#MADE Responsibly 998

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SCORE THAT GOAL! — 4. yes captain!

(wc: 998)

it was already 11, and you took that as your cue to finally make your way to the gym. you had planned to wait a few minutes in case you were the first one there. and as you neared the sports gym, you could hear the echoing voices of what you assumed to be the other applicants. you took a deep breath, giving yourself a small pep talk before you opened the doors leading to the inside of the gym.

“hello, you must be here to join the football club, right?” a voice spoke from next to you, full of anticipation and what you guessed was also expectations. it resulted in you flinching up a bit, quickly turning to your left to face the source of the voice.

you couldn’t help but slightly gape as you made eye contact with the black haired boy, who stared at you with a surprised expression after seeing you flinch. “y-yeah..” you answered his questioning. you couldn’t understand why you suddenly felt so nervous, but the boy picked up on it and gave a small smile in return.

“coach is currently getting some extra pens. he suggested we keep those who are signing up busy, wanna play?” he nodded his head back to the spacious gym. your eyes skimmed over the countless of pairs playing varieties of games with the ball they had. “sure.” you nodded, following the boy who started walking towards the corner of the gym where a basket of different balls laid.

“i’m lee jeno, by the way.” he crouched down, inspecting each of the balls and pushing into them, presumably looking for one that wasn’t deflated. “nice to meet you, jeno. i’m (—)” you introduced back, earning a hum back as a response. “alright, should we do kick ups and see how many we can do each?” jeno suggested excitedly.

you were so captivated by the way he was smiling at you, his eyes slowly glazing as the light on the ceiling reflected onto them. so distracted that you ignored his question. “hello?” jeno tilted his head, wondering if you had heard him. “oh! yeah sorry, sure let’s do that.” you apologised. the embarrassment hit you when you realised that jeno definitely saw you staring.

“i’ll start.” jeno spoke, the two of you walking to a more emptier side of the gym. you nodded and watched him place the ball down onto the ground. it only hit you then that you had no idea what kick ups even meant as you watched jeno tie his shoe laces. you copied him, feeling pressured.

soon enough, jeno started the game. rolling the ball back with the sole of his shoe before flicking it up into the air. it took him a while before the ball had reached a comfortable level to kick it properly. “start the count.” he told you, and you complied, counting the times the ball went up before it reached down again.

“34.. wow..” you were amazed and jeno couldn’t hold the smile that was forming on his face back. “this isn’t even my best, i just haven’t done this in a while.” he picked the ball back up with one hand, his other grazing through the black locks on his head. “your turn.” he handed you the ball, and panic filled your body.

you eyed the ball as if it was a foreign object, which it kinda was. you never actually played football, the most you did was see it on tv while your dad would be watching it. holding the ball into your hand, you realised that you should’ve thought this more through.

jeno eyed your frozen figure, sensing that something was wrong. he was about to comment before you beat him to it and placed the ball down like he had. you tried recalling the exact motions he had done, rolling the ball back with the tip of your shoe and lifting it up.

unfortunately, the ball didn’t go up like jeno’s did. instead it flung forward, hitting jeno’s chest. you gasped, quickly reaching forward to check if he was alright. “i’m so sorry!” you apologised, though jeno seemed fine. he shook his head. “it’s alright, try again.” he encouraged, handing you the ball back. you looked back at the ball in your hands, mentally sighing as you retried the action.

“not to sound mean, but you’re really bad at this.” jeno chuckled awkwardly after your 5th attempt. the two of you decided to take a break. “i know…” you rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment. “so is there a reason why you want to join the football club?” jeno asked as he placed the football under his arm.

from what you had heard, (stalking jisung’s twitter page) you were aware that lee jeno was a close friend of jisung. the thought of honestly telling him your intentions was crossing your mind. maybe he could potentially help you? but a larger part of you didn’t want to take any risks, so you opted to lying instead.

“eh, i was interested. the sport seems fun.” you smiled at jeno, hoping your tone was convincing enough for him. but the chuckle he let out made you doubt it. “it is fun. as the captain it’s even more fun to see my team get hit on by others, you should see it for yourself.” jeno responded back. the coach had returned to the gym by then, asking everyone to come to the front. jeno sent you a sly grin before walking ahead towards the rest.

lee jeno wasn’t naive.

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notes ; looks like i wrote a lot but it rlly wasn’t that much but i’m planning on making jeno y/n wingman kinda

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A Sibling Chat

Naoise and Kieran have a conversation. For @ofviolentdeath

Words: 998

“Why are you threatening people in my home?” 

Kieran is eating breakfast when Naoise barges into his kitchen. But it’s only fair. Kieran had ambushed Blake in a not-dissimilar fashion.

He sets down his tea and gives Naoise his full attention. It’s the only way to handle this. “I’m not threatening just anyone who enters your home and you know it. And I am fairly certain you know exactly why I made the threat.”

Naoise scowls and sits, uninvited, at the table, reaching over to steal one of the berries from his brother’s plate. Kieran doesn’t even pretend like he’ll try to stop him. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Do you really? I’d think you’d prefer I not say it, actually.”

“Since when do you hold back your true opinions?”

“Are you going to listen to what I have to say? Because I see no point in saying it if the answer is no.”

“I’ll listen.”

“Hearing it and internalizing it are not the same thing and you’re well aware of that.”

Naoise shrugs in response. There’s no argument he can give against that that isn’t a lie.

Kieran lets out a sigh. Fine. They can play this game. Kieran will tell him and Naoise will ignore him and it will turn into a giant mess. This is how they operate now, apparently. He holds Naoise’s gaze, unflinching, and says, “I think Blake will break your heart and I do not know if you can handle that.”

“And what does Nuala think?” He has no doubt they discussed it long before Kieran made his move.

“You know what she thinks.”

“Do I?”

Kieran gives him a pointed look. “Take a guess.”

Fair enough. He probably does know what she thinks. “Something about a pet?”

“A pet that you’ve let too far off the leash, to be exact.”

It’s an important distinction and an alarming one. He’ll have to do something about that, but he needs to do something about this first. One sibling at a time. “Thank you for clarifying.” He knew. He knew that Nuala would be a problem, but that bit of information has made her a bigger issue in his mind than he expected.

