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nishimura riki fic recs!

✷ jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader - @delcakoo (how is niki supposed to focus on biology when his shy tutor is so irresistible and fun to tease?)

✷ take (me) out - @jennaissantes (eating from each others plates)

✷ CUPID’S CORNER — nishimura riki - @amakumos (because he’s a little shit, nishimura riki sends a totally embarrassing confession about you to “cupid’s corner”, a twitter account that posts anonymous confessions from decelis academy students. but when that joke confession suddenly makes a bunch of people confess to you on cupid’s corner (for real this time!) riki finds that he’s jealous — and oh… he can’t believe it took him a fake confession to realise that he’s crazily in love with you.)

✷ NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS... - @tyunni

✷ NERVOUS : NISHIMURA RIKI - @str0l0gy (IN WHICH you make riki nervous.)

✷ THE ATTRACTIVE THINGS NISHIMURA RIKI DOES - @enhyqenn

✷ JOAH (I LIKE YOU) - NI-KI SMAU - @jayujus (in where fashion student and model, jo y/n, has been openly crushing on dance student, riki nishimura for god knows how long. that is until one day, she crushes on someone else and riki goes feral.)

✷ ( 尤も ) NATURAL — riki nishimura ᯽ - @latriii (It was natural to call you pretty, it was natural to approach you, it was natural to confess to you, and it was natural to like you. Sadly for Nishimura Riki, his liking for you was meant from afar. Riki had seen you at the volleyball court during the first day of hybe sport summer camp, since then— he developed a huge crush on you, word spread that a huge amount of people have.)

✷ [ NISHI RIKI AS YOUR HS TROUBLE MAKER BF — 🩹 !! ] - @invvuu

✷ ｡⋅✴︎｡⚬⋅ WHAT ARE WE? - @goldenhypen (the way you and riki act as best friends has everyone questioning what you two really are.)

✷ bad game (aim) - nishimura riki - @saursoob

✷ three strikes - nishimura riki x fem! reader - @boydepartment

✷ READ YOUR CONTACT— ni-ki - @mandukkul (riki gets a bit confused end ends up texting his talented gf)

✷ “kissing, I hope they caught us” ┈ ❊ ﹒ 🌪️ - @chlorinecake

✷ and you?  - @palajae (niki x tutor!reader)

✷ team captain - @jongseongsnudes (badboy!niki, bf!nishimura)

✷ ୨୧ KISS IT BETTER — n. riki - @bywons (badboy nishimura riki x f!reader)

✷ i’m just a teenage dirtbag baby ( like you. ) - @leaderwonim (nishimura riki was infamous for being handsome and also quite the character. he’d purposely throw papers everywhere, bump into people without a care, and ditch class like it was nothing. you were the complete opposite, but deep down, nishimura riki knew you were just like him)

✷ DUOLINGO DATE : NRK - @chaewandz (niki catches u practicing japanese on duolingo just for him while he’s asleep)

✷ plushies and pouts ☆ riki nishimura - @star-sim (that one time that riki punched your plushie and you got mad at him.)

✷ TEXT ME BACK! - @hoony2k (it's the middle of the night, the phone keeps buzzing, you've been trying to fall asleep, there's a knock on your window...wait what?)

[callmrmorrow]

to make up for my last post, here’s what i think the invincible characters would do as content creators

mark grayson/invincible: comic book channel who analyzes and breaks down different in-world comics, particularly seance dog. very critical. has those really dumb cheesy thumbnails of his jaw hanging while he points at the new issue in blatant shock. is on youtube. think star wars theory but with less alt-right pipeline bs. has a somewhat decent following

nolan grayson/omniman: this motherfucker hates social media and thinks it is one of the most moronic things to come out of humanity. has a twitter account to post about his books, only follows his wife and son (maybe his publisher) but doesn’t like mark’s tweets bc they’re mostly complaining, flaming, or talking about comic books (average male teen activities)

debbie grayson: house hunters for superheroes, or maybe closer to selling sunset with the entire company? could sell you a house with two murder victims on the floor ten feet away from you. if it’s something like selling sunset, she’s definitely the most popular with the fans because she’s super humble, competent, and shockingly compassionate on the camera. has a couple superfans who are largely middle-aged men and the occasional teenage girl (she has to manually block them on nolan’s phone; i imagine he’s not insecure but maybe a bit possessive)

amber bennett: probably runs a tiktok account on social justice topics. might have a tumblr or some other online blog where she breaks down current events and shares petitions for world betterment. anything but performative, frequently starts or attends protests for various causes. insanely well-spoken, lots of posts about her work at the soup kitchen, and you just know she donates money to everyone who pops up on her feed. such a good person it almost makes you feel like you’re not doing enough (and that’s lowkey the point).

eve wilkins/atom eve: science tutoring on youtube. faceless, think like khan academy, but has voiceovers. covers simple to super advanced stuff in a very understandable format that made her super popular. its some shit like “atomswitheve,” and it’s wildly popular but she literally never talks about it #humblequeen. while she and rex were dating, she let him edit a video and came back to like six explosions superimposed over chemical formulas.

the immortal: fucking history channel but it’s all about things he’s actually experienced, but nobody fucking believes him. voiceovers a slideshow of images. incredibly boring, comments are full of people saying “source” and he replies “I was there.” but again… no one believes him. a couple college professors cite his videos for historical inaccuracy — and they are inaccurate because immortal has an ego, but his content is actually closer than other firsthand accounts because he survived most of the stuff (and remembers it well).

oliver grayson: debbie screens his online time so he doesn’t go all ultron (we all know this motherfucker has little care for human life). mostly posts skating stuff or gaming clips that aren’t particularly good. does not get much traction but mark is always in his comments hyping him up, but he’s always wrong about what tricks oliver performs; it’s become a habit for oliver to march up to mark and say “this was actually a nollie inward heelflip you MORON”

rex splode: runs his own fan account that has like 7 posts of the druski dance with himself and captions like “yes i’m rex splode, yes i’m the best guardian, yes i bagged atom eve, yes i can defeat omni man, did i mention i can defeat omni man?” relatively popular. does tiktok live reactions of WWE fights — since he’s not wearing his costume, no one knows who he is — or anything else that his viewers submit. got cancelled twice but nobody seems to care, least of all him.

shrinking rae: runs a youtube account that is like… emulating one of those “day in the life of a [insert occupation] student” videos where she just kind of pretends to be normal. also makes cooking videos, videos about cleaning her apartment, self-care tips and tricks for young women (can’t imagine she got a lot of advice from her gung-ho superhero parents), and study habits for struggling college students. she kind of pretends to be who she wants to be irl.

kate cha: lowkey a music producer, since all her clones just play different instruments or harmonize with each other. she doesn’t get a lot of chances to do it with her hero work, but releases nothing but bangers when she can. featured rex yelling at her for cheating on him as an intro for one of her songs (like that one guy on tiktok) and it blew up. has a lot of songs about death, which most think is odd (important to remember she’s died a lot).

cecil stedman: does NOT post on social media and i can’t think of a world where he would. but if he did, it’s probably just a fake bot account that reposts pro-government propaganda. “more funding for the GDA” “cecil was right” “lets double the US defense budget” he’s the kind of guy to like everything on his fyp just to throw off the algorithm.

i do have more but this post is getting too long for most people’s (including me) low attention spans. will do a part 2 with requested characters if this is well-received

[hughesmybaby]

spicy links part 4.

masterlist

previous editions:

1, 2, 3

a/n: you guys always love these, so i updated how id summarize them to give you all a better look on how to imagine these scenarios.

sorry the links were being deleted last time but these are all fairly recent and I checked they’re safe from the recent mass suspensions of accounts.

