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Squid Game

THE SEARCH: Hwang Jun-ho x fem!reader

Summary: The search for Gi-hun takes its toll on her. Luckily, someone's there to help.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, mentioned death and guns, mentioned and/or referenced trauma and PTSD

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She was dreaming again - that was the reason why she tried to avoid sleep ever since Gi-hun went missing.

--because she was always dreaming about him: him dying, him being alone, him being scared after all that trauma... And her dreams always pointed out her self-blaming - she wasn't supposed to leave him alone, she should be there with him...

Her dreams were troubled once again - with nightmares. She was dreaming about Gi-hun and the marble game, which he failed so he could save another player's life...

That was another reason why she was scared for Gi-hun: because she knew his own life wasn't important to him anymore. She knew it, because she felt the same way.

She woke up to someone shaking her awake. She felt hands grabbing her shoulders, she heard a voice calling out for her - yet she couldn't identify the person; not immediatelly anyway.

Tears were running down her face, blinding her; she could barely breathe; and she could still hear gunshots even though she was no longer asleep.

"Y/N..." she heard her name once more, this time clearer. "You're alright. It was just a dream. Y/N, can you hear me?"

She was shaking - God, she was shaking so badly she barely knew where she was or who she was.

Still, one of those hands gently touched her face, turning her head so her eyes could meet someone else's.

Her lips started to tremble.

"You're okay now. You're awake."

Her fingers wrapped themselves around the hand on her face.

"Jun-ho?"

Reality suddenly hit her and she could feel shame climb up her throat.

She stared into his eyes as he nodded, his lips curled upwards into a faint smile. She swallowed hard as she let go of his hand. Her fingers were still trembling, but she put her hands down and pushed herself upwards into a sitting position. Her blanket fell onto her lap.

"What time is it?" she asked quietly as she raked her fingers through her hair.

"It's almost midnight." Jun-ho said as he grabbed a water bottle from the small desk in the corner of the cabin; he gave it to her, then joined her on the floor.

As she drank she slowly looked around.

They were alone, although she could hear the henchmen, Woo-seok and Captain Park talk outside.

They were probably fishing, she thought. They needed something to do and the Captain needed a distraction after she almost punched him. He would've deserved it though, since he didn't want to look for the damn island late at night. He really should've said a thank you to Jun-ho, because he was the only reason why he didn't get a black eye.

As she put the bottle aside she noted a map and a marker on the desk, under the light of a flashlight. Jun-ho must've been working on finding the island and Gi-hun, when he noticed her trembling in the corner. She was really thankful for his help: for waking her up and for the search.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked as she pointed at the map. "I could've helped."

"Because Woo-seok said you are barely sleeping." Jun-ho looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "And I agree with him."

She didn't want to meet his gaze.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." he argued and he sounded like a parent who's about to scold a child. "You barely eat, you barely sleep... I know you want to find Gi-hun more than anything, but you need your strength for it."

Her fingertips started to play with the edges of the blanket. She didn't say anything - she didn't know what to say.

Jun-ho was right, of course he was; but it was impossible to eat and sleep peacefully when guilt and fear was killing her from inside.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"About what?" she asked.

"You know what."

She knew - of course she did.

The nightmare was still being replayed in her head, again and again. She could see Gi-hun losing all ten of the marbles, she could hear the gunshots...

One of her hands shakily reached up to wipe away the tears.

When she took too long to answer, Jun-ho turned to look at her, and seeing her crying again made him regret his question.

"I'm sorry... we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." his hand landed on her thigh and before he could pull it away, her hand was on his.

She look up at him, her eyes glassy and her lips once again trembling.

"I dreamt that he died." she said after she swallowed. "That's all I can think about - what if he's dead? He's playing those stupid games again and I'm not there..." her voice sounded angry as she spat those last few words. "I'm not there with him and we promised, we promised that we'd never leave each other..." she took a deep breath. "Gi-hun saved my fucking life more times than I can count. And now I failed him... I'm failing him every single moment when I'm not with him." the tears were burning her cheeks as they ran down her face and landed on the blanket. "Why can't it be me who's in there..."

She was full on crying by then, her body was shaking.

It was a pain so deep and unbearable... And nothing could help. Her heart ached, her whole being felt numb and heavy.

She just wanted it to end - all of it.

Jun-ho let go of her thigh and put both of his hands on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears. He made her look him in the eyes.

"Don't say that..." he put some locks of hair behind her ears and then went back to wiping away the tears - since they just didn't want to stop falling. "It's not your fault. None of it. You had no way of knowing what would happen at that party."

Gi-hun didn't let her go in with him. He wanted her to stay in the car with Jun-ho. He wanted her out of danger's way.

She should've fought harder.

"And you didn't fail him..."

"Yes, I did!" she shouted. "I fucking did..."

Jun-ho held onto her tightly, not letting her wiggle away until he was sure she's fine.

"You played Russian roulette for him!" he argued.

She just blinked in surprise.

That was how she met him again - Jun-ho. He wanted to arrest her after she won the game of Russian roulette against the Salesman. And later, when Gi-hun arrived he almost shot Jun-ho for keeping her in cuffs.

"You played Russian roulette, so that guy - that Salesman - wouldn't go after him." Jun-ho repeated. "You didn't fail him. And he knows that. He almost shot me for you."

She continued to cry quietly and he let her. He let her cry it out as he pulled her close, so she could hide her face in the crook of his neck.

She wrapped her arms around him, letting the blanket fall between them, since she finally had someone to talk to, to be honest with. Someone who understood the concept of loss and uncertainity.

"Thank you..." she whispered as she felt his fingers massage her scalp.

"It's nothing." he said. "And I promise you that we'll find him. Okay?" he felt her nod so he continued: "But I need you to get some sleep for that."

"I'll try." she mumbled.

They changed positions. Jun-ho leaned against the wooden wall of the cabin, while she rested her head on his shoulder. Their knees were touching, and she was sure it had been a while since she felt this kind of comfort.