“I do not wish to see you broken, Naoise.” He knows that asking about Nuala is a quick and easy way to dodge the point of the conversation, but if Naoise insists they have this discussion, they’re going to have it.

“What makes you think he’s going to break me?”

That isn’t a denial of it and he wonders if Naoise even can deny it. Or does he also think it’s a possibility? “You do. You’ve changed. And if I’ve noticed it, I’m sure others have too. Either he will die and it will ruin you or he will leave and it will ruin you. I do not think there’s an option where he falls in love with you and you get to be happy.”

“What makes you think I want that?”

“I do not think you would have put in the effort to be… less fae, if you did not want something from him. If you did not want his opinion of you to change for the better.”

“Is friendship not reason enough?”

“Is it? It might be for some, but I don’t know if it is for you.” Kieran knows Naoise has always been picky about his friends. He has allies, of course, but his friends number in Neva and, if Kieran is generous with the term, Ki-moon. Maybe Howell, if that particular fae is capable of friendship. Maybe Tiaothin, if she isn’t scheming something herself. So if Kieran is counting the ones he knows for certain won’t betray Naoise? It’s only Neva.

“It could be.”

Which is neither a yes nor a no, but it’s likely the only answer Kieran is getting on that front.

Naoise steals another berry from his plate. “I am… trying not to be possessive about this–” Which in and of itself is a reason to be having this conversation. Naoise wouldn’t have cared about something like that once. “--but Blake is… if not mine, he is my business. And I would appreciate it if you let me make my own choices and decisions where he is concerned. I know that you feel you owe me a debt and I won’t make light of that, but do not expect to repay it through Blake. Whether he does or does not break my heart, I certainly knew what I was getting into from the start and how I handle it is on me.”

“He’s… an odd one.” Under different circumstances, Kieran might even like the other. But he doesn’t trust anyone who grew up in the mortal realm. He’s not sure he ever can.

“Yes. I rather like it about him. It’s refreshing, if sometimes infuriating or alarming. Did you know there are fae who grew up on the mortal side that don’t know the rules of hospitality?”

“I’m sorry. There are what?” Kieran almost doesn’t believe that, except that Naoise can’t lie so it must be true. It’s… disconcerting at best.

His brother nods. “Isn’t it strange to think about?”

“Bizarre.” Naoise reaches for his food again and this time Kieran bats his hand away. “I make no promises not to intervene if he hurts you on purpose. If it’s unintentional, I will leave it be. That is the line I’m willing to draw.”

Naoise sighs and stands. “Not ideal, but I will take the victories I can get. Especially now that I know I need to be concerned about Nuala.”

“If you wish to avoid her interference, you may want to talk to her sooner rather than later. Or you may wish to not bring it up at all. Hard to say which is the better course of action.”

“I suppose I will figure it out.”

“Best of luck.” 

Naoise nods a thanks before leaving Kieran to enjoy his day off.

[tinycurlyfry]

A few post-workday One Piece episodes before I draw myself some Denjiro eye candy~ 

As always I am containing my liveblogged stream of consciousness under the ‘read more’.

Episode 997 -

Someone start playing ‘This is war’ by 30 seconds to mars, the samurai surrounding Kaido and the others still loyal to Oden rushing the palace give me those vibes. 

Law’s deliberate slow walk through the palace while everyone’s running ahead. He thinks he’s so fucking cool. I love the (lack of) energy he brings lmaoo. Like, Kid was just walking too but Law is going so fucking slow. There is nothing casual about his walk.

Man I’m sure glad there are so many full-moon nights in the One Piece world gjslfggjskldfg- I only half joke, I love that the Minks get to go Sulong Feral-mode on Jack and his troops. They deserve the payback. Hope they absolutely destroy them.

Episode 998 - 

OH OKAY!!!! ADA BOY SANJI!!! My god he truly is either being the absolute worst or the best and there’s no in-between. That was pretty damn cool of him. I am SO HERE for a Sanji vs King fight. I’m so interested in King. I wanna know more about him. I wanna see fire fight fire. Awww Sanji saying Momo’s self-introduction was cool as hell and gave him chills- BOY stop making my opinions of you so fucking complicated I swear. Oh I’m loving this fight already. 

Luffy screaming after his crewmates when he sees them take a visceral blow will also HIT ME. His voice sounds so raw. It always truly sounds like someone who watching a loved one get hurt.

“Because he’s my son” “Your father’s on his way!” Oh, oh my god. Yamato is really serious about kinning Oden gjkslfgjkfg Love that for him. I support him. This is going to be so awkward for Momo lmaooo

Big Mom at Luffy “You always spoil other’s fun.” I disagree, I think Luffy’s crashing of the wedding/tea party was VERY fun. Like, him setting loose a bunch of feral animals made to be identical to him on the party? Bursting out of and knocking over the largest cake in the world? Very fun. You just had a stick up your ass about it because you couldn’t eat your cake.

JGSKLFGJ BIG MOM’S BLAST JUST BARELY MISSING SASAKI CUZ HIS ASS IS STILL TIED TO THE TREE. Denjiro has a sense of humor leaving him like that after his power move reveal. 

Nami gaslighting, girlbossing, manipulating Zeus. Go girl go~

Brook and Franky just jamming out and singing together on the motorcycle. My god their vibes are spectacular. Law wishes he made cool look as effortless as they did. This is my new favorite thing. Best duo. Underrated dynamic. Everyone wishes they were even a fraction as cool as Franky and Brook are. Unmatched. 

Franky after slamming his motorcycle into an emperor of the sea who is the size of a building “Oops, I think I ran over something!” FRANKY I LOVE YOU

NAMI CALLING HIM BIG BRO IN RESPONSE TO THEM INTERCEPTING BIG MOM!!!! AAAAAAHHHHH YES! I didn’t know I needed Franky being a big bro to Nami but I do now! Franky is the best big bro weird uncle dad. He is everything.

Episode 999 -

Everyone just absolutely stunned by Franky and Brook and Luffy’s just like ‘That’s what I’d expect from them HAHAHAHA”

Awww Momo crying ;;;;; This boy is so shaken up. He’s been through so much oh my god. He can’t do anything but tremble and cry he’s so shaken up. My whole heart goes out to him.