please send me what you think, which ones you liked, talk to me as my inbox is open for requests, comments, suggestions, and more will be coming.

characters featured:

coriolanus snow

tom blyth

billy the kid

REQUESTS OPEN.

coryo

academy!coryo not wanting to take your virginity yet

president!coryo needing an heir and not wanting to waste a drop

senator!coryo engaged to you but not wanting to take your virginity until your wedding night and says "just the tip"

peacekeeper!coryo dragging you to the woods because you're in trouble

sneaking in your rooms with academy!coryo

tied up by dom!coryo

a good housewife with husband!coryo

tutor!coryo when you get the answers to your homework right

coryo making you come on his fingers and maintaining eye contact

punished by daddy!dom!coryo for being bratty and misbehaving

tom

tom waking you up after a long time away

wedding night with husband!tom

lazy day with tom

tropical vacation with tom

waking you up with head

tom washing you real good in the shower

tom making you squirt and overstimulating

nipple sucking and boob worship

fucking you with your legs up

pretty in pink

handjob and playing with his pretty dick

billy

billy taking his frustrations out on you after a long tiring day

save a horse ride a cowboy with billy

deep throating with billy

taking it from behind with billy

bent over after a game of pool with billy

billy carrying you and fucking you against the wall

fucking you while you play with yourself

riding billys face as he eats you out

billy making you arch your back for him

[cinnamanz]

# MAMMA MIA — profile one!

ROCK, PAPER, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (and keeho)

yn ln . ݁₊ ⊹ . 📽.ᐟ ynln , fakecinephile

once a nerd, always a nerd. film and music geek that tries to act nonchalant, but in reality if you mention any of her interests, she'll yap your ears off. doesn't study but always passes, retired theatre kid, looks intimidating but she's truly just a loser deep inside, somehow knows how to play most rock instruments, lowkey rich, runs her letterboxd account like its her only job.

huh yunjin . ݁₊ ⊹ . 📽.ᐟ jenaissante , donttalk2huh

opera singer that thought juggling music theatre with opera would be a great idea, met yn through musictwt where they yapped about music for a whole hour straight, has been trying to have yn transfer to dream academy since they became mutuals, plays roblox backstage and always gets screamed at by the stage manager.

yoon stephen . ݁₊ ⊹ . 📽.ᐟ yoonstephen , keysandahoe

got a scholarship and thought dream academy would be easy and all practical, ended up having twenty theory tasks piled up on his plate, part of the school's rock band and passes practical tasks with flying colours, the only thing carrying his grades from falling, constantly asks yujin go tutor him.

AHN YUJIN . ݁₊ ⊹ . 📽.ᐟ ahnyujin , wonyoungsgf

part of dream academy's student council as the secretary for extra credits, dancer, has been yearning for wonyoung—stuco president—since day one and kinda makes it her whole personality. met yn through yunjin's constant rambling about this 'cool nonchalant queen' and ended up becoming good friends with yn who she yaps to about wonyoung.

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[pinkacademiaprincess]

Hiii I’m so sorry to bother you!, hope your day goes well <3 I just want to ask, how can I improve in maths? I’m preparing myself for the sat and I have trouble with understanding it. Any tips would be very much appreciated, thanku !! ♡

Become a Math Whiz: Acing Math Class & the SAT 📈✏️📚👩‍🏫

ty for the ask & the kind words! you are never a bother, i'm happy to help 🥰 i can def give some tips as someone who went from struggling w/ math to being good at it. and i’ve taken the SAT so i know that experience as well! i hope this helps 💗

take accountability

it’s very easy to try to shift blame & avoid taking responsibility for your grades/ performance. i used to think things like “the teacher is just bad!” or “i’m just not a math person!” but this mindset is just deflecting. some things are out of your control, like what teacher you have or preferring other subjects, but you have to step up & work hard to create your own success! remembering this will help you stay motivated and disciplined.

find your learning style

i talked about this in a previous post too, but there are different styles of learning - visual, auditory, hands-on, & reading/writing - and not all of them work for everyone. if you spend a ton of time studying and don’t see improvement or results, that’s a big sign that you’re studying wrong. a method that works for your friend or that your teacher uses might not actually be effective for you. so do some research into learning styles and study methods, and find implement strategies that work for you.

never fall behind

okay, easier said than done. but one of the biggest reasons i used to struggle is math is that i would get stuck on a concept, never fully master it, and then i’d stay behind. in math, a lot of topics build on each other. if you get stuck on a topic, it’s crucial that you figure it out asap or your confusion will snowball. you can’t build a solid structure on top of a wobbly foundation. the moment you encounter a problem area, study it until you’ve completely understood.

practice makes perfect

i try to steer clear of recommending specific study methods b/c everyone has different learning styles. but math is so dependent on problem solving & applications that you really have to master this skill in order to succeed. beyond just reviewing your notes & reading over concepts, you need to practice applying topics by solving problems. do the homework questions & do them for accuracy, even if it’s just graded for completion. find extra problems in the textbook, workbook, online, etc. redo questions from class or the hw that confused you until you can do them correctly without your notes. drill it until you can solve them AND understand how the steps work!

ask for help

i am clearly a big proponent of asking for help. in school, your teachers are gonna be one of the best resources you have. for one, they’re teachers for a reason, so even if you think they’re not too great at explaining stuff, they know the concepts. and besides that, your teachers the ones who are creating units, assigning your work, writing & grading your tests... they should be your go-to for questions. visit them during office hours or email to set up a meeting where you can discuss concepts. ask for extra practice problems, ask them to look over your work & let you know how it looks, talk through your work with them. aside from teachers, you can get help from a tutor, a classmate, whoever you can turn to. but pls don’t suffer alone! succeeding with help is still succeeding.

use the internet

so maybe your teacher truly sucks at explaining. maybe you don’t have classmates to help and can’t afford a tutor. or maybe you just wanna supplement your learning another way. i really really recommend utilizing free learning tools online!! khan academy is an obvious one for videos, practice problems, and more. you can also find tons of youtube videos explaining math topics. sometimes it helps to hear things explained another way. i also google “[math concept] practice problems” if i want extra questions to work through.

bonus: tips for SAT math

the SAT is a bit different b/c the math concepts aren’t actually too advanced. it’s all multiple choice so you don’t get to rely on partial points for showing your work. the SAT is testing your strategy & speed as much as it’s actually testing you on math concepts, so here are my best tips for that specifically:

use khan academy’s SAT prep tool - it’s free (!!!!!) and it links to your collegeboard account. it uses prior years’ SAT content so it’s very similar to the test itself. it helps you pace yourself, pinpoint your problem areas, learn & apply concepts, & track your progress. here's a screenshot from when i used it, as you can see my scores improved and i was able to ultimately get a superscore of 1450!

take practice tests - this helps you get familiar with the time constraint. khan academy has plenty!!

do a ton of SAT math practice questions - ideally, find a ton of questions used in prior SAT tests and just crank them out. the test's concepts are quite repetitive so if you just focus on the topics they usually test, you can master them

learn test-taking strategies - the SAT is multiple choice and has a tricky time constraint, so however you can save time will help. become good at using the process of elimination & other multiple choice test methods. you can find these sorts of tips online!

i hope this helps! know that you are completely capable of improving at math. i went from thinking i suck at it & doing poorly in math class to acing my calc courses & studying to enter a math-focused field. utilize your resources and figure out your best study style asap, and you WILL see improvements!

