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faebaex · 2 years ago

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Tangled in Wonderland - Three's a Crowd, Four is a Party

author note: Eee Scarabia chapter! I really enjoyed writing this one, I never get an opportunity to write Kalim and Jamil and they were interesting and fun to write. Also, chapters are taking slightly longer as I thought of an interesting twist halfway through and now I’m working up to implementing it!! Floyd up next! (๑>◡<๑)

characters: Kalim Al Asim x GN!Reader, Jamil Viper x GN!Reader

You were unnerved.

Today, you saw Crowley. But not because it was you chasing him down, hurling abuse at him and whatnot. No, this time he came to you. And he didn’t come empty handed. He brought you a phone.

It wasn’t book four yet. Winter holidays were nowhere near. You hadn’t asked for a phone, but Crowley had insisted that you take it, in case you needed it for an emergency or whatnot. He just wanted you to have it, just in case.

You felt on edge. You had no idea what was happening. Since you had been transported to Twisted Wonderland, the story had proceeded as planned no matter how much you had tried to avoid it. At this point, you were still in the fray of book three, so why was Crowley giving you a phone now? That wasn’t supposed to happen until everyone was leaving for the winter holidays! So why now was the story veering off path?

It was all you had been fretting over for days. On top of avoiding Azul and the Leech twins, you were now worried about your future, and the little electronic device in your hands. You stared at the black screen, your perturbed expression reflected back at you as you walked back towards Ramshackle dorm. You wondered what this would mean, getting the phone a whole book early. Perhaps you were overthinking it? It was just a phone, after all. It hardly played a part in book four, only used as a brief plot device before disappearing completely. Maybe you were worrying over nothing…

You didn’t get any longer to dwell on it before you walked straight into someone. Or more accurately, they crashed into you.

You fell backwards from the impact, right onto your ass with the current object of your misery going flying out of your hand. “Ouch…” You groaned, checking your palms for grazes, and hoping your uniform trousers didn’t get damaged in the fall.

“Sorry, so sorry! Hey, are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

You froze when you heard that voice, not daring to look up. Oh no, oh no.

“Ahahaha… Jamil was right, I really should look where I’m going…”

Kalim Al Asim. The game’s local ball of sunshine and housewarden for Scarabia. Victim of book four, whatever way you look at it. Usually often chased after by the ever suffering—

“Kalim!!”

Jamil. Vice housewarden of Scarabia and perpetrator of book four. And another person that you certainly didn’t want to get mixed up with.

You quickly scrambled to your feet, dusting yourself off and looking around wildly for your tote bag so you could quickly take your leave. You found your bag sprawled across the path a few feet away, quickly grabbing it and throwing it over your shoulder, trying to make your getaway before Kalim could rope you into anything.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kalim asked again, having gotten back to his own feet. You waved him off quickly, a tight smile plastered on your face that you hoped would placate him enough to get him to leave you alone, “I’m fine, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it! I’ve got to go, I’ve got an appointment…” You quickly rushed out an excuse, turning to walk away, even though that was the opposite direction to Ramshackle. You’d only taken a few steps when you felt a hand grip your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“You forgot this.” Jamil said, holding out your phone, the cursed little object that was apparently finding new ways to bring you misery. You plastered your fake smile back on as you turned around, but it was quickly wiped away when your phone screen flashed on… And both you and Jamil looked down to see your phone screen had several cracks spread across it.

“Ah.” Jamil exhaled, and Kalim was quick to bound to his side, his face falling when he saw the ruined screen. “Oh no, I’m so sorry Y/N! Was that my fault? I’ll buy you a new one!”

“Oh no no! It’s all good!” You quickly said, grabbing your phone out of Jamil’s hand and shoving it in your tote bag, “It’s just some random dud that Crowley gave me, he probably found it in the 90% off sale basket at Sam’s!” You faked a small laugh before you waved and quickly rushed off in the opposite direction before they could stop you.

This was the last thing you needed. You were already up to your eyeballs dealing with the events of book three, you didn’t need book four to start early! You ducked down into the courtyard, sitting behind a bush and flopping your bag down beside you. You dug inside and pulled out your now cracked new phone, fiddling around with the buttons. It seemed to work fine, just the cracked screen making the interface look a little funky, but it was still useable. You sighed as you settled behind the bush for the long haul, hoping that fate would give you a small break for once.

Fate did not give you a small break.

It had been a couple of days since your little bump with Kalim, but thankfully you didn’t have any further run ins with either Kalim or Jamil. You did have a run in with a couple of mischievous eel twins, but otherwise you’d call yourself unscathed.

Of course, that was until Kalim came bounding towards you as you left the school building, giving you no hope of escape as he called your name and waved his arms at you exuberantly. So exuberantly, in fact, that he almost toppled over as he ran up the stairs, and you had to grab him by his upper arms in order to steady him. Kalim laughed, his usual carefree laugh as he fell into you, clutching your arms as he beamed at you.

“I’m sorry, I keep falling into you lately!” He commented, keeping his grip on your arms as he righted himself, still not letting go once he was solid on his feet, “I was looking for you! I wanted to invite you to a party!”

Oh no.

Kalim continued on, completely oblivious to the strained smile on your face. “I have been thinking of a way to make it up to you for breaking your phone, but Jamil told me I couldn’t buy you a new one. So I thought, why don’t I host a party with you as the guest of honour!”

Oh no.

You opened your mouth to try and stop this tragedy in motion but Kalim continued, unfettered.

“And then I thought, why not invite all the other housewardens too, and we can have a little housewarden party!”

Oh no oh no oh no.

“So come to the dorm tomorrow evening for the party!” Kalim exclaimed, bright smile on his face as he let go of you and span on his heel, bounding down the stairs with the same exuberance with which he came, “I’m going to invite the rest of the housewardens now, so I can’t stay. Bye!”

“Kalim, wait!!” You shouted after him, but he was already long gone, off to invite whatever housewarden he ran into first. This situation was worse than what you ever could have imagined – not only were you now the guest of honour at a party that you didn’t ask for and certainly didn’t want to attend, now all the other guests were all the people you had been trying to avoid! Whilst your relationship with Riddle had bloomed into something pleasant, and Leona gave you no trouble when you passed him in the hallway, you certainly didn’t want to be stuck in a semi-formal setting with Azul, considering all the issues you have been having with him lately. On top of that, you did not want to run into all the housewardens you had successfully avoided thus far.

You had to think of a way to get out of this.

You sighed as you slowly trudged into the hall of mirrors, heading for the Scarabia mirror.

Despite how hard you tried, you weren’t able to convince Kalim that you couldn’t attend his party. He was surprisingly hard to pin down, and when you finally managed to catch him, he batted off all your excuses like they were flies.

Nothing to wear? “Just come in your uniform! I’ll wear mine too, we’ll match!” Kalim assured with his sunny smile.

Got a detention? “Don’t worry, I’ll move the party back an hour!” Kalim exclaimed sympathetically.

Sudden homework to finish? “Bring it with you, Jamil can help! He’s great!” Kalim beamed, nodding enthusiastically.

Poor Jamil, as if he didn’t have enough to do.

You dragged your feet as you walked through the portal into the Scarabia dorm, not wanting to get to this party any faster than necessary. You realised that it would be more suspicious if you just didn’t turn up at all, so you hoped that if you showed your face for at least an hour, you could find an excuse to leave quickly with minimal damage incurred. Perhaps Riddle could help, he was a stickler for rules. Now you just had to remember one of the Queen of Hearts’ rules to quote.

The hallways of Scarabia were eerily quiet as you walked through them, incredibly conscious of the sound of your footsteps, as soft as they were, as you tried to figure out where to go. Even though you had played the game, you still had no idea of the layout of the dorms. You figured the party would be in the lounge, but where was the lounge?

You heard footsteps approaching and you looked up to see Jamil rounding the corner. He was distracted, looking down and typing on his phone. You opened your mouth to get his attention but he suddenly looked up, sensing someone ahead of him. His face immediately dropped when he saw you, a panicked expression overtaking his features as he froze in place before speeding towards you. Your eyes widened at the display, and you held your hands up to defend yourself but it didn’t stop Jamil as he grabbed hold of your wrist and yanked you towards him, clasping hold of the tops of your arms. Oddly, it reminded you of Kalim.

“What are you doing here?!” Jamil hissed at you in a whisper, almost looking like he wanted to shake you, his expression severe. “I-I came… For the party?” You stuttered out, confused and a little startled with the way that Jamil was acting. An uneasy feeling swept over you. Had book four actually started early and Jamil was already on his rampage? A thousand thoughts ran through your head a once, your expression looking akin to a deer in the headlights when both you and Jamil were abruptly brought back to reality by a voice.

“Jamiiiiil!”

Said voice trilled through the dorm, sounding faintly like it was coming from the entrance of the dorm. Unmistakably Kalim’s. Jamil’s expression turned more panic as his grip tightened on your arm and suddenly he was dragging you along the corridor, yanking open one of the doors and pushing you inside, quickly slamming the door shut.

The room that Jamil had shoved you both into was pitch black and very small, and you blinked several times in an attempt to help your eyes adjust. When your eyes finally adjusted, you saw that you were in some sort of cleaning closet, and you were very close to Jamil. You took a quick step back, not realising just how small the cupboard was as you bumped your head on one of the shelves.