Love luffy swinging in just long enough to go “Hey, yeah, Yamato’s a friend! You can trust him! Okay bye!” and then launching himself away again. 

JGKLFDJGLK YAMATO INTRODUCING HIMSELF TO MOMO AND SHINOBU AS KOZUKI ODEN!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS! JSKLFJG THIS IS A MESS AND I’M HERE FOR IT! Yes Yamao, introduce yourself- to a boy who just lost his father only like a few months ago in his perspective- as his father. Please never stop being such an agent of chaos.

Franky and Brook just lounging on the motorcycle waiting for Big Mom to get back up, while everyone else (even enemies) get the fuck out of there because they know she’s about to go ballistic. Franky and Brook truly the coolest motherfuckers around. 

Franky’s attention immediately leaving Big Mom (again, an emperor of the sea) who is right in front of him because he sees his little brothers being messed with by massive giants ;;;; God Franky is such a good big bro. Best dad bro.

MOM AND DAD ARE HERE!!!! HELL YEAH ROBIN AND JINBE!!!!

Episode 1000 (!!!!!) -

ORIGINAL OPENING! ORIGINAL OPENING! HELL FUCKING YES! It’s so fun to see the opening with the updated wano art and character designs. They are not the same pirates they were way back in the East Blue, but they also haven’t changed in who they are ;;;v;;;

“My alleged best friend” Oh yeah?! I swear Denjiro is so fascinating to me. I wanna know so much more about his time being “a part of” Orochi’s forces. I wanna know if he actually grew to like some of them or if he was just seething with hatred under a friendly front. I wanna know. I wanna pick at his brain. I like that to Sasaki Denjiro’s actions was a personal betrayal. Him saying he doesn’t care about Wano’s history - this long history of hatred and vengeance. But to Denjiro it’s entirely about the history. His betrayal was a part of something that’s so much bigger than Sasaki. To Denjiro his betrayal wasn’t about Sasaki at all, just that Sasaki is on the side of the villains, but to Sasaki he was betraying him personally because he believed them to be friends. Truly a parallel to Kanjuro and the Red Scabbards.

AWWW THIS WHOLE SEQUENCE BETWEEN LUFFY AND ZORO. I love how seamless their actions are together. I love Luffy jumping off the rail knowing Zoro will make it to him. The small smiles on their faces as they jump off, and then the grins as Zoro grabs onto him in the air. OHP, and now they’re in a dino mouth gjsklfg welp, guess that means we got a long number of episodes to go before they actually get up there huh? I kid, but also knowing one piece fights probably accurate.

JGKLJFGSKLG THE ROBOT TRANSFORMATION EJECTING USOPP AND CHOPPER BECAUSE ONLY ONE PERSON PILOTS THE GENERAL. God that’s such a sibling move. Franky you’re a jerk lmaooo they were so excited too

Oof Sanji’s mixed feelings about his raid suit being so powerful. I’m glad you’re okay tho bud.

I understand that they wanted to do a cool tribute montage for each of the straw hats and their biggest moments in the series, but I did admittedly skip through it. It’s like. half the episode.

Okay but the cinematic scene of them all gathering together? Luffy looking like the captain/leader he is? Very good. Chef’s kiss. Beautiful.

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 13

Word Count:  998

Warnings:  angst

Mandy’s POV

"Come on," I giggled, "we're gonna be late."

He stopped me as we reached the steps. None of he bikes were there yet, but a bunch of cars were. He pushed me up against the frame of the house and kissed me. I melted into his touch. When he pulled away, I frowned.

"Come on," he jokingly mocked, "we'll be late."

I pulled him back to me by his kutte and he smirked. I bit my lip, "I love you, Juan Carlos Ortiz."

"I love you too, Amanda Morrow."

He pulled away again but grabbed my hand. We were met by a few sweet butts opening the door. They ignored Juice. "Gemma's looking for you Mandy."

Shit.

I cursed under my breath and let go of Juice's hand. Inside Gemma was ordering some more sweet butts around. She smiled when she saw me, "oh thank god you're here. Tara's supposed to bring the salad. But she hasn't shown up yet. I need you to start setting the table."

"Where's the kids?"

"Mikey's watching Rizario, Cain, and Declan," she replied quickly, opening the oven to check on the roast, "come on sweetie. It's all out there. The table just needs set. You and Juice do it."

I shrugged and went out to the dining room and began setting the table.

I smiled when I felt Juice wrap his arms around me and settle on my hips, "wanna try sneaking off to your old room before everyone else gets here?"

He playfully kissed my neck. I stopped setting the table and closed my eyes, "JC you do not want to play that game with your pregnant girlfriend."

"My fully legal pregnant girlfriend," he said, nipping at the sweet spot on my neck. I stifled a moan as the front door slammed behind us, “shit.”

"You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago with the salad!" Gemma growled. I turned slightly to see Tara and her beginning to argue. I groaned as they made their way out to us.

"I'll catch up with you later...where's Rizario?"

Mikey's watching the kids." I said, nodding my head towards Alicia's old room. He kissed my cheek and headed that way. I turned around to see Tara and Gemma glaring at Lyla.

"Oh, great we're serving hand jobs for desserts."

A very distressed Lyla looked at Gemma before putting the dish down that she'd made and storming out. I looked at Kenny, Ellie, and Piper, "go down the hall and find Juice."

The kids nodded and I turned towards them, "That's the only person that's been able to pick up the pieces with Opie. So you two angry bitches better stop taking it out on her."

Tara looked at me, pissed as all hell, "what did you just call me?"

"You heard me," I growled, stepping up to her, "mom wants everyone to come together, and you're so busy playing like you're better than everyone, you're tearing us more apart."

Mom looked at me, then at Tara.  I could see the guilt on her face.

"I'm gonna go see if I can convince her to come back in," I said slowly, "whatever issues you want to push onto someone else, Tara, save it for your job. Not regular people trying to live their lives."