[rainbowfish1099]

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mel and lest — GRWM/organize our apartment with us videos + Mel think pieces on current political events

jayce and viktor — science tutor videos like khan academy

caitlyn and vi — SUPER competitive gaming channel but they only play stuff like pikmin and stardew valley

ekko and jinx — those stupid youtube prank accounts that go and like scream in public bathrooms

[mariacallous]

When Ryan O’Neal was making the promotional rounds for “Paper Moon,” in 1973, the actor informed the press that he did not want his nine-year-old daughter and co-star, Tatum, to make any more movies until she reached adulthood. “I’ve seen what has happened to child stars,” he said. He alleged that on “Peyton Place,” the prime-time soap opera that made him famous, babies who appeared in scenes were sedated to keep them from crying, except for one occasion when a scene actually called for a baby to cry, which was achieved by sticking pins in the child’s foot.

By Tatum’s account, O’Neal was a jealous and violent father, and a neglectful one—when she won an Academy Award for “Paper Moon,” neither he nor Tatum’s mother attended the ceremony. And yet even a man as limited as O’Neal possessed the moral discernment to hope, however idly, that his child might climb out of the Hollywood threshing machine into which he had tossed her. (She didn’t: Tatum made five more movies before she turned eighteen.) More than fifty years ago, any semi-sentient being could recognize the dangers of forcing minors to work gruelling hours performing emotions for the delectation of large and unseen audiences, long before their brains had finished developing.

Given this history, the aggrieved posturing of the many stage mothers in “Bad Influence: The Dark Side of Kidfluencing,” a three-part documentary series now streaming on Netflix, is dumbfounding. All of them permitted their tween and teen kids to generate content for the social-media star Piper Rockelle—whose ensemble of supporting players was known as the “Squad”—and for their own channels. Kids and parents describe logging upward of twelve-hour days at the home of Rockelle’s “momager” and creative director, Tiffany Smith. The kids filmed inane skits, creepy “crush challenges” (“Last to Stop KISSING BOYFRIEND Wins $10,000 **COUPLES Challenge**💋”), and increasingly unhinged pranks that were orchestrated by Smith and her boyfriend-director-editor, Hunter Hill. One involved staging a boy’s arrest (“Getting ARRESTED In Front Of My CRUSH To See Her Reaction PRANK!! **SHE CRIED**). In another, Rockelle faked passing out (the postmortem of this episode was titled “Something TERRIBLE Happened To My BEST FRIEND **CHALLENGE GONE WRONG**🚑🤕”). At times, cameras caught unwitting Squad members becoming hysterical in the midst of what turned out to be pranks. “We didn’t know a lot of the things that were going on—we weren’t allowed to be there,” one mother told “Inside Edition.” But a lot of the “things that were going on” were on YouTube. That’s where the money was coming from.

The families of eleven Squad members eventually filed a lawsuit against Smith and Hill, alleging that Smith perpetuated an “emotionally, physically and sometimes sexually abusive environment,” one that included inappropriate touching and a barrage of insults and innuendo. They’ve also claimed that Smith flouted child-labor laws and did not provide adequate breaks or allow for regular, on-set tutoring; in “Bad Influence,” one of the kids remarks that she would wake up early to “do school” on her tablet for a couple of hours before starting a full day of shooting. (Smith and Hill have denied all accusations of wrongdoing, and the suit was recently settled out of court.)

The lawsuit, one of the mothers says, is a means of raising awareness about “what happened to all of us,” as if she were talking about a listeria outbreak or a tornado. Another says, “I hope that we can prevent other kids going through the situation that our kids went through.” A third mom, who worked for a time as a Squad stylist—which meant sourcing crop tops and stiletto heels for girls as young as eleven—breaks down in tears while discussing the revelations in the lawsuit. It’s as if each of them pushed her kid out of an airplane and then feigned shock that the ground was so hard.

“Bad Influence” invokes infamous recent examples of parents who used abuse and coercion to generate lucrative content, including the vloggers Ruby Franke (convicted for felony aggravated child abuse, now in prison) and Michael and Heather Martin (convicted of child neglect, now on probation). But Franke and the Martins were operating within essentially closed family systems, whereas Smith was attracting contract players into her own little quasi movie studio. The documentary underscores the cultlike aspects of the Piper Rockelle experience, and maybe the cultlike properties of the entertainment industry writ large. Smith is cast as the gifted but erratic leader whose magnetism may be inexplicable to outsiders; she isolates her followers, makes them emotionally and financially dependent on her favor, and metes out harsh penalties for dissent or departure from the fold. Several of the kidfluencers who left the Squad discovered that their content had been mass-reported as violent, or embedded in porn or in gambling sites, which sabotaged their S.E.O. results and tanked their revenue.

Smith, Hill, and Rockelle, who is now seventeen, did not agree to be interviewed for “Bad Influence,” but they are constantly present in the footage—especially Rockelle. She is the beaming, seemingly indefatigable cipher at the center of the whole sordid mess; always on but never there. Toward the end of the documentary, the mothers and their attorney agree that Rockelle is the first and biggest victim in the Squad debacle. As a small child, she did hard time on the pageant circuit and appeared on a “Dance Moms”-esque reality show; she has apparently never attended school and struggles with reading (Smith claims Piper was homeschooled), and most of the friends she has known are the ones whom her mother recruited into her acting troupe. After the lawsuit was made public, Rockelle’s YouTube account was demonetized and her brand deals vanished. She moved over to the site BrandArmy, where subscribers over the age of eighteen can pay three-figure sums to unlock premium content, and where her uploads included bikini shots and other things I don’t feel like describing.

The year 2025 has thus far been dominated by people who hold obscene amounts of power over vulnerable groups, and who abuse their power for money in the cruellest and stupidest ways. These people are enabled by their ostensible opponents, who throw up their hands, ask what they could have possibly done, and leave it to the courts to figure out. It’s easy to believe that the moms of “Bad Influence” feel heartsick for Piper Rockelle, but there is a dissonance in their sorrow and concern. After all, they saw what Rockelle had—all that her mother had given her—and decided that they wanted the same for their own children. That’s why they’re in the documentary. That’s why we’re giving them views. There will always be somebody willing to stick the pins in the baby’s foot.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 67

Penelope Gate's first son died when he was less than a year old. (Novel: The Room With No Doors) This is significant because according to some accounts Penelope was the Doctor's mother, which would have made this son the Doctor's half-brother.

Susan was once seriously injured in a building collapse, getting a concussion, a fracture to the parietal bone that put pressure on her brain, major fractures to her clavicle, a few ribs, radius, ulna, tibia, damage to her spine, blood loss, shock, etc. While in a healing coma, she was replaced by an android duplicate, who helped save the day and pilot the last ship off the planet even though she wouldn't be able to be repaired by the people she was helping. (Novel: City at World's End)

One of the Doctor's Tutors at the Academy was called Professor Findle. Once while the Sixth Doctor was seeing vision meant to frighten him, he saw things like Cybermen, Daleks, Davros, and Findle. Findle had chided the young First Doctor for being a "nasty piece of work" with only a desire to meddle. (Short story: Power to the People)

Meg Carvossa was a friend of the First Doctor's. He offered to take her with him with Dodo in the TARDIS, but when she saw the interior, she ran away from fear. Becoming leader of New Houston, she falsified records to make it appear like there are more people than there are in order to send more supplies. She later encountered the Second Doctor. Her falsification of the records caused the servant robots to think like humans, and they wanted to become citizens. After the Doctor let them speak, the robots showed a video of Carvossa confessing to the falsification. She said that the Doctor ruined her. (Audio: The Yes Men)

The Seventh Doctor, after hiding his mind from Sutekh for 20 years, was intended to marry Hatshepsut. He eventually visits Hatshepsut in her dreams, tells her that he would have broken the Laws of Time for her, etc. She kissed him. (Audio: The Eye of Horus)