“Ouch.” You hissed, Jamil immediately turning to shush you. “Be quiet, he’ll hear us!” Jamil scolded quietly, and you glared at him, disgruntled, opening your mouth and retort when—

“Jamiiil! Where are you?” Kalim called, his voice so close to the door that it made both you and Jamil freeze. You slowly closed your mouth, holding your breath as you listened to Kalim’s footsteps walk down the corridor, his voice slowly fading as he walked further into the dorm in his search for Jamil. Jamil pressed his ear to the door, making sure that the corridor was indeed silent before he turned back to you, the panic gone from his face but now replaced with an unimpressed expression as he folded his arms across his chest.

“I got Kalim to cancel the party, didn’t he tell you? I sent him off to tell all the housewardens not to come.” Jamil whispered, and your expression turned surprised as you shook your head quickly. Jamil sighed heavily, his hands massaging his temples. “Of course he didn’t…” He muttered under his breath, and you swear you could detect a hint of bitterness in his tone. Jamil closed his eyes as he continued to rub his temples, and you stood awkwardly, wondering what to say when Jamil suddenly opened his eyes and held out his hand.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?” You blurted out, leading to Jamil shushing you again. “Give me your phone. If Kalim sees you here, he’ll insist on having a mini party. I’ll go and distract Kalim, and I’ll message you when the coast is clear so you can leave.”

Oh… That was actually a pretty good idea. Scarabian foresight, you supposed. You reached into your blazer pocket and pulled out your phone, handing it to Jamil and he pressed the start button, clicking his tongue when he saw it light up instantly.

“You should really lock this,” he remarked as he began tapping away on your broken screen, “Azul would have a field day if he got hold of this.”

That he would.

Jamil tapped away silently on your phone for a little bit longer before handing it back to you. “Stay here and keep an eye on your phone. I’ll message you when you can leave. Make sure your quick.” Jamil said curtly, opening the door and stepping out. He turned to look at you right before he closed it, a hint of a sly smile tugging up his lips, “and you should really get your phone screen fixed.”

Ouch.

You stood awkwardly as you waited in the cramped closet, thinking over everything that had happened. Jamil had arranged for the party to be cancelled… You knew that Jamil usually got the bad end of the deal when it came to Kalim’s parties, always having to cook and arrange for things on top of all the other things that he had to do when he wasn’t wrangling Kalim. He could just be doing this for his own reasons, to lighten the load on his own shoulders. Or… Book four could have indeed started early and he cancelled the party so that he didn’t have all the housewardens sniffing around when he was coiling his grip around Scarabia.

You sighed as you crouched down and got a little more comfortable. Perhaps you were overreacting, and Jamil had no motive for doing this, it was just another way of keeping his head down and keeping his carefully crafted exterior looking ordinary and un-astounding.

… But you had seen the aftermath of book four, and Jamil certainly wasn’t the type to stick his neck out for anyone else, let alone you. So you really didn’t know what to think, and you just hoped with all your might that whatever it was, it wouldn’t cause you any more trouble.

Your phone vibrated in your hand, a message from Jamil popping up.

‘Go. Now.’ The message read, and you quickly shuffled to your feet and slowly opened the door, peaking out to make sure no one else was in the hallway before you quickly skuttled out of the closet, closing the door quietly and running as quietly as you could as you quickly made yourself out of the Scarabia dorm and towards the mirror portal.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you crossed over the threshold into the hall of mirrors, feeling a weight leaving your shoulders. You stopped for a moment at the entrance as you typed a quick message to Jamil to let him know you had gotten out undetected, and to thank him as well. You know, just in case it went a long way in the event that when he did eventually overblot, he might not throw you to the edge of the dorm along with the rest of the cast. Small victories, and all that.

As you hit send on the message, you got a peculiar feeling. The same feeling you got sometimes when fate decided that it wasn’t done messing with you yet. Or when someone was watching you.

You shouldn’t have stopped outside the hall of mirrors.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper x y/n #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al asim x y/n #twst jamil #twst kalim

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verysmallcyborg · 1 year ago

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Fornax Val'ethtue

B A S I C S

Name: Fornax Val'ethtue (or Fyrstyrn [fire star] Dotharl, when thinking of the two naming conventions)

Nicknames: They don't have much nicknames, however friends that know Fornax well enough can call them "Lily" (Delmira especially calls them that, this is because of their association with the flower), otherwise only Ryss gets to call her sea puppy or treasure

Age: 37 (by Endwalker)

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon

Race: Sea Wolf Roegadyn + Xaela Au Ra (au roe, if you will. tehe)

Gender: Non-binary Butch (she/they)

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Outside of WoL responsibilities... bodyguard and marksman

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Black with a bunch of grey hairs. If it's short, it's spiky and either has the sides and the lower back of it shaved down, or they have their sideburns. If it's longer, then it's generally messy and uneven with a "wild" look.

Eyes: Black sclera, slit pupils, and vibrant orange. Fornax's eyes only glow because their dad taught them how to apply limbal rings when she was young, but never learned how to accurately do it (or when to stop doing it, until there was a full glow) after his death.

Skin: Dark grey, has a black gradient starting at their forearms and goes all the way to their hands. Has a fair amount of scales, though some are broken and ripped off around scars.

Tattoos/scars: Decorated in scars all over their face and body, but the most notable ones are on their face, neck, and torso. Some of her face scars are from saving a coeurl kit from hunters, and briefly got mauled by its mother when returning it (they understood the protective instinct, but OUCH). The scars across their neck and chest was an incident that put them at deaths door, and then a large scar on their side is from... WELL. Ryss. :) Don't worry about it :)

Very important: their top scars!! Those tits: chopped off. Also the end of their tail (that doesn't have the top layer of thick scales) has a bite scar from the Major-General, no one believes them when they say a tiny shark with tiny legs bit them while fishing.

Fornax has a very subtle trail of faint orange stars on their back for a tattoo!

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unnamed Roegadyn mother & Xaela father. Her mom was a traveling merchant of sorts, while her dad was part of the Dotharl clan. Unfortunately, both were murdered while Fornax was young... :')

Siblings: No siblings

Grandparents: N/A (I don't think that far with family LOL)

In-laws and Other: No idea about in-laws, but for other: their lovely spouse, Ryssrael!!! :)

Pets: Befriends every stray and animal that they cross, but specifically, they have a little black coeurl and a baby amaro that follow them around.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Very skilled with a rifle and axes of any kind (WAR/MCH combo), though they are in their best element when within melee range. Weaponizes their teeth, claws, and tail as often as they can, and wields terrifying, brutal strength that amplifies when angered or under a need to win and/or survive. Best not to piss off a butch who could pull an entire ship with just them and their partner!!

Hobbies: LOVES cooking and all kinds of hands-on crafts, but specifically knitting and crocheting.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Their unwavering determination

Most Negative Trait: Has a self-destructive habit of fleeing and attempting to isolate themselves when hurt

L I K E S

Colors: Most warm colors, baby blue, black, and purple

Smells: Burning firewood, ocean breezes on the sunrise/sunset, the stinging metallic scent of blood, flowers in a field, freshly cooked food (especially stews and bread)

Textures: The subtle raised skin of old scars, the wool off of freshly sheared karakuls, tree bark, warm hands against their scales, horns, and tail

Drinks: Apple cider, hot chocolate, fruity beverages

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not really, unless offered

Drinks: Only in good company/socially

Drugs: Recreationally? Maybe, otherwise nah

Mount Issuance: Still has their red chocobo (HEH...) but he spends his days sleeping and chilling in the garden of their yard. Nowadays they use a comically tiny airship.

Been Arrested: Several times by the Maelstrom and Flames, mostly when they were a teenager & young adult because of petty thefts and getting in trouble for some of the jobs they took on to scrape by. Fornax has gotten significantly better at escaping and hiding though, which is kinda funny when you wonder, how does anyone lose a 8ft/244cm tall au roe with a big ole tail?

Tagged by @hazelkjt and @cindernet-explorer!!! thank you <3

UHHHHHH i've seen most folks i follow be tagged already, so i'm pointing at the viewer. Your Turn

#fornax #hehe i love when i get to spill some lil lore tidbits of them!!!!#i need to redo their carrd and refsheet since it's canon that them and ryss are in each others lore....... hurgh

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ricky-tiki-tah · 1 year ago

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Glamrock Freddy Through The Ball Pit Part 1

(These aren’t particularly chapters, but each post is numbered and tagged ‘#gfttbp au fic’ so it’s easier to get to them)

“Disassemble Freddy!” Vanny screeched, her wide crazed red eyes zeroing in on the bear.

“Gregory, run!” Freddy called out, giving the boy a soft push in the direction he needed to go before taking off towards the many employee hallways to lose the staff bots. “I’ll distract them!”

Gregory gave a determined nod and continued on his way.

Freddy ran as fast as he was able, finding a nearly empty storage room to barricade himself in, tumbling staff bots as he went.

That was a mistake.

It appeared that the staff bots weren’t working alone. The spare endoskeletons had joined in the hunt and started to bang on the door Freddy had hurriedly closed. He looked around in case there was anything helpful in the room.

There, a crowbar! After a moment’s contemplation, Freddy jumped away from the door, racing towards the opposite side of the room, past the abandoned ball pit that seemed to be the only other thing in the room.

He didn’t make it. The staff bots swarmed him and the much stronger endos started tearing into his outer shell.

The bots ripped him apart, pieces flying everywhere. Freddy had barely enough time to hope Gregory would make it out of the pizzaplex safely before one of the bots tore out something he needed to function, and everything went black.