Right then, she needed him.

Her crying slowly died down and she felt like she could both breathe and think again.

"Jun-ho?"

"What's wrong?" she found the panic in his voice adorable - and it felt great to know that someone cared.

"Nothing's wrong, I just... never really apologized for handcuffing you to the bathtub."

She felt his chest rise as he began to laugh, and the sudden change of mood in the cabin felt nice.

"I handcuffed you first. You have nothing to apologize for."

She felt a small smile tugging at her lips.

"I also apologize for accusing you of being one of Them; and for trying to shoot you." she said as she remembered him sitting in the bathtub as she pointed his own gun at him.

Jun-ho chuckled. "I kind of did those first too."

She couldn't help herself - a small, barely there chuckle left her mouth too.

"Well then... thank you, for being here."

Jun-ho didn't answer for a while and she felt ashamed for being so outspoken. Yet a few seconds later he kissed her forehead and she felt a rush of sudden heat run through her whole body.

"Of course, I'll always be here - if you need anything..."

Jun-ho continued to stroke her head; gentle touches caressing her scalp, her neck and then later on: her back. Slowly but surely her eyelids became heavier and heavier - until she fell into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

Tomorrow she'd wake up with her head on Jun-ho's chest - and somehow her blanket would be over them, keeping them warm.

Tomorrow she'd wake up with a slight feeling of shame, yet she'd have a new reason to keep on going for.

Tomorrow Woo-seok would give her an all-smile thumbs up.

Tomorrow she'd continue the search with a new amount of hope, knowing she has someone who'll help her every step of the way...

[brookediamonds]

she was wearing white, and he was like, 'i might be in trouble' | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

prequel to 'the reason why i smile'

Summary: As the newest student to Miyagi-Do, you're the shiny new toy everyone wants to see and play with. Unfortunately for them, you didn't have quite the bubbly personality, but one person who loves a challenge, finds out for himself what lies beneath the hard exterior of yours.

Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: None, cursing, fluff, fighting (karate)

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Axel couldn't believe his eyes. You stood in front of the class, dressed in your white Miyagi-Do gi, with an emotionless look on your face as Sensei LaRusso introduced you to the team.

When your eyes landed on him, he swallowed the lump in his throat. He thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on, and there you were, directed to go fall in next to him.

"Welcome!" He greets you with a big smile. It doesn't phase Axel when you barely spare a glance towards him, and nod in return. He loved a challenge.

The next few weeks, your paired with him to spar and it takes everything inside you not to be annoyed because why was this kid always asking you questions?

"Do you have any favorite bands?"

You huffed trying to keep focus on attacking your opponent while still answering his question. "The Strokes."

"I don't think I've listened to them all that much, maybe you can give me a few songs to listen to," he babbles, effortlessly blocking your two strikes.

"Fine," you agree, "focus!"

He laughs lightly before you manage to sneak in a 'ashi barai' foot sweep, and landing a point in the middle of his chest.

"Nice, (Y/n)!" Miguel comments from behind you. Axel is staring up at you in awe, completely mesmerized by the way you were able to take him down.

"I'll make you that list," you smirk at the boy on the grass, walking away as he processed what had just happened.

Miguel ran up to him, offering a hand to stand up.

"You okay?" He asks the awe-struck boy, helping him sit up.

"I think I just fell in love," Axel confesses his eyes searching for you.

"With the new girl?" Miguel questions. "She just kicked your ass."

"Exactly," Axel exhales seeing you take a sip from your water flask.

When it's time to call it a day, you find yourself waiting for your mom to pick you up at the exit of the dojo.

Axel see's this, and takes this opportunity to talk with you.

"Need a ride?" He asks coming up to your side.

"My mom is on her way," you say adjusting your gym bag on your shoulder. "Thanks though."

Axel nods slightly disappointed, and continues to walk to his car. Your phone buzzes in your hand, it's a text from your mom.

She was stuck in traffic and wouldn't be there for another thirty minutes. The sun was nearly all the way down, and you didn't want to stay out in this cool weather for the next half hour.

"Axel!" You call out to the tall boy. He stood by the drivers side of his car, his head snapping up.

You hastily walk over to him tucking your hair behind your ears.

"I could use a ride if the offer still stands," you say a soft blush rising your cheeks. Axel smiled widely pressing the key to his car for a second time so the passenger side could unlock.

"Of course!" He responds running over to your side, opening the door for you. You can't help the small smile on your face at his manners, carefully getting into his vehicle.

He closes the door behind you, going back to his side and sliding in.

"Type in your address," Axel hands you his phone, apple maps already open for you. You quickly type in your address along with something else he would soon appreciate.

You sent a text to your mom telling her she can meet you back at the house, you were getting a ride from a friend.

"Thanks for this, my mom is stuck on the highway," you explain placing his phone on the small holder in his vents.

"It's no problem," he assures you beginning to drive off. "Are you hungry? I can stop by something on the way."

You can't help but feel a warmth spread through you at his kindness, you had been so cold towards him and here he was offering you food.

"My mom is making dinner tonight," you inform him. "But thanks."

"Is it just you and your mom?" He asks quickly glancing over at you.

"Yeah," you sigh scooting slightly down in your seat. "My dad and brother live in Ojai."

"Is that where you're from?"

You nod silently, your parents divorce still somewhat fresh. They had separated for years but finally decided to part ways recently, landing you here in The Valley.

"Are you from here? Your accent," you motion to his mouth making him smile.

"No," he confirms. "Europe, my parents are doing business here in California."

"When did you move here?" You quiz him.

Each question evolved into another, Axel throughly explaining each one with you listening thoughtfully, completely intrigued.

When he pulls up to your home, you're still staring him taking in the words that fell from his lips.

"Thanks again for the ride," you give him a genuine closed mouth smile making his heart stutter.