Ossu had been a warrior kidnapped by the War Lords, being returned afterwards with a cybernetic implant that caused violent, murderous behavior. After being returned, Ossu ate Issu-mul berries to become thinkers like the female members of the tribe. Partway through hir transition, Ossu-hir was "not male or female, not suited for war or thought, or for land or sea." Hir then died at sea. (Short story: War Crimes)

The Eleventh Doctor once told Caitlin that while he was not like Harry Potter for being able to talk to snakes, his uncle had locked him under the stares when he was younger. (Novel: Horror of the Space Snakes)

By one account, Susan's parents owned a concept shop that sold metaphysical, religious, and philosophical concepts. (Short story: Gallifrey: A Rough Guide)

Chloe was a Gallifreyan who survived the destruction of her planet in the War. She was trapped in the body of a little girl, and her second heart withered away and needed to be removed. She got a book that showed her the future, but when she tried to look at the last page, the book took both her eyes and twisted them, bending them out of shape. (Novel: Timeless)

The Tremas Master once sought out the Fleshsmiths after his Cheetah virus infected body started dying. The Fleshsmiths had the technology necessary to create any body regardless of its complexity, including Time Lords (using the Doctor of course). (Novel: Prime Time)

There are horror stories on Gallifrey about Time Lords being forced into a regeneration chain in an alien environment (like the vacuum of space). Each regeneration in the resulting chain would take them further and further away from the norm as they struggled to adapt to the environment. In the early days of travel, early Time Lords would return to Gallifrey and be either quietly killed or trapped inside their TARDISes. (Novel: The Taking of Planet 5)

The Doctor was considered to have failed his time travel proficiency test because, as the Fourth Doctor put it, he didn't take it. He didn't show up because he considered it pointless. Romana believed his behavior was the result of an inferiority complex resulting from his regret over his wasted years at the Academy. (Novel: Festival of Death)

One time while caught in a decompressing air lock, the Seventh Doctor declared, "I will not die while listening to elevator music!" He had been listening to Madame Butterfly by Puccini. (Audio: The Death Collectors) He would later regenerate a while after Grace performed surgery on him (and then got lost...) while listening to Madame Butterfly.

Before being transported to Iceworld, Ace saw Withnail and I in the cinema. She fancied Richard E. Grant. She wondered why the Doctor couldn't be more like him because Richard E. Grant wouldn't treat her like a "educationally sub-normal infant." (Novel: Independence Day) This was likely a joke in reference to Grant's role in The Curse of the Fatal Death, but Grant would go on to play the Doctor again a few years after this novel was published in Scream of the Shalka.

The Seventh Doctor once sent Ace and Hex to steal a crystal called the Veiled Leopard. After having an argument with himself, the Fifth Doctor sent Peri and Erimem to prevent it from being stolen. While Peri and Erimem prevented it from being stolen by a jewel thief, Ace and Hex worked with the thief's accomplice to swap the crystal out for forgeries. (Audio: The Veiled Leopard)

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[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Where Miss Heed Struggled In Evil Science Until She Got Help From Flug She Exceeded In Lying Classes

"Cecilia was never very apt at evil science, I remember asking her several times why she was taking that class, but she would just tell me that she wanted to be able to develop something special that would make the world see that she was special too. Somehow she managed to inspire me and that’s when I started to personally teach her everything I knew about evil science. I remember it was hard to get her to concentrate, she was a very lazy student and easily angered when things didn’t go right the first time, but after a lot of effort I taught her enough so that she could become the second best in the class.”

It's been emphasized that Miss Heed was never good at Evil Science due to being a lazy student and threw tantrums when things didn't go her way. It would take tutoring from Flug to make her become the second best in class.

However, just because she was a poor student in that subject doesn't mean she had to be failure in other classes. I can imagine she was actually good at some subject matter. One of which is being a good liar which actually does seems to be a trait that the Black Hat Organization values.

The villains' manual itself has a section all about focusing on being good liars. It's a trait probably a lot of villains value and Miss Heed totally exceeds at so I can imagine it was one of her favorite classes because she actually was good at it and her teachers actually give positive attention for this trait. As a result, she was happy she could get any sort of praise she could get since she was an outcast in the Academy.

They even have a criminal expert who is all about showing how deceive people named Joe Tiplaggio. Just imagine if he was also a professor at the Black Hat Institute where he could have shown tons of techniques to his students including Miss Heed who could have taken his lessons to heart and use them when trying to masquerade as a righteous hero while in private being an absolute brat to everyone.

I mean she used her skills as a liar to obviously deceive Flug into believing he was her friend and get to his thesis so she could use it for her own purposes. So I can imagine she already was on her way to being a great lying little rat who is willing to use anyone to get attention at all cost.

In her hero life, she really uses the power of deception to keep up her image to this day. She obviously used things like this in her instagram account to put up a false image like acting like she's her own community manager and she's a kind person, when in reality Anana Pina does all the heavy lifting and she really cares more about the perks of heroism while brainwashing villains, heroes, and even civilians to be her servants. Skills valued in a villain could also be used for a corrupt hero to use.

And probably the biggest whomper which is with the help her father, actual community manager, and even the news the lie that she was framed and that it was actually the villains behind her actions. And it will probably be followed by her book which would even further try to frame her as a victim and throw a couple of villains like probably Flug under the bus to get her reputation back. And the irony of this all of this would make her a magnificent villain if she actually tried being one instead of pretending to be the hero she's not.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They React To Finding Out Their Darling Is Secretly An Omega ♡

(Ainsley is excluded on account of her knowing. Elisha is excluded for being an omega. Raphael is excluded because she wouldn't think of you any differently no matter what you were, unless you were trying to get with an omega as an alpha or another alpha as an omega, only then would she have issues with your secondary gender. Veronia is excluded on account of her being too intense of an apex alpha that you just go into auto heat around her and can't hide it.)

♡ She knows that despite you being a supposed beta, she is very very interested in you. She believes you're probably a late bloomer since queens are omegas in her opinion and since she wants you as her queen, eventually you'll awaken to your omega tendencies, she just have to keep pursuing and teasing you and then eventually she'll get your omega instincts to come out. She finds out you're an omega from Ainsley once she comes to Ainsley to get something to speed it up. ♡

♡ She's super pissed off that you're denying your omega instincts and you're forced into her living quarters until the suppressants you were taking wear off and you finally go into heat. She doesn't get why you hid this important fact from your future king and alpha but perhaps you just need help giving into it, it's okay if you don't want to relax in your nest then she'll eat you out in your nest for hours until you don't have the will to even get up from it anymore. A royal tutor might also help you learn how to be an omega. She will absolutely use you hiding your omeganess from her against you though. ♡

♡ She was worried about picking a beta partner because being around an apex alpha could turn you into an omega but you reassured her repeatedly it was fine and so she went along with picking you as her fake dating partner anyways. She does wish you were an omega a bit so she could mark you and then you'd actually be together forever, she'd obviously also kill everyone in her family so that way her omega can feel comfortable. She finds out you're an omega when her family finds you taking suppressants and decides they must punish you for her, she goes into a rage, curses them all and they die instantly. ♡

♡ She's a bit sad you hid this from her since she thought the both of you were getting closer and falling in love but she understands, she won't force you to stop hiding if you don't want to but you're still hers and she hopes eventually you'll get comfortable enough around her to start nesting or even go off the suppressants one day, she will switch the ones you're using for fancier ones that won't harm your body nearly as much but otherwise she'll wait for you and if you decide to stop hiding it, she'll be very happy, for now though her biggest priority is covering up the murder and inheriting the academy. ♡

♡ Even though you say you're a beta, she knows you'd be happier as her omega, you just haven't come to realize you're an omega underneath the surface yet. It's all this stupid training that's making it impossible for your true omega nature to come through so her first order of business is to just straight up kick you out of training. When she does go to clear out your quarters to move you into hers, she finds your omega suppressants and is pissed. ♡

♡ Obviously those things have to go, it's time you embrace being an omega and stop with all this stupid fighting, you're her delicate lady and you will act as such, once the suppressants are out of the picture though it's not like you're able to fight at all anymore against an apex alpha. She's never letting you hold anything even slightly heavy again because you need to learn you're an omega and omega's don't lift heavy things. ♡

[bluekat12345]

Naranja/Uva Academy student tracks

While it isn't really significant, in the Pokémon Scarlet/Violet games, whatever academy we're in, the students (our character and our friends/rivals) are mentioned to be in certain academic tracks.