It was the housing for Freddy’s AI coding. The ending that had ripped it out, tossing the bits of metal and wires aside to continue wreaking havoc on the animatronic bear.

No one noticed that the small bit of Freddy that made him who he was landed in the ball pit.

(>*v*<)

Michael was playing hide and seek. Or more accurately, he was hiding in the Fazbear Diner’s ball pit, laying in wait for his little brother, planning to jump out and scare the nearly seven year old.

“Ouch!” Something poked his leg, and Michael put a hand down to feel around for whatever the thing was. It wasn’t safe to leave pokey things where little kids played.

After waving through the colorful plastic balls for a long moment, Mike’s hand closed around something small and slightly rubbery. Confused he surfaced and pulled the thing up to look at it.

The small object appeared to be some sort of charm, missing its chain. It was a light blue, rubbery plastic, lightning bolt. It looked cool.

Michael completely forgot his previous mission of scaring Evan and instead went searching for something to string through the small circle at the top of the pendant. He planned to wear it, declaring in his mind that it was something a cool rockstar would wear.

It wasn’t long before he found a bit of balloon ribbon and had strung the pendant around his neck. He planned to switch the ribbon out for a bit of twine when he went home later that evening.

Speaking of going home…

“Mikey, let’s go! Daddy says we’re leaving!” Elizabeth called out, running past him to join their father and little brother at the entrance.

“Comin’!”

(>*v*<)

Freddy didn’t think he would wake up. Not that the animatronics really slept, but they did rest occasionally. This felt different. Like he was under water or behind a curtain. He couldn’t quite see anything clearly yet, but he heared one voice very clearly.

“Now I look like a superstar!”

He wondered where the voice came from. It sounded excited, and Freddy realized he was excited for the voice as well, despite not knowing who it belonged to. Everyone deserved to be a superstar.

Freddy blinked and everything got a tiny bit clearer. Just enough that he could make out vague shapes around him, but not enough to understand where he was.

“Wait until I show my friends!” The voice squealed and Freddy smiled softly before everything fell dark again.

(>*v*<)

Over time, though Freddy was unsure how much time, he was able to see much clearer, and what he saw greatly shocked and confused the poor bear.

He wasn’t in any sort of machine, be it endoskeleton or computer. He actually appeared to be riding along in a young boy’s head.

He couldn’t do much about this fact, unable to actually move on his own or even speak aloud. He did learn however, over the course of a day or so after the world finally cleared up, that the boy seemed to be able to hear him, at least a small amount. Pausing as if considering Freddy’s commentary at some points.

Freddy learned that the boy’s name was Michael and that he was thirteen years old. He has shaggy brown hair, grey-blue eyes, and a bright smile that lights up his brown, freckle covered face. Michael also has two younger siblings, Elizabeth and Evan. They live with their father, and visit a diner that he owns nearly every day.

Freddy also learns that Michael has three friends. The strange part, he thinks, is that each of them have a mask depicting much older versions of his friends, and even himself.

It’s with these three friends that Freddy finds himself most vocal, quietly scolding when the four boys pick on younger children at school or even Michael’s own brother. He doesn’t know why they do so, but he intends to make Michael aware that it is unkind.

(>*v*<)

Mike is fairly certain he’s going insane.

He keeps hearing a voice at the back of his mind, asking random questions, noting something he might have missed in schoolwork, and even scolding him for his actions. He wonders if his conscience woke up and gained a voice.

It’s very strange, he thinks, to have a proud voice say ‘well done, Superstar!’ after he’s completed a task, but he smiles at the praise nonetheless.

Lizzie keeps looking at him strangely when he suddenly starts grinning like a loon after washing the dishes. He’s not sure how to explain that the voice in his head is proud of him for doing something so simple as his chores without looking like a nutcase so he stays quiet. It’s not like she needs to know anyway.

Instead, Mike plots his surprise for Evan’s birthday at the end of the week.

#gfttbp au fic #fnaf #glammike au #michael afton #glamrock freddy #glammike #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanny #evan afton #elizabeth afton #william afton

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burnwater13 · 5 months ago

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Grogu standing with the LEGO STAR WARS kit 75388, Jedi Bob's Starfighter. The kit is built through bag #2. Jedi Bob is placed on the top of the starfighter fuselage while a power gonk and a Mon Cala stormtrooper, on a while background. Photo by me.

Grogu went back to working on his starfighter kit after using the privy, washing his hands, and eating a snack. Helping the Kowakian Lizard Monkey had been a good kind of trouble and he was glad the critter had managed to find him. Somehow. But now he wanted to go back to having fun with his dad and that involved doing more of the work on the kit. Work. Meh. Fun. It was supposed to be fun.

“Grogu, I’ve organized the pieces for you. I just got a ping from the Mandalorian community here. I’ll be back in a few minutes. They probably just want to know how things are going on Mandalore.”

Grogu looked up at his dad and smiled. That was fine with him. He could build the next part of the ship and play with it for a while without his dad pointing out the components that would need routine and preventative maintenance on a real ship of that design. When Din Djarin had first said that to him, Grogu had asked if he’d ever flown ships that small before. Grogu had been teasing his dad, but the Mandalorian then began to regale him about drones and other tiny objects that were used to collect data, making Grogu wish he’d kept his witticism to himself.

At least he could do those things if he knew where the instructions had gotten to. He was certain they were just resting on the table when he went to the privy. But now they were gone. Maybe his dad had moved them? Hmmm.

Grogu looked around the room, but from his location of the table top, he couldn’t see them anywhere. Of course, the table top viewing location wasn’t ideal. He couldn’t really see the counter tops from there. Or the shelves. He also couldn’t tell if they had somehow ended up in the trash receptacle. He needed to be Din Djarin tall to see those locations.

That begged the question of how could a person who was barely a third of a meter tall see what a person one point eight meters tall could see? Grogu supposed he could jump and see if that would help. It couldn’t hurt to give it a try.

That of course wasn’t accurate. It could and did hurt. Maybe, if he’d been on the floor, it would have been fine. But he jumped from the table top. And landed on the table top. Not a bad thing if all the pieces to the ship’s next subsystem hadn’t been laid out in a neat grid pattern that he didn’t manage to avoid when he landed. And he didn’t just land on one of them. Nope. He landed on a bunch of them and discovered that when they were wedged between his toes they hurt. A lot.

Then he sat down abruptly to address his feet and discovered that his backside didn’t enjoy the small sharp edged bricks anymore than his toes had. Ouch again. He’s have to make a special note in his diary that under no condition should one jump from the table to table. It was just too much of a risk. Imagine accidentally jumping into a steaming bowl of frog stew? What a waste.

So he shifted his position, balancing his weight on one hand while he moved the pieces to one side so he could settle back down on the table and address the pieces stuck between his toes. Grogu was glad that his dad had missed that whole ordeal. He didn’t relish listening to the Mandalorian shift from being concerned to scolding him to laughing about the whole thing and finally making a comment that he could have just used a ladder. The Force didn’t have to be used for everything.

Of course, Grogu hadn’t used the Force at all. Maybe he should have, but a ladder was a good alternate. He knew where his dad kept the thing and it was pretty light, so even a small person like Grogu could move it fairly easily. After all the Anzellans who had helped them install their security system had been able to move it. Grogu was much bigger than they were. He should have no problem with it.

He didn’t have any problems with it at all. None. Zero. It wasn’t in the cabin. At least, he couldn’t find it. Dank Farrik. His dad must have moved it at some point when Grogu wasn’t looking and now the tool he needed to find the instructions to the kit he was building was unavailable. Dank Farrik.

Now he had to solve three problems. Where were the instructions? Where was the ladder? What would he do if he couldn’t find the ladder? He hoped he didn’t start accumulating more problems. He was just trying to build his starship so he could fly it around the room.

Grogu thought for a moment and admitted that the ladder problem was more a part a/part b problem. Maybe he didn’t even need the ladder to find the instructions. While he wasn’t going to risk experiencing more unintended and painful consequences from the search for the instructions (no jumping or jumping analogs, thanks), maybe if he just sat down and thought about that problem a little more deliberately, he could find a solution that was quick and pain free.? It was worth a try.

Rather than sit on the table (it was still covered with pieces) he hopped off the table and settled under it. Two things happened that made him happy and annoyed. He found a piece of the build that had fallen on the floor, no doubt as a result of the poor landing of that one jump) and he found the instructions. Yippee!

Grogu supposed it was obvious that with the cabin window open that something like the instructions could be blown onto the floor. Or his dad could have brushed them by accident and knocked them on the floor. It really didn’t matter. He had them now and that meant he could finish building this part of the kit. Yippee!

#grogu #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #LEGO kit #Jedi Bob's Starfighter

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wrestlingfaves · 6 months ago

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All In 2018

So, with Max airing the early years of AEW, now is the perfect time to start a re-watch of AEW. First though, a quick switch to ROH Honor Club to watch the 2018 All In – the beginning of All Elite Wrestling.

All In (2018)

Organizations Involved: Ring of Honor, New Japan Pro Wrestling, NWA, TNA (Impact), MLW, AAA

Ring Announcers: Justin Roberts, Bobby Cruise

Backstage Interviewer: Sean Mooney

Commentators: Excalibur, Don Callis, Ian Riccaboni

Here we go…

MJF vs Matt Cross. A fine opening match. It’s weird seeing MJF eat the pin considering how big a star he would become in AEW.

Sean Mooney interviews Nick Aldis.