I didn't wait for a response. I ran after Lyla. She had already pushed past Ope and Jax, "your girlfriend is a real bitch. Ope the kids are with Juice and Mikey. You take them home. I'll catch up with Lyla."

Ope nodded, and Jax grabbed my arm, "be nice to Tara."

"Tell her to be nice to Lyla," I growled, "it's the least you could do for covering this shit up."

I could see the pain in his eyes. He knew that I knew. I ripped my arm from him and chased after Lyla. She was crying in her car. I sighed. I knew what it was like to feel unaccepted and unloved. Slowly, I made my way to the passenger's side and knocked on the window.  She wiped her tears and turned the car on to unlock the door.

"Hey," I said slowly, "are you okay?"

She shook her head, "I just...I don't get why she's such a bitch to me."

"Trust me," I said with a shrug, "they're just wary of you...I wouldn't take it personally."

She opened the door and I got into the seat next to her.

"Amanda, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "you can call me Mandy."

"You're Juice's girlfriend?"

"Yeah. And one of Clay's daughters."

"That's why they're nice to you."

"They kind of have to," I said with a smirk, "they're not so kind to JC though."

"They're meaner than some of the girls that work for Luann."

"Forget those bitches," I said, trying to comfort her, "Lyla, can I be honest with you?"

"Please," she said in a huff, "I feel like everyone is either a cunt, or walking on eggshells with me."

"You're the first person that Opie has even shown interest in," I admitted, "ever since Donna died, it was like a part of him did too. His mom came down to make sure the kids were taken care of...and then he came across you...it seems like he's slowly coming back to life..."

"We just get each other."

"I think he likes you," I replied, "the others—Tara, my mom, the crow eaters—they all can see Opie is interested in you."

"He's not," she said, shaking her head, "he jus-"

"Lyla," I said, reaching across the gearshift and taking a hand, "he is. That's why they're going after you. You are doing something that not even the club could do for him. Helping him live...that's a gift...I think they're just worried you'll try and take him away."

"I wouldn't," she said. It sounded like a desperate promise, "I wouldn't even think of it. I know Ope loves the club."

"I know," I smiled, "we just gotta show them that." 

Chapter 14

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Overnight Camp

Overnight Camp 

Title: The Magic of Overnight Camp: Building Memories and Character

Summer camp holds a special place in the hearts of many. The very mention of it often conjures images of crackling campfires, thrilling adventures in the great outdoors, and lifelong friendships forged amidst shared experiences. Among the various types of camps, overnight camps stand out for their immersive and transformative nature. Here's a closer look at why kids—and even their parents—fall in love with overnight camp.

Independence and Growth

One of the most significant benefits of overnight camp is the opportunity for children to develop independence and self-reliance. Away from the familiar comforts of home, they learn to navigate new environments, make decisions, and solve problems on their own. From pitching tents to participating in group activities, every task fosters a sense of autonomy and personal responsibility.

In a world that seems increasingly digital and disconnected, the timeless tradition of overnight camp stands as a beacon of authentic human connection and personal growth. For generations, children have packed their bags, said goodbye to their parents, and embarked on journeys filled with adventure, camaraderie, and self-discovery..;;

The essence of overnight camp lies in its ability to foster independence, resilience, and lifelong friendships. Away from the comforts of home, campers learn to navigate new environments, make decisions, and solve problems on their own. Whether it's conquering a fear of heights on the ropes course or working together to build a campfire, every challenge becomes an opportunity for personal growth.

The benefits of overnight camp extend far beyond the summer months. Research has shown that camp experiences contribute to the development of essential life skills such as communication, teamwork, and leadership. Campers return home with a newfound sense of confidence and resilience, better equipped to navigate the complexities of the modern world.

In a world that often feels fragmented and divided, overnight camp remains a beacon of hope and unity. It is a place where children can be themselves, explore their passions, and forge connections that transcend barriers of age, background, and belief. As the sun sets on another summer at camp, the memories made and lessons learned will continue to shape the lives of campers for years to come.

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In the old days, there were no restrictions on the words of a government official, so how could they be punished? Because I had poor qualifications and could not fulfill my duties while sitting in the position of Prime Minister unjustly, I made people with lower official positions discuss the wrong things about politics and edification, and it is all my fault. Jung Woo-Hyun's opinion is indeed appropriate and deserves commendation. 《History of Goryeo》, Volume 94 Seongjong took these words right and appointed Jeong Woo-hyeon as the governor, and also awarded Seo-hee a generous prize for helping her come to her senses. An anecdote showing Seohee's principle-oriented attitude and sense of responsibility. He was an upright bureaucrat with an attitude that valued these principles and a sense of responsibility, in addition to having the ability to grasp the international situation and a strategic perspective, so he went to the negotiations as an envoy to Ganghwa, where no one supported him, and took the initiative in negotiations with bold actions even at the position of the Geotan army. could have caught

After the meeting, he was forced to lie down in the 15th year of King Seongjong's reign, and was treated at a temple called Gaekguksa (開國寺). Seongjong personally went to visit Seohee and did his best to help Seohee recover, but in 997, Seongjong passed away first, and Seohui died at the age of 57 in 998, the year after Seongjong's death. His son, Seonul, also rose to the position of prime minister and became a great family with three generations serving as prime ministers while alive. After his death, all three generations enjoyed the honor of being enshrined in Jongmyo together with the king. but did not have children. Many people evaluate him as a diplomat as a national planner and strategist who laid the foundation for victory in the Yuyao War, but in fact, Dagger is the person who presented the biggest draft of the war. Likewise, Zhang Liang can be said to be comparable to Zhang Liang only in the Rui Yao War in that he presented a sketch of the future world to Liu Bang. He usually appears as a person who defeated the first invasion of the Khitan, but as the appointed professor mentioned, he is actually a person who can be said to be the best meritorious subject throughout the war against the Khitan. During the subsequent Yuyao War, great generals such as Yang Gyu and Kang Gam-chan were active, but if Seo Hui had not fortified this area, they would not have been able to play an active role, and Gaegyeong could have been captured several times during the Yuyao War. Until now, he was excellent at negotiations and speech to the extent that he was synonymous with a great diplomat, but above all, he was an excellent strategist and eminent minister with a long-term strategic eye and a view of the great power. Of course, this is the most important skill that a diplomat should have, but putting forward only a certain status as a diplomat for Seo-hee may make it difficult to properly evaluate Seo-hee's achievements.[19] The world knows that there were Goo Jun and Bupil[20] in Han Gat Song, but they do not know that Seo Hee existed in Goryeo. If it wasn't for Seohee's plan at the time, how could the land in the north of Jeolryeong be preserved? 《Yeosajegang》[21] Volume 3 Seongjonggi Gyesa Seongjong 12th year

