interaction. Her stomach had twisted itself into a squirmy knot, a feeling with which she was unfamiliar. She felt like she’d somehow been both insulted and praised at the same time. 

Revali, she thought to herself.

What a dick. 

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I hope you enjoyed this completely self-indulgent drabble of a Grad School AU that I’m considering. The more I think about this ship the more I like it. Thanks for reading! @botwrareships

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Another World - TDC Holidays - Day 13

Um, can I just say that I’m sorry. And I changed some stuff based on the AU bc it was necessary.

TRIGGER WARNING: POISONING, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, DEATH OF A PET

DAY 13

AU: NATURALIST!ARSINOE / POISONER!KATHARINE

POV: UNDEFINED

The invitation for Arsinoe to attend a duel arrived on a sunny morning that had the Wolf Spring bunch start thinking that it would be a good day. The letter was simple, straight-forward:

To Her Highness Queen Arsinoe,

Queen Katharine requests your presence at Indrid Down arena on the first day of autumn for the sake of ending this Quickening year efficiently and with the correct queen on the throne.  

Formally,

The Black Council

Arsinoe had scoffed at the letter and passed it to Ellis on the left at the breakfast table before reaching down and feeding a piece of toast to her Rottweiler Braddock, who snapped it up happily.

“Can I ask why you seem completely nonplussed at the idea that your sister wants to kill you?” Ellis asks quietly as he passes the note to Cait, who passes it to Jules, who looks like she’s about to start crying.

“I’ve known she wanted to kill me for ages, this is just a new level of unhinged. So what?” Arsinoe said, resting a hand on her shepherd’s head. Jules looked like she might have wanted to argue but Arsinoe stood up and stretched. “Alright, let’s go inform the guys, I’m sure they would love to hear all about my deranged sister,” Braddock lept up and began to walk by her side towards the door and Jules followed with Camden on their heels.

“Isn’t Billy away seeing said deranged sister?”

“No, he got back last night,” Arsinoe answers as they leave the house. Jules smirked and knocked shoulders with Arsinoe.

“And how do you know that?” Jules asks teasingly and watches as Arsinoe’s ears turn red.

“No reason.”

“Oh shut up, you could not have been any clumsier climbing back in through the window last night,” Jules laughs and Arsinoe shoves her.

“Shut up.”

They walk in loose conversation after that until they finally are walking up the path to the Sandrin house. Jules knocks and Joseph opens the door with a smile. He slides on his boots as Billy appears at his shoulder.

“Hey,” Jules lets Joseph hug her and both pretend they don’t see Billy press a kiss to Arsinoe’s lips. It was a new development and they wouldn’t embarrass their friends (too much that is).

“So,” Arsinoe begins, “do you want to hear about my deranged sister’s latest bullshit?”

~

The arena was packed with people on the day of the duel. It was enough to send Arsinoe’s stomach turning, just slightly and she was loath to let go of Jules or Billy’s hands. They were waiting underneath in a small room where Arsinoe strapped two knives to her thighs and covered her gauntlets with a harsh swath of thorns.

“Are you okay?” Billy asks softly, running a finger down her cheek. Arsinoe leans in and presses their forehead together before taking a deep breath.

“Other than the fact that I’m about to either commit murder or die, yeah I’m alright,” she kisses his cheek.

“You won’t die. You’ll be Queen Crowned by the afternoon,” he says softly.

“We’ll see.”

~

Queen Katharine was standing tall in the arena when Arsinoe entered to the sound of cheers. They curtsied to each other as is custom and waited for the other to make a move, circling the arena on quick feet. Arsinoe tried to look confident, but she wasn’t really comfortable with the idea of killing anyone, if she was being honest. And yes, she is well aware that a battle Royale is not the time or place for a debate of morality, but here she is.

Katharine lunges first, a knife appearing from inside her sleeve. Arsinoe dodges and punches her in the side, wincing at the bloody punctures she left with her thorned gauntlet. Braddock leaps and latches his teeth into her shoulder, using the grip to pull her to the ground. There’s a loud crack, like a bone shattering as she yelps in pain and Arsinoe has to step back and breathe. She really doesn’t want to kill but she doesn’t want to die either.

She gives Katharine a moment to stand back up and ignores the blood trailing down her younger sisters side or the limp way her right arm hangs. Katharine spits some blood out and scowls.