Christopher Daniel (accompanied by SCU teammates Frankie Kazarian & Scorpio Sky) vs Steve Amell (accompanied by Josh Segarra). Jerry Lynn is the special guest referee. John Mayer is at ringside. Is John Mayer a wrestling fan? Good match considering one of the participants is a non-wrestler. I respect Steve’s love of wrestling.

Tenille Dashwood and Mandy Leon join the commentary booth for the next match, a 4-way involving Chelsea Green, Britt Baker, Madison Rayne, and Tessa Blanchard.

Tully Blanchard and Magnum TA are ringside.

Impact provided ¾ of the talent for this match.

Chelsea is introduced as the “Hot Mess”, and yep, that would be an accurate description.

Tessa is the first person to appear on the card who sunk their career due to their own actions. Don’t worry, she’ll have company as the night progresses.

Great match that the crowd popped for. Chelsea was a blast to watch. Tessa has talent and if she wasn’t such an egotistical, racist bully she would have progressed much farther in her career.

Nick Aldis vs Cody Rhodes for the NWA World championship. Brett Tarring joins the commentary team for the match. Earl Hepbner

Cody is accompanied by Brandi, Phaoroah, Diamond Dallas Page, Tommy Dreamer, and Glacier.

Brandi was styling this night.

Earl Hebner is the referee.

Nick Aldis is accompanied by Jeff Jarrett, Tim Storm, and Sean Davari.

Cody’s team (minus Brandi) came out in track suits. Nick’s team came out in actual business suits. In the war of style, Nick’s team won.

DDP gets the old-timer pop when he diamond cuts Davari.

Brandi shields Cody’s unconscious body and receives a top rope elbow drop from Aldis for her troubles.

Match was okay. I’m not a big Cody fan. Highlights were DDP and Brandi.

Joey Janella with Penelope Ford vs Hangman Adam Page.

The commentators mention that Page admitted to killing Joey Ryan in the press conference but I’m “Team Hangman Did Nothing Wrong” so I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.

The middle of the match turns into Hangman vs Penelope. My favorite part of the match – Penelope was awesome, and Hangman sold for her big time.

Janela eats a wicked powerbomb off the ramp through a table. Ouch!

People scold Hangman for the arson of Swerve’s house but the commentators consistently throughout the match remark on Hangman’s murder of Joey Ryan.

I think we need to realize that Adam has always been unbalanced.

Joey Ryan’s part in All In – returning from “death”, accompanied by penis druids, has been removed from the pay per view broadcast. Fine with me. I never liked Joey Ryan’s gimmick and that was before the Speaking Out allegations.

Joey Ryan and Flip Gordon join Tessa in the “Idiots Who Sunk Their Own Career” club.

Jay “Black Machismo” Lethal, accompanied by Lanny Poffo vs Flip Gordon, accompanied by Brandi Rhodes for the Ring of Honor World Championship. Ring of Honor ambassador Cary Silkin presents the title.

Jay’s in full-on Randy mode and keeps interacting with Brandi like she’s Miss Elizabeth.

All In was about the future of wrestling but I love the nods to the past: Sean Mooney, Earl Hebner, Cody and Nick’s support team, Lanny Poffo, Cary Silkin, Jay’s Black Machismo gimmick. Little touches that homage the past but not at the cost of the present-day talent.

Bully Ray attacks both Flip, Lethal, and Lanny. Colt Cabana makes the rescue, and the trio put Bully through a table. Fun match.

Penta El Zero vs Kenny Omega in their first singles match. Great match, as always when these two meet in the ring.

The arena goes dark…the lights come back up…Penta rises from the mat but it’s clearly a different Penta – he attacks Omega and reveals himself to be Chris Jericho!

This is before everyone was tired of Jericho (and his politics) so his surprise appearance drew a big pop!

Okada vs Marty Scurll is up next. Scurll is another member of “I sunk my own career” club. Tiger Hattori is the ref for the match. We have a BTE skit with Marty and the finger-pointing critics – if you watched BTE at the time, they were the “Now, Arthur” guys.

I had forgotten that Okada was in his red-haired breakdown era until he made his appearance.

Okada wins, as he should.

The Young Bucks & Kota Ibushi vs Bandidn, Rey Fenix, and Rey Mysterio.

Rey is cosplaying as Wolverine tonight.

I can hear the Young Bucks’ critics from my house: This is nothing but a high spot-fest!” And it is but that is what I want from the wrestlers involved in this match. If a match has the Young Bucks, Kota, Fenix, Rey, and Bandido in it and I am not seeing a rapid pace with amazing high spots, I would be extremely disappointed.

Kota and the Buck win in a great match.

Ranking the matches in order of my own personal enjoyment:

Chelsea Green vs Madison Rayne Vs Britt Baker vs Tessa Blanchard

Jay Lethal vs Flip Gordon

Adam Page vs Joey Janella

Kenny Omega vs Penta El Zero

Kota Ibushi & The Young Bucks vs Rey Mysterio, Bandido, and Fenix

Kazuchika Okada vs Marty Scurll

Cody Rhodes vs Nick Aldis

Christopher Daniels vs Steve Amell

MJF vs Matt Cross

#all in #aew #roh #ring of honor #tna impact #njpw #cmll #mlw #wrestling #pro wrestling

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calyxthenerd · 1 year ago

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@thirdlotusprince3

She arrives at their costume party, cane in one hand and the other holding on to her dear friend Zuko’s arm so he can squeeze it every time they have to climb stairs, there is already music playing on the other side of the door when he knocks, Sokka coming to greet them and telling them to come in, she feels Zuko squeezing her knuckles softly, and pokes around with her cane to where the step is, making her way through the door with her best friend in tow, before she dismisses him, saying she’s got it from here

“So, snoozles, you gotta tell me what everyone’s dressed as, I know sparky is that weird guy in a mask from the play he loves so much” “his name is Erik!” Zuko squawks in the background “but none of you guys told me what you were doing!”

“Oh it’s awesome! I’m dressed as Leo Valdez from that book series I told you about, I’m wearing an orange shirt with the words “Camp Half-blood” written on it, with a pegasus drawn in the middle, cargo shorts and suspenders, and goggles resting on my forehead, Suki is wearing a Batgirl costume, she has on a red wig, a black leotard with yellow on the shape of boots, a yellow belt, a yellow bat on her chest area, yellow gloves, a black mask covering the upper part of her face with two horn looking things coming out of the top, and also a black cape with yellow on the inside! And then there’s-“

“Cool, you can continue later, please take me to Suki” she grabs his arm very tightly, her nails digging into his skin “Ouch, and you could afford to say please” “No, now take me to Suki!” he huffs, but complies “Suki, Toph wanted to talk to you” then the short girl poked around until she found the warrior’s knee and slammed her cane on the back of it, while calling out “NO CAPES!!” Before walking away, and sitting down on the couch, oblivious to the couple glaring at her as Sokka helped Suki sit and went to grab her some ice

“Sparky, come here” “Toph, that was a mean thing to do” “I don’t care, describe the rest of the costumes for me, will ya?” “Fine, Katara is dressed in a dressed that was originally supposed to be purple, but got sprayed with powders of various colors, she has hair hair down, with a purple flower behind her right ear, I don’t know what she’s dressed as, but I heard her crying while watching something when I came home last week, so that’s probably it” “Cool, tell me more” “Aang is wearing a pink wig, with various piercings on his ears, a pink shirt with metal shoulder pads, two brown belts, a torn purple skirt that goes down to his midtigh, metal shorts underneath? And brown knee-high boots” “OH! I think I know who that is! I love that character” “I’m pretty sure I came home to both him AND Katara crying watching that like a month ago” “that movie is pretty brutal, but that character fits Aang so well, if the show was from your perspective, it would probably have a pretty similar plot to the movie” She nods “what show?” “No show, don’t worry about it” then she somehow turns to face me as I write this, it’s terrifyingly accurate

#toph beifong #avatar the last airbender #thanks for the ask!#calyx writes

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Vinyl Bay 777 shopping list, 2018.

I haven’t visited Plainview since the sordid community college days. It was when I set my best-friend Brandon up with Manzana, the girl I was set up with through one of my friends in senior year. We were over her house with some of her friends for what would be my final get-together there. It felt unusual because it was my only visit there during the community-college era and I already was far removed from everyone I was friends with, friends who helped make-then-break situations. Plainview was great for what it was worth until things started to decline.

Caboose, a former staffer of my time at Stony Brook Press, messaged me last year and announced he was a newly-enlisted music-phile. I never even thought anything else of him during our days at the Press. He then tipped me off of Vinyl Bay 777. Plainview now has a record store, but it came with a slight warning: it would be too pricey. I was meaning to go since hearing of it and it looked real good. Owned by artist and Italian chef Frank Napoli, he wanted his store to stand out and he’s succeeded. Everything of Vinyl Bay 777 looks great, a strong mission statement where everything is clean, graded accurately, and perfectly organized by alphabetical order and genre. It had a professionally-built website where it gave you part of a superbly-organized feel. It was also where I started feeling a slight crunch: I started to browse their inventory on their site and the average / median prices were set a little high. It’s not the whole story as it would take anyone hours to get a more accurate feel of what Vinyl Bay 777 had in store. It was still in the cards for me to visit any way to get the true picture.