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Non-Fungible Tokens - Marketplace and their predominant features

The world has been witnessing a gradual change in technology that is meant to make life easier for the user. In that line, the modern revision of that page lays its responsibility in the hands of Web3 creation, and its byproduct, NFT.  These Non-Fungible Tokens are the cryptographic tokens that can prove ownership of the assets, with authentication made easy anytime. Also, trading these massive NFTs available in mountaineering numbers requires a designated trading platform called NFT Marketplace. This blog will give a glimpse of the features that make up a best NFT Marketplace regardless of its niche. 

NFT Standard Protocol

NFTs are built over the blockchain technology that can maintain, manage and synchronise the data of the asset to the nodes on the network for future verification. That is, in order to create these popular NFTs, the tech savvies use a set of standards like ERC-721, ERC-1155, ERC-998, ERC-4610, etc. The main standard of these digital assets is created using the smart contracts on the basis of their unique pieces of token information. These can be their degree of rarity, time of being minted, and of course, their popularity and credibility. However, the usual NFT standard is ERC-721, for they have the characteristic to store all the metadata and transaction history of the asset on the blockchain itself. 

Significant Features that make up a successful NFT Marketplace

Shopfront or the NFT Dashboard

Advanced Search Filter Options 

Filters for NFT Categories

Trading NFTs

Buying and Auction NFTs

Cryptocurrency Wallet

Push Notifications

Reviews and Ratings

Closing Thoughts! For a user to have one of the best NFT marketplaces, there are a lot of things that they must note. Some of them are NFT applications that the platform is ready to avail its users, a never-second attitude in the functionality, result-driven trading mechanisms, multip-support wallet and payment gateways, and a perfect combination of aesthetic interface and lucrative assets. If you are looking for a specialised marketplace, you can always divert your attention to multiple other niches of the NFT-based platforms!

[kenjiro-kun]

Hololive: Ministry and Myth

Prologue

Words: 998

My interpretation of hololive lore with some inspiration from the community!

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Time was a complex structure that only some knew how to tame. An immortality, the pressure of knowing all relevance to the forever working clock, the timer counting down to the life of many who suffered from their own misfortunes. The two who could manipulate didn’t cross paths, stayed at a distance, working on their own benefits from being created with such power. Being birthed from a god, they held no value to mortal lives who struggle to survive on Earth with such naive mindsets. One even deemed them amusing toys, and the other ignored them completely.

Krono, the man of time, was in control of his own council while his counterpart was an eye of the table. He foresaw certain events flash in his mind the second his feet touched the Earth, and he believed it was his duty to prevent, but not tamper with the visions. He set up rules for his members to follow and it was up to them to discipline themselves to obey his command. He didn’t see them as excuses as his counterpart would criticize in her mind of his abuse of power. The members didn’t mind such rules, but even god’s creations can change their minds.

The most emphasized rule of all: The members should not interact, directly or vaguely, with humans under any circumstances unless specifically told to do otherwise. There were many rules as Krono couldn’t handle the thought of a world destroyed by the emotions his members felt. He would blame himself, even though the others have their own responsibilities.

But, during the early days, the rule only specifically reached the members of Chaos, Space, Time and Nature. Krono had to adapt as civilization was growing into a modern society which came the Guardian. The quiet, sharp-tough bookworm who seems to think faster than his words, brought a surprise to the council, more so Krono who seemed annoyed by the newly gained member. Though he trusted the one in charge, he kept his distance. The others were excited, messing around with him, reading the journal he brought with him, but just the same as Krono, someone else kept their distance. Nature, Faun, who was disgusted by the Guardian for not protecting the world the civilization lived on. The many events that tarnished the growing land, destroying his soul, Faun only held grudges, deep and forever standing.

The creatures and greens who could help provide Earth life, but the one truly protecting it from destruction was Space–San, who controls the masses of the products that came from the whole universe. Floating big, eyes that reached to the end of the void, he was the almighty force of stopping ultimate death and sacrifice. But he can become lazy and childish in which Krono would instruct him to do daily scouts of the universe to ensure safety. He may not care for the mortal lives, but it would make him look bad if he were to neglect them entirely. He had a job to do, and he wasn’t going to let his members make it harder for him.

One already tests the patience of Krono, but Chaos used his duty as an excuse to tease and torment his members. Taking the presence of a rat, same with the Guardian who took the presence of an owl, he was always snooping around. He scared many members, jumping at them at the right moment, but consequently he would also get scared, which made his soul leave his body. San found that more amusing than anyone else and was the culprit to his sudden fainting.

Through the years of isolation, and against his own rules, Krono happened to meet one human who managed to find herself in the void of time. He noticed her blonde hair shimmered under his glare, her coat clinging to her body as her breath showed itself in the cold air. She shivered, but she was determined to find an escape, to find an answer to Time. He found that amusing, chuckling at her desperation, but once her eyes locked onto his, he impossibly shivered at the slight. She told him how his counterpart pushed her away, and he interrupted her story.

“What business does a human want with Time?” Krono spoke patronizingly at the small woman. She stiffened at the sound of his voice, but straightened her posture. “What makes you believe I would help you, when my counterpart already pushed you away?” He chuckled at her, fixing his glove and bow before turning his head away when she remained silent.

“Wait!” He glanced back at her. “I need to fix her fate.”

“You can’t tamper with what is destined to happen.” Krono cocked his head. “You need to accept the tragedies of life. Many already have.”

She pointed up at him, her hand flattening as her coat jumped at the movement. “You hold so much power and when those who need it come to you for help–you just? You just push them away?!”