The Player: General Studies

Nemona: General Studies

Arven: Humanities

Penny: STEM

Lately, I've been wondering what academic tracks other students in were. Specifically, what tracks the Team Star bosses were enrolled in. I had a few ideas on what tracks they could possibly be in, and I'll explain why I think so.

Giacomo: Humanities

This was the hardest, but ultimately, I think he would be in the Humanities track due to his past as a model top student and former Student Council President. He also helped create Team Star's code and he served as leader in Cassiopia/Penny's absence, so I feel like he would do well in this track.

Mela: General Studies

Ultimately, I see her as being in General Studies since during the Team Star tutoring session, she mentions that she doesn't really know what she wanted to do in the future, in contrast to the rest of her friends and only comes up with being a painter after the tutoring, so I can see her in this track so she'll learn the basics and have more freedom to figure out what she wants to do with her life.

Atticus: Arts and Design

Atticus is an aspiring fashion designer, having been the one to make the team bosses' outfits, but he also gives off theater kid vibes with how he acts like a ninja and his Shakespearean vocabulary, and these are all things that I see being taught and encouraged in this track, which he would thrive in.

Ortega: ABM (Accountancy, Business, and Mangement)

Since he is heir to major apparel company in Paldea, so I imagine his parents would want him in this course, so he'll be able to properly run the company when he's old enough. While this would be his track, I can also see him taking Industrial Arts classes as electives/extracurriculars since he is the team mechanic and was able to create the Starmobiles with Revavrooms with different types.

Eri: Sports

I believe this is rather obvious since it is mentioned she is attending the academy on a sports scholarship and is said to be a skilled athlete, is the strongest boss of the five bosses, and is the one that helped train the team. She even forms a wrestling club at the school.

[solohux]

Thief Kylo Ren is the best in the galaxy at what he does. No job is too big, no treasure too hidden, no jewel too sacred. So when he hears about the gem of Arkanis, he’s intrigued. Said to be red in colour and locked away in the bowels of Arkanis Academy, the gem is said to be so heavily guarded that no one has ever set eyes upon it. It’s the pride and joy of the Arkanisian people, a source of hope. Therefore, Kylo has to have it.

Getting into the Academy is harder than Kylo anticipated but he works at it, disguising himself as a tutor and using his manipulative Force-powers to trick these weak-minded fools into letting him behind enemy lines. It isn’t long before he’s in General Brendol Hux’s private office, looking for the entrance to the gem’s hidden vault. He finds a hidden keypad that has a 16 digit passcode on it but Kylo has worked through tougher doors than this one. Soon enough, the wall parts to reveal a turbolift door. Whilst descending, Kylo changes his clothes from that of a First Order tutor and back into his thief-like clothing, complete with gloves so that he can handle the delicate gem into his bag to sell on to the highest bidder.

But none of this is what he was expecting. He thought there’d be a plinth or a case with the red gem inside of it but instead, the turbolift doors open into a white room where there’s a screen of duraglass in front of him and living chambers behind it. There’s a bed, a kitchenette, a desk and massive piles of books and blueprints. And standing amongst it all is a beautiful, red-haired man. He looks to be about Kylo’s age but is slight in stature. He’s barefoot, dressed in a white shirt and white pants, looking more than alarmed at the intruder in front of him.

Kylo tells the man that he just wants the gem of Arkanis and then he’ll leave.

“So that’s what they call me,” the man shrugs, huffing a laugh out before picking up his fallen chair and sitting back at the desk, resuming his work with the blueprints.

Kylo’s confusion is palpable. It cannot be that this skinny man is the gem that he’s been searching for. He can’t be. Someone would know that there’s no jewel, just a man in a glass box.

Kylo introduces himself to the man. The man tells Kylo that his name is Armitage, the mind behind all of the ingenious designs of the First Order’s military and armoury. Annotated blueprints for the First Order’s Starkiller planet are pinned to the wall as well as drawings of ships and blasters and stormtrooper armour. There may not be a physical jewel to steal but Kylo is content enough with stealing the gem of Arkanis for himself, to use Armitage’s ideas and creations for his own financial gain.

So he does. He breaks Armitage out of his glass cage and they escape, with Kylo making it very clear to Armitage that he is his prisoner and will be treated as such. Armitage doesn’t seem to care what happens to him so Kylo’s threats are meaningless; Kylo has never come across anyone who is long scared of him and it’s strangely endearing. Kylo finds himself calling Armitage ‘gem’ a lot whilst they’re cooped up in his ship whilst he travels back to his home on the other side of the galaxy. Armitage is snarky, making quips all the time.

But all Kylo has to do is get back to his hideout without the gem being harmed or escaping. He hadn’t accounted for the feelings that would develop along the way. Armitage is beautiful in every way.

Can a thief truly call himself a thief if he allows his own heart to be stolen?

[natequarter]

how long each of the doctors live in my au where they never (permanently) leave gallifrey:

one: 400 - 500 years. dies of radiation sickness after a time experiment goes wrong

two: 17 days. yikes! sentenced to forced regeneration and imprisonment by the high council after going renegade and being caught

three: 70 - 80 years, of which 50 are spent imprisoned (see above). killed by a chemical experiment gone wrong (the master told him to add more lead, but he just didn't listen...)

four: 300 - 400 years; not quite as long as his first incarnation, but close. spends most of those years tutoring students at the academy. thinks he's finally got a hang on this whole being alive thing only to trip over his own scarf down the academy's stairs and break his neck

five: 9 years. not a happy bunny; sentenced to forced regeneration after dressing up in cricket gear, which is, in fact, illegal on gallifrey for glorification of war crimes

six: 3 years. (ouch.) shot by a fellow chancellery guard... it was a case of mistaken identity, okay?

seven: 600 - 800 years. spent a solid chunk of those years climbing the ranks of the cia. a surprisingly good coordinator, even if vansell is pissed that the position didn't go to him and makes it the doctor's problem; accidentally overdosed on poison in what was supposed to be a double bluff, but ended up just killing him outright

eight: unclear. killed for good in the time war... resurrected each time it happens. supposed to be properly dead, but, well, there are conflicting accounts. as for age? the universe knows, but it isn't telling

[gortashs-skidmark]

Antipode | (LOZ: SS X READER)

Chapter 1 teaser.

There will be more chapters coming on my wattpad and quotev accounts!!

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. The academy was out for the day. They used to wait at the stairs for their associate but not-so-recent developments sheltered them from doing so. Fledge ran down the stairs. The heel of his boot didn't grip the very edge of the step sending him sliding down the staircase on his rear. The redness in his cheeks spread to the tips of his pointed ears. He had tutoring today at the docks.

His first flight. 