“You bitch,” she growls out.

“Pot, Kettle, sister,” Arsinoe returns and Katharine growls again and lunges again, but instead of her knife finding home in Arsinoe, she lodges it firmly in Braddock’s neck before ripping it out and letting the blood spray everywhere. Arsinoe screams and moves towards her dying familiar and at that exact moment, every flower in Indrid Down dies. Arsinoe didn’t even registering the fresh knife Katharine grabs before it’s buried in her side and ripped out again.

She feels something in her legs and then nothing and then she’s hitting the ground, her head bouncing off the dirt. Katharine leans down and drives her shoe into the stab wound.

“Enjoy the slow paralysis and death, darling sister. And… say hello to Mirabella for me, will you?” She says mockingly and then walks away, the crowded arena following her and leaving the fallen queen behind.

She lays there alone until her hips and stomach go numb and that is when Jules, Joseph and Billy rush into the arena.

“Oh, Arsinoe,” Jules says, sounding like she might cry. She sits on the arena floor and manages to move Arsinoe into her lap and arms and tries to ignore the groan of pain her best friend lets past her lips. “You’re okay, you’re gonna be fine, I promise,” she says, brushing Arsinoe’s overgrown bangs back from her eyes. Arsinoe grabs her hand and holds it.

“I’m gonna die, Jules. It’s… fuck, I don’t want to die,” she says and feels tears fall down her cheeks as she watches her hand come loose from Jules, her hands and forearms numb and immobile. “I really don’t want to die, not like this,” she whispers before involuntarily releasing a loud sob. She looks over Jules’ shoulder to where Joseph and Billy stand, both looking heartbroken and then buries her head in Jules neck and cries softly as her upper arms and shoulders go. “Can I look at the sky, please?” She asks finally and Jules moves her so she can comfortably see up towards the clear blue autumn sky.

“I want you guys to know that I love you all and please…” she takes a moment to breathe shakily, “… don’t miss me too much, just live your lives best as you can,” she hears Jules sob and watches Billy circle to sit beside them. She can’t feel it, but she knows he’s taken her gauntlet off to hold her hand.

“I love you,” he says, kissing her forehead. She doesn’t tell him that his tears fell there. Her face paralyses next and all she can do is breathe and move her eyes to watch them. Billy strokes her hair and Jules holds her and Joseph moves Braddock over to lie with her.

When Queen Arsinoe of Fennbirn’s chest stops moving and her eyes glass over, she is staring at a blue sky.

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[wasalwaysagreatpickle]

Monday 24 May 1830

5 20/..

11 40/..

Fahrenheit 63 1/2 at 5 3/4 a.m. and fine morning streets almost dry – off at 6 35/.. – brought some books so came in fiacre – a few minutes rue Saint Victor the amphitheatre door just shut – the chemical man let me in – Lecture 3 Desfontaines – hurried to the laiterie – got my milk – breakfasted at home – and at Brogniart’s lecture at 9 – asked monsieur Saint Romain for Tuesday and said I would give him back his geological notes – to have more – 

All as if no note had ever come – 

Brogniarts 17th lecture over at 10 18/.. – then went up [au] 2nde, and got place (kept for me by the servant) at the table at monsieur de Blainvilles 4th lecture from 10 35/.. to 12 – the 1st I have attended – ‘Il traitera cette année des principles de la classificat[io]n, 1˚ des vers (chitopodes et apodes); 2˚ des a mollusques; 3˚ des a rayonnés; et exposera les caracteres des classes, des ordres, des familles, et des genes recurs et dossiles’ – this morning’s lecture on classification – nothing to be done with out anatomy and anatomie comparée – shall attend this course – shall pick up a few general ideas, and, at least, improve in French – monsieur de B- [Blainville] seems clear and a good lecturer, but I should fancy him très bavard in private life – his catch-phrase (which he perpetually repeats) is ‘n’est il pas vrai’ –

Monsieur Nerée Boubée there – spoke to him – regretted we had not been able to make an arrangement – would lend me minerals – would do anything he could – very civil – saw also the aide-naturaliste of monsieur Cardier, Monsieur Reglis? He will let me know when monsieur Cordier’s cours begins – said I should be glad to see him chez moi any evening – 