"Anytime," he says hands tapping against the steering wheel. Before you can close the door, he says "wait!"

You raise an eyebrow, reopening the door slightly. Axel's mouth gaps, the question he wants to ask you, not coming out.

He wants to ask for your number, and continue to get to know you. But you were quiet, he knows you still have a guard up and he didn't want slow the progress he's made with you today.

"Never mind," he shook his head. "See you tomorrow."

"See you later," you say closing the door. He waits for you to enter the house before driving off.

Later that night, Axel is doing his homework, or at least attempting to while thinking about you.

He was remembering the way he your (e/c) eyes stayed focus on the side of his face while he responded to your questions, not leaving a single detail out, and the way you nodded as he talked, letting him know you were listening.

He's caught off guard when his phone buzzed on his desk, a text notification popping up on his screen. He furrows his eyebrows together as he notices it's an unknown number.

When he unlocks his phone, he's taken by surprise when it's a homemade playlist on Apple Music.

And it's from you.

(Y/n): Here, to get you familiar. If you like them, I might have to introduce you to Arctic Monkeys, maybe Cage The Elephant.

Axel fell in love twice that day.

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As time passed, you found yourself enjoying Axel's company, so much so you looked for him at school.

One of those days, your walking down the stairs with Hawk, listening to him ramble about a new video game that just came out when he says something extremely funny making you laugh.

Hawk glances over at you as you shake with laughter, this new noise coming from you surprising him and the others around you. Including Axel whom trailed behind you.

"(Y/n), is that you laughing?" You hear. Peeking back, you see Axel grinning down at you. "It's so...perfect," he grins.

You roll your eyes playfully, a scoff falling from your lips.

"Shut up," you mutter turning your back to him once again.

He made it his life's mission to hear that laugh again.

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There's a rare random Friday where the Sensei's decide to give the kids a day off and enjoy their weekend.

As the final bell rang for your last class, you make your way out of the classroom and search the halls for a tall Croatian boy. When you spot his golden brown hair, you mentally smile noticing it's tousled end of day look, just how you liked it.

"Hey," you greet Axel casually.

"Hey!" He gives you his famous grin as you fall into step with each other.

"You doing anything with your free night?" You ask casually.

"I'm trying to decide what I'm gonna do for dinner tonight, my parents are going to a dinner party for my father's business," Axel says. You could work with that.

"Do you wanna try that pizza place off Encino?" You proposition.

Axel nods, completely unaware what you're asking him, and what your intentions are.

"Yeah! Miguel says it's really good," he says, excited to finally try the pizza place he passes on his way to the dojo.

"Cool, we can meet there around six?" You suggest fiddling with your car keys.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" He offers. "You're on my way."

You realize you are in fact on his way to the place and nod in agreement.

"If you don't mind," you say lightly. Axel notices the tiniest sincerity in your voice that he doesn't hear very often making him giddy.

"Of course not," he insists. "I'll text you when I'm there."

"Don't be late," you say flatly making him smile. There's that charm he knows and loves.

You two part your ways for the afternoon, each heading home to get ready for tonight.

Normally your attire is casual, jeans, crop tops, sweatshirts, converse. Tonight you wanted to try.

It doesn't surprise you when Axel doesn't text you but instead gets down from his car, rings your doorbell, and waits outside like the gentlemen he is.

Axel feels his heart begin to thump in his chest when you open your door revealing your beautiful self. 'That's a new sweater' he notices.

The way the white cashmere top fell off your left shoulder, revealing your glowing skin made him swoon internally.

"You're early," you point out, stepping out and locking the door behind you.

"I wanted to avoid traffic, didn't want to risk being late for you," he explains. "Can't have you bailing on me."

You chuckle turning back to face him. "I wouldn't."

The both of you head towards his car, as per usual, he opens the passenger door for you, closing it softly once you get in. Learning to reciprocate the same manners, you reach over the counsel and open the door for him.

The car ride is filled with a comfortable silence, your newest playlist you curated for Axel playing in the background. Glancing over at you, Axel notices something different about you.

It's not a bad different by any means, but he can't quite place what it is.

Your lips are painted with a pink gloss, and the way your hair style went from straight to curled since he last saw you at school made him a little confused.

Not to mention the car was filled with a vanilla scent that lingered from you, it was heavenly to him.

"You look nice," he says sincerely, breaking the silence.

You're caught off guard, noticing his eyes fall to your exposed collarbone.

"Thank you," you respond quietly. It was the first time Axel ever heard you sound so vulnerable.

Axel smiles to himself, enjoying your music and relishing in your perfume.

It's when you're both sat across from one another, having just placed your order, that Axel realizes what was happening.

You were being nice, laughing at his jokes more than usual, sharing just a little more of your thoughts and opinions. The effort behind your subtle but elevated look. You were trying.

"So...what's the occasion?" Axel inquires as you take a bite of your pizza.

You raise your eyebrows, placing your slice back down on the plate to take a sip of your soda. "What do you mean?" Your words are innocent.

"Don't take this wrong way then I say this, you look beautiful everyday," he begins his words making your blush. "But tonight you look like you're dressed to impress."

"Maybe I am," you shrug avoiding his eyes.

"Oh," He grins, his heart doing backflips. "Should I be jealous of who ever you're trying to impress?"

A playful smirk comes across your lips as you pick up your pizza, taking another bite.

"This is a date isn't it?" He draws together, his smile never faltering.

"Date, hanging out, whatever," you attempt to play off. "Don't be weird."

Axel laughs softly, leaning back against the booth, his eyes still fixed on you with an amused glint.

"I'm honored," he spoke completely infatuated by the situation.

You rolled your eyes, the same smile tugging at your lips as you tried to hide behind your normal careless attitude. "You're annoying."

"Yeah, but you like me anyway," he teases grabbing another slice of the pepperoni pie placed between you two.

"Debatable," you snort at his accusation.

"I don't know, the way you've been looking at me recently says otherwise," he taunts you playfully.