All it took to get there was a drive down to the Long Island Expressway (L.I.E., not named after Ron Morelli’s label, regretably) and it was right off its’ closest exit. Located in an industrial area, you need to curve through some buildings to get to some tight parking lots. There it was with a double-mural painting of various iconic musicians in front of the store. I walk in and it did look amazing. It’s tight quarters, but no other record store was such efficient in space and pulled it off looing good. Rows and rows of vinyl. Even more under. Tables with crates of 12″ and 7″ on top of it. Rolling caddies of cassette bins. On the walls are collectible classic records. Shelves upon shelves of CDs. Close to any category you could think of with few exceptions, they have it. Look around and you’ll see some shelves of music-related books, documentaries, and live shows on DVD. More collectibles, vinyl records pinned to the ceiling, action figures, star-studded memorabilia, and Beanie Babies down below. At the front of the counter were magazines ranging from Boys Life to about four bins of Playboy. Hugh Hefner is turning over right now. So far, so good.

As I started browsing through the store, I slowly realized Caboose was right. The lowest common price of any title in the store was $5.77 with few lower exceptions. $7.77, $17.77, $25.77, $39.77, $12.77. Notice a pattern? They price after themselves. Inifinity Records has a few vinyl bins mixed with various titles for $2.76 and I don’t even know the significance of those numbers. It wasn’t the $__.77 that got to me, it was indeed the overall pricing. They priced their stock higher than any other store I seen. Records, cassettes, and discs priced for only a few dollars in other stores were priced two, three, even four times at Vinyl Bay. That went for most of their stock regardless, no artist or genre was treated differently. You could walk away with several hardcore and punk 45′s for a dollar or two somewhere else. Not Vinyl Bay. The entire small shelf of those 45′s were priced enough that it prevented me from taking some of it home. Cassettes were selling for mostly $5.77 to $7.77 where other places still selling them do so for a few dollars less. Ouch.

Even though I still felt the pinch, I still continued to walk through its stock. They had a great selection of jazz, rock, hip-hop, industrial, metal, the classics, and etcetera across all formats. I did have ideas of what I wanted to pick up, and that’s all that became of my visit. I couldn’t help but to hold back because I have had about 15 or 20 titles I wanted to buy, but Vinyl Bay 777′s pricing add up quickly in my head. There were no dollar bins as their grading system and overall aesthetic prevented it, which I do understand. Vinyl Bay 777 vied to be different and it does. It does so by offering a lot of rarites, obscure, and hard-to-find titles not found often and at high-quality. They don’t sell “Dean Martin, Barbra Streisand, Mitch Miller, Andy Williams or showtunes…big band, film scores, or soundtracks.” They sell top-notch titles. It’s for collectors, not for pick-up-and-go artists like myself. I can’t blame them.

It’s a shame, really, because they do have lots of great stuff and they do aim for quality. That’s something Vinyl Bay will bat all the way to home plate. I do understand if a store prices specific titles accordingly by rarity and condition here and there. Because Vinyl Bay is for connoiseurs. They do take their rarity and grading 100% which explains why the average threshold of pricing is higher than most stores. On my end, I didn’t feel any bit accessible. I shop to win, not shop for only one or two things. I don’t shop according to grade or condition, I shop for quantity and value. I do have the money the spend, but it doesn’t mean I’d want to needlessly overpay on titles I could find in other places for half the price. But I have to say, at least they have integrity. They weren’t the Long Island Vinyl Exchange years ago where half their stock was un-priced and their owner made you pay whatever he said off the top of his head. He was out in less than a year. Remember that.

After 45 minutes, I left Vinyl Bay 777 purchasing nothing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great store for those who want it and they do a great job for what they’re set out to do. It’s just not for me. As I walked out, I noticed a sign urging customers to write two reviews on different social media accounts and show them to the store for a 15% discount. Too little, too late. Here’s my review. I’m not coming back.

Vinyl Bay 777 shopping list: no dice.

#omega #music #playlists #mixtapes #personal #Long Island #CD #tapes #cassette #vinyl #records

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inkforhumanhands · 2 years ago

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I am :chinhands: at any DVD commentary you'd like to share, so for the "questions for fic writers" game: 2, 17, 37, and (only if you are comfortable sharing!!) 49:D

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Ficlet (30) Humor (20) Angst (13) POV Matt Murdock (10) Getting Together (9) Seems like I tagged all the ficlets in my ficlet series with that lol. However, I wouldn't say I am "a ficlet writer." These are mostly from the writer's month challenge I did way back. As for humor and angst, yes lol. I feel like crangst (crack + angst) is kind of the niche I've carved out for myself: silly scenarios with a bit of ouch. The POV thing is interesting, but it looks like AO3 doesn't necessarily include all of your tags in order because I have 9 fics tagged POV Foggy and it didn't show up in my list. I guess I'm pretty evenly split on whose POV I write. And getting together? Yes! My favorite thing to write lol. Established relationship is generally a lot less interesting to me, so I don't write it as much.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I have two, but I actually think other people would enjoy them just fine. One is a LOTR-esque mattfoggy story, for which I have zero details other than traveling together on the run, hurt/comfort vibes, and the requisite fantasy elements. The other is an FMA (Full Metal Alchemist) earth-65 mattfoggy fusion I came up with together with @amazing-spiderling where young Murderdock tries to resurrect his mother and as part of the toll for trying to do so his personality gets split in half. "Mike," aka the "good" part of Murderdock's personality, is thus relegated to Truth's realm for the most part- except for when he manages to briefly possess Murderdock. You fill in the rest.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

My obligatory answer for this kind of question is always going to be Conditionals. I think the psychological horror tag turns people off lol since that's not usually what they're reading mattfoggy for XD But I think I did a pretty good job with the linguistics/"what if" motif throughout, and there's some really fun writing in it! If I was going to pick another low-kudos fic, I suppose I'd go with To the Dregs. This is one of the aforementioned ficlets, and I don't think it's particularly good. But it is one I have tentative plans to come back to and rewrite as part of a larger fic where Karen and Foggy try resurrecting Matt after Midland Circle and it, of course, goes horribly wrong.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

As usual I have many WIPs, but the one I'm committed to right now is a MikeFoggy fake dating one with MattFoggy endgame. It's shaping up to be quite fun, I think! Have a little snippet: “I had something else in mind,” Mike said, coy as one of the maidens in the period romance novels he’d been reading of late. Foggy froze, every inch of his body going rigid with the exception of his face, which flipped through the five stages of grief before he managed to school it into an expression of stoicism. “You signed an agreement not to proposition me for sex anymore, don’t forget.” “It’s not that,” Mike reassured him begrudgingly, though the tiny voice inside of him he liked to think of as his anti-conscience added, but would that really be so bad? “I want….” He took a deep breath. “I want you to pretend that we’re dating in front of Matt.”

Thanks for the ask! Here's the full list if anyone else wants to join in on the fun.

#asks #mutuallyprime #mattfoggy #mikefoggy #murderdock

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Zillow's price estimates are screwing up homebuying

When Zillow debuted in 2006, the fledgling site bore little resemblance to the real-estate behemoth it is now. There were no options to find an agent, get a mortgage, or request a tour — the search portal couldn't even tell you which homes were actually for sale. There was, however, the Zestimate: a "free, unbiased valuation" for 40 million houses around the US, based on a proprietary algorithm. Half the single-family homes in America suddenly had a dollar figure attached to them, and anyone could take a peek. Zillow's site crashed within hours as a million people raced to ogle at the results.

The initial rush was a sign of things to come. Nowadays, the Zestimate is arguably the most popular — and polarizing — number in real estate. An entire generation of homeowners doesn't know life without the algorithm; some obsessively track its output as they would a stock portfolio or the price of bitcoin. By the time a seller hires a real-estate agent, there's a good chance they've already consulted the digital oracle. For anyone with even a passing interest in the housing market, the Zestimate is a breezy way to take the temperature. Keep tabs on mortgage rates all you want, but they can't tell you that your house has appreciated 20% over the past year, or that your annoying coworker's property is worth more than yours.

Many industry insiders, however, regard the number as a starting point at best and dangerously misguided at worst. Real-estate agents recount arguments with sellers who reject their pricing advice, choosing instead to take the Zestimate as the word of God. One meme likens its disciples to adults who still believe in Santa. Zillow itself lost hundreds of millions of dollars during the pandemic when it relied on its algorithm to buy homes at what turned out to be inflated prices, part of an ill-fated attempt to flip homes at scale.

...

The Zestimate is both everywhere and an enigma. About 104 million homes, or 71% of the US housing stock, have a little dollar figure hovering above them on Zillow's website. One of them is the house in Austin where I was raised until the age of 10. It's not for sale, but right underneath the address, in bold, is the Zestimate. Next to it is a "Rent Zestimate," or the amount the owner could probably charge a tenant each month. You can click to see a graph of its Zestimate over the past decade — the Zillow-fied value of my childhood home rose a staggering 72% from May 2020 to its peak in May 2022 but has since dropped 24% from that top tick thanks to the chill running through the Austin market. In just the past 30 days, the Zestimate has dropped by $4,455. Ouch.

Just how accurate are those numbers, though? Until the house actually trades hands, it's impossible to say. Zillow's own explanation of the methodology, and its outcomes, can be misleading. The model, the company says, is based on thousands of data points from public sources like county records, tax documents, and multiple listing services — local databases used by real-estate agents where most homes are advertised for sale. Zillow's formula also incorporates user-submitted info: If you get a fancy new kitchen, for example, your Zestimate might see a nice bump if you let the company know. Zillow makes sure to note that the Zestimate can't replace an actual appraisal, but articles on its website also hail the tool as a "powerful starting point in determining a home's value" and "generally quite accurate." The median error rate for on-market homes is just 2.4%, per the company's website, while the median error rate for off-market homes is 7.49%. Not bad, you might think.