By the way I must mind not to get too many of these people –

From monsieur de Blainvilles lecture to Geoffroy Saint Hilaire’s – got the servant to admit me early and chose my seat – Monsieur Geoffroy Saint Hilaire came in – said I was really very glad to see him – he mentioned the dispute between him and Cuvier – said I knew all about it – he told me he had a book on the subject just ready for appearing – asked when to get it for said I certainly must have it – oh! said he, we will see about that another time – will he give it me? – his 1st lecture this then from 12 1/2 to 1 25/.. – minerals till it was fair, and home at 1 3/4 – 

At my desk at 1 55/.. and wrote the above of today – spoke to my neighbour at Geoffroy Saint Hilaire’s lecture a physician who has followed all these lectures these 3 years – his face quite familiar to me – he offered me the use of his notes of monsieur de Blainville’s 3 first lectures for which I said I should be much obliged – from 2 40/.. to 4 35/.. (including ¼ hour’s nap in the midst there of) wrote out the remainder of monsieur Saint Romain’s (about 3 of my pp.) notes of Cordier’s lectures – then reading a little de Mirbel’s elements physiologie végétale – rain before and at 5 – off at 5 1/2 met George coming to get me a fiacre – took fiacre Place Maubert – home at 6 20/.. – the cocher stopt twice to drink! 

Dressed – dinner at 7 – read the paper – came to my room at 9 10/.. – settled accounts – Messier sent home my books this afternoon from binding 33 volumes of which 1, quarto – 7 duodecimo – 7, the rest octavo (the quarto and 3 in octavo full bound in calf) 61/. – coffee at 9 40/.. – shewed my aunt my books – explained the botanical and anatomical plates – at 10 per post from the Embassy letter from Lady Stuart and ditto from Miss Hobart (Whitehall) the latter enclosing the bill I have to pay for her – very kind letters each a 1/2 sheet full – Lady Stuart says she has no good opinion of Miss Maclean’s being better – it would be madness to think of attempting the journey here at present – Miss Hobart says Mr Hunter will not let her set off, and she is on the point of taking a lodging – sat talking all this over to my aunt came to my room at 11 Fahrenheit 63˚ at 11 20/.. p.m. yet it feels very hot -

[gclane]

“In 1845, the HMS Erebus under the command of Captain James Sholto departed England on a voyage of discovery to find a Northwest Passage through the perilous arctic waters separating the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. It was never heard from again. Five years later, Captain John Watson of the Investigator sets sail to recover the Erebus and determine the fate of Sholto and his men. Naturalist Sherlock Holmes takes a berth on a scientific mission to catalogue arctic fauna. What they find could strike a killing blow at the very heart of the British Empire.”

I inhaled this fic this weekend. I could not put it down. I am not typically one for AUs that stray too far from the canon, but this is a remarkable, gorgeous work. Told through logs, journals, letters, telegrams, newspaper articles, and oral history, it’s John, Sherlock, and a fantastic adventure. The characters are in a completely different context, but they’re delightfully recognizable and familiar. I adore the idea of Sherlock Holmes as a naturalist, all of his gifts bent in a different direction. I loved Mary’s arc; Molly’s arc; and the inclusion of a detailed, uncompromising First Nation perspective on the exploration of North America. 

Shamelessly, I look forward to the promised smutty outtake, but, even without it, this fic is a perfect little universe unto itself. I’ll re-read often. Thank you, @doctornerdington!

[incorrect-princeseries]

Reading your previous ask, I suddenly thought of my prince series au. Everyone's the same except Evan's absence in Alex's life actually affected him. Alex is more cynical but more capable compared to his original counterpart. He's very thrifty and can get a good bargain constantly, which is why he didn't like the princes at first, with Ciel being the worst offender. Hates Gion for how he acts as though his past justifies his assholery. This Alex also has many friends back in his hometown, whom he constantly chats with online (one of them studies in Poposi Academy). He isn't attracted to Su Jung and really hates her initial superiority complex and disrespect towards traditional culture.

That's all I got for now. What do you think?

Are you the same anon who asked the previous question? Anyway, it sounds good! I really like all the cynical!Alex headcanons, they're more interesting and certainly more realistic tbh. I think normal!Alex is getting more and more bearable due to his character development (like that one scene in K25 where he looked like he was straight up gonna punch Gion), but I do prefer cynical!Alex.

Also while I like Su Jung and the Hanlexis pairing, I can definitely see why Alex might not be attracted to her in this au. In fact, I myself hated her quite a bit when she made her debut. I did warm up to her a lot more in later books, but that still doesn't really excuse her shitty actions in K11.