Loftwings were scarcely bred and he was determined to get his certification so he could be a rider. He could ride far, far away from the bullies. He knew he lacked in every corner of knightly attributes. That's why (y/n) was assigned to help him.

They were head of the nightshift guard, a tedious position to hold. Most riders only went out during the daylight hour. It took immense trust between rider and loftwing to ride together into dark nothingness. (y/n)'s loftwing was born blind, they 'gave a dud to a dud' as their tutor would say, riding into the night was no different to daylight. Some may call it a feat and an upper-hand, but only because (y/n) thought of the feat first. And everyone didn't like (y/n). It was a matter of maturity versus brilliance. 

No one had seen Fledge run this fast. Today, he'd prove where he landed on the rung of the ladder. He saw (y/n) in the distance, they stood with their chest puffed out and their eyes searching the skies ahead. Their loftwing was on one foot with its head twisted tucked into it's wing, fast asleep. He wondered if he was late, but it wasn't possible. 

They heard the shuffling on the grass behind them and loosened the security on themselves. They knew it was Fledge. It almost impressed them how fast he was running. His stamina couldn't withstand much.

"𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒." they quietly acknowledged. 

He gulped trying to coat his throat with any saliva he had and ducked his head down for more air. He held up a numb finger telling them to wait. 

"𝖲𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍." They shifted onto their hip and looked out on Skyloft. They could see the other students mingling across the island. Each one was unmistakably identifiable.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭 '𝐌𝐢𝐚'. He'd asked you to come by sometime to talk about your future. He was the school advisor but you'd graduated about a year and a half ago. Last time you were called into an office at the academy was after graduation. Gaepora presented you with a rapier, that now decorated your hip at all times. It was your mother's, like you cared. 

'I did all of this work for a lousy sword from a dead broad? I knew her in fewer moments than vast and long hours I think about her. Wonderful reminder. Anyway I have no more obligations here, so long gae-ass.' 

Gaepora did not appreciate your kitschy attitude. But it was the first time he'd felt like he'd seen your true colors. You were quiet and accommodating. Nothing with connotative emotion. The teachers had nothing notable to say about you. You were cold and stern 'underneath it all'.

You didn't act that way underneath a mask like Gaepora pointed out to you, it just never needed to manifest. Your resentment for him grew everyday you were at that academy. You would preach to your journal about his flawed character and his daughter. It was not hard to admit the jealously of it all. No one stepped up and took you in. You were alone. His one sentiment of that sword didn't fix the years of haunting you felt. 

Fledge caught his breath long ago, and now stared intensely at you. There was an emotion on your face that he couldn't quite pin. He noticed your often hidden rounded ears, your towering height, and your features. You were different, you knew that. But no one could tell you why. Fledge never treated you differently, he was a star pupil out of all the kids you tutored.  

"𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵." his brows furrowed "𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?"

You gave Fledge a hundred yard stare. You were taller than most. It almost kept you from joining the academy. Groose came close to you in height and his bird barely kept up some days. Your height affected your weight by a lot. Hylians were, of course, much shorter than humans. 

"𝖨𝖿 𝖫𝗂𝗇𝗄'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖨."

Link was stocky and short and he was quite the glutton. It was one of his 'adorable' traits, as Zelda yapped in your ear at your tutoring sessions with her. She was your least favorite and it was partly her father's fault. The rest was all her. 

"𝖨-𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈." Fledge stuttered. He didn't hear you curse much. You probably weren't supposed to but you could be unruly at times. 

"𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾." you gently patted your loftwing's head and woke it up. Its large yellow eye opened first, then its head untucked, then it stretched and purred. 

"𝘏-𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐...?"

You got on, hopping over its back easily with your longer legs. Fledge looked nervously and approached slowly. 

"𝖭𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗒-" your bird shook out its feather which startled him "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽- 𝖺𝗇𝖽-"

"𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽. 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽." you sighed. You hopped off and picked him up by the waist and placed him on the loftwings back.

"𝖶𝗈𝖠𝖧."

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀?"

"𝖸𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌-" 

You clapped twice and your loftwing lifted its wings and took off upwards. You heard him screaming. You shielded the sun from your eyes and watched him go. Your loftwing took off around the island and would screech every now and then when Fledge pulled too hard. He couldn't help the tears forming in his waterline and screamed, 

"𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗!"

"𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾?" Link approached behind you, looking at the (color) bird soar as well. Some of the other school kids gathered around you two and murmured. 

"𝖸𝖾𝗉."

"𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌? 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾." 

"𝖡𝗈𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗈. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽."

"𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇"

"𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺, 𝗒𝖺' 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐." Zelda pointed out in worry. She took off to get her loftwing. You let Fledge, of all people, ride alone on his first flight with no regard for his safety. She knew you were tough but was not happy you didn't care if other people weren't. Like your students. 

You whistled and your bird circled back from the rocky ropes course. It was graceful in the air. You watched as it slowed above you with its wings flapping backwards. The talons landed and gripped the grass. Fledge was clutching the bird and squeezing it with his knees. Your loftwing complained and tried bucking him off but Fledge's grip was too strong. 

"𝖶𝗈𝖺𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒-" you got in front of the bird and stroked its neck. It still complained but stopped thrashing. Groose pushed you out of the way to see Fledge. 

"𝖶𝗈𝖺𝗁. 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾?" his lackeys laughed. You elbowed Groose in the stomach and he keeled over as well. Groose wheezed and his friends came to help him up. Your hands touched Fledge's in an attempt to get him to stop gripping the feathers. Fledge's eyes were wide with shock. 

"𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍" 

Fledge's weakly tossed his legs over to one side and flopped to the ground. He gripped the dust instead. 

"𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗐'𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖦𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾." you turned to the flock of students and shoo'ed them away. Not before swatting Groose on the back of his shoulder. 

Fledge was very still as he was kneeled over. He burst into tears and wailed loudly. 

"𝘐-𝘪-𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺-𝘩𝘦-𝘩𝘦-𝘩𝘦𝘦!" he gasped in between cries. He cried so hard he started coughing violently. You patted him on the back and rubbed in circles to soothe him. Perhaps, you were too harsh, you think. He was already bullied enough, you were supposed to help him. Make him feel confident. Hard lessons didn't help him in particular. 

"𝘕𝘰- 𝘯𝘰, 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳-" he vomited all over the dirt patch. You sighed and jogged over to the Bazaar. His parents would need to be contacted regardless. You lifted the curtains and twisted around to the Potions and Infusions stall. Luv and Bertie were hustling away, as usual. Luv clasped her hands when she saw you and her mauve lips stretched wide. 

"𝖮𝗁-! (𝗒/𝗇)! 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽." Yet they didn't care to come and watch him soar. Luv rubbed her hands nervously and with expectation that you'd taken care of him. You were ashamed to have to get his parents, because no one was to blame but you. There wasn't a way you could calm him down without cold water or taking him to the academy nurse. You didn't want to make him feel worse so grabbing his parents was the latter. 

"𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗎𝗁, 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆." you avoided eye contact with the couple. Even the baby's crying hushed a bit over the numb feeling they both got.

"𝖨𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?"

"𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗎𝗎𝗎𝗁𝗁𝗁, 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖠𝖲𝖠𝖯." you gestured to hurry up. They gave each other a look and dropped their duties promptly. 

They rushed out to the dock where he was hunched over dry heaving. You followed after quickly and kept your head down. 

“𝗈𝗁! 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾!” Just seeing her older son on the ground knocked the air out of her. Her husband crouched on the ground and started rubbing his back to get him to calm down. Luv whipped around to you and started stomping in your direction a few feet away.

"𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌??" 

"𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖲𝗈, 𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖬𝗋𝗌. 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾." you briefly made eye contact. 