When you think of the Zestimate, for many, it gives a false anchor for what the value actually is.

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the first part of a 3.5 page comic set featuring Jing Beiyuan (JBY), Wuxi, and Luta from QiYe. The page is 6 panels long. 1. Luta is braiding JBY's hair. It's a fun activity for bonding. 2. Luta is still braiding JBY's hair, and he lifts a strand and inspects it. 3. Luta: Ha! you're getting old, dad. JBY tilts his head back. JBY: What are you talking about? I was old before you were born. 4. Luta yoinks a strand of hair out of JBY's head, surprising JBY. Luta: Oh yeah? check this out. 5. JBY looks offended as Luta shows him the strand of gray hair. JBY: youch ouch what? 6. Luta yanks out another strand, and JBY threads his fingers through his own hair to try to stop this madness. Luta: you've got another one here too. JBY: you little horrible thing!

the second part of a 3.5 page comic set featuring Jing Beiyuan (JBY), Wuxi, and Luta from QiYe. The page is 6 panels long. 1. JBY is braiding the back of Wuxi's hair, adding silver beads with a crochet hook, and is looking contemplative and distracted. Wuxi is braiding one of his front side braids. Wuxi: are you alright? You're being quiet this morning. 2. JBY pauses. JBY: ... 3. It's broadly the same panel. JBY: I'm going gray. 4. Wuxi looks delighted, turning around, letting go of the braid that he was working on and pulling his hair out of JBY's hands. Wuxi: are you? let me see JBY: you little monster, I wasn't done! 5. JBY leans his head forward and allows Wuxi to card through his hair. JBY: your horrible student may have yanked them all out. Wuxi: nope here's one 6. Wuxi yoinks another gray hair out of JBY's head. JBY buries his face in his hand, laughing. JBY: you're just as awful!

the third part of a 3.5 page comic set featuring Jing Beiyuan (JBY), Wuxi, and Luta from QiYe. The page is 6 panels long. 1. JBY brings his second hand to cover his face, tearing up. Wuxi grabs his arms and presses his forehead to JBY's face. Wuxi: hey. hey, is it okay? 2. JBY looks at his hands, tearing up. JBY: it's fine, I just 3. the POV shot of character looking at hands which I love to do. The palmistry is accurate, JBY has warped fate lines, short life lines, and broken love lines. He's crying, and tears have dripped onto his palms. JBY: I thought I'd be dead by now? 4. JBY plays with his hair, tears running down his face. JBY: I never thought I could have this. I was just... a means... but now I have you and Luta and out family and everyone is okay and safe and I'm getting old! I just 5. Wuxi stares at JBY intensely in his eyes, taking JBY's face in both hands, wiping away tears. 6. JBY and Wuxi hug tightly. JBY: love you and I love my life and I'm so happy.

the last part of a 3.5 page comic set featuring Jing Beiyuan (JBY), Wuxi, and Luta from QiYe. The page is 3 panels long. 1. Luta is combing JBY's hair. 2. Luta's combing reveals a distinct bite shaped bruise on JBY's neck. 3. JBY looks unrepentant, like he doesn't even care. Luta closes his eyes and keeps combing. Luta is captioned, "I pretend I do not see it". Wuxi peeks in from another room, smirking at them. Wuxi: I bit your dad shitlips.

Somewhat of a doodle sheet featuring Luta from the QiYe extras. The top right doodle is a fullbody shot of Luta throwing a peace sign at the camera. He is wearing a dark underrobe (pants jumpsuit), a lighter skirt, and a short sleeved overrobe in the purple which I use to signify a most saturated color. His inner robe trim and belt have orchids printed on them, and he is wearing cute slippers. His hair calls to mind Elsa from Frozen, with bangs that do not fit in the braids. Other than that, he has two braids that hang down by his ears and one braid going across the top of his head. The rest of his hair is down, and it is somewhat wavy. The top left doodle is a half up shot of Luta. Really, it's just a more mischevious expression. It's very redundant to the first doodle, but I like it, so it is there. The bottom left doodle is a picture of young Wuxi and Luta, both wearing their shamanet robes, for purposes of contrasting them. Wuxi has curlier hair which is in more braids. He is wearing silver jewelry, a beaded chain atop his head. His robes are dark purple and are clasped with a tarantula hawk pin on one shoulder because he would think it's cool. Luta is wearing redder robes and gold jewelry. His hair is messier than Wuxi's. Luta wears a simpler gold chain around his head, but it has jeweled cabochons dangling from it. His robes are clasped with two orchid pins. They are both glaring at the camera. Wuxi's eyes are narrowed in contempt, while Luta's eyes are wide in horror or disgust. The picture is captioned (in gold): "damn bro you've got two generations of shamanet laughing". The center middle doodle is of JBY and Luta hugging like father and son. We can better see Luta's braids situation, and how it's just the one braid going down the top of his head and two by his ears. JBY is making a ^^ face. He is wearing a jasmine scrunchie to imply the passage of time. Luta is on his tiptoes to hug JBY. This will not last long. End ID]

I think JBY still goes grey early despite it all. It is funny how time flies. days continue.

BONUS SILLY AND BONUS SHAMANET EXPLORATION VVV

while I wouldn't deign to call Wuxi's relationship with his baby shamanet "contentious" he literally textually enjoys messing with people. see: gave jiuxiao IBS for a week unprompted.

give it up for the next generation's shamanet!!! ♥♥♥♥

#OP THIS IS SOOO CUTEEEEE!!!!!!#qi ye #described

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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!

two || three || four || five

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol

notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!!

To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know.

Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you.

“Have you seen this bullshit?!” Well, speak of the devil.

All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.

Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force.

“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?”

You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?”

“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?”

Ah. Now he gets it.

He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought?

“I mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, I’d gorilla glue all their holes shut.” He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious.

You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. “But not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?”

“RBF?” He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit.

“Resting Bitch Face.”

He frowned. “I don’t have that.”

“Tobio, you’re doing it right now.”

He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, he’d even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. “Don’t be pouty.”

“I’m not…” he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. “You’re the one that’s upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldn’t you be happy it’s inaccurate?”

Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyama’s eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; there’d be plenty of time for that later.

“I mean, yeah but…I don’t know. It just…feels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they could’ve done was be a little accurate if they’re gonna cause us all this trouble.”

“Us? Pretty sure I’m the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.” He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. “Besides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?”

You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesn’t take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? That’s fine.”

Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. “However, I will admit they were right about one thing.”

With a slight bounce, you couldn’t fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you.

“Oh, really? And what’s that?”

He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine.

“I’m pretty damn good with my hands.”

Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didn’t care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations he’s heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble.

And he was right to assume such.

One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch.

“AKAASHI.” Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. “How could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!”

The former setter gaped; that’s not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didn’t help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair.

Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you cheating on [_____]!”

Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spiker’s words.

“WHAT.”

Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “Way to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.”

“Screw that! I demand answers! Can’t believe I’ve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.” Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock.

“Wait, hold on—”

“Whoa there, let’s not jump to conclusions. The man hasn’t even gotten the chance to speak for himself. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this whole thing.” Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.

“You’re so full of shit.” He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind.

Akaashi abruptly stood. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I’m not cheating on [______], who’s spreading such a thing?”

Bokuto squinted. “Oya? Then how do you explain this?”

Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no.

Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“Uh huh, busted your ass!” Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. “Hey!”

Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. “‘Keiji Akaashi. 6’0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.’ Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.”

“Don’t read that outloud!” Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. “Omf-! Fohkuto-son!”

“What? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!”

Kuroo continued. “‘What many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe there’s a sensitive side to him. That’s why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, who’s not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.’ Holy shit, this is gold.”

“Jesus Christ,” Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. “This cannot be happening to me…”

“Oh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think they’d feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithful—”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isn’t even the purpose of the list, you should know, you’re on it too!”

Bokuto gaped. “I am??”

Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a point—How were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?

Luckily, he didn’t need to wonder for long.

“Keiji!”

He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. “Uh…is everything okay?”

“It’s all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isn’t a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!”

You did a double-take in bewilderment; didn’t expect that. “O..kay?”

Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich.

Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured.

You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to what’s gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliation—You planned to report that stupid post later anyways.

You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that you’d be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted.

And you were so glad he did.

While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous ‘Horny Bucket List’ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold every time there’d be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever it’d be someone you knew, or someone you would’ve never guessed to be on it.

And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriend’s boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal.

Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu until…

“...The fuck?”

As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriend’s face attached with someone else’s name. And not just any someone.

‘O S A M U M I Y A’

You didn’t know whether to laugh, or what. Could they’ve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didn’t bother to @ you, though.

That only pissed you off even further.

‘Osamu Miya. 6’1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite won’t be satisfied until he’s had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that he’s the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.’

“I know damn well they didn’t just…” You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.

‘But, if you’re good, he mayyyy let you top. Don’t think for a second you’re in control tho. Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum ♡.’

Wow.

You weren’t expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didn’t excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw this…

“Hey there, stranger.” You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. “Ya ready?”

“Uh, yeah.” You quickly locked your phone.

A little too quick.

A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. “What’re ya lookin’ at?”

“Hm?”

“Your phone, y’were lookin’ at something.” Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasn’t long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, “Ya lookin’ at porn?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. “Yeah, ‘Tsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.”

Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. “Hey, no judgement here. But don’t forget ya got the real deal right here, darlin’. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. All’s ya gotta do is ask.”