Also on another note , I read the desc of K31 and like - "Every week, Alex writes a letter to his mother, a passionate naturalist, though she never replies them" - I just find this whole sentence to be really sad. Now I haven't even read the book yet, so I don't know the context, but I honestly feel so bad for Alex here.

Whether she's busy, or whatever, it's just kind of depressing to me that she never replies any of his letters. Also, doesn't texting exist? Wait, I'm getting off point. To end this post off, I think your ideas are a pretty cool take on the series, and if I wasn't so sleepy I would probably give you some suggestions or ideas but my brain isn't able to function right now so yeah. Good luck with your au!!

[thatsnotcanonpodcasts]

Episode 55: Submarines, Unions & Savage Avengers

We long to be, under the sea, in the Octopuses garden in the shade. Hi everyone, wow, apparently Boeing are now making submarines, that’s right, subs! We start off with the news that Boeing is to supply 4 large unmanned submarines with a very large payload to the US navy. We would rather use them for science and building an underwater habitat, but hey, this means the tech needed is becoming a reality. Trust me, this is a cool topic to check out. Then we look at unions in the gaming industry and discuss what that could mean. Not everyone will be a fan, but if it helps protect people from overwork and burnout then it is worth considering as the owners and management of a lot of the software developers are only interested in themselves. Then DJ has news that Marvel is poaching another character and ruining it, Conan the Barbarian is now going to be a Marvel character in the new Marvel Suicide Squad, oops, erm, we mean Savage Avengers. Sorry for the confusion there, but it is easy to understand the confusion when it appears that once again Marvel is presenting content that is so similar to DC. Then we have our games currently played, and the plethora of shout outs for your enjoyment. We hope you enjoy and if you think of anything we should cover (other than the DJ in gaffer tape) let us know, until next week, see ya.

EPISODE NOTES:

Extra Large Unmanned Submarines - https://www.popularmechanics.com/military/navy-ships/a26344025/navy-extra-large-unmanned-submarines-boeing/?fbclid=IwAR3bKUe869x4urVpp3dMSv7QfYXdkgzmsN0QqzbVVWTgUh3aKr5HlOfE5ds

Unions in the Games Industry

- https://variety.com/2019/gaming/news/game-workers-unite-fire-bobby-kotick-1203139767/

- https://www.kotaku.com.au/2019/02/an-open-letter-to-game-developers-from-americas-largest-labour-organisation/

Savage Avengers - https://comicbook.com/marvel/2019/02/14/conan-barbarian-savage-avengers-marvel-gerry-duggan-mike-deodato/

Games currently playing

Buck

– Tentlan – www.tentlan.com/

Professor

– Tetris 99 - https://www.nintendo.com/games/detail/tetris-99-switch

DJ

– Apex Legends - https://www.ea.com/games/apex-legends

Other Topics Discussed

Yellow Submarine (Beatles Song)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_Submarine_(song)

- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2uTFF_3MaA

Tomahawk Missile

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomahawk_(missile)

A wild Orca attacked a diver

- http://www.takepart.com/article/2014/02/24/did-wild-orca-really-just-attack-diver-new-zealand/

United States ship naming conventions

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_ship_naming_conventions

Nintendo CEO Satoru Iwata takes a 50% pay cut

- https://www.wired.com/2011/07/nintendo-satoru-iwata-pay-cut/

Japanese Airlines CEO pays himself less than the pilots and takes a bus to work

- https://boingboing.net/2011/02/25/japan-airlines-ceo-p.html

- https://www.cbsnews.com/news/japan-airline-boss-sets-exec-example/

The Hand (fictional supervillain organization)

- https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Hand_(Earth-616)

Adelaide pilot leaves a message on flight radar

-  https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-02-20/bored-adelaide-pilot-leaves-message-on-flight-radar/10829262

Kissing Sailor statue vandalised

- https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2019/02/20/kissing-sailor-statue-graffitied-metoo-death-george-mendonsa/

Hugh Jackman & Sir Patrick Stewart share Guinness World Records

- https://www.cnet.com/news/hugh-jackman-patrick-stewart-share-guinness-world-record-for-xmen-roles/

Shoutouts

19 Feb 1878 - Thomas Alva Edison patents the gramophone (phonograph), the first device to both record sound and play it back. He was awarded U.S. Patent No. 200,521 for his invention–the phonograph–on this day in 1878.