”𝘠𝘰𝘶!” She slammed her fist into your sternum “𝘉𝘪𝘨!” Thud! “𝘉𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺!” Thud! “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗇?!” Thudthudthudthudthudthud. Her fists rapped into you like a punching bag. You stood firmly with your arms crossed. It was like getting hit by twig. Her arms were much frailer, that’s why she had her husband stir the big potion pots. You wouldn’t want to take a hit from Bertie.

”𝘔-𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢!” Fledge gasped for air and his mom ran to him. Zelda watched from a distant with her own bird. Seems you'd taken care of your own problem. 

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒-𝖻𝗈𝗈-𝖻𝗈𝗈?!”

The academy would be hearing about this. Your bird stocked over to you and nipped your neck. You stroked its beak and sighed. 

You stood by for a while to help. Bertie had to get back to the stall so nothing was stolen or over boiled. You stayed with Luv to help him walk home. His legs kept giving out and you scooped him up and carried him the whole way. He was light and perhaps your bird got too happy about a light rider. It could maneuver tighter turns and fly faster. 

Luv opened the round door to her home and you ducked into it. She was two steps ahead of you, opening doors, pulling the sheets back on his old bed from home. You laid him out gently. 

Usually he stayed in the academy bunks but today was undeniably different. Fledge was quiet and looked tired, unlike an hour ago when he was excited for his first ever flight. If he chose to continue tutoring with you, if you weren’t fired, getting him to be a confident flier would be triple the work. 

Luv sighed. She looked like she wanted to say something but just shook her head. You nodded curtly and ducked back out into the wide open. 

-

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. You reported it, his parents did, Zelda and a few of the other kids who witnessed it, but Fledge himself never fessed up to the tragedy. Owlan and Horwell waited in Gaepora’s office with you until he arrived. It was quiet. Horribly so. When Gaepora entered he had an unreadable look on his face. He stood by his desk and sighed, trying to find the words.

"(𝗒/𝗇). 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇?"

"𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌." the obvious answer. 

"𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗌... 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖶𝖾 ���𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖶𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾."

"𝘈𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦."

"-𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾" Owlan circled you "𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈"

Howell sighed. Owlan was not particularly fond of you. He'd never been. You needed more accommodations than the other students. Tailored armor, a bigger bird, a bigger bed in the dorms. You were quiet and obedient at that time, but he thought you were more trouble than you were worth. Horwell didn't believe the same, the small accommodations would make you a great knight. If you couldn't fit in, then how they had failed as teachers and sages. Owlan scowled at you and Horwell couldn’t look you in the eye. You sniffed. 

“𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖽? 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 (𝖺𝗀𝖾) 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾."

”𝖶𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, (𝗒/𝗇).” Horwell tried to speak up, though he was very gentle.

”𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅? 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌? 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀?" you talked with your hands and Horwell sucked on his cheek, you made a bit of a point "𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖽? 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆.”

You sounded preachy to the choir. 

”-𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋! 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍! 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆?” Owlan spit at you with a resentment. 

"𝖭𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 '𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒'! 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒!" you stood up from your chair and it clattered to the ground. Owlan and Horwell stood from their seats. Owlan looked ready to deck you, Horwell put his hands out to try and reason. 

”𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋?” Gaepora quietly mentioned. You whipped you head around. Zelda, she had personally got into a crying fit and ran to her father. That's why Gaepora had been so late to the meeting. She admitted you were good at tutoring but she felt you have a vendetta against her. Zelda only tried to be nice and reasonable. She wasn't built to fight mentally and you knew it. There wasn't anything you could say to her to change that. 

You only saw her kindness as playing sides that benefitted her. 

”𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒-𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀-𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝗄𝗒𝗅𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖭𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖥𝖴𝖢𝖪 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖦𝖺𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺.” She was a woman who could handle her own. She attended a knight academy. Defense was the name of the game. 

The teachers looked shocked. Gaepora's aging lines deepened. 

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍."

What was the stupid-er decision? Possibly making a statement by walking out silently, but losing your job and having everyone dislike you more than they did. Or apologizing for speaking your truth about his selfish behavior and wasting your time when you had a life to be living, not involving his pity tutor position he gave you. 

He pinched the crinkled bridge of his nose at the face of your face. You didn't budge. 

"𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉-𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍."

You curtly nodded and stomped out. 

✪✪✪

𝐅𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. The loftwing purred and squinted as it flew. It was happy. You don’t think birds can tell time, but every weekend it knew where you were heading. It picked up on the cold feeling you left the academy with and auto piloted to your favorite spot. Your blind bestfriend never judged you. If you lost them, you don't know what you'd do. 

You parked it outside of the Lumpy Pumpkin and dragged yourself in. It was warm and the chatter was light. You sat at the bar and the old man wordlessly gave you your usual drink made of fermented stamina fruits from Skyloft itself. Casuals at the bar keep stealing glances at you. Word had already gotten to everyone, huh?

Eagus claps a big warm hand on your shoulder and you jumped but let it be. He heard. He worked at the school of course. There was a quiet understanding between you and him. Eagus was a few years ahead of you but he was your best friend on the island. At least on the weekends when you went drinking. 

On occasion you’d spar with him and practice with swords. When he was upset or feeling off you’d offer your services and let him swing as hard as possible in a duel. It was his strength against your agility. 

He was quite stocky and took care of himself. At the end of the day he smelled like chipped wood, sweat, and lemongrass scented soap from the bazaar. His clothes were dusty, there was dirt under his fingernails, and his boots dragged mud around. Eagus was a great source of comfort after a night shift. Morning drinking wasn’t advised but he wasn’t doing anything for the weekend otherwise. He loved to indulge you and see you smile. 

He wordlessly sat next to you and sipped on his own drink. 

"𝖳𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗒?" he inquired. Earlier that day he saw you trudging up to the academy with a solemn look on your face. He only saw that look when you were really, really drunk. 

"𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁"

"𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, '𝗀𝗎𝗌."

"𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶." His deep voice vibrated around him. You flopped your head on his shoulder and relaxed.

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Tragedy

“You’ll be at the academy?” She says, suddenly, as if this wasn’t part of the plan, fear dancing on her face. “You’ll be looking through the academy records?” 

“I’ll be fine. I can handle my damn self” You insist, know it was coming but bristling anyways. 

“Hanagi” she says, glancing down the hallway, hands gripping her arms nervously. “Let’s call it off. Let’s quit.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You can’t- just let me do it! This wasn’t the plan” she says. 

“That limeblood you wanted to save so bad is counting on me! I can handle walking around a fleet building. YOU however are supposed to be dead.” You say back. “Your dad will be there the whole time.”

“There’s-“ Monark chokes. Glancing to the side.

“She’s gone,” You say. “She's not gonna hurt you. And she’s not gonna hurt me” You reassure. 

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” she says, wiping her face. 

You stare at the highblood, losing her reasoning. “What are you worried about?” You ask. Bluntly. 

“In those files-Nandors account, there is” She breathes. “Footage of me. And things. You can’t see”

“What things?” You ask. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it” she stutters. “Just let me-“ 

“No, Bee, what THINGS” you hiss. “Because I thought I already knew the worst. Intimately, I thought I knew the worst of you. And there are more THINGS?” You accuse. 

She blinks back tears, unable to meet your eyes.

“Don’t make me say it” she says. 

“I wanna know what I’m getting into” you say stubbornly, brain dancing wildly with images of imagined transgressions bad enough to warrant such a reaction, hemophobia and murder and all manner of fleet awfulness, you wonder for the fiftieth time if you’re doing the right thing by being here. By aligning yourself with her. 