"Right, like I haven't noticed the way you smile when I knock you on your ass at the dojo," you push back wiping away at the grease on the slice you grabbed.

"What can I say, I love a woman that can kick my ass," Axel deflects with a cheeky grin before taking a big bite out of his pizza.

"I can't stand you," you can't hold back the laughter that Axel loves to hear.

"But yet, here you are, on a date with me," he grins shooting you a wink.

"That I am," you admit stubbornly picking at the pepperoni.

It was the start of something you hadn't fully anticipated when you first arrived, Axel couldn't be more opposite of you. But it's also what you liked about him.

[midnight--sadness]

“Okay,” Jung-bae said gently. “Just calm down. You can’t smoke to calm down anymore, so try deep breathing or… count to ten or whatever pregnant people do.”

“I’m going to be the talk of my ex-wife’s garden club until I die,” Gi-hun moaned, collapsing onto the couch.

“Come on, buddy,” Jung-bae said, patting his shoulder. “No use spiraling. Let’s just figure this out logically, yeah? Start by mapping them out.” He went to a corkboard covered in tickets and various photographs and took them down stacking them neatly before producing sticky notes and tacks as if they were detectives. “You said four alphas, some you know, some you don’t—five days, four mistakes. Let’s go in order. Who was first?”

Gi-hun scratched his cheek. “Sang-woo,” He muttered. Then, because of course it needed clarification, “Cho Sang-woo.”

Jung-bae froze mid-tack, his eyebrows crawling up into his hairline. “Cho Sang-woo? The Cho Sang-woo? The pride of Ssangmun-dong? That Cho Sang-woo?”

Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. “What, is there another one?”

Jung-bae shook his head slowly, like he could not believe what he was writing as he scribbled the name down. The tack made a particularly judgmental squeak as he pinned it to the board. “I’m just surprised. I know you two were like childhood sweethearts or whatever, but from the few times we’ve gone out for drinks I’ve seen him smile exactly once, and it looked like it hurt him physically.” He glanced over. “So, when you two finished, did he give you a performance review or…?”

He ducked just in time to dodge the flying shoe.

“If anyone should be questioning the decision,” Gi-hun said, “It’s Sang-woo! He could have far more suitable omegas. Goodness knows his mother only talks about it every time I come by her stall. ‘My Sang-woo is the most eligible bachelor—handsome and rich!’”

“He could,” Jung-bae agreed instantly.

The other shoe flew through the air.

“Okay! Okay! Moving on!” Jung-bae yelped, scribbling like his life depended on it. “Second alpha?”

“In-ho,” Gi-hun said, arms crossed tight. “Hwang In-ho.”

Jung-bae nodded, writing it down. “Someone we don’t know. Progress. Got an age? Occupation?”

“Forty-five. Two years younger than me. He’s a cop.”

Jung-bae stopped mid-letter. “You slept with a cop? What if it was a sting? What if he thought you were—”

“I’m not a criminal!” Gi-hun snapped. “The only arrest on my record was from—” He stopped himself, mouth shutting with a click.

Jung-bae raised one slow, unimpressed eyebrow.

“It wasn’t for prostitution, I’ll tell you that,” Gi-hun muttered, waving him off.

“Alright, alright,” Jung-bae said, sticking it to the board. “Third alpha?”

“I don’t know his name,” Gi-hun mumbled, suddenly very interested in a frayed thread on the couch cushion.

The pen dropped.

“You don’t know—?”

“But!” Gi-hun sprang up and grabbed the pen and one of the sticky notes. “I can draw his face.”

Moments later, he stepped back to reveal a truly tragic sketch: a face with massive round eyes, cartoonish lips and parted dark hair.

Jung-bae stared at it. Blinked. “Great. We’ll print these out. Tape them to lampposts. Wanted: Alpha Baby Daddy. Likes long walks and kissing with these lips apparently—”

“Shut up!” Gi-hun threw himself back onto the couch.

“Last one?”

Gi-hun sighed. “Jun-ho.”

“Okay, cool—”

“Hwang Jun-ho.”

Jung-bae looked up sharply. “That’s… that’s a funny coincidence.”

Gi-hun did not look at him. “It’s uh. Not a coincidence. That’s In-ho’s little brother.”

Silence.

Jung-bae stared at the cork board. Then at Gi-hun. Then at the cork board again, like it might rearrange itself into something more reasonable.

“...You slept with two brothers. Two. Brothers.”

Gi-hun covered his face with a pillow and screamed into it. Then he pulled it away and moaned in despair,”I didn’t know that until after the fact I swear!”

OR: Omega Gi-hun spends a particularly nasty heat with four different alphas, Sang-woo, In-ho, Jun-ho, and the Salesman, and gets pregnant and then has to find out who the father is.

THIS IS EVERYTHING I COULD POSSIBLY WANT AND MORE!!! 🙏🙏

anon if u write this into a fic, i will give u my first born 😩🙌 i need to know how and why gihun transitioned from one man to the next! 🥹

also, four alphas in five days, damn gihun.... even during a heat, that's crazy lmao donna sheridan final boss

[diminuel]

Fourth option: despite being cut off and despondent about having ruined things with his little gi— boy, White Beard knows WHO Crocodile is and learns the “rumor” about the pregnancy (or at least suspects it.)

Both Dragon AND Garp get VERY threatening messages in the following weeks (Pops has his ways. And so help him god if he finds out this baby was in anyway unwanted and someone hurt his little g— boy he is wiping their entire family off of the fucking map)

…in the same contingency I can see White Beard trying to sheepishly slowly send hand-me-downs for baby Luffy. It was hard enough when his pri….de and joy cut him off, it’s unbearable for her to be joining an equally prominent family. It’s just too much for him to bare he has to try and reach out (Garp is not helping. He is the best grandpa this baby has by default fair and square!)

(You say fourth option, so this must relate to something!)