 - https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/thomas-alva-edison-patents-the-phonograph

Patent - http://pdfpiw.uspto.gov/.piw?PageNum=0&docid=00200521&IDKey=BC2615746C41%0D%0A&HomeUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fpatft.uspto.gov%2Fnetacgi%2Fnph-Parser%3FSect1%3DPTO1%2526Sect2%3DHITOFF%2526d%3DPALL%2526p%3D1%2526u%3D%25252Fnetahtml%25252FPTO%25252Fsrchnum.htm%2526r%3D1%2526f%3DG%2526l%3D50%2526s1%3D0200%2C521.PN.%2526OS%3DPN%2F0200%2C521%2526RS%3DPN%2F0200%2C521

19 Feb 1942 – The Bombing of Darwin, also known as the Battle of Darwin was the largest single attack ever mounted by a foreign power on Australia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bombing_of_Darwin

19 Feb 2008 - Toshiba announces its formal recall of its HD DVD video format, ending the format war between it and Sony's Blu-Ray Disc - http://edition.cnn.com/2008/BUSINESS/02/19/toshiba.hdd/

Remembrances

17 Feb 2019 - George Mendonsa, the U.S. Navy sailor pictured in the iconic V-J Day in Times Square photo on August 14, 1945 where he kissed a stranger—a woman in a white dress—on Victory over Japan Day. He died of a congestive heart failure at 96 in Middletown, Rhode Island - https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-02-19/kissing-sailor-george-mendonsa-dies-at-95/10825008

19 Feb 2019 – Karl Lagerfeld, German creative director, fashion designer, artist, photographer and caricaturist who lived in Paris. He was known as the creative director of the French fashion house Chanel, a position he held from 1983 until his death, and was also creative director of the Italian fur and leather goods fashion house Fendi, and of his own eponymous fashion label. He was recognized for his signature white hair, black sunglasses, fingerless gloves, and high, starched detachable collars. He died after battling privately with pancreatic cancer at 85 in Neuilly-sur-Seine - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Lagerfeld

20 Feb 1895 - Frederick Douglass, American social reformer, abolitionist, orator, writer, and statesman. After escaping from slavery in Maryland, he became a national leader of the abolitionist movement in Massachusetts and New York, gaining note for his oratory and incisive antislavery writings. Douglass wrote several autobiographies. He described his experiences as a slave in his 1845 autobiography, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave, which became a bestseller, and was influential in promoting the cause of abolition, as was his second book, My Bondage and My Freedom. He died of massive heart attack at 77 in Washington D.C. - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Douglass

Birthdays

19 Feb 1924 – Lee Marvin, American film and television actor (Paint Your Wagon, Cat Ballou, Dirty Dozen) known for his distinctive voice and premature white hair, Marvin initially appeared in supporting roles, mostly villains, soldiers, and other hardboiled characters. A prominent television role was that of Detective Lieutenant Frank Ballinger in the NBC crime series M Squad. Born in New York City - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Marvin

19 Feb 1943 – Sir Tim Hunt, a British biochemist and molecular physiologist. He was awarded the 2001 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine with Paul Nurse and Leland H. Hartwell for their discoveries of protein molecules that control the division of cells. In particular, Hunt discovered cyclin, a protein in fertilised sea urchin eggs which cyclically aggregates and is depleted during cell division cycles. Born in Neston, Cheshire - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Hunt

19 Feb 1957 - Raymond Andrew Winstone, English film and television actor. He is mostly known for his "hard man" roles beginning with his role as Carlin in the 1979 film Scum. He also played Kevin, an ex-army soldier, in Quadrophenia as well as Will Scarlet in the television series Robin of Sherwood. He has also become well known as a voice over actor and has recently branched out into film production. Born in Homerton, London - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ray_Winstone

20 Feb 1925 – Robert Altman, American film director (M*A*S*H, McCabe & Mrs Miller & Nashville), screenwriter, and producer. A five-time nominee of the Academy Award for Best Director and an enduring figure from the New Hollywood era, Altman was considered a "maverick" in making films with a highly naturalistic but stylized and satirical aesthetic, unlike most Hollywood films. He is consistently ranked as one of the greatest and most influential filmmakers in American cinema. Born in Kansas City, Missouri - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Altman