He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.”

Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.

“That joke wasn’t funny back in high school, [______], still ain’t funny now…”

“Oh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriend’s Osamu Miya, and apparently he’s my brat-tamer. Did you know that he won’t even let me top unless I’ve been good-?”

“Knock it off.” Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didn’t falter. “What’s gotten into ya? Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen it yet?”

“Seen what?”

You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. He’d heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertaining…but now?

“THE FUCK?”

He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what you’d originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.

“That’s what I said!” You laughed, incredulously. “The nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably ‘cause they knew I’d call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-”

“‘Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for days’?? I totally have Dom energy! We’re fucking twins, why wouldn’t I? And ‘Samu ain’t no brat-tamer! If anythin’, he’s the goddamn brat.” Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.

You stood there in bewilderment. That’s what he’s concerned about?

Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. “So, you don’t care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?”

“‘Course I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usin’ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothin’ pisses me off more than anyone thinkin’ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my ass…”

You snorted. Why were you not surprised?

Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldn’t help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.

You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumu’s honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomach—So fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought he’d start purring.

“What do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, we’ll put that account on blast afterwards, what d’you say?”

His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. “Thought you’d never ask.”

KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didn’t matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lectures—He had no opinion on it.

“You’re not even a little curious?” Hinata asked.

“No. Not in the slightest.”

The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since they’ve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary.

Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. “Whoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who aren’t interested in knowing if they’re on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...”

This went on for a good minute.

Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. “It’s just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.”

“Sure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,” Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. “Although, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumors…and got that one professor fired…”

Yet another minute, passed.

Kenma couldn’t help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed list—Why people were so obsessed with it was beyond him.

“Sounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.”

There’s silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, but…something definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.

“I wonder if [______] checked.”

Kenma’s thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got.

“…Why would they do that?” He muttered.

Hinata shrugged, “Well, just because you’re not curious doesn’t mean they aren’t. Believe it or not, you’re a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if there’s a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, I’d wanna be the first to know.”

Hm. Couldn’t argue with that. He always feared you’d end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. It’d be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact there’d be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.

He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didn’t make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day?

Kenma kissed his teeth, “You’re being annoying.”

Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. “Don’t mind~!”

The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits n’ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didn’t falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didn’t even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldn’t help getting concerned once he started to notice.

“Uh…is it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?”

“I dunno. Maybe they’re just waiting for me to get off the game…” Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasn’t the case at all.

After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been you—He kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one he’s currently with.

It appeared they’d been trying to get his attention for a while. You must’ve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place. He didn’t need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders.

“I’m heading over to [_____]’s. Sorry to cut our time short.”

The ginger simply smiled. “It’s okay, know you don’t like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!”

Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get to your place.

When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary.

“I’m so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.”

“Um, I’m fine...” he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you were…shielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Why would I be devastated?”

You blinked widely at him. “You mean you hadn’t seen it?”

He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasn’t until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldn’t be.

He slowly began to shake his head. “No...”

You exhaled. “Yes.”

‘Kenma Kozume. 5′6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But don’t let his meek demeanor fool you—it’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know it’s because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, don’t expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, who’ll spend most of the session on his back, but that’s okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.’

He looked at your phone with mild disgust. “You’re fucking joking.”

“'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. That’s why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. ”

“Don’t just say stuff like that out loud...” He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. “What a pain. Whatever, this’ll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and they’ll forget all about me. Guess I’ll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you weren’t gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair.

“You don’t understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!” He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. “My point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when they’re already hooked on the fantasy of you.”

“Exactly, a fantasy.” He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “Meaning they’ll never get to know the real thing, so eventually they’ll get bored. You shouldn’t work yourself up over this, kitten.”

“Yeah, but what if someone-”

Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. “They won’t. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare ‘em off. Problem solved.”

You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed.

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Winchesters 1x1 Bullet Point Rambles

Poofs back into the real world again - WE'RE BACK! Hi ya'll!

I LOVE seeing all the Robbie Thompson credits in the beginning! Just gonna cry in your faces. I'm so happy for him.

And DEAN!!! We thought we were ready, but we were not.

Excellent Indiana Jones scene at the start

Loving the John and Mary dynamic. Also now I want candy.

John’s mom is a stone cold hottie, you guys

“Library? What are we doing here?” SO HAPPY TO HAVE LIBRARIES BACK

John’s having some hard core PTSD visions. He thinks he’s haunted (weeping)

“So, is breaking and entering a big part of hunting?” “Who’s breaking?” LOL

You can’t kill demons - Boris: just wait. Your second son will figure it out

Oh hey I’m adoring Carlos! AH-doring. What a great entrance!

Boris: He comes in like a hurricane

“There are no secrets in the Campbell family 😬

Carlos and Lata are super cute

"Paranormal freemasons." Love it. Highly accurate

“She’s really a lot meaner when you get to know her.” #goals

Mary’s just trying to shove everyone back outta hunting! Worth a try, Mary

The only thing worse than the beginning of a hunter is how they end. We KNOW TOO MUCH

Bonding in a cemetery. Who HASN'T done this?

Mary intends to leave hunting behind once she finds her dad. She just wants to live her life! (ouch)

Side note: Remember when it took sam and dean like 16 episodes to find their dad?

I love the creepy underground cemetery complex. Is it a minotaur??? (It’s a loup-garou and it means business.)

DAMN John just pulled out his friend's silver necklace from his arm. Reckless and over the top from day one

Mary emerging from that tunnel thing = truth coming out of her well dot gif

Ooo I like the magic monster catching box. Very ghostbusters.

John and his mom have a reckoning. “You’re mad at me? I’m the one who stayed.”

Oh hey! It’s Henry Winchester’s ACTUAL VOICE! omg nice casting

“Saving people, hunting things - I was born to do this” - STAHP (don’t stop)

We wonder if John’s mom was still alive when John died, since he wasn’t that old.

Ada fills John in on what she knows about his dad...but all the Men of Letters she knew disappeared 15 years ago. PHEW I love that we get to play with this lore, and that it wasn't that long ago.

Akrida is an invading creature from another dimension? (Dean voice) Are there tentacles?

Oh it’s Mary Winchester’s merry band! Love the tune playing this episode out.

LOOK AT DEAN! He’ll keep picking the music. The samulet’s hanging from the rearview… Green cooler in the back. Yes, all my stuff is back in its proper place.

We're on board :)

#spnwin spoilers #spnwin 1x01 #pilot #spnwin season 1 #spnwin thoughts #john winchester #carlos #latika #ada monroe #dean winchester #the winchesters #mary campbell

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monpalace · 3 years ago

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When the telekinetic-telepathic has a mental bond with her soulmate. Teasing from ensues.

So, you're an omega-level mutant, right? You're telepathic-telekinetic? I know we've talked about it before, but it's always interesting to hear things about you, Jean.

There's a laugh from the other side of the link and Ms. Marvel Girl closes her mind off to the bustling students around her. It's a lot easier to deal with when it's only you, she responds. She was working on something for Professor Xavier— his mutant psychology and physiology class from what you could interpret. It's just.. so many things at once. I've recently learned how to shut it all up, but it still takes a lot of effort on my part, y'know?

I can figure, you respond with a fluttery feeling of your own. The softness of her voice and exhausted sincerity in her words made something in you fill with sympathy and pity. It sucks we aren't anywhere near each other. Do you think it'd be any better if we were?

Some part of Jean flusters at your thoughts. The mutant part her tries to recede into the further corners of her mind, but the soulmate part is unable to do the same. While a conversation is with you could never dull to be boring (she found you the most interesting in the world), she could still feel it start to become awkward from her side.

She'd think herself better equipped than this. She'd never probe someone's mind to know their innermost feelings, only figure out what next they wanted to talk about; but she doesn't want to do that to you.

Instead, she goes for (probably) the worst option on the list.

I can feel you're a mutant too. You can— What? What's wrong? What'd I do?

No, no! You didn't do anything. I just forget that you can do that— I didn't expect you to..

I really, truly am sorry! I just— I assumed and I shouldn't have and I— Jean stops herself when she feels you start to calm. The thought of helping your process by sending the feeling of lying down in a soft bed, the sensation of an animal putting their full weight on your lap, the sun beating against your skin while sunbathing on the beach— she quickly stops when she realizes you could hear her thoughts as though she were yelling them at the top of her lungs.

You encourage the train of thought, much to the befuddlement of Jean, and offer some of your own. You can keep going, if you want. I don't mind. You tease, trying to get her mind off of what happened seconds prior. Bringing them back to both of your attentions. Is that how you see me? It's so..

Accurate? Jean finished for you, bashfulness emanating from her. I don't think you'd want to know how..

I have a stalker?

Soulmate, she corrects, but.. yes.

Is it because you looked around with cerebro? You pry, a sly feeling washing over you. Jean was more than in-tuned with your mind, feeling you already knew the answer. Or did you look me up online? I don't recall a connection giving you any clues for your soulmate's looks.

Jean went quiet, lips pressed thin before she jumps out of her thoughts (and you). A rough knock on her door causes whatever subconscious mental gymnastics her mutation was working through, all the items in her dorm drop to the floor, thumps coming from the room beneath her's at all the noise.

Hold on, she grunts as she stands, feeling bruises form all over her body. Scott's here.

You're hurt?

I wasn't entirely mentally present.

Ouch. You reply with an airy noise of amusement. What does he want?