Krono smirked, leaning his head down to her level. “You’ve mistaken. You’re the only human brave enough to trample into the void.”

She backed up. “Shouldn’t that count as something?”

He rubbed his chin, questioning the impossibilities that have happened in the matter of an hour she has been here. He lifted up his hand that hovered over his other. With the spin of his finger, a blue and golden swirl brightened the room, and what was left behind when it died was a stopwatch. He held it up by its chain, swinging it in front of her. “You’re right, it does count for something.” He jerked it up into his hand and tossed it over to the human. She catched it and studied the object. When she went to thank the Warden, he was gone and she was alone under a bridge in the middle of a city in Japan.

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Woman of Steel

Summary: Clark askes you to be a big sister? But you've always been the little sister

Pairing: Clark Kent x Daughter!Reader Lois Lane x Kent!Reader Jonathan Kent x Sister!Reader Jordan Kent x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 998

Warnings: Angst, loss of family member, Lex Luthor is a bad dad

Masterlist | Prompt List

Adjusting to Earth-Prime isn’t easy.

You had to get used to having an older female around the house. Lois Lane.

You had to understand the dynamic of this family you’ve practically thrown yourself into.

This Clark Kent may be similar but there were subtle differences. How he had his coffee, this world’s Clark drank the occasional glass of wine after a rough day, the more stern fatherly presence he had.

And the two teenage boys that were younger than you. Jordan and Jonathan.

You chewed lightly on the but of a paint brush as you observed the Lane-Kent family working on the farm. You wanted to see how they worked as a unit, something Father taught you. The boys laughed and joked as they stripped the stalks of their corn, Lois shaking her head at their antics. Clark was nowhere to be found.

“They’re twins but boy are they different” your father’s voice spoke gently, the man sitting beside you on the roof of the home. “Twins?” You raised your eyebrow at him. No Way! “Some things just never change” You smiled, chewing the paint brush once more.

Clark’s curiosity peaked. Why were you so interested in twins? Or the fact the boys were a set of twins? “You know, I think the boys would appreciate someone who’s already gone through the whole concept of Dad’s Superman. Maybe you could look out for them? Like a big sister” Clark suggested, making your heart go insane.

You, the big sister?

…

Lois looked at Clark, knowing his mind was racing with every thought in his head. “What’s wrong? You seem lost” She asked, handing him a glass of wine. “(Y/N)” Clark answered, peaking his wife's interest. “You asked her about the boys?” Lois assumed, knowing about the rooftop conversation.

“She seemed shocked when I told her the boys were twins. Like she didn’t believe it was possible. Then when I asked her to be like ‘the big sister’ it was she…” Clark was at a loss for the right words. “She didn’t think she would be up to it because she’s never had the responsibility?” Lois guessed, looking out the window to see the young woman painting the sunset.

“Exactly” Clark smiled. Lois looked at him, amused at his oblivious mood. “Do you remember when you met Lucy?” Lois asked him. “How could I forget that you hid your baby sister from me for almost two years” Clark remincesd, those were the easier days of his superhero career but not as much of the joy he had right here with his family. “So, what if (Y/N) had a sibling? Or someone who felt like one to her, like you and Jimmy” Lois pointed out.

Clark made the ‘ohhhh’ face.

…

Jordan and Jon helped you unpack, promising not to meddle with your alien tech. It was weird for you, the room that the family gave you was your room back home, only it was more empty.

“Hey, what’s this?” Jon asked, holding the weird blue crystal sculpture from your tech bag. You looked back, smiling fondly at him. “Memory Projector. I made it with my best friend for Grandma Martha” You answered, the memories of sneaking into Luthor Corp late at night with him to build it.

Jordan seemed to be intrigued and took a closer look at the device. “How does it work?” he asked you. “Well, it would work for you two since we share the same half of DNA, but you need to charge it with an ocular ray of energy. Then you put your hand on a crystal and a memory will fill whatever room you're in. Only catch is that you’ll be in a trance, living in the memory” You explained, watching as the boys looked at you in awe.

Yet, the moment you looked down properly you saw him, smiling at you. You quickly composed yourself, hoping the boys didn’t notice. “Come on, I’d say we could get this done before Clark gets home” You smiled, going back to folding your clothes into the drawers.

“How come you don’t call him Dad?” Jon asked you. “It took me almost a year the first time. I could only speak Kryptonese” You told them. “What’s changed?” Jordan asked you, him and Jon coming closer to you.

“I’m on my own”

…

When Jon and Lois investigated John Irons van, they never expected this. “Jon, give me your phone” Lois ordered, staring at the file on the screen. Jon complied, knowing this was important to his mother.

Lois took a picture, sending Clark a quick text.

Later that night the entire Kent family had a meeting. You looked over Jon, making sure no bones were broken or sprained. Jordan helped you, using his hearing to good use like you taught him.

The moment you were finished, you could feel the tension in the room as you sat back down next to Jon. Lois opened her phone, tapping the picture she took on Jon’s phone. “Superman introduces new heroes, Superboy and Superwoman” Lois read before putting the phone on the table for everyone to see.

You looked at her in shock. “Where in Rao’s name did you find this?” You asked, your head spinning. “On John Irons computer” Lois answered. She wasn't mad but almost upset. “I was a failed experiment at the beginning, so there was another, a twin clone. My brother Kon-El, Conner Kent. Even though we were twins, they spent more time developing him to grow up faster. While we both were technically five, he looked fourteen. He adapted quicker to having a parent in our life than I did. I was always the little sister, trying to keep up. Father killed him just before Superman turned.” You explained, holding back the tears, anger and grief.

You’ve gotten good at it, pretending your twin brother’s death didn’t face you. You're the woman of steel, you can’t break down. Not now, not ever!

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im so happy you had fun with that prompt!! i now would like to request a continuation of it 👀 male childhood friend finally finishes all 1000 cranes and confesses to idia. (the papercuts on his fingers hurt, but it will be worth it, maybe. anything for his friend, even if his wish fails and he can never breach that distance)

*incoherent idialiker crying* Thank you for requesting this (post prequel here!)