Events of interest

19 Feb 2002 - NASA's Mars Odyssey space probe begins to map the surface of Mars using its thermal emission imaging system. - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001_Mars_Odyssey

20 Feb 1952 - "African Queen" film directed by John Huston, starring Humphrey Bogart and Katharine Hepburn is released in the US at New York City at the Capitol Theatre - https://www.nytimes.com/1952/02/21/archives/the-african-queen-starring-humphrey-bogart-katharine-hepburn-at-the.html

20 Feb 1986 - The Soviet Union launches its Mir spacecraft. Remaining in orbit for 15 years, it is occupied for ten of those years. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mir

20 Feb 1962 - Colonel John Glenn becomes the 1st American to orbit the Earth, aboard Friendship 7 - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Glenn

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Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Holby City Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe, Jason Haynes & Bernie Wolfe, Bernie Wolfe & Marjorie Haynes Characters: Bernie Wolfe, Serena Campbell, Jason Haynes, Marjorie Haynes, Elinor Campbell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Young!Jason, Young!Elinor, Alternate Universe: Naturalist, Letters, Correspondence, Slow Bern, Bernie Wolfe: World's Okay-est Lesbian, Serena Campbell: Bisexual Extraordinaire, First Meetings, Implied Sexual Content, Museums, Terminal Illnesses, Minor Character Death Summary: AU: Bernie Wolfe is a world famous naturalist (the David Attenborough of the Holby 'verse). A young Jason Haynes writes her a fan letter and they become correspondents.

This is it then. It all ends here. Happily Ever After, I’m pleased to say!

Thank you to everyone who's kept reading and commenting - I've appreciated it!

Thank you to @corvidden for being the unwitting recipient of part 1 of my first ever illustrated Live Action fic! And thanks also to @slightlyintimidating and @doctorjameswatson for their continuing encouragement along the way!