When would WB have figured it out? Only after dealing Crocodile a devastating defeat and breaking his will? Or did he do that as some misguided fatherly proof that he knew better for his „little girl“ but only widening the rift and deepening the wounds? Or would that confrontation not have happened?

But it would be interesting to know how he would have found out because surely Crocodile wouldn‘t have told him but Crocodile is a bit of a public figure as a warlord so getting gossip about him or having him watched isn‘t impossible with the kind of network WB must have.

Would Dragon and Garp be surprised by the threatening letters? Would he even bother with letters and not just show up somewhere making it known he‘s „looking to talk/ for a confrontation“ (the fleet admiral might be sweating bullets wondering what the hell Garp did this time to provoke an Emperor! They don‘t need a war!) Even more chaotic if Crocodile hasn‘t actually told anyone that his pops is actually his pops (adopted or blood related. He was WB‘s first child either way, different to the sons he later picked up)

But how sweet that he‘d try to send Luffy baby things, trying to connect with Crocodile again. Maybe it‘d eventually lead to a meeting again. Wah, tiny baby Luffy in WB‘s palm? ;w;

(And of course Garp‘s grumpy about it. But maybe the competition would make him a better grandpa.)

[loganwritesprobably]

Education

Notes: First time writing Nami for another instalment of my modern au series, looking at canons doing things for their communities Tags/Warnings: Nami/GN!Reader, Modern AU, tutor!Nami, civilian!Reader, pre-relationship, fluff Word Count: 842

Nami had always been good with children, it just came easily to her. She couldn't explain how or why, maybe she could attribute it to the way Belle-mere raised her and the effect that had on her life, but it was true. Nami loved kids. One day, once she was more settled and done a lot of personal growing, she'd like to adopt a child or two of her own. For now, though, she was working her dream job as a GIS technician, making digital maps and making sure they're accessible to the public and on the side, she tutored children.

She'd wanted to be a teacher, but had known with her criminal record that she was unlikely to be able to secure a full time position at a school - lots of members of her community were willing to overlook her turbulent youth so their children could be tutored for free. Especially when they too had experienced similar childhoods. Nami had been through a hell of a lot, and now she wanted to be able to give back, to try to keep other kids out of similar positions.

She volunteered at a local youth centre to tutor children for free, working in particular with children who couldn't afford to see a tutor otherwise, often this was children on free school meals, with parents getting financial aids. She knew how hard life could be, and if she could make it that little bit easier and help children succeed, then she'd do it.

You began to volunteer at the youth centre because you needed more experience working, or at least that was the advice that your advisor at university had given you. You needed to ‘make your resume more robust’ if you wanted to continue down the career path you wanted, and volunteering was suggested to you. You would’ve preferred a part time job of course, but nowhere would hire you, this was kind of your last resort. But that was fine, you’d actually been kind of enjoying it. You were assigned one of the easier roles since you were new, just playing some games with the younger kids - the hardest part of the role was just controlling the kids and convincing them to listen to you, so all things considered you couldn’t complain too much.

Nami didn’t often see the younger kids, working more so with the high schoolers, making sure they could get their qualifications and didn’t drop out - you admired her for it. It wasn’t an easy job by any stretch, but the kids appreciated and respected her, which she’d worked hard to earn. You saw her occasionally, usually just exchanging very brief pleasantries as she passed by to an appointment with one of the kids, but you enjoyed the conversations you had managed to have. It helped that she was gorgeous. 

You’d finished your session for the day and headed up toward the front desk, where you found Nami pacing.

“Hey, Nami. You okay?” You asked, taking a bite out of the apple in your hand. “Oh, hey. Yeah I just.. The kid I was meant to see is late and she’s never late, but she didn’t text me to cancel so I’m just a little worried.” She said with a sigh, pausing her pacing to instead look at you, focusing on the conversation at hand. “No text, and no voicemail here on the landline?” “The landline!” She yelled. In her rush to get to the phone, she chose to jump over the front desk rather than walk around it, thankfully nobody was sitting there so it was no risk to anyone’s health but her own. When she found the red light blinking she bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet, then sagged with relief upon hearing the voicemail that’d been left. “That was her then?” You asked once she was done, and Nami nodded. “Her phone died, and she only had the number for the centre on hand so she dialled that from a payphone. Thank you for that, I was really worried.” “I’m glad I could help.” “I see you around here a lot, right?” “Lately, yeah. I just started volunteering.” “I’m sorry, I never caught your name.” You finally introduced yourself to her, and she waited a moment, processing what she’d heard. “I like it. It suits you.” “I’m sorry if this is crazy forward but, I think you’re kind of awesome. Would you want to go out to lunch sometime?” You asked, surprising even yourself with your words. You hadn’t exactly intended to ask her out when you’d approached her, but you wouldn’t take it back. “I respect the audacity, so yeah actually, as long as you pay.” You could only laugh, and you shook her hand to agree to the deal. “Text me when you’re free and I’ll find us somewhere.” 

The two of you exchanged numbers, and then you headed out to go to a class. For once, you did it with a smile on your face. You’d consider that a good day.

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[atlurbanist]

A freeway interchange as "urban renewal" in Atlanta

by Darin GIvens | Dec 9, 2024

This area, immediately south of Downtown Atlanta, is bounded on the north by Memorial Drive, on the east by Fraser Street, on the south by Fulton Street, and on the west by Central Avenue.

First photo: 1949 (GSU Digital Collections)

Second photo, showing the same area: 2024 (Google Maps)

This is part of the area dubbed Washington-Rawson during the post-WW2 Urban Renewal period. It wasn't the name of a distinct, existing neighborhood -- it was a name for a project that defined the blocks to be demolished for new development. The original plan appears to have been to displace the current population and build a place for wealthier (and whiter) residents. probably to compete with suburban flight.