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word count: 1111- over the limit but shh pretend you didnt see that. im treating myself

#991 comes to be, place right next to its siblings, in their multicolored paper glory. You’d folded... how many of these, today? They were turning into quite the pile near your desk. You tossing the newest addition to it seems to get Idia’s attention away from the handheld console he was busying himself with as he laid down on your bed.

“...another?” He asks, eyes away from the screen for a second. You sigh.

“Yup. That makes it 991.”

Silence. He’s staring without much of an expression. You feel nervous for some reason, like you rarely do around him.

“You’re... really close to the 1000, huh. So you were serious about this.” He mumbles, and goes back to the game. You take another sheet.

“I told you I’d be.” You boast, smug smile on your face that doesn’t really fit how tired your hands feel from the repetitive movements.

Idia steals another glance -- Quicker, like he feels guilty for looking.

“I don’t know if this means you’re crazy,” He starts, stopping for a second to... slay an enemy in the game? Finish his full combo? Who knows. You didn’t. “Or that you really like this person.”

Heat creeps up your neck. You almost want to laugh.

“T...The latter, I guess.” You mutter, and you fold another. Crane #992, you stare at it briefly. The laughing is still stuck in your throat, out of embarrassment or just amusement, you’re not sure.

“You’re still not telling me who it is.” Idia sighs. Does he sound upset? You can’t exactly tell. You’re about to pull another sheet of paper, but your hands protest.

“I said I’d tell you when I finished all of them.” You insist -- Heart beating a little faster, would today be that day? You were so close. You could finish in just a couple minutes, but your breaks between cranes were getting so much longer now. The skin on your fingers is littered with cuts, everything achey and uncomfortable from the effort. “Can’t you wait for, uh... seven more?”

“So I’m hearing about it today?”

Idia actually looks at you now, and for once, you’re the one who’s being flustered. You find that you lack a proper response to it.

“...maybe! Are you even ready for that?” You tease, but there’s little to no bite to it. Ugh, now you’re thinking about it. All the stupid pining had been getting to your head so easily, recently, especially when Idia seems to insist on being close to you even more often. Does that idiot even know what he’s doing? Obviously he does not, but you’ll still ask yourself that question. “You’ve been pestering me since I started.”

“W-Well, I wanna know who my childhood friend is so crazy in love with? The way you act makes me think of a dating sim.” He says, the console leaning on his chest as he looks up at your ceiling. “...that archetype of the pining childhood friend of the protagonist, who never really gets what they want.”

Hey, are you trying to jinx me? “T-That’s not funny, Idia.” You feel your eye twitch. Does this idiot even know what he’s doing? You ask again, this time less amused about his actions. A smirk seems to surge on Idia’s lips.

“Fuhihi, why? Are you scared that’s how you’re gonna end up?” He giggles. Bastard. Jerk. Idiot. “Well, it’s fine, right. If you’re not childhood friends with them then you’re a completely different character. I’ve always thought you fitted the stubborn tsundere better.”

Your stomach is in knots, heart racing. You had been folding while he spoke -- On 994 now.

“...wait. D-Don’t tell me.”

Silence. Idia sits up on the bed, and he stares at you. Your face feels hot. So you’ve noticed? So you’re finally figuring it out? You fold #995.

“...hey, are you...”

“No.” You speak, interrupting him easily. “Five more. Wait for them.”

“T-This isn’t funny. You can’t be joking about that.”

A smile creeps on your face, though your hands begin shaking wildly. “Four more, Idia.” You breathe in deep. So here goes nothing. The paper cuts hurt just a bit less, and you wonder if in these few minutes, they’ll be completely numbed out, or they’ll join the burn of your heartbreak.

In the end, it’d been quite the journey, and maybe that itself made everything worth it. At least you tried, and at least you tried well -- In a way or another, Idia gets to see your devotion.

“Two more.” You murmur. “Keep being patient for me, okay?”

You fold #998, then #999 in that silence. Yes, it’s worth it. No matter how it ends, you wouldn’t have this -- All those years, those buried and tangled feelings -- any other way.

“One more.” You pick the sheet up, and you walk over to the bed, standing in front of him. Idia watches you with his eyes wide, like he’s witnessing a fever dream. You begin to fold. “We’re almost here, so I guess I should...start, huh.”

Your hands keep moving. One more fold, then another. You could do this without looking at them now.

“I don’t even know how I could say this.” You shake your head. Another one. “But fist I’ve gotta mention you’re so stupid for never picking up on it. I mean, could I be any more obvious than this?”

With a laugh, the crane is done. Idia’s eyes widen even more -- If that was even possible. You feel like your heart could explode when you take his hand, shakily, with an uncertainty you usually only see on him, and place the crane on his palm.

“It’s for you, idiot. Everything’s always been for you. It couldn’t be anyone else, even with... all these others that I’ve thought about, no one’s ever came close to what I feel for you.” It spills out, you swallow, trying to keep the overflowing of your emotions at bay, but it’s impossible by now, really -- And you look into his stupidly beautiful amber eyes. “It’s always been you, Idia. I’m in love with you.”

The following seconds are like torture, with him saying nothing as he looks at the crane in his hands in complete shock. You sigh. It’s at least I tried, and at least I told him, but also I hope this works, I hope he understands me.

Idia holds the crane in his hands, shaky, but still cautious -- Not wanting to wrinkle it. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

“S-So can I finally say...” He murmurs, looking into your eyes -- Time stops. It’s a fairytale now, instead of just life. “That it’s always been you for me, too?”

[tsarisfanfiction]

Encounter

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Friendship Characters: Outsider PoV, Scott, Virgil

She’d never expected to see him again, let alone in an art gallery.

I almost didn’t get anything written tonight because my muses said no, but at the last moment before I gave up things all came together, so here is day 5 of fluffember/fluff&fun with the prompts paint and dimples.  This also doubles up as a response to @flashfictionfridayofficial’s weekly prompt think twice and  clocks in at 998 words, according to MS Word.

Scott Tracy’s smile should be classified as a lethal weapon.  She didn’t know the man well, for all that they’d shared some classes at college on occasion, but it was impossible not to know him at all.  He’d been the charismatic centre of attention back at college, charming people left, right and centre with seemingly no effort at all, and even then, everyone had known the name Scott Tracy.