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Marion Cotillard Biography

Marion Cotillard conceived 30 September 1975 is a French performing artist, artist lyricist, artist, naturalist and representative for Greenpeace who accomplished worldwide distinction with the film La Vie en Rose (2007). She is the beneficiary of an Academy Award, a BAFTA Award, a Golden Globe Award, two César Awards, an European Award, and a Lumières Award. Cotillard has showed up in more than 50 highlight films and is likewise known for being the substance of Lady Dior purses since 2008. She turned into a Knight of the Order of Arts and Letters in France in 2010 and elevated to Officer in 2016. Was named “The Most Bankable French Actress of the 21st Century” in 2014, and depicted as “the colossal quiet film on-screen character of our opportunity” by Robbie Collin of The Daily Telegraph for her capacity to demonstrate feelings just with her eyes and outward appearances, in spite of the fact that she has never showed up in a noiseless film. She got France’s most elevated respect and was made a Knight of the Legion of Honor in 2016. Cotillard had her first English-dialect part in the TV arrangement Highlander in 1993, influenced her film to make a big appearance in The Story of a Boy Who Wanted to Be Kissed (1994), her initially driving part in the TV film Chloé (1996), and made her leap forward in France playing Lilly Bertineau in the activity comic drama Taxi (1998), which earned her a César Award assignment for Most Promising Actress and was her initially film industry hit. She influenced her Hollywood presentation as Joséphine To sprout in Tim Burton’s Big Fish (2003). Since 2003, Cotillard has exchanged amongst French and English-dialect parts in standard and workmanship house creations, and has gotten universal praise and honors for her exhibitions in movies, for example, Tina Lombardi in A Very Long Engagement (2004), for which she won her first César Award for Best Supporting Actress. For her depiction of the French vocalist Édith Piaf in the biopic La Vie en Rose (2007), Cotillard accomplished overall acknowledgment and won her second César Award, a BAFTA Award, a Golden Globe Award, a Lumières Award and the Academy Award for Best Actress, turning into the first and (starting at 2017) just performer to win an Academy Award for an execution in French, and furthermore the second on-screen character and one of just six on-screen characters to have won this honor for a section talked in a remote dialect. Her execution of Luisa Contini in the melodic film Nine (2009), earned her a moment Golden Globe selection. She next featured in Michael Mann’s Public Enemies (2009) as Billie Frechette, and played Mal in Christopher Nolan’s Inception (2010). In 2012, she got boundless basic recognition for her execution as the twofold amputee orca mentor Stéphanie in Rust and Bone (2012), and was designated for the Golden Globes, BAFTAs, Critics’ Choice, Screen Actors Guild and the César Awards. She was very acclaimed and granted for her lead exhibitions in The Immigrant (2013) and Two Days, One Night (2014), accepting a moment Academy Award designation for Best Actress for the last mentioned, which was likewise her second selection for a French-dialect film and the first run through a performing artist was assigned for a Belgian film. Cotillard wound up plainly one of just six on-screen characters to get numerous Academy Award assignments for remote dialect exhibitions. Cotillard played Joan of Arc in front of an audience in various nations in the vicinity of 2005 and 2015 in the oratorio Jeanne d’Arc au bûcher. Her English-dialect parts incorporate Fanny Chenal in A Good Year (2006), Adriana in Midnight in Paris (2011), Dr. Leonora Orantes in Contagion (2011), Miranda Tate in The Dark Knight Rises (2012), Lady Macbeth in Macbeth (2015), Marianne Beausejour in Allied (2016) and Dr. Sofia Rikkin in Assassin’s Creed (2016). She gave voice acting to enlivened movies as The Rose in The Little Prince (2015), April in April and the Extraordinary World (2015) and Scarlet Overkill in the French rendition of Minions (2015). Her other prominent French and Belgian movies incorporate La Belle Verte (1996), Furia (1999), War in the Highlands (1999), Lisa (2001), Pretty Things (2001), Love Me If You Dare (2003), Innocence (2004), Toi et Moi (2006) and Dikkenek (2006). Cotillard was conceived in Paris, and grew up around Orléans, in an aesthetically slanted, “clamoring, inventive family unit”. Her dad, Jean-Claude Cotillard, is a performing artist, educator, previous emulate, and 2006 Molière Award-winning chief, of Breton drop. Cotillard’s mom, Niseema Theillaud, who has Kabyle family line, is additionally an on-screen character and show instructor. Her two more youthful siblings, Quentin and Guillaume, are twins. Guillaume is a screenwriter and executive. Cotillard started acting amid her adolescence, showing up in one of her dad’s plays. In the late 90s, Cotillard was involved with French on-screen character Julien Rassam. She had a long haul association with French performer Stéphan Guérin-Tillié from 2000 to 2005. They co-featured in the short movies Quelques jours de trop (2000) and Heureuse (2001), in the 2001 TV arrangement Les redoutables, and in the 2005 component films Cavalcade and Edy. She dated French vocalist Sinclair from 2005 to 2007. Since October 2007, Cotillard has been involved with French performer and executive Guillaume Canet. They had been companions since 1997, and co-featured together out of the blue years after the fact in the 2003 film Love Me If You Dare. Regardless of regular misguided judgment, the couple are not hitched. In spite of the fact that since 2010 Cotillard has been spotted wearing a jewel solitaire on her left hand – a present from Canet – they are not locked in either. In 2014, Cotillard denied being hitched to Canet, rather alluding to him as “my beau” in interviews. In 2011 they had their first youngster, a child, and in 2017 their second tyke, a girl was conceived.

Marion Cotillard Personal Info.

Full Name: Marion Cotillard

Nick Name: Marion

Family Members: Niseema Theillaud (Father) Quentin Cotillard (Brother) Guillaume Cotillard (Brother) Laurent Cotillard (Cousin)

Education: Her educational background is not known.

Date of Birth: 30th September, 1975

Birthplace: Paris, France

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Religion: non-religious

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: French

Profession: Actress, Model, Environmentalist, Voice Actor, Singer-songwriter, Spokesperson, Activist

Measurements: 35-24-34 in or 89-61-87 cm

Bra Size: 32C

Height: 5′ 6″ (168 cm)

Weight: 126lbs (57 kg)

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Dress Size: 2

Shoe Size: 7

Boyfriend/Dating History: Guillaume Canet (2007-Present) – Marion is as of now dating French on-screen character and executive, Guillaume since 2007. In any case, they met on the arrangement of 2003 motion picture Love Me If You Dare out of the blue. The couple don’t share their news about being as one to the media. Be that as it may, they are seen together every now and again shopping. They are living respectively and have brought forth their first youngster, a child named Marcel, which they declared on May 20, 2011. Johnny Depp (2008) – RUMOR