Monark gives a tiny hiccup into her own hand. “Please,” she says. “Please understand. I was so lonely. And young. And afraid. I wanted to be loved. I’d do anything” she sobs. You do not answer. Not ready to offer forgiveness when you’re not yet sure what you’re forgiving. In the ever cascading row of dominos that Twitch Monark was these past few sweeps, what does she consider her ‘first’ transgression?

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She is shaking like a leaf. Quivering like a skeletal, crumbling, ghost of a girl. She does not look you in the eye. She keeps her hands together tightly clasped, like a prayer, or a soldier at attention. Her speech has been rehearsed in the mirror a million times. It does not make it any easier. She has to pause, and start over again, many times during it. Yet somehow manages to slowly move forward, it spilling out like a cracked safe that’s been held so tight to her chest for so long. A secret kept so deep, she had given everything to hide it. 

She had taken it literally to her grave. 

She had let her whole life fall apart to bury this in a locked box in the coffin at the bottom of the sea but whatever she’s trying to keep down isn’t dead yet. It’s knocking on boarded up walls and thrashing in the basement. It could consume her at any moment. It already has. As she speaks, your worries on whether or not she’s changed, whether you were wrong slip from you. 

She is the same girl she ever was. She has been since she was a child. Slowly, Monark tells you- just what exactly Elenor Nandor did to her. 

This is the part where she keeps speaking.

This is the part where I typed a quotation mark, but could not bring myself to actually imagine the words coming out of her mouth. Could not picture these as real sentences, could not make them quotable, could not step that close to this hurt. I hope you can forgive me for the subsequent lack of punctuation. 

She was nice to me, she describes. She told me I was smart. She told me I was strong. She told me I was talented. She gave me privileges the other soldiers didn’t get. She stopped in on my classes. More and more frequently. She called me to her office at odd times of the day. She said she wanted to tutor me privately. She gave me gifts. 

She made things more difficult for me. She said I had to prove myself. She set me up in fights she knew I’d lose. She hurt me. She told me I had beautiful eyes.

Bee describes to you, and your heart sinks into a desolate cavern, imagining what this must have done to the mind of awkward, socially inept Twitch, so desperate to be loved and accepted by her peers. So prone to paranoia and fear. There’s a tiny ringing in the back of your ear. A symphony of alarm bells whirring up at a funerals pace. As she lists through the red flags you can see crystal clear, but that young, naive cadet couldn’t. The pieces of a puzzle you didn’t even know needed solving falling together one by one, with a horrible methodology and precision. This answer is simpler, plainer, and crueler than you could ever imagine. You realize, with dawning horror, you already know it will get worse from here. You didn’t want to believe it could get worse than here. You didn’t want to believe the world could be more selfish and awful and fucked than it already was. 

But sometimes, something ceases to be a metaphor for something, and simply is. 

Sometimes, you start writing a story about yourself, and you do not realize it is a story about yourself, until the very end. 

Bee tells you, in detached, clinical terms, like a state mandated apology, she narrates with no tone in her voice, what Nandor did to her. In her office, in the training rooms, when Peonie left the room. 

And then she told me it was my fault, she says. That I had seduced her and acted inappropriate. That if anyone knew, they would be ashamed of me. That I was awful, and sick, and depraved, and they would blame me if they knew. 

And I believed her.

I wanted to tell someone, she chokes through a veil of tears. I wanted it to stop. 

But I was so scared. 

That I had done something wrong. 

And I didn’t want everyone to hate me. 

And I’m sorry. 

In a move utterly unlike Hanagi Cheong, you grab her by the shoulders, and pull her into a hug. Your powers buzzing with her emotion as her arms close around her, she freezes, and you feel a fraction of the guilt, fear, and shame Monark has been carrying for sweeps, a woman grown up around a knife in her back. You struggle to steady your breathing as the emotion crashes over you, trying to focus, trying not to get lost, in that gargantuan weight. A talisman that could drag you to the bottom of the sea if you let it. 

You tell her, just this once, 

“That’s not your fault” you say. 

“Listen to me- that wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You choke. “She was manipulating you, and using you, and trying to keep you quiet, and what she did was unfathomably wrong, and selfish, and cruel, and you didn’t deserve it, do you understand?”

Slowly, she crumples into you, arms raising to hug you back, she cries into your shoulder. Softly, quietly. This tangled knot of distrust, paranoia, and self hatred, the marked scars of carrying this alone for so long are fresh within her. But as she falls into you, you feel the barest hints of a tentative, cautious relief shimmer at the edges of her mind. As she lets your words course through her. It is not your fault.

How many times?

Have you sat and watched the world destroy someone. Have you watched a system older than time erode away the edges of someone you loved. Hurt them. Hurt them irrecoverably. Hurt them deeply. Hurt them unfairly. Hurt them just because it can. 

How many times?

How many times?

How many times?

How many times?

How many times?

Six sweeps ago, you made a promise. I’m better than this. You said. I’m never gonna kill someone. I’m not gonna let it get to me. When the time comes, I’m gonna be the guy that offers a hand. 

And you kept that promise. 

A straw doesn’t break a camel's back. 

A thousand straws break a camel. 

Everything that came before it wore down the edges of you. 

A million lives destroys a person's soul. Your hands were gripped tight to the edges of that promise. Your fingers were breaking, holding on so tight to that promise. 

There is nothing the system can’t take from you. There is no forgiveness, it can't turn against you. It can’t use to hurt you. Because it was built to punish people who care. 

Like a sigh older than time. A breath you’ve been holding for ages. You let your hippocratic oath go. You exhale the ashes of the girl you used to be.

You give up on the dream. 

You stop believing, you will live to see a better world. 

It’s not giving up- 

It’s a truth you wanted so desperately to ignore. It’s not a reason to stop fighting. 

It’s a reason to fight harder. 

Don’t you get it? 

This…

…is it. 

This world, exactly as it is, is all you have. 

This painful, complicated life. 

This never ending gun to your head. This planet that is drowning, has been drowning, in a fight older than you, a fight that has taken trolls better than you. This place that is so broken- so deeply broken. This tangled, fucked up ball of hurt and pain and anger and greed. A planet that is drowning in blood. 

This is all you have. 

You get one whisper, one moment in the winds of time. 

You get one life. 

And life is hard. 

And it will be hard

And has been hard

It will be hard for your children

It will be hard for your children’s children.

You cannot finish the work. 

But by g-d, you are not exempt from it. 

This has always been bigger than you. 

This has always been hopeless out of your control. 

But you’re here, right now. You are alive. 

And you can do something. 

Right now, you can do something as simple as take another person's hand. 

It doesn’t matter if this is ‘enough’. It doesn’t matter if it will never get fixed. It doesn’t matter if you’re fighting for a happily ever after that might not come for 1000 sweeps. 

…It doesn’t matter if you’re fighting for a happily ever after that might not come at all. 

There is never an ounce of relief that is so small it cannot be shared. 

There is never a fragment of hope too minuscule to change a person from the inside out. 

Bee Monark wakes up feeling rested for the first time in sweeps. 

In the fading beams of the sunset, she drags herself out of bed. Brushing her teeth, 

washing her face,

bringing a comb through her hair. 

She is the first to make it to the coffee machine, the thing whirring as she flicks the power on. 

You are already awake when she makes it back to bed with a mug in hand. You are simply laying with your eyes closed. 

She gently touches your shoulder, rousing you.

And your hand fumbles for your glasses on the nightstand. 

You squint at her, reading her lips as you have not yet put in your hearing aid. 

“Hanagi look” she says, with a soft smile, tipping over her mug to show you.

“I got it,” she says. “I got it perfectly.”