There was no feeling of jealousy in you or your words. Both of you were comfortable with where you stood in your situation-ship.

Another mission, Jean sighs. Putting on a knowing smile, she opens the door and offers a soft greeting to Scott. I have to go and get ready. Think about you later?

There's a hum of confirmation from you, Jean able to sense the adoration and worry as though they were trying to pull her under. Remember to check in every-so often?

Of course.

Then I'll think to you later.

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neoheros · 4 years ago

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galas aren't really atsumu's thing.

he sees them more as work events than actual parties, and as much as he'd actually prefer to skip them, it is technically part of his job to attend with the team.

that's how he finds himself here.

standing in the middle of men in suits, sipping on fancy champagne and passing around tiny hors d'oeurves, when all he wants to do right now, more than anything in the world, is to go home to his warm and comfortable bed.

but, as luck would have it, in the midst of it all, he sees you, alone in a corner as you observe everyone else from a far distance.

and atsumu has a strong feeling, the night is going to get better.

"hey, you." he smiles, seeing you look up at him the second you hear his voice, and when you put away your phone to give more focus to him, he can’t help but smile wider.

miya atsumu is the bachelor of the evening.

his blond hair neatly gelled as his fringe falls gently to the side, his black tux fitting him perfectly with the exception of his unbuttoned cuff links, and finally, like a cherry on top, his sticker name tag placed directly on the middle of his chest.

and instead of his name on it, it reads “the hottest msby jackals player ever!!” in big, permanent black ink.

your eyes crinkle, shoulders rising lightly as you laugh, "you look like you’re having fun."

"nah." atsumu shakes his head, "feels stuffy in here with all the suits."

and you tease, "scared the other guys might show off better than you?"

and he looks at you, rolling his eyes, but the stark grin on his lips doesn’t waver.

fifty minutes into the gala and he was ready to leave and quit his job then and there, but two minutes with you, and he’s ready to attend a thousand more of these in the future.

"you look good tonight." atsumu tells you, his eyes focused exactly on how you’d react.

“thanks,” you wave him off, laughing like you think he isn’t serious, "you look okay, i guess."

"hey!" he frowns, patting the sticker on his chest harshly, "read the name tag."

"the hottest player in msby, huh?" you tease, shaking your head in faux annoyance.

"notice how i put “player”, so you can also technically be considered the hottest in the team too." he nods, looking very proudly at you as he explains it, and he taps the sticker on his chest again.

you tilt your head, "that’s very considerate?"

and he grins, "it’s accurate too."

the evening has been going on for a while, so it’s really hard to tell whether the people inside are having genuine fun or way too drunk to even recognize what actual music is.

but as atsumu stands in front of you, in your own little corner in the big event hall, you can’t tell if the red in his face is from the alcohol or from something completely other than that.

"miya atsumu." you smile, eyes crinkling, "are you flirting with me?"

and you mean that in a teasing way, your shoulders rising a bit as you laugh, and you take another sip of your drink as you watch him watch you.

"i have been for the past two years." he nods, his smile relaxed, and he laughs, "i was worried you were never gonna notice."

you shake your head, "well, maybe you’re just bad at it."

and in full atsumu fashion, he clutches his heart harshly, fakely falling onto one knee, and yelling, "ouch!" as he looks at you with a deep frown.

you’d call him an idiot, but you have a feeling he already knows you’d say that — so you let him have his fun, letting him grab onto your hand to lift him back up.

"what’re you doing here, atsumu?" you raise a brow.

he hums, "hm?"

"why are you here in this corner with me?" you ask, pointing slightly to the space around you.

he tilts his head, unsure of what you mean.

and you shrug, "like, shouldn’t you be out there with everyone else drinking and mingling?"

and atsumu laughs, "i am drinking and mingling."

"not with me." you roll your eyes, pushing his shoulder back lightly as he continues to laugh.

"i like…" he starts, and he looks to the wall, then back to you, and he’s suddenly very aware that he’s unsure of what to say.

so he says instead, "talking — to you — i like talking to you."

and it’s stupid, but his ears are pink, and his hands feel clammy and nervous — but you smile anyways, and you tell him you like talking to him too — and suddenly his ears turn from a light pink to a deep red that slightly reaches his nose.

you pat him on the shoulder.

"i have to do my rounds." you tell him, getting ready to leave as you put your glass of champagne down, "gotta check on everyone on the team."

"check on me?" atsumu grins.

you wave him off, laughing, "i think i just did."

and that would’ve been the end of it — you walking away from him as you go ahead to check on the rest of his team and him eventually asking bokuto for a ride home.

but there’s something about seeing you walk away from him that sets him on edge, and maybe it’s the alcohol, or the fact that the two of you have been so friendly tonight, but he’d really hate himself in the morning if he doesn’t at least try to make you stay.

"hey!" he calls out, biting his tongue as soon as he does, but when you turn around to face him again, the look on your face almost as curious as his, he finds it really hard to regret stopping you.

you tilt your head, “yeah, tsumu?”

he’s pink in the face, he puts his hand behind his neck, “i know yer probably gonna be busy but…”

and he hesitates, but not because he doesn’t know what to say, he knows very well what to say, he’s been practicing what to say and how to say it in the bathroom mirror every morning for months now — but right now, as you stand in front of him, waiting for him to speak, he’s suddenly at a loss for words.

the pink in his skin turns to red.

you blink, smiling, “atsumu?”

“ah fuck — i’m just gonna say it,” he laughs, almost a bit too randomly, and he says this more to himself than to you.

there’s a second stuck in the air.

and atsumu looks at you, "wanna go for some coffee after this?"

( what he really wanted to say was “do you wanna go on a date with me?” but hey, he’s nervous and he’s flustered, and the coffee thing was the easiest way to ask you out without him wanting to run in a marathon. )

"okay." you smile, nodding lightly.

"okay?" he quips a brow, and then he nods, mirroring your actions as he repeats, "okay!"

atsumu’s smile reaches his eyes, his shoulders rising with his chest as he laughs, and he looks at you diligently, repeating over and over again the word ‘okay!’

"you’re an idiot." you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you laugh, and you turn back on your heels to walk away.

atsumu calls out to you as you go, "well, you’re the one getting coffee with an idiot!"

and just as easily as how he found you earlier in the evening, you’re lost in the crowd again, but this time, atsumu isn’t feeling so cheap and bored with the party.

he walks around, the glass in his hand empty but he’s been refusing to refill it to keep himself sober for later.

a wide smile not once leaving his face, a slight skip in his steps.

"hey," hinata nudges him on the side, taking his attention as he stops to stand with him in a quiet corner, and he beams, "you look happy."

atsumu shrugs, the remnants of his conversation with you still stuck in his mind, and he smiles wider, "it’s a good party."

bokuto looks at hinata, narrowing his eyes slightly in suspicion as he knows well enough that this gala tonight is definitely far from a good party.

"is he drunk?" he frowns, and he turns to atsumu, shaking him lightly, "tsumu, are you drunk?"

he shakes his head.

and hinata chimes, "you want us to take you home?"

an hour ago, coming home sounded like the greatest idea there could be — but now — well, now he has you to look forward to.

"no, stop," atsumu shakes his head, waving both of his friends away as he fixes the way he stands, "i’m not drunk, i’m fine."

and he follows, with a big grin on, "and i'm not riding with you guys tonight."

bokuto and hinata share a look.

and hinata frowns, "cause you know if you are drunk, you’re gonna have to tell us so we can drive you home. you’re already a bad driver when you’re not full of alcohol, who knows how many laws you’ll break when you are drunk–"

but at some point in hinata's words, atsumu spaces out, waving his friend's voice off with a worry as he spots you again in the endless crowd.

it's been a very long time since atsumu's met you, but it really does feel like it was only yesterday when he mustered up the courage to admit to himself that maybe ... in a blue moon ... he's actually fallen in love with you.

he hates this dumb gala - it’s an annoying work event - he had all intentions of skipping, but somehow, somewhere along the lines of realizing you were attending and it meaning he'd get to spend some time with you, he found himself actually being excited for it.

under the yellow lights, with the music in the background and murmurs and chatter from the crowd, it's easy to lose focus in a party like this - but atsumu sees you well and clear.

the smile he doesn't even realize forming reaches his eyes, crinkling just a tiny bit as he finds himself liking looking at you.

"tsumu?" bokuto lightly shakes him, "you listening, buddy?"

"yeah." atsumu shakes his head, pulling himself back to reality and into the conversation, a silly smile on his face as he turns pink, "sorry, i - yeah."

and bokuto looks at him quizzically, "are you sure you're not drunk?"

from afar, atsumu's gaze shifts back to you, watching you intently as he finally notices that you aren't exactly by yourself.

by your side, clumsily standing over you, sakusa blinks heavily, his glass of expensive wine in your hands as he's obviously drank himself into a stupor, and the situation is pretty clear.

it's an innocent encounter - probably.

but it has atsumu's smile dropping when he sees how sakusa looks at you, because even drunk, sakusa really can't hide how much he likes you.

your arm links with sakusa's as you take his keys from him, and carefully, you guide him to walk with you, keeping him close and safe, and atsumu wonders if you'd ever do that for him too.

his chest feels heavy but just like earlier, he really can't bring himself to look away from you.

hinata taps on his shoulder, "you okay?"

and he blinks, and suddenly he's back to where he was again.

atsumu smiles, sighing shyly as he feels embarrassed more than anything else.

the evening is over, but his chest feels so much heavier.

"i think i may need a ride home after all."

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