Known For: La Vie en Rose, Incepted, Rust and Bone

Active Year: 1993 (present)

Friend: Cécile Cassel (actress), Mélanie Laurent (actress), Élodie Navarre (actress), Kate Winslet (actress), Matthias Schoenaerts (actor)

Associated People: Hylda Queally (agent)

Favorite People: Will Ferrel (actor), Kate Winslet (actress), Maryl Streep (Fashion Idol), Toni Collette (Fashion Idol)

Favorite Bands: Radiohead, David Bowie, Elvis Presley

Favorite Accessories: Lady Dior Handbags

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Filmography

Year Title 1994 The Story of a Boy Who Wanted to Be Kissed 1996 My Sex Life… or How I Got into an Argument 1996 La Belle Verte 1998 Taxi 1999 War in the Highlands 1999 Furia 1999 Blue Away to America 2000 Taxi 2 2001 Lisa 2001 Pretty Things 2002 A Private Affair 2003 Taxi 3 2003 Love Me If You Dare 2003 Big Fish 2004 Innocence 2004 A Very Long Engagement 2005 Cavalcade 2005 Love Is in the Air 2005 Mary 2005 Burnt Out 2005 The Black Box 2005 Edy 2006 Toi et moi 2006 Dikkenek 2006 Fair Play 2006 A Good Year 2007 La Vie en rose 2009 Public Enemies 2009 The Last Flight 2009 Nine 2010 Inception 2010 Little White Lies 2011 Midnight in Paris 2011 Contagion 2012 Rust and Bone 2012 The Dark Knight Rises 2013 The Immigrant 2013 Blood Ties 2013 Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues 2014 Two Days, One Night 2015 Macbeth 2016 It’s Only the End of the World 2016 From the Land of the Moon 2016 Allied 2016 Assassin’s Creed 2017 Rock’n Roll 2017 Ismael’s Ghosts

1995 Snuff Movie 1996 Insalata Mista 1997 Affaire classée 1997 La sentence 1998 La surface de réparation 1999 L’appel de la cave 2000 Quelques jours de trop 2000 Le marquis 2001 Heureuse 2001 Boomer 2008 Lady Noire Affair 2010 Lady Rouge 2010 Lady Blue Shanghai 2011 Lady Grey London 2011 L.A.dy Dior

Television

Year Title 1993 Étude sur le Mouvement 1993 Highlander 1994 Extrême Limite 1996 Théo la tendresse 1996 Chloé 1996 L’@mour est à réinventer 1998 Interdit de Vieillir 2001 Les Redoutables 2001 Une femme piégée (aka Vertigo: A Woman in Danger) 2005 Une américaine à Paris 2008 Génération duo 2013 Le Débarquement 2014 Comedy Central’s All-Star Non-Denominational Christmas Special 2015 Castings

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Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Holby City Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe, Jason Haynes & Bernie Wolfe, Bernie Wolfe & Marjorie Haynes Characters: Bernie Wolfe, Serena Campbell, Jason Haynes, Marjorie Haynes, Elinor Campbell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Young!Jason, Young!Elinor, Alternate Universe: Naturalist, Letters, Correspondence, Slow Bern, Bernie Wolfe: World's Okay-est Lesbian, Serena Campbell: Bisexual Extraordinaire, First Meetings, Illnesses, Implied Sexual Content, Museums Summary: AU: Bernie Wolfe is a world famous naturalist (the David Attenborough of the Holby 'verse). A young Jason Haynes writes her a fan letter and they become correspondents.

Chapter 16 is now up if anyone wants to comment.

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Chapters: 18/20 Fandom: Holby City Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe, Jason Haynes & Bernie Wolfe, Bernie Wolfe & Marjorie Haynes Characters: Bernie Wolfe, Serena Campbell, Jason Haynes, Marjorie Haynes, Elinor Campbell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Young!Jason, Young!Elinor, Alternate Universe: Naturalist, Letters, Correspondence, Slow Bern, Bernie Wolfe: World's Okay-est Lesbian, Serena Campbell: Bisexual Extraordinaire, First Meetings, Implied Sexual Content, Museums, Terminal Illnesses, Minor Character Death Summary: AU: Bernie Wolfe is a world famous naturalist (the David Attenborough of the Holby 'verse). A young Jason Haynes writes her a fan letter and they become correspondents.

Chapter 18 is now up should anyone be inclined to comment.