It was, of course, a horrible plan that erased neighborhood fabric and uprooted thousands of residents, hitting immigrant and Black communities the hardest. The fact that it didn't actually turn out as hoped is small comfort. What did get built instead was a giant I-75/85/20 interchange, cutting off communities from each other and from walkable access to many destinations.

The following are passages from Daniel Judt's “Limitations of the Past: Atlanta’s Stadium and Atlanta’s Image, 1960-2015.” Yale Historical Review (Spring 2015)

"While the press and the Hartsfield administration maintained that clearing Washington-Rawson would get rid of one of the city’s worst slums, some saw the area as merely lower-middle class. Washington-Rawson was not a single neighborhood, but an intersection of two streets within the parameters of the urban renewal project. (Renewal projects were often named after streets.) The project pulled from parts of three neighborhoods: Summerhill, Mechanicsville, and Peoplestown" "[Mayor Ivan] Allen thought there would certainly be interest in developing an upper-middle class residential community that could link to a modernized downtown. By 1959, much of the Washington-Rawson site had been leveled...Residents of Mechanicsville and Peoplestown, the two neighborhoods directly affected by the program, saw 3,261 living units dismantled; over 3,000 individuals and families were removed." "...His plan for an area flush with businesses had, by 1963, ground to a halt. Vast amounts of land had been cleared, but the city could not find private developers interested in buying up the area. The project had lost space due to the construction of the messy intersection of Interstates 20, 75, and 85. The intersection was supposed to give the greater Atlanta region easy access to the CBD, but instead awkwardly cut off the remaining urban renewal land from the shopping district. Citizens in their cars would likely head straight home rather than traipse into downtown."

We can't entirely undo the bad plans of the past, but we can use better intentions to mitigate their impact and create good urbanism in every possible space. The few pedestrian passages that do exist near this interchange should be excellent environments for walking, and cycling (they currently are not).

Each neighborhood affected by this gulf of asphalt should be given every bit of public help available to be a complete urban space with its own shopping districts, parks, and affordable housing. Looking at the Mechanicsville neighborhood for instance (it lies immediately south of the area pictured above), one still sees a lot of empty land where buildings used to be. Looking at the neighborhood on the city’s GIS mapping tool, you can see the parcel divisions that used to be homes and more:

And Downtown, which became cut off from other parts of the city by the interstates, needs thousands of new residents to help it become a more self-sufficient place that relies less heavily on weekday commuters and events goers in order to achieve the level of vibrancy a downtown should have; and to take advantage of the high level of transit service and walkable streets here.

Making mistakes is something that all cities do at some point (though this kind of mistake is particularly egregious and worthy of scorn). Another thing cities do is make corrections -- we can do it by adding life to dead spaces and by redesigning the public realm of our streets, with an eye on equitable outcomes. It’s past time that we address the mistakes of Atlanta's Urban Renewal period in a comprehensive way that lifts up our neighborhoods above the detritus of car-centric, racist, and classist actions.

[mesetacadre]

So for my questions about geography:

1. What kind of job are you planning to get? I read about geography careers on Reddit and people brought up GIS a lot.

2. What types of projects did you partake in for geography?

3. Cheesy question that I’m sure you’ve probably heard before but what do you like about geography that makes you want to study it?

4. Is there anything anyone should know before choosing to major in geography?

Thank you for taking time out of your day for answering :]

Hi, thanks for the interest!

My first option is to join the IGN (Instituto Geográfico Nacional), which is the state's geographic administration. Think urbanism, rural administration, basically any aspect that requires knowing where things are (including transport infrastructure!). Within that I am especially interested in the Cartographic section of the IGN, which is in charge of the creation of maps like the National Topographic Map (!!). Beyond public administration, the other big paths are joining a private entity, which will more than likely be ESRI or an associated/dependent company, or becoming an independent consultant to the other two sets of entities. You'd be surprised how demanded geographers are nowadays, basically anywhere that has to deal with locations in the real world. And yes, GIS are very important wherever you work. GIS itself is not a career, it's just the most relevant and efficient sets of tools we have nowadays for the geographer's profession.

I haven't yet done any real work, so far only assignments for classes. Last year we went on a short trip and we did have to collect information and create a short video on a topic that was relevant to the location, me and my partner did it on tourism and conservation.

Since I can remember, looking at maps, thinking about maps and thinking through maps has been an innate habit of mine. When I first started learning about history at ~11 years old, for example, I memorized all I could through creating mental maps, instinctively. I still distinctly remember getting asked by a teacher when I was 12 about the countries that made up each side of WW1, and going through my mental map of each country. I still do this with everything I can. Finally getting to study like that (though not always, but I'm not bad with plain statistics anyway) has been a massive and very welcome change from general education. As I write this, there are 11 visible maps around me, plus another 18 that are not displayed. So I'd say cartography

If you choose to major in Geography, you're not going to avoid some amount of mathematics, especially statistics, and you're going to have to get comfortable with new digital data formats, pretty dogshit UIs, and just using a computer in general. I say this because more than half of my classmates were surprised by this (despite the fact that it was very clearly laid out in the course descriptions available before even choosing a major)

[silenthill2ps2]

revised dbd wishlist now that mr x is gonna be a legendary for nemesis (if the leaks are true)

- richter legendary for trevor

- haunting ground (fiona as the survivor, daniella as the killer, belli castle as the map)

- squid games ‼️ (gi-hun as the survivor, in-ho as the killer, pretty much anything as the map there's quite a few options)

- scary movie paragraph, brenda meeks as the survivor of course

- us

- x/pearl/maxxxine

- friday the 13th but there are Leaks soooooo

[theduchessofboredom]

🛫 Distance - Chapter 2 🛬

It took a little while, but here's the English version of Distance chapter 2, finally! The third one is already well in progress in German, so I hope it will soon come out in German and then as fast as I can manage in English as well 😅 🤞

Distance - chapter 2

Little preview? Of course! ⬇️

“Well, and then you came to pick me up.” Mokuba paused and cast a cautious sideways glance in his direction. “But ... why did you come to pick me up, exactly? I thought Roland was supposed to do that ...” “Change of plans,” Seto replied matter-of-factly without taking his eyes off the road, knowing full well that he hadn't even begun to answer Mokuba's question.  “So you wanted to say goodbye to Duke after all?” came the prompt counter-question. Shouldn't Mokuba actually know better than to ask him things like that? He didn't answer. Wouldn't have been able to.