The fact that it was a name now synonymous with International Rescue, as well as the engineering giant Tracy Industries, meant that people had to be living under a rock not to know anything about him at all.

She hadn’t seen him since their last day of classes – he’d never showed up to graduation, much to the disappointment of most of the class – until now.  This wasn’t somewhere she ever expected to see him; he’d never seemed the type to be interested in fine art, so the art gallery they were currently in made no sense, but there he was, leaning nonchalantly against the wall by a bright splash or several of colour.

Then again, art galleries weren’t her first choice of location, either.  A friend had dragged her along, only to ditch her at the sight of an artist doing quick sketches on request, and she’d been considering leaving entirely when she’d seen him.

He’d recognised her.

He had to see thousands of people a year, not just in passing but actually to meet, but somehow he remembered her from college classes.  That fact alone was enough to knock her off-kilter, but then he gave her a grin, suggested grabbing a coffee while they waited for their art-mad companions to finish – and that explained why he was there – and before she could think twice, any reasons she might have found for not having a coffee with one of the world’s most famous bachelors were wiped away by those dimples.

So here she was, in a small café attached to the art gallery, sat at a table for two opposite Scott Tracy, drinking a coffee he’d insisted on buying, and waiting for the moment someone recognised Scott and started investigating her.

She was completely unable to escape, because of those darn dimples and the earnest smile that went along with them as he inquired after her post-graduation story and made appropriate noises in all the right places as she stumbled through her far less glamorous career.

Not all of them could go into something as stunning as International Rescue, after all.

He seemed genuinely interested, though, asking questions that reminded her that he had been one of the best in the year.

Scott Tracy might be a pretty face, but he wasn’t just a pretty face – even if those dimples were very distracting and kept catching her attention whenever he spoke, or changed his facial expression at all.

So distracting, in fact, that she never noticed when her mug emptied, or the light outside began to dim from afternoon to dusk, or any other clues about the passage of time, until a large hand landed on Scott’s shoulder.

“I wondered where you’d disappeared off to,” the owner of the hand – a broad, black-haired man with warm brown eyes who looked familiar – commented.  Scott just chuckled, dimples flashing again.

“Just catching up,” he shrugged, seemingly uncaring that someone was in his personal space.  If she was as famous as Scott, she’d be very wary of people coming into her bubble uninvited.  Even more so than she was already.  “Alex was on my course at Yale.”  He turned back to her, and his blue eyes jumped out in the fading light.  “Alex, this is my brother, Virgil.”

“Nice to meet you,” Virgil said, turning to face her properly.  Recognition struck.

“You were the artist doing free sketches today,” she said, perhaps rather dumbly.  “My friend ditched me for you.”

“Normally, I’d apologise for that,” Virgil replied with a friendly grin.  It wasn’t quite the same as Scott’s – no dimples.  “But it seems my brother ditched me for you, so I’d say we’re even.”

She shrugged, “I can accept that.”

“Well, it was great to see you again,” Scott interjected, “Want another coffee before I go?”

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” she promised.  “I should go find my friend so we can head back to the hotel.”

“Need a hand finding her?” Virgil asked as Scott lazily stretched and made his way to his feet.

The man was tall.  It was almost ignorable when they were sat down, but seeing him next to Virgil – who himself was hardly short – reminded her just how much Scott had towered above most of their class.

Those dimples flashed again, and she almost accepted the offer without thinking, prevented at the last second by movement in her periphery.

Her friend was heading over, arms full of small canvases that she’d probably spent her entire months’ salary on, and she gave her a wave before turning her full attention back to the Tracys.  “I just found her.”  She made her own way to her feet.  “Thanks for the coffee, Scott; it was nice to see you again, too.”

“It was good to catch up,” he said warmly.  “Hopefully I’ll see you again at some point?”

The questioning lilt at the end almost cemented her on the spot, until Virgil broke the spell by elbowing his brother hard enough in the ribs that Scott was forced to bend over slightly.

“Stop flirting,” he scolded, before giving her another non-dimpled smile.  “We need to get moving, so I’ll take this idiot away now.”

Scott’s protests at the insult could be heard even as Virgil shepherded him out, leaving her alone to face the outraged expression her friend was wearing as she approached.

“Did I just see you on a coffee date with Scott Tracy?” came the shriek, loud enough for the entire café to hear.

As one, all eyes turned to her, and she buried her face in her hands.

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Title: Embracing the Great Outdoors: The best summer camps near me

As the school year winds down and temperatures rise, children everywhere eagerly anticipate the arrival of summer camp. For many, it's a cherished tradition filled with adventures, new friendships, and lifelong memories. But beyond the fun and games, summer camp offers invaluable opportunities for personal growth and development.

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In today's fast-paced world, the simple joys of childhood can easily be overshadowed by the demands of modern life. Summer camp offers a precious opportunity to slow down, unplug, and savor the magic of the moment. Whether it's roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire, singing songs under the stars, or simply soaking in the beauty of nature, campers are reminded of the joy that comes from being fully present and engaged.

A Legacy of Adventure and Discovery

For generations, summer camp has been a rite of passage for children around the world, leaving an indelible mark on their lives and shaping who they become. From the lessons learned to the friendships forged, the impact of camp extends far beyond the summer months, laying the foundation for a lifetime of adventure, discovery, and personal growth.

As another summer approaches, let us celebrate the timeless tradition of summer camp and the profound impact it has on the hearts and minds of children everywhere. In a world filled with screens and distractions, let us embrace the great outdoors, where magic awaits around every corner and memories are made that will last a lifetime.

Camp North Star is situated in beautiful Poland Spring, Maine, surrounded by many beautiful and natural landscapes that we get to share and enjoy with our campers. Trips are offered every session and happen on the days we are not on our normal activity schedule. Trip days are a time to relax and enjoy time with friends and bunkmates.

Camp North Star is the top premier Maine sleepaway camp for boys & girls. We offer the best overnight summer camps for kids & teens in New England. Call Now: (207) 998-4777.

We give Different types of camp north star like-

Sleep away Camp

 Summer Camp

 Sport Camp

 Boys & Girl Camp

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