Chapter word count: 7177 Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply  Relationships: Kaiba Seto/Otogi Ryuuji | Duke Devlin  Characters: Kaiba Seto, Otogi Ryuuji | Duke Devlin, Kaiba Mokuba, Pegasus J. Crawford | Maximillion Pegasus, Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Isono | Roland, Original Characters  Additional Tags: Mastershipping - Freeform, Long Shot, POV Third Person, POV Kaiba Seto, POV Duke Devlin, Interns & Internships, Long-Distance Relationship, Los Angeles, Romance, Drama, Sequel  Series: Part 2 of Common Ground Summary: 

Five months after the fateful school trip, Seto and Duke are still seeing each other regularly without the most important people in their lives knowing about it. The thing-with-us is good the way it is – who cares what it actually means? But their time at school is drawing to a close and ultimately, what Seto has secretly feared for a long time happens: Duke is offered a six-month internship at Industrial Illusions, opening him all the doors to a successful career as a game designer – an offer he can't possibly refuse. However, the journey back to the other side of the Pacific is not just an opportunity for Duke. While he has to confront the demons of the past, Seto has to ask himself whether his own future is really as clearly mapped out as he always assumed.

[comradetoad]

As a former campaign staffer in Minnesota, my twitter feed has obviously been losing its mind about the Walz pick and is ready to sell whatever story about him wins us this election.

He's just a nice Minnesota dad, dontcha know?

He loves mapping and GIS in policymaking!

He wants to use taxpayer money to feed children, so scary

Do I agree with everything he's done? Of course not. I supported his opponent in the primary! Is he getting credit for the work of decades of progressive organizing he had no part of? Yeah definitely. Do I care? Not until after election day.

[rakassauce]

welcome, and howdy!!!

yo, I'm raka. an artist who adores the scene subculture, anime/cartoons, and the old internet. been a while since i did an intro, and I don't particularly enjoy my current one. so, i thought i'd fix that!

but before i get into it, lemme begin with some ground rules:

DNI if you are/support ANY of the following:

a proshipper or whatever that means tbh (like...pedophilic, incestuous, or shipping an abuser with their victim. the weird n gross shit. you got common sense, use it.)

a terf/truscum/transmed/transphobic in any way

anti-palestine (however, that doesn't give you the right to be an anti-semite, that shit ain't cool)

Are a pro-lifer, this is a pro-choice zone babie

anti-neopronouns

ableist

a MAP/YAP, get that pedo shit outta here

a neo-nazi/on some type of white supremecist shit

a zoophile

generally anything gross that I did not mention here!

...they gone now? yeah? cool, let's rock n' roll. (quick heads up for flashing blinkies/images, and eyestrain. that's gonna be a constant on this blog.)

name: raka/jackson/izzy

age: 17

DOB: 07/14/2007

pronouns: she/he/they

current hyperfixation: YU-GI-OH!!!!

favorite color: hot pink/red/neon green

favorite song: party like a millionaire - millionaires/i also like genres like rock, electronic, and pop

favorite games: sims (4 and 3), touhou project, legend of zelda, smash bros

hobbies: scouring the internet, watching anime, drawing, spending time w/ my bf

favorite food: menudo!! my nanny (that's what I call my grandma ^^;) makes it for me occasionally and on my bday nearly every year

dislikes: assholes, unnecessary internet discourse, instagram comments, my horrible sleep schedule (help lol)

favorite movie(s): yugioh the movie: pyramid of light, bill and ted's excellent adventure, idle hands

likes: the night, old internet vibes, art, magical girls (SAILOR MOON), scene kid stuff

loves: my dad and my partner!!!

rando facts: i'm half mexican :] i wanna learn more spanish to be in touch with my mom's side of the family. i've only ever finished one anime despite starting a few, and that would be Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. even though i'm on ep 27 of the 2003 version of FMA (it's on hold since it isn't my current fixation), i honestly prefer it. my favorite vocaloids are hatsune miku and kagamine rin and len! now if we're talking utauloids: yokune ruko and kasane teto.

my tags:

#raka's sauce (my art)

#other people's awesome sauce (reblogged art)

#raka reblogs!

#raka's brain dump

#raka's cc finds!!

so, i'm raka. i've lurked around the internet for a little while now--since I was about five. restricted internet access? don't know her. i only started really participating in online communities when i was about 10, on quotev and amino (rip, it was a shitshow but i had a good time for the most part). at some point i just kinda...fell off of trying to find internet spaces? it didn't really feel fun anymore, y'know? i went back to lurking, looking at stuff i enjoyed/making things in silence.

well, fuck that. if i wanna have fun, i'm gonna make it fun. i love drawing, i always have!! i've been drawing since i was about five or six. it's always been an escape for me during REALLY rough times--it made me happy to draw my favorite characters, and even create my own! i love interacting with fandom spaces too, finding folks who are into the same stuff i am. connecting with strangers is fun, when you don't really know anybody irl who shares your exact interests!

i wanna make/reblog fandom art on here, and maybe make moots/friends. i also have OCs i love and adore that i'd like to share--with lore, of course.

i hope y'all have a wonderful day or night!!! take care of yourselves!!!

with all that said, blinkie/stamp dump time!!! a further insight of myself, if you will

sources for a few stamps:

Mel-Rosey on Deviantart

StarriiChan on Deviantart

kas7ia on Deviantart

blinkies.cafe for blinkies

YukiMiyasawa on Deviantart | another stamp from them

hissatsugirl on Deviantart

Papikari on Deviantart

Magica-28 on Deviantart

RaptureCyner on Deviantart

and feel free to hmu on other things such as:

discord - rakassauce

artfight

spacehey (i need to finish up my profile :/ sorry for mess)

instagram

[monsterfactoryfanfic]

my friend and i are planning to co-GM a heart campaign specifically because of your heart video! i watched it initially because i love the southern reach trilogy (and all of your video essays tbh) and i was so enamored with heart that i linked the video to my friend who immediately bought both heart and spire and now we're reading the book together so we can run it for our group.

some of my other favorites of your videos are your apocalypse keys video (great analysis of an incredible game), your video on beak, feather, and bone (which fascinated my partner, who works in GIS and does Maps for a living AND inspired me to buy it from my local game store!), and of course your video on hamlet and we are but worms, which is probably one of the coolest/most fun TTRPG video essays i've ever seen

thank you for making such engaging video essays and being one of my favorite people creating stuff about TTRPGs. every time you put out something new i get excited because i know it's going to be interesting, well-made, and make me think about TTRPGs in a new way

Hey thank you so much for letting me know!!! It's truly hard to tell what impact my videos have, especially since I have such a relatively small reach in terms of Youtube, so messages like this are really good to hear. Thanks for watching my stuff!

[moonlitkata]

i've been clowning so hard. the way i knew they'd do sam dirty and i STILL got blindsided is insane. but genuinely nothing in p3 makes sense if she fights and i don't necessarily hate everything about these episodes, so i'm adapting for any canon-centered threads below.

here goes: i hate that she didn't get to fight and as far as this blog is concerned, so does she. the yay you don't have to fight, your training is complete moment made my skin crawl bc it wasn't the move, it was just convenient. there was no actual choice involved on her part. that score board made the choice for her. sam wanted her moment. she wanted that fair fight. but she knew the biggest goal of this final fight was to take the big bad off the map and she was suddenly not in a position to help do that anymore. of course the best case scenario was c.k. and don't get me wrong, she was supportive all the way through because she knows and cares about the people who put on those gis, but she was disappointed that her last tournament ended with her on the sidelines. it's hardly an all smiles moment.

now, because i know we're way too fun to succumb to canon and my moots will probably disregard or have robby's injury be less detrimental in order to have him fight and win, i will have a verse where that is the case. in this verse, sam will fight and lose to tory ( tory wants the win way more than her and that's just a fact ). only then, she can peacefully be in those bleachers cheering her on without having this tournament remain a big unanswered question in her life. only then she can take a page from canon robby's book and know she did her best, refusing to allow the loss to shape her thoughts about herself anymore. because she's already been there and she's not going back.

[clementine-kesh]

In your opinion, if your degree is in geospatial information systems is it better to get a minor in something more environmental like watershed so you can do that specific type of mapping better or get a minor in computer science which will have more general use?

imo both are good options so ultimately it depends on what you want to do with your degree after you graduate. an environmental focused minor would set you up better for a consultant, analyst, or planner position in that particular field while a cs minor would set you up better for working for a gis company doing software development. i haven’t noticed any difference in job prospects between the people i know who did the former and those who did the latter, but that depends a lot on your region. like, i did my undergrad in british columbia where there’s a ton of environment-related jobs available but of course that’s not the case everywhere, so if you’re concerned about finding a job in a particular location it can’t hurt to do some research into what sort of positions are hiring there. also if your school offers a co-op program definitely take it! it’ll help you figure out what you like in a job and make you tons of connections.

hope this helps and good luck with your degree!

[weekendviking]

1800 Ghosts, and counting.

So, 1800 or so ghosts live in my brain. I put them there, not on purpose, but they lodged in my mind during the course of my daily work as I found them, checked, referenced, located and georeferenced their ends. Most are pretty quiet, and really only pop up when I do something that specifically reminds me of them. But some of them are quite active, and pop into my head whenever I pass near where they died or touch on some aspect of the subject of their death.

They all died in some sort of landslide, avalanche, debris flow or rockfall, both natural or anthropogenic. Some of them I know next to nothing about. Others of them I know how they died, graphically, medically accurate details in both time, place, physics and biology. At length. Some I stood nearby as they were exhumed. I Smelt them, I stood by as they took their last journey. I looked into the faces of those who had to find, pack, lift and move them. Very occasionally I have to talk to their families. I'm not good at that.

Some of them are close relatives and ancestors of mine, but most are not. They are just people, who were doing the things that just people do.

But having them there, and knowing their story, stories, makes me a bit twitchy. There are some areas of my country, towns, cities, mountains, farmlands, forests, rivers, that I can't be in without thinking of these ghosts. Some of them are so active in my head that certain streets, certain valleys or hills, make me so uncomfortable it feels like there's someone with a rifle focussed on me, just out of sight. Because I know how dangerous the geography is, and who died there, when, and how often. Often in graphic detail.

Most of the time I'm not close in to these ghosts unless there's a major emergency response, which I am part of. Most of the work is dry, digital, old documents, GIS software, geomorphology and weather and rainfall and rock strata and pore pressure and earthquake and clay and Gravity. Gravity.

I _Enjoy_ this work. I do it for public service, because it leads into maps, risks, hazards, fatality risks, etc, making things safer for people in the future. But it leaves ghosts in my head. So I'm a bit fucked up by it.

So I now look at the people who do this day in, day out, for our soulless social media landscape. The contracted mechanical turks behind the trust and security teams, the people who classify images and videos and media behind the term 'AI' (and what an ugly term that is, because there is not yet any AI worthy of the name), as it hoses through our social media feeds straight from warzones and every other zone where something awful happens, and think how much worse this is than what I do, for better money, shorter hours, and with actual recourse to professional medical help when I need it:

Outsourcing the hard bits to where it's cheaper, to where the jurisdiction is more lenient, to where it raises less waves, is not going to help anyone in the long run. It's abdication of our own humanity made possible by corporate structure.